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Thread: A walk in the Park

The woman would be awoken by a harsh slap. She'd read lust and need, and glee from this person. He chuckled as he said Do you remember me, from your dreams? He'd been harassing the Councillor for awhile now. Making her wake up covered in her own juices the only thing she'd remember was his face. He had paused the world so that to anyone and everyone else less than a hundredth of a micro second will have passed. Laughing he cuts her dress off admiring her naked pale flesh. He wanted her to try and resist to beg for mercy just the thought of it was causing his cock to swell.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Diana screams a horse wet scream born of a nightmare turned flesh and blood before her very eyes. You, you can not be real, you are a ghost Diana strikes out her hand finding flesh and cloth or what feels like it. Diana turns around sliding out of her dress to the corner of the bed and freedom beyond. The man is not a giant but larger and stronger the a single betazed counselor. Diana turns back lashing out with her long powerful sexy legs but finds him a harder target then first imagine. Why are you doing this Diana begs wondering if he is a man of flesh and blood or a program of photons and force fields.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Thomas grabs her right ankle, and yanks her forward. Putting a hand down on her wrist he says Because you want it don't lie to yourself Dianna, I am a manifestation of your lusts, a strong man capable of showing you your place of taking you hard and slamming you deep, you need me subconsciously, thus why no matter how many times you check I don't' exist no matter how many times you check after this encounter nothing will have happened, all because this is your imagination your need to be taken. Lining himself up with her shaved snatch he chuckled I see you learned your lesson about not shaving properly, good little slut. With that he sank balls deep into her cunt His cock a bit too big for betazoid anatomy. Groaning in pleasure he said, Your species womb is so soft, it milk my head just right, you should be thanking me, after all, what if I had visited you a few hours ago imagine waking up in your captain's officer's quarters, your panties so wet they stained your chair imagine how they'd look at you.
Thread: A walk in the Park

For a moment she blushed it was true she had dreams about him, about what he was doing. But those were dreams and this was reality, or at least a good copy. That's not true, i like Will Diana screamed as she saw his cock a monster too big for normal humans what was her. When he plunged into her she began to sob her cunt felt like she was giving birth in reverse. Diana tried to fight back but she was in a lot of pain physical and mental anguish. His lust washed over her in waves as far as he was concerned everything he said was the truth. Please you are hurting me Diana begged. She did not even know his name and he was fucking her, raping her. IT was like when her mother offered her self to the Ferengie.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Thomas slammed her hard and fast and deep. Groaning in pleasure as he slammed himself home deep within her. Groaning in pleasure as he said Bull, I'm an embodiment of your mind, something you conjured up I wouldn't' be this big if not for you wiling to be fucked this hard and deep!. Smirking he said, I am your slut embodied, a fantasy made from your own unique genetic abilities, the perfect lover for you the way I act is decided upon by what your subconscious needs and wants to get off, I am your perfect lover. He slammed her harder and harder, faster and faster. her pale legs wrapping around his waist was motivation. Groaning in pure remorseless bliss. This was fun, he could make the young Betazoid jump at shadows, always wondering when her mind was going to conjure him. He was enjoying this to an almost sadistic level. Looking at those perfect pail tits, he sucked the right one HARD. Biting it as well.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Diana was confused what sick part of her mind would conjure up this monster to rape her with a horses dick. She shook her head holding on for dear life, Beverley once told her how much damage a rape could do. Part of her mind a deep part was enjoying it her needs being met, no understanding or comporting another. Most of her mind was screaming he was too big and fucking her too hard. As he bit down on her chest she screamed again as fresh pain assaulted her mind. Mind he was there and not as if he was not part of the universe yet he was. Please i would never want it like this She begged on the verge of tear shouting for her friends in her mind. The beast without a name was at least not in her head. Her ankles and fingers dug into his body as not to be fucked into the bed.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Thomas laughed, Why do you think no one is coming to help you to save you, this is your choice Diana, your the one begging for it mentally this is all a dream caused by yourself you need this, you want this and you love this. He groaned pulling out to cum on her face. Using the remote to return the vixen to as if he'd never frozen time, except for her cum and a bit of blood running down her legs and coating the floor. No actual signs he'd ever been their present.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Diana found a shower to clean up as soon as the water hit her she collapse in a ball on the floor and began to cry. Captain to counselor, i have a mission for you She stood up as the computer repeated the message twice more. Yes captain, i i just need some time to go to my room and change, i ripped my uniform The holodeck had crossed over as it did once before when it tried to kill the crew. She had the computer make her a new uniform ripped it and headed for her quarters.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Thomas smirked as he said, Not that easy babe. Clicking a button he landed on his couch.Channel surfing until he noticed the hot chick from Bones. Pressing a button he appeared at the party. Smirking he ordered shots of whiskey for her and himself.
Thread: A walk in the Park

I don't drink like this, i mean i don't drink like this a lot She licked the lemon then the salt off her hand before doing the shot. She already had a couple and was not sure that was the right order. Do i know you, i don't normally let strange men buy me a drink She smiled recalling the time she fucked someone in a public toilet, it was a lot like this up to the point the panties came off.
Thread: A walk in the Park

Thomas smirked, Wow, you've had a few, I'm your date for the evening babe. He kissed her hand as he smiled. Ordering her another. Drinking fro his own glass. He smiled at her So how do you think the date is going?
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She was not naked or throwing up it was good first date, when did he ask her Yeah you look nice Her finger slid over his chest. She could still easily stand but she had forgotten that she had a date, it was, was him he must be her date. No , no what matter is if im having a god time, i mean you , are you
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

Randy Wolf woke up that morning, sighing as he turned off his alarm clock. He went into the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth before putting on a pair of blue jeans and his favorite shirt, a black T-shirt from the Iron Jaw Boxing Gym, where he liked to train. When he was not studying or in school, Randy trained as an amateur boxer and had dreams of going pro. His passion for the sport began as a desire to protect himself and his mother from his drunken, abusive father, but soon turned into the only thing in his life they made him feel happy and fulfilled. He grabbed his school bag and loaded it with books before heading downstairs. What he saw was a sad scene that he had grown all too accustomed to. His father was passed out on the floor face-down. He had probably stumbled home from the bar at three A.M. and just collapsed. His mother was sitting upright in the chair, awake but out of it due to her tranquilizer meds, which she had taken to escape the emotional pain of his father's abuse. His mother worked at the local hospital as a nurse some days, which gave her enough to pay the bills on the house, but his father never got another job after being laid off from his factory job. Randy didn't know where he got the money to support his drinking habit, and probably didn't want to know. Randy brought in money from his boxing for groceries and other necessities, and also helped with house work and laundry when not studying or training. Randy grabbed a quick bowl of cereal from the kitchen for breakfast, washing it down dry with a glass of milk. He then kissed his mother on the cheek before leaving the house. The Wolf residence was only a few blocks from the high school, and Randy always did some road work, the boxing term for running, on the way to school. He was greeted by some guys and gals, doing the handshakes and chit-chat on the way inside. When he headed up the stairs to stow his bag, he remembered that he had a math test later that day and was nervous. He was a good student and on track to graduate this May, but he had to get this last math credit to do so, and math was his weakness. After a few easy morning classes, he went to lunch. This was when Randy ate well with some friends of his, joking about this or that, and talking about this party or that girl. After lunch, Randy had a supervision period, which he decided to put to good use. He got a pass from his supervising teacher and headed down to the tutoring office. Randy was hoping to get some real help on this, so that he could pass this test and be ready for a good weekend. He gently knocked on the door and smiled before heading inside. The tutoring office was not all that busy, with a few taking make-up tests and a couple kids doing some Geography work. Hey, I was hoping that I could get some help on Math. He sat down in front of the student tutor and opened his math book to the current chapter. He then took out a worksheet of his for example problems. I'm having a hard time understanding this and have a test today. I could really use some help.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy smiled as Ellie shifted into position. The little bookworm looked exactly like what you pictured when you said the word tutor she couldn't have looked anymore stereotypical if she had been drawn. She looked so tiny compared to him, a six foot, two inch athlete with two hundred and thirty pounds of hard muscle. This was the only place where the two were likely to run into each other, as they were and seemed at opposite ends of the popularity strata. But if you scratched the surface, Randy and Ellie had one thing in common a single-minded devotion to a particular subject. Ellie loved books just as passionately as he loved boxing, and this passion made them stand apart from the other kids around them. Ellie was dressed quite warm, which had to be burning up in the school. Perhaps it was because he had been running, but Randy had not noticed that it was cold outside. Taking his mind off of other things, he pointed to some problems. Well, I'm in a Geometry class and I'm having some problems. This square root of a hypotenuse and Pythagorean Theorum stuff is all Greek to me. So, I was hoping that you could help.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy looked at the diagram and scratched his head. Well, 'a' to the second power is 4, and 'b' to the second power is 16. If you added those together, you would get 20, which to the second power is 400. I'm not sure that's right. He liked the little diagram she drew, but he was not very good at this stuff. Randy waited for Ellie to further elaborate on what he needed to do.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy nodded at Ellie's instructions. Okay, then. When she left to tend to another student, he started doing the work. It was pretty tough for him, but he was grasping it better. He tried a few of the harder problems, but soon hit a brick wall. Math, what an overcomplicated bunch of-- Hey! Randy turned his head as he heard someone shouting. He stepped out of the room to see what was going on. The situation was Thad Bower and Roger Hasselton, the school's football captain and running-back, respectively, picking on Sheldon Meyer, the President of the Theater Club. Bower and Hasselton were bullying Meyer, knocking his books out of his hands and giving him a wedgie. When they left the area, chuckling and knuckle bumping, Sheldon slid down the wall and started sobbing. Randy had to resist the urge not to go after those two and beat them down. Though most would never know it now, there was a time when Randy himself was bullied by not just his father, but by bigger kids. His growing abilities and physique in boxing allowed him to stand up to their bullying, packing a bite much worse than their bark. Randy did not want to risk his own academic scores by brawling, so he resolved to help Sheldon. He picked up his books and handed them to him. The nerdy student looked surprised. Randy? he asked, almost in shock that a popular student was actually being nice to him. Hey, Sheldon. Rough day, huh? Sheldon sniffed and Randy helped him to his feet. Don't worry about those guys, Sheldon. Being all down and depressed is just letting them beat you, man. Sheldon nodded. Thanks, Randy. I'm gonna go clean up. He went into the bathroom to dry his eyes and adjust his underwear. Randy returned to the tutoring room. By now, Ellie should have returned from her duties and was ready to help.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy sat down at the desk. He noticed that she was scrawling in a burgundy notebook with no label on it. He had seen her art before, so he figured it was just a doodling notebook and left it at that. Randy corrected his mistakes, and was working better on it. They got through the chapter, and he felt very confident. The bell rang, and Randy gathered up his books. Thanks for the help, Ellie. He left the room and walked down the hall to his math room. When the bell rang again, the test was passed out. He was surprised how easy it was now that Ellie had tutored him. When Randy was finished with the test, he handed it in and sat back down for the next lesson. That class was soon over and he went to his final class of the day, gym. Being an athlete, it was not surprising that one of his favorite classes was gym. After putting on his uniform, he headed out to the floor. After some warm-up exercises and a few laps of running, it was time for dodgeball. Randy was one of the fastest runners, able to use his boxing senses to dodge and his good aim to nail kid after kid. In here, Randy was the alpha and everybody knew it. But even the gym and its athletic curriculum was still not as comforting as the boxing gym. After the class was over, Randy changed back to his street clothes. He knuckle bumped a few friends and chatted with a few flirtatious girls before heading up the stairs. He wanted to drop by the tutoring office and thank Ellie for the help. Once in the office, he knocked gently. Hey, Ellie. Just came by to thank you for the help on that math.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy stepped more fully into the room. He didn't know what was wrong with Ellie, but she seemed unhappy, not at all like her chipper self. Are you all right, Ellie? You seem a little down. He sat down and gave her his attention. He wondered what could have made her upset.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy cocked his head to the side in interest. That's what has gotten you down? Why didn't you say so? He stood up. I can help you with improving your balance and coordination. It's only fair, for helping me so much. The fact of the matter was that Randy did notice her. It's just that he usually noticed her breasts first. He didn't want to embarrass her or come off as a perv. Thus, he tried to focus on other things, like dodgeball. But, if Ellie was asking for help, he would give it. It was the least he could do to lift her spirits.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy smiled, relieved that she was feeling better. That's great. When do you want to start the tutoring? He left the room when she was locking up. In the clothing she had now, he couldn't tell that she was gifted. Perhaps she was embarrassed about it, and tried to hide it when she could.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy thought about it. Well, there is this nice park path. People run on it all the time and it might be a good place to start. He stood in front of the school, looking at her. How are you getting home? Do you ride the bus?
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy nodded. I walk home, too. The wind had picked up, and he noticed that her nipples had perked up. She wanted to know when they should begin the tutoring. Well, when are you available? I can start at anytime.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy nodded. Yes, I do have training tonight. But I could still take time out to help. I've started on the readings, yes. Ellie seemed to be very cold, and was stepping closer to him. I think we should start the training tomorrow, when it will be warmer. Randy stepped forward and began walking with her. I'll walk you home. He put his arm around her to warm her up a bit. The cold was not that bad on him, but that might have been because he was in good shape. He saw her house, which was not a bad place. I'll see you tomorrow.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny As they walked, Randy felt Ellie clutch close to him, which gave him a hard-on. She asked if they could study together, and he nodded. Yes, we could do that. He walked home, climbing up the ivy outside his window and going into his room. After grabbing his gym bag, he went back out and jogged to the gym. He changed into his gym clothes, white shorts with red stripes, a white short-sleeved shirt, and white boxing shoes, before sitting down on a bench. Randy grabbed some fighters tape and began wrapping it around his fists. He then put on the red boxing gloves and tied them shut. He then went into the gym and found a heavy bag. Randy did a one-two combination before moving into some right straights and uppercuts. A few hours of training later, Randy showered and changed back into his street clothes. Back at his home, he sat down at his desk and began to study.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy was studying into the night. He put his books away and went downstairs. After making himself something to eat, he washed the dish and did some laundry. Randy then went upstairs and changed into some sleeping clothes. Randy was somewhat excited about being able to hang out with Ellie, being able to look at her huge breasts in a more private place. Randy fell asleep, and that night, he had a wet dream about Ellie.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy squirmed in his sleep, his mind racing. In the dream he was having, he and Ellie were having wild sex in his bedroom. She was riding his cock and then drinking his cum, which seemed to spray endlessly from her skilled fingers and folds. He suckled her mammoth tits greedily and clutched her round ass. In his dream, they were fucking even wilder, giving each other their all. Then, just as he was going to come inside her, the alarm went off. Randy bolted upright, and his twelve inch cock exploded with cum right in his pants. Ah, dammit! He got out of bed and stripped off his clothes, getting into the shower. Why was he having such an X-rated dream about such a nice girl? Surely she wasn't into all that. Or...was she? Randy leaned against the shower wall, and images of the lovely Ellie rushed into his mind. Was it just his hormones raging? Or was it that he liked her? Or both? Randy stepped out of the shower and began brushing his teeth. There was only one way to find out, and that was to spend more time with her. He got dressed into a clean pair of blue jeans and a plain blue short-sleeved shirt before putting his white tennis shoes. He tried thinking about other things to make his hard-on go down, and after a while, it worked. Going downstairs, he saw that his father had passed out face down in a chair. His mom was sleeping on the couch. Randy grabbed a breakfast of Pop Tarts and drank some milk. Randy then left the house and did some road work on the way to school. Yesterday, he had had gym for his last period, so today, he would have gym for first period. As he walked in, he saw Ellie leaning against the wall and wearing a revealing outfit. Randy approached her and gave her an approving look up and down. You are looking nice today, Ellie. He winked at her and began heading for the locker room. When he was changed into his uniform, he approached her and leaned against the wall. So, I wanted to give you a few tips about running today. He turned to the side and demonstrated a slow run. When running, keep your back straight and run on the soles of your feet instead of the ball of your foot, as this will promote balance and keep your large breasts from throwing you off. Keep your hands moving in an upward motion toward your face with each leg movement so that your body is moving in one motion as one. Also, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. This will allow you to breathe easier and keep running for longer.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy saw her blush, so he knew that she liked his attention. She gave a girlish giggle, then began walking toward him, her trim waist causing every step to be somewhat erotic. Today, Ellie looked completely different. The sweater and buns that suggested shyness were replaced by a tank top and letting her hair down. Her huge breasts seemed at risk of popping out, and the whole thing was giving him a slightly visible hard-on. When she imitated his instructions, her breasts started to jiggle again. Yes, just like that. It feels easier all ready, doesn't it? Coach Grady blew the whistle, and all of the students were instructed to line up on the black line. He divided them into two groups for volleyball, with Randy and Ellie on opposite teams. Everybody on his team wanted him to serve first, of course. As he stood in the serving area, he held up the ball and smiled. From where he was standing, Ellie's outfit and figure made her breasts look as big as the volleyball, even though the ball in question was slightly smaller than regulation size. He let go of it with the palm of his left hand and hit it with his right hand, a perfect serve that left it in the air of regulation space. Other players began moving into close quarters as Ellie's team prepared for the return. Randy himself moved in, ready to help send the ball back over if and when it came over the net.