Bending down our lips met in a soft kiss, which grew more fiery by the moment. Opening my mouth I welcomed his questing tongue, which slid and wrestle... with my own. Our mingled breath whistled through our nostrils as our tongues waltzed together. Leaving me gasping for air, he eventually parted our lips and kissed his way along the bottom of my jaw line, down my throat, across my collarbone to my breasts. Releasing my wrists his hands massaged my sensitive tits while his lips kissed my soft. For nearly a minute I stood staring after him and to this day I can not really say exactly why. There was just something about him...My name is Karen Shepard and I was fourteen at the time. We had just moved here three weeks before from the city where I had been born and lived all my life. There we had a nice three bedroom house on a nice quarter acre lot in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb. Nothing unusual, just a typical middle class American life. When my dad got the promotion and we had. "She looked down and her shoulders slumped. "But he didn't ask. Instead he said, 'Good fuck, but not defiled enough.' Then he picked me up and set me on my feet."Her voice took on a lower, gravely pitch as she continued, "He said to me, 'I will let you live and you will be my sexual release each time I return, but you must willingly defile yourself completely for me. If you fuck one thousand men by midnight on what you call Halloween, you will prove that you are truly the Defiled One and. After a few seconds he felt a wave of shock, and heard, "Holy-" Professor Abbott? Is something wrong?" Uhm... No. Just... saw a spider bigger than any I've ever seen before."David smiled. "Oh, okay." He extended his senses into the tent. He saw the professor staring at his now well-developed chest. He was up to a C cup and would continue to grow at a rate of one cup a day for the next week. But right now, the professor was just holding his breasts in wonder. Every so once in a while, Patrick.