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Ch.01: The New Bouncy Regime

It had been one month since Akira's triumphant victory at the Monaco Fight GP - and exactly one month to the day that his gorgeous mother, Yumi, gave him the best reward he'd ever had: a soothing, pleasurable naked rub-and-tug- his first and only sexual experience. Not the most typical way a mother would reward her son, but the issue of the sleeping demon inside Akira's body did make this an extraordinary situation.

Yes, Akira had a real life demon soul resting inside him, something he'd inherited from his father. Now, two things appeased this demon: fighting and sex. Regular, disciplined training helped Akira control the demon, while positive sexual energy, via Yumi, could overpower it. The fighting tournament and subsequent soapy reward was successful in weakening the aforementioned demon, but, for Akira, there were other more pressing changes to adjust to.

Yumi's boyfriend, David, was so enamoured with his Japanese girlfriend that he insisted she - and her son - live with him. Seeing the very obvious benefits to having a multi-millionaire boyfriend, Yumi agreed. So, Yumi and Akira never went back to their rural Japanese home, instead the two moved up - way up, all the way to a super-rich gated community in Los Angeles, USA. This family also included David's son Mike, who was more than pleased to have a hot Asian woman take the mother role in his life.

All was well on the surface for this family, no problems at all. That was because the big issues - the demon and the taboo mom-son bath - were kept secret. Akira followed his mother's orders and did not mention the salacious bath to anyone, not even her. Though they never spoke of it, every night Akira, he, he remembered it. He remembered the feel of his mother's delicate fingers wrapped around his member, her soft breasts against his back, and her warm lips pressed against his skin. He used those vivid memories to sooth his deadly desires, able to keep them at bay...for a while.

Now, we join this family at their LA home, on a hot summer's day. For Akira's martial arts training, a skilled fighter was to move in with them and stay for the reminder of the summer. The boys were hanging around in Mike's room, awaiting the imminent arrival of this special guest.

*

"'My mom is hot and Asian,'" said Mike.

"Uhh, my mom is... hot and...Asia," repeated Akira.

In their spacious home, Mike was teaching Akira some English sayings that he felt were essential for his new brother to know.

"Bro, come on: 'Asian', not 'Asia'. Trust me: If you tell this new guy that you got a hot Asian mom, he'll think you're the coolest guy ever! Guys here love Asian girls and hot moms, and our mom is both, so that new guy will think you're extra awesome!"

Akira gave a stony-faced stare to Mike. "'Our' mom?"

"Yeah, I mean, come on, she's both our mom now, right? My dad ain't ever letting go of your mom! She has him, has him good, the way he talks about her, looks at her, come on, he loves her! And in the bedroom! -" Mike stopped himself before he got another rib-cracking injury from the demon-bound fighter.

"...I see."

Just then, the aforementioned hot Asian mom walked up the stairs, turned a corner, and leaned against the doorway. The comfortable, bare-footed Yumi Shibata was clad in a sporty tank top and tight sweatpants.

"Hello, boys."

"Hi, hi!" replied an excited Mike.

Akira nodded to his mother, his cheeks glowing red from the gorgeous sight in front of him.

Yumi's body had changed during the month, going from a toned martial artist's frame, to a rounder, fuller, womanly figure. This change brought only good things: bigger breasts, wider hips, and a new, juicer ass.

Yumi spoke to her son in Japanese: "Akira, we got that new boy moving in with us today, he's here to help you train, get stronger. I think one of his parents is also coming with him. He's got a real bushido spirit, Son: He asked to train with you, personally."

"Yes, thank you, Mother," he replied solemnly, his eyes trailed directly on her face, using his discipline to look away from her bouncy boobs.

Yumi addressed both boys: "And I...think you two go outside and do training?"

Mike waved his arms. "No, no Ma'am, please, come on, I don't want to fight with Akira again!"

"No?" she smiled. "You no fight, you help Akira with weights. Okay Mikey?"

Yumi's angelic smile was having devilish repercussions for Mike's crotch. He folded his legs and said, "Ahh umm, yeah, sure, no problem, yeah, yeah."

"Okay, see you later boys," she went back down the stairs.

Mike sighed. "Wow, our mom is so pretty."

Akira nodded. "I...agree: My mom is a hot Asian woo-man."

"Yeah! Just like that! Come on, you go hit some punching bags while I teach you some more English!"

Akira agreed. "Hai."

The two boys went down the stairs, outside to the several-yards-long field, As happy as Akira was, with no worries or complaints at all, on that day, seeing his mother look so beautiful and gorgeous, trigged awake more deep memories from that faithful night in the 5-star hotel bathroom: He recalled her floral fragrance, her silkily soft skin, and the feel of each individual areola. With these thoughts in his mind, Akira felt a purple-coated sense of anxiousness seeping out from within him as he worked out his body...and his feelings.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, watching on, was Yumi, seeing an added vigour in her son's moves, a clear sign of an unanswered need. Yumi knew what her son's problem was: it had been a whole month since Akira fought in active competition, she could see that her son was hungry for more fights - and for another well-earned reward.

As she watched on, Yumi thought back to that night, wondering if she made the right choice. Yumi didn't offer her son her body as a way of erotic satisfaction; she knew the demonic side in her son was pacified most by her pure bliss, which at its most powerful crushes any soul-eating darkness. Yet, a part of her regretted that she showed her sexual side to Akira, crossing that mom-son boundary, though she ultimately knew it was her duty and could not be avoided: she had to do it, only she could've provided that kind of pleasure to her son. There was also another moral dilemma to consider as Yumi couldn't wholeheartedly give her son another dose of sexual satisfaction, seeing as she'd just become a confirmed woman...

"Honey, I'm home."

Yumi turned and smiled at her man. "Hello, Day-vid"

The suit-clad, brown-haired, 6'3 American business man leaned down and kissed his woman's tasty lips. "Hmm, how was your day, dear?"

"Good, yours?"

"Great! The company is doing better than ever; I'm due for a good, meaty raise."

"I glad...but," she said with a sad sigh, "Akira... I see he need more fights, he need better competition."

"Well, that's why we brought in that kid," he said as he cracked open a bottle of water, "Has he arrived yet?"

"Soon. It just, it just...a little worrying."

"Aw don't worry about that," he put his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "I'm here, he's got his new brother to look out for him, everything will be fine, I promise."

"Thank you," she said gratefully as she rubbed her cheek on his.

This aspect of Yumi's life was a surprise to her as this relationship was, initially, a relationship of convenience, but, during the interim time period, it had morphed into something genuine and ...affectionate. Yumi not only found herself connected emotionally to David, but also physically. Yes, facially, David looked like an average forty-something Caucasian man, but beneath the suit, he hid something big, hard and constant. Yumi felt that instrument rub against her back, her cheeks glowing red as it dug in.

He kissed her rosy cheek. "Yumi, you think we got time for...you know."

"Hmmm, but the boys, they -"

"Don't worry; our house is so big that they'll never know. We'll finish by the time they're done."

The old, disciplined Yumi could hold back any urge, but the new, domesticated Yumi? She couldn't resist. It was clear that the dynamics between the two had shifted: Yumi used to be the one that led Richard to the bedroom, the American millionaire seduced by the eastern woman's exotic delights. But now, after getting to know each other to the fullest extent, Richard had became the man who took Yumi to his bedroom, he dictating, when, where, how...and she liked, no, she loved it.

"Okay, let's do it," she said while biting her lower lip.

"Yes! That's my girl!" David slapped his girlfriend's butt, grabbed her hand and went up the three flights of stairs, all the way to the bedroom. Minutes later, they were warming their bodies together, locked in a naked embrace.

*

Akira, while in the middle of an uppercut, suddenly paused: he felt a deep, dark shiver.

"You all right, bro?" asked Mike.

"I'm...fine."

Then, seconds later, Akira felt an otherworldly force shift his attention from the punching bag to the third floor middle window: his mom and David's bedroom.

"Yo, Akira?"

"Umm, sorry," he said while trying to shake off the feelings - but already deep under their spell. "I...I, I go...inside, to... bathroom."

"Oh, okay."

Akira turned and walked briskly into the house. He couldn't explain his motives or his actions, just a sudden, loud urge to go upstairs, all the way to his parents' room. He dashed up the stairs, his body under the half-control of something he couldn't explain, but something that was undoubtedly on Akira's side - his horny teenage side, that is. When Akira got to the top, he heard a series of unfamiliar sounds: shuffling, squeaking and muffled yelps. Heavily intrigued, Akira found the amazing truth when he got closer to the door.

"Ohhhhh!" Yumi groaned in a tone her son had never heard before: pleading, moaning. "Ohhhhhh, so good, so good, yes! Ohhhh!"

Akira parted open the door, and saw a wonderful, beautiful sight: his naked mother on top, her jet-black hair flowing, head arched back, a look of serene pleasure on her pretty face as she gently and elegantly swivelled her hips. A pretty vista indeed, but better was to come: Akira pushed his head forward and got himself a good, hard look at his mother's breasts and butt, bouncing in perfect motion to the tide.

As Akira gazed inside this bright, glowing room, he saw the recipient of this angelic love, David, lying flat on his back, naked, legs out stretched, his hands clasped around Yumi's hips. Akira, of course, knew that his mother and surrogate father had sexual intercourse, and he knew it was a daily occurrence, but seeing it with his own eyes, seeing his Japanese mother's naked body on top of her white American lover's tall, imposing frame, having visual evidence of the interracial joys they experienced, actually watching them go at it, was a whole new emotional sensation for this teen. Akira crotched down and watched as they carried on with their lovemaking.

"Hmmm, oh baby," said David as he took a big feel of Yumi's juicy butt cheeks, groping and slapping them gently. Yumi hummed in pleasure as this man took control of her body. Seeing her positive response to his efforts, he decided to up the tempo: David pulled down his tasty Japanese lover, grabbed both her ass cheeks, and placed his lips over hers.

"Ah, yes, yes!" she said as she kissed him, Yumi immensely turned on by the domination her man was showcasing.

"Hmm, oh baby, yes!" David exchanged loving kisses with Yumi, while also keeping a strong, firm grip on her butt cheeks. Both loving and strong, David was displaying all the attributes that made him become the man Yumi wanted.

"Yes, baby! Yes! Yes!" he said as he drilled his cock inside her, moving his large frame with natural masculine finesse.

Since being with Yumi, David had added muscle to his body and cardio to his workout, his committed relationship with this gorgeous Asian woman having made his daily gym visits a much-worthy investment of his time. As evidenced by his performance in the bedroom, David was successful in transforming himself into a man who didn't just bring home the bacon - he also brought home the beef. And it showed too.

"Ohh! Ahh, so hard, ohh so hard, ah, ah!" Yumi groaned in response, fully embracing the role of the submissive damsel, her strong knight having his way with her.

As the happy couple kept at it, Akira watched while pleasuring himself, an action both out of habit and from choice. The usually selfless, level-headed son was getting perhaps a little envious of the man that was performing passionate sexual acts to his cherished mother. Akira felt more tinges of envy when he saw exactly what David was sticking inside his mother: his large bare cock. David then turned to his side, letting Akira get a good look at his mother's whole backside as David slammed his large tree trunk past her dark bushy wilderness area.

"Ohhhh," she moaned into his shoulder. "Ohhh, ohhhh, Day-vid, Day-vid, ohhhhh, oh, ohhhhh!"

David was going hard, Yumi surrendering, allowing her man to do as he will, allowing him to use her as his primal release vassal. Akira was seeing a whole new side to his mother, she no longer the strong, confident woman that Akira knew, she having turned into something different, something unfamiliar to the boy that had known her for her whole life: Akira saw his mother as a kept woman.

The dynamics were as clear as day: David was in complete control, his hands and stance dictating where his woman went. Akira was in awe as he watched David slam his cock in and out, smacking it in with no attempts at giving pleasure, just receiving. Akira had thought David was a totally passive man, but David proved he wasn't, because what Akira saw was a man that was embracing his masculinity to the fullest. David was a nice guy, oh for sure, a great man, a good person, but, also, an alpha male that loved sex his way, in 100% complete control. And Yumi? She loved being that kind of woman, loved being his woman, the woman who, in no better terms, went into that bedroom, stripped naked, got on her back, opened her legs, and proudly became his undeniable bitch. That, the deeper context of what Akira was seeing, his mother and father-figure in this most primal act, was much more taboo than the actual sexual acts. It was something no son should ever watch, something Akira should not have been watching...but he carried on regardless.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" David grunted loudly, proudly, letting his manliness come through. "Oh yeah baby, yeah, hmmm, come on baby, oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes! Yes!"

David held Yumi's leg while slamming deeper, faster. At that angle, Akira could see the penetration, the long instrument violating his mother's most sacred area. Akira focused harder, harder than ever, and with his strong resolve, a new power was awoken: To Akira's amazement, he was able to enhance his vision to inhuman levels. This was a gift from the one that rested inside him, giving Akira the ability to see the action in crystal-clear clarity. This HD-zoom set Akira well over the edge of erotic sanity; pants off, his hand around Little Aki, he watched with focused intent as the juices flew out of his mother's vagina, the liquids roaring out with each hard thrust of David's iron rod.

"Ohhh yeah, yes, yes, yes!" he said loudly, his victorious cries echoing around the room, and into the halls. "Yes, yes, ohhhh baby!"

Despite their lovemaking having gone past thirty heavy-packed minutes, David still had much left in his tank: he turned around, got on his back, and got Yumi on top, riding him, but with no elegant grace this time around, just a sweaty cum-stained bitch jumping up-and-down her man's big cock.

"Ohhh! Day-vid, Day-vid!" she squealed. "Let me, let me, please..." Yumi put her hands on David's chest and got ready to show him her newest sexual technique: with his cock still inserted inside her, she spun her body around, and in a flash, had transitioned into reverse cowgirl position.

"Ohhhhh I love you so much," he said outloud, so moved by his Japanese lover's sexual prowess. With her back to him, she grinded harder, deeper, shaking her sexy butt, her body quivering from all the titanic pleasure.

"Oh Day-vid! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" she shouted in a totally pleading, submissive tone, the message coming in loud and clear: I'm yours, take me.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" said David as Yumi shook the bed with her hard rhythmic grinding

Akira was a sweaty wreck as this all went on, he stunned beyond belief that this naked, groaning, cock-loving woman that he saw in front of him was his very own mother. For his finish, Akira set his zoom to max, and saw a perversely beautiful set of images: His mother's dark black vaginal hair sweeping against the breeze, the individual beads of sweat rolling down her milky skin, and her soft, mouth-watering, cotton candy-like nipples, all topped off by the most powerful image of them all: his mother's nude body trembling in anticipation for her finale, her crescendo, her orgasm.

"Hurr! Hurr!" David said outloud as he slapped Yumi on the tush. Now, David's rocket was at full, the big one ready to fire with a scorching, inferno-like blast off.

Yumi was groaning loudly, her mouth wide open as she felt it all rising up inside: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Day-vid! Ah, ah, ah!!!"

David also felt it, felt it all roaring inside him. "Ohhhh Yumi, Yumi, I'm -"

Dingdong!

Everyone stopped their sexual activities.

David sighed. "Oh...God damn it, I'll go open it."

Seeing David come for the door, Akira pulled his pants up, ran for the ledge, leapt, and jumped down to the stairs, leaping from one set to the other with the greatest of demonic ease. Reaching the door before David even opened his, sweaty Akira ripped it open, his jaw hitting the floor when he saw who'd come over...

"Hey, we meet again JayKay.... So, this is what you look like without your mask."

On Akira's front porch was the teen he beat to win the Monaco Junior Fight Grand Prix: American Champion Robert Richards. That was not all. A familiar woman stood behind him.

"Lookie here, this a real fancy looking place! I can see myself staying here."

Along with Robert was his mother, a woman who also 'motivated' her son with exotic methods. She had long legs, shoulder-length blonde hair, and large, bountiful breasts. She was Helena Roberts.

"Well look at you, all sweat and muscles," she said with a grin. "You know, without that stupid mask, you're actually quite cute."

***

Ch.02: Piehole Goodness

A day later...

It was the afternoon, the Richards having settled into their new digs. With the boys out to play and train, and Yumi's boyfriend David at work, the house was left to the mothers. They were relaxing at the poolside area, Yumi and her female house guest settling into their lounge chairs.

"Ahhh!" Helena stretched herself out, she wearing a black micro-bikini, the small edges just about covering her most private regions, each swivel movement of her body a mere glimpse away from revealing her erect nipples. The leggy blonde then grabbed her latest bottle of suntan cream.

"May I?" said Yumi, her wonders concealed by a bright purple bikini-top and a hi-riding thong that accentuated her peachy delights.

"Please," replied Helena as she turned around, her back and buttocks beneath the roaring sun.

Yumi lathered her soft hands and rubbed ever-so-softly over Helena's body, using her martial artist's precision to spread the cream evenly over the woman's back.

"Good?" asked Yumi.

"Oh great, baby, great. Umm, you mind gettin' a little on my butt, too?"

Yumi saw the power-play being manoeuvred by this wily American woman: a seemingly innocent gesture was, in fact, a request of humble servitude. To refuse would be rude, but to accept would be defeat. Not to be underestimated, quick-witted Yumi had an answer.

"Ah, okay," she put her hands on Helena's derrière and rubbed the cream over her toned butt, digging in deep, applying enough pressure to get Helena's pussy lips rubbing against her cloth thong. After Yumi finished showcasing her power, she gave Helena a friendly pat on the butt, one that seemed innocent, but a tap that sent shockwaves through Helena's back and leg muscles. Message sent: Yumi was not to be messed with.

"Hmm, thanks babe." Helena's respect level for the mother of her son's rival went up, well up. Helena now knew that Yumi was not just any woman: she was a smart one. Helena also knew that she and Yumi, despite their divergent backgrounds, were remarkably similar.

"So the boy's father not around?" asked Helena.

Yumi shook her head. "No, he in Japan. How about you?"

"Him? I kicked that ol' no-good sumbitch's ass to the curb years back. Yeah, it's just me and my boy, always has been. My main focus is to get him to the top of the fighting world, ya know what I mean?" Helena reached for her wineglass. "Hey! Here's to us independent moms from both ends of this ol' world."

Yumi smiled, and grabbed her juice. "Cheers," she said as they clinked glasses.

Helena chugged down her wine. "Umm, honey, let me tell you, I ain't seen an Asian woman built like you before, trust me, you so, umm, what does Cindy call it? Uhh, oh yeah: bootylicious."

"Boo-tee-licious?"

"Oh hell yeah! Honey: the butt, the boobs, let me tell you, you meet some of my brothers, cousin brothers, uncles, oh Jesus, they'd love you. Girlfriend you a man-magnet, I swear."

Yumi giggled. "No, thank you. I like my man."

Helena slapped her forehead before reaching for another refill. "Well, duh? How silly of me. I keep forgetting you got the goldmine right here! Girl, you come to America and you get yourself a millionaire before even getting a green card. You're something special," she took another sip of her wine before saying, "Have you given him your ass?"

Yumi blushed. "Umm, I, I...that personal, no?"

"Pfft? Not for me! Honey, you don't need to tell me anything about yourself - but let me tell you about my last boyfriend: The QB for my son's high school, a meaty six-five black stallion, ummmmmmm," Helena tactfully rubbed her fingers over her clit as memories of Marcus Driver came flashing back to her. "Girl, let me tell you all the ways we did it - and how."

Yumi grinned, nodded and said, "Go on..."

The mothers chatted about sex positions, car sex, and just why it's always best to never meet the mother of your teen boyfriend. Halfway into Helena's confessional, the women were interrupted when they heard a high-pitched yelp coming from the gates.

"Eee! My GOD! Come on!" shouted Mike, "Both, both, both -"

"Hey!" shouted Helena, "Quit your perving you weird little kid!"

Yumi tapped Helena's arm. "Hella-nah, Hella-nah, that Day-vid's boy."

"Oh is he? Oh that's right, he is, isn't he? I thought he was a housekeeper's kid or somethin'."

Robert and Akira walked behind Mike, and when those sons saw their bikini-clad mothers, their mouths hung wide open.

"Mom!" shouted Robert, "You look HOT! - "

"Shut yo piehole mister!" interrupted his mother, "You ain't seeing any of this goodness up close, you hear? You're still being punished for that runner-up finish. Now get, get!"

Robert sighed, "Okay, Mom." He tapped fists with Mike and Akira, "We work on that eight-direction run later?"

Akira nodded. "Yes, sure."

"Cool, cool." Robert went back into the house.

Yumi whispered over to Helena. "Your son like seeing you like... this?"

Helena was wide-eyed and stunned: she thought Yumi wouldn't be able to fully understand her fast-talking southern dialect and sayings.

"What? No, no, it's, it's what boys do, I mean, I was talking about you really, haha, yeah, he loves Asians, all his girlfriends are Asian girls, yeah."

Yumi gave a nod. "Right." She'd just gained vital info and was making sure not to forget it - but Helena had a killer counter attack.

"Hey boys!" she shouted at Mike and Akira, "You sweaty little things need to cool down, you're both so dirty. Go on, cool down in this water here - oh, and do it 'country style', let's get you boys naked!"

Under Mike-logic, if a hot woman asks you to get naked, you do it, whatever the situation. He started ripping his clothes off within seconds

Akira looked perplexed as he saw his friend strip naked for seemingly no reason.

"What you doing?" Akira asked.

"Come on! She said she wants us in the pool, naked! Naked! No clothes."

"Ah, I see," Akira began disrobing.

Fearing her son's other raging purple demon was about to be exposed, Yumi shouted at her son in their native language:

"Son, don't get naked, just go in your underwear."

He looked at his sparkling mother and nodded. "Hai."

Average-bodied Mike jumped in first. "Woo!" he made a big splash when he entered. Akira took the more sensible tact by walking down the pool stairs.

Helena licked her lips when she got a good look at the bronzed, lean, muscular Akira. "Hmm, you have a beautiful boy, Yumi."

This comment sent a cold shiver down the infallible Yumi's body: Helena showing interest in her son was something much unexpected.

Helena carried on: "Woo! Would you look at those muscles? Hot! Does he work out? You must tell me his diet, I want my boy having six-pack abs like that, and with strong, thick legs like your son's! Woo!."

Yumi was a second away from bitch-slapping the jailbait out off Helena. Even the intent was a dangerous deed: Helena was walking poison for Akira. A sexual meeting between the venomous energy of Helena and the sleeping demon inside Akira would trigger a huge wave of vile, dark, repressed emotion out of the teen boy. The only woman who could give Akira sexual satisfaction was his mother - and that was not out of jealousy or desire on Yumi's part, it was just the facts, as her heavenly grace was the only proper satisfaction for him.

Knowing they'd stepped onto very dangerous territory, Yumi played coy. "Yes, my son work very, very hard in gym, but technique most important, yes, proper technique."

Helena agreed. "Yeah, yeah, steel sharpens steel is what my daddy used to say. I think it fits them boys and their training too. They're only gonna get stronger if they work together, right?"

"Yes, good for both."

"Oh yes, and I'm making sure my boy gets the most out of this experience, gonna beef him up, get him up a weight-class, get his speed and power up, no one will touch him- no one! And we'll be at the tippity-top again!"

Meanwhile, in the pool, the nude Mike was talking in hushed whispers to Akira.

"Come on, wow, look at our mom! And look at Rob's mom! The boobs on that woman! Wow! Her son said she was hot! Wow! Think him and his mom do things!? Wow, hold on; look at the butt on our mom! Wow! Did I mention how glad I am I met you guys?"

Akira nodded while keeping a safe distance away from Mike. "Yes, I'm very happy here."

Akira's words were true, he was happy, and more joyful when he gazed upon the two gorgeous beauties in front of him. He looked at the experienced delights of his mother, smiling happily at him, a warm, white, heavenly glow exuding out from her- but, to the right, releasing a inciting valentine red aura, giving Akira an alluring look, was Helena Roberts, her tongue going slowly around her lips, her large breasts heaving. Helena had succeeded with her seduction methods, having got Akira stiff as a boulder underneath that hot, hot water.

***

Ch.03: Red Letter Day

Evening time and David comes home to see his son naked and floating in the pool.

David shook his head. "Can you even try explaining yourself, Mike?"

Mike looked over at his Dad. "Umm, ahh..."

"Where are the others?"

"They're inside."

"Okay...put some damn pants on, you'll catch a cold."

"Yes, Dad..."

Inside the house, Yumi wore a small white t-shirt and tiny black shorts over her bikini-top and thong, while Helena had a tight dress covering her micro-bikini-clad body. The two women were in the kitchen, Yumi doing the cooking while Helena watched in gawped amazement.

"Tell me again why you're cooking?" asked the bemused never-cooking Helena as she held an apple.

"I, ah, I want to know what my son eats, I responsible for his diet."

"Oh that? Pfft! I let someone else take care of all that for my kid...you're feeding him the same stuff, right?

Yumi nodded while she stirred the pot. "Yes, he our guest."

"Right, right, well I guess it's okay since your son beat my son and all, you must be doing somethin' right," replied Helena while chomping on the apple.

At this time, Akira sneaked down to the kitchen area, pausing when he saw the swaying behinds of Helena and his mother. He watched them both, admiring in equal parts the firm tightness of Helena's behind, and the beauty and grace of his mother's juicy butt. Then, Helena left, leaving Akira to gaze exclusively at his mother. The perverted son was longing and lusting, locked on his mother's amazingly curvaceous behind, the ultra-tight, super-tiny black shorts making his mother's derrière just pop.

Then, David came in, entering from the backdoor. He paused when he saw Akira, standing by a shelf, watching from afar. From closer analysis, David could clearly see that Akira was checking out his mother's ass. This David was disturbed by: seeing his girlfriend's son just stuck, looking, not moving, his hands rubbing against his pants as he watched his very own mother in such a dirty, dirty way. David had to step in.

"Ahem, hey Son," David said quietly, patting his entranced surrogate son on the shoulder.

"Oh!" Akira leapt, shaken by the intrusion. "Ah, umm, hello." Akira turned and briskly walked up the stairs.

David knew what that body language, surprise, shock, and look all meant: Akira had been caught doing something dirty. Having countless similar experiences with Mike, David was confident in his assertion: Akira was perving on his mother. Setting the experience aside for the moment, David approached his woman.

"Hello, Yumi," he got behind her, kissed her cheek and patted her bum.

"Hello," she said with a warm smile.

"Umm, everything been okay?"

"Fine."

"How about the new arrivals?"

Yumi put her spatula near her lips while thinking, "Umm, Rob, he good boy, he nice, but his mother..." she looked to the side before saying, "She bad, bad woman."

"Hmm, well, she does seem a little...Don't worry, we'll sort out any problems -" David paused when he remembered a problem he'd just discovered: Yumi's son having the hots for his own mother.

"Hmm? Anything I need to know?" she asked.

Seeing that she was already burdened with Helena-related problems, David decided to keep this issue to himself.

"Nothing, nothing to worry about."

"Okay. We talk when dinner done, okay?"

"Yes dear," David bent down, kissed Yumi's cream-coated lips, and then exited the kitchen, determined to deal with this issue personally.

David went up the stairs, onward to Akira's room for a much needed talk.

*

Knock, knock.

Akira jolted awake from his mid-evening slumber.

"Ahem, come, come."

"It's me," David creaked open the door, "Can we talk?"

"Oh yes, yes." Akira sat on his bed.

"Good, yeah," David sat next to him. "Now, we've not talked much, have we? Like, not really talk?"

Akira nodded. "Yes."

"Yes, yeah, see, well, there's some...things I think need explaining, things about me and your mother."

"...Yes."

"We're together, like, really together," David rubbed his hands together to illustrate his vague point. "We're a couple, yes, understand that?"

"Yes, I, ah, do."

"Meaning we...do things together, romantic things...sexual things."

That set a spark off in Akira's gut. "Yes, I understand."

"Good, because, well, I'm just going to say it...I saw you."

Akira gave David a blank look. He scratched his index finger on his cheek and replied, "Saw...me? I not understand."

"I saw you...in the kitchen...looking at your mother...in a bad way, a wrong way."

Akira felt a tinge of pain in his chest: he'd been caught, his sacred secret semi-exposed. He didn't have a response, so he just stared at the ground.

"And, Son, it's....well it's not okay, but you're not in trouble. Maybe things were different back in Japan, I don't know, maybe you thought it was fine to look at her body in that way, but now, Son, it's not, because she's my woman and she's your mother. Those lines are clear, you understand?"

Akira understood, and he understood the position David was in. Yet, inside him, little fireflies of jealousy flickered around, leaving behind sinister thoughts: "You're being told what to do by this man, this man that's not even your father? This man that has openly defiled your mother? You saw what we did to her in the bedroom! Why are you taking crap from him, why him? Why!"- Akira shut the voices out within seconds. He overpowered his emotions, and came to a tactile decision.

"I sorry," he said with his eyes locked on David, "I...sorry and not do it again."

"Good, good," he gingerly patted young Akira on the back, "Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself, once is okay, because, I mean, Jesus, if I had a mother who looked like that! I'm sure I'd check out her butt, too!"

Akira didn't fully comprehend the joke, but he understood the context: "Yes, funny. But I sorry, really, I not do again, thank you Sir for...thank you," he said with a half-smile.

David stood up, "Glad we got that all dealt with. So... see ya at dinner."

"Yes, sorry, again."

David smiled before closing the door. "Forget about it, it's all fine."

Door shut, Akira laid on his bed, thinking one thing, one conclusion: he needed to be more careful when checking out his mom.

*

It was dinner time for the Rochefort-Shibata clan and their guests the Roberts. David sat at the head of the table, to his left Yumi and to his right Akira. Seated next to Akira was Robert, next to Yumi was Helena, Mike was at the far end.

Whilst eating, Robert talked fighting techniques with Akira.

"So when you go for the takedown, you should really put your shoulders into it," advised Robert. "Tackle, then go for the legs."

Akira nodded intently. "Yes, ah yes, okay, okay."

Yumi was happy to see her son making friends, but was also wary of Helena, the blonde bombshell gazing with menacing lusting eyes at the two teen boys.

"Ah, Helena," said Yumi, trying to draw Helena's attention away from the boys.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Umm, please, tell us about you and your son."

This question stumped Helena. "Hmm, well, you know about my son over there, he's a prodigy, you know that? Haha, his talent is something else, he's so going to rebound from this loss, isn't that right, Son?"

Robert stuck his thumb out and winked. "Yeah!"

"Well, anyway, you asked about me? Well, I'm from North Carolina, you know where that is Yumi?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, we're from a small town, but we're working our way up thanks to my boy's talent, uh-huh, our way into the good life is all on him. And you asked me what my ideal man is, right, Yumi?"

"Umm."

"Well, I'd say, hmm, gots to be young, oh I like 'em young. Sorry, Son, but I wanna keep dating boys around your age."

Robert looked at his plate and said quietly, "I know Mom, I know."

"That's right, umm, oh yeah, they gots to be toned, a toned body is a must, oh, and dark hair, love the dark hair - oh, oh and tanned! I like my men to be bronzed," as she listed these attributes, Helena stretched her leg forward and wiggled her toes around Akira's shin. Not aware of the signals she was sending, Akira thought Helena had mistakenly lodged her foot on his leg. Though he felt it was innocent, his member didn't: it went from semi to full.

"And," Helena quickly pulled her foot back before getting caught, "He has to be a sweetheart."

"Wow," said Mike. "If you don't mind me saying, I think you're gorgeous Miss Richards, inside and out."

"Hey!" said Robert, "That's my mom you're talking to."

"It's fine," Helena said with a big smile, "He's just giving a compliment. Thank you so much, little boy. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you."

"Uhh," Yumi tapped Helena on the shoulder and pointed out David.

"Oh shoot," giggled Helena. "I keep forgetting who he is."

"I don't think he minds," said David.

"Yeah, it's okay," replied Mike, "I don't mind when pretty women forget who I am."

Everyone smiled and laughed. Surprisingly, the dinner was full of much joy and warmth, everyone having a good time. As the dinner went on, Yumi became less and less focused on Helena, and more on her boyfriend and her family, seeing them happy, the easy life glowing in front of her. In fact, Yumi was starting to warm to Helena, as shown by this exchange:

While David was talking to the boys, Helena leaned over to Yumi and whispered in her ear. "Hey, just curious here," Helena pointed to two table knifes: a butter knife and a longer meat cutting one, "Out of the two....which is closer to your man's pecker?"

Yumi blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh, oh, easy, easy," she pointed to the long knife, her finger tapping it with rapid strikes. "This, this, this."

They both burst into laughter, both women giggling together.

After everyone had finished eating, they all went to their respective bedrooms. Inside the master bedroom, Yumi expressed her surprise.

"Day-vid, Helena, she okay, yes? When she said Akira a handsome boy, she was just being polite, yes? That what women in America do...right?"

"Oh I'm sure that's it," he said from the adjunct bathroom.

"Hmm...still, Day-vid, I worry about Helena, I don't know, her looks to Akira, that, hmm...I don't know."

"Her looks to Akira?" David was bemused by that comment. "Yumi, you think she has her sights on Akira? I mean, sure, he's a good-looking boy, I can see girls taking in an interest in him, but not a full-grown woman like Helena."

"Hmm, I don't know, Day-vid...maybe...I think you're right, yes, I just being silly."

David opened the bathroom door and came striding out. His built body was gleaming wet, his white boxers showing a clear python-like outline. Yumi blushed, and felt her panties get immediately damp.

David strode over to his woman and held her in his strong arms. "Yumi, there's nothing to worry about, there's no way Helena would want your son in that way, no, not even possible, so please, don't worry. And, Yumi, if you're still worried, I can make her leave, just say the word and she'll be gone in the morning."

Yumi considered that for a second, but shook her head. "No, no, Akira have friend, Akira need friend...I just being silly, I think too much, I just worry about nothing."

He kissed her cheek. "Everything will be fine, promise."

"Thank you," Yumi was fully reassured by her man's words. So, after her motherly fears and concerns were washed away, Yumi felt herself slipping into her primal womanly state, ready for duty.

"Now," he grabbed her shorts, peeled them down, and took a good, hard feel of her juicy butt, "Let's have some fun."

Yumi felt a strong surge of warmth quell up inside her as David groped her backside.

"Yes, please," she said with a wet smile and happy nod.

So while Yumi and David engaged in their heated attempts to improve race-relations, in the bathroom, Akira, in his shorts, was finishing brushing his teeth. He was on his way to his bed, when, suddenly, the door opened, and, stood in front of him was a tall, leggy woman. His mouth hit the floor when he saw her step out of the shadows and into the bathroom.

"Whoops? You ain't done yet, sweetie?" Helena asked innocently, her tone not at all matching her attire: she was clad in nothing but her bright lingerie: a stripped pink bra and matching frilly thong. Her dynamite body had lit up the dimly-lit room, her skin radiating, exuding sensual confidence, all the while acting like she'd done nothing wrong, looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

Akira took a big gulp. "I, I, I -"

"Aw how cute, you look so embarrassed," she bent down, her breasts right in Akira's eyeline, her pretty blue eyes looking right into his soul. "Don't be, it's normal to get..." she looked down at his erect member, then, said with extra added spice: "Excited."

Having her nearly-nude body so close to his drew a huge response from this excited demonic teen: Akira felt his body bubbling with hot emotion, it growing larger and larger with each passing second, his chest getting tighter, profuse amounts of sweat running down his face.

"I, umm, I," words failed him; he was too lost in his emotions, unable to string a sentence together.

"Aw...cute." Helena didn't move, she just continued to look right into his eyes, smiling, transferring her wicked intentions - and he felt them, felt those thoughts hit his soul with an iron fist of sexual delight. As she carried on gazing at him, his breathing got heavier, suddenly, everything got slower, his mind getting sluggish. Then, a surge of new energy drifted in, taking over, leading his actions. Akira felt his hands twitch, moving finger by finger, his shoulders bucking, a set of unknown inputs downloaded, ready to be executed - but, before he could, she stood up and ended their eye contact.

"You're a cute little thang" she said casually, "Gettin' all worked up," she scuffled his hair, then, kneeled down and kissed his forehead. The moment her lips touched his skin, the tight feelings all over his body went upward and submerged to that spot, resting and festering.

Helena turned and walked back through the shadows, Akira's eyes locked on her thong-adored toned behind.

"Hey, if it eva' gets too cold 'round here," she said in a hushed tone, "You can always snuggle up with me... I'll keep you warm, honey." she smiled with a devilish red glimmer in her eyes. She then walked away silently, through the darkness.

Akira tried to compose himself, but couldn't stop shaking. Then, he touched his forehead, where Helena had kissed him, felt around the area, then, looked at his fingers. He saw red. Thinking it was lipstick, he tried rubbing it off, but instead... it dripped off. It was blood: bright red blood.

***

Ch.04: Burst Limit

This bright sunny day started like any other for the domesticated Yumi Shibata: naked, on top, riding her white American lover David.

"Hmmm, keep going, that's it," he said as he kept his eyes firmly locked on his beautiful partner, her angelic face looking down at him with a sweat-stained glee, her breasts bouncing as his quick release got closer.

"Har-der?" she asked.

"Please," he put his hands on her enviable butt, and held on tightly as he felt a huge rush coming from his member, his sex-powered Asian dynamo having rode him to completion.

"Ohhh, I love it, love..." he pulled her down and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Ohhhh I love it!"

"Me...too," she gave him a warm, gentle smile, and then dismounted.

David watched Yumi walk naked around the bedroom, wiping down her milky-soft round sexy body with those satin bed sheets. This got David's member more than semi-attentive: he felt another go-around was in the books - but then remembered he had to go to work. Business-minded David got out of his bed, put his robe on, and went onward to the shower, making sure he not look at his woman, as just one glance at her sweaty nude bouncy frame would have him and her back in that bed.

Outside, in the garden, Akira and Robert were training, working on their jabs. As they did some gentle sparing, Akira thought about the two women in his life: his mother Yumi and his friend's mother Helena. Akira had blonde bombshell Helena foremost in his thoughts, remembering the events from that past night. As a teen that didn't have much experience with the ladies, Akira summarised that Helena was not showing sexual affection, but instead was being polite, nice to him, showing him kindness, and nothing else...though he wasn't fully convinced with that theory.

Having questions, Akira thought the best person to ask would be the person in front of him - Helena's son Robert.

"Ahh, Robert," he stopped fighting and stood still, "Umm, your mother, is she, ahh, umm, friendly to...boy?"

"Huh? Sorry dude, didn't get that."

"Umm, ahh, your mother is friendly woman to other boy? She...like boy?"

"Come on, dude," Robert said with a snarl, "I don't want to talk about my mom like that, okay? It's not cool, I don't like it when people at school do it, and I don't like it when you do it, too. Seriously, if you weren't my friend, I'd have punched you in the face already, so, please, don't mention her."

"I, ahh," Akira was taken aback by the hostile reaction. "I, sorry, not happen again."

"Thanks dude, now let's try that up-kick."

"Yes."

Back inside the house, in the spacious bathroom, inside the shower, David was scrubbing down, almost finished when Yumi walked in, holding her clothes and clad only in a robe.

"Yumi? That you?" he said from behind the curtain.

"Yes."

In that nanosecond, a naughty idea came into his head, one he couldn't deny himself. David tore open the curtain, revealing his naked wet self.

"Yumi, I think I can use your help with something," he said with a grin while holding his fully erect cock.

In that quick flash, Yumi's womanly desires had taken over: her son's pancakes could wait; first she needed to put her hands on her man's thick member. Yumi tore her robe off and strode over to David.

"I think I help," she said with a girly giggle. Yumi got behind David, placed her cheek on his broad rippling back, put one hand on his leg, and the other around his boa, tugging the wet, soapy instrument with her soft delicate hand.

"Ohhhh that's it," said David, "That's the way."

In the garden, Akira felt that familiar feeling from before, the same one he'd felt yesterday, the power that let him know that his parents were up to some torrid business. With that knowledge in mind, he threw a hard jab at Robert, who ducked and saw Akira's fist land onto the grassy floor with a powerful boom.

"Oh damn, that was a heavy punch!" remarked Robert.

Akira picked himself back up, and saw that his glove was tattered into mangled pieces.

"Wow, how'd you do that?" asked Robert.

"I, I do not know," Akira replied honestly. "...I, umm, get new glove from storage room, yes?"

"Yeah, sure."

Akira nodded, and went back into the house. As he trawled up the staircase, his feelings were proven true, as he heard the running shower, followed by the sounds of giggles, both male and female, his mother and David. Akira got to the 3rd floor, right next to the bathroom, and heard the vivid sounds of two bodies rubbing against one another, then, much to his surprise, he heard something he had first hand remembrance of: his mother's hand on his member, tugging and releasing. Akira was quickly able to summarise what his mother's dirty deed was.

Was Akira angry? No, not really. But was he jealous? Even he'd admit, yes, a little. But was he turned on by the fact that his hot Japanese mother was jerking off her white American lover in the shower? Oh hell yes. After a minute of listening in, Akira remembered what he came for - and also suddenly comprehended the risk of getting caught, so he reluctantly walked past the bathroom and went onward to the end of the hallway, to the storage closet.

Akira kept his steps short, letting his ears absorb the symphony of rub-and-tug. As Akira listened to the biracial sex acts, his member grew more erect, his body glowing bright red. Then, as he was walking, something caught his attention, a glimpse that he saw from the corner of his eye. Akira stopped, paused, and looked to his right. His parents had left their bedroom door wide open, and inside that room, dangling around the bedpost, was a piece of fabric flowing gently beneath the wind: his mother's white frilly thong.

Akira tightened his body instantly when he saw it; his hands into fists, his toed curled, his mouth losing all its moisture, his eyes glued to the exotic taboo fabric. He admired the fine, delicate details: the strings, the bows, the satin, in addition to the knowledge that his mother wore this tantalising piece of clothing on her person, it tucked neatly into her most private region. The seconds ticked away as Akira remained frozen, inside him a raging storm emerging, filling up, up, till he felt the dormant powers awaken, they reaching him and bestowing him with his demonic ability of enhanced high-vision. Akira zoomed in and was able to see the greater details, and as the image got brighter and bolder, so did the revelations: He was able to see the small beads of vaginal sweat collected on the thong, stepping forward a little closer to see that this sweat was mixed in with his mother's juices. Also, along the edge was one long dangling strand of jet-black hair, glued inside as a sordid reminder of his mother's feminine instincts.

Akira had his hands to his sides as he watched this majestic vision, yet already he could feel his member reach boiling point. Then, Akira decided that looking was not enough, oh no: he had to do something which went against his morals, which showed disrespect towards his sacred mother: he had to expand his senses, go forward, and take a good long feel of the mouth-watering majesty.

Akira looked to the bathroom and heard the shower still running: he had time to do this. A massive inner turmoil went on inside him, with the darker forces persistent, so much so that they quickly turned his mind toward one conclusion: he had to get nearer. So Akira took small steps forward into the bedroom, tiptoeing, getting closer, closer, able to see the pure visceral energy springing out from his mother's undergarment. Akira then got closer, closer, till he was at touching distance.

"Go on," said that deep inner voice, making itself vocal inside Akira's confused and conflicted head. "Touch, touch, hold, touch, hold, touch, hold."

Akira tried lifting his arms so he could hold the holy cloth in his hands, but, much to his shock, his arms wouldn't move. Not an even inch, they just would not budge; it was as if two heavy weights had been attached to each side. The champion fighter tried lifting his arms again, yet nothing, still too heavy. The demonic voice was fading: something had silenced it; Akira was back to lucid thought. Realising his predicament, and not wishing to be stuck in this compromising position, Akira thought it would be best to retreat from this battle. He turned his feet, ready to walk away, walk away from the warm heavenly bliss in front of him, deciding that this perverted detour was over...but, as he was already there, one quick inhale seemed like a good enough consolation. That wasn't his demonic side talking, just his horny teen urges.

So, Akira got himself steady, pushed his head forward, opened his nostrils, and with his airways wide open, he inhaled.

"Hmmm," in that brief split-second, he was not in the Rochefort home, nor America, nor anywhere in that world: he was transported to a garden of roses, the aroma a combined mixture of his mother's scent, the sweetest roses, and the freshest of airs, his body regenerated, a bright light filling him with a soothing warmth ...but then, he came back, his eyes open, looking at his mother's thong. Then, in slow-motion, Akira saw a circle develop around the thong, this circle pulsating with a hum, growing larger, larger. Before Akira could figure out what was going on, the shockwave of energy burst and sent him flying to the floor.

"What?" he asked himself as he lay on his back, he seemingly having been thrown to the floor by the scent of his mother's thong. Akira jumped up and walked backwards, still bemused. Then, while in this trance, he bumped into something, something long, hard, and fleshy.

"Well, ain't you just a naughty little oriental boy?"

Akira turned around and saw Helena Roberts, a towel around her body, her hands behind her back, giving him a devilish, knowing grin.

Akira rushed out of the room and tried covering himself up.

"No, I, I, umm, I not do bad, I not do bad."

"Oh hush honey-monster," she replied. "You ain't done nuthin' wrong, you were just being a boy is all." Helena looked inside the bedroom. "Is that the kinda underwear she wearing? Huh? Pretty run-of-the-mill if you ask me." Helena put her hands to her front, showing that she was holding her clothes. She then looked through them, picked one piece out, and what she held in her fingers made Akira burst in an instant. No pre-cum, just the real deal flowing down his legs in a sign of youthful exuberance.

"I see Mr. Happy just let himself out!" she giggled while holding, in her fingers, her Victoria's Secret, crimson red, all-over lace thong.

"You need to work on that whole premature releasin' thang, it's somethin' us ladies ain't impressed by...but you doing it, I find it kinda cute."

Akira held his pants and tightened his legs, overcome by the lust in front of him, behind him, and to the side. He had to retreat, so he dashed into the storage room and shut it tight. Inside that room, his mind was shut, not thinking, just listening. He first heard Helena giggle, then, his parents coming out of the shower.

"Had fun?" asked Helena.

"Ahh, umm," Yumi, wearing her robe, had her hair soaked and her cheeks a bright shade of red. "You can use now..."

"Is it clean? I know a couple like you in love an' all is gonna be releasin' lots of love' cream."

"It's, it's clean," replied a quite embarrassed robe-clad David. He grabbed Yumi's shoulders and sped the two of them down the stairs.

"Aw don't be all embarrassed now!" said Helena, "You only doing what comes natural...what 'comes' natural, haha, I'm funny," Helena went inside and slammed the bathroom door shut. But, seconds later, it opened, and Helena's bare feet could be heard approaching Akira's little hole. She opened the closet door, finding him in a crotched position.

"Here," she threw a roll of tissues at him, "I think you'll need them."

***

Ch.05: J.H.C

After finishing up in the closet, Akira rushed back to the field. Robert wasn't happy with this late arrival:

"Dude!? You've been gone for twenty minutes!"

"Sorry, replied Akira, "Your mother -"

Robert raised his voice, "My mom!? What!? What she do!?"

"...She and I talk."

"For that long? You can barely speak English! Fuck! Something weird is going on, I'm going to speak to her."

Robert threw his gloves down and stormed into the house.

Akira felt bad about making his friend angry, so he followed him into the house to apologise, but stopped when he heard Helena shouting at her boy.

"You want WHAT!?"

"Just, just a little to tide me over," said Robert, "Please, just a feel, or a touch, just one handjob, and I'll be good."

"Was I born yesterday? You ain't getting' nothin' boy, how clear did I make that? No kisses, no handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, none of it till you go and win a God damn belt! You know what you get if you do that? Me, naked in your race car bed, chips, coke, lotion, oils, we'll do it all night! But you ain't gettin' it now."

Robert rubbed himself. "Hmmm, that sounds soooo~ good. Please, the next tournament is not for months, I can't wait that long, please give me something before that."

"Hmm," Helena rubbed her chin, "How about puttin' a whooping on that kid?"

Thankfully, Akira didn't understand what Helena had said as he could only hear raised, mumbled voices.

"Mom~," replied Robert, "He's my friend, I don't want to fight him at his house."

"Your friend? He ended your undefeated record! He's your enemy, no friends in fighting! Look, if you ever want this," Helena turned around and shook her butt, "Yeah? This rump in your face, you beat him - and beat him good."

Robert sighed. "Fine...I'll challenge him to a fight, but what do I get if I win?"

"Strip club special: You get a lapdance, you can cop a feel within reachin' distance, no pussy though. Pay me a hundred for a blowjob."

"Deal!"

Before Robert could reach for the door, Akira leapt away to a safe distance.

Back on the field, Robert came rushing over to Akira with added vigour in his step.

"Akira! Me! You! I want my rematch! Here, nine, let's do it!"

Akira didn't understand perfect English - but he was fluent in fighting talk.

"Yes!"

The two teens shook on it and went their separate ways to train.

As Akira walked down the field, the patio door opened. It was Helena, clad in a pink robe.

"Psst, Aki-ara, Aki-ara."

Despite her mispronunciation, Akira went over to her.

"Hey, listen, if you go ahead and win, you know his deal? You get it."

"...I not understand."

"You get what he gets for winning! Me! You get me!"

"I get...you? For?"

Helena threw her hands up in the air.

"Jesus-H-Christ," she put her hands on his cheeks, leaned down and spoke very slowly: "If. You. Win. Your. Fight. You and me. We will have sex, okay? We will have sex, me and you, together."

The light finally shone. "Oh...oh! Really!?"

"Yes, really, and remember this when you train," Helena looked around, then put her hands down low, brushed aside her robe, pulled her thong down, and revealed a new wonder in Little Aki's universe.

"Look 'er boy: this ain't no fluffy fur show like your mama got going on: This full, bare, naked, good-ol'-girl pussy."

As he gazed upon this new discovery of tasty bare flesh, marvelling at the quivering lips and salivating at the yummy-looking pink meat, Akira felt his energy meter go all the way to purple. He couldn't waste time just looking: he had to fight for the right to lick it!

"Osu!" he turned and ran.

Helena chuckled.

"Heh, boys...They'd kill for a slice of pussy, hee-hee."

***

Final Chapter: I'll Be Ready

Back in Japan, Yumi Shibata was a world champion-calibre martial artist. In her prime, her body was sculpted from years of hard, diligent training. Even as a mother, she found time to do her daily chores, an hour of tantric crowd-pleasing yoga, and working out with weights, all with the aim of keeping herself in tip-top fit fighting shape. But, after moving away from her homeland, things had changed...

Yumi in America had her days mapped out like this: after she'd given her boyfriend morning sex and/or a handjob in the shower, she served her son and Mike their breakfast. Later that morning she spent around thirty-minutes doing some yoga positions - and only those positions that kept her flexible in the bedroom. After that was done, she went back to her comfy bed, falling blissfully asleep, planning to wake whenever the warm breeze brushed against her face.

On this day, after having given her man his morning release, laid out her son's breakfast, and finished her relaxing yoga session, she was off to bed to sleep the morning away. Little she knew that her laissez-faire way of mothering was coming back to bite her on her round juicy butt...

*

Back on the field, Akira was training like he'd never had before, his speed, power, at new, higher levels, pushing himself to the limits for this contest.

Mike, holding pancakes, was the first to notice the spilt in the camps. Able to see the two of them on far ends of the field, he quickly made his choice and went over to his pseudo step-brother.

"Hey, Akira, you missed breakfast, I got you some. Hey, what's up with you and Robert training alone?"

"We fight," he said while performing push-ups.

"What? Come on! Here? Seriously, you had a frigging crowd of thousands watching you two go at it: Dude, save it for pay-per-view!"

Akira shook his head. "No, we fight for...good, good prize."

"Money? Not Dad's money?"

"No, no, no, not money."

"What then?"

"...Uhh...joy."

"Joy? Well, I don't know, guess it's a Japanese thing. Well, bro, I'm here to help, but I won't get hurt."

Akira gave a half-smile. "No, I never hurt you again, you my friend."

"Your friend? Come on! I'm your brother, get it right! Now let's get you throwing some jabs, come on!"

*

Around 3pm, Yumi woke up, looked outside her window, and saw that Akira was training feverishly, gritted determination on his face as he ran down the field with a heavy bag over his shoulders, back-and-forth, his sweat filling the air with heat.

Half-asleep Yumi opened her window and saw Mike down below.

"Mikey, what Akira doing?" she asked from her high vantage point.

"Ohh!" Mike gave her his full attention when he saw her: Yumi was wearing a tight white t-shirt, her burgeoning boobies looking very snug indeed.

"Uhhh... he's training for a fight with Robert!" he shouted in response.

"Oh," so dulled were Yumi's senses that she saw no danger forthcoming, unable to see any of the immense spiritual pressure that Akira was exuding. Concluding that her son and his friend were just going to have a little boy practice match, she said the following:

"Make sure he eat something."

"Okay, Mama! -" thankfully, Yumi didn't hear Mike's Freudian slip; she was too busy thinking about her bubble bath.

Later, at 7pm, Akira was resting against a tree, eating a pre-match snack, a towel around his shoulders, Mike taking the corner man role:

"All right bro, you go for the fake, then a one-two, one-two combo, hit him with a good overhand left, bam, kick the legs out from under him, get on top, and ground and pound him!"

David had just arrived back home, and saw his boys sitting on the field.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" he asked.

"Not much," replied Mike, "Yeah, Akira and Robert are just going to have a practice fight."

"Oh okay," he said without knowing that this 'practice fight' was to be much more dangerous and full-on than most actual brawls. "Well, you kids come in when your mom tells you to."

"Okay, Dad," said Mike.

Akira nodded blankly as he ate his rice cake, busy inside his own mind, visualizing the fight, the situations, and his desired outcome.

When they first fought, the size difference between Robert and Akira was negated by Akira's weight advantage : Robert was taller (5'9) yet lankier (125lbs), while Akira was shorter (5'6) yet stronger (142lbs). Now, Akira's weight advantage had been lessened as Robert had added mass to his frame, going from 125lbs to 135lbs. Akira, at 144lbs, had his only advantage pretty much negated: all he could do was out-skill his taller foe. Furthermore, the stakes had been upped by a significant amount: their prize, what they were fighting for, was the expert talents of Penthouse's Miss April of 1997, Helena Roberts. It was set to be a titanic clash of the perverted, horny teen titans.

*

8:50pm, a chilly dark night, Akira and Mike in a little huddled corner in the garden. Akira was in deep meditation, able to listen to a voice that had comforted him before all his big fights.

"Win, win at all costs, beat him, beat him bad. Win, win that prize, have it, it's yours. Helena, Helena, Helena, Helena, Hell -"

"Akira?" Mike woke his brother up from his trance.

"Oh? Time?"

"Yeah, come on, let's do this."

Meanwhile, inside the house, Yumi had got herself seated on the couch, alongside Helena, enjoying some Home Improvement.

"Oh I like this show," said Helena, "I remember my cousin pulling his little pecker out and doing the nasty when Pammie came on screen."

Yumi smiled and nodded. "I see."

"So where your man at?" asked Helena.

"He in office, alone. He say he has to lock door to work because if he is around me for too long..." Yumi blushed.

"God damn you're such a naughty little Asian gal, aren't ya? Real naughty girl....Hey, you know where our boys at?"

"Oh they outside, practice fight. You know what that is?"

Helena smirked. "Oh, that? Nothing, just lil' boys stuff. They're professionals, it's what they do, you know. We should not interrupt or do nothin', you know."

Yumi nodded while remaining transfixed on the screen. "Mhhm. Yes."

Helena had her eyes elsewhere: Yumi's breasts. Yumi's tight, cleavage-bearing shirt had her money-makers looking exceptionally fine that night. Helena nudged closer and spoke into Yumi's ear:

"Now I'm not a member of the rug-munching squad, apart from maybe one or two wild nights where liquor was involved, but I just gots to say, as a totally he-toro sexual woman: I want milk from your boobies."

Red-faced Yumi put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Helena! Oh my!"

"Girlfriend you better check if yo' man ain't put a deposit in your belly! I've never seen boobs so full and ripe, and, oh," Helena poked the side of Yumi's breast, "So soft and squishy!"

Yumi put her hands over her breasts while hysterically laughing. "Helena, hahahaha, stop, please!"

Helena put her hands up, "I'm just sayin' it how I see it...Hey, Yumi, let's talk, like gals do, talk about sex, men, sex, men, sex, men, sex, men, shoes and sex. Keep your attention on me, talk to me, forget about everything else around you, let's just talk like sisters do!"

Yumi nodded. "Okay, that sound like fun."

*

Back outside, Akira approached the battlefield, Robert already waiting, looking mean and angry in his blood red shorts. Akira, shirtless and in his flame-print fighting pants, stared down Robert, both feeling the same aura of sexually-motivated aggression.

They walked to the middle and touched gloves.

"Good fight," said Robert.

"Hai," Akira nodded.

Mike led the two to opposite ends of the field, both walking exactly seven paces away. Mike could feel a hot, heavy air in the middle, it burning, burning hotter with each passing second

"Okay? Ready?" said Mike, the hot air going deep into his lungs. "Uhhh, fight!"

As soon as Mike uttered the "t" in fight, Robert dashed forward, rolled his hand into a fist, and smacked Akira in the face with a rock-hard punch. Akira fell on the floor, then got right back up, dazed, hurt, his cheek red and throbbing, his senses a mess - and then it came again. Wham, wham, wham! Left-right, left-right, left-right, six hard lighting-packed punches to the face, sparks flying out Robert's hands. Through this punishment, Akira somehow remained standing.

"What!?" Robert laid another barrage of fists on Akira's face, and yet he stayed on his feet - though not of his own accord. Akira wobbled left and right, everything spinning as he attempted to unscramble his brain. Even though lucid thought was far away from his mind, Akira knew the reason why Robert had the upper-hand: the motivating powers of his sex machine mother Helena: it was indeed a powerful force. After another brain-rattling smack to the face, Akira finally figured out that he had to counter, so he saw Robert's next uppercut, ducked, grabbed his opponent's legs and took him to the ground. Looking for a rest, Akira didn't hit his foe; he just tried to keep him at bay. This didn't last too long, as Robert kicked Akira back, got right to his feet, and went back to laying in hard shorts to his sex-rival's cranium.

"Akira! Akira!" shouted Mike. "Come on, fight, come on!"

Akira couldn't hear his step-brother, all he could hear and feel was the pain melting all over his cheeks, bones, and mouth. It was crushing, hard, and unavoidable pain. Akira attempted another counterattack, going for an uppercut, grazing Robert, but then he stumbled and Robert went back to his crisp boxing.

"Stay down!" shouted Robert as his arms got heavier, his fists like two lugging, crumbling rocks that were being hit against the boulder that was Akira's face.

Akira then managed to lift his arms up to guard the punches, which were getting slower and slower by the blow. In this position, Akira slowly felt his senses dulling, his hearing filtering out, his pain melting, everything around him going dark, everything becoming black, as black as the night sky...then, a big bright purple flash came before him, taking him away from the fight.

"Wh-what?" he said as he opened his bleary eyes.

Akira looked around his new surroundings, deeply confused. He was at the front of a car, at the wheel, a narrow dirt road in front of him.

"Am I?"

"No," a deep voice spoke from the backseat.

Akira was startled. For some reason he couldn't turn to look behind him, just able to peer at the rear-view mirror: Akira saw a dark-suited, hat-wearing man-like thing, no facial features, just cloaked in darkness.

"I think I should be leading this vehicle," it said with a sinister hiss.

Akira looked again at the mirror, this time catching a glimpse of his own bloodied, beaten face.

"You really don't have a choice," said the creature.

Akira nodded. "Yes, I know...please, don't hurt him."

"That," the unknown entity put its hat over its face, "I just can't promise."

With a flash, their places had been switched. The thing got behind the wheel, Akira in the backseat. This creature then hit the exhaust, and sped them back to the fight...

Robert laid a big fist to Akira's face, and then instinctively stepped back as a burst of purple malevolence shot into the sky.

"Urrrrr," growled the beast that had charge of Akira's body.

Mike's mouth dropped when he saw a huge purple beacon shoot up, way, way up into the sky.

"What...what the hell is that!?"

Meanwhile, in the living room, Helena was explaining the rules to her self-created game.

"Okay, if you nod, like I'm doing now, your first time was a single-digit figure, okay? If you keep nodding, like I am, it was a mid-single-digit figure. So, okay, I'll start: was it double-digits?"

"Okay," Yumi rubbed her hands and got ready to nod - but before she did, a huge shiver went through her spine, and spilt itself midway to spread over her whole body, and then, she felt a huge dark feast of energy coming from outside: Yumi dormant senses had been forcefully jolted back to life.

"Hey, you okay, honey?" asked Helena.

Yumi didn't respond, because within a second, she knew the most horrible, worst outcome had happened for her son. She knew because she only ever felt this type of energy once: when her ex-husband conceived their child. Yumi jumped off the couch, leapt for the patio door, grabbed the handle, and almost tore it off as she rushed outside.

"No, no, no!" she said to herself as she saw her worst fear confirmed: a live, vivid energy beam rushing into the sky, she able to see her son's growling, menacing face. Yumi knew that the body of her boy was there- but something much more sinister had taken over. Yumi also knew she had only one choice - and only chance to do it: knock the demon back with her fist.

"Robert, Mike!" she shouted, "Run, run back!"

The demonically possessed Akira turned his head, looked out to the distance, saw her running, then, in a flash, she was gone. Where'd she gone? She'd seemingly disappeared into the wind. How'd she do that? How did she do that? The solution was simple: Up.

"Huuu?" the demon felt it before he saw it: Yumi's holy fist smashing against his face. The demon went out with one blow, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Akira!" Yumi got on her knees to check on her beaten boy. She checked his vitals, his heart; he was stable, alive, but not awake, and that was due to the demon. Yumi had been taught what to do if her boy ever got caught up with the demon: she had to forcefully remove the malicious evil from her son's body, pushing out all the evil energy right from its natural centre by using a technique most commonly known as fellatio.

"Is, is he okay?" asked Mike.

Yumi grabbed her son and put him over her shoulder. She could feel his stiff hard-on: he desperately needed his release so all that pent-up menace floating around him would disperse. Morality had no time to cry: she had to suck her son's penis - now. Yumi turned and dashed towards the house.

"Hey, what's all this brouhaha!?" asked Helena.

At that moment, Yumi felt like giving Helena a front kick right to her well-worn jawline...but didn't, her son mattered more. Yumi ran like the wind, going for the stairs, seeing her son's room as the best place to complete this ritual.

"Hey!?" said David. "Did I just see a fireworks show or something?"

Yumi ignored her man, ran into her son's room, shut the door, locked it, and threw her boy on the bed

"Oh I'm so, so sorry," she felt so guilty for letting this happen, blaming herself for not paying enough attention, letting herself weaken. She had little time for pity though: her boy was in need.

"I'm sorry." Yumi approached her son's bedside, grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled them down.

Boing!

Yumi immediately felt the scorching heat emanate from her son's member, it a deep shade of red, veins strong and thick, his erection at a level that looked both painful...and impressive.

Yumi sighed as she got on her knees, her left hand on her son's chest, her right clasped around his boiling member.

"Hmmmm...okay!" making peace with her duty, she opened her mouth, lowered it down, and put her son's penis inside it. Within first contact of tongue with tip, she felt a huge amount of sexual fury bursting out from his iron rod. Yumi stayed strong, weathering the storm and going right into full-on blowjob mode.

Yumi started with a simple rotation, keeping it rolling in her mouth, keeping it gentle and smooth. Slowly, she felt her son's body lighten, the evil energy being lifted by her warm, wet mouth. Feeling good progress was being made. Yumi accelerated her rotation, going in deeper, harder.

"Haaa..." Akira's breath had returned. It was small, faint, but further joy for the guilty mother.

"Ohhh, Son?" Yumi put her son's penis all the way into her mouth, keeping the rotation going, clasping her right hand tightly around it, giving her son's penis both a tug and suck.

"Haaa...Haaa." Akira thought he'd died and gone to heaven: in that numb state, all he could feel was a calming warm light wash all over him. As his mother continued delivering her oral medicine, Akira felt like he'd for sure passed over to the other side: he felt only peace, calm, joy, and unfiltered endless bliss.

Yumi carried on diligently, surprised at the rock hard resistance her boy's piece was giving. Feeling her son's hardness needed a melting solution, Yumi got the piece out of her mouth, got her tongue on the tip and licked, licked the flapping foreskin with the tip of her tongue, giving her son a shot of high-grade pow-pow-pow-pow. This gentle motion got the young fighter twitching back to life.

"Hmmm!?" Akira felt his senses kicking back in, just starting to hear and see again.

"Akira!" Yumi was pleased beyond words to see her boy coming back to life, so much so that she improved her oral delights, keeping a firm grip on her son's instrument as she bobbed her head in and out of her son's throbbing beast, really working the suction.

"Haaaaa!" Now awake, he looked at the pitch-black ceiling, and heard an odd suckling sound. The last he remembered he was on the losing-end of a beat down, now he was experiencing this amazing pleasure. Wondering what had happened, he pointed his eyes downward, and got a very, very welcome surprise.

"Ma-M-Mom?" he said in his shrill voice.

With her mouth still full, she placed her left index finger on her son's mouth, signalling for him to stay silent. He met with her request.

"Hmmm!" Yumi gave her son's member a big inhale of breath..."Ah!" and then released it. Yumi held on to his instrument with a tight grip, giving it a wet, hard, slippery tug. As she did, she looked at her son and spoke softly:

"Are you okay? Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry Son."

He nodded. "I'm okay..."

"This," she said referring to her hand and his wet soapy penis, "This is what I had to do to bring you back, but please, let me finish this, let me remove all of the badness."

He wasn't going to disagree. "Yes," he said as his mother's delicate fingers glided over his cock.

"Thank you, I promise this will never, ever, happen again." she leaned her face down, puckered up, and kissed her teen boy's winkie. "Promise.

"Ohhhhh yes. Oh, umm, yes, thank you." The tremendous beating seemed worth it now: this pleasure he was feeling far surpassed the pain.

The squishing and sucking continued in the steaming hot room, Yumi now simply amazed at the staying power of her son's fully charged erect penis: With her talents and blessed power, the most any man could take when her mouth came into play was a minute or two, but, with her son, she'd been sucking for five full minutes and only now felt signs of completion. Aiming to make her boy cum, Yumi gripped her son's cock with a tight grip and gave it a nice, hard deep-tissue massage.

"Ohhh!" his bones shivered as the super-combo of his mom's mouth and hand worked over his member. Akira's pain became immaterial, any dark remnants silenced as he took in the joys of this taboo sex act.

Yumi kept the pressure coming, feeling her boy was at least owed this treat. Even though all the badness was gone and all he needed was a good rest, Yumi still was aiming to finish him off - and not with a whimper, but an exhilarating hellfire blast.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Yumi muttered softly as she maintained her lightning-quick pace, shaking the bed with her high-tempo technique, pushing herself forward while performing this sacred ritual. As she kept going, Yumi's sweaty, ripe breasts came into play, her protruding nipples grazing past her boy's pecker.

"Hmmmm!" this got his heartbeat back to where it needed to be, pumping red-hot blood into his veins.

"Akira," Yumi leaned over, towards her son's face, her breasts sliding past his chest, her warm sweat sprinkling down to his member.

"Ma, Ma," he said with his whimpering voice.

"Yes? Yes?" she said with her face next to his, lowering down to listen to his next instruction:

"Mom...please...boobs....my penis."

Any other day, Yumi would've kicked her son off a cliff for just having the gall to ask for some paizuri...but, on this day, he earned it.

"Yes, okay, okay Son!" Yumi got into position, pulled herself closer to the bed, lowered her chest, and put her son's penis between her heaving breasts.

"M-M-MOM!" he roared so loud that the house's very foundations were left shaking, indeed it was a titanic surge of energy: the power of his mother's boobs against Little Aki tore out, beat down and kicked out the sleeping demon, the purple haze fading away, absorbed by the holy goodness that was pouring out of Yumi. And, before she gets condemned for being a bad mother, it should be noted that she kept her shirt on during the tit-fucking: she knew enough to not give him everything...just yet. After a few tugs inside her money-makers, she lowered down her mouth and alternated between tugging and sucking, tugging and sucking.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he said happily, smiling, feeling the finish, feeling it coming hard, fast, screeching out of him at a rumbling pace.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh, ohhh, Mom!" Akira felt it, felt it all get ready, cocked, aimed, ready to fire at a speed and power he'd never felt before in his entire life. This wasn't Akira the demon child, nor Akira the motivated fighter, this was just a boy, a boy that was lying on his back as his mother gave him a hard, deep, body-rattling experience that he was never going to forget.

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My favorite color is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eyes are blue. Girls I've been attracted to have blue eyes. My car is blue. I wear blue jeans a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.

I was a teenager before I had an eye test and learned that I was the proud owner of a severe case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sense. Blue always stood out to me because it's one of the only colors I can really see.

When you have a color deficiency like mine, most colors blend and look kind of the same. I can't see shades or appreciate color like most people. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic light, the red and yellow look the same and the green is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red stop sign in front of a green tree, forget about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would play baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained ball got fouled off into the weeds or the woods and I went to look for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never find it...it blended right in with the foliage...while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in front of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the other kids would see and step around.

Most of my clothes were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any other colors. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friends with my creative clothing combinations. When my sister or parents gave me clothes as a gift, it was usually in matched sets.

----

My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in grade school I remember a steady stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our house hoping to get a glimpse of her. She was four years older-quite a gap when you're a kid-but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole package. Slim, medium height, ample bosom, nice butt, long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her body would turn heads and she knew how to dress. She had a pair of tight blue denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a tube top it was hard to look away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was nineteen years old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always cool with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the get-go. He was uncouth and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had poor manners and could be rather flip and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's guess; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd zoom up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the same night and other times she'd be gone for days. Our parents were not secretive about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would find a decent man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those days, in our family, there was only one choice: They were going to get married. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't ready and he was too young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn quick. Jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were husband and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a shabby row house in the city. I was only over there a couple times after that; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the style of furniture and décor was what I would describe as 'Early Poverty'.

----

I was a senior in high school when their baby was born, a beautiful little girl they named Rachel. Those next few years I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was home for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the start. They would fuss and fight and money was tight. They'd have a blowout and Jimmy would ride off on his bike and disappear for days at a time. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday morning singing in the church choir so she got the scoop every week. Cindy was trying to keep the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did care for one another but that Jimmy was just too immature to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.

I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore year from engineering to computer science and needed some summer classes and two extra semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. I would be starting a new job in three weeks.

It was during dinner when my mother broke the news to me that Cindy and Jimmy had separated. She had taken Rachel and left him, and they were currently staying with my parents until she could move into her new place.

"She's rented a small house," my mother told me. "It's a three bedroom, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully tight for her financially. She will need to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support!" my father chipped in.

----

When I got to my parent's house the next day I saw Cindy for the first time in almost six months. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt and she looked great. The last few times I'd seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long time. Rachel was a pretty little angel. Blond and blue like her mommy, with a big smile.

At dinner the night before with my parents the suggestion had come up that perhaps I could rent a room from Cindy in her new house for a while to help her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would have to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to live at home. And it would give me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to know my niece a little better. So the plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject at that time.

"Who wants pizza?" I said to Rachel after Cindy and I had chatted for a while.

Rachel was ecstatically in favor of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a little early for dinner but what the hell?

"Really, Hugh?" she said to me. "You want to go out for pizza?"

"Sure, why not! My treat. This big first-grader looks hungry and I could eat a small horse!" I said, patting Rachel's head. "And you're looking kind of thin, Cindy," I added, pinching her slim waist. "Might need to fatten you up a little. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do!"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza parlor about a mile from the house. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza, a pitcher of beer for us and a big Coke for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her life. She was careful not to mention Jimmy or the separation; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home they would soon be moving to, and described it room by room.

"You know Cindy, I start a new job in three weeks and I will need to find a place. I can't live with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you consider renting a room to me?"

"To you? Really?"

"Sure, why not? Mom said you might be looking for a roommate and I need to find a place anyway. I'll be working soon, and we'd be helping each other out. And if it doesn't work, I'll leave."

"Why wouldn't it work?"

"No reason it shouldn't. We lived together growing up so we should be able to do it again, don't you think?"

"Did Mom put you up to this? I don't want you to do it because she asked you to."

"No, she just happened to mention that you might be looking to rent out the extra room, that's all," I said. "And I need to find a place anyway."

Cindy turned to Rachel and said, "Would you like have Uncle Hugh live in our house, honey?"

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full of pepperoni.

"Well, it works for me if it works for you," she said. "Thank you. First of the month can't come soon enough."

"Okay, good, that's a load off my mind."

"Mine too, plus now I have some free labor to help me move. But right now I need to go to the Little Girl's Room."

Cindy rose from her chair, turned, and I watched her walk to the restroom. Her ass looked fine inside her tight jeans and her thin t-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roommate may have been my sister, but I had to admit she looked pretty damn hot.

----

A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six foot six, very physical black dude and we had both played on our high school basketball team together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to pick up her stuff at his row house. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must have been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the truck and drove off. We had to make a couple runs from our parents' house too, moving clothing, furniture, beds and cartons full of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the time we were all moved in and everything was in its place. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have plans for the evening so we invited him to stay for dinner and hang out for a while. Rachel was spending the weekend with her grandparents while we settled in and set up house.

I went out and picked up some take-out food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxes of kitchen items and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next couple of hours we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and drank some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.

We were all pretty tired from the active day and the drinks, so we started fading pretty soon after that. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blankets so he could crash on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the floor. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, fitful sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked in the living room and the sofa was empty. I stood outside the closed bedroom door and heard a low chorus of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little while and there was no mistaking Leon's guttural grunts and Cindy's murmuring responses to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my bedroom and closed the door. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to help us move, but where does he get off thinking he could fuck my sister as a bonus? I was seething-I don't know why I was so mad, but I was-and I didn't like the visual of Leon stabbing his licorice stick in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little girl, and Leon takes advantage like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.

----

I woke up early with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a confrontation with him. I took a shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience store and bought two large coffees and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her hair was wet from the shower.

"I got us some coffee and biscuits," I said, as I put them on the table.

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a pretty wild night. I'm not used to drinking a whole bottle of wine!"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a wild night in more ways than one."

"Huh?" Cindy said.

"For you and Leon," I said.

"Oh," she said, laughing. "Yes, that was unexpected."

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know. Why did you have to fuck him?"

"Well, that's getting a little personal isn't it?"

"Cindy, I asked him to help us move, not to come put the moves on my sister."

Cindy crossed her arms and glared at me. "Oh, come on, I can't believe you. What nerve you have. And for your information, I seduced him!"

"You did? Why?"

"Why? Because I felt like it, that's why, not that it's any of your business. And because I had a little too much to drink. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it," I said, and left the house. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn't put a finger on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activities until I felt it was safe to go back to the house with my tail between my legs.

----

I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with staples and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a heel because she'd worked hard all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's bedroom door was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, white silky robe and was reclined on her bed with her back against a pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

"Can we talk for a minute?" I asked.

"Sure," she said and closed the book.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"The house looks great," I said. "You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of work today."

"Not too bad," she said with a shrug.

"Look Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I was so wrong, completely out of line. I behaved like an ass. I don't know why I reacted that way. I'm just over-protective of my big sister, I guess."

"It's okay, Hugh. It was wrong, I shouldn't have done it. But I was drunk and horny. It had been a while."

"Well, I hope it was worth it," I said.

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight.

"Sometimes I get lonely," she said softly as we hugged.

When we broke from the hug she looked in my eyes and asked, "Will you stay and hold me for a little while?"

"Of course," I whispered, and moved in beside her on the bed. As I put my arm around her she scooted down and our heads rested on the pillows. She snuggled closer and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my hand was just below her arm pit. Her head was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a while in silence, our bodies touching from top to bottom. My cheek was flush with the top of her head. I could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo in her hair and could feel the gentle swaying of her upper body as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her position ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these subtle movements her left breast was resting in the palm of my left hand, and her fingers were splayed on my stomach and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my hand, but it took all of my will power to restrain it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thin fabric but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to screw things up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive minutes, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious breast. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hand. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to wander over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my other hand. We went on like this for many minutes: My hand kneading her yearning breast, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just inches from what I imagined was one sweet pussy.

Then, unexpectedly Cindy let out a loud, breathy sigh, lifted and turned her head and placed her lips to mine and we kissed. And we kissed and kissed and kissed.

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her tongue was delving into the reaches of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the longest sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a lead pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the bottom of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our tongues never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, sexy body naked underneath. My thumb and forefinger tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my hand down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her hand found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of strokes through the fabric of my shorts, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zipper. She opened my pants and took my hot, swollen rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing touches on our lip-lock.

When our lips finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, dainty kiss on the tip of my nose, like a cherry on top of a delicious dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my shorts to my knees, and wrapped her lips around my anxious cock. I moaned with pleasure and raised my groin to her face. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripened walnuts as she sucked me, taking more and more cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her hair and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled shaft slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was good at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my dick from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my full length reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow her down. She rotated my balls in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my tough meat into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to shoot my thick liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her head in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained plastered around my cock and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her head rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her back and sucked her mouth and we launched into another extended muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and shoulders, licking her cleavage and armpits and sucking on her tits. Her nipples looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry mouth right quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and nibbled and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and upper back.

There was no longer a thought in my mind that this was my sister. I'd just had the most intense blowjob no matter who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an extended period of sucking on her turgid titties, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her stomach, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel clean. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her open cunt. I lowered my face to her crotch and she barked like a seal when my tongue split her slit and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her mound into my face. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy tight. I surrounded her clit with my lips and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy mass. She'd been a gymnast in high school and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her pussy like it was the last one on Earth.

I was down there for a while. Eating her. It went on and on, it was so good I was getting a cramp in my tongue. Then she came. Jesus did she come.

She screamed like a peeved puma and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hands stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her cunt into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmic grunts told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded face even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my cock had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my blood boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throes slowed. I detached my mouth from her clit and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and thighs. I rose to my knees and she saw my engorged, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eyes for a moment. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The head of my cock touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized flash her tongue sprung into my mouth and her hands grabbed my cock and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my buttocks like a vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the swing and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a strong, steady throb going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the crack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me fuck her harder, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her bottom out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her nice and easy for a while, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my release. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moans and groans, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to come I thrusted into her as hard as I could and I cracked my head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose; I could feel the intense surge in my penis as my cum rose up through my shaft, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high-pitched howl and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering orgasm and her cum mixed with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surround my cock and seep out of her onto my shrunken nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a long time.

----

We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our love light and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a word had been spoken between us since Cindy had first asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most natural thing in the world.

"Cindy, I don't know how that happened," I said. "But it was beautiful."

"I know. I can't believe it," she said.

"I never would have imagined that the best fuck I ever had in my life would be my sister."

"Did we do something terrible?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"No, we did something wonderful," I replied.

Cindy looked up at me with glazed eyes and said, "Well, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, little brother."

She kissed me and our tongues did a brief swirly mosh in our mouths.

"I hope Leon doesn't find out and get jealous and try to beat me up!" I said with a grin.

Cindy smacked me on the rump. "No more about that! That's unfortunate ancient history. But this made up for it," she said, squeezing my dick.

I caressed her waist and said, "I like being your roommate already."

"Yeah, me too; Siblings with benefits."

----

Cindy wrapped her robe around her and I slipped on my shorts. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedroom, got naked and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my cock, and I aided her lift with my hands. She came first this time; she moaned and her body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my prickly pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty seconds and scored it a perfect ten.

We slept nude with our bodies blended, getting used to each other. In the early morning I woke and heard her fumbling around in a dresser drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky light I saw her hand come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

"Good morning," I said, as she crawled in beside me.

"Oh, good morning, I didn't know if you were awake," she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-staff member and added, "Is this big guy awake yet? Let me say 'good morning' to him."

She went down and sucked me for a minute or two until my cock had risen to its utmost morning glory. She rubbed my cock up and down several times with oily hands, then used it as a handle to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her torso and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt incredible, but different, tighter, my cock clamped with a firm cushioned friction surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to realize that Cindy had put my dick into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My cock slid in and out and I could feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the thin skin of my cock. I held her shoulders in my hands and pumped faster, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a glove one size too small. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my meat. Cindy put her hand between her legs and worked her inflated clit.

"You like this?" she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure," I said.

"Come in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her eyes never left mine as I reamed her; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her enlarged sweet spot. My mind possessed only one dogmatic thought: fuck that ass. The head of my cock had tunnel vision as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery hole.

"I'm gonna come big," she finally said. I gripped her tits like I was holding on for dear life and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated outflow ooze onto my cock and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her spasms diminished, Cindy gripped my thighs with her slimy hands. She wanted to ram a finger up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her long sexy finger jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my turn to groan.

"Here I come..." I croaked.

"Yes!" Cindy said, smiling and nodding her head enthusiastically.

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the walls of her inner ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, pinch after pinch, as I discharged my cum into her.

When I pulled back out, her rim was widened and winked at me as it slowly returned to its more natural size and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.

----

"I have to get ready to go to church," Cindy said.

We'd been lying in bed recovering for twenty minutes or so.

"Tell Mom I said Hi," I said, and we laughed.

"Yeah, right," Cindy said. "When I sit down next to her in the choir loft I'll say, Good Morning Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this morning!"

We laughed again. Then I said, "Cindy, that was truly amazing. You were truly amazing."

"Yes, it was. And it will give me something to think about during the sermon."

While Cindy showered, I stayed in bed and thought about what had happened, and relived it. When she came out of the bathroom I watched her get dressed.

"Hugh, I'll be bringing Rachel home after church. We can't have any shows of affection when she's around, okay?"

"Of course, I understand," I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are available next Saturday night, we could make a date."

"Really? What would you like to do?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me. "Oh, just more of the same is fine with me," she said, grinning. She kissed me and our tongues wrestled for a minute.

"Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends," she said. "He will be alternating between picking her up her Saturday afternoons and dropping her off at church on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her back Saturday. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday night free each weekend; next week it's Saturday."

"Sounds like we just made a date," I said.

"Good," she said. "I may have to get an ass plug though. You know, to keep it ready for you. Bye."

She kissed my lips and was off.

----

The following week we were like two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked days and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce most of the time. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

On Wednesday I bought her a butt plug, wrapped it and left it on top of her dresser. The next morning before she left for work she stuck her head into my bedroom and thanked me for the gift. She said she had it in and it felt pretty good and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk chair all day.

On Saturday afternoon I was out when Jimmy picked up Rachel. When I got home around five o'clock Cindy was standing at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. She turned to face me and came into my arms and we kissed like it had been six months instead of six days.

"I'm making us a big salad," she said. "For energy!"

She was barefoot and was wearing a denim dress with a long zipper in the front from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her knees. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the dress wide. I put my arms around her naked skin and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful body and grinned. All she wore under that dress were two pasties on her nipples and the scantiest G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her split lips and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three pieces were gleaming, neon blue.

"Wow!" I said.

"I remembered!" she giggled. "I didn't want you to miss anything."

"Fat chance of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her bright blue postage stamp aside and dove right in. I ate that luscious pussy right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one foot on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me total access, and guided my head with her hands. My lips and tongue worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the butt plug, snugly in place, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress open wide and my head in her crotch. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my face and into my mouth and onto the floor. We didn't even wipe it up-we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Sunday morning she again had to wash my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six months or so-twenty-seven consecutive weekends to be exact-we were lovers. We were ravenous. We were animals. We were cum machines. But then it had to end.

Over the previous couple of months Jimmy had been contacting Cindy more and coming on pretty strong, urging her to get back together with him. He loved her, he said. He loved Rachel, it would be best for her to have a Dad around. He had changed and would make things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip Jimmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last night together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even more intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon Jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.

----

I moved cross country for my job. I had gone to a convention in California and met a girl named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touch and it seemed like a relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good idea; it was a better job, better pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would have certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was better than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it work for a while but it eventually turned to shit. Josie was a good person but we were a mismatch; wrong person, right time, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten years, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no children so we only had to divide our assets and move on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with promotions and steady salary increases I stayed put another four and a half years. My life during those years essentially consisted of two things: working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in touch with my family of course; my mother kept me in the loop. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three different times before splitting up one last time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild child, into drugs, rebellious and uncontrollable and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school and the family only saw her around the holidays.

I learned that my old friend Mel would be getting married in a few months. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The time was right. So, I applied for some jobs, went on some interviews, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three weeks before the wedding.

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The bachelor party was a week before the wedding. Mel's best man was a guy we'd gone to school with. His nickname was Rocket, so that might tell you something about him. Rocket was the kind of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of nothing, spared no expense and never let a dollar bill burn a hole in his pocket. We all knew that if Rocket was in charge of the bachelor party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. Rocket was divorced but he'd managed to keep the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a large great room on the ground floor. There was music playing, subdued lighting, comfortable furniture and a loaded bar. There were a dozen guys altogether and all showed up within a few minutes of the specified time. Drinks started flowing and Rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"Okay, guys," he said, "Listen up, this is very important. I got a couple girls coming over in about an hour. They're gonna give us all a little show and then they're gonna give Mel a little show of his own, and then maybe even the rest of us if we're lucky. BUT: You can't touch 'em. They can touch us but we can't touch them. So you all gotta promise to behave yourselves, all right? And being drunk is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy witnesses. Everybody got it?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume various alcoholic beverages. The doorbell rang at the prescribed time and Rocket ushered in two fine-looking young women. They both wore white lab coats and four-inch heels. One was black, kind of tall with a thin face, long black wavy hair, and she carried a black leather doctor's bag. The other chick was white, a couple inches shorter with a cute face, gold earrings and shoulder-length blue hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned love seat had been moved to the center of the room. This would be their 'stage'. The other furniture was arranged in a circle around it, giving all a good view. Except one chair was front and center: That's where Mel sat.

The black girl handed a CD to Rocket and he put it in the player and turned to us.

"You ready, Mel?" Rocket yelled. Mel held up his beer and shrugged.

"We ready, fellas?" We all roared.

"Ready girls?" he asked. They nodded and got into position, and put the doctor's bag off to the side.

The music was a pulsating funk with an earthy feel, a swampy laid-back groove that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had good moves. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their hands over their bodies through the white fabric of their coats. The guys whooped when they embraced and had a long, extended kiss, and they clutched each other's asses under the back of their coats. As they kissed and shook their butts to the beat, Blue Hair started unbuttoning Ebony's smock. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, long and lean with smooth, dark chocolate skin and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy black bikini top and a skimpier black thong that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so close I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unbuttoned Blue. When her coat came off there was a soft gasp of surprise. She had a killer body too, and a blue bra and panties to match her hair. But what caused the surprise was on her body itself: She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a human inkpad; It was hard to spot a square inch of naked flesh. There were all kinds of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her arms, her back, her stomach, her ass, legs, ankles, feet. Flora, fauna, snakes and spiders and lizards and cactus and words and arrows and mountains and birds and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her body was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her navel was the center of some flower and from her belly button dangled a gold chain. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at least to my eyes. They started going at it.

Ebony was suddenly behind Blue, kissing her neck, and peeled off the blue bra. And damn if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierced nipples displayed shiny gold hoops. After they faced each other again and kissed, Ebony started sucking Blue's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love seat. Ebony then slipped her long black fingers inside the back of the blue panties and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those puny panties all the way down to the floor and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating white pussy.

Then they did a little switcheroo and Blue started doing Ebony, and for the next few minutes went to town on some black pussy and tits. The boys were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and obscene suggestions for their act.

The girls paused while Blue picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. First she took out a large glass tip jar and placed it on a table. Then she took out a flexible double dildo, perhaps nine or ten inches long, and they played around with that for a while.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would have certainly done the trick. As their coordinated bodies bent to the beat, those girls ran that dildo between their legs, into their pussies and in and out of their mouths. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one head of that elastic cock and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and neck muscles working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The boys went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other dickhead was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that exposed head so she was kissing Ebony's lips. Then we watched as their lips and mouths and throats worked in unison and their four hands groped their flesh. Their heads and bodies writhed together for another couple minutes and when their lips at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in Blue's mouth and throat with only the other dickhead sticking out of her mouth. The whole crew erupted in applause and screams of delight when Blue pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, inch by inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine hand. The girls took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The party was in full, erotic swing. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then Ebony and Blue took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and Blue was doing the hand jive with his pecker when his cum flew out into the air, rope after rope.

The girls then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon more and more dicks were coming out, and soon the girls were on their knees sucking them. I was hoping to give Ebony a taste of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the more I looked at Blue, the more I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to look at but it was hard to take my eyes off of her. She had a great body but it was difficult to appreciate it...I couldn't understand why she would want to cover it with all those tattoos. I was sure she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her ears, nose, nipples, navel and cunt.

Ebony finally got to me and started rubbing my cock, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her experienced mouth around my soon-to-be-emptied custard launcher, I was still watching Blue. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, primitive like some animal or native in the jungle, almost repulsive. But I couldn't look away; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hour and they had satisfied everyone, Blue and Ebony put on their lab coats, and stuffed their clothes, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the doctor's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls' eyes were heavily made-up with big fake lashes and eye shadow so I couldn't read anything into it from across the room.

After they left the party went strong for another hour or so, then quickly petered out. I drove home to my new townhouse, took some aspirin and went to bed. But I couldn't get the image of Blue out of my head.

When I had briefly caught Blue's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the beginnings of a smile for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an atom of recognition in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for days and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your tongue. Then one night I was lying in bed reliving it for the umpteenth time, and it hit me. Blue was my niece.

----

I hadn't seen Rachel for years. From what I'd been told, several years back she'd left home right out of high school, did her own thing, and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

I got Rocket's phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girls from the bachelor party.

"They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie Club," he said. "The black chick goes by Crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the blue hair is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no idea what their real names are."

"You said they used to be?" I asked.

"Yeah, but they quit. Now they're massage therapists and they do their little act on the side. Pretty good act, huh?"

"Yep, sure was."

"What's up, you gonna hire them?"

"No, but I know someone who might."

"Well, they both work at that salon in that strip center on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb, as if someone had referred me but I'd forgotten the girl's name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the name Rachel I said, 'That's it'. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour session for Friday afternoon.

----

I walked into the salon Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a relaxing way to end the work week, if nothing else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some forms and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my shorts and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't blue, it was her natural blond, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue eyes sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her clothes and imagine her inked skin and pierced nipples and cunt lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at first. She washed and dried her hands at the sink and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the table and poured the warm liquid onto my back.

"So, how have you been, Uncle Hugh?" she said. So much for the element of surprise.

"Oh, I'm okay. Nice to be home again. How about you?" I replied.

"I'm fine. Long time no see, huh? At least until that bachelor party, right?" I agreed with her.

She smeared the oil evenly over my neck and back and then dug her fingers into the base of my scalp.

"I am going to start with your head and work my way all the way down to your feet, okay? Then we'll flip you over and work our way back up. Let me know if there are any areas you don't want me to massage."

"Okay," I said. I started to relax as her skilled fingers kneaded my head and neck. "How did you come to be a massage therapist?"

"Community College," she said. Then after a moment added, "So, when did you figure out it was me?"

"A couple days later," I said. "You looked familiar but with the blue hair and the eye makeup and the poor lighting, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive young woman." Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with extra oomph when I said that.

"I hope you weren't disappointed," she said.

"Not at all," I said quickly. "Although it was a surprise."

"A pleasant surprise, I hope; and not too much of a shock."

"It was a hell of a show you two girls put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh, everybody loved it, that's for sure," I said. "That dildo thing you all did was amazing."

She was moving from my lower back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my skin and I felt a shiver when her fingernail flicked the crack of my ass.

"How did you get into doing it?" I asked. "How often do you do a show?"

"It depends," she said. "Most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie Club books us. We used to work there as dancers but we got sick of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of drunks afterwards. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work a couple hours and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure of her strong fingers rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Then she poured more oil on my calves and ankles and feet.

"You can skip the feet," I said. "Ticklish."

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, flip over," Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her thumbs along my oily shins.

"So, Uncle Hugh," she said after a moment, "Why are you here?"

"What?" I said. "For a massage."

"For a massage, right, I know that. But you're not here for anything else? Like to talk some sense into me? Or to tell me how to live my life?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you're all grown up; your life is your own. At first I was attracted to the black girl, but then I found I couldn't take my eyes off of you. That was long before I knew who you were."

"I was watching you too," she said. "I recognized you. When we started mingling I really wanted to go over to where you were but I was afraid. At first I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to embarrass you, or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous."

This surprised me. "You were?" I said, as she worked my thigh.

"Yeah," she said. "Sounds pretty sick, doesn't it? I guess when I'm sucking a bunch of strange cocks there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous words. My cock did too. It had grown in my shorts and was stiff as a two-by-four. She noticed and put her hand on it and stroked it gently.

"Maybe we should take this out," Rachel whispered. "Is that okay with you?"

"I didn't know this was that kind of establishment," I said softly.

"It's not. But my uncle wouldn't squeal on me would he?"

It was a rhetorical question. I lifted my butt and she grabbed the elastic waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my erect tool over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

"You have a nice cock," she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single stroke of her bobbing head felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment: her tongue. She had some kind of magical stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single time it dragged along the length of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the crater on the head of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my stomach and chest and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her slick tongue into my mouth and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

"Damn, Rachel, that was beautiful," I said. "Thank you. That was the best I've ever had!"

"You're welcome," she said. "Bye."

'How often can I come here without raising suspicions?' I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.

----

Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ's sake, but since I used to fuck my sister all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the stud in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the skin of my cock.

----

I had a dream about Rachel. I don't remember my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white movie. But my dream about Rachel was full of color; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue, her eyes were blue, her body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored flesh, and my dick was long and hard. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to enter her my cock turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blue lagoon, it evaded me, and I would miss her open gash by an inch or two. She let go of her pussy lips and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snake head kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressure and help me get back to sleep.

----

I showed up to the salon the next Friday more relaxed than the week before, but still a little anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a great massage of course, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue hair and she said it was to help keep her two lives separate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings: once she got started it was difficult to stop. 'Do you like them?' she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it hard to look away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any time. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her tongue stud up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel her hot twat, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or ruin anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the week before.

As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I'd be coming in the next Friday. I told her I would like to.

"Why don't you come at five?" she said. "That's my last appointment of the day. Maybe we could go out for a drink, or something, afterwards."

"Sounds like a great idea," I said. I didn't know what she meant by 'or something', but I liked the sound of it.

----

Rachel was in the lobby when I arrived the next Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a kiss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the partition and disrobed.

"May as well leave your boxers back there too," Rachel said.

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few feet to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the stress of the work week fading away, and anticipating what was to come. But she still had a surprise for me.

She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the warm fluid ooze into the crack of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscles for a minute. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.

"I want to massage all of you," she whispered in my ear.

Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a number of times and my prick was hard against the thin matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full mast.

Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her fingers came within a centimeter of my cock and balls, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my upper body.

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal treatment this time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my engorged balls. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her eyes were blue fire.

"Now I'm going to deep-throat this bad boy," she rasped.

She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distended dick. It quickly disappeared into her and then her lips were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one hand on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a couple times but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and balls. When she did come up she sucked on my balls and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, taut skin, and then sucked the head of my dick like a syphon. Then with what seemed like no effort she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my cock was in the back of her throat.

I put my hand on her ass as she sucked me, and then I snuck it between her legs.

Within Rachel's energetic fingers my sack was about to explode and send its payload skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my cock in her hand and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my cock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's hand, and her face, and my body.

Rachel licked some of my cum off her fingers and wiped her face with a towel. "Well, now that there is one happy camper," she said.

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spot where my dick had been. It was a long kiss and she used my cock as a handle.

"Where do you want to go for a drink?" she asked.

"I don't care," I said, "How about Harold's? It's right down the street."

"Uh, how about Bella's, on 12th? In about an hour? I used to date one of the bartenders at Harold's; it didn't end too well."

"Really? What was his name?"

"Sheila," she said.

"Oh," I said. "Uh, okay, no problem, Bella's it is, see you in an hour."

----

I got to Bella's before Rachel did. I took a stool at the far corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her make her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight black jeans, black pumps and a soft cream sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a little tingle in my loins as I watched her walk over. She kissed my lips and took the stool to my left.

"Sorry I'm a little late," she said, and ordered a glass of merlot.

"No problem, I saved your seat," I said.

She looked and smelled fresh from a shower, emitting a lemony scent. She was braless: I could see the impression of her nipples and gold rings through the thin fabric of the sweater.

"Well, I hope you didn't have to fight off too many people to save my seat," she said. "Because after the massage you had, you must be much too relaxed to put up much of a fight." She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

"You got that right," I said. She winked at me and took a sip of her drink.

She seemed a little high. Her pupils were dilated and the baby blue of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a little while and ordered another round. We talked about our jobs and I was careful not to ask too many questions about her double life even though I was curious as hell.

"Have you talked to my mom?" Rachel asked.

"No, not for quite a while," I said.

"Me neither," she said. "You know, when you came in for your first massage I wondered if she'd put you up to it."

"Really, why?"

"I don't know. It seemed like something she might do. We haven't been close for a while. Although she did call me on my twenty-first birthday." She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

"Are you okay?" I asked, after a brief pause.

"What do you mean?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

"Oh, do I? I guess it's kicking in a little. So, tell me about your new townhouse."

"Not much to tell," I said. "Typical generic townhouse: Two bed, two-and-a-half bath, kitchen, washer, dryer, one-car garage."

"When do I get to see it?" she said, turning more toward me.

"Anytime...there's not much to see, though."

"There's no time like the present."

"Now?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?"

I paid our tab and we got up to leave. I felt eyes upon us as we strode to the door; they were all probably wondering what the hell this dude in his late thirties is doing with the hottie in her early twenties.

"I'll ride with you," Rachel said once we were outside.

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my door was shut she was on me. Her right hand molded around my cock and her tongue jabbed into my mouth. I could taste red wine and felt the stud scrape my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the long edge of it.

"Take me home," she said. "Show me your bedroom."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm sure," she said, sounding surprised. "I've blown you three times already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the first time I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

"Okay," I said, "Just making sure and please drop the 'Uncle'. I just wouldn't want to take advantage."

"I want to take advantage of this!" she said, squeezing my dick again.

It was only a ten minute drive to my house. We didn't talk for a couple minutes and then Rachel broke the silence.

"Did you ever fuck on acid?" she asked.

"What?" I said, not believing what I'd heard.

"I said, did you ever fuck on acid? It's wild."

"Is that what you're on tonight, LSD?" I asked incredulously.

"Yep. It's cool, too." she said, touching my cheek. "I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your body and give you mine. I have a hit for you too."

"Oh, I don't know about that," I said. "I haven't done that shit since college."

"Aw, come on, it's cool. Let's have some fun. All in the safety of your new house."

I pulled into my garage a couple minutes later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a long pull on the beer and wondered what the fuck I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

"Now give me a tour of your bedroom," she said.

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her purse and put a couple small tubes on the end table. Then she came over to me.

"Stick out your tongue," she said.

"Rachel, I don't know..."

"Oh, don't be an old fart. Stick out your tongue. I want to go on a trip and I'm taking you with me. Believe me, you won't regret it."

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a small piece of blotter paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her head as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her tarnished flesh drew my eyes like flies. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipples as she pulled off my shoes and socks and pants. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her snug, black jeans. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper click by click. She hooked her thumbs into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy black thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young pussy, weighted by gold, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her pussy hardware press against my sensitive cock.

"I wanna sit on your face!" she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my face and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could smell and taste the strong, fresh funk of her young snatch along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

"Chew me," Rachel said. "Chew on my rings. That's it."

I squeezed her ass as hard as I could as I alternated between pounding my tongue into her and yanking on the hardware with my teeth.

"Yes, that's it, that's good," she said. "Get that cunt nice and hot and wet and ready for your cock!"

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the acid starting to take hold and it would pass. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, fuck!" she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my face, her cunt rings pinching my lips. "Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt large in my mouth. Rachel squealed every time I softly bit into it and I could feel the swollen pressure of it pushing back against my surrounding lips. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tension of teeth and twat, and her pussy slobbered into my mouth. 'Ugh, Ugh', she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six feet to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock-it felt fat and hard and heavy like a piece of waterlogged lumber.

After what seemed like an hour of energetic pussy-eating-although it was probably only a few minutes-with Rachel raving and my jaws pleasantly aching, she suddenly removed her crotch from my face.

"Fuck me!" she blurted, and rolled onto her back. She pulled my hand so I was atop her. "Put that cock inside me."

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed bewilderment, a garish smorgasbord of shapes and words and landscapes and animal and plant life. My hallucinations were now coming in mercurial waves of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"Fuck me. And talk dirty to me," she said.

"Talk dirty? Why?" I asked.

"So I can come," she said, grabbing my cock.

My dick looked to me like it was two feet long and six inches wide. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad twat, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha...the mouth was blue inside, too...and the piranha swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin, young girl could take in a two foot cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do better than that," Rachel said, and she started humping me hard and fast. "Fuck me!"

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her luscious, feathery vagina and every squeeze of her cunt around it and every thrust it made into her seemed to last ten seconds, although at our feverish pace in couldn't have been more than one.

"Talk dirty to me. Call me a cunt," she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

"Because I'm an uncle-fucking slut, that's why. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"That I'm an uncle-fucking slut, you niece-fucker!"

"Okay, you're a slut. You're a cunt."

"Yeah, that's it. More!" She bit my neck.

"You're a cock-sucking whore, that's why I have to fuck you," I barked.

"You like the way I suck your cock, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm paying you back by fucking your piranha cunt. And I'm going to keep fucking it until you come all over."

"Yes! I want to come on you."

"Well, hurry up you little whore."

The words felt weird coming out of my mouth but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her cunt into me harder and pinched my cock with her inner walls.

The coral snake on her right tit coiled as if it were going to strike and then started slithering across her chest.

"Oh, shit," I said. "There's a coral snake on your tits."

"I know that."

"But it's moving!" I said, my voice cracking.

"Harder!" Rachel said.

Then the scorpion on her left bicep started crawling down her arm with its tail raised and curled and venomous.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "The scorpion is crawling down your arm."

"No, it's not," she scoffed. "Close your eyes and keep fucking me. I want to come!"

So I closed my eyes and kept fucking her. But I knew the deadly serpent and venom-filled arachnid were on either side ready to pounce. Then I felt my cum about to boil over.

"I'm gonna come!" I shouted out, and my semen began its rise.

"Yes!" she said, and started rocking even harder.

It felt like I was coming for ten minutes. Each surge rose up through me in extra-slow motion, and replayed itself over and over and the room was an echo of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

"Keep fucking me!" Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like hours, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her blue piranha and all over my emptied anaconda.

----

"I'm not a hooker, you know," Rachel said.

We were on the bed and I was transfixed watching the spiders crawl around on her hip.

"I may suck a lot of cocks as part of our act, but I only give the rest of me to a man if I care about him."

I had reached a point where my phantasmagoric visions had subsided. At least until the next wave.

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another long one. Her mouth opened wide and while our faces fucked I slipped my fingers into her piranha. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a great fuck," she said. "And what an orgasm! I could get used to that."

"What's with all the dirty talk?" I asked.

"It just helps me come, that's all. Makes it intense."

She pinched my fingers with her pussy and grabbed my dick with her hand. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my back. She kissed my neck and shoulders and all down my back. She kissed my ass and I gasped when she spread my cheeks apart and licked my asshole.

Another wave was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a snail's pace, hardly moving, but her tongue did not. Each lick, each flick, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, slow jabs, and it felt like a foot long inside me.

After what seemed like a long time she stopped. "Raise up your ass," she said.

With my head on the pillow I scooted my knees under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my legs and grabbed my stiff dick and started jerking it and her tongue went back into business on the rim of my ass.

Her hand worked my cock as her tongue worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched movements. My dick felt fat and wide in her fist as she wanked it and in my balls a cauldron of cum was heating up.

Her tongue slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my cock down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to minimize the hyperextended strain on my cock. Her fingers were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy strength.

Eventually...and again, time lapse was inscrutable...Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my penis. Each power slide of that stud up the side of my delicate dick was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly stand it. After a short eternity Rachel took it into her mouth again and sucked with a vengeance, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a thick shake being sucked up through a narrow straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my dick and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.

----

When we woke in the morning the world was normal again. The spiders and snakes again were dormant on Rachel's inky skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My dick was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

"Fuck me," she said, stroking it. "Until I come."

I rolled on top. Her pussy was ready and she put me right in. Without even so much as a 'Good Morning', we were fucking. The bed frame screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy ropes of sperm into her. I must have slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"Keep fucking me!" she ordered.

So I accelerated my hammering, called her a cunt and a tramp and a few other choice words until she came at last in a loud, lengthy spasm.

----

We took showers and then I drove her back to where she'd left her car. She asked me what I was doing the following Thursday night.

"Thursday?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have parties to do Friday and Saturday."

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night?"

"Sure," I said. "No acid, though."

"Right, no acid," she laughed.

----

That Thursday would be our last time. I made no more massage appointments. She came over that Thursday night, kissed me and started rubbing my dick.

"I've been waiting for this," she said, and unzipped me.

I already knew we had to stop. Rachel was a messed-up young lady and I was not helping things. She's fucked up, I'm fucked up. Hopefully I wasn't fucking her up even more. But knowing how good it would be, I figured what the hell, one more time for the road wouldn't hurt.

We went to the bedroom and methodically undressed. I was briefly appalled by her tattoo-marred body, but then of course, I was mesmerized at the same time.

I came three times in the next two hours; Rachel came once. My first time was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and hard again. I mounted her and stuck my cock into her sloppy cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrust, like I was declaring war on her pussy. Looking at her disfigured flesh I felt like some primitive fucking a savage wench in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more dirty names, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief respite our fingers started walking around. Rachel was fondling my nuts when I rammed a finger up her ass.

"Ooh," she purred. "That got my attention." She kissed me.

"You like that?" I asked, and jammed a second finger in.

"Yeah. Fuck my ass," she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tubes she'd left on the end table. She squeezed a generous amount of lube into her hand. She fingered her asshole and coated my cock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no virgin asshole. She opened it wide for me. I put my purple helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the bottom up. After a couple minutes of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum deep into her ass.

I pulled out and watched my semen backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the head of my dick.

After a minute I got up and told her I had to go to the bathroom.

"Can I come with you?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said, with a bewildered look.

"I want you to piss on me."

"What?"

"Piss on me."

I shook my head and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I peed into the toilet with half a boner.

----

That was the last time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how good the blowjobs were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The thought of fucking my niece was one thing; but fucking a world-hardened harlot who wants to be pissed on and goes out week after week sucking dozens of cocks is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal with that.

----

I'd seen a lot of crazy things while fucking on the acid. But I may have realized some things too. The last time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to come, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in touch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a call. So on Monday night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprised to hear me on the other end of the line. Since it had been such a long time, our conversation was hesitant at first. But within a few minutes we were talking like old friends, as if hardly any time had passed.

We talked about our marriages, our divorces, our jobs and the family. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teen years, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second time. We compared notes on our love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the entire call there was hardly a dead second. I asked her out to dinner.

On Friday evening after work I picked her up at her condo. It was a small two bedroom where she had lived alone for the past four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her early forties but could have passed for much younger. She was still slim and shapely and if she was trying to look sexy she had accomplished her goal. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and she wore gray linen pants and a sleeveless black shirt that showed off her hair and toned arms. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I told her how fabulous she looked and how great it was to see her. After a brief tour of the condo she gathered up her purse and we were off.

We had dinner at a casual seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo platter. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each other's eyes a few times. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby blue peepers. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to stop somewhere for a drink.

"Sure," she said. "Or we could go back to my place; it may be more comfortable. I make a mean martini."

We went back to her place and I watched Cindy fix our drinks. Then we sat on her sofa, sipped our drinks and our stream-of-consciousness conversation picked up where it had left off. I told her how much I'd missed her, and she said she'd missed me too, which naturally led to talking about those six or seven months we'd been roommates.

"It was a mistake going back with Jimmy, that's for sure," she said. "But you know what they say about hindsight."

"You did what you thought was right. You had to try. I understood that."

"If you'd still been around when we split up the second time, I may never have gone back for thirds," she said with a tired smile.

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my lips and kissed it. That simple gesture broke through any remaining, falling-down barrier that still stood between us.

She squeezed my hand and said, "Siblings with benefits."

Then we were kissing and I felt and tasted her once-familiar mouth again. It was just as I remembered, like it had been yesterday. Our hands roamed our bodies as we made out, and then without a word, Cindy took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our clothes were heaped on the floor we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

Well, almost naked, I should say. I had to peel off Cindy's neon blue pasties and G-string first.

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The pretty young woman finished what she was writing on the blackboard and turned to her students. Just as she was about to speak the bell sounded, signaling the end to the period.

"Okay students, that is all for today. Remember we will be having a quiz on what we learned today in two days time. So be sure to all study hard the next two nights."

"Yes Miss Miyagi" the class said in unison.

"You may go now" she replied.

They all rose from their seats and bowed before gathering up their school supplies and bags and then exiting the classroom. The first year teacher stood at her desk and began to go over the material for her next class that would be beginning shortly. Mai Miyagi felt a bit overwhelmed by her heavy workload but she also knew she'd been very fortunate in obtaining a teaching position at the prestigious private academy.

Considering that she graduated from an unheralded private university, albeit at the top of her class, she'd been quite surprised when the application she had sent here had been accepted. There had also been an offer from a school much closer to home which would have allowed her to not relocate and remain with her family instead. Though she considered accepting that position to stay with her aging parents the opportunity to move to Tokyo and prove herself worthy won out in the end. If she was successful she would be able to have her choice of positions later, including moving back to her home prefecture if that's what she wished.

But for now she struggled to find her feet while also adjusting to life in the big city. Most nights Mai felt lonely as she knew almost no one outside of school and she battled homesickness constantly. While the other staff members at the school had always been polite to the young teacher, none had gone beyond that.

Mai was so caught up in her work that she didn't notice two of her students lingering at the doorway, looking her way and whispering to each other. Finally they departed as some students began to arrive for the next class. The two of them seemed to be a mismatched pair, at least physically, as they walked down the corridor.

Kenji Suzuki had it all going for him in life. He was tall, handsome, athletic and the captain of the school soccer team while his companion Hideki Tanaka was short and overweight with average looks at best. The two entered the school cafeteria and once they saw who they were seeking they headed to his table and sat. Ichiro Sato greeted them after which they began to talk together in hushed tones.

"So are we still going to go through with this later today?" Ichiro excitedly inquired of his co-conspirators.

"Of course we are. No turning back until victory is obtained and vengeance is ours" answered Hideki, his pale face reddening with anger as he thought of the injustice inflicted upon them.

Kenji laughed at his companion and how serious he was about it all. He'd enthusiastically agreed to the proposal when he first heard it; but to him vengeance wasn't the main reason. Not that she didn't deserve to receive the comeuppance they were going to bestow on her. Here she was, some nobody from the sticks, yet she had the temerity to punish both he and Hideki for something that was commonly done at the academy.

Between athletics, academics and his busy social life something had to give. So he'd paid Hideki to write his report for him and he should have received a high mark. Instead Miss Miyagi had recognized Hideki's handwriting. In retrospect he should have just copied it over himself before turning it in but it was now too late for that. The fact that he'd received a failing grade on the report could be expected but when she also gave Hideki's report one as well it had been too much. Hideki had been an honors student since he first started school and the black mark on his record filled the young scholar with unreasoning rage.

Since it had happened a month ago Hideki had been livid and all he did was dream of revenge. Then the idea came to him one night when he was on the internet watching porn and masturbating. Being extremely intelligent he knew it would be easier if he had assistance and truth be told he was something of a coward. So he came to Kenji with his plan for revenge.

Kenji found the whole idea intriguing, especially because it was Miss Miyagi. From the first time he had laid eyes on her, he had desired her and this plan would accomplish that while also teaching her a lesson in humility. He agreed on the condition that his best friend Ichiro be allowed to be a part of it. Kenji was sure Ichiro would be enthusiastic as he often fantasized about such things and here was a chance to make it real.

Ichiro had jumped at the offer and they began to plot it out. Between the three of them they conducted surveillance to decide where the best place to carry out their plans was. That included following Miss Miyagi home to her apartment but since she rented from a family that lived downstairs they decided against doing it there. The chances of something going wrong were too great to risk.

Then they discovered that Miss Miyagi stayed late most days to grade papers and do other preparation work. Sometimes she would work into the early evening before leaving to catch her train so they decided it was the perfect place. It would also be symbolic to do it in the classroom where she had punished them; a case of poetic justice Hideki felt.

"So is everything ready?" Ichiro asked.

"Yes. The 'supplies' are in a backpack in my locker" Kenji replied "and Hideki has made sure that the custodian is on board."

"Correct. Mr. Takahashi has received payment, except for his 'bonus' which he'll claim after we're done" Hideki said with a malevolent grin.

"Okay then. We'll meet at my locker at the end of the school day" Kenji said.

School had been out for an hour and the three conspirators waited outside the locked side door of the school building. Hideki was pacing and looking at his watch impatiently every few seconds. The other two, while just as eager showed no outward signs but stood quietly. Then without a sound the door swung open on well oiled hinges and old Mr. Takahashi beckoned them in. Like three spirits they glided into the dimly lit staircase and followed the school custodian up the steps to the third floor. Producing a key the old man unlocked the door to the corridor and ushered them through.

"There's no one else left in this section of the building" he told the students with a wink "so the coast is clear. Have fun and I'll be waiting."

"Good man" Hideki replied as he slapped the man on his shoulder. "Here is a gift to help you pass the time."

From his jacket pocket Hideki produced a bottle of fine plum wine and handed it to the custodian. The old man grinned appreciatively at the present as he took it. Not waiting, he pulled off the top and took a big swallow before giving a thumb's up.

The three were by then already filing down the hall in single file with Hideki in the lead, followed by Kenji and Ichiro right behind. As soon as they drew near to the classroom they slipped on the identical black ski masks. Kenji now took the lead, as of the three he was the natural leader as well as being the most athletic. Silently he slid the door to the classroom to the side and peered inside.

Miss Miyagi sat at one of the student desks as she graded some exams from one of her classes. Since her desk was higher and had no chair she found it more convenient to use a student desk as she did this. She was so engrossed in her task that it was doubtful she would have heard them even if they'd made a sound which they didn't.

Kenji crept in first with Hideki right behind. Ichiro slid the door shut as he brought up the rear. The first indication that something was wrong was when Miss Miyagi felt a hand touch her shoulder. She turned only to be confronted by three figures. Each was wearing the regulation school uniform but also black ski masks with a hole for each eye as well as one for the mouth.

Before she could move or even scream a hand was clamped over her mouth stifling her cry. Kenji dragged her from the seat with an arm around her tiny waist while he kept his hand pressed firmly on her lips. He pulled her body against his as she struggled futilely against the strong young athlete. One of her hands attempted to pull his off her mouth so she could call for help but she was unable to budge it.

A second later she had something new to worry about as Hideki took hold of her white cotton blouse and yanked on it. Buttons went flying in all directions as it opened down to where Kenji's arm was wrapped around her. Her eyes shifted to the attacker who had just done this and to her horror she saw in his other hand he held a camera that was pointed her way.

Mai redoubled her efforts to free herself but she was no more successful. By now she felt Kenji's growing bulge pressing into her ass as he ground his loins into her firm buttocks. Then Ichiro took hold of her wrist that was up by her mouth and pulled it down and away. His other hand reached out and grabbed her breast through the material of her plain white bra. He was surprised at how it was so soft and yet firm at the same time.

Ichiro continued to squeeze it and a second later Hideki pawed at her other breast. The two students looked at each other and came to an unspoken agreement. The next instant they both pulled down hard on the fabric of the brassiere freeing the young teacher's shapely breasts. Hideki then took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it cruelly. Mai cried out in pain but her voice was muffled by the hand of Kenji.

A second later for the first time in his life Ichiro's mouth tasted a woman's breast. Through this all, Kenji humped against her and she felt his rigid shaft rubbing between the crack of her ass cheeks. The whole time the camera remained focused on her and she saw the red light that indicated it was recording.

Suddenly as if there had been a signal they released her breasts simultaneously. While Hideki continued to film her writhing helplessly in Kenji's grasp Ichiro rummaged through the backpack on the floor. He straightened up with something in his hand and moved behind Miss Miyagi.

While Kenji continued to hold her Ichiro pulled one of her arms back and attached a bondage style cuff to her wrist. Realizing what was happening she tried to prevent them from getting hold of her other wrist but was unable to stop it. Soon she was bound with her hands imprisoned behind her body at which time Kenji pushed his muscular leg into the back of her knees.

Unable to catch her balance Miss Miyagi fell to her knees on the hard classroom floor. Now the three attackers stood in a semi circle in front of her and began to undo their pants. She attempted to crawl away but Ichiro seized her by the shoulder and held her where she was. The other two continued removing their pants, underwear and shoes. Once he finished, Kenji took hold of the pretty, raven haired teacher which gave Ichiro a chance to remove his pants as well.

Kenji pushed his hard member by Miss Miyagi's painted lips but she turned her face away and the mushroom head brushed against her cheek instead. However that didn't help her any, as by turning from Kenji she only turned toward Hideki who now pushed his blunt weapon toward her mouth. Miss Miyagi refused to yield as the three students kept trying to get her to open her mouth and welcome them inside.

Finally becoming frustrated by her intransigence, Hideki whispered an idea to the others. Without warning Kenji again clamped his hand over Miss Miyagi's mouth; this time making sure she couldn't breathe through it. His other hand took hold of her neck and began to apply pressure. At the same time Ichiro used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nose shut completing the trap. During this Hideki continued to film as he stroked his erection.

Mai panicked when she felt her air supply cut off and thrashed about trying to get free. But her strength was no match against the two young men who held her, even if her hands hadn't been bound behind her. Slowly she felt herself becoming faint when Kenji unexpectedly let go of her mouth though he continued to squeeze her neck some.

Still that allowed some oxygen to get through and Miss Miyagi opened her mouth and gasped for air. Seizing his chance Ichiro forced his erection into her mouth. He kept his fingers pinching her nose so she had to keep her mouth open. During this Kenji used his now free hand to push Miss Miyagi's head forward so that she took more of Ichiro's erection. It felt so good Ichiro thought as he thrust deeper into the teacher until his balls slapped into her chin.

He almost couldn't believe this was really happening. Ever since he first had sexual thoughts this was what he most desired. It was the only type of porn he masturbated to - school girls being groped and forced on the train or wives being molested as their husbands slept nearby or his favorite when female teachers were raped by their students. And now it was actually happening to him.

More than once he'd stalked potential prey hoping to get a chance to live out his dark schoolboy fantasies. One time he was about to actually do it; there was a young girl who lived down the street from him and he planned to kidnap her from her yard and drag her off. Then at the last minute a neighbor appeared and spooked Ichiro, making him slink off into the darkness.

And now he was forcing his hard dick into Miss Miyagi's wet mouth. It was all too much for Ichiro to take. He grabbed her black hair and pulled her closer as he exploded. He unleashed a figurative tsunami of ejaculate in her mouth as years worth of pent up desire was released.

Even if she had wanted to swallow it down there was no way Miss Miyagi could have kept up as he flooded her mouth with cum. With a satisfied groan he pulled free of her mouth which caused some of the thick white fluid to run down her chin and from there to cascade onto her exposed breasts. The last bit remaining in him then shot out and landed on her face. Ichiro then let go of her nose and stepped back satisfied.

Not waiting an instant Hideki moved to where Ichiro had been and pushed his dick to her mouth. Knowing by now that resistance was futile Miss Miyagi opened her mouth as he slid in and she just hoped it would be over soon. He grabbed her head and pushed it up and down on his erection. While he did this he kept the camera focused on her mouth engulfing his erection. Hideki had never known such pleasure before and it was heightened by both the fact he was getting revenge and that he was filming it at the same time.

A few minutes later when he knew he was about to cum Hideki withdrew from her mouth and stroked himself rapidly. He moaned loudly as the white fluid splattered against her face and hair, coating it with the fruits of his lust. The camera did shake a bit as he came but it still captured most of the depraved scene.

Kenji now took his place and by now the fight was gone from Miss Miyagi. She meekly knelt there with her mouth open and waited for the next assault. Kenji took hold of her hair with both hands and thrust hard and fast into her open mouth. Though he was the only one of the three who had experience and wasn't a virgin he still didn't last much longer than they had. Watching them use her had greatly excited him and the fact that it was the beautiful Miss Miyagi whose mouth was on his erection was more than enough.

Soon she was receiving Kenji's cum in her mouth. When he was finished he removed his slimy dick from between her painted red lips. If Mai thought her ordeal was now over she was very mistaken. No sooner had Kenji finished coming than he and Ichiro took her under her shoulders and dragged her up to her feet. Her muscles were like jelly and she would have fallen if the students hadn't held her upright.

They dragged her to a desk and lifted and placed her on top of it on her back with her bound hands and arms trapped beneath. Once she was in place Ichiro held her there helplessly while Kenji moved to between her legs which hung off the desk. Of course Hideki stood and continued to film his glorious revenge.

Kenji then raised her knee length skirt to her waist revealing Miss Miyagi's Hello Kitty™ panties. Realizing what they intended to do next, she once again tried to resist and managed to clamp her thighs together. But with Ichiro holding her body she was unable to prevent Hideki and Kenji from taking a leg each and spreading them wide apart.

Next Kenji pulled her panties to the side exposing her hairy little kitty. Wetting a finger in his mouth he brought it down and put it by the entrance to her hole. Miss Miyagi cried out in pain as he roughly pushed it inside her and forced it deep. She was extremely tight to begin with and with no natural lubrication it hurt her, not that Kenji cared. Instead he continued to slide his finger in and out and once she loosened up a little he put a second finger inside her.

After a minute of this he pulled his fingers free and went to the backpack where he removed a tube of lubricant. First he squirted some on her pink inner lips before handing the tube to Hideki who coated his erection with the viscous fluid after first passing the camera to Ichiro.

"Please, no! You don't have to do this. Just stop" she begged her masked assailants.

For an answer Hideki took hold of his member and while continuing to keep hold of her leg he stepped directly in front of Miss Miyagi. He waited until Kenji grabbed her by the throat freeing Ichiro to focus the camera on their pelvises. Smiling evilly, Hideki forced himself into Mai's womanhood. Her cry of anguish was cut short as Kenji tightened his grip on her throat.

Now taking hold of her other leg as well, Hideki pumped in and out of her. In one act he gained his vengeance while also discarding his virginity. The fact that he did this to his hated enemy who was also so beautiful filled him with pride. His fingers cruelly dug into her tender flesh leaving marks as he used her for his enjoyment. For he'd never in his life experienced such earthly delight. The way her tight kitty clung to him, squeezing his entire length. And it felt so soft and hot on his skin.

Hideki wanted to last longer, to prolong both his pleasure and her pain. But her tight sheath was too much for his untested blade. With a strangled cry he pulled out of her just in time. Within a second his seed erupted from him to land first on the outside of her violated kitty and once he aimed it properly to end up on her stomach and Hello Kitty™ panties.

This was the final straw for Mai. The earlier assaults, physical and oral, had terrified and humiliated the teacher but this latest one caused her to become numb as her mind shut down. When Kenji then pushed his member between her lips and deep into her mouth she didn't react except to open wider. He literally fucked her face as he held Miss Miyagi's head with one hand while his other remained on her throat.

Once Hideki recovered sufficiently from his orgasm he took back his camera from Ichiro who now moved into place between her parted legs. While Kenji continued his oral assault, Ichiro was the next to lose his virginity as he too forced his manhood into Miss Miyagi. He lasted an even shorter time, barely a minute before he too pulled out and came on the captive teacher. The culmination of living out his years long twisted fantasy proved too much for his youthful ardor. But much like Hideki before him, the sensation of actually being inside the silky treasure of Mai Miyagi would have been enough on its own.

Now it was Kenji's turn. First he pulled his hard member from her mouth and with satisfaction noted that it was wet from her saliva. He let go of her head and neck and moved into place and once there he raised both her legs and placed them against his broad shoulders. Then he gripped his shaft and worked it in. As soon as his head sank between her pink lips Kenji reached around Miss Miyagi's legs and palmed her full breasts.

He played with her puffy nipples as his shaft sank to its limit. Learning from how his friends had done, Kenji started nice and slow as he worked his full length in, before just as slowly pulling it back. However the longer he went, the faster he thrust his hips and he also now knew the pleasure of Miss Miyagi's soft kitty.

But her utter lack of response to their coupling bothered the young athlete. The reason he had gone along with this was to enjoy Miss Miyagi carnally but her seeming indifference to his efforts angered him. His fingers now painfully squeezed her nipples trying to provoke a reaction from her and when that proved unsuccessful he moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed the back of her neck.

Tilting her head up he stared into her eyes as the speed of his thrusting continued to increase. Though Miss Miyagi's eyes were open they seemed to see nothing and stared vacantly ahead but Kenji was captivated by her exquisite beauty. 'Miss Miyagi' his mind cried out silently as he felt his orgasm approach and he barely withdrew his member in time before spewing his semen onto her violated body.

When his body returned to normal after his thundering climax Kenji high-fived his companions before lowering her legs to the desk. They walked a little bit away from the desk and began to watch the playback feature of the camera; reliving what had just happened.

Suddenly regaining her senses Mai saw an opportunity to escape from their clutches while they were distracted. She drew her body into a ball and managed to bring her restrained hands past her legs and to the front of her body with little difficulty. That was to be expected from someone who had been a gymnast while a student. Mai's athletic career was cut short when a late growth spurt came making her breasts too big to realistically compete but her body still remained lithe and flexible.

As soon as her hands were in front of her body Miss Miyagi made her break for it. She rolled off the desk on the side closest to the door, landing painfully on her knees. However she quickly regained her feet and dashed for the door. Her attackers were slow to react as they never expected it and at first they got in each other's way.

That allowed Mai to slide the classroom door open and she had the presence of mind to shut it after her which would necessitate her attackers doing the same. She sprinted down the hallway and as she did she yelled for help. Behind her came the sound of footsteps as Kenji had gained the hall and was now pursuing her in his socks.

An intersecting corridor was fast approaching when Miss Miyagi took a quick peek behind her to ascertain the distance between them so she never saw the figure step out from around the bend. Her head turned forward right before he lunged at her and at the close distance she was unable to stop in time or take any evasive action.

Miss Miyagi only caught a glimpse of a muscled male body wearing a simple black kimono that hung open with no belt revealing his large, rampant erection. But it was his head she noticed in the split second before they collided for he was wearing a Japanese demon mask.

Then their bodies came together and she was lifted as easily as a babe and thrown over his shoulder. Without stopping he began to move in the direction she had come from. Miss Miyagi heard the pursuing figure approaching but she was unable to see her new captor shake an admonishing finger at Kenji.

The student hung his masked head in shame as he knew they had made a grave error in allowing her to escape. If she had run in another direction then it was possible she might have escaped and then who knows what the result might be. Luckily for them she'd gone in the direction where Mr. Takahashi had been waiting and preparing. Kenji allowed the man to pass and fell in behind him just in case Miss Miyagi managed to get free again but it was unlikely with the custodian holding her tightly.

As he carried her the older man couldn't help but to run his hand along the smooth, bare skin of her leg while holding her with the other hand. Miss Miyagi barely felt it as she was now plunged back into black despair. She had been so close to getting away and now she was being brought back to her classroom by some new and terrifying captor. A minute later they were back in the room where Mr. Takahashi unceremoniously dumped her to the floor on her posterior.

"Do you think you can prevent her from getting away this time?" he asked the students in a slightly condescending tone.

The embarrassed students nodded as they stood by the captive teacher.

"Since I did some of your work you can return the favor" came the distorted voice from behind the demon mask. "Get her on her feet and bent over this desk" he ordered while pointing to one.

Trying to redeem themselves the students soon had Miss Miyagi in position and both Ichiro and Kenji held her there. Hideki continued to film during this time which Mr. Takahashi noted.

"You are the official cinematographer, eh boy? Very interesting. Perhaps I have work for you."

After saying that the custodian approached the helpless Miss Miyagi. Taking hold of her blouse, which had remained hanging on her arms during everything due to it not being able to slip past her cuffed hands, Mr. Takahashi began to tear it into strips. Once he had enough for his purpose he stood in front of her and unfastened one of the cuffs. First he wrapped the cloth strip around her wrist before tying it to desk leg and he repeated the process with her other wrist as well.

Mr. Takahashi then moved behind her and his fingers sought out the zipper to her skirt. He yanked down the zipper before pulling her skirt down to the floor after which time he secured her ankles to the desk also. After inspecting his handiwork to confirm she was tightly bound he tossed the now unused bondage cuffs to Kenji.

"You two students are dismissed" he said with a chuckle. "You however shall remain" he ordered Hideki.

The old man waited until they departed at which time he slipped the kimono off and stood right before the bound and bent over Miss Miyagi. He took her head with one hand as his other stroked his ready erection.

"Since you wish to dress and act like a westernized whore that is how you shall be treated" his voice boomed from beneath the mask. "Starting with you sucking me."

His strong hand then squeezed her jaw prompting Miss Miyagi to open wide. He drove it to the back of her mouth easily though more still remained outside; for Mr. Takahashi was both longer and thicker in dimension than the students were. He never stopped but kept going until he had forced the head and top part of his shaft into her throat and his hairy, heavy balls to her chin.

Miss Miyagi started to choke and gag on his thick manhood at which time he pulled out allowing her to cough up some saliva. Once she stopped he forced his full length in again and this time he literally fucked her throat for a minute until she again gagged.

This happened a few times but no matter what he did in regards to taking it easier; his size was just too much for Miss Miyagi to handle. With a disgusted grunt the masked custodian again withdrew and this time he moved to the side of her body though he looked in Hideki's direction.

"Did you capture all that?" he asked the student to which Hideki nodded yes.

Nodding his approval Mr. Takahashi then tore her Hello Kitty™ panties above each leg hole and pulled them from her. Under his mask he smiled as he forced the cum soiled undergarment into her mouth and tied it in place with another strip from her blouse. Now that she was properly gagged Mr. Takahashi went to work on the young teacher.

One of his hands slid under her body and groped her breast. With consummate skill he played with her nipple and it soon stood at attention. He then moved to the other while his second hand reached behind her where his finger probed her womanly folds. As soon as her second nipple hardened he tweaked it once sending a wave of pleasure to her nerve endings before releasing it.

That hand now crept down her body, past her stomach and navel and brushed against her silky pubic hair until it reached her hidden pearl. He began to gently stroke it with his fingertip while at the same time driving two fingers into her recently violated kitty. Miss Miyagi squirmed about but she was unable to escape his questing hands, bound as she was to the desk. He leaned forward so his head was near hers and started to whisper.

"Your body is quite delightful and I shall greatly enjoy using it for my needs. But there's no reason you can't enjoy it as well. Don't worry about whether it's right or wrong as you have no say in the matter; so just relax and I'll do the work."

His words seemed to have the opposite effect on her and she vainly struggled against her bonds but Mr. Takahashi had done an excellent job in binding her. He ignored her efforts and continued instead to rub her pearl and slide his fingers in her tight channel making sure to stimulate her g-spot. In spite of being unwilling, Miss Miyagi's body was beginning to betray her as she felt herself moistening and he noticed it as well. Unlike her earlier attackers, Mr. Takahashi was a skilled and experienced practitioner of the carnal arts and he brought all his considerable talents to bear upon her.

"Ah, I can see you are starting to respond Miss Miyagi. That is good, don't fight me but let yourself go. You are getting so wet down there. Soon I will fill your lovely lotus with my hard stem."

She let out a muffled cry that was equal parts anguish and pleasure but he ignored it and kept working his talented fingers. Then without warning he pulled them away from her. Miss Miyagi felt a momentary sense of relief but it soon vanished. Bending down he fumbled about his kimono then rose with his arm raised triumphantly.

"Do you know what this is Miss Miyagi?" the demon head asked, holding a small device in the palm of his hand which he showed to her. "This is the Fukuoku 9000, the most powerful state of the art finger vibrator. You are about to become intimately acquainted with its capabilities."

As he said this he slipped it on the forefinger of his right hand and stepped right behind her. Mr. Takahashi slid two fingers from his left hand into her tight chitsu as his other hand again sought out her hidden pearl. This time when he found it he was delivering 9,000 vibrations per minute. When it contacted her love button Mai started to thrash about trying to avoid it connecting to her most sensitive place but was unable to prevent it.

No matter what Mai did to try and ignore or tune out what was happening to her, the 9,000 pulses a minute proved too much to overcome. The fact that Mr. Takahashi was also again fingering her g-spot with each movement of his hand only added to her dilemma. In spite of not wanting it to happen Miss Miyagi soon felt her young body wracked by the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

She let out a muffled high pitched cry while her whole body shook and trembled in the throes of an earth shattering climax. Her womanhood gushed a copious amount of fluid that flowed past her attacker's fingers and ran down her trembling thighs in tiny rivulets. Mr. Takahashi let out a booming laugh in reaction to her body betraying her and instead of stopping he sped up his fingers.

In the next five minutes Miss Miyagi experienced two more mind blowing orgasms leaving her a quivering wreck. Finally when she thought she couldn't take any more Mr. Takahashi removed his fingers from inside her which allowed even more of her juices to escape. He then moved his vibrating finger off her swollen pearl and switched it off before removing it.

Her body was just beginning to recover when Mai felt his hard maleness start to rub against her inner lips. It slid their length and with each movement the mushroom head collided with her now overly sensitive pearl sending waves of pleasure radiating across her body. He teased her like this for a while until without warning he slid his thick root into her.

Mai cried out as he filled her to the depths of her channel with one mighty thrust, going deeper than any man ever had before. Mr. Takahashi took hold of her hips with both hands as he slowly worked his member in and out of her violated flower. He timed his breathing to his thrusts so they were in perfect harmony with one another and focused his concentration on both giving and receiving pleasure.

Miss Miyagi's tight wetness clung to his shaft as he moved in her, never stopping totally but instead smoothly sliding fully in until reaching his limit. Then without a pause his length would move out until only the large head remained in her pink flower before beginning the process anew.

She let out a number of high pitched moans, unique to Japanese women, as the custodian's driving thickness worked them both to a frenzy of lust. Each time he buried his root, his ball sac made contact with her pearl pushing her closer until finally Miss Miyagi shuddered as she was forced to yet another orgasm.

When her sheath tightened on him Mr. Takahashi allowed himself to cum. He felt his seed flow up his root and discharge into her as he continued to thrust deeply until no more spewed. Only then did he pull his blade free of her clinging blossom.

After he had withdrawn he directed Hideki who had filmed it all to focus on her soft pink lips. Soon a drop of white emerged from her violated flower and it was followed by more as his sperm flowed from her. Mr. Takahashi gathered together his belongings and finally he undid the bonds that held her in place. Her used and exhausted body sank to the floor where she curled up in a ball. Hideki followed Mr. Takahashi to the corridor at which time the old man turned to him.

"The camera, boy" was all he said.

Reluctantly the student handed it to the custodian.

"Thank you. You may go now."

"But my camera, it is very expensive and a gift from my parents."

"Don't worry about that. I shall return it tomorrow to you. But first I must remove what you filmed today. You could cause quite a lot of harm with it so its better this way. You gained your revenge and it is over. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" Hideki replied, after which he turned to go. Mr. Takahashi smiled beneath the mask as he watched him leave before himself departing.

It took Miss Miyagi some time before she was sufficiently recovered to move but finally she stirred. With trembling hands she dressed the best she was able to though her panties and blouse were ruined. She put on her skirt and adjusted her brassiere before standing on shaky legs. Luckily there was no one to see her as she made her way to the teacher's locker room where she put a light jacket on over her bra.

When she finally made it home the family she rented from asked her over for dinner but she begged off, saying she still had work she had to complete. Instead she drew a hot bath and sank her violated body into the steaming water and soaked until the water turned cold.

The next day she called in sick as she was unable to face returning to her classroom so soon and instead wandered the city in a daze as she tried to figure out what her next course of action should be. Miss Miyagi finally decided that she would try to forget about what happened and resume her life as if everything was normal. She didn't wish to be driven from her job and the city, though she also decided to never stay late at school again.

The following morning when she arrived Miss Miyagi did her best to act normally, greeting students and faculty alike with her customary and cheerful good morning. During class she had a few moments where she lost focus as she wondered if her attackers were sitting before her. But she quickly recovered and resumed the instruction of her students.

At last her lunch period arrived so Miss Miyagi started in the direction of the faculty lounge. While she walked down the corridor she noticed the elderly custodian sweeping the floor in front of her. She started to walk around him when he turned in her direction and spoke.

"Miss, may I have a word?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Miss Miyagi stopped though she wondered why today he wished to speak with her. She had noticed this man since she began to teach at the academy, always quietly toiling in the background but this was the first time he had said anything to her.

"Certainly Mr. uh..."

"Takahashi, ma'am. Mr. Takahashi is my name. I was hoping you could do me a favor and look at something I found. I think you will find it quite interesting."

"All right Mr. Takahashi" Miss Miyagi replied though she hoped whatever it was wouldn't take long as she was hungry and wished to eat.

"Thank you Miss" he said as he leaned the broom against the wall before reaching into the pocket of his coveralls.

He produced a mobile phone and fumbled with it for a moment, as if he was unfamiliar with how to work it. Then he seemed to find what he was looking for as he smiled and gestured for her to look as he turned it her way. Miss Miyagi's blood ran cold when she saw it, for displayed on the screen was a picture of her face with a hard penis between her lips as she sucked it. She tried to turn away when he seized her wrist with an iron grip.

"Wait Miss Miyagi, there is one more I want you to see" he told her in a voice now loud and commanding and against her will she turned back.

His finger pressed the phone and the picture changed to one of her well used chitsu with thick white fluid oozing out of it. The man now had a broad grin on his face as he addressed her.

"Miss Miyagi, you are not from Tokyo originally, I believe?"

"No, I'm from Ikeda, in Fukui Prefecture" she answered as she fought to keep from crying.

"Yes that's correct. I remember reading that in your personnel file after our recent pleasurable interlude. I also recall you are an only child and your parents are your only close relatives."

"Y-y-yes, that is true."

"I would hate for them to find out how their daughter conducts herself in the big city, spreading her legs for all takers. Nowadays with the internet such things can be spread far and wide and I'm sure that would be devastating to them. It would be a tragedy for them to lose face over their daughter's scandalous conduct. Of course there is no need for them to find this out but that is up to you."

"What do you want?" she asked meekly, knowing that she was defeated.

"Not much really. Just a little something to brighten the day of an old man. My office is located in the basement. I expect you to be there in five minutes ready to accommodate whatever my desire is today and every day actually. From now on during your lunch period you will report there. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good, I'll see you soon" he told her as he picked up the broom and headed off.

Miss Miyagi stood there a minute as she composed herself. Then she walked to the staircase that led to the basement. To her shame she already felt herself moistening in anticipation of what would follow.

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