A little gift from your half-pint friend's bro. But enough about him, let's get started with some learning!" Edd protested, flailing about as hard as he tried, but the restraints were bound too tight, too well. Marie's smile grew and she leapt onto the table, straddling Edd at the waist. She leaned down and began kissing Edd's face, as hard as that was with him struggling. "All right, Mr. Hard-to-get. Let's see if those mags knew what they were talking about." With that, Marie's kisses began to move down from Edd's face to his neck. She suckled on his neck, sending a shivering wave across Edd's body. It was a strange feeling, as unwelcome as it was. He couldn't imaging the amount of washing he would have to do to get rid of this. Marie let her long, blue hair glide across Edd's neck as her tongue inched its way down his neck to his chest. She tongued and played with his thin chest, letting the tips rise a bit and grow sensitive.

"What are you doing?" Edd asked, his voice fluttering a little. Marie craned her neck up.

"If those mags were right, something you'll never forget." And with that she spoke no more. Edd continued to protest, but found his voice growing lighter as Marie's tongue waved across his body. He felt strange, although the feeling was becoming less intolerable. In fact it was growing almost likeable. The blue-haired girl scratched her teeth lightly against his exposed skin, kissing and caressing with her mouth. Slowly she swayed her head to the edge of Edd's swim trunks. She hummed to herself pleasedly. Edd wondered what it was she'd seen when she lifted her head. Risen in the air, Edd's lower extremities had swelled. He was stunned, not realizing it had even happened until Marie showed him.

"What did you do?" his voice barely a whisper. Marie moved her hips down to straddle him at his midsection. She leaned her head down,

"Everything," and kissed him. Edd didn't fight it. He at first too lost in conflicting messages to resist. Everything he'd known about Marie Kanker was, on the one hand being proven true, and yet, at the same time, falling apart. He'd known she was desperate to have him, and knew she was controlling and ill-tempered. He knew she was his near-opposite. What he didn't know, until now, was that he liked it. He liked the dichotomy that was apparent between them. He liked the way she'd been different from her sisters like he had been from his friends. He liked Marie. As her hips bore down on his, he aided in the kiss now, instead of resisting or remaining neutral. Marie felt Edd's tongue enter her as much as she did to him. Something went through them that neither of them needed to say. Marie reached into her nurse’s hat and pull out a key. She reached up and released the restraints on his arm. She then tossed the key aside. He embraced her, pulling her tight to him, feeling her body through the false clothing. He ran his hands through her hair and pushed her face into his, not wanting to break their first true kiss.

Suddenly, Marie reached up just enough to remain on each other's lips, but giving her enough space to tug off the top of the outfit with a few light pulls. The cloth fell to the floor with a light thud. Marie broke the embrace and arched her back, holding down Edd at the same time. Edd had never seen a girl's breasts before. The experience was exhilarating. He reached out a hand and felt one. It was supple and soft. As his fingertips glided across Marie's nipples, she let out a soft sigh. She placed her hand against his and pushed his grip in tighter. He needed no more guidance. Edd began caressing and kneading her breasts, watching as the nipples began to firm up and stiffen. Now it was his turn. Edd reached up with surprising strength and wrapped his mouth around Marie's closest breast. Her skin was freshly washed and as silken as a rose. He lolled his tongue around the tip of her breast, feeling every inch of it as long as he could.

Their breathing grew shorter and more forceful. Edd played a hand across her lithe body, feeling the sleek curve of her stomach. Suddenly, he found his movement impeded by the skirt she had fashioned. He took hold of her waist and forced her down. At that moment, Edd noticed that Marie wasn't wearing underwear, the thin material of his bathing suit folding precisely around the thin curves of her womanhood as it pressed against his member. This only increased his arousal, and he pulled her even more forcefully. Marie reached down and ripped at the thin cloth, tearing it off easily. She laid fully down onto Edd, letting her naked body slide against him with their every movement. Edd reached down and squeezed her firm, small behind. His hands reached down with the intention of feeling more of it when his fingertips glimpsed the edges of her womanhood. She flinched, and cooed into his mouth. He pressed his advantage and moved his hands around to feel her as nobody else had. He knew little about what exactly to do, and was grateful when Marie's hand reached down and guided his hands like a lustful Ouija cue, finding sentences of pleasure neither of then had ever experienced. The pressure at his waist was becoming intense. His swim trunks were too confining. With a moan, he lifted his hips off the table and tugged down his shorts, their cold wetness resting at his bound feet.

There they were. Edd and Marie Kanker, only a day before bitter enemies and now something far more than friends. With Marie smothering his face with hers, Edd couldn't see what was down there, but he could feel it with immense clarity. Pressed against his rod was something warm, and somewhat slick in places. As she ground her hips against him, it would begin to envelop him, but only a little. He had seen...that. And Edd knew what he had to do. He grabbed Marie slightly above her waist and pushed her up, so that their bodies joined at ninety degrees. He saw Marie and wondered how he couldn't have realized how physically stunning Marie was. Her thin, sculpted body was tight and well-tanned. Her curves were nearly perfect, her breasts in perfectly proportioned. She truly was beautiful, he thought. He then looked down and saw it staring at the sky, fully erect. Marie was still grinding and swaying her hips, almost out of reflex. He looked askingly in her eyes.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, but it was enough. Marie reached down and touched it, soothing it with her hands. She gripped it very lightly, and lifted her hips with the gentlest of motions. They both looked down, not wanting to miss a single moment of this first experience. Marie had imagined this for a long time, and her wishes were ultimately being made real. Edd felt the tip of his rod press against the warm slickness of Marie. Achingly slowly Marie lowered herself, moaning and gasping every few moments as she filled herself with Edd's body. When she was halfway inserted onto Edd, he felt a resistance, something firm, yet giving. A tear began to rise in Marie's eye. She reached down and kissed Edd again, and forced herself completely onto him in one sudden movement. The resistance gave for a split second before giving way completely, and Marie yelped into Edd's mouth, frightening him a bit. She reached up, the tear still there. Edd could see with the smile on her face that it was one of pure joy. He reached up and wiped it off her face.

For many moments, neither of them moved a muscle. The experience was too new, the emotions too chaotic. They breathed in short, flittering bursts, the sweat from both their exertion and their nervousness causing their bodies to glisten in the moonlight. Marie took the initiative, and began swaying her hips in a pendulum fashion, slowly. Edd grasped her hips and began pacing his own thrusting motions with her, ensuring that he was as deeply inserted within her as he could be. The swaying increased in speed, although it was still very slow. Marie's breaths soon became short gasps as new sensations twitched within her. Edd was overcome with the intense feeling of his member being surrounded by her tight, caressingly slick flesh. It felt as if every part of it was tugging at him, trying to force him inside and never release him. He gladly let it try as their hips began to separate in their trusting. The cool air brushed against the base of his now wet shaft when it wasn't enveloped by Marie's voluptuous body. It prickled at his skin and made him wish to stay even deeper within her. His thrusts began to outpace hers and he could feel the sharp slapping sound of their hips colliding. Marie was now speaking in a language of gasps and soft moans, her eyes rolling about in her head as she lost her grasp on the world around her, and gave herself over to sensation. She tried to match Edd as best she could, but he was thrusting too quickly. Something had arisen within him, something that needed to be. All his life Edd's had been one of restraint and logic, of laws and protocols. Now, in one night, he was tossing that all aside for this one night of ecstasy with Marie. He could get used to this, he thought through the waves of euphoria.

Edd raised his body, and Marie curled her legs around him, making sure their sexes were as deeply connected as they could. Their pace became furious now, their bodies sliding against each other, and their lips being completely locked. Marie bucked her hips down as Edd thrust her body up with his. They timed each other's movements perfectly. The perfect couple. Edd almost felt a tear of his own come down when suddenly he began feeling something new. Marie's grip on him was becoming vice like and almost painful. Her hands were now almost drawing blood across his back. Her insides were clenching, tugging him, pulling as hard as they could. The movie had a name for this, but he couldn't recall it. He couldn't care either, as Marie's death grip suddenly peaked, and for a few moments she didn't breathe, and then it suddenly drained out from her, her entire body going slack, her breath going out in ragged puffs. He was sill firm, though, and he suddenly found a new slickness to her, and it enticed her in an odd way that felt incredible. He could feel a buildup of pressure deep within him from below his member. He thrust harder and harder, his body beginning to tense as hers had. Suddenly it built up like a river behind a water hose. Edd pulled Marie down onto him with almost animal ferocity and, with a sharp grunt, released inside of her, feeling hot fluid coat every part of her. Marie breathed in deeply as she felt the exchange, her body prickling at the slick feeling. Utterly without any more energy, they two fell back, Marie still grasping onto Edd, their lips finding each others after many moments of reaching. As the moon peaked at last, the two lovers held each other and entered into fulfilled, contented sleep.

The source is Anonymous of 4chan.

Hope this got some people inspired

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>>74101
Ok
One, fuck you buddy. My paychecks have split apart as badly as they already are
Two, on the other hand, this is well written. Very well written. And hot.
...
We'll see.

>>74068

>>74128
That was uncalled for.

>>74130

>>74135
No, please! I have a family!

You read part one now are you ready for part 2:

Sunlight filtered into the trailer in thin, grasping tendrils that gave the bedroom an odd half-light. Shapes seemed to distort in the uneven lines of brightness, fighting hopelessly through the torn curtain that overlapped the window. As soon as the first of the feeble lines lashed over Edd's eyes, he awoke. He felt...strange. He felt sweaty and an unfamiliar, yet somehow intoxicating scent cloyed in the air. It wasn't until he tried to wipe the sweat from his brow did he realize his situation. As he moved his arms, the light jingling of his chains told him all he needed to remember the last night: the hot, warm feeling of body pressing deeply against body, the quick sighs, the slow moans. Marie.

After an ambush in the woods, Edd had been kidnapped by Marie Kanker and lashed to the bed he was still entrapped by. His arms were free, but his legs were still chained to the posts. He was about to call out, when he heard a collection of whispers from behind the door. He was confused when he heard the sound of fists beating against palms. His mind began to wander. Perpaps Marie went to her sisters and now, in vengeful fury, he was going to see his life ended with him totally in the nude. Although he had been given a small strip of cloth in his sleep that covered only his most private areas, this was still far from a dignified way to go, and certainly...the door opened. Edd closed and put his hands over his eyes, not wanting to see the end come. He then cracked his hands and stole a small peek when he heard the door close and lock. There was somebody in the room with him this time. He hazarded a guess.

>>74146
"Marie?"

"Nice try, smarty-guy." The voice was ululating with a familiar drawl and slight lisp. He blanched.

"May?!"

"Guess you're the brains after all." Edd opened his eyes. At the foot of the bed, wearing a pink tank-top and blazing red shorts was May Kanker. Edd tried to divert the conversation, both at the girl and in his own mind, away from what seemed to be the obvious.

"Where...where is Eddy? And Ed? Tell me they're safe!" She rolled her eyes and grabbed the edge of the bed. Her lean caused the loose shirt to hang down, exposing her chest to him. He averted his eyes as best he could.

"They broke loose. Lee can't tie knots!" Her answer was nonchalant, as if it was merely the distraction that it was. "But enough about them, let's talk about you, lover boy."

"Lover boy?" he asked, fooling himself.

"Ah, c'mon! Dontcha remember, last Valentine's Day?" It was a memory Edd had fought to suppress, although that fighting was now all for naught. After a series of almost comical mixups, Edd and May were convinced that they had feelings for each other, only to be separated by their respective counterparts.

"But May," he stuttered, "surely you must remember that that was simply a mistake!" She retained an ear-to-ear smile.

"I don't think THAT'S a mistake, hunk," she said pointing. Edd looked down and noticed the cloth that shielded his lower self was now peaked with the workings of his erection. He blushed, turning his face cherry red. He reached up and pushed it down. May crawled onto the bed on all fours, showing her breasts to the fullest, and shaking her rear like a jungle cat. Edd tightened his grip, and was surprised when May continued her prowling crawl and brought her mouth up to his ear.

"Aw, you felt somethin' that day." With that, she began pecking and suckling on Edd's neck and shoulder. As she inched her way down, licking and nibbling his chest, Edd felt his grip loosen slightly. She slowly made her way back up, her offset teeth giving her love bites an animal passion. He looked down and saw the swathe of her golden blonde hair swaying gently left and right, with small patches of it clumping with her sweat. The shocks of sensual feeling with each nip drove him further and further out of his senses, and into the deep, warm waters of his own desire. After a few more unbearable moments, Edd reached a hand from the cloth and cupped May's chin. She twitched in surprise, but let him lead her face to his. He whispered back, low as to be almost inaudible, "I want to feel it again." May's eyes almost teared up as their eyes closed and they locked themselves together. For minutes, their kiss remained, their feelings, long since locked away, poured to the fore, coupled now with the intensity of lovers. May ran her hands across Edd's body, feeling every taut muscle, every inch of smooth flesh. One hand errantly reached for the cloth, but stayed there once it had landed. She could feel him, more than a handful, through the cloth. Edd, not wishing to rush this sensation any more than his blistering want demanded, reached up with his hand and clutched May by the shoulder. He pressed the straps of the ineffectual shirt to her body and pulled them down her arms, both pinning her arms to her side, and allowing him to feel with his fingertips May's delicately pale flesh. Her breasts, while perhaps not as large as Marie's, were tipped with readied nipples, the loose fabric and sensual atmosphere having excited them to firmness already. Keeping May firmly pinned, Edd broke their kiss and began to kiss and peck, as May had done, down her neck and onto her body.

>>74147
When Edd reached her breasts, he showed no mercy. He licked and suckled the tender flesh, lolling his tongue around her areola, and slipping the nipple through his teeth. He found he could brace her stiff tip between his teeth and rock his tongue side to side, causing her to grunt and grimace from the wonderful feeling. He could feel her chest heave as her breathing grew faster. Her body would tremble now and again as new sensations overwhelmed her. May lifted her arms out of the shirt Edd had restrained her with and ducked them under the cloth. Edd's heart skipped once as her fingertips cradled his stiff piece. The sudden gasp of air he took in was ice cold against her breast, stiffening it even further. She began toying with it, stroking it left and then right. Side to side. Up and down. Eventually, she could bear the lustful tongue lashing no more and she pulled back. Their eyes locked only for a moment before she ducked down and lifted the cloth up. May had never seen a boys part before. Of course she had heard the lewd talk, the bawdy references, and the banana jokes, but none of them could hold a candle to the sight which she now was experiencing. It wasn't a spectacle, nothing that any layperson could call miraculous, but to May, seeing the love organ of the man she wanted gave it a quality of mystery. It seemed to pulse and twitch in an odd rhythm with his heartbeat. She smiled.

Edd was losing it. Really losing it. He was prepared to do things to May that not even a day ago he would have flatly denied. And likely run. But now, as her hot, fast breath washed over his member, Edd could think of nothing more than how he'd like her to...she did. It began with a twitch, a feeling he almost shrugged off as just another part of him rebelling. But then it happened again. Then again. The slick contact of skin against skin told him that May was sliding her tongue against his part. He couldn't see anything. He didn't want to. Underneath the cloth and May's shining hair, Edd could only dream of what was happening to him. Only he didn't have to dream. May's confidence grew, and she began to run her tongue from the base of his part to the very tip, lashing her tongue around the head. Edd couldn't stifle a moan, and May continued, invigorated.

She began to wrap her lips around him, starting with his tip and then, slowly than one could notice, began moving her head down, flailing her tongue inside her mouth as she did so. Edd would jerk to and fro, insensate from the pleasure. As he did as such, May reached down with her hand and began caressing herself, touching her moistening slit through the tight cotton shorts. Edd, through the fog of lust, noticed, and began running his hands down her back, quickly moving his hands down to caress her rear. This had the bonus of pushing her in slightly without her noticing. Edd kneaded her bottom, but found his fingers inexorably finding themselves between the tight-fitting shorts, rubbing against her unprotected petals. Every time he'd find them, May would buck forward slightly in reaction, pushing herself deeper down onto him. Edd began to use this to his advantage, thrusting his hips forward and playing with her lips, until a steady movement formed.

>>74149

"Not so fast..." she said, her voice breaking with the rapid pace of her breathing. Edd was incredulous. The pressure welling up within him was titanic; there was no way he could simply stop now. Something, buried deep within his psyche, the nagging voice that had guided him with clarity and wisdom for years, said nothing. It was not that it offered some other, acceptable alternative that he could ruminate upon...it simply shut up. Edd's look glazed over for a moment, but in their sweaty ecstacy, May could hardly tell. Then, in an instant, Edd grasped May by the shoulders again. She cooed and puffed out her chest, ready for more of the nibbling and suckling. What she was not ready for was when Edd, the calm, reserved, patient member of the group, suddenly spun her around and began reaching for the elastic of her shorts.

May said nothing, too shocked by his forwardness and her own want to complain. Edd had leaned forward to get a better grasp of May's shorts. She could feel him poking her even through the thin cotton. She wondered what it would feel like when he...the shorts came down with forceful precision. As he grasped her hips, May took one of his arms and turned her head to look at him. She was slightly alarmed by what she saw. The man preparing to take her womanhood was hardly the epitome of caution she was used to. There was a fierce look in his eyes, almost inhuman. Perhaps any other day, she might have been frightened by the sight. Now, however, she was fully ready to take him in, something she had fantasized many a night over since that fateful February.

Edd shifted his knees, bringing his head within inches of May's slit. He didn't even need to see, her warmth being guide enough. He slid his piece in between the folds of her silken petals, slickening his rod. May grunted softly and tried to push forward. Edd reaffirmed his grasp of her and pulled her back, the motion pushing him inside of her, his head disappearing within. May closed her eyes as it happened. She gripped the sheets with a clenched fist as her virginhead was taken from her, the quick pain fluttering in her for only a moment. There was no stopping Edd as he was now, and woe betide any who would try. As he leaned forward, burying his shaft into the young blonde girl in front of him, Edd felt the fuzzy haze of lust become a comforting cloud on inhibition. Feeling her warm rear pat against his waist, Edd held on tightly, pulling her as deeply as he could onto him with their first thrust. May let go of Edd's arm and buried her head into the sheets.

>>74150
Hot. That was what his shaft told him. She was very hot now that she was his. Tight. That was what his head told him. She was tight as he was her first. Wet. That was what both told him. She was entirely slick because she wanted him. As he pulled out an agonizingly sensual inch at a time, he understood that he wanted her as well. And he would have her. Again, and again he would have her. Every time the word entered his mind, he thrusted forward, forcing himself into her welcoming body over and over. It wasn't quite the loving passion that he first felt with Marie, it was more...animalistic. A moment after his rumination, May began to slowly rise. He couldn't allow that, and placed his hands on her back, forcing her back down. Using the placement as a fulcrum, he began thrusting faster and harder, and her legs began to spread as she could no longer hold herself up in the wake of such wild love. She reached one of her hands, now too tired to even grip the sheets, down to the top of her slit, stimulating herself as was her custom. Taking this as an affront to his newly minted prowess, Edd grabbed the arm with unusual force and pulled it away. May moaned in between her pacing breaths, but Edd either couldn't hear it or didn't react.

Suddenly he grasped her across her stomach like a wrestler and, true to such a form, pulled her up and placed himself on bottom, with her on top as if he were merely standing behind her, their bodies still connected. Edd could feel and hear her breathe. She was sweating deeply, just the exertion of staying upright nearly draining her. That was his job, something inside of his reminded him. With that, he went to work. One hand reached up to her breasts and began to fondle their delicate softness, flicking and twisting the now fully erect nipples. The other reached down to where they met. He shifted his fingers left and right, reaching and probing for...he found it. Though May couldn't see it, a savage grin crept over his face. He slowed his pace, as fast as it already was, savoring her sweet smell, feeling the cooling flick of her blonde hair as it moved across his glistening body. Just as May began to relax, he dove in with his fingers, twitching and poking her button. At the moment her body tensed, he redoubled his thrusts, her newfound tightness more ecstatic than he could have imagined.

May couldn't hold up to this barrage of sensation. Peeps and whimpers became fully fledged moans as he pistoned himself within her and had his way with her most sensitive place. Her every muscle gave way to spasming without any sort of rhythm or pace, the inchoate lust removing all semblence of control. Her breathing became ragged through the gasping and moaning she was doing. Suddenly, her muscles began contracting with a hint of regularity. Something was happening to her, unfamiliar, yet welcome. It fluttered in her stomach and reached down to her loins. Soon it felt as if her body was flooded with electricity as her every muscle tightened at once. She reached down and gripped Edd as tightly as she could in her compromising position. She could hear Edd's sharp, forced breathing, his head brought down onto her shoulder. Then, with the incredible exertion her lust had put upon her coming back to take their toll, May entered the realm of unconsciousness, completely contented. Edd, however,was far from finished.

>>74151
He felt May come, as foreign as that term was to him. What he did know was that her womb suddenly gripped his part with an inescapable deathclutch that felt so incomparably good he felt words could only be paltry imitations. Then, like a puppet cut away from it's strings, May's nude body went slack and her breathing began to slow back to a rate of normalcy. His heart, however, was still racing, the experience of sex still fresh in his mind. He knew he could keep going. And he did. As May went lifeless in his arms, Edd rolled her onto the bed. She was like a work of art, with her golden hair splayed out across the bed and over her closed eyes. It seemed almost criminal to disturb such a beautiful sight. Almost. Collecting May's legs, he connected them at the knees and lifted them up into the air, her lower legs dangling uselessly in her unconsciousness. Still pulsing with desire, Edd moved himself forward quickly, no longer needing to be concerned with the formalities of lovemaking. As he thrust himself back inside of May, Edd began his own end.

True love existed, Edd thought. That night, as tasted his first experience of sex with Marie, he understood this to be true. As they were coupled together but for the briefest moment of their lives, an eternity of understanding went between them. That was love. This, he realized as he slapped his thighs against May's behind, was not love. It was lust, pure and unadulterated. She had wanted her first encounter, and Edd had given it to her. As much as Valentine's Day had meant, it was meaningless in this. Wrapping his arms around her legs, Edd continued thrusting, unconcerned with her feelings towards the matter. Eventually it wasn't enough, and, while considerably pleasurable, couldn't bring him to the climax he demanded. He split apart her damp legs and, in a single fluid motion, placed himself firmly on top of her, cradling her head in his arms and began thrusting, much more satisfied with the deepness and intensity he could bring to bear.

Sound began to fade into nothingness. All he could hear was his own paced breaths, the rhythmic pat of their bodies connecting, and May's forced exhalation. The pressure continued building. Edd gripped a handful of her hair and clenched it tightly. He kissed her neck to stifle his own moan as he released inside of her, the feeling like a tidal wave. He could feel the thick fluid rushing through her no-longer virgin womb, his finishing thrusts compacting it as tightly as he could within her. As he pulled out for the last time, he brought himself up with the last reserves of his strength. He saw the thick white liquid flow out of her, and collapsed. With his final seconds of consciousness, Edd kissed May softly on the cheek and rested his arm across her, the blackness once more taking him in like an old friend.

That's all for now. Lee could be coming before the night is over with.

>>74135 In b4 trollface.

DD's harrowing tale takes a turn for the interesting

Hours went by like seconds in Edd's mind. He couldn't remember much in the dreamlike state he was in. Don't do it, a voice within him said, don't remember. Like a warm breeze, his arm moved somewhere in the distance. Was he dead? Edd didn't know. Another feeling, hot and firm. The sensation was familiar. He was being cleaned. Perhaps he was dead, and this was some sort of limbo where he would drift endlessly. The sensation moved down his chest, a few memories came back. A school bus, embarrassment, a lake. As the warmth moved lower and lower down his body, more memories. Fear. Dark shapes moving in the woods, his friends lost to horros unseen. Like sand moving down a doomsday hourglass, the memories flooded back in. Chains, girls laughing, girls...the feeling reached the end. All of the last day came back to him in a cascade of moans and labored breath. The unfathomable things he had done came rushing into his mind unbidden, and threatened to pull him into a place where...he woke up.

Edd stared up at the ceiling, seeing the near-collapsing material sag down at him, as if it too were trapped here and wanted him to release it. He felt cold. Looking, he found he was still naked, but at least somebody had the good decency to wash him. Marie? With that thought, he began devising ways to get out of this sexual gulag. Perhaps a makeshift pin made out of a bedspring would undo his manacles? Before he could bring about any more internal discourse, the door, harbinger as it was, filtered in more noise. The voices were raised now. There were three, and all of them he could now recall. Marie and May were heatedly arguing with who had to be Lee, leader of the Kanker sisters. What they were specifically saying was lost behind the ill-painted wooden door, but clearly someone was angry. He almost began approaching the door to gain a better vantage when suddenly a fight broke out. The trailer swayed and rocked back and forth as the melee he couldn't see progressed. Animal yowls and screams beckoned from the door. After a horrifying minute, the sounds stopped. Then, like the painfully bad horror films Ed was wont to see, plodding, heavy footsteps approached the door. Edd wished there was at least the cloth strip to hide himself behind now. As the door creaked open, Edd could feel only terror.

>>74245

Entering the room, her thick curls of red hair glinting like hellfire in the dusky glow of the room, was Lee Kanker.

"I hear you did some things to my sisters, bighead!" the intensity of her voice was umistakable. Edd crawled back away from her as far as his chains would allow him to. Instead of the sultry crawl her sisters had used, Lee walked straight upon the bed, her feet creaking the overtaxed springs. She stalked forward, her lip upturned in disdain and anger. Edd tried to back away further, but he hit the wall, literally and metaphorically. Lee wrapped her gauntlet-like hand around his neck and lifted him up so that their faces were mere centimeters apart. Although her eyes remained permantly obscured by her curled locks, Edd could feel them burning through his soul like a high-induction plasma cutter. She grinned with her crooked teeth, like the smile of a tiger before it devoured its' catch. Edd braced for the welts and bruises to come, but was taken aback when the only thing he felt strike him were Lee's lips against his own.

"You saved the best for last, Double-D..."

Edd was mortified. More? After all he had been put through already? Couldn't she understand he was growing tired and sore from the near-constant lovemaking? She didn't care, of that much he was certain, when her kiss broke and she chokeslammed him into the bed. He instinctively covered his nudity, as pointless a gesture as that seemed to be.

"Been waitin' for this," she said with a glint of malign satisfaction. As Edd cowered away from the older girl, she popped the button on her shin-length jeans and tugged them off. Underwear seemed to be a rare commodity amongst the Kankers, as even Lee lacked them. From his low vantage, Edd could see Lee was already prepared for what was going to happen. The small tuft of scorching hair on her pubice was glinting with moistness, although she warped her finger around the area for good measure. She got onto her knees and, with a deft brutality, opened Edd's closed legs and pinned them with her own knees. Needing only one hand, she removed his protecting hands from his genitals. Perhaps from the simple fear response, he wasn't engorged. Her scowl reappeared.

"No good, boy toy, I'm gettin' mine too!"

Lee grasped his piece in a grip that wasn't entirely pleasant. She began tugging it gracelessly as Edd, entirely too frightened to resist or call out, simply grunted or yelped as either the natural feeling of it pleased him, or her abusive manhandling brought him pain. He could feel himself unwillingly enlarge as she continued to stimulate him. There was no foreplay, not the soft lovebites or gentle caresses. Lee hadn't even removed her shirt. Lee stopped ended her ministrations and looked down, her sidelong smirk indicating she was happy with the results. Kicking a freckled leg over him, Lee showed Edd her posterior as she reversed her position.

"Girly mag says it feels better when I aint' lookin' atcha." Without any ceremony, without the soft tenderness or understood passionate quickness, or anything approaching kindness, Lee dropped herself onto his shaft. She had no maidenhead, likely it had been taken by herself at some point. Instead there was simply hot wetness, and the sensation that needed no love to be felt. And there was no love. As Lee began to moan and coo to herself, she began reciting names that weren't Edd's.

that's all so far... right now original thread on 4chan is autosaging with the Lee story still incomplete.

>>74248
It's not auto sageing yet. We still have a few posts left. I'm trying to get him to move over here.

>>74249
More's being added, quick, someone copy it over!

Of all the indignities...kidnapped, embarassed, humiliated, and now even raped. While he was certainly not expecting his first experience to be anything like what it was, there was still, in the end, consent. Even with May, he found himself wanting it on a base level. He simply couldn't say no to her adorable mannerisms or her lithe body. He was being denied everything now, simply to satiate Lee's sexual cravings. She began pushing down on him faster now, her lower body now smacking against him, and he could feel her internal fluids flowing down to the base of his member. She had come, and he hadn't even known it. Unlike her sisters, who fell into a loving peacefulness with him, she simply continued. At this point, it was getting hard not to do the same. His legs began tensing in their familiar way and he began to heave out heavy sighs every few thrusts. When he reached to instinctively grasp Lee's thighs, she smacked them away.

"Don't even think about finishin', twiggy! I ain't done!"

Denied. All of his life, Edd's was a life of denial. He didn't fight, didn't curse, he kept his P's and Q's in strict order, and was the penultimate in enviable behavior. He refused fatty foods, even when he knew full well how utterly delicious they would taste. He didn't disrespect even obnoxious adults and even though he was the typical brains behind most of Eddy's half-cocked schemes, it was both as advisor and moral counselor. In everything he had shown restraint, and now for what? To be denied even his most primal of urgings even when they were being stimulated to their utmost? As he felt the slick tightness of Lee's womb sliding across his rod, every bounce and thrust seemed to tighten a string in his mind. Every mismatched name, every refusal of even his existence in the matter wound it beyond fraying. With this, the refusal of even his need to climax to relieve the unbearable pressure building below, the string broke. Edd, the quiet and unassuming one, snapped.

Using her bobbing, grunting insertions as cover, Edd lifted himself up so that he was staring at the back of Lee's head. He waited. This final exercise in holding back would be worth it in his mind. At last, Lee spoke up, her lackwitted drawl only adding to his ire.

"You... fall asleep... back there?" she asked through her lifting and falling masturbatory session. With one icy word, Edd replied,

"No." Lee's bouncing slowed dramatically. Before she could turn around, Edd had grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her arms and eyes, blinding and immobilizing her. In a single, deathly precise motion, Edd forced Lee face down onto the mattress, and pinned the back of her knees with his own. While he wasn't perhaps as physically powerful as the Kanker, he knew enough about pressure points across the body to ensure that she would regret moving against him. She struggled though, twinging against the unexpected pain of doing so. She spewed exotic curse words his analytic brain nearly collapsed in trying to comprehend and collect. He looked down at her exposed, freckled body, watching it twist and twitch, furiosly attempting to elude his hold. How the tables have turned, bitch. For a moment, his eyes glazed over and he looked up. Did he actually just say that, if even in his mind? Looking down, and seeing the cruel thing beneath him, a smile almost unwillingly etched itself across his face. Oh yes...yes he did.

He pondered what he should do, if but for the briefest of moments. He could quickly render her unconscious, and make good his escape. But then what? More fear? More uncertainty? No, he thought. Something had to happen. After a moment he stopped and laughed to himself lightly, although it was lost amidst the stream of vulgarity coming from Lee. It was so simple. Edd leaned over, using his weight precisely to keep her restrained. Using a jerking tug, he pulled her enrobed hands back over her head, police style. This gave him the opportunity to hold her down single-handedly. His other hand grasped his throbbing piece, still slick from Lee's orgasm. It begged for vengeance with each pulse in his hand. He wouldn't deny it. Taking his time, a sort of throwback to his earlier state of mind, he traced the tip of his member across her buttocks, making lazy circles that excited him in an entirely new way. Lee, on the other hand, froze. It told him all he needed to: she got the message. He could hear her bawdy obscenity blur into plaintive begging. Resting his smaller self on one of her cheeks and spread one of them ever so slightly. After a cursory glance, he positioned himself exactly where he wanted to be. Edd leaned over and whispered into the bundle of clothing where he suspected her ear would be.

"Been waitin' for this, too."

Without love, without passion, without mercy, Edd plunged in. Lee's own fluids made the act doable, but it was still repressively tight. Lee shrieked, muffled as it was under the shirt and mattress. It didn't stop after the first, either, a cacophanous collection of cries and begging pleas. They fell on wholly deaf ears. He retracted himself, and waited, just long enough for her unwelcoming hole to recover enough to make his next unwarranted thrust as excruciating as possible. He continued this for more than a dozen times. Actually, he noted with grim satisfaction as he forced himself inside her once again with a flourish of her cries, that was his thirty-seventh. At his fortieth, Edd could find he couldn't bear the pressure, along with the unnatural tightness of Lee's anus. He stopped his sadistic pacing and began thrusting with a steady rate, although it was still had to have been nightmarish for Lee. At last, his thrusts lost their rhythm and he loosed within her, feeling his motions become much easier with the added lubrication. Curiously, he noted that he was still erect. Perhaps it truly DID want revenge, after all. He continued for many more minutes, until he noticed that Lee had stopped screaming and, in fact, made no noise at all. Of all the luck, he thought dryly, she had passed out.

Slowly, carefully, Edd removed his hand from the pinning grasp of Lee's head. No response. He made sure that she was still breathing when he undid his lock with his knees. She was. He stole a bobby pin from her now matted hair, somewhat less lustrous now, and undid his shackles. The flesh was deeply marked, but would heal. He found his clothes at the foot of the bed, unfolded, crumpled. Dressing himself quickly, he opened the door. Looking into the main room of the trailer, he saw Marie and May, unconscious from Lee's prior beating. Stepping deftly over them, Edd opened the door and exited, exhilarated, refreshed, a new man. Double-D wasn't quite Double-D anymore, but in his mind, he was now something far better.

END

Kankers are done... Expect Sarah or Nazz next.

>>74258
I hope the Kankers aren't done yet.

>>74265
>>74266

Already added these. Please delete.

He's heading overhear to post his other stories
Also Do something about these please.
>>74266
>>74265

Writer here. So, I take it that posts on this thing can be a lot longer than on 4chan?

>>74269
Pretty much yeah. Also longer bump limit so no worries about getting too long.

>>74269
WELCOME, WELCOME!

Ah, I'll just take my seat here and wait for the show to begin

>>74257
Very nice. Though i was expecting a threesome at the end. Oh well. Maybe another story for another day.

>>74269

Yeah the oldest thread on /pco/ is from June.

>>74269

Yes. Feel free to explore around the site a bit when you're done writefagging. Its a pretty nice community.

Thanks, all. So, did we every decide on whether it should be Nazz or Sarah first?

>>74276
I would prefer Sarah but it's really your choice.

I think the vote was for Sarah.

I think it was Sarah which is fine. She has a mean streak but she has a crush on DD, which could be very interesting.

Huh, much better consensus. Sarah we go.

>looks up from keyboard

Would it be in bad form to also post this on 4chan if I'm so inclined?

I liked the Kanker story but i was kinda hoping it would end like this. Oh well there's always next time.

>>74281
That's fine. Do you want me to make an op?

>>74283
Hrm. Wait until I've gotten the next story started for a few paragraphs. I'll give you guys the premier for being so damnably awesome.

>>74284
Alright! Sounds like a plan

>>74284

Wicked... we get cool shit, they get sloppy seconds.

On a sidenote, I suggest namefagging, writer-dude, just to help us keep track of stuff here.

>>74287
Hrm, I have no clue what my trip should be. Sorry, I'm getting addicted to this Jeremy Kyle guy from the UK. Jerry Springer with a British accent. Loving it.

>>74288
Hell, call yourself Eddie Riggs, Joe Green, or fuckin' Batman for all I care, it doesn't really matter, so long as you keep writing.

>>74288

You could name yourself Jeremy Kyle then. It isn't like it matters, you can just turn off your trip when you're done writefagging and pick up a new trip if you wanna go back to tripfagging.

>>74288
AMBER ADULT ENTERTAINER

All right so when will we see the first few paragraphs?

did he leave?

>>74330

Didn't leave. Slept again. I did write the first few paragraphs, though. I'll be posting after noon.

>>74332

still waiting...

>>74368

Don't rush him dude, it isn't like he is doing this shit for free.

>>74332

Good sir, are you by any chance the one who also penned the Vicky x Timmy story?

Regardless, this belongs in a museum, and I would be more than interested in supporting your professional writing endeavors, or even self-published efforts on Kindle.

>>74372
No I am not, but I'm not against doing one. Actually I'm pretty open about what I write, as long as the couple is 'canon'. True, the majority of stories I'm doing don't adhere to this law, my first was.

>>74380
How do you feel about parings that have the "potential" to be "cannon

Pic related

>>74383
If I had qualms about it, I wouldn't have posted the other two stories now, would I have :D

And I'm not going to waste your good time with any more excuses or apologies. I'm still writing this, and I will have it put to pluschan by tonight. It's almost become a slight against me as a person, in my head, if I don't do it...any other writefags get that way?

I supposed the PEN IS mightier than the sword...

>>74383
Go ahead and take your time. We can be a pretty patient bunch when we want to. Also we might have something to discuss after the DD series is done.

>>74380
Such a choice of words does beg the question, however... what IS "canon" to you?

>>74394
Generally it's an understood concept rather than a thing written in stone. Unless it IS written down, i.e. the Kids Next Door sendoff. And yes, to answer your question, I have done some of that.

It's understood that the Ed's are to be paired with their Kanker counterparts, but it's still fun to put them together with other characters. Of course, some characters aren't shown having any kind of preference because they're depicted as being too young to make such choices, i.e. Timmy Turner. It's mostly ambiguous, which is great for artists and writers because they can do what they will without fear of repercussions because no one side has the majority opinion.

On the other hand, if you were to write or draw Arnold/...redheaded girl whose name escapes me at the moment, with the mindset that it's canon, you'd likely be rebuked since it's pretty firmly established that it's Helga and him. And yes...I've done stuff of them as well.

TL;DR?
"I couldn't explain it to you, but I know it when I see it!"

>>74396

Good... glad to hear you're not one of those rabid canon-is-set-in-stone-and-is-immutable-as-the-word-of-God-Himself rabid Fan Dumb types. Those are major assholes.

What about "subtext" pairings, where stuff isn't openly stated as a part of canon (usually due to being controversial/same-sex pairings), but implied-as-true/hinted-at-possible through use of subtle vague details? Such as Harley/Ivy or Kim/Shego?

>>74397
I can definitely get behind Ivy/Harley. Hell, Timm nearly made it canon with the boodles of fanservice. But Kim/Shego? No. Ron/Kim? Yes. I do draw a line somewhere.

Not that I'm AGAINST writing Kim/Shego, I simply refuse to accept the theory.

>>74257

Alright! As promised, work has begun on the next story featuring Sarah. I kindly ask you grant me one writer's convenience: I can't figure out how to put the other Ed's in this, so please assume they're either still captured and May was lying, or assume they escaped together to sate some slash writer's pen...

Finding his way back home wasn't particularly difficult for Edd. A simple triangulation using the sun and the city water tower was all that it took to get him as far as he could from the trailer park. He walked with a new gait, befitting his hard-earned confidence. He no longer pushed out his elbows to maintain perfect posture, the futility of such an act finally dawning upon him. The work-expectancy of the human spine was finite, and his meager attempts to delay the inevitable were rather pointless. Sad, really, he thought as he finally reached pavement. To think that living by so many rules probably decreased his life expectancy from so much undue stress simply to maintain an unattainable affect of perfection? It hardly seemed possible with his new outlook. Eventually the cul-de-sac loomed in the horizon, welcoming with its promise of a life newly found. Edd walked to his house, but found he was not the only one trying to gain entry.

>>74434
At first, Edd couldn't make the diminutive figure out due to the heat-haze of the summer air. As he approached, his view became clearer, and noticed that Sarah was standing in front of his door, a handful of books in her grasp. This wasn't so odd, she had been taking tutoring from him in the past at the Principal's request, which he had acceded to. What was unusual was her attire for the matter: Sarah was dressed in a form-fitting one-piece bathing suit, neon red with yellowed zags. It seemed to already have been used, as the sun glinted over the natural curves of her wet body, and her luminescent red hair was stuck together in dangling strands. She appeared to have overheard his footsteps, as she turned in his direction and waved. He returned the gesture and approached.

>>74439
"Hello, Sarah," he said, without his usually nasal and unnecessarily cheerful manner. Calm was the word Edd would use if he were to be asked to describe it. The girl looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Hey, Double-D, it's time for my natural science lesson, and I just got back from the pool, okay?" Edd caught the scent of chlorine in the air, and nodded. He opened the door, and Sarah walked in first. Absently he noticed, as she ascended the stairs to his room, how her suit moulded perfectly inside her...oh dear. Not now, Edd demanded. Before, he had allowed a modicum of internal dialogue to guide his decisions in such matters, but now he took a strong command. Sarah was his friend's sister. True, she always seemed to show him the most affection of any boy in town, that still couldn't excuse thinking of that sort. A diversion, that's what he needed. Assured of his prognosis, he also climbed the stairs and entered his room.

>>74440

Inside his room, Sarah was sitting half-lotus on the floor in the center of the room forgoing the desk, as was her usual fashion. Her book was open, and she was dutifully awaiting his instruction, likely more interested in just hearing him speak than actually gaining any knowledge. Edd sat beside Sarah and looked at the book. Basic human structures. Simple enough, he thought.

"This is my skull. And these are my elbows, and this is my stomach," as Sarah did this, she took Edd's hand and, gripping his index finger, placed them over each part. She was a very visual learner, and Edd typically was very facilitating, ensuring she grasped the concepts. Now, however, he was growing very uncomfortable. Legs, arms, back, shoulders. Each one of them received a touch from Edd. While to Sarah these were merely helpful confirmations, to Edd, it seemed like a cruel joke. He had just been through one of the strangest sexual trysts he would ever remember, and now he was being made to touch the wet, partially exposed body of his friend's sister. As soon as he was sure Sarah had been confirmed, he would jerk back his finger as if her body were somehow molten. Once again against his conscious train of thought, he noticed that the only thing molten about her was her runnels of slick, radiant hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Hey, Edd?" He nearly startled. How long was he thinking about not thinking? When she had his eye contact, she continued. "I don't mean to be mean, but you kinda smell." Sarah, as she usually did during longer sessions, had started curling up close to him, sometimes 'accidentally' resting her head against him. He looked over at the bathroom door. It was left slightly ajar to allow steam to escape from when it was last used. As ideas and possibilities streamed in unbidden into his mind, the crack became a sloped grin, laughing at his inability to control his own urges. A thought almost escaped his mind as he tried to suppress his base desires. What had he gained by acting on these...very bad urges. The first time he gave in, he found true love. The second, he found closure. In the last, he had found power. Sofar, not a bad average result. Still, the warring factions within his conscious argued, even if he wanted to act on this impulse, there'd be no way for him to do so without being discovered. Not unless there was a way for him to...the door. Where first the door to his bathroom was chastising him bemusedly for his failings, it now looked like the smile of an old, misunderstood friend ironically smiling as it said 'I told you so'.


sorry about the last, one paragraph, posts. If I stop to correct them now, my train of thought will derail like a bullet train passing next to a fireworks warehouse.

>>74442
"You know, it's not a good idea to let that chlorine stay on your skin for long," he advised. She peeled back the front of her suit and looked down. Edd cast a sidelong glance, not seeing much except glistening flesh.

"You mean I could dry out or peel?" her concern was genuine. Edd could speak no wrong, to her at least.

"Yeah," he lied. True, chlorine wasn't exactly something humans were meant to be exposed to, but a little pool water never hurt anybody.

"Well, I guess I better go then," Sarah replied downtroddenly. Just as she was getting herself up, Edd raised a hand, grasping her just at her inner thigh.

"No need, I have a fully working wash facility here." Sarah mulled this over for less than a few seconds.

"Okay!" was all she said as she loped into the bathroom. Edd followed behind her, closing the door, and locking it in a single, fluid motion that an unaware person wouldn't have noticed. Sarah's look was quizzical. The straps of her suit were already over her shoulders. "Double-D? What are you doing in here?" It took him only a moment to think of something suitable.

"You said it yourself that I don't smell so good, right?" She nodded. "Then I guess that I have to take a shower too. Additionally, it would be highly more efficient, since we both need showers, that we take it together." He waited, expecting his on-the-spot reasoning to fall apart in front of her. It didn't. Instead, as if it were now only as common sense as breathing, she began peeling back the damp material of the suit and dropped it on the floor with a wet thud. Edd saw everything now: her tan that shaped in line with her bathing suit, her body so thin and lithe from her playing that her delicate ribs showed if ever so slightly from her smooth chest. The cold and stimulation from moving the suit about had seemed to harden her small nipples. Below her flat, pale stomach, Edd could see the ridge of her womanhood, which terminated in a slit that he could barely glimpse at this angle. She sauntered over to the front of the shower and began adjusting the temperature. The way she bent over and stood on her toes to reach the knobs accentuated her rear and gave him an even more tantalizing look at her small slit. He was tugging off his clothing now. It was smelly, he realized. His clothes had absorbed some of the pheremonal sex scent that had accumulated during his euphoric encarceration. The scents brought memories back to him, and they wanted to be repeated.

Must sleep. Promise more. Dignity as writer not lost. Grammar going into the land of the 70's sci-fi trope.

>>74444
No worries.

Will we get a few paragraphs tonight, Jeremy?

So Jeremy took the night off?

>>74536
Yes I did. I got a little burnt, and I can only blame myself for that. Having said that, I'm back on the ball, and will have the story completed tonight.

For those of you counting at home, that likely means it'll be finished sometime around 4 in the morning, as I'm something of a notorious night-owl.

Also, here's a list of other shows/movies I've done works on, if anyone would like me to copypasta them. They were written under a different name than Jeremy Kyle, but you can tell by the writing style that it's still me. Here's the list:

Ben 10
Foster's Home
Kids Next Door
The Incredibles
Inuyasha (yeah yeah, not /co/, but it was a commish)
West Side Story
Shaolin Showdown
The Great Mouse Detective

I also wrote another story or two, but they're wholly unrelated.

>>74557
lol at the West side Story. Honestly if you can copy pasta them all or provide a link to your work. I'm sure they will be a decent read (And if not ill hush my mouth, unless you want critique). BTW how much is a commish?

Again welcome to /pco/ I hope you enjoy your stay. Have a good one.

>>74562
I'm a remarkably cheap date. If I like your idea well enough, it's gratis.

>>74557
I'd like to see your KND and Foster's. Also when you finish your story I have a few ideas to float by you.

>>74568
Lol how cheap is cheap Mr. Kyle? Any place I can go to see your previous work?

>>74573
Sure, I have to work right now, but when I start working on the end of the Sarah arc, I'll post up my other stories immediately following.

How much do you feel like paying? And that's not in the manner of 'GIMME WHATCHA GOT!', I'm seriously asking how much you feel a story of mine would be worth, perfectly edited (i.e., no grammatical errors like I'm starting to notice when I reread these things)?

As long as I've seen it (played it, etc.) I can write it. I have some gimme's as far as fetishism is concerned. If it's considered a 'light' deviation, like spanking or even 'wholesome' bondage is concerned, sure. Sick stuff, like gore and scat, isn't happening. Just make your case, and if it's reasonably convincing, I'm pretty loosey goosey.

>>74586
I dunno depends on alot of factors- but given the current quality- I guess 10 dollars- I will say this though. It would be the first commish I ever requested- so I do not know the going rates.

>>74601
10 is more than generous, IMO.

>>74586

Not the other anon, but I do think you definitely should consider self-publishing (original material) on a digital platform such as the Amazon Kindle. A few freebies to establish your name, then some short stories at a low price point, then maybe a small short story collection.

I work in publishing (manga, not prose, sorry), and everyone tells me erotica is quite popular on the Kindle and Nook, but most of it is geared towards women. Male or couples-oriented erotica is potentially an open field.

A long time ago, cheap porn novels were a pretty big business. I knew TV show writers who would whip up something raunchy during the show's off-season. And they were relatively well-written, too. The market went away for a while, but Kindle/digital publishing seems to be ushering in a Renaissance of sorts. You should give it a shot. Even if not profitable, it should be rather fun, and a learning experience for working with Amazon.

Also, lovely stories. Very enjoyable.

>>74602
Excellent. If I was to commission a story from you; how would I be able to pay you?

>>74568

So can this be an idea thread? We can pitch you ideas and stuff?

Because I was sort of considering making a bit of a continuation of the Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy movie. Remember when the Kankers dragged Eddy's brother into his trailer and mentioned giving him mouth-to-mouth?

I kind of thought a Kanker Sisters+Eddy's brother rape fic might be cool. I'm not much into reverse rape, but I thought others might like it.

>>74631
Hrm, decent question. Is there any way to send funds anonymously? Frankly, I've never contemplated the matter.

>>74636
Sure, just ask me after the story is done tonight, or else my trains of thought will Amtrak. Speaking of which, I'd better get started :D

>>74642
I look forward to seeing the sarah conclusion. As far as payment methods go.
Money Orders, Checks, UPS/USPS, PayPal and i believe so forth and so forth. There are ways.

>>74444
IT. IS. COMPLETE! I'm going to run some tests to see how long +4 can go before cancelling.

Edd pulled down his underwear, which were tented by his erection. He grasped it as if it were alive and fighting against him. Perhaps it was, all things considered. It had tasted the sweet flesh of a girl and it was spoiled on the luxurious feeling. He breathed out deeply, calming himself. If he was going to continue to satiate these urges, then he would do well to at least do so properly. Steam had already begun to accumulate in the room, and it fanned out at him as he pulled the curtain aside. Inside, Sarah was standing dutifully in the back, wet from her prior swimming, but still untouched by the stream of hot water flowing from the spout. She anticipated her question with eagerness.

"It's your bathroom, Edd, you first!" He couldn't help but smile. This was reciprocated by Sarah. Edd noticed that she made no gesture to cover her eyes or avert her body from him. She had no apparent taboos regarding the naked body it seemed. Edd was more than thankful of this as he saw Sarah in her full exposure, every inch of her body covered in beads of steam which glinted like jewels in the light over the shower. Perhaps a more important lesson for Sarah should be taught? This new part of Edd's psyche seemed to have a rather crass sense of humor. Then again, perhaps his refusal to think that way consciously was the aberration, and his repressive nature was the cause. One way to test that, he agreed. Edd grabbed the head of the shower, and pulled it down, the snaking metal cable connecting it to the wall swaying in the spray. He did a mediocre job of washing his arms and legs. Sarah was still standing there, watching him with eagerness. Edd made a point to flick the hose her way every now and again for some laughs. She waved her hands and giggled at it all. Edd then began focusing the spray of the showerhead on his chest, not making it too obvious where he was going. Although he had little reason to believe that Sarah knew at all what he was intending, the action was more for allaying his own paranoia. Slowly, he made it so the spray cascaded against his fullness. Edd then began massaging his rod, pointing it directly at Sarah as he did so. He closed his eyes and bit his lip softly, making sure Sarah caught the action. Her expression became more questioning. His less-than-meticulous plan was working.

"It makes me feel good, Sarah," he informed her. Her expression didn't change, but her eyes changed their focus from the act to his face. She approached him slowly, almost afraid of what he was holding.

"C...can I make you feel good, Edd?" He grinned.

"Sure, Sarah, but only after you're clean." She frowned as if she were told she couldn't go chasing butterflies with her effeminate friend, Jimmy. He poured out some body soap onto his hand and beckoned Sarah to approach him. Taking the showerhead with his other hand, he adjusted the setting to a pulsating stream. Perfect. After getting on his knees to accommodate for her height, he began massaging Sarah's slender body with the rippling water. First, he went over the obvious places, the arms, legs, shoulders, back. Then, with a careful hand, he began slowly running the beating water against her stomach, then her rear. He gently grabbed her by it as he rotated her around once more. Her skin was soft and her muscles were tight around it. He moved the stream against her breasts, circling the hose around it, even touching her with the head itself, causing the water to foam up slightly. She quivered a little. With that cue, Edd paced the water down her stomach and onto her waist, moving it against her skin as before. Then, just as the stream moved against her wetted petals, he moved the head back, letting the stream hit her fully focused on the tip of her womanhood. Sarah's focus turned fuzzy, and she began stuttering out incomprehensible sounds. Her legs bent as the stream washed against her small clitoris. When it did, her legs wholly gave out on her, and she collapsed onto Edd, who caught her, spraying the water in all directions. She looked up at him with a mixture of euphoric shock, and embarrassment at her predicament with her crush.

"What..was that?"

"I'll tell you when you're clean," Edd replied. He layed Sarah down on the bottom of the shower and turned her over. Reaching up, Edd replaced the showerhead on it's cradle. He turned around. Sarah had propped her head up in her folded arms. Seeing no reason not to, Edd got back down, like a masseuse with an expecant client and, with the water beating against his back, he began to rub the soap into her skin. His reasons were twofold. In the first place, it allowed him to make every part of Sarah's body glint with the sheen of soap and water. Secondly, his kneeling position over Sarah allowed him to rest his member directly in between Sarah's rear. He'd exaggerate his lean forward to caress her sholders just to grind it against the opening. Moving down, he began to knead her buttocks, letting the firm cheeks glide effortlessly in his hands. He even slid a soapy finger near the hole, to which she twitched reflexively, the muscles clenching the finger tightly. As good as it may have been to simply soap down his member and take her right then and there, he knew there was no way he'd go unpunished after inflicting that kind of pain. In any case, he had no reason to do so. What Lee did was monstrous, and it deserved no less. Sarah deserved better. He allowed himself a tight grip of the two small cheeks as he flipped her over, the matter nearly effortless with the aid of the soap.

As she rolled around, Sarah looked at him with a pleading face.

"Can I make you feel good now?" Edd just shook his head. He began to notice Sarah's eyes taking on a look he'd never seen before from her. But he had seen it before elsewhere. He poured out more soap in his hand. He placed a large dab of it on her stomach. She tensed at the cool gel meeting her warm skin. He saw her stomach completely tighten, the muscles peaking out. She was going to have a beautiful, porcelain smooth stomach when her muscles toned. He began spreading the soap around her chest, letting the nipples scrape against his open hand as they went past. In his state of kneeling, his piece was achingly close to her womanhood. It pulsed, desperate to escape from his control and take from her flesh what it wanted. Soon, he reassured it. He leaned forward to massage her small shoulders, and in doing so, their sexes touched. Sarah's look clouded again, without focus. Edd pulled back, not wanting to sate his sexual hunger quite yet, at least not without Sarah's complete approval. His hands moved down again, rolling around her chest which seemed to have puffed slightly. He drew a lazy circle around her stomach, feeling it tense again. Soon, his fingers ran across the thick muscle of her leg that divided her pubice from her slit. He caressed the soap along both of her glistening wet petals. Sarah had closed her eyes, not used to, but very much liking, the new feelings. After her body was slicked with soap, Edd began running his finger up and down over the line, twitching it as it ended at the top, flicking her button. With the heat and steam, Sarah's breathing was now very fast and clipped. She was moaning now, although she seemed to not notice. When Edd seemed to have a good pace with his playing, he began slipping fingers through the wall of her mound and began fondling her inside. He began slowly, moving joint by joint with his index finger. He curved it left and right inside of her, eliciting a different yelp or jerk each time. Sarah began arching her back, trying desperately to insert his finger deeper into her body. Almost cruelly, Edd removed his finger. Sarah's moans became begging sighs, and her eyebrows curved in dismay. He held his finger down parallel to his engorged piece.

"Do you want to make me feel good now?" he asked, pushing his hips forward in step with his finger. She nodded her assent, getting the gesture as if by instinct. Edd smiled ear to ear. He positioned himself over Sarah, using his pointing hand to now guide himself into her. Sarah had begun to wrap her legs around him to try and force him inside of her, and Edd had to make a conscious effort to pull her back in order to keep his aim straight through the fog of enticement. Her legs squeezed a little less tightly as his head folded into her womb. She squeaked out a small gasp as she felt him penetrate her. Although thanks to the water and soap there was no friction whatsoever, her small body wasn't yet prepared for Edd's somewhat large member. Still, she allowed him to continue, prodding with her legs as if riding a prize horse. He grasped her thighs and pushed a little further, seeing Sarah clench her teeth in the mixture of pain and pleasure. His tip brushed against her hymen, and he paused. Her virginity would be the third he would be taking, and possibly the fourth. This seemed to send his arousal into overload, and he began to fog over. He needed to have her. Now. He couldn't bare to spend anymore time on foreplay. Leaning forward, Edd kissed Sarah deeply and pushed himself completely inside her, feeling her virginhead break way as Sarah cried out in his mouth as the water continued to flow over them. She began kicking and bucking, unintentionally moving him deeper within her. His mind began to race after what he'd just done. He started thinking of the best way to bring Sarah to quiescence. Then, it struck him. Persistence. Just keep going until it inevitably felt good for her.

Reinvigorated by his reasoning, Edd began pistoning himself in and out of Sarah, who still fought him and tried to bite his darting tongue as it moved in her mouth. He thrusted within her over and over again, her slick tightness of her young body driving him into a state of sexual frenzy. He pushed himself down onto her, moving inside her with a wet slapping sound as their bodies met. His whole waist seemed to grow tight from the feeling. He could barely hear anything through the sound of his own excited moans, his latest sexual conquest fulfilling him in sensory nirvana. Edd wrapped his arms around the back of her soapy shoulders and began forcing her up into him even further, making her unable to slide on the floor with his every powerful thrust. As time seemed to stand still, Edd noticed that the tightness around his waist wasn't actually his bodies fault. Sarah had wrapped her legs fully around Edd and was squeezing him in a bonecracking vicegrip. He also discovered that not all of his passionate moans were his own. He'd done it, and Sarah was his. His pace quickened with this newfound joy. Sarah was moaning and sighing now almost in pace with him. Edd, ever the immaculate gentlemen, began his next step.

Without warning, he rolled Sarah around so that she was on top. Her eyes never opened though, she simply sat upon him, breathing deeply, her head cocked slightly to one side. He began to feel her buck her hips slowly, then with a greater pace as her muscles became used to the movement. He timed his thrusts to it, filling her tight body with every part of him that he could. He placed his hand down to that familiar spot on Sarah's slit and began to twirl and pinch it with his fingers. Her moans became muted cries and yelps as the dazzling electricity of the stimulation overcame her. As young as she was, Edd knew she wouldn't last long. He began lifting her up and down on his shaft on his own, prolonging the orgasm. It came though, as she tensed her every single muscle fiber in his arms, causing him to lose his grip of the soap-slick girl and dropping her completely onto his member. It was the final straw. She moaned so loudly that Edd almost became fearful. Then, Sarah dropped down onto him, her back being caressed by the still-running water. Edd continued, unabated. He needed it now. Edd lifted up Sarah's lifeless form. She was breathing raggedly and without any kind of uniformity. He pushed her back and let her loll in his arms as he began lifting and dropping her again onto his sex. He looked down, seeing his organ appear and vanish within the folds of Sarah's body through the stream of steaming water. He went into a frenzy on the spot, using every bit of his strength to thrust into her as quickly as humanly possible. The terrible pressures building within him, with a sudden, indescribable tenseness, vanished as he filled Sarah's womb to overflowing with his seed. He watched with animal satisfaction as the thick white fluid flowed out of their joining. He thrust many more times, hoping to plant it as deeply within her as he could. After a few moments, a haze of utterly spent exhaustion bore down on Edd.

He pulled out of her, his member still sensitive. Laying Sarah gently down on the floor of the shower, Edd grabbed the showerhead and pulled it down. He leaned down and spread Sarah's petals, seeing his cum still leaking from inside of her. He admired his handiwork only for a moment before he reduced the pressure of the hose and ran it over her womb, flushing out as much as he could. It was likely that Sarah wasn't able to become pregnant yet, but Edd erred on the side of caution. As he ran his hand over Sarah's stomach, he thought of Marie and May. He pondered what may become of their...fun. He smiled inwardly and pushed the thought aside. A time for everything, one everything at a time. Edd lifted Sarah, who was still unconscious from her exertions. He ran a towel over as much of her as he could, drying the most vital parts. He picked up one of his winter shirts, long and heavy, and put it on Sarah. Pulling back his sheets, he folded her into them and covered her. Edd returned to finish his shower proper. As the water rushed against his face, calming him, he wondered what could possibly happen next.

END

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Ho. Lee. Shit. Well, goodbye 4chan, I'll not miss your cutoff level 0_0...

Alright, now for my prior works (of which I'm never proud). These were written some years ago, so I can't guarantee their quality. But they're mine, and they're different, so what the hell...

This one is called 'Debriefing'.

On any other day, the Kids Next Door would be content doing battle with the forces of adulthood and their tyranny. On any other day, they would be happy playing video games and watching new episodes of Yipper on their massive TV screens. This, however, wasn’t to be one of those days. Every few months for a day or two, the innumerable legions of hamsters that power the Treehouse will go on vacation to Mexico to relax their tired legs and do all the sorts of crazy things that hamsters love to do. This, of course, leaves the Treehouse quite literally in the dark.

The summer of that year was especially hot, with temperatures in the triple digits. Neither side of the battle wanted to go anywhere. Not as if they could, though: the Kids Next Door were without energy and the adults ice-cream based weaponry had all gone mushy. Be that as it may, that doesn’t mean that everyone was unhappy.

Numbuh 4 was in the heat of battle. Left hook, uppercut, and haymaker came at him at a furious pace, but his small frame dodged and parried with every strike. Leaping and careening, he landed blow after blow on his opponent, the sweat beading on his exposed chest. Soon, his enemy opened a window of opportunity. With its guard down, Numbuh 4 leapt and landed an uppercut that decapitated his foe. As his foot came down on his fallen enemies head, a gush of fluid erupted from what was the neck, and splattered on his jeans. As he stood, he felt a feeling a triumph, but only heard a groan from the behind him.

"Ahh, man, Numbuh 4, do you have any idea how long that’s gonna’ take me to fix that LeverBot?" Numbuh 2 said as he dropped his controls. The KND kept around a few non-electronic training puppets for just such an occasion, and tried to keep them in as good a condition as possible. As Numbuh 2 dragged off the "corpse" of the training mannequin in a huff, Numbuh 4 began to realize that his jeans were hopelessly stained with oil. As he cursed himself between his teeth, Numbuh 3 entered 4’s room.

Wallabee Beetles, a.k.a. Numbuh 4 was standing at the corner of his boxing ring/bed as he watched Kuki Sanban, a.k.a. Numbuh 3, skip happily into the ring with him. She had on her medical head wrap on, but she wore the same green sweater and black stockings as always. She saw Numbuh 4 and blushed a little. She rarely had many chances to see Wally in this state of dress, and she absorbed every moment of it. His eyes began to notice hers and asked,

"Something the matter, Kuki?" to which she perked up, startled.

"No, I’m just noticing…your jeans! They’re pretty dirty." She said with an almost brutally false grin.

"Yeah, my jeans…" he said, his tone implying he was expecting a different answer.

The relationship Wally and Kuki have is almost a public secret to the members of Sector V. It seems as if the only two people unaware are Numbuh 3 and 4 themselves. Inside themselves they harbor a deep desire for each other’s love, but at every chance of expressing it, they only shy away, afraid in their adolescence of the others reaction. The rest of the unit only laughs and snickers amongst each other, never daring to tell the two "lovers" the truth, lest it ruin the fun of watching them try and try, but never succeed.

"I need to take those to the wash-o-tron downstairs and get them all clean" she stated. Not thinking another thing of it, Wally undid his jeans and tossed them to Kuki, not realizing the seriousness of said action. Kuki caught the jeans in midair and stood, mouth slightly gaping, as she saw her hidden love in little more than his briefs. Wally had already turned around and was busy checking the ropes of his wrestling ring for their stretch and flexibility, but soon he noticed that Numbuh 3 had never left. He stopped, mid run and saw as her verdant eyes following him. Her expression was the same as when she first got into his room, but were now much more out of focus and airy. Waving his hand at her did little to change her stupor, and as he slowly approached her, he began to notice that her eyes weren’t directed at his own. Only when he placed a hand on her shoulder and say her name did she move. Not only that, she almost crushed her own ribs gripping the jeans so tightly around her in panic. She quickly composed herself and dropped the jeans, fumbling for words.

"Uh…I think I’ll just get these jeans down and I’ll…oh no!" she exclaimed, now frowning and looking down. Apparently, in her burst of panic, she gripped Numbuh 4’s jeans so tightly that the oil smeared her sweater, leaving it a seaweed-like brown.

Just then, out of the whims of a strange urge not felt before, Wallabee Beetles got an idea.

"Looks like your gonna’ have to wash your shirt too, right Kuki?" His idea worked. Approving of his course of action, Kuki quickly grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, turning it inside out, and leaving her bare-chested. Female members of the Kids Next Door either didn’t need or refused to use B.R.A.’s out of the knowledge that they were employed by the evil teenagers, and Numbuh 3 was no exception.

Wally was now in the same position Kuki was in not a moment before. He was hunched over slightly, with a dopey grin covering his face. Numbuh 3 gave him a questioning glance.

"What are you staring at silly? Is there…" her words trailed off. She came to the realization that she was now standing in front of a fellow operative and her best friend with her small, undeveloped breasts aimed directly at him. She yelped and pulled the clothes to her front, hiding her nudity. It was at this moment that Wally suddenly came back to reality and blushed profusely.

"Gee, I’m sorry Kuki, it’s just I’ve never seen you like that before." She turned her back and began walking to the edge of the ring confused and embarrassed. Kuki grabbed the rope to climb over it, when she felt that same hand on her now exposed shoulder. Straightening, the hand pulled her backwards so quickly that she lost her footing. Tossing the shirt and pants in the air, she felt the hand go from her shoulder to the center of her back, holding her in mid-air with her feet on the floor. All she could see was Numbuh 4’s smiling face.

"Numbuh 4, what the heck are you doing?" she cried out. She was close to shouting again, when he pressed his finger from his other hand on her lips. She became silent, albeit more confused. That was, until his head began to inch closer and closer to hers. When he removed his finger she only whimpered,

"Wally…" Not another word was spoken as they had their first true kiss as lovers. The warm air flowed over their bodies as their tongues explored each others mouths in ways they had never expected. They had seen movies of young couples embraced in passionate kisses (however reluctantly in Wally’s case), but had never experienced it before, at least not until now. They relished the truth as much as they enjoyed the feeling of each other’s tongues. So many missed opportunities, so many failed chances would be made up in full today.

Numbuh 4 laid Numbuh 3 on the mat and went over to his door, bolting it shut to prevent intruders and unwelcome guests. Kuki sat up and asked,

"What do we do now?" Getting back into the ring, Wally only smiled. He had seen the "special" magazines his father owned while cleaning the house one day. He saw the intricacies of lovemaking, but understood very little of it. However little he knew, that same sudden urge compelled him to try. He got to the side of the black-haired angel and placed one hand on the back of her head; with the other, he grabbed one of her small breasts. He felt her clench in his grip. She looked at him, not knowing what exactly was going on, but soon didn’t care as he pushed her face into his, wiping away the doubts and the troubles.

Wally began to caress the young asian girl’s breasts and continued their embrace. Kuki’s breathing became faster as her small nipples became hard and stiff. He took this as a sign and began to kiss her from her neck to her chest, sucking and licking both nipples, tasting her flesh and enjoying every moment.

"I’m feeling strange, Wally" she said nervously. He recommenced fondling her now enlarging breasts and spoke into her ear.

"I know why."

"Why, Wally?" she said with the same sense of anticipation. Wally got onto his knees and crawled so that he was now facing her as she lied on her back, her nipples now standing tall in contrast to the rest of her lithe body’s flatness. He removed his hands from her nipples and became to caress her body in a slowly lowering manner. Soon, his hands were at the end of her skintight black hose that went from the tips of her toes to her thin waist. Wally removed her shoes and tossed them aside. Putting the luscious vixens’ feet together, he raised them into the air, showcasing her small, rounded butt through the tight material. Grabbing the end, he carefully removed the black hose, at the same time feeling every silken curve of her thighs and legs. As he got to the final stretch, he balled up the dark pile of silk and tossed them away as well.

All there was now were two young lovers, in nothing more than their underwear and smiles. Kuki felt strange in this position, but it wasn’t strange in a bad way. No, instead she seemed to welcome this new sensation of seeing the blonde, muscular boy of her fantasies so close to her, physically and mentally. Feeling as if the ordeal were over, she began to sit up. Understanding that this wasn’t part of the plan, he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the mat, her eyes wide with surprise. Not a word could have been spoken when the re-entered their state of embrace, lips locked in a passionate hold.

Knowing that he would have to take the initiative, Wally removed his hands from her shoulders and parted her legs. After putting his hands underneath Kuki, he began to simulate making love with her with each of their pairs of underwear on. At first, Kuki was shocked by this new feeling and almost pushed Numbuh 4 away. However, a strange urge of her own told her to allow him to continue, and she tested this new sensation of their hips grinding together. Soon, Kuki’s breathing became very fast and Wally could feel her body sweating against his own. Sitting up, he began to see that her panties were slightly damp in the place where the most contact had been happening. He smiled at the divine beauty and grasped the top of her panties. Kuki unexpectedly got onto her own knees and clasped Wally’s briefs. Looking into each other’s eyes in a daring stare, they came closer to each other, eventually pressing up against the other. Soon they were kissing again, as their underwear slowly slid down to their knees.

Wally was firmly erect, feeling the promising stimulus of Kuki’s moist area. She felt his member, holding it, gripping it, unsure as how to continue. Wally placed his palm on her full hand and taught her how to properly feel his piece, neither one speaking any instruction. His other hand was busy in its own right, running its fingers up and down her small, hairless slit. They moaned into each other’s mouths as an unheard of pleasure seeped into their very beings. Wally understood what needed to be done. He laid back and, upon grabbing Kuki’s buttocks, drew her on top of him. She began to understand what was going to happen and shut her eyes as Wally played with her vagina, sliding his member in small circles around the opening, its pulsating flesh seeming to cry out for sustenance.



A small line of fluid began to run down her leg, showing that the time had come. He placed his hands on her hips and, as she placed hers over her lovers, he inserted the head of his penis into Kuki. She cried out as her virginity floated away. There was no blood, she was an accomplished gymnast and lacked a hymen. Nonetheless, she had never before been penetrated and she arched her back as gasped out simple "ahh’s" as he lowered her even further onto him, letting every inch of her insides take in the unheard of amounts of ecstasy. Numbuh 3 was a very thin girl. Many thought she may have had a problem, but she was actually just extremely active. This thin frame and her young age allowed Wally to actually see his manhood causing a slight impression on her lower extremities. This only served to increase Wally’s resolve as he began to slowly retract from within her. When his head was at the entrance, he began to once more insert himself, only somewhat faster.

Kuki felt nothing as she straddled her young beau. She felt nothing but the sheer explosive euphoria that pervaded her body and centered on her now filled vagina. Words had no meaning in this ocean of lust she was drowning in. With every revolution, each lifting and lowering, it only became faster and harder and better. She was now making a sort of constant moan that changed with the rhythm of their pounding hips.

They soon began to realize that there could be so much more to this than what they already had. Keeping still, Kuki waited as Wally repositioned himself on his side, grabbing her and placing her in front of him. As he adjusted himself back inside of her wanting womanhood, they once again kissed and fondled as much as any experienced couple. But this was so much more than mere lust. This was true love, brought about by loving each other for so long, yet not knowing it until a single instant brought it fully to bear.

Kuki’s nipples were still as hardened as before as his fingers caressed them and played with the tips. Making love on their sides required more energy than the previous position, but every time the nubile nymphet raised her leg high in the air, clenching his meat even harder than before, it made it all worth it with interest. He repaid her in kind by thrusting into her so hard that the bucking she made seemed to almost force her off her partner, although Wally’s grasp made sure that would never happen.

Wally had read the stories that came with those magazines and understood exactly what a sudden pressure in the lower stomach meant. He slowed his pace and laid Kuki onto her back once more. To his surprise, it was not he who positioned his manhood in place, but Kuki. She game him a look of desire and a need that had to be fulfilled. He replied and rammed himself into her, thrusting deeper than ever before, his "silhouette" coming up to almost a few inches from her stomach. She nearly screamed in ecstasy, thrusting her mouth into his and yelling into his throat. This act only influenced him to go faster.

Her vagina was becoming warmer and warmer. The wet spot on the mat was becoming increasingly larger. Wally knew it would only be a matter of time before they experienced their first orgasm. He knew, but he didn’t tell Kuki as he wanted to surprise her. Her constant groaning and sighing soon gave way to longer, more forceful gasps. It was close, and he knew it. Soon, Kuki’s gasps went silent. All there was was a look of shock and pleasure. As the rigid tightness came, Wally let the final burst of lust come over him. At last, orgasm spasmed over Kuki Sanban as her entwined lover felt the same.

As the minutes passed and their breathing became normal, Numbuhs 3 and 4 lay together, each one not knowing or caring what the future may hold. All that there was was the here and the now, and knowledge that their love would be unlike that of any other in the world.

END

Aww, this one had to be split, oh well, it's still a head-over-heels improvement over 4chan.

“Guys, big news! I’ve got one…no, two new Shen Gong Wu revealing themselves,” Dojo shouted, his small form contorting into a dozen shapes. As the dragon bent himself back to shape, four young Xiaolin warriors crowded over an ancient scroll. The paper was old and corroded, but the picture in its center flowed and waved magically, forming two separate black images. They smiled at the thought of having two new Wu in their command. As the images began to move, Dojo narrated.

“This is the Eye of Khaelis Ra and the Gauntlet of Mak Rahj. The first one allows for greatly enhanced vision, while the other forms a shield of stone around the user. I’d hate to see these in the hands of Wuya.” As the scroll slid shut, they began speaking over what to do. Realizing they would have to split up, Omi and Clay agreed to go after the Gauntlet in the north while Kimiko and Rai would find the Eye in the south.

Dojo stated that Jack Spicer and his horde would most likely go after the Gauntlet of Mak Rahj, as its location was much closer to his main base than the Eye was, and would take Kimiko and Rai to their Wu first. Hopping on the now enormous dragon’s scaly back, they glided into the air and off to the south. Rai thought that the ride was fairly short, but actually he was too preoccupied with the fact that Kimiko had her arms around his waist the whole time. He knew full well that she only did it to stay on the swaying dragon safely…but he wished otherwise .Reaching the point where Dojos’ senses began to circle, the two young warriors debarked from the mammoth dragon and waved goodbye.

The place where the Eye was located was a meadow of some kind. It was just a simple forest where the grass was low and the trees were lush. Birds sang out on occasion, and a few woodland creatures. Obviously, something seemed out of place.

“Kimiko,” Raimundo whispered, “I don’t like this one bit.”

“Me neither.”

“We need to find out where that Shen Gong Wu is so we can get out of here.” Scanning the area, Rai pointed out to where the sun was setting: a large, marble pedestal, with a glowing, golden eye with eight points forming a sun-like aura around it. Rushing as usual at the Wu, the Wind Dragon was struck in mid-air by a lightning bolt that shot from a cloud that appeared as soon as he was over the pedestal. Picking up the now slightly crisp Xiaolin, Kimiko saw that Raimundos’ shirt had been torn open in a number of places by the heat of the lightning. She forced herself not to look at him and began thinking.

“Any plans yet?” stated the dazed boy. A moment more, and she spun around.

“I’ve got it! Rai, I want you to do what you just did again.” A hurt look came over his face.

“What?! I don’t want to lose the rest of my shirt and my consciousness.” Kimiko only grinned. Is that what she was hoping, Rai thought. As she placed a delicate hand on his shoulders, he felt that must have been the reason. He began to feel nervous and almost stuttered when Kimiko turned him around forcefully and pushed him in the Wu’s direction. His pride now trampled, Rai ran again for the Wu.

Rai braced himself for the lightning bolt he knew he was going to receive. Leaping into the air, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. Yet again, he felt a burning heat wash over him. He felt it…but wasn’t knocked back. This time, he smacked the pedestal full on and slid to its’ base. He felt pain again, but couldn’t fathom how he’d made it. Turning around, he saw Kimiko, in her fire stance, a trail of smoke still flowing from her direction. After a moments thought, it came to him: Kimiko waited until the cloud that hit him before materialized and then launched her fiery attack to cook away the cloud. No cloud, no lightning. Simple but effective.

Rai stood upright and looked at the Eye of Khaelis Ra. It was some kind of monocle judging by the way the spokes of the Wu went outward in one direction. Grabbing the golden object and calling its name to invoke its power, Raimundo was left unsatisfied. He couldn’t see anything, at least anything different. Feeling cheated, he was about to smash the trinket to the floor when Kimiko, who had joined him on the pedestal, asked of him,

“So Rai, what does it do, huh?”

“I don’t know, Kimiko, I think it’s bust…” but he never finished. Standing not three feet in front of him, Kimiko Tohomiko was perfectly naked. He gaped at the sight, not missing an inch of her toned, thin body, the curves of her legs and stomach rolled in his eyes like marbles. Her small breasts were hardly even developing, and her vagina was little more than a slit of a different skin tone. He paid attention to her sensitive areas, as her forbidden flesh was as smooth and velvety looking as every other gorgeous part of her. Rai looked away, out of fear he would become erect and frighten Kimiko.

“What’s the matter, Rai? Is it the Shen Gong Wu?” she said, oblivious to her ‘appearance’. Rai quickly snapped back to reality. Covering his Wu-aided eye with his hand, he simply chuckled foolishly and said that Master Fung would need to take a look at it.

“Well, can I try?”

“No!” Rai snapped, a little too quickly he thought. “It might do something to you, since you fried that cloud it was using.” His excuse was lame and he knew it. Kimiko, however, saw the skewed logic of it and ended her requests.

Dojo came back for them in about an hour’s time. Kimiko was busy typing in her PDA, far too busy to notice Raimundo gawking at her nearly the entire time. While in flight, Rai kept one hand on the beastly dragons’ mane, and one on the hand Kimiko had wrapped around his waist. This caused a slight bit of confusion for her, and she asked why he was showing her this previously unknown intimacy. He simply whispered to her,

“Meet me near the spa an hour after sundown.” She was taken aback, but simply nodded her head. Was there something to that Shen Gong Wu he didn’t want others knowing about? She couldn’t be sure.

Back at the Xiaolin Temple, Master Fung greeted all four of the warriors, who had come back safely and with a Wu in hand. Clay and Omi looked slightly worse for wares, however, as they had to defeat Jack Spicer in a grueling Showdown that lasted a good while. They were covered in bruises and, after washing up and receiving an inspiring talking to from the master, went to bed. Rai took it upon himself to get past Master Fung and put the Eye of Khaelis Ra in the depository as soon as he could. Gaining equal commendations from the master, Rai and Kimiko likewise went to bed. Instead of sleeping, however, they waited.

An hour after sundown, Raimundo snuck out of his bed and crept into the depository, where he grabbed the Eye and slid to the spa. He had a pair of swimming trunks concealed underneath his regular white pants. As he reached the lip of the spa, he kicked off his pants and shoes and sat, wading his feet in the water. He began looking into the bubbling liquid, his distorted reflection keeping him company. Had she forgotten? As soon as he was about to get up and search for the young Xiaolin, a pair of small hands pushed him into the water, which frightened him no small amount.

Looking up from the water, Rai saw Kimiko in a two-piece bathing suit. Her body was just as luscious as it had been hours ago at that pedestal…if now slightly more censored. Of course, what she was wearing barely hid a thing. This she obviously wouldn’t wear it if Master Fung knew about it. Did she perhaps know of his plans using a Wu of her own? He didn’t care; he had to let the truth out tonight. Standing at the shallow end of the small pool, Raimundo held the Eye of Khaelis Ra in his outstretched hand.

“Kimiko…I have to tell you something.” He barely choked the words out to the beautiful Asian girl. She didn’t reply, she simply perked up and gave a questioning look.

“I…well that is I,” he sighed and bowed his head, “just look through the Wu.” She sat down at the edge of the pool and picked up the golden object, holding it to her eye. Speaking its’ name, she peered through the Eye, and saw Raimundo as she’d never seen him before. He was completely without clothes, or so she saw. His member was fully erect, and slightly hindered by his swim trunks. The hair at its base swished and flowed with the churning water of the pool. She gasped; her small mouth now locked open in surprise. Raimundo’s expression became that of embarrassment as soon as he realized that she had seen him exposed.

Kimiko was no longer shocked after a few moments. Peering through the Wu, she soon became fixated by the long, pulsating meat Raimundo wielded. Her eye, even through the golden star, began to haze over in sensual thought. Without her knowing it, she began to caress her own breasts through her bikini bra, her mind now consumed by lustful dreams. Rai, now seeing what Kimiko was doing, smiled and closed his eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her, Rai thought, his own thoughts drifting to rather un-Xiaolin daydreams.

Raimundo quickly snapped out of his daze when he heard Kimiko release the slightest of moans. She was squeezing herself with one hand, her other holding the Eye, it’s enhancing powers keeping Kimiko mesmerized through no fault of it’s own. He heard this, and his confidence rose through the roof. Wading through the chest-high waters of the pool, Raimundo reached Kimiko, who was now entirely lost to her own thoughts, the Eye of Khaelis Ra barely in her grasp. As the precious Wu fell from her limp hand, it landed squarely on Kimiko’s bikini bottom…where Raimundo caught it.

A moments thought came over Raimundo and, with a rather mischievous grin, he called out the Wu’s name. To his fortune, it worked, and now he was seeing Kimiko’s vagina far closer than he had before. It was smooth and very close in tone to the rest of her vibrant skin. The small, untouched slits were slightly moistened, whether that was Raimundo’s doing or the pools was unknown. Rai looked up at her face to see that she was looking at him, but not quite so. She wasn’t looking at him like he was looking at her; instead she was gazing deeply into his eyes with a burning passion more akin to that of the Dragon of Fire. She was leaning so close to Raimundo that he feared she would fall into the water, but only for a moment. Fear was simply another part of reality that disappeared as their faces moved closer to each other, finally ending in their first kiss.

Kimiko moved her small hands onto the back of Rai’s head and pressed him closer to her. She wanted Raimundo, and that was the end of the story to her. Not a thing else mattered beyond having the Dragon of Air this night. They had been close, as all the other Xiaolin had, but the tension between Raimundo and Kimiko was almost tangible. While others joked, their laughs drifted into unconsciousness and Raimundo pushed forward, placing his hands on the edge of the pool, so very close to Kimiko’s bikini. He set aside the Eye and flicked it off a number of feet. He wouldn’t need the golden bauble to see Kimiko bare in a few minutes, he fully understood that.

She scooted back about a foot to allow Rai to hop up, his knees on the edge. Kimiko lay partially on her back, her elbows taking up most of her so that she could look on the chiseled form of her new love. He was sitting on his knees as a person in Asia might eat dinner, waiting for a sign. A parting of the legs was all the signal he needed to crawl to her animalistically, place himself over her, and restart their impassioned kiss. Kimiko, not fully out of her lustful daze, wrapped her legs around Rai, clenching her legs to get a response. Rai replied by removing some of the weight from his knees, allowing his pelvis to lower further onto hers. The sensation was indescribable for either one of them, their newfound sexual attraction taking them away. Raimundo began to make small thrusts towards the raven-haired warrior, making her breathing heavier and her eyes to close.

>>74658
Rai broke their kiss and took both of her hands in his and held them above her head. He was a bit taller than her, giving him adequate room to move around. He began to roll his tongue across her lithe body, her neck to the top of her chest to the base of her small breasts, which he circled with the very tip of his tongue. Kimiko shuddered, pleasure consuming her body. As her hands went practically limp, Rai took her bra and lifted it up, letting it lay around her neck. Cupping one stiffened breast, he took to kissing and sucking on the other, making Kimiko moan ever so slightly. He played with it like a slight fervor, kissing every part of it and gently nibbling on the stiffened end with his teeth after licking the areola for a moment or two. He repeated the motions with the other, his right hand now flicking at the one he’d taken care of. He felt it’s hardness and understood just how sexually excited Kimiko was. Looking up at the girl who was now breathing as if winded, Raimundo continued his downward trip.

He probed the divine curves of Kimiko’s sculpted stomach, his tongue excited by each new groove it found, eventually leading to her belly-button, which he dug into with nearly his whole face. Not the most enticing thing to do, but he simply saw it as practice. Running even further down, Rai’s tongue eventually found the silken jade-colored bikini bottom and he could swear that he smelled some sort of intoxicating aroma emanating from behind them. Raimundo, now bent on finding the source of this arousing scent, lifted Kimiko’s legs and reached at the small of her back. Finding the back of the bikini, he began to slide the emerald obstruction across her slender legs. She cooed with every inch, knowing somehow what lay ahead.

As they came off, Rai tossed them aside casually; they may have held a bit of the scent, but the prize was already at hand. Lowering her legs once more and spreading them so wide it looked like it may have hurt, Raimundo leaned closer to her small, untouched slit. This was clearly where the scent was coming from, and he knew he had to taste it for himself. Placing either one of her buttocks in his hands, he began to play with the folds of her womanhood, her excited moans and sighs only proof that he should continue. Rai went from encircling her vagina to running his tongue deftly upwards and downwards, daring to slip it in if just the slightest bit. As Rai finally inserted his tongue to the full extent, Kimiko’s legs gently wrapped around his head, ensuring that he wouldn’t stop for a good while.

He had no intention of leaving at all, the taste was simply too addicting. Her taste, Kimiko’s taste was much more than he could handle. The most beautiful girl he had ever known was letting him do this to her? The thought was almost unimaginable, but as the legs on the back of his head pushed him even closer into her, Rai knew this was no dream…dreams weren’t this good. As time went by, and his tongue moved into even deeper reaches of the girl of his dreams, he noticed that the scent was increasing exponentially. Kimiko’s moans began to grow louder and longer. After a great while of intense probing, her legs nearly crushed her lovers head as he tasted her first orgasm.

Her vice-grip on Raimundo slowly gave way to what he expected was limpness. But Raimundo was wrong. Instead of simply lying back and allowing him to have her, she flipped him deftly over her side as she would an attacker. Within a second, she was on top of him, his wrists in her clutches as she straddled him. Rai, his eyes wide in fear, didn’t know what to expect. Knowing that she had gotten a one-up on her new partner, the nude Asian girl reached down and kissed him, assuring him that harm was far in the past. No, she thought, she wouldn’t hurt him, she would just make him work for this.

Holding his wrists to his waist, Kimiko slowly began to buck and sway on Rai’s clothed member, the feeling of her beautiful body against his was enough to cause his member to hurt. After a few moments, Rai grabbed the end of his swim trunks and started pulling them down. Kimiko, noticing the movement, reaffirmed her grasp and wrenched his hands to his sides. No, she thought again, not that easy. She continued to grind against Raimundo’s crotch, now nearly putting her full weight into the motions. He was her playtoy now…or so she thought. If Kimiko wanted to play rough, Rai thought, then so could he.

Rai now attempted the same move on Kimiko, but she was anticipating this and they only landed on their sides. They now playfully struggled against each other, rolling across the warm stones of the pool, their waists moving against each other constantly. Without realizing it, they rolled precariously close to the edge. One more move from Kimiko, and they were both in the water. As they floated underwater, they came together again, and, for the short time they held their breath, the locked together and kissed. Before surfacing for air, Rai broke off and, with no effort at all, removed his trunks, letting them fall gracelessly to the bottom.

Kimiko swam for the edge of the pool. She was going to get out so they could continue their little games, but as she grabbed onto the edge, Rai grabbed her hands from behind and stopped her. As she looked into his tanned face, she saw that he would have no more games. As lust came over her once more, she focused her thoughts on the fact that Rai was going to have her, right her and now, and it excited her more than anything else before.

Raimundo was bent on having her. As he saw it, what else could make more sense? Removing one hand from his loves, he grabbed his erection, now rock hard; he moved it through the water and into the beginning of Kimiko’s butt. She shivered, even in the bubbling warm water of the pool, letting him know it was alright. She held her breath as he slowly moved forward. This was all the force necessary to get it in; the pool providing such excellent lubrication. Kimiko released her breath in a lustful yelp. The pain she was feeling wasn’t pain…it was something so much different. Feeling the warm, smooth meat glide effortlessly inside her caused her to shiver once more; this caused her to clench tightly, making Raimundo moan with ecstasy.

Kimiko was so perfect, thought Raimundo. Every inch of her body was another step closer to perfection, and now he was taking her. The thing he took most pleasure from was the fact that she was enjoying this as well. With every thrust he made, every time he pressed her lithe body against the warm, smooth rocks, every time he kissed her neck he could hear her moaning and sighing. Not a one of them spoke as the thrusts became more powerful, only the groaning became louder. Rai was fully inserting himself, attempting to press harder with every motion.

The more Rai thought of it, though, he realized Kimiko wasn’t feeling all that she could. If she could feel the way he did, she would doubtless come back for more; he had to try the other way. Rai buried himself within her as deep as he could, savoring the feeling. Moments later, he pulled out, much to Kimiko’s surprise. As she turned her head to protest, Rai reached forward and kissed her, drowning out the objections. Turning her easily through the water, they now faced each other. Looking into each others eyes, Kimiko lifted her knee up to her stomach and put her back to the rocks, a rather easy to understand sign. Rai replied by stepping towards her and kissing her yet again. He took a hold of her legs and lifted them up, again supported by the churning waters. He had her pinned to the wall with his waist, not yet performing the finale. He reached and began squeezing her butt, making sure to let a finger slide to her vagina every now and then.

Having finished his own little game, Rai grabbed his manhood and drifted it ever so slowly to the prize. Kimiko’s breathing was staggered; she closed her eyes in anticipation. Rai ran his member up and down, back and across her slit, the sensations sending them both near madness. No longer able to wait, Rai thrust inside Kimiko and felt her yell inside his mouth. Blood wasn’t an issue as she had lost her hymen through her extensive martial arts training, but the feeling was just as intense. Rai’s penis edged into her body piece by piece, the tightness of her formerly maiden body sending him into worlds of bliss. As Raimundo’s stomach touched Kimiko’s, he finally realized that he was completely in her. He wanted to look down, but he wouldn’t dare break their kiss.

Kimiko couldn’t believe what she was feeling. No sensation, no battle, no victory could ever match the sheer lust that was overcoming her. As incomparable as it was, she wanted more. Pinned though she was, she began trying to push herself further onto him, greedily attempting to take more of Raimundo’s member. Rai, overjoyed by this, began pistoning himself inside his love, matching her thrusts and returning them with interest. Time melted away as their hips crashed into each other, faster and harder, until it nearly hurt.

The pacing was slowly becoming faster; they were nearly at their end. Kimiko was moaning every chance she could into Raimundo’s mouth and grasped onto his back tighter. Raimundo nearly fell backwards as Kimiko’s grip became vice-like and her fingers clawed into his back. The warm, smooth feeling on his member told him that Kimiko was done, and it was his turn to comply. He pulled out further than he had before, allowing him to feel every type of ecstasy the motions allowed. His stomach tightened, and hold it back as he tried, he clenched and felt all of the sensations from the last few minutes suddenly wash back over him tenfold. The feeling lasted many moments, and the warm feeling he felt came back. Kimiko, unable to keep herself in such a position, let her legs fall down from its locked position behind Raimundo.

Raimundo took the small girl in his arms and exited the pool, still naked, and carried her to her quarters. He dried off Kimiko, who was now semi-asleep and placed her in her bed. He thought about staying with her that night, but knew the other monks would never understand. The two dragons had felt the purest love…and nothing would stop their ascension.

END

BTW, it's name is 'In the Heart of Battle'

>>74659
Damn man keep going, keep going

Hey, what's on TV? *CLICK* An UnImaginable Night

Mac walked the five or six steps up his porch to his house slowly. It was another wild day at the Home, and he was bushed. Bloo apparently invited every imaginary friend in the entire city over for some kind of surprise party for his birthday, but he wouldn't have any of it. He hated surprises, and all of the things that came with them. As such, he donned his war paint, tied a bandana over his head and crashed the whole ordeal. Goo wasn't very happy about the matter, but what did he care? She was one of many disappointed that day.

Closing the door behind him and turning the latch, he breathed out a deep sigh of relief; at last this crazy day was done. That sigh must have been very relaxing, as Mac suddenly felt a few feet higher off the ground. Opening his eyes just a bit, he grimly realized that wasn't the case. Staring back at him with tight-set, beady eyes was his older, idiot brother, Terrance. Mac pulled false smile across his face, hoping that it wouldn't be pulped out of him.

"H-Hi, Terrance? W-What are you doing all suited up? It's like seven at night?" He frowned at him with his usual disdain and snorted.

"Me and mom are going out for the night. I've gotta talk to a judge up north about those windows you broke. We're gonna stay at Uncle's place, so she wants you to keep the place shiny, got it, twerp?" To accentuate his concern, he tipped a flower setting over with his elbow, letting the sandy contents gush onto the carpet. "Looks like you've got cleaning to do, maid!" With this he laughed his way out the door. His mother wasn't far behind, coming down the stairs in a casual, yet professional dress.

"Mac, I'd like you to just keep things in place while we're gone, okay? It'll just be for a day or so, so you shouldn't worry. Can I ask you to maybe take care of some of the laundry while we're away? Oh, and don't worry, I saw your brother knock over the vase...I'll make sure he knows that." This made Mac smile sincerely, and he hugged his mother.

"Sure thing mom. You two be safe. Love you!" With that, she closed the door. Mac drew back the blinds to see their car drive slowly away, Terrance's arms folded dejectedly. Letting the blinds fall, he closed his eyes and contemplated. A whole day by himself, with no brothers or teachers (it was a Friday, after all) or parents to annoy him? He wondered what he'd do with himself in the meantime. Deciding it was best to keep himself busy, he started gathering the laundry. A hamper was next to the washing machine, and he began a room to room sweep of the house. Mom's room, his room, his brothers room, each were cleared of clothes, and separated into piles. Socks and underwear went into the white pile, pants and shirts into the color pile, good shirts and mom's stuff goes into the special pile. Flailing the socks and shirts, pants and pantyhose, Mac made sure to check the pockets of every pair of pants. Mom always had a special rule that if you found it, you got to keep it. This gave them incentive not only to check their things before they tossed them, it also inspired them to help out every so often. One of Terrance's grungy jeans was next; not a pleasing prospect, that much was certain. Grabbing it by the ankles, Mac began vigorously shaking the pants upside down in order to dislodge whatever was hidden inside. A rolled up stack of papers fell out of one of the hip pockets. His first reaction was that it was money, so he dropped the moldering garment and snatched the small papers. To his dismay, and shock to some extent, it was nothing more than one of Terrance's ‘special magazines' he'd started reading lately. What he saw in a lot of those things were so filthy that Mac decided it was best for his brother to just keep it. Tossing it in the hamper with a few other unsorted items, he shrugged.

Whites would be first to go, he thought with decision. He talked to himself while doing so to break the deafening silence.

"Okay, so you set the water to ‘hot', check. Wait a few seconds, then add one scoop of detergent, check. Then add one chug of bleach, then toss in the clothes."

"Actually, the list says, ‘two chugs'."

"Hey thanks, I was about to..." He froze. Recognizing the squeaky pitch of the voice behind him, he dutifully continued to pour bleach and toss clothes, not even bothering to turn his head. "Bloo, how the heck did you get in, and why are you here? It's late." In a moment he put the lid of the washing machine down and turned.

"Hey, don't talk to me that way, Mac; you're the one who blew that totally awesome party we all had planned. Mac's brow furrowed.

"I'm not in the mood right now, Bloo. I just want to have a quiet night to myself without worrying about you brining the place down."

"Well then I'll be out in a half an hour."

"Why so long?" Quick as a bullet, Bloo got behind Mac and started pushing him, heels skidding, to the door of the laundry room and opened it. Mac's jaw hit the floor.

What was once Mac's quiet, suburban home was now a raucous party house, complete with crazy party goers, streamers, balloons, confetti, and loud music. Imaginary friends of all dimensions were packed wall to wall, drinking drinks, eating snack food, and having a good time. Mac could see Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, and even Cheese playing a bizarre form of Twister on his living room carpet. Eduardo, cloven hoofed as he was, slipped and nearly crushed the lot of them. They all had a laugh and spun the dial again. Just as soon as their left feet hit a yellow dot, the music went dead silent. All of the party animals...and appliances turned their heads, ready to berate the person spoiling their fun when they saw Mac, red-eyed and teeth bared. He pointed to the door with a whip-crack; not wishing to test the anger of the boy, the imaginary friends filed out of the room, grumbling about the second party in a single day cancelled. As the last bug-eyed friend slumped out of the door, a blue blur flew out of the doorframe. Bloo landed hard on the pavement next to the sidewalk, a fresh shoeprint planted firmly on his behind. Looking back and rubbing his new bruise, Bloo saw his creator holding his arms folded, pacing his left foot.

"One of these days we're gonna have a talk about you loosening up, pal. It's not healthy!" Mac just rolled his eyes and shut the door, making sure he locked and dead bolted it. Putting his back on the door and sliding down it with a sigh of relief, Mac readied himself for a long nights sleep. Then he remembered he had chores to finish. Grumbling all the way to the laundry room, Mac picked a pile of clothes from off the floor, and reached up to open the washing machine. To his dismay, it wouldn't open. Had one of the imaginary friends jammed it, he pondered. The more he tried to open the lid, the more he noticed it give a bit. He couldn't see a thing through the clothes he was hauling, so he let them fall to the floor. Then, as if the jeans, shorts, and t-shirts were some sort of curtain, they fell to reveal Goo, sitting on the washing machine with a mile-wide grin on her face. Mac buried his head in his hands and began to run his hands through his hair to stem the tide of an oncoming headache. Leaping gracefully off the now unstuck machine, Goo put a palm under Mac's chin and asked with her typical chipper voice,

"What's the matter Mac? Not have a good party?"

"I didn't have a party."

"Well, then that's what's wrong. Party time in the laundry!" With that, she dove into a pile of clothes and began to swim around in them. Coming up from her dive, she had a pair of socks on her ears and nose that made her look like an elephant. She made a trumpeting noise and shot off the sock on her nose. Mac crossed his arms and hid a smile as best he could. No matter what, she could always make him smile. Goo was always so cute in that regard. Cute, as in the puppy and kitten sort adorable, that is, he reminded himself. Ever since her arrival, Mac had always been the end piece of a lot of risqué jokes amongst the imaginary friends of Fosters. He understood why, but he still didn't enjoy the fact, and tried as much as he could to distance himself from her.

Not satisfied with being an elephant, she began to put bins over her head and act like a robot, kick-stepping and all. Mac was laughing, which made Goo laugh also. Who cares, he thought; who the heck was going to know? He was almost on the floor when it suddenly occurred to him that one of the hampers she was making into helmets held a very scarring set of pictures. His mouth was open the same second hers was. She was paused, mid step, with that same dreaded laundry basket held over her head. Although at that angle she was likely looking at the pictures upside down, it didn't take much conscious thought to tell what they were about. Mac plugged his ears, waiting for the piercing shriek that was inevitably coming. When a minute had passed, he opened an eye and saw Goo, basket still placed squarely over her head, standing still. Was she in shock, he thought? Another minute went by, and Goo said through her helmet of dirty laundry,

"What the heck are these people doing without any clothes on? Bet they're pretty embarrassed!"

"Uh, yeah!" Mac said, deftly swiping the magazine. "Really embarrassed, now, could you get out? I've got to clean up my room." Goo smiled and rolled her eyes. She was so cute when she did that...wait, what?

"Nah, I think I'll stay and help you, whaddya think?"

"I think I'm going to have a heart attack." As the two of them left the smelly room full of smelly clothes, something followed them. Raising their noses, they realized it was the smell. Most of it was following Goo, who was probably busy running around playing all day. Her contact with dirty old clothes probably didn't help matters.

"P.U.! I smell worse than the imaginary unicorn pens. Howsabout I take a shower before I help you out, Mac?"

"Sh...Shower!? No way, I..."

"Thanks, Mac!" Before he could grab at her to stop her, she'd already gracefully leapt over his head and made his way to the bathroom. As the door slammed shut, Mac put his palm over his face and let it run down. How was he supposed to get anything done this way? It was just one distraction after another. As Mac began to sweep the kitchen floor, his thoughts continually drifted back to Goo, much to his dismay. She was always a good friend, someone he could talk to on a rainy day, and play with on the sunny ones. The fact that she was very imaginative and very attractive only...no, he told himself, no. What a more perfect way to drive away a girl than to get cutesy with them, he conceded; that was one of the last things he wanted. He wanted to be with Goo for a long time. Rats! Even as he tried to help his troubled mind he just made things worse.

Stuffing a pan full of dust into the trash, he worked out how to get Goo out of his head. As the water ran above him, he thought of music. How did he get rid of a song stuck in his head? That's right! He listened to it really loud on his headphones once or twice and it drowned it right out. Mac didn't know how it worked, but it did, and he deduced that it would work the same way for this situation. But how was this situation supposed to be resolved? Then it hit him; whenever he looked at his brother's magazines, he felt like he didn't want to look at another girl ever again. A cunning smile rose over Macs' mouth as he slinked his way towards the shower.

>>74661
Taking his shoes off, Mac slid on the wood floor that lead to the shower. Pressing an ear to the door, he heard her humming some tune that was doubtlessly on some cartoon she saw earlier that morning. She had a pretty singing voice...Mac rolled his eyes at his own silliness again. Turning the door handle with the greatest of care, Mac pushed the door open just thinly enough to see inside. There she was, completely nude, her typically held-up hair wet and hanging at her back. He couldn't completely see her as the shower curtain was frosted in design and fogged with steam, her shape was still perfectly visible. She was very well rounded, but lithe and fit as someone as active as her should be. Her toned stomach drifted hazily down into an area almost completely enveloped in steam. He could only imagine what the sight would be like if it weren't. Luckily for him, she was soaping herself down and her eyes were closed, allowing him to get as much of a look as he wanted. As she lifted her leg almost over her head to get at her thighs, Mac felt as if he was going to pass out. His heart raced and his breath came in baited snaps. Closing the door almost loudly enough to be heard, Mac leaned against the wall, wide-eyed, and composed himself.

Quickly sneaking down the stairs, Mac set about rearranging the magazines on the coffee table for no specific purpose than to keep him occupied and not thinking about the incredible sight he had just witnessed. Way to go, he thought angrily and absently, you did the exact opposite of what you wanted; now I can't stop thinking about her, no matter what. Man, though, if I could have stepped in there, I don't know what I would have done, I think I might have...

"Have what?" Mac nearly leapt out of his sneakers in fright. How long had she been there? How much had she heard of him thinking aloud? How did...his thoughts completely shut down as his eyes locked on the girl in front of him. Goo was standing in front of him, hot water still steaming over her dark and freckled shoulders, which bore her raven hair that lay upon them like coiling snakes. Apart from her jet-black hair, all she wore was a single towel from his closet. It was wrapped around her waist. As she held her arms akimbo and smiled at him, Mac got a perfect view of Goo's exposed breasts. They stuck out only by the smallest of margins as her bosoms were still developing, but the cool air caressing them set her nipples to stiffen. As locked onto her chest as he was, something in him couldn't help but send his focus down to her lower stomach which seemed to make a rounding path that would inexorably lead him to her... he lunged.

Without any conscious thought, Mac placed both hands over her breasts; they were warm to the touch and her nipples felt hard yet supple. As his mind tried to justify what he had just done, he looked up and shakily said to the goddess before him,

"You shouldn't go out like that, you're not wearing anything up top!" Not trying to move the boy's hands, Goo just did that adorable eye-roll and looked at him.

"That's what's wrong with you, Mac, you're too uptight! Live a little, be free!" As she chanted this line, she reached down, grasped the towel at her waist and pulled it free, tossing it in the air, allowing it to land on their heads. As his hands lay perched on Goo's breasts, his eyes forced his to bridge his head in his arms. There, covered in steamy shadows, twitching and shifting with her body, was her exposed vagina. Reactively, Mac reached his hand down in order to cover it up. To his surprise, two of his fingers slipped in by the slightest of margins. Goo shut her eyes and gasped, placing a hand on the one that had just entered her.

"Holy! Goo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." She placed a finger of her other hand on his lips, silencing him. As she did this, she grasped Mac's wrist with her other hand and sent it deeper within her.

"I know a lot about being free, Mac," she said with a seductive slant to her tone, "free play, free popcorn at the movies...free love." Mac was astounded.

"Love? I didn't know you cared about..." Ever the one to keep him from finishing a sentence, the gap in the towel over their heads melted away as they shared a long, intense kiss. As she pulled away, she looked into Mac's eyes; they said only ‘yes'. Reaching forward to kiss him again, Goo unbuttoned and unzipped Mac's pants as he tugged them to the floor. In taking off his shirt, Mac also removed the towel, exposing them both to the cool air of the living room. Mac was nervously sweating, and Goo, her body only somewhat drier than before, began to cover in goosebumps as her skin chilled. Wearing only his underwear, Mac moved in closer, embracing the beautiful girl in front of him to dispel the cold.

As they kissed and ran their hands over one another's young bodies, exploring each other in ways unimaginable only days before, they felt the need for sex overtake them. Mac, suddenly a bit stronger than before, grasped Goo by the waist and forced her onto the couch, a devious smile overtaking him. As Goo looked on in puzzled enticement, Mac positioned himself over her and began to grind his pelvis and barely-contained organ against her raw flesh, letting the ice-white briefs make a contrast against her rich brown skin. As they kissed and grasped at one another, the grinding increased in pace and pressure, turning the bulge in the underwear into a moistened mound, wet with remaining shower water and Goo's love. As the briefs became translucent, Goo looked down to view what would soon be part of her. She smiled; Mac was well endowed for such a small frame. Her first love would be her best. As she kept her face locked with Mac's, she let a hand roam down his completely flat stomach, and let it maneuver into the small opening where the bulge of his manhood forced brief and waist to separate. Grasping onto the boys piece, she tugged gently, feeling it throb as it rubbed against her own slick love gate. Suddenly, Mac pushed himself up, and stared intently at the girl splayed out soaked and nude before him. Holding onto the elastic of his underwear, he tugged down with no resistance. Positioning himself over Goo, the head of his rod touching the cusp of her womanhood, but not fully inside, he hovered his face inches away from hers.

"Goo?"

"Mac?" Their faces were filled with indecision now, but trepidation gave way to desire. With the slightest of motions, Mac slipped into Goo, allowing gravity to slowly connect their waists. For a long while they stared at each other in the same way as a moment before, not sure where to go, or if they they should ever stop. As if with a mind of its' own, Mac's waist began to lift up again, only to bury itself deeply back into Goo. The motion repeated many times, and each time the two lover's eyes slowly shut, letting their passion not get in the way of anything else. Goo laid back completely, throwing her legs tightly around Mac. As he reached down and kissed Goo, he tried to pace himself; Goo was incredibly tight, given her virgin nature and her astounding flexibility this didn't surprise him. It made making love with her the most incredible experience as his shaft seemed to be tugged by a thousand slick hands, dragging him further into the smoky queen below him. Her hair lay in ragged clumps around her shoulders and breasts, moving only as much as would allow Mac to caress and grip them, enhancing Goo's pleasure. She began to match Mac's thrusts with her own, making the sound of their union smack in the air. Soon they began to giggle through their soft groans and sighs. It was the most incredible feeling they had ever experienced, and they wanted more.

Goo tossed herself around, pinning Mac to the couch and, after deftly positioning her waist directly over his own, began to ride Mac in a gently, yet powerful manner. Mac gripped her hips and forced her onto his rod, letting her miniscule weight force herself onto his member only harder. As the thrusting intensified, Goo placed her hands on his chest, letting the euphoria build. Mac matched her rhythm and let her long, obsidian hair lash out and caress his face. Suddenly Goo forced herself down incredibly hard and bit her lip, as the first of many orgasms overcame her. Mac took Goo by the waist and continued. Using his newfound strength once more, Mac pulled out and put Goo over the armrest of the couch. Embracing her from behind, Goo held onto Mac's shaft and guided it into her, letting Mac piston himself in and out, filling the air with the light slaps of waist to butt. Soon the sound increased, the pitch of their grunts and sighs becoming lower.

Goo turned herself around and, using the armrest as a makeshift pillow, pulled her legs almost completely over her head. Mac wasted no time in throwing the long, pencil-thin legs over his small shoulders and continued to thrust away, kissing her face, her lips, her neck, her breasts, anything that would bring them closer together. Mac wasn't pistoning himself anymore; now he was fully locked with Goo, thrusting, putting as much pressure as he could into her. Goo's tight womanhood had run slick many times, allowing his rod easy access. Goo's eyes were almost permanently shut, the exertion of so many orgasms forcing her to make every move. Mac still couldn't believe how tight she was, even after so much. Holding onto his mocha-toned lover, he stretched out so much he thought he would cramp every muscle of his body and let himself reach orgasm, filling his lover with his seed.

As he looked into his now sleeping love's shut eyes, he wiped away some of the hair that was shrouding her beautiful face. Kissing her in a way only a lover could, he slept, still locked within Goo.

The morning came a bit too early for the too. They sat, nude, and held hands, wondering what the next day would bring. Looking at each other's spent, sweaty bodies, they smiled and laughed and walked to the bathroom. As the steamy water in the shower sprayed gently forth, they entered, and made love again, something not planned, but not unimagined.

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It was warm that afternoon. The principal had chased away the contractors working on the air conditioning, claiming they were aliens from another world. Lunch looked like it was from wherever those contractors came from, and Todd could swear he saw it looking at him. Oh well, he thought, just another day at Wayside.

Mrs. Jewel’s class was muggy, although he never saw Shari take off her coat. How she slept in this heat, he could never tell. Of course, it wasn’t as if things were ever normal in this school. Myron was giving some lame speech about some lame guy who did some lame thing, and Todd frankly wanted to join Shari a good number of times. But every drop of sweat that would bead down his red head reminded him that that probably wasn’t a good idea. Salvation! The bell rang at its usual early time, and the class filed out in a mad scramble to escape this broiler of a learning facility. As much as he hated walking down the thirty stories…or twenty-nine if you believe the popular legend, he knew it would be well worth it to get back home with nice cool air. Like protestors rallying against some picket of riot cops, a line of students marched towards the door, glad to be free.

Unfortunately, freedom wouldn’t be quick in coming. No sooner did the sweet, cool kiss of outside air brush against them did the massive doors of the school slam shut. Enormous iron shutters slid down over every window, and every other exit seemed to sprout bars and spikes. Some of the students felt scared, others enraged that they had to stay any longer. Just as a fight was about to break out, the principal’s voice came over the speakers.

“Class, until this alien incursion is repelled, we can’t release you. You will all be under quarantine until the extraterrestrial menace has been wiped out. That is all!” Todd began to bash his head against a locker, and many of the other students began their own ritual for coming to grips with their leaders’ madness. Dana, ever the pragmatist, spoke out,

“This isn’t fair,” she cried out, “the rules state that we get out NOW! Plus, there’s no such thing as aliens.”

“Not true!” Myron replied. “Haven’t you heard of the Roswell incident? Aliens are real.” Soon, the commons area was a warzone of people who believed in E.T. and those that didn’t. Todd ducked out from under a flurry of spit-wads that seemed to be going at a machine gun pace. Like he was in some cheesy war movie, Todd ducked under bunkers of books and fortresses of desks. Soon, he spotted sanctuary, a broom closet, likely Louis’s who was sick for the day. Halo fever… Deftly turning the knob, he ducked inside, closed the door and locked it, so that nobody else could invade his private hovel. He sighed, a cool smirk on his face. Lying back, he put his head on his arms and considered a quick nap. The place was hot and muggy, but compared to out there, it was the Ritz. Suddenly, though, a strange feeling came over Todd, that feeling that you were being watched. He opened his eyes, and noticed a pair staring back, somewhat like his lunch earlier. Startled, he yelped, and was frightened even further when the owner of the eyes yelped back. Sitting up and turning around, he backed against the door, ready to either be eaten, or run for his life. To his relief, it was only Dana, holding the same surprised look in her bespectacled eyes.

“Jeez, Dana, you almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing here?” She cocked her eyebrows and waved a thumb towards the carnage just past the locked door. “Oh, I suppose that’s a good reason.” She nodded, that all-knowing look in her eyes.

“Yeah, when the spit-balls start flying, I hole up in here. Thanks for locking the door behind you, Todd, I guess I forgot to when I slipped in.” Peeling himself from the door, Todd took a seat next to Dana, and listened as the school ripped itself apart. They laughed as they heard familiar voices cry out. The staccato thud of spit wads hitting the door reminded them every now and then that it wasn’t safe to come out. Every so often, her glasses would fog up, and she’d have to wipe them down with her shirt. He’d catch a glimpse at her belly button sometimes and realized that she wasn’t enjoying the heat any more than he was; she was sweating profusely. He thought of doing something to help alleviate her problem. Noticing a batch of towels on a rack, he pulled one off and handed to her. When she didn’t take it, he tapped her shoulder, unsure if she was noticing the gesture. She gave him a puzzled look.

“What’s this for, Todd?”

“You look like you could need it, that’s all.”

“Why?” He pointed to her sweat-damped striped shirt, the perspiration making dark, wavy lines from the neck down.

“Isn’t all that sweat bothering you?” Without any other provocation, Dana stood up, and faster than he could take a breath, Dana took her shirt off. She let it fold down in a perfect, wavy pattern on the floor. Only moments after did she notice Todd looking, his jaw firmly plastered on the floor.

“What?”

“Dana!” he said with a hand over his face, “put your shirt on, it’s not decent!” She rolled her eyes, and said in her usual tone,

“When people get warm, our bodies sweat to cool us off, otherwise we get heat stroke. That’s what I learned in biology, but then, you’d never know because you’re always getting kicked out of school before that class.” Todd pulled his hand away to level a finger at her in protest. Before he could utter a word, he stopped.

Todd had never noticed it before. In all of the while he had been at Wayside School, he had never really taken a close look at Dana. While most of the times, he was desperate to evade her wacky spasms, he’d not actually gotten a chance to know her. She was smart, of that there wasn’t much question. She was also very passionate about what she believed in, and would fight for them, no matter how insignificant whatever they were. But what he’d never noticed, never seen, never thought to think about was that right now, looking at him through her dark hair and her coke-bottle glasses…Dana was kind of cute. The way her stomach planed down, perfectly smooth and uniform, the freckles on her shoulders giving a kind of contrast to her delicate-looking skin. Man, he thought, if Maurecia could see into his head now, she’d probably wallop him into the 19th floor.

His thoughts were quickly halted as he felt a tug at his own shirt. That tug quickly became an all-out yank as he suddenly saw a world of red cotton and a tag telling him not to dry-clean this garment. Then, his eyes were focused again on Dana, who was now in possession of a new shirt.

“Hey!” He called out.

“Rules are rules, Todd, and that biology class told me to make sure you don’t get heat stroke.” She said this as if it were second nature for her to rip off a classmate’s shirt after unceremoniously doing the same herself. She was now lying against the wall of the room, hands on the back of her head, humming some tune he’d never heard. Stealing glances at Dana once more, he gazed at her stomach that slowly curved up to her sternum where a dainty bridgework of ribs softly rising and falling with her breathing. They slid one next to another, terminating at a white bra that…he bit his lip, almost enough to draw blood. Her bra had fared no better from her sweating, and now her breasts, things that a bra was supposed to cover up, were now accentuated by the thin material. They were small, yet developing, hardly worth the bra, he thought. Then, it came to him, in one great epiphany. A smirk that went from one side of the school to another went over his face.

He cautiously slid his way over to Dana, making sure she stayed in her musical fantasy land. Just when he was in the proper position, he curved his right arm under the crevice made where Dana was propped against the wall. Deftly placing his other hand in position without her knowing, he reached, grasping the clasp of her bra and, to his luck, he thought, got them undone. By this time, Dana had time to react and prevented Todd from removing the garment completely.

“Todd!” He simply replied by imitating that look she often gave to her classmates.

“Hey, Dana, rules are rules, and I wouldn’t want you getting sick.” Her eyebrows furrowed. On the one hand, she was losing her bra. On the other hand, she was disobeying the rules set before her. With a sigh of acceptance, she let the bra slip to the floor. Todd glanced on as he got his first uninterrupted look at Dana’s chest. Her breasts were capped by two small, perfectly circular nipples that seemed completely unaffected by their current situation.

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it that sweat cools us off, y’know, why we had to take off our shirts?

“Silly! ‘Cause water helps retain cool temperatures, that’s why. If you want to look at some of my notes, I would be more than happy to…” she never finished the sentence. Todd had leaned forward and, without objection or invitation, began to move his tongue around her chest, letting his tongue circle slowly around the top of her stomach. “What are you…?” she asked in baited breaths.

“You were so sweaty, you must be really hot, I’m just trying to cool you down.” He began to loll his tongue around her navel, letting his tongue fall in like it was a whirlpool of flesh. She gasped, a frightened look in her eye; she’d never felt like this before. Sticking his tongue deeply into her belly button made her spasm quickly. He looked up at her and saw that she didn’t know what was happening, but knew she wanted it to keep going. She slid down, furthering her angle against the wall. Todd began to gently glide his mouth further up, letting his tongue wriggle over each of her ribs. Soon, he began making lazy circles around her breasts, and noticed that she began to form goose bumps, and her nipple became stiff.

Good, Todd thought. This had to mean she was getting cooler. Much to his surprise, however, Dana said in deep, panting breaths,

“Todd, I’m getting really hot.” His eyes widened, and he suddenly became unsure if he was helping or hurting her. That’s when another set of thoughts came to his mind. If stroking and wetting down a part of her body caused it to cool down, which her hardened breasts proclaimed, then, ipso facto, that process would work somewhere else. At least that’s what his reasoning would be if she asked. Feeling a rush of confidence, he got on his hands again, and asked, ready to go at a moment’s notice,

“Where is it hot? I can help cool you off!” She was arguably sweatier now than before, her body glistening like a statue in the rain. Her hair was sticking to her body in loose strands that seemed to accentuate her features like marbling. She was blushing, unsure of how to answer. Her hands twitched in the air, recoiling every so often as her uncertainty wouldn’t allow her to point out where exactly. Wishing to keep his guise intact, he chose not to correct her, her hesitation only making her look more precious. At last, Dana closed her eyes and sighed, letting her hands fall to her lap, and she flipped at the zipper to her khaki shorts. Knowing precisely what she meant, Todd skidded back on his knees, and began untying her shoes, something like an EMT preparing a patient. He took a sort of amusement from this analogy, and began in his mind ‘prepping the subject’. Her shoes came off easily enough, and her crazy-colored socks weren’t much harder to remove. Her shorts were mottled with perspiration every few inches, and her breaths made it difficult to finally take hold of the zipper. Sliding it down with a languid slither, he caught a faint glimpse at her panties, but the somewhat dim lighting arrangements of the closet didn’t give him too much to view. That had to change, Todd thought.

He gripped the beige button of her shorts, and began unclasping it. She wore the garment tightly, apparently, and it popped open. It wasn’t to hide some sort of weight issue, she was very lithe and well-sculpted, but for some reason, she was wearing it much more tightly than she should have been. Deciding not to let such a petty quirk bother him, he looked at the treasure his ventures had brought him to. Her panties looked almost like her socks: multi-colored horizontal stripes, with a white frill at the top. Much to his appreciation, they too were damp, her own fluids setting her girlhood in wondrous relief to the rest of her body. They were opaque, however, and exposed little more than the shape of what he was about to witness.

At the home stretch, Todd grabbed the sides of Dana’s panties and began to slide them ever so gently down her legs. The way she was sitting made it nigh-impossible for her to get them off unaided, so she arched her back, giving the boy in front of her a spectacular view of her vagina. In his kneeling position, it seemed as if the lightly tanned petals of her womanhood beckoned him toward them. Soon, the wet article came off of her feet, which were pointing straight in the air by Todd’s design. He skimmed his hand down from her ankles to her thighs, and gently parted them, just so much so as to let Dana see what was going on. Her eyes were open, but not wide, her own sensual feelings likely dulling all of her senses other than touch. Normally, he would have wanted to savor the scent of her, but the principal would come out of his insane alien fixation at any moment, so time was an issue. He used his fingers first, letting them part her folds, wetting them from within Dana. She had her eyes closed, and her head bent back. She wanted nothing more than for him to do this, so he obliged. Cupping her small behind in his hands, he began to let his mouth explore her sexuality. His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue quickly followed suit. He waved it upwards and downwards, letting the tip contour to her every curve. Her legs parted twice as far as before. Then he slipped his tongue inside her vagina proper, and began lolling it around her, engorging himself in every decadent taste. Dana’s back arched, her breathing stifled by her want to stay in each moment of ecstasy as long as she could. If Todd could have smiled, he certainly would have when she placed her hands on the back of his head and buried him in her loins. That was good enough, thought Todd.

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Taking both of her hands in his, he lifted himself up and stared deeply into the girl’s fog-smudged eyes. Uncertainty, desire, and passion all played their parts in confusing her features. Such a hard girl to read, he thought. No matter, what was about to happen took about as much thinking as tying your shoes. Speaking of clothes, he inflected with another smirk as he gripped the edges of his own pants, tugging the baggy garment down until his briefs were exposed to the warm air. Dana could clearly see the lump contained within, and looked up at the new boy, again waiting lustily for his next move. His underwear was much tighter than before, but he still managed to get them off with little trouble. And there he was, nude atop a fairly hot girl, about to make the biggest score he’d made thusfar in his life. Dana, almost instinctively, laid back and spread her legs, her tongue-slicked petals waiting for his delivery. Calmly, she leaned up, put a hand over his shoulder and grabbed his member. Todd closed his eyes as she began to tug slowly, rubbing the head against her opening, the wetness apparent to his sensitive part. She began nibbling his ear and began to whisper some sweet nothing into his ear,

“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you, Todd?” Without warning, her legs knocked him onto his own back, the hand which was formerly caressing him was now gripping his throat, and the other, to his extreme displeasure, was equally firm in grasping his piece, her short fingernails coming close to biting through the thin flesh of his nether-area. She was on top now, a fury in his eye he’d never witnessed in her before. If she weren’t inches from castrating him, he would have probably found it attractive. “Did you really believe I was falling for all of that ‘heat stroke’ nonsense? I’m smart enough to know when some newbie’s trying to con his way into my pants, and I have to hand it to you, for a second I almost fell for it.” That smug condescension she had when she knew she had someone by the balls…figuratively, came over her tone. “But you made one big mistake that set me back on track. When I let my arms down, a normal person wouldn’t have known where to go beyond that. A guy like you, on the other hand…” Todd wanted to interject, to shout out for help, but her grip was a fine enough deterrent to those thoughts.

“Now, what to do? Tell the principal I was nearly raped by a new kid who trapped me in the closet?” Her voice was full of mock drama, as if she were laying out scenarios-to-be. She snickered, a nasal quality to her laugh. She leaned down until she was face to face with Todd and kissed him. He was dumbfounded, a jumble of unhappy thoughts and consequences bounding through his mind at a speed so quick he thought his head would explode from the inertia. Her tongue was now the stronger of the two, and she seemed to delight in the fact that he offered no physical resistance. She closed her eyes, her dual grips still tight. “I think that little story will work for now. However, our little ‘business arrangement’ doesn’t necessarily have to be all in my favor.” She released her stranglehold on Todd’s neck and took his arm. It was tense, but didn’t fight her movements. Taking a long, slow ride across her breasts, stomach, and even her womanhood, she let the hand rest on her behind.

“Much better, don’t you think, Todd?” He nodded his head stupidly. The way her body leaned over him, the way her hair bristled against his skin, and even the occasional time his imprisoned organ rubbed against her bottom caused that same part of his anatomy to pulse, captured but not silenced. She noticed, and slightly reduced the pressure. “Still after me, huh? Well, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen: you’re going to be mine from now on, understood? I will have you when I want, where I want. Don’t worry, there’s a lot of places to hide in this little asylum; plenty of dark niches where the two of us could…get close.” As she said this, her lower body gyrated, her bottom rubbing sensually against his rod.

“Now,” she said with a purring laugh that she said hovering next to his ear, “enough with the foreplay.”

After what seemed to be millennia for the poor boy, Dana released her grip on his shaft. On all fours, she hovered over his still-standing member. Her body language couldn’t hide it, she was as anxious for sex as Todd was. Gravity made it hard for her to tease him and, in fact his head disappeared within her glistening folds on more than one occasion. At first, she thought she was doing a rather shoddy job, but seeing Todd’s eyes clenched tight, and his lip almost bleeding from him biting down on it told her otherwise. She clutched his rod again, and one clenched eye shot open, worrying that another round of penile excruciation was about to begin.

Dana looked down at Todd and realized that she had made quite the catch in him. His red hair was smooth and well-trimmed, leading down to his face that she herself saw was very cute, including his gapped teeth that seemed to be counterparts to her own bucked choppers. He was so much like me, she thought. Even further down, she saw similarities. His stomach had only the lightest of sculpts, and seemed to cave in as he breathed in this position, something her own stomach did as she felt it sometimes, wondering. Wondering what it would be like to find a boy like her, wondering what it would feel like. So much like…me, she thought once more; one of a small Illuminati of sane individuals in this morass of lunacy. Clearly she also knew he was intelligent, having come so close to having her based on trickery alone. Maybe Todd might become something more to me than just some toy.

“What?” Todd asked, his eyes still focused on his entrapped loins. Had she been thinking out loud? Flustered, like any schoolgirl who let out a secret prematurely, she scrabbled in her mind a solution. If he should think I have true feelings for him, he might get confident enough to try something on her. She had to think of something and fast. When it came to her, she smiled, closed her eyes, and let her legs slide out from under her.

The feeling was fast. The feeling was unexpected. The feeling was impossible. As Todd looked where a hand had once been, all there was was Dana’s waist. He thought she’d slipped, perhaps pounced on him to teach him some kind of lesson. The tight, warm feeling of her velvety insides told him a far different story. Neither of them moved for a few moments. Dana’s first reaction was to lift up, the pain of her first penetration completely unexpected. She was no fool, she knew the art of sex through and through…via her studies, of course. That was her biggest flaw; she had no experience, so she didn’t prepare herself for the jolt as her maidenhead was taken. On the other hand, she was also blissfully unaware of the feelings that came after. As she kneeled there, with Todd still half way in her, she reached down a hand and felt where she became him and where he became her. She felt his piece, slick from entering her. The gentle caress she gave it made it pulse with a rush of energy. As it throbbed deep within her, as flesh expanded against flesh, she breathed in, tasting the air around her. Letting go of her mind, she bent down, kissed Todd longer than she’d ever kissed a boy before, and lowered her waist, letting her body do whatever it wanted.

At first it was slow, very slow. Todd, now in another world entirely, took Dana by the waist and began thrusting. His movements were so soft, so delicate that even as their moist bodies connected, they made no sound. They were kissing at first, of that there was no question. They made the noises, and generally did it as a formality. As their young bodies began to realize what was happening, that changed. As each thrust connected hip to hip, and lover to lover, the meaning became much more sensual, more purposeful. Soon they were exploring each other’s mouths, letting their tongues connect with each other as if it were a parody of what was happening below. Dana groaned into Todd’s mouth, and he felt her nipples stiffen against his chest.

Through the rush of sexual exhilaration he was feeling, he thought of how dangerous and thrilling it was to be doing what they were doing. He would have never pictured he would be making love to a girl in a school while it was still occupied. He’d fantasized about getting with some of the girls, but only in secluded or deeply erotic places where risk wasn’t a factor. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if someone opened that door and discovered them. What a sight: two students, the newbie and the nerd, having passionate sex in the janitor’s closet. Todd realized it didn’t matter. He didn’t care if his classmates, his teachers, the principal, hell, even aliens knew about. He loved… he loved her. It hit him like one of Maurecia’s little ‘taps’.

He stopped in the middle of his thrusts, and Dana looked down at him, her eyelids moving slowly. Todd curled his legs under himself and raised his body, letting the ebon-haired girl rest on his waist. Staring into each other’s eyes, bodies still entwined, their stares didn’t match. Dana’s eyes were low, glazed, and in another place altogether. Todd’s were fixed, and fiery with intent. He placed his hands on the small of her back and pressed, letting him engorge her. She moaned, and Todd began kissing her neck. She was warm to the touch, but nowhere near as hot as her vagina. When he lifted her, he felt a small slick; she must have had many orgasms. Despite this, she still managed to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him tightly, letting their bodies press together even further. As she bobbed over and over again on her lover’s rod, she breathed into his ear, letting every grunt be heard as she impaled herself.

Todd wasn’t holding up, their new position put his pleasure to a new level of ecstasy. He was pounding Dana so hard and so fast he was afraid he was hurting her, but every time he felt her clench more tightly, every time her small frame shuddered with lust, he went faster. The pressure was intense; Todd felt as if he were holding back an inescapable tide. With the slapping of their young bodies combined with her passionate grunts, he was going deaf. Soon he heard himself over the din, his own moaning overpowering his partner’s. Just when he thought he was going to pass out from exertion, he arched his back, thrust as powerfully as he could into Dana, and released. His body became weightless as his first orgasm rocked him to his core, an icy warmth coursing through his veins. At last, his first erotic experience completed, he laid back and felt the girl of his dreams curl next to him.

Many happy minutes later, the principal’s voice rang out in the PA system; the aliens had apparently been defeated and all was well. The sound of steel shutters flying back entered into the closet and the later sound of other students rushing past them told them it was time to leave. They got dressed, all the while looking at each other. Though they’d go home for the day, eat and sleep somewhere else, maybe even have feelings for each other in different places, a part of them would always stay at Wayside.

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