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An Indecent Awakening by Emily Tilton

Beginning the process of doing her ‘homework’ made Stacy feel like she might lose her mind, but in a way she found strangely pleasant, at least until she actually had to sit down, naked at her laptop, to do it. Then the feeling of insanity became a little more ambiguous. Until that point, though, she had felt rather warm between her legs as she thought about it, despite the way Ben had denied her the pleasure of masturbation, to which she had become so used before the bizarre events of that fateful Friday afternoon.

Only three days ago, Stacy thought as she set up to make the video of herself watching Polly Gets Caught on Monday afternoon. She had removed her clothes, but laid them conveniently on the bed in case she had to scramble back into them if she heard her mom come home. Part of her, of course, couldn’t believe that she really was doing this ‘homework’ assignment. That was the same part that said that even if her parents kicked her out of the house for watching porn—which they probably wouldn’t even do—she could go live with her friend Maria, which would be closer to the restaurant anyway.

The path of virtue. Ridiculous, completely ridiculous. She knew that, right?

Stacy was proud of her intelligence, despite having decided to put off college until she was sure she could afford it on her own. Given the fickleness of her parents’ support and their tendency to try to control her, she wanted to be absolutely sure she could pay her whole way through before she started.

But even without the benefit of advanced courses in philosophy, Stacy knew that the path of virtue wasn’t supposed to include porn, or ultra-dirty sex lessons involving porn in the basement of a guy who said he would pass you on to a friend when he was done with you.

Unless… here was the tricky part, Stacy thought as she looked through the contents of the secret porn folder buried deep in her file directory, which nevertheless took up half the space on her hard drive. Unless I decide I’m going to let Ben Weathers decide what virtue means for me.

There it was: Polly Gets Caught. It struck her as even weirder than it usually did that you could put porn in alphabetical order. She had carefully renamed all the videos, which she had downloaded under titles like 10347_a_71.mp4, to things like Pete and Amy, Polly Gets Caught, and Priest and Schoolgirl—or, in the case of the dirtiest, simple numbers, one through ten. She could find whatever she wanted quickly, and except when she binged, because she had denied herself for a few days, Stacy only usually needed to watch for ten minutes before she came, and could go on about the rest of her day. But the experience struck her as so unruly that she always felt a strange little surprise to see that the video she wanted—for her ‘homework’—was right where she had left it, automatically sorted by her computer’s operating system.

Virtue. What Ben Weathers seemed to mean by ‘virtue’ was in fact, it appeared, what—if she remembered correctly, since she had only watched Polly Gets Caught once—the hero of this video, which Ben had assigned to her, meant when he instructed Polly about the proper use of her ‘heiny’ and her ‘cooch.’

Stacy swallowed hard, just thinking about what she would now watch, as she propped her phone up to take the video of her watching a porn video, and not playing with herself. As she saw in her head the vague memory of what this video contained—the Appalachian-type uncle-figure guy telling Polly how a good girl only let the right man use her cooch and her heiny—the need to play with herself already began to seem unbearable. Could she tie her hands to the arms of her chair? she thought wildly—or to her sides?

Then of course she saw in her head that leather belt restraint, from another video—Taming Haley, she thought it must be—the one with the cuffs on the side, intended to prevent exactly what Ben had told her she must not do, if she were to stay on the path of virtue and escape punishment at her next lesson, tomorrow at 10 a.m. Haley, that video intimated, liked to play with herself, but her husband had brought her to a special facility to be cured of her vice.

Cured of the vice of self-pleasuring, and set on the path of virtue. None of the videos used those terms—even Priest and Schoolgirl—but many, many of them implied the same kind of ridiculous idea of education: sex training as the improvement of women—lessons to make women pleasurable for men to put their cocks into, and to fuck in whatever manner suited the men at the time.

That was supposed to be the difference between real sex and porn, wasn’t it? You weren’t supposed to want to be fucked, right? You were supposed to want to be respected, and made love to. You were supposed to want to have Jack on top of you, pushing gently until his cock filled his condom with his semen, and he asked if you liked it.

Fuck that. Literally.

Stacy adjusted her propped-up phone against the back panel of the bookshelf atop her desk until it showed a view of her face and her naked chest down to her tummy. She had shopped that morning for a couple of skirts and a dress; taking off her new orange miniskirt, her panties, and her pink top, so she could watch the video naked as Ben had told her to do, had made her blush all over. She debated trying to get the pussy into the frame of the video, so that she could be absolutely sure Ben wouldn’t accuse her of somehow playing with herself out of frame, but she decided the strategy she had hit upon, of keeping her hands folded in front of her breasts, would do.

And if she squeezed a little bit down below, would Ben know? And if he did know… Stacy swallowed hard again and pressed record on the video. She looked at her phone and said, “Okay, sir, I’m going to watch the video now.”

She reached for the mouse, and hesitated for just a moment. Even if she decided that she wanted to find sexual experiences that were more like the ones in Polly Gets Caught than the ones implied in Pride and Prejudice, that didn’t mean that she should let Ben Weathers tell her of what the path of virtue consisted, did it? Why should she give into what seemed from the outside like the madness of Ben’s ‘lessons’? The idea of doing the homework he had assigned, and of going back to his house tomorrow to be objectified and undoubtedly made his fuck-toy again—to let him shave her between her legs, to let him degrade her and continue her training as a porn-girl—scared her.

And she didn’t really have to, did she? Because her parents wouldn’t kick her out, would they? And if they did, she could live with Maria, couldn’t she?

Her mind wouldn’t stop going round and round that way. Stacy probably had a half-hour before her mom came home. Thankfully, Polly Gets Caught, like most of Stacy’s videos, was only ten minutes long. There would be no other opportunity to do her homework for Ben after that.

And if she didn’t do her homework, Stacy knew for certain she would be whipped with that strap that hung on the back of the closet door in Ben’s basement, or perhaps paddled with the wooden paddle; maybe he would use that for academic failings, rather than the strap. She gulped, clicked the play button, and quickly returned her hands to her midriff, clasping them in a pleading sort of grasp.

On her laptop’s screen, Polly, a young-looking eighteen-year-old, regarded herself in her bedroom mirror, twirling her blond pigtail on her left forefinger. She wore a short school-uniform plaid skirt and a white blouse. No tie, thank goodness; Stacy thought those ties with girl’s uniform were incredibly stupid-looking.

Polly’s right hand went to the front of her skirt, and lifted it up to reveal white cotton panties. Stacy felt her fists clench. This was the point in the video where she inevitably would have exposed her own panties to her own view. She felt her pussy’s nakedness keenly; she could just touch herself there a little, couldn’t she? Then she thought of what Ben had said about shaving her down there, and her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

Oh, God, Stacy thought, suddenly remembering what Polly would do now, and remembering how hot she had thought it the one time she had watched this video. Why had she never watched it again? What was it that the uncle figure did that had made her think, I’m not watching that one again any time soon?

Polly reached her left hand down and started to gather the gusset of the white panties into a little bunched rope. The screen showed all this naughty action in the mirror, shot from over Polly’s right shoulder.

Polly switched hands; her left hand held the skirt up above her waist, and her right hand pulled on the panty rope, pulled it into her bare, smooth pussy. Polly bit her lower lip.

Stacy whimpered in frustration, clenching and unclenching her fists as her pussy spasmed and wet her thighs, crying out for pleasure. She glanced at her phone, and saw a look of terrible arousal on her face: creased brow, compressed lips.

Polly whimpered, too, as she bucked her hips, and pulled her panties inside her pussy lips and up against her clit, watching the shameful sight in the mirror all the while, just as the camera did. Stacy loved panties; she loved videos where panties were important and she loved to play with her own panties. She always felt like girls’ panties were removed too quickly in the vast majority of the videos she watched, but Polly Gets Caught wasn’t like that: for a full minute, as Stacy found her breath coming more and more harshly, Polly rode her innocent white panties.

She pulled them up until they had seemed to disappear entirely between her pink inner lips. She cried out as she tightened the fabric against her clit and then used her left hand to rub all along the length of her pussy and even down and back further, where the panty rope must be pressing excitingly against her anus. Then she released the panties and pulled them out, looking dark and damp, and caressed her clit with the fingertips of that left hand, until Stacy saw her hips seem to move of their own accord against the rubbing. Then, again, the panties bunched in the fist of Polly’s right hand, held lightly against her pussy, rubbed playfully across, up and down, and in…

“Polly, what are you doing?” came the voice of the uncle figure, from off-camera. The screen cut to a shot of him coming into the room, wearing jeans, with no shirt. He was beefy, and not very handsome, but was not a terrible actor and he had the tone of voice down. Stacy felt a flush of embarrassment, in sympathy with Polly, and her mind flashed to the moment when the door of her room had opened to reveal Ben Weathers standing there. She felt her arousal start to flow into her panties at that thought—that similarity.

Polly’s going to learn a lesson now, her mind couldn’t help saying. Just like you did.

“N-nothing,” Polly protested, turning to him and dropping her skirt. “I just got home from school, Uncle Billy.”

“Now you know,” said Uncle Billy, “that your mama wants me to take care of you, even though we’re not related, right?”

That kind of thing always made Stacy smile. Sometimes they bothered making it clear that there was no actual incest involved, and sometimes—in the most amateur ones—they didn’t.

“Yes, sir,” Polly said, looking theatrically fearful but also, Stacy could see, suppressing a smile. Sir. Why did that word have such an effect on Stacy?

“Do you want to tell me what you were doing,” asked Uncle Billy, “or do you want to make it worse for yourself?” His tone was severe and threatening.

“But I wasn’t doing anything!” Polly wailed, her performance clearly raised a notch by Uncle Billy’s very realistic one.

“Give me your panties, Polly,” Uncle Billy said. “Right this instant. I’m going to see for myself.”

“What?” Polly said.

“Give me your panties, girl. I can already promise you you’re going to get a spanking. Do you want me to have to use my belt?”

“No, sir,” Polly whimpered.

Stacy was breathing terribly hard now, her fists clenched tight and held firmly against her breastbone. Please, she thought, please just let me…

She tried squeezing her thighs. She had heard that you could sometimes even come that way, but the little bit of pleasure it gave only made her bite her lip in frustration that she couldn’t have more.

If only he hadn’t mentioned the belt, she thought.

How could she possibly make it through the whole video?

“Alright,” Ben said. “We’re going to watch your homework assignment together in a few minutes. Were you a good girl for me? Did you stay on the path of virtue?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy said meekly, looking over her right shoulder at him.

They stood in the basement, at the bottom of the stairs. Stacy had certainly seen that Ben had set up the spanking bench, facing the entertainment center and replacing the coffee table, but she had given no sign of recognition. Three of Stacy’s videos involved spanking benches, if Ben remembered correctly, so he felt certain that she knew the thing’s purpose.

“Get those clothes off, now,” Ben said. “From now on, unless I tell you different before we come down to the basement, you must always take all your clothes off as soon as get here. We both know what you’re here for, porn-girl, and you need to learn to show me how well you understand what that means. Next time you don’t strip immediately, you’ll get a whipping.”

He looked at Stacy, who now seemed to register the presence of the bench, and seemed frozen in place in the open space on the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

“Stacy? Do I have to repeat myself? Get those clothes off for me this instant.” Ben reached forward with his left hand and took hold of the hem of Stacy’s short green skirt. He pulled it up to reveal blue nylon panties. He took a small step forward and brought his right hand down hard in a spank to the seat of those panties.

Ben spanked her again, hard. “Do I have to repeat myself, porn-girl? Now’s not a time for clothing, where you’re concerned.”

“No, sir!” she cried. Stacy’s hands went to the button at the neck of the white cotton top she wore.

“I think you just lost your panties for the next few days, Stacy,” Ben said conversationally, letting go of Stacy’s skirt but being careful to leave it hiked.

“What?” Stacy whirled to face him.

“From now on,” Ben said, “panties are a privilege, for you. You just lost that privilege.”

“Oh, please… sir, please don’t.” Her fingers fumbled at the buttons as she looked pleadingly into his eyes.

“This is what the path of virtue means for you, Stacy,” Ben said. “I can’t let you get away with thinking that you can take your time obeying me. A few days without panties is exactly what you need. You should feel lucky that I’m not telling you to wear that cute short skirt without your panties. You may wear a sundress, and remember what a man like me would see if he lifted it up high enough. Especially since you’re getting shaved today.”

Stacy’s fingers seemed to have even more trouble with the buttons, then, but she finally got them undone and, trembling, lifted the top off over her head and laid it on the little table where she had laid her clothes at her previous lesson. Ben smiled to see the blue nylon bra that matched the panties he had exposed.

Stacy tugged the hem of her skirt down so that she could get at the button at her waistband, and covered over those panties. Ben had an urge to reprimand her for that, but to do so seemed unfair even to his dominant impulses; after all, Stacy couldn’t remove the skirt otherwise. The thought of making sure that his porn-girl always asked permission when there was the slightest chance she might be about to deny him the shameful sight of her nakedness made him hard nonetheless. Maybe next time he would tell her that even covering up her panties to follow another instruction of his, without permission, would earn her a spanking.

Stacy undid the button at the back of her skirt and pulled the zipper down, looking at the floor the whole time, clearly unable to meet Ben’s eyes. She folded the skirt and put it on the table. In her pretty blue bra and panties, she faced Ben. She bit her lower lip as she put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra.

Then she seemed to pause, and she looked at Ben, standing there with his arms folded across his chest. The pause lasted only a second or two, but Ben loved it, and the way it aroused him, to see that she still resisted; she still didn’t want to be made to strip for him. He hoped, as had happened with both Peggy and Julie, that the resistance would never go completely away; the idea that the lessons Ben gave were shameful, and embarrassing, made up a big part of the method behind them, such as it was. Stacy should never be shameless; every time Ben made her take off her underwear, she must pause, realize how naughty she had been to watch porn, and how naughty Ben demanded that she be now that he had taken her in hand as his very own porn-girl.

But she didn’t protest, because of course she knew Ben would punish her. And he thought he could tell that the idea of the punishment for protesting aroused her even further. Stacy unhooked the bra, shrugged it off, and put it on the table. She pulled her blue panties down, off one bent leg, then the other, and she stood naked before him.

“Go into the bathroom,” Ben said, pointing at the door in the far wall, which led to the very nice bathroom he had built himself. “Leave the door open. Take a hot bath.”

“What? Why?” Stacy’s brow furrowed in dismay.

“I think you know why, baby. It’s time for your pussy to be bare, just like Polly’s, and just like the other girls I’ve taught, and just like every porn-girl on your videos. Give me your phone before you go in there, and I’ll set up your homework video so we can watch it at the same time—while we watch Polly herself.”

Stacy’s jaw dropped a little. She clearly hadn’t thought about the possibilities that Ben’s skill as an amateur media engineer opened up. She reached to where she had laid her purse, on the same table by the bottom of the stairs, and fetched the phone. As she handed it to Ben, she looked like she wanted to say something. Maybe something like, “Please don’t make me watch it.” Ben smiled, as he thought of the effect it would have on her to have to watch the two videos together, especially the way he planned to make her watch them.

“Tell me your passcode,” he said. “From now on, I’ll be checking your phone at every lesson, to make sure you’re on the path of virtue. You don’t have to bring your laptop, because of that monitoring program I installed.”

“Oh, God,” Stacy whispered. “You… you can’t do that, can you?”

“I did, Stacy. Now go get in the tub. Door open, so I can see you.”

Ben made Stacy sit on a towel, on the side of the tub closest to the wall, which he had designed for precisely this purpose in the bright white bathroom. He had tiled a little shelf there—of the perfect width so that a girl could place her back against the wall, her knees wide spread, without worrying that she would slip. Once she sat there, of course, her teacher could comfortably lean forward and first cut her pussy hair down, then apply the shaving lotion.

Then, finally, her teacher could use a disposable razor to make her naughty pussy all his own in a very special way; something about knowing he had shaven a pussy made Ben feel like it belonged to him.

Stacy remained silent as Ben used his barber’s scissors to cut away, carefully, as much of her private fleece as he could. The hot water had made both the hair and her skin there nice and soft. Though Ben occasionally got a little naughty with a finger, running it up and down her lips to show her that her arousal was at his command, Stacy protested no more than to sigh a little, in her throat.

Stacy whimpered loudly, though, while Ben rubbed the lotion in. He said in an intimate, degrading tone, “Shh, baby. You’re just gonna get nice and smooth here for me, now. That’s all. Good girls look the way their teachers like them to look, down here.”

Stacy moaned as Ben accompanied his last words with a very firm caress, all the way from her asshole to her clit, which, Ben knew, lubricated by the shaving lotion, must feel terribly naughty. He looked into her face; she had closed her eyes, and her brow had a deep crease in it that made him want to strip naked himself and step into the tub for at least a brief fuck in Stacy’s terribly wet cunt.

“Do you know what it means, porn-girl?” Ben asked as he took up the safety razor at last. “What it means to have a bare pussy? Not to be allowed to have your hair there?” He looked into her anxious eyes. She shook her head, the ghost of her arousal still haunting her face.

Ben leaned down and focused his attention completely on her sweet pussy. Its longer hairs lay shorn upon the towel, around Stacy’s adorable little bottom-cheeks. That backside, primly seated on the side of the tub, showed him its tiny hole, with its own short hairs to be trimmed, open as it was by the spreading of her legs for her teacher’s care.

He started to shave her in short, careful swipes of the razor, loving the feeling of control it gave him to prepare her thus for his own pleasure in looking and in fucking. “It means that you have been specially prepared, for a particular kind of training.” He kept shaving her in silence for a little while, to let the idea sink into her quick mind, and to let her turn it over there for a while.

“But,” Stacy whispered, “the… the people… the girls in the videos—they’re not in training… I mean, like me…”

Ben stopped shaving for a moment, to rest his middle finger against Stacy’s pink clit. He rubbed gently, and she gave a gasping moan. “I think they’re in training in their own way, Stacy,” he said. “They might not even know it, but I think a girl who has a bare pussy—who’s not allowed to have her hair there for some reason, whether because a man took her in hand or she’s going to be in a dirty video all on her own and she knows that the girls in the dirty videos have bare pussies—I think she’s always in training to be a better girl, in one way or another.”

He went back to shaving her. She stayed quiet. Ben had almost finished now, and had begun on the sensitive area that led back to her anus. “I think,” he said quietly, “that maybe you’ve sometimes thought about doing this yourself. Is that right, porn-girl?”

“I-I…”

“How could you not, when you’ve watched so many videos? I think you didn’t do it because you were waiting for a man to do it to you, whether you liked it or not.” Ben spread her bottom open with the fingers of his left hand, so that he could reach the last stubble.

Stacy whimpered at that, but she didn’t answer. All the better, Ben thought.

“Alright,” he said, straightening up, and putting his hand on her pussy so that she could feel how much more thoroughly he could claim her, now that she was bare. “Go ahead and take a shower, and then come on out and lay yourself over the bench, facing the screen.”

He rubbed her pussy gently, as if it were a little creature who needed tender affection. Stacy’s breath came in short little pants of arousal. “Do you want to come, porn-girl?” Ben said softly.

“Y-yes, sir,” she said. “Please, sir.”

“If you’re good for me today, maybe I’ll let you come, on the spanking bench. Would that be nice?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy whimpered.

“Will you be a good porn-girl for me?”

Stacy cried out, “Yes, sir.” Ben could tell she was very near her climax. Reluctantly, he took his hand away.

He bent forward and kissed her—the first time he had done that. “Do as I’ve said, then,” he said, smiling.

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Avatar: The Last Airbender
The Unrated and Untold Stories
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Aang woke up early in the morning, ecstatic at the fact that he was finally going to learn earthebending from his new earthbending teacher, Toph.

“Good morning earthbending student!” shouted Toph as she exploded out of her stone tent.

“Good morning Seefu Toph” Aang replied respectfully.

“Hey, you never call me Seefu Katara” Katara said with a little anger in her voice.

After a few minutes of jabbering back and forth, Toph got to work teaching Aang the basics of earthbending.

While Aang and Toph practiced their earthbending, both Sokka and Katara had some time on their hands. Katara decided to go down to the small pond to maybe swim around and get some drinking water for the group. It was a beautifully sunny day as she made her way down a dirt path toward the water. Deciding that it was too nice of a day to waste, Katara started to pull off her blue robe, she’d be swimming naked today. She also wanted to give it a good cleaning before she put it back on, the cum stains, rips and tears were really starting to show. There was a certain glow to Katara’s skin as she approached the water with her naked form reflecting on the water’s surface. She did have a bathing suit, but she wasn’t in the mood to run back and get it. As she entered the glistening cool water, she had no idea that she was being watched intently from afar.

Sokka had decided to go hunting for meat while Toph and Aang began their training. He had been rudely awoken, and was clearly in a bad mood as he made his way down into a small area of trees, hoping for some kind of tree dwelling animal to satisfy the hunger in his stomach. He could hear the sound of a waterfall not to far off in the distant and believed that just maybe he would find some kind of prey using the water source at that particular moment. Sokka made his way to a tree hanging over the edge of the small water source. He climbed the tree and made his way up to a very thick branch he knew would easily support him and give him a good position to pounce on his potential prey. As he made his way to the outer edge of the limb, he looked down to see a glorious and beautiful scene taking place in the water below. He could see his younger sister undressing and revealing her beautiful form, her supple, and perfect teen tits and her trimmed pussy and tight ass. Immediately, he felt his balls tingle and his shaft begin to swell at the beautiful sight he saw unfolding in front of him. He quickly pulled his pants off carefully, balancing himself on the limb. Sokka then removed his white underwear and grabbed hold of his massive 11 inch tool, lightly stroking it at his little sister’s perfect ass.

Katara began to wade into the water, feeling the sensation of the cool water on her glowing skin. It felt good to clean off her body and hair as she began to rub her body down in the shallow water. Her body was glistening in the sunlight as she splashed the cool water all over her body and face. Since she began having sex, she had little time to clean herself off after the several sexual encounters she had engaged in. Her hair was the worst; the amount of cum that had been lodged in her little ponytail had matted it in places and left a funky smell. The constant, sensual touch of her fingers on her supple skin was starting to turn her on. The hot weather and cool water had stimulated her nipples making them hard, and excited her overused pussy. She could feel herself getting wet as she started to move her hand down the small patch of trimmed pubic hair right above her clit. As she started to rub at the edges of her pussy, she moved her other hand up to her right nipple, rubbing it sensually, making herself moan at its sensitivity.

By this point Sokka was really pumping his cock back and forth, the sight of his little sister rubbing her clit and rubbing her perfect tits was turning him on and the only thing he could do to deal with the feeling in his cock was to rub it as hard as possible. Sokka continued to watch her until she began to move out of the water to its sandy bank. When she started to move out of the water, Sokka groaned in anguish, he didn’t want the perfect picture to end so abruptly. Luckily, the view only got better as she sat down on the sandy bank and opened her legs in the direction of where Sokka was hiding. Sokka gripped his cock and started to pump it even faster as the view of her trimmed pussy was presented to him completely.

Katara had sat down on the hot sandy shores, not because she was tired of pleasuring herself, but because she wanted to get more comfortable for what she was about to do to herself. With a couple of complicated hand movements, Katara made a large portion of water rise up in the air and made it splash down on her body, cleaning her now long untangled hair, and further stimulating her sensitive nipples and wet pussy. Next she raised another portion of water and streamed it in and out of her pussy at great speed, making her moan loudly in pleasure. She knew what was going to happen, even before it took hold of her; her pussy started to spasm and her body shook as she lost her concentration and allowed the water she was bending to land on the sand in front of her.

The sight of Katara shaking from her clear orgasm was so hot to Sokka, it almost made him cum right then and there on the tree branch. Instead, he heard the tree branch he was on crack ominously and break a few seconds later with him still on it and his hand clenched around his cock. Sokka and the branch plummeted fifteen feet into the water below, making and all mighty splash in the tiny little pond. Katara had just gone through a rigorous orgasm but could still hear the loud splash.

“Dammit” said Sokka with no pants on and a massive erection showing.

“Hello!” Katara said sexily, with a hint of surprise in her voice. She thought it was really hot that her big brother was pleasuring himself at the sight of her. She was so turned on in fact, that she got on her feet and walked into the water and made her way to Sokka.

Sokka was still a little pissed off that he had not cum and that he looked like both a pervert and a dork from falling out of the tree he was in. He couldn’t help but notice his sister walking up to him in the knee high water, swaying her perfect ass and displaying her soaking wet trimmed pussy. Her body was still glistening in the sun, only turning Sokka on even more. The sudden splash in the water had doused his urgent need to cum, but his erection had remained, just as large as ever.

“I got off, but it looks like you might need a little more help, don’t you?” Katara said with a smirk on her face.

Sokka nodded stupidly; obviously he was now thinking with his downstairs brain and not his upstairs brain. He looked on as Katara reached out with her hand and took hold of his giant cock, rubbing it as she looked right into his eyes. She used her other hand to splash water onto Sokka’s lower half, in order to lube him up before she gave him the ride of his life.

Katara finished rubbing her big brother’s cock and quickly turned her ass around, rubbing it against his shaft and balls. The warm sensation of Sokka’s balls and shaft rubbing against her ass felt amazing to Katara as she picked up her pace.

The feeling of her ass grinding up and down his stiff cock felt just as good to Sokka as it did for Katara, but he wanted the real prize and was getting tired of just foreplay. Sokka grabbed Katara’s waist with both his hands and stopped her from grinding, just long enough to move his rock hard dick to the entrance of her sopping wet hole.

“Hunnhh” said Katara with surprise. She obviously didn’t expect for Sokka to take their sexual encounter to the next step. Either way, she knew that she was going to get fucked, whether she wanted it or not. Accepting the situation as it was and allowing herself to embrace her position as group slut, she willingly accepted Sokka’s monster pole into the entrance of her love tunnel.

‘Ohh yeah’ Sokka thought, ‘time to get some sweet Katara pussy’. Sokka gripped her hips tightly and pushed hard at the entrance of her pussy. The entrance was still a little tight to fit his eleven inches into right away, but it was considerably looser than it was only weeks before during their first fuck session. He pushed and pulled, back and forth for a few minutes before he was able to fit most of his cock into her. He could hear Katara both panting and moaning, in both pleasure and pain as Sokka was able to fit more and more of himself into her. Eventually, Sokka was able to wiggle his entire cock into her; it was a tight fit and was obviously causing Katara some pain. Sokka however, wasn’t a very considerate lover; his needs usually outstripped any of his partner’s needs. He pulled almost all the way out of Katara, making her groan at his sudden withdrawal, and then plunged his entire length back into her in one push. As he picked up his pace he felt one of his feet lose its place making him nearly fall, but he was able to keep most of his cock in his little sister.

“Screw this” said Sokka in anger, “Let’s finish this on the beach Katara”.

Katara could barely hear her brother as he whispered his advice in her ear, the feeling of her brother’s cock in her gripping pussy was commanding all of her concentration.

Sokka pushed her, with his cock still firmly inside of Katara, towards the water’s edge and the sandy beach. When he finally shuffled his way to the beach, he lifted up her leg as high as he could and twisted her body around with his cock still in her so he could face her directly. He laid her down on the soft sand and lifted her legs up in the air a little to get better leverage. With his hands holding her legs in place, Sokka started to slam up and down, in and out of his little sister for another ten minutes before Katara interrupted his pleasure.

“Not inside me this time Sokka!” Katara said with contempt in her eyes. She had seen the strain on his face building and decided it was best to remind him not to blow his creamy load inside of her again. She had had enough of people cumming in her without her express permission and this time she would make sure it didn’t happen again.

Sokka nodded his head in reluctant agreement and continued to pound his little sister with all his strength. Eventually, the powerful urge to cum was taking over Sokka and he decided that if he couldn’t blow his load inside of Katara, he wanted to make his ending as picture perfect as possible. Sokka pulled out of his sister, making Katara sigh in displeasure, letting her legs fall to the sand. He quickly shuffled himself up to Katara’s chest, so she was straddling her. He grasped her perfect tanned tits and squeezed them together right before he moved his cock in between them.

Katara smiled at what she knew he was going to do.

Sokka spit down on his cock and Katara’s tits to get even more lubrication for the friction being created by the constant rubbing. He was building some serious speed before he felt the release come over him. He gave one more push and sprayed a few thick wads of his cum onto her upper chest, chin and face. The orgasm was fairly large; Katara’s beauty usually inspired her lovers to squirt voluminous amounts of cum either in or on Katara. This time was no different, and when he finished, he sighed in relief and got off of Katara’s chest.

Instead of simply bending the cum on her chest and face into her mouth, Katara decided to use her fingers to scoop Sokka’s cum from her skin.

“Thanks sis, You’re the best” Sokka said with a smile on his face as he got up and made his way over to Katara’s discarded robe where he picked it up and rubbed his excess cum off his dick and into the material. Sokka laughed a little at the state of her clothing, but knew that as long as Katara was getting cock, she didn’t really care what she looked like. Sokka then made his way over into the water and picked up his pants and underwear from the water, putting them on, and making his way back into the trees to find some prey that he would able to eat.

Katara remained lying on her back on the hot sand, scooping the final globs of cum from her face before licking her fingertips off and standing up. She made her way to the water and washed herself off one more time before picking up her cum stained robes. She was about to clean them when she heard some crashing and Toph shouting. Worried for Aang’s safety, she threw on her stained robes and ran towards Aang and the disturbance.

Aang’s morning had started out bad, he tried his hardest to earthbend, but nothing was happening. To make matters worse, Toph was all over his back about getting it right. Aang could bare the abuse he received from Toph when Katara was around but when she made her way to the small pond. Toph was being particularly hard on Aang about his failed earthbending attempts, so much so, that Aang was starting to get angry with his new Seefu Master.

Aang unable to control the burning rage inside of him decided that if she wanted to act like such a bitch, than he would treat her like one. As she started to yell at him again, Aang turned around and used his airbending to knock Toph into a stone ledge. She hit the stone hard and fell to the ground in some pain. She lay crunched up in a ball with her ass sticking up into the air. Aang wasn’t really looking to get some pussy, he really only wanted to slap her around a little until she knew what her role was. Aang made his way over to Toph and took hold of her belt. He tore the belt off with some effort, lifted up her dress, pulled off her pants and saw a tiny yellow thong with flowers on it. Toph’s ass was still as white as ever, and just as perfect as he last remembered it. Aang wasn’t in the mood to pleasure Toph like the last time though, this time he wanted to punish the domineering smug bitch.

Toph was in real pain, she must have broken a couple ribs after hitting the stone ledge unexpectedly. She could feel Aang pulling at her belt and lifting up her dress, but there was little she could do about it at the moment, her ribs hurt far too much to move at the moment.

Toph needed to be punished and Aang had just the method to accomplish that; he raised his right hand and slapped her ass as hard as he could causing a red mark in the form of a hand to appear on her white ass cheek.

“OWWWW!” cried Toph. The sudden surprise slap had both caused her ass to sting and her ribs to hurt even worse. “What is it, you think you’re doing twink---” Toph started.

“Smack”, Aang slapped her again before she could finish her sentence. “Shut it, Seefu Toph! It’s time for you to learn a lesson” Aang said with a smirk on his face. Aang continued to punish Toph’s little white ass for ten more minutes until her ass was completely red and close to bleeding.

“Stop! Owww! Please stop!” pleaded Toph as she turned her head towards Aang and begged him with her eyes.

Aang believed that she had learned most of her lesson and decided that her ass had paid enough of the hefty price. With Toph’s ass still sticking up in the air, Aang pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his hard 6 inch cock.

Toph was relieved that Aang had stopped slapping her ass long enough for her to catch her breath. However, when she turned her head back to see what Aang was doing, she saw him pull out his rock hard cock and aim it at her swollen pussy. Toph opened her eyes in both surprise and fear at what he was about to do to her as he tore away her little panties.

The shock Aang saw in Toph’s eyes was all the incentive he needed to go ahead and teach Toph her final lesson. Aang pressed the head of his cock at the small entrance to her tight pussy. Aang wasted no time in penetrating her moist folds to feel the warmth of Toph’s vagina.

Toph groaned at the unwanted penetration, but accepted that in her current state of health, she had little choice in the matter. She could feel and hear Aang pushing and moaning as he pushed harder and harder into her with little remorse. Her upper torso and lower ass was in such pain that resistance was made virtually impossible.

Aang was a little disappointed that she wasn’t resisting, the struggle would have made it all the hotter, but the pressure exerted on his cock by Toph’s young pussy was enough to make him want to fuck her brains out. After ten minutes of struggling to fit his entire six inches into her, Aang was finally able to fit it all the way into her. Aang was getting tired of the position he was in and decided it was time to switch things up before he blew his load. Aang bent over Toph’s back, with his cock still in her, and used both of his arms to wrap around her chest and pull her backwards until he was on his back and she was sitting on his lap with his cock entirely inside her.

“UNNNHHHH” screamed Toph, both because Aang had pulled on her injured chest and because she had just came all over Aang’s cock from his deep penetration.

Aang felt her juices run down his cock, turning him on even further. With his hands placed on her hips now, he lifted her up and down on his cock, increasing his speed with the extra lubrication.

“God Dammit” moaned Toph, ‘I’m a great earthbending teacher, you’re still rock hard’ thought Toph. Toph had started to enjoy the cock slamming she was getting after squirting all over Aang’s cock.

Aang couldn’t believe that she was actually starting to enjoy her punishment. ‘What a slut’ thought Aang as he continued to bounce her up and down on his cock. The strain of her pussy clamping down on his cock was taking its effect on Aang. He could feel a surge of endorphins coming over himself, an impending release was imminent at this point. He just had to decide where he wanted his damn to burst all over. Aang knew that she would enjoy getting a face full of his warm seed too much and the only way to make sure she didn’t have the pleasure of eating his cum was to deposit it somewhere that she couldn’t get to.

“UNNNGGGGGHH” grunted Aang as he deposited his hot sticky cum into the deepest part of her pussy. He had jammed his cock as deep into her as possible before spraying his seed into the young earthbender.

“Awwwww” said Toph disconcertedly, wanting to swallow her student’s warm semen. She had liked the taste of a man’s cum ever since her early fuck sessions with Master Yu. The prospect of swallowing down a warm load of the avatar’s seed was what Toph had been waiting for ever since she had reached her orgasm. Instead, she felt the warm sensation of Aang filling her tiny womb up with large amounts of his potent seed. She knew she couldn’t get pregnant, but the sensation of someone cumming inside her, never really did it for her on any level. Toph gradually pushed herself to her feet and removed Aang’s shrinking cock from her cum coated pussy. A small amount of his cum had rolled out with his cock and Toph heard it hit the ground. She quickly bent over, feeling the pain in her ribs, and scooped up the semen that had fallen from her leaking pussy.

“Ummmm” said Toph in her smuggest voice as if to say that she had won in the end.

As Toph stood up again, Aang used his right hand to smack her red ass one more time to show her who was really in charge.

“OWWWWWWWW!” Toph shouted at the top of her lungs. With a sense of humility, Toph pulled down her dress, put on her pants and turned around to see Aang getting dressed as well.

“Shall we get back to work then” said Aang with a sense of superiority in his voice.

“Aang! Are you alright?” Katara yelled as she ran towards Aang and Toph. As she made it to them, she could hear Toph berating him for being too soft. Aang looked dejected, and Katara had heard enough. She grabbed Aang’s hand and led him away as Toph stomped away looking a little rigid and stiff.

“It’s alright Aang, you need to work on your waterbending now anyway” Katara said.

“How about we get changed into our bathing suits and meet at the pond to practice” Katara suggested.

“Sure” said Aang dejectedly.

Five minutes later, Aang made his way down to the little pond to meet with Katara. When he finally got to the pond, he was astonished to see Katara in the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen. Aang got hard immediately after seeing Katara walk into the shallow water and rub water over her tanned body. She was wearing a tiny blue thong and a thin strip of material covering her hard nipples.

“Like what you see?” asked Katara, looking back at the shocked Aang with a sexy smirk on her face.

“Uhunn” murmured Aang still staring stupidly at Katara’s perfect body. He could just make out her hardening nipples under the thin material.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to come over here and practice your waterbending”

Aang made his way over to Katara in the shallow water with an obvious hard-on tenting his crotch area.

Katara demonstrated a number of new and weird waterbending techniques to Aang even though Aang was barely paying attention. He was constantly staring at her now glistening body in aw.

Noticing that Aang had stopped paying attention to her, she created a whip out of water and whipped Aang’s bathing shorts off in one stroke, revealing Aang’s 6 inch cock. Katara licked her lips at the sight of Aang’s now naked body, but before she had time to think about what she was going to do with him, Aang had created his own whip and whipped off both Katara’s top and thong.

“How about showing me some of those new waterbending techniques Aang” Katara said sexily. As she said this, she got onto her knees and turned around, presenting her ass and pussy to Aang.

Aang didn’t need another invitation before he created a long water tentacle and drove it straight into her tight pussy.

“Unngghh” squealed Katara as she felt the water tentacle penetrate her deeply. She enjoyed the sensation of the cold water penetrating her, but she knew she’d rather have a hard cock instead.

Almost as if Aang had read her mind, he turned the tip of the tentacle into ice and jammed it as far into her as possible. Aang heard her squeal again and could see a liquid running down her inner thigh.

Aang was getting too horny to simply pleasure Katara from a distance; he wanted to get into the action, so he removed the ice tipped tentacle from Katara’s sopping wet pussy and jammed it straight into her tiny ass hole. Aang heard her scream in shock as he made the tentacle wiggle its way down four or five inches. Still waterbending the ice cock into Katara, Aang made his way to Katara’s ass and got onto his knees where he pointed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her gaping pussy and pushed himself into her all the way to the hilt of his cock.

Katara barely made a noise as Aang jammed his cock into her; the ice tentacle had loosened her up considerably. She was still panting hard from the pain and pleasure she was feeling from the ice tentacle being jammed into her ass.

Aang continued to pleasure both of Katara’s holes for another ten minutes before he could feel the pressure in his groin beginning to build. Katara had just cum again a couple of minutes earlier and Aang was ready to finish up as soon as he could. The last few moments before he was about to come, Aang had lost concentration and the ice tentacle had broken off in Katara’s ass.

“UNGGGHHH” moaned Aang in pleasure as he came inside of Katara’s pussy. Aang deposited a good four loads of his warm sperm into Katara’s clutching pussy.

Katara was taken off guard by the warm sensation of Aang’s cum compared to the icy cold tentacle jammed in her ass.

Aang sighed in both pleasure and relief as he finished up inside of Katara. Aang gripped the top of the ice tentacle still in Katara’s gaping ass and jammed it as far down her ass as possible, making her explode all over Aang’s deflating cock.

When Aang pulled out of Katara’s pussy, a rush of both Aang’s cum and Katara’s juices ran out of her pussy and down her leg into the water. Katara had a smile on her face as she saw Aang stand up with satisfaction plastered all over his face.

“I think I’m going to try earthbending again” Aang said confidently, “Thanks Katara, you helped me”.

With that, Aang walked away, back to camp to get dressed and ready for his next earthbending lesson with Toph.

Katara remained there with her ass in the air for a few minutes, letting Aang’s cum leak out of her pussy. Katara could still feel the ice tentacle jammed in her ass, but decided to leave it inside her for the cold sensation. Katara bent the cum from her pussy and streamed it into her open mouth. She gulped it down without hesitation and licked her lips in pleasure. Katara would eventually pick herself up and make her way over to her two-piece swimming suit. Unfortunately, both pieces were torn down the sides, so she decided to leave them there for any pervert to pick them up. Completely naked, with a large ice tentacle in her ass, Katara made her way back to camp to put her ragged and cum stained water tribe dress back on.

As Aang and Katara fucked in the pond, Sokka had been searching for some meat to eat. He had finally found a small meat creature right out in the open, which was unaware that it was being stocked. Sokka made his way a tall tree, right above the little meat creature. He was going to pounce on the creature in one strike without it ever knowing what happened.

Like most of Sokka’s plan, it didn’t turn out very well when he attempted to pounce on the small creature and instead of killing it; he would get wedged into the ground.

As Sokka struggled to free himself from the vice like earth trapping him in the parching hot sun, Toph had been walking back to the camp when she felt Sokka pounce on the ground and scream in anguish. Toph ran towards Sokka to make sure he was alright when she felt that he was actually wedged in the earth.

“Ha aha ha ha ha” laughed Toph, “Having some problems there Snoozles”.

“”HA HA HA” laughed Sokka sarcastically, “Could you help me out here, I’m hot and hungry!”

“Sure Sokka, but you’ve got to help me out first” Toph responded with a sly look on her face.

“Huh!” pondered Sokka quizzically.

In only seconds, Toph had pulled off her pants, lifted up her dress and had sat on Sokka’s face, smothering him with her tiny wet pussy.

“Mmmf mmm mmmm” murmured Sokka into Toph’s dripping pussy.

“I’m hot and you’re hungry, it’s a perfect matc----Unngghh” stuttered Toph as she felt Sokka’s tongue penetrate her.

Sokka wasn’t quite ready when Toph squatted on his face without any panties, but in only a few seconds he had picked up a good rhythm of moving his tongue up and down and in and out of her increasingly wet pussy.

Toph had been horny as hell since Aang had given her a severe spanking as well as a good fucking. Her raw red ass still hurt from her spanking but it hadn’t taught her any lessons, and the tongue delving in and out of her made her forget all about her red ass. Sokka continued licking her pussy for ten minutes and as Toph started to feel really good, she decided to force Sokka’s tongue even further into her pussy. She put all her weight in one movement onto his face and Toph felt Sokka’s long tongue reach new and exhilarating depths.

“UNGGGHHH” cried Toph as she squired all over Sokka’s face.

Sokka had known it was coming as soon as Toph had forced her pussy down on his face even further than before; the rush of liquid into his open mouth had caught him off guard. The volume of Toph’s juices was immense and in seconds, Sokka was struggling to breath with juices running down his chin and onto the dry earth.

“Holy shit!” yelled Sokka as Toph stood up still shaking violently and squirting all over the place.

“Oh my god that was good!” sighed Toph as she came down.

Just as she finished putting her pants back on, Toph could feel and hear Aang coming their way. Without even telling Sokka what she was doing, Toph ran for cover before Aang could see her.

Sokka continued to lick up the juices on his chin when he saw Toph run off and Aang coming in the distance.

After a short confrontation with the little meat creature’s mother and some nagging from Toph, Aang was finally able to earthbend. After freeing Sokka from the ground and dragging him to his feet, Sokka grabbed Toph’s ass and squeezed.

“You owe me one” said Sokka letting go of her ass and walking away.

When Sokka and Aang had left and Katara had joined up with Toph, Katara asked Toph, “You tried the positive reinforcement, didn’t you?”

“Yep, it worked wonders” replied Toph as she rubbed her own ass.

anonymous reader

2012-10-07 18:56:00
it was all good but dud you forgot toph was called the blind bandit she couldnt see but though the earth she could

anonymous reader

2012-06-30 09:12:10
toph cant see but in another story i read katara used her healing to heal toph's eyes. It really made the story that much better.

anonymous reader

2011-10-29 14:06:13
she can also see with her hands ya know

anonymous reader

2011-10-01 23:50:27
you should make one whent katara gets humped by aapa

anonymous reader

2011-07-05 03:38:49
she sees with her feet. (with earthbending)

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by Anzaleth
Storyline A Thug's Wish
Characters Invisible Woman Jean Gray She-Hulk Thundra
Category Marvel Corruption Female Dom Growth M/F Transformation
Previous Chapter Malice contacts an old friend

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Back in Thundra's home reality, there was a certain strange breed of Femizons, genetic abnormalities that though definitely female, were towering titans with thick powerful muscles and throbbing cocks. These brutes cared little for anything save battle and sex, and loved to fuck any man or woman who caught their fancy.

"UHH! Fuck! FUCKKK!"

She moaned as she slammed her thick meat up the ass of the struggling man who she gripped in her huge, scarred hands.

This was what Thundra thought of when she thought of large women and this was what she had become.

"Suck! Suck She-Hulk!"

The even huger figure across from her looked rather like the Hulk, if he had long hair, huge green tits, and a somewhat female - though very thuggish, face.

"She-Hulk have strongest dick there is!"

When She-Hulk thought of size, she thought of her cousin. So now she basically looked like a female Hulk, one whose huge tits and rolling belly where matched in girth by a thick green cock she was happily thrusting between the lips of the man Thundra was ass-fucking.

Suddenly She-Hulk's phone beeped.

Mean Jean grinned and licked her lips as she thought about Cyclops.

She generally preferred the girls, but Scotty was such a cutie. She loved giving the sweet thing bone-crushing bear hugs as she licked his face. And damn, he could lick her snatch better than almost any dyke Mean Jean knew. What a sweet, sexy sissy boy.

"Coming, yer highness," Mean Jean sighed.

'Roro was a super-hot slab of black ass, but sometimes she could be really bossy.

Madame Fantastic sighed as she tapped her long nails against the counter and waited for She-Hulk to pick up the phone. She sighed in contentment as Herbie did what it did best, worshipping the insides of her well-stretched cunt.

She glanced at the newspaper and noticed that it said Mary Jane Watson had just bought-up a fashion studio. The picture showed the humongous woman in her striped three-piece suit smirking at the photographer.

MJ, the Queenpin of Crime. A bitch after Malice's heart. She should give her a call