text
stringlengths 42
1.49M
|
|---|
Title: 19Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Nineteen: It's So Very Hard Being Sorry.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Nineteen Summary: Harry and Hermione fight while Ron gets the point.
You Know Who Sends Minister Biscuit Bouquet of DEATH!
Special Report by Sarah Chambers for the Daily Prophet.
The body of Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic, was found in his office early this morning by the cleaning crew.
The Magical Law Enforcement has not released an official statement yet, but inside sources tells this reporter that the Minister received a gift from an anonymous citizen late yesterday.
"It looked like a bunch of harmless biscuits in a wicker basket," my source told me. "I gave one of them to the misses last year."
But alas, it wasn't harmless. Either He Who Must Not Be Named or one of his followers charmed the biscuits to be implements of a heinous murder! The tiny chocolate chip filled treats were bewitched to fly and cram themselves into the Minister's nose and mouth totally blocking the victim's air passages.
"Oh, it was 'orrible," Festus Montgomery, the janitor who found Scrimgeour's body, said sadly. "He 'ad two biscuits in each nostril and a couple dozen jammed in his gob."
With his airway blocked by biscuits, the Minister slowly suffocated in a horrible chocolaty and crispy manner.
The interim Minister is S. Pippin. Until yesterday, Miss Pippin was the Under-Secretary in charge of Wizard-Goblin relations. An emergency session of the Wizengamot will commence later this afternoon to elect a new Minister. Interim-Minister Pippin hopes to sway the Wizengamot in hopes of making her new position permanent.
As to the motive to Minister Scrimgeour's killing, there is talk in the halls of the Ministry that he was targeted in retaliation for the recent raids against suspected Death Eaters. A number of previously unknown Death Eaters were taken into custody when they were named by Hogwarts student turned Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy could not be reached for comments as he is still recovering at St. Mungo's. Mr. Malfoy's injuries are said to have occurred while practicing what is commonly known as "rough sex" with his rumored life-partner, Harry Potter.
*
Harry was not in a jolly mood. To be more accurate, one would call his mood "angry" or even "pissed off." It wasn't just the news of Scrimgeour's assassination that brought him down so much. Nor the more troubling fact that the Daily Prophet was still convinced that he and Draco were gay lovers. No, his mood came from the fact that Hermione hadn't touched him in days. Yes, Harry was upset that Voldemort had struck such a blow. However Harry hadn't gotten any play since his hint at suggesting a three way.
Hermione was being very cool toward Harry. For two full days after he made the typical male mistake of actually speaking what was on his mind, Hermione made it a point not to stay in the same room as Harry. And as if she didn't think Harry was getting the hint that she was ignoring him, on the third day Hermione started to make it obvious by sitting opposite of him during meals but refusing to look in his direction or even acknowledge his presence.
A number of house-elves took a great amount of joy in Harry's suffering. Apparently it was big news with the house-elves that the Great One and the One of the Mark were on the outs. The tiny creatures would laugh at Harry while making obscene gestures at him. Sometimes, Harry could even hear them sing in the kitchen as he walked by:
"The One of the Mark don't be getting any!
Soon his nuts do be shriveling!
Which makes we's all happies!'
The One of the Mark don't be getting any!"
/It wasn't hard to believe, but /'Harry, Jr.' was taking this dry spell worse than Harry was. The organ sulked about all day long and would often take its frustration out on its luggage. It wasn't long before 'Harry, Jr.'s baggage turned an interesting shade of puce. Harry tried to alleviate his discomfort with his own hand, but 'Harry, Jr.' would have none of it. Whenever Harry would try to wank off, the organ refused to play. As if it was saying that it wouldn't play with anyone but Hermione.
Over a week after the "three-way faux pas" incident, Harry was in a sour mood and sitting alone in the Common Room. Hermione was in the library studying while Ron and Luna were in his room having sex. Harry took offence at Ron and Luna's actions; they were mocking the fact that he hadn't had sex in days whereas they would seemingly only take breaks for a snack before going at it again.
A startled and painful scream emanated from Harry and Ron's room. Harry grabbed his wand and dashed up the stairs to find a naked Ron staggering out into the hall while clutching his bottom.
"Ron, what's wrong?" demanded Harry as he desperately tried to not look at Ron below his shoulders. "Are you hurt?"
"Yes I am," snapped Ron. "Bloody hell!"
"Is Luna okay?"
"Oh, she's fine," Ron said bitterly. "She's the one who hurt me."
"What happened?" Harry demanded. He was irritated that Ron wasn't answering him directly... that and Harry was upset over seeing Ron naked... again.
"Well, Luna was... /you know/... while I was on my back..." Ron began. It was clear that he was very upset and deeply embarrassed.
"Riding you?" Harry asked for clarification. Ron's description of "you know" wasn't very enlightening. As Harry knew from experience, there were a number of things one can do on one's back.
"She was blowing me, okay!" snapped Ron. "Anyway, she stopped and she started talking. I don't know what she was saying because I wasn't paying too much attention to what she was saying, you know what I mean."
Harry did in fact know what Ron meant this time. When Hermione pleasured Harry, he never paid too much attention to anything else.
"But I thought she was talking to someone," Ron continued while still clutching his bum. "Then I heard her say something like 'are you sure he'll like it?' Then the next thing I know... she...she... it hurt!"
"What did she do?" Harry asked. He was wondering if she had accidentally hexed him. Or perhaps she used her teeth. But that wouldn't explain why Ron was holding onto his naked backside.
"Ron, what the hell did she do?" Harry repeated when the red haired wizard hesitated to answer.
"It was that bloody ghost again!" Ron blurted out.
"What ghost?" Harry asked. But the sick and worried expression on Ron's face told Harry the answer. "Gryffindor!"
"He told her to... do something to me." Ron said vaguely.
It slowly dawned upon Harry. He recalled the time Gryffindor watched and critiqued Harry's cunnilingus and Hermione's fellatio and how the perverted old ghost suggested that Hermione should stick her finger into Harry's bum while she blew him. It was clear that Gryffindor had given Luna this same advice and, unlike Hermione, she had followed through.
"Ow," Harry mutter sympathetically.
"'/Ow//'/ he says," Ron grumbled. "You weren't the one who got a finger stabbed in his hole."
Grumbling about how "the mood" was ruined, Ron sulked off to the showers. A giggle sounded from the room Ron just exited.
"Hermione does get quiet wet doesn't she?" Luna commented happily.
Harry opened the door to find Luna, with a bed sheet wrapped around her like a improvised toga, sitting across from the ghost of Gryffindor. While Luna was being polite and looking Gryffindor in the eye, the ghost was staring directly into the blonde witch's ample cleavage.
"That boy has one powerful tongue," Gryffindor speculated. "Maybe you should have him give a go on you."
"Oh, no, I'd never do that," Luna said calmly as if it was a normal occurrence for a ghost of a Hogwarts' founder to suggest that she should cheat on her husband. "Besides, I've asked Harry to give Ronald tips on cunnilingus."
"Maybe they would let Ron... and me... watch Harry work?" Gryffindor said hopefully.
"I could join in and observe as well," Luna added dreamily. "It would be wonderful to learn something new. I am a Ravenclaw after all and I do so love to learn new things!"
"Great!" exclaimed Gryffindor. "And if the boy gets tired, you can hop in and finish Hermione off."
Luna responded by giving the ghost a disapproving eye. Seeing that Gryffindor was blatantly looking down her ample cleavage, he didn't see this look.
"I take it you got bored with Mrs. Black?" Harry asked and finally announced his presence.
"Goodness no, boy," the ghost exclaimed. "I tired her out."
"How the hell do you tire out a magical painting?" Harry asked and immediately regretted the question because Gryffindor replied by giving Harry a rather rude gesture with his tongue and two fingers.
"Harry, Godric brought up a good point," Luna stated.
Harry was stunned, Luna was agreeing with Gryffindor!
"Which point was that, love?" the ghost asked. "Was it about the bum-plug, gurgling, hammock, or watching?"
Apparently while Ron and Harry had been talking outside the room, Luna and Gryffindor had been discussing a number of things.
"The watching," Luna said dreamily.
"LUNA!" Harry ejaculated in surprise... not that way you dirty minded pervs.
/ /"Harry, you are obviously very good at pleasuring Hermione with your tongue," Luna explained. "From what Hermione and I have discussed, a portion of your art lies in your technique, not just your Parselmouth abilities. And Ronald would be too embarrassed to talk to you about such techniques."
"But he would be less embarrassed if he watched me eat out Hermione?" Harry asked in shock.
"I could give him the proper motivation," explained Luna. "The reason wouldn't be out of pure perversion if Ronald and I watch; our relationship would benefit from what we learned."
"You noticed she said it wouldn't be /'pure perversion'/," Gryffindor commented. "That means a part of her would like to watch."
"Yes, Harry and Hermione make an attractive couple," admitted Luna. "However, my main interest is that Ronald is a visual learner; if he watches you perform cunnilingus, he may be able to use the techniques on me."
Harry was completely stunned. He stood in the doorway with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Luna was requesting a show! She tried to sugar coat it, but as Gryffindor pointed out, she still wanted to watch Harry eat out Hermione!
"Think about it, won't you?" requested Luna as she stood up and walked to Harry. The blonde witch placed a friendly kiss on Harry's cheek before adding, "Who knows, maybe Ronald and I will return the favor and you two can watch us?"
Harry was completely flummoxed; not only had Luna wanted to watch Harry and Hermione, but she offered to return the favor! Luna strolled out of the room and headed to the shower.
"Excuse me, but I have to go make up with my husband," Luna said and disappeared into the bathroom.
"I like her!" Gryffindor offered. "She's got moxie!"
"Just sod off you pervert!" snapped Harry.
"My, aren't our knickers in a bunch," the ghost mocked. "What's your problem, not getting enough tail?"
Harry stared daggers at Gryffindor.
"Oh ho!" Gryffindor chuckled. "Hermione's holding out on you!"
"Shut it!" Harry snarled.
"What did you do to piss her off?"
"Leave me alone!"
"Did you try knocking on the back door?" the ghost persisted and Harry did his best to ignore him. Perhaps, that way Gryffindor would grow bored and leave. "Did you bring up a threesome?"
"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!"
"Harry, Harry, Harry," the spirit said solemnly while shaking his head. "You can't just go up to your witch and say 'How about a threesome!' You have to ease her into the idea."
"Sod off," Harry said under his breath.
"You have to start out subtly," Gryffindor continued. "Let's set up a little scenario, why don't we?"
"Let's not," Harry muttered and walked out of the room. Unfortunately, the ghost followed Harry into the Common Room.
"For example, Luna is sitting on the other side of the room. You should whisper small things in Hermione's ear like, 'Isn't Luna pretty in that dress?' or 'I prefer Luna's hair up, don't you?' That way you get a feel if Hermione is attracted to Luna..."
"JUST SHUT UP!" Harry shouted. "IT WAS A MISTAKE, OKAY! I REALLY DON"T WANT TO SHARE HERMIONE, EVEN WITH ANOTHER WITCH! I SAID SOMETHING STUPID IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Harry stormed out of the Common Room and into the hall. He slammed the portrait closed but he could still hear Gryffindor shout, "What if the other witch is really hot?"
As he stomped out of the castle, Harry pondered over his mistake. He didn't really want to bring another witch into bed. In all honesty, it would be very awkward before, during, and after the act at best. Would Hermione have been jealous if he spent too much time on the other witch? Conversely, would she be irate if he didn't focus on their guest more than her because doing so would be rude and improper? Also, Harry's performance would be put to the test. With Hermione and another witch there would be four breasts and two vaginas and only one 'Harry, Jr.'. That's a lot of pressure for a bloke.
It was a stupid teenaged fantasy that Harry regretted voicing. For the rest of the day, Harry felt horrible. Guilt ate at his stomach until the bile crept up and burned his throat. He actually got physically ill because of his guilt. And Harry didn't even try to sleep. It would've been pointless to do so. His sleep would have been marred by a nightmare of a woman with too many breasts and an enormous vagina.
When he had returned to the Common Room, he saw Hermione begin to head up to her room. She looked at him contemptuously before she disappeared from view, which just made Harry feel even more pathetic and hurt.
*
The next morning, Harry was pleasantly surprised to have Hermione cuddle up to him on the couch.
"I heard what you said to... or yelled at... Gryffindor yesterday," Hermione informed him. "I'll glad you realized it was a mistake."
She showed Harry just how glad she was by kissing him passionately. He cupped her face and relished her kiss. He had missed her touch so much over the past few days that he was starving for more.
When they broke apart, Hermione's lips were swollen and her eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lip before saying huskily, "Let's get out of these clothes and use that paddle I got from Courtney."
The two lovers dashed up to his room and Hermione quickly opened his trunk and began rooting around in it. She pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and Marauders' Map as she asked, "You put the toys in here, right?"
"Yeah, it's under my robes," he replied and began to toe off his shoes.
In a moment, Hermione withdrew the paddle and held it high like a precious treasure.
"My bottom is going to be so-o-o-o red!" she cheered happily.
As Harry started to unbuckle his belt, a thought occurred to him; "Um, Hermione," he began.
"Yes, love?" Hermione replied while unbuttoning her blouse which appeared to be a little difficult since she was still clutching the paddle in one of her hands.
"You said you heard me yell at Gryffindor yesterday?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I was up in my room," she informed him. "I took a couple of books from the Library up there to read."
"But later, you walked by me and shot me a nasty look," Harry pointed out.
"Well, yes," she said sheepishly while loosening another button. "I thought you needed to suffer just a little bit longer."
"WHAT?" Harry cried out. "I was miserable! I was worried sick. I actually threw up! And you thought I needed to suffer even more?"
"Harry, that was in the past," Hermione said in a soft tone trying to calm Harry's anger. "But right now, I've been naughty and I deserve a good spanking followed by a wicked shag, okay?"
To prove her point, Hermione brought the paddle down on her bottom. 'Harry, Jr.' was more than willing to let bygones be bygones. All the organ really cared about was play time with Hermione. But Harry himself was quite upset. Hermione had let him stew in his own self-pity even though she had forgiven him in order to make him suffer a little longer. He buckled his belt back up.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"I reckon that I'm going for a walk," Harry said as he slipped on his shoes. 'Harry, Jr.' was protesting, the appendage wanted to play, damn it!
"But we haven't had sex in eight days!" Hermione argued.
"I'm very mad right now," Harry said slowly and turned to the door. As he walked out of the room, Hermione called out;
"You can take it out on my bum!" she cried out. "There's even a paddle for Merlin's sake!"
*
Harry normally didn't hold a grudge, but Hermione had pushed his buttons too much. She had toyed with him and now he was paying her back. He was still angry that she had intentionally let him suffer. He ignored her much like she had done to him.
Mind you /'Harry, Jr.' /did not like this at all. The organ voiced its complaints by strangling its baggage until they turned a nasty blue color. But Harry ignored the organ; he wanted Hermione to feel sorry for hurting him.
Hermione was a determined witch and she tried to sway Harry from his course. She first tried dropping hints in front of him by saying such things as/ "the dew is on the flower"/ and "I have an itch I can't scratch." After that failed, she resorted to less tactful hints like "Get over here, Harry, and shag me!" She even attempted to jump him while he was in the shower.
But Harry would have none of it. And he continued to ignore Hermione.
*
It was upon them; school was about to start.
McGonagall called Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna into her office. It was very clear to Harry that the Headmistress was taken back by his and Hermione's appearance. Both of them had a scowl etched on their faces and bags under their eyes. It had been some time since they had last touched each other and it was showing.
"Are you two okay?" McGonagall asked.
"Fine," both Harry and Hermione replied. Well, Harry muttered a barely audible 'Fine' and Hermione bitterly snapped her response.
Pressing on, McGonagall explained, "I have created a Portkey to take the four of you to King's Cross station."
"Why?" asked Ron. "We're already here. What's the point of traveling to King's Cross just to take a train back?"
"First of all, you are a Prefect and Harry and Hermione are the Head Boy and Head Girl. Therefore at least the three of you need to be present on the train," McGonagall lectured. "Secondly, I feel that just the presence of the four of you on the train will make the other children feel comfortable. There still is a war on and if Mr. Potter is there, many people will feel safe."
"Will the Express be attacked, ma'am?" Luna asked.
"I doubt it," answered McGonagall. "The train has a number of charms and wards around it. But I think that Mr. Potter's mere presence will have a calming effect on many people."
"When do we leave?" Harry asked in a pathetic way. On one hand; his balls were aching so much that he was considering giving up on his quest to make Hermione suffer. But on the other hand, Harry was an obstinate little bugger and he wanted Hermione to pay.
"Right now," McGonagall said and pointed to a length of rope lying on the desk in front of her.
Harry saw Hermione look at Luna before the brunette witch requested "Can you give us fifteen minutes? Luna and I have to fetch something."
"We do?" Luna asked Hermione.
"Yes we do," Hermione said knowingly.
"Make it quick," McGonagall stated. Hermione grabbed Luna's hand and dashed out of the office.
In a few minutes, the two witches were running back into the office.
"Are we all set now?" McGonagall asked and Hermione nodded her head. "Very well, here are the things you and Harry need to discuss with the other Prefects on the train." The Headmistress completed this statement by handing Hermione some parchment.
After Hermione tucked the parchment in her robes, the four teens touched the Portkey and landed at King's Cross.
Over the next hour, students and their families wandered in. Harry noticed that the station wasn't nearly as full as it had been in the past. He remembered that McGonagall had anticipated that less than half the student body would be returning. By the looks of it, Harry guessed that McGonagall was overestimating a good deal.
A minute before the train was due to depart, Molly and Ginny came scrambling out of the hidden entrance to Platform 9 3/4.
"How is it that with only one kid, you still manage to be late?" Ron asked his mother.
"Oh hush, Ron. Help your sister on board," Molly retorted. The Weasley matriarch turned to Luna and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Luna, how are you, dear?"
"I'm fine, mother," Luna replied. Molly glowed when Luna called her /'mother'/.
"Now keep Ron in line this year and make sure he studies," Molly told her daughter-in-law. It was clear to Harry that Molly had gotten over her anger at Ron and Luna and had finally accepted Luna.
"I will, mother," Luna kissed Molly on the cheek and climbed onto the train.
"You two behave this year," Molly told Harry and Hermione as they too boarded the train.
Once they got on, Luna walked up to Hermione and said, "I'll be in compartment six."
"Thanks Luna," Hermione said and led Harry and Ron to the Heads' Compartment. In a few minutes, Harry and Hermione were scheduled to begin the Prefect meeting.
Before they reached the Heads' Compartment though, Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"Oh, I almost forgot something," Hermione announced. "I'll be right back."
The brunette witch turned and ran back the way they had just come from.
"You two still fighting?" Ron asked as they continued to the Heads' Compartment.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"Hey you two," Ginny said after sticking her head out of her compartment. "Have you seen Neville?"
"I think he is near the end of the train," Harry informed her and pointed down the hall.
"Thanks," Ginny said with a smile and started to head in the direction Harry pointed to.
"Wait a tic," Ron commanded. "Why the hell do you want to know where Neville is?"
"None of your business," Ginny shot back.
"The hell it is," Ron countered. "I'm your brother."
"I'm a big witch Ron. I can do whatever I want."
"Well what is it that you want to do with Neville?"
"Like I said; none of your business."
As the siblings argued, Harry felt something brush past him. He turned to see what it was but he saw nothing.
After a moment, Ron gave up and moved on to the Head Compartment.
The Head Compartment was a set up like a meeting room. A desk was at the back of the room and a few rows of seats were placed in front of it. A tablecloth with the Hogwarts' seal covered the desk.
"I see you found it okay," Hermione commented distractedly as she entered the compartment.
Harry was taken back at Hermione's appearance. When she had left him just a few seconds ago, she was looking haggard and worn out. But now she looked well rested and relaxed.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Of course I am, Harry," Hermione responded with a song to her tone.
She walked to the table and was about to take the left seat when she stopped and looked at something under the table. Hermione then proceeded to abandon the left chair and took the right seat.
"Sit here, Harry," she said and pointed to the chair that she had almost taken.
Harry took the seat and asked once more, "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes I am," Hermione responded after blinking very slowly. "It is very nice of you to be concerned."
In a few moments, the Prefects from all years and houses strolled into the compartment. Harry noticed that a number of Slytherin Prefects had not returned. After all the Prefects had been seated, Harry turned to Hermione. The brunette witch returned Harry's look.
"Yes Harry?" she asked while she stared at him with her eyes wide.
"Um, McGonagall gave you the list of things to talk about," Harry pointed out.
"She did?" Hermione asked.
Harry was taken back. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn that Hermione was on drugs she was acting so strangly.
"Yes, you put it in your robe pocket," Harry reminded her.
A rustling sound came from somewhere near Harry's feet. A second later, Hermione reached under the table and withdrew the parchment. It was obvious to Harry that she did not retrieve the paper from her robes but from somewhere underneath the table. As if someone had handed it to her. But before he could inquire as to what was going on, Hermione began the meeting.
"Very good, let's begin," Hermione stated in a sing-song voice. "First; as you've probably noticed, a number of students have decided not to return this year..."
As Hermione talked, Harry felt something tug at his zipper. He was about to recoil away from the table and hex whatever it was that pulled on his zipper when a scrap piece of paper was placed in his hand. Harry read the note written in Hermione's handwriting on the paper.
"Luna is using Polyjuice to look like me."
/ /Harry turned to Hermione to ask her what was going on. Before he could voice his question the brunette witch sitting next to him stopped reading and blinked very slowly before saying "Hello, Harry" as if she had just met him.
Then it dawned on him. The note said that Luna was using Polyjuice to look like Hermione! It wasn't Hermione sitting next to him reading McGonagall's note; it was Luna disguised as Hermione. That would explain Hermione's dreamy and distracted tone.
Harry looked down at his lap and saw Hermione's disembodied hands working on his zipper. Hermione was obviously hiding under his Invisibility Cloak and sitting under the table. In a few seconds, Hermione's hands had freed 'Harry, Jr.'
"Since there aren't as many students this year doesn't mean we, as Prefects, have an easy job," Luna continued to read.
Hermione's mouth appeared out of thin air and she engulfed Harry's penis. The raven haired wizard gasped as Hermione worked her mouth and tongue on his flaccid organ. Mind you, it wasn't limp for long. 'Harry, Jr.' got so excited to play with Hermione again after such a long time that it almost instantaneously sprang to life in her mouth.
Harry stared with wide, terror filled eyes at the group in front of him. There were sixteen people sitting no less than ten feet away from him and Hermione was giving him a blow-job! She was giving him head in a confined and somewhat crowded public space! And Harry was terrified that they were going to be discovered.
"How would it make it harder for us?" a fifth year Prefect from Hufflepuff asked Luna disguised as Hermione.
A soft slurping sound from Hermione reached Harry's ears. To him, it sounded so loud that it echoed off the walls and he was positive that everyone heard it. Harry was expecting one of the sixteen Prefects to ask/ "what's that sound?"/ any second. If Harry was thinking rationally, he would have realized that the clanking sound of the train on the tracks covered Hermione's soft slurping. But as stated previously; Harry - and men in general - do not think rationally when they are being pleasured.
"Professor McGonagall fears that because the small number of students, some bad apples will feel the need to act up," Luna answered.
"Why?" Ron asked with a touch of mirth in his voice. "Fred and George left two years ago."
A number of the people in the room laughed at the memories of havoc that the twins wrought. Harry wasn't one of them. He was trying desperately not to moan as Hermione continued to work his penis.
"That is true, Ronald," Luna offered in Hermione's voice. "But Professor McGonagall feels that some of the students who were too shy to do such things before will blossom, if you will, with a smaller class size."
Even though Harry was terrified of discovery, 'Harry, Jr.' couldn't care less about the other students just a few feet away. The organ hadn't played in so long that it seized this opportunity.
"Another issue that many people will not like is Quidditch," Luna continued.
"What about Quidditch?" Ron asked, his tone serious and deadly.
Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Harry's face. And he was quite sure that his skin was flushed and red as well. He was on the verge of a panic attack. Harry was positive that someone would somehow put two and two together, stand up and say "Hey everybody, Harry's getting a blow-job!"
/ /"The Houses are very small this year," Luna pointed out. "I doubt that there will be enough skilled flyers from each house to form a proper Quidditch team this year."
"What?" Ron and a few other Prefects shouted out in disbelief and immediately started arguing with Luna.
"Harry, you're Head Boy," Ron shouted. "Do something!"
Harry, who had not been paying as much attention to the proceedings as he should have, only heard two of Ron's words. And those two words were "Harry" and "Head." Our hero immediately believed that Ron had called him out and exposed the oral sex.
"Bu-b-bu-but I-I-I" Harry stammered in panic.
"Listen, it isn't fair to us who don't have a lot of people," a Ravenclaw argued. "We have only one returning team member this year. The other four who were supposed to come back dropped out!"
"So what?" one of the Gryffindors challenged.
A full out argument erupted. Some people were contesting that it wasn't fair to continue the games if they didn't have full teams. While the other side argued that no one should be given special treatment just because of the small House size.
While the Prefects argued amongst themselves, Luna leaned over and inspected Harry's lap. Harry could see Luna examine the fellatio with Hermione's eyes. She watched the real Hermione suck and bob on 'Harry, Jr.' for a few seconds before turning her attention to Harry and saying, "She's really good at that, isn't she?"
"Maybe we can work out an arrangement with McGonagall," one Hufflepuff suggested. "Maybe have some players from one House fill in for another team to even out the numbers?"
"What are you crazy?" Ron demanded. "There's no way in hell I'd play for Slytherin!"
"Don't worry, Weasel," one of the few Slytherins countered. "We wouldn't want you anyway!"
With a muffled grunt, Harry came. It was like a floodgate had been opened inside of him. All the tension and stress that had built up over the past two weeks just poured out of him. That and he came a lot too. It had been building up for quite some time, you see.
Panting, Harry turned to see that Luna was still watching his lap.
"Oh, she really does swallow! You are a lucky wizard!" Luna punctuated her statement with soft but elegant clapping.
"FINE!" Ron hollered. "WE'LL TALK TO MCGONAGALL AND STRAIGHTEN THIS ALL OUT!"
All the Prefects except for Ron filed out of the compartment. Most of the prefects were still mumbling as they left. Luna, who still looked like Hermione, sauntered over to her husband.
"Ronald, I want you to take me to the loo and make love to me," Luna said in Hermione's voice.
It was as if she had slapped Ron hard across the face. He stared at her in shock. He then looked at Harry, his expression full of disbelief and worry. It was evident that Ron was worried that Harry was going to pummel him because Hermione had made a pass at him.
"H-H-Her-Hermione, are you m-m-mad?" Ron stammered.
"No, I'm not," Luna said in Hermione's voice. "I'm very randy however because I just watched Harry get oral sex and it turned me on."
"Who gave him head?" Ron squeaked. It was clear the poor wizard was completely lost and didn't have a clue as to what had just happened.
"Hermione did," Luna pointed out. "Harry is very lucky; Hermione is a talented witch who apparently likes to swallow."
"But you're Hermione," Ron stated. "How could you watch him get head when you were the one doing it?"
"I'm not Hermione, silly," Luna chuckled. "I'm your wife."
"Luna?" Ron asked.
Harry, who was still panting, only half listened to Ron and Luna's conversation. He was still coming down from his ecstasy... and Hermione was still licking his bits clean, that was very distracting to Harry, but in a good way.
"Yes, before we left the castle, Hermione and I fetched some Polyjuice from the Potions Lab as well as Harry's Invisibility Cloak," Luna explained. "Hermione wanted to make up with Harry, but he was being obstinate. So she came up with this plan, you see."
"Not really," Ron admitted.
"Well, that doesn't matter," Luna dismissed. "The Polyjuice only has a few minutes left and I want to make love to you in this form. It ought to feel extremely weird to have sex in a body with such relatively tiny titties. So let's get cracking."
Luna grabbed Ron's hand and ran out of the compartment.
"What just happened?" Harry asked.
Hermione got out from under the table and sat in her lover's lap.
"Luna is going to shag Ron," Hermione pointed out after lowering the cloak to reveal her face.
"But she looks like you," Harry stated.
"So?"
"Isn't that like cheating?" Harry speculated. "I mean, yeah, Ron is having sex with Luna, but she looks like you. So wouldn't that be like having sex with you?"
"Not really. It's sort of like a very complex form of role-play," explained Hermione.
"What's a role play?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes couples pretend to be something they're not, in order to spice things up," Hermione answered. Harry gave her a puzzled look so she continued. "For example, a couple will dress up in costumes and act like they are different people. The woman sometimes dresses up as a nurse while the man dons a patient garb. The couple acts like he's a sick patient in the hospital and she pretends to be a randy nurse who seduces him.
"Instead of dressing up as a nurse and a patient, Luna used Polyjuice to change her appearance. Luna will make sure that Ron understands it is really her and not me. So it won't be cheating," Hermione concluded.
The brunette witch kissed Harry's lips before saying; "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings."
"Don't worry, you made it up to me," Harry replied with a smile. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings too."
Harry was about to kiss Hermione when she suddenly got off of his lap and sat on the table in front of him.
"You're not getting off that easily. I showed you I was sorry with that blow-job," she said and spread her legs wide while hoisting up her skirt. Harry gulped when he saw that his girlfriend wasn't wearing any knickers. "Now it's time for you to show me you're sorry."
Harry closed his eyes and quickly thought of a snake before saying in Parseltongue "Yes-s-s, Hermione."
The brunette witch shivered with desire as Harry bowed his head into her lap. Harry could tell that she too needed release after such a long time. And he was more than happy to give it to her.
But because of the sounds of the train's brakes being engaged and the subsequent lurching caused by the vehicle's abrupt stopping, Harry wasn't able to complete his task. Instead, Hermione went sliding off the table and landed directly on his face as they both crashed to the ground. The breaks continued to squeal and Harry could hear (albeit muffled) people screaming in shock and surprise.
It took Harry and Hermione a moment to untangle themselves from each other, but the moment they did, the door to the Heads' Compartment blew up in a thousand little pieces.
"Time to pay, you little bastards," a Death Eater threatened as he stepped through the remains of the door.
To Be Continued |
Title: 19 NAUGHT CAUGHT 20 ROUGH 'N TOUGH
Tags: True Story, Boy, Discipline, Humiliation, Male/Female, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]19
NAUGHT CAUGHT
Rachel eagerly arrives for her first little league game. Jeff gives her a big hug and kiss before running to the field. He sees Fred’s father standing alone. “Mr. Weber, it’s OK if you look at my, me, as long as you don’t get hard.”
In quite a rage, but quietly, “How dare you suggest…” Jeff moves on, to end the squabble.
The Cubs seem cocky to Sean as they arrive for their game against the Tigers who are looking for their first win. He calls a team conference emphasizing the importance of respecting every opponent, taking them seriously.
Michael’s first pitch hits the leadoff batter. Then he walks the next two, loading the bases. Sean makes a pitching change but Karim appears mentally unprepared to pitch so early in the game. Five runs come in before three outs.
In the bottom of the first inning, Jeff swings at the first pitch, which bounces on home plate. The second pitch goes down the middle, called strike two. Jeff swings at pitch three, eye high, for strike three.
Back in the dugout Sean asks, “Why didn’t you think about bunting—the infielders weren’t looking for one.”
“I should be able to get a real hit against this team.”
“Oh! And I always thought that bunting took more skill than a home run swing. Stupid me! Against this team I bet you could hit with one hand tied behind your back. And don’t look for a walk. That would look foolish against a bunch of losers.”
“I take it that you’re not happy with my at-bat.”
”Are you, Jeff?”
Hanging his head, “No.”
“If we don’t respect this team, we will continue to be embarrassed by them.”
Later Clyde moves two steps to get under a lazy fly ball. The ball hits the heal of his glove, dropping to the ground. In his frustration his throw to second base sails over Michael’s head into right field, allowing two runs to score. In the dugout afterward, Fred bombards him with insults. Several Cubs join in before Sean steps in to break it up. Clyde moves to the corner to cry alone. After a minute, Sean comes over to comfort him, assuring him that he’s not upset by his errors. Karim joins in with support.
The Cubs have some inspiring moments, yet continue to be haunted by humiliation, which ends in a 12-11 loss. Jeff and other Cubs fight off tears.
Rachel gives Sean a hug to raise his spirit. He says, “Thanks. It’s too late to go to the beach. Why don’t we go swimming at my house?”
“Sounds like a plan. Meet you there.”
As soon as Jeff feels safe in his mother’s car he cries hysterically, “I hate baseball! I hate myself. I hate life.”
Before driving off, Rachel leans across the seat to console her son. Jeff hugs her tightly, turning to cry against her breasts. Soon he feels good enough to go.
In no time they’re at Sean’s pool. Jeff continues to rub his red eyes. Rachel removes her top and begins working on her bra. “Mom, you’re not allowed to swim naked here.”
“Of course I can.” Then thinking she’s happy that Sean set this rule for Jeff, “But I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
Sean opines, “I’d love to see you in a bikini Rachel. I never have, you know. But I think we can make an exception today—my parents are out of town and no one else will just walk in.”
Jeff becomes excited, “Me too?”
“If your mom says OK.”
“Sure, since I’m here too.” Jeff already was down to his undies and had them off before anyone could reconsider. He quickly runs into the pool.
Sean sadly says, “I see Jeff took the loss hard.”
”Yeah, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve seen him like this.”
“The pool’s a good diversion, Rachel…. This was the first time they didn’t feel challenged. Nothing I said seemed to matter for long. They kept falling in the rut.”
Jeff walks back to them, “Aren’t you coming in?”
Jeff looks different to Sean, but can’t figure out why. Somehow he looks more confident, self-assured—strange, after a humiliating loss. All three jump into the pool, and start hitting a volleyball around.
After getting out and drying off, the doorbell rings. Jeff asks, “Who could that be?”
“Well, they must know someone’s home so I better answer it.” Sean goes to the door wrapping a towel around himself on the move. “Hello Roxanne.”
“Hi Sean. I’ve been missing you.”
“You’ve been on my mind too.”
Startled, seeing Jeff in the background, “Why is there a naked boy in your house!?”
Sean turns to look; but is speechless. Jeff hollers, “My mom is here too. ” Sean’s head sinks, but he also breaths a sigh of relief. He also notices how Jeff had changed—his hips are more open as he moves. Not that he tried to hide his boyhood in the past, far from that. But now he’s all out there. Apparently yesterday’s penis discussion influenced his attitude most wonderfully. But for Roxanne’s sake, to bad this change happened so quickly.
“So you’ve become a nudist, huh.”
Thinking Jeff was crazy to leave the pool area, “You could say that.”
“Well, I’m leaving.”
“That would be good. But we need to talk again.”
“For sure, Sean. Bye.”
“See ya, Roxanne.” Closing the door, Sean sighs, “Glad that’s over.”
Jeff runs to Sean, hugs him, “That really sucks.”
“Yes, but let’s not use Alex words. You know, I wish you had stayed out of sight.”
“Yeah, I realize that now.”
Sean wants to praise Jeff for his newly found confidence, but decides that it’s better unspoken—or he may become self-conscience, hurting his self-assurance. Then Sean begins thinking that Jeff’s change and his mistake are related. Both have to do with forgetting oneself. Getting back to the patio, Rachel says, “That smells royally.”
“Worse. But…maybe this is better. Like she said, I’m a nudist now.”
“Naturist.”
“Whatever. How could I go back to Roxanne now, unless she becomes a naturist? Fat chance of that.”
Rachel remarks, “It doesn’t have to be that black and white. But it works for me, talking selfishly.” She embraces Sean.
“I’m realizing how much of an obstacle to nurture clothes are. Getting naked on our first date, that really wasn’t a date, to start out anyway, … getting naked simplifies everything, intimacy flows naturally. Yeah, we’re both hot for each other, but loving each other tenderly becomes more important. Back in slow motion mode, my sex drive drove me crazy, insane. I won’t go back.”
“I love you sooo much.” Reaching for a kiss, Rachel’s tongue moves deep into Sean’s mouth. And Sean searches the recesses of Rachel’s lovely mouth. After watching with delight briefly, Jeff, realizing he’s on his own for awhile, runs and dives into the pool. “Sean, you graduated. Congratulations!”
“Rachel, what are you talking about?”
“To become a true naturist, a person gets past sexual obsession. You control sex, rather than sex controling you.”
“Wow! Thanks. Yeah, I did graduate!”
20
ROUGH ‘N TOUGH
After school Jeff goes to Sean’s house. As expected, he’s home.
“Well, well, well. Who is this coming to gramma’s house.”
Laughing, “It’s little red riding hood.”
Hunching his back over, with a cackling voice, “Are you sure you’re not the big bad wolf, houuuuuu. My eyes aren’t so good, you know.”
“Well, maybe I am. We’ll have to get into your bed, if you want to find out.”
“Not so quick sonny. I…”
“Don’t call me sonny. I’m your honey.”
With his voice still cackling, “Oh. Oh. Oh. So you are. Well then, come on in already.”
“You are too much, Sean.”
“Well sonny honey, I don’t come cheap. I charge my clients a hundred dollars just to talk to me.”
“Turn around and I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”
“Cooooorny. Let’s get in bed. But be gentle with this buck.”
Jeff’s naked by the time he gets to Sean’s bed. “Who said anything about stripping, sonny honey?”
“I did, telepathically. You weren’t listening. Now we need to strip you too. By the way Sean, how come you get hard when I mention my mother but don’t when we’re naked with her.”
“Ouch. Hitting me before I’m down, huh.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how tough this topic would be.”
Giving Jeff a hug in appreciation of his candor, and for his own comfort, “I don’t know, Jeff. The touchy part of this issue is my discomfort with having an erection in your presence.”
“You didn’t seem uncomfortable at Black’s Beach when you two were smooching in the water.”
“That’s true, but it was appropriate in that situation…. So you also see, my penis does rise to the occasion, with your mother.”
“Yeah, but why can you control it on the beach and at your pool, but not when alone with me?”
“Yeah, Jeff, I know that’s the real question. Let me know when you have an answer.”
“So you don’t know?”
“Well. Maybe it has to do with respect. I respect your mom too much to be horny every minute with her. But if I’m not with her, I usually get horny when she’s on my mind.”
“I get it. That makes sense…. Why aren’t you hard now? We’re talking about her.”
“You’re question sidetracked me. But let’s drop the topic now, and your mom, OK?”
“OK, Sean. I have another tough topic, but about me. When I went to my room last night I thought terrible things.”
“Well, you have plenty of company.”
“Really? Who else?”
“I think we should stay focused on you.”
“I was hoping you‘d let me get sidetracked.”
“It helps, Jeff, to talk about your troubles with someone you trust.”
“I got so angry about yesterday’s ball game again. I hate myself. I swore at myself about every mistake I made in the game. And I hate being humiliated by a rotten team. Some Cubs claimed we lost on purpose because we felt sorry for the Tigers—to cover up their embarrassment.”
“Jeff, just talk about yourself for now.”
“I’d rather die than be humiliated. I thought about painless ways to die. I told my mother I was sick, so I wouldn’t have to go to school. She didn’t fall for it. I swore at her. I feel so bad. I would pull my hair out if it didn’t hurt.”
“So how do you plan on dying?”
“Jumping off a cliff was my best idea.”
“How would your mother feel, Jeff, after you did it?”
“Probably worse than me now.”
“You got that right—and me too! You aren’t gonna like what I’ve got to say.”
“I trust you Sean. Say it.”
“You need to embrace your humiliation like you embrace me.”
“Ugh!”
“God has a way of getting our attention when our attitude needs adjustment.”
“What attitude do I need to change?”
“Jeff, I think you can figure it out. What are you humiliated about?”
“Doing bad against a lousy team.”
Firmly, “So you’re a lousy player.”
“Hey! That hurts. Watch that!”
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
Sourly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It hurts you to be called lousy. How do you think the Tigers feel about being labeled ‘lousy’?”
“Good—they won.”
“No. They feel good about winning but hurt by your label. You dissed them.”
“Not just me!”
“Right now, Jeff, no one else’s faults matter. You dissed them when you thought it was below your dignity to bunt against them or to draw a walk. And by insulting them you messed up your own game.”
“Now I feel worse yet!”
“So, good buddy, are you gonna beat yourself up some more? Or embrace your pain?”
“Oh! I get it now!”
As they hug each other, Sean says, “Now you can think about the Cubs who covered up their embarrassment.”
“Yeah, they were running away from their pain…not facing it. I got some teammates to talk to…and some Tigers.”
They proceed in their naked state into unrestrained passionate touching, hugging, and kissing. Intense intimacy, at it’s best, without the complications of erotic feelings. |
Title: 19 YEAR OLD ARTHUR & HIS SEX 56 year old Sex SLAVE KARIN
Tags: Fiction, BDSM, Humiliation, Incest, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Karin was a tall German blonde haired 56 year old mother of one 22 year old son named Gunter . She was married to Herman but she was also the sex slave to her 19 year master Arthur .
Content:
Arthur had Karin bent over the kitchen counter as he shoved his whole fist up her cunt . Herman was eating an apple watching like it was nothing out of the ordinary . As he sat at the kitchen table , he watched his mind controlled cum slut wife being used as a fuck puppet by a man who was younger than her son . Soon you'll be able take my whole arm Arthur laughed , yes Karin said sweetly , she was wearing 5 inch black spiked heels & nothing else . As Arthur kept enlarging that pussy , he wondered where Gunter was? His former nemesis was now nothing more than a motherfucker. Karin he asked when is Gunter coming home . At about 5 she responded . Oh that's only 10 mins from now . Do you know what means Arthur said ? Yes i must blow him said Karin. Arthur took his fist out of Karin's cunt & took her upstairs to get ready , but before they left he told Herman to take a walk.
Chapter 1 - Karin blows Gunter as Arthur films it all
Karin was collared & leashed with spiked heels as he lead her downstairs as her motherfucker was sitting on the couch waiting for his mom. Mom why don't you get on your knees and suck my dick Gunter said . He had a small penis but that didn't matter, Arthur was making a mint selling this real-life mom son porn all over Europe. Eat it whore Gunter yelled grabbing her by the leash , This wasn't first time they had been filmed together. but it was a first for a collar and leash .Karin had no inhibitions as she licked her only sons nuts & dick shaft . Then came the nasty stuff she started giving Gunter a rim job , Lick my ass ma u bitch , you filthy whore , you don't even do this to dad he exclaimed. Arthur smirked this taboo video will be a bestseller. As Karin continued licking , Gunter started jerking & before you knew it , he covered his moms face with cum . Arthur always wore a mask when filming just in case he had to get involved in a scene .He had to take a piss so he put his camera on the tripod & filmed his dick pissing on Karin's face. Karin's face was clean of her son's cum now.
Chapter 2 Karin & Arthur's 19 year old lesbian friend
Arthurs friend ANGIE was sitting on Karin's face as the old hag licked the young pussy, Arthur filmed the spectacle Karin was at the end of her scene today . Angie arrived 2 hours earlier & had put the 56 year old through her paces .Collared, leashed & wearing 7inch thigh hooker boots Karin's tits & nose were now pierced. She had got them done a week earlier on orders from her master . The complete fuckpig, Karin was strapon fucked by a 12inch dong , she screamed at the top of her lungs as the femdom Angie decided to shove the fake dong up her ass. Slapping the milfs ass Angie watched as as Gunters moms ass gaped. At the end it gaped so much , she fisted the old bitches ass until Arthur told her to stop. And he told her to sit on her face as the scene faced out as Angie orgasmed from the pussylicking Karin gave her .
Chapter 3 Karin & Sonia
Karin was collared & leashed, with spiked heels , & nipple clamps, beside her stood 58 year old Sonia , she was a shorthaired brunette with a sexy british accent , Arthur had met her at the library of all places, she was some sort of intellectual, but that didnt matter cause right now she was naked with 3 inch heels . He had hypnotized & brought her home No filming , he was just gonna have some xxx fun with Karin & Sonia.
Already Karin & Sonia were french kissing as Arthur wacked off . Arthur was hard as he penetrated Karin , while she licked new pussy , Sonia loved the way Karin's tongue felt on her clit even though it was the first time a woman had done this to her. After a few more minutes , Arthur figured Sonia's cunt would be wet enough .So he started screwing Sonia missionary style while he had Gunter's mom lick & kiss his ass.
Arthur took his prick out of Sonia for a second & had Karin taste it. Then he pounded Sonia's pussy until the old English slag achieved orgasm.
Chapter 4 Karin is home
Karin was playing with her pussy, she was wearing her thigh high hooker & she was using her husband Herman & son Gunter as footstools as she watched porn on tv. As she has both men lick her heels & the side of the boots , she fiddled with her clit and reminisced about all the kinky things Master Arthur had made her do so far. Karin had big tits so Gunter & Herman each sucked on one until Karin achieved orgasmic bliss
Chapter 5 Arthur &Norma
Arthur was pissing all over Norma's face , she was 64 and married with grey-hair , big natural floppy tits & a fat ass. She was a teacher at his old high school & she was always busting his balls. Today he had seen her at the market & decided it was time to teach the the old wench a lesson . He had hypnotized her, brought her home. Norma stripped naked , blew him, licked his ass. Then she allowed him to fist her ass , & cunt before fucking her ass & pussy Now he was giving the old bat what she deserved a piss facial.
Arthur decided Norma would be his official HUMAN
TOILET, this bitch would not be used as a pornstar. Tomorrow her husband will also be hypnotized & he will love seeing his wife being pissed on by her new master. |
Title: 19 year old seduces me
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female
Introduction:
19 year old but looks a lot younger
Content:
I didn’t set out to fuck Leanne, she was an 19 year old girl that I’d seen in my local shop a few times. Long blonde hair reaching midway down her slim back, a nice slim waist and small round bottom perhaps reaching 5’2” in her adidas sports shoes, her denims on those 2 or 3 sights had been very tight showing off her petit shape. Only her demeanour suggested her 19 years, her overall look suggesting 14 or 15 years old. She was pretty enough, but certainly no head turner.
I stood a few feet behind her on this Monday morning a little after 8am as she searched for her purse to pay for a small selection of sweets and magazines. Her shriek distracted me from the sports pages as I waited in the queue to be served.
I looked from the newspaper to see that it was no school girl but the young lady I had seen previously looking desperately for cash in her bulging hand bag. Her jacket was open enough for me to glimpse the bulge of the top of her breasts above her tee-shirt. My cock responded a little as I viewed her breasts as she lowered her bag to the floor and emptied it.
I offered to pay her bill slightly before her flushed face reached towards mine and she kissed my 47 year old cheek and accepted my kindness. My cock stirred again inside my denims.
Leanne approached my car as I unlocked the door and in a delicate and vulnerable voice asked for my name.
“I’m Leanne, and can’t thank you enough, what’s yours?”
The conversation quickly led to Leanne sitting beside me in my car as we headed towards her home, I had agreed to run her home where she would hopefully find her missing purse.
My day off had become a little adventure, and breakfast would have to wait as I played my part as a hero.
The journey lasted less than 10 minutes, as Leanne spoke non stop, telling me about her hopes and dreams after her 3 years of collage. She had an infectious laugh, and I joined in as she relaxed beside me outside her home.
She motioned for me to join her for the search of her purse, and with hopeful thoughts, I followed her as we entered the slightly rundown building, and approached the staircase. Should I let her lead and watch her tight denims from behind, or climb with her hoping for another sneak look at her tits as her jacket opened up to the autumn air. I followed her, a step behind, as she climbed the stairs, watching her bum cheeks tense and relax under the taut denim, my cock stirring as my mind went into overload. Within 2 minutes we had stopped at the door of her shared flat as she unlocked and pushed the heavy door open, revealing a wonderful mess, typical of a student lifestyle.
I followed as Leanne led me to a kitchen where without pause she filled a kettle, reached above her for some mugs, and placed a packet of biscuits on the table. My eyes followed her around the room as her taut denims disappeared between small delicate thighs, with pockets emphasising her perfectly formed bottom. My cock twitched several times as I dreamed of encasing her in my hands. Her jacket was removed revealing a tight vest tee-shirt, black with small white writing, just enough to distract me from the bulges above her bra.
‘I’m still looking for Mr Right, I see you’re still looking……..’ it said.
Yes, the tee-shirt was right, I was looking, and Leanne encouraged me as she walked towards me and asked me if I wanted to audition for the part.
“They say older guys know what they’re doing between a girls legs. Want to prove them right” she said before she reached around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “this is for helping me out”
I was smitten and kissed back opening my mouth seeking her tongue, as she shared my thoughts, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
My hands wandered onto her back, then downwards and enveloped her small bottom, as I pulled her towards me.
I felt Leanne’s hand pull at me as my ever expanding cock pressed against her stomach, and I decided there and then I’d have to lift her up or lie her down to exert pressure onto her denim clad mound. I lifted her up.
With my hands under her bottom, her legs wrapped around my waist and I felt her weight on my cock, and boy did she know what she was doing.
Her crotch was moving in circular motions as she stimulated herself against my 7 inch hardening cock, our combined breathing adding to the heat in the room as I then attempted to remove her tee-shirt.
Before long Leanne was sandwiched between me and the kitchen wall as I pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head, revealing a white bra, before our desires thrust our mouths together again. The next challenge would be to remove the bra as Leanne had again wrapped her arms around my neck. The clasp at the back was unlocked and I found myself released from her grip. The plump breasts that had previously spilled from her bra were suddenly replaced by small orange sized breasts as I realised the padded bra had done its job and where others may be disappointed, I loved what I saw. A pair of small delicate breasts topped by dark pink nipples, small but erect. As I reached down to taste these lovely breasts, the decision to move to the bedroom was made by Leanne, and I found myself following her into her bedroom.
As she crawled onto the bed in front of me, I made my move. I reached out, and held her by the belt looped around her waist.
“stay there, I want you like that” and within seconds my clothing was at my feet, releasing my 7” cock to the view in front of me.
Her denims were pulled to her knees revealing a pair of white panties, disappearing between her small thighs. These joined her denims and with a thumb and finger I opened her dark red pussy lips as a trickle of juice escaped her folds pooling in the tuft of blonde hair.
Foreplay had stopped as far I was concerned.
The head of my cock entered her slowly, with the shaft entering quickly as I thrust once until my balls slapped against her thighs. She was wet, tight and screamed as I thrust a 2nd and 3rd time.
Had she been a virgin, I doubt it, I didn’t care, she was tighter than I had ever encountered, and screamed louder than I had ever known.
Screaming whether in pleasure or pain, I never stopped to think, I was enjoying myself in this tight pussy as I thrust in quickly with long strokes, slowly removing all but the head on the way out. After several minutes I noticed her small anal opening surrounded by light hair and found myself pressing a wet thumb into this small opening. The reaction was similar to before, a load scream, it didn’t deter me as I pushed until my whole thumb was enveloped by her skin, pushing and pulling at the dark hole while I contemplated replacing the thumb with my cock.
Anal sex had never interested me up until that point, but it suddenly looked like an attractive option, however within another few thrusts of my cock into her tight pussy that feeling of no return had approached and as I forced my sensitive cock into the overly wet but still tight pussy I found myself on top of this young girl, thrusting downwards as Leanne lay face down on the bed, unable to move under me. My load was emptied into the tight wet pussy in 4 or 5 sharp thrusts, as I selfishly though of my own needs.
I lay on her for 5 minutes as my deflated cock finally escaped the warm wet pussy of this 19 year old. My thumb still enclosed in her tight anus, as Leanne’s pretty mouth emitted a long groan.
“WOW” “I’ve never been forced before, and I loved it”
Had I really forced her.
Hadn’t she approached me, hadn’t she seduced me.
I removed my thumb and we lay side by side swapping light kisses, like long time lovers.
I lay there as Leanne moved on the bed, reaching for my cock and eventually placing it into her small mouth. As she moved on the bed I watched as her bottom came into view, and again I thought of anal sex. I reached out with my hands and brought her bottom towards my head removing the denims and panties that had worked themselves to her ankles.
As I opened her legs my seed leaked between her dark lips onto her light hair with her clitoris standing proud covered with a coating of sperm. I pulled her towards me intending to be more gentle, with thoughts of tasting my own sperm running through my head. It would be a first for me, but forcing a lover was also a first.
Leanne knew how to get a cock hard, her small hand held the base of my cock, as her tongue teased the shaft of my cock moving both along the length and around the shaft, once in a while the head would be lovingly brushed softly with her tongue, eventually she’d pop the head into her mouth and out again. 15 minutes of this pleasure as I neglected the pussy within reach of my mouth and I suggested she stop before she got a facefull or mouthful of cum.
She left my cock alone as I reached out and pulled her pussy onto my mouth, my nose resting against her small bum hole.
My tongue found her clitoris and I had her rotating on my mouth as I swapped from teasing her clit to fucking her hole with my tongue, I was drinking my own cum, and also swallowing her juices as I brought her towards her deserved orgasm.
Again my thoughts diverted to anal sex and again my thumb found itself in her tight bum hole as her orgasm built up bringing on a screaming session from this young lady. I removed my thumb from her tight brown hole and replaced it with my middle finger where I could instantly reach inside and stroke her anal walls to emit further screams of pleasure from Leanne.
While maintaining pressure in her anus, I enveloped her clitoris with my mouth and nibbled and pulled as her orgasm took over her senses for a minute or so, while she released herself from my mouth. My finger gripped by her anus felt the pressure increase and decrease several times as she lay limp by my side.
It was now or never, as I knelt above her and caught her dripping juices on my ever hardening cock before aiming my pulsing cockhead towards the hole where my middle finger remained.
Sliding my finger in and out a few times before finally removing it seemed to open up this small hole and suddenly I pushed the juice covered head of my cock into this tight opening.
Her pussy was tight, but her brown hole was tighter and I felt the muscles grip my cock as I forced my cock in slowly. Leanne screamed like before, and again I ignored her pleas seeking my own enjoyment. A dozen or so thrusts before my full length was inside and the screaming had been reduced to moans and I was suddenly sliding in and out like it was her well lubricated pussy. I found myself thrusting faster and faster, heading towards the point of no return again ignoring her needs when I happened to see her mouth a few feet in front of me lying open. I now wanted to fuck her mouth.
Sliding out of her tight brown hole I scrambled towards her mouth and with only the thoughts for my own needs I opened her mouth with my hands and forced my cock between her lips.
She moaned loudly as I surprised her, the vibrations teasing my cock as I thrust 5 or 6 times before emptying my sperm into her.
The head of my cock reaching into her throat as she choked around me, her once lifeless body now dancing on the bed in front of me through panic, trying to escape me.
I panicked and withdrew, my cock coated with her saliva as it erupted onto her face several times.
I lifted my clothes from the floor and left for the bathroom, shocked at my behaviour, when I heard her call out to me.
“don’t leave me here alone, can’t you stay”
I was confused, and went to find the bathroom, I had forced myself onto this girl for my own needs yet she wanted me to stay.
Returning to the bedroom clothed, I found Leanne laying on the bed on her side, her hands between her legs, a soft moaning coming from her. Her blonde hair a tangled mess, with signs of cum in her hair and on her face. A closer look revealed 2 of her small fingers forced into her brown hole, the 4 fingers of her other hand forced into her pussy. Signs that although I had cum over her she was still seeking the ultimate pleasure.
I sat beside her and with a wet finger I reached for her clit, strumming it carelessly, bringing her to her orgasm after several minutes.
Leanne lay limp and thanked me, asking me to undress and join her again.
Throughout the day I managed to get hard another 3 times with the help of Leanne’s mouth, and we fucked with Leanne insisting that I “do it rough”, all 3 times finishing in her throat as she gagged.
Although we never met outside her flat, we fucked for 4 months before she met someone nearer her own age.
I still see Leanne around, and have found myself at her door a few times after having too much to drink, each time fucking her roughly through the night and leaving before breakfast. |
Title: 1derful tease ch. 01
Tags: Fiction, Incest
Introduction:
Tease 1
Content:
We were drowning in the heat of July as the sun was beating down since early morning. Some time in the after noon my friend showed up and we were prancing about in and out of the pool. Erica had been my friend from when I was young, now we were closer than ever. I did have many friends just none so close as Erica.
I could hear my parents talking loud from the kitchen as they made their usual disagreement. Then as clock work I hear mom's car take off from the driveway. Erica and I became kind of quiet and unable to hear the whole situation knew what was going on.
Erica who was more man wise than I says, "Kay, I don't get it. Why is your mom so stupid? Your dad is a fine piece of meat and she is off constantly with another guy. I wish I could have your dad, I would let him do anything he wanted to me and beg for more." Erica was holding onto the other side of stair hand railing at the edge of the pool.
I knew it was no big secret as to my mother's infidelity that did not take me by surprise. It was the way she was describing my dad. I knew she was right, but I never really thought about it. My dad had been the only dad I knew since I was young. He was not my biological dad but was dad for every sense of the word to me. I suppose part of the reason he was so attractive to my friends was he was not old and crusty. Actually he was much younger than my mom but still older than me by twelve years.
As painful as it is to admit my dad was more to me than my mom was. He had always made time to do things, and never barked about my mistakes. He took the time to talk to me about my life and always came to events in my life. We would always spend time together even if it was something trivial. My mother never seemed to have time she was off here and there and her career was more important than anything.
"Kay, Kay," Erica was trying to get my attention from staring into the pool water, lost in my thoughts. "Look your dad is out on the deck in swim trunks. Do you think he needs me to put some sun lotion on his tender skin?" Reaching down between her legs Erica lowered her hand into her bikini bottom. With her other hand she rubbed her chest flashing her nipples to me in the privacy of the pool.
I watched her for a second and said, "Get real - my dad is not going to have anything to do with a silly girl even if you are eighteen. Just face the fact before you make a fool out of yourself. He likes older women."
Erica says, "I know but I can dream."
I say, "Yeah, go ahead and dream all you want just don't do anything dumb." Looking back over at my dad now reclined. His skin rippled over the firm muscles in his stomach and his chest heaved every time he breathed. My own thoughts were suddenly wrong as I looked and noticed for the first time the slight bulge at his groin where the thin material settled over his privates. He was not aroused only displaying what he was, a man.
Erica up to no good again says, "Do you think your dad would notice if I pull my bottoms over like this and go say hi?" Sliding her bikini bottom so it was lopsided and half over her shaved pussy. Erica stands up on the stairs so her body is out of the water.
I slap her leg hard and with a tone of grieving anger I say, "Cut it out!"
Erica squats back down to the water and says, "You know I am only teasing, I wouldn't do that." Sticking her tongue out in a sexual way lifting and lowering it, looking over at my dad.
I say, "I know you're a chicken shit, I wasn't too worried. Besides he wouldn't notice he is too much in love with that bitch he married." Pushing off the steps to flutter back in the water.
Erica says, "Chicken?" And stands up briskly and saunters over to my dad. I can see for the brief moment Erica still has the bikini way off the covering of her pussy as I could look while her thin legs exited the pool, between her steps and ass swing I had a glimpse of her pussy. The way the dark blue bikini bottom contrasted with her light white skin it was undoubtedly noticeable to see the material was significantly out of place. I wanted to yell at her but the time was too late.
I don't know why but I was extremely aroused just watching to see if my dad would notice. I felt my pussy tingle as I watched her approach dad.
His eyes remained closed until Erica said standing right near his face, "Excuse me Mr. Ross I think you might be laying on my towel?"
I watched intently as dad lifted his head and with no mistake stopped and looked at Erica's exposure. Stumbling for a word he finally said, "Uh, no sorry not here" Fixated at the young body right in front of him, he took his time and no doubts was checking her out. From the slight rise in his shorts before he covered himself with placing both legs to the deck pulled the towel between his legs from the lounger and laid it over his groin.
I was unaware at first that I was now feeling my self and even being in the pool I was wet. My heart throbbed in excitement and disbelief. I thought my God how can she be so bold and to my dad. My feelings overwhelmed me, almost like I was scared of his reaction.
Erica was being relentless to my dad. She stood there and looked around then asked, "Do you mind if I use this towel." Pointing to the one now covering his wood.
My dad thought, taking his time to answer. Obvious to me he was trying to delay Erica as long as he could without making a notion of her evident, perhaps mistakenly exposure. I could see his lips biting down as his brow flexed slightly then with a smile he says, "Oh your towel is on the other chair." Pointing across the patio.
Taking a wide side step as if to look stupid Erica paused and glanced about, giving a tiny sway to her belly and hips. This spread her tiny legs making her pussy almost hang from the center of her thin little legs as the muscles arched from her inner thigh to her crotch. Then with a giggle she says, "Oh thanks I didn't even see it." Erica then walked slowly over to get it.
My dad's eyes never parted her ass. I could only imagine what he was watching but had a good idea. Then I exited the pool and met up with Erica and dried off be fore we both entered the kitchen to get something to eat. Closing the door behind me, I looked at her with a frown smile and said, "You're bad!"
Erica says, "So at least I am not a chicken. Who is the chicken shit now? That's right you baby girl!" Taking a bow toward me with her face right in mine, as she stole a piece of cheese I was cutting up.
I looked at her with no reply then as a minute passed by I asked. "Why all of a sudden did I become the chicken? You know I am not the chicken." With a dumb look of question as to say you can't be real.
Erica twirling about the kitchen stops and leans against the counter. With a big grin she says, "Oh yeah like you could top that? You know he was looking at what I got" Wiggling her hips in a rude gesture toward me.
I was getting perturbed at her now and snipped back, "Why would I he is my dad, you wouldn't be doing that to your dad."
Erica taking another piece of cheese haughtily says, "Who said I wouldn't, Besides he is not like your biological dad, and come on even you have to admit he is fine looking. It is not like he is going to have any thing to do with either one of us, you said it your self. So what do you care it is just a little bit of harmless fun. Besides it is a thrill to know your good looking enough to get a man like him to look."
I looked back at Erica and replied, "So why bother?"
Erica turned so her back was leaning over the counter then said, "Kay you know we have done many things together, private things so I will tell you, because you are my best friend. Standing like that in front of your dad was the most erotic thing I have ever done."
I turned and said, "I'm listening."
Erica spoke, "I am not sure how to describe it but my pussy was on fire." Sticking her tongue out and mock biting it.
Squinting puzzled I ask, "Like how?"
Erica said, "I was a little nervous at first, but when ever your dad looked and looked again. My pussy wanted to just start dripping. It was a good thing I was dripping wet to begin with."
I inquired, "Are you trying to say you came?"
Erica says, "No not like that it was wet like that, but it felt like my lips were going to burst open and drip right in front of your dads eyes."
I wondered and asked out of curiosity, "But you looked so calm. I thought I was more nervous than you." As I pulled out a bunch of crackers and placed them around the cheese dish.
Erica replies, "My God I am still dripping over it." Moving her bikini to the side moved her hand over her vulva and was pushing in on her pussy and clit. I slapped her arm and said, "Stop that, don't do it in the kitchen, not in front of me."
Erica smiles, "Why it is not like you have never seen it before and who is going to walk in your dad? Remember no one else is home and I don't think mother is about to stop what she is doing right now and come home, do you?"
I stammered a response, "You know I don't care if you frig yourself in front of me. It won't be the first time. Sure it won't be the last either, you horny thing. Just I know your doing it thinking about my dad. Since when has my dad become an obsession with you?"
Erica showing me just how wet she was by a display of her drenched fingers says, "You know I have had the hots for your dad, hell which of our friends doesn't? Today was different I don't know why I was just horny to see if he noticed me. Now it is like I can't get enough." Having told me that, Erica suddenly became quite quiet.
I took her hand and ran it under the cold sink water, handed her a towel. Then after looking at her almost feeling embarrassed for sharing her feelings with me. I kissed her on the lips with a light peck and gave her a dear hug with a sincere look I said, "I am glad you are my friend. No one else would ever be as honest with me as you are. I will tell you I became horny too, but I don't know how to feel. It's different when we, you know do things thinking about James or Matt, but I am not sure I want to masturbate to thoughts of my dad. Even though it turned me on to see him interested in someone other than my mother.
Erica says, "Fine I wait till later to do that, but come on you have to do something even a little something please! Please, please, please pretty please!"
I looked at Erica like she was nuts and asked, "Like what?"
Erica says, "I don't know, but it can't be too obvious or he will know after the fine display of courage earlier." Then Erica began tweaking my right nipple to make it grow under the thin material.
I didn't really care as it was cold in the house with the A/C running they were about as hard as they can get anyhow. Picking up the plate I said, "Grab your drink and mine and come on. I will think about it, but I wouldn't hold your breath if I was you."
Out on the deck Erica opened the umbrella as I placed down the plate and yelled, "Hey dad want some cheese and crackers?
Dad sat up and said, "Sure!" Taking a minute to adjust his eyes to the sun.
I spoke up and asked, "What would you like to drink, Coke, Ginger ale, Lemonade, Beer."
He said, "Coke will be fine Hun."
Erica grabbed my arm and said, "I'll get it!" Then made way quickly to the house, and in record time came back. Placing the glass in front of my dad's chair on the table.
He looked back at Erica with a quick glance of her entire body, as he stood behind his chair saying, "Thanks dear, you know someday you are going to make a good wife to some lucky guy. Now if you fine ladies will excuse me I need to make my way to the boy's room I shall return in a jiffy."
As soon as dad entered the house Erica let out a sigh all dreamy eyed. I don't know why but it bothered me, as I sat down quietly.
A moment later dad came back out and planting a kiss on the top of my head said, "Thanks dear it looks wonderful." Resting his hands on my shoulders only for a second.
I smiled up at him and with a bit of a flush feeling, my eyes quickly took in his hairy chest and beautiful nipples.
Erica says, "Hey where is my kiss?" Like she was deserving of half the credit or something.
I watched dad as he moved behind Erica and planted a little kiss on her head. That would have been fine But I saw him glance down the top of her bikini at her cleavage. I only for a second became jealous, wondering did he look at me like that. After all I was only a 32 C but wasn't I good enough to look at too? I thought maybe if I was taller like Erica or wasn't so thin I would look more like a woman.
Dad made his way around the table and finally sat down the conversation became rather silly. Something about an unknown two certain cows in the neighbor's yard. My dad always had a way of making things light and cheery. Even though I knew inside he was bothered about mom.
There I was almost desperate trying to gain my dad's attention it was roughly like I was not there as he looked more at Erica than me. I pulled the scrunchy out of my hair and played with my hair as I held my arms up I made sure my breasts bounced noticeably in front of me. I was upset as he never even looked other than a passing glance.
I didn't become angry with Erica steeling my dad's attention I was more hurt I was not good enough to hold his attention like she suddenly was.
Evening came and Erica went home. Dad and I were going to go out to dinner but as having been a lazy day neither of us felt like dressing up so he orders a pizza. I was quiet as we ate he kept asking questions like normal but I was rather short with my answers.
When we were done eating I got up cleaned the table with him and then he just stopped me and asked, "OK, what is up? And don't you tell me nothing, you have never been this quiet."
I looked at him from his feet to his head and feeling vulnerable I said, "Many things dad, but mainly right now I am not feeling to pretty." Dropping my head to look at the floor.
Dad took the plate from my hand and placed it on the counter then placed his arms around me holding me tight as my face nuzzled into his fuzzy chest. My arms went around him and I began to cry. His hand brushed my hair gently holding my head softly every so often. He said, "Of course you are beautiful." Planting several kisses onto my scalp. "Who could ever be as beautiful as you are inside and out?"
I was not thinking clearly as I managed to say, "Erica." Between sniffles.
Dad asked, "Why is there a young man who likes Erica that you like." He was so gentle and loving as my tears ran uncontrollably down his naked flesh.
I just shook my head no. I suddenly could feel his penis and balls as I held him tight pressed on my stomach. He wasn't aroused or anything, they were just there. I wondered and thought they must always have been there, but as I have hugged dad hundreds of times and never noticed until now. I tried to not dwell on the thought but still subconsciously I was feeling the size and place between his legs unknown to him. I would change my thoughts but like a Ying Yang every thing circled back to the presence of his penis only separated by the silk material.
We just held one another for about fifteen minutes until I could get a hold of my emotions. Then I looked up at him I bravely placed my hand on his face and caressed his cheek. My finger brushed across his mustache as his hazel eyes looked at me with love. The smile he gave me made me feel secure to say, "Why do you never look at me like you do Erica?" Dad's eyes rolled back fast, and then looked at me again hoping he didn't hear what I just said.
I said, "Do you think I am pretty or not? I saw you looking at her today."
Dad says, "Yes, you are more beautiful than Erica it was just uh,___uh."
My other hand was placed on his chest as his arms were still around my waist. Still reaching up I took in the jaw line of his chin. I decided to let him off the hook and said, "It is ok dad I know what you saw. I just really thought you might at least once look at me."
Dad was at a loss for words. I leaned up high on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. Nothing out of the ordinary but I lingered too long. I could feel the tickle of his mustache on my lip. Our lips never parted but I held the moment for what seemed an eternity.
Dad's hand spanked my bum breaking my hold, as I lifted away slowly I pulled at his lower lip with mine making it flap closed. I could feel a rise in his penis as my stomach fell close to his body again, as I lowered back down. I turned and picking up the plate I placed it in the dishwasher, bending over like my knees could not flex.
With my hair dropping in my face I turned to see dad in a trance like a dear in front of a truck at night. I smiled and said, "Thank you it's about time you notice I have an ass too." I could see he was plainly looking at my bottom covered in only the thin swimsuit.
Dad just stood there and with out notice his cock was beginning to tent out the swim suit he had on. Then like the wind he turned and saying, "I think I need to take a swim." Turned to the door left the house, and jumped the pool.
Nothing was mentioned for about two weeks Dad was quiet pretending nothing took place and I was letting it drop. Unlike Erica who was the princess of Horny-Ville. The little non existing town between her and my dad's legs. All she talked about when ever we had a minute alone was my dad. I never told her about my little kiss or the hug as that was my own secret she did not need to know.
I would like to be able to say exactly why, but every time. Every day Erica begins talking about my dad I get more and more possessive of him. Day after day she comes over after school and continues to distract his attention if even for a second as he passes the room. Like I said, it was two weeks later my dad was in the kitchen cleaning the dinner dishes. I was in my room cleaning. I placed on a light blue loose fitting tank top and had shorts on. As I picked up my pile of laundry my right breast fell out of the top crossing over and still covering my left. I was about to place the clothes down on the bed to fix my top before passing through the kitchen to the basement.
Instead I had this wicked rush come over me as I wanted to see if he would notice. I walked out to the kitchen with my arms full and my boob lying nonchalantly on the top of the pile. My hands were shaking I asked him to get the door for me, with a quiver in my voice.
Dad wiped the soapy water off his hands and turned, he was wearing a pair of old sweat pants with the legs cut off in a ragged edge and a white t-shirt. Dad's eyes immediately saw my boob. Then looked at my face in an awkward attempt to look else where, other than the breast. The door opened I dropped a bit of clothing onto the floor.
Dad bent down and picked it up trying to place it on the pile but not on my exposed breast as that would be to obvious. His hand came so close to my body, then he dropped the items on the top and just smiled. Ducking down I went under his arm holding the door and scampered down the stairs.
Dropping the clothes in the laundry pile I made way quickly to the basement bath room and looked in the mirror. My nipple was as erect as the size of a gummy bear. I cupped my breasts and they felt nice to have the attention of my hands holding them. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Shortly after I made my way up stairs and passed quickly through the kitchen back to my room.
I dropped my jean shorts to the floor and dressed only in the tank and a pair of turquoise nylon panties. I flopped on my stomach on the bed. My hands crept under my chest and held my breast firm. My legs made their way onto the bed as I was diagonal across the mattress. My head lay to the side as I faced my mirrored closet doors. I looked at my self as I contemplated what I had just done.
I could hear dad calling my name, I just lay quietly for a moment until he said it again then I yelled, "What!" I didn't mean it to sound so rude but I was not moving.
Dad entered my room and asked kindly if I was feeling ok. I looked at him off the reflection of the mirror and said, "Yeah, My neck and shoulders are hurting so I took an aspirin and wanted to lie down for a moment." It was really no shock for him to see me in my underwear as it certainly was not the first time.
Dad says, "Oh ok well if you need anything just holler.' Then dad turns to leave the room.
I say, "Dad!"
"Yes," I hear his reply from the hall.
"Dad, do you think you could rub my neck a little? Please!"
Dad re-entered the room and moving around my bed sat on the edge near my head and was also facing the closet. His hands were so firm but gentle as he moved my hair to the side and placed one hand on my neck and the other at the base more on my shoulder. I told him how nice it felt and moaned little appreciations to his touch.
While he continued I asked, "Dad can we talk?"
Dad leaning down to kiss my head says, "Of course, we can talk about whatever you want." Then with a sudden reality he says, "I rather not talk about what happened a few weeks ago." Continuing with rubbing now moving up my neck to the base of my skull.
I say with a little laugh, "I am sorry about that dad. I was just a little jealous over the attention you seemed to be giving Erica."
Dad says, "Kay it is ok, but you have to know I love you in a slightly different way."
I reply, "I know"
Dad says, "What I find attractive about Erica does not make you any less attractive it is you're my little girl and it always has been that way."
"I know, it is just I am not so little now anymore Erica and I are both the same age, and it is not like I expect you to be really interested in me. But it would be sure nice if you paid me a compliment once in a while too."
Dad says, "You are the most beautiful girl a dad could ask for."
I was frustrated, "Not like that dad! You know like! _paused_ I don't know." Turning my head away from him facing my pillows.
Dad stopped rubbing my neck for a moment then with a trace of two fingers he drew imaginary lines up and down my spine as the shirt rippled his fingers thumped over the creases. Dad finally said, "Ok we can exchange nice replies to one another."
I laid there still in silence not yet happy with his reply or sure it was sincere.
After a moment I was in shock as I felt my dad's palm making almost non-touchable circular motions on my ass. I could feel the hand pass over the crevice as it made its way from cheek to cheek. Dad leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "You have an awesomely tight bum, bum is that what you want to hear?"
As his hand continued to make a light caress I swallowed hard and said, "That is better but I think men call them buns, dads call it a bum, bum." Lifting my head back up off the soft mattress.
Dad nodding his head says, "Ok fine you have nice buns." Stopping for a moment he squeezes one cheek then the other then says, "A very nice buns." Then dad moves his hand back to my shoulders.
I slid my hand to his bum with a pinch and say, "So do you dad." Then continue around to hug his waist as he hugs my shoulders. I laugh as I make note of the tent in his pants I say, "I guess you liked my buns more than I realized."
Dad takes a stuffed bear off the end of the bed and covers his crotch with it as he begins to ask, "Is your neck better?"
I smile and say, "Almost!"
He leans over and kisses my cheek and says, "Good night Kathleen." In a very sincere tone.
I frown a bit but don't persist to make him feel uncomfortable. As the door closes behind him I run my fingers down and upon feeling my panties they are soaked. I roll to the side and feel the comforter, it is wet as well. I ended my evening trying to clean up my wet spot. I knew then, my dad was not the only one excited by his prompted touch and words. After changing into a night shirt and dry panties which just happened to be a nice light blue, I climbed into bed and smiled with content as I fell asleep.
Morning came and I had slept in looking at the clock it was almost ten thirty. I drooped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. Dad was up and reading the paper out on the deck with a cup of coffee dressed only in his swim trunks. It appeared he had already been for a swim. I made a bowl of cereal and joined him.
Dad said, "Good morning!" With a pleasant tone and a brief look past the paper at me.
"Morning dad."
Dad asks, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thanks. Mom isn't home yet?" I asked with little surprise.
Dad replied, "No not yet."
"I wonder where she could be?"
My dad looked at me with rolling eyes then continued his reading.
When I was done I walked over to the pool and dipped my toes in. Calling for my dad I said, "Hurry there is a frog stuck in the pool."
Dad came right over and with one knee down scooped the little guy in his hand and tossed him out. I thought it would be funny to push him. While he was off balance I gave a playful push. Reaching back he caught my hand as he tumbled over the edge, pulling me in right along with him. It was still funny just not what I had expected.
Dad laughed at me because even though I pushed him He was able to catch me before I escaped. After the splash fight subsided a bit I made my way to the steps and dripping all over the deck I laughed as I returned to my chair out of breath. Dad picking up his towel dried off a bit then tossing me the towel picked up his cup and asked if I wanted a coffee.
I normally say no but just said, "Ok." It was a beautiful morning and I was feeling perfect just to sit in the sun.
Dad returned and placing the coffees on the table sat down. With a gesturing jeer he says, "You might want to use that towel to cover up a little." Using his eyes to make a statement about my nipples showing through the wet fabric.
I look back at him lifting my eyes to mimic his eye head motions.
Dad laughs at me and says, "I think you have perky nice nipples and they are wonderful to look at. However I do not think your mother will be so pleased to see them on display in my company." Taking a sip of his coffee to hide his grin.
I took the towel and folded it up nicely and placed it on the table. For a little more fire I twisted the hem of the shirt into a big knot and dropped it through the neck. I really should have removed it as now it felt like a wet dead weight around my neck. I smiled and said, "Well, Mom ain't home now is she? Since you don't mind this works for me. How about you?"
Dad laid the paper back down and looking around the edge of the table he saw I was wearing underwear and said with a shrug in his shoulder, "That's fine. Is this where I am supposed to make a compliment?"
I looked at him and with a mock sad face said, "Only if you want to?"
Dad stroked his chin for a moment and says, "That is a nice firm tummy you have there.'
Biting my lip I nod with approval then say, "Well thanks that is a nice chest you have there Mr. Ross." I wait as I know dad does not like me to refer to him by any other name other than dad.
Dad looks back and playing my game nods in the same manner as I, then says, "Thank you ma'am, Might I add from what I can see you seem to have a nice chest as well."
My heart was racing a mile a minute as my pussy began to drip from the comment my dad just said. I replied, "These little things?" I held my hand over my breasts I could feel the erect nipples. I felt like removing my shirt I lifted at the bottom of the fabric that covered my breasts. My dad like as if in a poker game watched intently to see if I was going to do anything with out giving a hint to whether or not he wanted me too.
Sitting back in the chair I watched him gaze at me specifically right where my boobies met the edge of the wet cloth. I raised one foot up on the chair which spread my legs nice his eyes never broke pace like a cat watching a string.
I bumped my hands up a little so the naked undersides of my boobs were in his sight. I looked right into his eyes with a giggle I asked, "Do you want me to?"
Dad said, "Want you to what?"
I said, "Don't play dumb, You know exactly what."
Dad says, "Don't you think the question is really do you want to?"
I silently nodded my head yes and lifted my shirt past my nipples. They ached from being so hard, my pussy was buzzing with a tingle. My eyes closed a little as I cupped my breasts. My warm hands never felt so good. I was not sure what was happening but suddenly I felt like I was going to piss myself I breathed a stuttered hard breath. With a tense shock wave I felt my self wetting myself in front of dad. I thought I was going to drip like pee but instead it just more so congealed up inside my panties.
Dad reached in his shorts and boldly adjusted him self. I thought I saw the tip of his penis as it came to the top of his shorts. I moved my shaking hand down to the outside of my soaked panties. I touched the slippery residue and the single tickle on my clit made me make an audible moan. I looked at my dad and out of breath said, "Dad, I'm horny." As I purposely rubbed the front of my panties now showing dad how wet they are from me and not the pool.
Dad was about to get up and move closer when we hear a car door close. I grabbed the towel and sprinted to my room. I looked out my window and saw dad was in the pool. I took a deep breath in relief.
Then I hear, "Hello!" it was my mother as she walked out on the deck talking to my dad like she was a gift to him from God.
I took off the shirt and with the panties still on I must have touched my self for over an hour. Each time was so intense. I began to wonder if my mother didn't come home right then. What dad was going to do?
My heart sank each time I thought of something else that made me think Oh my God I can't believe what just took place. Then I became all wet again.
My real reality set in when I was wondering if I should tell Erica, "Who's the fucking chicken shit now!" Oh god it was intense but even if I don't rub her face in it she is going to know something is up when dad is sniffing around me and not her. |
Title: 1derful tease ch. 02
Tags: Fiction, Incest
Content:
The days had passed and Dad and I pretended like nothing ever happened that morning. Mom was unaware of any strange behavior. Even though we pretended to be the same it was evident to me between the glances and smiles dad would give I had turned him on.
After a week had passed I had come to the belief it was a fluke moment between us and things were almost back to normal. Friday night came and as predictable as can be Mom was on her way out the door. Things were pretty silent as Dad and I finished dinner and settled in for the night. My boyfriend was being a jerk so I was not going out. I rather mope around the house. Not feeling so bold I went to my room clicked on the TV and getting comfortable for bed. Taking a quick shower, I placed on a night shirt and a pair of light yellow full bottom panties. Then I settled on my bed for the evening as I watched TV.
Around ten o’clock Dad poked his head in the door wearing boxer shorts, to say good night. I asked him if every thing was alright maintaining his attention for another minute. He came in and sat beside me. I leaned over and hugged him as he planted a kiss on my head. He was about to get up when I asked, “Dad you know how you always say we can talk about anything?”
Dad held me and says, “Anything you need to talk about I am here for you.”
I know I surprised him by asking, “Why do you stay with mom when you know she is off every weekend with some guy? You do know that is what she is doing?” I think he thought I was going to ask a boyfriend question.
Dad took his time being silent before saying, “I know she is with other men.” Then dad became silent again.
I looked up at him moving about a little and said, “I don’t understand. If you know, then why when she comes home you act like nothing happens and every thing is great!”
Dad replied with some stuff and basically danced all around my question with out answering it. I grabbed his hand holding it in my own upon my bare leg and said, “Dad I want to know you said you would always be honest with me. This bothers me because I do not understand why mom is out right now doing something with another guy and you seem to be ok with it?”
Dad started to explain this whole bunch of garbage and I interrupted him saying, “Daaad, just answer me!”
Dad then took a deep breath and says, “Yes your mother is with other men, but I enjoy it.”
I was dumbfound and had to ask, “Enjoy it? How do you enjoy it?” Now sitting Indian style I rotated toward him as to listen intently.
Dad thought for a moment then trying to relate he said, “Let’s say you and your boy friend are having sex.” I nodded, “Then let’s suppose he says to you he wants you to have sex with his buddy.” I look at him strange. He says, “Of course a buddy that you have always wanted secretly. Would that get you excited?”
I think about that for a bit and then saying, “Yea I suppose so but what did it do for my boyfriend?”
Dad says, “Well seeing you in that wanting state is a real turn on, and to give you something you really want is a turn on. Not to mention the sex after is very hot because of your aroused state. You see?”
I look at dad and still not sure what he is saying is the truth. I question him, “So what about you while mom is out doing her thing what do you do?”
Dad nervous laughed a bit then replied, “I do what men all around the world do.” Making a jerking motion with his hand.
I said, “I guess if you say so, it just does not seem to make sense to me. Why would you not be with other woman having sex, if mom is with other men?”
Dad says reaching around holding me tight, “Because_____, I don’t know why honestly. I like my time I spend with your mom and I never thought about being with another woman. And this conversation has reached the end my young inquisitive one. Good night.”
Dad moved to get up, but I held his hand firm to my leg. With a pouting look I asked, “Can I ask one more thing before you go?” There I sat fluttering my eyes and a begging look on my face.
Dad moved so he was facing me and one leg under his bum and the other hung off the edge of the bed. I smiled from ear to ear as I knew that was a yes. I looked at his boxers only for a second and I think his eyes caught me. But I couldn’t help glancing down at his groin the image of his penis was just visible as the thin silky material pressed firmly against it. The out line of the curled limp shaft and the bulbous head made me want to look more.
I cleared my throat and gulped hard then said, “The other day you know when we were outside?” I dropped my look to the bed, but now I was looking right at his dick. I became flush with a rush of cold and scared.
Dad gave a long Yeah as to wonder what my question was. I looked up at him and began to ask, “If mom didn’t come home.” I could feel myself becoming sexually excited in my fear but I had to know. I fought for ways to ask and then continued, “And you were watching me, how far would you have let it go?” I could now see the slight pulse in his dick as his hand lifted my chin to look at him.
Dad smiled at me and with a deep inhale and then breathing out just said, “Hun it was a moment I wouldn’t have let you really do any thing even though you looked so cute all aroused. I figured I would just let you play out your fantasy a little.”
I gave him a sarcastic smile of doubt before saying, “Well you were just as aroused as I was, or does your penis always poke out the top of your trunks? Don’t make it out like it was just me. Or were you just so horny because mom would be home from her night of getting laid?” Then I tossed my legs out and rolled onto my side facing away from him. I was angry at his denial and he knew it.
I felt his hand on my shoulder. I gave a shrug and rolled onto my stomach with my head quickly placed under the pillows. Again I felt his hand on my back as it rubbed down my spine about half way then I could feel the warmth of his hand on my skin. I knew my shirt must have lifted when I tossed, but I didn’t care. His warm hand stopped at the top of my panties and rubbed back up this time remaining on my skin under my shirt. When he reached my shoulders he gave a squeeze then repeated the motion.
I could hear as dad confessed to being a bit aroused and apologized for being inconsiderate to me. Explaining it was not something he thought was appropriate and was not ready to admit to me out of fear.
I lifted my head with a frowning look then as his hand reached my neck and squeezed again. I asked with a plea, “Could you rub my neck and shoulders a little? That feels so good please.”
Dad knew he had just been suckered into a giving a back rub out of guilt as he gave a light groan. Then said, “Fine, but I need to go to the bathroom first give me a second.” With that he exited the room.
I Lifted the back of my shirt so it was over my head, but the front still covered my breasts. I placed my face back between the two pillows and waited.
I felt the bed shift a bit as dad climbed on. At first he knelt at my side and began to rub my shoulders and neck. I gave out a groan as it was almost painful his hard grasp of my muscles.
As time passed he rubbed my arms and then as he began to knead his way down my back I felt his leg straddle me. He was seated just below my ass across my legs. I waited as his hand worked their way down my back at a slow steady pace. When he began rubbing my ass cheeks I was so relaxed I just laid there and felt his fingers digging into my bum. He was really good and soon moved down my legs then to my feet.
One at a time he lifted my feet and rubbed them intently while he did this I could almost feel him parting my legs ever so slightly. I became flush wondering just how wet I had become earlier? I wondered if he could tell. I knew if he saw between my legs the yellow would not be the same light yellow. I froze for a second, and then thought I should stop him.
Just at that moment dad put my second foot down and began to move at the same pace back up my legs. This time however he was kneeling down between my legs. I waited quietly as his hands made their way to my inner thigh. With in seconds his hands were on the bottom most part of my ass. He spread my ass continuing the massage. I realized quickly his fingers were in the underside of my panties as they felt my bare skin of my bum.
Then like I never expected I felt his two thumbs with the aid of his hands on my cheeks Knead in between my legs. I knew the thumbs were placed right between my pussy and ass. This felt so intense; I lifted my head up quickly and looked over my shoulder at him. His hands froze in position. I could feel myself drip. With out a word I laid back down. He remained paused for a moment.
Then I felt his thumbs making little motionless circles. His fingers kept my cheeks spread as his thumbs slowly danced lower. When they reached my exceptionally wet lips I wanted to say “Ok dad that is far enough!” Instead I remained quiet becoming more aroused by the second. The feeling made me think it was my boyfriend touching me and I was getting caught up in the moment. The skilful gentle touch kept reminding me it was my dad making me drip with horny anticipation.
I wanted to reach down and rub my clit so hard. Instead I clenched my fingers into the bed under the pillow. I felt his hand as it cupped my crotch slide over my pussy so his palm rested over my pussy. Only then did I realize just how wet I was. I then felt his hand rubbing me openly. I was lost in the moment. I lifted my hips up to give him a better access. Like the wind he took the opportunity to remove my panties.
I was not too interested at the moment as all I wanted to do was orgasm hard. I think I might have pissed my self when I felt his two fingers enter my pussy. I was so wet I could hear the squish sound each time his fist bottomed out.
With the other hand dad parted my cheeks and without notice suddenly I felt his tongue touch my anus. I lifted my hips off the bed slightly and rocked into his fingers. I was going out of my mind. My dad just licked my ass. He was teasing me with slow strokes not letting me cum and every so often would dab his tongue in my pussy or touch my anus.
Finally I had to cry out, “Make me cum!” My legs were as spread as they could go, my hands gripped the headboard. My mouth now bit down on the pillow.
I really was not expecting him to do what happened next. Dad with little hesitation entered me. I was at a loss at first. Not knowing exactly what just filled me for a brief instance. Then I felt his thick sausage sliding into me a little further.
My head flipped around as I said, “No! You can’t!” I also knew he already had it in me, and he knew I was also on the pill. I fought with my mind for a reason why he can’t. I could now feel him press it all the way in as his pubic hair touched the tight skin of my ass. My mouth opened in a moment of shock and delight.
Dad leaning his big sculpted body into me placed his lips over mine. At the same time I felt his hands squeeze onto my perked breasts. My aching erect nipples as if it were possible became more erect. Our tongues touched for the first time. I let out a moan of submission, I wanted so badly for my dad to make me his.
Feeling his hips begin to move and his cock pumping into me making my pussy lips spread wider than ever. I began to orgasm, holding onto his arm like I was hugging a teddy bear I came hard. I broke the kiss to scream out as the shuddering climax ripped through me. I was lost I may even have blacked out slightly.
My body shook as it was consistently slammed hard. My head felt like a nail being driven by a hammer into the head board. Stopping dad held my hips just off the bed as his cock seated deeply within me squirted off. With a loud grunt I could feel the throb on my parted lips and then a piss of fluid streaming into me. I began my own mini orgasm as I felt him Cumming. I was delirious out of my mind with mixed emotions and the grinding on my pussy felt oh so good.
He leaned his sweaty body back over mine planting small kisses into my neck. Then holding me tight we rolled to the side in a spooning position. I was going to close my legs but really couldn’t from the girth of his erection still in me. In stead I wrapped that upper leg over his and pushed back into his slowly deflating cock. Being careful to not squeeze hard to make him pop out I was enjoying the moment. I wanted to say something but was at a loss for words so we both just kept quiet. He was holding me just under my breasts and I was holding his big arms.
It seemed longer but was more like a minute or two. The cock reached the stage it was slowly being squeezed out by my small body. With a little whimper from me it popped out and laid slick and wet on my lower leg. I felt empty for a few moments as my crotch constricted the open passage trying to return to where it used to be.
We were quiet for a while I could hear the TV and the breath of my dad in my ear. Every time I thought about what had just happened I was sick to my stomach then I was happy. I was giving off a little under breath laugh to myself of confusion. It had felt so good, but yet I couldn’t control the emotions inside. At the same time I know it was all so wrong.
Dad’s fingers specifically his thumbs continued to feel my nipples as for the next fifteen minutes we managed to just be quiet. When I felt dad suck on my earlobe it sent a thrill down through my body causing my pussy to tighten and forcing some of his sperm to trickle out between us. Dad didn’t seem to care as it puddled up a bit and squished between our skins. His fingers were tweaking my nipples making them very perky which was making me aroused.
I felt his cock twitch on my lower leg while he sucked more playfully on my ear and neck. Reaching down I took hold of it and began a gentle massage. The cock was still seeping fluid making the shaft slippery to my touch. It felt bigger than my boyfriends but not as big as it felt inside me. Dad gave a slight moan of approval to my fondling, as he placed kisses on my neck. It was making me not think strait as I asked him, “What are you doing to me?”
Dad whispered in my ear,”Nothing you didn’t want me to do.”
I continued stroking lightly on his shaft as his head moved to where he could feed himself one of my nipples. The sight of him sucking my nipple at first scared me as to the reality of my dad was sucking my nipple. He was so handsome looking, as the side of his cheek sucked in and the stubble of his face touched my soft milky white breasts. I felt that tingle in my crotch as he sucked hard. My hand brushed his hair as he sucked more. My body was quickly betraying me as I was becoming so aroused by the moment. My mind was sick I know my dad had just had sex with me, but now I wanted him to do it more than ever.
I placed the almost hard cock between my wet pussy lips and with the head just resting at the soaked hole. I jerked the shaft squeezing it on the way up to harden it, pushing it into my self. In about ten strokes I could feel dad’s cock was stiff enough to enter. Try as I did it seemed as I lowered so did he. I knew he was either teasing me severely or up to something. With all the nipple attention I was going out of my mind. I blurted out, “Just fu_!” I froze mid word I realized in one breath. I had never sworn in front of Dad.
Dad lifted his head so his face was directly in front of mine and inquired, “What do you want?”
I moved both hands up and pulled him to me as I kissed him and sucked on his tongue so hard like it was a cock. I needed him so badly and I couldn’t say anything. As I continued to suck on his tongue I felt his fingers twirling in my pussy. I was pushing my hips to make contact but he was teasing me all the more. I broke the tongue suck and out of breath whispered, “Please.”
Dad kissed my lips and asked, “Tell me what you want? I want to hear you say it.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed as he continued to stare at me I looked back. My mouth watered to kiss him. I staggered out, “I want you to ____.” I was so horny breathing heavy. “Are you going to____; will you please?”
His hand was rubbing firmly over my clit and I could feel the tip of his cock still just pressing my opening. I tried to move my body down onto him. He looked at me and said, “You want me to fuck you? Then say it.”
I looked right at him as the words came out, “I want you to fuck me.” I felt flush, it was an intense moment I was not only saying fuck in front of him, but I was being vulgar asking my dad to fuck me.
The feeling of him entering me was out of this world I could feel the expansion as his cock pushed into me. My mouth opened slightly as I took in the moment looking right at him. When he was fully inside he paused and again said, “What do you want?”
My eyes were gazing at him I felt his fingers back on my breasts pinching my straining nipples. I muttered out, “I want you to make me feel good.”
Dad pinched harder as he said, “I want to hear my little girl swear, I know you swear when I am not around. Just like I know you are having sex with your boyfriend. So stop holding back and tell me what you really want.”
I closed my eyes a little and said, “Right now I need to fucked by your fucking big cock. So fuck me!” With that I reached around and planted my finger nails into the flesh of his firm ass hard pulling him into me.
He began to grind his organ into me. I felt the shaft as it pulled the fat mushroom head back and fourth. Like a violin his cock was playing my opening. In moments my eyes were rolling back as he pumped at a steady pace. Dad was twiddling my breasts and alternately pinching a nipple. His mouth was firmly biting on my neck and I was in deep lust. My mind raced as I neared an orgasm feeling it come on with a thunderous blow to my pussy. I let out a loud moan that was echoing back through my mind. Oh it rushed through my entire body like electricity.
Dad never broke pace and was still pumping hard as I came down from the climax. God it felt so fucking good I couldn’t get enough of it. Like I had waited my whole life to feel this stretching cock itch my pussy. Coming back to reality I laid almost limp as he continued a slightly slower assault, slow but a firm pace. My nipples became extremely sensitive to his touch and sent quivers down my pussy.
Moving about dad shifted then lifting my leg up he moved, he tried to keep it in but it came out. Lying down on my back with my legs spread he guided his cock back in. Then placing an arm on either side he leaned in and we kissed. My hands fell to his chest feeling the large pectoral muscles and my legs just curled around his ass. We fucked like this for a real long time. As wet and lubed as I was I was beginning to feel a little tender down there.
Breaking the kiss I asked, “Are you going to cum soon?”
Dad looked at me and asked, “Are you ok? I can stop I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shook my head no as small tears of love emotions crept from my eyes. I ran my fingers down his stomach and back up saying, “No I want you to finish inside me. The second time is better right?”
Dad kissed my lips and then with his finger wiped my tears and placed them to his lips. Then said with a smile, “This will be the third tonight! I just never stopped after the second.”
I smiled with a small sniffle and asked, "How long have you wanted to___ pausing___ fuck me?”
Dad placed his arms so he was looking down at me and says, “Kay how long have you wanted to fuck me?” Leaning back to sit up on his knees his thumb stroked my clit as he slowly fucked me.
I was quiet not wanting to answer his question either. Then as he was pinching my clit while he looked at it so intently I asked, “So who is better me or mom?” I let out a giggle.
Dad pushed deep into me and said, “You both have unique qualities. It would be hard to compare. Physically you’re both very close. But your pussy tastes ‘Mmm’, and feels incredible if that is what you mean? But she does things you don’t.”
I looked at him and replied, “Like have sex with other guys? You really like that don’t you?”
Dad nodded his head, “Yes it is a real turn on.”
I said, “Well I have sex with James, does that turn you on?”
He kind of snarled and replied, “Not really the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“You mother has sex with men, whom I want her to have sex with.”
I could feel his excitement in the topic and my own curiosity was sparking a bit of excitement in me. I asked, “So you know the men mom is with?”
Dad’s pace began to pick up slightly, “Yes, I know them.”
I smirked at him and asked, “Have you ever___, like with them and mom?”
Dad answered, “You mean a Threesome where we both fuck her? Yes! For God sakes Kay my cock is inside you fucking your pussy I think it will be Ok if you speak freely to me. I want you to do that; it turns me on.”
“Dad did you want me to fuck your friends for you too?” I met his hand on my clit with my own hand. “Would that turn you on to see one of your buddies fucking me?”
He leaned in and said nothing as he kissed me his hips were thrusting into me at a rapid pace. My tongue played with his for the moment. My arms pulled him close on top of me as my nipples poked into his hairy chest they ached.
Sensing the excitement I prodded him further. Talking into his ear, “You want me to do that? Do you think your friends would want to fuck me like you are?”
He let out a small,”Mm hmm.” In my ear as he bit my neck.
I wanted to make him cum in the worst way and the topic was turning me on as well. I humped back at him as he drove his cock home. I said, “I will do it for you as long as you are always in the room while I do it.”
Dad bit my neck hard and started to cum he slammed my pussy furiously as the shaft felt so big. Finally he held it in tight. I jumped through my skin grunting and grinding on him. I was burning as he filled me with his sperm. My hands scratched at his back and my feet wrapped tight.
Slowly the spurts from his body faded to a halt. His teeth released my neck and it still hurt where he bit me. We remained frozen for a long time before he moved. The feeling of withdrawal of his cock hurt as it finally came out. I knew the muscles down there were sore and unresponsive as the opening remained in an open state. He placed a finger in my opening and ran it around the edge.
Dad asked, “What about James? His little pecker is not going to fit so tight anymore in my little girl?”
I retorted, “What about mom her little pecker is going to be limp?” With a childish tease look sticking out my tongue.
Getting up dad shut off the TV, turned out the light, and placed the covers over my well used naked body. I was almost hurt inside as he left the room. He just left no good night nothing. I was wide eyed as I looked into the dark ceiling. All these emotions ran through my mind. I wondered in a brief moment did he still love me. I began to cry silently as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
The side of the bed moved I was frightened at first but then realized it was dad. He snuggled in close and felt the tears. He asked if I needed to talk. I shook my head and managed to get out, “No I wouldn’t know what to say right now; we can talk in the morning if that is ok with you.” Then I curled up half on his chest as he held me. I loved him back just as dearly as I fell asleep. |
Title: 1derful tease ch. 03
Tags: Fiction, Incest
Content:
Saturday morning…
The phone rang sometime around nine. I listened to the phone at the top of my bed chirp out the second string.
“Hello.” My dad said coughing to get his voice as he sat up and slid up against the head board.
“No I’m up. I was just eating some toast is all.” He said in a groggy voice.
I rolled over and looked up at him silently. With a silent whisper I asked, “Is that Mom?”
He nodded his head as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Yeah um, Tonight?” He looked at me, and smiled as his hand caressed my cheek so tenderly.
I smiled back as I placed my arm over his lap quickly noticing he was still naked. My head came to rest next to his thigh.
“Yes, I am alone. Why?” He looked back down at me placing his finger over my mouth.
I sucked it playfully as he pulled it away suddenly.
“He wants you to do what? With who?” As he brushed his fingers through my hair.
My hand felt his limp penis as it dangled between his legs. Blindly I bobbled it up and down with my fingers. It was funny as it would flip up, and pause a moment then droop down. I placed my head on his lap so I could see more. He continued to talk to mom. I knew she was what was important to him right at the moment. Part of me was upset, and the other part knew what was real.
I heard dad say, “It has to be tonight? What time? OK.”
I looked up at him and just frowned taking in a deep breath. I continued to play with his weenie. It was beginning to grow. I watched, as every flick made caused it to grow like a magic mushroom. It grew in every direction at once. I gave of a small giggle as it was funny it looked like a sponge growing.
“And who exactly is going to be having sex with you.” I looked up in shock. “You don’t exactly know the other guys name? Don’t you think you better at least get some condoms? Because you aren’t going to do it without one, especially if we don’t know him.”
For a second I wondered if dad had forgotten I was in the room. I felt like I should hide or something.
“Mm Hmm, Yup I know him.” Dad looked down at me and smiled again letting out a little silent laugh as he breathed through his nose.
I smiled as I looked at his penis and holding it up I saw it drip a small drop of precum. My thumb traced it gently over the head making it super slippery to my touch. The head just swelled in size as I played with it. I took note looking intently he was definitely bigger than James I am not sure how much bigger, but it was big. More so it was fat.
“What time?” He said into the phone.
I brought the tip near my mouth and placed it against my lips. The skin was warm and so soft to the touch on my lips. I parted my lips and proceeded to allow the head to glide over my tongue. It was not the easiest trick to get the head into my mouth. I sucked down a little as my teeth cleared the soft top of the head.
Dad’s hand pushed on my forehead firmly, I sucked down hard he pushed me back. The cock popped out of my mouth with a sclr-pop. I laughed out loud.
Dad placed his finger to his mouth. Then talking into the phone, “Oh that is just Kay, she just came into the kitchen.” He gave me the evil eye stare glare.
I held his cock firm and sucked it again and this time I let out an “Mmm” as I sucked on it. He placed his hand on my forehead again I began to get real loud with my “Mmm” until he stopped pushing then I was quiet. I jerked at his shaft as it was too big to really swallow him in my mouth. Once every so often I would stop, Taking breaths as I released the soft head to lick it top and bottom.
Dad spoke into the phone, “You know what I can’t make it tonight. _____ Yeah, Kay just reminded me I promised to take her out to eat tonight as we never did go the other weekend. You know?” He was silent.
I stopped, leaving the knob just in my mouth as I listened.
“I know we will have to do it some other night. No, No, Yup ___ No you go, but please be careful. Ok I love you too. _____ Oh no sorry, she just went into the bathroom. Yes I will tell her, Ok, Bye.” Dad hung up the phone.
I continued to suck and stroke his cock as he placed the phone back. Then he watched me with a meaningful stare. He didn’t say anything just watched. I don’t know what he was exactly looking for, but I kept looking up at him. This went on for another five to ten minutes.
Jerking rapidly on his shaft and sucking hard with my lips. Dad adjusted him self so he was now kneeling in front of me then facing the other way. He pulled the covers off and just pulled my body toward his bringing my pussy right to his tongue. I let out a little peep of a moan as he lapped with his wet tongue. My mouth barely made his erection as I slipped my lips over it once more.
I could hear him sniffing and licking as his thumb and finger of one hand played with my clit and his other hand kneaded at my ass, drawing me into his tortuous assault. He was giving plenty of tongue action that was for sure. As if he had never done this before his anxious mouth kissed and licked like a professional.
My legs wiggled as I felt his finger enter my anus. They shook like frog legs stretching and curling as I began to orgasm into his mouth. I wanted to scream and I wanted to make his cock cum so bad. I jerked furiously hard on the shaft only pausing as I shuddered out another orgasm. I had as much cock as I could take into my mouth. I then rubbed his testicles as though I was polishing an apple. My other hand getting tired was still jerking him rapidly.
I felt his tongue reach deep into my pussy as it wiggled around the opening, his mouth made a suction noise as he devoured all I had to give. I couldn’t take much more and let out a scream of ecstasy briefly as my mouth all wet sucked back on his hard cock.
Dad stopped, and sucked hard on my crotch right near my pussy he would kiss my leg and then kiss my pussy then suck the inseam of my leg. Dad let out a roar as he bit my leg. His waist thrusted toward me in small humps as his cock just passed through my lips.
I could feel the strain passing through his cock as he slapped my ass and said, “I am coming!”
I worked too hard to let him not cum at this point. I held it just past the edge of my lips and he jerked in my hand as the cum all warm and silky flew into my mouth like a small squirt gun filled with warm water that you drink from the tip. I felt it hit the roof of my mouth, I swallowed. My hand jerked him, again he shot off another stream. I had just caught my breath as another stream let go. Some of it dripped out in my breath. I sucked again drawing some light left over cum out with the suction of my mouth. His balls twitched and grew tight in my hand as I sucked. I was suddenly noticing the taste from the residue. It had a partially very light salty taste mixed with a slippery gel texture.
Dad said, “Ok enough, it is getting sensitive.”
I took a last big suck as I let it fall out of my mouth. I laid down my head on his stomach. I could feel the dribbles of cum that had dropped to his stomach on the side of my forehead. But I was fine with it for the moment, as my pussy shook and I could actually feel it still tingling as it slowly dripped. Dad would just give it a quick kiss like he was worshiping it pausing long between.
Not long after I had gotten up and took a shower. When I returned to my room Dad was gone I figured he also went to shower and stuff. I just threw on a pair of bike shorts and a tee shirt made my way to the kitchen. I started a brew of coffee and some toast. Then went to brush out my hair before it became entangled and knotted.
I returned to the kitchen and was smattering jelly on the simple toast. Dad came up from behind me and placed his arms around me squishing me into the counter a bit. He kissed me gently on the top of my head and then kissed at my neck. The kiss sent shivers and goose bumps down my body. I was laughing as I told him to quit it because it tickled. I scrunched my shoulder, and head to block him at the same time.
He spanked my ass and had a seat at the table waiting, and looking at me with a smile as I served him. I was delighted to hold his attention. I was even happier to know I wasn’t the only one just loving the moment.
Dad said, “Kay we need to discuss what we are going to do, you know?”
I just shook my head yes, as I bit into the toast making a mess.
...
To sum up the conversation as to not drag this part out into the next two chapters. I did not want my dad to inform my mother of what we were doing. Nor did I want him to divorce my mother, so that it was just him and me. I wanted in many ways to have him all to my self, but in many ways I like the way our family was. Dysfunctional family, yes but together, the three of us.
I understood this meant when she was home or about, it was inevitable we could not be so open with one another. I also knew that Mom was not home most weekends and worked most days during the week. The hard part was to acknowledge, and I had to accept he would still have to be with her in the various intimate ways.
We also agreed it was really great sex, but we should not make too much of a habit of it. I think that was said so we had a rule to break. The reality I gathered was we shouldn’t be doing this incase something goes wrong. However he did not want to stop any more than I did. Actually I think he wanted it more than I did. Dad being older than I, he was able to hide it better.
There was a lot of little stuff like no more teasing or any kind of stuff that might get us caught. More or less this consumed the day pretty much. I know what your thinking it looks like dad got his cake and ate it too, that really wasn’t the case. I had just as much say in what we agreed upon, and it was my choice to keep it quiet. We both knew things could change, but for right now this is how I wanted it.
Really it was a long conversation and a lot more involved. We both needed to know exactly where the other person stood in, what happened and what to expect in the future. Not to disappoint anyone, but it wasn’t about sex. It was about what happens now because of sex, but not the sex that hasn’t happened yet.
……….
Sometime around 430ish Erica came over. Dad had made nice greetings and then kind of disappeared. Erica and I more or less talked about nothing as we played scrabble. It was still warm outside but it was almost too muggy to be anywhere but within the air condition.
Dad only came back around six to ask if we were still going out tonight. I looked at Erica who dad turned and invited her to come out with us. He smiled at me and said, “You both need to dress appropriate though as this is a nice place not jeans tonight.”
Erica twisting her head with a stupid looking grin said, “Ok. Let me call my mom and tell her. I am sure it will be alright.”
While Erica was on the phone I followed dad to his room. “Why did you invite her? I don’t mind it is just.” I was suddenly at a loss for words.
Dad closed the bedroom door and pressed me against the wall giving me a little kiss on the lips. “We have all night. Besides you can’t ignore your friends. Remember we agreed everything is to remain the way it was before?”
I looked at him, “I know it was just tonight. ____ Well, to be honest after talking all day I am really, you know?”
Dad laughed, “No, I don’t know, so why don’t you tell me?” Kissing me a little more and I felt his hand press against my bra-less breasts.
I reached out and cupped his crotch through his shorts. I laughed through my teeth as I bit on his lower lip. I looked at him and wrapping my arms around his neck asked, “What does daddy want me to wear?”
Dad smiled and looking me over he says, “You know that black mini skirt you have?” I nodded biting my own lower lip.
Dad removed my arms kissed my forehead and opened the door. I heard him say, “Erica if you like I can drop you off and we can wait as you get ready it is no big deal.”
I walked out to the kitchen a second later as Erica was saying how she was going to just run home now and get ready. Dad was quick to leave us alone. Erica asked “What are you wearing?”
I looked at her and said with a grin, “I don’t know, I was thinking my black mini. What do you think?”
“Is that going to be ok with your dad?” She said, with a look of surprise.
I walked her toward the door being quiet I said, “Who is chicken now?” Raising my eyebrow toward Erica as I smirked with great pleasure in my voice.
Erica replied, “Bite your tongue girl, you know it ain’t me!”
I looked her in the eye calling her bluff, “No panties either! Huh, beat that!”
Erica said, “Fine with me and I’ll up you with no bra to boot!” Erica sticking her tongue out at me like she just won.
I smiled, “You’re not going to win tonight honey, now get out of here! You bad girl! We’ll see you in a little bit.” We exchanged a quick light hug and off she went.
I was getting ready standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I was all dressed up but I can never have enough time to make minute changes to my hair and make-up. I could hear Dad calling from the kitchen but ignored him for the moment.
The phone rang and I could just barely hear him say, “Ok we will be there in a moment if Kay ever comes out from the bathroom.”
I placed down the brush and turning off the light, I exited quickly to the Kitchen. Dad was hanging up the phone looking at me crossing the kitchen says, “That was Erica.”
Pausing to gawk at me, “I told her we would be right over.”
I smiled, “How do I look?” giving a slow twirl not to mess my hair.
“You look ___ you look, dam you look very good.” he said. Then he came closer to me and I felt his hand caress my ass. As his fingers curled the fabric just below my cheeks they tickled the underside of my ass. Then as I pushed his hand away he looked at me with a grin saying, “You’re not wearing panties?”
I had small heels on, the black mini, a matching blouse, and some accent jewelry. I was feeling pretty darn hot as I strolled to the door entering the garage pulling down the skirt as much as possible. Opening the door to the garage I felt Dad lift my long hair off my back and could hear him smell the fragrance before it slid out of his hand flopping back. I never looked but just said, “You’re demented you know that?” turning I smiled as he chuckled to my response shaking his head.
I walked over to what dad referred to as his toy. Dad said, “What about Erica did you forget?”
I gave him a dumb look with my tongue out, “Duh, no I didn’t forget. Hmm let me see Erica is going to dress something like this.” Using my hands to display what I was wearing. “Do you really want her sitting in the back?” I fluttered my eyes at him. Then paused waiting for the no answer that never came. “I didn’t think so. If we take the little car we will just have to share the front seat, won’t we?”
Dad nodded his head then replied, “I thought you didn’t like me looking at Erica?”
I laughed, “That was then, this is now. You can look just behave, and remember I come first. Got it, good lets go!”
I climbed into the little sports car as it sat so low to the ground. Dad entered the other side and looked right up my skirt. I pulled the fabric down as it barely hid anything. He looked at me and said, “Are you sure about this?” Starting the car as the garage door opened.
I spread my legs wide as the skirt became nonexistent, “Why is this going to bother you?” I held my gaze on him as he viewed my nakedness.
Placing the vehicle in gear he sped off out the door saying in a deep voice, “Not at all” placing his hand over my pussy.
I pulled his hand away and exclaimed to him, “Just drive! Maybe if you behave we will see about later.” Dad had a pout face on, I was laughing at him. “Just think of tonight as a big tease from me to you.” I leaned up and over, and kissed him on the cheek.
He smiled and said, “OK! But tease me good!”
The little car revved high as it down shifted and we turned into Erica’s driveway, coming to a stop. Dad got out and was greeting with Erica’s mom as she came over to the car. Erica was first getting in. I looked at her as she was dressed nice in a fluttery summer skirt that was much longer than I expected, but it was still mid thigh. Erica squished me over as I still looked at her strangely.
“Don’t say a word!” Erica said, reaching far and closing the door.
I laughed as I said in a baby voice, “Mommy dress me please!” then ducking as her hand slapped the back of my head. “Ouch you over dressed bitch! That hurt! And push over.” I knew she couldn’t.
Dad re-entered the car and said as he backed out, “Erica you look very nice.”
This prompted Erica to stick her tongue out at me. I just snared at her and said, “Don’t stick that thing out at me unless you intend to use it.”
Erica blushed in the mixed company and didn’t reply. It remained fairly quiet until we arrived at the restaurant. We exited the tiny car and made our way to the front door.
I stopped and asked dad, “So what do you prefer the sexy look or the girl next door?” Erica’s mouth opened in disbelief and dismay.
Dad rolled his eyes shaking his head, “I’ll take one of each if that is not being too greedy?”
It was not the answer I was looking for but it would suffice. We both took an arm and continued our way into the place. It was packed with people right to the door.
My dad is good he already made reservations for a private cooking table. The place was one of those Japanese restaurants, where they cook in front of you. We were immediately seated with about six other people. Erica was still on one side I was on the other.
I found myself suddenly not as comfortable as I had been up until this point. The chairs were actually like bar stools and the mini skirt was never intended for sitting never mind stools. I pulled in close to the table/counter and did my best to not expose everything to anyone who walked by. I caught a few stares but pretended I didn’t know what they saw.
We ordered and it was entertaining to watch the Chef toss shrimp and other parcels of food around. We carried on with some conversations, and soon enough it was over. Instead of having desert we all opted for going out for ice cream.
After our delightful meal we were soon back in the parking lot. This time I agreed to sit on Erica’s lap to the ice cream place and she would sit on me back home. Erica sat in the car, and then I tried one way then another to get in. It was impossible with the mini skirt to not be exposed. Erica was laughing while she was taking in the moment. She in a moment’s time watched my Dad’s response, and exactly what I was displaying to him as I finally entered her lap.
I finally replaced the skirt to a location it would cover most of my privates, and then closed the door. This was not much better for being comfortable, but dad seemed to like it.
We barely started moving and I felt the skirt rising up my leg. Wasn’t much so I pulled it back down in place. Within a second it was up again. I turned my head so I was looking at Erica and loudly whispered, “Nock it off!” my eyes glaring like I was angry.
She did not pay attention so I continued to fuss with the skirt hem for another six times or so. Then I turned back to her and said quietly, “I’m not going to fix it again if you don’t cut it out!”
Erica laughed and dad asked, “What’s so funny?”
We both just said, “Nothing!”
Erica still persisting slid the skirt up a little to tease me again. I held my arms crossed as I whispered “I’m not! So nock it off!”
Erica whispered back in my ear. “You love it don’t you?” as she slid it up a hair more.
From my slightly leaned back position I could see the edge of my puffed up lips from between my bent waist. My legs were closed but that just pushed the skin to accentuate the mounded crevice.
Erica pulled it back slightly a little more then whispered, “I Think that is enough.”
Dad’s eyes glanced down for a second then he maintained driving. I knew he could see and I think he knew what was going on.
Erica whispered again, “I think your dad just saw your pussy.”
I laid my head back onto Erica’s shoulder and just moaned, “Mm Hmm!” with a slight nod.
Dad looked several times never saying a word but calmly made it noticeable he was not going to stop looking.
Erica then with a hand rubbing my outer thigh whispered, “Do you like it?”
I nodded yes, not speaking just taking in the moment.
Erica breathing into my ear warmly said, “Are you as horny as I am?”
Again I just nodded. Then I tried to wiggle my ass on top of her in a quiet teasing way.
Erica licked my right ear while breathing heavy into it. I could feel myself becoming wet. My eyes searched to see if my dad was aware of just what was going on. He seemed to not notice the state of arousal Erica and I were in.
What seemed like a blink of an eye we were suddenly at the ice cream, out door stand. There were a lot of people around, I mean a lot. I think there must have been several baseball teams there from a few different towns.
On to Ch4… |
Title: 1derful tease ch. 04
Tags: Fiction, Incest
Content:
The hum of the little car shut down. with out saying a word dad looked over one last time and then proceeded to get out. I opened the door trying hard to get out with out falling, and quickly adjusted my skirt. Turning back I offered a hand to Erica pulling her up.
She looked at me, her face said so much. It was obvious she was in a wanting state as she just smiled at me to cover her emotions. I smiled back as we fixed our selves behind the cover of the midget door. Then making our way to the line to catch up with my dad.
We passed some young jerks on the side and they were giving off whistles and cute remarks. I turned and gave them a disgusted grow up look and that seemed to prompt them more. Saying, “Come here little girl I will give you something to lick!”
Erica turned stopped and said, “Fuck you! I guess your town is full of scum!” chucking the bird.
Two of them got up off the cement wall they were sitting on, and quickly got in our way. It was not easy trying to walk in heels on the gravel to begin with. I said, “get out of the way dirt ball!”
The one on the left kicked a dusty layer of sand and shit over our feet. Now I was pissed and started to yell out, “You fucking losers!” I didn’t know what else to do. They were younger but certainly bigger, and it wasn’t like we were dressed to scuffle with these real jerks. We didn’t really know them, but I knew of them, just as I suppose they knew where we were from.
I looked up from looking at my shoes all covered in dirt. I smiled at the jerk. He had no clue as to why. My dad stood right behind them placing his hands around both of their necks at once. Erica laughed as he picked them off the ground. I could see he was not fooling around he gets that look when he is really angry.
The one on the right wet himself out of fear. Erica said, “Oh my god he just pissed him self!” holding her hands to her face laughing, as we walked around them.
Three other adults came over quickly one looked like the coach or something. The other two looked to be just parents. One of the parents bursted out, “What the hell are you doing!” he knew exactly what had transpired.
Dad flung the two toward the three men as they both skidded on the ground. His head just turned toward us as a shrewd look came across his face. Then he turned back to the men saying, “Fat boy, is that your poor excuse for a child? Maybe I should help you install some manners on how to treat a female?”
I could see the muscles flex under dad’s shirt in his chest and arms. His neck muscles grew tight as they also swelled with his anger. I looked at his bum. It looked tight in the fine dress pants as he walked closer to them. He might have only have been a few inches taller than them, but there was no doubt in my mind he was going to knock the shit out of them, if they gave him any reason.
The man looked at my dad it was obvious my dad was not backing down. There grew a crowed of on lookers and it was fairly quiet. The other two men just looked on as pretending to be some sort of back up. The guy fumbling to answer said, “I am sure we can settle this in an adult manner?”
Dad slowly nodded his head in silence. He was right in the man’s face looking for an answer. The two jerks were now standing slightly behind. The crowed seemed to close in.
My hands were sweaty as they shook a little. I was not scared, but concerned there were a lot of people now paying attention to what was going on.
I didn’t realize that my dad knew him until he said, “I want a letter from each of these ___” looking about, “Nine boys’ parents explaining, why their son is a jack-ass.” He was as calm as could be.
The man spoke, “That’s absurd!” making a face like as if to say go to hell. Then being cocky said taking a look around, “I think there is a few to many witness for you to do anything, tuff guy?”
Dad backed up a step pointing his finger toward the team shirt name (Briggs & Son Lumber Supply). With a look of all seriousness he said, “I know you, you think you’re somebody around here. Let me assure you I will cripple you not physically, but financially!” the look of confidence on his face showed he was not bluffing.
The man took one look at the little sports car parked only several feet away. It shined with such a gloss and prestige in the setting sun light, even with a film of dust from the parking lot. All the louvers and contours almost make it look like a spaceship. I’ve been told it is one of only 400 in the entire world. Suddenly I think the man realized who my dad was, as he called out, “Fine! Fine we will do it your way!”
My dad turned toward us, and started walking he placed each of us in his arms as we moved toward the order window. He said out loud, “First thing Monday morning! You better get busy!” never turning back.
The man gave a wicked dirty look to the young jerks, and walked off, pissed. The crowd dispersed as soon as the excitement came to a close.
He was sweaty under his arms but I didn’t care as I held him. I could tell Erica was just happy to be holding him so close, as she stole a look at me every so often with a big grin. Being all happy and kind of a sappy way Erica said holding him tight, “My hero!”
Dad just laughed giving us both a gentle squeeze. We ordered, took our time ate, and made our way back into the car. It was getting darker now as we arranged our selves in the seat. As agreed Erica sat on my lap. The car had not even started yet as I pulled the skirt she was wearing up a little. Erica turned her head fast, laughed as she knew exactly now it was pay back time. I think in all the excitement she had forgotten.
I whispered in her ear, “It’s your turn.” As I pulled the hem up a bit more.
Dad looked back several times before backing up. Each time he would glance down, and then glance at me. I licked my lips slowly to tease him behind Erica’s view. He pretended not to see me. I slid her skirt up higher. Though it was dusk I knew he now had a good view of her pussy.
His eyes kept looking down as he cautiously waited to pull out on the busy road. As we finally pulled out Erica said, “Thank you for the wonderful evening.”
Dad replied, “Your welcome.” His eyes darted from the road to her face to the little display between her legs.
They carried on a small conversation as I continued to raise her skirt higher. I was getting so wet watching my dad eagerly looking at my friend in such a way. Erica just played along like nothing was happening. She had no clue. She thought I was playing with her alone, but in reality I was playing along with both of them. Dad knew I was teasing him by exposing her.
If Erica only knew. I wanted to tell her in some ways, but also felt it was best I kept quiet. As they talked I traced lines up her outer leg with my fingers. My mind was racing. I could feel the wetness between my own legs, and just knew Erica must be going wild right at the moment. The thought of her being aroused in some strange way made me feel like I wanted to please her even more.
My mind was whirling with emotions as my stomach tingled with butterflies. This was the queerest moment I was getting aroused by my friends arousal, and teasing my dad. It was overwhelming just from the thoughts of what dad and I had done. Now thoughts of making him and Erica do something was like it was his biggest untold fantasy. And I wanted to make him happy in any way I could.
Soon we dropped Erica off at her house and back in the car I took hold of his hand. I placed it on my exceptionally aroused pussy. My hands were trembling as I held onto his hand. Dad allowed me to comfortably place his hand over my burning desire. He did not say a word only looked at me briefly, as his fingers fiddled slowly into the slippery area. My eyes closed as I was tormented with desires.
Suddenly I heard and felt the car stop. We were home and it was quiet for a brief moment. Dad removed his hand and took it to his mouth. I watched as he licked my wetness honey from his fingers. I almost couldn’t believe the vivid reality right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind what had just taken place. My ass cheeks squeezed as I tried to calm the quivering drip from my pussy with useless cause.
Upon exiting the car we made way into the house. It was darkened in the kitchen, as I felt his hand playfully on my shoulder. We turned and kissed, my neck stretched while on tippy toes, and he leaned down toward me. I felt his awesome warm hands holding my lower back pulling me into him.
We came to a gentle break in the kiss, and in the dim light dad looked at me and passed his hand through my hair. Then in a low soft voice he said, “Kay, we have a little problem. I know what we discussed earlier, but I can’t help it. You know I love you. I just can’t stop thinking about holding you. I love you in so many ways now I don’t know if I can stop.”
I was too horny to want to talk love. I wanted to hear him say it a thousand times. Just right now I needed to fuck, and fuck hard. I looked up at him and with a simple move dropped my skirt to the floor. I then removed my blouse carefully, while I shook my hair to make it flow strait down my back. My answer was silent, yet loud and clear.
I am not sure if it was the vibrations of the car, the excitement of the confrontation, or the intrigue of the want in dads eyes with two young females, neither of which he was suppose to desire. I licked my lips as he stood silent watching me. Finally I spoke up from no where, “You do want me don’t you?” Looking up trying to be as cute as could be, making him feel like he was my protector. I always loved that feeling of how powerful he was and when I am with him, how secure I can feel.
Dad’s hands rested on my small chest tweaking at my stiffened nipples. He lowered his mouth with out a word to completely envelop my left breast. With his mouth firmly sucking hard on my breast his tongue darted about over the nipple. While his hands slowly traced my skin coming to rest as they squeezed my ass cheeks.
Taking hold of his hands with mine I smiled at him as I backed away from his mouth, and led him toward his bed. I Only let go of my hand hold once we were in the room to get on the bed. I lay on my back, my head propped up on the pillows. I spread my legs as I watched him climb between them.
Dad placed his mouth over my pussy and I felt his tongue part the tender opening. The warm wet feeling had me closing my eyes as it felt so good. His tongue lapped and licked as one hand slid between my legs massaging my ass, and pussy opening. The other reached up and tweaked my nipples. He continued his deeply desired lust to make me cum.
I was bellowing out a loud scream as he hit just the right spots. I was not in control of my body as it ripped through me. Wave after wave of pure bliss took over and wrung every muscle in my body.
When the feeling calmed dad took the opportunity to slowly climb up my body. I opened my eyes and looked right into his. I kissed him, and could taste my self on his lips. I then looked at him and asked, “Can you do that every time?”
Dad just smiled back as he said, “For that taste I will do it all the time.”
Chills ran through my body as I shook for a second. I could feel his hardened cock pressing at the entrance that his fingers and tongue had just made so sensitive. My legs were spread wide as if I had just ridden a horse. My fingers reached into the fuzzy hair of his chest. I played with his nipples as he waited patiently for me to ask him to enter. Looking more at his chest than his face above me, I asked, “So did you get a good look tonight?”
Dad eyebrows flinched with uncertainty to my question.
“Did you like seeing what you saw in the car?” I asked with a determination.
Dad grinned, “I saw quite a bit, and yes it was all nice looking.”
I thought for a bit as he hungrily started to press his throbbing member into me. Calmly I asked, “Would you want have sex with Erica?”
There was a pause as it was silent. Then he said, “I am with you. I don’t know, not really on my mind at the moment. Is that what you want?”
I nodded my head as I spoke, “I think I want to watch as you make her feel as good as you do me.” I traced a line with my finger from his chest to his face stopping over his lips. “Would you do it for me?”
Dad let out a “Hum” then a slight groan of thoughtful thinking. He looked at me and said, “I really don’t know if that is a good idea. What if you become jealous?”
I could see his point, while replying, “Well you’re going to still have sex with Mom. And I am going to still have sex with James. You wanted to know if I would have sex with others. So here is my thought. I will let you pick a partner for me only if I can pick one for you.
Dad rolled his eyes, “Do we need to go into details right now.” His lips were but tickling mine they were so close.
I smirked under him in a devious thought. I said, “You want to fuck me?” He nodded slightly. “Then call me Erica, I know how bad you want her. I saw you watching her pussy in the car. I saw you the other day too at the pool. I think you like the idea of a young female wanting you. So if you want to fuck me tonight you will have to pretend I am Erica.
Dad’s face contorted, in an unusual way. He looked at me and said, “Fine if that’s what you want. Can I fuck you now, __ Erica?”
I let out a little, “MmHmm,” with a big grin as I felt his stiff thick cock press past the opening. My legs went rigid. God it felt incredible to be stretched so tight. I lifted my hips a little to meet his slow penetration. I looked into his eyes and said, “Your going to fuck my friend aren’t you?”
He said, “Why, but Erica you are so tight. Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck you?” As he kissed my lips and his tongue played with mine.
My toes curled with excitement. He was playing my game, I wanted him to release and tell me all that was in his mind. I just knew he had been horny for us. Now I wanted him to admit it.
Some time passed when he stopped withdrew and just looked at me. He was haunched up, poised with an intimate stare.
I asked, “What is wrong?”
He rolled his eyes up and replied, “I want to fuck you from behind.”
“Who do you want to?” I remarked.
“I want to fuck Erica from behind, and feel her tight little ass as I fuck her hard.” He said all stern and to the point as he sat back on his knees.
I sat up, and gazing at his cock I could see it was still hard as can be. The shine from my wetness gave it a particular nice purplish tint. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft a few times. It was so slick and hard to the touch. I was like, so into his cock right at the moment I almost forgot his request. I looked up at him watching me, enthralled with his erection. I said, “You got a big cock.” My hand was still slipping around his shaft. With a slight hesitation my eyes returned to take in the sight of my small fingers dancing over the soft head.
I remained with my legs spread around him and leaned way over, folded in half. I kissed the top of the head, and then licked it. Holding it firm I sank the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself upon his tender skin. The moment was so arousing, all I wanted to do was prove to dad I was in love with this thick warm cock.
Slowly I swept my legs under so I was on my knees, without letting the head out of my mouth. My hand slid under his balls gently lifting them. Instinctively I began to suck, and fuck his cock with my mouth.
I felt him lean over me with a moan of gratitude his hands slid down my back. One hand parted my ass cheeks, and was reaching for my pussy. While the other rested on my butt cheek grabbing it fully kneading it firm. Soon the wet fingers from within me rubbed over my anus. I was not sure what he was up to but allowed him to feel me openly. It really felt nice as it sent tingles through my crotch.
Continuing to suck I let my fingers mimic his I passed them across his rectum. It was so warm to the touch and arousing to think where my fingers were. Now I could taste a little pre-cum as his cock throbbed to my touch.
Dad made little circles with his finger then pressed it slowly into my ass. I became frozen for a moment as it entered. He pushed it a little further, and then stopped.
My mind was erased for the moment as I just took in the feeling of his violation. I could feel the trickle of womanly silky-smooth oils run down my inner thigh. My body remained still as if in a state of shock. I wanted to stop him because it felt so unusual, for the moment. I felt so exposed it actually made me more aroused if that was possible.
His finger rotated slightly, and then proceeded to move in and out ever so slightly.
I knew he was watching my puckered anus, as his finger played. This sent a quiver through my body which caused me to clench down on his finger tight. I tried to relax, but as soon as I felt his finger move again I involuntarily tensed up. I thought to my self, “Wholly crap! My dad has his finger in my ass, and is playing with it as well as watching.” I never dreamed of letting a guy play with my ass in this way never mind my own father.
I breathed hot and heavily on his cock which was rubbing on my face. My pussy was like a flowing stream sending me out of my mind. I called out, “Oh please! I need you to fuck me!”
Dad removed his finger as he turned me around. I was laid on the bed with my face firmly planted on the comforter and my ass exposed to him. His hands rubbed my cheeks, and every third stroke over my ass he teased my anus with a slight probe.
I asked without lifting my head, “Do you want to fuck my girly ass?”
Dad Spread my ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue into my anus. Only for a brief moment, and then placed the head of his shaft up to my anus. Holding his cock firm pushed it tightly and directly at the small opening.
I could feel the warm soft head press against the small opening. I relaxed as much as I possibly could. The thought was incredible, “My dad wants to fuck my tight little teeny ass.” I wanted to give him at that moment the world.
Dad rubbed the tip of his cock a few more times then retreated. With a strong desire he placed his cock up to my pussy, sinking it deeply into me. With one hand he brushed my hair back from my neck. Leaning in he kissed the nape tenderly. Then whispered in my ear, “You’re not ready for my cock to be in your ass.” His hips where gyrating fast as he fucked me hard. “Don’t you worry I have been wanting to fuck you too long to not do it right.” He said with a kiss.
Upon hearing his words I began to orgasm hard. I let out some loud moans, and girly screams of delight. He fucked harder his balls were stinging my clit sending me through another roll of pleasure.
Finally he held my shoulders as he planted his cock deep within, and let it grind on my pussy. Growling he shot his load. It tickled almost like he was taking a pee inside me. He held his firm grip. Only retracting his cock to slam it hard again shoving my body held tight by his grip. Again he grunted as he stiffened his erection as deep as it could go.
My pussy pulsed around his member I let out another cry as my head lifted and the sweat dripped over my nose. My fingers dug into the bed as his cock seemed to swell to epic proportions. Then it hit me hard his sperm made a last attempt to completely fill me. I could feel the pressure escaping from the tight fit between his cock, and my pussy.
That is when I swore I was wetting the bed. I couldn’t hold it back I just let it go. I am not sure if I even blacked out for a moment of time. I was coming so intensely I didn’t care if I was pissing or not.
Dad was ending his climax, as he held me tight holding onto my tiny chest with his hands wrapped under me. He kissed my neck as I just continued to cum on his cock still buried in me. Every once in a while he would give a little push with his hips. Making me feel just how wet I was. These made me give out a mini moan with delight; just that little after glow grind on my sensitive pussy gave me a thrill.
A few minutes passed and he slid off to the side. Dad was rubbing my pussy, and smearing his and my cum all over, and around my ass. I just lay content and overly stimulated. I could feel the wet comforter penetrating under my legs and belly.
I turned my head toward him with a smile, letting out a gasp of approval like moan. I smiled at him for a while before I said, “Now don’t you think if you were really fucking Erica you should have pulled out?”
Dad didn’t respond but for a slight groan. He remained fixed on still playing with my open pussy.
I then thought about what he said,”He had wanted to fuck me for too long to not do it right.” I let out a, “Hmm” as I kept my silent thoughts, “I bet he has.” I thought to my self.
Dad kissed me on the cheek as he waited, then said, “Ok!”
My eyes told him I had no clue as to what was Ok.
He kissed me again, “Ok, I will play your game. I will do your little friend if you let some one of my choosing have sex with you.”
I was already so wet I knew he couldn’t tell I was dripping over the thought. I played coy then asked, “Who?”
He answered, “I am not sure yet, you are kind of young for most of my friends. I am sure they would all gladly ride you, with out a doubt. The thing is finding one who is really horny for you, and can keep his mouth shut. Ya know?”
I nodded my head before I asked, “And what are you going to do?”
He just smiled as he leaned in close to my ear. Then whispered, “Where going to take turns making you cum.”
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I visualized the moment. Upon opening my eyes I said, “You’re really going to do that?”
He nodded his head back, “Just say the word. I will make it happen, and a lot more.”
I pondered the thought. Taking my hand I slipped it down to his cock. He was already erect again. I said, “You really want to see if I will do it?” I bit my lower lip for a second. “I don’t care if that is what you want. I’ll do it in exchange for a night with Erica and me.”
Dad rolled back on top of me and placed his erection back into me. I let my hands stray far above my head. I just laid there as he made his way with me for a long while.
He sat up right with his hands on my small ass. He was wasting no time as he drove into me with vigor. His finger soon found my anus, pushing it in deep making me quiver.
I wanted to know what thoughts were going through his mind. I just knew he was being upsettingly perverted as he fucked me hard. My own mind danced around the thought of the two men wanting me as their sex toy for the night. Then thoughts of Erica and me naked in the same bed with dad drove me over the edge once more. I began to orgasm and shake. My own mind was betraying me with such wicked thoughts.
Dad slapped my ass as he with drew his finger, and thrusted hard. He leaned down quick as he sucked the back of my ear.
I could feel him let loose as he then bit down on my neck. I arched up and took all he was giving. My whole body felt intensely good like a morning stretch.
His fingers quickly took a perked nipple in each hand and tweaked. I screamed out, “Fuck! Fuck me!” as I again felt the warm rush of blood rise through my entire body. We were both pausing while the moment gently began to fade.
Releasing my neck with his mouth he said, “Oops!” Then kissed the painful spot he had been sucking on. With his weight he pulled me to the side leaving us in a spooning position. He made no attempt to pull out, just held me tight in his arms.
I rubbed my neck and said, “It better not, be or I’ll Oops, ya!”
He nuzzled his nose into my hair and said, “Quiet, or you can have the wet spot to sleep in tonight.”
I let out a quick frowning disappointed breath, and then placed my arms onto his. And then said, “Good night.” As I lifted one of his hand to kiss it tenderly.
He kissed my bare shoulder and said, “Good night Hun, I love you.”
I smiled and replied, “I love you too.” I knew it wouldn’t be long before he slipped out of me. For the moment I was feeling so fulfilled. I would do anything for dad at this point. |
Title: 1Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter One
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money either.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter One Summary: Harry receives a helping... hand in his quest for Voldemort's Horcuxes.
---
As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The first was that he couldn't place where he was in the dream, but it was somewhere between two hills with high peaks. And the second odd thing was that he could clearly smell the book he was reading but couldn't smell the ocean; the book had an enticing musky odor to it. It was an curious dream, but Harry liked it because the horrors of his past weren't revisiting him like they usually did during his normal dreams. The young wizard wanted to stay in this slumber-land for just a little longer. Of course, the sun had different plans and one cannot argue with the sun when its horrible, golden, life-giving rays are pounding down upon one's face now can they? Lousy effing sun.
With a pitiful groan, Harry slowly woke up. He continued to lie in bed as he looked up at the ceiling without his glasses for a good long time. After he was satisfied that the ceiling had been stared at long enough, and after he had gotten thoroughly bored with said activity, Harry surveyed the room and it contents for a moment until his blurry eyes fell on his tiny desk. The desk was littered with bits of parchment, old newspapers and a number of framed photos.
His eyes tried unsuccessfully to focus on a picture of what appeared to be himself, Hermione, and Ron taken around their first year at Hogwarts. His vision then slipped to a picture of a raven haired man snuggling on a couch with a red-haired woman. Harry's heart sank as his mind replayed his short relationship with that red-haired woman. At the beginning of his sixth year, Harry finally noticed that Ginny was a woman, a beautiful one at that, with boobs and bouncing, shiny hair. Of course he had to end the fledgling relationship at the end of the school year for Ginny's safety. Harry knew that anyone who he considered his girlfriend would be a target for Voldemort and his asslick... err... that is bootlickers. He hated hurting Ginny's feelings and being lonely himself, but it had to be done, for her sake.
After lying in his bed while somehow simultaneously berating and congratulating himself on his decision to break up with Ginny, Harry forced himself to get up. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry finally put on his glasses and took note of the time. It was barely half past six in the morning and his relatives wouldn't be up for a little while. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. It was mutually beneficial. Of course, Harry knew that the Dursleys were planning a very large "going away" party the day after his birthday, the day after he was supposed to leave their house forever.
His eyes fell back to the picture of Ginny and himself on the desk and Harry's heart stopped beating for one full second. The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. The only problem was that it wasn't Harry and Ginny snuggling in the picture. It was Harry's mum and dad, Lily and James. Harry broke out in a cold sweat as a sudden realization dawned upon him:
'Ginny looks like my mum!'
He'd lusted after a girl who physically reminded him of his mother!
Harry a spent a good portion of the previous school year snogging a girl that looked like his mother! Harry felt very ill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Freud giggling like a school-boy at the thought of Harry being attracted to a girl who looked like his mother! The room started to spin wildly and last night's dinner threatened to escape his body in ways it wasn't supposed to.
After rushing to the bathroom, Harry emptied his entire stomach into the toilet. 'That's odd; I don't remember having corn last night.' His mind kept remembering what Ginny's (the woman who looked like his mother) lips felt like when he kissed them. That's when the dry heaves kicked in. Harry tried to wretch some more but there was nothing left to vomit. An image of him cupping Ginny's small breast ripped through his mind and a small thought was attached to that image: 'Were mum's tits like that?'
"Holy Christ!" Harry shouted and banged his head against the toilet in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the troubling images him fondling a girl who looked like his mother! That or knock himself out, which ever came first.
He suddenly felt very, very, very dirty. He remembered how aroused he was when Ginny had shoved her tongue into his mouth, but Harry now thought idly if his mother's tongue moved like Ginny's. Then the most horrid of question's entered the young man's mind: "If Ginny looks like my mother, does she taste like her, too?'
Harry groaned pitifully as he snatched a toothbrush off the counter. It could've been Dudley's but Harry didn't care (the corpulent boy hardly used it anyway). He squeezed a sizable dollop of tooth-paste on the bristles and began to brush vigorously. After Harry had used up half the tube of tooth-paste and thirty-five minutes of aggressively brushing his teeth, gums, and tongue, his cousin Dudley walked into the bathroom. The enormously fat boy looked in horror at the site (1) before him: his freak of a relative was hunched over the basin with a copious amount of foam covering the lower half of his face and dripping from his mouth.
Harry turned to his cousin and tried to shout: "GET OUT OF HERE!" Unfortunately, because of all the foam in his mouth, all Harry could muster was something like "GHTE TOOUE OV HERGELTH!" A fortunate side effect of this outburst was that Dudley's rotund face was coated with spittle and mint-scented foam as Harry spat and sprayed his demand. Harry could hear Dudley screaming like a terrified little girl as he ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the street in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers.
After a scalding hot shower where Harry not only used up the hot water from # 4, but conceivably the rest of the block's hot water as well, Harry walked into his room and saw something quite unusual. He saw a ghost with what looked like leather armor sitting on his bed. Harry had never seen a ghost outside of school, but the most peculiar thing about this ghost was that he was somehow holding the most recent edition of The Sun newspaper, even though ghosts couldn't hold anything normally. But the oddest thing was that the unknown spirit had it opened to the infamous Page Three.
"Oh yeah, that's what I like," the ghost said lustfully, unaware that Harry had entered the room. "I bet you liked to be spanked don't you, you saucy wench!"
"Um, excuse me..." interjected Harry, but the ghost ignored him as he continued to ogle the young topless nymph on the page.
"Cor, look at those nibblers! Poor thing must be cold..." grunted the ghost as his right hand left the newspaper and started to reach for his lap.
"EXCUSE ME!" shouted Harry in a mortified tone. The ghost lowered The Sun and looked at Harry. The specter grinned at him and stood up. Thankfully for the young wizard, the ghost used The Sun as a crotch guard so that his "state" was hidden from sight from the already overwrought wizard.
"Sorry 'bout that, Harry. You were taking so long in the shower, and a man has needs you know..." stated the ghost. Harry was taken back that this strange ghost knew his name. "Sorry about the scare, how are you boy?" asked the ghost.
"I'm fine," answered Harry and then asked; "who are you?"
"Oh, I'm just grand thanks for asking," replied the unknown ghost. "That's very nice of you; you know, too many folk these days are so rude."
"Pardon, but I didn't ask 'how are you,' I asked 'who are you?'" Harry repeated, a bit irritated.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," the ghost responded completely perplexed and a little offended. "You don't recognize me?" to which Harry shook his head, "What, did you fall asleep in History of Magic?"
"Yes," responded Harry, "quite often actually."
"Well, I'm Godric Gryffindor!" the ghost replied theatrically and struck a heroic pose.
Harry was a bit awestruck; here was the ghost of Gryffindor, one of the founders of the finest Wizarding School in the world standing in Harry's tiny bedroom. Harry's reverence quickly turned into disgust as he noticed that when Gryffindor struck his heroic pose that he dropped his newspaper and that it was apparent that the ghost was still aroused. Harry held his hand in front of his face in an attempt to block the ghost's crotch from view.
"Um, what do you want?" Harry asked, quite disturbed that he now knew with certainty due to the ghost's partial arousal that Godric Gryffindor "dressed right."
"Well aren't you gonna ask how I am?" the ghost questioned.
"I already did," Harry retorted, "and you said you were 'just grand.'"
"No, you asked who I was, not how I was. It was an understandable mistake on my part seeing how you young people tend to mutter."
"I don't mutter," Harry muttered.
"I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue," Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.
"Alright have it your way, how are you?" asked Harry. A tiny headache started to form behind the young man's eyes.
"Well, I was just grand until I met this rude man today," the ghost responded a bit put out.
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry huffed through clenched teeth. The tiny headache grew slightly so that it was now an annoying headache.
"It's okay, I suppose," Gryffindor said as he sat back down on Harry's bed. "I came here today to help you in you quest for Voldemort's Horcuxes."
"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, with a great deal of surprise. As far as he knew, only Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and himself knew about the so-called quest.
"The old codger told me about it," the ghost responded. "I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them."
"What is it?" Harry asked, eager for any help he could get.
"Aren't you going to say 'please'?" Gryffindor asked with a pout. Harry's annoying headache exploded into a full fledged migraine.
"Oh, sod off you silly old bugger!" Harry hissed.
"Oh my, such language!" the ghost said with mock offence. "Fine, spoil my fun, it's my old sword."
"The sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
"Didn't I just say that? D'ya need to clean out your ears, boy?"
"No, I don't!" Harry barked as his normal full fledged migraine turned into a throbbing full fledged migraine. "I just don't see how the sword could help me."
"Dumbledore didn't tell me you were daft," Gryffindor said sadly. "It's a sword! You swing it and it cuts things! You can use it to destroy the Horcuxes!"
"Couldn't I just use a heavy rock to break them? Why would I need your sword?"
"Dumbledore used a rock on that ring, that's how his hand got all burnt," the ghost answered. "The sword has charms on it to protect you."
"Oh," said Harry simply.
"'Oh' he says," Gryffindor mocked. "Also, if you're close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted thing."
"Okay, that'll be helpful. When I turn seventeen in two days, and get freedom from this place, I'll go to Hogwarts and fetch your sword."
"No, do it now!" commanded Gryffindor. "Why wait?"
"Because I have to stay here until I turn seventeen," Harry said to which the ghost made a "pfft" noise. Harry ignored Gryffindor and continued. "Besides, there are members of the Order watching me. I just can't up and leave. They would stop me and shove me back in here and tell me to wait two days."
"Fine, I didn't want to tell you this but the sword will be rendered worthless if you don't claim it by tomorrow," stated Gryffindor seriously. "The charms around the sword will drop if it doesn't have someone to wield it."
"Alright, I'll go out there and tell the Order member about the sword and why I need it." Harry said.
"Good plan; tell them and risk having them tell someone else about the Horcruxes and then risk them telling someone else and so on until Voldemort finds out and moves the Horcrux and then you're completely screwed," Gryffindor said. The ghost's words sunk in and Harry knew that it could possibly end up that way.
"Okay, but then I'll need some sort of distraction so I can slip away from the house without being seen," Harry said aloud.
"I'm sure you know someone clever enough to help you with that," the ghost offered.
"Brilliant, I'll Owl the twins!" Harry exclaimed. He quickly went to his desk and began to write a letter to Fred and George. "They know loads of tricks to fool the Order."
"cough Hermione cough" Gryffindor 'coughed' loudly behind Harry.
"Excuse me, what was that?"
"Me? Oh nothing," Gryffindor replied, and pointed to his throat. "Just a tickle."
"Fine then, let me just write this letter," stated Harry as he turned his attention back to the parchment. Just as Harry scrawled out the words: "Dear Fred and George," on the paper, Gryffindor conveniently "coughed" again.
"cough Hermione cough Hermione cough"
"I'm sorry, but would you like for me to write to Hermione instead?" Harry asked petulantly.
"I really shouldn't interfere with the living so much," the ghost said innocently, "but I hear that the young witch is exceedingly clever."
Harry crumpled the parchment he was working on and got a fresh one. He simply wrote:
Hermione,
I need your help.
Harry
The bespectacled man attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and the owl flew out of the window.
"Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post," Gryffindor ordered. "Let me tell you a few stories... stories about the prettiest woman I ever shagged; Rowena Ravenclaw."
For the next ninety-seven and a half minutes, Gryffindor traumatized Harry with stories of his sexual exploits with one of the other founders of Hogwarts. Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn't his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, "My other wand isn't so small if you know what I mean.") in that 'place' and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. Harry also learned that the Shrieking Shack that Remus used when he went to Hogwarts as a student wasn't the first place to use that particular title; apparently, it was also the name given to Ravenclaw's personal quarters. Gryffindor concluded with the gem "Brainy birds are always naughty."
Gryffindor clapped his hands and asked: "Now that's done what would you like for me to talk to you about?"
"Oh god, please nothing," Harry murmured in fear. "Please, no more."
"Alright then, how about a game of strip Parcheesi?"
Harry had started to make a mad dash for the door when he heard a familiar BANG from the street below. Harry turned to see a three-tiered purple bus parked outside his relatives' house. He also noticed with a happy heart that the ghost of Godric Gryffindor had disappeared.
Another loud bang signified the Knight Bus disappearing again. Harry made his way to the front door. When he reached for the door-knob, someone pressed the buzzer. Harry opened the door to find a very perturbed and upset Hermione.
"You needed my help?" Hermione demanded.
"Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm.
"Oh, can it Harry," she replied irritably, "I've had a rotten day."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Harry began to apologize.
"Actually I should thank you," Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must've been reading one of her ancient tomes on the Bus. "You saved me from that lecherous git."
Harry wondered briefly if Hermione had been visited by Gryffindor's ghost as well.
After Harry led his friend into his room, he asked her what was troubling her. He had decided to talk to Hermione about the sword after he made sure Hermione was alright.
"I just came from the Burrow," began Hermione as she sat down on his bed. "I decided to spend some quality time with Ron because we're together now. I had started to talk about us, what we like, what we do in our free time, and what not. Well, after I had exhausted my knowledge of all-things Quidditch and began to discus other topics, Ron started to doze off! He literally had drool coming out of the side of his mouth!
"So I decided that we would have to do something else, seeing how I was boring him into a stupor." Hermione continued and Harry sat close to her. "I asked him, after I was finally able to wake him of course, if he wanted to do something; perhaps take a nice walk around the forest behind the Burrow.
"He completely discounted my idea and came up with one of his own. And what was this brilliant idea of his? Snogging! He said 'let's snog' and grabbed my tit like this!" Hermione demonstrated by seizing her right breast and shoving it up. This action led to several other things. The first thing was that Hermione accidentally unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, but she was too angry to notice. This action led directly into the second action, because of her breast being shoved up and the accidental unbuttoning incident, Hermione's right breast was exposed quite a bit more than she had intended. Which led to the third and final action: Harry noticed for the first time that his friend Hermione had rather nice boobs.
They weren't overly large, maybe slightly larger than a handful, but they were definitely an improvement on Ginny's. They also appeared to be delectably firm, something that he would like to suckl...
'OH MY GOD!' Harry's mind screamed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter? She's you best friend! Stop looking at Hermione's lovely... er... wonderful... boobs...' Harry's upper-mind ceased its self-recrimination as Hermione dropped her breast as yet another button flew free, unbeknownst to the blouse's owner, and her enticing cleavage was revealed to poor Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend's milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. That damn bra mocked Harry, teasing the young man, saying: 'There's more underneath, more to see... and they are called nipples!'
'STOP IT!' Harry's upper brain took over and tore his eyes away from his friend's glorious mounds. Luckily for Harry, Hermione didn't notice where his eyes seemed to have been glued for the past few seconds. And even more fortuitous, she didn't notice 'Harry, Jr.' trying to free himself from his damn denim prison and give a proper 'Hello' to her. Because if she did notice, she would have known that her friend was a true Gryffindor in that he, like the house founder "dressed right."
"...I told him; 'NO, not yet. Let's talk for a bit.' And then he said, 'Talk about what?'" the brunette witch continued. "I couldn't think of anything to talk about! It hit me; we have two things in common. First, we argue constantly, and secondly, you're our best friend Harry."
"Um, thanks... I like friends," Harry said dumbly, half-listening, half-wishing that 'Harry, Jr.' would stand down, before Hermione noticed his state of arousal.
"I wish Ron and I were like you and Ginny," Hermione stated. With the mention of Ginny's name, Harry had gotten his wish; 'Harry, Jr.' went into sudden hibernation. "I know you two broke up, but you have loads in common. You both like to play Quidditch and... and... and..."
Hermione stopped for a good long time. Harry would often see her go into these lapses whenever she was faced with a perplexing question. Her eyes would burn intensely as she worried her lip. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it.
"And you were both possessed by Voldemort," Hermione offered after a good minute of deep thought. "And..." Hermione began to slip back into her "deep-thought mode" when Harry offered some food for thought:
"And she looks like my mum," Harry said pointing to the photo of his mother and father on his desk. Hermione scrutinized the photo for a second before becoming quite pale, then green.
"Oh, my god, that's disturbing," said Hermione as she took a deep calming breath.
"Tell me about it," Harry stated.
"And you kissed her!" Hermione said shocked.
"Don't remind me!" pleaded Harry as he felt nauseous once again.
"At least you didn't tongue kiss her..." Hermione paused as she saw the guilty look on his face. "Oh, my GOD! You tongue kissed a girl who looks like your mother!"
"Hermione, please... stop," whined Harry.
"Please tell me you at least didn't feel her up, Harry."
"Um..."
"Wait! DON'T TELL ME!" Hermione demanded.
Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. On her third pass, Harry's nausea was replaced with arousal when he noticed how Hermione's slacks hugged her bum. 'Harry, Jr.' woke up once more shouting, 'It's play time.'
"Why can't Ron and I and Ginny and you be like the two of us? The way we are," Hermione questioned. "You and I have so much in common. We were both raised in the Muggle world..."
"... So the magical world is new and fascinating to us every day." Harry finished Hermione's statement automatically. He had to finish it automatically because his conscious mind was amazed at how supple and yet firm Hermione's bottom looked. For the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he wore his cousin's cast-offs. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state.
"We both enjoy going to Hogwarts," continued Hermione. "And we both excel in at least one class. You're tops in Defense...
"... And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything..."
"We both like tutoring," Hermione offered. "You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!"
"And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck, everyone in Gryffindor would've failed all their classes if you didn't help us out."
When Hermione stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, he noticed that she appeared... flushed. She had a rosy bloom all over her exposed skin; especially on her lovely... wonderful... boobs.
"We're both quick witted and clever," Hermione said licking her lips as if she was anticipating something.
"I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby," said Harry. "And you tricked both Skeeter and Umbridge into doing things that needed to be done."
"Um, I actually blackmailed Skeeter," corrected Hermione. She continued in a breathy and husky tone, "We've both been into the Forbidden Forest loads of times, whereas Ron equals Neville by only being in twice..."
"We're both in Gryf... fin... dor..." Harry stammered when he saw a touch of lust in his friend's beautiful eyes.
"We share the same initials for our first and middle names..." Hermione said huskily as she intentionally unbutton one of the remaining buttons on her blouse.
"H... J..." Harry panted as he was bewitched by even more flesh. "Wait, that's kind of lame..."
"Oh, bugger it!" Hermione muttered and then leapt on Harry. Their lips met instinctively, as if they had been destined to. A fantastic tingling sensation erupted from Harry's lips and raced through his body, something that 'Harry, Jr.' really seemed to appreciate, because he desperately wanted to say 'Hi.'
Harry's tongue involuntarily touched her lips. Hermione groaned into his mouth as her tongue came out to play with Harry's. He didn't realize when his hands started to wander, but he certainly liked it. His left hand was firmly on her bum, squeezing occasionally, while his other hand had traveled under her blouse and was running over her smooth, warm skin. Of course, this only inflated 'Harry, Jr.'s' attention who was now virtually banging his tin cup against the steel bars of his zipper prison chanting; "Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban..."
"Is that your wand in you pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Harry?" Hermione asked playfully after pulling herself away from his lips.
"Um... ah...um..." Harry bumbled in shock as he looked between 'Harry, Jr.', Hermione, and his wand which was lying on his desk. "Well I...err..."
"It's a joke, Harry," Hermione stated, easing the young man's embarrassment. Then she did something Harry had never seen her do before, Hermione appeared to work up a great amount of saliva in her mouth and then licked her left palm, leaving it covered in spit. Before Harry could ask her what she was doing, Hermione stuffed her left hand down the front of Harry's trousers and gave a firm, yet polite and very welcomed handshake to 'Harry, Jr.'
"Oh my..." Harry squeaked as his eyes crossed. Hermione nibbled on his ear as she continued her ministrations in Harry's pants. Again, Harry was overjoyed at the fact that he had inherited the over-sized pants he was wearing, for it gave Hermione's hand ample space for movement. "Oh wow... I... wow... this is... neat..."
"Shut the hell up and kiss me Harry!" ordered Hermione. Harry was all too happy to comply. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled on various areas of Hermione's face and neck while his hands memorized every curve she had on her bum and chest. Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand.
The two teens played a game as they rolled around on Harry's bed; one trying their damnedest to arouse the other. Of course, in this game, Hermione had the upper... ahem...hand.
Tears of joy seeped out of 'Harry, Jr.'s eye and a squelching noise emanated from Harry's trousers. Harry's world started to spin. After years of solo practice, he knew he didn't have much time left. He could feel the pressure build up in his loins as 'Harry, Jr.' begged for release. 'This is so much better when someone else does it for you!'
Crunch
"Oh god, Hermione..." groaned Harry.
"Oh, Harry..." Hermione said wickedly.
Crunch
"What the hell is that noise?" Harry asked in a very perturbed manner. He tore his eyes away from the brunette witch on top of him and saw a leather-clad ghost sitting on the floor eating from a bucket of popcorn. The ghost smiled in a repugnant way and said;
"I told you the brainy ones were naughty."
To be continued!
Footnote: (1) The word "site" was intentionally misused it's an improper homophone, hey, if JKR can use the wrong word, so can I. |
Title: 1st Brazilian BlowJob Chapter 1
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
A Collection of My True Life Stories...
Content:
At this time in my life I was Sixteen years old just beginning to blossom into my own body. My breasts over the summer had grown into size C's which was unusual in our grade for a girl to be that size. It had drawn more attention too.I tried to hide them under sweaters which I didn't know at the time made them even more attractive with the low V cut they had. It was my sophomore year and I had never had a boyfriend and I was a virgin and innocent to anything sexual.
Amanda, who was my best friend in High school and I would hang out all the time after school and on weekends. She had more experience than me with sex. There was a boy next door who was an older boy she told me that had taken her to swim in a pool in his backyard with him while he was supposed to be babysitting her when she was younger and there he had taken her virginity in the pool. She never told anyone but me about it but secretly I think she liked it and wanted more. It was our newest hobby Amanda had come up with to go to the local mall and look for guys to shadow and follow around in hopes that we could get numbers and dates with some of them or that they were older and could take us out and we could have fun. We also had sleep overs often where we would get online and webcam with men watching them stroke themselves us watching them as we both giggled and rolled around on her bed in just our underwear. Me being a virgin and unknowing of things and her being introduced by the boy in the pool to the whole world of sex and desire we were both curious and wanting. We developed a liking to our favorite internet webcam guys we liked to talk to and I remember being turned on by watching them stroke themselves and talk to us dirty. I would go home and pleasure myself thinking about the cum shooting out all over as they finished and wanting to feel a real dick in my hands and stroke it.
It was picture day at school and I wore one of the lowest cut sweaters I had that framed out my boobs very nicely. It was that day that Adriano, a tall good looking Brazilian boy made his move. All the girls were attracted to him for his exotic looks. We were getting ready to leave English class and he came up from behind grabbing my waist and pulling me to him. I looked up at him in shock because I had never been treated like that by a boy before and there was something about the way he touched me that turned me on. He looked into my eyes and I knew then what he wanted from me. We talked for a while about going out with each other and we agreed on going out to the movies that next Saturday. At the movie in the darkness of the movie theater he put his arm around me. Just him touching me and being next to me I couldn't focus on the movie at all. All I could think about was the electric tingling I was feeling down there that was so foreign to me as I wiggled nervously in my seat trying to get rid of it.
Mid way through the movie he reached over and pulled my lips to his and I couldn't stop...Our tongues danced in each others mouth becoming more aggressive and heated and then all of the sudden I realized in the moment that there were people all around us watching, possibly noticing what was happening. But some how I couldn't stop. The tingling feeling growing inside even more and the wetness in my panties grew as he slowly slid his hand up my shirt and started caressing one of my breasts through my bra I gasped a little surprised. I grabbed his hand suddenly realizing I was about to lose control in a public place for the first time in my life. I panted into his ear pleading "no please... not here..." I looked down and in the flickering movie screen light I saw it, his hard penis outlined in the folds of his jeans. I reached over and pretended to put my hand on his leg but slowly slid my hand curiously over to it and started to rub on him through is jeans. I looked timidly around to see that everyone was still watching the movie. I explored the shape of him through the jeans tracing my fingers up and down. He grabbed my hand and helped guide it up and down. He twitched and I pulled my hand away as I heard whispers from the couple next to us. We both sat there in agony not knowing what to do next. Finally he stood up took my hand and we both quickly left the theater. He drove us as fast as he could back to his apartment and we went into his room and closed the door behind us. We both toppled on his bed kissing deeply.
He asked me if I wanted to have sex with him and I said I didn't know if I was ready for that yet. He asked me if I had ever put a dick in my mouth and I looked at him shyly and told him that I hadn't. He told me he would teach me as he undid his pants and pulled down his boxers letting his penis spring out. He pulled me down on my knees and guided me to it. At first I put my hand around it and moved up and down its length watching his face as I went up and down faster and faster. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head and grabbed my breasts again caressing them more and more. He whispered to me to put him inside my mouth and slowly he guided me into position. As my tongue wrapped around it and slid up and down slowly more and more I could feel it in my throat going deeper and deeper as I took it farther and farther in. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling I got myself from feeling him in me in this way. I felt him begin to tremble in my mouth and then the warm cum came gushing out hitting my tongue as I swallowed it all. He collapsed on the bed satisfied as I crawled up into his arms and we laid there for a while.It was 2 months later he left to go back to Brazil. We never had vaginal sex but after he left I was left looking for someone to feed my newly found need and addiction. |
Title: 1st Dan Burke
Tags: Fantasy, First Time, Gay, Masturbation, School, Teen, Teen Male / Teen Male
Content:
This is a story I have wanted to write for a while; please understand that this is not a quick read and takes a while to get into the action. I do feel like it is worth the time it takes to read it, however, it does involve sexual scenarios between two teenage boys so please don't waste your time if that's not your cup of tea. Please also understand this is a sex story so grammar and spelling, while I try, will not be perfect so please don't let that distract you. I do hope this is an enjoyable read and I encourage you to vote, comment and even email me. Thanks again.
I was getting ready to start my sophomore year and my parents had decided that they wanted me to leave my public high school where I didn't do so well academically and enrolled me into an all guys Catholic school. Most of my friends said how they thought that it would suck going to a school without girls. I just agreed but deep down I realized that it didn't bother me because I had already come to grips with the fact that I was bi.
On the first day of classes I found out that I had to take social studies and science with freshman because my freshman classes from my other school didn't count at the new school. I had already made it through my first four classes and lunch, but right after lunch I had my two freshman classes. Up first was science, which I always seemed to take an interest in. I walked in and sat down. I was a couple minutes early so there weren't very many guys in there yet, but about a minute before the class began, one guy walked in that I just instantly had the hots for. He was a short boy maybe 5'5'' but he wasn't scrawny, he probably weighed around 130 pounds. The first thing I noticed was his beautiful youthful face and gorgeous brown eyes. He still had braces but he was one of those guys that looked really cute with them. Being a Catholic school we had to wear a shirt and tie with slacks, well I could tell the clothes he had on were his old church clothes from maybe a year or two ago because the shirt fit pretty well but the pants were maybe a size too small. I couldn't have asked for a better fit though because when he turned around to take his seat I saw the best ass I had ever seen. I was thrilled that he chose to sit diagonally in front of me so that I could stare at him the whole time. Then after a couple minutes the teacher said that he was going to call role which I couldn't wait for so I could learn this cute ass boy's name. Turns out he was the fourth one down the list and his name was Daniel Burke but he corrected the teacher asking to be called Dan. As the teacher was going down the role he was putting us in alphabetical order and when he called my name I got the seat that was right next to Dan. I could feel the excitement flowing through my body as I made my way over to my new seat. He looked over at me when I sat down next to him and forced a smile. After the teacher called a few more names I turned to Dan and introduced myself. He did likewise and we continued to chitchat for a couple minutes. It was ridiculously hard to not stare at him throughout the class. When the bell rung we said later and headed off.
As the week progressed Dan and I got to be better friends and on Wednesday our teacher told us that we needed to pick a lab partner that would also be our partner for any projects that we would have. Dan immediately said I have my partner already as he lightly punched me on the arm. I told him I guess I'd let him be my partner in a joking manner. After giving us about five minutes to pick partners the teacher asked us to have your partner stand by your desk so he could write down who was together. Dan stood up and stood next to my desk. I was slouched down in my seat so when he stood next to me his midsection was right at my head level. I kept staring at his ass because he couldn't see me doing so. After writing down all the pairings the teacher said that our first lab was on Friday and that we had a report that was to go with it due on the following Tuesday. He said that if we wanted to we could work with our partner and only turn in one report instead of doing it individually. Dan asked if I wanted to get together one day next week and do the report together. I remember thinking that I wanted to do more than that with him but I simply said that it sounded like a good idea to me. That Thursday Dan asked me if I wanted to meet up over the weekend and do the report. I told him that I was wanting to go to the football game on Friday night but other than that I was free. Dan said that he wanted to go to the game but didn't have a ride because his mom was working a second job to pay for his school. He went on to say that his mom was working double shifts all weekend so he was gonna be stuck by himself. After hearing him say this I had a brilliant idea. I told Dan that he should just ask his mom if he could just hangout with me all weekend and that he could ride home with me Friday. Dan got all excited and said he would ask his mom right after school if I wanted to meet her and if I did it would probably help her say yes to the whole idea. At this point the bell rang and we went different ways agreeing to meet in the cafeteria after class.
I went about my business praying that I could convince his mom that letting Dan spend the weekend with me would be a great idea. I ran to my locker and packed my bag. I found Dan in the cafeteria and we went right out to the parking lot looking for his mom. We walked over to a beat up mid 90's Honda Accord. Dan told his mom that he wanted her to meet his friend that he had been talking about. She gave me the usual ''Oh it really good to meet me'' response. Dan quickly said that we had a report due on Tuesday and that we needed to get together this weekend and work on it. Just as I'm sure Dan planned it she talked about how she had to work all weekend and that it would be impossible for her to drop him off anytime. I figured this was my queue and I blurted ''Ya, Dan told me and I said that he could just spend the weekend with me so he wouldn't be lonely all weekend.'' There was a brief moment of silence before she said that was a great idea. On that note Dan said that he would call me later to discuss the fine details as he got in the car. I told him that sounded good and they drove off.
Once I got home it was all I could do to focus on my homework and block out the anticipation of his call. At 4:47 the phone rang and I darted into the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone that I had put on the charger earlier so it wouldn't die on me if we had a long conversation. I did my best to act calm and collected when I answered. After about four minutes of talking I realized that I was sitting on my bed rubbing my hardened cock through my shorts. I was wearing my purple soffe p.e. shorts from last year and I didn't have any boxers under them. I noticed that there was a nice slick dark spot from the head of my cock oozing precum. I couldn't believe that I was this worked up from just hearing him talk. I figured that I might as well lay back and finish myself off. I stood up and let my shorts fall to the floor. I laid down on my bed and began stroking myself while Dan continued to carry on a conversation with me not having a clue about what I was doing on the other end. I just laid there fantasizing that Dan was standing in my room watching me. After about five minutes of listening to him talk and picturing his cute face in my head I couldn't take it anymore and lost control shooting four streams of cum onto my stomach and chest. I realized that I let out a moan and said ''Oh shit'' in my moment of ecstasy. I was snapped back to reality when I heard Dan ask what happened. I had to cover myself quickly so I told him that I just stubbed my toe. I reached under my bed for one of my old shirts to wipe up with. We continued to talk for about ten more minutes before Dan said that he had to go and told me he would see me tomorrow.
Dan met me in the parking lot the next morning to throw his bag in my friend's trunk so that he didn't have to shove it in his locker. After that we headed our separate ways but I was looking forward to biology so we could be lab partners. Lunch seemed to last forever but the bell finally rang and I darted off to bio. I took my seat and Dan walked in shortly after me. We carried on a conversation about how our school's football team was going to most likely win the championship for the third year in row. We were cut short by the teacher instructing us to stand and follow him to the lab.
Well we walked down two halls and into a chemistry lab that doubled as the biology lab. We were instructed to pick up one kit per couple. I remember thinking how much I liked hearing the teacher call us a couple. We were there to dissect a worm. It was a tight squeeze working in there because we had a group on both sides of us and at the table behind us as well. I took this opportunity to brush up against Dan a few times. This was really easy to do because his cute round ass stuck out so well. I don't think he thought anything about it and when the bell rang we had just finished cleaning up the mess from the lab and I told him I would meet him at his locker right after school.
I finished my last class and stopped by my locker which was on the way to Dan's. By the time I got to him he was ready to head out toward the parking lot. We walked down out through the cafeteria and meet up with my ride in the parking lot. It was only a ten minute ride home with my friend driving as fast as he did. Dan and I hopped out and I thank my friend for the ride. I knew that my sister was going home with one of her fifth grade friends and that my mom wasn't gonna be home for a good three hours.
I showed Dan around the house and started making pizza rolls. Dan walked over to the window and commented on how I should have told him that we had a pool in the back yard so he could have brought some trunks. I told him that I could let him barrow a pair of my trunks if he wanted. Dan said that he could just use his p.e. shorts. I thought to myself holy shit those are Soffe shorts and will cling to him like crazy. I told him I was gonna go change while the pizza rolls cooked and he could use the bathroom if he wanted to change now.
I went in my room and put on my favorite pair of swim trunks that were a pair of blue boarder shorts that just had a fake sown on zipper area but they sat nice against my crotch. I went back into the kitchen and was followed shortly by Dan. The timer went off and I dumped the pizza rolls on a plate and grabbed a couple towels that were on the porch and headed toward the pool. We demolished the twenty or so pizza rolls then I removed my shirt and jumped in the pool. I turned to see if Dan was taking his shirt off but to my dismay he was still sitting there on his chair. I asked him if he was gonna join me or not. He said he was waiting because he had just eaten. I called him a pussy and pointed out the fact that the deepest part was only five and a half feet deep so even if he did cramp up he could just stand on his tip toes. Dan reluctantly stood up and turned his back to me as he remove his shirt. This was fine with me since it just meant I was looking up at his cute ass. It was amazing how the dark green cotton tucked in between his butt cheeks. He turned around and faced me as he stuck a foot in to test the water. I laughed and told him to go ahead and jump already. He finally gave in and jumped making a nice little splash. He and I threw an aqua ball for a little then had a couple races. I hopped out to get a float telling Dan that I was gonna work on not losing what little tan I had and offered to get him a float too. Dan said that he could get it and started to get out. As his beautiful, wet body left the water my eyes just zoomed in on the outline of his fourteen year old penis as the dark green shorts clung to him. I knew that I had better look away because I didn't want to get caught looking. I mean how awkward would that be for him if he caught me staring then had to sleep in the same room with me later that night.
Well we got our floats and laid out for about 15 more minutes before I told him that I was gonna head inside and take a shower. Dan said he was gonna do the same. I paddled my float to the stairs and stepped out. Dan just rolled off his float into the water and climbed out the side of the pool. I took every opportunity I could to stare at his shorts. They were once again clamped tightly to his dick. However, Dan ended up wrapping a towel around his waist bringing me back to reality. I opened the gate that surrounded the pool and Dan followed me out also. I locked the gate back and we stepped across the four stepping stones up to the door that led into the master bathroom.
Once we were inside I told him that the shower in the other bathroom leaked so we would have to take turns using this one. I was in no hurry to take a shower as a matter of fact I wanted to go jerk off while he took a shower so I told him to go ahead and take his shower first. The master bathroom had a shower stall that was separate from the bath tub. Dan said that we should just keep our shorts on and take our showers at the same time. There was no way in hell that I was gonna pass up the opportunity to see him in those wet shorts again so I said that I guess that could work. Although I knew that just about every normal teenage boy would have an issue showering with there best friend. I started the shower so that the water would start to warm up.
I stepped in and Dan quickly followed. I stood there getting wet and then I stepped out of the water so that Dan could get in it while I lathered up. I just stared at his beautiful body which was perhaps not the best thing for me to do because I felt my penis begin to strain against my swim trunks. Then the inevitable happened, Dan looked down and noticed my stiffening cock pushing the fabric of my swim trunks outward. Dan just said what a relief to see that he wasn't the only one turned on by the whole situation. Then I saw the tent begin to form in his shorts. I just rinsed off and stepped out to dry off and Dan was not far behind he just dried off in the shower stall. We walked out of the bathroom and headed to my room.
We went into my room to change back into dry clothes. Dan started to rummage through his duffel bag he brought and instead of pulling out a fresh change of clothes he just changed back into his white undershirt and khaki pants that he wore to school which was fine by me because as I am sure I mentioned I love the way he looks in them. Just then the phone rang so I stepped out of my room to answer it with my old purple PE shorts in hand knowing that I just missed my chance to see my adorable ass friend remove his wet shorts to change.
After hanging up the phone I stepped into the bathroom to change before walking back in my room to tell Dan that my mom had just called and told me that state inspectors had just showed up at her work meaning she was stuck there and wouldn't be home in time to drive us the the football game.
Dan being the laid back boy that he was said, ''It's ok I am wiped out from swimming anyway and could go for a power nap right about now.''
"That's fine use my bed and I'll just go watch TV for a bit." I told him.
"I don't want to feel like I'm kicking you out of your own bed." Dan confessed with genuine concern.
"Well I guess I can squeeze in there with you if it would make you feel better about it." Now I simply said that as a joke. I only have a full size bed so it was possible to fit two people on there but not without body contact.
"There is plenty of room and it doesn't bother me. I mean it's not like we are gonna spoon." Dan chuckled while climbing into the bed.
It took me a second to think of a comeback, "I doubt you'd make a good body pillow anyway." I remarked while sliding under the sheets to join him.
"Well there is really only one way for you to find out." Dan said while grinning from ear to ear.
I wasn't quite sure what to say to that and I'm not one that gets lost for words so I chose to simply say nothing. I just rolled over on my side and began flipping through the channels until after maybe a minute and a half Dan broke the silence.
"Hey can I ask you something without you getting pissed?"
I couldn't think of anything for him to ask that would honestly piss me off so I told him sure he could.
"I'm just curious about that erection you got when we showered."
Well that was one I didn't anticipate. "What about it?" I asked rather abruptly.
"I just wondered if I caused it." Dan asked rather sheepishly.
I had myself convinced that I needed to lie about it. "Well I think it was just the fact that I have never had anyone else in the shower with me before." That's when I apparently just stopped thinking about what I was saying because before I knew it I found myself adding, "You combine that with not getting to masturbate all day and I guess you did cause it."
I didn't even roll over to see his reaction but it didn't take long for Dan to break the awkward silence with, "Well I won't be offended if you want to rub one out real fast." Of course he was laughing his head off so I assumed he was kidding.
"Man I'm serious this could become dangerous I might get horny enough for you to start looking like a cute chick!" I remarked in what I thought came off as a joke even though I knew I was serious.
I guess Dan had the same crooked sense of humor because he just kept the conversation going, "Well I guess the next thing I need to worry about is if you would picture me in a dress or mini skirt."
At this point I was running out of perverted material because my now throbbing dick was taking over my mind. Dan didn't even give me time to respond before steering the discussion back to reality with his next earth shattering statement.
"But seriously it won't bother me if you want to masturbate because to be completely honest I've wanted to see another cock besides my own. Don't get me wrong I'm not gay I just kinda want to compare myself to someone."
I was stunned I could not believe the guy that up until this point was the focus of almost every masturbation session since school started had just asked me to not only reveal my penis to him but also wanted me to bring myself to climax. I mean this is my cum we are talking about which up until now has never been seen by anyone other than me.
I finally worked up a response, "You are joking right?"
"No I have read online that having a friend that you can masturbate with is one of the greatest and healthiest things you can do. It is also very common for two completely straight guys to have this bond from what I read."
"I mean I am all for giving it a try." I said all the while dying of excitement inside. "Any idea where to start? I mean do we go at the same time working with our own? Do we help each other?"
"Well I guess it is really up to us. I am the one that brought the whole thing up so obviously I am ok with what ever you are comfortable with." Dan said with real calm.
"Well I mean I'm not shy so I guess you can just grab a handful and we will go from there." I blurted while sliding out of the bed to reveal the tent pitched in my cotton shorts by my full erection.
Dan tore the covers off and sat on the end of the bed staring at my shorts. "Well I can tell you already that you have more there to play with than I do."
I am not actually that big I would imagine that I'm right about average for my age sporting about five and a half inches fully erect. "Dude you are a full year younger than me I wouldn't worry about it."
"Ya but if we decide to jerk one another you have less to work with." he said with obvious displeasure.
I needed to say something to lift his spirits, "No it just means I'll have to do less work to get you off."
Dan started laughing hysterically, "I guess you are right that just means I lose twice by having the smaller dick and having to use my wrist more to jerk you off."
"Ok it sounds like it's settled we both want to try out the other person's equipment." Dan said, "Now are we going at same time?"
I was pretty certain I wanted to stroke him first so my own balls would learn to be patient. "Well you are the guest here so I think it is only fair for you to be pleasured first so go ahead lay back and enjoy yourself."
Without any argument Dan laid back down. His boner was trying desperately to get out of those undersized pants so I took great pleasure in unbuttoning them making sure to apply pressure on the head of his dick with my knuckles before unzipping them. I was immediately met with a throbbing maybe four and a quarter inch circumcised teenaged penis with a fairly young thin forest of pubes. It was very obvious that Daniel was a late bloomer. I didn't waste any time getting to work, however, I didn't just have lube laying around for such occasions so I knew I was gonna have to be gentle. I gripped his throbbing dick with my entire hand which didn't leave much room to stroke him with and began slowly moving upward. I had never actually touch any one else's dick before and I have to say it was beyond my wild fantasies. It was quite obvious that Dan was in heaven by the looks on his face not to mention he had his head pushed hard into the pillow.
"Now let me know before you are about to cum." I told him. Dan never even responded to my request so I kept up the pace for maybe another two minutes before Dan interrupted.
"Ok I am trying really hard not to but it's about to blow!" He basically grunted this through his clenched teeth.
On that note I got on my knees on the bed and lifted Dan's legs up over my shoulders so that his khaki pants covered round ass was against my crotch and his penis was aimed straight down toward his face. It took all of thirty seconds before it happened. His cock went off shooting his first stream of cum on his upper forehead at his hairline while the next stream landed directly on his left eye. I know it was amazingly lucky for two shots to actually land on his face so when I saw the third one land on his lips and chin I almost unloaded in my shorts. I continued to milk Dan for all he was worth but the rest of his cum dripped onto his neck.
"Holy shit! Don't move let me get my phone to take a picture of this so you can see how amazing this looks!" I yelped while reaching for my pants on the floor to take out my phone.
I snapped several pics of this fourteen year old boy's sperm covered face. I then reach down to his ankles and pulled his pants off and wiped his face with them so he could see the pics I just took.
"Oh damn I look like a choir boy that just helped a priest work on his target practice. I mean that's the biggest load I have ever shot!" Dan was amazed.
I dropped my shorts while he was admiring the photos of his work and sat on the edge of the bed, "Ok so how do you want to do this?" I asked.
Dan just knelt before me and took my dick in his right hand and started stroking. He continued slowly stroking me as my dick oozed precum all down his fingers until Dan asked me for a favor, "Ok I have a strange request, I have always wanted to have someone cum on the back of my neck and I was hoping you would do it."
"Sure turn around." With that he spun around and sat on the floor. I continued stroking myself while looking at his butt cheeks pressed against the hardwood floor and I couldn't help but think what the wood floor must be seeing. On that note I lost it and shot my first wad of cum on the back of his head and into his hair before aiming the last three spurts for his neck. Dan tensed up as he felt my warm cum splatter on his neck. I grabbed my phone to take a photo of my work as another keep sake.
"So how did having your kinky fantasy come true feel." I asked him while snapping the photos of his neck and hair.
"To be honest it is starting to feel cold but up until now it felt amazing." He described this while using his pants that were already wet with his cum that was previously removed from his face to wipe his hair and neck.
While he was cleaning up I just kept flipping through the pics I had taken. "You know Dan I thought you were cute as hell on the first day of school but these pics make you look hotter than I could have dreamed."
"Wait you think I am cute, that's nice to know." Dan said obviously pleasantly surprised.
It was time for me to clean with him, "I think I need to share something with you. I have masturbated while thinking about you at least once a day ever since I met you."
"What to you imagine me doing?"
"Well all kinds of things but I mainly picture you in your school clothes and you sit on my lap with your amazing ass while you unzip your pants to jack off until you cum on your hand and clothes." I confessed, "Sorry I know that's really weird to hear from your friend."
Dan just smiled, "Actually it is really awesome to hear that someone actually finds me attractive and even better gets off thinking of me."
"Damn it now I wish I told you this from day one."
"It just sounds to me like maybe this friendly masturbation could lead to something more." Dan said grinning from ear to ear.
"Wait I thought you said you weren't gay." I asked.
"I just meant I currently don't consider myself gay not that I was not interested in exploring the idea."
Wow I knew this was gonna be the greatest weekend of my life and that what had occurred between us up to now was nothing compared to what was yet to come....
Ok that was the beginning of the saga I hope you enjoyed it and if so please vote and/or email me at [email protected] |
Title: 1st day at college
Tags: True Story, Romance, Teen Male / Teen Male
Introduction:
1st day of college, it was my day how i write it so what
Content:
NO sexual contact, just a story on what my 1st day was like. There is however, sexual contact after college which ill write if I get some good comments.
1st day of college, I woke up at 8 to get into college for my 9.30 start. I walked into college wearing jeans and a white polo shirt, I was in the work shop all day I did not care if I dirted my shirt.
Let me introduce my self.
My names callum, I'm 6ft 1, I'm bi so what, I got big muscles and a 6 pack.
Once I entered the workshop I was told to work by my self on a engine rig so I did.
Around 11am the most sexiest person walked in and I justed wanted to run away with him and fuck him so hard.
Before I could introduce my self the tutor had already introduced himself.
Hey, you must be alex, welcome.
Hey thanks for the warm welcome alex responded.
Okay alex ur working with that guy over there. In the light blue overalls.
Alex walked over and introduced him self.
Hey I'm alex.
Hey alex I'm callum, I went to shake his hand but I had copper grease all over so I removed my hand before he shoke it
Stood infront of me was the most sexiest person I ever met, he was 6ft, he was perfect, slim build I saw a bit of muscle.
I thought u my self omg ur perfect for me.
Me and alex began working away stripping the hole egine apart. It would take us about 3 hours to strip and refix the engine.
He alex crank the pistons for me a sec.
Alex took the crank and tried to run it over(mechanic talk for just moving it round and round).
I saw alex struggling so I gave him a hand, I put my hand just right behind his and pushed down on the crank, the crank started to spin around.
Wow ur strong. Alex said.
Hehe its all in the muscle I responded.
I saw him looking at my muscles.
Feel em if u want? I said.
This caught him of guard.
He responded oh no I couldn't.
U want to don't u so just do it.
I tensed up and began to feel them, when his arm touched my arm I loved it so much I just wished he was holding something eles that's big.
After alex felt my muscles I noticed he was just starring at me whilst I worked away.
To be honest, I loved him starring he was sexy, he could stare at me all day, but I couldn't let him now I got the hots for him, so I dropped a tool that mad a little bang which made him jump.
About time u blinked I said.
Huh what? Alex said.
I whispered in his ear as he was next to the tool box, I leand grabbed a tool and whispered. I saw u starring at me.
This shocked him, he just repeated sorry.
I laughed and said it was cool
He breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time alex blinked it was supposed to be lunch, but I just decided to work through it and to my supprise alex said he would too.
I carried on working and alex carried on starring at me, I just left him to it.
When it came to 12.30 I started asking questions.
Hey alex, what's up man?
This caught him of guard.
Huh, what, nothing.
I said comeon its only us two in here, u can tell me, I won't laugh.
With these words of encouragement. Alex said something I would of never expected him to say.
Okay here goes, he takes a breath and mumbles I'm gay.
What I couldn't quite catch that I responded.
With a little more power in his voice.
He repeated. I'm gay.
I stood there amazed on how this beautiful beast could be gay.
He put his head down in shame like I was going to judge him or something.
I leanted over grabbed another tool and whispered. Hey its cool man, you are what you are. And anyway I'm bi.
Right after I whispered in his ear I saw light come to his eyes.
I smiled at him, he smiled back at me.
So I started asking what he likes about me.
He listed:
Everything, ur muscles, ur hair, the view u give me, the way u worked that crank.
Hey alex, I got a confession, don't tell anyone.
What , what is it and I won't, I promise. Alex responded.
I had the hots for u since u came in.
He said me too, when I saw u working infront of me I knew I wanted u, I wanted to work with you and it came true.
Alex began to say that he loves me even though we just meet only like a hour or so ago.
He whispered in my ear. Callum please be my boyfriend, I just got the hots for u and I love you.
I couldn't believe he asked me out, I was completly taken of guard.
I leaned in and whispered, of course I will, I got the hots for u too, ur just so sexy, I still shock on how such a sexy beast like u is gay.
He said because he's got a small dick and he got made fun off.
I hugged him for comfort and whispered, any size is perfect for me, I will love u to the heavens and back.
Me and alex finished that day like nothing happened, when it came 4 o clock.
Alex invited me over his house.
Ill gladly come with u I responded
To be continued...
I will write the time I spent at alex's house within the next few hours if not by Friday night it will be up as I'm at college again tomorrow. I will not able to right anything that day because ill be writing on keyboards all day writing out some work up and getting everything for Friday which is my last day at college for this week. |
Title: 1st Group Sex
Tags: Fiction, Asian, Girls domination, Group Sex, Hardcore, Voyeurism
Introduction:
she is the one
Content:
My name is Priyanka , my friends call me Anu,
I am a pretty fit you can say. I have black hair, 5’8” height and, have had a lot of sexual adventures my whole life, have a lot of stories and this is one of them.
I live in Delhi. It was my friend Sunitha’s party, it was fun she lived nearby she lived in C.R. Park and I lived in G.K. 2 so I decided to walk to my house after the party I didn’t want to disturb my husband so while I was going back the streets were silent as usual . I could hear music coming close from a distance I thought it would be a car. Suddenly a black CRV stopped near me. The windows rolled down a young guy came out the window and said “would you like a ride anywhere? I politely said No and started walking again.
The car slowly moved forward and stopped again and the guy said again “It is just a ride I will drop you no problem, me and my friend are in a mood of social service.” I saw another guy was sitting beside him and I thought this could be interesting. They had a CRV so I knew it these boys are rich and high society so no fear. I agreed after lots of requests. One guy decided to sit in the rear seat so I could sit in front. I was wearing a black skirt and a purple top which revealed the correct amount of cleavage and was wearing a jacket over it.
I gave the guy the directions to my house, the guy who was driving was brown and good height his name was Karan while the guy sitting behind was fair in height and a little shorter in height his name was sameer. We were talking the way they asked my age I said 39, and they started laughing that no you are lying it cannot be. I said no I really am they were trying to play me and I was ready to be played. My home was reaching in about 10 minutes when Karan kept his hand on my thigh and said you are just too hot to be a mom tell me you are lying.
I knew this was my queue I kept my hand on his hand and I opened my legs, I had crossed them earlier and I said looking into his eyes I am 39 but a spirit of 18 year old he got his chance he moved his hand up in my inner thighs while Sameer was seeing all this he creped his hands from behind at my shoulders. They were so horny. I told them no, not in here do you guys have a room. They said no but we have better. They took me to intercontinental. It seemed they were the hotels regular, while they were checking in I called my husband and told him that
I am sleeping at Sunitha’s as I am too drunk. Room number 141, the room where I did my first group. We entered the room the guys took off their pants in a millisecond and were wearing boxers. I was standing in front of them I took of my jacket and the fun began. They both had lust on their eyes, they came close to me, Sameer kissed me and then Karan both were passionate. Karan started to enter my skirt while Sameer had his hands on my melons. It was great the kissing chance by chance, the hands over me, it was turning me on to a stage I cannot explain.
Sameer grabbed my boob pressed it hard made me feel it hard. I loved it Karan was now p[laying with my panties, he was touching my pussy from the panty, Sameer took my top off. Both guys just froze seeing my tits, and I could feel their hardness on my waist their dicks were becoming rock. They did not take time to open my black lacy bra and both of them grabbed one boob, it was fucking great, I could not believe it was so exciting
I was moaning all the time as they were sucking on my nipples as they were feeling my breast my pussy was so wet, Karan was teasing my nipple with his tongue which just got me wet. My pussy was wet, my nipples were wet and I was horny as hell. It was my chance to play now. Without saying anything I got on my knees, they had a smirk on their face’s they were thinking wild nasty things. Both them took their boxers off and their cocks were saluting me in the face, Karan was around 6 inch while Sameer 6 1/2 inch but
I always believe size does not matter it is how you use it. I grabbed both of them, and they were shaking a little, I think due to the horniness their cocks were hard as rock I was stroking both them, slowly easily, I first licked Karan’s cock tip and then Sameer’s both moaned like wolf’s I started sucking one by one. I would keep one cock in my mouth while the other one I would stroke. It had been a nice blowjob the cocks were thick nice, Karan told me to swallow the whole thing I did as he said
I took it all in it was so warm and fleshly it felt nice I could taste the pre-cum, yum yum. After doing him summer wanted to fuck my mouth, he told me to open my mouth as wide a I could and then he held my head and literally started fucking my mouth. My mouth was his pussy for ten minutes; it was tiring as he took his wet cock which had my saliva on it out of my mouth I gasped for air that was just out of this world. I sucked them again for the last time and then I stood up.
Both were smiling and then again started playing with my boobs. They took me to the bed and made me lie down, Karan took m skirt off while Sameer slowly pulled my panties down. It was just such a nice moment I could smell the juices of my pussy, As I opened my legs wide both the boys had a look on their face as if they have found a treasure. They could not wait any longer. Karan came near my face and again inserted his cock in my mouth, while Sameer was rubbing his cock on my pussy lips, it was exciting
I was so thirsty for sex that I could not wait any longer, but he was teasing me and he was good at that. Karan grabbed my boob while I was sucking him, he was moaning again, he kept slapping and pulling my nipples I did not mind at all. Sameer finally pushed his cock in my pussy it was god like. The cock just touching my pussy walls was so hot and he was rubbing clitoris too. Both the cocks were doing good, and I was screaming top of mu lungs.
Aaaahhhhhh…Ahhhhhh…Oh good. Don’t stop fuck me,
Sameer took his cock out which was just covered with my juices as he took out I understood it was time to change, I went for Sammer’s cock , and bent in doggy style, Sameer was standing beside the bed I took his cock in mouth without even touching it with my hands. I wanted to taste myself, it was just nice, I licked it I smelled it was just awesome. While Karan entered my pussy form behind. He was just pushing it inside like anything while rubbing my boobs. He was better at fucking then Sameer, he was using his whole cock
I could hear the balls just smacking against my skin. Sameer was in heaven I was in heaven Karan was in heaven after some time two times we exchanged positions, I cum once in between but the boys cocks were still at play. They took me near the sofa, Karan sat down and told me to ride him I agreed. I sat on his laps spreading my pussy and inserting Karan’s cock in mu pussy I started riding, it was fucking awesome now his whole cock was entering in me and he was sucking my tits along with it.
Sameer told me to slow down for a second I did and he applied something on my ass I got it what he wanted to do. He wanted to butt fuck me I did not mind. He started and then my two holes were filled, it was just a fuck marathon both cock’s going in and out of my holes, Karan started screaming loudly and then he cum in my pussy, it was so much and so warm, as I got up from his cock the cum was dripping but Sameer did not waste any time he took my mouth and told me to suck I could taste something funny.
He cum in my mouth and told me to swallow and I did like a good girl I the three of us were tasting like cum and sex. We slept then after three hours of sex, I was in the middle, Morning when I woke up in between those bed sheets, with two strange men I looked they had their morning hardness I touched them and I wore my clothes and went off before they woke up. It was a group my first my most awesome fucking experience. |
Title: 1st Time - Sister-in-law
Tags: True Story, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Incest, Mature, Teen Male / Female, Virginity
Introduction:
The first time with my sister-in-law
Content:
It was a hot Phoenix summer and the pool was the best friend a frustrated virgin teenager could ever have. On a regular Sunday afternoon, the family was playing in the pool at our apartment. My sister-in-law, a beautiful redhead, with whom I have always had a crush on, was wearing a very skimpy revealing bikini. Let's also call her "T". The bikini was so revealing that you could only tell she was clean shaven around her vagina.
We were all playing pool games...Marco Polo...Volleyball...etc. "T" was doing the best she could to get as close to me as possible when my brother wasn't looking. At one point when his eyes were closed she swam up between my legs and rubbed her hand across my balls. She came up out of the water and smiled at me then swam away.
After hours of this type of torture, I had had enough, I was getting frustrated so I left the pool and went back to our apartment. I immediately dropped my shorts and watched "T" swim around in the pool and pulled myself off. Shooting a load of cum that I had never felt so big before. I almost felt like I had passed out for a second. I collected my legs under me and went to the shower.
I toweled myself off and left the bathroom. I was still completely naked, because I didn't hear anybody in the apartment, so I walked out in the hallway and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a body on the couch, it was "T", she was just sitting there looking at me. I was shocked so I ran into my room.
I got on a pair of shorts and shirt and went out into the livingroom. "T" was sitting there alone watching the TV, I asked her where my brother was and she said
"he had to go to work for a few hours to catch up."
I sat at the opposite end of the couch as "T" and we watched TV. Every so often I could see her look over at me. At one point she broke the silence and asked me...
"what are you thinking about?"
and with every ounce of courage I had in my body I told her...
"fucking you",
She stood up and asked...
"so what is stopping you?"
and she stripped off her bikini in a matter of 2 seconds and was standing by my end of the couch with hard nipples "C" cup tits and a completely bald pussy. She reached out for my hand and stood me up. She pulled at my shorst and before I knew it I was butt ass naked in front of my fantasy girls. The girl I had jerked of to for along time. She reached down and gently slid her hand up and down my shaft. She leaned forward and kissed me so softlyand told me she had dreamed of this moment for awhile and wanted to feel me inside her right now. She laid herself down on the couch and told me to join her and I was laying down she grabbed my cock and aimed it at her pussy and when I hit bottom she let out a huge moan and told me to go slow. I started sliding it in and out the her beautiful clean pussy, slow at first and within no time she was pumping hard against me and at a rapid pace screaming...
"Yes baby fuck me....fuck me fast....mmmmm"
I reached down under her and pulled her ass up to me and I got up on my knees, her legs now up around my shoulders she was pulling as deep as she could get me and screaming out loud....
"Yes this is better than I had imagined...ever"
That sent a bolt right down to my balls and she could tell I was getting ready so she said...
"Stop not so fast...try this first"
and with that she she jumped up and got on her hands and knees and she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her from behind. This was the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life. "T" was now slamming herself back into my cock meeting every thrust, she told me...
" I want to come all over your cock"
and she put her face into the pillow and started to scream very loud...I thought I was hurting her...so I stopped....she yelled...
"NO...don't stop I am cumming....give it to me...NOW!!!"
I felt the hot juices of her pussy trickling out of her and all over my cock and balls and that sent me reeling with excitement. I had never experienced anything like that before. As I was cumming inside her, she fell forward and my cock popped out and the rest of my load went all down her ass crack she jumped and screamed....
"OH SHIT...that is hot" (later I found out she was talking about my cum.)
She was still laying face down on the couch and I was now on the floor out of breath.
She leaned over the edge and asked ...
"Did you enjoy!!??"
And I exclaimed...
"Yes for the FIRST time... it was wonderful...does it get better?"
The look on her face was priceless...she asked...
"You were a virgin?? Oh my god..."
...and with that I will leave the rest up to your Imagination...... |
Title: 1st time double ended dildo
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Boy / Boy, Gay, Toys
Introduction:
After watching a lot of porn, me and my friend thought it would be fun to try a double ended dildo on ourselves. We were most excited about trying doggy style. We mostly watched girls doing it but we thought we could try this on ourselves. This meant we would have to go shopping as we didn't own a double ended dildo
Content:
After watching a lot of porn, me and my friend thought it would be fun to try a double ended dildo on ourselves. We were most excited about trying doggy style. We mostly watched girls doing it but we thought we could try this on ourselves. This meant we would have to go shopping as we didn't own a double ended dildo. It was a good excuse to browse online sex shops. I trawled through web sites looking at all variations. Different sizes, shapes, colours. I knew I had to be realistic. We both had tight little ass holes. Some looked damn impressive. Long really thick translucent shafts. Looking at them thinking I'd be a slut for that. But there was no way I could get them inside me. At least not this year.
We found a 12 inch PVC double ended dildo and got one in a nice blue colour. It was not any thicker than a normal cock but got a bit thicker towards the middle. It was textured towards the ends. And of course at each end was a bell end. My friend thought it would be a good idea to do it in the bath. I guess normally you would do it on the bed. But it might be nice to do it in the bath.
So we ran the bath. I guess we don't want it too deep checking the temperature as it filled up. I did think about bubble bath for a second but then opted not to. We cleared all the bottles from round the bath. It must have been about 5 inches deep when we turned off the taps. We both striped and looked at each other. I normally like to wear a piece of lingerie when having fun but thought that would not be a good idea in the bath. He had the dildo in his hand. We both stepped into the bath. One leg first. It seemed a bit hot. I slowly put my other foot in and knelt down facing one end of the bath. We were both kneeling down in the bath facing away from each other. I twisted round to look at him. He had the dildo in his left hand. I guess we both have to go on all fours. So we did. I went down on my hands and knees. I turned my head round to see him. He was on all fours also. He sort of seemed a long way a way even though our bottoms were inches apart and our feet were touching.
I'm not sure this would be quite as easy as I thought. He was at the tap end. I asked if he could add a bit more cold water. He turned on the tap. I waited there on all fours as the tap ran for about 30 seconds. He paddled the water round to mix it. I stared doing the same. Within a few seconds we were really just splashing water at each other. We were both laughing.
He reached back with the dildo positioning it between us. I reached back to grab my end of it. We both could point the end of it at our holes. Then I was in a muddle. Do I pull it into me or do I have to push back. I can't pull it into me as I would pull it away from him. We both looked at each other. We both pushed towards each other but neither of us achieved any penetration. We reset our position. This time I grabbed my end of the dildo really tight. I pointed it on to my hole then we pushed back towards each other. As we pushed the dildo flexed a bit in the middle making penetration tricky. We could have used a 3rd person to help with this part. I would have to hold the dildo in just the right place. I held it about quarter of the way along and placed the tip against my entrance. This time when we pushed back the head started to nudge in slightly. I looked back to see how he was doing. I couldn't tell but it looked like he was still trying. He then looked back at me and nodded. We were both still holding each end of the dildo and I pushed back gently. This time there was no flex and I managed to get my end of the dildo in a little more. I dared take my hand away from the dildo. I pushed back a little more again slowly feeling the head slide in. "Are you in?" I asked. "Yes" he replied but only just.
If we were going to ride this thing we would have to get it in much deeper. The only thing we could do was push back more. I dared move forward. We both looked round at each other. We were still holding onto the dildo as we tried to push back more. I slowly pushed. I felt it get a little deeper. I could feel myself being opened up. I could see the concentration on his face. I continued to push back. I only had to hold the dildo with my fore fingers now. The head and a little bit more was in. I felt like I still needed to get more in. This time I tried to push just a little bit harder. I got a little bit more in but the dildo felt like it was flexing also. "How much are you in?" I asked. "I'm not sure" he replied. I almost felt like I needed to take a quick breather this early on. I probably had over an inch in me so I told him to push whilst I remained still. Then I felt the dildo being slightly pushed against me as he pushed back. I remained still but also tried to remain relaxed. It wasn't an easy thing to do. He said he got it in a bit more. Then I took a turn at pushing whilst he held still.
We repeated this a few times. The dildo seemed to be inside us quite a bit but I had no real idea how much. I looked back between our bottoms but it was hard to tell from this angle how far we had come. However, I was sure it was in far enough that we could ride it. I didn't have to hold it any more and I didn't need to look round to see how he was getting on. I just started to gently move my hips back and forth with more emphasis on the pushing back than the pulling forward. With this gentle rocking motion I could feel the sensation of the dildo on my anus. However, not only did my motion have an effect on the dildo inside me, his motion had an effect on the dildo inside me also. Randomly the dildo would get pushed or pulled in and out me caused by him. So it could be a bit jerky. Our rings could be tight on the dildo that rather than slide in and out we were pushing and pulling the whole thing. That was an extra dimension I didn't think about. I was concentrating on riding it and waiting for the whole thing to be moved one way or another. Then I really didn't know how much was in me. I certainly had no idea how much was in him.
I rode it a bit more trying to push back harder. Then all of a sudden I felt his bum cheek touch mine. Ooooh, I wasn't expecting that. We both turned round to look at each other. There had been very slight contact between our bottoms. When looking back I could see we had come a long way. Between us we had consumed most of a 12 inch dildo. We were smiling even though being stretched. We both pushed back and our bottoms touched again. The curves of our ass cheeks were just touching and no more and it was a nice feeling. We started to rock slowly. For me this was getting exciting. I loved the feeling of our bottoms coming together. We continued to rock our hips. Each time I rocked back I anticipated our bottoms touching. The cheeks would squish against each other. I looked back underneath me. I could see my erect cock. I was excited. We were sharing this experience. I didn't care about being stretchered from the dildo. I just wanted to keep in contact with him.
As our bottoms continued to kiss I began to stroke my cock. I held myself up with one arm. I was focussed on our bottoms kissing. I eagerly anticipated it on each stroke. Then the kisses began to be more frequent, we held each kiss a bit longer and then they became a little harder. They were now little slaps. Our bottoms would slap against each other. They were cute little slaps. They sounded cute. I continued to stroke my cock. I was soo turned on. The slaps continued to get a little bit harder. I was so focussed on our bottoms slapping that I was inadvertently getting a good ride on the dildo. My hip movement was increasing and as that increased our bottoms slapped together harder. Within a moment our bottoms were really slapping into each other. I would move my hips forward as much as I could along the dildo and thrust my bottom back until we slapped against each other were we would hold the flesh together before repeating. I was on the verge of cumming. The last few slaps were very hard. I could feel it hard deep within the flesh and I loved it. I stroked my cock faster and faster till I came into the bath water beneath me then I stooped.
Impaled on a double ended dildo knee deep in bath water and very happy. Time to get out. |
Title: 1st time home in a long time (part 1)
Tags: Fantasy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Written by women
Introduction:
My name is LeighAnn. It has been 6 years since I've been home. I took off with this forbidden boyfriend that my mother hated. Little did I know, I mean I was in love and we were ment to be together. We split a year later. I went and got my GED and started my life by myself, got a career and took care of myself. I thought I was on top of the hill before I lost my job
Content:
It was time to go home and see my family. My loser brother followed me on Social Media and I would ask how Dad was and what he was up. Nothing ever big got told over the phone so I didnt know much. I got on the bus and figured I would surprise the family and just show up. Helen wouldn't want me to come if I called a head. As I stood at the front door I froze its been years what am I going to say? As I knocked I hoped Dad would answer or Drew. Unfortunately Helen answered and was in complete shock she even hugged me. I walked in and seen Dad wasn't around but Drew came out of his room a glistening and in gym shorts. Damn he was tall and slimmed up even had some abs. My face just barely level with his chest when he hugged me. Wondering where Dad was I asked Helen but Drew spoke up first "Dads out back working out I just finished some reps with him" that explained it to me. He has been working out with Dad getting in shape unlike when I left he was a short chunky punk. As far as I could remember Dad was all about being in shape. It drove Dad insane that Drew wouldn't work out with him. As I went to walk down to the back door Helen stopped me "are you going to visit with your mother first?" I told her we could catch up at dinner and I really wanted to see Dad. We really didn't gave a good connection. Her and Drew went to the store.
As I walked down the hall I looked in Drews room. Porn magazines and posters of naked chicks were everywhere. On the bed I seen a magazine with the page opened and cum all over the girl's breast. Guess Drew finished his workout here. My pussy tingled thinking about Drew and his new body. I had to get out before I got to aroused. The back door was cracked open and I could see Dad still working out, his body more defined then I remembered. His body was wet and glistening in the sun. Once again I could feel my pussy tingle and wet. I couldn't help but to be turned on for some reason. I leaned back against the wall and slid a finger into my pants and started playing with my clit as I watched him workout. Closing my eyes and fingering my hole while rubbing my tits. I was dripping wet almost about to cum when I heard the weights drop. I quickly got my act together and opened the door as Dad reached for it. "LeighAnn baby girl? What are you doing here" he grabbed me and hugged me so tight and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him. "Daddy I'm home, I've missed you so much" his musky man smell put me over the edge I knew there had to be a wet spot in my shorts. He carried me all the way to the kitchen and sat me down on the counter as he did when I was little. He grabbed a drink for us and we caught up. I was sitting on the counter as he had one hand on each side of me leaning over my lap. I wondered if he could smell my pussy. He was so close to my body I kept getting wet and tingly. I've never got so hot over my Dad, or the fact my brother came all over a porno magazine. Helen and Drew walked in and startled me I hoped down of the counter sliding my body down Dads rock hard body, I think I felt his cock but wasn't sure.
After dinner everyone went to bed leaving Dad and I alone in the living room watching a movie. I grabbed a cover and snuggled up to Dad. He wrapped his arm around me and slid over so I could rest my head on his leg, my face an inch away from cock. I rubbed his leg and adjusted trying to play it off. I seen his cock bounce a little hitting his shorts. Was he liking my head this close to his cock? I got wet again. I could see a smile on his face as I continued to "adjust" and move my hands across his cock even moving my head across his cock feeling it on my cheek I knew he was getting hard. I looked up at him "Daddy are you getting a boner" it look like it startled and shocked him I would ask such a question. Before he could answer "I like it Daddy" he slowly moved his hand down to my ass and grabbed a hand full. "Oh Daddy you have firm hands" he looked at me and asked if we should really do this. In informed him I know what I'm doing and I wanted his cock. He slipped his fully erect cock out it was huge and thick. My mouth watered as I grabbed his cock spitting on the head and rubbing it down his cock. I could feel his cock throb for more as I started to licking his head he moaned a deep moan and his cock throbbed more. As I started to move my mouth around his cock and sucking he slid his hand down my shorts playing with my ass. I lifted to my knees giving more access and he took it. Suddenly his fingers were working on my clit and a finger slipped in to my pussy. He knew what he was doing god it felt good. I was sucking his cock and playing with his balls. It felt so good having him in my mouth. I made sure to get his whole cock deep in my throat. He moaned some more and with his hand I felt him grab my hair and started to control my head, and thrusting his cock deep he was in control and I liked it. I was no longer just sucking his cock he was fucking my mouth and fucking it hard. Soon he cam all in my mouth and held my head down until I started to gag. After swallowing and looking up at him he looked at my mouth "sorry honey Daddy couldn't help you felt so good" I'd never had a guy do that to me like he did and I enjoyed it. In one swift move he grabbed my legs and through my on my back removing my shorts and thong. He stopped and looked at my pussy before he dove face deep into my pussy. He started teasing my clit with his tongue going in circles "Oh Daddy oh yea oh yeah Daddy it feels so good" with one hand he covered my mouth and looked up at me "shh honey you don't want your Mom or Brother to hear us" I hadn't realized I was being so loud. With him back in my pussy he stared to play with my breast and I couldn't help but to moan and thrust my hips up to my Daddys mouth it felt so good and forbidden. My body was twitching left and right as he was licking my clit and fingering my pussy with two fingers hitting the perfect spot. He knew I was about to cum when he stuck his pinky in my ass. That was it my body couldn't hold it anymore. Still eating mye out I squirted all over his face and hand. He got up and just left me laying there. I laid in awe before putting my shorts on. He came walking back in with a drink for us and a bag of chips. "That was the best pussy I've ever eaten, we can't do this again" I agreed and went to bed. |
Title: 1st time in stockings
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Foot or shoe fetish, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male / Female
Content:
I'm not gay, but a health straight male with a NYLON fetish. My advice to any curious male...TRY IT, its...unreal. I've had a stockings fetish for as long as I can remember. It started when I was about 14, when I was babysitting for a family member. On the bathroom floor was a pair of tights, so being a curious teenager, slipped them on, WOW, the feeling was amazing. The HARD ON I got was unbelieveable, solid as a rock, needless to say, I wore them most of the night, and wanked myself silly. As I got older my focus went to stockings. This started when I had an operation, and the nurse looking after me, unwittingly flashed a bit of stocking top, instant hard on, and it progressed from there. Everyones got that sexy aunt, luckily for me, I've got 2, and both wore stockings and suspenders...have I tried theirs, unashamedly the answer is YES.
One of the aunts lived alone but had a b/f, and I was a frequent visitor. I'd often caught my aunt getting ready for nights out, pulling her stockings and attaching them to the belt clips. My favorite was the black basque with matching knickers, with black nylon stockings,she looked amazing. The room I used was also used as their part time junk room. Whilst routing about one day, I found an old orange carry bag, its contents were soft. With trembling anticipation I opened the bag, and to my delight found old suspender belts, bras, knickers and stockings. I often spent time in that room alone, trying on her old underwear and stuff, and wanking into old stockings.
One night she walked in without knocking, luckily for me I was laying on the bed, and managed to pull the covers over me pretty sharpish. She'd popped in to wish me good night, she paused, scanned the room as if looking for something, then left the room, phew...that was close.
The next evening, my aunt and her b/f went out, and later on in the evening it was arranged that I'd meet up with them,in the local pub. Having made the arrangement, I made sure I was there. Many beers later, we all walked back to my aunts Flat. I made my excuses and went to MY room, but with her b/f there, decided against trying the underwear and stockings. I was just dropping off to sleep,when I heard the lock on the front door turn...with her b/f gone, I heard my aunt walk towards her room, now was my chance to slip on the underwear. I thought give it a couple of minutes for her to drop off, then I'd do it. Then I heard the footsteps again, the door to my room swung open, and in the light was a silouhetted figure of my aunt, she looked even better than normal. As she stepped toward me I could make out that she was wearing a black bra, knickers and belt set with a pair of black stockings, and carrying something in her hand, she tossed it towards me saying, "you've seen me in it, now its my turn to see you in it". As she turned the light on, I found in my hand the afore mentioned basque and knicker set," where are the stockings", I replied, " I'll help you with them when your changed, I'll be in the front room when your ready". All I kept thinking was "SHIT, how am I gonna get out of this one". I'd never worn in front of anyone else, it was my secret, or so I thought it was. A couple of minutes passed, when I heard her cal, "Are you ready yet, I'm waiting". In truthfulness it was a fantasy of mine, but when your hit with the reality, its totally different. I slipped off my shorts, and slipped on the knickers, they where a little tight, but god they felt good, my cock was really hard, and had trouble keeping it inside the front of the knickers. Next came the basque, how the hell am I gonna hook it all together, I'm only used to a couple of hooks on a bra, I was shaking in anticipation as i started to wrap it round my body, I left the hooks at the front, then when they were all fastened, shuffled the basque round til it looked ok. Trembling and gingerly, I left the room, and walked towards the front room, as I opened the door, I headed toward the chair furthest away from her, my aunt sat up on the edge of the sofa and beckoned me over, "aren't we forgetting something", in her hand she held a new packet of stockings, I stepped towards her as she undid the package. I stood in front of her with my hands covering my rock hard cock. "We aren't shy are we??" she asked, I couldn't answer her, I was at a loss for words. " lift you foot up", so I did, she placed my foot between her legs on the edge of the sofa, it was inches away from here pussy, she slipped the stocking over my foot and up my leg towards the suspenders, she brushed the under edge of my bollocks, I felt my cock twitch as I tried to cover, " Turn round so I can do the back one", without a moments hesitation I did as i was told, when she'd finished, we repeat this on the other leg. " Step back so I can have a proper look", I took 2 steps back, "I can't see you properly if you keep your hands there, can I". I dropped my hands to my side, "NICE, infact VERY NICE, COME HERE". Again I did as I was told, but tried to cover my painfully hard cock. "We'll have to do something about that". With that she pulled the front of the knickers down, my cock swung towards her face, she gripped the base of me cock with her hand, and slipped the tip of my cock in her mouth, she did this for a couple of minutes, stopped, looked up at me and asked "GOOD?" my answer was along the lines of "fucking hell is it" as she contiued to suck and wank me, she stopped again, "so you like to cum on my stockings?", "yes" I replied, with that se laid back on the sofa on put her stockinged feet around my cock, "FUCK MY FEET", "What?" ,"FUCK EM, Now". With that I slowly started to fuck her feet, slowly getting faster as my orgasm neared its end,she laid there slowly fingering and playing with her wet pussy, "FFFUUUCCCKKK" I screamed out as I came over her feet, I thought my legs were going to giveway. I tottered toward her, "LICK ME", you don't have to ask me twice. I got between her legs, at first Ilicked and sucked her hard nipples, "LOWER" she hissed at me, with each kiss, I lowered myself down towards her wet pussy,.Firstly I slipped a finger in her pussy, fucking hell, she was dripping, and then a second finger and slowly started to fuck her with my fingers, I lowered my head and gently touched her clit with my tongue, I teasingly started to lick and suck her clit, she grabbed my head and tried to push it closer, I removed my fingers, and shoved my tongue up her hole as far as it would go, she responded more, by slowly humping back at my face as my tongue dart in and out of her her, "FINGER MY ARSEHOLE",so I did, there was enough lubrication there to slip 2 fingers in, "LICK MY CLIT, MAKE ME CUM", she was by now literally fucking my face, faster and faster she grinded against my face, suddenly she tensed up and stopped, "DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP"she told me as she shuddered through her orgasm. Quiker and quicker I licked her clit and fingered her arsehole, her orgasm never seemed to end.
I laid down beside her on the sofa, my cock starting to harden up,again. "EASY TIGER, LET ME HAVE A CIG FIRST, THEN WE'LL GO TO MY ROOM". I laid beside, whilst she slowly stroked my hardening cock..."BETTER CHANGE MY STOCKINGS, FOR ROUND 2", with that she stood up, and led me to her bedroom by the cock.........
PART 2 TO FOLLOW...... |
Title: 1st time I saw a Man's cock and I loved it
Tags: True Story, Anal, Bi-sexual, Male / Female Teens
Content:
I was always very curious about sex and was masturbating all the time from a very early age. I would use anything I could get my hands on (Bananna,cucumber,hair brush,toothbrush). I like to cum and even took my own virgity with my hair brush I fucked myself so hard with it. I had oral sex with a couple of boys and even a couple of girls. Sex was something that I just needed even with everything I was doing I needed more. I didn't really love cock or pussy just the way an orgasm made me feel. I was and still am very vocal when I cum it's a religious experience for me. I started to get very unhappy around the age of 12 because I was bored with the boys,girls,hair brushes. I justed needed more and I got it that summer. I had a new boy in mind to eat me out he didn't know it @ the time. I was going to make his 10 yr. old summer. I went to his house early that morning looking for him. He kind of knew I liked him and from what happened I could tell he told his Dad. I got to his Dad's shop and ask if Kent was home and he said no and you need to leave him alone. I was getting ready to leave and he said slut I have something for you. I looked up and he had his cock in his hand swinging it back and forth. I will admit that scared the shit out of me and I ran all the way home. I didn't stay scared for long I went home and had the best orgasm of my 12 yr. old life. I started rubbing my clit with my thumb thinking of his cock and pinching my tits. I had very big tits for my age I could even lick my nipples they were so big. I tell you I got my hair brush and fuck myself crazy. I knew right after my orgasm I wanted his cock and I needed to figure out a way to get it. I wanted until he was all alone @ the house. I told my Mom that I was going to ride my bike around the field. I knew that would take a while and my Mom would not be able to see me from the house. I rode up the field to where his house was and hide my bike behind a tree. I went to his shop and sure enough he was there. He didn't know what I wanted so I showed him. I went right up to him and pulled down his pants and put the very 1st dick in my mouth. He said want the fuck are you doing but I didn't answer I just started sucking as fast and hard as I could. I was pretty good @ it (I practiced the night before on a cucumber). His cock was soft when I started but soon was hard as a rock. He asks me to use my hand too, so I started stroking his cock and so I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum. I loved the taste and swallowed every last drop of his cum. I got up and said did you like that and he was breathing so hard he could not talk. He said you are crazy you are going get me locked up. I will never tell anyone what we do. He said what we do is their going to be more. I looked @ him and said shit yes right know you are going lick my cunt till I cannot see straight. I laid down a blanket that I was smart enough to bring. I took off my clothes and set down and spread my legs and pulled apart my pussy lips and said get to work old man. He got to work to my utter delight and I knew from that moment on I was through with boys. He made me cum about six times with just his tounge then he added his fingers and sent me over the moon. He stared sucking on my nipples and then I saw his cock was hard again. I said I better take care of that and started to give him another BJ but he said he had another idea. He got up on his knees and then he startled my chest and put his cock between my breasts. I started to laugh because it felt funny he said don't worry you won't be laughing for long. He started moaning and swearing then he yelled and said he was Cumming and spewed all his cum on my face and hair. I loved it and lick the rest off his cock and even stuck my tongue in his pee hole. I went home after that and dreamed of what we could do next.
I didn't get to see him for almost 2 months and boy was I horny. I was very glad to find out so was he. I was the one this time that got throw down and licked until I begged for mercy. He told my he wanted to do something special and I said ok. He said have you ever fucked anyone and said no, but I us my hair brush a lot that made his cock rock hard. He said well little lady you are going to get yourself fucked today. He set down and put his hand on my cunt which was dripping wet and spread my lips. He put my legs up over his shoulders and put his cock on my pussy and I was so excited I almost passed out. He didn't pussy foot about putting it in one minute it was laying on my cunt the next second it was to the hilt in me. It hurt a little going in and he was fucking me really hard and fast. I had the best orgasm I have ever had in my life within seconds of starting and before we were done I had cummed 6 times. He started shacking and telling me to hold on to him. I grabbed his thighs and he went off so hard inside of me that his dick came out of my pussy. I then did something even to this day is the thing I like doing the most. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and suck it dry. I love sucking a cock that just came out of my pussy. He taught me to French kiss after we got done fucking. He loved tasting his cum and my pussy together. We fucked as much as we could that summer. I got my period a couple months after that so he helped me get on the pill, because I didn't like the way condoms felt. The day I started my period we were supposed to meet. I told him when I got there that I would be able to BJ him but nothing more. He then took off my clothes and laid me down and spread my legs and gave me the best oral of my life. He loved eating my pussy when I was bleeding and I fucking loved it too. We fucked in every position we could think of that summer my favorite was when he is sitting up and I'm sitting in his lap facing him. We could kiss and fuck @ the same time. He started telling that things were not going well with his wife and I told him try new things in the bedroom. He said he always wanted to do anal but didn't think she would even you said no. I thought about for a minute and said let’s try it. He said I didn't say that to get you to do it and I said I know but I might like it. The next time we got together he brought some lube. He told me to lay down on my back and he spread my legs and picked up my butt and laid my legs on his shoulders. He then began something that to this day makes me wet just thinking about it he ate out my pie hole. He ran his tongue all around the hole and even put it in the hole I came as soon as he did that. He then put me down and told me to get in doggy position. He lube up his cock and me hole and stuck his dick in it took him a awhile to get all the way in. He finale had his cock all the way in and had started fucking my ass. It really hurt @ 1st but soon I loved the heavy full feeling. I told him to fuck me faster and harder and soon he was pulling his dick all the way out and slamming it all the way in again. We both came so hard it was not funny and yes I suck him dry with my mouth again. We fucked,sucked,analed and kissed all summer long. I had to go back to school in the fall and I hated that. I knew I would not be able to use the excuse about the field for much longer with my Mom. I told him we needed to find another way to meet. My BFF Tina knew all about us and her Mother worked @ a local Hotel. I had asked Tina if she wanted to join us a couple of times and she had always said no. She would hang out @ her Moms work when she didn't have a babysitter. I ask her if we could use one of the rooms to meet and she said yes. We could only hook up once a month so I was always very horny and very loud. My friend who was in the next room said is really that much fun and I said yes. I then got her to agree to join us the next time. I didn't tell him about it until she was there. He was mad @ first worried that I told her about us. He didn't stay mad for long when he found out she had never done anything sexual before. He was going to be 1st to suck,fuck & anal her. My friend went from zero to slut in one day before we left that room she had given head,fucked,analed & ate a girl out (me it was great). I also got in on the deal and got to taste her as well. I also brought along my handy camcorder. I told them this was so he could use the tape to masturbate with when we could not be together. He got his first of many virgin pussies that day. The next time we got together I told him that I had done something for him now he had to do something for me. He looked @ me and said what baby anything I love you. I want to do it with 2 guys at once, so find us a guy not a boy a man. He didn't want to because he was afraid that we would get caught. I told him I had the perfect guy in mind his hired hand Shawn. Shawn is this hot looking black god that is always given the once over. I told him it would be easy to get him to agree. I didn't tell him why I knew Shawn would agree so quickly. I would wait till Shawn was there. I caught Shawn going down on another worker a week before that. I ask Shawn if he was Gay and he said no he was Bi. I didn't know what that was and asked Tina and she said like us. I said what you mean us because we both like to fuck but we also like to lick pussy. I knew right then I wanted Shawn to suck his dick and I wanted to watch. We had not seen each other for about three months and I was going crazy. I planned to sleep over at Tina so I could spend the entire weekend with him. We meet up a couple of miles from the house and I got in his car. He had told his wife he was going to a Farming Convention. He had made planes for me and him to stay @ Shawn's house. He still didn't know what I planned for him. We got to Shawn's house and had dinner and put on Porn to set the mood. The movie was with a Bi couple and I ask him if he ever considered it and he said no way. I told him before the night was out he would do more than consider it. He looked @ me and told me I was crazy I'm not gay. I told him that is I why I wanted Shawn to get with us. He got up and looked like he was getting ready to leave and he said you are serious. I told him I wanted to see Shawn suck his cock. He said ok, but I'm not sucking his. I and Shawn got him undressed and got busy on his cock. He loves 2 people sucking him at once. I soon let Shawn take over for me and sure enough did. He had him groaning and begging to cum in no time. Shawn suck ever last bit of cum down his throat. We watched the rest of the movie and soon they had me in a DP and I was so loud the guy next door is yelling to keep it down. The next morning I was sucking Shawn and he walked in and I told him it was his turn and again he said no way. I told him if you want this pussy again you will get your ass over hear and give a him a BJ. I was just picking but I guess he didn't think so, because he pushed me a way and went right to town. He had Shawn crying that it felt so good and he sucked it dry when it was time. I told him I loved him after that. The weekend was a turning point for both of us. Before the weekend was out he had suck cock, fucked a man in the ass & had gotten fucked in the ass by a man. I knew then that I loved him. I might have been only 13 at the time but I knew. We made planes to be together forever. I ran away from home a couple of months later and stayed with Shawn until he got his divorce a yr. later. We now live in a different state and I leave when his kids come and visit so no one @ home knows that we are together. I wrote my parents a letter so they know I'm ok, but not where I'm at. I told them I was a lesbian and they are so prejudice I knew they would not try to find me. We got married when I was old enough. We have 2 great kids and still fuck 3-4 times a day. We add other people to our bed sometimes and we both are complty Bi now. I going make sure my children are comfortable with their bodies. I will let them experiment as much with sex as the want and show them how to be safe. My oldest is 10 and masturbates all the time, but she won’t have to be like I was. I got her a vibe and a dildo to use and told her sex will be much better if she takes her own virginity. She asks me the other day to help her do it with the dildo. I went to her room and ask her if she had anymore lube left and she said no, so I had to help her a little. I got down and licked her to a really good orgasm and then help her slid the dildo in. I then left while she fucked herself with it and I heard her screams of pleasure all the way down stairs. Her boyfriend Tim who is 20 is coming over later and she wants to surprise him with her now non virgin pussy. I hope you have enjoyed how I became a woman. I trying to find another virgin pussy for my husband it's been a long time since he has had one. |
Title: 1st time Part 2
Tags: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance
Introduction:
George takes his daughter again.
Content:
This Story based on a real life event but is all fiction.
George woke first and damn did he have a hangover. His head felt like it was about to bust open, and he was sick also. He knew from the past that he wouldn't be able to get much work done today. Should he call in sick or just struggle and go in anyway. He lay there staring at the ceiling figuring out what to do. He had sick leave built up, he hadn't missed a day in over a year, he felt like pure hell, and he had to piss.
He started to roll over when he realized his 9 year old daughter was lying next to him naked. What the fuck? He thought, why was she sleeping next to him and naked? Had he done something with her last night? Try as he might the night before was blank.
He eased out of bed, he couldn't wait to piss and get a shower. Maybe the hot water would clear his addled brain so he could remember what happened last night. He grabbed a pair of pants, shirt and underware and ran to the bathroom. Soon he stood under the hot water and concentrated on the night before. Then like a bolt of lightening it hit him all at once.
My God! He had raped his little girl and she let him. She had wanted him too, but how could he have done this to his baby? Now he felt like blowing his brains out.He was trying to figure out how to deal with what he had done when the bathroom door opened and there stood Crystal crying. George jumped out of the shower and grabbed her hugging her tight he started crying himself and whined " I'm so sorry baby." He intended on just giving her a fatherly kiss but as his lips neared her check she turned her head just enough so his lips met her's. George jerked back and released his daughter. "Honey I'm so sorry I should never have touched you." As he started to say something else she interupted him. "Daddy I'm fine. I woke up and thought you had left. I got scared and thought you didn't want me anymore. daddy I was so scared." She wraped her arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as she could. Her small chest was rubbing against his limp cock which made him realize he was standing with his daughter completely nude. He shoved her back and grabbed his robe and trying to get himself covered as fast as he could he put it on inside out. Crystal started laughing, " Daddy you have it on wrong." George couldn't care less he was fighting with his own emotions. He loved his daughter and he had raped her in his drunken stupor last night. Now that his beautiful little girl was here nude and had rubbed her bare chest against his cock like it was nothing at all. She then reached over and pulled his robe open, "Daddy fix your robe. I'm hungry and want some pancakes okay?" Geroge grabbed her hand to stop her. "Honey go get dressed and I'll fix breakfast. Now get." He added trying to sound stern but instead he sounded like a little kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Crystal again laughed and then shocked him with what she asked next. "Daddy did I do good last night? When can we do it again? I love you this much." She spread her arms as far as they would go. George simply wispered "I love you too baby. now go get dressed." Crystal looked hurt but went to dress. George turned his robe aound and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
George was busy cooking the pancakes when Crystal entered the kitchen and sat down at the table without saying a word. George turned around and almost dropped the plate of pancakes. He got the syrup and sat down across from Crystal. "How many baby?"
Crystal stared at her dad and held up two fingers, not saying a word. This was very ackward for both of them. Each trying to deal with their emotions. George felt like he was the lowest scum to walk the earth for what he had done. Crystal on the other hand was sore but wanted her father to make love to her again. Her small body had been awakened early in life but none the less awakened. After the pain of being penatrated for the first time, she had learned that a stiff cock in her pussy was the best feeling of her life. She had loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of her.But the greatest feeling was when she could feel her father's cock spasm as he shot his encestual sperm deep in her. It felt so smooth as it seeped out of her and ran down to her ass crack. She wanted all those feeling again, but her dad seemed distant now. Did he not love her as much as he said he did last night. She sat at the table and when he put the pancakes in front of her she just picked at them.
george knew he had to say something but what could a man say to make what happened last night allright.Still he had to find the words to tell her he regreted what he had done. "Honey what I did last night to you should never have happened." She tried to interupt him but he put a stop to her by holding up a finger. "Wait til I finish what needs to be said honey. I have to clear things up, and make you understand that I had no business doing that to you." He drew in a deep breath and then sighed. "Honey I love you so much. Last night I had to much to drink and wasn't thinking like I should have. Honey what happened last night was a mistake." Crystal took this last part as her daddy saying he didn't love her as much as she thought he did. After all her Aunt Clair had said thats what men did to show how much they love someone. She ran from the kitchen crying and slammed her bedroom shut as soon as she got inside.
George was right behind her but wasn't fast enough to stop her from locking the door. "Honey please open the door so we can talk. I'm so sorry can you ever forgive me. Please honey unlock the door." Crystal screamed at him. " NO! Daddy you don't love me like you said. If you did you wouldn't say that last night was wrong. GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" George stood there trying to let his mind take in what his daughter had just said. After several minutes he came to realize she thought that what he had done was a way for him to show his love for her."Honey I do love you more then life it's self. There are other ways to show you how much I love you. Please let me in so I can explain it to you. Baby please there is so much you need to understand." Crystal's crying had now turned to just sobs. ' " Daddy if I need anything explained I will get Aunt Clair to do it. She doesn't lie to me. She told me that what we did last night was how men show women they love them. Then you said it was wrong because you really don't love me like you said. Now leave me alone."
George's blood was boiling! What the fuck had Clair told his daughter that made her think sex was proven love.Then he remembered what had been said before. He had said yes when she asked if he loved her enough to want to have sex with her. Damn that fucking Clair she started all this by not letting him know about his daughter watching his fuck flicks. But as much as he felt like calling Clair and cussing her stupid ass out, he had to deal with this first. "Baby I love you more then anything in the world. If you will unlock the door and let me in I will show you how much I love you." He immediately knew he had said the wrong thing. He heard Crystal running to the door to unlock it. "Daddy I love you too. I really do want you to show me how much you love me again." George slowly entered his daughter's room. Crystal ran and hugged her daddy. "I knew you loved me. I knew you would want to show me your love as much as I want to show you." George froze in his tracks. His daughter was hugging him and asking him to fuck her again. "Oh daddy you do love me!" His thoughts were interupted by her words. He then realized he was getting hard from his daughter gyrating against him. he fought his urge to just give in and tried to seperate his daughter from him. "Baby please stop. We need to talk about this." George tried to reason with his little girl but was fast sinking into her will. "Daddy we can talk after you show me your love again. I need you to show me now that you still love me as much as I love you." George could feel himself giving in. His cock was now rock hard and Crystal had now slipped her hand inside his robe and was stroking his cock. As hard as he tried he had to admit deep down he wanted to fuck his daughter again.
George fought for another minute or so then leaned down and picked up Crystal and carried her to her bed. He kissed her gently on her lips until her small mouth parted and he could feel her tongue trying to get past his own lips. He kissed her deep while trying to get her clothes off her. He marveled at her small nipples as he exposed them. They were hard and stuck out about a quarter of an inch from her flat chest. He licked her right nipple and she moaned " I love that, it makes me feel so good. mmm." George was now fighting to get her pants and panties off. She helpped him by arching her back to let him slide her pants and underware off together. she was busy herself trying to get his robe open so she could feel his bare skin against hers. As soon as he had all her clothes off he went back to kissing every inch of her young body. He ripped his robe getting it off his own body. The only thoughts in his head now was he was going to fuck this beautiful little creature and she was willingly helping him. He climbed on top of her and kissed her checks, ears, and neck as he worked his hand between her open legs. he slid his finger into her and found she was already wet. Oh shit he thought a nine year old was being turned on so much she was already wet. Crystal was humming as he ravished her body again. No song just a constant humming noise. Every time he tried to move lower she would squeeze his cock with her little hand, forcing him to remain sucking and licking her small nipples and upper body. Not that George was complaining but her wanted to eat her out. He turned so his cock was level with her mouth and she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue against it's slit. George almost shot his load right then, but managed to get control again before he did. His mouth could now reach her young cunt, and he stared at her beautiful opening for a few moments before sliding his tongue into her lower lips. She Jumped slightly when his tongue touched her sore pussy lips. "Daddy I am sorry. i am a little sore from last night. But don't stop please." George didn't stop he just eased his tongue deep between her young cunt lips and stuck it in as far as he could. he had never tasted anything as sweet in his life. He pulled his tongue out and licked her from her small annal opening back up to her tiny clit. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue. It was barely big enough to lick, but she surprised him again as her small clit grew hard and stuck out a little more. He could now capture it with his lips and suck it for his beloved daughter. He sucked it in as much as he could. Crystal moaned and her humming became even louder. She might have screamed but the head of her fathers cock in her mouth was preventing much sound from escaping her fully streached lips. She had no intention of letting go of it either. She felt it's veins as she would run her young tongue along it. She loved the taste of the stuff seaping out of it, which she thought was her father's sperm because she had never been told the difference between pre cum and the real cum. George then pulled his cock away from her mouth and turned once again so their bodies were both facing the same way. He lined his cock up with her opening and asked if she was sure she wantd his love stick again. her answer was to grab hold of his wrist and shake her head yes. George leaned into her and felt his cockhead pop inside his daughter. God was she tight. He pushed into her as slow as he could. her whole body was quivering and he damn sure didn't want to hurt her if he could help it. But he was too far gone to ever stop his forward motion into her. He knew he had to have every inch of him in her. When he did get all the way in his balls were resting against her young ass. He remained still for awhile until she started to move under him. He then withdrew til only the head was left inside this bald young pussy. Then he bagan the journey back into her until he reached bottom and his balls again hit her ass. He repeated this for almost five minutes giving her the time needed to get use to being fucked. Only then did he start to pick up speed and readily start his fucking his daughter's tender pussy. Within minutes he was panting and sweating like a hog rutting. He was pistoning in and out of her and she was moving her tiny hips to try and match his movements. This was too much for george he groaned one last time and drove his cock into her as hard as he could. He remained burried all the way in her as he shot his seed deep in her womb. He thought at that moment she would be safe letting him cum in her until she would start her first period. He then pumped her a few more times milking the last of his cum into her and allowing his cock to soften before he pulled it out of her. Crystal wasted no time. dady had insructed her last night how to clean him and she was licking and kissing his cock before he knew what was happening. The difference was this time he wasn't drunk and his cock started getting hard again. As it grew hard crystal could get less and less in her small mouth. She now knew she loved his taste and wanted to do this as much as possible. George shoved her off his cock and reached down and got hold of her legs. He pulled them up over her flat chest and the spread them as far as he dare without hurting her. He lined his cock up with her opening and now slid back in her with ease. He would last much longer this time and he intended to fuck her with everything he had. He pounded into her pussy like a mad man. The harder he fucked her the more he wanted her. He kept fucking her in this position until he heard her say her legs were starting to get cramps. he allowed her to lower her legs and used his hands to wrap them on his hips. He was almost finished and knew it was only moments before he came in his daughter for the second time within an hour.He knew from now on things would never be the same between them ever again. He had to except the fact he would fuck her every chance he would get, but had to make her promise never to tell anyone about their love making. He became stiff all over as he shot his load deep into his daughter again. He came harder then he ever had with anyone before. His whole body was racked with his climax and he couldn't move even if he had wanted to until he empitied every drop of his seed in her womb. As his cock softened he rolled off his daughter exhausted from his efforts. Crystal started to lick him clean again but he begged her not to. " Please baby no more I need to rest and get my breath back." crystal smiled and slid up under his arm laying her head on his chest. " I love you daddy." Once again they fell asleep in each others caress, but both slept soundly this time. At least until George heard the door bell ring. |
Title: 1st Time pt3.
Tags: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Male / Females, Young
Introduction:
George Answers the door and there stands Clair
Content:
George jumped up grabbed his torn robe and headed for the door. He was cussing himself for not making Crystal put on her night clothes before she fell asleep. As he neared the door it rang again. He jerked it open to see Clair standing there glaring at him. "What the fuck is your problem Clair? Give a guy time to answer the fucking door before ringing it off it's hinges." Clair just pushed past him and entered the house. " Come with me George this can't wait." Clair headed to the kitchen. "I need some coffe and you better fix yourself some too." george clanced at the clock on the stove 4:00 am."Why the hell are you here this time of night? What's this all about?" George was now pissed at her for several reasons but waking him after what happened just a few hours ago was at the top of his list. "George first cover that up. How did you tear your robe like that? And please get some coffe on?" Clair was staring at his exposed cock and he realized in his hurry to get his robe off he had torn it from the tie string all the way to the bottom hem, leaving an opening right in front of his cock." Thats a long story but I didn't know it tore that bad. Sorry." Shit he had just said he was sorry to Clair, his former sister-inlaw. She was his ex's twin sister and they had hated each other for years. Now she was here at four am and acting all strange. "Clair I'll fix the coffe but you need to tell me why you are here at this time of night. Why the hell didn't you just call?"
Clair hung her head and almost wispered. " Tom kicked me out last night. Well early this evening around eight oclock. I was here earlier this evening but you and Crystal were busy with eachother. I started to call the cops on you but changed my mind." Clair raised her head and once again there was a glare in her eyes. "I need your help getting my things and getting even with that sorry bastard Tom. If you agree with what I want then I'll keep my mouth shut. If you won't help, well then I'll do what I have too."
George slumped down beside the counter and dropped his head. He couldn't face the fact Clair had caught him fucking Crystal and was now using it to force him to help her. " George what's it going to be? Are you going to help me or what?" when he didn't answer her she reached over to where he was setting and grabbed his cock which became semi-hard immediately. "The first part of my plan I am sure I can make you enjoy. I want you to fuck my brains out, just like you were pounding your daughter when I saw you through the window. Now get up George I am not going to call the police and I can promise you no one else will ever know either. Now get up and lets talk over coffee." she gave a slight tug on his cock then let go. George managed to fix two cups of coffee and joined Clair at the table.
As Clair downed the last of her coffee she handed the cup to George. " Another cup please. I need you to call Tom and ask him if you can borrow some tool or something. When he agrees I will go with you and get my stuff. It's that simple. He won't show his ass if you are with me, and i don't have anyone else who will help me." George refilled both cups and sat and listened to her. He knew he would help her but still had no idea why she was turning to him for help. He hadn't spoken to Tom in over a year. He had to admit he really didn't care for Tom much. Tom had told him several times that he should have stuck by his wife no matter what. Tom was to dumb to understand that he had tried to stick by her, but she refused to let him. Her dope was far more important to her then anything else, even her daughter or him.
"Well George what do you think?" Clair's words brought him back to what was going on in his kitchen. As he looked at her he could see her skirt was now hiked up around her waist, and she wasn't wearing anything under it. He had a direct view of her shaved pussy. His mouth dropped open, and he swallowed hard like he was swallowing a big glup of water all at one time. "Wow! Ughhh....You are serious aren't you? I mean you really do want to sleep with me?" Clair smiled and grabbed his hand and pulled him over the edge of the table. She leaned over to meet him and planted a long deep tongue kiss on him. She was done with her coffee and done talking for now. She stood and kissed him again with even more passion. Her right hand found his cock again and she stroked it. George didn't wait to be invited to check her out either. His right hand slid under her blouse, and bra, and he cupped her left breast and squeezed it. Soon they were removing her clothes and George let his robe fall to the floor. He had every intention of taking her right there on the kitchen table when Clair pulled back. " No you don't. Where is Crystal sleeping? She doesn't need to wake up and catch us." George thought for a second then he took the lead. "The guest room is at the other end of the house. " We will go there. I am going to enjoy this Clair. You know that don't you? I have wanted you ever since I first met you years ago." George was talking as they walked to the guest room. " I didn't think you were the least bit interested, so I never tried to start anything with you." Clair looked at him and then put her arm around his waist as they walked in the room. " I was married to Tom and felt I had to be true to him. But now it's pay back time for his cheating on me." With that she kissed George long and deep. They had taken the time to gather their clothes and George now threw them in the corner. His hands were all over Clair. He squeezed her 34D tits and ran his hands down her slim waist to the top of her shaved pussy before sliding them back up to squeeze her tits again. Hell he thought she was a duplicate of his former wife in size, and figured she weighed about a hundred pounds and stood at a nice 5' 1". Even her shoulder length red hair was the same. He kissed her neck and then her shoulders working his way down her body. Next his mouth found her left tit with it's three quarter inch protruding nipple. It was Hard as hell, yet soft and smooth. He suckled it for a few moments before trying the other one. "Oh George we should have done this years ago." Clair was having trouble breathing as she moaned her pleasure of George working her body over, at the same time as trying to express her desire for him. He was busy exploring her body and working down toward her pussy. His right hand found it first and he loved the fact that she was already soaking wet. He slid a finger in to her and she moaned loudly. He slowly fingered her pussy as he moved her to the bed. Once there he gently layed her on it with her legs still draped over the edge. She was wet as hell but very tight. He had a finger sliding in and out of her and was trying to get a second finger in. He was already starting to sweat. Then he heard her soft voice. "Please George fuck me. Oh yes! God that feels so good!" He felt her body spasm as she reached her first climax. Clair squirted her own juices out onto his hand and the bed. "Now George! Please I need you in me! Oh God i can't wait any longer fuck me George!" He had not even tasted this pussy and he wasn't about to pass up the oportunity to do so. he pulled his fingers back and drove his mouth hard against her pussy. He shoved his tongue in her as far as possible and she screamed. "George you motherfucker that.....Oh God I'm cummmmmming! Oh God Yessssss!" Clair was yelling at the top of her lungs. George continued to eat her pussy as she shot her love juices into his willing mouth. He had never had any woman who squirted her juices. He loved the taste of her and even though she was screaming for him to fuck her he was in heaven just eating her pussy out. He had her clit in his mouth and it felt wonderful. It ws about a half inch long and about the size of a pencil. He would suck it then flick his tongue over it then suck some more. Clair had her fingers tangled in his hair and was pulling him even tighter against her pussy. She was humping that pussy against his tongue and screaming for him to fuck her. He pulled back from her pussy and raised up enough to allow him to line up his cock with her inviting pussy lips. He shoved forward and her lips parted for him to enter her. George managed to get the head in her but had to work at getting the rest of his 9 inch cock in her. Thrusting in and out going deeper with each forward thrust until he was burried all the way to his balls in her. She grabbed him around his neck and they kissed long and hard. her tongue exploring his mouth and his tongue was exploring her mouth. Their tongues fought for minutes before he started to pump his cock in her. George wasn't worried about taking it easy on her. Quite the reverse was true. He wanted to fuck her as hard as he could and as fast as he could. He pounded her hard and fast and knew it wouldn't last long at this pace but this was what they both wanted him to do. Moments later he felt his balls tighten at the same time as Clair screamed she was cumming. They came at the same time and it seemed to go on forever.George could feel her juices shooting against his cock and his own rope after rope of cum shooting into her womb. As both finished they collasped and lay joined for minutes afterward. Clair kissed George and let her tongue do it's dance inside his mouth for a deep passionate kiss. " Thank you! I needed that more then you will ever know baby." Clair was speaking so softly he had trouble hearing her because of his own rapid breathing and heart pounding. They kissed again then George got off her and lay on the bed beside her. "God that was something else." George then rolled on his side facing away from Clair.
"Why Clair....?" George asked, but then stopped. "Why what? He thought for a second before continuing. "I mean why did you tell Crystal that a stiff dick was a man's way of showing his love for a woman." Clair laughed then sat sraight up in bed. " Are going to tell me you didn't love what just happened? And you damn sure seemed to be loving it when I saw you fucking the shit out of Crystal.There are all kinds of love George. I loved the feel of that big cock of yours sliding in and out of my pussy. That's one kind of love. Love of sex. Then there is the fact that I have been in love with you for some time now. For years George. I also love Crystal." She then started crying and snuggled into George's back. George was shocked, and confused. Wasn't it Clair who had ignored him for years, acting like you was better then the rest of them? Wasn't it Clair who had told him on more then one occassion that the only reason she came around at all was to see her neice? Now she was telling him she had been in love with him for years, why? She was married to Tom and saying she loved him? Taking all this in to consideration why had she told Crystal the shit she did? Was this all part of her scheme? As these thought were racing through his mind, Clair was pushing against his back and sobbing into his shoulder. Her left arm was draped over his waist and her hand rested on his cock. George noticed his cock starting to get hard again. But before this went any further he wanted some answers. "I'll be right back. Call of nature." He tryed to sound like everything was normal. He needed to get to the bottom of this and laying next to her with her hand on his cock wasn't the way to get those answers. He got up went to the bathroom and pissed. Then he sat down and put his chin in his palms.
What was Clair's plan that she wanted his help with? Was what she told Crystal part of the plan? Could he really trust her, knowing how she had acted in the past? Was there something else going on that he wasn't aware of? He did come to one conclussion. He would take his two weeks vacation so he could figure this all out. He went into the living room and phoned his assistant at home. He glanced at the clock on the cable box 5:23. Fred should be up already. The phone rang three times before a female voice answered. "Hello" she said and sounded like she had just woke up. " Sue this is George is Fred there? I have some things to get straightened out at home and need him to take over for a couple weeks." He tried to sound like it was no big deal, him taking off without having planned it with Fred. " My God George, what is wrong. You don't just call and say you are taking off like this. Is Crystal ok?" Sue came across as scared there might be something seriously wrong.
"Everyone is fine Sue. I ugh.... just need some time off to ugh.... get some things around here straight. Where is Fred?" George was fast trying to come up with something that sounded beleivable. Sue was right he didn't do things like this. hell in the last 9 years he had only took off twice. Once with the flue and the other time when Crystal had broke her arm at kindergarden when she fell off a swing. " I have a relative visiting that has a problem they need my help with. UGH... It's something I promised to keep quite about Sue." George was partly telling the truth and hoped he had sounded calm about it. "Fred! It's George. He needs to talk to you so hurry up." Sue was a small woman about 4'10" and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet. There were two things big about her though. Her 36D tits which she liked to show off by what she wore. George thought they were far to big for her size, but Fred had paid good money for them as he had said on many an occassion. The other big thing was her mouth. When Sue spoke she sounded like she was the boss, laying down the law to whom ever she was talking too.
"Hey Buddie what's up?" Fred was always the happy type. One could almost see the smile in his voice. How the hell he and Sue ever got together he still couldn't figure out. Fred stood at 6' 2" and weighted close to 250 pounds. Like himself Fred had a body in great shape. Lifting and carring steel beams, and other building material had provided both with six pak abs and real good leg and arm muscles. "Well you going to tell me what's up or not?" Fred laughed. "Ugh I have some relatives here who need my help with a very personal problem and I told them I would. So I need you to take over for awhile. Plus I figured I could take a couple weeks vacation and do something with them." George knew Fred would love taking over. He just hoped he wouldn't ask too many question which he wasn't about to answer even if he could. " Love too. Need my help with anything? If you do you know all you have to do is ask." Fred was all excited and George could tell he wasn't going to ask questions. "Thanks Fred I knew I could count on you. I'll give you a call if I need you but I think I can handle it myself. They want to keep it quite for now." He knew Fred well enough that he would not pry unless he asked for his help. " Gotta run Fred. Talk to you later. bye." Fred couldn't have cared less really. He had been after George to let him do more anyway. Now he would be running the business for a couple weeks. " Bye Buddie catch you later. Don't worry about a thing pal if I run into a problem you know I'll call you." Fred hung up.
George went and put on a fresh pot of coffee and started fixing breakfast for himself, Clair, and Crystal. He put the bacon in a pan and walked to the guest bedroom to get Clair. She was setting on the side of the bed and her eyes were red from crying so much. George walked over and pulled her to her feet. He gave her a long deep kiss. " Get dressed Clair. I called Fred and told him I was taking some time off. Everything will be okay. I will help you and you can stay here as long as you want. Now get dressed and I'll meet you in the kitchen." George kissed her again and headed for the kitchen to finish fixing breakfast.
George got busy cooking eggs, bacon, and his favorite home made biscuits and sausage gravy. He was so busy he forgot about all the questions that had been surging in his mind earlier. It wasn't until Clair walked into the kitchen that the questions flooded back in. The first question kind of summed it all up. Why was this beautiful, hot woman who had scorned him for years, now standing in his kitchen wanting him to help her get back at her husband? But there were so many other questions too. What was behind her tell his daughter a stiff cock was a sign of a man's love? Was she being honest when she said she loved him? Many questions and so far no real answers. "Clair it's time for some answers." George pointed to a kitchen chair and poured two cups of coffee. " As you know, I have a buch of questions that I need answers too." Clair cut him off. "George if you give me a minute I can explain every thing. Some of it is going to be hard on you but it's time to get everything out in the open." George stared blankly at her. Another question poped into his head. What was she meaning about getting everything out in the open. " George you remember when my sister left you for over a month, because you were trying to force her to get help with her drug problems?" George shook his head yes. " Well she came to our house and while she was there her and Tom slept together many times. I was working nights and didn't know anything about it until the night she left and came back to you." George couldn't beleive what Clair was saying. His former wife had screwed her sister's husband in her own house? " Why the hell wasn't I told about this?" Clair leaned over and put her hand over his mouth. "Let me finish George there is a lot more to it. Her and Tom not only slept together but she got pregnant by him. I need you to be honest with me because I have to ask you something very important. Was she telling the truth about you not having sex with her for several weeks after she came back to you?" George didn't know what to say or how she knew about him not wanting sex with his wife when she came home. "Yea it's true. It was almost two months before we made love again. That's when she got pregnant with Crystal." Clair cut him off. "No it isn't. Crystal wasn't born early like she told you, she was full term. Crystal is Tom's child not yours and I have proof. I am not telling you this to hurt you but you need the truth." With that she pulled a paper out of her pocketbook and instructed him to read it. George took the paper and opened it up. Paternity test of Infant child Crystal Lynn Davis. He looked at the results. 99.996% positive Thomas Brandon Smith is the father. George collasped in the chair as all emotion drained from him. " When was this done?" Clair reached over and took his hand and squeezed it. " It was done just before they left the hospital. The only one's who knew was myself and Tom. By the time the results were back my sister wasn't speaking to me, so she never found out. We decided maybe having a child would get her to straighten up. Instead she got worse and by then you had excepted Crystal as yours. I admit I hated Crystal for a long time because she was the child my husband could never give me."
"I'm sorry you were never told. But you loved her so much and you were... are a great father to her. The reason I was crying so hard earlier was because of what I did to both of you. I told Crystal the things I did because I wanted to force you to fuck her. I kept telling her that if you loved her as much as you was telling her then you would show her your love by putting your penis in her. I have been telling her these things for a long time." As clair talked George sat there like a zombie. He couldn't beleive what was being explained to him. " Tom promised me that he would never cheat on me again and I told him if he ever did I would get even by doing something to his daughter. This all started about two months ago when I walked in on him fucking a litttle whore from where I work. I went off and beat the hell out of her and told Tom it was over. I stayed though, until last night when he came in half drunk with some bitch he picked up at a bar. There was a big fight and I came here. What I did to you and Crystal, I should never have done." George had let what was said sink in now it was his turn. "So what you said about your feeling was just another lie? Don't you think it's time to confess it all. No more bullshit! Is that clear?" Clair glared at him. " I am tell you the truth! All of it so set there and let me finish George. I was telling you the truth about loving you. At first I felt sorry for you being stuck with a child by yourself and her not even being yours. But over time I came to love you more and more. When Tom wanted sex I was thinking about you. About how great it would feel to have you holding me and making love to me. For over a year I thought about leaving Tom and coming to you. You want honest then here it is. The only reason I didn't was Crystal. Every time I would look at her all I could see or think about was she was the child I couldn't have, My husband and sister's child. The child he would never give me. Tom had a vasectomy right after he got her pregnant, knowing I wanted a child of my own. That's the reason I resented her so much. He said that he didn't want children and tried to tell me my sister wasn't pregnant by him. The baby wasn't his. I forced him to get the paternity test because I knew she was his. For too long all I could think was the bastard could knock my sister up but didn't want children by me and got himself fixed so he wouldn't. I started talking to Crystal several months ago, when she asked me why boys stand up to pee and girls set down. I put one of your tapes out so she could find it. Then I walked in pretending to catch her watching it. I told her women have a vagina, which she calls a virgina. and a man has a penis. I told her the man and woman in the film loved eachother very much and he was showing her how much he loved her by putting his penis in her. Then I asked if you ever showed her how much you love her. I kept talking to her about you having sex with her and told her to even call me when she had gotten you to show her how much you love her. She called the other day and told me about you taking her. I know you are pissed and i am so sorry I did it. Can you ever forgive me for that?" George looked her straight in the eyes and then pulled her close to kiss her. "No one held a gun to my head and made me fuck her. I have already come to grips with it and enjoy her tiny pussy. I know you may not beleive me but I will, as you put it show her my love again and again. I want to show you my love also if you want me too." Clair didn't wait she wrapped her arms around him and almost screamed. " Oh God yes I do want you to show me your love again and as many times as you can." She started to massage his cock but he stopped her. It was time to get Crystal up for school. "After Crystal leaves for school we can finish talking." He called Crystal and told her time to get ready for school. When she came into the kitchen she ran to Clair. "Aunt clair what are you doing here? I'm glad you are. daddy can I stay home with Aunt Clair?" Before George could answer Clair spoke up. " Honey I will be here when you get home okay? I might be staying here for a long time would you like that?" Crystal loved the idea and then hugged Clair. "Remeber our special secret is just between you, and me, ... and your dad." Crystal smile and shook her head yes. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Daddy are you going to show Aunt Clair you love her too?" Clair looked at George and he smiled at her. " He already has honey and he's going to again. If fact he is going to show both us how much he loves us. Aren't you George?" George got a huge smile on his face. " "Yes baby I am going to show both my women how much I love them. Aunt Clair will be living here from now on if she meant what she said. Maybe we can even give you a baby brother or sister to play with." Clair smiled and was shaking her head up and down as hard as she could.
This was what she wanted very much. Crystal Jumped up and down with joy. George was smiling from ear to ear. None the less he was still wondering what tomorrow would bring and what pleasure the rest of the day would bring. He was hoping for it to turn into a long night also. |
Title: 1st time pt 4
Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Death, Domination/submission, Group Sex, Older Male / Female, Virginity
Introduction:
The Final chapter .
Content:
George was in heaven for the next week. Hell he had two beautiful women catering to his every sexual need. But on the following Friday evening things were about to change. It was about 11 pm when the phone rang and rang and rang. George normally didn't answer the phone after 9 pm for anyone but who ever it was wasn't hanging up. After the phone rang about ten times he relented and grabbed it.
"What?" was the way he answered. "George it's Frank." his voice sounded desperate. "I need to meet with you right now. The Davis project is all fucked up. Mr davis is threating to sue the shit out of you if you don't do something about it." George screamed at Frank to get his attention. "FRANK STOP!" then in a calmer voice. " Now what happened and what needs to be fixed?" Frank sucked in a big breath and then the phone was silent. "Frank? FRANK YOU THERE?" George waited a few seconds then hung up waited a minute and hit *69 to find the number Frank had called from. This time it was George who let the phone ring off the hook but still no answer. George tried again and again without any answer.George had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get an answer at Frank's. He turned to the stairs and yelled up to Clair and Crystal. "Clair, Crystal come down here a minute. Something is going on at work and I can't get hold of Frank."
Clair and Crystal both came rushing down stairs, both naked as jay birds. "What's up Hon?" Clair asked as she hit the living room door. "I have no idea what it is that's gone wrong. That was Frank who called and he just said he had to meet me right away. Something about the Davis project is messed up and old man Davis is hot about it. That's all I got from him before the phone went dead. So since I can't get an answer I am just going to have to run over there to see what the fuck is going on."
George was about to ask Clair to grab his clothes when the front door burst open and Frank rushed in. He froze in his tracks as he saw George, Clair, and Crystal all standing in front of him naked. To make matters worse he could clearly see the cum oozing down Crystals legs. "Holy shit George! Are you fucking your own daughter? Who is that?" Pointing at Clair. "What the fuck are you doing?" George yelled for him to shut the fuck up and Frank just stood there with his mouth hanging open, unable to move or say anything else. Everyone was just staring at the others and the silence was nerve racking.
After a minute or so Clair broke the silence. "If you can calm down, I will try to explain." Frank turned his head toward her. "Calm down? I come here to tell George he has to talk to Davis to keep him from suing his ass off and I walk in on a fucking fuck fest!" Frank let them have it all at once. " calm down when I can clearly see George ihas been fucking his daughter and who the hell ever you are. I got accused of trying to fuck Davis's old lady and it could cost us thousands of dollars and maybe the business." He drew a deep breath and continued. " So why the fuck should I calm down? That dumb ass will be sent to prison for fucking his daughter and..." He never finished what he was trying to say as George slapped him up side the head. "Frank shut the hell up and listen. Set down and pay attention to what I am about to say........ eithr that or get the fuck out of my house! Crystal is not my... Things aren't what they seem. This is Clair my ummmm ex- sister inlaw and what was going on here is none of your business Frank." George was pissed that Frank had came in without knocking more then he was about what he had seen. "Who the hell gave you permission to just bardge into my house without knocking first? Do I come bardging into your house like some crazed fool? How dare you?" Clair cut him off by grabbing his arm and spinning him to face her. She looked up at him with those cum here eyes and he just sighed and leaned down and kissed her. "Okay you deal with it Clair." He walked over to the sofa and sat down beside Frank who had ended up there himself a few moments earlier.
Clair looked at Crystal and she went and sat beside her father. "Okay now lets try this again shall we? Frank. My name is Clair and as of about a week ago I live here with George and Crystal. I won't go into the details right now because I think you have a problem you need George to address right now that is more important. So we will start by you telling us what is so serious that it couldn't wait til morning." Frank had his eyes glued on Clairs body as she spook to him. He heard the words but his mind didn't receive what he heard. " Oh yea. I ugh...sorry I missed part of what you said." Clair laughed when she realized how all this looked. Frank sat fully clothed and the rest were completly naked. She also noticed Frank had a huge hard on. "Crystal please go get our robes. Frank please explain why you came here, and why it couldn't wait til morning." Frank cleared his throat and swallowed hard. "Well I really wanted to talk to George alone. But I guess I might as well just say it." Crystal arrived with the robes and after waiting for them to cover up Frank began. " I went to the Davis house with the changes his wife had wanted to the designs." Frank was beet red as he tried to talk. " His wife came to the door and said he was asleep but I could discuss the changes with her. She led me into the study and I spread the blue prints out on the table. Well I tried to but she kept rubbing against me and pushing me forward till I was having to bend over the table to keep my balance." George couldn't help himself any longer and started laughing as Frank continued telling his story. "She had her hands wrapped around my waist trying to undo my belt. I told her that she needed to stop and twisted around to free myself from her hug." George was still laughing and Clair was giving him a strange look. "Honey Please this doesn't sound one bit funny. Now knock it off. Let Frank finish explaining what happened." Frank looked at Clair. "Thank you mam....ugh Clair. Well she had pulled my belt loose and then Davis walked in to the room." That was it George burst into a belly shaking laugh. " My God Frank didn't you tell him you........ugh.......you weren't interested in his wife?" Fank turned red again before he spoke. " You mean did I tell him I like cock instead of .... a woman? Sorry I should have said I prefer men over women. No I didn't he was screaming about how he saw me with my pants half off and his wife with her robe open. Shit George I didn't even notice her. I admit I have looked at their son but I damn sure wasn't interested in his wife." George wiped his eyes and tryed his best to not laugh anymore. "Frank don't worry about it. I will drive over to his house first thing in the morning and straighten things out." Hell maybe he was jealous that his old lady was hitting on you instead of him. I know he..." George let the rest of what he was going to say just fade away. Frank looked at him and then a smile crossed his face. Frank didn't even take time to think about what he was going to say. " He's fucking Bi? Damn and I didn't notice!
Shit and he isn't bad looking either." This brought laughs from Clair, Crystal, and George.
After Frank had calmed down Clair volunteered to explain what he had walked in on. "Frank yes we are all three lovers. I don't think you need all the details but Crystal is on George's daughter because he was married to her mother, my twin sister." Frank sat and listened to everthing as Clair spent the next ten minutes relaying the story. George excused himself for a bathroom break and as soon as he left the room. " Damn he is one hot hunk of man meat. Damn shame he isn't gay." Frank had been watching George walk out of the room. Clair and Crystal laughed at Frank's remarks but totaly agreed with him. Clair pulled Franks arm to get his attention back to her. "Frank maybe George can take care of Davis and maybe even we can work something out for you in the process. You are a good looking man. Would you be interested if we can fix you up with Davis? " That got Franks attention. "Hell Yes!" Clair was forming a plan and waited until George returned. "Honey are you sure Davis is Bi? Frank would like to get hooked up with him. Can you manage to help him out?" George thought about how he could fix Frank up with Davis without coming right out and admitting he knew he liked guys as well as females. "Yea but it will require some help from you. How much do you want to help Frank?" Without waiting for an answer, " You will have to let him seduce you. Then when he has his cock ready. I will take it from there." Clair looked at George and he saw a wicked little grin cross her face. George smiled and knew right then the plan would work. He looked at the clock, Almost 3:30 am. "Frank it's late so just crash down here in the guest room, we are going to turn in.
" Frank said goodnight and headed for the guest room. No sooner had the door closed when he started thinking about Davis. What was his first name? Oh Yea Richard. Dick for short. Frank could only imagine feeling his cock sliding in and out of his ass, or him sliding his own cock into Richard's mouth or ass. He thought how great it would feel to face fuck Richard and have him run his tongue the entire 8 inches of his cock from his nut sack to the tip. What it would feel like to have his balls tighten up ready to shoot his..."Oh Shit! George is going be pissed." Frank had just shot his load all over himself and the guest bed covers. He then realized his mind was so involved with the thoughts of richard Davis he hadn't even realized he was jerking himself off. He grabbed a wash cloth from the guest bath and clean the bed as best as he could then he showered and turned in for the night. George, Clair, and Crystal had gone straight to sleep exhausted from the long day, besides mornig was only a couple hours away.
George woke to a warm mouth wrapped around his hard cock. He knew it was Crystal's young mouth waking him and he loved it. He thought about spending the next couple hours sucking and fucking her young body but then remembered he had work to do. "What time is it baby?"
Crystal stopped her bobbing her head up and down on him just long enough to mumble "Clair is fixing breakfast for all of us. She told me to come wake you. So do you like how I decided to wake you daddy?" George didn't answer he just grabbed his daughter's hair with his left hand and started fucking her face. He slid his right hand between her legs and wasn't suprised to find a soaking wet pussy for his efforts. Letting go of her hair and grabbing her around her small hips he pulled her so he could get his mouth on her pussy. They didn't waste a moment devoring each other. George was ready to shoot his thick cum down his daughter's throat when she started bucking and spasms racked her climaxing body. George didn't even try to hold back he blasted stream after stream of his cum into her willing mouth and down her throat. crystal didn't waste a drop either. Just as they started to spiral down from their sexual highs Clair yelled. " OK you two get down here and eat some food instead of each other." George smiled and then kissed a lovers kiss. Their tongues dancing in each others mouth and a renewed passion started to build between them. George had ideas of getting a good fuck before facing Davis, but Clair calling out again stopped that idea. Crystal and George slipped on their robes and headed for the kitchen.
When they got there Frank was already eating his food and nodde when Crystal said good morning to him. George said hey Frank sleep well? Frank paused eating to watch George set down at the far end of the table." Great! Hell I didn't even think about yesterday at all. Slept like a king."
George just smiled and reached for the phone, and his plate of food.He dialed the Davis home and Mr. Davis answered. " Mr Davis this is George and I understand we need to talk about what happened yesterday. Okay I will be there about 9:00 then. As I said we can discuss that when I get there see you shortly. Gota make some more calls see you then. Bye! george wasn't about to get into a pissing contest with davis on the phone.
true to his word George arrived at 9:00 am.
Davis came storming out the door. "The guy you put in charge was caught trying to fu........." Davis stopped what he was saying when he saw Clair. "Richard this is Clair and she came along to see what the job looks like. If you don't mind before we talk I need to check things out to see where we are. I'll be in so we can talk in lets say ten to fifteen minutes. If it takes longer I am sure Clair will be glad to keep you company till I get finished." George had his plan down pat. He would call Clair's cell in about five minutes and she would then put the plan rolling. He took off across the field to where the new warehouse was going up.
Richard invited Clair in explaining his wife was working and wouldn't be back til after 5 pm. No sooner had they entered the living room then Clair started the plan without waiting for George's call. " Mr. davis could I trouble you for something cold to drink?" Richard was checking her out. His eyes were glued to the short skirt and tight blouse. he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and when she sat down she had let the skirt ride up so he could see there weren't any panties either. "Oh sorry my mind was elsewhere. A cold drink? What... would a cola be ok or would you like something else?" Clair gave him her sexest smile and noticed his pants buldging out. "Cola is fine......ugh....Mr. Davis" Damn he is a horny son-of-a-bitch and looks like he has a good size cock. Clair was thing to herself. "I'll be right back and please call me Rich." Davis's mind was also in high gear. Got why the hell did she spread her legs when she sat down? Did she want me to see her shaved pussy? Wonder if I say something how she will react? Damn she is hot! He grabbed a cola from the frig and hurried back into the living room just in time for him to hear her cell phone ring. " Hello. Oh George is there something wrong? I'll tell him George love you to. Clair Smiled as she hung up the phone knowing this was going to be fun. "Rich George said he will be back in about a hour he needs to take care of something before you two talk. Is that okay?" Richard nodded yes as he was busy looking at Clair's pussy since she had spread her legs even further. His cock was starting to hurt but he wasn't sure if he should make a move on her or not. George was here to talk about his man trying to fuck his wife. What would happen if he hit on his woman and she said something to George. Shit his plan had been to get Frank in a compromising situation so he could demand a huge discount for the work. It had worked perfect so far, but that fucking pussy staring him directly in his face was impossible to resist. Oh what the fuck he could always deny that he hit on her if she opened her mouth. "Clair I ugh.....was wondering if.......never mind." Clair looked at him and then made her move. "Rich I can tell you have been enjoying the view. But wouldn't you enjoy yourself more if you didn't have those tight pants on. I mean I can tell the buldge is uncomfortable to say the least." then she laughed and reached over and put her hand over his." We have plenty of time to get to know each other before George will be back. Besides he is going to call when he is on his way back." Richard Davis couldn't find his voice for several minutes. When he did he had trouble thinking what to say. "Clair.......ugh........We just met.......I mean yes it is uncomfortable.....but I'm not sure........well I ......Shit yea I have been enjoying the view. I would love to.." Clair cut him off by pulling him close and planting a wet kiss square on his lips forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. That was all it took even though he stood 6' 2" and had the body of an super athlete he was immediately under her control. She used her free hand to start pulling at his shirt trying to free it from his pants, while she wrapped her other hand around his neck and continued their tongue fight. Richard was trying his best to help her in any way he could. He was working as fast as he could to unbuckle his pants to free his raging hardon. In a manner of seconds he had his pants and shorts around his ankles. His 7 inch rock hard cock sticking straight out leading the way. Clair sopped kissing Richard and turned her attention to his cock. As she wrapped her hand around his cock Richard was trying to get his finger between her legs. It wasn't that Clair was resisting it was just that Richard was so excited he was like a young boy on his first date, fumbling to get his hand were he wanted it. He was in heaven at the thought of getting her bald pussy or mouth or both wrapped around his cock. He had completely forgoten that George and her came here to discuss Frank. Clair on the other hand was completely disgusted with the idea of him fingering her, or that this stupid fucker could ever think he had a chance to fuck her. She had pushed the walkie talkie button so she knew George was hearing everything that was going on, but where the fuck was he? He was suppose to only let it get to where this prick has his cock exposed then he would walk in on them. Clair had to think fast or Richard would have his finger inside her. "Rich honey I need to go to the bathroom first. Then we can pick up where we leave off." She made sure to jack his cock several times to keep him where she wanted him. "Okay it's at the end of the hall on the right." Richard let her get up and head for the bathroom. He removed the last of his clothes and played with his cock as he waited. After a minute he saw what he thought was his prize returning from the bathroom. She still had her skirt on and her blouse had been buttoned back up. He knew immediately he had been set up, but to little to late as the front door opened and George walked in. He half expected there to be some serious shit to hit the fan. George just smiled and handed Richard a envelope. "I suggest you look at this then we can talk." Richard took the envelope and pulled it's contents out. "Holy shit!" It was polaroids of him and Clair with him shoving his hand up under her skirt. The next one showed his hard cock inches away from her and from the angle it looked like she was pushing it away. " What do you want George? Why the fuck did you set me up?" George's smile disappeared. " Listen asswhole! Do you think other fuckers haven't tried to fuck me out of my rightful money? But now it is my turn. Your little attempt to fuck me out of my money will now cost you 25% more." Richard tried to plead his case but George cut him off. " Look you dumb fuck I know your wife was in on it otherwise you would never have chossen to try and use Frank. Hell any blind man could see clear as hell he is gay. So here is the deal and you will agree to it or these pictures will end up in certain peoples hands and you will be really fucked. Do I make myself clear?" Richard had long ago lost his hardon and just stood there naked knowing he had no choice except to agree. " George I am sorry. I was wrong but I will do anything to correct it." George shoved Richard backwards on to the couch. " Understand this you damn sure will do what I want or I get the pictures into the right peoples hands. Now shut the fuck up and speak only when I ask you to. since you tried to use Frank to take advantage of me you will make amends to him also. I will have him come over here after I am finished with you and you will let him do whatever he wants to you." Richard couldn't help himself. "NO WAY IN HELL! I'M NO FUCKING QU..." He never finished because George had punched him in the mouth as hard as he could. " I told you keep you mouth shut unless I tell you to answer me. Oh yes you will let him suck your cock or fuck your ass or what ever he says." Clair had stood listening to George and enjoying every minute of it. She leaned over and whispered in George's ear. George turned to look at her. "Baby are you sure? I guess that would be an idea but are you sure that's what you want me to do?" Clair gave him a deep kiss and assured him Crystal would agree with her suggestion if she was here. Then she gave him another deep kiss. "Rich darling there is more then just your ass and the money that you will agree to give in the deal. You will call your wife and tell her to come home right away. She isn't about to get away with nothing for her part in this shit. George is going to have the pleasure of fucking each and every hole she has while Frank is fucking you. I will record all the action just in case you have the fucking idea that you will back out at some point or try some other stupid shit. Now make the fucking call!" Clair pointed to the phone and to her suprise Richard took it and dialed. " Honey I need you to come home right now. No I can't explain it on the phone. Yes it does have to do with that. Just get here as soon as you can." Richard was scared shitless and when he hung up the phone he was crying. " What the fuck are you crying about? " Clair was totally pissed at him for the shit he tried to do to her man. "Well answer her!" George was also not going to be easy on the prick. " It's just that I have never even thought about doing anything with a man, and my wife hasn't been with anyone except me." Richard was doing his best to control himself but he was so scared he couldn't stop the tears. George had been making a call and laughed when he hung up. "Frank said give an hour so he could shower and get ready for rich. I think he shot off all over himself at the thought of fucking poor old Richard here." Clair shook her head and laughed. " How long before your old lady gets here?" Richard hung his head and wiped his eyes. " She will be here in about half an hour." George looked at the sofa and then reached down and pulled out the full size bed from the couch. " A sleep sofa. Perfect1 Get your ass over here and don't open your mouth when your wife arrives." He looked at Clair and both of them started taking their clothes off. After they had all their clothes off they shoved them under the bed and sat in the two chairs to await the wife. When Debbie entered the foyer she yelled out. " Rich honey did everything go okay? George motioned for Richard to call his wife in the living room. "Baby I am in here. Come in here." Clair raced to behind the door and as soon as debbie stepped inside the door she shoved her toward the couch. "Get your fucking clothes off bitch, and don't waste our time." Debbie was to stuned to scream immediately and before she had time to recover Clair had warned her to keep her mouth shut and drove the point home with a fist to her finely tanned face. Debbie stumbled back on to the sofa bed and landed beside her naked husband. George explained what the deal was and informed her that they would wait for Frank but she better get her fucking clothes off or he would let Clair remove them for her.
A few minutes later George heard Frank's truck pull in the drive. He walked over and opened the door for him. "Frank I can see you are up for what is about to happen." He couldn't help but notice that franks cock was pushing his pant's front out as far as they would go. Frank didn't wait to be told he started stripping as he headed for the living room. Even George was impressed as Frank pulled his boxers off and freed his almost 12 inch thick as his wrist cock. " Richard I want you to have a good look at Frank's cock just so you know what you are in store for." Richard passed out. Debbie just stared at first Frank's cock then at George's cock. They woke Richard and Frank assued him it would only hurt until it was in him. " I know what I am doing and believe me you will enjoy it after it is burried in you ass. You will also love the taste of my cock as I pump it in and out of your mouth."
George moved over to Debbie and grabbed one of her 36c tits and played with the 1/2 inch nipple, as he marveled at the rest of her body. 36-25-35, almost what men considered perfect. He wet his finger and plucked at her other nipple as he squeezed her dark nipple with his other fingers. Clair had her hand between Debbies legs and was massaging her pussy. She loved the way Debbie had trimmed her natural strawberry blond hair into a small heart. with the point leading the way to her tight opening. "Damn to think your tight little pussy is going to get a real cock shoved in there. After that little pencil prick your old man has you will think you have died and gone to heaven bitch." She looked over at Frank and saw him pushing his cock into Richard's mouth. It looked like Richard was holding his breath and puffing his jaws out but she knew it was Frank's cock spreading his jaws. She thought to herself to bad Frank is gay. She would love to see his huge rod slide into Debbie's mouth, cunt, or even her ass. With that she shoved her middle finger into Debbies cunt and her Pinky into her ass. "Suck his cock bitch or I will rip you ass open!" Debbie wasn't complaining and she opened her mouth to allow George access to her throat. George shoved the head into her mouth and she started sucking and licking his head. At the same time she started bucking her hips into Clair's fingers. She would never have admitted it but the action George and Clair were giving her, and her husband being face fucked was turning her on to a height she had never know before. Frank had brought a tube of lube with him and was busy working it into Richard's ass while he fucked his face. He looked down and was surprised to see Richard's cock was half hard which meant he was being turned on by what was happening. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing up and down it's length. As much as he wanted to fuck Richard he also wanted to taste his cum in his own mouth. He moved around so they were in a sixty nine position and sucked Richard's cock into his mouth while shoving his cock in and out of Richard's mouth. Clair was trying to watch everything that was happening all at the same time. George was fucking Debbie's mouth and Frank was in a 69 with Richard and it would seem Richard was getting into it. She was fingering herself and decide it was time for George to ram his huge cock into Debbie's cunt. George was to close to pull out though as he had also been watching the scene of the men and enjoying having his cock sucked at the same time. "Oh Fuck I'mmm Cummming!" Was all he managed to get out before he shot stream after of his hot sead down Debbie's throat. She tried her best to pull off his cock but he wasn't about to let that happen. He held her head against his cock until he had shot about five shots of cum down her throat. When he released her head she took a deep breath and then she cover his cock again with her mouth and licked and sucked him til he was clean. She turned her head toward her husband just in time to see Frank and Richard stiffen as they both came at the same time. Frank sucked every drop of Richards cum from him and still sucked him more. Richard had swallowed Frank's cum also and was working on him just as hard to get every last drop. When they finished they turned their heads to see what George, Clair, and Debbie were now doing. George was recovering fast and was half hard. Clair had climbed on top of Debbie and had her pussy covering Debbie's mouth. Richard could see his wife tounging Clair's pussy and he watched in horror as George positioned himself between Debbies legs. He knew his wife was about to get only the second cock of her life shoved into her and it was huge. He couldn't help wondering if she would ever want him after George had fucked her with his huge cock. Richard was so involved with his wife getting ready to be fucked by George that he didn't realize Frank had moved behind him and had his cock lined up with his anal ring. He didn't have time to tense up or do anything when he felt the head of Frank's cock pop into his ass. His own cock became as hard as steel as Frank's cock entered his bowels. He felt the cock slide into him and it was making him feel something he had never experienced before. He loved having his ass filed with cock, and was wondering what it would feel like to return the favor and what it would feel like to have cum shot up his violated ass. He glaned back just in time to see Debbie raise her legs back as high as she could and George's cock drive into her slit, Her her her moan into Clair's pussy as George filled her. He could tell she was cuming herself as she was getting that big cock planted in her. He was confused as he was himself enjoying being fucked by a huge cock and about to cum without even touching his cock. He wanted it to be over so he could be with Debbie but at the same time he was glad she was enjoying what they were doing to her. He came as he felt the cock in his ass spasm and shoot sperm deep into his bowels while at the same time he saw Debbie grab Clair around the waist and pull her cunt tighter to her mouth. He also saw George plow into Debbie one last time as he filled her with his sead. Then terror set in to Richard's mind. Debbie sure as hell didn't have time to use her IUD or the Gel to prevent the sperm from reaching it's goal of her egg. George pulled out at the same time as Frank pulled out. Richard felt empty and wanted Frank's cock back in his ass. He thought his wife must be having the same feelings. He could see her hole still open and George's cum leaking out and running down her legs. Everybody was just laying there and trying to catch their breath when clair broke the silence. " Hey George I think we may have made a mistake. I think these two enjoyed what just happened." Debbie looked up at Clair and smiled. " I know I damn sure did. I have been trying to get that asshole husband of mine into swinging for years. Now he may also decide this is what he wants to do again. I hope George can get it up again and fuck me one more time before you leave." Richard was shaking his head yes as his wife said maybe he would want to do this again. He turned to Frank and grabbed his cock sliding it into his mouth and cleaning it off of cum and everthing else that had got on it from his ass.
george and Clair got up and started to dress to leave. George had grabbed his shirt and was buttoning it up when Tammy walked into the room. Tammy was the Davis's 10 year old daughter. She was straight up and down except for a slight bit of baby fat around her stomach. She screamed and ran to her mother. " Mom what are they doing to you and dad?" Debbie hugged her daughter and was trying to get her to calm down when Richard de3cided it was time for him to take back control of the situation. "These bastards broke in her and raped your mother and me. Run next door and call the police. And hurry!" Tammy broke loose from her mom and started to dash past Clair but Clair was to fast and grabbed her around her waist, and slung her back on the couch. "Davis you are one stupid motherfucker! You just enjoyed getting your ass fucked and sucking cock. Then as soon as you think you can act like the big shit again you try some shit. How fucking dumb are you? I taped everything we did and it would show you were into it as much as the rest of us." George had grabbed Tammy and was holding her in place on the couch. Clair and Debbie noticed his cock was hard again at the same time. debbie beat Clair though in commenting on it. " George The Idea of fucking my daughter's virgin pussy has you as hard as steel. Tell the truth you want to fuck her don't you. Well go ahead and fuck her maybe it will teach that prick over there that he doesn't run a fucking thing. If he hadn't tried to screw you out of your money none of this would have taken place. His happy little world would be perfect and I would still be a frustrated wife who the fucker can't satisfy." Richard yelled at his wife to shut the fuck up but all that did was piss her off even more. "George please fuck her and make that bastard watch his daughter get her pussy filled with a real man's cock. or if I offer enough would he be willing to bust her little ass open? I want to see that motherfucker see his precious little angel get fucked and turned into a cock hungry whore. I'll double your fee if you will do that for me. I want you to take her cherry and make him watch as he gets fucked again also. Please Clair tell him to do it.' Clair cut her off. "Ms Davis you are pissed! you don't really want your daughter to go..." Debbie cut her off. "Yes I do. If George won't do it then I will find someone else who will. that asshole will have to watch also." George couldn't help himself his cock was harder then it had been the first time he took Crystal and he wanted this young child. "Clair I want to show her love. I will be gentle but I want to do this. I won't unless you say it's okay but I damn sure want her." Clair looked at george and nodded yes. George told debbie to help her daughter get undressed. " Baby I know you are scared but believe me once you have a man inside you, you will learn to love the feeling it gives you in you pee-pee, or as women call it your pussy. George there has a great cock, his pee-pee, after he gets it in you, you will want it again and again." Tammy looked like a deer in the headlights as she stared at george and his cock. Debbie took Frank's tube of lube and rubbed it into her daughter's young pussy opening making sure not to puncture her hymen, but gettting her slick as she could for George. Frank had burried his cock back into Richard's ass and was slowly fucking his ass as he watched the young girl be prepared by her mother for her first fucking. George moved over the girl and leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, letting his tongue sweep across her dry mouth. Instinc took over and she parted her lips alowing George to slip the tip of his tongue into her mouth. He played with her flat chest and then licked where her nipples would be in a couple years. Everyone else in the room were froze in place. Frank had stopped his fucking of Richards ass and was holding himself burried to the hilt resting his body on Richard's back. Richard had tears running down his cheek but wasn't making a sound. Clair and Debbie were staring at George's cock waiting for it to start it's journey into the virgin little girl's body. tammy decided she liked the feel of George's tongue in her mouth and was playing with his tongue with her own. George took his cock and started rubbing it up and down tammy's opening working it ever so slowly into the slit inch by inch being as gentle as he could. But George could only control his lust for so long. As he managed to get just the crown of his cock past the girls pussy lips he shoved forward pushing about two inches into her at once. Tammy tensed up and George was forced to wait for her virgin pussy to except his invasion. After a few moments she relaxed and he easied forward another inch or so until his cock was resting against her maidenhead. He pulled back a little and kissed her again. "Honey when I shove back in it will hurt you a little but then I promise it will feel good to you." Tammy just nodded and George got ready to take her completely. "Okay baby here it comes." He slammed into her just as hard and fast as he could. Tammy didn't scream and bit her lower lip so hard so she wouldn't that she drew blood. George held still for a minute until he saw that Tammy had quit bitting her lip. "Sorry Baby but the worst is over. Now it will start to feel good to you." George slowly pumped in and out of Tammy until she had relaxed and and had even started soft moans as his cock was shoved in and pulled out of her young cunt. He picked up speed and knew by the tightness in his balls that he wouldn't last long. About another minute of slamming into the just opened pussy he shoved in one last time and emptied his sperm deep into the girl. Tammy wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her. He had been right after her body had gotten use to his cock being deep inside her it had felt good. She knew her mother was also right she would want it again, and again. When Frank saw George unload into the little girl he also unloaded another load deep in Richards ass. Clair had cum and so had debbie just from watching the girl getting fucked by George. Richard had shot off on himself for the second time that day before he passed out.
George replayed these events every day now in his mind. Just one more month and he would be free. Debbie had swiped the tape and showed it to the police claiming her and her husband had been threatened by George, Clair, and Frank and they would kill them if they didn't go along with what they were told to do. George knew twenty five years for raping two little girls was an easy sentence. Clair had gotten eight years for her part. She was waiting for him since she had been out long ago. Frank had blown his brains out when the cops tried to arrest him. Crystal had been placed out of state with some family. She had visited him on her eighteenth birthday to tell him she was married and wanted nothing to do with him ever.The latest visitor had brought a message from Debbie. When he got out he would know better then to fuck with her or her family. George was planning just that though. Tammy, now grown had promised him that when he was free, he would have her pussy again, as many times as he wanted her, She was living with Clair and they both wanted him. |
Title: 1st time with a shemale
Tags: True Story, Transsexual
Introduction:
Great time
Content:
This was my first experience with a shemale, true story. I arranged for her to stay 3 hours
I have always enjoyed playing with my ass hole, about two years ago I was in Chicago and went online to Eros and chose a shemale named with held. I called her up and she came to my hotel room. I was very nervous when I opened the door. She was about 6' tall and was a very good looking Latino. She bent down and gave me a kiss right on the lips and man where her lips where soft. She went into the bathroom and asked me to relax and she will be right out. I was lying on the bed and she came out with panties and high heels on only, she had beautiful tits. I stood up just rubbed my hands all over her body; she was so soft her legs where so smooth. I told her this was my first time and wanted to try everything.
She undressed me and laid me on the bed and ran her tits all over me for about 5 mins, I asked her if I could give her a massage and she said that would be great. She didn’t speak very good English. I had her lay on the bed face down and gave her the best massage I could which made her relax quite a bit. I used some hand lotion and really did a good job of rubbing her back, legs arms and those long legs. I spent about 20 mins massaging her back. I asked her to roll over and when I tell you she was beautiful I mean you would never be able to tell she had a cock. She turned over and smiled and said that felt great, her tits where beautiful and I could now see the bulge in her panties. I asked if I could remove them and she lifted her ass and I slid the off! I stood and starred at this beautiful girl lying on the bed with a face that was beautiful, tanned body long legs and a great ass with a 8” cut cock. She laughed and ask me if I was ok, I said oh yea. I got the lotion and started rubbing her tits and stomach and legs and watch her cock grow and twitch. I went in bathroom real quick and got a warm wash cloth and set it on the night stand. I put some lotion on my hand and started rubbing her cock and felt it grow and twitch for about 10 mins. She asked me to stop before she shot a load. I used the wash cloth and wiped the lotion off her cock. She wanted to give me a massage so I lay on my back and she massaged my back a little and then started rubbing my ass and opened my ass cheeks and lubed my asshole with some anal ease she brought with her and slide her fingers in and loosened me up. She got a rubber on her cock and started teasing my hole with her cock. She had a nice head on it and felt great. She took her time and finally had her cock all the way in and just laid on top of me with her cock buried up my ass. What a great feeling this was, she allowed me to get used to it and she slowly started fucking my ass. I can’t tell you how good this felt, I had my little ass in the air and was pushing back to get as much as I could up my ass. Remember, this is the first real cock I have ever had, fingers and dildos only. I was in fucking heaven as she fucks me very slowly for about 10 min I swear I almost cam and never touched my cock. She slowly pulled her cock out asks me to turn over on my back, picture this I am lying on my back and scootch to the end of the bed and this beautiful girl sticks two pillows under my ass and holds my legs up and slowly slides her cock back in my ass. Dude I almost shot my wad right there. I am looking at this beautiful shemale and rubbing her tits and she is fucking my ass. Again, I am in heaven she grabs my cock and starts jerking me off and I ask her to stop because I don’t want to cum yet. She fucked me for about 10 mins and I ask her if we can switch positions and she say of course. I had her lay on her back and I lowered my ass down on her cock, this was fucking unbelievable. Beautiful face, great tits and a rock hard cock, I rode for about 5-7 mins and couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed my cock and started jerking off and ride her cock, she started to fuck me hard and I shoot my first load right over her head and the rest on her tits. I have not cum like that since I was 20 years old. I sat on her cock for about 2min after I cam and was shutting and panting. I took Viagra about an hour before she arrived so I could keep up with her. Did I mention she was 25 years old?
She was still hard when I slid off, she did not cum. We just laid there for a few minutes and I played with her cock and rubbed her tits, I asked her if it was ok to kiss and she grabbed my head and we started to make out. Her lips where so soft, she was a great kisser. We laid there for 10 mins kissing and rubbing and she looked me in the eyes and asked me to fuck her in the ass, I almost cam again. I had her scotch to the end of the bed and spread her legs and started licking her asshole. She fucking loved it, I had to ask her to keep the noise down, I am sure if someone was in the room next to us they could have heard us. I licked her hole for at least 10 mins. Did I mention she smelled great, her asshole was so clean!
I got some of the anal ease and lubed her asshole and started fucking her ass with my fingers and sucking her cock no rubber, again this is my first time with a real cock and did my best to give her a blowjob. What a nice smooth cock and balls and asshole no hair at all. I sucked and fuck her ass until she stopped me because she was ready to cum. I got a rubber (Fucking packages are a pain) and placed it on my 6in cock (good sized head) and slowly slide my dick up her ass. Man was she tight, I slowly slide it in and out until she got used to it and started fucking her ass. Here is the picture, she is on her back beautiful face looking at me with her tits swaying back and forth and I am fucking her in the ass and she is jerking off. This may have lasted 5 mins and she starts really getting into it and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in as deep as my little pecker will go and says she is going to cum. I keep pumping as best as I can and she is jerking her cock and boom she lets go with the first shot; which hit her in the forehead and then another load on her tits and another on her stomach and I can feel her ass muscles clinch on my cock and that all I can stand and I tell her I Cumming and she starts grinding her ass and shoots another load on her stomach. I have never seen some cum that much, I shot a load in the rubber and slowly pulled out and started wiping up her cum and eating it, so I climbed on the bead and licked it of her tits and sucked her soft cock for a few minutes. We started kissing again and laid there for about 10 min catching our breath. We went into the bathroom and took a shower together and lathered each other for about 20 mins and then went back to the bed and laid down and just rested and drank some water. We had about 45 mins left and she asked what else I would like to do, I started sucking her cock again and playing with her balls and got her hard. I place a rubber on her cock and lubed my ass and lowered myself on her cock again, but this time I bent forward and put pillows behind her head so we could make out while she fucked my ass. What a set of lips, we kissed and fucked for at least 15min and she said she was going to cum again and I grabbed my cock and started jerking off cam right after her, not much left. We almost cam together. Dude is was great, we showered and she got dressed and gave me a big kiss and I gave her the $1,200 and she told me if I was ever back in town to call and she would spend the night for $1,000.00
I now need to go jerk off again |
Title: 1 - My Gym Teacher
Tags: True Story, Anal, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, School, Teen Male/Teen Female
Content:
Note: This happened nearly a decade ago, so it may not be exactly what was said, but everything that happened is pretty well spot on. For anyone looking for a story littered with sex, it doesn’t start for quite a while. While the characters are all real, the names are not. This is my first story and I accept any criticism, whether it's on style or any typos that may be found. Enjoy!
---------
When I was growing up, I never really thought of myself as an attractive guy; at 5’9” and 180 pounds, I definitely could have gone for a few more walks. To top it off, I had glasses, was a pretty big nerd, and sat around most weekends playing video games with friends... until we became interested in girls. My best friend, Bill, was always a hit with girls; he was your typical jock with a well-toned body and all of the cool girls drooling over him.
Eventually, my relationship with Bill led him to encourage me to hit the gym with him after school on a daily basis. In no time at all, I had shed 15 pounds, and was starting to get the faint hint of a six pack, to go with some nice bicep definition. While I gained this new image for myself, however, I was still a bit of a geeky stoner; I preferred the company of a joint, Zeppelin, and video games to the company of girls. In an ongoing effort to get me to fit in more to his liking, Bill changed a big part of my life again.
Being his best friend since childhood had its perks, and I was openly welcome to run with whatever crowd I pleased. Part of Bill’s pull was getting into keggers and house-parties being thrown by people in the grades above us. I hadn’t shied away from his peer pressure up to this point, so we started going to parties every Friday and Saturday, with Bill always seeming to leave with a different girl. All of these parties had a good result for me too: my first girlfriend, Emily.
Emily was 5’7”, about 120 pounds, and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed goddess in my eyes. I was a sucker for her to the extreme. She didn’t have a car, so I would pick her up and drop her off, and generally drive her everywhere she needed to go, which was initially acceptable for me, because I got to be seen with one of the most attractive girls in my school.
It wasn’t long before I was getting regular blowjobs at lunch and sex four or five days of the week. After school, we would rush over to either one of our houses, depending on whose parents were working later that day, and pretty much fuck for a good couple hours. I was definitely not Emily’s first, but I was more than adequate in her eyes. While not having the biggest dick in the world, I definitely am above average at 8.5” with moderate thickness. How could life be any better for a teenager?
The answer to that is Mrs. Curtis. She had been a gym teacher at the high school for about 20 years, and was entering her mid-late 40s by the time this story really takes off. Mrs. Curtis was not your typical female gym teacher; she was not in the greatest shape, she was not the first older lady you would pick to fuck if you had your choice, and she was honestly pretty annoying. But there was something about her, a certain ‘it’ factor, that screamed ‘I want to fuck every one of you young studs right now’.
There were legends, in fact, of numerous trysts Mrs. Curtis had had with former students. As the rumour went, Mrs. Curtis had been caught fucking the school’s accountant by one of her soon-to-be graduating students, and he had blackmailed her into fucking him regularly until he went off to university. While there was really no way to prove this, as it had supposedly happened in the first five years she had started teaching, there were a lot of students claiming that they had gotten blowjobs from her, with a few even claiming they had fucked her after school. I figured most of them were full of shit. After all, no one even had any proof that she had ever fucked the accountant, or that she had ever been blackmailed by any students in previous years. Despite all of this, she was definitely a frequent mention whenever we talked about what teachers we would fuck, and how bad we’d give it to them.
During the last week of school before Christmas exams began, Emily was talking to her friend Sarah in the bathroom, assuming they were alone. As she related to me later, she was telling Sarah how full I made her feel when she was on top, and how much she loved when I would squeeze and slap her ass raw when we were fucking. She was in the midst of telling Sarah that she was going to consider letting me fuck her in the ass when she heard stifled laughter from one of the stalls. When Mrs. Curtis came out of the stall, Emily went beet red and rushed out of the bathroom to let me know what had happened, and how she was just going to die if her parents found out that their perfect little Christian angel had been fucking since she was in junior high.
Sensing the urgency of the situation, I decided a visit to Mrs. Curtis was in order. After school, I knocked on the gym’s office door, and was quickly told to enter. As Mrs. Curtis looked up from the papers on her desk, a large, impish smile spread over her thin lips.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stenson”, she asked while leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.
“Uhh”, I stammered, trying to find the courage to say what needed to be said. “Emily told me that you overheard a private discussion she was having with Sarah in the bathroom this afternoon, and I was hoping that we could maybe come to some kind of agreement.”
“What kind of agreement did you have in mind? She was pretty descriptive about some very inappropriate things.”
I felt my collar start to tighten, and was very aware of my heart beating.
“I was just hoping that you wouldn’t tell Emily’s parents about our relationship. They’re pretty strict, and they don’t know that we’re having sex. They think she’s still a virgin and saving herself for marriage.”
That mischievous smile immediately returned to her face.
“You can relax, Robert.”
“Please, call me Rob... most people do.”
“Well... Rob”, she paused, adding extra emphasis to my name, “I think your secret is safe with me.”
“Thanks a lot, Mrs. Curtis. Her parents would probably ship her off to a female boarding school if they found out.”
I started to relax a little, looking out at the gym, and becoming very aware that we had been talking for a few minutes – the school was quickly starting to clear out, and even the faint sound of lockers slamming had becoming less often by this point.
“Well thanks again, I really mean it,” I told her, trying to make sure she understood how genuinely happy I was with her decision. “Emily’s just real private about this sort of thing.”
“Not the way she was telling Sarah, she isn’t,” Mrs. Curtis retorted.
“Well, I gotta go... Emily is probably looking for me.” I took one last look at that devilish smile on her face, knowing I would be thinking of her momentarily when I was fucking Emily. As I was turning to leave her office, she quietly muttered my name.
“Rob,” she sighed, before I could get back out into the gym, “...just one more thing, young man”.
“Anything, Mrs. Curtis. I definitely owe you big for this.”
“I need some help cleaning up after school, especially when your team has basketball practice.” She rose and took a few steps towards me, lightly grabbing my elbow and pulling me into the gym.
“Whenever the boys finish practicing, most of them just hit the showers and take off, leaving me to clean up all the balls and cones by myself.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis,” I responded, sighing with relief that her task was something of relative ease. I was worried she was going to ask me to help with the upcoming girls’ volleyball tournament that was being hosted at our school all day Saturday and Sunday. Compared to that, sticking around after practice for a couple minutes was only fair.
The rest of the week went by very smoothly; I would stay after school for a few minutes to help her clean up. She was very grateful, and always thanked me with a smile. Not the same smile as when we’d had our conversation, but a genuine smile to display her appreciation for my assistance. Every day when I’d go home, I would picture myself fucking Mrs. Curtis while Emily was lost in our lust. I even went so far as to insist on fucking her doggy style more often, so that I could imagine it was Mrs. Curtis instead.
I would pretend her small ass was full, partially because Mrs. Curtis could stand to lose a bit of weight. I would pretend her breasts were bigger, more suitable for a woman who had two children. I would push Emily’s head down into the bedding, and fuck her for all I was worth. While she was getting off again and again, the only thought that crossed my mind was how I wanted to make one rumour into reality.
On the afternoon of the last day of school before exams, I had stopped after finishing up with Mrs. Curtis to once again extend my thanks. She wished me a happy holiday, and said she’d appreciate my help in the new year, if I was willing. I told her I’d have to think about it.
That afternoon, Emily was giving me a rather good blowjob; she could almost deep throat me, and had gotten pretty good at using her hands in unison with her mouth. I told her I was going to cum, and as usual, she screamed that she wanted it on her tits or her face. I was very willing to oblige, and immediately shot three times on her boobs, and then another four on her face. The last shot got her right in the eye, and she screamed.
“What the fuck, Rob?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t think I was going to cum that hard.”
“You’re an asshole. You’re probably going to laugh about it with your faggot friends later, aren’t you.”
“Relax, it was an accident. If I wanted to do that, I’d have done it ages ago.” I looked down at her as she was scrambling to stand up and find something to clean up with.
“Go fuck yourself, Rob. You think that just because you have gotten more popular this year, and you’ve worked out and gotten in shape that you’re hot fucking shit all of a sudden”. She continued to scream at me, which ended up having rather dire consequences for our relationship.
Unbeknownst to either of us, Emily’s mother had gotten off work early and had run upstairs thinking that her daughter was in some kind of trouble. When she slammed Emily’s door open, she was greeted with the site of my cock, still half erect, and her daughter wearing nothing but panties. To top it all off, her little angel still had not wiped all of my cum of her chin or tits, so she got quite a look at something pretty awful.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She screamed at Emily, seeming almost oblivious to me standing still naked less than five feet from her.
“Jesus Christ, Mom, you’re supposed to be at work!”
Emily began to scramble for her blanket, while I slowly edged towards my clothes, heaped in the corner of the room.
“Don’t fucking move, young man,” Emily’s mother turned to me, “if you think that you’re going to just sneak out of here, you’ve got another thing coming!”
I went into immediate survival mode, thinking faster than I ever had before.
“Look, ma’am, I mean no disrespect, but I have a pretty good feeling that your husband is going to shoot me where I stand if he happens to come home early, too.”
“What’s your point?” She shot back at me.
“My point is that, while I am partly responsible for this situation, there were two consenting individuals here, and I don’t think it’d be very fair that I get in trouble here and at home too, when you inevitably call my parents.”
“You have one minute, Rob, to get dressed, and get the fuck out of here!” She continued to scream at me.
As I stumbled around, trying to get my boxers and pants on as fast as I could, she quickly caught on to my little ruse.
“You better leave your address and phone number here, young man. I want to be sure that your parents find out what’s been going on.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“And don’t you fucking think for a second that I won’t go to the school board asking for your information if you end up giving me some fake numbers. I will track you down in a fucking heartbeat, young man!”
I did what any smart person would do – I gave her my real number and address, threw my shoes on, and drove home as fast as I could, so I could try to tell my parents before she did, thankfully I was successful. While my mom was busy berating me, and being concerned whether we’d used protection, which we had, my father was busy grinning from ear to ear, and sneaking me a thumbs-up whenever my mom wasn’t paying attention to him. While my dad obviously thought it was hilarious, I understood when he had to agree to ground me for the entire three-week Christmas vacation.
At first, it wasn’t such a bad deal; I couldn’t really do anything, since I had no homework, but I also wasn’t allowed out to see friends, which meant I didn’t have to go out in the cold. Suffice to say, it was a pretty boring few weeks, and I was actually excited about going back to school for the first time in years.
When I got to school that Monday, I had no idea the disaster that was waiting for me. I hadn’t been able to use the phone or computer, so I was completely out of touch with what had happened over the holidays. As it turns out, Emily did get transferred to a female boarding school that wasn’t even in the same country. I was pretty upset, and Bill definitely noticed.
“Dude, you’ll get over it soon enough – there’s definitely enough pussy in this school.”
“Yea, I know. It still sucks though... I’m going from pretty much daily fucking to nothing. I haven’t even fucked in over three weeks because of this shit.” I felt pretty low right then.
As we turned the corner, I knocked Mrs. Curtis right on her ass.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Curtis! Are you alright?”
“I think so,” she responded, as she slowly got to her feet. “I think I might have sprained my wrist. You boys go on your way, and enjoy your lunch. I’m sure you have a lot to catch up about,” she winked at me as she rubbed her wrist and brushed past us down the hall.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Bill asked.
“I have no idea. Whatever, dude. I gotta take a leak before History – save me a seat,” I told him as I quickly went to relieve myself.
After school, I decided to check and see if Mrs. Curtis was alright. When I poked my head in her office door, she had an ice pack on her wrist, and it looked pretty swollen.
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Curtis,” I told her.
She jumped up, startled at the sudden company.
“It’s ok, Rob. It was an honest mistake, I’m sure”, she flashed me the cheery, reassuring smile. “I could use a hand again, though... probably for a week or two.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis. I couldn’t let a poor, helpless lady putter around the gym with only one good hand,” I smiled at her, as she faked a frown, and then quickly laughed at my playful humour.
After a moment, Mrs. Curtis seemed to get serious.
“How come you never joined the basketball team, Rob? I know you’re not as tall as some of the other guys, but you’ve gotten into pretty good shape this year, and you’d probably be a good asset to the team with your endurance.”
“To be honest, Mrs. Curtis, basketball’s never interested me. Outside of gym class, I’ve never really played much.”
“Oh, I see what’s going on,” that dirty smile slowly appearing on her face. “You suck!”
I felt myself blushing a little, knowing she understood completely why I didn’t play on the team.
“It’s ok, Rob. You’re pretty good at baseball and lacrosse, you can play those too.” She was clearly trying to restore my confidence.
“I’d love to be on the basketball team, Mrs. Curtis. Most of those guys have been on it all through elementary and junior high, though. I haven’t put in the practice to compete on that level.”
“Well maybe you could spend the rest of this year learning how, and make the team next year with ease?” She was definitely pushing the subject – I knew she had some kind of angle that I wasn’t sensing.
“I guess I could. I don’t think I’d like to be seen taking basketball lessons, though. That’s pretty embarrassing for a guy who’s spent the last few months at the gym, you know?”
“Well maybe you could get one of the teachers to teach you. I’m pretty sure that one of your teachers played in university. In fact, I’m positive one of your teachers played...” she trailed off, curiously looking around the room, before making eye-contact and bursting out into laughter.
“You played college ball?” I asked her, clearly in disbelief.
“Just because I’m 5’2” doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. My team made it to the national semi-finals in my senior year, so I think I might know a thing or two about playing.”
“I had no idea...” I struggled to find the right words to say, “I guess if you had time, I’d definitely love to learn!”
“Well how about we start with some basics today, and we’ll go forward as my wrist gets a little better? Thankfully, it’s not my shooting hand, but it’s still probably too sore to work on some of the fundamentals.”
She quickly began to show me some of the basics about dribbling, shooting, and passing. Whenever she told me to watch her, she had her head turned, and had no idea that I was fully eyeballing her tits and ass through her gym clothes.
By the end of the week, she had started to teach me about intricate ball control.
“One of the most important things you will ever do in this game, is boxing out. You essentially use your body to keep whoever is guarding you at maximum distance from the ball.”
She was in a rather seductive position, even if she didn’t know it. She was in a half-squat, with her ass sticking out right towards me.
“Don’t just stand there,” she scolded me, “get up here and play some D!”
I quickly walked up to just behind her, making sure there was some room between my cock and her ass. She quickly threw my carefulness out the window, however, and began moving back and up into my cock, grinding her sweet, round ass into it every time she bumped me. She spun around me, and threw an easy layup in the basket.
“What’s the matter?” She asked. “Clearly you were playing better than that yesterday!”
“I got distracted. Sorry,” I offered a weak apology for my poor attempt.
We got back into position once more, my dick starting to become engorged with blood. She bumped right into my cock again, noticeably lingering for a moment, before pushing off, and bumping a few more times. She stopped dead in her tracks after a few bumps, with my now erect cock wedged right between her cheeks. She casually dropped the ball, letting it bounce a few times, before she slowly turned her head and looked me dead in the eye.
“Is that what distracted you,” she asked me, slowly reaching one hand behind her ass to grab my throbbing erection.
All I could do was mutter “Uhh” a few times, while she decided to take full control of the situation.
Turning her body around, she grabbed my cock threw my basketball shorts with both hands and whispered something so barely audible, that it still resounds in my head today, “...Fuck me, she wasn’t kidding.”
This left me a little confused, before she managed to gain my attention, looking through my eyes, right at my exposed soul.
“You better come to my office, so we can discuss what just happened,” she quickly snapped me out of my trance.
I assumed she was going to apologize profusely, and reassure me that ‘these things happen’, and it’s all a part of puberty – the usual health class spiel. Instead, she continued to tug me, leading me by my stiff cock to her office. The second we got into her office, she quickly turned around, locking the door. She then proceeded to turn the gym and office lights off, and closed the blinds, allowing just enough light in from outside so that we could see each other.
“You can’t tell anyone about this. Ever. I could get fired, Rob. I could go to jail. I have two kids to think about.” She continued to blabber, seemingly almost in tears.
“You kept my and Emily’s secret,” I slowly responded. “I think it’s only fair that I keep yours.”
She looked like she’d been stabbed through the heart, and tears finally began to run down her cheeks.
“That’s not entirely true, Rob,” she began to sob hysterically.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you ever wonder how it was a little odd that both of your parents and Emily’s mom were all home so early at the same time?”
The realization of what she had just told me was like a punch to the stomach. My knees immediately felt week, and I quickly sagged to the floor in complete disbelief.
“I’m so sorry, Rob. I never wanted you to find out about that,” she looked at me, pleading through her tears.
“Then why the fuck would you do it!” I found myself suddenly screaming at her.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, Rob... you have to have heard them. Every year, I hear girls whispering about it in the bathroom. Every year, I hear immature little fuckers bragging about how they’ve fucked me.”
“You’re saying rumours, but I don’t know if I can trust you right now,” I spat at her, my words like a corrosive acid to her emotions.
“You want the truth, Rob? I’ve been married to the same man since the summer after high school. I love him with all my heart, and he is my true love, the one that I will always be with,” she trailed off, letting that thought linger momentarily. “But, he’s not always home, and I’m finding myself wanting more every year that passes. Even when he does have time to fuck me lately, it just doesn’t satisfy me. You won’t fully appreciate your penis until you’re older, Rob. The fact that you can probably fuck for hours with minimal breaks. The fact that you can probably cum five times and still be hard enough to keep going.”
I didn’t quite understand her point, so I just stared at her with a very doubting look on my face.
“I never fucked that accountant. I was at a staff party just before graduation that year, and I was very drunk. He was trying to take advantage of me out behind the bar, when a student, Joe, walked past. Joe told him to fuck off, and made sure I was ok. He helped me regain my composure, and then got a cab and personally walked me to my door. I thanked him by offering him inside for a drink, as my husband was on a business trip.”
“And that’s when he fucked you?” I cut in rudely.
“No, Rob. Joe is gay. He genuinely was concerned that I was in distress. He told me I deserved much better than being raped in alley. I had seen him in gym class though, Rob. He was about as hung as you are. I knew then that I had to have him, at least in part. I begged him, Rob. I begged him to fuck me, and he absolutely refused. After a while, I finally managed to convince him to let me jerk him off. And while he was enjoying that, I blew him too. But he never fucked me, the thought was disgusting to him.”
I had been so lost in arousal by her story, that I didn’t even notice that she’d taken off her gym clothes and was crawling towards me wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“And that’s all that you’ve ever done. You’ve been faithful to your husband all these years, despite blowing a gay dude, and all those things are really rumours?”
Her hands were slowly sliding up my legs as she bit her bottom lip and nodded at me.
“When I heard Emily saying how fucking big you were, it brought me back to that night. I knew I was going to fuck you, I wasn’t going to let a cock this big get away from me again. When you told me what Emily’s parents would do, I knew immediately what I had to do. I’m sorry she got sent away, but I was being selfish. Now I know it was for the best.”
I quickly stood up, startling her. As she looked up at me and began to pull my pants down, I reached my hand up and backhanded her across the face.
“What the fuck?” She was clearly shocked at what I had just done.
“You deserved that,” I said coldly, as I pulled her back onto her knees by her hair.
With tears in her eyes, she looked up at me, cowering a little in anticipation of being struck again. I tightened my grip on her hair, while slowly pulling her towards my still covered cock.
“You said you had to have it. Get to fucking work,” I yelled at her, animal rage taking over.
She quickly licked her lips and pulled my basketball shorts of, licking the outline of my cock through my boxers. I pulled her back roughly with her hair and leaned in to kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, and biting her lip hard as I pulled away.
She clearly was not used to being treated roughly, and appeared slightly dazed until I let go of her hair and pulled my boxers off, kicking them onto her desk. Grabbing her hair once more, I slapped her face lightly, showing her I meant business.
“Open up and get what you’ve been after, slut.”
A glimmer appeared in her eyes and she immediately tried to deep throat me, choking on her first attempt. As she tried to pull me out of her and try again, she got a quick realization of who was in control. Grabbing her hair even tighter, I began to pump half of my cock in and out of her mouth.
“Take your bra off, slut. I want to see your tits flopping around when I really start to fuck your face.”
She immediately unhooked her bra, letting her slightly sagging tits free from their constraint. I grinned briefly, before starting to fuck further into her mouth. Her hands were flailing wildly, trying to find something to push against, but I wasn’t allowing it, as I entered her throat, pushing roughly until she looked like she was about to pass out.
I pushed her onto her back and barked at her to lift her hips, to which she weakly complied. Ripping her panties off, I was surprised to be greeted by a completely smooth pussy. I quickly shoved two fingers into her cunt, sliding in effortlessly – she was soaked.
In a moment of empathy, I quickly asked her if she had any protection.
“Don’t need any, just fuck me already!” She screamed at me, pushing her hips up to try and force the situation.
As I lined my cock up with her pussy, I roughly grabbed both her nipples, pinching them hard as I plunged into her pussy. She wasn’t lying about her husband’s lack of sexual appetite; despite having two kids, her pussy was tight enough to grip my cock like a glove. I immediately began pounding her pussy for all I was worth, sweat dripping off my brow right onto her face. I hooked my arms underneath her armpits, grabbing her shoulders from behind. Leveraging myself for deeper penetration, I could feel her pussy start to spasm around me, I held my cock deep to enjoy the show her quivering was giving my hard cock.
As her orgasm subsided, she looked absolutely drained; for a gym teacher, she wasn’t in the greatest shape. I took this opportunity to get my final revenge on her for fucking my relationship with Emily up.
“Get ready for the big finale, Mrs. Curtis,” I snickered as I stuck three fingers into her mouth, met by her greedily sucking on them, and covering them with her saliva.
I proceeded to spit on her little asshole, roughly pushing one finger in, followed by the second, and the third after a moment or two.
Still recovering from her massive orgasm, she managed to gasp at me, “I’ve never been fucked in the ass.... please... please don’t.”
As I pulled the three fingers out of her ass, I leaned over, kissing her once more, before shoving my three wet fingers back into her mouth. As she quickly realized what had just happened, she began to squirm underneath me, which I stopped with a vicious slap on her ass.
As she cried out in pain, I took my cock and plunged it into her virgin asshole, grabbing her throat from behind.
She began to choke and cry, not fighting back at all, seemingly acknowledging that this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. After a few minutes of punishing her even tighter asshole, I decided she had had enough being treated like a piece of meat and gave her a proposition.
“Mrs. Curtis,” I began, slowly catching my breath from the thirty minutes of hard pounding I had just given her.
“Melanie,” she responded, meekly.
“What?”
“After what we’ve just done, I think it’s ok for you to call me Melanie,” she muttered, completely defeated.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “Melanie, would you like to suck my cock, knowing that I’ve just spent the last five minutes in your shithole?”
Hesitating for only a second, she nodded her head twice.
I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, my cock poking her in her stomach. I slowly leaned it, and gently kissed her on the lips, with my closed mouth. Holding the back of her head lightly, I pulled her towards me and hugged her close, my cock now pushing up and resting just inside the bottom of her bosom.
“Why are you being so nice now?” She noticed the quick change in my actions.
“When we do this again on Monday, I don’t want you to hate me,” I responded, slowly cupping her large ass.
“We’ll be doing this again on Monday either way,” she told me, slowly dropping back to her knees.
Not even bothering to wipe my cock off with anything, she pushed me into her chair, and slowly wrapped her lips around my tool. She proceeded to give me the most sensual blowjob I’ve ever received. Cupping my balls gently, she slowly bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue over my throbbing purple head before bobbing back down once more. Within a few brief minutes, I told her I was going to cum, and she just nodded.
For the first time in a month, my cock erupted not by my own hand, and it felt incredible. Melanie swallowed the entire load, not missing a drop, before straddling over my still hard-cock on her knees and slipping her salty tongue into my mouth. |
Title: 1 2 3 4
Tags: Sex Joke
Content:
After a few years of married life, this guy finds that he is unable to get it up anymore. He goes to his doctor, his doctor tries a few things but nothing works.
Finally the doctor says to him "this is all in your mind", and refers him to a psychiatrist.
After a few visits to the shrink, the shrink confesses "I am at a loss as to how you could possibly be cured."
Finally the psychiatrist refers him to a witch doctor.
The witch doctor tells him, "I can cure this", and throws some powder on a flame, and there is a flash with billowing blue smoke....
The witch doctor says "This is powerful healing but you can only use it once a year! All you have to do is say '1 2 3' and it shall rise for as long as you wish!"
The guy then asks the witch doctor "What happens after when its over?".
The witch doctor says "all you have to say is '1 2 3 4' and it will go down". "But be warned it will not work again for 3 months!"
This guy goes home and that night is ready to surprise his wife with the good news... So he is lying in bed with her and says "1 2 3", and suddenly he gets a hard-on.
His wife turns over and says "What did you say '1 2 3' for?" |
Title: 1 AM in the Morning
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
Lust and horny
Content:
Since hiring Ellen two years ago and dating her off and on I'm beginning to think of a serious relationship with her. My problem is I enjoy being divorced and free to pursue women, my womanizing and my sexual appetite caused my six divorces. Ellen is in a deep sleep, when she feels a gentle push on her hip. She thought it was a dream, so she slides over, but found the edge. Being this is her house, she knew there was nobody else there. So, she knudged against the object. As if to say “ hell no I’m not moving over.” She fell back into a deep sleep as she lay there, sleeping, thinking about how she is naked, in a submissive state, feeling horny and wishing I was there. She is awaken again, by the feeling of her legs being spread open. “ Oh, fuck! Just go to sleep!”, she thought as I keep pushing at her thighs. She takes up some room with her legs shoved around the bed, making it hard for me to lay with her. So, she spread her legs open, thinking she is making room for herself trying to get comfortable.
Soon, she feels something wet against her lower ass crack, where her ass & pussy meet. Ellen is half awake, but with a soft smile. She realized I was there smelling her nakedness and submission. Laying there, she let me sniff around. She didn’t want me to know she is starting to wake up. Didn’t want me to stop. I pressed against her pussy hard, which instantly causing her pussy to swell to my cock. Was I trying to fuck her, right now? She thought. But, she didn’t care. It was me, she knew. I have always been very aggressive when fucking her. She smiled, her reaction, wanting my tongue against her now hungry pussy, she spread her knees apart and slightly lifted her ass toward the ceiling. She feels nothing against her pussy. Shit! she scared me off, she thought, laying there, with her wet pussy exposed to the room air. There is some movement on the bed. I'm shifting my position around. Perhaps I was just checking her out. Perhaps I just wanted to take her while she is sleeping, like a pervert. Laying there, wet, back slightly curved, raising her hips off the bed, she feels like an idiot, but didn’t move. She feels my tongue again, this time I push harder and she got wetter. She raised her ass higher, now I can’t miss her need.
I didn’t, MY tongue starts lapping at her pussy, a few licks at a time, but it feels amazing. Faster and faster I lick and before long, she is dripping with a mixture of her cum and my saliva. She lays there, cumming and cumming. Ellen has never been awakened to anyone trying to fuck her. She starts to pant, deeper and deeper breaths. I'm pushing deeper and harder with my tongue. Making her cum and squirt. She has never squirted in my mouth before, usually, only when I have penetrated her. She lets out a deep moan, as she squirts against my face and into my mouth. I stop with a few more licks. Ellen is now a horny slut, my horny slut. “ You started this, now finish it,” She screamed, raising her ass high in the air, rocking back on her knees, fully pushing her pussy out. Breathing deep, as if she had just run 5 miles. She feels more movement, then suddenly before she knew it, I lunged my huge cock hard slamming into her hard and deep. With three thrusts, I'm fully impaled inside her. “ Goddammit!! You are gonna turn me into a slut!” She feels angry, but she does love my huge hard cock. She lay there, filled with my cock. My huge cock buried deep inside her pussy, I give her a few hard thrusts, making sure I'm deep inside her. I'm pushing deeper then I have been, so it made up for me impaling her so fast.
She squeezes as tight as she can against my thick cock, she is slowly milking me, which she tried to do as often as possible when we are fucking. My cock feels hotter buried inside her and tonight I feel very hot to her. After I emptied my cum inside her, I dismounted. She stayed in that position, she was asleep when this started and is still in a sleepy state, though she is horny and being fucked. She feels me leaving the bed, I had gotten off the bed and she sort of sees me, going into the bathroom. Then in a few minutes later, she feels my heavy body move back on the bed between her legs. I start licking her pussy again. My tongue is so hot as I lap and lap what feels like hours. She often tries to push me away from her pussy, encouraging me to mount her again. She had yet to finish as she is still very horny & needing more fucking, so she didn’t mind me licking her dripping pussy. I dig my tongue deep into her pussy. Tonight, I ate her out for about a half hour then, to her surprise, I mounted her again. I probe around her slick slit. God! It feels amazing to have been penetrated earlier, then licked out and now my hot hard cock is probing her hungry pussy again, then I thrust hard and fast. Faster then before, or maybe she is just still too sleepy.
She came a few more times before she feels my cock swelling deep inside her walls. “ OMG!” she moans into the room. As I fuck her, my cock thrusting deep & harder then before. My cum filling her pussy quickly again, we stay knotted for a hour. I tried to dismount, but she reached up, grabbing me and rubbing another orgasm out thru her swollen clit, before letting me go. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom again, as she lay there, panting, exhausted from cumming so hard again. Ellen can’t move, her legs are weak and her body feels like it weighs a ton. She feels the hot thick cum mixed with blood slowly dripping out of her freshly fucked pussy again. She started to fall back to sleep but feels more shifting on the bed an hour later. She thought, I had gotten off of the bed. Then she feels my tongue again. My cheeks brushing against her pussy then I'm licking her again. “ What the hell are you doing? Are you kidding me!” She screams, “ What is wrong with you...tonight? What’s gotten into you?” But, she can’t do anything, she is exhausted and can’t move.
My large body lays heavy against her weak body, as I slam my hard cock inside her, for the fourth time time tonight. Grabbing her waist I mount her rougher then before to fuck her, as I fuck her longer of the previous three times. I fuck her for forty minutes before I fully impale her. She screams as my cock slams against her cervix. Again multiple orgasms rack her body, but my knot is short timed and I dump my load hard & fast. Now very sore, she tries to get up. Tries to gather her breath, her strength, clean up & gather her wits. Resting there on all fours, breathing uncontrollably, gathering herself slowly, she feels another heaviness against the bed, between her feet. “ No more!” she tried to say between her heavy breaths, but I didn’t care, I climb back on the bed. Then it hit her, she is in the breeding position, she is in my favorite position that I use for fucking her. Sometimes I don’t like her face to the floor then sometimes I do. She is short, so I can stand over her, without wrapping her waist and still fuck her. I lick her ass crack, from pussy to lower back, she hadn’t noticed before, but she is sweating down her back. “ Good, he’s not going to mount me,” so she thought. She feels the hair of my balls tickle her sore, wet pussy. “ No,” She gently whispers thru her panting, “ no.”
But, I didn’t listen. I had only my needs in mind as I probed her pussy again and started to slowly breed to with her again “ No, John! Get off!” She shouted, but I still didn’t care, “ Get off! NO!!” She can’t take my huge cock and knot again, there is no way. She tries pushing me away, but all it did is encourage me and my cock to become more aroused. “ No!” She tried shouting again thru her deep panting breaths. I gently shove my way deep into her sore bruised pussy, pushing against her sore cervix hard. " Please, John, stop!” but I didn’t, I keep on til she feels my shaft fully embedded inside her and my knot at the base of my shaft hit against the outside of her pussy. “ Well, at leased I don’t have to take his knot,” She thought, as she relaxed even more. Didn’t realize she had tensed up, the thought of my coming knot again must have made her so nervous that she tightened her pussy. Realizing she is relaxed, I shove my half swollen knot deep into her pussy and swell instantly. “ Motherfucker!” She screams, nearly crying, it hurt so bad to have just been fucked an hour ago like she had, knotted four times by me, all the size of tennis balls or nearly softballs, and now again. “ Fuck!” She cries out again. I took this as a signal to thrust while knotted, which sent her over the edge.
On all 4's, knotted deep for the fifth time, all she can do is cum again, but this time, there is pleasure mixed with the pain, sending her to places she has never been. Crying and trembling, she came, as I continue to thrust short jabs very hard, spewing cum with every thrust. Finaly, I stop moving and we are panting together, tied by our lust. I stayed knotted in her for one hour, cumming with every breathe, every heart beat. My body weight laid heavier against her and she nearly can’t hold us up, but we still stay knotted, still cum. Finally, I slide my cock from her sore aching pussy. Ellen collapses on the bed, rolling to her back, legs spread wide open, her knees nearly in a perminant bend. I lay on the bed next to her, my semi-hard cock laying against her thigh, but my attention is on her pussy. Lapping at her bruised sore pussy, my tongue feels like a soothing onitiment as I lick her pussy, while she lay there, still crying from both pleasure & pain. This is the first time since being with Ellen off and on that I have fucked her multiple times. She has never been with a man that recovered so fast and was hard and ready. |
Title: 1 Bitch Power
Tags: Fantasm
Introduction:
I never knew it was this good...
Content:
Bitch Power
My story begins with me just enjoying my Sunday afternoon sitting in my lawn chair beneath a almond
tree I planted in my backyard 7 years ago.My yard is fenced but you can barely see across my back neighbor's yard.As the afternoon went by I can clearly hear my neighbor's kids playing with their
dog which is a Golden Retriever.I could not help overhearing Tom telling his son Jimmy, "Stop poking the Dog's tingy, she does not like that". So I continued to relax myself.
About 1 hr. later no more kids playing and I was alone but got a little curious.Strangely I did not want to take a peep into my neighbor's yard to see anything but to take a look at the dog that was being poked.
I peeped through a small hole and noticed a Beautiful, clean female Golden Retriever.I said to myself
"that's a cute Bitch". I had thought about fucking a dog a few times but never got that opportunity since I do not even have a dog.
Two weeks later I was doing some landscaping when Tom shouted me over his fence and we had a nice chat about stuff, when finally he got to the point of asking me a do him a huge favor.Out of my
good self I said "sure".Tom and his family were going on a 2 weeks vacation in Alaska and he wants me, yes me to take care of his dog Ginger. I was excited but remained calm and try to
look as if I had to think a bit.I then asked Tom, "so what about your house" he said "oh, my little brother will stay in for me but he is not too fond of dogs". I said OK i will help you out, knowing fully well I am actually helping myself.
You must know that I live with my wife and 2 kids but they went to spend a week at my In-laws (yuck)...so me staying home was a good decision.My family understands that since I once punched my Father-in-law in his face for joking about my Father.
Next morning Tom came across with Ginger and a large doggy bag which was filled with doggy stuff (food, brush, shampoo etc). Now Ginger was a friendly dog who is no stranger to me so I
did not have to worry about she not liking me.I fed her and went to take a shower.Now it was that moment when I started to put a plan together.So I went online to get a few tips and got lots.
The next day Ginger was so relaxed as if she was mine and lived here all along.
I took a shower and then i fed her and then I started to groom her
and play with and she was loving every moment.I rubbed her head, back,
belly, nipples, legs and no I did not go for gold yet.As I rubbed and
played with her I was beginning to get aroused because all along while
I was playing with her my eyes were fixed on her most inviting and
thick looking vagina.It looked delicious.I continued to rub her and she
was laying on the floor of my sitting room. Surprisingly as I played with
Ginger I noticed she was very relaxed and was breathing a bit faster and
I also noticed that her pussy seemed to be a bit wet so I had to investigate
and boy was I correct, she was wet and slimy.When I touched the lips of
her now wet pussy she was enjoying it a lot.So I wanted to test her, so
I stopped and got up and went to my bedroom and waited to see if she'll
follow.After 2 minutes she arrived and walked next to me and and turned around
for me to continue. That was my green light to begin.
I stripped of my clothes and got out the KY I bought and I started to
play with her more and now I was rubbing that pussy and it was warm and
very slippery.My 7 1/2" cock was raging with pain and wanted to fuck real
bad but I was not ready yet.As I played with her she kept backing into
my hand and it was obvious that Ginger was aroused and wanted to be fucked.
I took the KY and started to massage her pussy lips and then move more to
her inside.It felt soft and warm but she was not that tight as I expected.
I lubed her up well and then placed some on my cock as well.
I moved up behind her and I was amazed at how Ginger was so relaxed and she
just stood there.As I placed my cock head at the entrance of he cunt I
could not believe that I am now going to fuck this bitch and I was just
over powered with passion and had to continue.When my cock made contact
with Ginger's pussy it was amazing.She was so so hot and wet and I was
so horny.I pushed the head in and oh my gosh, did it feel awesome.I had
to push some more and I can fell her pussy walls open up and it was actually
clamping on my cock.I was enjoying this and Ginger was too from the way she
was breathing and kept pushing back into my thrusts.I was now fully inside
her and was stroking that cunt, in , out, in, out, in , out and it felt
really good.AS I fucked her pussy I could feel her body heat and the
actual thought of having sex with a dog was just mind blowing.I was loving it.
After minutes of screwing Ginger I felt my body starting to
tremble and I started to fuck her faster and Ginger was loving it too.
Then I came with a force that was beyond anything that I have
ever experienced in sex.The walls of her pussy was hot and holding my
cock with every push and with every pull.I was enjoying this fuck.
I shot my sperm right up her cunt and I could not control myself and
let out a loud "awww" and fell over on her back.
As my cock softened I pulled out, Ginger turned around and licked the
mixed juices oozing out her pussy and then went straight for my cock and
gave it a good few licks and it was too much for me to handle. I just layed back
and she cleaned me up and then left the room.I fell asleep and got up
2 hrs. later just to find Ginger sleeping on my sofa.
I made love with Ginger for the next 2 weeks and it was such a pleasure
of finding a new hobby.The next day Tom arrived and came across to pick up
Ginger. He thanked me and walked off with Ginger, and her bag when Tom
turned around, and what he said next almost made me a had a Heart attack.
Tom asked " Did you enjoy her?" |
Title: 1 boy's little fairy tale
Tags: Fiction, Males / Females, Masturbation, Voyeurism
Content:
```My roommate's girl had his pants down and she was jerking him off on the sofa while they kissed, her nimble hand moving up and down his erection almost in slow motion. As if I'd tried to come home and instead walked into a dream.
```Well, a dream sequence.
```The ineffable bliss spread across his dumb face stopped me from making a sarcastic irritated roommate remark to break up the party, which was my first impulse. And you always leave your damn dirty dishes in the sink, too, ya bastard.
```Instead, I focused on girl, who didn't like me and who I didn't like, either, but was a skinny hottie. I was medium-drunk, home from a bitchy date who led me to believe I was about to get laid and then got a better deal on her cell phone.
```They didn't seem to realize that I had lumbered in, or they didn't care. I felt just snarky enough to take my dick out and jack off. Roommate's girl's slim hand moved up and down faster, bunching up the loose foreskin beneath the helmet, and pulling it taut, again and again. While they kissed and kissed and kissed.
```How sweet.
```He groaned. She whimpered with anticipation, and his semen went flying out to my left, his right, onto the unoccupied area of the sofa, the coffee table, and the end table lampshade.
```I turned around and went to my room before they came to their senses and ugliness could inevitably ensue. A quick jack and hit the sack, that was my plan and forget about this whole lousy night.
```Still, as they say, hope springs eternal for the horny, so I left my bedroom door open, fuck it, maybe pixie girl would get tired of stupid stud and wander in and take me into her dream.
```Then, like some kind of magic, there she was, in the doorway, naked.
```"Oh, you poor baby, are you jacking off? Can I come in for a minute?"
```At last my incessant fantasies had evolved into wonderful hallucinations! It had finally happened, I was over the edge. An angel had come to rescue me.
```"Come in," I said, though she was already climbing onto my bed, her very real flesh, thighs specifically, very warm. "I was waiting for you," said.
```"I need your cock for a minute," she said, climbing on and directing the connection, sinking down and planting her hands on my chest. She began wriggling her ass, the cheeks of which I cupped in both hands, fingertips teasing her asshole hairs.
```We had one of those wet, juicy explosions of the groin together that I like so much, then she extracted herself and ran back to him. -30- |
Title: 1 drink 2 drink 3 drink, fucked in the ass?
Tags: Fiction, Ass to mouth, Cheating, Cock & ball torture, Female Domination, Male / Older Female, Threesome, Transsexual
Content:
Sitting at the hotel’s bar Tom finished his second drink of the night. It had been a long day of back to back meetings and seminars and Tom was just taking the last couple of minutes before he had to go to sleep and do it all over again to relax. Being away for is family a lot was taking a toll on him but he had to do it because this was a good paying job and he needed the money with a wife and three kids at home. The thing that sucked the most for Tom was that with being on the road so much he was left with watching hotel porn and jerking himself off when he was horny.
Tom order a third and final drink and when the bartender bought him the drink he told Tom that this one was on the two ladies at the other end. Tom looked down the bar and saw two very attractive looking ladies smiling back at him. Tom started to mouth “thank you but…” when the two ladies got up and headed his way. They came and sat next to Tom and before Tom could say anything they told him that they had been watching him for a while and saw that him looked sad and out of it. Tom told them about how he had been on the road so much over the last year that it was getting to him.
Tom didn’t know why but it started to open up to the two ladies at the bar and soon found himself having more to drink then he wanted. He found out that the two ladies were business partners and here for some of the meetings too. Also that their names were Mary who was a thirty-nine year old blonde with two kids at home and Heather who was a single forty-two year old red head. The bartender came and told them that it was last call and Tom looked at his watched and saw that it was one in the morning. He told the two lovely ladies that it was fun but he had to get to his room. They told him that they should be heading up too and they all headed to the elevator. Once inside Tom pressed his floor and Mary told him that they were on the same floor. They continued to talk as they rode up and with the amount of liquor in Tom he wasn’t all there so when Heather asked him what was his plan after he got back to his room. He told them that he was just going to watch some porn and wack off and go to sleep.
The doors open and with a moment of awkward silence Tom said good night and headed down the hall to his room. The ladies followed him down the hall and when Tom got to his room they all soon found that their rooms were next to each other. Tom was trying to get in his room when Heather leaned over and asked if he wanted to join them in their room and gave him a small kiss on the lips. Tom told the ladies that he was married and that he couldn’t and that is when Mary pulled him in their room and told him that it was fine. This wasn’t how Tom saw his night going but walking backwards with these two good looking women walking to him as they stripped from their cloths wasn’t all bad.
Mary removed her top to a black bra holding up a huge set of tits and Tom could see that she wasn’t in that bad of shape for having kids. She unzipped the back of her skirt and pushed it to the floor to a hairless pussy and nice thick tights. Mary removed her bra and her 40DD tits sagged down and there she stood in just a pair of heels. Tom cock was rock hard by now and tenting his pants. Heather was next as she removed her blouse to a pink bra that was about a B cup in size. As she worked on her pants Mary pushed Tom back on the bed and was opening up his pants to let out his cock. Mary was using her teeth to pull down his pants and boxers and soon out popped his six inch hard cock. She didn’t waste anytime and sucked in his balls as she jerked hard on his cock. Mary was very rough with Tom but he liked it a lot as Heather crawled up on the bed once she had her pants off. She had a garter belt holding thigh high stockings on and a matching thong. Tom ran his hand over her smooth ass as she made her way to his mouth and started to kiss him. Her lips were so soft and the kiss so hot and wet as she probed his mouth with her tongue.
Mary was going to town on his cock sucking and jerking it very hard that was making Tom very close to cumming. Mary felt this and squeezed his cock at the base as she pulled Heather hair tie out to wrap around his cock. It was totally different for Tom being that he had never been with two women at once nor had his wife been this rough with him before. Mary was now running her teeth up the length of his cock at she sucked on it and even with the tie Tom was getting very close to cumming. Heather and Mary switched positions and now Mary straddle Tom’s head and lowered her pussy to his mouth as Heather took over sucking his cock.
Heather pushed Tom’s legs up and Mary grabbed them to hold as Heather started to rim his asshole. This was all new to Tom and was feeling great as he licked away and Mary’s juicy pussy. Mary’s pussy was a lot sweeter then Tom’s wife’s pussy and he was doing a good job because Mary was moaning as he sucked of her clit and lips. Tom could feel Heather’s tongue go deeper and deeper into his asshole and soon felt what had to being her finger work its way into it. Next Tom felt Heather get real close to him and before he knew it Heather rammed something big into his asshole. He was pinned down by Mary and with her pussy filling his mouth he could scream out for the pain he was feeling in his asshole now. All he could do was continue to suck of her pussy as Heather was now fucking his ass with something bigger then his own cock.
The pain from the object being fucked into his ass soon faded away and a new feeling of pleasure over took him. What ever it was, was going so deep that it was pushing into his prostate and causing his cock to grow harder and harder. With Mary holding his legs Heather started to slap Tom’s cock and balls as she fucked him more and more. There was nothing Tom could do because Mary’s body was blocking him from covering himself with his hands. Heather was really laying into the slaps and was with one hand grabbed hold of his balls to pull down on as she smacked his cock around. Mary was pinching his nipples and grinding her pussy into his face as she came all over it.
Once Mary was done cumming she rolled off Tom and he had his first look at what Heather was using to fuck his ass. Tom looked down and saw that Heather was fucking him with her own cock and she was on the edge of cumming in his ass. Tom couldn’t fully bring himself to the fact that Heather was a tranny or that she was fucking him with her cock. Tom soon was trying to pull himself out from under her put Mary held him there as Heather rammed her cock all the way up his ass and unloaded a big load in it. Tom could feel his bawls filling with her cum and it started to leak out the sides. Once Heather was done she pulled out of Tom and crawled up to his mouth and feed him her cum covered cock. All Tom could do was open and let her put her cock in his mouth for him to suck clean. Tom never tasted cum before and it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He could taste some of his ass put cleaned all the cum from it as she pulled it out with a pop.
Heather laid down on the other side of Tom as he looked down to see that he had cummed himself as Heather was cumming in him. Tom soon passed out and woke later that morning to the sounds of the hotel maid knocking on the door before entering the room. Tom was still a little out of it and as he was coming to he looked around the room to find that both Mary and Heather were gone. He couldn’t stop the maid from coming in because he had a pair of panties in his mouth and he was handcuffed to the headboard. The maid frozen in her tracks as she saw that Tom was naked cuffed to the bed and that he had written all over his body in red lipstick. Tom looked down and saw that the ladies had written “whore” and “great fuck” on his chest and that his cock and balls were tied up with a pair of stockings. His ass was still sore from the fucking that Heather gave him and he couldn’t do a thing about covering himself up for the maid.
The maid who was a older short Spanish woman walked over to Tom and say “well what to we have here” as she smiled and tossed around he soft tied up cock. |
Title: 1 Good Pussy..Stacey's Deception
Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Interracial, Teen Male/Teen Female
Introduction:
If stories about a black guy fucking the shit out of a white girl pisses you off. I suggest you leave now. (you've had ample warning)
Content:
Over the summer I decided to visit my old friend Ray in the neighborhood I used to live in a couple years ago. I haven't seen him in a long ass time so it was good to catch up with him. I finally got to the house after a long four and a half hours of driving. I was ready to get some damn sleep. As I was getting my bags out the trunk my eyes caught some sexy ass white girl washing a car in a tiny jean skirt and a bikini top. That’s when I grabbed Ray by the shoulder.
"Yo Ray, who's that?"
"Oh that’s Stacey. Every guy on the block got some from her." He had a light smile on his face.
"Even you?"
"Yeah."
"Well I’ll hit it before I leave. In fact I'll talk to her now." I said confidently. Then I walked across the street.
Her back was facing me so she didn't see me yet until she turned around. Damn this girl had ass, it was round, big and tight. Personally I was an ass man. She had light brown silky hair to her stomach and milky white flawless skin. What made her ass look so big was the small waist, in fact the rest of her body was small. She had perfect thin long legs. She looked like she was around 5'5. She turned around and looked at me.
"Wassup?" I asked.
She set the water hose down and walked down the driveway towards me. I was now face to face with her.
"Hey. Do I know you?"
She had one of those cute high pitch girlie voices, now that I was able to look at her close up she had light blue eyes, like ice maybe. She had perfect dick sucking full lips along with soft facial features. Not only that she was almost busting out that tiny bikini top with her big tits.
"No you don’t know me. I’m a friend of Rays I came all the way out of California to see him, I used to live in your house."
"Really? Well Rays a nice guy and a good friend so if you're anything like him, im interested."
Every time she said a word with "TH" in it she stuck her tongue out slightly between her teeth. In a way she was letting me know she had tongue skills.
"I’m Marlon, and you."
"I’m Stacey."
"Pretty name, but obviously so are you."
She sweetly blushed and turned her head away from me. In some form of embarrassment.
"What baby... You don’t believe me?"
"No not that, I just wasn't prepared for that."
She it said giggling and her tits bouncing. And me looking. I noticed she had a habit of running her fingers through her hair and letting it all cascade back down. That was sexy.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"17."
"Me too."
There was a long pause
"Do you wanna come inside? You know, finish talking."
I knew and she knew that we weren't gonna just "talk" this girl was easy. But why? She was so beautiful. Its usually the ugly ones like that. I knew that the second after I slept with her all this interest I had in her now would be gone. I wanted to stay and play for a few days.
"Baby, you know I would but I gotta finish unpacking how bout I catch up with you later."
"Okay, do you want my number?"
"Lets see... Let me come over at around this time tomorrow."
"Okay! Bye Marlon, it was nice meeting you."
She reached over and wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. At first I was surprised but I went with the flow and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her body was warm and her tits felt good pressed up against my chest. After the hug was over she sweetly smiled and went back to washing the car.
I went back to Rays house. And told him everything. At least everything he didn’t see out the window. We were in his room setting up the air mattress.
"Shit I forgot to bring my condoms!" I said
"I got you covered." Ray said as he pulled a box out his drawer. I got up and grabbed the box away from him.
"Man, you know I cant wear these small ass condoms. I need the large ones."
Of course I forgot to mention Ray was white. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and an athletic build. Although we were complete opposites he was still a best friend and a good person.
"You black guys think you're so bad with your "so called" big dicks. When it really depends on the motion of the ocean!" He began moving his hips around in some rythmless geek way. I began to laugh.
The next day after going out and buying condoms that were actually my size. Ray and I went back to his house and I got ready to go over Stacey's house. I decided to go for the hardcore thug look. I wore a black du rag on my head, a whitebeater with black baggy khaki pants. By the way im darkskinned 6'2 exactly 205 pounds, athletic build and brown eyes. I walked back into his room to hear head throbbing rock music.
"Turn that shit off!" I yelled as I rummaged through my bags and threw a G-Unit CD at him.
He looked at it with dis interest and threw it back. I turned around and walked out the room and out the house as Rays mom looked at me like I was a crime suspect. I walked up to Stacey's door and knocked, in no less than two seconds did she answer it.
"Hi Marlon."
She opened the door and let me in. She wore tiny white shorts and a matching white midriff that tied up at the breasts. This outfit could seriously fit a six year old, but it looked damn sexy on her.
"You look nice." I said.
"Thank you." She walked in front of me. Half her ass was hanging out those teeny shorts. It was meaty and juicy as hell. I was tempted to slap it. I didnt realize I was licking my lips and staring at it until we hit the kitchen and she turned around completley catching me. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I’m gonna fix us a drink okay." She softly said.
I sat down on the stool in her kitchen. My old house looks way better now than when we used to live in it, i thought. I saw her open up the top cabinet to get some glasses. She had to be doing this on purpose, standing on her tip toes and reaching as high as she can. I don’t even think she was wearing panties. That big ass was all I was looking at. She grabbed the glasses and fell off her tip toes quick and hard makikng her ass jiggle. I was ready to lose my mind. "Oh shit." I accidentally said.
"What was that?" She asked while walking to the fridge.
"Uhh, with ice."
"You got it."
She fixed the drinks and walked in front of me handing me my glass of soda. I took a sip and realized she was getting closer. So close she was now between my legs. For the second time she ran her fingers through her hair, letting it all cascade back down. Looking at me with her longing blue eyes. She pressed her lips against mine and slid her tongue in my mouth. As she wrapped her arms around my neck. I began to kiss her back exploring her mouth and caressing my tongue up against hers. My hands started on her waist but moved to her hips, then her ass. Once I had my hands on it I didn't wanna let go. My fingertips pressed into her soft ass. With one of my hands I took it off and re grabbed it. Almost slapping it. I loved how it felt. She kissed me harder after that. I knew I could have her now but I wanted to save it for later.
"You wanna go upstairs Marlon?" She asked. My hands still on her ass and her arms still around my neck.
I looked down at her large breasts and then back into her eyes.
"Not yet, Baby I've only been here for about 7 minutes, lets watch TV." She gave me a strange look and walked toward the den as I followed behind her, still watching that ass. We sat on the couch with ample space between us. She had the remote and flipped the channel to one of those disgusting plastic surgery procedure shows. Looking at it with interest.
"You watch this shit?" I asked after sipping my drink.
"Yeah, It prepares me."
"Prepares you for what?"
"Next year I’m getting a boob job."
Huh, I thought. This girl already had to be packing D cups. Why the hell would she.
"Why. You know they're already big." That gave me an excuse to look at them
"Yeah, but I don’t want big. I want HUGE."
"Those are enough to satisfy any man." I added.
She scooted closer and closer to me until our bodies touched.
"Enough to satisfy you?" She asked in a sexy voice.
She fondled with the tie on her midriff and untied it. Her large firm tits came free out of her top. She had perfect and perky breasts with pink areolas and nipples. She watched me watching them. Her top still on and untied.
"Are they enough Marlon?" She broke the erotic silence and my observant staring. I looked back into her eyes.
"Y-yeah." I said stammering.
"You can touch them if you want."
Stacey was good. She knew how to play the game. She wanted it now and this was her way of trying to get me. Licking my lips in lust, I grabbed one of them gently as she arched her chest out lightly smiling. I moved down and lightly sucked on one of them, at first I had most of it in my mouth, then I moved to her nipple and began to separatley suckle on it. I continued swirling my tongue around the rest of her breast. Her arm went around me and she began to caress the back of my neck. Then she moved in for another kiss. Once again I felt her soft lips up against mine and her tounge in my mouth. My dark black hand still squeezing her other creamy white breast, feeling her hard nipple in the middle of my hand. My other hand grabbed her other breast. I just couldn't let go, they felt so damn good. She started laying down expecting me to get on top of her...I did...I was laying on top of her, in between her legs. My dick now touching her pussy. I was now propped up on my elbows as she continued to kiss me grinding her hips up against my now hard dick. Feeling the slight mound between her thighs. And her arms still around my neck.
"Mmmm you feel so big." She moaned referring about the size of my dick.
"Fuck me Marlon."
I got off the top of her, sitting up to my former position.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked getting up, her top still full and wide open.
"Stacey, I didn't wanna just jump to the fuckin, lets just take this slower."
"Wow, Do you have a girlfriend or something?"
"No, I just wanna take this in steps."
"Steps?" She asked running her fingers through her hair again for the fifth time by now.
"Come on I haven't even seen it. I’m desperate to know if its true about black guys."
"You will baby."
"Can I still suck it?" I wasn't expecting to hear that.
"Yeah." I said casually when I was exited on the inside. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my zipper and pulled it out. That’s when she got off the couch and onto her knees.
"Oh my God, it's soooo big."
She looked at it with a smile and with no further questions she slowly slid my dick into her mouth. Her lips were so soft pressed up against my dick and her mouth was wet and warm. Her mouth looked overstuffed with my dick inside it. She sucked on the head then moved down to get the rest. That’s when she took me by surprise and effortlessly shoved it down her throat. That’s when I groaned and palmed the back of her head pushing it down on my cock. It was going in and out her throat at a quick pace now. The sensations of her wet mouth and throat felt like heaven on my dick, so i rested my head back and enjoyed every moment. I anticipated the moment I'd get to cum deep down in her throat. "That’s right, suck daddys dick." "Yeah suck on it real good." When someones giving you real good head anything comes out your mouth. "Don’t stop sucking my dick bitch." The encouragement made her even more passionate about it when she took it back inside her mouth and sucked it like a vacuum. That’s when I felt the cum rise up from my balls, travel up my dick and squirt three giant squirts of my blackman seed into her mouth. My climax was sharp and intense. Some of the cum got on the side of her mouth, but the rest of it she swallowed down like a pro. She licked my dick clean of all its creamy white contents, gave it one final suck and stopped.
"Damn Stacey." I said putting my dick back in my pants.
She giggled and then took a sip of her soda.
With her shirt still opened and untied she sat on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.
"There’s a lot more where that came from." She answered running her fingers in circles around my chest. I grabbed one of her tits and began to massage it while we talked.
"How long are you gonna be out here?" She asked
"I got three more days."
"3 days, im really going to miss you."
"Me too." Not after I hit it, I thought.
I looked at my watch like I had to be somewhere.
"Baby, I gotta go."
"But why?"
I let go of her tit, and she slowly got up. That’s when I noticed her knees were red.
"Will you come back?" She innocently asked while tying her top back up.
"Yeah, tomorrow at around this time." I walked toward the door with her behind me. While standing by the door she grabbed my hand and kissed me. I kissed her back. I looked at her perfect image one more time, opened the door and left.
Once I got back to Rays house I told him everything of course. Stacey was a whore, I knew that and every other guy on the block did too. So why was I constantly thinking of her and treating her like a girlfriend. Maybe it will all be different after I get the pussy.
The next day I went back to her house. Like yesterday she answered within 2 seconds. This time she wore a short silk black robe, her hair was also damp. She let me in without greeting me. As soon as the door shut she began kissing me and leading my hand up her robe. She grabbed my hand and walked me up the stairs and surprisingly into my old room.
"This was my old room." I said breaking the kiss.
"That’s great." She said sarcastically still kissing me.
She pushed me onto the bed. Damn she was aggressive and I loved every minute of it. She crawled on top of me and took off her little black robe, under that she was wearing a tight black teddy. My dick froze, she looked like a lingerie model. She began undressing me first with my shirt, then standing up and letting me take off my pants. I reached for my condom in my wallet and quickly put it on, as she waited with a wet and wanting pussy. After I put it on she faced me, took off the teddy exposing her bare white pussy and the big beautiful tits I already seen. Then she leaned on the bed and got on all fours.
"This is how you want it?" I asked.
"Yes."
I walked up to her ass, took my dick and slowly slid it into her pussy until it was all the way in. She sweetly moaned. That’s when I took my full length out and pushed it right back in. Her pussy was warm, wet, and inviting. For a whore she definitely had a tight pussy. One of my hands held her hips the other one tickled and played with her clit. After I was back in balls deep, I felt her pussy walls expand and then contract causing me to let out a series of groans as I pounded in and out of her enjoying the squeeze-let go feeling her pussy was giving me. She clamped her pussy muscles down on my dick and after a second or two she let go. I started pushing up inside her a little harder, and the harder I got the more the bed creaked.
"Uhhh, harder." She asked
She was one of those girls that liked it rough. So I began to go harder, and harder till I reached maximum speed. She wildly moaned and squealed. I was bangin the shit out of her little white pussy with my black dick. Her pink wet hole looked overstuffed, just like her mouth did yesterday. Her pussy felt so damn good I enjoyed every second of it. When it started to feel even better I started pulling her long brown hair while pounding into her full force. This was the first time I fucked a white girl and thanks to her it wont be my last. This girl was way too experienced, I didn’t have a problem with it. Her pussy was getting wetter as I was fucking her. It felt even better. Her pussy went from wet to slimy in seconds. I groaned louder. Then I slowed down took my dick all the way out and jammed it forcefully into her pussy hard and quick. Her moans were now incessant. I did this about four more times before I went back to fast-fucking her. I let go of her hair and took my hand off her clit, slapped her ass twice in a row, and tightly held her hips pushing her on my dick even more. I was getting rougher now that I was close to climaxing. I pumped her pussy about four more times as I felt the greatest climax emerge, It was like an explosion. It felt so fuckin good I groaned the loudest of all the other groans. Then I groaned one last long time as my climax started to fade. I pulled my slimy wet condom covered dick out of her. She turned around smiling as I was still breathing hard.
"I loved it." She grabbed me by my hand, pulled back the blankets and got inside. I got inside with her. I figured I might as well give her some after-sex-bedtime talk since I was leaving the day after tomorrow. She nestled into my arms with a smile on her face and her blue eyes dead on me. I felt her wet pussy on my leg.
"I love you Marlon."
At that point I got a butterfly in my stomach. I hope she wasn't expecting me to say it back, I just met her. Yeah I liked her, and I could possibly picture her being my girlfriend. I didn't love her. After a moment of silence she put her finger over my lips.
"Sssh , you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way." She removed her finger.
"Stacey, I just met you 2 days ago, you're just caught in the moment."
"Call it whatever you want."
After a few more minutes of talk. I got dressed, left the room and headed for the door before her parents would get home. She kissed me one more time, that’s when I opened the door and left. When I got home I of course told Ray everything. We both decided If I wanted to get home at the time I wanted to which was about 8am then I should leave at 3am. On my last day I bought Stacey a rose to let her know I cared. We made out for the last time.
That following morning I woke up at 3am and tiredly packed my stuff in the car. As I was shutting the door I heard a loud noise. I reached for the baseball bat in my passesnger seat, emerged from the car and turned around holding the bat in swinging position. Thats when I saw Stacey in a tiny tight white nightgown flinching from fear. Her hair was behind her shoulders.
"I need you!"
She ran towards me. I was shocked to see her out this late.
"Stacey go back home. I coulda hurt you."
"Please, just a few minutes."
She started kissing me. I wasn’t kissing her back, my feelings for her were starting to fade. She stopped kissing me and turned around opening the backseat door. She got inside.
"One more time?"
I looked up at Rays house too see all the lights out, then Stacey’s house. The lights were out as well. I dropped the bat and got in the backseat and crawled on top of her. Her nightgown was already up to her waist. I pulled down my pajama pants and out came my dick. I positioned myself between her legs and slowly pushed my dick up in her. The penetration made her moan as she caressed the back of my head. I knew I had to do this quick. So I pulled out and began pushing into her quick and hard. Her pussy felt better than last time for some reason. Again her walls squeezed my dick. Her pussy was so wet and tight. I groaned numerous times as she squealed my name. I was fucking her good in my backseat. And not only that her little pussy was like heaven on earth. I dove deep into her fucking the shit out her pussy. Her body shook beneath me. the feeling got way more intense as I felt my climax coming It felt unbelievably good. I groaned one last time as I felt my cum squirt out, about 3 squirts maybe. After I was done I got off the top of her and got out the backseat, still breathing hard. She got out afterwards and stood in front of me, running her fingers though her hair like she always did.
"I’m really gonna miss you." She told me with watery blue eyes.
"I will too, I kissed her forehead."
"I still love you."
"Don’t forget me Marlon. But something tells me you'll be back."
"How do you figure that?" I asked
"You'll see." She said smiling
She kissed my lips. Then she walked across the street. I watched her until she made it safely back into her house. I got in the car and drove off. I was driving for about two hours or so when I almost crashed the car in pure shock.
"A condom!"
"Oh shit forgot to wear a condom!"
Since Stacey "Loved me" so much im guessing she wanted me to get her pregnant so I can always be with her. How can I be so fucking stupid and have sex with her with no protection! That’s what she meant when she told me I’d be back. I continued driving back home just thinking about the call I was going to get nine months from now.
~FIN |
Title: 1 LOOK N HOOK 2 HERES THE RUB, BUB, YOURE A CUB
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Male / Female Teens, Reluctance, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he's really dating mom!
Content:
[b]1 LOOK ‘N HOOK
“Sean, our little league is short a baseball coach. You would be perfect for the job.”
“Yeah? How much does it pay?”
“You know it’s voluntary.”
“Yeah? I’m crazy about you Roxanne, but I know you. You aren’t going to let this be voluntary.”
“Get a life my love. Since you graduated high school, about the only time you get out of the house is with me.”
“Well that’s because I work at home.” As a freshmen Sean designed web pages for some friends. It came naturally to him. It developed into a part-time business, and now a full-time business.
Looking into Sean’s shiny blue eyes, Roxanne moves her hands to his hips and her lips passionately to his soft cheek. “That’s the whole point! Would you want your office to become a jail cell?”
With tongue in cheek, “Betray me with a kiss, would you? I suppose you already gave the athletic director my name and number.”
As Sean sees the embarrassment on Roxanne’s face, he turns his lips toward hers as he wraps his arms around her shapely hips. His tongue penetrates her beckoning mouth in a moment of timelessness. Roxanne gratefully reciprocates as her fingers roam to his eager buns, squeezing his softness.
Sean looks deep into Roxanne’s passionate brown eyes, “OK. OK. OK!”
“OK? You’ll do it!?”
With a sly smirk Sean seductively whispers, “Yes, I’ll do it! Come on upstairs!”
With her charming laughter, “You slime ball. I mean coaching!”
All googly-eyed, “You need coaching? I’ll give you coaching!”
“Stop it!”
2 HERE’S THE RUB, BUB, YOU’RE A CUB
When Sean arrives at the ball field, most of his kids are there already. As soon as he pops the trunk they all come running to him, mobbing him, “Are you our coach? Are you our coach? …”
Bending down on one knee, placing a hand on the shoulders of two boys, making eye contact with each boy individually, “I’m Sean [pronounced Shawn]. And yes, I’m your coach.”
Spontaneously, the boys go into what seems to Sean as some sort of a tribal chant. The volume nearly knocks him over. As he recovers balance, smiling, “Who’s gonna help me with the equipment?”
“Me! Me! Me! ...”
“Wow! You’re an energetic bunch.”
Arnie asks, “What’s the name of our team?”
“The Cubs.”
“Ugh. Why didn’t you pick the Padres!?”
Jerry interjects, “No! The Dodgers.”
“I didn’t have a choice. Names and teams were already picked when I came on board.”
Half the kids sadly say, “Oh well.”
By the time they set the equipment up, all twelve boys are present and accounted for. “OK guys, I’m coaching alone, so I need volunteers for captains for today’s practice.”
With hands waving madly, “Me Sean! Me! Me Sean! ...”
Picking the three biggest boys, “OK what are your names.”
The huskiest boy, with short brown hair and blue eyes, “I’m Ricky. Rick The Quick!”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
The tallest boy, with slender build, a short Afro, and bright brown eyes, “They call me Karim. Accent on the second syllable.”
“I’ll remember that.”
The most athletic looking boy, with bored expression, soft spoken, “Michael.”
“What happened to your enthusiasm of one minute ago?”
“Uh, um…I wanted to be captain. But now that you picked me, I don’t want to.”
Compassionately, “You know Michael, I think you’re gonna be a way cool captain.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, eyes lighting up, “Ya think so!?”
“I definitely think so. You get first pick—were dividing into three squads to play a scrimmage.”
Short, slender Jeff pipes up, “Watsa scrimmage?”
Smiling, “So you’re the team spokesman. A scrimmage is a practice game. I want you to play it like a real game, except for pitching—I want pitchers aiming right down the middle, and no fastballs today. It’s to early in the season to be throwing hard. And no curveballs—never. Your arms aren’t developed enough to be putting that kind of stress on them.” Jose and Michael groan. Others look pleased.
With the three squads picked, “Are you rrready to rrrumble?”
Simultaneously, “Yeah!!!”
“OK. The catcher calls balls and strikes, and foul balls. The pitcher calls outs. Captains manage their respective teams. That frees me to instruct and get to know each of you. Soooo pppplay ball! Ricky, your squad is up first. Karim and Michael, get your guys positioned in the field. You have eight guys, so play with two outfielders.”
Practice goes remarkably well. All the boys are on their best behavior for their new coach, not that they are all impressed with Sean. Fred thinks to himself that Sean must be gay—he’s gentle rather than macho. When Sean approaches him to give him some hitting tips Sean puts his hand on his shoulder. If looks could kill, Fred would be arrested. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
With tongue in cheek, “That’s alright.” Sean had already removed his hand and now finishes his perceptive instruction. Fred couldn’t believe that Sean had sensed he was uncomfortable with the touch, worrying that he could read his thoughts as well. Fred feels quite embarrassed, but somehow the eye contact Sean makes with him helps him get over it quickly.
Alex, on the other hand feels completely mesmerized with Sean--his angelic looks: hint-of-green blonde hair blowing freely in the breeze, tantalizing blue eyes, baby face of a movie star, barely noticeable hair on his arms and legs, and a shapely butt, he imagines. Had Alex been born a decade sooner he wouldn’t need to guess. When Sean was a kid, everyone wore tight, short shorts to baseball practice. When playing in the streets, they usually wore a bathing suit and no shirt, most of the summer. And the popular bathing suits were Speedo bikinis*. They felt free as the bees, proud of their boyhood. With the exception of Jeff, these boys wear heavy, baggy shorts seemingly down to their ankles, including Alex. Jeff wears thin polyester shorts, just above the knees.
Alex feels high as a kite when Sean shows him how to reach way back to throw the ball farther. Not settling for a pat on the back, Alex throws himself onto Sean for a big hug. Sean turns slightly to the side, as he wraps his arms around Alex. “Thanks Alex. You’re quite a guy.” Alex feels disappointed that Sean turned to the side, yet deeply appreciates the hug and warm remark.
Watching most of this encounter, Jose thinks to himself, “Impressive. More of these whites should act like Hispanics. This would be a better world. Sean really rocks. I’ll have to kiss him on the cheek when I go for my hug.” Jose is clueless as to Alex’s romantic feelings. Fred, however, spits and swears under his breath.
By the time practice is over, each boy received some coaching from Sean who got to know them individually. Jamie runs to bring the bases in. Twin brothers Arnie and Jerry put the equipment back in the bag. Jose runs to Sean. Sean senses that he’s coming for a hug, squats down, and greets him with open arms. With a smack on the cheek, Sean falls over backwards. The team bursts out laughing and starts piling on top of them. All except three. Steaming with anger that could melt titanium, Fred mutters, “They’re all f---in’ faggots!” His buddy Roy knew how he’d react so didn’t join in, but feels envious of them. And Clyde shyly watches, also with envy.
Sean laughs so hard that it hurts, “If that kiss didn’t kill me, this stampede certainly will!”
The screams and howls intensify. “Help!” Sudden silence. “I can’t breathe!” Who’s talking?
“Oh, Jose. Are you OK? Let’s get off him.”
Jose stumbles to his feet, rubbing his eyes. Jeff cries out, “Jose, can you see?”
“By the dawn’s early light,” Jose adds. Everyone groans; then starts to head out, giving each other high five’s and chest bumps.
No one’s there to pick up Karim, Jeff, or Alex. “I’ll bring you guys home.”
“No, Sean, we’ll wait.”
“I can’t leave you here alone.”
“OK, thanks Sean,” Alex quickly asserts, before Karim says no again.
As Sean drives off, “So where do you guys live?” After each boy responds, “Alex, you’re closest to the field, so you’re first.”
“Shucks Sean, I wanna be last.”
“Can I trust you being alone with me? Jeff you’re only a block from my house, so you’re last. Karim, that makes you the monkey in the middle.”
Offended, “Hey! No fair!”
“No it isn’t. Especially seeing you on the ball field. You set a fine example—no monkey business.”
Happily, “Thanks—except when we piled on top of you!”
Smiling, “Good point. Hey Alex, which of these is your house?”
“The beige one with brown trim.”
“Hey Alex, why the sad face?”
“You don’t trust me.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you and appreciate you.”
As Alex opens the door, “This is gonna be a fun year.”
Sean reaches over to squeeze his shoulder, “You bet!”
* The era of bikinis in the street was 1975 to 1985. |
Title: 1 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
1 Clan Plan
"Jeff, why don't you gather some wood for a bonfire."
"Yeah, Dad, let's roast marshmallows."
... From inside, Sean and Rachel watch Jeff start the fire under the star-brightened sky. "Sean, all I do at home these days is sleep."
"Yeah Rachel. You and Jeff seem to hang out here all the time."
"It's fantastic that you're willing to take care of Jeff all summer while I'm working."
"My pleasure--working out of my home definitely has advantages." Sean looks for a hug, "So, anyway, sounds like you're ready to shack up with me."
"I am, but your parents will have a grandmal seizure. I'll lose their respect."
With tongue in cheek, "Well, finding out that you're a naturist will take care of that anyhow."
"I'm glad you brought that up. I feel suffocated here, not being able to run around naked. Jeff complains about that too."
"Yeah, I figured that rule would be toast after our wedding. I feel uncomfortable having it happen so soon. It's the inevitable confrontation with my parents that I don't want to face."
Rachel finds the marshmallows, "Well, just tell them that they're not allowed to just barge in anymore."
As they stroll outside, hand in hand, Sean agrees, "Good idea! Make them call first.... Hey Jeff! Got that fire blazing, eh, good buddy?"
Grabbing some marshmallows, "Yeah, so what are you fine citizens talking about?"
"We're talking about the two of you possibly selling your home and moving in sooner, rather than after the wedding."
"Way cool! But you can't sleep with my Mom until after the wedding."
Laughing, trying to hide his discomfort with Jeff trying to control their sex life, "Yes sir, boss! But I only have one spare bedroom, which will become your room."
Rachael suggests, "I could use that room for now and Jeff could sleep with you."
After initial shock and also surprise that Jeff apparently meant "sleep" literally, "We could try that out and see how it goes. What do you say Jeff?"
Containing his delight, "As long as you don't snore. So when are we getting our stuff, Mom?!"
Glowing from ear to ear, Rachel surmises, "Sounds like we got a plan. Jeff, those marshmallows are burning. So Sean, when do we pull the trigger?"
"I know a good realtor. We can call in the morning. You can move in whenever you want.... What are you waiting for?!"
Laughing, Rachel jumps onto Sean's lap, as they fall into a long, deep kiss.
Waiting patiently first, Jeff laughs, "All right, already! Stop before I hurl!"
2 GLAD LAD
"Mom, can Maria come over today?"
"That's fine with me, Jeff, if it works out with your dad. Now you have me calling Sean your dad!"
"So rad! Dad, can she?"
"Sure. Check with Sonya.... Rad, eh? How dare you steal a word from my generation."
Laughing, Jeff jumps over the sofa to the phone, "Hi Sonya, this is Jeff."
"Good morning, young man!"
"Good morning, beautiful seniorita!"
"No, that would be Maria."
"Yeah! Can she come over today?"
"Why that would work nicely for me. I have errands to run. Maria's already getting excited."
"Dad allows nudity in the house now. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes, I know you're honorable. You remember my rule, right?"
"Yeah, we're not allowed behind closed doors together. And we need to chill if either of us gets hot."
"That's right--two rules! Jeff, you're just terrific!"
"And so are you!"
"I'll drop Maria off in about an hour." |
Title: ( 1 )our caravan holiday gets of to a great start
Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Toys
Introduction:
a short stop over turns out better than we expected
Content:
Lyn and myself are enjoying a nice well deserved trip around Australia, and had been on the road for a few weeks when we pulled into a nice secluded campsite alongside a large rock out crop, it was beautiful, with a nice private area with tall grass to hide us from the road around the back of the rock.
We set up around lunch time and both went for a wall on to the rock, great views and warm, then we spent the afternoon sunbathing nude by the van, then around 6 pm a small camper van pulled up some 50 metres away from us, but in view of where we was sitting, so reluctantly we moved and put some clothes on,
The next morning I took a walk to put some rubbish in the bins further around the rock, looking up I saw a couple on top of the rock, I waved and carried on, heading back, I took the route across the top of the rock, where I met up with Lou and Gretchen, a young couple, mid to late 20's, she was slim and very attractive, he was a good looking guy too, turns out they had been travelling for months in the panel van camper, and like we had done were enjoying the view from atop the rock.
As we spoke I happened to say we had stopped at a club, earlier in our trip, for some reason he asked if it was a gun club, I said no and asked why he had said that, he said no reason, but then asked what club it was, I told him it was a nudist club, Gretchen I noticed had been looking at my tight shorts before, then smiled and looked down to my crouch again, I told them we enjoy going naked as much as we can.
Lou said he enjoyed going naked some times, Gretchen said she liked going naked in private, but was a bit shy going naked in company, any way we chatted for awhile longer, then made our way down, I invited them for a drink, they said they were going for a walk around then if it was ok would come over later, I told them any time.
It was some hours later when they knocked on the door, Lyn was in the shower, I was naked having just had my shower, so slipped a towel around me and let them in. I put some water on for a drink, of course they could hear Lyn in the shower, Gretchen said that was one thing she had missed while travelling, I told her she was more than welcome to use ours, albeit being a quick, wet wash and rinse off, she looked at Lou with the biggest smile ever.
Lyn had to come out naked, and said hello, she asked where the towel was, I looked down, Lyn then just grabbed the towel and pulled it from me, then dried off, I noticed Lou taking a good look over her shaved pussy and big boobs, once dry Lyn stayed naked, Gretchen sat not knowing what to do, I told her a shower with clothes on wouldn't be as good, Lou stood and dropped his shorts and shirt, he would love a quick shower too, we told him go for it, but conserve the water.
Lou had his shower and came out and dried off, Gretchen now the only one dressed, with a shy smile, she put her fingers under the thin straps on her dress and let it slip down, now totally naked her slim body looked even better.
I told her shampoo and soap etc was in there, Lyn said a razor was in there too if she wanted to do some lady scaping, Gretchen smiled and asked if that would be ok, Lyn said of course I've just done mine and showed us her newly shaved pussy, Lou took in the view with a huge smile, and I noticed Gretchen also lingering on the sight before her eyes.
We sat talking while Gretchen had her shower, Lou told us there plans to travel around, and then go to the USA where Gretchen was from, finally she came out, looking so happy, we gave her a towel and she dried off, then sat next to Lou, I then asked them what they wanted to drink, Gretchen said tea, so leaning up and slightly over her, my cock now just inches from her face, I said excuse me, and got the tea bags out of the cupboard above her head.
Then Lou said coffee please, I said excuse me again, and leaned over her again to get the coffee, Gretchen's eyes seemed to pop out of her head each time, Lou was smiling, then I saw why, Lyn had her hand on his cock under the table, just out of sight from Gretchen, Lyn then said, " be careful of Gretchen will bite your dick off if you keep doing that.
As the water boiled I poured the drinks, and Lou asked for sugar, this time I just smiled leaned over Gretchen and got the sugar from the same cupboard, this time I pretend to have to go in deeper, my cock touched Gretchen's face, I stayed like that for a few seconds until I had the sugar, then said sorry, Gretchen looked a bit embarrassed, but smiled and said " you're lucky I was going to bite it" and laughed.
Lyn not to miss a chance said" bring it here I'll bite it", I turned my cock at her mouth, and Lyn took it in and gently bit my cock head, Lou laughed as Lyn then kissed it better for me, each time my cock grew bigger, Gretchen now looking on with wide eyes, as Lyn kept her hold on Lou's cock, my cock now fully grown, Lyn turned to Lou and said your turn if you want, he looked at Gretchen stood and Lyn sucked his cock fully in her wet mouth, Lou shook as she licked her tongue around the end and then swallowed it whole again.
My cock was standing proud, Lou enjoying Lyn's attention to his man hood, I moved gently towards Gretchen, she was watching Lyn gulping down Lou's 7 inch rod, my cock is slightly longer and thicker than his, but at the moment hanging free, then with my cock just inches from her mouth, Gretchen looked around and saw my cock next to her face again, this time I was in luck, her mouth took nearly my full length in one go.
Lyn didn't wait, she took Lou to our queen size bed and got into a 69 with him, I could hear him enjoying her wet pussy as he slurped and licked her clit, Lyn returning the favour deep throat his cock now, I didn't want to rush Gretchen, but I so wanted to taste her pussy juices too, reluctantly I pulled my cock from her mouth, pulled the table from its mount, put it out of the way then lay Gretchen down onto the seat, quickly finding her tiny clit with my tongue.
It only took about a minute before I heard Gretchen groaning and push my face hard into her cunt, I was in bliss this young girl squirming around on my tongue going wild, two fingers quickly found her cunt increased her orgasm, she kept going, now another finger found its way into her hole, then the fourth, it felt so warm and inviting too.
Gretchen was still going through a orgasm when I stood, leaving my fingers in her cunt, then with one swift move swapped them for my cock, Gretchen gave me one of those "fuck me looks" so without hesitation, I started to pound her into the seat, Lyn still in a 69 with Lou, looked over to see us in action, Lou also took time out from licking Lyn to see Gretchen going wild, that was all it took,Lou swung around, his cock finding Lyn's cunt ready for him, went in balls deep.
Lyn was enjoying her young buck, he threw her legs over his shoulders and fucked her faster than a jack rabbit in heat, often turning to watch Gretchen being fucked too, I turned Gretchen over, she now faced the bed, my cock found her cunt and went straight back in deeper than before, Gretchen was looking at Lou her cunt tightened up and she went into another orgasm, my balls nearly let fly then, but I held off, I fucked her deep, I knew Lou would most likely have fucked her fast, I wanted her to feel every inch inside her pussy.
Now I wanted to see how Gretchen would go in a 4 some, lifting her up, I carried her to the bed, putting her pussy over Lyn's face while my dick found her sweet spot again, I knew Lyn would eat her clit while I worked her insides, Gretchen soon moved a bit for Lyn to get a better go at her pussy, then wham, she had a huge orgasm, my cock held solid by her cunt muscles.
Lou rubbed Gretchen's back, saying " it looks like your enjoying that baby" but she was too busy as another orgasm hit, we kept this going for awhile I wanted to make sure Gretchen was into bi sex, then swung her around again, and told Lou to move so Gretchen could 69 with Lyn, before the words were out of my mouth Gretchen went under Lyn and chewed Lyn's pussy, so Lou and I went back to fucking their cunts.
This put me in front of Lou of course, I indicated to him to slide a finger into Lyn's ass, I sucked on one of my fingers and moved it close, Lou did the same, as his finger went in I saw his face light up, I know Lyn's cunt tightens up like that, Lou gave me a huge smile and eased more fingers into her ass, then I told him to spit on his cock and slide that in her ass, he gave me a weird smile and I repeated it, he then spat on his dick and moved it up.
I saw Lyn move ready for his cock, Lou looked at me again and I nodded yes, he started in, Lyn pushed back speeding his entry to her ass, Lou then gave one good push and he was fully home, he now fucked her slowly getting used to the new feelings around his cock, being underneath Gretchen saw everything, I felt her cunt tighten up too, and another orgasm race thought her body.
My balls kept telling me to fill her cunt with my baby seeds, but I wanted to stay in her pussy as long as possible, but poor Lou his face took on a strange look as he tried his hardest to hold off, then just as Lyn orgasm he did too, both moaning loud taking each other higher still, this set Gretchen off, well I had no chance, my balls exploded with force, sending Gretchen higher still, all four spent, our cocks slipped out I watched Lyn eat my cum from Gretchen's cunt.
Well Lyn being Lyn, I knew what she was doing, she sat up some, her ass still over Gretchen face, then I heard a muffled fart, then Gretchen gagging and sputtering under her, Lou's cum was being pushed out, I moved around to see, Gretchen was covered in cum, her face and boobs soaked.
As Lyn moved away, I went down licking up Lou's cum, also kissing Gretchen as I did, she kissed back, as more cum was fed to her, Lou stood watching us play in his juices, then I went down and ate Gretchen's pussy with my cum in it, then with a mouth full kissed Gretchen again, this time dropping all my cum into her mouth, she swallowed the lot, Lyn sucked Lou's cock dry.
"That was so kinky" Gretchen said, I said "what the 4 some", she replied "no you eating Lou's cum from me, Lyn said we both love eating cum, and other kink too, well it took some time telling them all our kinks, Gretchen gasped a few times when we told her about our anal sex fun, with guys and toys and taking a fist, Lou was taken back a bit when we told them I enjoy being fucked too, Gretchen said that was so kinky, Lou a bit indifferent on that one.
We spent the next few hours resting sun tanning and getting to know them, Gretchen happy now to stay naked, in fact enjoying it, later we had a meal and Gretchen asked me to take her inside again, this time she sucked my cock hard, then straddled my rod, lowering her cunt onto my meat, she rode me like a cowgirl, swirling her hips around and grinding her cunt onto my cock, I loved it.
Looking thought the window Lyn was on her knees, Lou dogging her ass once more, both going strong, as Gretchen then pulled me on top, I pushed her legs over her head and went in deep, she cum like crazy, I kept going like that for some time, then knelt her up, my cock finding her wet hole easy, then as she was having a orgasm, I side a finger into her butt, she took off, her orgasm louder than before, so another finger then three ended up deep in her ass.
I was close to coming, but was going to push this young girl, I put some lube in her butt, then eased my cock in, the head popped in easy, as it replaced my fingers, then Gretchen caught on, she went to move forward, I gripped her waist and pushed, half my cock now inside her virgin ass, as she squealed, I handed Gretchen my poppers and told her to take a good sniff, she did, as my cock eased in further.
I stopped for a second, then eased out, returning just as deep, then repeated that a few times, her sphincter now taking my cock easy, so a gentle push and another inch sunk inside her, she didn't pull forward this time, so slowly I worked the rest in, now she was beginning to ease back onto me, once I was balls deep I told her and began in earnest to fuck her ass.
Her first anal orgasm didn't take long, gripping my cock tighter than her pussy had, then a second and third, boy she was loving it, so I pounded her butt as hard as possible, then another huge orgasm, that was it, she took my baby seeds deep in her bowels, pushing every inch and every baby sperm as far as possible into her.
I collapsed onto her back, then lay next to her, she had tears of joy in her eyes, as we kissed and hugged, she told me that was even better than we had said it was, and how she would have to try that again, I told her wait till you get a cock in both holes, your go wild, her eyes lit up big time, and a 'Please" was next.
Lyn and Lou were laying when we joined them, his cock still wet with juices, Gretchen sucked it dry as I licked Lyn's pussy and ass, then Gretchen told Lou what I did to her, he sat up, and she then said, "later you're going to fuck my ass, while I have his cock in my pussy", you could walk though the smile on his face.
Just for laughs I put the shower bag up in a tree, then we spent time washing one another off, Gretchen more than happy to wash Lyn's boobs and cunt for her, as Lyn returned the favour, us guys watched on with stiffening cocks. once clean I told them I was going for a naked walk to the top of the rock and watch the sunset with a drink, they all said what a good idea, and got organised.
With several drinks and a camera we headed up, it was so peaceful other than a towel we had nothing to cover us from the warm spring air, once at the top we sat down enjoying the view, we watched the girls as much as the sunset, equally both great views.
Just before the sunset, we saw another car pull in around the other side of the rock, but we didn't care, as more drink went down we all enjoyed a beautiful sunset, Gretchen started to suck Lou's cock for him with Lyn's help, I went behind Lyn and gave her cunt a warm up fuck, Gretchen slipped under her and licked her clit, while Lou opened up Gretchen cunt for her, was nice to see them fucking together.
Lou and I then indicated a change, we swapped ends and enjoyed the juices of the different pussies on our cocks, Lou's soon had his cock back in Lyn's ass, but I knew I would need lube for Gretchen ass, so held off, then caught movement in the corner of my eye, two figures standing nearby watching us all fuck, with the dim light I wasn't sure, but it looked like a couple, I whispered to Lou who turned to look.
As he did they moved closer, then we could see it was a couple possible mid 40's or so, both average build , wearing shorts and tee shirts, as they got closer she had good sized tits too, and her tops came off soon after too, he then turned and kissed his lady, while they still kept a eye on us, my cock felt like it was growing more, with them watching.
They too took their clothes off, and she began to suck his cock hard, now they were only a few feet from us, Lou and I said hello, as she nodded whilst keeping his cock in her mouth, he said hello, and commented on us being a nice sight playing together, Lou then said, "Yes, his wife's ass feels really good too", I saw the guys face change in total shock, his wife nearly gagged on his cock as she swung around to see.
Lou pulled back to show them his cock was indeed in her butt, the other guy nearly fell over getting that close, his wife impressed by the show going on in front of her, he then lay down with his head near Lyn's end and she sat down on his cock, which from where I was looked good too, as she rode him her tits bounced wildly, they must have been a e cup or more.
I had told Gretchen she would be taking us both tonight, so I reminded Lou he still had her ass to fuck while I was in her pussy, it was then I heard the other lady gasp, and stop riding her partners cock, and say " did I hear you right ", I replied "yes want to watch" and a very quick "yes please" followed.
It was then I said well we had better move this party to the caravan, as we need lube to help, Gretchen quickly moved saying "Let's go", pulling Lou with her as she stood, as Lyn stood I said "coming" ? to the other couple, they grabbed their clothes and walked with us, introducing them self as Sue and Rick.
Once at the caravan, I threw a large rug on the grass, as too many people for inside the van, and grabbed my poppers and lube, Sue was once more riding Ricks cock, as Lyn sat on Lou's cock, both woman now touching boobs etc too, as Gretchen waited for her first dp, I put some lube on my cock and bent Gretchen over, slipping in her pussy fully, then I stuck a finger in her butt to lube that up, then Lou moved Lyn of his cock ready to fuck his lady in the ass for the first time.
Sue stopped riding Rick's cock, and stood next to Gretchen, as Lou moved up, I told her to take another good sniff, she did a couple of good sniffs, with my cock fully home, I felt Lou begin to enter her ass, as more went in Gretchen groaned long and loud, her body shaking with pleasure, then Lou told her he was fully in and started to fuck her in earnest, my cock getting the feeling though the thin inner wall.
I let Gretchen get used to both our cocks then said " there's a third cock here now too, one for your mouth " Gretchen's eyes lit up, then she turned to Lou, I called to Rick, want to fuck Gretchen's mouth for her, if Sue's ok with it, the words weren't out of my mouth before I saw Rick jam his cock right down her throat, Gretchen gagged but took him as the three of us worked her body.
Lyn and Sue moved in, their hands playing with Gretchen as us guys enjoyed fucking her, she took everything we gave her, her orgasm building nicely, then wham, a huge orgasm ripped her, we had trouble holding onto her, whilst she was in the middle of her orgasm Rick shot his load in her mouth, she took some, the rest dropped out, I licked it off her face, as Lou also grunted filling her ass with his load, my balls still happy to retain their baby seeds, as they fell exhausted next to us, I got Gretchen to sit over my face, and push Lou's cum out, as I ate it, Sue was so close she nearly got cum on her face too, then she kissed me taking a mix of cum from my lips.
Now it was time to take a chance, slipping out from Gretchen I moved behind Sue, she didn't move, so I bent her forward and pushed my cock to her clit, she eased back onto my cock, so I knew she was good for a fuck, with one swift push, my full 8 inch cock went balls deep inside her cunt, Sue grunted and began to work my cock with her pussy muscles, wow what a feeling.
Rick was getting his cock sucked dry by both girls, Lou happy to watch after his almighty orgasm, so I whispered in Sue's ear, did she want to try anal, Sue looked at me and said is it as good as it sounds, I told her often better, as I love anal myself, her eyes nearly popped out of her head, I told her I love feeling a guys cock in my ass and his cum filling me.
Sue shook though a nice orgasm with me telling her that, then she said shyly, that she would like to try it, but carefully, I gave her the poppers and told her to take a good sniff, as I put lube on my cock, she didn't tell Rick, he was too busy playing with the girls boobs and fannies, my cock touched her butt lips, she moved forward, but I held her waist and eased in, Sue grunted fairly loudly, getting the attention of the others, one good push 5 inches or so went in, She really jumped then, but held firm, that was all I needed my cock balls deep, causing her to squeal.
I Gave her just enough time to get used to my size, then went to town in her ass, pulling her fully back onto my rod with each thrust, her first anal orgasm ripped its way around her body to my cock, I kept going for as long as possible, but my balls needed to release their load, as Sue shot though another anal orgasm better than the last few, my cum let fly, there was too much feeling to hold back, Sue squealed again feeling my cum fill her ass.
Rick now took interest in what we were doing and looked to see my cock still pulsing inside here ass, he stood and came closer, then as my cock slipped out, he moved straight in, his cock growing harder by the second soon went fully home up her freshly fucked ass, pushing my cum out down her legs, he gave her a hard fucking, Sue now pushing back as hard as possible to get his cock deeper, being a bit smaller than mine she wanted it all.
I let Rick get used to her ass, then said, want another cock in her pussy? Sue gave me such a dirty sexy smile and then said "who wants to be the one" Lou's cock now hard was a good choice, he moved under her, and eased in her cum soaked cunt, Rick hardly slowed, between them Sue went ballistic, her orgasm's louder than ever.
My cock was soft but growing, so I moved and stuck it in Sue's mouth, now she had 3 cocks to play with, she nearly bite it off a few times when her orgasm's hit, the other two girls played with her tits and cunt, Sue was going wild, I grabbed her tits a few times, they were nice and firm for big tits too.
While the other two fucked her, my cock was sucked by the three woman in turn, it was such a beautiful sight, just hours ago three couples all strangers, now fully engaged in full on sexual fun, then Lou started to grunt, Rick also looking red in the face making strange noises, set one another off, Sue flooded with cum screamed though a huge orgasm.
Sue dropped onto Lou with Rick on her back, all three gasping for air, as Rick rolled off her I told her to kneel up, with my mouth in place I told her to push the cum out, I was rewarded with two mixed cum loads, both tasting nice, I got as much as I could from her, then kissed her, sharing her reward, she licked my mouth and face clean.
As we all rested Sue told us, that they had swung once before with a couple, but very straight sex, this was by far the best fun they had been involved in, Gretchen also told them she had never been in a 4 some before, let alone a 6 some, and now knew she would be doing more when the chances arose, I told her we intended to stay a few days, Sue quickly said they will now too. |
Title: ( 1 ) our first big orgy
Tags: True Story, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Gay, Group Sex, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Joy has fun with guys
Content:
I met Joy just before her 16th birthday, she was beautifull, and sexy, we fucked the first night we met. I made a mistake by going out with an old flame, but rather than get anger at me, she met one of my mates and fucked him, the scene was set for our swinging life stlye. She told me, that when she was about 14, one of her boyfriends had taken her out, then him and his mates gangbanged her, she cried at first, but soon realised she liked being used by lots of guys.
As time went on, she met guys while I was working, I had the fun of eating her out and fucking her cum soaked pussy, then we put ads in to meet couples and have fun togther, that was great seeing her being fucked by guys, then one night, one of the girls we met taught her about bi sex, my cock stayed hard for hours as we fucked into the small hours of the morning. Joy licking and playing with a pussy as us guys fucked them both.
When she told me about her fun with some guys one day, she seemed a bit upset, later she told me they had fucked her ass, some thing we hadn't done, but I had wanted to try, cuddling her she then told me, that after a little while she began to enjoy it, and they all took turns fucking her ass and cuming in her too, my cock was rock hard, and soon buried deep in her near virgin ass and fucked her long and hard.
This added a lot more fun to our sex life, as soon she was taking 2 cocks in her then 3, one in each hole, so now we met more single guys for 3 somes and more, soon doing our first group fuck for her, with 6 guys, all using every hole she had, my cum slut was born. I must admit after seeing her have some huge anal orgasm, my mind began to think what it might be like to do anal, so we started playing in my ass, and I found anal sex to be great fun, and very rewarding with lots of anal cums to be had.
Now we met biguys, and both took on as many as we could find, we still met couples, but as time went on bi guys in groups gave us both more anal and sexual excitment, both met more either together or on our own. It was after Joy had met several guys for fun, she came home, and told me she had been fisted, in both holes, wow, now I was hot, they had got her to use amyl, and relax her anus muscles and worked on her, until the first fist went in her ass, after that she was game for just about any thing they did.
We brought some amyl and I found it usefull too, my anal fun increased as bigger and bigger toys and then a fist went in, now we really could put on a show for the guys fucking us. Soon we we're getting some 15 or more guys to our group fucks, and most were bi, so my ass was getting a good work out too, then Joy brought a strapon, fucking me with our toys for the guys to watch while they rested between fucks.
When Joy went out to meet guys during the day, she would send me thier address or motel and room number, so if I got off early I could join her, this we had done many times, joining in with the gangbang, or even slept in the motel room that night, when she had met guys for evening meets, every time we would fuck like crazy, as she told me what she had done, if it was an evening meet, I told her how many guys had fucked me, this seemed to add to our sexual fun.
By now we had done a lot of differnt things, some kink, but mainly group fucks, orgies and so on, then one day she sms me with the address of the guys she was meeting today, and as luck would have it I could get away early to join her, I went home and got myslef ready and drove to the house.
I rung the door bell, shortly a head appeared as the door opened a bit, I said I was here for the gangbang with Joy, he let me in saying you have missed the best bit, I quickly stripped and followed after him.
Walking into the room, my heart sank, a large group of guys were standing around, cheering Joy on, as I looked further, my wife was on her hands and knees, bent over a small bench, with a large dog fucking her. I didn't know what to think, but her moans of plessure soon let me know she was enjoying it. One guy was feeding her amyl, she was sniffing it hard too, a huge pool of cum under her told me she had been well fucked already, then I saw 2 other dogs laying nearby licking thier cocks, surly she hadn't taken them both too.
I got closer, watching the large dog jack hammer her, bending down I reaslised he was in her ass too, her cunt gapping open leaking cum, the knot was close to her, banging against her bum, then with a loud moan that went in, my Joy was knotted with a dog, in her ass, my cock nearly exploded right then.
The dog stayed tight in her, his fucking changed, then he growled, I saw his cock jerking wildly inside her ass, then Joy let out a huge moan as a massive orgasm ripped though her. The dog was cumming in her ass, and she was cumming too, I needed to fuck her mouth, moving around, my cock went straight in, she didn't even look up, sucking my cock right in, my cum soon filled her mouth,
Then as I pulled out, I bent down kissing her tenderly, it was then she saw me, a look of shock came across her face, I kissed her again, saying how hot she looked right now, then she smilled back at me as another orgasm shot though her. It seemed like ages before the dog got loose, no soon had his cock dropped out, then a guy fucked her doggy cum filled ass, adding his load to her, other's did the same, my cock also wanted some ass, so I waited in line, the puddle of cum under her now soaked the floor, as my cock slowly went in, the heat from her well fucked butt was huge, so hot and sticky, with every pump into her more cum run out adding to her spoils.
I blew my load in her, my cock stayed hard as Joy moved around, and lay on her back, guys using her mouth and both holes as I watched, it was some 2 hours later she was allowed up. I like the others had fucked her several times during her fun, then she came over to me kissing me and asked now I felt about seeing her like this, my hard cock gave away my delight, as her mouth went down sucking me again. I told her I was a bit jealouse not seeing her take the first dog, but turned on by what I had seen.
Joy then looked around, she knew most of the guys, and told one to fuck my ass, she lay under me in a 69 as his cock went in, another guy took her ass and fucked it, others played with her or just watched, I was soon rewarded with my fist cum load, followed by another cock, and a second load of cum.
Joy was using the amyl, so I took some and told one of the guys to fist her ass, he did, forcing more cum out, as I licked her clean, then to my surprise and kind of pain, I felt a fist get rammed into my ass, at first it hurt like hell, then soon as he slowly moved it around, my anal orgasm got the better of me, more amyl and I was wriggling around trying to get more fist into my body.
I knew now we both wanted more kink, as orgasm's raced though us both, Joy sucking my cock, while cocks and fists used my body too, then I just had to try some thing, as a guy pulled his fist out, I told Joy I wanted to take one of the dogs, she looked concerned but I said after being fisted, it should fit, quickly I knelt up on the bench, some amyl and Joy pulled one of the dogs to me.
As his tongue found and licked my ass, I quickly began to enjoy another orgasm, a few more followed then I told her to let him mount me. my heart was beating fast, as his cock slapped around, some more amyl and his cock found my hole, soon around 6 or 7 inchs were buried deep inside my ass, and I was cuming fast.
I thought that was the full lengh of him, but more went in, pain and plessure shot though me in quick succession, as his pace picked up, more and more cock went in, bloody hell how long was he, he was now deeper than my 12 inch toy, but going a lot faster and the heat, pure bliss, as he fucked me like never before.
Then the knot hit my butt cheeks, at least he was fully in me, my orgasm now just about one continuouse flow kept me as high as I had ever been.
More amyl and I relaxed more, his cock now causing me to love the feeling racing though my body, the orgasm were huge, then more amyl, my mind now wanting more still knowing his knot was still out side my ass, I moved my arms back, pulling my ass cheeks open, as Joy fed me more amyl, knowing I was trying to knot with him, his precum was leaking inside my ass, lubing his cock.
Then with one hard push, the knot sank deep inside my abused hole, I yelled out, then relaxed, as he fucked away, obliviouse to my pain, which quickly changed and I loved this new feeling, a tennis ball wedged tight in my ass, and a huge cock fucking me hard, my orgasms kept me high as his cum started to flow, and what a feeling, it was finding its way into my stomarch, pushing further and futher up with each pulse of his cock, then he stopped, his cock stayed rock hard, the heat from his cum warming my body, then with some pain, he turned, now back to back, his knot holding him tight, another orgasm ripped my body, as he pulled against me.
We stayed like that for some time, then a loud plopping noise and he was free, cum flowed out joining the mess left from Joy's fun, a cock quickly filled my ass and added more cum, then to my surprise Joy went behind me and licked my ass eating the doggy cum from me, then even more surpising she came up kissing me and sharing the cum between us, I didn't know what to do, but soon licked her lips free of dog cum.
We both stayed thier as more guys fucked us and filled us with cum, Joy cook another one of the dogs, this time I helped slip his cock in her ass, she took him easeir now, her butt well open from the fucking she had taken all day, while I was bending over the other dog sniffed my ass, so why not, a good sniff of amyl, I knelt along side Joy, to let him mount me as we both got fucked by the dogs, our orgasm now filling the room, as guys face fucked us both, this was turning into one hell of a group fuck.
Joy's dog knotted with her, and soon he let loose, another load of dog cum joined the rest inside her, then my dog also knotted with me, I was his bitch and I loved it, as he too filled my hole with cum. I moved and the dog fucking me turned back to back, my orgasm were intense, as his knot pulled against my hole, between orgasm I told Joy to try it, and got one of the guys to help turn her dog around. as she screamed though another orgasm I knew she liked that.
It was another 10 minutes or so, before we both got free, a couple of guys fucked us, before we tried to stand up, our legs weak, so two guys grabbed Joy and implayed her on thier cocks, both going in her ass, she took them and cum again and again, before they both shot sperm deep inside her.
Being kinky now, I got Joy, took a huge sniff of amyl, held her arm up, knelt over her, my hole opened and took her fist, inch by inch I sat down further, my ass so hot from being fucked by the dogs, nothing seemed to worry me now, then I kind of stumbled, slipping so low onto her arm it hurt, Joy looked at me, then said "another 2 inchs and your at my elbow".
I rode her until my legs gave out, Joy had taken a couple of more cocks whilst she fisted me, then I fell to her side, kissing her, as another guy fucked me, he didn't last long filling me with my last load for the night.
We had lost touch of time as guys began to leave, the guys who owned the dogs left, saying they would love a repeat if we wanted, a very quick and loud yes was heard by all, as Joy and I got dressed and said our good byes.
When we got home, I asked Joy how she had got talked into being fucked by the dogs, a shy look and she replied, that they hadn't asked her, she was being used by them all, then a couple of guys held her whilst the first dog licked her pussy out, her orgasm told them she was enjoying it, then again without asking, they let him mount her, she did panick, but couldn't get away as he was to heavy, then after her first doggy orgasm she gave in to him and began to really enjoy it.
Then after he had filled her with cum, they let the second dog fuck her ass, which scared her, as he went in by mistake, but she found, like me, once she was relaxed she loved it, so with the third dog, she told them to put his cock in her ass, and that was where I had come into it. Also when the first dog had cum in her, one of the guys had brought her a hand full of doggy cum and rubbed it into her face and mouth, she said the taste wasn't to bad, with a big kiss I told her, I wanted to see her with more dogs or anaimls in her cunt or ass. With a sly look she asked like what, I replied if we can find a pony, I'm game, a nod told me so was she now.
We worked out a date and let the guys know we would be back for more fun, and to bring more mates and dogs if they could, a sms later confirmed it and things were looking good for a couple of weeks time, more k9 fun and fucking.
In the mean time Joy got more into fisting my ass, and fucking me with bigger toys still, I had worked up to a 18 inch dildo now, and another one that was about the size of a tennis ball around all the way down for 12 inch's, taking both fully, I knew next time I was going to enjoy the dogs more.
We added another kink to our likes to, after watching some water sports on the net, I waited until Joy was in the shower, after a good session, and made her kneel down, then without saying any thing, started to piss over her boobs, then moved my aim up to hit her face splashing her with warm piss she surprised me more by taking some in her mouth and drinking it, I gave her a huge kiss and told her how hot she looked, without saying any thing, she stood over me, shooting her piss over my face, laughing as she did saying fairs fair.
This was to become another part of our fun with guys or on our own, washing the cum from one another after sex, with our piss, before having a nice hot shower.
We searched the net for more kink we might try, Joy saying she loved our kinky sex more each time. we also found a few guys into the same kind of kink we wanted too, so our group fucks got better still. |
Title: 1 pussy, 1 cock
Tags: True Story, Anal, Cum Swallowing, Lactation, Written by women
Introduction:
Dave and Kendra, have dated for over 2 years. They fuck, a lot.
Content:
"That was fun," Kendra said to Dave. Dave, standing behind her, reached up her shirt and squeezed.
"I couldn't wait for them to leave. I haven't seen you in a week, and neither has my cock." Kendra turned to face him and he touched her face, and she couldn't help but feel her entire body moving closer to his. They kissed, and she felt weak, and almost instantly wet. She moaned as Dave's tongue made it's way inside her mouth. His lips felt so good, his tongue felt so good, Kendra's imagination was going wild, thinking of things that tongue would do. Reluctantly, she pulled her body away from his, and kissed him quickly on the lips before giving him a firm push towards the recliner. He faked disappointment, but Dave's cock was hard, and encouragement enough for Kendra to continue.
She bent forward, positioning her ass a few feet from Dave's face, and removed both socks. Socks are, the least sexy thing to be taken off during a strip. Kendra turned to face her man and began to undress. First letting down her blonde hair, and then slipping her t-shirt over her head. As she stood in front of him in bluejeans and bra, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. "Take your dick out and stroke it, watching you makes me crazy horny. Please?" He couldn't' say no, he'd been fighting to keep his hands away from his zipper since he first kissed her. Kendra reached behind and unhooked her black bra, she watched Dave's hand on his cock when she let the bra drop. And when her tits were out her pussy got instantly wetter, she felt his eyes on her body and she was embarrassed and excited. When she reached for the waistband of her jeans, Kendra turned and pointed her ample ass in Dave's direction. She undid the jeans and pulled them down slowly, shaking her hips a little side to side to help her pants down. When she was left in her panties, she bent at the waist, and with her hands resting on her knees, Kendra backed herself towards Dave then turned to smile. Dave's left hand rubbed his hard cock while his right reached for the panties in front of him. He gripped both ass cheeks once and then gave Kendra a light slap,
"You don't need these," he said tugging at Kendra's panties. Now fully naked Kendra felt Dave's hand sliding over her ass, she was so wet, and silently she urged his fingers toward her pussy. Dave didn't go there though, he leaned forward and placed both hands on her hips. He sat up and pulled Kendra right back into his face. Kendra was stood, naked, bent over and Dave had his face buried between her ass cheeks.
"Oh god," Kendra moaned as she felt Dave's warm tongue on her asshole. "That feels so good, lick my ass." Kendra put two fingers on her pussy and found her clit, she began rubbing furiously. She felt dirty and sexy, and she was so close to cumming when Dave sat back and stood up. He took off his pants, then boxers and sat back down. Kendra stood above him and he put his hand on her thigh moving towards her slit. When he touched her Kendra moaned, she was so wet, Dave brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, this made Kendra moan again.
Dave loved the way her pussy tasted, and put his fingers back for more. This time when he pulled his hand back he rubbed Kendra's pussy juice over her nipples, first one then he dipped his fingers again and did the other, "For later," he said. Kendra leaned forward kissing him on the lips, ear, neck. Kendra kissed her way over Dave's chest and down to his belly. As her head got closer, Dave couldn't wait, and pushed her head towards his hard cock. Kendra greedily wrapped her lips around it and began sliding her mouth up and down. She loved sucking his dick, and she loved watching him watch her suck his dick. Kendra's mouth felt good and Dave leaned back. Kendra massaged his balls and was licking Dave's entire shaft. Kendra licked his whole cock and then spit twice in her hand and moved her tongue on to Dave's balls. His balls were smooth and Kendra loved having them in her mouth, she jerked his cock while she sucked and licked both balls. She started to let her mouth move lower and when she found his ass with her tongue, she began licking. "Yes," Dave spread his legs and allowed more room for Kendra to position her tongue in his ass. She continued until, Dave pushed her face away and told her he had to fuck.
Dave pulled his shirt over his head, and pulled Kendra into his lap. She got on top of him and sat with his hard cock between her pussy lips, the tip rubbed against her clit. She kissed him on the lips and ground her hips against his. Dave grabbed her around the waist and sat Kendra up, she reached down and put his cock to her pussy. Dave told her to stay still, and he fucked her with just the tip of his cock. He fucked her fast and Kendra was trying hard to get him deeper inside, but he wouldn't give. His dick felt so good, Kendra was enjoying being teased like this. When Dave decided to push Kendra's body down instead of pulling it up, she was surprised. And when she felt the whole length of his cock inside her cunt all at once, it was almost enough to make her cum. With his dick fully inside, Dave placed both hands on Kendra's chest and began squeezing and pinching her perky little tits.
For Kendra tit play was one of the best parts of fucking Dave. He loved to lick her nipples, and suck them into his mouth. When he had told her that he tasted milk, she didn't believe it, even though she wanted to, she thought it had gone months ago. Then when he squeezed her tit and milk came from her nipple, Kendra was happy and horny. She loved the thought of Dave drinking from her boobs, milking her tits.
As Dave sucked, Kendra humped as hard as she could, with his cock deep inside, and her clit rubbing between their bodies, Kendra was going to cum. "I'm gonna cum, suck my tit hard, I want to cum all over your dick," Dave listened and focused his attention on her left nipple. Sucking hard, he tried to get her whole boob in his mouth. His hands moved to her bum and he used one of his fingers to find her asshole, he rubbed hard over it and then slid his finger inside. He fingered her asshole while she rode his cock. When she did cum, Dave felt her pussy tighten around his dick, and Kendra pushed herself down hard and sat with Dave deep inside her soaking pussy.
Now Kendra wanted Dave to cum and when she asked him what he wanted, he told her to get on the floor, on all fours and rest her face on the carpet. Kendra did as he asked, she loved when he fucked her from behind, the knelt down and pointed her ass in the air waiting for Dave to push his dick inside. He got down behind her and used both hands to spread Kendra's ass cheeks apart. His cock was hard, and he slid it front to back, up and down Kendra's pussy and ass crack. Her pussy was wet and Dave slipped easily back inside. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard, he could feel her big ass bouncing every time he drove his cock deep in her cunt. When he was getting close to cumming, Dave pulled back, and waited then shoved back in quick and pulled back out. He did this two or three times, and just when Kendra's pussy was begging for his cock, he pressed the tip against her asshole, and then slowly pressed until his cock was sunk inside. Kendra's body tensed, and she squirmed to pull away, but he held her tight and once she relaxed, he started moving in and out. Kendra was relieved when her ass fucking began to feel good. Dave was enjoying it, so she decided it was worth the pain, and when she reached for her clit and started stroking, she found herself growing closer to another orgasm. She told Dave seconds before she felt herself cum again, and with his cock in her tight ass, her orgasm was even more intense.
Dave kept his cock in her ass and fucked it for a few more minutes before he was ready to cum. "Cum in my mouth, I want your dirty cock in my mouth," Dave's cock barely felt the cool air of the room before Kendra sucked it into her mouth. She could taste her pussy and her ass, and now she wanted to taste Dave's cum. She sucked hard and Dave used his hands to hold her head still while he fucked her face. Kendra knew he was close to cumming, and she started rubbing his balls again but quickly moved her fingers to his ass, and put one inside. She fingered Dave's ass and he pushed his dick down her throat. When he came, it was Kendra's turn to milk Dave, and she sucked hard on his cock making sure every bit of cum in his body went down her throat.
Kendra moved her head towards Dave's to kiss him, "brush you teeth," he laughed. |
Title: ( 1 )The start of some family fucking
Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Incest
Introduction:
The day we began to fuck one another
Content:
It was a beautiful day, I had just got home around lunch time, after spending the night with a gay couple I meet, they had arranged a gay orgy last night and I was the main course, some 10 guys had fucked me and fisted my butt, and this morning, Tony and Simon gave me a early morning fuck, refilling my butt with cum, for my trip home
As I stripped of for a shower, I saw my teenage kids swimming naked in the pool, being nudist we all enjoy the privacy of our country home, the kids (Stuart is now 19 and Kim is 18) love their own house to, built at the back of the garden, we built it to give them some room away from us as they grew up and started work.
I took a warm shower and used my douche making sure I was ready for more fun this afternoon, then went out to say goodbye to Stuart and Kim, telling them I would be home in 5 hours or so, and bringing Sue, my wife back with me,
Sue had spent the weekend with her lover at a motel. but the kids had been told she was with friends, she often makes him pay for a weekend away, Its her way of making sure she can get him to fuck her more than once or twice, as she loves his big cock. also he's as kinky as we are too, but for some reason he's not bi, other wise she would bring him home for me too.
I drove off, knowing I would be having more fun, with Dave before picking Sue up around 6 pm, then as always we would fuck for a few hours whilst telling one another about our sexual fun.
Dave let me in, apoligising as he did, that he only had an hour to spare, as he had other straight friends call, and say they would be dropping in, so without loosing a second, we stripped of and got into sucking and fucking, the hour went to quick as I got dressed, his cum still running down my inner legs. I wondered what to do, oh well, might as well go home, and drive back later to pick Sue up.
I drove up and walked in the side door, the kids were not in the pool, as I stripped off, more cum run down my legs, so I thought a quick shower then swim would be nice.
The noises from our bedroom sounded like Sue was home, but I knew she wasn't, so I walked slowly, the door was ajar, my eyes popped out, Kim was fucking Stuart doggy stlye on our bed, with my 9 inche vibe, in the strapon. I watched transfixed, he took it all, Kim was banging into him full thrust too, he pushed back, his anal orgasms sounded just like mine do.
For some 20 minutes he took all she could give, then they changed, Kim got on her knees and Stuart began to fuck her pussy, then her arse, I also saw they took a few sniff of my poppers, now I know why it seemed to run out quicker than before, without realising my cock was rock hard, and I had been wanking myself while I watched them. I held of cuming, but needed to fuck soon.
Stuart then got the 9 inch vibe and shoved it up Kims butt as his cock went deep in her pussy, I could clearly see her butt take it all, as he fucked her hard, then as his balls began to swell, he shot his man seed deep inside her, Kim had a huge orgasm as his balls emptied inside her. his cum slowly leaked out of her pussy as he pulled away.
As Stuart relaxed, laying next to his sister, I walked in, saying what a great sight they were, both looked stunned, but without missing a beat, I bent down kissing Kim,saying she looked just like her mum, whilst shes getting fucked by guys.
Again both were stunned, without warning they had just been told their mum and I were into swinging, my erert cock gave away my thoughts, as Kim looked straight at it. I moved sitting close to her face, my cock inches from her mouth, wanted badly to go further over.
I asked how they knew about our toys and poppers, Kim looked shy as she told me how one day, about a year ago, she had seen some photos on my pc, of me and Sue being fucked by other guys, then when she showed Stuart they began to play, using my toys, at first,then fucking one another.
Stuart said that later, when they found the video of me and Sue taking several guys in our arse turned him on, he said the noises I made when I had anal orgasm made him think, so they began to try anal, using our douche that is in our onsuite first. Both found that they enjoyed all kinds of sexual fun, Kim espicaily loved my big 12 vibe, when Stu fucked her arse with it. This shocked me a bit as the 12 inch vibe is quite thick too. but then I have 2 12 inch dildo's maybe it was the thinner one.
I said yer, I love it too when Sue fucks me with it, my cock now leaking precum dripped onto the bed, Kim licked her lips, so with lttle fuss I moved my cock going right in her mouth first go. She sucked it hard, I had to hold back, not wanting to blow to quick, so I turned her around, and slid my cock balls deep in her cum soaked pussy.
Kim pushed back, as Stu face fucked her now, again, I was in heaven, my daughters pussy gripped my cock tight, but I wanted to go for broke, with one quick move, I pushed my cock in her butt, it was so nice, soft and warm, but also still tight. so I began my onslaught, fucking her hard and fast, my balls now well past holding off, let loose, cum flooded her arse, seeping out down her legs, as my cock shook uncontrollably inside her body.
As I calmed down, I bent down licking our cum from her body, as Stu filled her mouth with his hot sperm. It was then I made another move, going up, along side Kim I sucked Stu's cock dry, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as I drew him deep in my mouth.
We lay contented for a short while, then I told them I had often wanted to tell them about our orgies and my bi side, but decided not to, in case they thought we were weird, both laughed and said they always thought we were weird but who cares.
Kim was stroking my cock as we talked, it didn't take long to get hard, so I looked at Stu, asking him, had he been fucked by a real cock yet. he shyly nodded NO, Kim looked at me, smiled and said "On your knees Stu"
My cock was fully hard as I looked down, Stu's butt ready, I wipped it up and down his crack a few times then told Kim to wet it for me, her mouth soaked my cock, then gently I began, inch by inch Stu took my 8 inch cock, holding him by the hips now I thrust in deep, my balls slapped against his bum, as I fucked hard, Kim was under him now doing a 69, her tongue licking my cock as it went in and out her brothers arse.
Fuck his arse was nice, knowing I was fucking a virgin bum, my son's virgin bum, made it better, as all to soon, the feelings began, Kim now sucking his erect cock deep, I kept fucking him for some 20 minutes or so, he had several orgasms and was pushing back hard onto my cock now.
I couldn't hold off any longer, my cum began to fill his bowels, Stu had been having anal orgasm too, now he jerked hard, a long anal orgasm raced though him as Kim took his cum. My balls emptied all my seed into his arse, just as my cock slid out, dropping down onto Kims face, she pulled her head back and sucked me dry.
I lay with one each side, saying I hoped this would be the start of some more family fun, both said they would love to play more, Stu said, can I fuck mum too, Kim replied, Its only fair dads just fucked me.
It was then I realised I had to pick Sue up from the motel, I told the kids where she had been all weekend, both laughed saying how horny we both were. and asked when I would tell her about today. I said on the way home of course, so make sure your ready for more fun later.
Sue walked out of the motel, her body looked great, as always her near see though dress was only just covering her boobs and arse, with no bra or undies all was on view, the high heels made her legs look good to, I could see her hair was still a mess, so most likely they had only just finished fucking.
We kissed and I drove off, Sue began to ask now my weekend had gone, at first I told her about my orgy, and how the guys used me as thier cum slut, and how today I had met Dave for an hour before going home again.
I asked her how her weekend had gone, a wicked smile came on her face, John her lover, had been naughty she said, Saturday afternoon they had fucked all day, then went for a light meal, when they got back to the room, she said it was full of guys, John had set up another group fuck for her.
I looked at her and ask how many, she held both hands up, 10 fingers, then a few more, gees no wonder she looked so relaxed, she had been fucked by some 12 or more guys last night, she said, most of them had only just left the motel. they had come back today for more of her.
I pulled up, slidding my fingers in her pussy it was wet with cum. she moved up, my fingers went in her butt, that to was leaking cum. I licked my fingers and said, your in for a hell of a surprise.
Sue asked what?, and I told her about this afternoons fun with Stu and Kim, at first she was a bit quite, then she said, that would explain why our sheets had been covered in cum some times, when she knew they should not have been. I told her they both wanted to try more family fun, Sue said, why not Stu's got a good looking cock, I replied, his arse is good too.
Kim and Stu looked nervouse as we walked in, not knowing how Sue would take the news. but when Sue dropped to her knees and sucked Stu's cock deep down her throut, they knew it was all good. My cock, went right up Sue's arse, cum leaked out as I fucked her hard. Kim was now behind me, playing with my balls, her fingers found Sue's clit, she looked at me and said mum's been busy as she licked guys cum from her fingers. I said yes she has, some dozen or more guys are now walking around with empty ball sacks, Kim again slide her fingers in Sue's pussy licking them dry.
I moved them all into the bedroom, and over the next few hours we got to know every inch of one another, Sue showed them how I took her fist, whilst I fisted her pussy and butt, the cum run free, as Sue sat over my face, feeding me her juices. Stu had already blown one good load in Sue's butt, as I refilled Kim's butt with fresh cum too, when my cock slipped out I told Kim to sit over Sue's face and empty my cum into her mums mouth, seeing this nearly made me cum again, as Sue ate her pussy.
Whilst I rested Sue told Kim to open the bottom draw, with that Kim's eyes lit up, my huge 12 inch really thick dildo came into sight, with both hands Kim lifted it out, saying, how they had missed using this one, but would like to try it later.
Sue had put the strapon on, and inserted the dildo, I was on my knees, a good sniff and I was ready, with some lube Sue eased forward, my butt opened up taking the tip, then once in, Sue gave one hard push and all 12 inchs dissapeared deep inside my bowels, both kids let out a gasp, seeing me take it all, as Sue began to work up speed,
I let her fuck me for some time, I lost count of my anal cums, as every inch went in, I was now licking Kim's pussy as Stu stood behind Sue fucking her butt whilst she fucked me, what a kinky family I thought, as another oragsm raced though me.
Then Sue pulled back, the didlo dropped out,in one quick move she lay on the bed, Stu still fucking her arse, as I sat over her fist, with one good shove I went down to her elbow, my cock shot up, cum splashed out, over Sue's face, Kim kissed and licked it off, as I rode myself hard, waiting for the big finnish,
With one or two strokes my cock exploded, Kim and Sue both trying to swollow it all, as they turned kissing deeply, Stu grabbed my hips his cock slid right in, it felt good, then he to jerked and began to seed my butt with hot sticky cum, he must have liked it, as 4 or 5 good squirts filled my innerds, as his cock slipped out, I moved sitting over Kims face, and with one good push, Stu's cum ran out, Kim licked my butt and took it all.
What a sexy sight my daughter eating her brothers cum from my butt, whilst Sue ate her pussy, It was so nice laying with the kids, no more secrets to hide, we could now have fun any time we wanted, and they might join in too, that would be so hot, seeing guys use them as fuck toys too.
It was early morning when we all woke, covered in cum but happy, but being Monday, we had to head off to work, Hopefully tonight will be fun too. |
Title: 1 The Van
Tags: Fiction, Mind Control
Introduction:
This is purely a work of fantasy, and all events described take place only in the imagination. Any attempt to re-create any of these scenarios in real life will result in felony charges when discovered by the authorities. Non-consonantal ANYTHING is morally wrong, but fortunately, it's not against the law to dream yet.
Content:
Brian's neighbor knocked on his door one morning. He answered it a little sleepily, but when he saw who it was, he straighten up a little and met the man's eye.
“Good morning, sir.” Brian said.
“Good morning, Brian.” Brad replied, smiling. “I'm moving, and I though I might sell you my van before I go. I know how much you admire it.”
“Oh.” said Brian, surprised. “Would you like to come in?”
“Thanks, that would be great.” Brad said. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“Sure is.” Brian opened the screen door and escorted the man into the kitchen, sitting him at the table.
“Just black is fine.” Brad said, after Brian fetched a mug from the cupboard. Brian poured the coffee, handed the mug over, then took the seat across. “Thanks.”
“So, how much do you want for the van?” Brian asked. “Sir.” He added, a moment later, at Brad's look.
“One dollar bill.” Brad told him. “Payable today.”
Brian looked at him, astonished. The paint job was worth at least four grand, easy! It was a rolling chick magnet, as evidenced by the bevy of beauties that Brad escorted into house from it every day. Some of the girls were even friends of his from school.
“There's a catch.” Brad said.
Brian's heart fell. He'd known it was too good to be true, and it reflected in his face, apparently, because Brad chuckled.
“Don't look so glum, chum. You haven't heard what the catch it yet.”
“What do I have to do, sir?” Brian asked, hesitantly.
“You? You don't have to do anything.” Brad said. “What you choose to do... that's a different matter altogether.”
“What do you mean, sir?” Brian asked, looking confused.
“Here's the catch.” Brad said. “Every female who gets in that van becomes obedient and submissive, whether she wants it or not. Trust me, almost all of them do, and the ones that don't find themselves enjoying it anyway.” He looked at the boy with a serious expression. “And that van calls to them, boy. One a week is going to find her way in there, and there's nothing you can do about it. Sometimes, they come in pairs.”
“Obedient and submissive, sir?” Brian asked. “Could could clarify that?”
“Sexually. They will gladly do anything you tell them to do. The effect lasts for a day or so after they get out of the van, too.” Brad grinned. “It's best not to take too many of them in there. Thing can get pretty rank after a minute, if it's not aired out regularly.”
“Any woman?” Brian asked. “Sir?”
“Any.” Brad said. “Even your mother and sister, so be warned.”
“Is it permanent, sir?” Brian asked. He licked his lips. “I wouldn't want to... damage anyone. Especially by accident.”
“Good question.” Brad said approvingly. “No, I don't think so, but riding in the van will still excite them sexually, even if you remain silent and give no commands.” He looked at Brian. “Repeated exposure to the van's effects tend to strengthen the bond, so if someone was to ride in the van several times a day for several years, the effect would take a very long time to wear off, so in effect, it could be made permanent, if that is what you desire. I find that a day or two of service is plenty, and an hour in the van will last a day.”
“One more question sir, please.” Brian asked. “Why are you selling it to me for only a dollar?”
“One dollar bill, payable today.” Brad repeated. “Because that's what I paid for it, and I'm taking a job in Europe. I'm not bringing it with me.”
Brian got up and went to the junk drawer at the end of the counter. He pulled it open and took one of the several dollar bills in there, amongst all the screws, nails, loose change, and other oddments.
“It's our petty cash, sir.” Brian explained, giving the note to his neighbor. “I Have full permission to use it, so that's my dollar bill, if that's what you're worried about.”
“Did you earn this dollar bill, young man?” Brad asked, looking at it suspiciously.
“My chores are done for the week, and that dollar bill could be considered part of my allowance. My pay, if you will.” Brian said.
“I do consider it your pay, then.” Brad said, putting the note in his pocket and standing up. “Enjoy it, young man. I'm going to go catch a cab to the airport.”
Brad grinned and tossed Brian the keys. “Those extra keys don't go to my house. You'll know what they're for, soon enough.” He went outside and back into his own house next door.
The first thing Brian did was go outside and hop into the driver's seat of his new ride. He paused outside it to look over the paint job one more time, admiring the detailed work.
It showed a shirtless man, standing over two buxom women, who were kneeling before him with adoring expressions on this faces. Both sides were identical.
He unlocked the driver's door and got in. Turning to look behind him, he saw the whole interior lined in black velvet. It had a bed in the back, and one captain's chair in the center of the cargo floor, also black, and carpeted in black. It had two glass bubble sunroofs, and big tinted windows that let in light.
Brian put the key in and fired it up. A knock on his window startled him. He looked out and saw Brad there, with a taxi pulled up across the street.
“One more thing before I go.” he said. “Don't bother going to the DMV to try and register it. There's no point. It doesn't exist in their files, and you're never gonna have a problem with getting pulled over anyway. This thing is practically invisible to cops, no matter how fast you're going. And even if one does come up to you, you'll find you got no problem with him anyway.” Brad went to the taxi, got in, and left.
Before he could pull away from the curb, his sister Mindy came bursting out of the house and ran up to the van. She was a year older than him, red haired and just starting to develop her figure, even though she was already seventeen. Late bloomer, although her tall thin frame was filling out nicely.
Brian saw her approaching and remembered Brad's warning, but it was too late. She leaned in the window to take a look, and evidently, that was close enough for the effect. Brian saw a brand new glint in her eye, and she licked her lips as she met her brother's gaze.
“Mindy.” he said. “Get in the van.” His mind raced with the possibilities of what he could do with his sister, his mind filling with every fantasy he'd ever had at once. His sister had never been part of them before, but now she was the star of every one.
He reached over and unlocked the passenger side as she went around the front. She hopped up into the seat and looked at him expectantly.
“Just sit there and tell me the truth.” he said, turning the key off. He obviously didn't need to drive anywhere. “How much have you done with any boys?”
“Sir, I haven't done anything with any boys.” she said, blushing.
“Not even a kiss?” he asked. “What about the school dances? Didn't you ever dance with a boy?”
“Sir, nobody ever asked me.” she admitted, hanging her head.
“Are there any boys you wished for to ask you to dance?” he asked. “”Is there a boy you like?”
“Not really, sir.” she said. “I try not to think about boys too much.”
“Are you thinking about boys right now?” he asked her.
“No sir.” she replied, looking at him. “I'm thinking about you, sir.”
“What are you thinking about me?” he grinned.
“I... Sir, I'm thinking about you having sex with me, sir.” she admitted, blushing again.
“Sex how?” he asked. “What kind of sex do you want from me?”
She looked down into his lap, then up at his face. “Sir, my mind is full of images of me on my knees before you, and... you're not wearing any pants.” she said. He'd never seen her so red faced before.
“Have you ever thought about this before you got in my new van this morning?”
“Only in my dreams, sir.” she whispered. “And when I think about boys, I'm always on my knees before them, Naked.”
“Is this something that you want to do, Mindy? Do you want to live a dream come true right now?”
She licked her lips nervously. “I... I'm not supposed to want it, sir.”
“But you do want it, don't you, Mindy. What are you afraid of?” he asked her.
“Sir, I know that if I get on my knees like that just one time, I'm going to enjoy it so much that I'm never going to want to get up again. I'm afraid that my future husband will find out that I'm... That I'm a slut and he won't love me after that.” she said, beginning to cry.
“Mindy, look at me.” Brian commanded. His sister shuddered and met his gaze. “I know you're a slut, but I still love you.” he told her. “Even if you never acted like a slut before, I knew it about you. I've known it since you were twelve, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself. Want to know a secret? Mom is a slut, too.”
Mindy's eyes widened at this new bit of information, but she didn't say anything. She hadn't been commanded to speak.
“Oh yeah, just as much a slut as you are, Mindy, and every bit as repressed as you, too.” he chuckled. “Probably more so, as far as not admitting it goes.” He started up the van again, then pulled out from the curb and drove the few short blocks over to Mindy's best friend's house.
“Go over and get your friend Rebecca to come see my new van.” he said. “Ask her to come for a five minute spin with us.” |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: A
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
“I know the theme of the party was superheroes, but I think you’re going to need more than a cape and a mask to make a purple dress count as a costume,” Max said.
Not that it was anything short of spectacular, especially on Caroline. Low-cut to show off her pert little breasts, slit high on both thighs to show off her long legs, with a slender loincloth covering crotch and ass. Boots, mask, and green cape completed the look—whatever the look was.
“I’m Catwoman,” Caroline expounded. “Back when she was a legitimate character and not an S&M fantasy. Although I see you’re a fan of that era…”
“Yeah, I am,” Max said. “Any girl who can make a whip work as an accessory’s got my vote. But this isn’t a Catwoman costume. It’s Black Cat.”
“Oh,” Caroline said.
It was an easy mistake to make. Max was wearing a skintight leather catsuit, the cleavage plunging even lower than Caroline’s, to the point where the white fur trim on her neckline seemed to be the only thing preventing a nip slip. More white fur bordered the ends of her gloves and the tops of her boots, while a domino mask concealed her identity—as if anyone seeing her mostly exposed 34DDs would mistake her for someone else.
“Yeah,” Max said. “Even in comic books, not a lot of chicks squeezing a rack like this into their spandex. Gotta say, though, it’s surprisingly comfortable. I can only imagine the wedgie I’d have if I were in a Wonder Woman one-piece right now…”
“Ooh, maybe next Halloween!” Caroline chittered excitedly.
Max blinked. Sometimes she thought Caroline had grown up on Mars, not Madison Avenue. “Just remember this is biz-ness, okay? We got these invites by promising to bring cupcakes, they’re the best damn cupcakes in the city, so you’ve got to keep your head on a swivel, Blondie. The moment someone says anything about the cupcakes, you mention the Kickstarter, got it?”
Caroline seemed confused. “I’m not going as Blondie. I told you, I’m Catwoman.”
Max groaned. “Sometimes it feels like being a broke girl is the story of my life or something…”
Caroline patted her on her platinum blonde wig. “Don’t think that way, Max. Remember, I used to be filthy rich. Look at me now! Change is possible!”
Max groaned louder.
***
Despite her words, Max had a hard time focusing on work at the party. It was just not her scene—too classy, too many rich kids like Caroline had been. The costumes were all too good, not cool or interesting or cleverly made. She bet most of them had been bought off Etsy, probably for more than her mortgage was worth. Max had met enough Richie Riches to know that the innocent, well-meaning ones—like Caroline—were few and far between. For way too many of them, the only thing they could think to do with all their money and free time was find new and interesting ways to be mean. What a bunch of snobs…
Then one of them caught her eyes. He was wearing what looked like a white bedsheet, wrapped around him like a toga, with a laurel wreath on his head providing the crowning touch. Max appreciated the lo-fi effort almost as much as the body. He was young—Max would’ve bet against him topping twenty—but damn handsome for his age, with a boyish shock of blond hair and a lean, muscular physique that the toga draped over him had to show off. Well-formed legs, chiseled abs, arms that bulged with muscle. Max caught herself sneaking glances at where the toga fell over his crotch. She saw the silhouette of a third leg when the light hit just right…
“Well, do they like our cupcakes?” Caroline asked, coming up behind Max.
“God, I hope so,” Max muttered.
“Max!” Caroline took her whip off her belt and whacked its coiled length against Max’s thigh. “This is no time to get into some kind of harebrained scheme! We’re… oh my God, is that Brad Tarr?”
Realizing Caroline knew who the hunk was, Max ripped her eyes off him and turned to the blonde. “I don’t know, is it?”
Caroline didn’t notice Max’s… Maxing, now occupied herself with admiring the toga-wearer’s looks. “I used to know him. Well, he knew me. I was friends with his older brother—he was just a kid back then, but he had the biggest crush on me. And he was a lot shorter.”
“And now he’s six foot four,” Max said.
“Four and however many inches,” Caroline added in a daze, her eyes down right where Max’s had been. She sighed, thinking she was something big between Brad’s legs brush against the skirt of his toga.
Max’s lower lip drooped down in surprise. “Look at you, finally letting your freak flag fly! You should go over to him. He might remember you.”
Caroline scoffed. “Because he had a crush on me a million years ago?”
“More like four. Is he even legal? He’s probably legal, right? That’s alcohol he’s drinking…” Max shook off her own fantasies and clapped Caroline on the shoulder. “Besides, you’re dressed like Catwoman!”
“Bronze Age Catwoman,” Caroline muttered. “Why’d I have to be Bronze Age Catwoman?”
“Caroline Channing? S’that you?”
“Oh my God, he’s coming over here,” Max whispered. “Quick, how’s your breath?”
Caroline looked at her in horror. “How am I supposed to—Brad, hiiiii!”
“Caroline, holy shit, look at you!” Brad reached out and brushed his hand through the blonde hair coming out from under her cowl. “Everyone talks about you like you fell off the edge of the world, but here you are, haven’t changed a bit.”
“You have,” Caroline replied numbly.
“Yeah, I remember when I had to crane my neck to look you in the eye.” He grinned at her. “Guess you stopped wearing heels, huh?”
She simpered. He turned, sweeping his gaze to Max, putting his arm casually around Caroline’s waist even as he focused on the other woman.
“And who’s your friend?”
“Oh!” Caroline gasped, feeling his arm so lightly collaring her slim waist. “That’s… this is Max. Max, say hi.”
“Hi, Max,” Max said, nervously giggling through her daze. “So, Caroline tells me you have a brother?”
“Yeah. Got married. Moved to Long Island.” Brad shook his head. “I guess when you meet the right woman, it makes sense to you. God, you two look great. Max, you’re really pulling off that costume. And Caroline… well, you’d look good in a trash bag.” He playfully swiped at her cape. “And this isn’t a trash bag.”
“We brought cupcakes!” Max suddenly piped up.
“Oh, those are yours?”
“Yeah,” Max preened, thrusting out her chest hard enough to make the leather squeak. “Made with love. You did taste my love, right?”
“I thought they tasted… you know… good. So many people here, they just pick something up from the store. I always try and make a little something myself. It’s more, ah, intimate.”
Brad leaned forward, slightly invading Max’s space. She blushed, not sure what to do, ended up poking her tongue into her cheek for some reason.
“That wig really suits you,” he said after a moment. “And are you wearing contacts?”
“No, no, I, uh, I don’t like seeing things that much.”
Brad laughed. “I was just thinking, those eyes… Caroline, doesn’t she have the most gorgeous eyes?”
“Oh yeah,” Caroline said.
“Of course, when was the last time I looked you in the eye?”
“I don’t think we ever got around to it,” Caroline giggled.
Brad sidled in front of her, his hands on her hips, guiding her opposite him. He made eye contact with her. “Yes. A blue-eyed blonde. Absolutely stunning. I think the masks really bring out the loveliness of your eyes. Should’ve worn one myself. Would’ve been interesting to come up to you, see what reaction I’d get if you didn’t know I was your old friend Brad.”
Max was suddenly there, turning Brad to the side so he was facing her, not Caroline. She preened up to him, her hands on his hips to keep him turned to her. “Well, I didn’t know you were my old friend Brad. Would you like to know how I react to you?”
Max was even shorter than Caroline and Brad was a head taller than her. He towered over Max, and with a deep breath, Max’s neckline yawned open, showing off almost all of her low-cut cleavage.
“You’re having me on. You mean Caroline never told you about me? Maybe gave you a little warning?” Brad teased.
“Nope!” Max replied. “I’m totally unprepared. You could do anything to me…”
Caroline stood behind Brad—she put her hand on his shoulder. “You made the cheese dip, right? I could’ve sworn that was homemade.”
“Yeah, I did, actually.” Brad looked over his shoulder at her while putting his hands on Max’s where they held his hips. His fingers toyed their way along her white gloves, up to the fur trim. He petted it and Max could only watch him playing his touch through the fur, almost feeling it… “The chips, though, I broke down and got from Wal-Mart. Cooking’s more of a hobby for me than a vocation, I’m afraid.”
“That’s funny, because Max and I, we’re actually trying to make a living opening a bakery!”
“Oh?” Brad slipped his thumb underneath Max’s glove, touching the bare flesh of her wrist. “Is that so, Max?”
“Yes,” Max gasped, feeling his touch like he was rubbing liquid fire into her skin. She squeezed her thighs together. A hard breath almost made her breasts pop out of her catsuit.
“That’s why we brought cupcakes,” Caroline continued. “They’re sorta free samples. If anyone likes them, we’re happy to sell them more.” Suddenly Caroline leaned against Brad’s back, moaning tiredly as she wrapped her arms around her waist. “Uhhh, so sleepy, so boring doing the sales pitch hustle.”
“Maybe you should let Max do it a while,” Brad suggested. One by one, he pulled at the fingers of Max’s glove, loosening them from her hand. “She looks like she has plenty of stamina.”
Max bit her lip as Brad pulled her glove slowly down her forearm. “Sure, but I prefer to just lay there and let the guy work on me. I’m lazy that way.”
Caroline’s arms were still wrapped around Brad’s waist from behind. Her hands moved over his belly, one palm under the sash part of his toga. Max could see its shadow through the thin sheet; Caroline’s fingers trickling along Brad’s abs. Horny bitch, she thought. Can’t even wait until I leave the room to fondle him… then again, I’d pay good money to see Caroline fondle him…
“Maybe you just need the right motivation,” Brad said, tugging Max’s white glove all the way off. “That costume, for instance. It’d certainly give any guy… motivation. What costume would motivate you?”
“Nothing at all,” Max retorted.
“I’m the same way. Dressing up is fun, but if what’s underneath doesn’t satisfy…”
To Max’s complete surprise, Brad tightened his hold on her wrist and forcefully pulled it down between their bodies. Max was too shocked to resist—she didn’t know if she ever would’ve. Out of sight of Caroline, with Brad’s body blocking her view, he brought Max’s bare hand up under his loincloth and put it on his stiff, throbbing erection.
“What’s the point?” Brad concluded.
Max wrapped her slim fingers instinctively around the big, burgeoning cockhead. “No point at all,” she said, unbelievably feeling his angry hardness, the throb of his arousal. Her lips drifting open, Max moved her hand up and down his stiff cock. She wanted to tell Caroline to forget about inches—add another foot to the guy’s measurements. |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: B
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
Max couldn’t believe she was doing this… reaching under a guy’s toga in a crowded room while her roommate hung off him. There’d probably be a traffic jam down at his dick if Caroline got any more handsy with Brad. Then again, he seemed to have enough for both of them.
“Glad we’re in agreement,” Brad said. With Max’s hand on his cock, not going anywhere anytime soon, he took his hand off her wrist and moved it back, reaching behind himself to pat Caroline on the thigh. She was still resting her body against his back, doing her ‘I’m so tired/let’s go lie down’ act. “Caroline, between the two of you, you must be running a hell of a business. Max can keep a tight grip on things—even be a bit of a jerk when she needs to be.”
His enormous prick—wet, throbbing, even menacing—pulsed just inches from Max’s softer-than-she-would’ve-liked underbelly, right next to her damper-than-she-would’ve-liked pubic fur. His swollen cockhead beat a lewd, frightening tattoo against Max’s palm. It felt like a jungle drum… a rhythm of pure, instinctual sex… the wanting of his cock for her cunt.
Thank God the party’s dark, the music’s loud, and there’s plenty of illegitimate smoke in the air, she thought. Sorry, Caroline, but maybe you should’ve Mary Kay Letourneau’d this dick while you had the chance…
Max tightened her fist, really feeling how hard Brad’s cock was and how much it was throbbing. She was more aware of his thick, hot erection in her small fist than ever. The rest of the costume party was falling away… she was even having a hard time remembering Caroline… all that mattered was the prick in her hand and the mixture of fear and desire that it filled her with.
Max knew her pussy was getting away from her mind and she wasn’t even that drunk. She didn’t want to feel a guy up in the middle of some hipster brownstone while her best friend grinded on him. Did she? If she didn’t, why was her cunt fucking boiling?
“Do you know how to give a handjob, Caroline?” Brad asked.
Max’s eyebrows shot up. He addressing Caroline, but she knew he was speaking to her.
“I was just thinking how everyone must know how to give a blowjob. Man or woman, gay or straight. The man knows how from pleasing himself and the woman knows how from pleasing him.”
“It’s not like it’s hard,” Caroline snickered, and Brad took her hands from where they were feeling his abs and pulled them tighter around him, drawing Caroline against his back. He put the fingers of one of Caroline’s hands around the wrist of the other.
“Wrap your fingers around it, honey. Nice and tight. That’s right. Then you just move your hand up and down. That’s right. Like a good girl.”
As Caroline acted out what he was describing on her own slim wrist, Max found herself doing it to his swollen cock. The heat of his erection grew inside the circle of her fingers. Brad rolled his hips, moving his prick through her fisted hand faster.
“Yeah,” Brad groaned. “Does that feel good?”
Caroline playfully jerked off her own forearm between Max and Brad’s bodies. And for some reason, watching her do it turned Max on more than looking at that huge prick she was fondling. She’d never needed help before with a man, not even with a cock like this one, but now she thought getting help—her and Caroline teaming up on some poor sucker—might be… well, at least she’d be sure Caroline was getting laid…
“Max, look, am I doing it good?” Caroline teased, her slender fingers barely able to take in the slender muscle of her forearm. Max could sympathize. She was barely reaching around Brad’s girth herself.
“You’re doing it so good,” she answered. Precum ran from Brad’s cockhead, spilling all over her fingers and palm. It was crazy, but Max kept moving her hand.
“Max, could you get out of the way for one minute?” Brad asked, keeping his voice shockingly calm considering what she was doing to him.
He pushed her back a few steps, leading her like they were doing a dance, and Caroline holding onto him from behind, dragging behind Brad with her high-heeled boots tapping on the floor to keep up. The threesome seemed about to collide with the wall, but there was a lounger set against it and Brad shoved Max down into the seat—Max was real glad to have a leather catsuit between her and whatever party bro had last been sitting there—and then he pulled on Caroline’s arm, circling her around his body until she stepped between him and the sitting Max.
Max still had his huge prick clutched in her little hand. She squeezed it, looking between Caroline’s legs to see the shadow of the bulging knob through Brad’s… skirt? Toga bottom. Then Caroline stepped a little out of the way and Max teased herself by slapping the end of Brad’s dick against the inside of his toga. If she weren’t holding down his upright erection, it’d be escaping his toga, lifting the skirt up like a ghost under a tablecloth.
Brad pulled Caroline to the side, then hauled her against his flank, her little hips pressed up against his narrow ones like they were sitting on the bus together. Caroline cooed, being under his arm, having it wrapped around her waist. Her left arm was behind his back and—Max felt around behind his back herself. Felt Caroline’s hand at his ass, squeezing, before Caroline slapped her hand away.
“I think you and Max are here with an ulterior motive.”
“Oh yeah?” Caroline smiled up at him with a glimmer. “What’d we come here to do? Or get?”
“I think you’re about to make a huge mess,” Brad answered. “So tell me. Are you and Max the type who clean up your messes?”
Max felt another dollop of warm precum spread over her hand like lotion. Brad was gonna come. Max panicked. It would either get all over her or all over him. So she’d either have to leave Caroline alone with Brad, all twitterpated, while she cleaned up, or Brad would excuse himself and that was their sales pitch, dead and buried. She had to stop him from coming—no, she couldn’t—she had to stop jerking him off—couldn’t do that either—her mind raced, swirled, until she realized what she had to do.
“We, uh, we’re like people, people on a nature trail,” Caroline said, as Max lifted Brad’s toga out of the way and wrapped her little mouth safely around his burgeoning cock. Caroline didn’t see a thing. Too busy looking into Brad’s big brown eyes. “We take only memories and leave only photographs—or something.”
“You seem flustered,” Brad said, petting a loose lock of hair from Caroline’s brow.
“So do you,” Caroline said, seeing a drop of sweat run down his face.
It did occur to Max that while they were flirting, she was on her knees, sucking Brad off in public. She couldn’t do that forever. She couldn’t even do that for a minute. She had to get Brad off and get his dick out of her mouth before anyone saw her.
Her cheeks sucked in. Her lips pulled hard. She bobbed her head up and down, trying not to slurp. Years of letting guys get to third base because she wanted them to remember her for something other than her boobs were suddenly coming in very handy.
Brad dutifully kept Caroline from noticing, petting her hair, stroking her face, caressing her lips with his fingers. She simpered under his attention.
“That’s good,” Brad said. And while his right hand pressed its forefinger into Caroline’s mouth, his left hand rested on top of Max’s head and made her suck harder, rutting her on the fat length of his manhood. “That’s very good.”
Damn right it is, Max thought. There was enough cock for her to gargle the head while she jerked on the shaft. Usually, she’d be insulted not to have a guy looking down at her, enjoying the view as she wrapped her lips around his prick.
But the way Brad was ignoring her—all but his engorged cock throbbing in her mouth—in favor of playing with Caroline… somehow it turned her on. She almost wanted to make him break character, pay attention to her instead of Catwoman up there. Hell, she’d settle for Caroline looking—wondered what the sight of Max sucking on that big prick would do to her. Max would hate to ruin Caroline’s appreciation of that dick, but maybe knowing it had mouth-fucked her roomie would make it even better. Max knew she was a little aroused from the thought that this prick might be giving Caroline a ride after she finished with it.
Brad’s eyes were boring into Caroline’s, only growing more intense as the pleasure from Max’s blowjob mounted. “Max and I… we…” Caroline began, trying to signal Max for backup to bolster her faltering will… she even reached out to tap Max on the shoulder and get her attention, but Brad took his left hand off Max’s head and neatly collared Caroline’s wrist.
Max was already stuffing herself with as much of his cock as she could, acting like a woman addicted to it. Brad took both of Caroline’s hands and wrapped them around his neck like they were dancing.
“We can worry about Max later,” Brad said soothingly—Caroline felt unable to look away from the full focus of his eyes, all the concentration in them, all of it lancing into her. “Let’s talk about us right now.”
“What about us?” Caroline all but squeaked, her voice fluttering.
Max felt Brad’s cock swell in her mouth and knew what was happening. She lifted off his prick quickly, opening her mouth wide in front of his glans as she beat off his shaft. It was slutty, downright pornographic, and it might end with some stray shots across her face, but Max was wearing a mask. Only Brad wasn’t satisfied with finishing on her face.
His left hand palmed Max’s head like a basketball and he forced her onto his erection as he drove forward with his hips. At the same time, his right arm wrapped about Caroline’s slender waist, pulling her against his body. Her hip actually bumped against Max’s head, but neither of them noticed in the cacophony of sensation and lust.
He kissed Caroline passionately while his manhood pushed through Max’s mouth and went down her throat. Max gagged, not that Caroline could hear her above the rush of blood in her ears, lips smacking and tongues colliding, her own moan welling up as desire burst loose in her and tore down everything she was trying to think of that wasn’t Brad’s body or her own luscious need.
Max squeezed her thighs together, pleasuring her cunt while it was sensitive as hell and electric with feeling. It wasn’t just-only-exactly that she wanted Brad to be kissing her. She envied Caroline as much as pitied her. Brad was kissing the hell out of her, a real lustful, romantic kiss, but at the same time he’d shoved himself deep into Max, like he’d taken her mouth’s virginity.
He came, engorged cockhead spewing hot, thick globs of his seed. It crammed its way down Max’s gullet, gooey and silky smooth and warm, clogging her throat so thoroughly she just had to swallow. And even as she did, another eruption filled her mouth, forced its way into her throat.
This she couldn’t swallow—it stuffed her cheeks, making them billow outward. Max feared another rope of cum would overflow her mouth, making her cough it all over the floor. She was already sputtering, her throat making guttural noises around the river of semen she was trying to keep flowing in one direction.
Then Brad pulled himself out of her ballooning cheeks, clearing enough space that Max felt like she could safely swallow… only her attention was stolen by the sight of his reddened knob in front of her face, the tip swelling, trembling with power, the glanshole flaring open with a glint of white.
Max just had time to close her eyes before Brad launched the final volley of his cum into her domino mask, loosing a satiated exhalation at the same time that blended with Caroline’s coo of satisfaction at how he’d kissed her.
“Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk in private?” Brad asked Caroline, cucumber cool despite—or maybe because of—the fact that he’d just covered Max’s face and throat in his seed. “Business, of course.”
Max whipped off her mask, wiping up all she could of Brad’s facial before she tossed it aside, and she did it just in time before Caroline looked at her and saw that she’d been blowing her boyfriend. Unfortunately, she still hadn’t swallowed. Caroline looked down at Max and saw her cheeks bulging outward.
“Max, you don’t mind if Brad and I—oh, of course not, you’re too busy stuffing your face.”
“It is a lovely face,” Brad opined. “Even looks good stuffed.”
As they left, Max groped around until she laid hands on an empty red Solo cup. She spat Brad’s voluminous cumshot—that which she hadn’t already swallowed—into it, then looked down in disbelief to see that the cup was almost full. Not only had Brad come that much… more… but she’d had it in her mouth.
And seeing his cum steaming, almost bubbling in the Solo cup, still tasting it in her mouth and remembering how it had slid down her throat and wondering how it had looked on her lovely, stuffed face after that last rope of cum had decorated her… Max was tempted to… no, no way, she was regular kinky, not a freak. She found a wastebasket and dropped the befouled Solo cup in.
Now if she could just do something about how damn wet she was. Max was already out a mask; she couldn’t afford to stain her catsuit too. |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: C
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
Brad’s diminished erection swayed between his thighs—but was quickly revitalizing, feeling Caroline’s slim hand in his, the skin creamy and supple, all of her so damn pliant and sylphlike and as beautiful as he remembered. But no longer towering over him, unapproachable, unavailable. Now he could do what he wanted with her. He could make her as happy as he’d always wanted to.
Brad led Caroline out onto the balcony: taking the key from around his neck, unlocking the door, then shutting it behind them and locking it again. Forty stories out and with soundproof walls, the sounds of the city were as far away as the party inside. Brad took a deep breath of the night air and considered Caroline out in the moonlight, the pearly incandescence making her more than sexy.
Making her as beautiful as she was in his memories, ethereal, more like a ghost of his past than a real woman. But she was real. He could touch her. He could mold her into a shape quite unlike the unhappy woman she now was.
In her thin dress, Caroline shuddered against the cold, hugging herself, even as she exulted in the view of the New York skyline from among its heights. Brad wondered if she’d spent enough time away from her natural place in the food chain to forget how good it looked up here… maybe how good it made her feel.
“Brad, I didn’t know you own this place.”
“I don’t, I’m just watching it for a friend. Drunken partygoers and waist-high guard rails aren’t the best mix—so in return for a little responsibility, we won’t be disturbed.” He came up behind her and wrapped his arms soothingly against her body, while pressing his growing erection against her ass. “I have a proposition for you.”
Caroline’s voice caught. Surely she could feel his cock pressing between her buttocks, with only two layers of thin gossamer cloth between his flesh and hers—three if you counted her cape—but would she ignore it or would she take the initiative herself?
“What kind of proposition?” she asked, a lilt in her voice. She didn’t sound like a woman outraged or offended—Brad wondered if he could press himself a little more tightly against her slender body.
“Your cupcakes.” He brushed his lips against the delicate curve of her ear, albeit through her cowl. Such a teasing, phantasmagoric touch that it could safely be denied—and safely be enjoyed by the recipient. “Be honest. You came here, giving away free samples, to try and drum up business.”
“Maybe. Why? Do you want my cupcakes?”
Brad grinned. She had to be picking that up from Max. The Caroline he remembered would never be so smutty. “There’s a problem with your thinking. Rich people don’t appreciate free samples. To them, everything is free. They’ll forget your generosity the moment you’re out the door. They might even resent you, the next time you see them, for expecting them to pay ‘all of a sudden’.” He set his hands on her cape, fastidiously straightening a curled fold. “They’re not like you were.”
He felt Caroline’s spine stiffen. She was absorbing the truth of his words. Brad petted her sleeved arm soothingly. He toyed with her cape—pulling playfully on it to see if she bent to the pressure. Caroline didn’t resist, but didn’t give in either. He’d have to exert more force to see her move.
“You ever hear the expression, ‘it takes money to make money’?” A smile on his lips, Brad kissed the side of Caroline’s cowl. She felt the pressure of his mouth, knew what he was doing, but couldn’t quite feel his touch on her bare skin. Brad was stirring the pot, not exactly making his move, but making no secret of his intentions either. “You don’t have money.”
“We have a war-chest,” Caroline protested.
“Max’s piggybank and the coins beneath the couch cushions?” Brad teased, sliding his lips along her purple cowl again. God, he felt like he could rip it right off—with his teeth. “I’m talking real money. Social media rollout. A storefront. Customized packaging. Fliers. Newspaper ads. Top-flight ingredients. Market research. And the all-important dressing for success. You and Max look good, but you have to look rich. You’re not going to do that at the thrift shop.”
As he barraged her, Brad turned her in his hands, then pressed her against his chest. Caroline’s breath came hitched and spiking and jagged. The hard-on she’d felt against her ass was now between her thighs and the cape wasn’t in the way anymore. Her eyes fluttered. She had to be finding it hard to concentrate, wondering what he’d do as well as pondering his thorny words.
“What are you suggesting?” Caroline asked—Brad knew he had her. She was too far gone now not to want to see this through… to get her money’s worth… to want something more than just foreplay.
Lifting her chin up, Brad kissed her warmly. After all the play through her censorious costume, now he was touching her. Caroline felt his prick jolt with excitement against her defenseless groin.
“I want to invest in you,” he said while she was still reeling from how their lips had met and parted.
Brad could’ve laughed at the sight of her now. She almost had stars circling around her head. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” she quipped weakly, a last-ditch defense mechanism misfiring. She wasn’t really protecting herself. She was just so aroused, she couldn’t even think enough to give in.
Brad smiled in appreciation of her pluck. “I want to buy out your whole operation. Fifty percent of the profits to me, twenty-five to Max and twenty-five to you. And in return, I’ll invest heavily. Two hundred thousand to get everything up and running. You’ll make a splash before anyone even realizes how good your product is. After that, the profit is all gravy. You’ll be the next hot thing, on your way to becoming an institution.”
Caroline’s mouth gaped open, the woman stunned, physically weakened by his words. He pulled her body against his and kissed her heatedly, filling her mouth with his lascivious tongue. Caroline gasped through the kiss. Her nipples were standing up. Her cunt tingled.
“You’re… you’re going to fuck me,” Caroline breathed.
“Fifty percent for two hundred thou up front is more than fair,” Brad said coolly, even as his erection raged, straining away from his body and towards Caroline’s snatch. He took her hands in his. “I’ll make a tidy profit and you’ll be rich. Isn’t that what you want? What we both… want?”
Brad knelt, his hold on her hands drawing her down to her knees with him.. He could wait for the party to be over, get her into a real bed, but there was no way delayed gratification could be as good as the excitement he felt right now. Forcing her to the ground, to her back, he panted lustfully, beside himself with need for her.
Brad didn’t consider himself to be a man who often lost control, but he was all but doing that now—giving himself permission to possess this woman even if it took everything he had. Mouthfucking her friend Max was supposed to take the edge off his ardor; it’d only taken it to another level. He had to have both of them; his two crown jewels.
Caroline looked up at him with wide eyes. He was kneeling beside her body, holding her down. Then he settled on an elbow next to her. His free hand slipped down over her toned stomach until he was touching the hem of her loincloth. Caroline knew it would only take a gesture to expose her.
“That’s not what I meant,” she murmured. “I mean… for this to work… you fuck me, right?”
“Caroline, don’t kid yourself,” Brad purred. “I’m going to fuck you whether or not you take the deal. If I were really mean, I’d make you pick: the business deal or the fuck you’ve been dying for. But since I like you, I’m going to give you both.”
Caroline shivered and looked down her body at his wrist, seeing a dangerous weapon poised between her thighs. Her brain misfired. She clenched her legs shut and her hands jumped down to push at his, to keep his risky fingers away from her vulnerable sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” Brad teased her—from his tantalizing voice, he knew she didn’t.
Her hands were weak on his wrist, as loose as spaghetti. He toyingly pushed against her grip; there was as much slack there as a bundle of rope. Caroline did nothing to stop his strong fingers from going under her skirt and rubbing at her tender cunt.
She gasped: now her fingers tightened. She held his hand against her panties.
“Relax those long legs, Caroline,” Brad said in a lilting voice, as though hypnotizing her—although his touch was far more enthralling. It was burning in her brain like a shot of espresso. “Just relax. You’re enjoying it already. You’ve spent too long in Max’s shadow. She’s sexy, you’re beautiful.”
Caroline was torn between relaxation his voice offered and the orgiastic adrenaline rush of his hand inside her panties. Which was she feeling? What did she want?
“Max is… beautiful…” Caroline mumbled, feeling her clit stiffen and throb. It felt treacherous, like it was serving Brad instead of her. But what was the treason in feeling good? Her body was supposed to feel good, right? Especially when some eligible mate was seducing her. That was Biology 101—what all her good looks were meant for.
“I agree,” Brad purred. “But in a crass sort of way. An obvious sort of way. You’re elegant. Delicate. Those sculpted features and that long, sensual body. Like a violin begging to be played by a master. You can’t expect some dirty boy who mauls Max hard and fast, the way she likes, to be able to give you real pleasure. You’re meant for a light touch. A light, loving touch—only where you’re sensitive—touching you like the treasure you are… pleasing you as only you deserve…”
His soft voice went on and on, mesmerizing Caroline while his hand did something purely wicked between her legs. Caroline had never felt so dirty or so lovely. She had let a few of… Max’s kind of people… get their hands on her, and she’d enjoyed it. But she hadn’t loved it like she was loving this. This felt like a drug.
No, drugs were impure, cheap, scummy. This was a blood transfusion from the right donor. She’d survived on whatever it was she’d had with Max, but now she was living.
Brad sensed her turmoil of emotions dying away… all the reservations draining from her… now there was approval and enthusiasm and an enjoyment that bordered on need. This was what he’d wanted from Caroline and he rewarded her for it by playing her sensitive little clit with his thumb and forefinger until her sex was twitching nicely.
“Open your legs,” he told her, giving her delicious lips a soft lick with the tip of his tongue—the little tease the exact opposite of the voluptuous sensations he was reaping between her thighs. “That’s it… open them for me… nice and wide…”
“Brad…”
She didn’t obey him, but Brad didn’t chide her. There was no need to yell, no need to frighten Caroline when she was feeling so vulnerable and tender and had already been so sweet. He simply took his hand away. |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: D
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
Caroline gasped at the sudden cessation of the delight he’d been causing her. She’d half-wanted that, wanted at least to think without a maelstrom of feelings inside her, but in the sudden void of sensation, it was harder to think than ever.
All she knew was that she wanted it back. It couldn’t end that way, with a sudden stop. Her mounting enjoyment… it could only end in orgasm. She had to experience the climax that went with the pleasure Brad gave her.
Caroline spread her creamy thighs as far as she could, to let Brad finger her all he wanted. Her bright eyes tightened with fear as his hand reached underneath her stretching panties. She wasn’t afraid of what he’d do to her, more how it would feel. She could so easily become addicted to how he was making her feel.
Brad pressed his mouth to hers, the force of the kiss driving her down to the floor. He held her there while his fingers danced over her groin. Her snatch, her clit, even her asshole, they all sampled his delicious touch. He was impassioned by her luscious body, so sweet and slender and lithe.
Brad set his middle finger against her asshole and his thumb in her sex. He slowly pushed in with both, thumb slipping readily into Caroline’s pussy, middle digit slowly testing her anus’s resistance. Caroline felt two shockwaves traveling up through her body; the combination was electric. She hummed through Brad’s continued, lavish kiss as both her holes were penetrated at once, fogging her mind with too much pleasure to feel discomfort.
She tore her mouth away from Brad’s and gasped, “You’re… you’re fingering my ass, you’re fucking my ass with your finger, you’re, you’re…”
Her hips jerked, thrusting herself onto how Brad was entering her, making him go further inside her body. The jolt of pleasure she got from that, from her body’s own actions, weakened the kneejerk antipathy she had against sodomy.
She couldn’t fight her own desire. Her asshole and sex quivered around Brad’s insidiously buried fingers. The more they entered her, the more they felt her tightness, the hotter she burned. Caroline couldn’t stand it, but she loved every moment of being doubly impaled by him.
“You’re making me get off, from-from-from what you’re doing… doing in my ass and my pussy… oh God… you’re going to make me… make me let you… I’m going to let you fuck me in the ass…”
“You’re not going to let me do anything,” Brad cooed to her, his voice so cool, so soothing, not at all like how his fingers were making her boil. “You’re going to beg to have my cock in your ass, my cum in your ass.”
Caroline turned her face away from Brad’s. The horrible lust she felt at that moment must show in her eyes; she couldn’t let him see it. Bad enough she was letting him finger her helpless pussy and her rectum. She couldn’t let him see… have him commit to memory… GOD, she could just imagine how she must look, submitting to this lascivious sexuality.
Tears trickled down her cheeks, but Caroline couldn’t pretend she was sobbing about being some fallen woman. They were tears of joy. She was thrilled by how good it felt. She liked the sound of… being the kind of woman who begged for things like a cock in her ass. Brad’s cock. Brad touching her. Brad saying her name with his cool, confident voice, promising that everything would be alright as much as promising she would be his. Promising that she would feel pure, decadent enjoyment of whatever he did to her, no matter how lewd.
How would she look Max in the eye after this? She was acting hornier than her friend ever had. Even Max only went into sex wanting orgasms. Caroline wanted… she just wanted…
She wanted COCK and when she felt it touch her naked thigh, big and hard and throbbing with lust for her, she came a little.
More like a lot.
About the same ‘satisfying’ amount she tried to shut up her needing body with when Max was gone and she borrowed her vibrator.
But the lingering satiation, quickening in her veins, pulsing in her skin, that felt like when she borrowed Max’s vibration and thought about Max’s body, which Caroline only let herself do when she really needed it… and it wasn’t like she was imagining or fantasizing… just remembering seeing Max get out of the shower, or in her underwear, or her cries when she brought a guy home and the walls were so thin and even if Max wasn’t really enjoying herself much (not like her with Brad) she was enough of an actress that Caroline could pretend… could, okay, fantasize… that if it were her, Max’s moans would be real, those sighs for “more!” would be for what Caroline was actually doing to her, not for a guy with more cock, more personality, more… more like Brad…
“I’m so fucked up,” Caroline moaned, not sure if she was in love with Max or with what Brad was doing to her or Brad himself, suddenly swooping in to fix her screwed up life and at least distract her from her codependent relationship with Max.
Or codependent whatever with Max. She was pretty sure Max bought at least a few vibrators for her, because Max never had trouble finding a guy and she had to know what Caroline was doing… some of the looks she gave her… she could make Caroline so flustered.
“You’re not fucked up,” Brad purred, so reassuring, so certain, and a little amused, like he was gently disabusing her of a piece of trivia she’d picked up somewhere that wasn’t really accurate. Believed Frankenstein was the name of the monster or someone said ‘Play it again, Sam’ in Casablanca. “You’ve just been through some trying circumstances. You’re in an extreme position. Like one of those fish from the bottom of the ocean. You bring them up to the surface and the change in pressure makes them look like a freak. But you go down to the deep sea, to where they belong, and you see how beautiful they are.”
Even as he spoke to her, his cock was against her leg, both his costume and hers out of the way. His hand stripped her panties off—tore them free of her body like she’d lost a second virginity. He rolled his hips in a low, easy pattern, stroking himself against her toned thigh.
Caroline was breathless with lust. She felt hypnotized—totally submissive, as she so often was when it came to sex, with not even her brattish insistence on being pleased.
Only Brad wasn’t fucking her. He was making her wait (making her beg, at least on the inside). And he was telling her… he was making love to her with his words, pleasuring her, satisfying her with everything he said.
Caroline felt a fresh wave of tears roll from her eyes. Why’d this have to be so intense? She would’ve let him just bang her. Instead he was breaking her down, stripping everything away from her, demanding all of her. Brad’s hand wiped her tears away and she wanted that as much as his prick inside her.
“Wha… what about Max?” Caroline asked.
She told herself she didn’t really care—not at a time like this—she was just groping for something to put Brad off, buy her some breathing room, not let her be a total supplicant to him. But another tiny orgasm rolled through her body; she pictured Max listening to this as she’d listened to Max. She pictured Max getting off on this like she’d…
“If you’re taking me… back to where I belong,” she continued breathlessly, forcing the words out. It was easier, better, to speak than to think. “And Max is coming with us… won’t she… won’t she…”
“Max is adaptable,” Brad soothed her. “She’ll still need you, want to be around you. I’ll take care of her. I can see how she makes you happy…”
“She does! She does make me happy! Oh God, I’m a mess, Brad, I’m sorry…”
Brad moved on top of her body, looking down at her from above, over, about to be inside: “You’re anxious. You don’t want this to be over with… but you can’t wait any longer. Can you?”
Caroline laughed at herself, teary and flustered. “This can’t have been what you imagined…”
“I didn’t imagine. I didn’t let myself. I just wanted the real you. I’m going to take care of you now, Caroline. And afterwards, you’ll feel better—you’ll know you can trust me.”
“I do trust you, Brad…” Caroline wiped her own eyes. Her mascara must’ve been a mess, but when she looked into Brad’s eyes, all she saw was desire for her. “It’s crazy, but, that sweet little kid who thought I was the greatest person in the world… it’s like he still sees me that way, even after everything that’s happened. When he should know better.”
“Let me show you how I see you,” Brad said, and kissed her again.
He’d been holding back before. Now, Caroline felt something of the real passion he had for her—his desperation to please her—his eagerness to enjoy her pleasure. It was almost embarrassing, how set he was on her, but instead of judging him, feeling superior, Caroline could only be touched by this… craving for her.
She found herself wanting to give herself over to him, not even to be satisfied herself, but just to feed this all-consuming desire he held for her. She’d be burned up for it, but it’d be like the honored dead in some primitive tribe… a venerated sacrifice that was celebrated before the fire was lit.
Her mind was reeling—crazy thoughts—but Caroline at least knew that delaying the inevitable could only ruin the magic. It was insane. She felt imprisoned by Brad’s expectations of her, enslaved by his need to please her, but none of that was a negative, it was only freeing.
His big, thick cock would invade her pussy and make her feel things… things she didn’t even know she could handle, the state she was in. And she’d come for him—had come for him already. She would come and come and come as if she lived for only that purpose.
Christ, she’d babysat for him. How had his sweet crush on her, and her toying little appreciation of his innocence, turned into this? Was it how he’d touched her—the feel of his stiff prick on her skin? Was she just hard-wired to succumb to a man in lovemaking and Brad was simply the most potent specimen she’d ever encountered? Or was it that her tits and sex and tight little asshole were conspiring against her, rebelling against her good sense after how Brad had made them feel?
How could she fight off her own body—prefer to be a neurotic mess in a cramped, filthy apartment instead of the panting, grunting, sexual animal these sweeping waves of delight were turning her into?
God, it suddenly seemed all too appropriate she’d dressed up as Catwoman. She wanted to be an animal, his animal, and her mind couldn’t diminish that want, that need, one bit. There was no point in thinking about it further. Caroline let her mind go blank. Her body had made its decision. More importantly, Brad Tarr had made his choice.
She moaned soulfully, from deep in her body: “Brad, tell me… God… tell me you like me? Don’t… don’t seduce me… make me swoon anymore… just tell me you lo—like me?”
“I like you more than anything, Caroline. But I’m not going to tell you I love you. You wouldn’t believe me. But after I’ve shown you, then you’ll know for sure.” |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: E
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
He planted his knees between Caroline’s splayed legs and came upright, now kneeling over her. His fingers dug into her thighs and opened them wide. The loincloth of her dress still covered her pelvis, but absurdly, with her bare legs vee’d to either side of it.
With a smile on his face, Brad took the loincloth in hand and flipped it up onto Caroline’s upper body. Caroline moaned, her eyes rolling with lust. With her panties off, she was exposed, and that felt like a sex act in its own right.
Brad looked down at her sizzling pussy, admiring the way her labia gleamed with wetness: “But I’ll tell you right now, I like your pussy. I’m going to like fucking it. Having it belong to me. From now on, whenever I see you walking around, whether you’re in a sheath dress or a set of pajamas, I’ll know that this sweet cunt’s underneath. And I’ll know how it feels, Caroline Channing—wrapped around my cock, reducing you to nothing more than ecstasy.”
He ran his hand over her pussy, tweaking her clit, and Caroline’s hips writhed upward. She couldn’t wait to feel Brad ramming himself deep inside her, how hot she’d burn between his superheated cock and her superheated cunt. She moaned, looking down at the sizzling drops of precum bubbling from the tip of his dick.
Then, whorishly, Caroline pushed her hands into her cleavage and squeezed her nipples. Flashes of pained pleasure thrilled through her body, joining the lust boiling in her cunt. Looking down at his ferocious erection, she knew Brad was big enough to satisfy her, but she wondered if his obsession with her was enough to ensure he’d last until bringing her the explosive climax that she needed to be satisfied.
The neurosis of that worry at a time like this was soothing to Caroline, like a calm in the middle of her raging lusts. But it couldn’t last. Calm was something she was not meant to be while Brad was fucking her.
He thrust himself into her, his iron-hard prick going deep in her molten sex. Caroline’s doubts were extinguished. Feeling him inside her to the hilt, she howled like a banshee. It was almost too much, his burning cockhead so thick inside her; she didn’t know if she’d be able to last long enough for Brad to satisfy all his desire for her.
He held himself inside her as they both panted, trying to recover their breath, and Brad stared lovingly into Caroline’s eyes. She felt herself being swept along by his passion for her. It was almost enough to make her forget she was in the middle of being fucked. Not that she ever could forget the massive erection he’d fed into her. But she was in the middle of a cacophony of feelings, not used to how he was bombarding her with both sex and that… that look he was giving her.
Fresh tears swam to her eyes, but she smiled through them, showing Brad she wasn’t at all displeased. He wiped her eyes while rolling his hips, shifting his cock inside her, swamping her with fresh feeling that made Caroline gasp and tremble.
“It isn’t that you lost the money,” he purred.
“W-what?”
“You never cared about the money.” Brad kissed her, gently, spicily, toying with her face. It felt so hot that he could’ve been lighting a match on her flushed cheeks, her burning lips. “You liked it, but it wasn’t really important to you. What hurt was losing your father. You miss having someone around to be good for, to praise you, to tell you you’re a good girl.”
And for some reason, Caroline found herself nodding frantically, tears mobbing her eyes and pleasure filling her body, even as a tiny Max somewhere in her head couldn’t believe that she was so enthralled by a Wall Street Svengali (not that Max knew what a Svengali was—or what Wall Street was).
But if her own neurosis was a balm in the middle of all this intimacy and sexuality, so was Max’s borrowed cynicism. It gave her some measure of control. It kept her from admitting how good it felt to be out of control.
“You’re a good girl,” Brad said, actually licking her face from her jawline up to her eyelashes, taking off some of the tears that had trailed down her cheek. “You’re such a good girl. I’m going to reward you for being good. I’m going to make you feel like you deserve.”
Then he was fucking her, a burst of motion, barely coming out of her before he was pile-driving back in. As if that sudden jolt wasn’t enough of a shock, he rammed her faster and faster, his muscular hips bucking and rocking, his ass clenched as he plunged himself into her wet pussy. He was going at her cunt like a jackhammer and Caroline felt a little as if her battered body was about to split down the middle.
But this frantic fuck was just what she wanted, what she needed. She wrapped her long legs around his mercilessly rutting body, digging her heels into his back to spur him deeper inside her, trying to hold her womanhood at the proper angle to get as much of his pistoning cock as possible. And Brad rewarded her for having the audacity to go after what she needed.
“You’re a good girl, Caroline, a good girl,” he cooed as he pumped her, taking her so hard and fast. “Such a good girl to fuck.”
His soothing voice not at all like the viciousness with which he pummeled her body. Like he was punishing her for what a slut she was being, enjoying this so much—yet he was calling her a good girl… praising her for, yes, being so passionate, so responsive.
Brad wanted to please her, she realized. She was giving him what he wanted by enjoying herself. It made her feel so free and innocent to know that—shutting up all her neuroses and her dumb inner Max. She didn’t care if he was playing mind games; his mind games were about to make her—
“AIIEEE! I’M COMING! OHHH, IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! BRAAAD!”
“Say you’re a good girl!” Brad shouted in her ear. “Say it!”
With her orgasm at its peak, Caroline couldn’t resist him. Trying not to do what he said in the midst of all this pleasure was like a log trying not to burn in a fire. “I’m a good girl!”
“Good girls deserve to get fucked,” Brad told Caroline. All of her thin, supple body under his thrusts felt like a violin bow, stretched to the point of breaking by what he was making her feel. “Good girls deserve my cum.”
Seeing the look of joy in Caroline’s eyes—the hunger for his seed—Brad groaned and shot the first rope of his sizzling cum deep inside of Caroline. She felt his cock swell with the eruption, throb with each burst of blazing semen she was being fed… he pumped and pumped and pumped into her until his sticky ejaculate spilled out from Caroline, drenching the cape of her costume.
“I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl…” Caroline wished she wasn’t wearing such tight boots. With the blissful waves of her climax foaming over her, she wanted to stretch out her toes, fully luxuriate in the feel of Brad’s nude body covering hers, touching her bare skin, reaping all the luscious flesh she could present to him.
She wanted to be naked with him, rip away everything between them and keep him inside her, but she could hardly move, only gently swirl her hips back and forth around her impalement. Brad’s comforting weight sank on her as he unloaded the last drops of his hot jizz into her needy snatch. Caroline went cross-eyed, contenting herself with the feel of his issue inside her, sluicing out of her well-used pussy while she clung both to Brad’s body and the sex that had seared itself into her mind.
Brad’s rolling hips subsided down to a tender rocking motion, his pumping moving Caroline’s body for her, slowly and easily, wafting cool air against her overheated sex. As she lay there enjoying every joyous second of her fleeting consciousness, Caroline felt absurdly that Brad had fucked her so well she’d never need to have sex again.
“Good girls get bred,” she thought she heard him say before dozing off, and she happily noted that in her darkening mind.
Good girls get fucked, good girls get cum, good girls get bred…
Four more chapters available on my Patreon. Click here. |
Title: 2 Broke Girls Herding Cats
Chapter title: F
Story Description:
While trying to drum up business at a Halloween party, Max and Caroline run into a guy Caroline used to know when she was rich. He was a little kid back then. He isn't anymore.
More chapters on Patreon | Buy a commission at Ko-fi
Misc: TV & Movies
Story Content:
“Where the fuck is she?” Max growled under her breath, making a circuit of the party once again. Not that it was a party anymore. Most of the guests had split off, some going to a new burger joint, others going to buy weed from a new dealer who was supposed to be particularly cheap, many others going to watch Chronicles of Riddick at some guy’s home theater. That last one had actually tempted Max, but she was just feminist enough not to abandon Caroline with a bunch of strangers at a party. Not that she could say the same for Caroline.
The only people left at this point, close to midnight, were those that had passed out, drunken themselves into a stupor, or maybe succumbed to some wasting disease. Max thought she might be the only one actually conscious in the whole place. She was tempted to rip something off. That would probably get her in trouble with Caroline. Though she was caring less and less what Caroline thought, since the B had faded on her, leaving her to hawk cupcakes to a parade of customers who clearly just wanted to leer at her. Yeah, maybe the Black Cat costume was a bad choice. She should’ve dressed as something less sexy, like a nun. Scratch that, like a Muslim.
Bored as much as she was aggravated, Max decided she might as well take advantage of the party being dead and use the bathroom without a line. The place had two: one had been designated the girls’ room and the other the boys’ room. Max used the girls’ room, even though she worried that just meant some guy didn’t want to fast-forward through his webcam feed.
She relieved herself—not easy in a catsuit—adjusted her costume back to sterling perfection, then emerged back into the world, hands soaped and scrubbed, to see Brad helping himself to some punch.
At lightspeed, Max gave herself a once-over: propping up her breasts, straightening her hair, cocking her hips. She usually wasn’t that sentimental about guys she’d blown; the reason she wasn’t wearing a mask was because he’d covered it with cum, after all. And, anyway, she was pissed at him! He’d stolen Caroline, her Caroline.
Max made herself forget how she’d readied herself for Brad in order to stomp over to him, brimming with righteous indignation. “Hey, dickless, where’ve you been? And where’d you take Caroline?”
“Caroline? We went to talk shop. I thought she mentioned it to you; weren’t you listening?”
You had your dick in my mouth, not my ear, Max thought, but didn’t say—bringing up that she’d given him a suckjob wasn’t really much of a ‘gotcha’. “Yeah, I know she went off with you, guy, where is she now? It doesn’t take an hour to talk shop.”
Brad smiled at her as he sipped his drink. “Are you sure? Maybe you’re just not much of a businesswoman.”
Max’s eyebrows quirked. What was that weird emphasis he put on the word ‘businesswoman’? Was he calling her a whore? Max had some experience with being called a whore—usually by other women, though. Maybe that she was why she didn’t get the impression he was being negative, exactly, but…
Brad picked up another Solo cup and filled it from the punch bowl. Seeing it, Max remembered what she’d done with all the cum he’d volleyed into her mouth. Was he implying he’d taken an hour to fuck Caroline, after how Max had emptied him out?
Even Caroline couldn’t take that long to get talked into bed, or couch or whatever… no, bed, it would definitely take even longer to convince Caroline to get fucked against a wall or on a carpet. Not that she knew what it was like to have rug burns on her ass. Not that she had much of an ass—
Then again, Max well knew that there were ways to fuck that didn’t take a dick. She’d been living with Caroline long enough for quite a few to come to mind, even if she’d never let Caroline get an even more swollen head by actually… and she was so clingy. Maybe she and Brad had eaten up the hour by cuddling after it was done. Caroline seemed like the type that was a big cuddler. Hell, Max knew for a fact how much she liked to cuddle, after all the times they’d had one or both beds out of commission, only one couch or only one bathtub or only one Max, that one time, with Caroline having to point out how soft and comfortable Max was to lie on.
Nothing had happened.
“I’m sensing some tension,” Brad said, jolting Max out of her thoughts of how much nothing had happened by handing her the fresh cup of punch. Yeah, dude, thanks, I was standing right next to it myself… fucking gentleman thoughtfulness motherfucker… “Which is weird, considering we got off to such a good start. But I understand you’re stressed. Let’s try to push past it, though, yeah? After all, we’re going to be working together.”
“I’m not sure Caroline letting you use her oven counts as working together.”
Brad sipped his drink again, enjoying it, looking expectantly at how Max’s cup lolled in her hand. Yeah, I bet you’re thirsty, nothing to drink for an hour but Caroline’s… “Actually, Caroline and I discussed my buying shares in your company. In exchange for a sizable cut of the profits, I’ll be investing heavily in your profits.” He looked around. “Caroline wanted to discuss it with you first, naturally, but I guess she’s run off somewhere. Well, you might as well hear it from her as me.”
“You’re going to buy us out?” Max asked, not sure whether to feel relieved or intimidated. She was dubious about how much Caroline-time Brad had already gotten… not to mention it didn’t speak well of him that he’d gotten a blowjob from her, given the kind of guys she usually sucked off… but on the other hand: money.
“If you agree to it,” Brad reminded her. “No one’s signed anything yet.”
Max crossed her arms, trying to put herself at a cool remove—which was spoiled by her spilling a little of the punch in her hand onto her elbow. “And just what did Caroline talk you into?”
He told her. Max took a big drink of punch. She was going to be on a billboard. She was going to be a video in Times fucking Square. And I thought I got a lot of comments on my boobs being big now…
And “Holy shit, you really were talking shop with her,” she realized.
Brad smiled at her insinuatingly—“Max, were you jealous?”
Max kinda wanted to punch him, but she wanted to punch people a lot. Maybe she’d been a redhead in a past life. “Don’t flatter yourself, cowboy, I just thought you and Caroline were… and I was worried about her… and I thought maybe she’d ditched me at this party we went to together…”
She mumbled the last as she moved to take another drink from her Solo cup, but it was empty. She thrust it out at Brad.
“Get me a refill, pretty boy.”
Good-humoredly, Brad took the cup from her and filled it from the punch bowl. “I started off as ‘dickless’. Now I’m a pretty boy and a cowboy. We’re working well together already.”
Max took the cup back from him abashedly. “Yeah, but you know I didn’t mean that.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I know you have a dick.”
Brad took a drink as a ‘no comment’. “You have your phone on you? Why don’t you text Max? She’s probably surfaced by now.”
“My phone died. Why do you think I’ve been so pissy?”
“Here, I’ll show you where the charger is.”
He led her through the clearing toke smoke to a couch that wasn’t seeing any unconsciousness. He sat down, plucked a charging cable from between the couch and the wall, and Max sat down with him to plug in her phone. She sipped her drink while it hummed its way back to life, displaying that irritating lightning bolt that said just because it was plugged it, didn’t mean it had enough juice to do anything.
Then again, Max felt the same way sometimes.
“I can understand your frustration,” Brad said out of the blue.
“Your charging cable was gnawed on by a rat, so even when you plug it in, it’s a crapshoot whether or not it’ll be charged the next morning?”
“No, but—“
“And also your phone is seven years old and it runs out of juice in, like, the time it takes to watch a Marvel movie?”
“That, and—“
“Only all Marvel movies are three hours long now, even though they’re about fucking superheroes, and your phone only lasts an hour and forty-five minutes, tops?”
Brad remained silent.
“I think it’s dumb that we don’t have a better way to say ‘forty-five minutes,’” Max continued. “We have ‘half an hour’—what’s half an hour? Tiny Toons? You watch The X-Files, it’s forty-five minutes. Unless you’re some poor schlub watching TV live, and even I’m not that poor.”
“Maybe that’s what an X-File is,” Brad suggested. “Forty-five minutes.”
“It’s as good an explanation as any,” Max said, exasperated by it all. “Okay, I was a little rude there. Talking over you. It’s how I show affection.”
“You show affection?” Brad quipped.
“Oh, no, that was you,” Max said with highly mimed realization. “You showed affection all the way down to my tonsils.”
“And then you thought I was with Caroline. It upset you.”
“Pfft,” Max said eloquently. “I don’t get pissed at my girl for getting some. You’ve got a good dick. If Caroline went to town on it, good for her. She deserves it.”
“She does,” Brad agreed. “But it’s not like you’re undeserving.”
“Look at what I’m wearing. I know I’m not undeserving.” But Max took a long pull at her drink and wished it was something stronger. Who brought actual punch to a party? They were adults. Where were the Tom Collins and shit?
“Still, Caroline is so pretty, so sophisticated. I imagine she gets a lot of attention.”
“You’re the one who just spent an hour with her,” Max pointed out.
“Well, I can’t be in two places at once. But I’d hate for you to feel unattended. That wouldn’t be a very well-hosted party.”
“This isn’t your party.”
“I’m a friend of the host’s. Practicing good etiquette.”
Max wasn’t so shell-shocked by all that was happening—a corporate buy-out and Caroline possibly having a new boytoy—not to know when she was being bamboozified. “If you’re angling for another blowie, you should know I’m trying to cut back.”
“I’m just saying that it must be hard to be in Caroline’s shadow.”
Max laughed. “Okay, maybe it’s just that you haven’t seen her in a while without the cape, but she’s not the shadow type. Trust me, I attract pretty—plenty of attention.”
“But there’s attention and then there’s attention.”
“Man, you are laying some line on me!” Max purred. “What, you think that just because some… teenage Wall Street bro has a thing for Caroline, that it doesn’t matter that I have all kinds of losers and perverts out to fondle my enormous breasts? People whistle at me on the streets, you know! Little kids, they fantasize about me! Yeah, that’s a little weird, but it strokes my ego! That’s a little weird too! But it gets me through the day. And, and anyway, Caroline is really pretty and I love her and I don’t care if every single important, interesting person in my life gravitates to her instead of me because she’s oh hey no one’s drinking this drink in my hand.”
Max might’ve chugged a little.
It might also have been that the punch wasn’t as nonalcoholic as she’d assumed. Or maybe a handsome guy disappearing off with her best friend for an hour, after she’d blown him, was giving her a complex.
He hadn’t even played with her tits before blowing her off to focus on Caroline.
“You’re holding a lot of tension,” Brad advised her.
“There’s no tension between me and Caroline, we just live together!” Max insisted.
“In your shoulders. May I?”
“May you what?” Max asked, not sure what was going on. She was used to men trying to get her to relax, but they usually thought that would happen when they were inserted into one of her orifices.
“Just… here.” Taking her by the shoulders, Brad twisted her around—slid behind her on the couch and sat her on his knee. Max was about to be very concerned about the size of her ass and how big she knew his cock to be, but then his hands settled on her shoulders, tensing, clenching, pressuring into muscle that was hard and taut. Max felt a crackle of soreness, a pain she’d been ignoring, and then it eased with a soft sense of relief.
More careful ministrations kept the feeling going, licking away at her aching muscles like a kid with a Popsicle.
“You’re… actually giving me a massage,” Max mooned. She’d gotten a lot of offers, taken them up on it several times, but it never actually ended in one. Her bare back seemed to hold no appeal to guys or girls when her breasts were on the other side.
“Not a very good one,” Brad said apologetically. “Here. I want you down here.”
He set a throw pillow from the couch down on the floor before where he was seated and gave Max enough of a gentle nudge for her to sit down on it. Then, with him on the couch and her on the floor, he dug into the tensed muscles of her back, now working twitches and groans out of Max’s body with every moment he spent… tenderizing her.
“That still sucks,” Max said playfully, her mind relaxing as much as her body.
“I’ve seen your kind of ‘sucking’. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Max chuckled. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad—even if she liked him—and even if Caroline liked him. Anyway, she was at least self-aware enough to know she was getting off on the validation of him paying attention to her instead of the blonde. That made it okay that she was, y’know, getting off on it… right?
His hands came up off her back, rubbing at her temples instead. Max’s lips parted and she let out a quiet moan. Technically, she could do this herself—but it felt plenty good to let Brad do it for her.
“You and Caroline actually have a lot in common.”
Max groaned inwardly. “Do we have to talk about her…?”
“Why not? It seems to be your favorite subject. You two are something of a matched set.”
Max snorted. She couldn’t believe this wasn’t making her tension spring back up, but instead she just kept relaxing and relaxing, lulling into a pleased hum before she just had to get in the last word. “She’s an idiot.”
“You said you loved her.”
“Did I?” Yeah, she had. “Well, I can love an idiot, I have rights.”
“You have good taste in idiots.”
“Yeah, man, lucky for you. Fuck, that feels good. Did you give Caroline one of these?”
“No.”
That felt good too.
“Okay,” Max trilled, just because it was beginning to feel awkward just sitting in silence, him kneading the tension out of her muscles, her… moaning. “What the fuck do Caroline and I have in common?”
“Daddy issues,” Brad answered readily, moving his hands down beside her neck, his thumbs circling the back of her neck—dialing into the top of her spine.
Max felt, somehow, the big absence of a headache, the utter lack of one, a minus headache, an anti-headache. “Look, just because she called you ‘daddy,’ doesn’t mean she has issues. And me, I didn’t even have a father, so obviously I can’t have daddy issues.”
“Ran out on you?” Brad asked.
“According to my mom, he was going out for cigarettes, but he wasn’t a smoker. Guess it’s taking him a long time to figure it out. You’re pretty not shit at giving a back massage, mister. But don’t get cocky. I have a lot more front for you to massage.”
“Then I guess I’d better get on that,” Brad joked. Or at least, she thought he was joking.
He wasn’t. Slowly, very tantalizingly, he reached in front of her and took hold of the zipper on her catsuit. Max could’ve stopped him, she was looking right at what he was doing, but she didn’t make a move. Not even a sound, as he unfastened it down her ample chest. The full round globes of her breasts spilled out, revealing how stiff her nipples were. They were big, red, utterly worthy of the sumptuous tits they jutted out from.
But before Max could even process her nakedness, Brad was giving her more. “You haven’t had a father to rebel against, punish you, make you a good girl,” he told her, his hands roaming soothingly, caressingly over Max’s chest. “You’ve just had Caroline.”
“I like Caroline,” Max sighed, feeling Brad’s hands knowingly massage her breasts. They smoothed along her satin skin and went underneath her cleavage to cup the nakedness of her firm, yet softly pliant teats. Max gasped as she felt his firm grip spread more soothing coolness through her overheated body—she didn’t know what she was feeling—warmth or comforting balm.
“I know. That’s why you love her so much.” Then Brad’s hands were under Max’s armpits, picking her up and pulling her into his lap. She felt the huge bulge of his prick between her buttocks and his arms wrapped around her, hands soft and gentle and knowing, rubbing warmth into breasts that were already burning hot.
His fingers teasingly traced the contours of her breasts’ silken white heft, always making their way to the nipples. One by one, he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, his touch firm but not yet painful.
“I love Caroline,” Max repeated, liking the sound of it, or not the sound, not liking it—it was so hard to think when she was turned on like this, relaxed like this, both at once and not sure which was which, what was up and what was down—but she did love Caroline. She’d said it, hadn’t she? It sounded true to her; it seemed to echo even.
“But now you have me,” Brad said, his voice drawing her unspooling mind like a magnet, pulling her from the thought of Caroline and into the insistent pleasure his hands were offering her tender breasts. “I’m going to make you a good girl.”
“Good girl,” Max moaned to herself, feeling hypnotized by his voice… or perhaps it was the sweltering warmth that pervaded her body, emanating from her wet cunt and spreading out to her breasts, her nipples, her whole body tingling with anticipation and swollen with passion. And he hadn’t even touched her there. The lust, the wetness, sang in her pussy like a prelude to what Brad was describing… she liked the thought of being a good girl.
“Or at least,” Brad reasoned, “a good enough girl. A good whore.”
His hands squeezed into her plentiful breasts again, her nerves seeming to reach out yearningly for what he was doing to her. Her mind couldn’t resist the sensual signals that he was making her body produce. He had turned her flesh against her, against any self-restraint or discipline she had. No, Max didn’t feel like a good girl. She felt like the other thing. She liked being the other thing.
“Whore…”
Brad kissed the back of her neck, then the side of her neck, then there were several kisses, then his tongue rolling down her clavicle like a drop of molten lead had fallen on her flesh. Max went cross-eyed as Brad let go of her heaving breasts, leaving them throbbing with arousal, and took her white wig off, letting out her long, dark, natural hair. He playfully ran his hands through it, petting her scalp like a continuation of the massage this had all started as.
It felt good. Caroline would’ve loved it. But Brad was right. She wasn’t a good girl.
Max took Brad’s hands by the wrists and guided them back down to her agonizingly swollen breasts, cooing in relief as he began to squeeze them again, play with them again. Her mind felt freed, released by this idea of her being a whore—so much easier to think about than all those confusing thoughts of Caroline—Max’s thoughts raced along paths that felt like they were not just paved, but iced over, sliding her down inescapably to the filthiness she usually had to be drunk to access.
She turned her head, baring her throat as he laid more biting kisses on it, hickeys marking her like his personal property. “Am I a good whore?”
He didn’t answer her—whores didn’t deserve answers—but one hand came off her breasts and ran caressingly down her lovely face. Max kissed his fingers. She wanted to kiss him, kiss like a good girl, but her mouth wasn’t for that. Her mouth was a cocksleeve and she’d been lucky to get his cum too, to be a cum dumpster.
Max squeezed her thighs together, the leather rubbing deliciously through her panties and into her sensitive pussy. She loved being a cocksleeve and she loved being a cum dumpster. She loved being a whore.
“You’re up,” he said suddenly, and Max simpered happily, wiggling her fat ass into his groin.
“No, you’re—“ And then she realized he wasn’t talking to her.
Caroline stood in the doorway, watching as her new boyfriend massaged Max’s tits and sucked at her throat.
The next four chapters are already posted at my Patreon. |
Title: 2 Cute 4 U
Chapter title: Part-1
Story Description:
Collab with Azima!
Link to artist: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/AmaZima/profile
Link to picture: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/AmaZima/788940/2-Cute-4-U-story-is-now-RELEASED
Original: Huge Breasts
Story Content:
“Aurora! My office, now!”
The perky redheaded intern almost giggled and jumped for joy hearing that come through her intercom. Most people in her company would feel a hint of dread or panic shoot through their bodies the moment the boss lady rang their phone, let alone demanded to see them. But Aurora was not most people, especially not at this company.
She started at the company six weeks ago after a little stint in college on her father’s dime. While she wasn’t thrilled about the work, upon being interviewed by the head of the company, she knew she had to come here, if only because she needed to see more of her than she had in that thirty-minute interview.
She had even bought a pair of fake titties two weeks ago to impress her boss, enhancing her B cups all the way to Es. Her long red hair was let down around her shoulders and down her back, and she did everything to make her look as fuckable as possible: huge six-inch high-heels, a high-riding pencil skirt, a crop-top length blouse, a tight blazer, and some loop earrings.
Walking to the boss-lady’s room, men and women turned to catch a glimpse of Aurora, cat-calls and whistles being performed in her wake, the sounds of lust and need from people who she would never fuck her fuel. She loved being the centre of attention, especially when she held it over other people’s heads.
Her boss’ office was at the end of the corridor, the corner office intimidating in its own right, but it was nothing compared to the woman on the other side. Aurora didn’t knock, slamming the door open and then closed, approaching the desk of her superior, her pussy already quivering with delight.
Her boss, Emily, was a fifty-year-old MILF that still looked thirty thanks to some plastic surgery, moisturizer, and some secrets she had learned during her business trips. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun behind her, her blouse similarly slutty as Aurora’s, but it was stretched even further thanks to her tits being much larger, and all natural. Her pierced nipples were visible through both her blouse and blazer, and the monstrous K-cup tits were her pride, and were almost impossible to ignore. She had a fat bottom, a pudgy midriff which drove men wild, and long legs which were always on display under either skirts or in leggings.
“Aurora, sit down, now.” Emily demanded, trying not to smile as she bit on the end of a pen.
The redhead obeyed her, sitting across her huge oak wood desk, her legs crossed and her body leaning forward to display her bolt-on titties and the cleavage they made. “Am I in trouble, miss?”
“Trouble? No, no … far from it. I got off the phone with marketing, after that little stunt you pulled on email.”
“Oh … which little stunt?” Aurora said with a giggle. “The one where I told you that I’d love to see you pinned up on the side of the building?”
“Yes … that one …” Their hands met on the table, Emily rubbing the top of the intern’s hands, her breath deep and the spike of lust overtaking her. “You see … originally I was angry when I found you forwarded it to every person in our department … I was so furious, and if my husband found out that you sent such a thing to me … a married woman …”
“Mhmm …”
Their hands pulled away as a male intern came in, carrying a folder to Emily’s desk and laying it beside her, allowing her to read it over and sign several times. The male intern watched the tits of both women, the girls giggling at the power they had over this fool.
“Anyways, I was originally furious. However, marketing thought it was a genius idea.” She finished signing the forms, commanding the male intern to leave. “You see, we’ve wanted to not only display the workforce we have to offer at this company, but also make a quick buck doing it, seeing as … money and all.”
“Of course.” Aurora said, looking her boss over again and again.
“And marketing suggested … a nude calendar. The most powerful women in the company, posing nude on a calendar for exorbitant prices. Imagine that …” Emily undid one of the buttons on her blouse, the edges of her pepperoni areolas coming into view. “… an entire catalogue of women like me … posing nude, with nothing to hide our bodies. On view for all to see, to marvel at. Were this some porn shoot, my husband would lose his mind … but … seeing as its for the benefit of the company …”
“Uh huh …” Aurora was frothing at the mouth, wanting to leap across the desk and bury her face in those huge pillow tits.
“We do require a photographer. And I remember you saying that you took photography classes in college, correct?”
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Good. We’ll contact you regarding the date and time … oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I’ll be your first … model.”
Another button came undone, and the edge of a bar piercing came into view. Aurora’s heart was in her throat, her pussy soaking through her skirt, seeing as she never wore panties when working here. She could barely breathe, feeling as if an elephant sat on her chest.
“Y-yes … n-no! I d-don’t mind …”
“Good girl.”
The door opened again, this time another office working coming in to complain about a paycheck or something else. Emily quickly did up her button with a swish of her fingers, Aurora pale as a ghost as the man approached and showed Emily something. She smiled, her face pointed towards the man and his paycheck, but her eyes constantly looking at Aurora, absorbing the image of her body, the curves and different shapes, imprinting it in her brain.
She shoved the boy away, the door closing again as the button came undone once more, a nipple peeking out as Aurora moaned out loud.
“Is something the matter … miss?” Emily asked.
“N-no! No, nothing the matter, nope!”
“Good … now, I expect having those TPS reports on my desk by four today. If you do … I might have to thank you in my very special way, so to speak. Oh, and …” She slid a piece of paper across the desk, which Aurora instantly grasped and stuffed in her pocket. “… my address. After all, we’ll be taking these photos at my house. I hope you can make it. That will be all, Aurora.”
The redhead stood, walking backwards and nearly slipping on her heels twice, trying to memorize the image of her boss’ tit as she slammed her back into the door. She opened it and pushed herself through, closing it and breathing finally, gasping as if she hadn’t touched oxygen in hours.
James, a friend of hers – the same friend that had gotten her the interview for this job, and she had dated for a time – saw her and winked. “Hey Rory, you okay? You look pale as a ghost. I hope Emily didn’t fire you.”
“No!” She blurted out, too loud and too fast. “No, no fire. Not fired. Nope, all is good.”
“Okay … you get reamed out?”
“Yes! Yeah, I … working like shit, gotta catch up. Gotta go to work!”
Aurora ran to her cubicle, James completely unaware of either what happened in that office, or the scent of pussy juices running down her leg. After all, how would he know what they smelled like if he had never gotten her properly wet? |
Title: 2 Hot Blondes and 1 Hot Redhead The Assistant (ThePit)
Chapter title: 2-Hot-Blondes-and-1-Hot-Redhead-The-Assistant
Story Description:
Bianca Blackwood had asked if Marcella would assist her for a music lesson and she finally comes to collect though things seem to go different than the blond bomshell had planned. Meanwhile the cheerleaders tell Kitty about their feelings for the nurse and later that evening so does the Coxville Book Club with Jenny.
Characters:
Marcella Dixon © Maxbass
Coxville © ThePit
Misc : ComicsNLRS
Story Content:
“Ah fuck yes that’s my slut mmm fuck always on time to get my dick in her ass” Willie Long moans and growls like a beast in heat while his eighteen inch black dick is buried in Marcella’s rear. “Oooh god yes aaah! It feels so good aaah more please more” Marcella moans while her nails scratch the principal’s desk even more as her belly bulges from that amazing long dick buried inside her. “Mmm aah don’t need to tell me twice aaah already dumped three loads inside you aaah! Should have claimed you from day one aaah! Oooh mmm now you’re a black cock addicted fuck toy for every black dick in town aaah! Fuck rumor has it that you have three black boyfriends! So proud of the slut whom I gave her first taste of a real dick” the older black man grunts and growls while his hips move faster than one might expect from a man his age.
“Oooh fuck take my seed again oooh aaah going to put a black baby inside you one day mmm now take my cum, you white whore!” Willie Long grunts and hilts his long black pole straight in the nurse’s ass pumping huge loads of his seed deep inside his nurse. He holds her in position until he completely releases his fourth load inside her and then slumps down with a satisfied expression. “Mmm you really take it out of me, haven’t cum this hard every time since my first encounters with your girlfriends” the principal grins and then lets out a groan when Marcella starts to clean his pole “such a good girl” he coos happily.
“Aaaah god yes can’t wait for Ivana to get back so I can bang both you bitches” ZJ moans leaning in as Marcella lies there on her desk while his dick pound her cunt like a man possessed. “Oooh god yes ZJ aaah please fuck us both aaah fuck me aaah please! You’re really giving it to me aaah!” the nurse moans with that huge dick buried in her pussy while the black student goes to town on her cunt. The desk shakes like crazy from the hard pounding of her cunt while the boy looks at her with wild lust.
“Aaaah had a lot of sluts on my cock but none who loves black meat as much as you Miss Dixon! That mmm divorce must have really set you free! Aaah fuck I’m going to come over and fuck you as much as I can aaah give me your number slut! Aaah I’m not taken no for an answer aaah going to fuck this white cunt a lot aaah mm!” ZJ moans and growls like crazy while the nurse is losing her mind to all that hard pounding of ZJ’s huge dick does to her cunt. “Mm aaah fuck black cocks aaah they are so big and long aah so much better than those pencil dicks!” Marcella moans loud and happy “aaah mmm yes I’ll give you my number aaah I want more of this dick of yours ZJ!” This sends the boy over the edge releases a huge load of cum deep into the slutty nurse.
“Damn would have fucked you more if I didn’t have class that I really need to get to mmm such a good slut, lick it all clean” the black student coos happily watching the redhead lick his thick black cock clean of all her juices and his cum. “You look damn fine with a black dick on and in you, sexy bitch! I have seen you handle several so maybe I should invite some of my friends next time?” he grins before he shoots his final load on the redhead’s face before quickly exiting.
“You look like you got run over by a truck, my love” Kitty giggles a little while her girlfriend rests on her large breasts who smiles “yeah it feels like that ever since word got out that I am in the middle of a divorce every black cock has been locked on me, not complaining it is just kind of draining but being with one of the girls I love does give me back some of that energy” This makes the blond girl giggle and blush a little who leans in to gently kiss the redhead on the lips who happily kisses back.
“Mmm that was good, no wonder I love you so much” Marcella coos and Kitty giggles at this before she lays her girlfriend’s head on the pillow. She snuggles against the redhead and the two of them kiss passionately before she whispers “I love you to, more than anyone I have been in a relation with even Samson though his cock is amazing” the blonde cheerleader says and grins at that last statement. “Can’t deny that, darling” Marcella giggles and the two of them spend the time they have together kissing and cuddling.
“I really needed that, I really love those two” Marcella thinks when two black male students walk in with grins on their faces. “We heard your divorcing and can’t resist black cocks so get on your knees and suck ours” one of them says and pull their black cocks out with confident grins on their lips. Marcella drools and gets between the boys, she grabs both their cocks and starts to suck one of them while she jerks the other off and then changes between those black dicks. “Mmm fuck this slut really knows how to suck black cocks! Aaah just look at her taking it in all the way” one of them says while the others moans pleased and takes pictures. “Mmm oh yes, we’re going to smash this slut good and share these pics with all our friends” he says moaning before he grabs her head and fucks her mouth hard and deep.
“That was good, you’re such a black cock hungry slut” one of them says while the others tell her to give them her phone number which she gladly gives before they leave her stuffed with all their seed in all her holes.
“Oh hello Bianca, haven’t seen you since Friday” Marcella grins and Bianca smiles warmly as she hugs the nurse happily before their lips meet. They kiss deeply for a few minutes before they look into one another’s eyes with a big smile on their lips. “Fuck, I think I could leave my husband for you” Bianca whispers lovingly with a slight blush on her face “not even he can satisfy me like you do” Marcella smiles warmly with her hand gently touching the chin of the blond woman “I’m so happy to hear you say that, my love” and tenderly kisses those lips when suddenly they hear a familiar voice clearing her throat.
“Sorry to disturb this but me and my girlfriend would like to spend some time together as well” Jenny says in an almost jealous tone as she watches the two of them separate. “Ahum yes sorry but I would like you to join me in class this Friday afternoon for some music lessons for one of my classes, do you think you can make that?” Bianca asks and Marcella nods and the woman replies with a thank you before she leans in on her. “I love you” Bianca whispers before she runs off with an obvious happiness in her step.
Jenny quickly takes the spot where Bianca was in and snuggles into her girlfriend’s arms. “I’m sorry if I acted a little possessive but I just want to spend some time with you though it seems all the women have taken quite a liking to you especially after that pussy party we had but me an Kitty will marry you, it is not like you could marry all of them…can you?” Marcella smiles and holds Jenny close in her arms “not legally…I think” the nurse says teasingly which gets her a poke from her blond girlfriend. “Well if it was possible I would still insist on me and Kitty being your first wives, got that?” Jenny grins widely before planting her lips on Marcella lips.
After a few minutes of kissing and some cheering on from the students they break the kiss when Marcella replies “if it comes to that then it’s a deal besides it feels like coach Black has lost interest in me but got plenty of attention from others” Jenny sighs and nods “it was the same for me in both aspects but at least we have each other besides I think Shondra has an eye on owning your cunt as well as a few others though I’m not short on attention either” Marcella grins and rubs those soft big lips with a smile “that doesn’t surprise me at all, you are one beautiful and sexy woman and count myself lucky to call you my girlfriend” and leans in and whispers “I love you Jenny Cox” calling her by her maiden name.
“I love you to, more than I have loved anyone else” Jenny whispers back before they both start kissing deeply and passionately until the school bell rings again and each has to go to their offices to do their job.
“You do realize that you will lose both of them don’t you?” Willie Long tells Coach Black who shrugs. “I know and I have seen others wanting to claim her one of which is my own girlfriend Shondra but still have that promise to keep to the team” the muscular coach tells the principal who shrugs this time. “Well there are plenty of takers and a lot of them not just men you know, it seems that every woman she has come into contact with have started referring to her as their girlfriend and that includes my granddaughter” Willie says with a grin and leans back watching the coach’s response.
“Ugh don’t I know it, it is not just Jenny and Kitty but even my own girlfriend whom I had sent to get info from the slut has set her sights on Marcella” coach Black says in an annoyed tone which makes his boss chuckle. “I heard today that one of the teachers would leave her husband if she could marry Marcella which got Jenny a little jealous though they had come to an understanding of sorts though same sex marriage is possible, to make it a lesbian harem wedding would take some arranging” principal Long says while his mind starts to drift off while rubbing his chin which was the sign for the coach to leave his office.
“I wonder what the old badger is planning?” the coach thinks a feeling of dread creeping over him when he makes his way to the fields where he sees Samson and Lorenzo talk to the other black members of the football team. He was certain they were all bragging about the white bitches they fucked but when they notice him arriving, all go quiet which raises his suspicions. “The principal did say she had three boyfriends, could these two have gone behind my back?” he thinks but quickly get back to business.
Later that evening Marcella comes out of the shower when her phone rings and sees Susan’s name in it. “Hello love, how are you doing?” Marcella asks while she sits down and hears the girl sounding a little nervous. “I’m a-alright Miss Dixon, I hope you’re alright” the brunette stammers on the other side which gets a warm laughter from the nurse. “I’m doing fine, I just got out of the shower and call me Marcella” the redhead says “with what we have been doing you don’t need to call me Miss or anything similar to that” which gets a giggle from Susan who seems to sound more relaxed now.
“If you don’t have any plans for this Saturday, would you like to go out with me on a date?” the girl asks the school nurse who hears a sigh of relief coming from the brunette. “I don’t have any plans so I would love to go out on a date with you” Marcella says who chuckles when she hears Susan shouting “YES” who then realizes she had not muffled the microphone of her telephone. “S-sorry about that but was nervous asking you out but I will sent you all the information, the time and where to pick me up as soon as I can” the cheerleader says and they do a little small talk before they hang up.
“What was that all about my dear?” Helen Dupree asks her daughter after hearing that shout though she notices her daughter looking really happy. “Were you talking to your boyfriend and have a date with him?” the mother asks curiously since she did have her daughter’s boyfriend fuck her which she knows her daughter had seen. “You know that LD is not the dating kind, all he wants is to fuck me” Susan tells her mother who looks away a little embarrassed since she knows what her daughter was referring to. “I do have a date though but with the nurse at my school whom I’ve grown rather fond off” she tells her mother who blushes to hear those words.
“Sounds like my Susan is in love and quite different than with your boyfriend” Helen says with a warm smile and her daughter grins. “It is, it feels like I’m only with him for his dick since we rarely kiss at all which is weird, right?” Susan asks and her mother nods “and with her we already kissed a few times though I know she is popular with the other cheerleaders and several other woman as well but it feels so special being alone with her but I finally had the courage to ask her out” Helen smiles and nods
“I’m happy for you and that must be this Marcella I heard a lot about from several of the other mothers, she seems really nice and loving so I’m happy for you and maybe I could meet her as well?” she winks and grins a little. “Hehehe I’m not sure if dad would like that, every woman that has been with her has fallen in love her as well. She is just that type of person that makes you feel loved when you’re with her unlike with LD who makes you feel sexually satisfied but emotionally not so much” Susan giggles and Helen sits next to her daughter and they talk a little more about this Marcella Dixon.
Marcella smiles as she lies on her back when Kitty walks in with a curious look. “Oh got a call from Susan who has asked me out on a date” the redhead tells her who grins at her. “Never thought she would have the courage for that since LD practically had to force her to take his dick and when will you go out on a date together?” Kitty asks before she gets on the bed and snuggles against the redhead. “Well we have been on dates but those usually end up with a black dick inside us but why not this Sunday afternoon?” the redhead suggests which has the girl thinking for a second. “Nothing planned for then so it is a date” Kitty smiles and looks at her girlfriend deep into the heterochromatic eyes.
“What is this about a date?” Jenny walks in curiously when she sees her daughter and girlfriend cuddling and gets on the other side of her girlfriend. “Well Susan asked Marcella out on a date this Saturday and Sunday afternoon her and me will go out” Kitty tells her mother proudly who starts to pout cutely. “When are we going on a date again then? I want to go out as well” Jenny asks in a cute yet childish tone. “You know my schedule is usually open but I know you have plans for this weekend so how about we go out next week on Friday?” Marcella suggests and Jenny is really quickly to agree on this “it’s a date then” the nurse says with a smile before kissing both her girlfriends and all three of them get naked for an evening full of passion and love.
“Mmm fuck yes aaah you take your boyfriend’s dick so good! I just love fucking you! I want to own this cunt of yours” LD moans and grunts ramming his huge dick inside his girlfriend Marcella’s cunt. “Aaah fuck I love the way you fuck me aaah more please fuck me more aaah I want it so bad!” Marcella moans while the bed in her office shakes from all that violent thrusting. “Fuck aaah I’m not holding back my bitch aaah fuck! Only going to share the ownership of your cunt with your other boyfriends! Aaaaah the others mmm are just free to use you!” the football player moans and grunts “you are a black cock addicted slut after all aaah need to please all those black dicks”
“Yes I love black cocks aaah fuck I love your dick aaah fuck mmmore aaah fuck” Marcella moans aloud while she looks at the black stud ramming his huge dick inside her cunt repeatedly. His hand goes to Marcella’s throat and squeezes gently when he looks into her eyes “tell me! Who is one of the owners of this cunt?! Say it bitch!” he growls and orders while her roughly fucks her cunt. “You are aaah LD you are one of the owners of my cunt aah please fuck your bitch aaah spill your seed inside my womb!” the redhead moans and begs which gets pleased tones from the boy.
“Good slut aaah time to spill my seed in the cunt I own! Aaah take it all slut!” Lorenzo moans and hilts his black dick deep into the woman’s cunt before he starts filling her womb. “All mine!” he growls possessively while his big black dick keeps pumping his seed. Once filled he pulls out and shoots the rest over Marcella’s tits and face with a grin on his “all mine” he leans in and then starts to kiss Marcella on the lips before he starts fucking her cunt once more. The redhead starts kissing back as roughly as he does and there is something weird going on with his heart which starts beating faster like it has never done before.
“Mmm maybe I don’t want to share you at all with them, I’m fine with the other sluts though” LD says he grins while he rubs Marcella’s belly where her shot a lot of his seed inside her with a smile before he gets up and starts getting dressed “Samson and Hercules would be the others in case you were wondering” he says before he gets out of the door leaving her a little confused behind before she takes a shower to get dressed.
Over the next two days Marcella gets banged at the gym by Dwayne and the men there and Samson fucks her cunt as well. In the evening Marcella gets a call from Katherine to come over and they make love until Hercules comes by fucking their brains out. On Thursday Shondra comes by to have some fun with the nurse as well as Patty who both tell her how they feel about her which makes her so happy that she came to Coxville.
“God I love being here so much, wish I came here before but then I wouldn’t have met you amongst the others” Marcella whispers in Patty’s ear who giggles as she faces the nurse rubbing her cheek gently. “I’m also glad you came here, I don’t think I could have fallen in love like I have just with my boyfriend who is only interested in my body” Patty whispers warmly as she gives Marcella’s lips a tender kiss. Marcella smiles and caresses the woman’s cheek “well you do have a great body, can’t deny that but you are a beautiful and smart woman, one should be able to fall in love with you easily” she tells Patty who blushes a little at this. “This is why so many of us are falling for you which includes me” the redheaded cheerleader smiles warmly before the two of them kiss passionately and hold one another close until they have to part.
That evening Marcella is doing her workout at the Black Iron Gym with her personal trainer Dwayne “mmm that’s it slut aaah! You’re stamina nnnfff has gone up so much aaah since we started training! Fuck just look at all the loads you’ve taken aaah and still can go! Aaaah and here’s another one, whore!” he growls shooting his fifth load inside the nurse’s cunt while two others do the same to her asshole and mouth after which three others take their place while Marcella is coated in their cum inside and out.
It is Friday morning and Susan has come by for her weekly check up though they refrain from sex but they do cuddle and kiss afterwards with flushed cheeks. “I’m so looking forward to our date tomorrow, I’ve been wanting to ask you for so long but had not dared until this week and I’m glad you said yes” Susan says with a happy sigh while she looks Marcella in the eyes “though it did make my mom curious” she giggles before she tenderly kisses the nurse’s lips. “Oh my, she wants to meet me before our date?” Marcella says in a joking way which makes the girl giggle. “Maybe or after it” she sticks her tongue out cutely which gets her another passionate kiss which they stay in for a few minutes until Susan has to go to class.
“Are you ready Marcella?” Bianca asks when she gets into her nurse’s office and smiles when she sees the nurse sitting there writing something when she looks at her it made her heart miss a beat after she confessed her feelings towards the woman earlier this week but was not able to get a reply if Marcella feels the same about her. The nurse looks at the teacher and smiles warmly at her while she grabs her guitar case “always for you, Bianca” she replies and offers her hand “you know where to go to so I’m at your mercy, love” The blond woman smiles warmly at that and grabs the hand as the two of them walk towards her classroom.
“Here is my class, my students have been waiting for this music lesson quite a bit though things might turn out differently” Bianca tells a little nervously and Marcella squeezes her hand gently. “Probably something I might be used to by now” the redhead grins and winks before the two of them go inside which gets silent the moment they do which makes Bianca even a little more nervous but then calms down a little when she looks at the woman whom she has grown to love.
“Class, this is Marcella who will help me with the music class today, she has been in a band before where she was the singer and guitarist of and toured through the land until she became a temporary nurse at our school” Bianca says in introduction of the redhead who gets a few whistles from the class which has only black boys in it. “Why don’t you play something for us, Marcella?” the blond teacher asks to which Marcella nods who opens her guitar case and starts to play and sing.
The teacher sighs happily when she hears the nurse’s voice singing while playing that guitar so well and her heart swells listening to it until the redhead stops singing with the class quiet for a moment when a five feet six inches black boy with a low brow and strong jaw gets up. Bianca starts to tighten up when she sees Gerald Styles getting up and walk towards someone who she considers her unofficial girlfriend. “Tha’ a great song bu’ I would like you to play her ass with those slutty lips” he grins while his dick bulges against his pants and looks at Bianca “get tha’ ass out, we want to see you bitches ge’ naughty” he orders the teacher who gets up and is unable to refuse after he had turned her into his slut.
She lifts her dress up to expose her ass after she pulls her panties down and she is already dripping wet. “Don’t mind if I do” Marcella grins when she looks at that delicious fat ass and spreads those cheeks before she heads deep between them. “Oooh god” Bianca moans when she feels the nurse licking the rim of her ass which starts to wink a little while the teacher holds tight to her desk. “Ooooh my aaah that’s so nasty mmmmm” the blond moans happily the moment that tongue slips inside her butthole and the redhead starts making out with it.
“Damn, I can’t believe she is doing tha’ wha’ a dirty slut” Gerald says looking incredulous that the nurse would work that butthole like that. Marcella grins a little when she gets from between those big ass cheeks “it is easy when it is such a sexy ass on a beautiful woman and especially if you love her” she replies before heading deep between those cheeks again when the blonde’s eyes widen at those words that confirm that the redhead feels the same way about her as she does about the redhead. It makes her moan ever louder while her lower lips moisten even more while blushing when she thinks “she loves me”
“That just made her super wet, Gerald” one of his friends says with a smirk on his lips. “I think this teacher slut must really like the nurse slut” another says with a grin to which Gerald nods with an amused smile on his lips when he pulls his cock out which is rock hard from watching these two women go at it and pulls the nurse’s panties down. “Maybe you two sluts should just start dating like the nurse slut is dating those Summers sluts but for now” the simian looking boy smirks before grunting when he rams his dick deep into the redhead’s cunt stretching it around his twelve inch hard dick. “Damn tha’ is a fine pussy aaah going to turn you into my slut as well, yo’ hear me?!” Gerald moans while he starts fucking Marcella hard and deep and spanks her ass a few times.
The boy looks at his friends and orders them to film this before returning his attention to the woman on his cock and grabs those big hips of hers. “Mmm fuck this bitch has a great pussy aaah it’s going to be mine! Aaah fuck yes mmm take all my dick, my whore” Gerald moans happily pumping his dick inside that wet cunt which sucks it in eagerly “you’re both going to be my sluts aaah you like that don’t you teacher slut?’ Bianca moans loving that tongue worshipping her big ass like no one ever has when she hears his words.
“Oh I would love that aaah us being your bitches and share your big fat black cock with one another aaah please Marcella mmm let’s be girlfriends and his sluts” Bianca moans and begs which makes the student grin and starts to furiously pound the nurse’s pussy who moans deeply between those ass cheeks unable to think straight. “Say it slut! Who owns this cunt?!” Gerald growls while spanking the nurse’s fat ass hard who whimpers and moans in wild lust. “You do Gerald you own my cunt!” Marcella moans unable to resist after the words from the teacher and the student.
“Oooh yes mmm such good whores! All mine! Now get your dicks out and abuse my whore! Fuck going to nut!” Gerald moans loud and rams his dick deep into the nurse’s cunt before he starts to fill her womb with his seed while Bianca cums all over Marcella’s tits. The two women get bend over to face one another and gasp when they feel a cock going into their ass. “God I love you so much, even more than my husband” Bianca moans lewdly and locks lips with Marcella before the redhead could reply. Marcella blushes as she passionately kisses Bianca back with a black dick buried deep inside her ass.
Meanwhile in the cheerleaders’ locker room all the cheerleaders are changing into their street clothes and are chatting happily when Miko notices something about one of her fellow cheerleaders.
Miko: You seem awfully cheerful Susan
Kitty: That’s because she has a big date tomorrow
Pamela: Oh? Has LD finally asked you out?
Patty: Don’t be silly, none of our boyfriends are interested in dates, they just want to fuck
Kitty: That’s true; don’t think Samson has ever asked me out on a date all this time
Felicia: So who is this date with then, Susan?
Susan: *giggle* I have a date with our nurse
Stacy: Oh you’re lucky girl, I would love that as well…I think I’ll ask her out as well
Miko: As do I, I really enjoyed being with her during that pussy party
Pamela: I noticed, she is so fun and loving that I wouldn’t mind being her girlfriend as well
Patty: I feel the same way; it feels so different being with her than being with my boyfriend
Stacy: Agreed
Felicia: Agreed
Miko: Agreed
Susan: Agreed, I certainly hope my date with her deepens our relationship
Kitty: Wait? You all want to be her girlfriend as well?
All in unison: Yes I do!
Kitty: Guess I’ll need a talk with mom to see what she thinks
After which the group keeps talking about this subject and they wish Susan luck on her date with Marcella tomorrow.
“Such good sluts mmm clean that dick, gave ya all the cum I had and so did they” Gerald grins while watching Marcella and Bianca clean his fat cock of which he takes a picture. He pulls away once it was all cleaned and leaves the class with a satisfied grin on his face. The two women get up and look at one another deep in the eyes before grabbing the other’s thick ass pulling the other close. “So am I your official girlfriend now to?” Bianca asks warmly purring happily after what transpired between them before the gangbang. “I wouldn’t mind but I think you’ll have to take that up with Jenny” Marcella smiles when suddenly the blond breaks the hold for a second “Do you have any plans for tonight?” she asks while grabbing her phone and starts typing.
“Yeah, I have plans with Candy tonight at seven p.m. and the rest is pretty full as well, why?” the redhead asks and watches the sexy blond put her phone away. “Oh I think I just have plans for this evening as well and you are aware that I’m not the only one who wants to be your girlfriend as well?” Bianca tells her lover while they go back to the previous hold. “Mmm I think I have been referred as such by a few though nothing official” Marcella replies which gets a giggle. “Well I’ll just pretend to be your girlfriend until it is official, my beloved” the blond bombshell says before the two of them start making out passionately.
A few minutes later they hear some voices getting cleared when they see Jerome and Deon standing there with their cocks out. “Don’t stop on our account, watching that is really hot” Deon says with a grin while he gets behind Bianca. Jerome grabs Marcella’s hips and grins “damn right, two hot bitches kissing one another is so freaking hot” the janitor says before cramming his fat cock inside Marcella’s ass “and the two sluts with the biggest asses in school” Deon grins and rams his cock in Bianca’s posterior while the two lovers start to make out with one another again.
“Book club meeting at Jenny’s place at seven thirty p.m. tonight everyone needs to come” Jenny Summers reads on her phone and raises an eyebrow. “I wonder what that is all about? Perhaps about what happened between her and me earlier?” the busty blond thinks but she sees all the members already having agreed to it before she could even post a response and sighs when she sees her daughter. “I think we need to have a conversation this weekend while Marcella is out on the date with Susan” Kitty says seriously and Jenny nods. “Alright, all of my plans for tonight might be ruined anyway” her mother sighs and shows her the message that Bianca had sent. “I think I have an idea what is about and I have a feeling mine will be about the same thing, so let’s talk about it and then hunt for black cock” Kitty grins which cheers her mother up a little.
Marcella and Bianca clean one another up before they have to leave but feel a little weak in the knees after getting fucked so many times over and over again. The nurse puts her guitar away and winks at the other woman “I got to go but see you soon, love you” Marcella says before she quickly runs off leaving Bianca behind who sits down with blush on her cheeks. “She said she loves me” she thinks while she lets out a happy sigh when she gets a message from Gerald with a picture attached to it “made this while I was heading out” it says and when she opens it, it shows a picture of her and Marcella kissing so passionately.
“He can be sweet at times” Bianca giggles out loud while she saves the picture and sets it as her wallpaper on her phone before she gets up to head home. “This evening should be interesting” the blond teacher thinks while she steps in her car and drives towards her family.
That evening the doorbell rings several times and Jenny opens the door to let Ivana Swallows, Bobbie Sue Kindle, Anya Cherninov-White, Sammy Spitzman and last Bianca Briarwood completing to Coxville Book Club who all sit down and look at Bianca who called for them to gather. Bianca looks a little nervous now while she felt so determined when she had sent that message but gulps before she speaks. “I was with Marcella earlier and I asked her to be my girlfriend officially but she told me to ask Jenny because she didn’t want this to go behind her back. From our orgy I think I’m not the only one who wants to be her girlfriend so I called this meeting to settle the matter”
Jenny looks stunned at this announcement when Ivana looks at her rival. “Why act so surprised? I’m sure it has been rather obvious that at least I have developed feelings for her as well. She is kindhearted, friendly and very loving, so I wouldn’t mind being her girlfriend as well…heck I think I love her more than my husband” Ivana confesses to the others. “I told her the same thing this afternoon and I think it is rather endearing that she would let her girlfriend decide whether or not any of us can be that as well” Bianca says while blushing a little when she sees the expressions on the other’s faces as well.
“I agree with you on that Bianca and I feel the same as Ivana and Bianca. Ever since I met her, I have started to feel more and more for her and I know you have seen it, Jenny” Bobbie Sue says and her sister Sammy nods. “She is fun to be around and the personality is just so warm when she is not around black cocks that is” Sammy says which gets a giggle from all those attending. “That would be all of us on that last part” Anya says in her heavy Russian accent “though I have not been with her as much as the rest, after I spend time with her at the party I could not help but feel warm when I was with her, even more than with my husband, so I would not mind being her girlfriend as well but with Jenny and Kitty as her first girlfriends whom have some priority with her” the ravishing Russian finishes.
“Are you all serious about this?” Jenny asks while she has been listening and not sure how to feel about all of this when she sees five heads nod. “Wow, I knew you had feelings for her but never realized they were this strong” she tells them while looking into their eyes half an hour of them pleading their case to her while she lets it all sink in. “I’m kind of glad that she didn’t go behind my back and just become your girlfriends while not considering my feelings in this unlike some of the people we know” she chuckles which gets a few laughs but also knowing nods from all of them.
“I’ll have to think about it and talk about this with Kitty as well as perhaps my sister and mother who are her girlfriends as well though it makes me wonder how many more there are who feel like we do about her” Jenny tells them and all consider this fair. “I hope the answer is positive so I can ask her for real” Bianca says with a warm smile on her lips as they all start to leave when Anya texts something on her phone and tells them that she asked Marcella to come by during the week with a smile. “I’ll be returning to work this Monday so you skanks better be prepared” Ivana grins which gets a chuckle from all but Jenny who lets out a grunt causing them all to burst into laughter.
“I have some serious thinking to do and god knows if there are more women in love with my girlfriend that I did’t know about” Jenny thinks before a smile appears on her lips “she is rather popular with both women and black guys but I’m going to marry her and Kitty as well, Mrs. Dixon-Cox” she thinks using her maiden name instead of the last name of her ex-husband and starts to giggle before she sits back with a sigh. “I need a black cock inside me” she thinks and calls one of them to come on over.
“I’m glad we’re going to have this talk later today after what happened yesterday though I invited mom and sis as well” Jenny tells her daughter in the morning. “Things didn’t go as expected with your book club?” Kitty asks and her mother nods but tells her that she will explain it all later. “This was rather surprising for me as well at school which is what I wanted to talk to you about as well” the twin-tailed blond says when the object of their affection makes her way downstairs.
“How did things go with mom?” Jenny asks her girlfriend who smiles warmly at her two girlfriends. “As one might expect when spending time with a girlfriend” the redhead giggles which gets a chuckle from the two. Marcella grabs breakfast but kisses the two of them deeply on the lips “I missed you two” she whispers warmly and honestly “I love you both” Jenny and Kitty look at one another before they both sit next to the redhead and let her finish her breakfast before they drag her back to bed. “I love you Marcella Dixon” they both say at the same time before the three of them start making love for a few hours.
“Susan is a lucky girl to have a date with you looking like that” Jenny says before she whistles which gets a blush from the redhead. “Too bad it will be ruined by the protective clothes but one cannot be too save” Marcella sighs before giving the blond a deep kiss before she gets on her motorcycle which gets a small growl from both her girlfriends. “I hate seeing her leave” Jenny says and Kitty finishes “but I love seeing her go” which makes them both laugh when they see Candy and Kat arrive and things are back to business for once.
“Wow, you look gorgeous” Marcella says when she stands at the door to pick up Susan who looks lovely in a summer dress. “She has been looking at herself in the mirror and changing outfits for hours” Helen chuckles when she sees the expression on her daughter’s face. “I’m her mother Helen, a pleasure to finally meet you Marcella” the brunette milf says while looking Marcella over “I can see at least why she has the hots for you” Susan looks annoyed at the forwardness and embarrassing words her mother has been saying to her date.
“Her mother? Surely you must be one of her sisters” Marcella says and chuckles when she says this corny line yet it seems to have an effect on the older woman who giggles like a little girl before she leans in to give a soft kiss on Marcella’s lips which flusters her daughter. “You two have fun on your date and I hope to talk to you some time and get to know you better” Helen says before she leans in to whisper in her daughter’s ear “I can see why you like her so much, I think I could fall for a woman like her myself” Then she stands up and kisses Marcella softly on the lips once more before Marcella and Susan walk towards the nurse’s pink and black bike.
“Better wear this, darling” Marcella says while she hands Susan the spare helmet who takes it but not before she kisses the woman deep on the lips. “Mmm that’s so hot and she seems so much happier with her than with her boyfriend” Helen thinks while she watches them kiss and could see that Marcella feels the same about her daughter. “Though he has a good big cock but when it comes to feelings, he sure lacks a lot which she seems to get from her. Perhaps I should see what it is all about since I heard some of the housewives talk about her as well” the mother thinks before she goes back inside feeling a little turned on by that display of affection.
“Where to?” Marcella asks Susan who gives her the address of a poetry club she wants to visit first where they can get a bite as well. “Alright, hop on and hold on tight darling” Marcela says and Susan gets behind Marcella on the motorcycle wrapping her arms tightly around the waist before they head out on their way for their date.
They arrive there after a few minutes but Susan does not want to break her hold immediately pressing herself against her back before they go inside where they are guided to a table in the back where they receive a menu from which they order. Susan snuggles closer to Marcella who wraps and arm around her shoulder while they lose themselves in one another’s eyes until their food arrives and the poet readings start.
“I’m so happy to be on a date, it is even my first date ever since my boyfriend has never asked me out and things usually ends up in a way you can imagine” Susan sighs happily. “He is a fool if he can’t enjoy the beauty that is his girlfriend and spend some quality time with someone as beautiful as you” Marcella whispers while she gently lifts her chin and starts to kiss her lips tenderly who kisses back before it becomes more passionate as they forget their surroundings around them. “Mmm she’s just what I need, my heart is beating so fast” Susan thinks while the two women kiss deeply.
“Hey LD! Isn’t that your girlfriend kissing that nurse of our school?” Max says while poking his friend’s side when they walk passed the poetry club who looks inside and lets out a low growl when he sees his girlfriend being this close to the nurse. “Yeah, looks like those bitches are really into one another, guess I’ll have to teach them who owns those cunts” the boy says in an angry tone before they move on.
Two hours later and the two lovers get up and go outside holding hands looking warmly at one another. They walk towards another club where they dance intimately where they keep looking into one another’s eyes and talk more as they get to know one another even more which only confirms Susan’s feelings for the nurse even more. “I need to go home, want to have a drink there?” she suggests which Marcella accepts with a smile as they both get on her bike and head towards the Dupree home.
The two of them walk inside when they both get a message and look at it. Susan reads it and is overjoyed with her heart beating like crazy when she looks at Marcella with her cheeks blushing. “It is alright to have different girlfriends but the same rules apply for them as they do for Candy and Katherine but we’ll discuss the rest tomorrow, love Jenny and Kitty” Marcella reads and scratches her head when her phone gets flooded with message aside the one from Anna whom she replies that she will be there before Susan puts her hand on the nurse’s phone. The girl grabs the woman’s wrist with a smile on her face as she pulls her lover upstairs to her room.
Susan starts to kiss Marcella passionately on the lips and wraps her arms around the redhead’s neck who starts to kiss back wrapping her arms around the waist of the cheerleader where they kiss for several minutes until Susan breaks the kiss. “Please can I be your first official new girlfriend?” she asks nervously while she looks nervously at her lover. “Yes, I would love that” Marcella replies and they starts to kiss and undress completely.
“I have some toys I would like to use with you but first I want to taste you again” Susan smiles again before she pushes Marcella on the bed and gets on top of her where she starts licking Marcella’s snatch who quickly starts to moan at the licking her new girlfriend is giving her when she looks up to see the girl’s slit dripping on her snatch. She grabs that delicious ass and pulls it closer where she pushes her tongue inside. “Mmmm I can’t believe I’m her girlfriend now but I’m so happy, her pussy tastes so good” Susan thinks and moans into her girlfriend’s pussy who moans in hers as well until they are both soaking wet when the brunette grabs a double sided dildo.
“I always wanted to try this but never had anyone I could use it with until now” Susan tells the woman shyly who smiles and gets on all fours with her thick ass up in the air. “Let us try it now then, my love” the redhead coos happily while shaking her fat rear which makes Susan giggle as she places one side in her pussy while she gets on all fours and pushes the toy into the woman’s pussy whom she could her let out a happy moan. The two woman start to move their asses and the sound of flesh clashing against flesh starts to fill the room followed by the moans of the two lovers.
“God it feels so amazing when you do it with someone you love aaah mmm” Susan moans while she moves her hips like crazy only wishing she could kiss her girlfriend like this but the pleasure between them is rising. They no longer control their desires and start to moan louder and louder as their climax closes in since their excitement had reached higher levels after receiving that message making them cum harder and faster than all the previous times that these two have been this intimate together.
The two of them cum all over the other’s ass and pussy before they separate and they lick the end that the other had in their snatch before they lewdly kiss one another. Their fingers slip in their lover’s cunt and starts to wiggle them while they lewdly moan in the kiss. They kiss and wiggle while they start to grinding against those fingers leaking over them as minutes passes and another orgasm follows as they continue making love for an hour when someone comes stumbling in squirming her legs a little.
“Please let me join in, I want to feel loved again” Helen says pouting cutely when Susan nods towards Marcella who nods and gets up and walks towards the beautiful milf. “Doesn’t your husband love you or Susan’s boyfriend?”Marcella asks while she looks in the brunette’s eyes who bites her lower lip. “My husband has been too busy with work and church and I’m just another pussy to her boyfriend, I want to be loved and swept away again” Helen says and Marcella could tell she is telling the truth before she starts to wrap her arms around the other woman’s waist and pulls her in. “A beautiful woman like you should not feel this way, you deserve to be loved as much as your beautiful daughter” the nurse whispers before her lips touches those of the mother.
“I had no idea you were this lonely, mom” Susan says with a sadness in her tone while she watched her girlfriend and mother kiss so deeply that it started to turn her on. “No one has ever kissed me like that….ever. You’re making my heart race so fast that I can see why my daughters loves you so much” Helen confesses while she lets her bathrobe drop to the floor and stands there naked in Marcella’s arms “I think I’m already starting to feel the same, please make love to me to” the milf whispers and Marcella kisses her deeply while she they slowly move to the daughter’s bed.
“I will make love to you like you deserve” Marcella whispers which makes the woman blush when she gets on her back yet Marcella starts to intertwine their legs as their lower lips meet. “Mmm my girlfriend really knows how to please a woman and love them with all her heart which why so many of us love her” Susan whispers in her mother’s ear who starts to moan when Marcella starts to grind her pussy against Helen’s cunt. “Oooh my god no one has ever done this aaah I feel so good” Helen starts to moan shortly thereafter.
“Yes I can see that aaah mmm that kiss is the best kiss I have ever had aaah not even your father kissed me like that” the older brunette while she grinds her pussy against her new lover’s slit. Susan smiles watching the pleasure on her mother’s face which seems more intense then when she caught her while her mother fucked LD when she was with Willie. “Please lick my pussy while you fuck my mom, my girlfriend” the younger brunette moans and pushes her lower lips against her girlfriend’s upper lips who starts to make out with that wert cunt. “Mmm aaah she’s your girlfriend now aaah so lucky mmm” the mother moans like crazy while she rubs her cunt against that of her daughter’s girlfriend feeling an orgasm as intense or maybe even more than when LD fucked her coming up as the three women continue making love through the night.
A few hours later and the three of them cuddle with one another feeling rather happy when Helen kisses Marcella deeply on the lips. “I have to go to my husband’s side for before he misses me but I would love it if I could be your girlfriend to” and then looks at her daughter who smiles at her for the first time in a long while. “I’m fine with that, what do you say, love? Will you become my mother’s girlfriend to?” Susan asks while snuggling against the woman of her dreams who chuckles.
“How can I refuse when asked by two such beautiful women, you can ask my number from your daughter, my girlfriend” Marcella whispers sweetly in Helen’s ear followed by “I love you Helen” which makes the milf giggle before telling her girlfriend that she loves her to before she disappears from the room. “Mmmm and I love you Marcella, please stay for the night with me” Susan whispers and Marcella nods as they hold one another before they both fall asleep in their love embrace.
The End |
Title: 2- My High School Sweetheart’s Little Sister- pt. 2 (more movie nights)
Tags: Fiction, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Teen, Young
Introduction:
This is the second chapter of this (fictional) story from my late teens, where my girlfriend’s little sister went through puberty and lost her innocence due to my uncontrollable lust for her. In this chapter, Cindy discreetly kicks it up a notch, flirting, flashing, and feeling my dick... right under her older sister’s nose
Content:
Part 2: - MORE MOVIE NIGHTS -
A few weeks had gone by since Cindy had watched Chloe and me petting on the couch. I still felt guilty (and aroused) about it, but Cindy seemed to be cool. The three of us hadn’t been together on the couch together since that night, but when Cindy was around she was all smiles. I also noticed she often stood closer to me than she had before.
I came over after dinner that Saturday to hang out and watch a movie. I have to admit I was excited to see what might happen, but a bit concerned as well.
The movie didn’t start for another hour. I was helping Chloe clean up a little downstairs, picking up clothes and such. I pulled out a clean blanket for the couch (lol), and took some dirty dishes up to the kitchen.
When I walked back down, Cindy came out of her bedroom already changed for “movie time”. She was wearing that thin white nightshirt. In the bright lights of the family room I could see right through it. My heart skipped a beat... Those perfect petite breasts that I had been masturbating over the last three weeks were clearly visible; her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. I’m pretty sure I could see a small bush hiding as well.
...was she intentionally flashing for me?
Chloe walked out from the laundry room, looked at Cindy, and stopped. In a condescending tone she barked “Really? Go put on some underwear- you can see right through that”
Cindy looked to the ceiling, flipped her hands out in exasperation - “jeeze- you’re always telling me what to do... you aren’t my boss”
And stormed back into her bedroom.
Chloe rolled her eyes, clearly unconcerned that I might be aroused by her little sister. “I have to go up and do the dishes. This won’t take very long”, and ran up the stairs.
The moment she hit the top step Cindy came out of her bedroom, walked over to me, and poked a finger in my tummy. I flinched and laughed, stepped back, and looked at her up and down. I could see was still naked under her nightshirt. She turned to go to the laundry room, mumbling “I need to follow Hitler’s orders”...
She came back out holding a bra and panties, and twirled them in the air as she walked by me. I watched her bare ass through the nightshirt as she walked back to her room.
...she is definitely flirting with me
Chloe came down and brought me a glass of Coke. “I’m making popcorn too. Do you want anything?”
“Thanks- I’m good. Can I help you with the dishes?”
She headed back upstairs, “No- I’m supposed do do my chores by myself. I won’t be long”
I walked over to the TV to look for the remote, when Cindy snuck up behind me and grabbed my sides and tickled me. I swung around, spilling my Coke a bit. “You little stinker- I’ll get you for that”
I set down the glass, bent down and picked up the spilled ice from the floor. I looked at Cindy with a mischievous grin, looked her up and down and held up the ice. Her eyes widened, and she turned and ran towards her bedroom.
........ I ran after her.
She stopped short at her door and turned around- I nearly knocked her over. I grabbed her and started tickling- she squealed a little, but stifled the sound... she was trying to stay quiet.
“Are you all properly dressed now?”, I teased.
Holding her tight, I reached around and lifted her nightshirt with my left hand (the one holding the ice), and felt around for her panties with my right. I grabbed her ass, then grabbed the ice cube from my left hand and slid my hand down inside the back of her panties, sliding the ice cube down the crack of her tight little butt.
She squirmed and stifled a gasp, but didn’t really fight too hard.
I pushed the ice all the way down, until I’m pretty sure it was pressing against one of two openings I could think of that were down there.
She finally broke free and ran into her room.
Chloe yelled down from the top of the stairs “Everything okay down there?”
“Yeah, I just tripped over the coffee table and spilled my Coke”
I walked upstairs to refill the Coke and grab some paper towels. I hoped Chloe wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants.
“Can you grab the popcorn too? I’m almost finished with the dishes”
I brought the stuff downstairs and cleaned up the spilled Coke. Chloe followed shortly and ran into her room to change into her fuzzy nightgown.
Cindy came out, this time wrapped in a robe, dimmed the lights, and plopped down on the right end of the couch. I sat down beside her, leaving room to my left for Chloe.
I looked over to Cindy and smiled, thinking of that tight round butt I had my hands on moments before. She smiled back. “I’m getting you back for that”, she whispered.
The movie had already started when Chloe joined us on the couch. She pulled the blanket over us, and tossed one end towards Cindy. We settled in and watched the movie with little conversation. It was a horror flick, and when things got scary both girls would grab my arms and lean in closer for comfort.
... I could get used to this
They were both snuggled up close to me, and at one point Cindy pulled the blanket up over her shoulder- her left arm under the blanket, her hand landing against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around both of them.
The scary movie ended with little fanfare, and we started watching what followed: a rerun thriller that wasn’t all that great. It wasn’t too long before Chloe fell asleep; her breathing changing in that familiar way. Cindy moved a pillow to my lap, curled up on her side and laid her head down on the pillow. I pulled the blanket over her and laid my arm down along her side, my hand falling to her hip.
She moved around to get comfortable, and slid her right hand under her head... under the pillow, palm down, right on top of my dick.
...Whoa- did she mean to do that?
Feeling her warm hand on me immediately triggered an erection. I know Cindy could feel every change, and that excited me even more. I moved my right arm under the blanket, resting my hand on Cindy’s hip.
Chloe’s breathing had turned into light snoring, a wonderful monitor that she was asleep, unaware of what was going on right in front of her.
As my erection grew, I could feel Cindy’s warm hand move and wrap around it... she gave a gentle squeeze and moved her hand around a bit, just to let me know she was completely aware (and completely in control). My dick was still curled down in my pants, and it was getting less comfortable by the minute.
My heart was racing. I felt scared... guilty... but aroused like mad. I could feel my heartbeat pounding... and it centered on my groin. Cindy’s hand wrapped around the bulge in my pants. Chloe fast asleep resting on my left shoulder.
I reached down and pulled Cindy’s robe open under the blanket. I could feel her nightshirt... I felt her ass through her nightshirt, and I couldn’t feel any panties.
...did she take her panties off again?
I worked her nightshirt up until I touched bare skin.
I moved my hand up and down her thigh, and over her butt as well. No panties.
I reached down to feel her stomach, and ran into her left arm, which was stuffed down between her legs. The muscles in her arm were twitching... she was rubbing herself. I brought my hand up to her chest, briefly feeling her nipple brush against me through the fabric, then back to her naked thigh.
She continued to lightly squeeze me and move her hand all over my uncomfortable erection under the pillow.
She was breathing more rapidly and her body started squirming around ever so slightly.
I slowly slid my hand further up her thigh to her hip and reached over to feel her naked butt. I stretched down around as far as I could go but my fingers couldn’t reach where I wanted. I squeezed her ass and pulled her towards me, then worked my fingers down, pulling her cheeks apart. Reaching the crack of her ass, I stretched and moved my fingers forward until I could feel the edge of her butthole. I could also feel the movement from her fingers rubbing her pussy, which was getting more and more vigorous. I pulled her butt further apart and pressed my finger against her ass, when I could feel she was about to cum. The muscles in her ass tightened, and her entire body quivered as she climaxed. Her hand gripped hard on my erection as she rode the wave through... she then fell limp.
Chloe was fast asleep on my left, still snoring into my shoulder.
I relaxed my grip on Cindy’s ass, pulled her robe closed, and brought my arm up to her side. I gently stroked her hair, and rubbed her shoulder. My erection slowly subsided.
...It didn’t take very long before she was fast asleep, joining her sister.
The short movie had ended some time ago, but no one noticed. It was really pretty late now.
I moved Chloe back, gently raised Cindy’s head, and slipped out from underneath her. Trying not to wake her, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, laid her down on her bed and pulled up her covers.
I pulled Chloe up from the couch and helped her into her bed, tucked her in, kissed her goodnight. I put a few things away and snuck out the side door.
I realized Cindy wasn’t going to be telling her sister, or her parents, about anything, but I was still scared. I drove home in a fearful, excited, euphoric state.
...where does this go from here?
Next: Part 3 - Truth Or Dare - |
Title: 2000 and Jen
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
Something different. A TRUE story about me fucking my best friend's girl.
Content:
2000 and Jen
I want to start this story just by saying that this entire story is 100% true. In fact, there is actually more to it but I was fairly drunk when the main part of the story happened so there are probably even more juicy details that I have left out. But what is true is that this night was the most exciting of my life. It was a night that was the stuff of fantasies. In fact, it fulfilled a fantasy of mine that I had held for a while. And before you judge me or the girl involved with this, try to read through what happened and feel the passion behind this one great night. I’ve changed the names of most of the characters in here on the off chance that someone I know could read this as it would fuck up my life and the girl involved. Hopefully everyone enjoys this story, as it was one of the most amazing nights of my life, one which I will never forget, and one that may be a once in a lifetime event…so enjoy…and sorry if it starts a little slow, but every detail needs to be in here so that you can see where I’m coming from. If you just want the dirty sexy details, just skip to chapter two!
Chapter One: The Background
The most amazing and sexy night of my life happened on New Years 2010. A ridiculous amount of things had to happen to actually let what happened happen (and what happened was I had wild passionate sex with a beautiful girl who happened to be the girlfriend of one of my best friends). To jump into the story there is some background info you need to know in order to understand why things happen the way things happened.
For starters, my name is Steve, I’m 22 years old, and I live in a Midwestern town with three roommates (Bryan, who lives upstairs with me; Tim, a guy who lives downstairs and wasn’t there during the night in question; and Jay, who also lives downstairs). Bryan, Jay, and I have been best friends since way back, and that extended through our college years as we all stayed in town. Jay has a girlfriend named Jen, who is a beautiful little petite blonde with perky tits (34B-34C or so), a wonderful tight ass, and perfect tan legs. I always kind of thought of her as a rich little spoiled bitch (which she is) but lately I had begun to think more of her. And needless to say, with a body like she had and the platinum blonde hair and pretty face, I was always attracted to her. I guess in a way she is sort of the opposite of my usual type, which is something that helped turn me on even more for her.
My usual type, I suppose, would be exactly what my girlfriend now (and at that time) is. My girlfriend Beth is also a beautiful girl but in different ways. She’s got bigger boobs (34D), more voluptuous hips and ass and thicker thighs. She sort of has golden brown hair with blonde highlights. We have been together about 4 years at this point. She’s really down to earth and a great girl overall, and she comes from a middle class family unlike Jen. I’ve always gone for girls like Beth, who are down to earth, funny, cool, and can take a joke. Jen, on the other hand, I had always seen as a girl who was completely out of touch with real life because she had that annoying rich upbringing. And she always gives off this “I’m a stupid blonde” persona and talks in a really high voice and makes stupid comments. Also, she was always the type to go wayyy overboard in trying to get people to like her. You know the type…calls everyone “love” right away, refers to girls as “beautiful” when you know she knows that she is way prettier than them, flirts with all the guys, fishes for compliments by saying how fat she is and how ugly she is and all that bullshit.
Now, I’ve always been the type of person that can spot a fake a mile away, and I fucking can’t stand people like that. When Jen first came around, most of our friends fell in love with her right away hook, line, and sinker. Fuck that. I have lots of friends and if you want to be my friend, cool, but I’m not going for that bullshit. There’s more to me than that. And that was always my attitude with her and for the longest time I think she sort of got that and she laid off of the fake bullshit to me.
Don’t get the wrong idea about how I felt about this girl. It may sound like I hated her but I really didn’t. She had lots of annoying little things that got to me but in reality I always thought she was a good person. Some of the fakeness came from a good place I think, because I really think she just wants people to like her. Also, over the year that her and Jay were together I had actually ended up having several deep one on one talks with her and found that she was actually a smart person and could be very funny and fun to hang out with. And it was one of these talks that started this whole fucking thing in motion.
So I fucked one of my best friend’s girlfriends. I’m a horrible person right? Before you decide to hate me and give up on this story, at least listen to how all this started. Back in April of 2009, my girlfriend Beth and I decided to take a break for a while. A week into the break, Jen, Jay, Bryan, a friend of Jen’s, and myself were hanging out and drinking at our house. Jen and Jay got in one of their many ridiculous drunken fights and Jay went in to bed. Jen and I ended up outside on the street talking to each other. She was seriously considering breaking up with Jay for several reasons; one is because she is very sexually experienced and kinda freaky and he is boring. Another is because she was his first….for some reason he decided against fucking any girls through high school and most of college. I really don’t understand this because I love fucking and have had lots of pussy but I guess if that’s your thing then whatever. So me and Jen are sitting on the street talking and we were sitting really close to each other…it was pretty cold and we were kind of huddled up. Now, I am NOT the type of guy to ever put a move on one of my buddy’s girls. I know the rules against that kind of shit, I’ve never done anything like that before, and I honestly keep those kind of thoughts outside of my mind. But that night, sitting there talking, out of nowhere Jen leaned forward, grabbed my shirt and tried to kiss me. For a moment I started to go with it, then pulled back and told her, “Look, I can’t do this to Jay man. I think you’re an attractive girl and all but I just can’t do that to him.” She agreed we shouldn’t do it. My heart was pounding though all the sudden and my thoughts were swirling. But we kept on talking. Moments later, she moved in for a kiss again. This time, our lips got even closer. I pulled back again, saying we shouldn’t be doing this shit. She said how she loved Beth and Jay and couldn’t do that to them. This pissed me off. “Fuck Beth, Jen…I’m not with her anymore,” I said, “…I’m single now, I can kiss whoever the fuck I want, what about your boyfriend.” At this point she put her hand on my leg and began running it down my shorts. “I don’t give a fuck about Jay right now, he’s always being such a tight asshole,” she said, her hand now down into my boxers. Right as she wrapped her hand around my now hard cock, I pushed her away. “Look Jen, I’d love to do this, I think you’re incredibly hot to be honest with you…but I just can’t do this to him, he’s my best friend…” And before anything else could happen, Jay was stumbling back outside.
Chapter Two: 2010-First Fuck of the Decade
Flash forward from April 2009 to New Years Eve 2009/2010. Another party is going on at our house. In the past few months tons of shit has happened. I had told a couple friends about Jen trying to kiss me but not many. Beth and I were back together, although part of the reason for that was because she told me she fucked some random (awful dirty hillbilly) guy and I freaked and wanted her back even though I never got my fill of random pussy. (I know, that’s on me, but still it sucked). The plan for new years eve was just to have a few people at our place, then hit the bars around midnight. Just for you score keepers out here, the people at the party included: Me, Jay, Jen, Beth, Bryan, our other best friends from high school Eddie and Paul (Paul was in town from the Marines for Christmas), Eddie’s girlfriend Denise and a few of her friends, and a few random bitches that Bryan had over. Bryan has always been the manwhore of the group. Me, Jay, and Eddie had gone to get a shitload of alcohol earlier in the day and by midnight were fucking hammered. The girls were all tipsy too but not quite on our level.
And this is where the fun shit starts. A ridiculous number of things had to go our way to allow Jen and I to hook up that night. Thing number one was that at around one AM, Jen caught Jay flirting with one of Bryan’s random whores. This girl was butt ugly but Jen still got pissed and in her drunken stupor went off on Jay. They got in a huge fight and were yelling at each other. Jen walked off and left Jay and the girl outside. Eddie and I were sitting there talking, and I brought up to him how Jen had tried to kiss me way back when. Eddie was one of the few friends I had told about it. I pretty much told him look I’m gonna fucking call her out…if she’s going to be bitching at Jay about flirting with this chick how about she answers for what she did with me? (keep in mind I had never said a word about it to her since that April night)
I went outside at this point and pulled Jen aside.
Me: “Hey, how the fuck are you going to be mad at Jay he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jen: “He’s all over that fat whore fuck him, that’s bullshit.”
Me: “Oh okay, so it’s okay for you to try to kiss his best friend but he can’t even talk to another chick?”
Jen: “What are you talking about?”
Me: “You know exactly what I’m talking about Jen, when I was single last spring you tried to kiss me 4 fucking times right out here and you had your hands down your pants and everything.”
Jen: “Bullshit… you tried to kiss me.”
At this point she started to walk away but I grabbed her arm.
Me: “If that’s something you want Jen, I’m ready…the offer is on the table, just come get it.”
As she walked away I couldn’t believe how bold I was being. I mean I have no problem making a move on a chick, but not my best friend’s girl! And sure has hell not with my girlfriend in the same building! But my ways of thinking had changed a lot since the previous spring. What had gone on with me and Beth was one thing, but also I had started grad school and now had little or no time to party like I used to. Real life had started, and I had sort of adopted this thought process that life is short, you only live once, and if you don’t do what you want to do now it may never happen and all you can do at that point is regret all the moves you didn’t make and chances you didn’t take. I know this is supposed to be a sex story and not a philosophy lesson, but it is important that you know where I was coming from.
Moments later, Jay storms in and slams his door, ready to pass out after even more of a drunken fight with Jen. By this point, Beth had gone to sleep up in my room as well because she had work early the next morning. Everyone else was in the living room. Now normally, I would have been off having some drunk escapades with Bryan and Paul, as we were normally the dumbass crew of drunk guys that had fun and fucked around till 6 am whenever Paul was in town. But, here again, is one of those many things I talked about that had to happen in order for me and Jen to end up getting together. I mentioned earlier that we had planned to go out to bars, but we called several cabs and none of them ever showed up. Bryan and Paul (aka the two single guys) got sick of this shit and decided to drive drunk to a local bar. This left Beth and Jay in bed, a few random whores in the living room, along with Eddie who was painfully whipped on his new girlfriend and her friends in the living room as well. And of course me in the kitchen.
And as I stood in the kitchen, Jen comes storming in all pissed off as well. As she walked by me she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Maybe I should have taken you up on your offer, Steve.” This perked my interest for sure, but she stormed right by me and went and started knocking on Jay’s door really loudly. I stayed in the kitchen and continued drinking. She knocked and knocked and knocked for what seemed like forever. In another amazing stroke of luck, he never fucking let her in. Here’s our chance…
Jen comes back in the kitchen. I know I described Jen’s looks before, but tonight was a whole new ball game. This girl knows how to dress, she knows how to make herself up and how to look damn good. Tonight she was wearing a pink and white and black tight little cocktail dress (probably cost a couple hundred bucks) with a nice little push up bra under it that made her tits look big and delicious. Her hair looked amazing and her face was so pretty. She also had on some sexy little stockings.
She sat down in the kitchen next to me and asked me to pour her a drink, to which I obliged. We started to talk and finally I had the balls to ask her what she meant by take me up on my offer.
Jen: “What do you think I meant Steve? You know ever since April I’ve been ridiculously attracted to you. I don’t know what it is. I know you’re not my type. I know I’m happy with Jay. But it’s just something about you. I’ve wanted you ever since then.”
Me: “I know exactly how you feel, and you know what I don’t even care anymore…I want you, I know I want you, and I’m gonna get what the fuck I want.”
I finally moved in and kissed her. We immediately started passionately making out. She had her hands on the back of my head and was pulling me in closer as our tongues intertwined. I was immediately hard as a rock and knew right then I had to fuck this girl. She was an amazing kisser and everything just seemed to fit. We stood up and she pushed me against the door. We continued to kiss, being equally turned on by how hot our kiss was and how risky it was; what with her significant others in the house and several people right in the next room who we would hear talking and fucking around. I had my hands all over her body. I had grabbed her tight ass and had my hands all over her tits when she leaned up and whispered words in my ear I’ll never forget… “Come on Steve, I want more…”
Me: “Well let’s go, let’s go do it!” I said like an excited 13 year old about to get his first hand job.
Jen: “Where can we go though, there’s people all over the house and Jay and Beth are both here…I don’t know.”
Me: “Let’s go to the basement! No one is down there and we’ll easily hear anyone if they are going to come down and I can just hide and you can just pretend you were drinking down there.”
She immediately started walking towards the basement, but much to my chagrin she walked by the basement door and began pounding on Jay’s door again, trying to make him let her in. I actually let this go for a couple minutes because I didn’t wanna let her think I was too desperate to make this happen. But after a couple minutes she was getting really loud and I told her that she was waking people up in the house and that she should go in the basement with me where we could just play beer pong one on one or whatever. She agreed and we went downstairs.
Before we even got to the bottom she was kissing me again. We went into a corner and made out just as passionately as before. Our hands were all over each other, with her grabbing my rock hard cock and me with my hands all over her ass and tits. Finally I yanked her dress down and there they were, her perfectly shaped tits, perkier than any I think I’ve ever seen. They looked so goddamn delicious, and her nipples were already hard. I began rubbing them and feeling them, and then moved my face down and began licking and sucking on her nipples one at a time. I could feel them get even harder in my mouth, and she was pulling my head into her tits to get me to lick and suck on them even more. She was moaning in such a hot little soft voice. I couldn’t get enough of her boobs. Every girl I’ve been with has had big boobs in the voluptuous style like I told you I liked. Some of them were even kind of fat and unfortunately for me had kinda saggy tits. But this girl was like a fucking porn star. They were little and petite but not too little and just so amazingly perky. I sucked on her nipples and played with her tits for several minutes and ran my hand up under her dressed and began to play with her clit. She was already soaked, and I could feel from her pussy that she was shaved completely bald. We began kissing as I continued to finger her clit and her pussy when out of the blue she pushed me back onto a recliner that we had in the basement. She gave me a devilish look and reached down and grabbed my belt and unfastened it. She unbuckled and unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees and grabbed my cock. “Holy fuck you’re big, I want your cock so fucking bad,” she said. Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m not trying to write a story here to make it look like I’m some kind of sex hero with a huge cock. I’m really not that big…maybe a little bigger than average but it’s not like I’m carrying around a 13 inch dick or anything porn starfish. But that’s legitimately what she said. She began sucking my cock and gave me the best goddamn blow job I’ve ever had. She could swallow every last inch and she worked her hands so good on it it was amazing. She probably went on for ten minutes, just sucking it so firmly and using her hands, and always taking a pause here and there to look up at me and give me those bad girl eyes. She would also let out a little moan every now and then which was so fucking sexy. She finally took a little break and I felt like it was her turn. I had her put her leg up on our weight bench which was next to the recliner I was in. Her tits were still hanging out of her dress and my hard cock was still laying there in front of me but she did as told. I pulled her dress up to reveal her legs which were still covered in the stockings, then her bare leg, and finally at the top her perfect little pussy which was covered by a see through black thong. I pulled the thong down and took in a beautiful sight. Her pussy wasn’t shaved, it was fucking waxed. There was no hair whatsoever, but no razor burn so it looked completely bald and sexy. Also, she had a really small pussy, not like abnormally, but her clit was little and her little pussy lips just stuck out a little bit. I could actually SEE that it was already soaked. But as the guys reading this will understand, she had a beautiful pussy. You could actually SEE that it was tight somehow. I leaned forward and put my head between her legs and began licking her clit. I’ve always been good at oral, and I gave her every last ounce of talent that I had. I ate her pussy for probably ten minutes. I had my hands on her bare ass, which was amazingly fucking tight from all the working out she does. I was using her ass to pull her pussy closer to my mouth. By this point I was alternating between licking her clit and burying my tongue deep in her pussy. It tasted so amazingly good. I don’t know what it was, but her pussy just tasted beautiful. She had her hands on my head and was pulling me tighter into her pussy. She was moaning but not porn-star style. It was so fucking hot, she would sort of just start by breathing heavy, and then there would be the slightest little high pitched moan, and it would slowly build but never to the ridiculous porn star screaming and yelling that some chicks use. At some point, I’m not sure exactly how we decided this because I was hammered, but at some point we decided we needed to take this to a new level.
Jen took my hand and led me up the steps. Out of all the things I talked about that went our way that night, nothing was more important than this: Tim wasn’t home, he had gone somewhere else for New Years. So as we reach the top of the step, we found an empty bed room right next to the top of the basement steps. Jen led me into the bedroom, we locked the door, and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and we started making out. Now of all the hot fucking shit about what happened that night, maybe the hottest was that I was about to fuck Jen in a room that literally shared a wall with Jay’s bedroom, while Jay was sleeping in that bedroom. Sure I’m a horrible person, sure I’m a horrible friend, but that’s just human. It was a fucking huge turn on for me and Jen, and I think any of you judgmental pricks out there would have the same exact fucking feeling…
I carried Jen to the bed and laid her on the bed and within seconds her dress was gone and all she had left was the stockings and the thong. I yanked the stockings off as she removed the thong and I dropped my pants quickly. And there it was, that beautiful pussy for all my fucking pleasure. I pushed my cock down to her pussy and slowly pushed it in. MY FUCKING GOD it was so amazingly tight! Luckily it was so wet I didn’t have to go too slow so I started fucking her like crazy. She was breathing so hard and I just kept pumping my cock deep into her, filling her all the way up with my cock. I remember at some point she actually said, “Jesus Christ Steve your cock is sooo much bigger than Jay’s, I’m just going to want yours forever now!” This of course pumped my ego and turned me on more so I began fucking her harder and faster. She kept begging me to fuck her harder and I did. All the while I was playing and licking on her tits, kissing her, or spanking her tight little ass. She was moaning loudly by now, in that sexy little high voice of hers. Until forever I will wonder if the people in the living room could hear us, because I could hear every word they said and Jen and I sure as fuck weren’t staying quiet, between her moaning and the bed rocking and shit. Finally I told her to roll over so I could fuck her from behind, something which she was very excited to do. I now had her ass right in my face, with her perfect little pussy pushed up and begging for my dick. Now I have to take a moment to describe her ass. Because as perfect as the rest of her body is, I’ve never seen anything like her ass. It was shapely and round and womanly, but tighter than any ass I’ve seen. Again, I tend to go for the voluptuous girls who tend to have big asses that aren’t as tight so this was such a goddamn turn-on, she was different than anyone I’d ever been with. I took a moment just to look down at her. I could see her tiny little petite waist, and as I ran my eyes down her body her hips splayed out all nice and womanly, with her perfect round ass there ready and waiting. She was looking back at me and told me she needed my cock right now. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, and pushed my cock into her pussy. We fucked for another 15-20 minutes, with her cumming a few times, although I never did. She was moaning and going crazy the whole time, and she just kept telling me how amazing I was in bed, and I told her the same thing. We had amazing sex that night, and then finally we heard Bryan and Paul get home. At this point Jen started to get worried that Jay would notice she was missing or that someone would figure out we were in there, so she wanted to stop. Of course I wanted to keep going (I had lots of plans of cumming deep inside of her or in her mouth or fuck, wherever she wanted haha). But that was it. I quietly put my clothes on and snuck out of Tim’s room. I started drinking again with Bryan and Paul, just like the good old times. Moments later I saw her come out and she started knocking on Jay’s door again. He never let her in so she finally ended up sleeping in Tom’s bed. As for me, I slept upstairs with Beth like everything was normal. It was tough to get to sleep with all those hot memories swirling through my head but finally I did. The next day, after everyone had left, I went down to Tim’s room. I found Jen’s stockings laying there, and I took them. I still have them hidden in my room as a souvenir of an amazing night that I will never forget. I’ll always remember the first girl that I fucked in the new decade, in the year 2010-or as I call it, the year two thousand Jen.
Epilogue
So for those interested, here is what has happened between us since then and now (end of February, 2010). We haven’t had sex again, unfortunately. We have made out a few times and fooled around a little bit, including on Jay’s birthday when we were both wasted. For the first couple weeks after new years, Jen and I talked and flirted every day. We would text all day long and talk on the phone for hours, just flirting and talking dirty to each other. The first thing we decided was that we would never tell ANYONE. This is especially important for me because I’d lose all my fucking friends if anyone found out. But we talked so fucking dirty the next couple weeks and we tried so hard to get alone time to fuck again. We decided that we need to fuck at least one more time completely sober so that we can really get the experience and maybe get it out of our system. We even talked about possibly being fuck buddies from here on out considering how amazing our sex was. She loves Jay and I love Beth, and we both kind of said we weren’t going to leave them. But the sex was so good we both felt it shouldn’t stop. The sexual tension between us for the following month was amazing. A couple times we would get alone for a few minutes and we’d immediately be in each other’s arms kissing and touching each other. A couple times we hugged or touched each other right in front of Jay and the fucking sparks flew and it felt amazing. I learned everything about Jen. I learned she’s extremely horny. I learned every place she wanted to fuck me, from in my parents house to in a hotel to in front of a full wall mirror and everywhere. She told me she masturbates at least a couple times a day, sometimes in the bathtub, sometimes in her bed with a vibrator, and that she thinks of me most of the times. She told me that every time she fucks Jay now she just pictures me the entire time and thinks about me, and that that makes her feel bad. Her biggest fantasy is fucking with another girl and then having me walk in and fucking them both in a full out threesome. If that ever happened, my life could just end there because that would be the be all end all for me. I got to know a lot about her besides sexual stuff to though. We talked so much and got so many little jokes together and we flirted so much and became really close friends through all this. I feel so connected to her it’s really weird. I don’t know if I’m just lusting after her, or if I’m actually falling in love with her, or what. I’ve been really fucking confused for two months, but all I know is that every time I start to push her from my mind, she always sneaks back in. But o well. The weird thing that I always think about is that after that crazy passionate night and the ensuing weeks, if we were just normal single people there is no doubt that we would be dating and be together right now. So it’s really weird, because I feel like we’re denying all these feelings and it is miserable, but at the same time we can’t feel sorry for ourselves because we are involved with other people so we made our own beds. Unfortunately, Jay started being a whipped little bitch late January/early February, which made Jen feel really bad for constantly talking dirty with me and wanting to fuck me. So she has started to try to back out of this whole thing, which is okay. I don’t wanna like force her into it or anything. But even when she texted me on Valentine’s day to talk things over and say that she thought we should stay on the straight and narrow no matter how bad she wanted it, she ended by saying that she still thinks of it and still wants it. And when she gets drunk she’ll still text me and say things about how she wants it so bad or whatever. So who knows what is going to happen. I hope you all enjoyed this story, because I sure as fuck did. And all I can promise you is that everything here is real, and that if you have a fantasy (and it’s legal and doesn’t hurt anyone) that you should seize the day and make it fucking happen, because you only live once baby.
My email is [email protected] . Any comments, questions, requests for additional details or pictures or whatever are welcome. I’d love to hear if anyone liked my story. It’s the first one like this I’ve ever written! So please let me know!!! |
Title: 2010 New Years Day
Tags: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Group Sex
Introduction:
Lonely form prostitute found some fuck buddy on NYE 2009, this is the next morning.
Content:
When I started to woke up, I felt someone trying to force something into my mouth. My tongue felt for it, and it was a cock. At first I refused the cock, but relented and I let it in. I knew I was being fucked but by either Drogan or Karrah. I didn’t know which one, but I didn’t mind either. As I was hoping for some more action from them before I went home. My eyes were still sleep shut. I was slowly but steadily enjoying my attention at the moment. My pussy felt different but alive and I loved the cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I was moaning, as if I was eating some delicious delight.
What broke me from this state of ecstasy was the fact, the room sounded noisy with moaning, chatting, and the fact I heard another girl screaming out “Fuck Me.” It made me open my eyes, and t tried to get my focus back. I looked around then up. I didn’t know the person I was sucking off. I quickly spat his cock out of my mouth, as drool run down my chin. Then I looked at who was fucking me, I didn’t know them either. He was clutching my breasts as he fucked me. I positioning my ankles to kick him off, when I remembered Karrah saying he had some friends over later. I can be a horny slut at times, and this was one of those times. So I nodded at him, to continue. I looked around to see where all the noise was coming from. It was from a blonde girl, who was maybe 18-20 give or take, with tattoos down her back, bent over the kitchen bench. She was sucking off a guy lying on top of the bench while being fucked from behind. She also was jacking a guy off. The guys were saying something to her, that I didn’t understand or make sense of. “Sharma ta” “Whoosh” “Kiss” I don’t what they meant but they must have meant something nasty. Here I was with my ankles now above this guy’s shoulder, with him groping my breasts and fucking me hard now, with me watching another girl getting the treatment.
I then look at the guy standing near my head that, I had just sucked off before, and smiled. Then I took his cock back in my mouth, by motioning my head and started sucking again. All the time, my eyes were glued like in a trance at the action with this girl. I couldn’t see karrah or Drog around, but I didn’t care. The guy I was sucking of began to face fuck me, and used his hand to keep my head in the right position. My tits were shaking around as the guy fucking me hard, moved his grip to my shoulders and moved into another gear. My eyes watched as the girl sucked and swallowed the guy’s cum, then moved on to the guy she was jacking off. She never missed a beat, she buck back and forth as she was rammed hard into from behind, while sucking a new cock. Karrah was standing nearby her now. I hardly noticed that the guy fucking me had blown his load inside me, until he slapped my ass. “!!!!” I thought to myself. That felt like I was fucked bareback. I was in a trance, but now a bit freaked out. He just smirked and walked towards, the girl that was getting all the attention. I felt down at my pussy and it was so wet, I stuck a finger inside and scooped out a wad of cum. I looked at it, in a bit of shock but was too late to do anything about it now. I now felt the guy’s cock in my mouth spasm and fill my throat up as he dragged my head right to his pubes. Making me swallow and gagged. He released me once he knew I had swallowed. He then pulled out and kissed me. “Call me Faz.” He said. I looked at him, licking my lips slowly. “Kim” I said. He then left and joined the others.
That gave me time to inspect my pussy. I was shocked, as I scooped wad after wad of cum from my well used pussy. There was way too much cum inside me, to be from one guy, plus it look we used too. They must have been fucking me bareback for some time. As a dirty slut I can be, I kept eating cum from my pussy watching that poor girl and now 7 boys around her or in her. WTF (what the fuck) I thought, as then I looked at the clock, 945am. How long was I being fucked for? And how long had I been fucked while I was out of it and by whom, and are they clean of diseases? I just sat there watching the action with my legs almost crossed scooping cum from my pussy and sampling it. “Sorry, we thought you were one of Drogan’s hoes, I’m his brother Ivan.” A tall guy came over to me and said. I was still coming to grips with the fact, I was prepared to have a 3 some with Karrah and Drog, but did they all fuck me before they fucked the blonde? “Did I get raped while asleep?” I whispered to him. “No, you were screaming out, give me more cock at one stage, and that you wanted to have our cum inside your pussy!” Ivan told me. “No shit!” I said. “And that’s Ana a girl we usually pick up, when we can. We pay her a grand and she will do anything. She’s always high on something” Ivan explained to me. I went to stand up but had jelly legs. Ivan helped me up. I looked at him, and kissed him and stroked his hard cock and smiled at him.
So now I know what I dreamed, was in fact me wanting more sex. I was naked, except for my torn fish-nets. I walked in to the kitchen, and watched this girl give it her all to 2 guys. While everyone but Ivan watched. I needed a drink, and I saw that I had polished off the bottle of vodka. So I drank some Jim Beam straight. Just watching this girl, she was in another world alright. After my drink, I felt better. I could see she was being fucked bareback too, as I could see cum was trickling down here legs from her pussy’s region. I was still a bit groggy, from the night before.
I went back to Ivan and told him I was going to take a shower. “They have a spa too.” He just stared at my nakedness, and how casual I was. “Wanna join me in the spa then?” I asked him, he agreed. As we walked to the bath-room we chatted. “How long was I fucked bareback?” I asked. “When we got here, you were naked and swilling on that bottle of vodka alone. So I reckon from 6am” Ivan looked at me. Apparently I was watching them fuck Ana up against a wall. I started fucking myself with the empty Vodka bottle. Screaming and pleading for more cock, until 2 guys were fucking me constantly, until recently. “You must have been still horny and smashed.” Ivan looked at me with a smirk. “Sorry, we really did think you were a hooker!” he finished. I was ok with it, I told him and that I used to be one too. We both laughed then.
I look into the mirror as we entered the bathroom, and I looked like Alice Cooper. My eye liner was runny and my lipstick smeared. I let out a small giggle. When we were in the spa we chatted briefly, and I did tell Ivan I was once a hooker. It didn’t shock him. We kissed and cuddled while inside the nice spa. He asked if I do anal, and I told him I’ve basically done everything. He looked excited by this. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me in the ass here, he said yes.
I crawl out of the spa and get on hands and knees, resting on a bunch of towels and robes. I hold my butt checks apart and expose my asshole. I lubed up my ass-hole with some shampoo I found on the bath-room counter. “Ok there if you want it.” I say to Ivan. Ivan comes across and starts licking my asshole, and works his tongue around its entrance. Ivan then works his finger into my pussy for a while, until it is sopping wet, then gentle forces it inside my butt hole. I tense up as a finger bottoms inside my butt hole. Then he removes it and repeats the motion, until he forces 2 fingers in, and I tense up again. He twirls his finger inside, as if trying to clean some glue of it. My butt hole is now ready for something bigger, a thick juicy cock. I tell Ivan to stick it in me now, and don’t hold back, just ram it in. I love the feeling of when a head of cock presses against the walls of my butt hole, as it tries to slide in. Then it rushes in, until it is deep inside my butt hole. I grimace as the initial pain settles. Ivan rests his hands on my hips as my ass gets used to his cock. Ivan now slaps my bottom and starts the slow motion of fuck my raw ass. He starts of slowly, but builds up speed gradually until he is fucking my ass, like a machine. I bite my lips and sometimes yelp in pain, as I finger my pussy while he pumps my ass. I buck back with every thrust forward. I bury my face in a towel, as Ivan really starts to pump into me. I mumble into the towel, as Ivan begins to moan. I can feel his cock twitch, as he goes overboard and then slams deep inside my ass and just stops there. He then pulls out and lies on his back, as I feel my tender ass. I then lean over and clean his cock with my tongue and mouth. Ivan tells me that felt was so good. I smiled and kissed him. We both got up to rejoin the group in the lounge room. He leaves first, as I look for a robe. I also tease my ass-hole for his cum, lick my fingers then put on a robe and rejoin the other in the lounge-room.
Once again the crowd is around Ana, as I sit back down on the couch. My ass is tender but not sore, as I lift one leg up to feel my tender ass, my knee is near my chin as I do this. I don’t notice that I am being watched, and that the robe reveals my pussy and a tit. One of them came over to me as I was day dreaming. Ivan had told him about our time in the bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted some more. I was getting horny see Ana get fucked, and by myself fiddling with my ass-hole. I nodded yes.
He told me to sit on the couch and to lift both knees to my shoulders and apart, so he could view my pussy. The robe fell off my shoulder while I did this. He passed me a glass of coke, as he just looked at my used pussy. He started stroking my breasts. “Nice” He said. I leaned back into the couch with my hands around my knees, as he now teased my pussy with his tongue. Now a finger went inside. I started moaning as he was definitely warming me up. I liked it too, as I wriggled with excitement. For 5 more minute this guy, fingered me and used his tongue on me. I felt so alive, I wanted to wrap my legs around him and he was bringing to orgasm. Then I let out one huge groan, and I squirt my orgasm all over his face. I collapsed between my knees and looked at him. I gave him a cheeky grin. So he did back to me.
I then released my grip on my knees and let legs sink on down the couch. I eagerly reached for his cock, and put his knob in my mouth. He watches me and smoothes the top of my head. He pulled his cock from my mouth and kissed me passionately. Once again I found my legs apart as he started to lick my pussy out again. It was a bit tender, but I liked it. He used his fingers again and I was beginning to get that thrill back again. He again made me cum, but this time as I cum he thrust his cock inside my pulsating pussy. Oh god it felt good, as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders as thrust deep inside me. I groaned loud, but I didn’t care. I had since lost interest in what was happening to Ana, I was lost in my little world now.
After 15 minutes in this position, he repositioned me into a doggy style position and fucked me from behind, forcing me into the couch. He began pounding into my pussy from behind, calling a “Sharmata” several times. As he fucked me he gave my butt cheeks a few decent whacks that did sting a fair bit. Then he stopped, and he motioned me to suck his cock again. As I knelt down to take his cock in my mouth, he took my hands away from his cock and placed his behind my head. He was in fact controlling me. He now forced my head to his groin until my nose was buried in his pubes. Lucky this wasn’t my first time, a cock today had been forced in beyond my gag reflex. By forcing my head into his groin with his hand behind my head, he was now face-fucking me. He yelled out harder, suck harder. My lips now bobbed up and down his shaft, as he forced the rhythm. Until he was about to cum, that’s when he forced me down his 6-7 inch length. He released his grip once he realized I was almost passing out. Tears were running down my face and drool out my mouth, but I gave an elated giggle. I then noticed he had a friend standing nearby watching. I licked my lips and scooped drool and cum inside my mouth, then smiled and took a sip of my glass of coke. “I’m Bashir, call me Bash” He finally said to me. He then squeezed a nipple, as I told him my name and then he introduced Kal. We both collapse momentarily on the carpet, chuckling.
I looked up and saw Kal, and he had tube of lube in his hand. I knew what I was in for soon. I was motioned to get on all fours on the carpet, with my shoulders down, bum up, legs apart. I was buzzing. I could feel him breathing heavily as he applied the gel to my ass. Then I felt at least 2 fingers squeeze in my ass-hole. He noticed the fresh cum deposit as he did so. He showed Bash, and they chuckled. Then he applied more, but this time he started fucking my ass with his fingers. My ass was getting used to it, and wasn’t fighting back now. Ok he said, and Bash flipped me on to my back with Kal’s fingers still inside my ass. Bash leant down and licked my clit, it felt electric. I almost stiffen up by it, with Kal still fucking my ass with his fingers. I was mumbling, I liked this and they knew it too. Then they stopped and let me relax a little.
I was then reposition like before, shoulders down and bum up. Then I felt Kal’s knob near my entrance, and it slid straight in one go. I mumbled a groan. Kal put his hands on my hips, and then started fucking me in the ass. He slapped my buttocks as he did so. I moaned and groan as he fucked me. Bash grabbed me by the hair, and spoke that word “Sharmata” again and again. After about 15 minutes, Kal stopped, but it was only to put more lube on his cock. Then he went back too pounding my ass. 10 more minutes and I felt like I was about to orgasm, but it was Kal who cum in my ass, with a deep thrust and a loud grunt. He then pulled out and lay on his back, panting. I too rolled on to my back, but only to rub my clit until I reached orgasm. I smiled at Kal, he smiled back. He leaned over a kissed me.
I was now lying on my back with my eyes shut, thinking of when I should go home. When I opened my eyes, there were 2 tall muscular guys look at me and smiling at me. One of them was Kaz, but the other I didn’t know. His name was Rafiq or Rafi as they called him.
One of them broke the silence, by saying how hot I looked and wanted to know if I could take them both on. I lifted my head and leaned on my elbows, while on my back, and I looked up puzzled. “What do you mean?” I finally said. They meant double penetration, which I hadn’t done in ages. I agreed to have a go. One last encounter before I head home would be good. A chill went in my stomach, as I stared at the strange guy (Rafi) and his huge cock. It must have been 8-9 inches and quite thick, Kaz’s was big but not that big.
Kaz had the lube in his hand and was applying it to his cock. Kaz then sat on the couch and motioned me to sit on his lap. Which I did and he cupped my tits as he kissed the back of my neck. He then lifted me up off him briefly, only for him to poke his cock around my ass-hole’s entrance. Which he slowly slid it in my hole, I then slowly pushed down on his cock and down on his lap. The effect was that his cock went deeper inside my ass. I groaned as it bottomed out inside me, but it was a good groan. He held me by the hips, and then started lifting me up and down off his lap. Until I took control of the rhythm and was bouncing on his lap as his cock, went in and almost out of my ass-hole. My tits bounced all over the place, as I set the pace. This felt so hot. Rafi was either watching us or glimpsing over and looking at Ana. She now was spent and lurched over the bench, still getting fucked but she looked like the bench was holding her up now. Kaz was getting very excited now, he was holding my hips and thrusting in harder. I was screaming, and started rubbing my pussy. He grunted and filled my ass with his hot cum. Then he slowly slipped his cock out of my ass. Then he hugged me.
I then lean forward to take Rafi’s cock in my mouth. It’s was so big and thick I can’t get it all in. I tried my best though, until he has enough. Kaz now stands up and lifts me off him, and then lies on the carpet. Rafi lifts me astride and lowers my pussy onto Kaz’s cock and inside it and facing Kaz. I kiss Kaz as Rafi gets behind me and starts trying to slide his big fat cock inside my recently used ass-hole. I scream in pain as his cock seems to rip its way inside my ass-hole. I pant and carry on like I never have before. I swear several times. This was so fucking painful, as he finally bottomed out inside my ass-hole. Tears of pain run down my face, and I mumble a few words but then I let out a small giggle as I look into Kaz’s eyes. He in turn laughs. I closed my eyes and began to try to breathe slowly. Rafi now started to slid his cock out of me, then back all the way in, then back out and back in. I panted, but was starting to get used to his size, but it still hurt. Kaz just lay there trying to fuck me but could only stretch up and down. All Kaz’s thrusts depended on Rafi’s motion inside my ass-hole. While they were getting ready to double pen me, I now had an audience. Some guy I think Bash offered me his cock that was recently inside Ana to suck clean. While everyone was settling inside me, I sucked this cock not knowing whose it was. Kaz had the best view and commented on it being hot seeing me suck, while perched underneath.
Now was the time for the pain to begin. Rafi thrust forward then back out, then back in, until he built up a decent rhythm. I spat Bashir’s cock out of my mouth as I needed to grit my teeth from pain. I grunt and groin and pant, from all the strain of Rafi’s fat cock in my ass and Faz’s cock rubbing against my clit. I was now getting used to Rafi’s size, and was beginning to really get on being totally stuffed. When Rafi began pounding into me and the pressure, caused me to push down from being fucked in the ass, made my clit constantly rub against Kaz’s cock. All this caused me to orgasm, and gee it was good. I relaxed and let it overwhelm me. I screamed out loud as my eyes rolled in the back of my head and tears of pleasure run out of my eyes. My body shook with electricity and my legs felt like jelly. I collapsed on top of Faz. Rafi tried picking me up, but I was still buzzing.
When I got my composure back, we continued but I was all giddy. I reached for Bashir’s cock and started sucking it, as Rafi began pummeling my ass again. This time I was beyond pain, and was in a state of ecstasy. I could hear Rafi’s loud grunting as I sucked on Bashir’s cock. It made me smile, because I knew he was going to cum soon. Rafi was now really pounding my ass now, thrusting into with violent strokes. Kaz couldn’t move but the sheer force of Rafi’s thrust, made his cock go in and almost out of my wet pussy. I was concentrating on milking Bashir’s cock to care. Rafi yelled out, the he’s cumming. I could feel him go rigid as he slammed one final time inside my ass-hole and stayed there. This must have turn Bashir one heaps as his cock spasm and not long after, I had his cum in my mouth. He pulled out quickly and drool of saliva and cum dropped on to Faz’s face and neck. I still got my share of cum in my mouth as I showed Bash, he laughed. Then I swallowed it. Rafi pulled out and I felt empty, my ass-hole twitched and dribble cum out. Now Faz on the bottom started now trying to fuck me, as Rafi showed his mates the gaping hole that was my ass-hole. He stretched my ass cheeks and cum leaked out and on to Faz’s balls, and my as-hole felt sore too. I rubbed drool and cum into my tits, and giggled at Rafi, Bashir and Karrah. Then Faz rolled me over on to my back and started fucking my pussy, as I played with my tits. I was a very happy girl right now. Faz began to ram into me, as I lay on my back on the carpet in pleasure. I was rubbing my tits and licking my lips, with my eyes closed. Faz gripped my hands behind my head and slammed in a final time, as I felt his cock cum inside. We tongue tickled each other in a sexy way. Faz then collapsed on top of me. When he finally rolled of and out of me, I hadn’t noticed while all this went on, that Karrah and Drogan were jacking off above me. They squirt their cum on to my face and upper body. I licked what I could off my face and rubbed the rest into my tits, I even tried to lick my tits by holding them to my face.
I tried to get up but couldn’t. The boys all looked spent and Ana now was slumpt on the ground near the bench. Looks like she passed out and the boys creamed all over her. I couldn’t stand up, so I crawled on all fours to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and then hunched over and slipped into the spa. I stayed in it for what felt like forever. I felt my ass while I was in it and it was oh so tender. I grabbed a robe and cover myself up. I gingerly walked around looking for what was left of my clothes, bag and sandals. I found only my skirt, sandals and bag only.
It was now 4pm. As I walked out of the bathroom quite gingerly and tenderly, I came back into the lounge room and hugged and thanked everyone. I told Karrah that today was fun, but I think I will sleep for a week now. He took my number and I his, for future events. I also told him, to get everyone tested for bad bugs and he said they do that regularly. I kissed him and called myself a taxi from his phone. The taxi driver had a creepy smirk on his face, as he dropped me home. I hope to have more fun with my new Lebanese friends soon, but I need time to recover now.
It’s been almost a week, I am still not walking without some pain, and await results from HIV test Friday week. |
Title: 2011.06.03 Birthday
Tags: True Story, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Group Sex, Interracial, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Toys, Voyeurism
Introduction:
Birthday foursome
Content:
##Ke, Nivagi, and Stsm are all my girlfriends. This is what they did for my birthday.##
Last Friday was my birthday, so I took the day off and slept in with Stsm. I was depressed and tired, so I opted to cancel my daytime plans and just stay in and try to get things accomplished. Later Stsm and I went out to dinner with Erma, Ke, Mira, and Nivagi. Afterwards we went to Maggie Moo’s for ice-cream, and sat around outside for a while talking about sex and Star Wars. When it got late Erma and Mira each headed home, and Ke, Nivagi and Stsm came over to my apartment to spend the night.
Part of my day was pretty stressful, so when I got home I asked Ke, Nivagi and Stsm to give me a massage. Stsm asked if I wanted a regular massage or a “special massage”… amused and curious, I chose “special.” The three of them had Ke straddle my back and massage my shoulders while they pretended to massage my legs as a precursor to their real plan – tying me up and giving me birthday spankings.
Smiling and entertained, I let them tie my feet and cuff my wrist to the bed, playing along that I didn’t know what they were doing. Once bound, the three of them took turns caning, paddling, and spanking my ass, laughing at how red it got so fast. I told them to smack all they wanted, but to keep in mind they’d be getting the same once I was free. They contemplated leaving me tied up to prevent that, but settled on distracting me instead.
Once they released me and turned me over, Nivagi started going down on me, joined soon by Ke. The two of them licked and sucked me while Stsm watched, and then Nivagi took a break and let Ke focus on me exclusively. Nivagi then took back over, sucking me wonderfully and then entreating the others to join. I told them I wanted a picture of the three of them sucking me at once, so they handed me a flip camera and went to town. I got lots of delicious pictures and video and then set the camera aside.
Ke and Nivagi focused on me while Stsm took pictures, and then Ke laid the other way in her panties to watch as Nivagi sucked me more. I pulled Ke’s panties aside to caress her pussy while enjoying Nivagi’s blow job. Nivagi then climbed up and mounted me, riding my cock up and down while I touched Ke and Stsm took more pics. Nivagi felt magnificent and looked amazing sliding up and down on my bare cock, but I held off coming since I wanted to fuck my other two girlfriends as well.
Nivagi slid off my cock and cleaned me up with her mouth before Ke took her turn. When she dismounted, we paused to get up and find Nivagi’s double-ended dildo, which she’d bought a long time ago but never used. I lay back down and Ke climbed on. Ke’s pussy felt marvelous and she grinded and bucked on my hard dick until she came. Nivagi tried using the dildo on Stsm while I was fucking Ke, but it wasn’t a good fit and so she waited to try it with Ke.
Ke slid off me and lay butt to butt with Nivagi. We got lube, and Ke and Nivagi worked the dildo into their cunts, fucking each other with the toy for the first time. It took a few attempts for them to get the right angle since they’d never tried this before, but theyquickly figured it out and soon both girls were moaning and squirming next to us as Stsm climbed on top of me. Stsm rode me while we watched Ke and Nivagi, enjoying the feel, sights, and sounds of the four of us together on the bed.
I turned Stsm over and fucked her from behind. From this position I could admire Stsm’s beautiful body as I watched the girls fucking next to me. I found a good angle and enjoyed the sensation of Stsm coming around me over and over. As long as I kept ramming, Stsm help coming, so I held her hips and slammed into her nonstop. I eventually rotated her around so she could watch Ke and Nivagi while I fucked her, and Stsm kissed Ke before hunkering down to focus on my thrusts.
After making Stsm cum several more times, we took a break and just lay on the bed to watch Ke and Nivagi fuck. Stsm moved down my body to go down on me, sucking her cum off my cock while I alternated between watching my dick disappear into Stsm’s mouth, and the double-ended dildo disappear into Ke and Nivagi’s grinding pussies. The combined sensations and visuals started to prove too much for me, and Stsm signaled she wanted me to cum in her mouth.
Stsm made other motions, and I caught on to what she was up to (though she may have had to pause to whisper part of the plan). She stepped up her efforts, and I leaned back, enjoying the feel of her hand and mouth on my shaft while Ke and Nivagi writhed lewdly next to us on the bed. Strangely enough, now that I was ready to cum, it still took a while to work up to it –I’d been fucking so long that I’d reached a pleasure plateau. Stsm, however, was up to the task of shattering it.
Working double-time on my cock, Stsm broke through the barrier and was rewarded with a mouthful of semen as I erupted between her lips and ejaculated several hours’ worth of built-up desire. Stsm smiled up at me, maintaining my explosion in her mouth without swallowing as she moved to where Nivagi lay on her back, dildo buried in her hot cunt. Stsm leaned down and kissed Nivagi deeply, passing my cum into her mouth. Nivagi moaned in surprised pleasure, accepting my cum happily.
Nivagi immediately pulled off the dildo and moved up to kiss Ke, transferring my cum into her mouth next. Ke moaned in delight and swallowed my cum, kissing Nivagi deeply. We all kissed and snuggled, and I took pictures of my lovely girlfriends cuddled up nude on my bed. Ke and Nivagi talked about how much they enjoyed their first experience with a double-ended dildo, and vowed to get a longer one for next time. I told them I’d buy them one if they did their initial experimentation in my presence. =)
Nivagi and Stsm got ready to sleep, while Ke planned to head home – she needed to stay up all night to keep her work schedule, and wasn’t sure there was room for four to sleep comfortably anyway.
Before Ke left, however, I kneeled by the bed and went down on her until she came. She kissed Nivagi, Stsm and I goodbye, and headed home while I nestled in with my two other girlfriends to sleep. I definitely had a wonderful birthday night. |
Title: 2011 summer break
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
This is what happen one summer a long time ago.
Content:
What I am going to share happened the summer on 2011. At that time, I was 36 and divorced. I have a young sister who has three boys. I live on a beach in Florida and had gotten the house I had worked so hard on when I got divorced. Two of my sisters’ boys who were a bit older was invited to spend the summer in England while on summer break from college. The young boy, who was in high school, was a bit bummed from staying home in Ohio for the summer. So, I invited him down for the summer. What young man would pass on the offer to spend the summer on a beach?
I am going to refer to my sister son as Matt. Matt and my sister were met by me at the airport. They both spent the weekend with me while we got Matt settled into my guest room. Matt and I dropped my sister off at the airport Sunday afternoon.
For the next week I would go to work and when I got home Matt would be either on the beach, or, in my basement playing video games. My basement is divided into to two rooms split with a wall that has a pass-through bar. On one side of my basement is a large room with a pool table, small card table, a few chairs, and a couch. On the other side is a small room with a table, chairs, refrigerator, and a bar.
One evening at dinner Matt asked, “Aunt Kim, would be ok if I moved into the basement and used the pull-out bed on the couch? I would have more room, plus I could play my video games anytime I want.” I said it would be fine.
A few nights later I need a bottled water and went down stairs trying not to make a noise, so I wouldn’t wake Matt. I keep a few cases of bottled water in the basement refrigerator. As I went down the stairs slowly I could here Matt was up watching a movie. I was shocked when I realized he was watching porn. I froze there on my stairs for a moment, then slowly turned around and went back up to my room.
The next day all I thought about was my sister’s son watching porn. I myself have always been ok with porn, I am not some prude. I then wondered if he was playing with himself.
The next night I could not sleep. I had to go spy on him. I just had to know what was going on. In my mind I laughed as for an instant I imagined myself dressed-up like a member of SEAL team six. As I slowly went down the stairs I was excited that I could here something going on. As I approached the pass-through bar in the wall I could see through the doors which can be swung shut when the bar is not in use. I leaned forward and looked between the two doors and saw his computer on and a video playing of a guy getting a handjob. I then tilted my head, so I could see Matt and there on the fold out bed was Matt holding and stroking his penis. My heart jumped, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. To me, his dick looked about average, but thick. I am not sure what happened to me, but I got very nervous and went back upstairs. As I laid in bed I got so horny. I went to my closet and in an old suitcase retrieved one of my favorite rubber dildo’s. It is about 8” long and has big rubber balls. I was so wet it slid in without any effort. I laid there and fucked myself for about 20 minutes until I had strong orgasm. As I laid there breathing hard I heard something in the house. I thought maybe Matt had gotten up. I quickly removed the dildo and placed it under a pillow. I got up and put a robe on and walked out into the hallway and saw nor heard anything. I turned the light on and went to my bathroom. As I walked back to my bedroom and noticed something on my black carpet. I knelt down and looked at it, then noticed some on my bedroom door. I touched it and rubbed it between my fingers, then smelt it. “Holy Shit” I said, it was semen. I felt light headed for a second. My god, Matt must have watched me masturbate. He jerked off and came on my bedroom door. I must have not closed it all the way.
The next morning, I wondered how Matt would act. He was asleep when I left for work.
When I got home I found Matt out back laying in the sun. I asked him if burgers on the grill would be ok for dinner. He said that would be great. I was happy there was no weirdness in the air.
The next night in bed, I could not sleep. My mind was racing with the fact Matt had watched me play with myself with my toy and jerked off. I was also surprised by how wet I got thinking about it. As I laid there I heard something in the hallway. My heart jumped, could Matt be back to watch again? I started to shake but had to play I was asleep. As I laid there I heard my door open a little. Then I heard him walk back down stairs. I waited about five minutes and then ventured down stairs. Again, I found myself spying through the doors at the bar. Matt had porn playing and I was shocked as it was of a college aged boy fucking a mature woman doggy style. I then peaked more around the door and saw Matt stroking his penis. I had a much better view. This time I would say his penis was bigger then I thought. I would guess 7-8 inched, and like I said earlier, thick. In then heard him grown a he climaxed. 4-5 long strings of cum squirted from his engorged head. It had been so long since I had seen a man cum.
The next morning, I was surprised to see Matt up. I asked him if he wanted breakfast and he said he was starved. As we had breakfast I asked him, “So, you meet any cute girls yet on the beach?”.
Matt actually blushed a little and said, “Not really, girls are not into a nerd like me.”
“What are you talking about Matt” I said, “You are a cool kid, I bet girls would love to meet you.” Matt just blushed and said, “I am scared of the rejection, maybe one day”. I just smiled at him and could tell he was actually very shy.
About 7:30 that night the neighbor’s walked over and asked if we wanted any oranges they had picked. Matt and I love fresh oranges and took all they would offer. My neighbors are nice retired couple who moved from Chicago. Darren ask Matt if he had ever fished from the shore? Matt had not and the two went to fetch the fishing gear. Jenny and I were sitting watching the sun getting lower and decided to have some wine. Around 10:30 Darren and Jenny left, and I needed a shower, plus, I was a bit drunk. I said goodnight to Matt and went upstairs. Laying in bed after my shower I was so horny. Now, I have no idea why I did what I did next, but… I went and got my toy, left the small light on which sat on a small table in the corner of my room, and then made sure my bedroom door was open about 3 inches.
I got into bed on top of my covers and pulled my t-shirt off and slid my panties off. I am very fit, 5’-6 128 pounds, and perfect “purchased” breasts. I am not ashamed of my breast enhancements, but very proud of them. I started squeezing my right breast and playing with my clit when I heard something in the hallway. My heart raced as I knew I was going to put on s show for my nephew. I then rubber the dildo up and down my opening, then slid it in slowly and deep. I could feel the rubber balls touching my ass. I started fucking myself fast with the dildo and I then heard a grunt from the hallway. I was mortified as Matt was actually in my doorway with his dick in hand and then ran out and down the hallway. He had actually pushed my door open a bit and was standing in the doorway watching.
I laid there on my bed having no idea what to do. Needless to say, I did not sleep much that night.
The next morning, I could hear Matt was up in the kitchen, I was really nervous what to do. I walked downstairs, and he was sitting at the kitchen table. I walked in and smiled, and Matt said, “Aunt Kim, can we talk?”
I said, “Of course.”
Matt turned real red and said, “I am so sorry about last night, please don’t tell my mom I was being a creeper.”
I smiled and said, “Matt, your fine. I was a bit startled also, but you’re a young man that has his urges, no worries, and I would never share something like that with your mom.”
Matt looked up and said, “I just think you are so beautiful, and I have never seen a real girl before.” I just smiled and told him to forget it.
A week went by and Matt was acting normal and I locked my door anytime I played with myself. On evening I was watching TV when Matt came inn and sat down in the chair next to me. Matt seemed nervous and then said, “Aunt Kim, can I ask you something?” I said, “Of course, anything.” “This is going to be really weird.” Matt said.
“Ok, go on.” I said getting a bit nervous.
“Well, when a comet goes by it might only happen once every 500 years, and you may only have one chance to ever see it.” Matt shudders.
“Ok” I said.
“I mean, what if you have a chance to do something, but don’t have the guts to tell someone.” Matt was really turning red, and I was now wondering what the hell was he talking about.
Matt then said, “Well, you said you would never tell my mom about what happened, and, well, can I see your boobs and maybe touch them?”
To say I was shocked is an understatement. I had no idea what to say, I did not want to make my nephew feel rejected. I said, “Isn’t the porn you watch enough?”
Matt said, “It’s not real and, hey, how do you know I watch porn?”
I was caught and had no idea what to say.
Matt then said, “You were watching me, I knew I heard you.”
I must have blushed, and he said, “See, you’re a creeper also. I said,
“Matt, that’s not nice to say, you are not a creeper, and I am not a creeper.”
Matt says, “yep, you watched me. Please, I have never touched a girl, its not like I want to kiss you, that would be weird.”
I said to Matt, “Follow me.” Matt and I want down stairs to the basement (no windows) and I stood by the pool table and took my shirt off and as I undid my bra said, “You speak of this to no one, I could get in a lot of trouble. I then let my bra fall to the floor. Matt turn deep red and started breathing very hard. He looked up at me and then stepped closer. He reached out and touched my right breast. He was so gentle, like he was going to hurt it. I said” You can be firmer.” He then took his other hand and grabbed my left breast. I was surprised at how fast I became wet and was very nervous about it. Matt then leaned in and took my right nipple in his mouth. It felt so good, and my nipple quickly hardened to the point it hurt a little. I let him play with my breast for about five minutes and then told him it was best if we stop. I then went upstairs, locked my door, got out the biggest dildo I own, which is 12” and black, and fucked myself silly. I also got my anal plug out and had that in my butt. I had a wonderous orgasm.
A few days pasted by and we spoke nothing about what happened. I could not believe what I had let happen. Was I crazy? I had not been this horny for years. Each night I would get my toys out and work up bigger and bigger orgasms.
Friday night we had the neighbors over for BBQ. We all finished off two bottles on wine, except for Matt, he had his root beer. Around 11 after they had left Matt asked me if we could talk again. I thought, “Oh Boy, what now?”
Matt said, “This is going to be really weird Aunt Kim, so just hear me out.”
“Ok, just say what you want to, I can always say no.” I said with a smile.
“Well, here is what I was thinking, and this, well, its, weird.” Matt turned a bit flush. “You know I have zero experience with a girl. And making out with you would be very strange, and making love would be even weirder. But they have sex dolls that a guy can play with and get experience with.”
I interrupted and said, ”You want to buy one?”
Matt laughed and said, “No way, they are like $10,000” He took a deep breath and said, “I want you to pretend to be a sex doll. Just lay down nude and let me touch you.”
I thought this was the weirdest thing I had ever heard.
Matt then said, “You could put on your sleep mask so I can’t see you, and you can’t see me, and just let me explore you.”
My heart starts pounding, what do I say, what should I do? This is entering into the world of crazy. I said, “Matt, I am not sure that this would be the best thing. I am not sure it would be as good as you think it would be.”
“You just have to lay there, we could agree on a signal or word if it feels to weird, or I go to far.”
I look down as I am a bit embarrassed and say, “So you just want me to go into my room, undress, and lay on my bed with my sleep mask on.”
“It would be a way for me to know a girls body, and might help me one day when I have girlfriend.”
“I don’t know Matt, be honest, what do you want to do to me?”
“I don’t know, touch your boobs, you know, suck them, and play with your private parts. And, well, uh, put my dick between your boobs.”
“Oh my god, he wants to titty fuck my breast. My ex did that al the time.” I thought, and said, “Look Matt, let me think about it.”
Three days later I had gone to happy hour with some friends from work. I took a uber home as I was pretty close to being trashed. I walked in and could here Matt down stairs playing video games. I went and took a shower. In the shower I realized I was so horny. I know it was late, but I wanted my toy in me. I have no idea what happened no my sanity, but I had an idea. Keep in mind, I was drunk.
I got out of the shower and got my toy with a bottle of lube, laid on my bed, and put on my sleep mask and yelled for Matt to come up stairs. I could hear him walking up the stairs and then down the hall and I heard him gasp and stand there. I was trembling. I then whispered, “If I say no, then you have to stop.” I heard Matt walk around the room and could tell he was gazing at my nude body. I then felt the bed shift as he climbed on my King size bed. I wanted to be his sex doll, so I tried to be lifeless. Matt started squeezing my breast and sucking my nipples. He then grabbed my left knee and opened my legs. This startled me as I never planned for him to open my legs. I then felt him touch my clit which made me twitch. I could tell he had no idea what he was doing and was fumbling around. Then I felt him slide a finger into my very wet opening. He then entered two and was pumping his fingers in and out. I am not sure why I did not stop him, and I think he felt the same way. I then felt him shift around on the bed a bit and wondered what he was doing, with him now on my left side I felt something at my opening. I then felt Matt slide my toy deep into me. He started to pump it in and out. I tried very hard not to move or act like I was getting into it. Then something really weird happened, Matt climbed between my legs and start acting like he was fucking me, but with my dildo in me. I have to say it really turned me on. Matt then took my dildo out of me and for a brief second of terror I thought he was going to put his dick in me. He then climbed on me and start rubber his very hard dick against my breast, then he squeezed my boobs together and started titty fucking me. I always loved my ex doing this to me. As Matt pumped I felt him touch my lips with his penis. As he did this he would touch it more and more. Matt then stopped and slid forward and used his finger to pull my chin down and put his penis in my mouth. He pumped a few times and quickly withdrew it and I then felt squirt after squirt of warm cum on my lips, face and in my hair.
Matt got up and whispered, “Oh Shit, I am sorry aunt Kim.” I then heard him leave the room. If it had not been for my sleep mask I would have Matts cum in my eyes. He came everywhere.
Matt and I went on about our normal lives for 3 days.
I was watching TV when Matt entered the room. All had been normal, and we hand not spoken a word about the other night. Matt walked up and handed me a note and walked of with a red face. The note said, “Can you be my sex doll again?” I sat there and thought about it and wondered if this thing had gotten out of hand. I have to admit, it was very strange, but, I liked being his subject to explore sex with.
I went upstairs, undressed, put my sleep mask on, and laid on my bed with my legs wide open.
I heard Matt come up the stairs and stand near me. I could hear his clothing coming off and falling to the floor. He then climbed on top of me and just laid there. He was hard and starts dry humping my pubic region. As he pumped I got very wet. I know this was all crazy, my sister’s son on top of me with our naked bodies skin to skin.
Matt then started sucking my nipples, this went on for around five minutes, he then slide down my body and start kissing all around my trimmed opening. Since I was 15 I have always kept myself clean shaven. Matt then made me twitch as he licked my opening and started pushing his tongue into me. I was in absolute heaven.
What happened next was so hot, but made me so nervous. Matt then climbed up my body and I felt the rubber feeling of a penis touching me. He was breathing very hard. He then started rubbing his penis head up and down my opening. I was getting really close to cumming when I heard Matt grown and then felt sharp squirts against my vaginal lips. Matts heavy breathing slowed. I was happy he did not put it in me, but was also sad, as a part of me would have loved to known how this young mans big dick would have felt all the way in me. I then felt Matt climb off me, gather his cloths, and leave my room.
I got up and went into my bathroom to clean up. His semen was everywhere. I got a mirror to look at myself and saw his semen all over me. I am not afraid of getting semen in me as I had my tubes tied a long time ago. I am amazed at how thick and white a young mans cum is. I took my finger and got a glob on it and sucked it off my finger. It was perfect. I love the taste of semen.
Two nights later I wondered where Matt was and snuck down stairs and spied him jerking off. I fingered myself as I watched him stroke that magnificent dick. I could just see the screen of his computer but could tell he was jerking off to a woman that looked to be in her 40’s. As he came he groaned and said, “do you feel it in you aunt Kim?” I was shocked but turned on a little. He was really fantasizing about having sex with me.
I went upstairs and fucked myself with my big rubber black dick. I was so horny I took my smaller dildo and pushed it deep into my butt. I woke up later wet and in bed with my toys. I must have had three orgasms.
The next morning, I was making breakfast and Matt came in and sat down. He seemed a bit down and I asked him want was going on. Matt looked out the sliding glass door at the ocean and said, “I wish girls noticed me and looked at me like other boys.”
I looked at Matt and smiled, then said, “Girls like guys that make them laugh, sure, we like the cute ones, and your cute, but girls like guys that are fun.”
“I guess, I always hear about girls liking fun guys, but I am a nerd, and girls don’t like nerds. I am just screwed.”
“Oh Matt, you re not just a nerd, but nerds are the ones when your older which the girls like. They are smart, have money, and are always fun.”
Matt looks at Kim and says, “I guess, this summer has turned out to be crazy.” He then smiled and looked down and said, “Plus, it’s a summer I will never forget.”
“You know, you can’t ever tell anyone about this summer, and I mean anyone, ever.”
“I know, I will never say a thing.” Matt says with a smile in his face.
Nothing happened for the next two weeks. Matt spent much of his time on the beach, or downstairs jerking off. I just laid in bed at night playing with myself. I was so confused if I wanted to be his sex doll, or if I was a bad person for even considering it.
Friday night came around and Matt and I watched a movie and had nacho’s. After I cleaned up and said good night Matt walked up and left a note on the kitchen counter. He walked out and I read the letter. All it said was, “Tonight?”
I went upstairs and undressed. I laid on my bed and covered my eyes with my sleep mask. A few minutes went by and I then heard Matt enter my room. I heard him wrestle with his cloths. I then felt him climb on the bed. I started to tremble as he touched my breast. Matt than sat on my stomach and played with my breast. He then reached between my legs and slide his fingers in with one hand and he squeezed my breast with his other hand.
I am not sure if it was from Matt watching his porn, but Matt then started rubbing my clitoris. I felt quickly flush and knew an impending orgasm was on its way. My body then shuttered, and my body was hit with a very powerful orgasm. I arched my back up lifted Matt a bit of the bed. I could tell as I as came down I surprised Matt. He sat on my stomach motionless.
As I gathered my breath Matt then slide down my body and proceeded to go down on me. And again, I felt the quick rise of another orgasm racing from my depths. I groaned and yelled as this orgasm raced through me making my toes curl. As I came down I felt Matt climb on me. I knew he was going to dry hump me until he cums. I felt his hard dick rubbing my pubic bone, and every few humps I felt his head touch my lips.
Matt then laid flat on top of me and took a deep breath. I knew he was about to cum, but he just laid there. I wondered if he had gotten close and was trying to make it last. Matt then slid down a little and I felt the head of his dick at my opening. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I was frozen and could not move, nor, did I know what to do. Matt then took another deep breath and slowly proceed to push and nudged me. He was trying to get it in but had no idea how to. He nudged a few more times and then his head entered me a little. I gasped, and I think it scared him. He pushed and nudged and then with very slight resistance he enter me until his pubic bone pushed hard against mine. I then felt a slight touch of his balls against my ass.
Matt just laid on top of me, penetrating me as deep as his dick would go. He did not thrust, but slightly rocked, no, he grinded a slow humping action. I had not felt that full and penetrated for a long time. Matt’s body became very ridged and I felt his dick get very stiff and start throbbing, and I felt the welcome pulsing knowing a man was filling me with his seed. I just about orgasmed from the pulsing.
Matt breathing slowed down, and then he withdrew his wonderful dick. I laid there, with the cool air on my body, and nude. Matt left the room and I took my sleep mask off. I sat up and was at a loss for words what I saw. I could see all the semen which was oozing out of me. How could such a young man have that much in him. I was so totally turned on and had no idea what to think, what to do, or even how to behave. For reasons I will never understand, using my finger I fished out as much cum as I could from my vagina and ate all I could. I loved the smell and taste of his semen.
I laid back on my bed, legs slightly open, and wonder what I had just done. My sister’s boy just fucked me and left his semen in me. I was excited, but very nervous if he ever told anyone. My mind was stuck in a loop of remembering what it felt like to have him on me and cum in me without ever really thrusting into me. How a young man can be so excited that he cums from just being in a woman is exciting to me.
I got up the next morning and could still feel the crusty feeling of dried semen on my vagina. I have so many mixed thoughts on what I had just done.
The next afternoon I took off work early so Matt and I could go out boating with the neighbors. We all had a great time and was just enjoying the ocean. I could not help to look at Matt and see he was just a boy who was trying to figure out life. He was cute, there is no doubt about that, but he would be a good catch for some high school girl.
About 9:30 we had gotten settled back in and were just hanging out. Matt then asked, “Aunt Kim, can I ask you a few personal questions?”
“Sure, what ever you want.” I said with a smile.
“Well, do girls, I mean. Dang.” There was a pause. “Do girls really like oral sex, on a guy? On my videos they seem to really enjoy it, and act like they love to swallow.”
“Well I guess it depends on the girl. I know many that really enjoy it, they feel like they are in charge. I know I do. And as far as swallowing. There’s not really any other thing to do at that point if the guys starts to cum in your mouth.”
“Ok, cool, thanks.” Matt said and turned a little red and then said, “Well, good night.” Matt then got up and went down stairs.
Three days went by and we just went about enjoying the summer. I was so horny but never wanted to be the one who instigated anything.
The next Saturday afternoon Matt came up from down stairs and handed me a note and turn and walked fast back down stairs. The note said, “In 5 minutes come down stairs, I hope you understand, if not, I am ok.” I could not begin to imagine what he was up to.
I waited five minutes and proceed down the stairs. The basement was dark, but sitting on the couch was Matt, nude except with a homemade blindfold on. He was erect, and it hit me what he wanted. A blowjob.
I was frozen again. I had no idea what to do. I was aroused as he has a magnificent dick. A perfectly shaped one with a hard shaft and a big mushroom shaped head. I started to tremble but walked towards him. I knelt down and then onto my hands and knees and approached him. I put my hand on his leg and he jerked a bit. My other hand grasped his very erect shaft. I started pumping it and wetness grew between my legs. I leaned forward and took his head in my mouth. His head is big and I struggled with getting it easily into my mouth. I then clamped my lips down on his shaft and proceed to take as much as I could into my mouth and pushed it against the entrance of my throat. As I bobbed up and down for a few seconds his head swelled and his body lifted up a little and my mouth was instantly greeted with squirt after squirt of warm semen. There was a lot and I was having a hard time getting his dick head positioned so I could start swallowing. After what seemed to be six or seven heavy squirts it slowed down to just some oozing. I slide my lips up his shaft being careful not to lose a drop.
I sat back and finished swallowing. He still had some semen oozing from his head which I then licked off and put his dick back into my mouth and sucked hard trying to get every drop. I just loved having his very hard dick in my mouth. I then got up and walked up stairs. About 10 minutes later Matt came up and said he was going to the beach, like nothing had happened. I wonder if he has any idea how lucky he was getting this type of treatment.
I was getting ready for work when my sister called and asked how everything was going. It was really strange telling her how much fun we were having. There were only two weeks left before she would pick him up.
Not much happened over the next week. Matt had been spending a lot of time on the beach and was hanging out more with the local kids. Last night Matt went to the movies with his new friends.
Saturday afternoon I was doing some laundry when Matt walked into the laundry room and left a note on the dryer. It said, “Tonight” with a smiley face. I thought about it and just smiled. I work out at the local gym 4 times a week and wanted to go to the gym this evening but thought I would just go earlier. While at the gym I always finish up with free-weights. When I was lifting weights all I could think about was Matt laying on top of me. I could feel wetness between my legs.
Around 10:30 I got into bed nude, laid back and just waited. Having my sleep mask on and laying there so open makes one feel vulnerable. I then heard Matt stirring in the room. I felt the bed move as he sat next to me. As Matt moved around I could tell he was now hovering over me. I twitched a little as he took my right nipple in his mouth. He sucked my nipple into his mouth making it grow very hard. He then grabbed my other breast and started to squeeze it. I drew very wet with his touch.
Matt then climbed on top of me and nudged his erect dick against my opening. I was growing very wet and I opened my legs a little to allow better access. Matt dick head penetrated me, and after a few pumps he was mashing his pubic bones against me. Matt then stopped and just laid there. The feeling of him inside me was intoxicating. Matt then startled me when he withdrew almost all the way and then forcibly pushed it in hard. Matt then proceeded to lift his weight of me and started thrusting like a wild man. As he thrusted I was growing quickly to a orgasm. I could feel his balls slapping my ass. I was so happy this young man was lasting. Then Matt screamed and drove into me hard smashing my clitoris, this made me explode in an intense orgasm. As my body jerked from my own orgasm I felt Matts dick start twitching and throbbing, and the warm feel of semen filling me sent my own orgasm into a second wave. I wanted to grab his ass and pull him in getting every bit of his dick deep in me.
We laid there for at least 5 minutes. I could still feel him breathing hard while still holding himself up off my body. Matt then laid on me and started humping me. His dick slowly getting harder, and then started sliding in and out again. “Oh my god”, I thought. “He is going to fuck me again”.
Matts speed slowly quickened. His dick was getting fully hard again. I could feel with each thrust he was push his semen out which ran down on to my asshole. Matts thrusts started to pick up a vigorous pace. His breathing quickened and his breath was hot against my ear. Mat instantly stopped and laid there. I thought he was cumming, but I felt nothing. Matt got off me and I wondered what he was doing. Matt grabbed me by the side and rolled me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and tried to left me. It then hit me, he wanted to fuck my doggy style. I complied and lifted up onto my hands an knees. I felt his hands on my waist and he positioned himself behind me. With no effort Matt slide his wonderful dick in my all the way. He went so deep he hit my cervix. It felt so good being that full of dick.
Matt started thrusting and I only wish I was being able to look between my legs and see his shaft and balls pumping me. Matts pace quickened and he then gave 2-3 deep hard thrust and then pushed as deep as he could and released very powerful throbs into me filling me once again.
He held me tight with his hands on my hips pulling against him. As the throbbing subsided he just held me tight. He then leaned forward pushing me down on to my stomach. With his dick still in me he just laid on my back. Once in a while he would grind into me. With me laying face down and Matt on my back he lifted his body up off mine, he then withdrew his dick. The coolness on my vaginal lips made me realize just how wet I was with our juices. Matt laid next to me rubbing my butt and legs.
Then Matt started playing with my wet opening and was smearing our juices around which was weird to me. Matt then poked my anus with his finger. He smeared more of our juices around my hole and slowly slide a finger in. One thing I absolutely love is a man to play with my anus. Matt slowly finger fucked my ass and it got me really turned on, he then slides in another finger, this was really working me up to another orgasm. I then felt Matt working in another finger and he could tell I really liked.
I was so close to cumming I was hoping he would keep going. Then, just as fast as he started he withdrew his fingers. I was saddened that he was done. I felt the bed moving around and knew Matt was getting of the bed. I then heard my dresser drawer open and close. I could not tell what he was doing. I then felt the bed move and knew he had gotten back on. The felt Matt insides of my legs and he parted them a bit. I then could hear Matt was stroking his dick. I was excited when I felt Matts finger start to prob my ass, but I was worried if he would hurt me with no lube, then I felt some pressure and felt something rather large. It hit my like clap of thunder as I felt his dick head inter me and his shaft slide deep in my ass. Matt again just laid on my back. It felt so good having a hard dick in my ass. It has been years since I was properly fucking in the ass. But, how did he slide in so easy? Matt then started humping. Because he had already came so much Matt started fucking me hard and fast, this lasted a long time until I heard him whimper and then push every inch of his dick up deep in my ass. I then felt very clear and defined throbbing and pulsing as he fills my ass with his semen. I did not cum, but got so close I was frustrated he could not just keep pumping for another minute.
Matt laid on my back deep in me for a long time. I had wondered if he had drift asleep. He then lifted up onto his arms and slowly pulled out. Matt got up and left my room. I reached over and grabbed some tissue from my night stand and held it against my ass so I could go to my bathroom. I sat on the toilet and was turned on by how much semen was leaking out of my ass. I pushed like trying to go to the bathroom and more came out. I felt slippery, but where did he get the lube?
I walked back into my bed room and turned on the light. Laying on my bed was my lube. I then look at my dresser and saw Matt had gotten my lube out. How the fuck did that little bastard know where my lube was. Matt must have been going through my drawers when I was out work.
I laid in bed most the night wondering how I could have let this get so out of control. I love the feeling after being fucked, it keeps me wet for hours. But what was I thinking. My Sisters High School son.
For the next few days Matt acted shy but seemed happy. That night I decided to spy on him. I am not sure if he knew I was watching but it was intoxication watching him jerk off. His dick gets so hard. As I have gotten older it is a real turn-off when a man can get hard. I hate having to help a man get hard, but seeing him hard makes me so wet. Undoing his pants and fishing out his hard dick drives me crazy.
Two more days went by when I walked by my bed room going towards my laundry room. I saw a note on the bed. It read, “Tonight”. My heart started to race as I really had to put a stop to this. I knew I had to just tell him know. I sat on my bed thinking how to approach him. I had so many mixed emotions.
I walked back down stairs and could not get out of my mind laying in my bed with my legs open with Matt fucking me. I was losing my mind with lust. I was very wet. I cooked dinner and we ate and Matt acted normal. I could not understand how he could set there eating a burger and fries knowing he may be fucking me in a few hours. I tried two to three times to open my mouth and tell him we needed to stop meeting in my bed.
We finished eating and I started cleaning the dishes when Matt went down stairs. I stood there thinking, “What the fuck am I doing.”
I went up stairs and took a shower. I stood there with the water running down my body. I felt such deep guilt. I shaved and got my body smooth and got out and dried off.
I went to my bed naked and sat. I took a deep breath and reached over and took my sleep mask from my night stand and slide it over my eyes. I then laid back and opened my legs.
I laid there for what seemed a long timer and then heard Matt enter my room. The bed shook as he climbed on. Matt wasted do time grabbing my tits and then sucking my nipples. My body was so turned on and sensitive. Matt the climbed over my leg getting between them. I jumped as he literally drove his face into my pussy. He started kissing and licking my lips. He drove me nuts when he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth. Matt then did something only a skilled lover knows how to do. Matt started licking my clit slowly but with a steadily growing force. I felt deep in me an orgasm growing. I found myself praying he would not stop. Matt started fingering me as he ate my pussy. Once I knew I was past the point of no return I started groaning, and my ass lifted up off the bed.
When my orgasm hit it was earth shattering and very emotional. As I came down I felt like crying it had been so intense. As I laid there breathing very hard and sweating Matt laid on top of me and I felt his dick head penetrate me. Matt fucking me for at least 10 minutes. He would fuck me hard then lay on me. He would fuck me real slow and the stop and lay on me. Matt took his time fucking me. I was I heaven as I laid there with my legs open wide as he thrusted into to me. Matt then did something he had never done, and it startled me big time. Matt started pushing his lips to mine. He started kissing me trying to push his tongue into mine. I had no idea what to do as he thrusted into me. I gave in and opened my mouth and Matts tongue snaked in to mine and we started French kissing deeply. This pushed Matt over the edge and Matt took a few more deep thrust and then sank his dick deep in me and I felt the lovely pulsing and throbbing as he filled me with his semen. Matts body jerked and jerked as he pumped his seed in me. I wanted so bad to wrap my legs around his legs and grab his ass and pull him deeper.
Matt laid on me for a while and then lifted up and withdrew his dick. Sweating and breathing hard I laid there with his semen running out of me. Matt then startled me but again by leaning in and kissing me. Matt and I kissed deeply and he then grabbed my tit and started squeezing me. It drove me nuts to be kissing like a teenager and making out with Matt.
I have to say, the stamina and strength Matt had was really amazing to me. We laid there kissing and him groping my boobs. I then felt what I guessed was Matt jerking off. As he kissed me deeply he started breathing harder. Matt then slide across my body and pushed his dick back deep into me. He felt so stiff and hard all I wanted him to do was fuck me. As he thrusted I thought, “what the hell.” I wrapped my legs around his as he fucked me hard. He did not miss a step. Matt started fucking me so hard he was pounding me into my bed. Matt fucking me vigorously and with his youthful stamina for the next 20 minutes. We ended with Matt thrusting in my as I came on his hard cock. I don’t usually use the word “cock”, but at that moment that’s what is was, a hard cock shooting its cum deep into my womb. I fucking loved it.
Three days later my sister called that she was about to get on the plane to fly down. Matt and I needed to head for the airport as it was about a hour drive. I was really sad I was going to lose my summer lover. I have no idea what happened to me, but as I stood at the front door ready to walk Matt and I to my car, I grabbed Matt by the hand and led him into my front bathroom. I sat on my counter and lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. Matt knew what to do. He dropped his shorts and entered me. Matt fucked me for a few minutes, but we had our eyes locked on each other’s, something we had never done. Matt leaned in and we kissed deeply as he started throbbing and pulsing in me. He then slid out and his cum dripped on my floor. I jumped of the counter and pulled my panties up.
2 hours later when my sister gave me a hug at the airport, I wondered what she would have thought knowing her son’s cum was still in me.
When I got home to my empty house, I was lonely. I then got some cleaner out and went and cleaned up the dried cum which sat on my bathroom floor where Matt had just a few hours earlier fucked me. |
Title: 2013 Ice Storm
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
Horny
Content:
Heather and I had been driving forever it seems, driving from Dallas to Oklahoma City in an ice storm. The highway is icy, traffic is crawling along, every sign post and group of buildings look the same in the dim illumination of the car's headlights. The dreary roads become very ominous once the fuel light starts flashing, I see a motel with a gas station and cafe. The car, as expected, started to stall and finally came to a stop in front of the motel. With a sigh I walked into the lobby and registered for the last available room.
Heather enters the room and I follow her shutting the door and locking it. I walk up behind her, grabbing her from behind wrapping my arm around her waist, whispering in her ear. " I'm so horny." She nods her head yes. My hand slids away from her face to slowly roam down toward the top of her shirt and the exposed skin there. Along the way my fingers lightly trailed their way across her throat's flesh causing a small shiver to run through her. My other arm releases her waist and slids up along her side, those fingers joining the others to dance over her breasts.
She feels her body warming as another shiver runs through her, my touching sending small electrical pulses along her nerves. " Yes, I do like a woman who knows what she likes." I say. My fingers move down to trace along the sides of her breasts through her s and bra before slipping around to the front and back up across the bared tops.
" You are going to be good to me, honey," I tell her. " You're gonna be real good."
Turning to me, she stares into my face, her mouth in a wicked smile. I simply grin mischievously back at her. My fingers begin concentrating all of their attentions to sliding back and forth along the sides of her breasts. While applying soft, firm pressure, enough to make small indentations, they travel from the two mound's back edges out to her nipples again and again. After every couple of passes the pressure I'm applying grows firmer.
I grab the top edge of her shirt with both hands and give it a yank. The garment gives easily under my hands. It rips down the center, rapidly exposing more of her bra and more of her flesh. Cool air blasts against her skin. The suddenness of all this causes Heather to inhale sharply, her breasts heaving with the action. She stares at me lust. " Oh yes," I smile. Following my gaze downward she looks at her breasts. Her nipples poking at her low riding bra's material. I still gripped the shirt and I jerked at it again, ripping it off . Now it laid on the floor, I then quickly unbutton and unzip her jeans sliding them down into a pile on the floor. I return my hands to her breasts. Again applying soft, firm pressure, I trace the edges of her bra, my fingers sliding along her flesh. " Nice," I sigh, watching my own fingers against her exposed flesh. " So nice."
Pushing her hair off her shoulder once more I kiss her shoulder, her neck. I nibble her ear lobe. My lips are light on her skin, my breath warm on her flesh. " What a beautiful woman you are," I whisper in her ear. " So hot and sexy.Just so damn beautiful," I breathe, still staring at her breasts. Heather continues breathing with soft gasps, lust is growing in her eyes. My actions are affecting her. She is loosing her control. She feels a fire smoldering deep inside her and her breathing is growing more shallow. Without thinking she leans her head a little to the side, giving me easier access to her neck and ear. " Oh yeah, don't you worry, honey," I grin. " I'm gonna take real good care of you."
With that my hands reach behind her, grabbing her bra strap. When I give it a hard yank the clasp lets go easily. This time when she inhales sharply her tits slid out from the bra. Cool air licks at her nipples, causing yet another electrically charged shiver in her. Her mouth dropping open just a little. My hands move back to her front where they cup her breasts, my thumbs sliding across her flesh and over her nipples. The already hardening little nubs stiffen more in response. Heather breathes deeply. As I continue to hold the fleshy mounds I move my thumbs over and around her nipples, my eyes gleefully watching them grow harder and harder with each passing minute.
Then I slid my hands from her breasts to her ass where I start to rub and massage her through her panties. My lips continue to run along her neck which is slowly bending further to the side. Whenever I get to her ear I would run my tongue around the inside of it and whisper to her. She listens to me breath dirty things to her, things involving my cock and her body. As she imagines how these things will feel she grows more aroused. Soon My lips just stay by her ear, my tongue flickering inside of it between dirty words. Reflexively she presses her head into me now. Feeling her legs grow weak she leans back against my chest for support. She hears low, small moans rattling in her throat.
" Ohhh," one of those moans escapes when I suddenly tweak her nipples.
Standing behind her I massage her ass while my dirty words fill her ear with heated breath. Her legs weaken more, and she leans back harder against me. She feels the bulge straining my pants. She moans " aaaahhhh..aaaahhhh," She reachs behind her wrapping her fingers onto the bulge and starts rubbing, trying to stroke my hidden cock. My hand returns to her tit and twists her nipple again. " Mmmmmmmm," she moans.
Heather's arousal is raging, shown in her expression, it is to hungry with lust and desire. She pushes her ass back into me. " Get on your knees," I tell her a minute later. She knows what I have in mind and she feels her fires flare higher with the thought of sucking my cock. " No, please," she moans lightly through her open lips as her grip on my bulge tightened. " N- No." Releasing her nipples I grab a handful of hair on top of her head and push her down roughly. " I said, get on your knees, Heather. Get down there and suck my fucking cock," I growl.
She drops to her knees quickly under my strength. Once on her knees with a hidden cock bulging beneath a pair of pants at eye level she needs little more encouragement. With my hands still tangled in her hair I step forward and Heather's hands rush at my belt and zipper. She tugs at my pants, pulling my briefs down my thighs along them. In response to the appearance of my big hard thick cock one of her hands shot forward to encircle it and she starts leaning in. " Whoa," I stop her with my handful of hair. " Slow down."
Confused, she raises her eyes to me questioningly, a couple tears present in the hunger filled orbs. " I don't just want you to suck my cock," I grin down at her. " I want you to do it right. Take my pants off, spend some time at it. I want to feel you all over down there. Give it a build up and make sure I enjoy it." She slowly nods, reluctantly she removes her hand from holding my cock and works to pull my pants the rest of the way down my legs while I remove my shirt. Once I'm completely naked she starts to pay homage to me with her lips and tongue. She kisses and licks her way across my thighs and entire pelvic region, she slowly strokes my long hard thick cock with her hand. She steadies herself by holding onto my ass with her other hand. Her actions, coupled with the anticipation of actually sucking my cock, fuels her desire. Low moans come from her as she opens and closes her lips, planting soft, wet kisses on my skin.
" Yes, honey, now you got the idea," I assured her, both my hands now in her hair. I was obviously enjoying what she was doing since she hears low moans coming from me as well. " uuuuuhhhhh..uuuuuuhhhhhh..aaaaaahhhhhhhh." Each kiss causes her to grow hotter. Each lick fans her lustful flames. She feels her pussy starting to ache and each time her mouth draws near to the hard cock she feels hungrier. She wants to feel the rigid pole pass along her lips, wants to suck on it. Seeing a drop of precum leak from its tip she reflexively reaches out her tongue to swipe it away and taste it. As she did this she looks straight up into my face. Freezing in place she waits silently asking my permission to take me into her mouth. My answer is me pushing her face forward. Her lips part as they near my cock. Slowly she slids them over the hard thick member to deliberately crawl down its length until they touch her fingers still wrapped around its base.
" Mmmmmm," she moans, holding her head still and sucking deeply. She removes her hand and slowly slids her lips along the rest of its length. Her throat becomes stuffed with the first couple of inches. " Oh God yes," I groan in response. " Fuck yes." She holds me like this for a few moments feeling her pussy quiver hungrily. She feels her juices leaking out to dampen her panties. Then she slowly slids back and dislodges most of me. When only the first inch remains in her mouth she pushes herself forward, then withdraws again. Her hand grabs my cock's base once more as she slowly pumps herself back and forth while sucking on it. As she gradually increases her pace her other hand holds onto my ass. Soon she is sliding her mouth rapidly along my cock, pumping it into her mouth.
" Oh yes, honey. Suck my cock. Suck it." My hips start rocking back and forth in unison with her movements. " Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Fuck me with your mouth."
As our pace increases my hands tighten in her hair and my hips pushes harder, taking over more and more control as my orgasm nears. Emily simply gives into my force. As she holds onto me tightly, her mouth pumping at my cock, her body rocking with our motions. Now a near continuous stream of quiet mewing comes from her throat. " Oh yes, baby. I'm gonna cum in your mouth." I moan. " Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Swallow my cum."
I hold her head firmly in place as I proceed to roughly fuck her mouth. My hips pounding into her face, my hand gripping my cock's base the only thing stopping me from shoving my cock all the way into her throat. The mixture of pain and pleasure causes her to whimper through the assault as she continues to suck on my member as best she can. " Yes, let me fuck your mouth, Emily." I growl. " Fuck your face while you suck on my cock. Suck it, Heather. Suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Yes, Heather, suck it. I'm cumming. Swallow my cum. Swallow my cum."
Suddenly I freeze, my entire body tenses. My hips are thrust as far forward as possible, cramming her lips against her fingers. I grip her hair hard, holding her firmly in place and groaning happily. " aaaaaahhhhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..aaahhh."
As my cum shoots into her mouth she swallows as fast as she can. Her fingers wrapped around my cock's base tugging and squeezing. As the last squirts of cum sprays out she continues suckling while my member starts to soften. When it finally slips from her mouth she whimpers. I chuckle, pushing her off of me.
I pull her up to her feet, I wrap my arms around her, she whimpers with the sensation of my touch. She allows herself to be led to the bed, It was there I slid her torn panties off. When it lays on the floor at her feet she stood with her nude body on full display feeling completely vulnerable and exposed for the third time that night. " Wow, would you look at how wet you are?" I exclaim. Heather knew what I meant without looking, knew that her panties are dark with her wetness. She feels her swollen labia visible and the wetness on her inner thighs. She stood there, horny and excited, her bare chest rising and falling as she pants shallowly, her legs partially spread and shaking. Then I start running my fingers on her flesh sending a series of quivering shivers coursing through her. Then I maneuver her onto the bed and the sensation of my touch causes her to whimper.
I place her with her legs spread, breasts topped by swollen nipples heaving from her panting, her head on the pillow. From beneath heavy lids she stares up at my hard thick cock and her hips begin to roll slightly upon the pillow under her ass, as hungry moans escape her open lips. " oooooohhhhhhh..oooooohhhhhh..mmm."
" Do you want to be fucked?" I chuckle. " Mmmmmm," she whimpers in response. She watches me reach toward her, watches my hand lay on her inner thigh, and she feels her skin burn with my touch. Slowly my hand slids up along her thigh until it cups her mound, two bent fingers penetrating her barely to the first knuckle. My thumb hovering just above her clit, nothing except a thin space of air between the two pieces of skin. Her hips jerk, rising up trying to force contact. " Ohhh," she cries.
Her orgasm teeters on the edge, just waiting to be nudged over, and that is exactly what she wants. She whimpers again and again, her hungry desperation growing with each second as her body quivers and tenses with feverish anticipation. Through her slitted eyelids she sees my rock hard cock dangling near her. Whimpering louder she reaches for it, her fingers wrapping themselves around it and tugging. " You want my cock in your pussy?" I ask as I stare down at her. " Yes," she sighs. Her hips rolling and pushing more insistently at my hand, physically begging my to touch her aching, throbbing clit. I refuse her body's pleas, keeping my thumb just near enough to tease her without actually making contact. " Ohh. Ohh, ohhh," she whimpers and mews as she feels the hard thick cock in her hand and her orgasm teeters closer to the brink.
" You want it, Heather?" I chuckle, squeezing her tit. " You want me to fuck you? You want my cock in your wet tight pussy?" " Yes. Oh God yes." Her back arches off the bed to push her tit into my hand and she tugs harder at my cock. " Oh God yes." Her orgasm slips forward. It now hangs precariously over the edge, threatening to explode without any additional coaxing. Then her hips jerk, rolling and popping upward simultaneously. The action is too quick for me to keep my thumb from bumping her clit or my fingers from sliding further into her, and the orgasm is freed. It crashes through her body with an amazing amount of force. Her body tenses as her back arches up off the bed, her breasts being crammed into the set of hands fondling them. Her ass twisted into the bed matteress, her hips rolling and popping again and again as they hump her pussy on my fingers, grinding her clit against my thumb. Her hands grip the sheets and comforter tight. Her head rolling back on the pillow, her mouth falling open as a combination of both audible and silent moans flow from her.
" Ohhh," she whimpers as it starts to subside minutes later, her body slowly dropping back to the bed and relaxing once more. "Ohhh God!" For Heather it was another powerful orgasm she has been experiencing, and each time she doubts it could ever be topped. " That was fucking beautiful," I growl. A soft whimper escapes her as I pull away from her repositioning myself between her legs. I rest on my knees stroking my semi-hard cock as my other hand rubs her clit. In a few minutes my cock is rock hard again, I place the tip of my cock against her entrance. Being so soon after the explosive orgasm Heather did not expect her body to react so quickly, she is surprised. As my cock head parts her lips and enter her, she feels her excitement refreshed, a second orgasm immediately awakened. Her legs snap around my waist, her hips driving upward to rapidly push me deeper inside her.
" Oh God," she moans as I fill her again. We start to rock into each other, our lower bodies finding a rhythm together, our pace gradually growing into a fast rhythm. A wet sloshing noise coming from my cock pumping in and out of her pussy. With my hands gripping her waist, as I slam hard into her. I'm staring down at her lustful expression and rolling tits. " Oh God. Fuck me, fuck me," she encourages me, her head lulling from side to side. " Fuck my pussy, You bastard, fuck my pussy harder." The new orgasm is quickly building, making her hungry for its release. Her ass bounces up off the bed, fucking her pussy at me. " Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock." She tells me. " Oh God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Having recently cum myself, My own second orgasm is nowhere near as close as hers so I did not rush my pumping of her pussy as much as she wanted. This makes her look up at me. What she sees serves to fuel her heated loins and pending orgasm. I'm hovering above her, leering down at her lust filled features and bouncing tits while my cock slams in and out of her wet pussy. The idea of this causes her orgasm to suddenly explode inside her. " Ohhh God," she cries out.
She crams her pussy against me, burying my cock all the way inside her, her pussy clenching at my rigid member like vise. Her body arches up off the bed again, lifting her chest into the air, her swollen nipples shining atop her bouncing breasts. The site of them is too enticing for me to pass up and I clamp my mouth over one of them. This sends her orgasm into overdrive. She tries to simultaneously hold her pussy tight around my cock and more of her tit into my mouth. " Ohhh God," she cries, one hand grabbing the back of my head and shoving it against her breast. " Ohhh God yesss. Suck my tit. Fuck me. Suck my tit. Ohhh God." The orgasm crashes through her with wave after wave of pleasure, causing her body to shake and tense.
Then, as it slowly fades, her body relaxes again. My lips around her nipple, my tongue licking the hard nub, feels too good to loose so she holds my head in place, making it follow her tit down. As her hips drop I begin slamming my cock into her again and she pumps her hips back at me. " Oh yes, fuck me," she moans. " Fuck my pussy with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yes, fuck me."
My mouth remains locked firmly on her nipple, sucking. She feels the force of my thrusts growing harder as my own fires are stoked. My cock slids easily in and out of her soaked pussy, my pelvis bumping into her clit with every stroke. She whimpers and mews with pleasure between urging me to go faster as her pussy muscles clench my cock. Soon I'm slamming my cock into her roughly, ramming it into her harder with each forward thrust. " Oh yes. Oh God yes," she cries. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock."
Suddenly my mouth release her breast as my head roars upward. My hips slammed between her legs. My pelvis grinding against hers, bumping into her clit. My cock is buried inside her all the way. My balls slapping hard aganist her as she feels my cock throbbing and jerking, feeling it start to pump my semen into her hungry pussy. She feels my explosion kindling the embers of yet another orgasm in her. " Oh yes," she whimpers with its first, initial shivers. " Damn, that was good," I grin as the last of my load is released.
I remain hovering above her until my cock slowly slips from her pussy then I climb off and step back. She remains laying with her legs spread, her now puffy labia red and swollen, a mixture of our juices visibly leaking out. " Damn good," I re-affirmed.
" Come here, Heather," I growl. " I want you from behind. Bend over the side of the bed."
Weakly she pulls herself up and moves to lean over the side of the bed, her knees resting aganist the side of the mattress, her legs spread. I waste no time in stepping up behind her, she feels my hand on her upturned ass and she slowly turns to look over her shoulder. I stood above her, my hard cock in one hand. Seeing it she whimpers with a mixture of desire and fear. Part of her yearns for it, but the other half wants nothing to do with it. " P- Please, It will hurt," she whispers up at me. Then I shove my hard cock into her ass, she whimpers with my rough intrusion.
Heather buries her face in the mattress, I reach a hand down rubbing at her sore pussy then stuck two fingers in her. " Ohhh," she whimpers. " No, please." Surprisingly my fingers work gently in and out of her, pumping at the mixture of juices present. The flames of her orgasm are fanned by my gentleness, yet it still hurts having my cock buried in her tight ass and she whimpers with indecision. " Ohhh," she squirms. "Oh God." " Ughhh-ohhh," she moans.
For a moment I held it like this, my cock fully implanted, my balls rubbing her flesh, my hips making small rotations. Then I slowly withdraw part of my cock before sliding it back in. As my hands grip her hips and my thumbs spread her ass cheeks to give me a better view of my cock fucking her ass I begin to steadily pump myself in and out. After a few rhythmic strokes she starts to respond. The sensation of my cock fucking her ass makes her orgasm crawl toward the edge and her body rocks to pump her ass back, meeting my forward thrusts. With her face buried in the bed she fucks herself back at me.
" Oh God yes. Oh God yes," she mews into the bed. " Oh, oh, oh. Yesss. Oh God yes."
As the rhythm of my fucking increases, so does the intensity of the fire fueling her orgasm. Each thrust of my cock into her ass sends fans swirling over the glowing heat, pushing it nearer and nearer the precipice. I fill her time and time again, my rigid shaft stuffing her full and she drives herself back to meet me. " Oh God yes," she moans louder now, her ass slamming backward. " Oh God.. You Bastard. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your cock." Our rhythm increases until we are slamming into each other, slamming our bodies together with a wildness echoing by a fleshy slapping sound.
" Fuck me in the ass," she cries. " Fill my ass with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh God yes, fuck me." Her orgasm blazing toward its climax. Her body screaming for its explosive release. " Fuck my ass. Fill me with your cock. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." Her entire body is tingling with electricity. She feels the orgasm teetering on the edge, mere centimeters from crashing. " Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Her whole body starts shaking. Her ass jerking at my cock. " Fuck me in the ass. Fuck my ass Bastard. Oh God yes, fuck me."
She feels my cock growing harder, feels it filling her more. " Ohhh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." Our pace is frenzied. I start jerking in my pumping actions. Behind her I moan. " uuu
ggg..uuuggg..aaaahhhh..aaaaahhhhh." My grip on her hips tightens. I begin slamming into her. No longer keeping a rhythm, only slamming hard. She can not match my frenzy. She can only lay there having her face crammed into the bed. She feels her orgasm teetering so close. My continued pounding nudging it closer and closer. " Oh, fuck yes," I roar as I slam myself forward and inside of her.
She feels my cock slam as deep into her as it could. Her orgasm hanging on the verge of crashing through her. Matching my force, she grinds herself against me. She feels my hard cock jerking within her, spurting my semen. The sensation sends her orgasm blasting through her with force, smashing its way along every single nerve. Her ass jumps and bucks on my exploding cock one second, then grinds hard against me. She whimpers, she cries, she moans. " Ohhh God," her muffled words come from the bed. " Oh God yesss. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" " Oh yes," I agree. " Oh fuck yes."
As her own orgasm is starting to subside she feels me growing limp inside of her. My cock soon slids from her anus and she feels sperm seeping out behind it. She collapses onto the bed, panting with exhaustion. She hears me leaving, the evening had taken a lot out of her. She is on the verge of passing out when a noise caught her attention. Seeing me again, she slowly stood up. On weak and wobbly legs she walks towards me.
" I'm going to soak in a hot bath," she tells me. Without waiting for a response she pushes herself past me. On wobbly legs she heads for the bathroom and the hot, wet soaking her body so desperately needs. |
Title: 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
Lust and Horny
Content:
I get out of my car, closing the door, she walks over standing in front of me. She reaches pull into the garage as the door is closing I see Heather standing next to her new Aston Martin Vanquish down grabbing my crotch squeezing me hard. " OH MY GOD.... That feels sooooooo good, baby." Heather releases me grabbing my hand taking me to the wall. She must want me bad, she pushes me up against the wall and pinning me there with her hand while she slides down onto her knees and starts unfastening my belt. She is dominating me, her eyes are locked on mine and never looks away through her moves. I'm so horny now, to see her so intense, seeing her looking at me that way, totally possessive, powerful and controlling.
I see the glint of a smirk, a hint of a smile: she knows she is being very naughty. Heather loves what she is doing to me, and the way she sees and feels that it's making me react. We were supposed to wait till later, when we got back from dinner, but I arrived early surprising her in the garage. My arrival apparently caused the same can't-wait-any-longer wanting in her that it created in me. For not looking at my belt, button and zipper, it didn't take her long to undo them and drop them down around my knees. Exposed, with nothing on between me and her , the cool night air in the garage mixes with the heat of me and her mouth in a crazily invigorating and stimulating way, making me harder. She says something about noticing me being tense, it's not a bad tensing, trust me.
Goosebumps arise as her fingers float up my upper inner thigh, as she brushes against my balls, that are in a heightened state of awareness, they jump and twitch at the feel of her. God, I want you NOW. You know I do, but she is having way too much fun teasing me. She reaches further up from my legs, letting her fingers so lightly, sexily, around the sensitive part of my stomach to my hips, where her fingers turn, caressing, then grabs me. Her eyes leave mine, for the first time, as she sits back slightly on her legs and admires what she has revealed. In the shadows cast by the over head lights in the garage stands this statue, this rigid shaft she has created, this pulsing and hot monster that waits hungrily for her. I shiver, partly in response to the cold air, but mostly in response to her.
Heather sees me shaking, bringing her hands and eyes back to me. " Now, darling, now..." She smiles again, her lips purse into a soft O of wet flesh, and her tongue draws a circle of moisture on her lips. She approachs the tip of me slowly and kisses it. I gasp and relax against the wall, my legs threatening to let loose and deposit me on the floor, her firm palm on my abdomen keeps me there. She licks the length of me, the hard tip of her tongue starting at my sac and traveling the length of my cock, and avoiding the tip in a maddening way, she follows the gap below the tip, all the way around, back to where she started. How do you DO that? God, it's driving me crazy. I feel her exhale a breath of warm air against the head of my throbbing shaft, quickly followed by a pursed lip blast of cold air.
The contrast is delectable. Her eyes never leaving mine, she tilts her head sideways, wrapping her soft and wet lips around the side of my cock and wet me up and down... She starts with short slow motions, just an inch or so of movement down by my balls, her tongue popping out to touch the sac her other hand is supporting. Slowly, she increases the distances she is covering with those luscious lips, an inch, then an inch and a half, then two... I feel myself growing larger. Will you ever reach the tip of me if I keep growing this way! Time stands still and I forget where I am. I hear nothing but our breathing, my heart, the wet sound of her lips on me, and her moans.
Sliding past six inches, then seven and eight, you finally reach the tip of me and with one more motion, she tilts her head 90 degrees, vertically, and slides over the top of me, her lips tight, her way of reminding me of how her pussy will feel to me, if I were so lucky to be plunging my hard hot shaft into that part of her right now. That'll happen, later... right now, she is fully delighting me. I'm pinned to the wall by the flat of her left hand on my abdomen, her right hand leaves my balls and grabs the bottom half of my cock in a tight grip as she vigorously works me with her mouth now. Faster, harder, wetter and more intensely, she sucks and licks and takes me. Her right hand loosens its grip and falls away, so she can take me deeper, feel more of me and my heat inside her. She is wanting me now, too, somewhere else, and her desires show. I hear the noises she is making, and finally my control wanes, and my body and core shakes and heaves as I release myself to her, our eyes lock on each other, her lips sucking and swallowing all of me, my hands leaving the wall and running through her hair and grasping the side of her face.
As I finish the powerful convulsions, still hard, wet and throbbing, she slides her lips back off the tip, kisses it and circles it with her tongue once more. Then she pulls up my trousers, zip, button, buckle, and finally stands. She presses me up against the wall again, this time with her breasts, and I feel her hard nipples just as she feels the remnants of my steel. We kiss, wetly and deeply, and she smiles again, playfully, with dirty intent. Looking me straight in the eye, she says " Take me to the house, big boy. NOW!" Instead I wrap my arms around her torso and pick her up, carrying her to the back of the car where I put her down. " What are you doing?" She asks.
I lean down and kiss her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth. My hands start to roam over her body, moving up and down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her up against my hard cock until she moans softly against my mouth and lifts one foot to wrap her leg around one of mine, pushing her mons against that hard bulge in my pants.
When the kiss ends she is practically panting I had her so hot. I put my hands on her bare shoulders and turns her around so she is facing the car with me right behind her. I lean down to kiss the middle of her back, my lips hot on her bare skin. My hands slowly slid up her waist...onto her rib cage and then around her slightly to where her breasts are encased in her mid drift blouse.
" You look so hot tonight, Heather..." I whisper. " I've waited to grab these all day."
" John, what are you doing?" She scolds me as my hands cup her breasts, squeezing them through her blouse. I push myself against her ass and she feels how hard I was again, the contact sending a warm tingle through her. " I can't wait untill the house Heather." I breathed in her ear. She groans as I find her nipples, pinching the hard tips.
" You look so fucking hot in jeans." I push her against the trunk of the car, her hands bracing against the slippery surface as I kiss the back of her neck, something that I know drives her crazy. She feels my hands slip down along her sides and then I'm unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I push her jeans down to the floor, she feels the warm air of the garage caress her bare thighs as I uncovered them.
" We shouldn't..." She whispers, as she is bent over the trunk and spreads her feet apart. Truth is she wants it just as badly as I do. She feels my fingers on the waistband of her frilly La Perla panties and then feels them pulled down around her knees. I sink a finger between her pussy lips and she moans softly as I start to slowly fuck her wet cunt.
" God, I want you so bad..." I said, my mouth against her ear, my breath warm on her skin. She hears the sound of my zipper and then I press my hard cock against her bare ass, the contact making her dizzy with desire. " Hurry..." She urges, looking around the garage. " Oh, god, John...please hurry!" She feels me nestle the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing it up and down a few times to get it wet with the juice that is just inside. Then my hands are gripping her waist and I slowly push my cock up into her heat. She groans feeling my hard thick pole filling her. " ooooohhhhhh..aaaaaahhhhhhh."
" Oh...baby..." I gasps as I come to a stop with my pelvis up against her ass. " You feel so fucking good!" " So do you," Heather said, wiggling her hips slightly to let me know she wants me to fuck her. " Oh, John...I don't think I've ever felt you this big." I'm holding her by her hips and slamming my throbbing cock up into her pussy, her breasts bouncing as she grips the trunk my car and pushes herself back at me. She feels a massive orgasm building inside of her and she wants the release in the worst way. I start to fuck her with long slow strokes. " Isn't she gorgeous? I'm dating the sexiest woman on the planet." " Oh...God..." She whines as my cock works in and out of her clasping cunt lips. She is getting rocked back and forth so much that she had to put both hands down on the trunk lid of the car to keep her balance. She moans helplessly as my thrusts become faster and harder, her breasts bouncing obscenely as I fuck her sopping wet pussy.
" Oh God, John.. your so big." She exclaimed. I pull out of her, she turns looking at my cock, it is now the thickness of a soda can. I reach out taking her left wrist drawing her hand over my jutting tool. " Baby..that is what you do to me." I say. Heather wraps her long slender fingers around my heavily veined cock, shocked at how strongly it throbbed in her palm and how hot it was. Imagining that massive thing back inside her tight pussy made her head swim. I reach down and undid the pins that were holding her thick blonde hair up on top of her head. I sank my fingers into the back of it pulling her head higher, thrusting my cock up into her harder, grunting " UUUUUhhhhh..UUUUUhhhhh..UUUUhhhh,"
as I fuck her with short deep strokes. " You're so wet, baby. I mean, I've never felt your pussy so wet."
She grunted " AAAAhhhh..AAAAhhhh," as I fuck her, arching her back as I pull back on her hair. Her orgasm that she had been so close to having earlier is building once again and she wants it badly at this point. I reach around fondling her breasts, looking down at her flushed face as I slammed hard into her pussy. She moans with distress as I slow my thrusts. She had been so near and now she is left panting on the edge of getting off. "Just a little more..." She begs, wiggling her ass at me. " Don't stop..." I slowly pull my cock out of her tight sheath. " I will, Heather."
" Turn around. I want to see your face when I put it in back in," I said. Heather turns around so she is facing me, leaning back against the trunk of the car. Laying there on the car with her legs open and her pink slit glistening wetly she watches, me put my hands on her hips lifting her feet up off the ground, her long legs around my waist and my thick cock pressing up against her pussy lips. I dry hump her, the sensation sending electric shocks coursing through her. " I am going to fuck you so hard." I said, my face over her as I pull my hips back nestling the wide head of my cock between her pouting labia.
" Oh...god..." She whines as I start to push myself slowly up inside of her again. She had never felt me so hard and thick before. The sheer size of me took her breath away. Heather grabs at my arms, her eyes getting big as the head pops inside of her. " Oh...no...I can't...your too big, John!" She pushes at me trying to escape my thick shaft. " Stop...please stop..."
I grunted as I strained to push deeper inside of her. " Fuck, your tight." I slowly work my cock another inch inside of her. " God, your so fucking hot, Heather." She feels engorged cock throbbing inside of her, the width of me stretching her pussy more then before. I lean down and take one of her hard nipples in my mouth, sucking on it until she groans out loud. " ooooooohhhhhh..oooooooohhhhhhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh."
" God your body is so hot and sexy." I said as I move my lips over to her other nipple, my tongue swirling over the pebbled treat. " You've got the hottest cunt." I start to slowly thrust into her with baby strokes, my big cock is barely moving in and out of her as she lifts her knees higher to ease the pain from my big cock. " Nice and slow, baby...nice and slow..." I whisper as I grip her shoulders to keep her from sliding around on the car's trunk lid.
The thick shaft is rubbing against her hooded clit as I fuck her, the contact sending jolts through her. She moans as I nibbled on her tender nipple. Her body is one raw nerve. " Halfway in..." I tell her, looking down between us to where my huge cock is impaling her. "Just relax and let it happen..." I wink at her. " Baby you always have trouble the second and third time. Your tightness makes it hurt fucking you but you will loosen up again. Then we'll have some more fun." She hears herself panting, her fingers digging into my arms as I continue to fuck her with short, slow strokes. The ache she has been feeling has been replaced by a feeling of extreme fullness like she had never experienced.
" That's right...it feels better now, doesn't it?" She nods her head. " Oh...much better..."
" Good," I said. " That means I can start giving you what you need again." I slowly pull my cock out until just the head is inside her and then thrust it back inside of her. Pulling it out again and thrusting it back deeper. Heather arches her back and spurs me on with her heels, that elusive orgasm she had been on the brink of having suddenly starts to pulse through her aroused loins. I'm not being gentle now...now I'm fucking her rougher, harder and deeper, her breasts bouncing as I ram myself up into her clasping cunt lips. " Oh...God!" She screams. " I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum!"
"Yes, cum for me...cum for me, baby..." I growl. " Cum all over my big cock." She explodes, her orgasm tore through her like nothing had before. She is bucking spastically against my plunging cock, her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth open wide as she cries out. " Yes...oh, God...YES!" She screams, digging her fingernails into my shoulders as I labored above her. " Don't stop...don't stop..." " I won't." I thrust up into her again.
" Yes," She gasps. She lifted her legs higher, my muscular body making them bounce up and down as I fucked her with hard, deep thrusts. She is getting pushed up the car's trunk and I had to grasp her hips and pull her back down to me. She hears a squeak as her bare buttocks moves across a wet spot that is forming beneath her. It feels like my cock is going to come out her throat I'm so deep inside her. She is not sure if she had a second orgasm or the first one never ended. She looked like a complete slut, writhing atop the back of the car with my huge cock impaling her. She didn't care about appearances at this point. She just wants me to fuck her more.
" Oh Baby." I said, my face red from my exertions. I bottomed out in her and grinding my belly against her with my thick cock throbbing inside of her like a living thing. " It feels so good..." She said. " Tell me what you want, Heather," I said. " I want to cum again." She leans forward so she can see my wide shaft buried inside of her pussy. " Make me cum..." I grinned down at her. " Say fuck my cunt, Heather." " Fuck my...cunt..." She whispers. " Louder," I insisted, that big cock held motionless inside of her. " Please fuck my cunt," She said louder. " Again..." I said, moving in and out of her just a bit.
" Oh...yesss..." She moans. " Please fuck my cunt. I need it so bad..." She looks at me. " Keep talking dirty to me..." I rasped, pulling back on my hips as I start to fuck her with long slow strokes. " Tell me what you need."
Heather raises her legs, wrapping them around my waist. " Give me that big cock..." She said. " I want it deep inside of me again." " You want it harder, baby?" She arches her back, her hands gripping my hairy forearms as I start to slam into her faster. " Harder...oh, God...that's so good! Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!" She can hear the wet squishing sounds that are coming from her wet cunt...feels the wetness trickling out of her slit and running down her leg. I'm grunting with effort as I thrust myself up into her over and over, my face glistening red and sweat running down my forehead. Her bare buttocks is sliding back and forth on top of the car's trunk, squeaking against the waxed surface. She iss moaning loudly, the sounds echoing in the depths of the garage.
Her pussy is squeezing my cock like a vise, I love feeling her sheathing and unsheathing me then squeezing tight. " I'm getting close," I grunted. "Just want to make her cum one more time..." " Yes...make me cum..." She moans. "Please...please..." I reach down between us and using my thumb to rub her hooded clit. The touch pushes her over the edge and she cums spastically, her hips bucking up at my thick cock as I continue to slam in and out of her. " Cumming...I'm cumming...oh God, I'm cumming so good..." She wails.
I pull out of her wet pussy, she slids down off the back of the car, squatting in front of me with my cock right in her face. Before she realizes what is happening my hand is in her hair holding her head still as I push my cock between her open lips. I push myself inside, the girth of me filling her mouth as I had her pussy. I jerk my hips twice and then a thick gob of warm sperm makes her cheeks puff out as I came inside of her mouth. She swallows as quickly as she can to keep from choking, her lips locked tightly around my pulsing shaft. "Yes..." I grunted, my knees shaking as I shot the last of my load. " Oh, god that was fantastic." I stroked the back of her head. She looked up at me as my softening cock slowly slips from her lips, a little string of cum clinging from the tip of my cock to her lip.
" That's the sexiest thing I've seen." I said, rubbing my cock head against her lower lip, my cum slippery against what is left of her pink lipstick. A bead of cum leaks from the tip and without thinking she uses her tongue to lick it up, I give a little moan of pleasure as I look down at her face. " That was so hot." I said. It took a few minutes for her to get herself together. I watched as she wipes the cum off her face with a tissue from her purse and then pulls her panties up from her knees and puts her bra and blouse on. I held her hand and kiss her sweaty forehead. " You are a sexy woman." I whisper to her. " Thank you, baby. Thank you for the beautiful car." She replies. As we walk to the house, she knows I soon will be horny again. |
Title: 2024 part1
Tags: Science-Fiction, Anal, Male/Female, Wife
Introduction:
if your looking for the sex scene just find the 6969696969
Content:
It was 2024 post apocolyptic era. Life was in turmoil. The government had collapsed and humans were no longer the sole dominant species. Now we were in a constant battle with zombies created in the nuclear war of 2012. The people with power were those that hunted them for a living, and I was the best of them.
My name is Jake O'Brian. I am 6'2", 34 years old, with brown military short hair.For years before the war I was in top physical shape, star football player, mma fighter, pro paintball, and fencing just to name a few. That training, combined with a sense for danger has allowed me to survive.
I was patroling my land, what was the nittany mountain and surrounding towns, because I had hears there was a pack of runners (rare form of zombie that is able to run at speeds riviling that of a cheeta) roaming around and I needed to take care of them.
I had just about reached the first settlement when I heard a scream from the town. I started sprinting the remaining miles and arrived just in time to see the prementioned zombies tearing up the place.
I had a small supply of weapons on me, prefering to stay light, including a desert eagle handgun, a combat knife, 10 throwing knives, and a compound bow with custom arrows. I was dressed in military issue boots with black karate pants and a black tank top. Also were black gloves that ended at the knuckle with metal backing and a head band with a metal plate depicting the nittany symbol.
I pulled out my bow and let off a shot, sending the arrow through the head of the first zombie in the pack. Instantly they were running at me. I jumped to the nearest ledge and pulled out one of the 3 frag grenades I had and threw it into the midst of them, killing most. Then I took my knife and droped to the ground ready. There were 4 left and they surrounded me on all sides, typical. I held my knife upside down in my right hand with my hands forming a karate knife pose. They charged at the same time with coordinated movements and at super speeds. I swung my knife to the right and stabbed one in the chest, then I jumped up into the air and kicked it away doing a backflip behind a second one. That one I stabbed in the head and then I spun and took care of the third. Now there was only one left, but something was different about this one. His stance was ballanced and there was determination in his eyes. I threw a kunai at him and he doged it and started running at me. I pulled out my gun and shot him 3 times in each leg then cut his head off.
The people of the settlement ran out of the buildings and circled me. I accepted their thanks untill I heard a familiar voice among the rabble and froze.
The voice I heard was that of my wife, Mason, she was 5'6" with brown hair down to her shoulders and a fit tan body. She was supposed to be on her way to her mothers house in the land to the south.
I pushed through the crowd to her and wrapped her in my arms. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her. "Got trapped by the runners" she answered.
I let her go and jumped up onto the ledge I was on eairlier. "Alright listen up," I shouted, "I need these three burned imediatly," I said as I pointed to the first three I killed, "and I need the fourth transported to the doctors house, whose equipment I will be comendeering," as the people started following orders, I walked over to Mason and said "we will be staying here for a couple hours untill I can preserve that zombie. There was something different about him. As soon as I can we can head back home."
Half an hour later I was in the doctors lab reattaching the head and preserving it for travel. "So why this one?" the good doctor asked me, "what's so special abou him?"
"There was something different about him," I replied, "he recognized me, knew who I was and with the other ones too. They rarely fight in packs this large and their movements are never coordinated with each others."
Mason and I left within the hour with 2 borrowed horses, one for me and her and one for he subject. Once back at Nittany, the capital, I had the subject sent to my lab and me andason went to our room.
6969696969
When we entered our bedchamber I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her deeply. She kissed back and put her hands on my chest. I started kissing her neck and removing her cloathing as she did the same to me. When we were both undressed I layed her on the bed and started kissing down her body to her cunt. As she moaned in pleasure I started toung fucking her pussy and inserted a finger in her ass. She moaned and mashed my head against her wet cunt. As she got wetter I started sucking on her clit and inserted 2 fingers in her pussy as well. She reached orgasm and I got up and kissed her.
She grabbed my shoulders and flipped us around so she was on top. Then she put lined my hard 12in cock up with her wet cunt and dropped onto in. As she rode my dick like a pro I grabbed her ass and helped her up and down while sucking her d-cup tits. After ten minuets or so I felt my balls begin to tighten so I pulled around and flipped us into doggy style. I then lined my dick with her asshole and started to move slowly in and at as she moaned with pleasure. Eventually I started thrusting faster until I was pounding her tight hole like there was no tomorrow. After ten more minuets of hard pounding she hit orgasm. I felt convulsions from her ass milk my cock and I came inside her, painting her ass with my cum.
That night we fell asleep in eachothers arms.
Please go easy on the comments and if i get enough good responses ill write a part to with more sex |
Title: 206am
Tags: True Story, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Erotica, Hardcore, Male/Female, Romance, Written by women
Content:
“Hello” I answer the phone in a breathless whisper. Silence... my heart hammers waiting to hear the voice I knows is on the other end. “Come to my house” his husky voice purrs into my ear. I am quiet; my stomach does a nervous flicker. “Now” he growls in his deep manly voice, silently daring me to tell him no. I know I don’t deny him, he knows I don’t deny him. “I’m on my way” I whisper. Another growl, “bra & panties” and he ends the call.
I fling the covers off of my sleep warmed skin and grab a set of lingerie that I hope he won’t rip to shreds. Although the thought of the pink flowered lace being torn from my body speeds my flight to his house. I rev my car’s engine and tune into some seductive music to keep the mood he put me into, Alicia Keyes sings about the things he and I do together. A glance at the dashboard clock confirms my insanity, 2:06am.
I approach the front door and it swings open. He is barefoot, in jeans slung low on his hips, a snug black shirt stretches across his massive chest. My mouth waters as my fingers itch to reach out and touch him. He stares into my eyes then takes in my whole appearance. My auburn hair is tousled from sleep but still seductive and sexy. My dark eyelashes sweep downward in feigned shyness. Lips full, wet and pouting smirk at him, taunting him constantly. The zipper on my jacket shows just the slightest swell of my breasts underneath. He knew I’d have on a bra merely because he told me too. Tight black leggings run down my hips and legs to tiny ballet slippers. I was there finally, within his reach, at his command. God I intoxicated him, that power thrilled me. I make eye contact again and lick my lips. He needs to devour me right then but only pulls me gently closer. “Breath” we both think but both have our breath held. He pushes his nose right underneath my ear and breathes in the scent of me. I always smell sensual and spicy to him, but what he breathes in now is more heat than scent. I tremble and my stomach clutches, eager but tense. His nearness brings out a weakness in me, a willingness I am not accustomed to feeling. He knows how he makes me feel; he revels in this new found power.
He takes me by the hand and pulls me in the door. A small orange lamp cast off eerie shadows and it is so hushed. He turns and puts a finger to my lips. I know his roommate is home so I take his finger in my mouth and suck on it, nibble it softly. The quietest moan escapes his lips. My eyes are triumphant. He grabs my upper arms and pushes me back towards his room. I fight the weakness in my knees and go silently as he directs me. The ebb and flow of control between the two of us is like a choreographed dance.
One lone candle burns in the corner, barely fluttering a flame. I smile at the pallet he’s made out on the floor. He knows how much I like it that way. The door barely latches and he spins me around and, drives me against the wall. Hands splayed out on the wall, my breasts pushed up against the hard surface. His breath on my neck searing and fierce “Spread your legs”. Before I can even comply he jerks down my leggings and tosses them aside. His hands hasten back up my legs smiling as they drag across the panties I wear, wear for him. His voice is back in my ear “My dirty girl did as she was told”, his breath hot on my neck, and he inhales deeply. His foot shoves my legs apart and his chest shoves into my back crushing me to the wall. I struggle for breath as his hand dives down the front of my panties. “My pussy is wet” he growls into my neck. Speechless, all I can do is nod. “Tell me” he demands. “Yes, yes your pussy is wet, you make it so wet” I groan. He pulls my hips toward him and I grind my ass back into him feeling the hardness of his cock through his jeans. He turns me around and spreads his hands across my breasts. One hand runs up my chest to my throat and his hand just barely squeezes then clamps down on my mouth. His thumb caresses my check while his fingers grip like steel. His other hand starts to unzip my jacket. I look him right in the eyes. I try to taunt him with my eyes, but he can feel my trembling body betray me. He knows he has the upper hand for a while longer. The jacket slides off and I arch my back and run my hands across his expansive shoulders then pull his shirt off. The sight of his body builds the desire in me. Candlelight flickers over our skin. His muscles swell and quiver in restraint. He tamps down the urge to consume me again; I can see him clinch his fists. His body is that of a Greek god. Massive shoulders, enormous arms, tight abs run down to powerful thighs. My hands explore over him wanting more. He is my greatest weakness, my greatest desire. I murmur his name and he closes his eyes to remain in control. He takes a deep breath and gains focus again. I try to resist as he presses down on my shoulders, I leans in to kiss him but he jerks my hair and pulls my head back. He looks into my eyes brings his lips next to mine, but denies me. I ache for his kiss and yet I wonder what it cost him to deny himself as well. One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other pushes down on my shoulder and my knees buckle. I look up at him smiling at how sexy his body is in the light of the flame. Knowing what is expected I rub my mouth across the tight jeans where his cock is stiff and waiting for my mouth. I slowly unbutton the jeans and his hands release me. I enjoy this moment when he relaxes and turns control over to me. We have danced this dance before; we both know the steps. My mouth waters thinking of that first taste of precum I can suck from him. He smirks as his jeans come off. “Give me your hands” he demands. Puzzled I look at him. This is new. “Now” he growls. I submit and raise both my hands up to him. He grasps both my wrist in one hand and holds them up against the wall. His other hand goes to my mouth, those lips that drive him crazy. “You want my cock in your mouth?” I nod. “Say it” he snarls. “Please let me suck your cock. I want it in my mouth” I breathlessly tell him. I nuzzle my face up against him.
Suddenly my head jolts back and I look up at him. He smirks down at me. I am on my knees in front of him, pretty pink bra covering the swell of my breasts, hiding those delicious nipples he tortures for me and those lacy pink panties wrapped around my hips, covering my dripping pussy; his pussy. His hand tightly holding my wrists; I blink up at him confused. “Tell me you are mine” he says. “I am yours, I belong to you” I whimper my heart pounding with confusion and desire. “Then clean me up” he tells my. I can smell pussy on his cock. I run my tongue along his balls and taste the cum of another woman. Pulling one ball into my mouth I taste her on him. “Open your mouth” and he drives his rigid cock all the way to the back of my throat. I gag and try to move back but his hand holds my head in place. “Spit on it” he demands. Mercifully he releases my wrists. I grab his cock and spit on the head of it and he drives it down my throat. His balls are cupped in my hand while I swallow his cock. I lick and suck all over his cock and balls until there isn’t a trace of another woman on them.
He tells me to lie down on the pallet, and I comply. I arch my back and caress my own breasts through the pink lace as I spread my legs inviting him to me. He lowers himself over me moaning my name. I lay back and relish in his hands roaming roughly over my skin. He grips my arms and pulls me to him and delves his tongue down into my mouth. It feels like eternity as he probes my mouth bruising my lips with his passion. I can feel his hard cock rubbing my thigh. His fingers deftly undo my bra and it disappears. My voice moans “Yes, yes harder, touch me harder”. Thoughts of hurting me leave his mind, as his hands grip my body tight. My skin flushes in the candlelight; I arch my back and plead for more. The rip of the lace panties almost makes me cum. He quickly discards them and plunges his fingers into my wet pussy. I see spots and dizziness washes over me, so tremendous does his fingers feel inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Please” I beg “Please fuck me” as I grind down onto his hand. The quickness of his movements takes my breath away. He is deep inside me thrusting without kindness. His grip on my thighs is excruciating but it is driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby” he demands of me. “Look at me, look me in the eyes when I make you cum” and I do as he tells me. My eyes are dark with obsession and longing. I feel the pleasure build and flood through me with his every plunge until I explode. He slams his hand over my mouth to stifle my cry so his roommate doesn’t hear. He whispers my name softly over and over. He delights in feeling my pussy squeeze around his cock, my cum pouring out of me.
Rolling over on top of him, I guide his cock inside me and rotate my hips the way he hungers for so greatly. I know the tides have turned a bit and I smile down at him. He seizes my waist and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Grinding and twisting my hips pushing his cock all the way up in my pussy, abusing my cervix. I am on top of him, my knees by his sides. His cock grinds on my g-spot with perfection. A flooding orgasm rocks through me unexpectedly and I collapse on his chest. “My sweet little slut cums so hard doesn’t she?” he asks me. I nod “Tell me” he demands. “I cum so hard for you, I’m yours, I cum for you” I sigh.
“Turn around” he says. I get on all fours exposing my dripping pussy and ass to him. His tongue runs along my pussy with one long stoke and flicks my swollen clit. “Yes” I moan and say his name over and over. He rubs his hard cock over my soaked pussy, teasing it along my ass. I tense and arch my back anticipating. “Tell me” he insists. I know what he commands; this taboo act between the two of us. “That’s just your ass, simply for you, only you fuck my ass. You can fuck my ass anytime you want to, only you”. He smiles behind me, groans; he takes a deep breath and plunges into my ass. I take all of it clutching at the blankets with my hands, so great is the ache as well as the satisfaction. My head swims with the feeling of him inside me. He moves faster, harder, gripping my hips ruthlessly. He explodes inside my ass growling and seizing me, panting my name. Exhausted from his night of multiple partners, he collapses on top of me. I am dizzy and my body hums from pleasure and pain. Rolling over he gathers me up in his arms. We lay facing each other, breathing slowly, lips barely touching, soft whispers and moans. Reluctantly I try to pull away but he holds me tight. “Stay” he tells me. I always do as he tells me. He tucks a blanket around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He whispers my name as I fall asleep. |
Title: 20Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty: Train Rides and Mad Monkeys
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty: Harry and Hermione face off against the Death Eater Threat and then face off against their dry spell.
"Awww.... Did we interrupt?" the Death Eater asked mockingly as he pointed at Harry's crotch. Harry looked down at his lap and found/ 'Harry, Jr.' sleeping in the open air, oblivious to the danger around it. Of course, 'Harry, Jr.' /didn't really give a damn about the danger. The organ was pleased as punch that it had finally gotten to play with Hermione after such a long dry spell and nothing else mattered. As quickly as he could, Harry stuffed his penis back into his trousers.
A scream sounded from somewhere on the train behind the Death Eater. It was clear that there had to be other Death Eaters throughout the train and that they were terrorizing the students. Somehow, they had broken through the various wards and protections around the train and were able to board it.
Two more Death Eaters stepped over the rubble that used to be the door and walked into the Head Compartment. With a growl, Hermione stood and boldly leveled her wand at the first Death Eater. Harry went to pull out his wand but found it missing. Looking around, he spotted it lying against the wall about four feet away. The wand must have popped out of his pocket and rolled away when the train came to a screeching halt.
"Ooooh, doesn't she look mad," one of the Death Eaters who had just entered said with fake fear. In all honesty, Harry wouldn't have been surprised to see steam shoot out of Hermione's ears she was so angry.
"Why is she so upset?" the third asked with no sincerity.
"It looked like the Boy Who Lived was about to shag her," the first Death Eater informed his cohorts.
"But.... but I thought... isn't Potter gay?" the second Death Eater asked in confusion.
"Yeah, he and that Malfoy boy are supposed to be an item," the third voiced.
"Maybe she was trying to/ 'convert' /him," the first offered.
"I'll give you three seconds to leave," Hermione threatened. Her voice was dripping with malice and her face was twisted in anger. Harry slowly inched his way toward his wand while the three Death Eaters had their attention on Hermione.
"My, oh my," the first said lightly. "I was right; this little witch was about to try and sway the poof away from Malfoy with her feminine wiles."
"One," Hermione counted off.
"And she's a little worked up over it isn't she?" the second added.
"Deary, he's a lost cause," the third pointed out.
"Two," continued Hermione.
"The boy obviously likes sausage," the first stated.
"No box lunch for that one," the second commented.
"Three," Hermione said and then incanted the Stinging Hex: "Mordeo Acuo!"
/ /Normally, a Stinging Hex would be nothing more than a mild annoyance. But this would be the first time Hermione had cast this simple hex since she had performed the power boosting ritual with Harry. Needless to say, this (quite pleasurable to Harry) ritual would increase the effectiveness of the Hex. Added to this, Hermione was pointing her wand at someplace that could cause a lot of pain no matter how powerful the hex; the first Death Eater's groin. Apparently, Hermione was quite irate that they had interrupted her and her selection of a target gave proof of her current mindset.
The Death Eater dropped to the floor clutching his bits and screamed. At first, his scream was manly; a deep, rumbling cry of pain. But very rapidly, the scream got higher and higher. It had gotten so high pitched that it hurt Harry's ears and he reckoned that dogs all along the countryside were howling madly at the odd noise.
The two other Death Eaters looked in fear at their fallen comrade for a full three seconds. Then, in unison, they both looked at Hermione for one second. And finally they looked at their own crotches in dread before slowly backing out the ruined door.
"Sorry about the interruption, Miss," the second Death Eater said with nervous politeness.
"Yes, please continue as if we were never here," the third added with and equal amount of cordial fear. It was clear that neither of them wanted to suffer the same fate as the Death Eater who was still screaming shrilly on the floor. As they left the compartment, one of the retreating Death Eaters tried to make amends by magically repairing the ruined door.
"I'll put up a/ 'do not disturb' sign up,/ for you two," one stated through the door. "That way no one will bother you again."
Another terrified scream filtered through the door and Harry shared a look with Hermione. Even though they both wanted to end their dry spell as soon as possible, they knew it would be wrong to do so when the other students were in trouble. /'Harry, Jr.', /who had just woken up, was arguing that the students could handle things themselves. But Harry ignored his organ's protest and fetched his wand.
Hopping over the injured Death Eater - who was now curled up in a tight ball while clinging to his... well, balls - Harry and Hermione dashed out of the Head Compartment. The first car they entered had two Death Eaters in it. Each villain had a young witch under each arm and Hermione quickly dispatched them with two powerful Stunners that sent the Death Eaters crashing into the wall. Harry quickly conjured some chains and bound the villains before heading further down the train.
In the next car, Harry found Ron and Luna - still polyjuiced to look like Hermione - tying up three more Death Eaters. Ron looked quiet upset as he tied up one Death Eater. As Harry and the real Hermione rushed passed their friends, Harry noticed that even though Ron and Luna were wearing their school robes, they were noticeably naked underneath. Unfortunately for Harry's sake, he was also able to tell that Ron was still fully aroused. Harry guessed that the married couple only had enough time to do the deed twice, which just meant that Ron was just getting started, before they were attacked. The unfortunate interruption accounted for Ron's temper.
The third car Harry and Hermione entered only contained frightened students huddled in various compartments. Some pointed toward the opposite end of the car and muttered, "They went that way."
Glancing outside the window Harry noticed that the train had stopped on a bridge over a large valley and that the earth was a hundred feet below them. The Death Eaters must have chosen this spot for their attack because it ruled out any chance for the students to hop off the train and run away. The students were effectively trapped.
In the fourth car, Neville and Ginny were facing off against one Death Eater. Apparently, the villain had disarmed both Neville and Ginny. But being unarmed did not stop the two teenagers. Neville had a hold of the Death Eater's collar and was throwing the villain back and forth between two walls. The Death Eater was bruised and bloodied and was shouting "OW! STOP IT!" repeatedly as he hit the walls. Ginny kept busy by occasionally slapping the Death Eater as Neville tossed him about.
"Harry, they're trying to take the younger students," Hermione announced as they rushed toward the last car. Harry had noticed that two more girls had been huddled next to Neville as he continued his violent and very physical assault on the Death Eater. He didn't know why they wanted children, but Harry was determined to stop them.
When Harry and Hermione entered the final car, they found four Death Eaters attempting to mount brooms. Each one was carrying a bound first or second year. Harry quickly leveled his wand at the Death Eaters' heads and shouted "Stupefy!" while focusing on his love for Hermione.
A red arc erupted from Harry's wand and collided with three of the Death Eaters. Harry had aimed high in order to avoid hitting any of the girls, but he had missed the fourth thug. The fourth Death Eater hopped on his broom and started to take off. Hermione reacted quickly and hit him with a Stunner. The Death Eater pitched off his broom and landed on the steps but unfortunately, he dropped his hostage. Realizing that the girl was going to fall into the chasm below, Harry jumped out of the car and grabbed onto the girl's hand as she started to plummet into the ravine.
"I've got you," Harry grunted and pulled the screaming girl back onto the train. Once inside the train, the tiny girl grabbed onto Harry as if he was the only thing stopping her from falling to her death. She wrapped her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist and refused to let go.
Now that the immediate threat was over, Harry decided to check on his fellow students and the captured Death Eaters. He and Hermione went from car to car and they re-stunned the Death Eaters as they passed. The couple, as Head Boy and Girl, would also speak words of comfort to the most frightened students. It was fairly difficult for Harry to do this for two reasons. First, he wasn't a wizard of many words and his idea of comforting the younger students was to say something along the lines of, "You'll be okay." Which really doesn't work very well on a screaming eleven year old. The second thing that made his task difficult was that the girl Harry had rescued was still firmly wrapped around his body. He had to lumber from car to car with a first year clinging to his midsection.
A team of Aurors arrived shortly after Harry and his friends dealt with the Death Eaters. They told Harry that the Express stopped because the Death Eaters had removed several feet of rail further down the track. Then the villains had used various counter-charms to negate the protection around the train and entered.
The girl wrapped around Harry had still refused to let him go by the time the Aurors repaired the tracks and the train started its journey once again. This meant that even when the Death Eater threat had been neutralized, the prisoners had been removed, and the train continued on its trek to Hogwarts, Harry was not able to properly ravish Hermione. Harry was a patient man, but he hadn't gotten a chance to play with Hermione for a while. Added to this, Harry felt strangely energized by the battle with the Death Eaters. He felt as if he had loads of extra energy that was demanding to be used. That, and he was literally hard as a rock. Harry considered for one short moment stunning the frightened girl so he could have his way with Hermione. But he begrudgingly realized that it would be bad to do such a thing to the poor girl.
When the Express had finally arrived at Hogsmeade station, Hagrid had to pry the girl off of Harry. Of course the girl just clamped onto Hagrid.
After he was freed of the girl, Harry eyed the Threstral drawn carts happily. Even though the ride to the castle was short, he and Hermione could perform what is colloquially known as a "quickie." But alas, Harry's plan was aborted again. Just as he started to kiss Hermione and fondle her breast through her robes, Neville, Ginny, Ron, and Luna piled into the cart after them.
"Isn't there another cart you could've taken?" Hermione asked. It was clear that she too wanted to spend some time alone with Harry; even if it was just a/ "quickie."/
"Did you see what Neville did?" Ginny said with a mixture of pride and excitement. "The Death Eater used a Disarming Hex on him. But that didn't stop him, no! Neville just ran up to the ponce and punched him in the jaw!"
"That's nice," Harry murmured dispassionately. He was happy that Neville dealt with the Death Eater, but he was upset that he wasn't able to take Hermione. Harry was also a little concerned that his friends would notice his aroused state, even though his robes were doing a good job of concealing it./ 'Harry, Jr.' was standing proud in his trousers. The organ was trying to convince Harry to take Hermione right there in front of their friends. Harry imagined his appendage pleading with him: "Go on, they won't mind. Besides, you'd just be proving to them how much you love her!"/
/ /"Ronald performed a wonderful Impediment Jinx," Luna announced.
"It wasn't as good as Ginny slapping that Death Eater around," Neville countered.
"I've never seen someone use a Sponge-Knees Curse as good as Luna did," Ron added.
"Neat," Hermione breathed out, sounding like she too was regretting their friends' arrival as much as Harry did.
When they finally arrived at the castle, the first years were quickly sorted. Then McGonagall gave a lecture. She said something about how Aurors would be guarding the castle and that the wing where the Room of Requirement was located had been blocked off earlier in the day. She reassured the students that the attack on the train earlier was a fluke and that the castle was impenetrable.
Harry wasn't paying too much attention to what the Headmistress was saying. Instead he was focused on his girlfriend who was equally focused on him. It was clear that she was just as eager as he was. Her eyes were dark with lust and Harry couldn't wait to be alone with her.
Then a very happy thought came to Harry. This was the first night Harry and Hermione would be spending in the Head Boy and Head Girl apartments. In just a few minutes, they would be alone. Right after the Welcoming Feast, Harry would be making love to Hermione; their first time after a prolonged dry spell, without fear of interruption.
Professor McGonagall ended her speech and food magically appeared on every table. Harry wolfed down his meal in a few gulps. Once he had satisfied his hunger, he grabbed Hermione's hand and said "Let's go find the Head Boy and Girl's chambers!"
Harry started to stand up, but Hermione tugged him back down.
"We have to wait until the feast is over," Hermione pointed out.
The raven haired wizard groaned pitifully. He wanted to make love to Hermione and the damned feast was stopping him from doing so. He glared at his fellow students, silently willing them to eat faster so that the feast would be over. Harry shot a hateful eye at a group of fourth year Hufflepuffs who were talking instead of finishing their meals.
'Damn then,' /Harry thought bitterly to himself. 'They're dragging this out on purpose. They know the longer they take to eat the more I suffer.'/
/ /Finally, after what felt like hours, McGonagall declared the feast over by announcing that everyone should head to their Common Rooms.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, a word," McGonagall called out.
Harry fought the urge to shout/ "HELL NO!" /and run out of the Great Hall with Hermione in tow. But Harry realized that doing so would be terribly rude. So, he forced himself to shuffle up to the Headmistress.
"Here is a map leading to your chambers," McGonagall said as she handed Hermione a piece of paper. "As Head Boy and Girl, a house-elf has been assigned to you. I took the liberty and selected Dobby to be that house-elf. He has a small room in-between your rooms. The password to get into the chamber is 'Bubblerboth'."
Harry was happy with the Headmistress' choice of elf; Dobby wasn't part of the house-elf sect that wanted to kill Harry for deflowering the Great One. And Hermione would be happy that Dobby was chosen because he was the only house-elf being paid.
"Now, you two need to be up early in the morning, so don't stay up too late," McGonagall said with her now-patented saucy wink.
"Don't worry, we won't," Hermione said rapidly before grabbing Harry's hand and ran out of the Great Hall.
The two lovers dashed through the halls. Harry was quite surprised;/ 'Harry, Jr.' /was still very hard. Even after all this time and McGonagall's wink, he was still erect! Harry thought with amusement that he must have looked like something akin to a divining rod as he ran to his new room.
They rapidly approached a door with the Hogwarts crest carved on it. Hermione said "Bubblerboth" and threw the door open and entered.
If Harry had bothered to take the time to look around him, he would have noticed that he and Hermione had entered a small room, about a quarter the size of the Gryffindor Common Room. He would have also noticed a comfy couch, two comfortable looking chairs, two desks for homework, and a fireplace along with two doors placed on either side of a small door. But as stated previously, Harry wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. No, his mind was firmly set on the task of making Hermione a very satisfied witch.
The moment they entered the room, he pushed Hermione onto the couch and leapt on her. He kissed her passionately, their tongues played in each others mouth. While they kissed, Hermione tugged at her clothes while Harry pulled his own off. Once they were both mostly naked (Harry still had his trainers and socks on and Hermione had her skirt hanging off of one of her ankles) Hermione commanded with a smile "Get to work."
Harry was getting so used to activating his Parselmouth ability that he found himself not even needing to close his eyes. He slowly slid down Hermione's body while hissing softly, which just caused goose-pimples to blossom all over her milky flesh. As he lowered himself between her legs, she started to make soft mewing sounds in anticipation. Her soft mewing instantly turned into a very enthusiastic/ "YES!" /the moment his tongue and love magic touched her flower.
He twirled his tongue around her bud and Hermione clamped her legs around his head reflexively. She squeezed her legs tighter when he gently pried apart her petals and ran his tongue up and down the inside of her labia. The brunette witch - although from Harry's current viewpoint it would be more accurate to describe Hermione as "the completely shorn witch" - didn't last very long. Apparently, she had wanted to end their dry spell just as much as Harry did. And just as Harry came a lot when Hermione pleasured him in the train, she erupted like a fountain. She had obviously been building up a lot as well.
"SWEET BABY MEAVE!" she cried out as her orgasm struck her. Harry lapped up her love happily.
Hermione relaxed her legs, freeing Harry to climb back up her body. The two lovers locked eyes and she reached down and guided Harry into her./ 'Harry, Jr.' /was so happy to be back where it belonged that it almost started crying a few seconds after it slid into Hermione's flower. Thankfully, the organ fought the urge to finish early and valiantly continued.
"Talk dirty to me," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.
Clearly, Hermione was more than happy to comply with Harry's request. Her mouth spewed such foul and creative phrases as/ "ram me," "I'm a dirty witch who needs to be spanked," and many naughty words like "fuck" and "pussy" (a word which Harry was almost positive that she didn't use in reference to Crookshanks). And added to Harry's enjoyment, when he warned his lover that he was about to climax, she loudly demanded that he should do so in her because she wanted to be a "messy witch!"/
With both lovers panting and momentarily satiated, Harry pulled out of Hermione.
"Well... that... was... fun," commented Hermione in between pants.
"Yeah... it... was," Harry breathed out.
Then our hero discovered something unusual. Generally, when/ 'Harry, Jr.' was done playing, it'd trot off to bed for a kip. Harry was quite surprised to see his organ was still awake and.... ahem/... up for another go.
"It would be a shame to let that go to waste," Hermione said as she eyed Harry's erect state.
"A dreadful shame," agreed Harry.
What followed could be best described as/ "Mad Monkey Sex." Both made odd noises consisting of "oooh's,""aah's," "eee's," and half a dozen "ook's". They also didn't just restrain themselves to using only the couch. No, they tried to "break in," /so to speak, as many pieces of furniture as possible. After they left the couch, Hermione was bent over one of the desks, a position that Harry thoroughly enjoyed because it gave him the opportunity to massage and fondle her round bottom as he took her from behind (and to Hermione's pleasure, he got a few good, hard swats against those heavenly cheeks). A few moments later found Harry lying on the rug in front of the fireplace while Hermione rode him like a pony; another position that Harry found enjoyable because it gave him the chance to stroke and rub her boobs. After that, Harry took Hermione as she lay across the other desk, a position that couldn't have been comfortable for Hermione. But judging by the happy sounds she was making and her cheers of "YES," "RIGHT THERE!" and "FASTER," Hermione didn't seem to mind the hard desk pressing into her back. And at one time, both Harry and Hermione were somehow dangling from the chandelier.
Unlike their first go at lovemaking that night, Hermione climaxed. And she did so before Harry did. Harry knew that she had an orgasm because he felt her inner walls clamp down around him. That and she cried out her usual idiom when it happened: "SWEET BABY MEAVE!"
Harry came shortly after she did. Both of them were dripping with sweat - amongst other liquids - and breathing heavily at this point. Harry was beyond satisfied. Not only did he and Hermione put an end to their dry spell, but they nearly made up for any lost time in just one session. He was proud of his accomplishment but he was also ready to fall asleep. Twice in a row is very tiring for a bloke.
However, even though he was ready for a long rest,/ 'Harry, Jr.' wasn't even slightly sleepy. The messy member looked up at Harry with its one eye as if it was proudly declaring /"I'm ready for another round, sir!"
/ /"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Harry.
Then Hermione made a noise. It was soft and rapid. Harry didn't hear it clearly, but he could have sworn that she had just said/ "yippee!"/
/ /"What was that?" asked Harry.
"Oh, nothing really," Hermione said with a very happy grin. He gave her a disbelieving look and she defended herself. "I was just commenting that all that adrenaline you had during the fight with the Death Eaters must be giving you this virility."
"Do you think it'll ever go down?" Harry asked.
"Hopefully not anytime soon," Hermione uttered under her breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Sit on the chair and let me take care of that," commanded Hermione. The tone of her voice told Harry that it would be best not to argue with her. So Harry obediently sat in the chair and Hermione promptly straddled him. She started by slowly raising and lowering herself on Harry. Then, after a bit, she increased her pace. Next, she began to grind and gyrate on/ 'Harry, Jr.' /in new and interesting ways. Hermione was making sweet and enjoyable sounds as she moved up, down, this way, and that. Harry just sat back and enjoyed the show.
"Hermione... I'm... gonna..." Harry began to warn her.
"Not just yet, Harry," she moaned out. "I'm almost there."
Harry fought it with all of his might. His face screwed up in concentration and he hoped that Hermione wasn't lying, because he was about to lose his fight and cum.
"Oh... oh... oh..." Hermione panted.
Harry fought the urge to shout/ "Would you just finish already!"/
/ /"So-o-o close," she muttered. "Almost... there."
Sweat poured off of his body and he grunted. He was now starting to hurt. His body begged for release.
"Oh, Merlin Harry," she cried. "Now, do it now."
With a shout, Harry let go and Hermione screamed once again. She collapsed on him and her body shivered with delight.
They sat there silently, basking in each others' warmth for some time. Then Hermione began to giggle softly in Harry's ear. That's when he noticed that he was still hard inside of her.
"Damn my virility," Harry murmured in exhaustion.
"Looks like someone's up for round four," she said joyously and began her luscious grinding once again.
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: Sorry about the long delay. My inspiration was chased away by issues with real life and it is slowly coming back to me. |
Title: 20 questions
Tags: True Story, Masturbation, Mature
Introduction:
Dinner with a stranger
Content:
I am a happily married travelling salesman who spends about 70% of the time on the road all over North America. This is a true story of what happened on a recent selling trip. Please forgive the length as it will probably have to come in several parts.
It gets very lonely on the road but I try to stay in touch with my wife of almost 15 years with calls every second or third night. Some of these calls become very steamy following which, or during, we will each masturbate to relieve some of the tension. Just hearing my sexy, lovely wife panting and getting off on those times when we ‘do it’ while on the phone together is enough to send me over the edge as I imagine her fingering her wet pussy and convulsing in climax. Unfortunately, while it takes the sexual edge off it doesn’t relieve the loneliness of being close to someone. This might explain what happened recently.
The time when I feel most alone is when I am in a restaurant by myself for dinner. About half the time, I would dine with a prospect or a client; but there are still many times when I will be in an unfamiliar restaurant eating silently watching couples, families or friends eating and happily engaged in conversation. That was the prospect this particular Thursday evening when I was directed to a small table for two in a corner of the hotel restaurant.
As I looked over the menu an attractive brunette, wearing business attire, was seated at the adjacent table. We exchanged a brief, but distant, smile as she took her seat and the server removed the extra place setting from her table. She was obviously a road warrior like me. I then did something completely out of character.
“Excuse me”, I said, “You look like a fellow business traveler. I have been on the road for about two weeks now. How about you?”
“Too long” came her reply not looking up and still studying the menu options. While not an overly friendly response I was eager to speak with someone about anything other than my company’s products, so I pressed my luck.
“I know how that is. A different city each day, a full agenda and yet at night I find the hardest part dining alone while everyone else in the place seems to be having a good time. My name is Paul” I said as I extended my hand.
“Rachel”
“Rachel, would you care to join me for dinner? I’m happily married and perfectly safe. I would just like to enjoy a meal talking about anything but business”
Rachel studied me for a few seconds and then moved to my table saying “Why not? That would be nice.”
Over appetizers and more than a half bottle of wine I learned that she was five years younger than me (in her late 30s), married with two children and lived on the East Coast. I learned her likes and dislikes about her job, the grind of the road, where she went to school, etc.
I had asked her what was the most interesting thing she had ever done, the scariest, memorable, funny and embarrassing by the time we were into the main course and a second bottle of wine. It was then that the questions changed tone and became far more interesting. I asked her what was the sexiest thing she had done?
She stopped eating, looked at me and then a smile came to the corners of her mouth as she leant across the table, closer to me.
“I once stripped at a club that had amateur hour,” she whispered. “I went there with a bunch of girlfriends for a few drinks and the announcer asked for volunteers from the audience. After a couple of girls tried dancing and one of them chickened out, I said I could dance better than that, so my girlfriends dared me to go on stage and the rest is history. It was very sexy taking off all my clothes in front of friends and strangers. So what’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done?”
“I once was at this strip club when this sexy brunette got up on stage….,” I teased. Then she laughed.
“So what’s the most sensuous thing you’ve ever done?” I probed.
“Ohh no, you ducked the last question so you go first,” she said sipping another glass of wine.
“That is easy”, I quickly replied because I really wanted to hear her story, “I once took a massage course. Everything about massage is sensuous, from the smell of the oil to the warmth of the skin. Ideally there is also soft music. I’ve given my wife, her sisters and several of her girlfriends massages. I must be doing something right because they keep coming back for more.” I wanted to keep it light but keep the conversation moving forward. We were flirting, harmlessly, and we both knew it. “Your turn!”
“Sex on the beach and I’m not talking about the drink. That was a long time ago, before I met my husband actually. Have you heard of Little Beach on Maui?” Not waiting for an answer she continued, “We were on vacation and my boyfriend said we were going to the beach. I didn’t know it was a nude beach until we got there, laid out blankets in a more secluded part of the beach and he started taking off his clothes. Little Beach is just off Big Beach, where everyone wears clothes, so I didn’t notice that the few people on Little Beach were naked.”
“The sun was warm on my skin while the breeze took the direct heat off. My motor was started by putting sunscreen on parts that hadn’t had sunscreen before. I was laying on my stomach as my boyfriend put some sunscreen on my butt cheeks but he also took the opportunity to slide his fingers lower and toy with me. We ultimately ended up spooning with him behind me. It was so good but very frustrating.”
“Why?”
“Because we had to move slowly so others didn’t know what we were doing. They don’t call it Little Beach for nothing. While nudity is tolerated, I don’t know about full on sex. It was very sensuous though with the sounds of the surf, the heat, the slow rocking, the continued tension and fear we would be found out.”
“You definitely beat me on that one” I said pouring the last of the second bottle of wine into her glass. I sensed she was really enjoying our game, so I pressed on. “OK, let’s see. What is the most erotic thing you’ve done? The thing that turns you on the most.”
“You mean I can only pick one?” she said with a slight wink just before sipping her glass. At that point I didn’t know if I had gone too far and she would bolt, defer on the question, or…… “I don’t know if I’ve come across my most erotic (she half whispered and mouthed the word ‘erotic’ recognizing we were in a restaurant where someone may overhear us ) moment. You know they say it is only kinky until you try it. I think it might be the same for this too. Let me think about it while you tell me yours.”
She had turned the tables again and now I was on the spot going first. I realized that she might gauge my response to tell me something that was on the same level. If I went too far over the top for her, that might end the conversation and she’d think I was creepy. But if I told her something more tame, she might think I was a prude. It was weird because I had just met her and after dinner we would go separate ways because I wasn’t going to sleep with her (I never cheat on my wife). Yet, here I was caring about the impression I was about to make. Once I had that split second insight I decided I would just lay it out on the table and what would happen, happens.
“The thing I find most erotic is either watching or making a woman cum”. I studied her face to see if I hit a nerve with such a direct word. She really had a poker face, but she again leant forward. “Let me explain with a couple of examples,” I continued. “Let me tell you about the time I gave, Susan, one of my sister-in-laws a massage.”
“She had driven across country to visit us with one of her friends. It took her two days and when she arrived Susan complained to my wife, Lisa, that all the muscles in her neck and back were sore from the long hours at the wheel and a bad motel bed the night before. My wife suggested that I give Susan a massage, while my wife chatted with Susan’s friend.”
I continued, “I laid out a towel on the bed while Lisa led Susan into the en-suite with a towel to cover herself and instructions to strip down. When Susan came out I told her to lay on her back so I could start with her neck before moving on to give her a scalp and facial massage. I undid and draped the towel she was wearing over her body so she was covered from her armpits to half way down her thighs, and started the massage.” Rachel continued to sip her wine.
“I then had her roll onto her stomach so I could massage her back and the back of her legs. I held the towel so Susan could roll away from me and still be covered. I had her slide her hands under her hips so she would be more comfortable. I massaged her from the shoulders down her back, over her butt and down the backs of her legs.”
“It was time for Susan to roll over for the last time but before I could grab the towel, she rolled onto her back cupping her hands between her legs to cover herself. She told me she was too warm under the towel and although she was now topless and almost fully nude, neither of us minded,” I said. That slight smile at the corner of Rachel’s lips returned at this part. She seemed VERY interested in what I was saying.
“I started to massage Susan’s feet when I thought I noticed her hand moving ever so slightly under the cover of the other hand. As I moved up her legs the movement was obvious and blatant. She was playing with herself. She no longer was hiding the fact that she was masturbating as my hands moved up just past her knees. As I massaged higher on her leg her movements became more frantic and her breathing more labored. When she came it was a very erotic and intense moment for both of us.”
Rachel just continued smiling while holding her wine glass in two hands. The waiter came up and cleared the plates and offered the bill.
Rachel reminded me I said two examples. I offered the less risqué of the two first to judge her reaction.
“Right, the other one happened just three months ago. My last prospect of the trip blew off my appointment, due to illness, so I was able to catch a much earlier flight home. After being on the road for almost three weeks I was eager to see Lisa,” I explained.
“As I drove up that afternoon I saw Lisa’s friend’s car in the driveway and found both Lisa and Kim by our pool, tanning topless. And yes Rachel, just about everyone in Southern California has a pool”, I added chuckling. Lisa told me a long time ago that because our backyard is very private and I’m away a lot, several of her girlfriends feel comfortable enough to stop by to tan topless and I suspect a few tan in the nude too.
“I noticed that one empty wine bottle was beside the ice bucket and the girls were just emptying the second into their glasses as I walked out. Lisa was pleased and excited as she jumped up to meet me. It was obvious she was a little tipsy and Kim probably was too. After a sloppy wet kiss, Lisa suggested that I change, poor a drink and join them.” I left out the part where Lisa hunched her pubic bone against my upper thigh while she kissed and hugged me to let me know I had a bigger welcome coming later.
Rachel interjected. “I suppose now you’re going to tell me you had a threesome. That is such a cliché that I think you’re making this up.”
“Nope,” I countered smugly knowing the truth. “Wrong on both counts. I never took off my clothes.”
“Then it was girl sex?” Rachel looked both very interested in that possible story line and a little perplexed.
“Sorry wrong again,” I said just as the bill was brought to the table. As I signed both dinners to my room I sat in silence as Rachel must have been thinking what I was about to tell her. While she almost seemed upset at the possibility of being strung along a minute ago, she now was definitely intrigued. Rachel touched the top of my hand as I slid the signed bill to the waiter.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“As I got to the patio door on my way to the pool I heard the girls laughing,” I continued. “Kim asked Lisa if she ever had a G-Spot orgasm? I think the girl talk that afternoon had been about sex. Lisa said she had many a time and asked Kim if she had. By this time I had sat at the end of the chaise lounge Lisa was reclining on. Lisa looked up at me and told me that Kim “the poor thing” hadn’t had one of those really intense orgasms.
Kim then asked Lisa what it felt like and was it really good? My wife spent a few minutes trying as best she could to describe the feeling. And yes, Lisa said, they were really, really good.
Kim half laughed and said she needed to learn how to do that.”
“I thought everyone knew how,” Rachel blurted out then covered her mouth and looked around the restaurant to see if anyone heard her. “I mean, doesn’t everyone read Cosmo at least once?”
“I guess not,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Anyway, my little minx slid off her bikini bottom as she said “We’ll show you!” and placed her legs on either side of me.”
Rachel’s mouth dropped open. “You’re making this up.”
“No I’m not,” I told her truthfully. “Don’t forget I was away for almost three weeks, the conversation was somewhat graphic and my wife was feeling no pain from the two bottles of wine. But to cut to the chase, I’m no fool so I started to stroke her and then massage her G-Spot while Lisa was describing what I was doing inside her. Her talking didn’t last very long before she got lost in what we were doing and then she climaxed, in front of her friend.”
While I didn’t tell Rachel this, Lisa’s friend Kim was practically falling off her lounger to get a better look at what I was doing. I also didn’t tell her that Lisa gets very wet during sex, so the sounds of my fingers inside her pussy combined with Lisa’s moaning and orgasm must have turned Kim on as much as they did me.
“After Lisa came, all Kim could say was ‘WOW.’”
“That must have been quite the show,” Rachel half whispered.
“I certainly thought so,” I said smiling. “But the most unexpected thing happened next. Lisa turned to Kim and said ‘Your turn’. Although Kim hesitated at first, Lisa pointed out that I knew what I was doing so the chances were she would have a good first experience and Lisa was sitting right next to her. Before I knew it I was doing the same for Kim as I just did for Lisa. Now, Rachel, I must be honest and say I don’t know if I’m that good or if it was the whole setting or if Kim always has strong climaxes but it was incredible, beautiful and highly erotic. What I also thought was sexy was that Kim reached out for Lisa’s hand just before she came and they held hands through it all.”
“And so what happened next?”
“Nothing. Well, later Lisa and I had a great time; but at that moment, nothing. Lisa asked that I bring them both some water and I refilled my drink. I guess Kim felt a little uncomfortable being married and letting me bring her off. But Lisa again pointed out that I was fully clothed, she was there, nothing more was going to happen between Kim and I, and it really wasn’t much different that using a toy to masturbate. As my wife said, all Kim did was substitute my fingers for the toy. Plus,” I added, “Kim had just learned something new she could bring to their bedroom. After thinking about it Kim agreed and felt better. And the rest of the afternoon just carried on, as always.”
It seemed as though the server always timed his approach to the table when we could have just finished talking about the weather because he seemed none the wiser to our real conversation as he asked us if we wanted anything else even though we had closed our tab.
We took that as a cue to leave. We went to the hotel elevator and selected our respective floor buttons. On the ride up I thanked Rachel for the great conversation and apologized if it had become too intimate. I told her that sometimes it is easy to open up to strangers in a very personal way even though, or particularly because, it is only for a few hours never to be repeated.
As Rachel’s was the first floor the elevator stopped at she said she had a great time, was thankful she accepted my invitation to join me for dinner, even though she rarely drinks that much, and said I lived an interesting life. When the elevator door opened Rachel said good night with a light peck on the cheek and stepped into the hallway.
Just as the elevator door was closing, I held it open. “Wait, Rachel. I just remembered, you didn’t tell me your story.”
She smiled, crooked her finger and did the ‘come here’ waggle. And that is another story. |
Title: 20 Questions - the final part
Tags: True Story, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Male/Female, Masturbation, Mature, Voyeurism
Introduction:
Please read parts 1 and 2 first
Content:
Thank you to those who commented on parts 1 & 2. Recounting this experience passes the time I’d otherwise spend alone in another hotel room. For the person who noted that there was sexual contact when Rachel briefly touched me (Part 2), I don’t disagree but I’d point out that she never promised not to touch me and that brief touch definitely doesn’t fit our (my wife and I) definition of fooling around or cheating. To better understand how we define cheating read part 1 and the conversation between Lisa, my wife, and Kim after Kim came. Now onto the last part of this adventure.
“Ohh, that was hot,” she said! “Believe it or not, that was the first time I’ve played in front of someone like that. Not even my husband has seen me do that and cum in person.”
She finally used the word!
“Really?”
“Ohh, that was really good,” Rachel said as she lazily continued to caress along her pussy lips with one hand and up and down her belly and over her breasts with the other, catching her breath.
I excused myself and went to the tiny bathroom to clean up. When I returned a minute later Rachel was exactly as I had left her, still idly caressing her body and her sex while reclining on the pillows she placed against the headboard earlier.
I just stopped in my tracks to admire her beauty and wrestle with the conflicting thoughts in my head. She looked very fuckable but I wasn’t about to throw away a fantastic marriage (I may share some of our married sex life in other stories) and have Lisa walk out for a few minutes of sweaty humping. I was about to gather my clothes, get dressed and leave when Rachel looked at me standing just outside the bathroom door and smiled that half smile I saw over dinner.
“I’m still horny,” she grinned.
I didn’t want to have to turn her down if she was suggesting what I thought she was. “Now who is suggesting funny business?”
Rachel laughed. “Do you know how funny that sounds with you standing there naked and me with my legs spread?” I had to share the laugh, half hoping that would allow me to bid her goodnight and avoid a potentially awkward situation.
“Paul, I almost never climax just once, and playing with myself in front of you was such an incredible turn on. Would you mind if I did it again for you?” Rachel bit her lower lip in anticipation of my reply.
Mind? What red blooded man, or woman for that matter, would mind watching a sexy woman bring herself off? I just smiled and walked over to the bed, but this time I laid down beside her, propped up on my side facing her. I lightly traced my fingers up and down her arm as I said, “Be my guest.”
Rachel turned her head to look at me and there was a sharp intake of her breath as she applied obvious pressure to her clit. I briefly thought of moving forward so our skin touched or my penis would rest against her hip but concluded that could lead to problems so I just continued to run my fingers up and down her arm feeling her muscles twitch as she played with herself, rubbing her hand side to side and then up and down over her clit. She was a beautiful sight.
“Your fingers feel nice,” she cooed. “The second one always takes a little while longer. Too bad I don’t have one of my toys here,” she continued softly as she closed her eyes; I think to better concentrate on the sensations.
Now there was a surprise. I hadn’t asked Rachel if she had or used toys. But why wouldn’t she? I don’t think many women don’t have at least one in their bedside table. My wife, Lisa has a small collection in a box under the bed she calls her “toy box”. There are a couple of dildos, a glass dildo she swears by and a Rabbit vibrator with ears that send her into orbit when they tickle her clit. Lisa tells me it is like the Rabbit is pulling the orgasm out of her, it is so intense.
“So you like vibrators?”
“Hmm, hmm. The vibrations just send me over.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t open your eyes. Just keep doing what you are doing but wait for me.” I slipped off the bed and in a minute I was back, but this time I sat next to Rachel. “Now Rachel, trust me, ok?”
“OK.”
“Take both your hands and hold yourself open.”
“Are you going to do what you did with Kim?” Rachel said as she spread her pussy lips as instructed and wiggled her bum in anticipation. “Are your fingers going to be my toy?”
I didn’t answer her. Instead I flipped the switch on the electric toothbrush I spied when cleaning myself up in the bathroom and placed the back of the head on her clit (using the brush side would just cause pain).
Rachel’s eyes flew open to see what I was using on her as the battery powered brush strummed across her most sensitive part. “Ummm, I’d never have thought of that,” Rachel said before settling down to the sensations running through her body again. “You are inventive, aren’t you?”
I moved the toothbrush around teasing her, running it over her clit and then down the sides of her lips before returning to her button. I could feel Rachel’s hips lifting from the bed and then start a circular motion as though she was grinding up to her lover.
I was grinning like a Cheshire cat because I was controlling her pleasure raising the heat and then moving the head away from her clit, down her pussy lips so her excitement mounted and then hit a plateau. Rachel was moaning and grunting, grinding her hips in the air.
With my other hand I started caressing her stomach and then her soft firm breasts, slowly circling in ever smaller circles around the fullness of her breast until the circles were just around her nipple. Then I’d move to the other breast and repeat the process in reverse, but not before giving her nipple a pinch that caused Rachel to groan in pleasure. After some time, when I thought she was very close to cuming, I pulled the brush head away completely – just an inch or two. Rachel opened her eyes and stared at me with an expression of lust and frustration. Through her glazed look I swear I could almost read her mind. The look said “You Fucker”. She knew I was in control of her climax.
That was what we both were waiting for, I think. I know I was. But when I touched the head back to her pussy, she jammed two fingers in herself making a very wet slurping sound and immediately came -hard, clasping her legs together trapping her fingers inside her and the toothbrush in the cleft of her pussy. She rolled onto her side away from me and then back to the middle loudly saying “Ohh, god” over and over again and panting like an overheated dog.
If the first one was a big orgasm, this was seismic. It seemed to roll over her again and again. She push my hand holding the toothbrush away from her, an indication that the sensations were now too much for her sensitive skin. Her breathing changed to a series of “Ha” sounds matched with a slight convulsion as each subsequent tremble passed through her.
When her orgasm faded Rachel laid there, eyes closed and with a very contented smile. “Thank you” was all she could muster saying.
“You are most welcome. Thank you for sharing that with me. You were so beautiful and so sexy.”
With that, her smile widened as she snuggled into the pillows. I got up to return the toothbrush to the bathroom and clean it. I also had to pee like a racehorse after all the wine and scotch.
A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom to find Rachel curled up in the fetal position breathing softly.” Rachel?” I said quietly. No answer. So I slipped back into my shirt and pants, grabbed my jacket and slipped out of her room.
A short elevator ride and I was back in my room. As I masturbated remembering what just happened I also made up my mind to buy Lisa a webcam for our home computer. I know she’ll go along with it and it promises to be fun.
The After Story.
I did buy a couple of webcams (one for each of our computers) and explained how we could use them on future trips instead of just panting into the phone. Lisa immediately took to the idea and it has made my business trips much more enjoyable.
I’ve even scrolled through a few webcam sites and think I may have seen Rachel playing with herself one time, but because I didn’t see her face I can’t be sure.
And as I said earlier, I’ve tried inviting other women to join me for dinner (with great success) and engaging them in sexual questions ( a little less success, but I am amazed at what people tell me); but I have yet to repeat the erotic evening with Rachel. |
Title: 20 Questions Part 2
Tags: True Story, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Masturbation
Introduction:
Continued from 20 Questions
Content:
This is the second part of what happened on a recent business trip. It will help if you read the first part. First I will answer a couple of questions/comments left from the first part. Everything I’ve written really happened. It IS a true story. I recall it so well because it was recent and really turned me on, so I’ve played it over in my mind, while on the road. While I haven’t been as fortunate afterward I have tried to replicate the event with a few other women. One thing I have learned is that it is amazing just what strangers will tell you about their intimate life if you just ask the right questions.
If you recall I left off after reminding Rachel she didn’t tell me what was the most erotic thing she had done; after she let the hotel elevator on her floor and she motioned me to follow her.
When I stepped out of the elevator Rachel said she didn’t want to have “that” conversation in the hall. When we got to her room she said, “You said you were happily married and I was safe with you, right?”
“Right, I don’t sleep around on Lisa. I promise I won’t try anything funny.” I put one hand in the air as though taking an oath and crossed my heart with my other hand and Rachel giggled as she opened the door and muttered she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Come in. Don’t mind the mess and can you see if the mini-bar has one of those little bottles of wine? I’ll need another drink to tell you. I’ll be right out” And with that she disappeared into the bathroom. I did find a bottle of wine for Rachel and I decided to pour a scotch for me as a nightcap and put the two glasses on the little side table in the room and sat in one of the two chairs.
When she returned she thanked me for pouring the drinks and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Well,” I said “I am all ears. What was the most erotic thing you’ve done?”
“Umm, yes. How should I begin?” Rachel took a drink of her wine. “I really can’t believe I’m telling you this.
OK. I wasn’t kidding when I asked ‘just one’, you know. I don’t think just one thing can turn someone on or can be erotic. I think it changes over time. What was once a big turn on could become passé; particularly if it was the idea of trying something different or daring and then when you try, you take it off your bucket list. You know what I mean?” That was a rhetorical question because she continued, even though I nodded in agreement.
“I once thought threesomes would be really hot and the idea was very erotic. So I tried one with my husband and a guy we met while on vacation. The foreplay was great having four hands on me and two mouths; but the actual sex with the guy was disappointing because he didn’t know my body and what turns me on like my husband does. So something I once would have said was highly erotic turned out not so hot.” Rachel giggled at her pun as she took another sip and continued.
“I think women are generally exhibitionists and guys are voyeurs. Like your sister-in-law or your wife and her friend – Kim was it? They got off by showing.”
“Or you at the strip club?” I interjected.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Rachel continued, “I like looking too but what I find really erotic right now in my life is being the exhibitionist. So that is what I find erotic.” Rachel just stopped the conversation with that simple statement and looked at me as though she had answered the question-challenge and it was my turn to speak.
“Not so fast there,” I admonished her, “I asked what you have DONE that was erotic and turned you on. You can’t stop there because that’s a cop-out.”
Rachel smiled. “Got me. This is embarrassing. Do I really have to say?”
“Yes. I did so you have to.”
Rachel took more of gulp of her wine than a sip and then started.
“Sometimes my husband and I watch adult movies. We used to rent them from the back room of one of the videos stores where we live. When the place closed, we discovered X-rated internet videos had improved in quality, length and number of sites, so we started watching those videos; and in particular homemade videos of real people doing it.
On a business trip a while back I decided I was going to watch some of those videos on my laptop. I can’t really watch the movies on the hotel movie channel because I have to turn in my hotel receipts to my company. I was trying to find the site my husband picks when I came across a site with live webcams. It featured men, women, gays…… and couples too, at home. These are all just people, not actors, with their webcams on, and many even had sound. Since it was free I decided to try a few of them. Some were hot but many were tame or down-right boring. I ended the evening being quite frustrated and disappointed.
The next night I went back to the site and found the webcam of a couple sitting in their bedroom. It didn’t take them long to start into foreplay, then oral sex and then full on sex. When they were done I found another webcam of a guy slowly stroking on cam. Both of these shows were really having an effect on me and I could understand the attraction of cybersex. Except you’re not really having sex, are you?”
“Well that couple was, but I know what you mean, the two people on either end of the computer aren’t having sex themselves,” I said not knowing where she was going with this, because Rachel was a little drunk by now and rambling a bit.
“Right!” Rachel said, “It’s more like watching a porn video while playing with yourself except you are each other’s porn. Me for them and them for me.
I was so turned on…..just like I was at the strip club. So, I screwed up my courage, created an account and turned on the laptop’s camera. I positioned it carefully so my face would be hidden but anyone who wanted to could see all my assets.” Rachel did a Vanna White wave of her hands up and down the length of her body as she said this.
“The way it was placed also allowed me to read the chat box and see how many people chose to open my camera on their computer. Nothing much happened at the beginning but I saw the counter climb to a couple dozen people. Most of the comments were nice and flattering but some were rude and a few just weird, like the guy who wanted to see my feet or the other person who wanted to see me pee.
Anyway I started to caress myself and it was like someone put up an ad or something because I soon had over 200 on the counter. The thought of that many people wanting to watch me touch myself was so erotic. I had a huge toe curling one.” Rachel stopped and sipped her wine finishing off the mini-bar bottle; and it amused me that she was telling me very personal details but couldn’t bring herself to say orgasm, or cum – just ‘one’.
“So?” I questioned, “There must be more.”
“Well,” Rachel said looking into her empty glass, “I guess I’ve become a little addicted to showing myself off because I do it at least once on every trip.”
“Does your husband know?”
“God, no. He doesn’t tell me when or how he gets off without me so I don’t tell him when I do. But he is the recipient of my supercharged libido when I get home. A girl needs at least one secret.” Rachel was looking straight at me when she said that and held my gaze.
The whole conversation this evening had me turned on more than I had been in at least the three weeks I was gone from home, so now it was my turn to screw up my courage and really press my luck.
“Rachel, now that we’ve played a little game of ‘truth’; how about a dare?” Before she could answer I continued, “How would you like to play for me right now rather than for the computer? You’re an exhibitionist and I like watching women climax.”
“Or making them, you said”
“Yeah, but I also told you I don’t cheat on Lisa so I won’t jump you or anything like that. I also promised, remember?” I again crossed my heart with one hand and raised the other. Rachel studied the carpet for a few seconds but it seemed like forever.
“Tell you what,” Rachel said kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning the jacket to her business suit. “I’ll do it if you do too. That way we’ll be each other’s porn.”
Only a fool would turn down an offer like that. The best case alternative would have been to watch Rachel then jack-off back in my room after.
Rachel propped up some pillows on the headboard of the King sized bed and shimmied out of her clothes. She was stunning. There was no evidence of having two kids on her trim body. Her breasts, while not as large as some women I’ve seen naked, were the perfect proportion for her. It was obvious that she took pride in her appearance and body right down to the neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair pointing to the cleft of her pussy.
I was taking a little longer to get out of my suit because I was admiring each part of her body as it was revealed before me. I had my shoes, socks, jacket and pants off when Rachel came up to me with a smile and undid my tie and then started unbuttoning my shirt. Once I took off my boxers, allowing my obvious hard on to spring out, Rachel patted the bottom corner of the bed indicating I should sit there.
She then crawled onto the bed bringing one leg to one side of me and allowing the other to hang off the bed. The effect of this was she was now totally open to my view from near the foot of the bed.
“This is going to be fun,” Rachel purred as she first cupped both breasts in her hands before allowing one hand to slide down her body and between her open legs. In the meantime, I had grabbed myself and was slowly stroking determined that I was going to hold out until after Rachel came.
At first she watched me intently but as she moved from rubbing her clit to dipping a finger inside herself she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Just as I was getting into her private show, Rachel stopped moving and opened her eyes to look me in the eye. In a split second I thought she had chickened out and was going to kick me out.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Did you need some lotion or something? I have some in the bathroom.”
“No, I’m ok” The pre-cum was all I needed.
“Good because I don’t want you to wander off. I am so turned on and wet I don’t think I’m going to last long. But just to be sure….” Rachel sat up extracting the fingers from her pussy and ran them over the tip of my cock leaving her juices on me. “There. I think that’ll help.”
‘Think?’ I said to myself. Her warm, wet fingers running over the head just about did me in before we/she really got started.
Rachel laid back and started to quickly rub her pussy with one hand while sliding first one then two fingers in and out using the other hand. “That feels so good,” she said as she worked her body. The room smelled of her sex and the sounds of her moans and her fingers working in and out of her added to my own building excitement. Her eyes glazed over as she watched me pick up the pace of my stroking.
When Rachel came her body convulsed, lurching and buckling forward as she expelled the air from her lungs in a series of staccato “UGHs”. Tremors continued through her body like little aftershocks as her hand slowed its rubbing and her fingers were withdrawn from deep inside her. She opened her eyes just as I grunted and streams spurted from me. She smiled again and closed her eyes for a minute.
“Ohh, that was hot,” she said! “Believe it or not, that was the first time I’ve played in front of someone like that. Not even my husband has seen me do that and cum in person.”
She finally used the word! |
Title: 21Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-One: School work and oral exams
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-One: Term starts and Harry's workload bogs him down. Thankfully a friend gives him an idea on how to relieve his stress.
The first few days of term were very stressful for Harry, to say the least. Every one of his instructors started their lessons by reiterating the fact that the seventh year students would be taking the aptly named N.E.W.T.'s in the near future. Each warned the students that this year would be particularly difficult. The professors gave a hint at just how difficult the year would be when they gave out their first assignments. Slughorn's assignment required the students to read four lengthy chapters focusing on eight potions. The students then had to write four feet of parchment on each potion by the end of the week. McGonagall warned her students that they would have to master human transfiguration by end of the lesson on Friday. Even the usually jolly Sprout was deadly serious as she informed her students that they would be pruning the treacherous "Tithwillow Sponge-Shrub" causing a fair a number of Harry's fellow students to shiver in fear.
The only classes that didn't immediately overload Harry were Charms and DADA. Flitwick informed his class they would be mastering the difficult Patronus Charm. Our hero smiled triumphantly when Flitwick announced this assignment to the class with the ego-boosting comment of: "If you are having difficulty with the charm, you can talk with Mr. Potter, as he has already mastered it."
But Harry's pride was knocked down a little as the little professor continued: "Also, if you are concerned that you cannot focus on a happy enough thought required to cast a Patronus, take heart. I personally know of an Auror by the name of Nymphadora Tonks who was able to cast a wonderful Patronus even while being in a lasting and severe bout of depression. Clearly, if a severely depressed witch can successfully perform the charm, than it isn't as hard as your peers, teachers, family, and politicians may have told you."
The workload in DADA was even less than Charms. In fact, there was no workload whatsoever. When Harry and his fellow students walked into the classroom, they found this year's instructor, a wizard by the name of Herbert Johnson-Thames, sitting behind his desk with his nose buried in a book. He didn't bother to look up and greet the class as they entered. Nor did he even make a single sound acknowledging their presence. Hermione tried to get a response out of the wizard by walking up to the professor's desk and introducing herself - of course she had to point out that she was Head Girl; she earned that right and she was going to do it, by Merlin. But apparently the fact that the Head Girl had just introduced herself to Johnson-Thames did not impress him. The wizard continued to stare directly at his book and disregard her existence.
Harry was starting to wonder if the professor was even alive. He hadn't moved an inch, causing Harry to believe that Johnson-Thames must have had an aneurism right at the desk and died. But Harry's speculation was dashed the moment the bell sounded and the professor began to read aloud from the lesson book.
"This year you ... ... higher spells and hexes in order to ... yourself and others. Some of these spell ... very difficult to ... and many of you ... ... it incredibly difficult. But ... not ... . This incredibly informative book ... ... you how to ... even the most difficult charm."
On and on he went. He read in his odd broken way and still refused to look up from his book. Harry reckoned that Johnson-Thames must have been very nervous; that would explain the odd breaks as he spoke and why he wouldn't look up. After about fifteen minutes of Johnson-Thames' reading, the majority of the class began to fidget. Some of the students even began to do homework for other classes. Not that the professor seemed to care, he continued to read from the text.
"He's just reading from the book?" Ron asked incredulously.
"It looks like McGonagall had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to get someone to teach Defense this year," Harry sounded. "And all she could find was someone who can only read the book aloud."
"Oh, he doing worse than just/ 'only reading'/," Hermione said with unhidden anger. "He's reading the text, but for some reason, he's skipping over all of the verbs."
The bespectacled wizard was curious to see if his girlfriend was right. So Harry turned the pages in his book until he found the one that Johnson-Thames was reading from. Harry followed along as the professor read.
"For example, even a poorly ... Shield Charm ... effective against lower hexes and charms like Jelly-Legs. But a low powered Stun Hex ... easily ... through a poorly ... Shield Charm. If you ... ... how to ... a Shield Charm correctly, you ... as well not ... it at all."
Sure enough, Johnson-Thames was dropping every single verb.
"Maybe he was hit with some sort of jinx that makes you skip over verbs?" speculated Harry.
"Or he has a phobia," Ron hypothesized. "You know, the thought of verbs terrifies him so much that he can't bear to read them."
"Or perhaps he's just a blithering idiot," Hermione said contemptuously. It was clear she had no respect for Johnson-Thames; the wizard was wasting valuable time where Hermione could be learning something new. The idea of missing out on learning simply made her blood boil.
When the bell rang announcing the end of the lesson, Johnson-Thames simply stopped reading. He didn't even bother to look up. All of the students waited patiently for their assignments... and waited. But the professor refused to speak. Hermione was so upset that not only had Johnson-Thames wasted a double lesson, but he didn't hand out any homework either that she stomped to her next lesson in a huff.
Despite the fact that Harry had already mastered his Charms work and there was no DADA work, the assignments for the other classes were heavy enough that even Hermione balked at the sheer size of it.
Added onto this workload, McGonagall held true to her word. The returning class this year was so small that the professors didn't need to break up lessons between the lower years and were able to lump all of the Houses from each year into one class. This gave McGonagall and all the other professors a lot of free time. Free time that the Headmistress used to tutor Harry and his friends.
She had spent an extra three hours everyday with Harry and his friends going over how to use basic Transfiguration in battle. The Headmistress reasoned that basic transfiguration was easy for a seventh year like Harry, but it wasn't so easy in battle while your enemy is trying to hex you. For the first two days, Harry spent hours and hours trying to transfigure a beetle into a button while Ron, Luna, and Hermione fired off hexes at the bespectacled youth. The exercise proved very difficult. Harry had a hard time focusing on the proper incantation and wand movements while ducking and dodging his friends' various hexes. What added to the difficulty Harry faced when trying to concentrate on the incantation was the realization that it was an utterly useless transfiguration. After all, Harry wasn't a big fan of learning in small steps. On Wednesday, Flitwick joined McGonagall and the duo trained Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna how to combine Charms and Transfiguration so that they could animate objects much like Dumbledore had done when he had fought against Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic (this at least Harry found to have immediate and intrinsic benefits).
Harry's stress was increased even further by his duties as Head Boy. Every night, he and Hermione had to patrol the halls of the castle after curfew, making sure no students were sneaking about. Every once in a while, he would see one of the Aurors that were assigned to protect Hogwarts. It felt good having the extra security.
By the fourth day, all the extra work made Harry look exhausted. His hair was a mess/ - more so than usual - and he had heavy bags under his eyes caused by lack of sleep. However, he was better off than his girlfriend. Hermione's hair was a mess - more so than usual - /and she, too, had heavy bags under her eyes. But Harry was better off than Hermione in one aspect: he could sit down properly. Even though it had been four days since the Welcoming Feast, Hermione was still sore from the four-in-a-row shag-fest she and Harry had that night. The poor girl still had a noticeable limp. Of course, she had an ear-to-ear smile that accompanied that limp, so she wasn't complaining.
One thing that made Harry's days a little better was that he shared the same bed with Hermione. Mind you, they didn't have sex because she was still sore (and he was too damn tired to perform), but it was still nice to simply cuddle and then wake up next to the woman he loved every morning.
Friday night, as Hermione patrolled the west wing looking for any students out past curfew, Harry searched the east wing, he came across Tonks' friend and Auror-trainee, Courtney. She bounded up to the raven haired wizard and gave him a hug in greeting.
"Hiya, Courtney," Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, this is my class' week to patrol the castle," she answered. "I've been stationed on the grounds since I got here. But this is the first time I've gotten the assignment to come inside. I haven't been in here since I graduated; it feels so weird."
"So how's Tonks?" asked Harry.
"She's as huge as a house and absolutely gorgeous," Courtney answered with a big grin. "Tonks and Remus are so effing happy it's contagious. She's due any second now, thanks to that prank you and Hermione pulled."
"That's great," Harry said with a smile.
The two began to walk down the hall and they continued their conversation.
"Oh, by the way, did anyone find out why those Death Eaters were trying to kidnap the girls from the train?" Harry asked. "Was it for a dark ritual or some form of blackmail plot against the Ministry?"
"Actually, we found out something very interesting when the prisoners were interrogated," Courtney answered. "The girls weren't nabbed for a ritual or for blackmail. The prisoners confirmed that You-Know-Who had no idea about the attack. Which makes sense; if he did know of the attack, he would've sent more than just a few of his followers."
"Then why did they attack?" asked Harry.
"Well, according to the prisoners, You-Know-Who does a little contest every year to boost morale in his followers; it's called/ 'Little Miss Death Eater'," /the Auror in training explained. "It's basically a talent show for the Death Eaters' daughters. The winner's family gets a hundred galleons and a private dinner with He Who Must Not Be Named.
"Apparently, the Death Eaters who were involved in the attack on the train either didn't have any daughters of their own, or their daughters were so ugly and untalented that they didn't stand a chance in the competition," Courtney continued. "These Death Eaters were so eager for their Master's praise that they concocted a plan to kidnap a bunch of girls from the Hogwarts' Express and pass them off as their own daughters."
"You're kidding," Harry said. "They planned to kidnap children just so they could have dinner with Voldemort? They somehow found a way to break through the wards around the train and decided not to launch a full scale attack that would've devastated the Ministry and every witch and wizard in Great Britain. Instead, they just wanted to win a talent show?"
"Yep," she responded. "No one ever accused Death Eaters of being the smartest bunch of people.
"Let's change the subject to something more enjoyable than dim-witted Death Eaters," Courtney continued. "So, have you and Hermione used all those toys I gave her?"
"Um... just two," Harry admitted with a touch of embarrassment. He wasn't ashamed that he and Hermione had only used two of the toys, but he was hesitant about speaking so openly about sex with Courtney.
"Which ones?" she asked. Harry didn't immediately respond, so she gave him a playful pinch on his arm and asked again. "Which ones did you use?"
"The feather and the cuffs," Harry said, blushing.
"Ooo, I've got to know; did she tie you up or did you tie her up?" Courtney asked with excitement.
"Well, she kind of tied herself up," Harry said and felt his cheeks heat up even more.
"You mean you didn't tie her up?" she asked.
"Well, she showed me the cuffs and told me to tap my wand on them," he explained. "Then she told me to use the feather on her."
"Does she tell you what to do a lot of the time? I mean when you're being intimate?" she asked.
"Yeah," Harry admitted. "She pretty much tells me what to do in those situations." After a beat, he added, "Not that I mind."
"Of course not. You're a bloke," Courtney commented. "But you've got to take the reins once in a while."
"Excuse me?"
"You know," Courtney continued. "Take control; be dominating once in a while."
"What do you mean by 'dominating'?"
/ /"Well, I'm not suggesting you tie her down and spank her..." Courtney paused dramatically before continuing. "Unless she likes that sort of thing."
"But I like to... well, please Hermione," Harry said, still a little shy about the topic of conversation. "She tells me what to do to make her... happy and that makes me happy, you know."
"Yeah, it's nice to have a girlfriend give you pointers; that way you don't mess up," Courtney agreed. "But it doesn't hurt to just do it to please yourself every now and then. I mean, I'm sure if you made yourself happy, that it would please Hermione as well. Besides, most witches wouldn't mind a wizard that takes control once in a while."
"What would you suggest?"
"The next time you two are alone, push her on the bed and shag her rotten. Don't light candles or play some romantic music, just tug on her hair and bang her brains out," suggested the Auror in training. "Do something for yourself. Fulfill one of your fantasies. Have her dress up, maybe as a nun. Hell, I fulfilled my muggle-born boyfriend's fantasy. I dressed in this weird bronze metal bikini, something he saw in a film once. Or if you want, just cum on her tits. Whatever floats your boat."
Harry felt as if his face was on fire at Courtney's comments. He tried to avert his eyes, but it was too late.
"You want to titty-shag her!" she exclaimed, correctly interpreting Harry's increased discomfort. He looked around in a mild panic, worried that someone had overheard her statement. Apparently, Harry's embarrassment only made Courtney want to rib him even further. "You want to wedge your willy between her boobs and cum on her, don't you?"
What Harry wanted right that moment was to run away and hide; he was beyond embarrassed by Courtney's comments. The forwardness of the witch caught him completely off guard.
"Then you should do it," the rambunctious witch demanded. "Mount her chest and use her jugs to wank off."
"I can't ask her to do that," Harry said, imaging the mortified look on Hermione's face at the mere suggestion.
"If she has a problem with it, just tell her to lie back and enjoy the show," Courtney argued.
"I... I dunno," Harry said doubtfully.
"You'll never know if you don't try," Courtney said, giving Harry a pat on the shoulder. "Well I'm off. Have fun with Hermione. Remember, if she's really opposed to giving you a titty-shag, have her give you a hummer while she's dressed up in a costume. It really can be fun!"
/As Courtney walked away humming an oddly aggressive marching tune (a tune that seemed somehow familiar to Harry; perhaps it was done by that John Williams fellow that Hermione had mentioned), /Harry pondered over her suggestions. Besides his fear of Hermione being appalled over the notion of a titty-shag, Harry doubted it could work in a practical sense. He wasn't overly endowed and although, Hermione's breasts were a nice handful (very nice handful at that), Harry doubted that they could get that particular fantasy to work properly. He'd imagined for that act to work that he'd need to be hung like a hippogriff and Hermione would have to be closer to Luna's prestigious (and slightly overbearing) size.
But one thing that Courtney suggested struck a cord inside Harry;/ "Have her dress up..." /He remembered that Hermione had discussed the notion of "Role-Playing" with him when Luna used polyjuice to make love with Ron. Harry hadn't given it much thought, but now that Courtney brought it up, it started to intrigue him. The idea of dressing up and acting like different people began to sound raunchy and exciting.
As Harry walked back to his and Hermione's room, his mind wandered over different scenarios. Should he dress up as a criminal and Hermione as a cop who decides to interrogate criminal-Harry in new and fascinating ways? Or should they play a particularly naughty version of/ 'Doctor' (not that 'playing Doctor' /has been anything other than naughty)?
Then, like a bolt of inspiration, an image of pleated skirts entered his mind. Harry had the perfect idea! It would just take a little time to plan out and execute.
When he finally reached his room, he found Hermione already asleep and in bed. As he crawled into bed with his lover, his mind went over his plans.
*
Harry assumed that Hermione was no longer sore the next morning judging by how frisky she was. The moment he opened his eyes, the brunette witch pounced on him and began tickling him. Up until that moment, Harry hadn't realized how ticklish he was. One could say that he was very ticklish, while others could argue that he was ridiculously ticklish and not be incorrect. While he was laughing, the raven hair wizard thrashed and tried to scoot away on the bed which led to an interesting occurrence. You see, Hermione wasn't content with just tickling her boyfriend. No, she had to do so while completely naked. And all of Harry's movements - the thrashing and scooting - caused his pajama bottom to be pulled down, thereby exposing his bits. And seeing how/ 'Harry, Jr.' /was not one to let an opportunity pass, the organ sprang to life. Within a few scant seconds of waking up, Harry found himself making love to Hermione... who was still tickling him incessantly... which just caused him to thrash about; an action which Hermione seemed to really enjoy.
It was a truly wonderful way to wake up. Maybe even better than the time she aroused Harry from his slumber with her skills in fellatio. At that particular moment, as Hermione simultaneously rode and tickled him, Harry couldn't decide which one was the better way to wake up. Was it the tickle and shag or the straight forward blow-job? He reckoned, joyfully, that he needed to compare each of the two activities a few more times to make up his mind.
With all the jostling about, it didn't take Harry too long to become a happy wizard. He was a little disappointed that he had reached his orgasm before Hermione did. But Hermione didn't appear to be let down; she had a beautiful smile on her face as she leaned forward and whispered in Harry's ear "Good morning."
Hermione was being such a good sport about him finishing before her that Harry decided to return the favor and tickle her. He found that she wasn't as sensitive as he was when he used the traditional and time honored technique of tickling (or at least, when not cuffed to the bed and being teased with a feather). So Harry tried a different style of tickling on a very sensitive area on his lover which brought out a very positive response out of Hermione. In other words; he finger banged her.
After all, she hadn't orgasmed before he finished. And it was his duty and privilege as her boyfriend to make her satisfied. After she cried out in passion, it was Harry's turn to whisper "Good morning."
After cuddling for a few minutes, Hermione got up to take a shower. As his girlfriend washed up, Harry snuck out of the bedroom. He had to find Dobby so that the house-elf could help him. When Harry entered the outer chamber, he found Dobby about to enter the small door leading to his room.
"Hey Dobby," Harry called out while walking up to the house-elf.
Dobby rapidly shut the door leading into his room. Before the door closed, Harry caught a glimpse of a number of shelves on the back wall of Dobby's room. He also noticed a number of tiny glass vials filled with some kind of silver liquid placed on the shelves before the door closed.
"Yes, Harry Potter sir?" Dobby asked. The tiny creature's voice was a little more nervous than normal, but Harry brushed it aside.
"Could you do me a favor?" Harry asked and the house-elf nearly cried with happiness at the thought of being able to help the black haired wizard.
"Anythings for you, Harry Potter sir," Dobby squeaked.
"I need you to transfigure that bedroom," Harry pointed to the spare room. "And I need you to create some costumes."
Harry could've easily transfigured the room and conjured the necessary clothing himself. But he still wasn't used to his heightened power and he was worried that he would mess it up and ruin it.
"What do's you be wanting it transfigured into, sir?"
Harry spent the next fifteen minutes giving Dobby very precise instructions. He ended the conversation with another request: "Hermione can't know about it, okay?"
The house-elf nodded his head emphatically.
Harry returned to his and Hermione's room just in time for his girlfriend to step out of the shower. Her skin was still wet and he fought the urge to lick up her excess moisture. He wanted to save his energy for later that night. After Harry showered and dressed, he and Hermione went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
They found Ron and Luna already at the table waiting for them. A short while after they arrived, Ginny entered the Great Hall with Neville at her side. The two sat on opposite sides of the table a dozen feet away from Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron. Neville and Ginny didn't even bother putting food on their plates. Instead, they began speaking to one another.
"What the hell does Neville think he's doing?" Ron asked with his mouth full of partially chewed food. Tiny bits of his breakfast sprayed in Neville's direction.
"He's talking to your sister," Luna stated. "And don't speak with your mouth full, dear."
"That's not just 'talking'," Ron accused, dribbling some scrabbled eggs out of his mouth. "He'd wouldn't be leaning over the table is he was just 'talking'."
Usually, Ron wasn't the most observant person in the world. But Harry noticed that his red haired friend was spot on in his observation this time. Neville and Ginny were leaning over their empty plates and speaking softly to each other.
"He should watch it," Ron threatened in between bites of kipper. "He'd better not touch my sister."
"Why not? Many wizards have touched her before he came along," Hermione commented under her breath so that only Harry could hear her. Harry almost choked on his juice as he fought back laughter.
Ron was, as usual, overreacting. Harry could tell by their body language that Ginny and Neville hadn't done anything intimate. There was a nervousness about the two that gave Harry the impression that they hadn't done much besides talk. Of course that same nervousness told Harry that both Neville and Ginny wanted to do more than talk, but each was hesitant. Harry could understand Neville's hesitation; the young wizard was still coming out of his shyness. Ginny, on the other hand, made Harry wonder. He had her pegged as the type of witch that would just take what she wanted - much like she had tried to do when she molested him a few weeks before. Her actions during Harry's sixth year and what she did over the summer was such a drastic change from the shy girl he knew before. For the first few years that Harry knew her, Ginny was just as shy as Neville was.
But as he watched Ginny and Neville talk, Harry came to realize something. Perhaps Ginny had acted so strangely over the past year or so as some sort of overcompensation against her shyness. Maybe she felt the need to act like a "scarlet woman" to quell her natural timidity. She could have thought that boys wouldn't pay attention to a timid girl like her so she re-sculpted herself as a free spirit (read: slut).
Harry speculated that Ginny changed herself because she believed that other people wouldn't like her for who she was. She must've felt that no one would understand her. But with Neville, another person who was just as shy, Ginny could be herself. Perhaps that's why she hadn't tried to molest Neville... yet.
"Did he just touch her hand?" Ron spat and began to stand up. It was clear that he wanted to stomp over to Neville and pummel him for touching his sister. Thankfully, Luna restrained her husband and forced him to sit back down.
"So what if Neville and Ginny are dating," Harry stated. "Good for them."
"That's not your sister," Ron hissed. "I have to protect her virtue!"
"You're a little too late for that," murmured Hermione.
"What was that?" Ron snapped.
"I said 'you don't have to worry about that'," Hermione lied. "Neville's a gentleman. He proved it when he took Ginny to the Yule Ball. And he risked his own safety trying to protect her from Draco's thugs at the end of our fifth year. He'd never take advantage of Ginny."
"Besides, after what happened to you and me, Ginny knows better than to go too far," Luna pointed out. "If she did, Molly would pounce on her and force her to marry Neville."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ron huffed.
"So you two, what are your plans today?" Luna asked Harry and Hermione.
Harry fought the urge to happily announce/ "Hermione's not sore anymore!" /but wisely held his tongue. Such a statement would be inappropriate and would lead to another dry-spell.
"Well, I'm going to the library to study a bit," Hermione answered. "We're going over spell and ritual creation in Arithmancy and I want to do some work outside of the classroom."
As she spoke, Hermione gave Harry her patented lustful and longing look. It gave him the impression that she had an itch that she wanted to scratch and had made up the story about going to the library and studying so that their friends wouldn't know that she and Harry were going to spend the day shagging.
However, Harry must've misinterpreted Hermione's look. Instead of sneaking away to make love after breakfast, Hermione led Harry to the library to study.
He was a little taken back at his mistake. He was positive that she had just given him her "shag me eyes" and he had seen them enough recently to spot them. How he mistook that look was a mystery to him. To perplex the young wizard even further, every once in a while, as Hermione read tome after tome and took very detailed notes, she would look up at him and give him that same look.
Perhaps she was trying to give him clues that she wanted to be naughty and do it in the library. Seeing how it was early Saturday morning, there were no other students around. Harry reckoned that he could do the deed without alerting Pince, the librarian. But when Harry started to kiss her, Hermione gently brushed him away.
"Not now, Harry," she whispered with her eyes dark with lust. "I'm busy."
"Then why are you giving me that look?" he asked.
"What look?"
"Your/ 'come shag me' /look," Harry answered.
"I have a/ 'come shag me' /look?" she asked incredulously.
To prove his point, Harry conjured a simple hand held mirror (of course his power boost had made the mirror less simple and more ornate with jewels and intricate carvings, but he was gaining more control. When he first got his boost, he would've created a wall of mirrors). He held the mirror in front of his girlfriend's face.
After examining her now mostly-green eyes, Hermione agreed; "So that's my/ 'come shag me' /look."
"Yes and you've been giving it to me since breakfast," Harry pointed out.
"I'm sorry I've been giving you mixed signals, Harry," Hermione apologized. "It's just that I've been thinking about sex while I'm studying."
"Okay, so let's push these books off of the table and take care of that," Harry suggested.
"Harry, I've been thinking about sex, not wanting to have sex," Hermione clarified.
"There's a difference?" Harry asked, completely stumped. To him, and most every male in the world, there wasn't a difference between/ "thinking about sex" /and /"wanting to have sex." /The two were synonymous concepts: one couldn't think about sex and not want to do it, it just wasn't done.
"I was going to wait to tell you what I'm doing, to see if my theories were possible first. But I've been studying to see if we can create new tantric rituals of our own," explained Hermione.
"New ones? Like what?" he asked.
"Well, I believe we can make an intelligence boosting ritual. But the effects would only last a day or so. Also, I think we can do protection rituals, but it would be complex," she stated.
"Complex in what way?" Harry asked.
"We would need to do some exercises and serious stretches before we attempt some of them or we'll hurt ourselves," Hermione proved her point by showing a crude drawing of two stick figures intertwined she had made sometime during her research. Harry idly noticed that Hermione's artistic talent wasn't that far from Gryffindor's.
"What's that circle thing?" he asked pointing at the drawing.
"That's my head," she said.
"And that circle?" he asked and pointed at another shape.
"That's your head," Hermione explained.
"But it looks like I'm facing away from you," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, the upper part of your body will be turned, facing away from me," Hermione confirmed. "Like I said; we'll have to do some stretches before we can do these."
"Wow," Harry uttered as he memorized the drawing.
Hermione spent the rest of the day in the library taking voluminous notes. Harry acted as her assistant; running to fetch one book on magical theory or another. They only paused in their activities for lunch and dinner.
After supper, Harry and Hermione headed back to their rooms. Each of them was carrying a large stack of books and notes. When they entered the outer chamber, Harry saw Dobby waiting by his miniature door. The house-elf gave Harry a thumbs up signal.
Harry quickly deposited his stack in the room he and Hermione shared before dashing back to the outer chamber.
"It's be done, Harry Potter sir," Dobby said happily.
"Fantastic!" Harry heralded. "Do you have the costumes?"
"Yes, sir," he squeaked.
"Great," Harry said before rushing to one of the desks and jotting down a note. It stated:
"Hermione,
Put this on and meet me in the other room.
Love,
Harry."
/ /He handed the note to Dobby and said "Give this, along with the girl's costume, to Hermione, please."
With a bright smile on his face, Dobby nodded his head and walked into the Bedroom.
Harry went into the other room and was pleased with Dobby's work. It was almost an exact replica of one of the castle's classrooms. A large chalkboard was on one wall and a large professor's desk was placed in front of it. But unlike most classrooms, there was only one desk for the student.
Harry quickly stripped naked and donned his professor's costume (a long black robe with a pointy black wizard's hat). Once he was dressed, Harry took his seat behind the professor's desk and opened one of the drawers. He was happy to see the object lying in the drawer just as he requested of Dobby. Harry came to the conclusion that he'd have to reward the house-elf for such a bang-up job.
A few minutes later, Hermione walked into the "classroom." Much to Harry's pleasure, she was wearing the outfit Dobby had made (or given Dobby's... unique hobby, Harry hoped that Dobby had created the outfit instead of pilfering it from some schoolgirl). Hermione was wearing polished penny-loafers with knee high white socks. His eyes slowly traveled up to her blue Bedford checked pleated skirt which accentuated her lovely legs. Of course, the skirt accentuated her legs simply because of its length. Or lack thereof. The modified schoolgirl skirt barely covered Hermione's cheeks. The light blue blouse, adorned with an unfamiliar white horse logo, was also undersized, as displayed by the amount of bare midriff and the tension on the buttons. Hermione's bra-less state was confirmed by 'Natasha' and 'Carmella' standing at firm attention for roll call; Harry knew that the classroom couldn't be that cold and assumed she was excited.
"Role-playing? How adventurous of you, Harry," Hermione said with a smile. "I'm very proud."
"Take your seat, Miss Granger," Harry said with a chuckle. It felt odd and funny for him to refer to Hermione in such a forced and formal way.
"Yes, Professor Potter," Hermione said with equal amusement.
"Did you forget your homework again, Miss Granger?" Harry asked after Hermione sat at her desk.
"Oh, please, Harry," Hermione said. "Like I would forget my homework, of all people."
"Hermione, stay in character," Harry ordered. "You're a bad student who forgot her homework and needs to be punished."
"Punished how?" Hermione asked, her curiosity clearly piqued.
Instead of answering her, Harry opened his desk drawer and withdrew the small wooden paddle that Hermione had gotten from Courtney. He held the toy up in the air for Hermione to see.
"Oooo, a spanking," Hermione cooed. "Wait a moment; let me get into character properly."
The brunette witch pulled out her wand and waved it over her head. Her kinky hair sprang to life and began to move. A part formed in the middle of her head and her hair was pulled into two bushy pigtails on either side of her head. Her new hairstyle added with her undersized school uniform made Harry's heart race. The whole idea of a professor seducing a student was so taboo and it excited Harry, even if it was just make believe.
"Okay, I'm ready," she announced. "Ask me about my homework again."
"Where's your homework, Miss Granger?" he asked again with an overly forced sternness.
"I'm really sorry, Professor," Hermione responded with fake sadness. "I worked on it so hard last night that my fingers got numb. I swear I finished it. But when I got up this morning, I found out that my cat ate it."
"Miss Granger, that's the fifth time you haven't completed your work this month," Harry chastised.
"Really... fifth time?" she asked, dropping out of character. "Am I that bad of a student?"
"Yes, you're that bad," Harry answered then went promptly back into character. "I've tried to convince you that you need to do your homework time and time again. And still you continue to fail. What should I do with such a terrible student?"
"Not another spanking, sir," she pretended to plead. Even though she tried to act scared of punishment, it was evident in her voice that Hermione was more than eager for a paddling.
Harry got out of his chair and stood next to the large desk. While holding the paddle in his right hand, he pointed at his desk with his left and commanded: "Assume the position."
Hermione walked up to the desk with a frown and her head held low in shame. Of course she couldn't hide the happy bounce to her step. She may have been the smartest witch of their generation, but she was a dreadful actor.
The brunette witch bent over so that she was half lying on the desk and her feet were still on the ground. This position caused her too-short skirt to hitch up even further on her bum. As he examined her scarcely covered bottom, Harry hoped that Dobby had in fact created the costume. If the house-elf didn't, that meant a preteen school girl somewhere in Great Britain was missing her school uniform because Dobby stole it.
Harry focused on his girlfriend's bottom and started slowly by giving gentle swats to her posterior. The first five spanks were soft and light. But then he began to pick up the pace and the force. In a matter of moments, the paddle was flying and smacking her (barely) skirt covered bottom. Hermione squealed joyously as her bum jiggled and shook from the blows.
After a minute or two, Harry hoisted up her skirt to reveal her red and heated bottom. Her white knickers were visibly damp around her flower. He gently peeled off her knickers and discarded them. Once her bum was exposed, Harry returned to paddling her. The wooden toy made loud smacking sounds as it struck her unprotected skin. Hermione was moaning and purring with pleasure.
Obviously, Harry was so aroused by Hermione's naked bottom and the eliciting sounds she was making. /'Harry, Jr.' /was standing proudly under his robe.
Harry placed the paddle down and walked over to the side of the desk so that he was standing in front of Hermione's face. He gestured to the bulge in the front of his robes and scolded: "Look at what you have done, Miss Granger. Get on your knees and take care of this."
/"'Take care of this'?" /Hermione asked with a snort of laughter. "Did you get that line from a porno?"
"Yes, a very bad porno that had the audacity to try to have an actual plot," Harry said. "Now take care of it."
"Yes, Professor."
Hermione hopped off the desk and knelt in front of Harry. The raven haired wizard quickly pulled his robe off and tossed it to the side. Amazingly enough, his tall pointy hat remained on his head somehow so that he was standing in front of Hermione completely naked save for that silly hat.
The witch licked her lips before opening her mouth and swallowing his organ. As she bobbed back and forth, Harry acted on a naughty compulsion; he grabbed hold of her pigtails. He wondered idly as he held onto her pigtails as if they were handlebars if Courtney had been speaking literally or figuratively when she had told him that he should/ "take the reins once in a while."/
A few moments later, Harry ordered "Lie on the desk, Miss Granger."
He helped Hermione stand and then guided her onto the desk. He was a gentleman after all even if he was playing a stern professor. Harry crawled up on the desk and kissed her neck while he unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly, he trailed kisses down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, down her tummy, until he got to her skirt. With one swift motion, Harry tugged the pleated skirt off and Hermione squealed in surprise.
Before she got a chance to react, Harry dove at her flower. Once again, he easily activated his parselmouth magic and tapped into his love core and began to eat her out.
"Oh... oh... yes Harry," Hermione moaned out.
"No, that is not the proper manner to address me, Miss Granger," Harry sternly informed her after effortlessly switching to English. "Call me 'Professor Potter',"
"I'm so sorry, Professor Potter," Hermione pled. "Please, Professor, please lick me."
Satisfied that Hermione had returned to character, Harry triggered his special ability and returned to his cunnilingus. He lapped, licked and suckled on every centimeter of her flower. The witch was flowing in no time. He continued to stimulate her even after she cried out and flooded his mouth. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp when she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and knocked off his hat.
"M-mo-more," Hermione panted. "I... n-n-need m-more. W-want you inside... Professor, p-p-lease. I'm a b- bad student. I need more... I... I w-w-want you inside... Please."
Harry ignored her pleas and continued to work his magic on her flower. He kept his hands busy by gently massaging her red and swollen bottom. Hermione was groaning as he twirled his tongue inside her. A few moments later another orgasm struck Hermione.
Now Harry reckoned it was time. He once again crawled on top of his girlfriend and gently pushed his way into her. She purred into his ear, "Yes, Professor, I'm a bad student... teach me how to be good."
"That sounds like it came from a bad porno," Harry commented.
"Is there such a thing as a good porno?" Hermione asked rhetorically.
The two shared a chuckle and Harry began to move. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as Harry took her hands in his.
Another wicked thought occurred to Harry as he slowly pumped. He remembered when he used Pleasure Pressure Points on Hermione and accidentally brought her to orgasm during Bill and Fleur's wedding and he felt devilishly compelled to repeat his actions. While still sliding back and forth, Harry began to rub his thumb on the back of Hermione's hand.
Much like his skill had grown with activating his parseltongue abilities, Harry had become more adept at tapping into his love core since the first time he used Pleasure Pressure Points on Hermione. In fact, he had reached into his love core quicker and deeper than he had at Bill and Fleur's wedding. It was so powerful that Hermione climaxed a few seconds after Harry began applying his magic to her.
But she did not call out her usual phrase of "SWEET BABY MEAVE!" when she climaxed. No, this time Hermione shouted "THAT'S CHEATING!" when she erupted.
Harry paused and let his girlfriend ride out her ecstasy. After she had caught her breath, he asked in a jovial way "I'm sorry, would you like for me to stop /'cheating', /as you put it?
"Hell no!" she growled. "Keep doing that. Cheat some more!"
"Call me/ 'Professor Potter' /again and I'll see what I can do," Harry said roguishly.
"Please, make me cum, Professor Potter," purred Hermione.
"Oh, that'll work," he said before he continued to make love to Hermione and use the Pleasure Pressure Points on her.
If someone were to walk by the room that Harry and Hermione were using, they would've assumed that a wild beast was being held against its will and was struggling violently versus the chains that bound it. In other words, Hermione was literally howling she was in so much pleasure.
Just as he was about to become a happy wizard, Harry stopped.
"What's... wrong?" Hermione panted. "You... didn't... finish... yet..."
"I... ah... well..." stammered Harry. He was trying to tell her about his fantasy. But his fear and doubt was holding him back. "I... want... to.... um..."
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked, her voice full of concern. "What do you want?"
"Well..." despite his best effort, Harry couldn't bring himself to vocalize his thoughts. So instead, he reached forward and gently pushed Hermione's breasts together, hoping that she'd get the clue.
"You want to play with my titties?" she asked.
"Sort of," he said nervously.
"Harry, you can tell me anything," she said sweetly. "I won't get mad."
"You promise?"
"Of course I do," she replied.
"Well, I kind of want to use your boobs... in a special way..." he said vaguely.
Cocking her eyebrow, Hermione speculated "You want to wedge your penis in between my breasts?"
"Yes," Harry admitted weakly.
Hermione chewed on her lip for a second before saying "Why not."
"Really?"
"Yes, why not," Hermione added while still panting slightly. "I've had more than my share of fun today... thanks to your 'cheating'. Why not let you do something for yourself. Beside, I hear semen is good for the skin; tightens the pores. Not that I'm planning on replacing my moisturizer with your seminal fluid. That would just be wrong."
Harry barely contained his happy laughter as he crawled up Hermione's body. He knelt so that his knees were on either side of her ribcage. Hermione then pushed her breasts together and enveloped his penis. Much to his ecstatic surprise, Harry's assumptions of not being able to do the act due to Hermione's smaller breasts and his average size were proved false. He awkwardly began sliding back and forth. Harry had been so close before he stopped that he didn't last long. In just a few moments, Harry came.
Hermione squealed when his white goo shot out from in between her titties. His seed landed on her neck and chin. The brunette witch smiled as she made a show of rubbing the mess into her skin. An act that held Harry's interest for quite some time.
"Did you like that?" Hermione asked after Harry curled up against her. Her eyes were so full of love that Harry had to smile.
"Yeah," Harry breathed out. "I did."
"Good," Hermione cooed and she cuddled even closer to her lover. "I'm glad I made you happy."
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: Thanks to Ultimate Auror for helping with some of the dialog in this chapter. |
Title: 21st Birthday
Tags: True Story, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Humiliation, Interracial, Male/Female, Masturbation, Wife, Young
Content:
This is our second story, but this time it is from my husband’s point of view – honestly because I cannot remember most of it. It was my twenty-first birthday a couple days ago, and we celebrated downtown…
The night started with me making my wife a strong mixed drink – she finished that and for every shot I took at the house, she took two. We planned to just have a fun night, but she wore a low cut shirt with a short black skirt that hugged all her curves. She wore tights and these black heels that made her about four inches taller. Walking to the car, I realized how far past tipsy she was, because she flashed me, with out me asking.
When we got to the first bar we immediately to the bar and ordered two drinks. I couldn’t help but notice how good her black hair contrasted against the pale skin of her tits. Her hair is long, more than half way down her back and it falls perfectly. I wished her a happy birthday and told her I loved her; she whispered into my ear
“I’ll do anything you tell me to, right now.”
I told her to go to the bathroom and take her tights off; when she came back I had another shot waiting for her. She threw it back, and I took her out on the dance floor. She guided me to the corner, unzipped my pants and started to jerk me off. After about two minutes, I told her she had to stop or I would risk ruining her skirt and embarrassing myself on her birthday. She looked me in the eye and told me she wanted to fuck right then. She turned around, pulled her skirt up to where her lips where hanging out, you could see the line through her panties. I didn’t realize her skirt was that high until I looked up and saw three guys trying not to stare. I slowly pulled it down a little, to where it was still high but you could not actually see anything anymore. I pulled my dick out, and slowly eased it in… She was so ready, it slid right in. No one noticed, because it looked like she was just dancing. I looked down, and I could see all the cum on my dick; there was so much. I started to grip her hair, and rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. I could feel us forgetting where we were. It was only after a few minutes before I remembered where I was, and that her skirt had risen up to her waist and anyone who glanced over could see her standing there in her panties. We had gained quite a crowd of five to eight guys.. some were blatantly staring, and some where just glancing over occasionally. I slowly put my self away, and pulled her skirt down. I had decided that maybe we had become too popular in that bar, so we left and went to a different bar up the street. One of the advantages to living in a borderline college town is that there are whole streets of just bars.
On the way to the second bar, I told my wife to let her skirt ride up just a little too high. Walking into the second bar, there were booths of to the side. We immediately claimed a booth, and waited to catch someone, anyone’s eyes. With our backs to the wall, I told her to pull up her shirt and flash the crowd until she was sure someone saw. She made eye contact with him, and he seemed to choke on his drink. I saw the look of enjoyment on her face and I realized how much it turns both of us on that other guys wanted her. I got up to go get us more drinks, and told her as I left to spread her legs and discreetly finger herself. When I got back with the drinks, she wiped her fingers on me to show me how wet she was from just finger fucking herself in a public place. I could tell she felt safer with me back from the bar though. She will do anything as long as I am there, but gets nervous when I walk away.
She told me she wanted to make this birthday unforgettable, even more than it already was. I agreed and told her to jack me off again. All the excitement from the situation had me standing at a solid eight and a half inches, so I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly leaned her down and shot my load onto her face. She was surprised, and a bit mad; before she could grab for something to wipe it off I told her no that she had to keep it on her face until we got to the car. She stared at me in disbelief, because it was a large amount of cum and totally obvious to the average passerby. As we got up to walk out, she tried to lower her face, so the fewest amount of people possible would notice, but what worked in the dark bar, did not work under the bright street lights. As we walked to the car, the cum started to drip from her face to her chest. She then asked me,
“Baby can I please wipe it off? I know people are staring at me.”
“No, you said you wanted unforgettable.”
She claimed she hated it, but when we got into the car, I put my hands between her legs in a more playful moment – and realized cum had been dripping down her legs all the way back to the car. I looked at her, and she admitted that the embarrassment and submission had turned her a little more than a bit. I learned something new and my wife enjoyed herself, I would say it was a pretty solid night to say the least. |
Title: 21st Birthday party
Tags: True Story, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Threesome, Voyeurism, Wife, Written by women
Introduction:
It was my husbands 21st birthday, a few months before or first daughter had been born, so i was still breast feeding, 3 of his army buddy's came over in the morning, we had planed on going to the lake for a few hours, then back to our place for a BBQ, we all had a quick cup of coffee then jumped on our bicycles and headed over tot he lake, we set up a nice place under a tree with shade and sun,
Content:
It was my husbands 21st birthday, a few months before or first daughter had been born, so i was still breast feeding, 3 of his army buddy's came over in the morning, we had planed on going to the lake for a few hours, then back to our place for a BBQ, we all had a quick cup of coffee then jumped on our bicycles and headed over tot he lake, we set up a nice place under a tree with shade and sun,
we had a great time until i excused my self to go pee, I walked to the restrooms as i did i had to pass through the FKK or nude part of the lake, I entered the restroom slipped down my bikini bottoms and squatted down to pee, when i was finished I stood up, puled my bottoms back up, when I looked up I was looking right at john one of my hubby's friends, he smiled at me and said wait for me, he entered the men's side, when he returned we walked back to our place, he asked if all lakes in Germany had a nude part, I told him some do and it was a normal thing to go there get naked and walk around,
when we got back to the tree, john started telling the others about the nude part, they all joked about moving our things over there, ....so we did, we set up our blanked and john was the first to strip off his shorts, he had a good sized cock that was between soft and hard, Bill was the next when he pulled off his shorts I got a good look at his BBC hanging in all it's glory, then my hubby Jay dropped his shorts Jay has a good sized 7 inch cock also, Steve was the last his cock was about 6 inches but not to thick, I unhooked my top exposing my boobs to them, and let it fall, then slipped my bottoms down exposing my full bush of hair,
the guys all headed for the water as I sat down to feed my daughter, she took my nipple right away and sucked hungerly on it, I don't know what it was being naked in public, her sucking my nipple or having just seen 4 great cocks but I felt my self getting wet, I finished feeding her as Jay returned, and said I should go enjoy the water a bit, as I was in the water the guy started a game of keep away, so we were jumping for the ball having some fun, until I backed into john and felt his cock on my ass, I froze John sort of wiggled his cock on my ass , i moved away and backed into Steve his cock touched my leg and his hand brushed my left boob, I turned right into Bill and felt his BBC against my pussy as his hands held me ...i was shocked, I told them I had to get out, as i stared to walk out i felt a hand on my ass and a finger on my cunt,
about 2pm we left the lake, and went back to our place, the guys started drinking, as i put our daughter into bed, i went into the kitchen and started making some salads i must have been lost in thought when john came in, he slipped up behind my and grabbed my ass and started to massage it, he slipped his hand around to my pussy and rubbed it to, his fingers slipped right in to my open hole, he pulled my bikini bottoms to one side and slipped his cock right into my waiting cunt in one easy move, john was kissing my neck and griping my tits as he fucked my wet cunt, until he filled me with cum, he pulled out of me and I turned around, I took a wash cloth and wiped his cock clean then he kissed me and smiled.
I turned back to my work, I could feel his cum dripping out of me, after about 10 min. Steve came in and grabbed a beer, we made small talk, then Steve pushed me to my knees and pulled his cock out, shoving it into my mouth, I sucked it like my daughter sucked my nipples hard and hungerly, until Steve moaned and filled my mouth with cum, witch I swallowed down, I washed his cock and kissed him also.
My hubby came in and said he was going to start the grill up, so I pulled the meat out for him, he saw the wet spot on my bikini bottoms and asked if i was horny, I said yes and tonight was his night, i was going to fuck him all night, he laughed and headed back out, I grabbed some fresh undies and a bra from the bedroom and went to the shower, I washed and masturbated as I was in the shower, as I stepped out there was Bill his BBC hard and thick pointed right at me, he walked over to me and picked me up, put my back against the wall and lowered me down on to his huge cock until it was all deep inside me, Bill started to pound his cock into hard, and started to french kiss me, our kiss broke and Bill started saying what a tight white cunt i had and how he liked to abuse white pussy, he when filled my with the biggest load of cum that I have ever had, when he lowered me down I sank to my knees and started to lick his BBC clean, Bill departed and I got dressed, once out side everything was normal, we had some drinks and some thing to eat, about 9pm we all went to bed.
I dressed in some slutty cloths for my hubby and crawled into bed with him I grabbed his cock and started to stroke it till he was hard, I then went down on him sucking his cock as I did, I slipped my finger into his rectum, I know he loves this I finger fucked his rectum then with no warning he filled my mouth with cum that i gulped down, we layed there and my hubby passed out into a deep sl**p, I stayed in bed for about 30 min. Before I slipped out of our room still dressed like a whore in a garter belt, stockings, bra and a thong, I entered the living room where the guys were, I looked at them, and pulled my thong off walking over to Bill and pulled his BBC out, I started to play with it until he was hard as a rock, I climbed on top of him and sank down on his cock, I felt Steve get behind me and felt his cock head on my ass hole as he pushed into me, John came over and placed his hard cock in my mouth we all got a good rhythm going and soon the guys all exploded with in me.
The guys watched me breast feed my daughter after that and put her back in bed, the I spent the rest of the night letting them use ever hole and part of me they wanted, I was in heaven as Bill put his BBC into my ass hole and filled it with cum as he was telling me what a white whore I was |
Title: 21 BOY JOY 22 DO YOU MIND IF I'M KIND?
Tags: True Story, Boy, Male / Female Teens, Mature, Romance, School, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]21
BOY JOY
Sean phones Roxanne.
“Hello.”
“Hi Roxanne. This is Sean.”
“Hi Sean. Waaazzup?”
“I have some time before heading out to the ball field.”
“People are impressed with your coaching.”
“Oh really. Must be beginners luck.”
“You’re too modest…. Well, you were before Black’s Beach.”
Feeling daring, “I miss you Roxanne. Why don’t you come with us Saturday?”
Laughing uncomfortably, “Are you out of your mind!?”
“Obviously. I’m not surprised by your reaction. It’s just that I’ve had a great awakening. Our big fight means nothing to me now. ‘To be, or not to be’ is the roadblock in our relationship.”
Sarcastically, “To be a nudist, or not to be, huh? Yeah, I’d say it’s a stumbling block.”
“And the fact that I’m in love with someone else.”
Feeling like she’d been stabbed, “Can’t you just beat around the bush a little!?”
I don’t mean to hurt you, Roxanne. That’s the last thing I want to do. As much as I love you, we are on different pages now. So I have clear choices now. If you were to become a naturist, then I would have tough choices to make.”
“I was hoping to bring the wandering sheep home, but you clearly have said to forget it.”
With great sadness, “Yes, my dear, I’m not lost, I’m found.”
In tears, “So, Sean, it’s goodbye.”
Also crying, “Goodbye, my love.”
“Goodbye, sweet thing.”
Sean arrives at the field early.
“Hi coach! Good to see you!”
“Fred??? Fred. Fred! Wow! I never saw you so upbeat!”
“Yeah. Couldn’t be happier! Jeff helped me understand what went wrong against the Tigers. We’re friends now. My dad likes Jeff, so it must be OK for me to be friends with him. My dad says you’re a good coach—I never expected that from him—so now I’m happy you’re my coach.”
“Great! Does that mean I can give you a hug?”
Pausing to think, “Well … yeah…. But I’m not ready. Just give me some skin.”
Raising his hand, “Sure! A high five, ‘cause you’re alive!”
Before game time, Sean observes Fred being friendly with all three Cub pitchers. Each shows surprise and appreciation, followed by high five’s. When he sees Alex, “Hi Alex!”
Totally shocked, “You… you… you know my name. You didn’t call me faggot! Or grundle licker, or pansy boy. Are you takin’ the piss?”
“Alex, I still hate you for being gay, but I’m sorry too. I feel bad I body-slammed you last month. I’m sorry, Alex, for that and all the nasty things I said to you and about you.”
Alex reaches to hug Fred. Terrified, “Don’t touch me please!”
“Oh. I forgot, Fred. How about a high five?”
“No Alex. I can’t handle that. Sorry.”
“It’s OK, Fred. Don’t worry. It’s kewl.”
During the game Fred discovers new ways to encourage our pitchers. He hustles ‘til it hurts, having more fun than ever. His spark energizes the entire team. Michael and Karim get past minor pitching problems, combining for a shutout. Despite a lopsided victory, the Cubs play hard and smart in the field. A game that one might call boring, based on the score, gets played with excitement throughout, even by the Giants. They feel no shame in losing, as the Cubs show high respect for them.
After the teams cross the field for customary handshakes, Sean calls a team meeting. “It looks like everyone figured out respect. Never before have I witnessed a team with so wonderful…” Sean breaks down in tears. One by one the players give him a hug. Last but not least, Fred looks Sean in the eyes, also breaking down in tears. Fred instinctively falls into his arms, then gasps in fear. Softly, “It’s OK, Fred.”
“I don’t think I ever hugged someone before.” As Sean sees Fred relax, he completes the hug by wrapping his arms around his shoulders. With tears flowing freely Fred manages the words, “I feel loved.”
“That’s because you have opened your heart to love. Congratulations!” One by one the Cubs come to give Fred a hug.
Alex timidly reaches for a high five. “Oh, what the hell,” Fred sighs, reaching for a hug instead.
Hugging him, “Fred, you get cool points for this!”
Last but not least, his friend Roy says, “This is so weird. We never hugged before.”
Fred now smiling, “Just do it!” And they do. Fred’s father watches intently from the sideline. Part of him wants to cuss a bloody storm. Part of him senses that something wonderful is happening to his son. As Fred and Roy walk off the field Fred sees his father, “Oh, no! All hell’s gonna break loose.” Suddenly Mr. Weber starts crying uncontrollably. Fred quickly runs to him, throwing his arms around him, “It’s OK Dad!” Mr. Weber loses his breathe in panic. “Dad, I don’t think we ever even shook hands before.” Falling to the ground, Mr. Weber only hears a distant voice.
Sean rushes to the scene, “He’ll be OK, Fred. He’ll be OK. It may take a little time. You’re doing good, real good.” A couple times a minute, Mr. Weber gasps for air, like a swimmer coming up for air.
“When will this stop, Sean!?”
“I don’t know, but it’s going good.” After nearly ten minutes, which seems like an eternity, Mr. Weber pants heavily, continuously.
“Sean!!! What’s wrong! What’s wrong!”
“This is good, Fred, he’s coming out of it.”
He’s not! … He’s dying! He stopped breathing now!”
“What am I doing on the ground?”
Reaching down, “Dad!!! You talked!!! You talked!”
“Of course. What happened?”
“You cried, Dad! A lot!”
“Not me. I don’t cry.”
“That’s what I thought! Let me help you up.”
Fearing that another hug may set him off again, Sean says, “How about giving your dad a high five.”
“Put your hand up Dad.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah…. Your first high five, Dad!”
“Thanks, Fred. Now I want to go home.”
“Take it easy, Fred. Take care, Mr. Weber.” Heading out, each says bye to Sean.
As they arrive at Sean’s house, Sean and Jeff decide to shower together. They talk mostly about the new Fred, and his father. Sean entertains the idea of inviting their family along with Rachel and Jeff to hang out at the pool. To Jeff’s dismay, he suggests that they wear big, baggy bathing suits, “If they find out that we’re nudists, they may resort back to their old ways. And the more that Mr. Weber gets to know you as a person, the easier it will be for him to avoid seeing you as a sex object.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. It sounds boring though.”
“I’m not thrilled either. But I hope you realize that Fred is counting on you right now. He needs your support, not necessarily a deep friendship, just support.”
“Well, I really like the new Fred.”
“And Mr. Weber needs a lot of TLC.”
“Tomato, lettuce and cottage cheese—I don’t get it.”
Laughing, “No. No. He needs Tender Loving Care…. See what your mom says.”
“OK. Hey this shower thing is becoming second nature to us.”
22
DO YOU MIND IF I’M KIND?
The Cardinals and Cubs talk up a storm in school about their upcoming game. Both teams have just one loss and are tied for first place. The developing rivalry takes a pleasant tone. Fred and Ricky tend to respond to an insult with a bigger insult. However, they then remember the value of being respectful. Neither resorts to an apology. Ricky turns the insult into something funny to prevent a word war. Fred’s new line is “I’m too happy to stay mad at you.” Most kids can’t believe they’re hearing that from Fred. They simply appreciate the change, but doubt that it will last. Fred worries about his dad. His dad continues his ‘be kind’ kick but seems to be unbalanced. His dark side seems to torment him and sabotage his efforts.
Fred’s buddy Roy has mixed feelings. He felt safe in the old friendship. Now he doesn’t know what to expect. He loves hearing Fred’s praise, but it frightens him as well. First it surprises Fred to see Roy’s fear. After noticing this fear on a few occasions, he starts realizing that he too gets frightened by kindness—from his dad. |
Title: 22Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Two: Pretzel Lovin'
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Two: Harry and Hermione attempt their first original ritual.
In order to prepare themselves for the rituals that Hermione had created, the brunette witch devised a comprehensive workout routine. This routine consisted of several yoga postures as well as various calisthenics. Both of the young lovers would practice the same yoga postures, but they would perform different calisthenics. Harry found some of the standing yoga postures very easy due to his innate sense of balance. But the couple found out something they did not know before; Hermione was naturally very flexible. She could perform postures like the Shooting-bow Pose, Half-moon Pose, and Plow Pose very easily. This pleased Harry very much, especially when Hermione would do the Standing Forward Bend because it gave him a spectacular view of her delicious bottom.
As for their individual calisthenics, Harry would do full push-ups while Hermione would practice modified push-ups where her knees were allowed to touch the floor. The pair also did several types of sit-ups and stomach crunches. But one callisthenic Hermione would perform puzzled Harry. The young witch would either sit in a chair or simply stand in once spot while Harry did his pull-ups. She did not move any part of her body; she didn't even look like she was straining herself. When Harry would ask her what she was doing, she'd always reply "I'm doing my exercises."
At first Harry didn't think she was doing any exercises at all. But after a week of Hermione's motionless work-out, Harry had discovered the benefits. He had vowed to search for this Dr. Arnold Kegel and thank him profusely for creating such an incredibly versatile and rewarding exercise.
*
One night while going over his notes for Transfiguration, Harry's mind wandered to the rituals that Hermione had created and realized something.
"Hey, Hermione, I just thought of something," he began. Hermione looked up from her notes and he continued. "Do you think that our power boosts will affect these rituals you've made?"
Hermione was silent for a moment before speculating, "It's possible."
"Maybe we should get somebody to do the rituals as well," Harry opined.
"That's a good idea, Harry," Hermione agreed. "We would need a couple to perform the ritual so we could have a baseline."
"What's a 'baseline'?"
"A standard to which we could compare and measure our success," Hermione clarified. "We would need to know what should happen based on a normal powered couple compared to our boosted abilities."
"Oh well, that makes sense," Harry replied. "And we can get Ron and Luna to do the rituals. Neither of them has performed any power boosting rituals."
"They'd be perfect," Hermione added. "But we'll have to make them do the same exercises we do so that they can be prepared."
"Yeah, you're right," Harry said.
After a moment, Hermione added; "You still want to do the rituals though, don't you? Regardless of our how our power boosts might affect them?"
"Oh, definitely," Harry replied. He was one never to pass up an opportunity for sex. "In fact, I think we should practice for the ritual."
"Practice in what way?" Hermione asked coyly.
"Just the basics," Harry replied. "You know, simple stuff like I place my penis into your vagina and go on from there."
"Ah, you're such a romantic, Harry," she said with a randy smile. Harry could tell that she was more than willing to push her notes to the side so that the two of them could bang each others brains out on the table thanks to her patented 'come shag me' look. But Harry felt like toying with his lover a bit.
"Yeah, you're right. Never mind," he turned his attention back to his notes. "Pretend I didn't say anything."
"Uh uh, Mr. Potter," Hermione said while unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse. "You said you were going to put your penis in my vagina. And I'm going to hold you to it."
Even though it was just a quickie, Hermione was very energetic. She cheered and encouraged Harry with phrases such as/ "Insert penis faster!"/
*
Ron and Luna were very interested in helping Harry and Hermione test out the new rituals. The reason for this drive was that Luna, being a Ravenclaw, was intrigued and excited by the notion of helping test new magics. On the other hand, Ron, being a bloke, was intrigued and excited by the notion of boinking his wife in new positions. The married couple joined in on Harry and Hermione's morning exercise routines with a passion.
After a few weeks of exercises, the two couples progressed to higher repetitions of calisthenics and more advanced yoga postures. Because of his balance, Harry was very good at the one-legged pose and Hermione's flexibility let her perform the camel pose easily. Ron and Luna were progressing fairly well also.
Both couples noted that the exercises gave them extra energy. Which Hermione and Luna were quite happy about since it gave them needed energy to deal with their heavier class loads. The outcome of the exercises made Ron and Harry happy because they now had extra energy which they used on Luna and Hermione, respectively.
/ /During this self-imposed training period, the extra lessons that Flitwick and McGonagall had offered had progressed as well. Harry and his friends were now performing cross-species transfiguration and advanced charms used to animate various inanimate objects even during battle simulations.
One Saturday early in this training phase, after they had finished their exercises, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna were busy doing their homework in the Head Boy and Girl's chambers. The four friends had agreed to do their work in this room as opposed to the library because they were allowed to talk to each other in the chambers. A knock on the door interrupted their studies.
"Wotcher, kids," a ridiculously happy Tonks said, albeit very quietly. The reason for Tonks' joy as well as her lowered volume was cuddled up in her arms asleep.
A chubby, bald-headed, little baby softly snored in his mother's arms.
Luna and Hermione began making high-pitched sounds that told Harry they were overjoyed to see the infant. The two witches rushed the pink-haired Auror and silently asked to hold the baby.
"Let me introduce Sirius Romulus Tonks-Lupin," Tonks introduced her son as she gently handed him to Hermione. The brunette witch immediately began making soft cooing sounds and Luna waited patiently for her turn.
"When was he born?" Harry asked.
"Three days ago," Tonks said.
"Did you and Remus get married in time?" Hermione asked as she eyed a modest gold ring on Tonks' finger.
"Barely," the Auror replied with a chuckle. "Let's just say I said my vows in between contractions."
"Speaking of Remus, where is he?" Ron asked.
"Last night was a full moon," Tonks answered. "So he's resting."
"Oh," Ron muttered.
A sudden tension filled the air. The four teenagers looked at the slumbering baby with a touch of sadness.
"Don't worry," Tonks reassured them. "Sometimes Lycanthropy doesn't get passed down. Hopefully we'll be lucky and lil' Sirius won't get all fuzzy every month."
"When will you know for certain whether or not it's passed him by?" asked Harry.
"The disease usually surfaces when the child turns five or so," the new mother answered. "So we'll just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best. If not, then Remus will have a play buddy on full moons."
Tonks was surprisingly upbeat. She talked to the two witches about the joys of motherhood; stretch marks, swollen breast, and sleepless nights. It was plainly obvious that Tonks couldn't have been happier.
While Luna was holding Sirius, Tonks turned her attention to Harry and Hermione and asked; "So did you get to cum on her tits like you wanted to?"
Harry blanched and Hermione's face turned beet red. Luna began to giggle softly and Ron looked in between Hermione's chest and Luna's. It was clear that he was wondering if he could do the same act.
"You told Tonks?" Hermione hissed in between her gritted teeth at Harry.
Before Harry could stammer a response, Tonks decided to help him and spoke up: "Actually, Courtney told me about it."
"You told Courtney?" Hermione growled. Obviously, Tonks' attempt at helping the young man out of a predicament was actually making it worse.
This time, Harry was able to stammer a response.
"Well... err... I... ah... sort of."
"What did you just start up a conversation and say /'Great to see you, Courtney. Oh, by the way, I want to give Hermione a titty-shag'?" /Hermione asked in a scandalized way.
"No, that's not how it happened," Tonks defended Harry. "Courtney and Harry were talking about innocent things when she brought up sex - you know how she gets. Anyway, she was able to wriggle that tidbit of information out of Harry."
Hermione huffed. She was still clearly upset and embarrassed.
"Did having a penis in between your breasts feel good?" Luna asked.
"Honestly, not really," Hermione admitted and than offered a smile to Harry. "But it made Harry feel good, so I was pleased."
"I hear it's good for the skin," Luna began. "Does it really tighten up the pores?"
Hermione huffed again at Luna's crude question. But after a second, she couldn't help but to crack a smile.
"It does; wonderful," Luna announced. "Ronald, I'll have to test this out for myself, so get ready."
Judging by the happy smile on Ron's face, he was ready to give it a go right then and there.
"So how were you able to do it?" Tonks asked. "I mean, Hermione's got such small titties I'd imagine it was a little difficult."
"Hey, your tits aren't much bigger than mine," Hermione jested.
In retaliation, Tonks screwed her eyes shut and her breasts began to expand like balloons. They grew and grew until they reached Luna's size - which made the fabric of her/ "Weird Sisters" /pullover stretch to near ripping.
The four teenagers stared wide-eyed at the now overly endowed Tonks.
"Being a Metamorphmagus does have its benefits," Tonks said impressively. "Yep, Remus is one lucky man. He can shag a different woman every night without cheating. Before my whirlwind pregnancy, Remus and I were masters at role-playing. He didn't like it much though when we played /Stern "Professor and Naughty School Girl" /because I decided to make it as real as possible and made myself look like a fifteen year old. It freaked him out."
Tonks and her son left a few minutes later. As the pink haired mother left the teenagers, she bragged, "I've got to show my son off to a load of other people."
"We'll be leaving now," Luna announced suddenly to Harry and Hermione.
"We will?" Ron asked.
"Is there something you have to do?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, I need to see how effective Ronald's seminal fluid is as a skin moisturizer," Luna stated casually. "I'd be more than willing to test it right here on the couch, but I know how shy you and Hermione are when it comes to such public displays. So I figure that we'll go back to Ronald's room. Ta."
With that, Luna and Ron left the Head Boy and Girl's chambers. Ron had a look of absolute happiness on his face as his wife led him out. It was clear that he was going to enjoy using his wife's enormous breasts in a new way.
"She certainly is a unique girl," commented Hermione.
"That's one way of putting it," added Harry.
Hermione suddenly laughed out loud. "I just realized something," she said. "Remember what I said about not replacing my moisturizer with your seminal fluid?"
"Yeah," Harry answered.
"Well, judging by Ron's apparent unending virility, it is possible for Luna to do just that," Hermione said with a smile.
Harry felt very queasy for Hermione's statement caused a mental image to pop up in his head. In this vision, Luna came bounding up to Harry and Hermione, every inch of her exposed flesh coated with a translucent and glossy liquid as she proudly declared: "It really does work as a moisturizer!"
*
During the pair's hectic training and school schedules, the second week of September rolled around, and Harry began making plans for Hermione's birthday. It was after all, her first birthday as his girlfriend and he wanted to make it as special as possible. Not only was Harry planning on buying a number of gifts for his lover, but he was also planning on a romantic candle lit dinner. He got two of her presents from Owl Catalogs but for the most important gift he snuck out of the castle one morning while Hermione was in Ancient Runes and made a quick trip to Diagon Alley.
When they woke up on the 19th of September, Harry kissed Hermione before saying "Happy Birthday." He handed her his first present and Hermione smiled sweetly after she opened a finely caved box used to hold her writing materials; it had a felt lined compartment for her quill and several jars filled with different inks.
At lunch, Harry presented Hermione with her second birthday gift: a soft leather book bag with a Featherweight Charmed imbued in it. Before Harry could begin to explain the nature of the gift, the brunette witch squealed joyously and she held the bag over her head.
"It's the/ 'Notably Toteable Library Satchel!" /she exclaimed. "I've wanted this for so long!"
When dinner time came, Harry led Hermione into the hidden passageway under the Whomping Willow and into what used to be the Shrieking Shack - the interior of the house was still a magnificent mansion. Harry took Hermione into the Shack's spectacular white marble dining room where Dobby was waiting for them.
During his preparations, Harry contacted Dobby and some of the other House-Elves (from the sect that didn't want to castrate him for touching the Great One) and asked them to help prepare a dinner for Hermione. They were more than happy to make a outstanding meal for their prophesized savior. Dobby and the other Hogwarts' House-Elves contacted their peers across the globe to help out in the meal.
After Harry held Hermione's seat out and the brunette witch sat down, Dobby snapped his fingers and the large oak table was suddenly covered with several silver platters of exotic looking foods.
Dinner started with delectable appetizers made by a House-Elf from Nice. Then the couple moved onto the main course; a duck that was prepared by one of the finest House-Elf chefs in China. Dessert was a Key Lime pie made by a very talented elf- pastry chef from Liverpool.
"That was lovely, Harry," Hermione said with a happy smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said before getting up and walking over to his girlfriend. He handed her a long thin case and said once more; "Happy birthday."
"You shouldn't have," Hermione said and opened the case. Inside was a thin silver chain necklace with a small diamond dangling from it.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "It's beautiful."
"May I?" Harry asked while gesturing to the necklace. She nodded her head and Harry pulled the jewelry out of the case. He unclasped the chain and Hermione held up her kinky hair, allowing him to place it around her neck and clasp it.
Harry had thought about buying her a ring, but he was afraid that she would mistake it for an engagement ring - not that he wasn't ready to propose to Hermione. They had already decided to wait until they were done with school before making it official. Besides, Harry thought that proposing to her on her birthday would be too cheesy and clichéd.
Dobby bowed to Harry and Hermione and snapped his fingers once more. The food disappeared from the table and the house-elf walked out of the room.
"I feel so rotten," Hermione pouted. Harry gulped and wondered if she didn't like his presents. "You give me this gorgeous diamond necklace and two other truly thoughtful gifts for my birthday and all I gave to you on your birthday was a lousy blow-job."
With a chuckle, Harry informed her, "It was in no way lousy. That was the single best birthday present I ever received."
Hermione's face began to glow and she said, "That may be, but you gave me three presents today and I only gave you that one. So I think I should start making it up to you."
The brunette witch smiled wickedly as she slid off of her chair and knelt in front of Harry.
"Happy Birthday to you," /she sang as she started to undo his trousers. "Happy Birthday to you," she continued and pulled 'Harry, Jr.' out into the open air. "Happy Birthday, dear Harry."/
/ /She then popped his organ into her mouth and hummed the rest of the song. She had to repeat the tune several times before he climaxed. The naughty witch made a show to Harry of presenting his seed in her mouth before swallowing it.
"That is the best Birthday present," Harry reaffirmed. He decided to give Hermione a fourth present. It was a present that kept on giving; multiple orgasms.
After guiding her onto the oak table which Dobby had just cleared, Harry tapped into his love core and activated his parsletongue abilities. He didn't stop devouring her until his tongue became numb; she was the birthday girl and this day needed to be special after all.
*
After an early morning exercise one October morning, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna made their way to the castle's kitchen for a light snack. Even though they could've just asked Dobby to get some food for them, Hermione didn't like the idea of overworking the house-elf. But their trek to the kitchen was aborted when two people came stumbling out of an unused classroom.
Normally, when two people came stumbling out of a classroom, Harry and his friends wouldn't give them much heed. But when the two people happened to be Neville and Ginny and both of them had mussed up hair and puffy, red lips as if they had just finished snogging like crazed teenagers, then Harry and his friends would stop and give heed.
"WHAT THE BLOODY EFFING HELL!" Ron screamed as he leapt toward Neville.
As Ron flew through the air, Harry recalled how Neville had physically thrashed a Death Eater on the train ride to the castle. Harry instantly came to the conclusion that if Ron started a fist fight with Neville, that the red hair wizard would get his arse handed to him. So, relying on his reflexes, honed by years of Quidditch (and dodging the Dursleys), Harry tackled Ron to the ground.
"Harry, gerroff me!" Ron growled. "I have to protect my sister's virtue!"
Once again, Hermione apparently felt the overwhelming desire to point out that Ron was belated in his actions of trying to protect Ginny's chastity. "It's a little too late for that," she commented. However her comment wasn't soft and under her breath like it was when she had muttered a few weeks before. This time everyone around her heard her clearly.
"Hey!" Ginny said loudly. "I'm not that much of a slut!'
Hermione countered with a "pfft" sound.
"Ron, your sister's a big girl now," Harry tried to explain as Ron struggled to get up. "She can make decisions for herself."
"Besides, Ronald, we've discussed this," Luna said in a dreamy and soothing tone. "Ginny learned from our mistake; she cannot do anything with Neville besides kissing without being forced by your mother to marry him."
After a moment, Ron acquiesced. "All right, fine," he grumbled.
Harry got off of Ron, which was a mistake. The instant Harry had released him, Ron jumped up and charged at Neville.
"YOU TOUCHED MY SISTER!" he shouted.
Thankfully, Harry was able to grab his friend around his shoulders. He was trying to hold Ron back, but the red haired wizard continued to struggle.
"Ron, you're taking this /'over-protective brother' /thing a little too far, don't you think?" Hermione reasoned. "Anyway, quite a number of people have touched your sister before Neville got his chance."
"I don't know what you've heard, but I am not such a loose witch!" Ginny tried to defend herself.
Another "pfft" noise filled the air in defiance to Ginny's remark. This time however, it was Luna who had made the sound.
"Ginny, I love you like a sister - which technically you are, now since I am married to Ronald," Luna said sweetly. "But Michael Corner and I are in the same House and he talked about that night in the Greenhouse."
Ginny gasped. "He said he wouldn't tell!"
"Oh, my poor Ginny, you're so very much like the Amazonian Lake Fortainian; you're far too trusting. And as everybody well knows, those misfortunate creatures were driven to extinction because of their trusting nature. Not only did Michael tell what you did in the Greenhouse, he wrote poems about it," Luna added. "And you should know you're not supposed to pull Mandrakes out of the soil that way."
"Hey, although I really love to hear disturbing stories about the girl I used to date," Harry interjected as he struggled with Ron, "I need some help here."
"Should I stun him?" Hermione offered.
"No, I can take care of Ronald," Luna said and walked in front of her husband. The blonde witch tugged her robes open and exposed her massive breasts. It was quiet effective. Ron stopped struggling all together and Harry felt his friend's breath slow and his pulse lower as the red haired wizard stared dumbly at his wife's boobs.
"Merlin, they're huge," Ginny murmured in awe as she became transfixed with her sister-in-law's enormous mounds.
"Come here, Ronald," Luna said coyly. "Your wife wants to spend some special time with you."
Luna backed up toward the classroom Neville and Ginny had just left and Ron followed like a puppy. After the married couple disappeared in the room, Harry turned to Neville.
"Don't worry about him," Harry said in a reassuring way. "He'll come around sooner or later."
"Thanks Harry," Neville began. "I appre-"
Neville had his statement cut short because loud moaning began to emanate from the classroom.
"They're all ready going at it?" Ginny asked in a mixture of disbelief and horror.
"And at it and at it and at it," Hermione added.
A muffled yet impassioned "Yes, right there!" filtered through the door, causing the four teenagers to feel even more uncomfortable then they already were.
"Let's go fetch a snack," Harry offered to Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. The three quickly agreed with Harry and the two couples rushed as fast as they could away from the loud and various noises coming from the classroom.
*
A few days later, Hermione came to the conclusion that they were ready to perform her wit-enhancing ritual. When asked about the need for the baseline as performed by a non-boosted couple, Hermione replied that the baseline could be examined later; she was ready (and randy) now. She and Harry went over the logistics of the ritual for two full hours. She drew a fairly detailed (it was an advanced form of stick figures, mind you, but that was very detailed given Hermione's artistic abilities) drawing showing their position during the ritual. And she made sure that Harry had memorized the simple incantation he was to say when he climaxed:/ "Maximus Intellegentia"/
/ /When it was time to do the act, they converted the spare Head's room into their ritual room. Basically, they just stripped the room of all of its furnishings and drew some symbols and runes on the floor. And for their comfort, they placed a Cushioning Charm on the floor as well.
"Now remember Harry, when you ejaculate, shout, '/Maximus Intellegentia'," /Hermione reiterated as they both got naked.
Harry nodded his head distractedly. After all, the two of them were standing there quite nicely naked and his mind was focused on her lovely form.
"Okay, let's get started," he announced.
For the ritual to work properly, both Harry and Hermione had to be aroused. So they kissed and played with each other for a bit before they were able to start the actual ritual. And be certain, that when Harry ate out Hermione and she went down on him it was strictly for the ritual; neither enjoyed the activity... right, sure they didn't.
Once they were good and aroused, Hermione took her position. First, she lay on her back. Then she hoisted up her hips and legs until she was able to place her calves under her shoulders. This obviously meant that her back had to be bent quite a bit. Even with her natural flexibility, Hermione would have had difficulties achieving this posture without the weeks of yoga practice.
Next, Harry took his position. His posture was very simple, especially compared to Hermione's. All he had to do was face away from Hermione, place his feet on either side of her, and squat so that his bits were in front of Hermione's flower. This meant that because of Hermione's almost balled-up position, Harry's naked bottom was very close to her face. Harry assumed that her view must not have been very appealing. But, judging by the playful bite placed on his left cheek, Hermione must've actually enjoyed looking at his bum.
"Let's get going," commanded Hermione.
Harry gently pushed into her and began to pump. It was a very awkward position and it took a few moments for Harry to get into the flow of it. But once he got it down, he found he rather liked it.
The way he was positioned, the only thing he could see of his girlfriend was her wonderful round bottom. This gave him ample opportunity to spank, rub, and massage her wondrous orbs.
And Hermione seemed to enjoy the odd position as well. She was happily shouting a "yes"/, "ah"/, or "oh" with every thrust. And Hermione cried out "SWEET BABY MAEVE!" twice. Harry reckoned that they would have to practice this position just for the pleasure of it, the ritual be damned.
A few minutes after they started, Harry felt his climax approaching.
"Maximus Intellegentia!" he shouted as he came.
A sudden wave of energy washed over him. He felt it pass through Hermione as well.
After they caught their breath, he helped his girlfriend to her feet and she asked "Did it work?"
"I don't know," Harry said. "Ask me something I shouldn't know?"
"Okay, how was the Philosopher's Stone able to prolong Flamel's life?" she asked.
"Well, the Stone was used to create the Elixir of Life, a highly advanced healing potion. Not only did the Elixir cure sickness, but it fought off the effects of aging as well, thereby granting a form of immortality," Harry stated.
"It worked!" heralded Hermione.
The couple spent the next day scouring the library. Harry read every course book from all five years of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, whereas Hermione devoured nearly every book in the Restricted Second. Harry then had a very interesting debate with Hermione on how the laws of physics weren't broken when magic was used, just slightly bent.
But when Harry woke up the fifth day after the ritual, he noticed something odd; he felt that the mental energy that had been with him since the ritual had dissipated. He had discovered that he had lost all the information he had learned while under the effects of the ritual. He remembered that he had read and understood all those books. But he could not recall anything he had learned. It was as if the things he learned was a dream, it had drifted away.
At first, Harry was a little perplexed by the duration of the affects of the ritual.
"Why did it only last a few days, Hermione?" he asked his girlfriend.
"It was just a simple ritual that was never meant to be permanent" she explained. "It is similar to the power boosting ritual you performed accidentally. If we wanted the affects to be longer lasting, we would need to make the ritual more difficult and complex."
"More complex, eh?" Harry said with a wry grin. He was intrigued by the notion of using various poses and positions for the ritual. Perhaps they would start out by having Hermione lean against a wall and he would take her from behind, then the couple would move to the couch where she would ride him like a hippogriff, finally they would finish with some position where they were both twisted around each other like some erotic pretzel.
"Not more complex in a fun way, Harry," Hermione corrected. "To make it permanent, we would have to integrate some form of sacrifice, usually blood from one of us. That's why my power boost was permanent; we used the blood from my broken hymen as a sacrifice."
After breakfast, Hermione came to the conclusion that they would need to have Ron and Luna perform the ritual to make sure that their results weren't something of a fluke.
The two couples spent the next half hour going over the ritual in great detail. Hermione drew them a picture and answered all of Ron and Luna's questions. Satisfied that they understood the ritual, the married couple got up and went into the spare room, leaving Harry and Hermione in the outer chamber.
A very short while later, a shout of "Maximus Intellegentia!" came from the spare bedroom.
"That was quick," commented Hermione.
"You're surprised?" Harry asked rhetorically with pride at his own stamina in comparison with Ron's.
A few moments later, Ron and Luna came waltzing out of the room and sat on the couch across from Harry and Hermione.
"Okay Ron, Luna, how do you feel?" Harry asked. He was anxious to see if the ritual had worked.
"Much more smarter," Ron answered. Harry became a little concerned by his friend's answer. It wasn't unusual for Ron to use improper English, but the ritual should've stopped him from doing so. Hermione shared a look with Harry that told him she was just as worried.
"What's the square root of two?" Hermione asked Ron. This would prove to Harry if the ritual was a success or not. He was positive that Ron had no previous knowledge what a square root was. If the ritual worked, Ron should give the correct answer.
"A top hat!" Ron declared triumphantly. Luna gave her husband a congratulatory pat on the back for such a good answer.
"Um, I don't think the ritual worked," speculated Hermione.
"Luna, what's your favorite color?" Harry asked the blonde witch.
"Eighty-five!" Luna answered happily.
"I think the ritual didn't work," Harry repeated Hermione's conclusion.
"That's my wife," Ron announced. "The most smartest witch in the world!"
"It really didn't work," added Harry. "Is it because we had performed power boosting rituals and they didn't?"
"No, I think they must've done the ritual incorrectly," Hermione answered Harry as Ron and Luna watched them with glazed looks in their eyes. "And it actually lowered their intelligence instead of raising it. Maybe they did the act backwards, I mean physically backwards, not in backwards order."
"How could they do it backwards?" asked Harry. "We drew them a picture."
"Harry, we're talking about a couple who/ 'accidentally' /had anal sex their first date," Hermione pointed out. "That's not something regular people do unintentionally."
"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted. Hermione's comment gave him an idea as to how the married coupleperformed the ritual. "Um, when you guys did the ritual, did you do anything unusual?"
"Yes," Luna said with a stupid smile. "Ronald missed and did me in the dirty place. Tee hee."
Luna didn't end her statement with a light giggle, she had actually said the phrase "Tee hee".
"First of all; ow! Second:/ ew!" /Hermione said. "And third; this is actually helpful."
"It is?" Harry asked, desperately trying to block the image of Ron accidentally sodomizing Luna... again.
"Yes, we can conclude that when the couple performs the ritual anally, it actually lowers the participants' intelligence. Therefore, it's possible that they could return to their normal intelligence if they performed the ritual correctly. It would counterbalance."
"You want us to do it again?" Luna asked.
"Yes," Hermione answered.
"Great!" Ron exclaimed. He immediately jumped off the couch and landed on his back with a thud. Before Harry and Hermione could stop him, Ron hoisted up his legs and grabbed his ankles and levered his bottom into the air. Luna than sprang into action. She leapt off of the couch and grabbed her husband's hips and began to thrust her hips into his bottom. Thankfully for Harry and Hermione's sanity, both Ron and Luna were still fully clothed.
"I... /un/... think... /oh/... it's... /ah/.... working!" Luna grunted as she repeatedly slapped her pelvis against Ron's bum.
"I'm more intelligenter," Ron cried out.
"Maybe we should wait for it to wear off," offered Harry.
"Yes, good point," Hermione concurred. "Otherwise I think they'd just end up hurting themselves."
*
The affects of Ron and Luna's botched ritual didn't wear off for two full days. The first day, Luna got in trouble for trying to use the sink in the boys' lavatory as a toilet... three separate times. Ron got a week's worth of detentions for demanding that Professor Slughorn needed to show him how to brew water (yes, water. The whole concept of the simple liquid confused and baffled Ron at that time). Of course, Ron had somehow snuck into Slughorn's chambers and made his demand at three in the morning, hence the week-long detention.
The night after the failed ritual had worn off, Luna was in Harry and Hermione's chambers seeking help on some of the notes she had taken during Charms. Because of the ritual, her notes consisted exclusively of drawings of flowers and unicorns. Thankfully, Hermione had kept her notes from the previous year and was helping Luna catch up. Harry was certain that if Ron wasn't in detention, he would've been copying Hermione's notes as well.
A soft, but urgent knocking drew the three teens' attention to the door. Dobby, who had been folding Harry and Hermione's clothes, opened the door and let Ginny walk in.
The youngest Weasley had a bright and glowing smile on her face. Judging by that look, Harry guessed that Ginny was nearly as happy as Tonks had been when she had introduced her son, Sirius. But another thing about Ginny's appearance caught Harry's eye. He noticed that the red haired witch had a funny gait to her walk. It was as if she was trying to hold an invisible quaffle between her legs as she made her way to where Harry and his friends were sitting.
"Are you okay Ginny?" Hermione asked with concern as the red haired witch waddled past Dobby who went back to tidying up something in the corner of the room.
"He's as big as my forearm!" Ginny declared joyously.
"Excuse me?" Luna asked.
"He's as big as my forearm!" repeated Ginny. This time, she held up her right arm as if to prove her point.
"Wait... you had sex with Neville?" Hermione asked. A smiling Ginny nodded her head in response. "Are you mad? If Molly finds out, she'll force you to marry him!"
"No, she can't," Ginny said while grinning madly. "That old custom mum used to make Ron and Luna marry clearly states that at least one parent from each side must agree to the marriage. Since Neville's parents are catatonic, they can't agree so Neville and I can't be forced to marry right away."
"She's right," Luna pointed out. "The custom is very specific about both parents agreeing. It looks like Ginny and Neville are safe because of that loophole."
"Not that I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with Neville. He's a sweet bloke and..." Ginny paused and held her arm up for dramatic effect before continuing. "HE'S AS BIG AS MY FOREARM!"
Luna and Hermione shared a look before the brunette witch asked: "Are you talking about length?"
"As big as my forearm!" Ginny highlighted this statement by pointing to an area near her elbow then to a spot just below her wrist.
"What about girth?" Luna inquired.
Ginny responded by trying to wrap her left hand around her right wrist. She added, "I compared the two to make sure!"
"Wow, you're one lucky witch," Luna congratulated lightly. It was clear to Harry that Luna was more than happy with Ron and had no intention of leaving him.
"Maybe I should've gone with Neville to the Yule Ball when he asked me, huh?" Hermione said with a chuckle.
Even though he was positive Hermione was joking, Harry had to defend his masculinity. It's a thing men have to do; it's buried in their genetic code. "One must prove how manly one is even if it's only a joke." Many wars had started over such things.
Harry proved his manhood in a unique way. He gently took Hermione's hand in his and placed his thumb on a very specific spot.
"Oh, Harry, you know I'm kidding," Hermione said with a chuckle. "You're the only wiz-/OH!"/
/ /Harry interrupted Hermione's apology by forcing his loved based magic into the Pleasure Pressure Point on the back of her hand.
"OH!" /she breathed out. "OH!"/
/ /As stated previously, Harry was able to tap into his love based magic much more efficiently than the first time he used this technique. Hermione tried to tug her hand free, but Harry held fast. He had to prove his point.
"Har-r-r-ry... s-s-s-stop... it," she groaned out and Harry smiled devilishly.
"Not until you say that I am the best," Harry said wryly.
Ginny stared at Hermione in surprise. She clearly didn't know why the brunette witch was panting and groaning as if she were about to have an orgasm. Luna on the other hand was watching intently, as if making mental notes.
"You're... the... b-b-best, H-har-ry," Hermione moaned out.
"The best at what?" inquired Harry.
"I-I-I'll m-make you p-pay," Hermione growled.
"Hermione, what's he doing to you?" Ginny asked. Her voice was full of worry.
Instead of saying/ "He's using magic to make me climax"/, Hermione showed Ginny and Luna what Harry was doing.
Hermione bucked so hard that her hips flew up and off the couch a few inches. Then she curled up into a tight ball and leaned on Harry's body as she trembled in passion.
As Hermione began to catch her breath, Luna explained to Ginny what had just happened.
"Harry and Hermione found a book that describes different forms of sex magic," Luna informed. "And Harry has a unique talent when it comes to such magic. I've tried to get him to teach Ron on some of the techniques, just so that our relationship can grow."
"I don't need little tricks like that," Ginny stated. "Not when my boyfriend has/ 'The Whomping Willow' /in his trousers."
"I happen to think the techniques could be very useful," Luna argued. "Take your brother for example, he can have sex a number of times and he can satisfy me completely. But I still think that our physical relationship can blossom so much more with such skills."
"You can have all the techniques you like," Ginny said. "Nev doesn't need any silly tricks to satisfy me."
"'Silly tricks'? Are you questioning my boyfriend's ability?" Hermione asked with a fiery gleam in her eyes.
"Not to be rude, but I've seen Harry naked," the red haired witch said honestly. "He's got nothing on my Neville."
Before Harry could take offence at Ginny's comment, Hermione leapt up from the couch.
"Oh, that's it," the brunette witch murmured angrily as she rush at Ginny. She spun the younger witch around and rapidly hoisted up her blouse to expose Ginny's back. "I'll show you /'silly tricks'./"
Hermione quickly placed her hand on the small of Ginny's back, the same area that Harry had touched on Bellatrix's back. It was evident that Hermione was going to apply her own magic on the most intense Pleasure Pressure Point.
Ginny began to moan immediately. A moment later, the witch's knees began to tremble. And finally, Ginny cried out and collapsed to the ground. The whole ordeal took less than five seconds.
Hermione stood proudly over Ginny and said "/'Silly trick' /my backside."
"Wow," Ginny panted.
"I wish Ronald could do that," Luna bemoaned.
"Luna, we've lent you the book," Hermione stated. "Why don't you show him the chapter on Pleasure Pressure Points?"
"Because Ronald is a visual learner," the blonde witch pouted. "He can read those chapters a dozen times and he won't get it right until someone shows him how to do it."
Harry and Hermione shared a look. They both felt pity over Luna's predicament.
"How about we show him," offered Hermione. "When he gets out of detention tonight, I'll show Ron how to do the Pleasure Pressure Points on you."
"Yeah, because if I do it I'll send you to St. Mungos'," Harry said while remembering what he had done to Bellatrix.
"No, I don't think you should show Ronald," Luna said with a sad frown. "Because even if you do teach him Pleasure Points, that would just lead to me wanting to learn more of your techniques; such as Harry's cunnilingus skills. And I know both of you are shy and would never let us watch you two make love."
Once again, Harry and Hermione looked at each other worriedly. They understood that Luna just wanted to embellish her and Ron's love life, but she was right when she said that they would never allow Ron and Luna to stand by the side of the bed while they shagged.
"Don't worry about it; Ronald's a fine lover," Luna said half heartedly. She leaned over and helped Ginny - who was stilling lying on the ground, panting - to her feet. "Just pretend I never asked you about that."
The blonde witch led her sister-in-law out of Harry and Hermione's apartment. Once the two witches left, Hermione turned to Harry and said; "I wish there was something we could do for them. They are our best friends."
"But we can't let them watch," Harry said nervously.
"They've both seen us naked," Hermione pointed out.
"Yes, but not doing anything intimate," Harry retorted. He was about to add that Ron and Luna saw them in a post-coital state, but Hermione had been unconscious at the time and Harry didn't want to tell her about that particular incident.
Hermione chewed on her lip before she suggested "Why not lend them your Invisibility Cloak. That way, they could watch us and we wouldn't see them."
"But we would still know they're there," Harry pointed out. "That would even be worst than seeing them because we wouldn't know what they were up to under the cloak. They could get aroused by our lesson and start doing things unbeknownst to us."
"You're right," Hermione said sadly. "I just wish we could help them; somehow show them what to do. But we have to do it without out them being in the room."
Out of the blue, an idea came to Harry. He recalled Dumbledore's lessons from the previous year where Harry saw Voldemort's life through a series of Pensieve memories. He suddenly realized how he could help his best friend's love life.
"We can use a Pensieve," offered Harry. "I'll eat you out, pausing once in a while to give pointers, and then we put our memories in a Pensive and give it to Ron and Luna as a gift."
"That's actually a good idea. That way, Ron and Luna could watch in a way," Hermione agreed. Then the brunette witch got a devilish smile on her face and repeated, "That way Ron and Luna could watch."
It was clear that she was getting turned on over the notion that someone was going to watch her being intimate with Harry, if only by proxy.
"When should we do it?" Harry asked. He really didn't need to ask that question, judging by Hermione's/ "come shag me eyes" and her wicked smile, he knew the answer would be "right now."/
Without answering, Hermione led Harry into their room. Before he closed the door, Harry turned to Dobby and said, "Dobby, if anybody calls for us, tell them we're... ah... tied up, okay?"
Inside their room, Hermione turned to an empty space on the wall and spoke as if someone was there; "Ron and Luna; Harry and I have decided to help you. You two are our best friends and so we are going to let you watch... in a fashion."
Hermione sauntered over to Harry and slowly began undressing him. After she pulled his shirt over his head, she turned back to the empty space on the wall and said "The most important thing you have to do when you perform cunnilingus is trust each other. Ron, if Luna tells you to do something different, it isn't a critique. She just knows what feels good to her and you need to listen to her."
She turned to Harry and he knew from her expression that she wanted him to add some hints. So Harry turned his attention to the same wall and added "I have an advantage over most people because of my parsletongue ability. But I will go down on Her-"
"Harry, please don't use such crude phrases," interrupted Hermione. "Refer to it as/ 'cunnilingus'./"
"Um, Hermione, Ron and Luna are going to be watching us pleasure each other," Harry retorted. "I don't think it really maters if we use sophisticated terms."
"Good point," Hermione said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Anyway, as I was saying," Harry continued to the wall. "I will go down on Hermione without using my parsletongue."
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione pout slightly. Clearly she had become spoiled by his unique power.
"But as Hermione has said to you, Luna, my technique is still good," Harry said.
Then Harry turned back to Hermione and the two began to undress each other. Once they were naked, Harry guided Hermione to lie on her back and he spread her legs wide.
"Now, I don't know what you guys have done, so I'll just go over the basics first. This is the vagina," he said and gestured to Hermione's flower. "It's made up of several parts. Including, but not limited to the clitoris, the labia majora, and labia minora. Learn it, love it."
Hermione chuckled at Harry's comment.
"You can't just go right after the clitoris," Hermione said after she suppressed her soft laughter. "It's really sensitive and you have to work your way up to it."
"You can start by gently rubbing the labia and kissing it softly," Harry said and demonstrated. Hermione purred softly as Harry worked her petals for a while.
"Once she's ready, you can move on to the more advanced stuff," Harry said.
"And trust me, Ron, you'll know when she's ready," Hermione said with a saucy smile.
Harry then began presenting the/ "advanced stuff". /He showed different ways to stimulate the clit. And he even showed how he could use both the tongue and fingers to satisfy a witch.
It took longer to please Hermione than it did when he used his parsletongue ability, but she was satisfied none the less. She cried out in passion a few minutes after Harry started. Panting, she turned back to the wall and concluded; "I hope you two have learned something that will help. Now it you'll excuse me, I have to shag Harry rotten."
Before Harry could react, Hermione pounced on him and guided his erect organ into her wetness.
"Do - ah/- you- /oh/- think - they'll - /my goodness - like - yummy - the Pensieve?" she asked as she bounced up and down.
"If not, we can always make a new one and try again," Harry grunted happily.
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: The Book Bag gift (the Notably Toteable Library Satchel) is an homage (read: "stolen from") Arya's Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate. In my opinion, "Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate" is the best (and regrettably abandoned) fan-fiction out there.
I had this image of Ginny hobbling up to Harry and Hermione and proudly proclaiming that Neville was so endowed that she could use her forearm as a measuring tool several months ago. Then I read Dr. T's "Re-Ordered" and I cursed when one character described another as being "As big as my forearm." Damn.
Next Up: Horcrux Hunting! See, I remembered there's more to this story besides smut. |
Title: 22nd Century Mother
Tags: Fiction, First Time, Incest, Male / Older Female, Non-consensual sex, Virginity
Introduction:
It's a story about a mother that catches her son masturbating, and... read on to find out. Hope you enjoy!
Content:
Ahh, don't you think it's just lovely to be living right now?
Lighting fast internet and computers to match, all the information you could wish for few clicks away, TV series and movies on demand, then the smartphones, laptops, tablets, all with more memory than you could use, food, ahh, the food... You don't even have to make it on your own, you can order it, even online if you so desire! It's something every woman - especially a pregnant woman, appreciates.
And last, but not least, perhaps the biggest worry of most parents... easy access to porn. It's everywhere, and no matter what you do you can't stop your kids from seeing it. Seriously.
Some parents have tried doing that, by installing numerous programs, others by going a step further and finding one of those rare internet providers that filter porn by default, but what they don't realize is how utterly, completely pointless it actually is. Anyone at least a bit tech-savvy could easily find a proxy to get around it, and visit whatever site they want. Sure, there are some programs that can block any site that's knowingly xxx-related and most, if not all proxy sites - for the sake of the argument, let's say they can block all proxy sites - but, all they would need to do is find a forum or a site that's dedicated to other things yet has such content, and there you go! Naked ladies everywhere. Or men! No judging.
Then, there's the ultimate 'solution', a monitoring software that records all activity - everything they type in, visit, all the messages they receive or send, who they talk to, everything - so the parents can watch over them. *Shudders*. No, no, it's not creepy at all, Mr. and Mrs. I-control-my-childrens-lives. But, eh, whatever, who am I to judge?
Aren't we forgetting something, though? Smart phones! Hell, even normal mobile phones... two clicks, three at most, and there you are, once again! Albeit, there are those parents that don't allow their children to have any kind of phones. No TV after nine either, I assume, because that's 'bed time' and when 'adult programs' start. That is if they allow them to watch TV at all. They might as well home-school their kids by that point, 'cause they've already done their utmost to destroy them socially. I haven't even gotten to Internet Cafes, magazines, and the rest - like borrowing someone else's phone, or tampering with 'tamper proof' monitoring software. I don't need to, because the point stays the same: if they want to see something, they'll find a way to see it.
But this story isn't really about porn, and ways to get around filters and whatnot. It's about being a parent in the 21st century.
It was May 23rd, and it was one of those days. One of those days when I just know something odd will happen. Like finding shitty boxers hidden away under our bed, because my husband's parents haven't taught him that 'wishing them away' doesn't equal washing. *Ugh* Or, perhaps a fleshlight - yep, you've read it right - all sticky and dirty, as if he was leaving it as a present to me, to remind me what I was missing.
It was neither. And I've looked! Inside my husband's drawers, our closet, and with some trouble, under our bed - nothing.
I was both honestly surprised and relieved, I've had enough of cleaning his boxers until the point where they are actually washable in a machine. Next time, he'd find them under his pillow. Then, with a laundry basket in my hands, I headed for my son's room. I tried to come up with something that I would actually be surprised to find.
A girl in his room that climbed through the window? It wouldn't be a surprise after the first time, but I doubt she'll be back again, not through the window anyway. I mean, plus one for the effort and creativity, but plus two for get the fuck out and use the door next time.
As I came up to his room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. Regardless, I reached out to knock, and that is when I heard an unmistakable sound of grunting coming from inside his room.
Ah, of course. There's also my favourite - and dreaded by most mothers - catching your kid masturbating.
I debated where or not I should look inside. Normally I wouldn't, but I felt a little unsettled by his continued grunting. "Those aren't the sounds someone makes when they masturbate, are they?" I wondered, but I only had my moans to compare it to, and not many of those as of lately. If he wasn't masturbating, though, then what was he doing? My mind swirled with possibilities, none good - he could be laying on the floor, hurt! I didn't want to jump to conclusions based only on the sounds he was making, but I had to check, especially if worst came to be. However, if it turned out he was masturbating, it wouldn't be a big deal, I told myself.
After leaving the laundry basket in the hallway, I tip-toed to his door, then slid it a little more open before poking my head inside. I couldn't believe my eyes what I was seeing. I stifled a gasp as I watched him; he was laying on his bed with his top off and pants pulled down around his knees, holding in his hands what was undoubtedly my husband's fleshlight, and trying, but struggling, to jam his erect penis into it.
I hid behind the door and stood there for a moment. Okay, *that* surprised me. My heart was fluttering, and I was in shock by what I had just witnessed. Seriously, I mean, come on! He was born in '97! That'd make him... 18?! Okay, I knew how to count, but at the time it was just so... shocking.
"A fleshlight!" I thought in disbelief. I didn't see a dildo until I was 21 and married to my husband, by which time I've already seen a real life penis, but until then, hell, the closest I came to a dildo was a cucumber, and that was in a bathroom when everyone was sleeping! And even then, I got caught by my mother, and spanked until I couldn't sit on my ass. But now, as a parent in the 21st century, it was expected of me to sit him down and... talk to him?! I was all for it, really, but... wow. The world certainly wasn't like it used to be.
Most mothers by now would be sitting beside their beds, calling their husbands. "We have a situation," they'd whisper, as if somehow their son could hear them from all the way across the hall, while he was probably still busy jackin' it, thinking of that girl with a nice ass - or a man. Whatever.
But, not me. My husband, Will, was at work, and if I gave him a call I knew the answer I'd get:
"I thought we agreed you would deal with it?" Unless he wondered first as to why the hell I didn't talk to him about that stuff years ago.
You might think by now my husband is not very supportive, especially with me being five months along with our second child, but he is, I assure you! When our son was born, he became a stay-at-home dad, while I returned to work. And during those first couple of years, he had changed more diapers, and lulled him to sleep more times than I ever had.
Anyhow, it actually started as a joke at first when our son was still a baby; Will teased me that since he was the one taking care of Kevin all the time, it'd be up to me to explain things to him and answer any questions he had, as he grew and became more curious. We had a nice laugh about it, but after I conversed with other mothers about how they dealt - or planned to - with such and similar matters, I told my husband that when the time came, I'd sit Kevin down and talk with him about it. I was determined to be one of those 'cool', chill moms.
And I was planning to. I waited for the perfect moment, perhaps, after finding his cum-stained underwear, socks, or anything else of that sort, as a sign that he was becoming interested in such things. But as time passed by and that moment never came, I put it off more and more, until the point when I forgot about it.
"Did that make me a bad mother?" I wondered, feeling guilty for not educating him like I should have.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
I poked my head inside once again, and saw the fleshlight laying beside him, while he stroked his penis with two of his fingers, trying to keep it hard. I moved back. It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing. After thinking about it for a moment, I decided I had to set things straight. If there ever was a time for that talk, it was definitely now.
Picking up the laundry basket, I headed to my room, while forming a plan inside my head. After setting it down on the bed, I went through my bedside drawer and took a small tube of lube, and a dildo. "Yes," I thought. I was going to demonstrate to him how to use the fleshlight properly, with a little help of my dildo. "Surely that's better than just talking about it?"
Back at his door, I took a deep breath, and after a short succession of knocks I walked in, my cheeks turning a soft shade of red, acting ever confident, yet secretly anxious.
"Mom!" he gasped, his hands clinging to the bed sheet, which he somehow managed to pull all the way up to his chin before I came inside. "W-what do you want?" he asked.
Without saying a word, I walked up to his bed, then sat down beside him. He scooted a little away. "Kevin, do you remember how we never had a talk about sex? Well, I think it's time we had that talk."
"That's not something we need to talk about," he said, trying to act calm, but panicking on the inside.
Then his eyes settled on my hands, and as he was about to ask what I was holding, I said, "Honey," then, after taking a deep breath, I continued, "I was just passing by, gathering clothes to put in the machine, and I've seen you trying to use the fleshlight."
His eyes bugged out, and all he could seem to utter was incomprehensible nonsense, terrified that I caught him. Trying to reassure him, I placed a hand on his thigh; he instantly tensed up, but didn't pull away.
"It's okay," I said. "You're not in any trouble, and I promise I won't tell your dad you've borrowed his flashlight. However, on a related note... could you please hand it to me, so I can demonstrate to you how to use it properly?"
As my words sank in, he sighed in relief, and with some hesitation pulled out the fleshlight from under the bed sheet, then handed it to me. What followed was the most awkward and silent demonstration that I have ever witnessed. Afterwards, I placed the dildo down onto the beside table - his eyes following my hand - before I handed him the lube.
"Now, lube your penis like I did with my dildo," I calmly said. "If you need any help, let-- let me know."
At that point, I actually thought I pulled it off very well. I only wished I hadn't said the last bit. Well, at first, anyway. Then, my mind racing a thousand miles per second, I realized it wasn't such a bad idea. I mean, minutes earlier he was trying to jam his penis into a fleshlight, without lube, as if he was trying to cut a watermelon with a knife - at least that's what it reminded me of. He had no idea what he was doing, and I had doubt my two-minute long demonstration would help him very much.
"The, um, the fleshlight," he awkwardly said and reached out with his hand, jarring me from my daze. I handed it to him, he took it under the covers, and fumbled with it for a couple of seconds.
"How's it going?" I asked, trying to retain the calm sound of my voice.
"I-It's not," he said.
"You know what? Why don't... why don't you pull down your covers, so I can see what you're doing?"
"What?" he gasped in disbelief. "I can't do that!"
"Kevin, please," I said, "I'm sure you want this to be over as soon as possible, just like me. But first, I need to see if you've understood my demonstration and can do it right. Okay?"
"Mom..." he pleaded, looking at me with his puppy-eyes. When he saw I wasn't budging, he reluctantly pulled the bed sheet down, revealing his lubed semi-hard penis. "This is so humiliating," he muttered, while I blushed a little from being so up close.
With the fleshlight in his hands, he positioned it above the tip of his penis, then, using a lot more force than necessary, he tried to jam his penis into it, just like before. His lubed cockhead slid all over the place, making his efforts absolutely pointless. I was in disbelief. "Is he messing with me, or is he really so clueless?" I couldn't help but wonder, but the latter became more and more apparent with every passing second.
"Use both of your hands, and take it slower," I awkwardly said, trying to instruct him.
"That's what I'm doing," he grunted, as he kept trying to get the tip inside without success. At one point when his penis bent in half, I cringed in fear and covered my eyes, thinking it was going to break.
"Okay, okay, stop! That's enough," I said, afraid he was going to injure himself. As soon he did, I grabbed the fleshlight from his hands. We spent a few moments in silence - him staring at me, while I thought about what I should say, and how to instruct him properly. When I finally looked his way, he averted his eyes and looked down at my chest; his eyes went wide, before he quickly looked up towards the ceiling. He was adorable, and I couldn't let him down. If it was anyone's fault that he was so inept at this, it was mine, and if we had that talk when he was younger, then maybe we wouldn't have been here, right now. However, time for such talk has come and passed; it was time for action.
"I..." I started to say, then bit my lip nervously. "I'm going to give you a demonstration, a lesson if you will, with the fleshlight and your penis," I said. As soon those words left my mouth, he covered his crotch with his hands.
"Mom, no! You can't do that!" he protested vehemently.
"Kevin!" I sternly said, then took a breath, and continued with a calmer tone of my voice. "Put your hands up beside your head. This is not time to freak out - we can deal with this, together."
"Mom, can't you just leave? Please..."
"I want to make this clear: the only way I'm leaving your room is when I'm absolutely certain that you know how to use the fleshlight properly. So, we can either sit here with your penis hanging out and talk about your day, your friends, and school, or, I can show you how to use it, and in a minute or two I'll be out of your hair. You choose."
Defeated, he sighed, then put his hands up beside his head. Without further ado, and rather than touching him directly, I took the the bed sheet with my left hand, then wrapped two of my fingers, through the bed sheet, around the base of his penis. With my other hand, I took the fleshlight.
"The bed sheet will get dirty with lube. You don't want to get bed sheet dirty, do you?" he said.
I tried not to chuckle, amused by his attempt to get me to stop. I could feel the awkwardness melting away. "I'm the one washing them any way, am I not?" I said, as a soft smile spread on my lips. His penis became harder, and I moved the fleshlight over it. After carefully positioning the entrance above his penis, I rubbed the tip into it.
"Are you watching?" I asked, and glanced at him.
"Yes," he said.
"Good. All you need is to hold your penis around the base, a right angle, and with little lube and patience," I said, then pushed the fleshlight down a little, "It'll go right in."
He let out a gasp as the tip of his penis slid inside. "God... really?" he said in disbelief. "I feel so dumb right now..."
I looked at him. "No one was born knowing everything." I slid the tip in and out a few times, then pushed the fleshlight down further, an inch more than before.
"Can... can I take over now?" he asked tentatively.
"You know, maybe in a moment or two," I said, blushing a little as I slid it up then back down those two inches, working it slowly.
"It's weird... please," he said, breathing a little heavily.
"Why is it weird?" I asked, then slid the fleshlight another inch down, bringing a gasp from him. Now confident it won't slip out, I let go of his penis and the bed sheet that I was holding it with, then shuddered. "Is it because I'm your mother? Or because you don't like it?"
"You're my mom..." he whined.
"Well, maybe you could pretend like I'm not your mom," I offered.
"I can't do that! I can see it's still you... just, stop," he pleaded.
"Kevin, you were trying to jam your penis into it earlier! If you gave it a thought, I'm sure you'd see that I'm doing this for your own good," I said, as I tried to think of a solution. A blindfold at this time would have been good. Looking around, I noticed his shirt laying on the bed. Letting go of the fleshlight, I stood up and took the shirt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, as he looked me in the eyes for the first time in a while.
Without saying a word, I moved closer, then placed it over his head, making sure he could breathe, but couldn't see through it. He tried to pull it off, but I swatted his hands away before I sat back down, and took hold of the fleshlight once again. "Now you can't see me," I said.
"Mom..." he protested, but his voice trailed off as I started sliding the fleshlight up and down his penis.
"Mmm, oh wow," I muttered, as I watched his penis slide in, then out. "Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah, but... it's still weird," he said.
"Mmm, why is it weird?"
"'Cause you're my mom," he said, and let out a soft moan.
"It's okay. I can be your mom and do this. You see, you... you are still thinking of me as your mother, but you shouldn't. For me it's the same as if you were my girl friend, and I'm, I'm just teaching you something," I explained, trying to make him more comfortable.
In truth, even for me, it was weird. But even a blind person could have seen he needed help, a lesson if you will, and I was going to give it to him, no matter how awkward or weird it ended up being for either one of us. I wasn't going to be one of those moms that had to drive their son to the ER after he cut or broke his penis, or something.
After working the fleshlight all the way down to the base - good seven or so inches - I took it in both of my hands, and slid it all the way up, then back down, and repeat.
"That feels really good," he exhaled heavily.
"It does?" I said, and smiled a little. "Good," I said, relaxing even further. It felt almost... natural.
So there I was, moments trickling by, sliding the fleshlight up and down his penis - with a bit of trouble, might I say - and then it hit me. "Condoms! How could I have forgotten them?"
"Your husband said the same thing five months ago," a voice said, making me shudder. I looked around, feeling terrified that someone else might be in the room, but there was no one. I looked at Kevin, and while I couldn't see his face, I could hear his soft, barely audible moans; it wasn't him either. It must have been my mind. Believe it or not, we planned the second baby.
"Kevin, I'll be back in a moment," I said as I let go of the fleshlight, and got up from the bed.
"Mom?" he said in confusion. Without wasting a moment, I went into my room then went through my husband's drawer until I found one of his condoms from god-knows-when.
As I came back to my son's room, I had to face a new problem - he was blindfolded, and someone had to put on the condom. After giving it a thought, I decided to take take things hands on. If my husband didn't shy away when it came to diapers, I wasn't going to shy away when it came to my son's sex-ed!
Some would object to that, I hear you. But, what was I supposed to do? Ask him to take his blindfold off, give him the condom so he could put it on by himself, and then ask him to put the blindfold back on? That would have just gotten him tense, and made the whole situation awkward - I had no desire to take away from his enjoyment. It was going so well! And as loving mother, sometimes you just have to do what it takes for your child.
Then... there was that other issue. That whole, this-is-so-wrong-but-it's-making-me-so-insanely-hot issue. Oh, wait... I didn't mention it, did I? Right... Well, forgive me.
If this was a movie, the movie would cut back to the start, and video camera would go from my face, down to my panties - you'd see slightly moist, blue panties, with 'WET' written across the screen. Then, another cut to several minutes later, with 'WETTER" written across the screen and a shot of my panties with a big moist spot on them, and finally, it'd cut back to right now, and it'd say on the screen, 'Holy Hell, you could wrestle in here!', for which I believe you don't need a graphical description.
Being five months along, and without sex for probably as much, certainly wasn't helping. With my husband busy, and his ever diminishing sexual desire - he liked to joke that he 'wasn't attracted' to me now that I was pregnant, but the truth was, he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with me, now that a baby was growing inside me - I had to resort to other options, like masturbation. Which worked great! The first few weeks, anyway. Over time, it almost became impossible to orgasm by my own, so I pretty much gave up on it. Can you imagine how it feels being horny, yet not being able to orgasm? But now, there I was, and there was a real, live cock, which I was desperate to feel inside me.
"Mom, are you here?" he asked.
"I'm here," I said and shook my head clear. I opened the condom, then walked up to his bed. Bending over, I took hold of the fleshlight, then slid it off and placed it beside him. "See, baby? Mommy's here." I looked at his crotch - his penis was standing tall and proud, glistening with lube and pre-cum on top. I considered using the bed sheet again, but it wasn't going to cut it this time, since I'd still have to lube his penis with my own fingers. I reached out with my hand, then stopped, fighting the urge to lean down, slip my lips around it, taste it, suck it, li-- I took a deep breath, and instead gently wrapped two of my fingers around the bottom of his shaft.
"W-what are you doing?" he asked worriedly.
Doing my best imitation of my voice, and not my squeaky 'Am-I-really-thinking-about doing-THAT?!' voice, I said, "Well..." and stopped. Shit. It sounded really, horribly squeaky. I cleared my throat, then continued, trying to control myself better. "You know, when you're about to have sex with a girl, you should be wearing one of these. Can you guess what it is?"
"Yes!" I smiled, proud of myself for pulling the voice off. Well, okay, it was my voice, but still!
"A condom?" he said.
I positioned the condom above his cockhead. "That's right. So I'm just going to slide it all the way down, like this," I said as I slid it down along his length, "and then apply a little lube, before putting the fleshlight back on. Okay?"
"Okay," he said.
I took the tube of lube, then poured a little on the tip of his penis. As it slid down in trails on few different sides, with two of my fingers, I gently smeared it on the condom. As the moments passed by, I must admit I became more and more anxious and nervous. Okay, so maybe I couldn't go through with it. Maybe it was just one of those things crazy pregnant hormones make you want to do, you know? Like, flashing drivers from beside the road - no one would normally want to do that, right? They could crash! Or taking off the condom, and sucking that cock until I swallowed every last drop of his come, and then -- well, you get the point. Maybe it would be better if it stayed just a fantasy.
"That feels nice," he moaned, pulling me from my daze.
"Huh?" I muttered, wondering what he meant. As I looked down, I saw my fingers wrapped around his penis, mindlessly stroking him. I shuddered. A soft blush spread across my cheeks, and I let go of his penis, while still holding it around the base with my other hand. "That's, um, lubed enough," I said.
I took the fleshlight, positioned it above his cockhead, and... I hesitated. I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't slide it down and educate him to completion, then go back to my room when done, and masturbate, only to end up feeling frustrated because I couldn't come! Then the whole day would go to hell, because I'd be frustrated about being frustrated from not being able to come! And frustration equals stress... or is frustration a cause of stress? Either way, stress was bad for the baby - all mothers knew that. Obviously, I couldn't allow that. I couldn't *knowingly* harm my baby. I struggled not to smile, because it was no laughing matter.
"Are you going to put on the fleshlight?" he asked
"Just--" Squeaky. I cleared my throat. "Just a minute," I said in a deep, manly voice. I giggled a little. I sounded like Rambo.
But, now I was facing yet another problem. He couldn't find out it was me. Thinking quickly as I put the fleshlight far away on the bed, I slid up the bed sheet all the way up to his penis, and on the sides almost completely covered his hips. Then, I got up and hiked up my skirt, slid off my panties, and dropped them on the floor, before climbing back onto the bed, straddling him, and kneeling down with my legs on each side of his body. I was careful no part of my body was touching his. That'd be bad. Remember how he reacted at first? I had a feeling he'd react much worse this time if he found out.
After positioning myself above his penis, I took a deep breath and reached down with my right, taking his penis in my hand, while my left was down on the bed, making sure I didn't lose my balance. As I slid the cockhead between my labia, rubbing it back and forth, I wondered, "What if he notices the difference, and figures out it's not a fleshlight, but--" I stopped for a moment, his cockhead poking at my entrance. Okay, that was a real worry.
Not sure if it was my wishful thinking, made up memory, or actually real, but I remembered reading in one of those sex-related magazines that nowadays, fleshlight were 'super realistic'. I looked at the fleshlight, and screwed up my face. "Seriously, that's realistic?"
Then, it came to me that I've read the same thing about certain dildos, and having had the chance to try one of them, I couldn't disagree. Maybe this fleshlight was the same? Regardless, I knew how risky this was. I could either give up, or roll the dice and take a chance.
And I did. Damned be the risk! Without wasting another moment, I let my hips down, and the tip of his penis pushed through my flowery opening, and into my vagina, where he once came from. It made me feel dirty.
The first thing I thought was not, "Oh my God, I'm really doing it!" but, "Oh my... that's nice. Maybe a little more...".
So I slid further down, deeper, his lovely penis filling me up inch by inch, until I found my pussy stretched around the condom-covered base of his penis. I won't lie - I could feel guilt in my stomach, but with every passing moment it was replaced with both arousal and pleasure.
And then I thought, "I *AM* really doing this!" I wanted to squeal. My heart was racing so fast, and I could barely think clearly. It was the most exciting thing I've done in months - being pregnant and confined to the house was neither pretty nor fun.
As I sat there, smiling as I enjoyed the feeling of a penis deeply inside me - a real one! - Kevin spoke.
"Umm, Mom?"
"Yes?" I said.
"It feels kind of... different. Is that normal?"
My smile disappeared. "Shit," I thought. What was I thinking? There was *no way* my pussy felt the same as that fleshlight - it was wetter, warmer, and I'd dare say, tighter.
"Mom?" he said, as I sat there in silence. My mind was racing, my eyes were on his hands, which were beside his head, waiting for the inevitable moment when he was going to pull off the blindfold, and then we'd be in trouble. And when I say we, I mean me.
"Umm, it's, uhh..." I said as I moved up and down a few inches, hoping to distract him while I thought of something, anything. "It's, you know, the..."
And then, it came to me. How much does he really know about sex? Sure, he's probably seen a porno or two, but porn is often unrealistic, and can hardly teach anyone anything, unless the person is an avid watcher, and I really doubted that. After all, I am here, giving him a 'lesson' because he didn't know the basics - like using lube! And then I thought, "This is perfect!" Smile came back to my face. Remembering to use as normal voice as possible, I said, "It's the condom. It makes it feel different; more real."
"Yeah... makes sense," he moaned softly.
I grinned. "Bingo!" I thought. Wait. No one says that anymore? Oh well.
As I slowly slid up and down, enjoying and appreciating every inch, over and over again, I looked down... legs, check - far apart, and not touching. Butt... check, touching the bed sheet, but not his legs. Pussy... check, wet and hungry. I did my best to copy the movement of a fleshlight - up and down, not back and forth.
"Could you slide it a little faster?" he pleaded.
"It's better to go nice and easy," I said, feeling afraid that if went much faster, I'd get carried away. "If you let it build up slowly, your orgasm will be better."
A minute passed by before he spoke again. "Uhh... this fleshlight feels really good," he said.
"Yeah," I moaned softly, unable to contain it anymore as I neared my orgasm. "It does."
"How close is it to... feeling like..." he panted, his voice trailing off.
"I think it's very close," I said, my breathing becoming ragged as I rode him a little faster. I could tell he was getting closer too.
"... having sex with a real girl?" he finished a few seconds later.
"Oh... mmm," I muttered. "It's really close."
"Yeah?"
"Really close," I repeated.
A few seconds later, he asked, "You think I could... get one of these fleshlights of my own?"
I stopped moving for a moment, gathering my breath.
"You could," I said, then, grasping the opportunity by its balls, I continued, "Or... maybe I can just come bring it to you every once in a while. You know?" I said as I ran my right hand across my body; my thighs, my stomach, then slid my hand into my blouse and cupped my left breast. Squeezing it, I continued riding him at a slower pace than before. "So your dad doesn't notice when it's missing," I said.
"Ohh..." he moaned, as every downward thrust of my hips brought his penis all the way inside me.
"Was that a no? A yes? A maybe??" I wondered, unsure, so I pressed the issue. "We could do something like that. What do you think?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered.
"Oh, yeah..." I moaned out loud. My cheeks turned bright red within a second. I wasn't supposed to moan. If this was just a fleshlight, and not me, there was no reason for me to moan. I wasn't sure how much he cared at the moment as to what was going on around him, but I was sure he'd replay this whole thing later on, and when he did, he'd probably wonder the same.
"I'm... I'm just so excited for you!" I exclaimed. Okay, that was a bit weird, but still better than-- Fuck it. These thoughts had to stop. He was too into it to hear all my words, much less a moan I made - he was moving up his hips, trying to meet my thrusts. At first I managed to keep the distance between my butt and his body, but over the course of the next minute, his hips rose higher and higher with my every downward thrust, and the distance between our bodies grew smaller - too small for my comfort. Feeling worried, I said, "Do you want me to go faster with the fleshlight?"
"Yes, please," he panted.
"Okay. But you've got to keep your legs down, baby."
"Uh-huh," he said,
"And deeper... please," he said.
Fuck. While the idea was bordering on the insane, I felt ready to oblige. I leaned down towards him and placed both of my hands on the bed, beside his body, and after making sure my belly wasn't touching his own, I started moving faster, and taking his cock deeper. His moans grew louder, effectually muffling any of mine, and while my butt came in contact with the bed sheet all too often, his legs didn't move an inch.
"Yes... yes..." he moaned, his moans music to my ears. My whole body was on fire. I reached down with one hand and rubbed my clit as I rode his cock, wishing I didn't have to use the condom. Damn the safe sex, when I could give him more sex than he could handle, with no chance of getting me pregnant. I couldn't help but imagine what some of our mornings would be like; cooking coffee for myself, and breakfast for both of us, before going to his room and waking him up, letting him suck on my breast as he awoke, kissing him as my arousal grew, then climbing into his bed and fucking him until he came inside me, and was ready to face the new day. Then he'd eat his breakfast and get ready for school, but not before eating me out to climax and saying, 'I'll be skipping the last class today, and we'll be spending it in bed.' *Uhh*
I could feel the orgasm growing closer, it was moments away. However, right at that moment, Kevin let out a loud moan, his cock throbbed inside me, and he started to come.
It was at that exact moment that I figured out what I was missing, beside sex. That feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction, knowing that *I* was the one causing arousal and pleasure to the other person, so immense that they couldn't hold out any longer, they had to let go and orgasm.
I could have climaxed right there and then, but instead, grasping at any bits of self control I had left, I gently came down about an inch from the base, and listened to the sound of his moans, while his cock throbbed inside me, unloading every bit of come he had into the condom. I straightened up and sat there, my forehead sweaty, my blouse open and a little wet at the front with droplets of my milk, while Kevin tried to catch his breath, enjoying what I was sure the best orgasm of his life... while I couldn't experience my own.
Sadly, that was the curse of this bizarre affair. It was only near the end that I realized I couldn't let myself orgasm. If I did, my vaginal muscles would spasm and contract around his penis, and even the most oblivious person in the world would be able to tell that it wasn't a fleshlight.
Still high with arousal, but not as close to orgasm, I found myself thinking about how long he lasted - it had to be good 10, 15 minutes total! His stamina, even with the pauses we had, was impressive.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.
He slowly came down from his high. "It was, uhh... can I be honest?"
"Please do."
"It was amazing," he said, bringing a smile to my face. "Can I take off the blindfold now?" he asked.
*Shit*. There went the arousal, my smile, and pleasure - only fear now was coursing through my veins. "Just a second!" I said as I carefully got off his penis, and off the bed. "Just to... pick up the stuff off the floor," I said, then quickly took my panties and slid them up my legs. "The condom wrapper," I said as I took the jeans, then got one foot in, followed by the other, and slid them up - they stopped below my butt. "Come on, you fat ass!" I thought as I tried to get into them. "The lube..." I continued, as I struggled with the jeans, before finally managing to slide them up and over my butt. I sighed in relief, then fixed my blouse.
"Mom, t-thank you for showing me how to use a fleshlight. I don't think I would have learned how to use it as well, by my own."
I smiled softly as I fixed my hair, which was a bit of a mess. "It has to be our secret though, you can't tell your dad. He probably wouldn't like it if he found out you've been using it."
"That's okay," he said. "Umm, about earlier..."
"Yes?" I said as I re-checked my clothes and my hair, then picked up the condom wrapper off the floor.
"Would it be really okay if I asked you to bring it next time?"
"Hmm, maybe," I said as I picked up the lube off the bed. I did like the idea but it would increase the chances of getting caught exponentially. I decided to nip it in the bud; it was better that way. "You know, I've got an idea - why not get one of your own, a brand new one? I could... I could order it online for you," I offered, as I took his penis into my hand, and slid the condom off.
"You'd do that for me?" he asked in surprise.
I chuckled softly. "Of course, Kevin. I'm your mother."
"Wow, th-that sounds good!" he said excitedly.
"I'm glad you like the idea. You can take off your blindfold now," I said, as I took my dildo off the bedside table.
He took off the improvised blindfold, and as our eyes met, he smiled. "Thanks mom."
I smiled too. "I'm going to go now," I said, as I headed for the door. "Don't forget to put the fleshlight back where you found it, before your dad comes home."
"Alright, I will," he said, and I left the room, then closed the door behind me. I placed my hands behind my back, then leaned against the door, and took a deep breath.
Okay, leaning against the door like they do in the movies *is* cheesy. But only as I left the room, the magnitude of what I had just done - what I had gotten away with - was starting to set in; my face became red, my pulse was racing, and I had to take a few deep breaths before I could calm down. It was oddly bizarre how excited I was, and how much alive, as in 'living in the moment', I felt. The only guilt I felt was from not feeling any guilt or regret over what I had done, something which most would have deemed wrong right from the start.
I pushed myself from the door, then headed for bathroom. I needed a bath; the clothes would have to wait till later. As I drew myself a bath, I reminisced over what had just happened.
The weird thing was, I wasn't annoyed that I didn't get to orgasm. You know how amazing it is to see your child take his first steps and hear his first words? I've never got to witness that with Kevin - not his firsts - and I always felt guilt over it. But now, being the first woman he was with, it made me feel special. To witness and experience his first time, hear his moans of pleasure, and bring him to orgasm, it was simply wonderful. I put away the dildo and dumped the condom into the trash, then after locking the bathroom door, I took off my clothes and climbed into the bathtub.
"It's funny," I thought, as I laid there. The reason I had sex with him was because I was desperate to get off, but instead, I got him off, shared some wonderful, special moments, realized what my sex life was missing, and ended up feeling much better even without getting myself off. And, undoubtedly created a memory that would serve me for endless fappy moments in months to come. I was going to say, 'and I wasn't going to mention', but... isn't it silly to say that, then mention the thing you just said you *weren't* going to mention. No? Maybe it's just me.
Anyhow, you may be wondering if I'm insane... that's entirely up to you. As for Kevin and me, I had no intention of doing it again - I wouldn't risk getting caught, and I doubted I'd enjoy it half as much. Besides, it was perfect - why spoil it?
Over the next few months, I thought more about it - quite a lot, actually. Right now - as in the times we're living - maybe it's not so 'normal' to give your child a practical sex demonstration, or even demonstrate the use of a fleshlight, hands on like I did. But... if we've gotten in such short time from punishing them, to talking openly about it, then, maybe one day it won't be 'weird, or 'taboo' to help your son out if he asked you for pointers in sex, or if you noticed he needed help with masturbation. Maybe it'll be completely normal for a mother to engage in sex with her son, and educate him on how to please women, or even help him relax if he's got exams coming - I've heard some mothers already do that in a land far away from here.
That's why I see myself as a visionary - maybe not the regular sex and all, but the firsts, you know? There's no shame being ahead of the curve and saying it - someone has got to start it. I mean, if being 21st century mother involves being more tolerant, and open to talking about sex with your children, then, what would that make me? A 22nd century mother? Surely by then we'll get there - after all, no parent should miss their children's firsts, even if it's sex we're talking about.
Oh! I almost forgot... the second baby is a boy! I'm so happy. I wonder what will his first time be like?
THE END. |
Title: 2300 AD biology class part I
Tags: Fantasy, Boys/Teen Female, Group Sex, Males / Females, Masturbation, Water Sports/Pissing
Content:
In India Lesson on Reproduction of humans is usually not taught to students. but the students are very curious about the lessons. they understand a lot of things in the lessons and talk in a whispering tone among themselves.
one day i saw two boys laughing in the biology class. i saw one of them looking at reproduction chapter. they were the students coming to my house for tution classes. they came to know i noticed what they were looking at. they didnt come to tution classes that day. i asked 2 girls who were also coming to tution why they didnt come. the girls said they didnt know. i found those 2 girls smiling in a strange way at each other.i told them i knew why them didnt come to tutions. the girls pestered me again and again why they didnt come. i told them it is something to do with one lesson in biology. both of them blushed and felt ashamed.
i told, i can take that lesson if they wanted. one of them said, she was beaten by her mother for asking some questions about that lesson.
both of them started showing some interest in what i said. they told the boys are showing those lessons to them and making fun among themselves and cracking nasty jokes.
i gave them some encyclopedia and told them to read reproduction matter in that at home . also told them to inform the boys to come to tutions the next day.
the next day those two boys also came to the tutions. i quickly finished that days lessons . i had a computer and biology related software. i told i would take the promised lesson individually on the computer. Let us call the first girl San,second dan. Sandra came first to listen to the lesson.
san was really beuatiful. she was the topper in the class among girls.it was difficult to start the topic. so i showed about heart,lungs,brain etc to drive away the fear. after fooling around with all the parts of the body, i cliked on the repro systems. she didnt show any surprise as the cross sections of penis and vagina she could not understand. i asked what they were. she said she didnt know. my heart was pounding. i asked if she wanted to see a better diagram. she said yes. i cliked on a link which showed many pictures of penises with pubic hair. she saw it very intently was excited and ashamed.all of the penises were non erect ones. i then showed erect penises. she asked why are they like that any problem ? i said , it is called erection or boner . then showed about hairy vagina. she blushed seeing that. then i asked if she knew what is clitoris. she said no. i showed one clear picture of clitoris and said it is like a penis which gets erect when a girl feels sexual feelings. she said now she knows what is clitoris. she said she felt nice touching there sometimes while taking bath. i showed her naked girls with big boobs. she was really liking to see those pictures.
i asked if she knows the meaning of sex or fucking. she said it is a bad word and boys use those words often. i said, it is not so. it is how we are made. you want to see what it is ? she nodded yes. i showed her some missionary position photos. she said , she saw her dad one night when she woke up to piss. she felt dad was doing bad things to her mom.
i explained her that it is not bad. it is done when two people love each other and it gives happiness to both.
i gave her the computer to explore more things. when she was watching all those things i stood behind her and started massaging her arms. she didnt resist. she was busy in watching some real fucking. i slowly move my hand near the boobs. no resistance came from her. then slowly and gently touched her boobs.she started breathing heavily.i told her, if she feels uncomfortable i would stop. she said she doesnt feel uncomfortable, but was feeling little fearful that other students may come inside.
i started putting my hands inside her bra too feel the bare boobs. the nipple were gettin erect one. i cupped both the boobs which were like tennis ball size. she stopped breathing and was enjoying every bit of it.
now i took my hand towrds her fleshy thighs. when i was massagin her soft thighs she starte twitching her leg toes.she was intently watching all the different positions and was surprised to see the doggy position. she asked if the man was putting his thing inside her ass. i said, he is putting it inside her pussy. now i pressed the inner of her thighs. then finally i pressed her fleshy mound with my hand. gently massaged the slit from top to bottom over the clothes itself. i could feel her wetness even from over the clothes.
i asked if she would tell these things to her friends or parents . she said she wont. i adviced her not to discus it with anybody. i said she will benefit in the future if she gets good knowledge about these things now and also the enjoyment is more in younger age than when grown up.she said ok. now i slowly put my hand inside her panties .she had thick pubic hair and was dripping wet. i started massaging her clit on the hood. her facial expression changed was intensely enjoying it . i asked if she wanted to see my part. she said no way. i asked if she wanted to hold my thing. she said she wanted to see it. i unzipped my pants. she was wathing intensely at my underwear in surprise. i brought her hand over the undy covered penis. she said it is hard. she playfully pulled my undies when my penis jumped out. i showed her how to jack a penis. she held the penis reluctantyly. i moved her hand up and down. after sometime she liked to do it herself. i took her fingers to the glans. she like the soft glans and started playing with it. when she was touching the head, my dick was getting excited more and more and was getting more and more erect . she liked to tease it. she also like to play with my pubic hair. then she started exploring my balls. i said it was enough for the day. would teach some more things the next day and gave a passionate kiss on her lips.
I told her to call Dan for the lesson. All the others were very curious in their looks towards San.
I started the class for Dan the same way I did it with San.
More details about Dans class and other 2 boys in the next part...
Many more exciting adventures are there to come. |
Title: 2300 Gathering Part II
Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Asian, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Drug, Extreme, Female/Female, Fisting, Group Sex, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Threesome, Transgendered, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Luke is reunited with Gwen and her horny family. While many of her relatives are unable to attend the upcoming Gathering, Gwen and Luke invite new guests. Her close friend Riley, Luke’s roommate Jacob, and his girlfriend Amy. Each and everyone of them are all in for a long nasty night of debauchery and kinky pleasures.
Content:
DISCLAIMER!!!
All characters, settings, and storyline are a work of pure fiction and fantasy. This is a long story divided into ten chapters. This is the sequel to “The 2300 Gathering” written and published in 2018.
>>>
CHAPTER 1: STUDYING ABROAD
>>>
Nothing has been the same since that night four months ago. Ever since Gwen introduced me to her family’s taboo and crazy lifestyle with the 2300 Gatherings, all I can think about is sex. Group sex. Kinky sex. It can be a bitter yet SUPER sweet feeling at times. Since then, I’ve traveled to many neighboring countries around England. My classes have been going well. I’ve made some great friends along the journey. My closest friend has to be my roommate Jacob.
He’s a little older than me, 21. Everywhere we travel, we always stay together in the same group. We study together. We party all the time too! When Jacob is not with me hanging out or studying, he’s with his girlfriend Amy who is also studying abroad with us. Amy is shy but super friendly. She’s Chinese, 22 years old and has a cute face. Amy has a sexy body, having small breasts but a nice plump ass! I’ve thought about fucking her many times and have masturbated to quite a few Asian babe pornos thinking about her nice plump ass riding my cock.
Of course, I don’t tell Jacob this but he does catch me time to time staring at Amy when she walks by sometimes. He just smirks when I do and doesn’t say anything about it.
Being so busy with my studies and travels, I’ve only attended two Gatherings in the four months it’s been since my first time meeting Gwen. It’s been hectic with my schedule. Gwen reaches out to me each month telling me when the Gatherings are. She tells me how much her family misses me. I have been fortunate though to see Gwen many weekends when we have time off to ourselves away from classes and all. Gwen would usually book a nice hotel suite a few blocks away from mine and we’d spend the nights together. She would take me to some really great nightclubs and bars in the city and we’d dance the night away. And of course, having plenty of fantastic sex afterwards.
Jacob would always ask me how my weekend was and where I’d been. I told him about Gwen and how I met her on my flight to London. Of course, I never went into full details about my deep connection with Gwen and her family.
Coming back to present day, I return back to London after a few days spent in Edinburgh. It’s almost time for the weekend and I could not be more excited!
Gwen was coming to spend Friday night with me in the city and then on Saturday it’ll be time for me to attend my third 2300 Gathering! It’s been two long months since I’ve been back to the Edwards Estate, Gwen’s family vacation home which happens to be the size of a castle!
I’m looking forward to seeing each and everyone of her incredibly horny family members.
>>>
CHAPTER 2: PLANNING
>>>
Gwen is bent forward, her body rocking back and forth while I thrust deep down into her pussy.
“Arrrgghhh...Fuck Yes baby! Fuck this Twat!”
My cock goes deep down into her pussy and back out repeatedly. Inside, she’s so warm and tight.
My pants are down to my ankles, while Gwen’s skirt is pulled up and her panties pushed to the side. I spank her plump ass while I grip her right shoulder for support.
We are in a dark alley way behind the dive bar with just a little lamp post above us.
“Turn me around baby!!”
I pull my cock out of her and spin her around. Gwen reaches down to her breasts and yanks them out of her thin materialized dress. She doesn’t have a bra on.
I shove my dick right back into her pussy with no trouble and begin thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. I grab her breasts for support and squeeze them tight causing Gwen to grunt begging me to fuck her harder.
I felt my orgasm coming quick.
Gwen’s pussy was so warm and welcoming on this chilly night and I see her breasts dance in the moonlight. Her eyes glisten and shine in the darkness. Her mouth with a smile and gapes wide open when I shove myself deep inside of her. It’s all too much for me.
“Gwen, I’m going to cum!”
She takes her arm and pushes me back pulling my cock out of her completely.
She bends down on her knees and starts to jerk me off.
“Cum in my mouth honey!”
I immediately take over for her and grab my cock and violently jerk it. I grab her neck with my free hand and that’s when I feel myself begin to unleash my thick gooey mess into Gwen’s mouth down her throat. She takes my load swallowing each and every drop with a big gulp.
“Delicious darling!”
With that, Gwen gets up and puts down her skirt. I pull up my pants and we make our way back inside into the bar.
I met up with Gwen at this dive bar in the city. We had a few glasses of wine while we caught up with each other. Mid conversation, Gwen put her hand on my lap and rubbed my leg. She rubbed my leg until she started to touch my crotch. I stopped talking and we immediately stepped outside through the back exit near the restrooms for a quick fuck.
We came back inside to continue drinking and have our conversations as if nothing happened.
“So Luke, are you ready for the next 2300 Gathering?”
“Are you kidding?? It’s all I can think about Gwen! It’s been too long!”
Gwen smiles while continuing to sip on her Chardonnay.
“I must tell you Luke, it’s going to be a bit different. Many of my family members won’t be able to attend this month due to other obligations. I believe it’s just going to be me, my mother Lisa, Aunt Margie, and my little sister Ella.”
Hearing this, I’m a bit shocked but I’m not at all disappointed. I mean just fucking those four women alone I’ll be more than satisfied!
“That’s not a problem for me Gwen. It’ll still be a great night of fun!”
“I know, but it’s not going to be the same. We usually have at least six women at the Gathering. The more we have, the longer the Gathering lasts as all the men, even when there’s more female than male, want to fuck all the women.”
I thought about it for a little bit while I sipped on my wine and realized that Gwen was right. The way it is right now, it’s just four women and three guys including me.
Since it’s been two long months without attending any Gatherings, I want to go all out! In order to do so, we need some more people!
“Have you thought about inviting others?” I asked Gwen.
“I do have a good friend of mine, Riley. She most likely will be able to come and join us. But as far as guys, we should try to get at least one more.”
I don’t know if it was the wine that got to me or not, but I immediately think of the first guy that pops up into mind and I just blurt out:
“How bout my roommate Jacob? He’s really chill, I think he would LOVE to attend the Gathering!”
Gwen looks at me with a bizarre expression on her face. She stays silent as if in deep thought for a good moment or two.
“Huh....you think so?”
I nod, “ABSOLUTELY! He would love it! And he’s discreet so he keeps his business to himself. I’m sure it’s a fantasy of his to be able to partake in an orgy! Hell, I’m sure it’s ANY guy’s fantasy to do so!”
Once again, I see Gwen in deep thought.
“Ok...I’ll have to check him out myself and verify that I’m comfortable extending an invitation for the Gathering to him.”
I take three large swigs of my wine, finishing off my glass.
“Deal!”
Gwen and I each have a final drink and we depart the bar, heading to my hotel room to meet my roommate Jacob.
>>>
CHAPTER 3: EARNING THE INVITE
>>>
Gwen and I arrive at my hotel. We take the elevator up to my room and I unlock my door. Jacob is playing video games on his Xbox.
“Jacob, what’s good man?”
He takes a look at us and pauses his game when he sees me with Gwen.
He gets up to greet us.
“Luke! How we doing?” He greets me and extends his hand over to Gwen.
“You must be Gwen, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Luke has told me a lot about you.”
Gwen smiles. “Nice to meet you too Jacob. Hope we aren’t interrupting anything too important.”
Jacob nods it off saying he’s just chilling around and that Amy was here as well in the bathroom.
Jacob grabs a bottle of water for me and Gwen and sits down with us on the couch in our small living room space.
“What brings you two over here this late at night on a weekend? I know you both always have plans.”
Gwen clears her throat and gives me a hesitant look. I nod at her saying it’s ok to tell Jacob what we needed to say.
“So Jacob, have you ever dreamed of participating in a FANTASTIC orgy?” Gwen asked.
I practically choked on the water I was drinking. She must be tipsy as fuck or something to be so direct, so straightforward and to the point.
Jacob’s eyes widen.
“Wait…what??”
Gwen stares at him and smiles.
“You heard me.”
Jacob is clearly dumbfounded by the question but he answers.
“Uhhh...yeah? Sure. Why not?”
Gwen continues.
“I don’t mean to catch you off guard or anything but just letting you know....Luke and I are part of a secret group in a secret place where we take part in a large orgy late at night that takes place once a month. I’m formally inviting you to attend, tomorrow evening. Does this sound like something you would like to participate in?”
Jacob looks at Gwen with a very quizzical look on his face. He turns to me.
“Uhh....Luke. Is this for real? Or is she fucking with me?”
I nod. “It’s absolutely legitimate my friend. I’ve been fortunate enough to attend two of these Gatherings so far. Gwen wanted to add some new faces to the secret group and she allowed me to formally invite you...once she met you of course.
I can’t give you all the details yet due to the nature of the event but it’s very very secure. And we can’t answer too many questions until we’re actually there. So you have to be willing to come with an open mind and not ask too many questions about the where, why, when, etc. Do you understand?”
At this point, Jacob is starting to catch the reality that this is totally legitimate what we’re inviting him to.
“I trust you Luke....I’m down. I would love to participate in this orgy!” Jacob smiles and looks at the both of us.
I turn to look at Gwen who’s staring directly behind Jacob. Her eyes widen as she stares.
“ORGY?? WHAT ORGY???”
Me and Jacob turn at the same time in the direction of the bathroom, and see his girlfriend Amy standing by the door.
Amy has on tight yoga shorts with a thin pink tank top on. She’s freshly out of the shower, her cute shoulder length hair with bangs still wet. The three of us sitting down are quiet trying to figure out what to do or say.
“WELL?? What are you talking about Jacob??” Amy demands to know.
She turns to me next.
“What are you and Jacob up to Luke??”
Eventually someone speaks up. That someone being Gwen.
“You’re invited to join your boyfriend in participating in a secret orgy tomorrow night.”
Amy looks over at Gwen.
“Ummm….who the hell are you??”
Jacob finally speaks up.
“Amy, baby. This is Gwen. She is a great friend of Luke’s. They arrived not too long ago when you were in the shower. We’ve just been talking for a bit. Luke and Gwen are both involved in a phenomenal lifestyle of group sex. Luke and I being so close, he decided to ask Gwen if he could extend the invite to me. Or to us I should say.”
Amy’s facial expression changed from being upset to thinking about what Jacob just told her.
“So this orgy....is it a nice mix of guys and girls?”
Gwen smiles, “Very nice mix, you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. The girls are just as horny as the guys, maybe even hornier!”
Amy thinks about it for a few moments.
“Baby, I won’t go or do anything if you’re not comfortable with this.” Jacob tells her.
Amy stares at the floor for a bit and then looks at Gwen.
“I’m in. I’m just as curious and excited to try this as Jacob is.”
Gwen grins. “GREAT! Well Luke...it looks like this Gathering is going to have a great turn out after all!”
Jacob and I just look at each other and laugh. He has this look of excitement but also relief on his face. Things could have easily gone south REALLY fast had Amy not been thrilled with the idea of joining an orgy...or the fact that her boyfriend was planning on attending with or without her!
Gwen gets up to formally introduce herself to Amy.
We all chat for a few minutes getting to know each other.
As if things couldn’t get any more tense and awkward after the last half hour or so, Gwen speaks up.
“Do you guys have any wine or anything to drink? We all need to have one for what I’m about to say.”
We all look at Gwen and we’re silent not knowing what she’s talking about.
I get up to grab a bottle of red wine from our kitchenette area and I bring some glassware for all of us.
“What do you need to say Gwen?” Jacob asks as I pour each of us a glass.
Once I sit down and join the rest of them on the couch, Gwen tells us what she means.
“So....both of your invites are contingent on something Amy must do. And you must watch,” Gwen says to Jacob pointing at him.
Amy and Jacob stare at each other and then look to me to see if I know what Gwen is talking about. I honestly had no clue but I knew I was going to go along with whatever Gwen had to say. After all, she did allow me to invite Jacob to attend the 2300 Gathering.
“What do you need me to do Gwen?” Amy asked confused.
Gwen takes a look at the both of them and then stares at me. She then takes a really lengthy sip of wine out of her glass before continuing.
“Jacob and Amy...you’re both invited to attend a secret orgy. But due to the nature of the event and how discreet I am when it comes down to it, I don’t just trust and invite anyone. Luke here has vouched for you. But I need more than that. I need to know that I can trust you both and know that you’ll both actually be comfortable with the nature and reality of an orgy. You’re both dating each other. You’ll both be fucking other people at the orgy. There’s no secret there. But I need to see that you’ll both actually be comfortable with the fact that you’ll be engaging in sexual activities with other people.”
Jacob and Amy both look at me to see if I know what Gwen is going to ask of them. I give them a shrug.
“Gwen...what do you need from us?” Jacob asks.
After another sip of wine, Gwen gets to the point.
“Luke is going to fuck your girl Jacob. And you’re going to watch.”
Amy and Jacob look at Gwen surprised.
I should‘ve seen this coming to be honest. I kind of had a feeling I was going to fuck Amy at some point once she said she wanted to participate in the Gathering.
“Are you serious?” Jacob asks.
Gwen just nods while sipping more wine.
I look at Amy, we stare at each other.
“Luke...did you plan this?” Jacob looks at me.
“I swear to God Jacob I had no idea this was going to happen.”
Gwen looks at the two of them.
“So....what are we going to do?”
Amy and Jacob stare at each other and surprisingly, just shrug.
“Alright, you’re right Gwen. It’s an orgy.
It’ll be good practice for the both of us, when it comes to the fact that neither of us never have had sex with multiple people or with others watching.” Jacob replies.
“Great attitude! Luke go get yourself cleaned up for Amy. Probably still smell like my pussy down there.”
Amy looks at Gwen.
“We had sex behind a bar just before we got here.” Gwen states.
Amy once again just shrugs it off.
I go to the bathroom quickly to take a quick shower and step back out into the living room area. I’m wearing just a towel.
Gwen and Jacob are both seated on the side of his bed, while Amy lies down on my bed staring at me.
I take a good look at Amy from head to toe. Her hair is still slightly wet. She’s so cute. Her squinty hazel eyes looking at me eyeing my body up and down. Her small but perky breasts peaking through her tank top. I can tell she’s actually horny right now, her nipples are really hard pressed against the fabric of her pink top.
I get closer to the bed, and she spreads her legs just enough for me to look down at her crotch to see a wet spot.
I feel my cock harden underneath my towel.
Amy stares at my bulge waiting to see my magic stick.
Before I pull my towel all the way down, I look over at Jacob. He stares at Amy and then at me. From the looks of it, he’s turned on too as he has a very visible erection through this jogging pants.
Gwen stares at me and winks giving me a dirty smirk.
“Jacob....are you sure you’re ok with this?”
He stares at Amy who’s teasing him giving him seductive stares while rubbing her hands down her breasts and body.
“Luke....I can’t believe what I’m about to witness, but it’ll all be worth it tomorrow night. And I can’t BELIEVE I’m going to admit this....I can’t wait to watch you fuck my girl! You better give it to her GOOD!”
Amy moaned as Jacob said that last part.
“Luke....give it to me! Show me that big dick of yours!” Amy begins to rub her clit as she stares at my cock. She puts a finger into her mouth tasting it all seductively.
Without further ado, I unwrap my towel with a swift motion, dropping it to the floor. My cock stands up at complete attention, so hard it actually hurts!
Amy just gasps. She immediately turns her body bringing herself forward towards me. She looks at me from her point of view at the base of my cock, and licks her lips. Amy begins to lick my dick side to side from the shaft to my balls. She then grabs it and slowly puts my magic stick into her warm and inviting mouth.
“Hmmmm.....so yummmy,” she exclaims as she begins to slowly push my cock further down into her mouth and into her throat. She reaches around me and grabs my ass to push me closer to her, taking as much of my cock down her throat as possible. Amy is amazing! She leaves me in this position for a good moment or so before coughing my cock out of her mouth spitting out a mix of my precum and her saliva.
I turn to look at Jacob who has his pants slightly down enough for him to reach into his underwear and jerk himself off. Jacob has an average sized cock. He’s fairly thick though. I think it’s fair to say he likes what he sees.
Gwen stares at us as if she were just watching a porno online while sipping her wine.
Amy continues the pattern of licking me, deep throat, and spitting me out. She then begins to suck me off at a rapid pace giving me a hand job at the same time. What she does next, drives me fucking crazy! She takes her tongue and flicks it underneath my ball sack and down to the area between my sack and asshole. She uses one finger to rub the tip of my dick while doing so, tickling me.
“Oh SHIT LUKE! Don’t let my girl do that little trick of hers for too long or you’ll blow your load too fast! Trust me, I know!” Jacob tells me as he continues to stroke his cock.
As soon as he tells me this, I pull Amy off of me. I yank off her tank top exposing her small breasts with her enlarged harden nipples. How beautiful they are!
Amy looks up at me and I lower myself to her level on the bed. I reach in and kiss her, deep. Our tongues play with each other as I grab her breasts pinching them. Amy groans enjoying the painful yet satisfying sensation of my hands on her sensitive nipples.
I break our kiss and immediately turn her around. I pull off her yoga shorts exposing her complete naked pussy lips, cute asshole and nice plump and thick butt!
Amy was completely shaven and smelled so fresh. I immediately pull her ass to my face and begin to eat her pussy from behind. Amy is completely face down crying with pleasure into my pillow as I spread her vaginal folds with both hands shoving my tongue as deep as I can into her snatch. I rub my hands up and down her asscheeks. I then spread Amy’s cheeks as wide as I can while I circle my tongue all around and inside her pussy.
Taking a finger, I rub it on her wet pussy lips to lubricate it. I slowly rub my finger around her tight asshole, slowly pushing it in.
Amy starts to scream into my pillow and squirm her body as I probe her asshole with my finger.
Amy breathes heavily trying to catch her breath from the sexual excitement.
I lean forward and pull her upward as she gasps for air.
“Tell me what you want inside of you Amy!”
“Luke......I want you....INSIDE ME! I want your BIG DICK IN ME! FUCK ME LUKE!!”
I take my lubricated cock from Amy’s saliva and immediately slide myself all the way into Amy. I’m deep inside her warm and and cozy pussy.
“FUCK! OH FUCK YOU’RE SO BIG! FUCK ME LUKE!!” Amy begs of me to fuck her while I slowly pull out away from her, then thrust right back into her. Slowly pull out, and deep thrusts back into her pussy.
As I start to pick up the pace, I grab Amy by her waist and bring her closer to me on the edge of the bed. I spank her thick juicy ass as I shove my cock in and out of Amy.
Jacob rubs his cock rapidly looking like he can bust a nut at any moment. Gwen continues to sip her wine watching me fuck Amy.
“You better fuck me like that tomorrow Luke!”
I wink at her as I continue to pound Amy’s pussy.
“Oh...OHHHH...FUCK I’M CUMMING LUKE!!” Amy screams as I slow down and pull out giving her time to recover.
I watch Amy lay down catching her breathe with her ass upright facing me.
I see her cute butthole staring at me and I just want to ram my cock up her ass.
“You take dick up your ass Amy?”
Amy immediately turns to me.
“No Luke, I don’t think I can handle it. You’re too big!”
Jacob stops jerking himself and looks at me.
“Anything but anal Luke. That’s only between us, if you can respect that.”
I give him a nod. I look at Amy.
“Ride me.”
I lay down on my bed and Amy gets on top of me.
She tries to insert my cock into her pussy with her arm behind her. I take over and grab my cock from behind her and insert myself back inside Amy’s tight cunt.
“Oh FUCK YES! FUCK YES! Fuck me!! Ohhhhh LUUUUUUKE!!”
I spank Amy’s ass as hard as I can while I use my hips to bounce up and down deep as can be into her. I reach for her breasts and pinch her nipples.
Amy cries with pain as I continue to thrust in and out of her pussy aggressively.
“AHHHH FUCK!!!! OHHHH WOWW!!!”
Jacob just came and jerks himself off to the sight of me being aggressive with his girl. I feel the rush of my orgasm cumming really soon. I really want to cum deep inside of Amy.
“Amy...I’m going to cum soon!”
Through the audio of my spankings and my cock clapping her asscheeks loudly, I can barely hear Amy begging me to cum deep inside her.
It’s too much for me to handle and I immediately stop thrusting, and I push Amy off. I get up and pick up Amy and push her to Jacob’s bed. She lands on her back on the edge of the bed right in between Gwen and Jacob.
Both of them stare at me surprisingly. Jacob already put his pants all the way back on.
“I’m going to cum inside you Amy, right in front of your boyfriend!”
I spread her legs wide open and grab my cock. I shove myself deep back into Amy and thrust in and out of her wildly, shaking the whole bed with all of us on it.
Jacob just stares at me in disbelief but is clearly aroused by my actions.
“OH FUCK LUKE! CUM INSIDE ME BABY!! FUCKING CUM DEEP IN ME!!!”
I can’t take it anymore. I stare at Amy’s cute little face when the first eruption hits. Amy’s eyes and mouth open wide as we both scream in unison both of us in the heat of the moment.
“FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!! Oh SHIT!!! That’s soooooo muuuuuchhhh!!! I’m cumming again LUKE!!!!” Amy screams gasping for air.
I continue to thrust slowly in and out of Amy ensuring my seed stays in her.
Once through, I pull out completely and fall backwards onto my bed. Oh my God! I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm this powerful in a long time!
Gwen begins to clap.
“Congrats to you Amy and Jacob. You’ve passed my test! And you’re both welcomed to the 2300 Gathering tomorrow night!”
Amy gets up, her body shaking and sweaty from the rough sex.
“The what?” Jacob asks.
Gwen smiles and gives Jacob a card. It has the London Tower Bridge on the card with an invite to the party tomorrow night. Much like the card I first received from Gwen months ago when we got off the plane when I first arrived in London.
The card has bright letters on the center indicating the time to be on the bridge tomorrow night. Gwen gives another card to Amy.
“Ok, so you both will be with Luke. He’ll take you to our meeting point where I’ll meet you on the center of the bridge. We will catch a ride from there to our secret location for the 2300 Gathering. That’s what we call the event. You’ll know why it’s called that later on, so please don’t ask any questions. You both passed the test and you’re welcome to come join us, that’s what matters.” Gwen explains this to Jacob and Amy while I wash myself up once again.
I come back out of the bathroom to see Amy standing at the door.
“I have to take another shower,” she says with a giggle.
I smile, “This was fun....can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings us.”
Amy gives me a flirtatious smile walking into the bathroom behind me.
“I’m looking forward to it all....especially that cock of yours back inside me....just don’t tell Jacob that.”
I walk back to the living room area. Gwen has her purse ready and is standing up.
“Ready to go back to our hotel?” I nod at her.
I look at Jacob. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening. I’ll pick you and Amy up and we’ll head over to the bridge. Sound like a plan?” Jacob smiles and gives me a fist pump. “I’ll see ya then.”
>>>
CHAPTER 4: THE BRIDGE
>>>
The evening came by fast. Gwen left early in the afternoon after we checked out of our hotel suite. She had to go prepare for tonight’s Gathering. I had to grab some lunch and run a couple errands. I texted Jacob and Amy asking if they were ready to head out. Jacob replied back to me saying they were. I went back to our room to pick them up and head on over to the bridge.
Traffic was light this evening. The cab dropped us off at the entrance to the bridge. Jacob, Amy, and I made our way to the walkway and walked towards the center of the Tower Bridge.
Gwen was waiting for us, just as she was for me the first time I attended the 2300 Gathering.
“You all look lovely this evening.”
Amy and Jacob thanked Gwen for the compliment as I walked up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss.
I remembered the first time I went, Gwen’s entire family were wearing formal attire while I was the only one dressed more casual. The females wore white button-up shirts with short black skirts and panty hose. The males wore silver suits with navy blue ties and white shirts.
I wore the same suit as the males, thanks to Gwen buying me a suit allowing me to fit right in with her family. Amy’s outfit was exactly just like the female attire for the Gathering making her fit right in with the rest of the female relatives. Jacob on the other hand just had a navy blue suit, white shirt, and a blue bow tie. He still looked formal in his own way.
Gwen had on her attire.
“Our driver will be here momentarily.”
We all waited in silence staring at the city lights and at the traffic on the bridge.
Just minutes later, the familiar sight of a dark SUV pulls over with the hazard lights near us. Gwen escorts the four of us to the vehicle. She opens up the back door.
“Hello Charles, you know the drill. Please take us to the 2300 Gathering.”
“Yes madam,” Charles says with a heavy British accent.
Jacob, Amy, and I all climb into the back of the vehicle while Gwen gets into the front.
Amy and Jacob stare around the interior of our ride as we make our way to the Edwards Estates. The back seats of the SUV are facing the rear of the vehicle. The side windows are blocked not allowing us to get a view of anything.
“Luke you know what you need to do. Please pass these out to our guests.”
Gwen tells me this as she hands me three blindfolds.
I take them and hand them over to Jacob and Amy.
“Alright guys, this is the part where I need you to trust me. Trust us. This is a secret party and must be kept that way, so one of the things we need to do to keep it that way is to blindfold ourselves and give our cellphones over to Gwen. We cannot know where we are headed for privacy concerns.”
Jacob and Amy both give me a funny look but comply with what I said. After handing me their devices, I give them to Gwen and then hand her my phone. She smiles and kisses me before taking my blindfold and putting it on me.
“See ya in a little while.”
About 45 minutes later, Charles makes a turn onto the familiar gravel road as we make our way uphill towards the Edwards Estates. Once we reach the top of the hill, the SUV stops. Charles makes his way around the vehicle and opens the door for the three of us in the back.
“You may all take off your blindfolds,” Gwen says.
We all get out of the vehicle and stand at the main entrance to Gwen’s family vacation home. Or should I say castle. Jacob and Amy are wide eyed staring at the monstrous structure before their eyes.
“This is your home??” Jacob asks.
Gwen laughs. “This is my family’s vacation home. As you can see, we’re well off.
Gwen thanks Charles for the ride as he gets back into the SUV and departs.
We follow her to the grand entrance door and make our way inside.
>>>
CHAPTER 5: DINNER, FAMILY & INTRO
>>>
The three of us and Gwen walk down the long hallway to the dining hall to meet her family. We walk through the GINORMOUS living room. Jacob and Amy are shocked to see the sight of a bunch of bean bags on the floor, chairs and couches set all around randomly, and a big table set up with refreshments. Across from the refreshments table is another table loaded with a vast variety of sex toys, individual bottles of lube, etc. Gwen stops us in the living room and looks at Jacob and Amy.
“Ok. You’ve both made it this far. Now that you’re here, it’s time for me to explain to you the ‘2300 Gatherings.’”
I stand back and watch as Gwen explains to the both of them what they were going to be participating in tonight.
“The ‘2300 Gathering’ is a monthly orgy that my EXTREMELY kinky family hosts. We always commence the Gathering at 2300, or 11PM. It’s been a tradition running in my family for years.
For the very reason of this gathering being quite ‘controversial’ according to society, there are several security measures that are put into place, when anyone from the family extends the invitation to a guest. Tonight, you’ll BOTH be lucky guests and get to meet and fuck as many members of my family as you want! You’ll also meet my special friend Riley, who’ll be joining the fun tonight.”
Amy and Jacob surprisingly aren’t as shocked as I thought they’d be.
“Jacob and I are here to enjoy ourselves and expand our sexual horizons. We aren’t too surprised at all that this orgy is hosted by your family, because of all the security measures taken for us to come.” Amy tells Gwen.
“Great! Let’s go have dinner and meet the family!” Gwen leads the way to the grand dining hall.
The four of us make our way over to the dining hall where Gwen’s family and an unfamiliar face are all enjoying themselves by the open bar.
“Your family has a full open bar in the dining room?? This is the best house I’ve ever been to!” Jacob says really excited.
Attending tonight’s Gathering are Lisa, Fred, Margie, Roger, and Ella as far as Gwen’s family. Lisa is Gwen’s mother.
Fred is Gwen’s uncle (her father’s brother). Margie is Gwen’s Aunt (her mother’s sister). Roger is Gwen’s cousin, Uncle Fred’s son. And of course, there’s cute and petite little Ella, Gwen’s young sister.
The unfamiliar face must be Gwen’s friend Riley. I’ve never met or seen her before. She must be special if Gwen were to invite her over for the Gathering without the added security protocols.
“Hello mum! Hello family!” Gwen shouts as we make our way over to the bar area.
Her family greets each of us. Jacob and Amy introduce themselves as I make my way over to Gwen’s mom Lisa.
“We meet again Lisa,” I tell her as I give her a nice big hug.
She laughs, “Welcome back Luke! We’ve missed you!” I felt another set of hands behind me.
“I’ve missed that big fat wanker of yours!”
Aunt Margie stood behind me with a glass of wine in her hand, her arms wide open waiting for her hug.”
“I’ve missed that sex body of yours Margie, get ready for tonight!”
Margie gives me a tight hug and kisses me on the lips. We kiss for a few moments, as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I taste the delicious red wine in her mouth.
I say my hellos to cousin Roger, Uncle Fred, and of course Gwen’s little sister Ella.
Jacob comes up to me looking at Ella.
“Bro! She’s so cute! How old is she??”
I look at him with a dirty smile.
“She’s old enough to know what she wants. Age is just a number. But let me tell you, Ella may look sweet and innocent but she takes dick in any of her holes like a champ!”
Jacob rubs his hands together with a sly smile on his face.
“Well then....I can’t wait to have her to myself tonight.”
“You won’t regret it!” I tell him.
Looking around, I see everyone engaged in conversation.
“So....what’s your name good looking?”
I turn to my side and see Gwen’s friend Riley standing there. She has a glass of wine in her hand with her other extended toward me to shake. I take her hand and kiss it.
“My name is Luke. And who might you be?”
She smiles while talking a quick sip of her drink.
“My name is Riley Carlton. You can just call me Riley...or Rye for short.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Riley.”
I take a good look at her from head to toe as I sip on my wine.
Riley has short Blonde hair, green eyes, and has lush, detailed makeup. She has on extensions for eye lashes, and cherry red lipstick and matching eyeshadow. Her eyeliner is on point and has a wonderful pattern from her eyelash to the tips of her brows.
Riley’s breasts are medium sized, firm and round. She has plenty of cleavage showing making her breasts look amazing, so circular and plump. I can tell they’re perky. Her ass is nice and thick. Just the perfect size.
Riley has a nice square jaw and nice figured body. There’s something different about Riley that makes her unique.
I look at her small but barely noticeable Adam’s Apple and realize what made Riley so special and unique from all the other females here at the Gathering.
I’m standing before a beautiful shemale. Riley has transitioned very well. And I’m looking forward to seeing what comes tonight between the both of us.
After some time of talking with everyone, the sound of glass clinking with silverware fills the dining hall.
“Attention ladies and gentlemen! It’s time to sit down for dinner. We have 45 minutes til 2300 hours!” Lisa shouts out loud to the rest of us with a fork and wine glass in her hand.
She’s right. I look down at my watch.
“2215.”
Everyone makes their way over to the dining table. Our meal is served once we’re all seated by hired chefs. Tonight’s late supper is beef brisket with loaded baked potatoes and fresh salad and macaroni & cheese.
Jacob and Amy are enjoying themselves eating plenty of food, engaging in conversations with Ella and Roger.
I’m glad they’re eating well, they’re gonna need some serious energy tonight after the amount of calories all of us will burn.
We all enjoy our meals as the chefs come out and serve us desert next.
I sit talking to Gwen and Riley while we eat, as I try to kill time desperate for 2300 to cum!
Ten minutes prior to 2300 hours, Lisa stands up and clinks her glass once again to get everyone’s attention.
“Attention all! The moment we’ve all been waiting for is near...just wanted to say a couple of things, as we do have a few new lovely guests with us tonight.
First off...welcome to our Gathering tonight Riley, Jacob, and Amy! It’s a pleasure to have you join us on our evening of laughs, celebration, and debauchery!”
Everyone at the table claps and cheers, including me.
“And of course, it’s always a pleasure and honor to have Luke with us! Welcome back Luke!“
More cheers and applause.
“As most of us know the rules and how the ‘2300 Gathering’ starts, I just want to clarify what we have planned tonight.
So....for our men here, when I dismiss you all, you’re to disrobe of all clothing and grab your pills and get yourselves properly lubricated for tonight. You all will line up in the West side of the living room for the countdown.
Once our men are dismissed, all our women are to disrobe, get properly lubricated, and line up on the East side of the living room.
There will be plenty of refreshments and entertainment to keep us all going all night long!
For our men, enjoy yourselves, but make sure to save up ALL your energy for the finale as this evening I will have the honor of being the VIP!”
All the men in the room, including myself clap. My first Gathering, Aunt Margie had the honors of being the VIP.
“What’s the VIP?” Amy whispers to me, sitting next to me.
I whisper back that she’ll find out later. Gwen’s mom Lisa continues.
“Right now it is 8 till 2300! Before I dismiss everyone, I’d like to say to all, especially to our honored guests, Have Fun, drink plenty of water, and Happy 2300!”
“HAPPY 2300!!” Everybody shouted, and cheered.
“To our men, you all are dismissed!” Lisa exclaims.
Tonight’s Gathering has four men and six women. Jacob, Fred, Roger, and I disrobe in our corner of the living room.
The living room is set with the blue mood lighting, chairs, couches,and bean bags scattered randomly throughout the room. The dark curtains block any visibility from outside and the front door is locked with deadbolts.
We all put our clothing in our separate cubbies.
Just in time, three butlers come our way carrying silver trays. The first butler brings us our individual bottles of lube. After all of us put on a generous amount on our cocks and crotches, the next butler comes through. He passes out individual small containers with the green and blue pill. After we each get our pill, Jacob leans over to me. “What’s this, Viagra?”
“It’s an advanced form of Viagra which will give you a CRAZY sex drive and allows you to have MANY orgasms within a short amount of time. Makes you cum a lot too each and every orgasm.”
Jacob shakes his head impressed.
“Really doesn’t sound legal.”
I grin. “Cause it’s not. Just swallow it and enjoy the immediate effects.”
The last butler comes by and passes to each of us small bottles of water to swallow the pills.
All of us drink water swallowing down the pill. Immediately, my cock comes to life and expands becoming rock solid!
I look across at the other guys and they’re all the same. Jacob stares at his cock with his mouth wide open.
“Luke...I feel so...Alive! And ready to fuck!! I’m so Horny!!”
Roger, Fred, and I laugh seeing how amazed he is with the effects of the magic pill.
All four of us guys line up in a horizontal line waiting for the ladies to enter.
Just then, the ladies enter through the opposite entry into the living room and line up in a horizontal line. I stare at the six beautiful ladies across the room. I pay close attention to Amy and Riley. Amy has her hair tied in a pony tail. Her breasts and her pussy are shiny with fresh coats of lube. Riley’s breasts also glisten with lube. I look down at her crotch and see a small, completely shaven penis. It was completely erect. I suddenly wanted her so bad. I knew I couldn’t fuck her first. I want to save her for myself towards the end. I look over to Aunt Margie. She’s such a gorgeous BBW. Her fat clit and large sagged breasts were calling my name. Margie’s eyes are glued to mine and right then and there, I knew who I was going to chase down as soon as the 2300 Gathering was to start.
All the conversations in the room die down and everyone becomes completely still and quiet as we are down to the final minute before 2300 hours.
An automated voice projects from the ceiling and starts to talk:
“Ladies and Gentleman...the time has come for the commencement of the ‘2300 Gathering.’ Please remember that consent is mandatory, always stay hydrated, and of course...have a Happy 2300!”
“Let the 2300 Gathering commence in....
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1........”
An air horn sounds once the countdown ends. All the men and women run towards each other. I run straight for Aunt Margie.
As soon as our bodies collide, we topple over and my night of debauchery and fun begins.
>>>
CHAPTER 6: MARGIE & LISA
>>>
Aunt Margie and I are tongued locked. I fondle her massive breasts with my hands as I try to shove my tongue down her throat. She releases me from our lustful kiss.
“Miss me?” I smile and grab her neck bringing her face close to mine.
“Absolutely......you’re mine tonight bitch!”
I slap Aunt Margie across the face hard.
She just moans, asking me what can she do for me.
“Suck my fat cock, you fat whore!!”
Immediately, Margie obeys my command.
I push her to her knees and stand to her face. Margie opens her mouth, and I immediately shove my cock to the back of her throat.
I look around me seeing what everyone is up to. Jacob wasted no time as he’s behind Gwen’s mom Lisa pounding her pussy from behind. Amy is sucking off cousin Roger. Ella and Riley are together on a beanbag. Ella is on top of Riley riding her cock. Both of them moan together clearly enjoying the moment. Gwen has her Uncle Fred’s dick in her mouth as he fingers her pussy from behind.
I look down at Margie almost forgetting that I have my cock down her throat and my hands wrapped around her head not letting her go. Her face was bright red turning purple by the time I released my tight grip from the back of her head.
Margie coughs spitting out saliva and gasping for breath.
“Was that too much bitch??”
She looks up at me, her face sweaty, tears running down her face, and makeup running. Margie smiles.
“Bring it on!”
I shove my cock right back down Margie’s throat, repeatedly. I only pull myself out of her mouth when I see she’s desperate for air in her lungs. Margie then proceeds to cup my balls with her left hand while jerking my shaft with her right. She licks my tip in a circular motion while doing so.
“Keep doing that, FUCK that feels amazing!”
I’m enjoying Margie’s licking and stroking of my cock. She then proceeds to suck me off, my cock going in and out of her mouth. That familiar feeling of having to cum is starting to increase with her oral skills. Margie looks up into my eyes and can see that I’m getting close too. She gets up and grabs my hand.
“Come fuck me on the couch!”
Margie takes me to a couch just a few feet away and throws me down. She turns herself around giving me a fantastic view of her phat juicy ass! Margie turns her head to the side giving me a side glance with a smile on her face. She wiggles and jiggles her ass in my face bending over slightly so I get a nice view of her pussy.
“You like what you see Lukey?”
I grab her asscheeks in response and wiggle them. I spread her cheeks wide open giving me the perfect view of her pussy and enlarged butthole.
I spit into her pussy a few times and take my hand to spread my saliva all around her vaginal folds. Margie grunts while I do so. Wanting to be inside her already I grab my cock.
“Sit down on my cock you sexy bitch!”
Margie opens her ass cheeks spreading her pussy wide open and sits down on my rod. Margie has no problem sitting down completely on my lap, taking in all eight inches of my thick cock.
“Awwwww....FUCK! You’re so big!! It feels soooooo GOOOOOD! Fuck me Luke!”
I lean back on the couch as Aunt Margie picks up her pace bouncing up and down on my rod. Each time she falls back down onto my lap, her warm snatch engulfs the entirety of my fat cock.
“YES! Keep bouncing you FAT WHORE! Take that dick!”
Margie just moans as she places her hands on the sides of my legs to control her balance.
I look around as Aunt Margie bounces on top of me. Cousin Roger has Amy seated on a barstool. With her ass over the edge of the stool, he fucks her pussy hard from behind as she’s crying out begging for more. Roger has Amy leaning down with his hand on her right shoulder. She uses her arms to lean against a wall for balance. It felt surreal seeing my good friend’s girlfriend getting nailed by a complete stranger to her.
Jacob has Lisa riding on top on a beanbag. He grabs on to Lisa’s neck violently choking her as he spanks her ass hard turning her cheeks bright red. She loves every second of it.
Ella and Riley are on the floor. Riley has her legs wide open in the air as little Ella strokes her cock with her tongue engulfed completely inside Riley’s tight asshole.
Uncle Fred has Gwen against a wall fucking her pussy from behind.
Aunt Margie stops bouncing on me. She slowly stands up and faces me.
“Your turn. I want you to do the work and fuck this pussy darling.”
I stand up, give her a smirk.
“Say no more you fat whore.”
I shove Marge hard back into the couch.
I grab a pillow and place it on the floor for my knee. I grab Margie’s tree trunks she calls legs and raise them high, spreading them wide open giving me easy access to her cunt. I spit a couple times down her twat. I stand a little bit holding on to her legs for support. I use my hips to help me navigate my thick member to her pussy lips. As my cock makes contact, my tip slowly finds her entrance and expands it wide enough for me to slide all the way in.
“Awwwww....yeahhhh! You’re so deep in there! FUCK!!”
As my cock settles deep inside of Margie, her warm and slippery pussy starts to throb. She is so turned on right now. And very much near to her first orgasm of the night. I take my left knee and kneel onto the pillow for a nice cushion as my right knee is upright in a bent position. I have Margie’s thick legs over my shoulders. I grab hold of her ankles with my hands as I let my hips do all the work. I begin to thrust in and out of Margie. She breathes heavily as I do so very slowly. I then begin to sharply thrust deep into Aunt Margie’s pussy. I thrust out slowly and then slam myself deep down into her as I can. Each time I do so, Margie yelps begging for more. Her massive breasts squirm with every sharp slam, her fat belly jiggles like jelly.
“AW!! JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAT!! RIGHT THERE LUKE! I AM GOING TO CUM!!”
When I hear her say this, I release my grip from her legs and place them down. I stand up and bend my knees over so my cock stays inside of her. I grab Aunt Margie by her sides, and grab easily onto her fat rolls. I squeeze them as I accelerate my pace in and out of her cunt.
Margie begs me to fuck her harder, as her tits bounce swaying side to side.
I grunt as I feel my orgasm approaching. I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to last awhile. If Aunt Margie has an orgasm first then I will pull out and make myself last longer.
“FUCK LUKE!! I’m going to cuhh...cuhhh....FUCK!!! I’m CUMMING!!!!”
I slow my pace and reach for Margie’s pussy. I easily insert two fingers deep inside as I rapidly finger her.
As Margie violently squirts making a mess all over my crotch and chest area, I hear another scream. I turn and see Amy yelling aloud as she hits an orgasm. Roger is behind her, violently shoving his cock in and out of her cunt. Amy is on all fours as Roger stands behind her with his knees bent. He grunts like a wild animal as he hits his orgasm.
Jacob has Gwen’s mom Lisa on a couch lying flat on her stomach. He is on top of her with both hands clenched on to her ass spreading her cheeks wide open. Jacob thrusts slowly in and out of Lisa’s asshole. From the looks of it, Lisa is in Heaven as her eyes are practically rolled to the back of her head while she takes every inch of Jacob’s rod up her bum.
Gwen is on her fours as well, getting fucked from behind by Riley. Ella stands over Gwen’s body tongue locked with Riley as she plays with her firm and round breasts. Uncle Fred is already on his first break drinking some water by the refreshments table.
Aunt Margie gasps for air. I feel her pussy throbbing as I pull out.
“Are you satisfied you Fat cunt?”
Margie laughs aloud as she begins to rub her breasts.
“Oh yes dearie! BUT....you haven’t fucked this ass yet. I want that wanker deep inside my bum!”
I stand up and look at Margie with a dirty smile.
“Hmm....I think your bum needs a little something more than just my cock.”
Aunt Margie sits upright.
“I like the sound of that! What do you have in mind Luke?”
I don’t even answer. I walk to the table full of sex toys and lube and grab a bottle. I make my way back to Margie.
If she wants some anal action, I’ve give it to her.
Just a few short minutes go by. The living room is filled with the sounds of our debauchery. The screams of orgasms approaching, the pounding of flesh as vaginas and asses are getting torn, the echoing sounds of faces being slapped and men commanding women to obey their every lustful demand. And then of course, the sound of Aunt Margie screaming and crying muffled and blocked by Uncle Fred’s cock deep down her throat. I am wrist deep up Margie’s ass.
As I feel Margie’s tight ass wrapped around my entire hand, I look to my left and see Amy with Gwen. The two of them are on a sofa in a 69 position. I stared enjoying the sight, this being my first time seeing Amy engaged with another female.
Jacob finally has his time alone with petite and young Ella. He sits down facing forward on a beanbag while Ella rides him facing forward as well. Jacob has complete control over her as he has his hands gripped onto her thin hips. He raises her body up and down on his cock as she begs him for more. DAMN that sweet innocent looking girl is a dirty little slut!!
Cousin Roger now has Riley on top of the barstool. With his lubed up cock he slowly pushes himself up her tight ass. Riley has one arm leaned against the wall while jerking her small erect penis with the other. She has a high pitched voice as she moans enjoying every second of it. Lisa makes her way over to Gwen and Amy. She interrupts their 69 and advises both of them to stand up and get on the floor on their fours. Gwen is front of Amy while Lisa gets behind Amy. Pretty soon, they have a full on oral train going as Gwen enjoys every second of Amy eating her from behind. Lisa grabs hold of Amy’s small breasts from underneath her as she digs deep into Amy’s snatch. It’s a miracle that I have not yet cum considering everything going on around me.
After Aunt Margie requested an ass fucking, I came up with the brilliant idea of grabbing some lube and coming back to her. I waved Uncle Fred over to us. I commanded her to suck his cock while I took the bottle of lube and splattered a lot of it all over my right hand and down my wrist. I then squirted some around her anus and began to finger her tight pecker with my thumb.
“Awww yesss! That’s what I need Luke!!”
I continued to finger Margie’s asshole while I began to add extra fingers, expanding her star shaped pecker, as it began to gape.
“You like that?”
“Hmmm...yes dearie!!” Margie told me as she wrapped her mouth around Fred’s cock.
Once I was able to shove all my fingers up her ass, I grabbed more lube and squirted as much as I could deep into her ass and more around my right hand. That’s when I told Margie what my intentions were.
“Prepare to feel the wrath of my entire FUCKING HAND up your FAT ASS!!!”
Fred’s dick popped right out of her mouth as she turned her head over to me.
“OH MY!!! BE GENTLE DEARIE!”
With a smile on my face, I lie to Aunt Margie. “Oh...I will. Just relax.”
And all hell broke loose.
Everyone stops what they’re doing as Margie screams aloud.
“AHHH!!!!!!! OHHHHH MY GOD!!!!!!!”
As soon as all my fingers thrusted Margie’s bum hole, I began to shove my entire hand deep into her bowels. I made it about wrist deep when Margie took Fred’s cock out of her mouth and screamed in pain.
I didn’t care. Neither did Fred.
“Shove your cock down this fat whore’s throat!”
Fred immediately shoved his cock down her throat as Margie’s body began to shake tremendously trying to accept my hand deep inside her bowels.
Everyone else continued on like nothing happened.
Once Margie’s face began to turn purple, Fred released his tight grip from her.
Margie turned to me, tears running heavily down her face. She was beat red as she gasped for air.
“Luke....dearie. I was COMPLETELY not expecting that!! At first, the pain was too much to take.....but now........I want you to fist me! Fist my fat ass! Make me your DIRTY BITCH!!”
She then turns to Fred.
“Fred dear, Luke will take over from here. You come fuck this gaping asshole once Lukey here has satisfied me.”
Uncle Fred nods and makes his way over to Amy.
“Time for me to fuck some Asian pussy!”
I slowly remove my hand from Margie’s now completely gaped asshole.
“Luke baby would you be so kind and get me a vibrator from the table?”
I honor the fat bitch’s request and grab her a large pink vibrator.
I come back and hand it over to Margie, who then powers it on. She then leans over the couch and puts her ass high up in the air giving me easy access to fist her. Margie takes the vibrator and slips it between her legs.
“Awwwww yes!!! That’s the spot!! This’ll have me making a nice wet mess all over this couch in NO TIME!! Now....FIST ME! FIST MY FAT JUICY ASSHOLE!!!”
I grab some more lube and rub it all over my right hand. Margie starts to push her bum out making her pecker nice and wide for me to stick my hand in.
I place all my fingers together as I then take them and shove them deep into her backdoor.
Margie yelps and takes deep breaths as my hand is swallowed up by her tight asshole.
I can feel the intensity of her vibrator on full blast as my hand relaxes deep inside her warm and tight bum. I then grab her by the hair with my left hand as I take my time pulling my hand out of her gaped hole. I push my hand back harder into Margie’s bum as her sphincter expands taking the entirety of my hand up to my wrist.
Aunt Margie shakes her fat ass up in the air moving it up and down, left and right.
The intensity of the vibrator and the thrusts of my right hand in a push and pull motion is overwhelming for her.
“LUKE!!!! THIS....ERRHHHH....FUCK!!!! THIS HURTS....SOOOO GOOOD!!!! DON’T STOP!! I’M ALMOST THERE!!!!!”
I continue to yank on Margie’s hair while I fist her.
Looking around, I now see Uncle Fred on the couch with Amy. He has her lying on her back while he’s on top of her thrusting deep into her pussy, holding tightly on to her hips. Amy’s eyes are wide open as she stares at the ceiling begging for him to fuck her deeper. Jacob has little Ella bent over the bean bag as he plows her ass from behind her. He has his hand shoved down on her cute innocent face as she begs him for more. At this point, Gwen and Riley are together. Gwen sits on top of Riley’s lady dick and rides her on the other side of the couch that Uncle Fred and Amy are at. Cousin Roger has Lisa on her fours while he fucks her from behind. Lisa now has a shiny anal plug up her ass as he fucks her on the floor.
Aunt Margie at this point shakes her ass not able to take my fisting any longer.
“I’M CUMMING MY DEAR!!!!”
Margie continues to cry out as I slowly shove my hand one last time as deep as I can up her warm and tight anus. I felt her rectal walls squeeze my hand and wrist as Margie tosses the pink vibrator off to the side as she climaxes. She rubs her pussy with her hand underneath her as she squirts tremendously gushing onto the couch.
Margie’s body continues to shake and convulse as her orgasm shows no sign of stopping just yet. She screams each time a wave of pleasure hits. With each wave comes a wet and messy faucet squirting all over the place.
Aunt Margie takes deep breaths as she tries to calm down.
“Oh my dear....Luke. My pussy is THROBBING!!! You’ve done well!”
I pull my hand out of her ass and get up.
“When you’re with me, you are my bitch, you fat sexy whore!! And I do whatever I want when I want to you!! I’ll fuck that ass, fist it, and tear it apart if I want to! Understood??”
Aunt Margie turns over and pulls me down to her lips. Our tongues pounce in each other’s mouths as I grab her massive breasts and squeeze them as hard as I can. Margie moans. I take my right hand and reach down to her pussy and feel just how wet she is. I pull alway from her and lick my wet fingers. She tasted so good.
“I’ll see you around,” I tell her as I get up and walk over to the refreshments table.
“FINALLY!” I look to my left as I walk to the table. Uncle Fred takes one last sip of his water as he walks in the direction of the couch where Aunt Margie still sits recovering.
“Damn Luke! Keeping Marge all to yourself! Ya gotta share some of that fat ass with the rest of us!” Fred tells me with a chuckle.
“You’re right! That fat whore is all yours!”
I watch as Fred makes his way over to Margie. She already knows the drill as she lays down on her back lying sideways on the couch and spreads her legs wide open. Fred doesn’t even have to use any lube to easily insert his rod up her ass. Fred shows no mercy on Aunt Margie as he fucks her deep up her bum. Jacob at this point walks over to the two of them. Aunt Margie looks at him and signals for him to get closer. Jacob stands over her on the edge of the couch as he shoves his dick deep down her throat. She has not had one break so far this night!
Pretty soon the rest of Gwen’s family joins me by the refreshments table to take a break and hydrate. Gwen comes up to me and gives me a kiss.
“How are you babe?” I tell her I’m well and can’t wait to continue as Amy walks toward us.
“So....how is your first 2300 Gathering treating you Amy?”
I take a good look at her. She’s all sweaty and her face is red. Her breasts have bite marks on them and her pussy looks swollen.
Amy gives me a big smile when she tells me, “This is FUCKING AMAZING! I’ve never had this much sex at once and I’m loving it! Fred and Roger both fucked me soooo goood!!! And Gwen’s mom ate me out like a champ!!”
Gwen and I laugh.
“The night is still young Amy, you’re going to have plenty more epic orgasms and try new things that you’ve never done before. Enjoy it all!” Gwen tells her.
I look over to Gwen’s mom Lisa. She’s talking to Riley. I walk over to the both of them.
“ Luke, my dear! I was just talking to Riley about you!” Lisa gives me a hug once I approach them. Riley stares at me with lust in her eyes.
“Hopefully just good things.”
Riley looks at me. “Lisa tells me you tend to be the life of the party here. Especially during your first Gathering.”
I look at Riley and eye her body from head to toe lusting for her.
Lisa continues to talk.
“Luke’s energy and sexual thirst is INCREDIBLE! It’s no wonder why all the women here can’t get enough of him! My mother Ellen, my eldest daughter Abbey. Even my sweet youngest Ella can’t get enough of that big fat cock of Luke’s!”
Lisa just praises me as Riley and I continue to stare at each other.
“I can’t wait to have you to myself then Luke, and see what all this hype is about.” Riley leans in and kisses me softly before she walks away to get more water.
“Isn’t she something?” Lisa asks me.
I just stare at Riley’s nice plump ass as she grabs a bottle of water.
I look at little Ella who’s in the midst of a conversation with her cousin Roger and Amy. Jacob, Fred, and Margie are still in the living room. Aunt Margie is now taking two dicks at once. She bounces up and down riding Jacob on the couch as Fred stands on top fucking her ass from behind. The three of them make a lot of noise enjoying the sensations of it all.
Lisa grabs my cock, catching my attention. “My turn!”
Lisa leads me back into the living room area pulling me by my cock.
Margie hits another orgasm as I hear that familiar scream of hers. Jacob doesn’t sound like he’s far off from his orgasm.
The rest of the group leaves the refreshments table and follow me and Lisa back into the living room.
Lisa and I settle for a large square ottoman close to the center of the room.
Lisa turns to me and brings me in for a nice gentle kiss.
“Luke darling, would you be so kind and take this out for me?” Lisa then turns around and bends over on the ottoman giving me a perfect view of her ass. She still has her shiny anal plug inside her.
“With pleasure.”
I then grab the circular piece of the plug and slowly pull it out. Lisa moans as I do this. The plug pops out nicely exposing Lisa’s gaping asshole.
“Ahh....thank you. Now...can you put that cock in my ass dear?” Lisa asks me this as she wiggles her nice curvy butt back and forth.
In response, I take my much erect penis and guide it towards Gwen’s mother’s asshole. I rub my cock between her cheeks a few times as I rub her butt with my left hand. Lisa moans and begs for my cock inside her ass. Without much trouble, my tip slides right into her welcoming bum hole. I watch closely as Lisa’s hole begins to expand taking in every inch of my thick cock.
“Ohhhhh yes!! That’s it!! Shove that nice fat cock up my ass! Hmmmmmmm....”
Lisa sways her ass slowly side to side as I grab onto her lower thighs for support. I pull her body closer to me, shoving my rod further up her shitter.
I stop for a few moments once my entire cock is up her ass.
Looking around, I see Amy with Riley and cousin Roger on a couch. Riley and Amy are in a 69 position as Roger fucks Amy from behind. Amy has Riley’s cock down her throat as Riley eats her pussy from below her. Aunt Margie and Jacob are finally taking a rest break drinking plenty of water. Uncle Fred is on the floor with Ella riding him on top. He grabs hold of her two petite legs as he thrusts his hips up and down banging her pussy.
I finally pull back slowly just until the tip of my cock is slightly showing and then slam myself balls deep back into Lisa’s warm and tight bum. I pull back out and slam myself back in. In and out. In and out. Lisa groans each time I slam myself deep into her. She takes her arms and reaches behind her and spreads out her asscheeks.
“Fuck me harder. Deeper!!! I want you to cum inside me arse dear!”
As Lisa spreads her cheeks wide open, I begin to pick up the pace. I watch her ass jiggle with each hard thrust I make deep into her asshole. I have not cum yet tonight but I know my orgasm is rapidly approaching. That pill has helped me last longer as my body is starting to get used to it. It also increases the intensity and sensitivity of my orgasms by a long shot!
“Luke...dear! I’m going to cum!! I want you to cum with me!! I want to feel that cum deep down inside me!! I know you haven’t cum yet! I want to feel that first big load of yours!! Cum inside me baby!!! Cum inside my ass!!!” Lisa begs of me.
I get that familiar rush of an orgasm rapidly approaching deep down within my balls, and I knew I was moments away from epic bliss.
I then pull out of Lisa completely.
“Lay down on the floor upside down and bring your legs up high.”
Lisa obeys and gets down into a piledriver position on the floor leaning her lower body onto the ottoman while I stand up and bend my knees on top of her. I grab my dick and shove it back down into Lisa’s asshole. I grab hold of her legs, which are in the air, for support. At this point, I shove my cock in and out of Lisa’s ass in a rapid up and down movement as she begs for me to cum. It’s too much for me. I grab hold of her legs as tightly as I can as I let my orgasm hit.
“AAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
I scream aloud in ecstasy as my cock throbs spitting out my seed deep down Lisa’s bowels. Lisa screams with me as she hit her climax too. My cock convulses spewing out semen up her ass. The feeling is so intense, it hurts! I pull out of Lisa’s bum STILL cumming! My semen drips out and leaks down her butt crack when I do. Lisa then turns over and gets up. We both lay down on the ottoman together trying to catch our breaths.
“WOW!!!” That’s all I can say.
Lisa turns to my side and plays with my hair.
“You really know how to fuck me hard and deep, like the dirty slut that I am! Thanks for that my dear. Now go out there and keep having fun! The night is still young! And don’t forget that I’m the VIP tonight so save that semen for my ass once again later on!” Lisa kisses me on the cheek and gets up. This has been a wild night thus far!!
>>>
CHAPTER 7: ELLA & RILEY
>>>
I lay on the ottoman for a few minutes taking a rest break. I need it after the intense orgasm I just had with Lisa. My first one of the night!
As I lay down, I feel movement next to me. I look to my side and see little Ella.
“I know you’re not tired yet! Are you going to fuck me already?”
I shift my body over to meet her. With a smile I touch her face and bring her to my lips. As our lips begin to touch, I feel her small left hand reaching for my cock. She starts to jerk me slowly as our tongues collide in our deep lustful kiss. My hands start to explore her cute petite body as they make their way down to her small breasts. Her nipples are hard and swollen, easy and fun to play with. I pinch them both as Ella moans softly as we continue to kiss. Ella’s hand thrusts my cock up and down. I then sit upright. Ella stares at me with an expression of lust. Her eyes were begging me to stuff my meat deep inside of her.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” I tell her.
I make my way over to the refreshments table. I look at Amy getting fucked from behind by Riley. Amy is bent over a couch as Riley stands behind her shoving her cock in and out of Amy. Standing behind Riley is Roger fucking her ass from behind. The three of them were in sync together. Jacob and Aunt Margie are back at it again as he she sits on top of him on another couch riding his cock, getting fucked up her ass. Uncle Fred has both Lisa and Gwen on their fours, as he takes turns fucking them both from behind.
I then grab a bottle of whip cream next to the bowl of fruit and return over to the ottoman where Ella graciously awaits for me.
“Whatcha got there?” I shake the bottle of whip cream in my hand as I chuckle.
“Turn around for me and bend over. I got a nice, delicious surprise for you.” Ella with a cute smile on her face giggles and does as instructed. She waves her little booty in the air as she lays on the ottoman, her arms crossed and her head lying comfortably on her hands. I spread open Ella’s pussy lips and place the tip of the whip cream bottle into her, my right pointer finger slipping inside of her clit. I press the notch and start to cream Ella’s pussy with fresh whip cream. Startled at first, she jerks her body upwards.
“Oh my Gosh!! This feels so weird! The whip cream feels cold inside of me! I tell Ella to relax as I continue to press onto the canister shoving as much whip cream up her pussy as I can.
“You got this, relax and enjoy the sensation of that whip cream inside of you. When I pull this bottle out, I want you to squeeze that whip cream right back out!”
Ella nods and turns her cute face toward me with that big familiar smile on her face. I pull the canister out of her pussy. As soon as I do, Ella moans as she pushes out loads of whip cream out of her pussy, making a sloppy wet mess all over my crotch and on the ottoman. I repeat the process multiple times, shoving the whip cream bottle inside of her and pulling it out abruptly letting her squirt whip cream all over the both of us. I then grab her hips as I pull my face close to her ass and lick up loads of her delicious whip cream, coated in her sweet pussy nectar. Ella moans softly enjoying the sensation of her pussy getting licked clean from behind. I turn her body over and bring her up to me. We begin to kiss as Ella shoves her tongue in my mouth trying to taste the sweet flavor of her pussy and whip cream. I caress her body as we kiss lustfully. Ella breaks the kiss.
“I want to suck your fat cock covered in whip cream.” When she tells me this, I immediately know exactly what I want to do with her. She’s young and innocent looking, but I know just what a dirty fucking slut like herself wants.
“Lay down on your back, and lean your head off the ottoman.” Ella listens obediently like the good little slut she is. Once comfortable in her position, I take the bottle of whip cream and shake it near her face. Knowing what to do, she opens her mouth wide open for me to squirt that cream down her throat. I shove as much whip cream as I can into Ella’s mouth until she can’t hold anymore and starts to gag on it. I immediately stand over her and shove my cock to the back of her tight throat. Ella’s body begins to shake as she gasps for air, with excess whip cream just pouring out the sides of her mouth. Her face beat red, her eyes filling with tears, she stares at me actually enjoying this moment. Her body shakes screaming for air but her eyes have this look of deep lust wanting more. I can also feel her hands holding tight to the back of my legs, as I feel her trying to push me closer! Once Ella begins to turn blue from the lack of oxygen, I then release my strong grasp on her and pull my cock out of her mouth. Ella leans her head up spitting out loads of saliva and whip cream as she inhales and exhales deeply.
“AGAIN!” This whore just can’t get enough! I take some more whip cream and place it into her mouth as I shove my cock deep down her throat as I hear her choke and her body beginning to shake again.
Aunt Margie is now seated on top of Amy’s face as Amy desperately tries to eat her pussy and ass from underneath. Gwen is laying on her side getting fucked in the ass by Jacob. He lays down by her side moving his hips in a calm steady motion, thrusting in and out of her. This was a great position for him at the moment given how beat red and sweaty he is from all the sexual action thus far. Riley and Roger fuck Lisa together on another couch. Roger has Lisa riding his cock as Riley has her cock right up Lisa’s ass standing behind. Uncle Fred relaxes by the refreshments taking a break.
Ella continues to get throat fucked by my large member. She would swallow and choke on her saliva and whip cream as I thrusted my cock in and out of her mouth. I feel her body start to get exhausted from the intensity of our deep throat session. I pull my cock out of her mouth as she coughs up whip cream and saliva.
“Kiss me whore!” Ella leans up and turns her body over to me. She takes her hands and brings my face to hers and kisses me as I begin to taste the fusion blend of her saliva with leftover whip cream. I then push her back down onto the ottoman, forcing her to lie flat on it. I grab the whip cream bottle and squirt more deep into her pussy from behind again causing Ella to grunt aloud.
“Fuck me daddy! Fuck this tight pus-ahh!”
I grab her hair and yank onto it jolting her head back before she could finish her sentence. I climb on top of her petite body as I grab my cock and align it with her snatch. I watch her pussy expand taking every inch of my thick cock as I lean over her body completely on top of her. Ella shifts her body underneath me trying to adjust to my rod. I get this cool sensation as I feel all the whip cream on my cock. I begin to move my butt up into the air and back down firmly as I lay on top of Ella completely dominate over her. She begs for me to fuck her harder as she stretches out her arms taking hold of the edges of the ottoman. I grab her hands and feel her squeeze them tight each time I slam myself back down deeper into her.
“AHHH FUCK! FUCK YES LUKE! OH DADDY….I AM GOING TO EXPLODE!” The overwhelming feeling of the excess whip cream and my cock deep inside of Ella was too much for her. I felt her vaginal walls tighten around my cock deep inside of her, and I knew she was going to bust. With ten more powerful thrusts, I slam myself one last time as deep and as hard as I could into Ella. I actually felt like I cracked her ribs from the sheer force of that final thrust. Ella screams hysterically crying that she’s moments away from cumming. I pull my body weight off of her as she turns around lying on her back.
“FINGER ME DADDY! I WANT YOU TO FEEL ME CUM FOR YOU!!!!” Ella is sweaty with a desperate look longing for an orgasm on her face. She puts both of her legs in the air as I stand between them and shove my four right fingers deep into her clit, thrusting rapidly in and out. Ella’s eyes start to roll to the back of her head as her body starts to convulse violently.
“UHHHHAHHH!!!!!!!” I finger Ella’s pussy aggressively as our leftover whip cream spits out of her pussy splattering me all over my upper body and my face. She starts to squirt, pissing all over me, as she takes control over her pussy rubbing herself out. Ella continues to scream from the force and pressure of her orgasm. She makes a ginormous slippery mess all over us and on the ottoman. After what felt like five minutes, Ella lowers her legs down which continue to shake for a little bit while her body begins to recover. Ella takes deep breaths trying to calm down.
“My best orgasm of the night by FAR!”
“You drive me crazy you little slut!” I tell her. We both get up to grab some water.
As we make our way back to the refreshments table, I listen to the sounds of multiple orgasms at once. Gwen screams as Jacob pounds her pussy in missionary position. Lisa screams as she gets fucked from behind by Roger. And Aunt Margie is screaming as she gets her pussy rammed from behind by Uncle Fred.
Amy and Riley come to the table and join us.
“How we all doing?” Riley asks all of us at the table as she grabs a bottle of water.
“My pussy is still tingling from the fucking Luke just gave to me,” Ella exclaims.
“I don’t know what it is but I’ve NEVER been this horny in my LIFE!” Amy says excitedly.
We all talk about our experiences thus far. Ella talks about the whip cream experience I gave her, Riley mentions how she enjoyed getting sandwiched between Amy and Roger.
“There was something so satisfying earlier when I was fucking you Amy while I took a dick in my ass,” Riley exclaimed. “It’s just one of the many unique benefits that I enjoy as a trans woman.” Amy nods in approval, “I definitely gotta admit to you Riley, that was very satisfying. Getting dominated like that by a beautiful woman like yourself, you made me cum so much! Especially when I felt you cum inside me!”
I instantly got a dirty kinky vision in my mind thinking about fucking Riley to an orgasm. Thrusting in and out of her bum while I jerk off her lady dick and make her cum while I cum deep inside of her.
Ella and I stood and listened to Amy and Riley talk about their sexual experience together and it was very hot. Listening to both of them go into juicy explicit details of their encounter.
“You know Amy, I enjoyed fucking your pussy, but I would love to take you in the ass. Your butthole is so tiny and cute. It looks perfect!”
Amy blushes. “Thanks Riley, I would totally let you fuck me in the ass. It’s just that I made a promise to my boyfriend Jacob that my asshole is his property only.”
I bust out laughing.
“Amy, I’ll make a bet with you right now. Next to Jacob, I’ll be another person to fuck you in the ass. Tonight. Before the Gathering ends.”
Amy raises her eyebrow and shakes her head hesitantly. “I don’t know about that Luke. Jacob can be very stubborn.” I just shrug it off.
“It will happen. I mean, look at where the both of you are! At an orgy! Each of you fucking different people. Jacob literally just fucked Gwen in the ass and fucked her mom too, AND her aunt. All anal!”
“Don’t forget about me,” Ella says.
“AND Ella!” I tell Amy. Amy shakes her head in agreement. “Fair point….we’ll just have to wait and see then.”
I roll my eyes and then drink some water.
“I’m coming for that tight asshole of yours Amy,” I tell her.
“IN THE MEAN TIME…..I think it’s time we get to play good lookin!” Riley comes and takes my hand and escorts me to an empty couch.
I get to the couch with Riley. We face each other and I brush my hand against her cheek. She leans into me as we share a kiss. Riley’s hands explore my body as she rubs my neck and then down to my chest. I continue to kiss Riley as my hands get a good feel of her firm beautifully shaped breasts, nice and perky. Her areolas are not too big but her nipples are very hard, just begging to be sucked. I begin to kiss Riley’s neck as I make my down to her breasts. She stands and moans enjoying the feeling of each and every touch I make on her. I begin to lick her nipples as I squeeze her firm breasts.
“Mmmmm....ohhhh my....yes that feels lovely!”
I then start to nibble on her erect nipples playing with them with my teeth making Riley squirm. After a few minutes of enjoying her nipples, I let go and take a good look at her beautiful body. Her cock is completely erect. I take my right hand and begin to play with it. It’s a beautiful cock. Small, with some thickness to it. Riley is completely waxed and has no pubic hair whatsoever. Riley closes her eyes and tilts her head back as I continue to play with her cock, clearly a sensitive area for her that makes her incredibly horny. I stroke her cock and cup her balls in my hand. They’re nice and firm, and very capable of ejaculating.
“You took the miracle pill didn’t you?” I ask her referring to the not so legal green and blue pill all the guys took prior to the start of the gathering.
Riley giggles. “Hell yeah darling! I want to stay nice and hard all night and have as MANY powerful orgasms as I can!”
I laugh with her as I continue to play with her cock. I then take my cock and align it next to hers and compare. My cock is massive next to hers! My thick eight inch rod is more than double the size of her lady penis.
“Hmmm...yes good looking! Are you going to stick that MONSTER inside of me?” Riley asks as she begins to stroke her cock up and down licking her lips.
“You’re going to take every inch of this beast inside of you!!” I tell her as she licks her lips. I can see her eyes light up with excitement.
“I’m yours right now darling. Tell me what you want,” Riley says.
With that I push her onto the couch behind her.
“Turn around! I want to taste your lovely bum!”
Riley turns around and bends forward on the couch putting her ass in the air toward me.
“Push yourself out. I want to see you gape!”
Riley moans as she begins to shake her fat ass in the air. She then pushes her asshole out and gapes herself as I see her beautiful hole turn into a nice small circle. I bend down on my knees and grab her ass. I pull her to my face as I take my tongue and begin to lick her taint area from underneath her ball sack to her anus. Riley moans softly as she continues to wiggle her ass in my face as my tongue continues to lick her taint and up towards her anus. As I eat Riley’s ass from behind her I spread her legs apart a bit more so I can reach in between them and grab her nice hard cock and begin to stroke it.
“FUCK! YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY LUKE! Yes!! Keep doing that! Stroke my cock baby!! Eat my ass!! Yes baby!! Spit into my asshole!! Spit baby!!”
I honor her request and spit deep into her ass as I continue to stroke her cock and play with her anus with my tongue.
I continue to eat Riley’s ass until she pulls herself forward.
“My turn good looking,” she tells me.
I just shrug.
Riley gets up off the couch.
“Sit down Luke, lay back, put your legs in the air.”
I do as she tells me and get into position.
Once I’m on the couch lying down facing forward with my legs in the air, Riley immediately gets to work.
She grabs some lube and rubs her hands with some as she pours some down my crotch. Riley then begins to trust my rod up and down with both her hands at a fast pace. She does it in a twist motion as her hands move up and down.
I sit and moan enjoying this sensation as Riley then takes her tongue and swirls it on the tip of my penis. Without and warning, she shoves the ENTIRETY of my cock down her throat as she takes her right hand pointer finger and begins to tickle my asshole.
“FUCK!!!!!” I scream aloud totally not expecting that.
Riley continues to put me into deeper shock as she takes two fingers and inserts them slowly without any trouble up my bum.
I groan loudly as my legs begin to shake just not knowing what to do. All this is happening and Riley STILL has my cock down her throat. She then releases herself and spits my cock out coughing spitting out streams of saliva.
“Too much good looking?”
My eyes are wide and I try to catch my breath. “No not at all! I just...wasn’t expecting that!!”
Riley giggles and then repeats the process several more times sticking two fingers up my ass as she deep throats my fat cock.
I felt like I could cum right then and there but I knew that I could last longer.
Riley then stands up. As she does so, she puts my legs on the floor as I sit upright.
“If you enjoyed that...maybe you’ll like another trick I have up my sleeve.”
Me being curious and still in shock from before, I just tell her lets do it!
Riley instructs me to lie flat on my stomach on the couch as she grabs the lube. I was a little nervous at first not knowing what to expect but I decided to just go along with it. Riley rubs some lube on her hands and pours some on my back and begins to give me a brief massage, rubbing her hands on my shoulders and down to my lower back. She then gets on top of me, and slowly rubs my back from bottom to top and then to my shoulders. When she’s at my shoulders, she leans herself to my neck and begins to kiss me gently. My body shutters from her sensual touch. Riley then kisses my left ear softly and then begins to nibble it making me moan softly. She takes her tongue and inserts it into my ear as she licks my ear inside and out. She does this briefly and then makes her way over to my right ear and repeats the process. I moan enjoying the moment as Riley continues to tease me. She then takes both her breasts and begins to rub them softly down my back. I moan as I feel her firm nipples tickle my back.
“mmmmmm...this feels AMAZING!” I tell her.
Riley then gets up off me.
“Spread your legs darling.” I do as instructed. She then lowers herself down to my ass and spreads my cheeks.
“FUCK!! Oh GOD!!! YESS!!” I shout.
Riley begins to eat my ass hole swirling her tongue around my anus, sticking it in and out of my bum hole. Riley kept this up as I tried to contain myself.
Just when I thought this feeling of sexual ecstasy couldn’t get any better, Riley again sits upright.
“Ok Luke...I have a nice surprise for you. If it’s too much for you, your safe word is STOP!”
“Uhhh....ok Riley.”
I was more excited than nervous not knowing what was coming.
Riley take lube and lathers her hands in it and then pours some down my bum.
I once again felt the familiar feeling of her fingers entering my asshole, and then let out a yelp when I feel her shove them deep inside. It was a new sensation. It was an odd yet powerfully satisfying sensation.
“FUCKING HELL!! What the FUCK?? This feels...SO GOOD!! What are you doing?”
Riley giggles.
“I’m playing with your prostate. You never had a prostate massage?”
I just shake my head and let her do her thing as I feel her fingers jam deep inside my bum. She thrusts them in and out for a period of time. It’s an INCREDIBLE sensation. My cock actually felt like it was getting harder! I felt my dick throbbing underneath me, as I got the feeling of needing to take a long ass piss!
“FUCK RILEY! You’re going to make me piss all over the couch!!”
Riley continues for a few brief moments and then takes her fingers out of my asshole.
“Well...how’d you like it darling?”
“INCREDIBLE is an understatement to say at the very least!”
Riley smiles, “I had my eye on you since you got here. I knew I wanted to make our time together special. Glad you enjoyed it.”
I then sit upright and get up off the couch. I look down at my cock and see my tip dripping with pre cum. Riley definitely drove me close to an orgasm with that intense prostate massage.
“I think it’s time you put that monster of yours inside me, don’t you think good lookin?” Riley tells me as she passes me the bottle of lube.
“Absolutely!”
Riley then sits down on the couch and begins to get comfortable as she slouches lower onto it and spreads her legs wide for me. She takes her right pointer finger and motions for me to come to her. I take plenty of lube and rub it up and down my shaft. I watch Riley stroke her cock and then slowly finger her asshole prepping herself for me. I grab her waist and lower myself down to her level. I squeeze her breasts as she moans and takes her hand bringing me in for a deep kiss with lots of tongue. I then pull myself away from her gorgeous face as I focus on my cock that’s touching hers. I grab both of our cocks as I begin to stroke them together simultaneously slowly up and down.
Riley stares at me moaning. She licks her lips as her eyes look at me with deep lust. Her body language was screaming at me to fuck her already.
“You ready you sexy bitch?”
Riley just nods and opens her legs wider for me. I grab hold of one leg with my left hand as I take my right hand and use it to align my fat cock with her ass hole. Riley makes it easier for me as she pushes her anus out causing it to gape. Once my tip is pressed against her gaping hole, I take both my hands and grab hold of her legs. I slowly pull her close to me as she begins to take my monster cock inch by inch deep into her tight asshole.
Riley’s eyes begin to widen and her mouth drops with every inch that goes up her ass.
“OHHHH....OHHHH....FUUUUCKKKK!!!”
Riley begins to shake her hips as she tries to adjust to the monster deep inside invading her guts.
“FUCK ME LUKE!! FUCK ME HARDER!!” Riley screams. She begins to sweat from the intensity of my thrusts in and out of her ass. I pull myself slowly at first out to the point where just my tip is left inside her bum, and then I thrust myself right back into her aggressively with my shaft completely rammed up inside her asshole.
“Is my monster too much for you?” I ask her. Riley looks at me as I continue to fuck her using her legs for support as I slam myself in and out of her. She then reaches behind me and grabs hold of my ass as she tries to shove my cock deeper into her. I continue to pound her asshole, as I bend one knee on the floor for more support. I initially had my knees just bent but my legs were getting tired from the intensity of our sex.
Riley begs me to fuck her harder as I slam in and out of her as hard as I can. Her entire body shakes violently each time I shove my cock back inside her ass. I take hold of her breasts and begin to slap them hard as I fuck her.
“Treat me like a whore you sexy beast!! Yeah that’s right!! Slap those tits!! FUCK MY ASS!!” Riley continues to talk dirty encouraging me to fuck her as hard as I can and rough her up. I slap her in the face, spit on her, lean over and bite on her nipples and pinch her breasts. Riley cannot get enough of me.
“FUCK!!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?? TREAT ME LIKE A WHORE!!!!” I eventually started to choke her as I continued my thrusts in and out of her asshole. Riley’s face would turn beat red and then blue until I let go letting her breath for a couple of seconds and then continue to choke her. Eventually, my cock pops out slipping out of her ass.
I then get up.
“Turn round and bend over for me.”
Riley obeys and turns over. With her knees bent on the couch, she sits upright with her arms hanging over the edge off the back of the couch and her butt in the air. Riley shakes her ass for me.
“Put that monster back inside me handsome!” I grab her ass as I place my right foot onto the couch next to her for balance. I spread her cheeks wide open and insert my fat rod back inside of her easily.
I spank Riley’s fat ass cheeks as I pound her from behind. Riley begs for me to spank her harder as she reaches below and jacks herself off. I stand behind her as I shove my dick deep down into her, in and out rough as can be. I take my hand and play with her ball sack squeezing them gently as I watch my dick get swallowed up deep inside her and then coming back out.
“YES!!! FUCK ME!! DEEPER....HARDER!!!”
Riley did her best to turn her head towards me as I dominated her ass from behind.
She stares at me with her eyes wide open and her mouth dropped in awe, as if she’s in shock.
I then begin to slow my pace. I felt an orgasm approaching soon. I pull myself in and out of Riley’s ass slowly enjoying the moment. She’s so fucking tight! It’s unbelievable! Riley feels me slow down.
“You’re so close to making me cum Luke!! I want to get fucked lying flat on my back. I want you to jerk me off while you fuck my ass!”
When she tells me this, I immediately pull myself out of her and stand back.
“Well then...time to make you cum you sexy whore!”
Riley turns over and gets into position lying on her back facing forward on the couch as she opens her legs wide for me like a good obedient slut.
I grab her legs and place them on my broad shoulders as I slip my monster back deep inside her tight, juicy butthole. I hold onto Riley’s waist on both sides with my hands and thrust in and out of her.
“Ohhhh yeah!!! That’s it!!! Fuck me Luke!! Fuck this tight asshole!!”
Riley begins to play with her cock, jerking herself off as she gets closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Fuck me!!! YESSS!!!! OHHH GOSSSHHH I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!” Riley shouts.
As I fuck her as fast and hard as I can, she takes my right hand and places it on her cock.
“Jerk me darling! Jerk me off while you fuck me!! I’m about to bust!! Milk me Luke!!” Riley begins to look desperate as I can tell she isn’t going to last much longer. I grab her lady cock and rub it up and down as I continued my reign over her ass tearing it apart. I feel her cock begin to twitch as I jerk her off. Not long after, Riley begins to scream.
“AHHHHHHHHH....YESSSSSSSS!!!!”
Riley’s cock erupts into air and unleashes five or six ropes of yummy semen, landing all over her stomach. Some on her face!
Riley continues to scream as my orgasm is rapidly getting closer.
I take her legs and spread them wide as I push and pull myself out of her ass, getting ready for orgasmic pleasure.
“FUCK RILEY!! You’re going to make me cum!!!”
Riley takes her hand and wipes her seed off her face and stomach and licks her fingers tasting herself.
“Cum inside my mouth Luke!!! I want to taste that monster cock!”
My legs begin to tremble. My eyes begin to roll back. I’m sweating like crazy. I feel the electric energy rush from my balls to the tip of my penis as I pull out of Riley.
I stand up and begin to jerk my fat dick. “Get down on your knees you fucking slut!!”
Riley gets on floor and on her knees just in time for my orgasm to hit. Hard! Load after load after load.
My first eruption lands straight in her face, in between her eyes. My second eruption lands on her right cheek. Riley opens her mouth wide for my last few ropes of my jizz. She swallows each load and licks the tip of my cock like a scoop of ice cream.
“Ahhhh!! Yummy!!!” She smiles as she wipes the rest of my mess off her face and licks her fingers.
I help her stand up.
“Let me get a taste of our seed.” I tell her
Riley leans into me as kisses me deeply, playing with my tongue. I rub her back down to her thick behind and spank her with my hands. Riley tasted so good in my mouth. We break our kiss and make our way back to the refreshments table for rehydration. I’m still sexually pumped and horny!!
I was so deep in the zone with Riley, I wasn’t paying attention to the rest of the crowd seeing what they were up to.
Jacob and Ella are together again as he fucks her lying on top of her. Uncle Fred has Gwen bent over a bean bag. He’s shoving a plug up her ass as she begs him to shove it deep inside her. Cousin Roger has Aunt Margie on an ottoman fucking her pussy with her lying sideways and her legs leaning off the edge. Amy and Gwen’s mom Lisa are tongue locked as they scissor each other. It’s very satisfying to watch those two acting like lesbian lovers.
I start to think about who I’m going to play with next. Staring at Gwen bent over with a plug up her ass, I knew it was my moment to make some time for her.
>>>
CHAPTER 8: GWEN & AMY
>>>
“Aww FUCK! YES UNCLE FREDDY!!! SHOVE IT IN DEEPER!!!”
Gwen cries out loud begging for her Uncle to shove the butt plug she has inside her ass deeper. Fred has one arm pressed down on her back as he leans in toward her and shoves the plug up her butt.
Gwen moans enjoying the moment.
I walk over and watch Fred continue to tease his niece. Gwen looks at me and smiles.
“Luke....uhhhh...mmmm...baby do you want to take over?” she asks me as Uncle Fred turns my way.
“I’ll take it from here Fred.” I help him up as he stretches.
“She’s all yours Luke. She’s nice, lubed, and ready for ya.” He pats my shoulder as he walks toward Amy and Lisa about to tag in on their action.
“You ready baby?” Gwen asks with her butt leaning toward me with a lovely anal plug plopped right inside her looking sexy as can be.
“Absolutely dear.”
I grab my cock and pull Gwen closer to me. I decide to keep the plug in her ass as I slip my dick inside her pussy from behind. Oh what a lovely feeling! I’ve fucked so much ass tonight, my dick has been deprived of some delicious pussy. I felt a feeling of an orgasm beginning to stir up in my sack. I begin to clap Gwen’s cheeks from behind her as she begs me to fuck her harder. Deeper.
“FUCK ME LUKE!!! YES DARLING!! FUCK THIS TIGHT PUSSY!! I’M SO WET!!!”
Gwen is indeed VERY wet! My cock slips out of her twat multiple times as I quickly slip it right back in with brute force, making her pussy fart each time I shove it in. It’s sexy as hell listening to her cries for more, the sounds of my crotch slamming against her ass cheeks when I shove myself deep inside her. The familiar feeling of her having an orgasm on my cock is incredibly satisfying.
“I’M CUMMING!!! BLOODY HELL BABY I’M CUMMING!!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!! YESS!!!” Gwen screams as I reach forward and grab her shoulders bringing her closer to me. I kiss her neck and lick her left ear as I continue my deep thrusts in and out of her love hole. God I fucking love her! I love attending these Gatherings her wild horny family hosts. Getting to fuck all her horny relatives, whether it be aunts, mom, grandma, sisters, cousin, or her sexy tranny friend. All of them drive me crazy and build up my intense sex drive! But there’s something special about Gwen that I love! From the moment I met her on that flight to London months ago, it’s just been nonstop fun and adventures! Fucking her felt like making love to her! Even though we’re having nice, kinky sex! And it’s about to get dirtier!
I continue to pound Gwen’s wet pussy from behind when I pull out suddenly.
“What is it darling?” Gwen asks me panting looking behind at me.
“I really have to pee!” I tell her.
And it’s true. I got the urge to pee right before when Riley was giving me a fucking prostate massage! It was one of most satisfying feelings I’ve had all night but I did feel like I was going to pee when she basically had her hand up my ass. That and the tons of water I’ve drank so far tonight.
“Go pee Luke, I’ll wait here for you.”
With a smirk on my face, I tell her I have a better idea.
I reach as I grab the plug and pull it out of her ass. Gwen closes her eyes and grunts as the plug pops right out.
“Mind if I relieve myself up your ass?”
Gwen turns around and lies on the bean bag, opening her legs wide. She grabs her ass cheeks from beneath her and spreads them wide for me.
“Fill me up baby. Piss inside my bum!”
With the urge to piss becoming stronger by the second, I get on my knees right in front of the bean bag. I grab hold of Gwen’s legs and spread them wide for me to stand in between them. I grab my cock and aim for her sphincter. I watch Gwen’s asshole widen as I shove the entirety of my shaft up her arse. Gwen’s eyes close as she shrieks aloud.
“HOLY SHIT!!”
I stay still at first but slowly begin to pull myself back and forth as I feel Gwen’s ass muscles begin to stretch to try and adjust to the monster I have inside her. I didn’t realize it till just now, but this is the first time I’ve ever taken Gwen up the ass!
Gwen’s eyes open and stare at me as she slowly nods giving me the go ahead to start fucking her. I take slow thrusts at first backing in and out of her. Once I pick up the pace, I grab hold of her beautiful breasts and squeeze them as Gwen moans.
“Yes darling!! Fuck this tight asshole!!! Oh yes!! Stretch me out Luke!! Fuck me!!!”
I continue to pick up my pace fucking her ass until the urge to pee is too much to for me. The damn begins to burst as I slow down and push myself as deep into her bowels as I can. I close my eyes and relax myself as I feel Gwen’s asshole tighten up on my cock. I feel Gwen’s body jump a little bit as I begin to piss deep inside her.
“Oh my! It’s so....warm!” Gwen starts to giggle clearly enjoying this odd moment.
“You like it?” I ask her.
She lies back and starts to rub her tits.
“Mmmmm baby...this right here...this is the kind of shit that makes me feel like a dirty bitch! A fucking nasty whore! I love it!” Gwen smiles as me as I continue to relieve myself up her bum. This is great!! So sexy!! I feel the heavy stream begin to overflow inside her as I slowly pull myself out. When I pull my cock completely out of Gwen’s ass, I’m immediately hit with a couple large splashes of my piss as it squirts out of her asshole looking like a flood.
“Oh my!” Gwen gasps at the sheer amount of my piss gushing out of her. But she is in for another surprise, as I hadn’t quite finished.
I stand up and grab Gwen’s arm pulling her up.
“I’m not finished. Get on your knees and beg for me to piss on your face!”
Gwen just shrugs as she gets to her knees in front of me and stares at my cock. She reaches for it and begins to stroke it softly. She stares at my eyes continuing to stroke my large member.
“Piss on my face Luke! Give it all to me!”
I then take over and grab my cock and begin to stroke it rapidly until my piss begins to flow right out easily spilling down to her face. I grab hold of her hair while I hold my cock in my other hand pissing into Gwen’s beautiful face. She at first closed her eyes as it was too much for her to handle but eventually she opens them wide and stares at me while I give her a golden shower. She opens her fucking mouth and begins to swallow my warm stream of piss. This happens for a good minute as I still had a LOT of urine inside me. I drank so much water tonight and it clearly shows! By the time I’m done peeing, Gwen is completely covered in my piss, absolutely drenched! Her hair is wet and her face is all wet with my piss spilling out of her mouth and down to her tits. Gwen still has some piss dripping out of her ass! I help her stand up as she reaches in toward me and kisses me. She shoves her tongue in my mouth as I feel her damp hair smelling like my urine against my face. I kiss her back as our tongues wrestle in our mouths. Gwen grunts and moans while I play with her breasts and feel her wet body as I get a good taste of my piss in her mouth. We both break the kiss at the same time.
“That....was so dirty! So sexy! You never cease to amaze me with how kinky you can get my darling!” Gwen tells me.
She kisses me quickly before she makes her way over to the bathroom to clean herself up. I fucking love her!
At this point of the night, I’m feeling a little tired from the intense rounds of sex I’ve had so far. My body is drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. I didn’t care though as I’m still crazy horny! My heart is pounding, and my dick is raging hard ready for some more action! I look around the massive living room, searching for anyone I’ve yet to fuck. My eyes finally settle on Amy. The last girl here I haven’t fucked at the Gathering. Right now, she’s on top of Roger riding his cock as he lays comfortably back on a giant sectional couch. My thirst to fuck this whore in the ass has begun to overwhelm me as I knew what I wanted to do next. I walk right over to the both of them as Amy continues to ride Roger. He spanks her ass from behind as she sways her hips up and down having control.
“Ohhh yess!!! Yes Roger!! Yes! Fuck this pussy!!” Amy grunts with her eyes shut and mouth wide open as she bounces up and down.
“Room for one more?” I ask as I seat myself on the edge of the couch right next to the both of them. Roger turns to me and extends his hand out to me, giving me a fist bump.
“This kinda feels like dejavú aye Luke?”
I think about it for a second and almost instantly remember what he’s referring to. At my first Gathering, I ended up joining Roger and Gwen’s grandmother Ellen on this very same couch for some epic DP. I took that elderly hag up the ass while Roger filled her pussy.
I haven’t even told Roger anything yet about DP with Amy and he somehow already knew what I wanted.
“I guess this is dejavú,” I tell him as Amy slows herself down and stops on his lap.
“You want me next Luke?” she asks with her cute smile on her face.
Roger pulls Amy off of him as he gets up and begins to stretch.
“Actually....we both want you. Together. And I already gave you a heads up earlier....I want that tight asshole of yours.”
Amy gasps.
“Uhh....I mean yeah I know you did Luke...but ummm....my boyfriend...he’s not going to like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck Amy! You’re going to enjoy two large cocks inside both your holes and Jacob can’t say shit about it!
As a matter of fact....go get Jacob right now Roger....he needs to see this.” I point toward Jacob as I tell Roger to grab him for us. Jacob right now has Aunt Margie on her stomach lying flat on another couch with her fat legs spread wide open as he fucks her pussy from behind. I watch as Roger walks over to the two of them and gets Jacob’s attention.
“So.....” Amy leans over getting close to me.
“You really want to fuck me in the ass?” She asks me with a dirty little smirk on her face. Deep down inside, I had a feeling that she really wanted me inside her bum. Her lame boring excuse of her concern about Jacob disapproving was so half ass.
“You’re damn right!! Bend over Amy....lets get you ready.”
I grab a bottle of lube that’s on the couch and pour some on my hand. I then take the bottle and spill plenty of lube down Amy’s ass all around her anus. She’s bent over with her butt up high. I take two lubricated fingers and slowly reach into her asshole and shove them deep inside. Amy gasps a little, causing her sphincter to tighten up on my fingers. She starts to grunt as I slowly pull them in and out of her ass.
Jacob arrives at the couch with a look of disbelief on his face.
“Bro!! I thought we had a deal! You can fuck Amy all you want, but absolutely NO anal! That’s just for the two of us!” Jacob actually looked a little pissed.
I just continue to finger Amy’s asshole.
“Jacob.....I love you bro. But this is an orgy. You and Amy signed up for this. You’ve made it this far...and you’ve had the opportunity of a lifetime getting to fuck other women, young and older, in every hole you’ve desired. This is my time now with your girlfriend. And as you can see, my desire is to fuck her in the ass. Meanwhile, you’re going to sit and watch as I do so while Roger takes her up the pussy.”
Jacob looks at me in shock. Then at Amy.
“You’re ok with this babe??”
Amy just moans softly enjoying the sensation of my fingers teasing her ass from behind.
“Mmmmm....uhhh yes my love......mmmm....I would love to take two dicks at a time. I really want Luke and Roger to fuck me right now...and I’m getting wet just thinking about it....mmmmm....especially with you watching!”
I then get up off the couch as Roger switches places with me, sitting down. Amy climbs on top of him in the same position as before as she sits down slowly on his cock. I grab extra lube and squirt it all over my fat cock as I begin to stroke it up and down prepping myself for Amy’s tight bum hole.
Jacob stares at me stroking my cock. He knows he can’t stop what’s about to happen. He finally just takes a deep breath and shrugs it off.
“Alrighty then Luke....you have a valid argument. What’s fair is fair. I’m just going to sit and watch.” I nod at Jacob as I step in closer to Amy and Roger. Amy leans forward onto Roger as she reaches behind her, spreading her asscheeks.
“Ok Luke...I’m ready for you.” She tells me.
I stand right in between Roger’s legs as I take my cock and slowly shove it up Amy’s incredibly tight asshole. She screams loudly with every inch getting shoved deeper inside her.
“AGHHHHHHHH!!!! YOU’RE SO BIG!!!! FUCK!!!” Amy yells.
I look over to Jacob who’s sitting on the other side of the couch stroking his cock. He stares at Amy as she screams from the intensity of my cock up her ass plus Roger’s in her pussy. He likes what he sees. Time to put on a show for him.
I give Roger a thumbs up once I feel like I’ve stretched Amy enough to adjust to my monster deep inside her. He slowly begins to thrust his hips up and down fucking her pussy from beneath. I in return start to find a nice rhythm, as I grab Amy’s arms and pull them behind her. Amy screams with high pitch grunts and cries. It was beautiful! I was finally fucking my best friend’s girl up her ass and treating her like the whore she is!! As Roger and I continue to fuck Amy together, I noticed that most of the family were all staring at us. Maybe they enjoyed getting to see Jacob turn into a cuck right before their eyes as Roger and I have our rods deep inside both of Amy’s holes.
“Ahhhh....arrrrgghh....FUCK ME!! YES!! BOTH OF YOU....AGHHH!!”
Amy’s screams intensified as we do our best to increase our rhythm. I still hold her arms tight behind her back. I want to see her face though. I want Amy to look me in the eyes as she takes every inch of my cock up her ass. I want her to see her eyes widen and mouth gaped in shock as I shove my monster deep within her. Better yet! I want all her holes filled at once! Her screams were starting to become annoying and she could really use a fat cock in her mouth.
I pull out of her as she continues to bounce up and down on Roger.
“Fred! Get over here! This bitch needs a fucking cock in her mouth.”
Uncle Fred, who stands next to Jacob watching us comes and joins us.
Amy gets off of Roger and looks at the three of us.
“Hmm...the three of you? I think I’m up for the challenge. That ok with you baby? Want to watch me take three cocks all at once?” Amy looks at Jacob who continues to watch from the other side to the couch and stroke his cock with a big smile on his face.
“Take it away boys. She’s all yours. Just make sure you don’t give it to her too easy.”
Amy then gets onto the couch and gets on her fours. I climb on top of the couch and stand over her. Reaching down beneath me, I grab my cock and try to find her tight asshole with the tip of my rod. Mission accomplished! As I slip my way back into Amy’s bowels, I feel Roger’s body press up against mine as he shoves his dick deep into her pussy from behind. As Amy yelps once again trying to adjust to having two large dicks inside her, Fred from the corner of the couch grabs Amy’s face as he shoves the entirety of his cock down her throat. All three of us are now fucking this bitch together, violating all her holes at once. Amy chokes and gurgles on Fred’s rod as I slam my body weight up and down her on top of her ass shoving my monster deep into her arse as I can while Roger thrusts in and out of her pussy.
“Yeah!! That’s it! Fuck her!! Fuck my bitch girlfriend, all three of you!!”
Jacob shouts as the three of us fuck his girlfriend at once, encouraging us to continue. Uncle Fred thrusts in and out of Amy’s mouth throat fucking her as she begs for air. I feel Roger very close behind me violently shoving his rod in and out of her cunt. And I begin to slow my pace as I feel an orgasm approaching. My cock can’t take much more as Amy’s ass is just too tight, too sensitive. It feels so fucking good!! Roger eventually pulls himself out of Amy’s mouth as she screams and coughs desperate for air.
“FUCK!!! OHHHH I’M GOING TO CUM!!!”
She screams as she begs us to fuck her and cum inside her all at the same time.
“CUM IN ME!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! I NEED IT!! NOW!!!!”
Amy screams as her orgasm hits her hard.
I can tell Roger isn’t far behind as he starts to grunt and moan.
“I’m right there!! Almost there!! Luke you gotta cum with me bro!!” Roger starts to slow himself down, as his orgasm is approaching.
I close my eyes and take deep breaths. I want us both to cream inside this bitch together. My cock can no longer handle the sensitivity of Amy’s incredible tight asshole. My pace begins to slow down as I start to grunt.
“Ahh...FUCK!!!!” I yell as my orgasm hits. Roger screams too. We both reach our climax.
Amy is hysterical at this point, sweating, crying, and screaming.
“FUCK!! FUCK!!! AHHH!!!! I’m CUMMING AGAIN BOYS!!!! FUCK!!!!”
We all scream as we try to ride our orgasms out as long as we can. My cock is pumping, spewing my loads up her shitter as Roger shoots his load up her twat. We stay in our positions for a little longer trying to recover from the intensity our climaxes. I then feel Roger pull back away. I then climb off of Amy. She then turns herself over and lays on the couch completely drained. In doing so, she spills semen all over the couch dripping from her asshole and pussy.
I hear a round of applause. I look around to see what it is and it’s Jacob with Gwen and the rest of the family cheering Amy on.
“Congrats Amy! You took your first dp like a champ!” Aunt Margie says to her proudly.
“Don’t forget having a third cock in her mouth! Not one hole left abandoned!” Lisa says with a big smile on her face.
You would have thought Amy won an Oscar by the way the family was applauding and cheering on for her.
Amy smiles and raises a proud fist in the air as she lays down on the couch completely drained.
We all needed a break. It’s almost time for the VIP finale.
>>>
CHAPTER 9: INTERMISSION
>>>
Everyone stands around the refreshments table for one last break. We all just talk about our highlights so far of the night.
As I stand listening to a conversation Fred is having with Aunt Margie, Jacob approaches me.
“What a night Luke!”
“Crazy huh?” I tell him.
“This all feels like a blur! Like some kind of CRAZY intense wet dream fantasy!” he tells me excitedly.
“Bro...Gwen’s family are all a bunch of fucking freaks. They all take it up the ass like champs. Every single one of them!”
“Dude, here at the 2300 Gathering, these sexy beautiful women love dick in all of their holes!” “The dirtier the sex, the better.” I tell him.
“You were pretty chill when me and Roger fucked your girl. That was awesome.”
Jacob chuckles.
“All I can say....I was really hesitant at first but you both did well....I can’t complain about it. This has been a night I’ll NEVER forget!”
“The best part….this ain’t even the whole family! Wait until you meet Gwen’s older sister Abby and her grandmother Ellen! Complete FREAKS!”
Jacob and I continue to talk while we rest up. Just then, a butler comes back out with a silver tray with containers holding the blue and green miracle pills. I’m glad to see that as I’m still surprisingly erect after fucking all of the women here in this living room but feeling a little drained.
“Dude....is this miracle pill even safe? I’m still hard after all these hours AND my orgasms are more powerful each time I cum with big loads!”
I look at Jacob as he stares at the butler walking over to the Roger, then Fred, then Riley to give them each a pill.
“I say just go for it! You only live once. This is my third time attending the 2300 Gathering and I’m just fine! Besides, you want to give Gwen’s mom a nice cream pie for the finale! Take the pill and you’ll give Lisa a big messy load up her ass.”
The butler approaches the both of us.
“Pill for Ms. Lisa’s finale.”
We each take one. I grab a bottle of water, take my pill and hand the bottle over to Jacob as he takes his.
“Well here we go,” he says.
Instantly I feel an adrenaline rush in my body and my cock comes back to life getting incredibly hard as the blood flow in my cock is intensified with veins running up and down my shaft. I’m once again just as horny as when the night first started.
Moments later, I hear the sound of glass and silverware clinking. Everyone stops their conversations and look toward Lisa as she stands in the center of the living room.
“Ok everyone, the time has come. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. MY grand finale as the VIP!!!”
We all applaud and cheer as Gwen’s mom tries to hush us.
“Ok so you gents know the drill, I'm going to lay back into the love seat which is already conveniently placed in the center of the room, and one by one you're all going to release your loads into my ass...and ONLY my ass, no matter how much semen is overflowing!“
Another round of applause and cheering.
“It’s been a great night everyone! Special thanks to our guests tonight Riley, Amy, and Jacob and of course our returning champion....Luke!” Another round of applause.
“Ok everyone, line up. Luke you’ll be last to finish inside me. Riley too, I want you to join the men and fuck me!”
I look at Riley who turns to me giving me a wink. She was definitely one of my best highlights of my night so far.
Lisa takes her spot in the love seat in the center of the living room. All of us men and Riley are lined up to fuck her. Fred is first, then Roger, Riley, Jacob, and then myself. We each have a small bottle of lube in our hands as we prepare ourselves to fuck Lisa in the ass.
“Ok everyone...positions!” Lisa shouts from her seat. She has her legs spread out ready for the cream pie train that’s cumming her way. Aunt Margie stands next to Roger, Amy with Jacob and Riley, Ella and Gwen stand by my side.
“Ok....we are a GO!” Lisa shouts as we begin her VIP finale.
>>>
CHAPTER 10: FINALE
>>>
Uncle Fred walks up to Lisa and spreads her legs wider apart. He slips his cock easily up her butt and begins to fuck Lisa with all his might.
“YES! YES!! FUCK MY ASS FRED! CREAM MY TIGHT ASSHOLE!!! OHHH FUCK YES!!!”
As Fred fucks Lisa, the rest of the women become the fluffers for the guys. Margie is bent on the floor getting her fat pussy fucked from behind by Roger. Amy is on the floor getting fucked up the ass by Riley as Jacob stands behind Riley fucking her from behind.
I turn over to Ella, Gwen’s little sister.
“Bend down, I’m going the tear your pussy up.”
“Yes daddy!” Ella says with a smile.
Once she’s bent on the floor, I kneel down behind her, grabbing my monster and shoving all eight inches at once deep within her.
“OHHHH YES DADDY!!” Ella screams.
Gwen then stands on top of her little sister standing over me. She spreads her ass cheeks out and shoves herself back into my face.
“Eat my asshole while you fuck my baby sister!” she commands me.
With my tongue far up Gwen’s ass, I continue to fuck Ella as she begs me to fuck her harder.
“AHHH...FUCK!!!!!” Both Fred and Lisa scream at the same time as he arrives. Once his orgasm subsides, he pulls out of Lisa and walks away seating himself on a couch to watch the rest of the finale.
Roger is up next as he stands up leaving Aunt Margie walking over to Lisa.
“C’mon darling, stick it up my arse!”
Roger easily slides deep into Lisa as he begins thrusting in and out of her ass with aggressive force and choking her.
Lisa tries to moan as Roger is completely dominate over her.
I then pull out of Ella’s pussy and pull away from Gwen’s ass.
I instruct Gwen to get on the floor and lie on her back and Ella to stay bent. Gwen follows my instructions as she lies on her back. I grab her legs and put them high into the air as her butt is elevated. I grab my cock and shove it up her ass slowly.
“OH....FUCK!!!! YES BABY!!!” Gwen screams as I slowly pull in and out of her asshole. I reach over to Ella and place my hand on her ass. I take my thumb and shove it up her butt.
“Mmmm...yes daddy! Finger my butthole!”
I continue to fuck Gwen up the ass as Roger fucks Lisa, getting close to his finish.
“Fuck yes bitch!! Take my cock up your ass!!” He shouts.
“That’s right Roger!! Fuck this ass!! I love it!!” Lisa shouts.
Moments later, Roger screams out loud as he finishes inside of his aunt Lisa.
He lays on top of her to catch his breath for a moment before walking away meeting Fred and Margie on the couch to watch.
Up next is Riley. Jacob pulls out of her asshole from behind allowing her to stand up, as she pulls herself out of Amy. Riley walks over to Lisa and starts to kiss her. Both of them have their tongues in each other’s throats as Riley reaches for her cock and aligns it with Lisa’ ass shoving her small erect penis deep inside.
Lisa and Riley moan together as Riley starts to pump herself in and out Lisa. Lisa massages Riley’s breasts while they kiss lustfully.
Jacob now has Amy bent over and fucks her pussy from behind as he awaits his turn to fuck Lisa.
In the mean time, I pull out of Gwen’s ass hole and position myself over Ella, taking my monster and shoving my rod up her petite asshole.
Ella screams. “OHH!!! SHIT!! YES DADDY! Fuck this tight asshole!!!”
Gwen lays down in front of her little sister and shoves her cunt in Ella’s face.
“Eat my pussy while Luke fucks that ass of yours sis!”
Ella’s screams are muffled as she eats Gwen’s pussy. I hold onto Ella’s thin waist as I watch my monster pull in and out of her asshole. I feel like I’m splitting her open each time I shove myself up her little ass.
Riley continues to fuck Lisa and breaks their kiss when her climax is approaching. Riley starts to pound Lisa’s ass grabbing her thick legs for support.
“Yes!! Fuck me arse dear!! Yes GIRL!! Fuck this ass!! Show the guys how it’s done!!!”
Riley then screams as she hits her orgasm, ejaculating deep inside of Lisa.
When she pulls out, I see a messy trail of semen overflowing, spilling out of Lisa’s asshole, down her leg, and onto the floor.
“NEXT!” Lisa shouts trying to catch her breath. She’s incredibly sweaty and her legs shake as they’re definitely exhausted from being in the same position for awhile.
Jacob gets up and leaves Amy. Amy joins the rest of the family on the couch.
I then pull out of Ella’s ass.
“Suck my dick!!” I command her. Ella stands up. I see her knees are trembling. Most likely from the force of myself inside her ass. She is going to need a wheel chair after this from the fucking I gave her. And the rest of the men tonight.
Gwen stands up, giving me a quick kiss. She joins the family on the couch to watch the rest of the finale.
“AHHH!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!! OH SHIT!!! OH YES DEAR!!”
Lisa screams out loud as Jacob fucks her with all his might giving everything he has.
Ella chokes on my cock as I shove my entire shaft down her throat. When her face turns purple and tears pour down her face, I release my grip from her and give her the chance to catch her breath. I then let her go easy on me as she licks the tip of my cock swirling her tongue around. Her small hand cupping my sack underneath. She then starts to jerk me off while licking my ball sack. I felt a twitch in my cock as I knew an orgasm was not too far away.
“Ok Ella...that’ll be enough. Thank you.” I pull my cock away from her as she stands up. “Anytime daddy.” She stands on her tippy toes to kiss me on the cheek and walks over to the couch to watch.
“ARRGGGHHAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jacob has finished deep inside of Lisa’s bum.
He pulls himself away and falls to the ground behind him trying to catch his breath.
“THAT was INCREDIBLE Jacob!!” Lisa says exhausted trying to catch her breath. Jacob chuckles and gets up walking to the couch. My time has come.
“Ok Luke...time for your big finish!” EVERY ONE GATHER AROUND!!” Lisa shouts.
The family then circles around us as all eyes are shifted on Lisa and I.
I walk up to Lisa. I can see the mess of semen pouring down her asshole and leg.
“Finish me off Luke!! Top me off with that milk of yours!”
I stand over Lisa and grab her neck.
“Open your mouth you WHORE!!”
Lisa obeys and opens her mouth. I spit into her mouth and slap her hard across the face.
“Leave your mouth open!!”
Lisa opens her mouth again as I continue to spit down her throat and smack her face roughly.
She grunts.
“Mmmm.....”
I then reach for her pussy which is soaking wet. I don’t have to do much, as I feel her squirt all over my hand and my chest as I rapidly finger her pussy.
“YESS!!! FUCK!!!!! JUST STICK IT IN ALREADY!!!! I NEED YOUR COCK UP MY ASS!!!” Lisa begs me with this look of desperation in her eyes. She wanted me so bad. I’ll give her what she wants. I grab her and turn her over on the love seat. I want her to feel my cock as deep in her as possible.
With the family cheering us on, I spread Lisa ass cheeks wide as more semen spills out of her and down to her pussy. I grab my fat cock and aim it for her arse. I shove my entire shaft up her shitter at once, as Lisa screams.
“I’M CUMMING!!! MY PUSSY IS THROBBING SO SO SO MUCH!!!”
I begin to fuck Lisa from behind as fast as I can. I reach for her breasts as I feel them jiggle aggressively from the force of my thrusts. Lisa screams begging for more as the family stands around us cheering me on. I feel just how much semen is up her arse as my cock is incredibly slippery. Each time I pull my cock back I feel semen spill out of her asshole and down my shaft. I can’t take it anymore. Between the fucking I gave to Gwen and Ella just before, the intensity of Lisa’s orgasm, her screams, the feeling of leftover spunk of my cock as I fuck her tight hole, and the cheers....I knew my arrival was imminent.
With three more power pumps in about out of Lisa, my orgasm hits hard. My most powerful one of the night. The biggest load of the night!
“AWWWWWWWWW....FUCK!!!!! ARRGGGHH!!! I scream. Lisa screams.
“FUCK!!!! OH MY GOD!!! I FEEL IT!! SO MUCH....SO MUCH CUM!!!”
We scream together as rope after rope of my milk is shoot deep up her bowels.
My legs begin to tremble as I step back away from Lisa and almost fall backward. Jacob literally catches me before I fall back.
Lisa grabs her ass and spreads her cheeks wide open as she begins to push out all of our loads out of her. It’s a huge mess as load after load of jizz spills out of her ass.
“Look at ALL THIS MILK!! JUST FOR ME!! Thank you boys!! And Riley!”
We all begin to cheer and applaud.
“Well ladies and gents...this concludes the 2300 Gathering tonight.”
Another round of applause.
Lisa stands up off the love seat as she walks to all of us thanking each of us for participating tonight.
After Lisa’s finale, the Gathering comes to a close. Everyone begins to clean up. Gwen comes to me and gives me a big kiss.
“I’m going to shower. We can spend the night here if you’d like. I have a large bedroom big enough for us, Jacob and Amy.”
“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll meet you up there in a little while.”
Gwen gives me another kiss and then heads up to the showers with most of her family.
Jacob approaches Riley and mentions to her that he was ready for another round of fun. Clearly he didn’t get enough of her when she was his fluffer waiting to fuck Lisa. Riley giggles grabbing Jacob’s hand as he takes her to the couch where she and I fucked. The second pill was definitely in effect for the both of them as they each maintain their rock hard erections. I watch as Riley gets on top of Jacob and begins to ride him as he lays down in lustful bliss.
“I think it’s safe to say he really enjoyed this Gathering.” Amy says standing next to me.
“I think so too,” I tell her with a chuckle.
“You’re ABSOLUTELY rock hard!”
I look down and then right back at her.
“I’m still very horny too. That second pill I took is definitely in effect! Think Jacob will mind if I have your ass all to myself this time?”
Amy scratches her chin, “Hmmmm.....lets see.....I don’t care!”
And just like that, moments later Amy walks over to a wall and bends her knees and spreads her ass cheeks out wide for me. The night is young...why not?
I walk over to Amy and grab my cock and aim it for her welcoming bum hole.
The Gathering is officially over and I feel like my night is just getting started as Jacob’s girlfriend is thirsty for my cock deep inside her ass.
“Well....here we go.” Amy screams aloud as I force my thick member up inside her.
END.
Thanks to all for reading! Please leave a rating if you loved getting to read the sequel to my original 2300 Gathering story. I do apologize it took so long for me to complete it! Comment below as I do love feedback! More writing in the works! |
Title: 23Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Three: What's a Tree?
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Three: The ultimate male fantasy gets a booster shot from one of Harry's classmates and Another Horcrux Hunt!
Harry and Hermione ended up having to wait a week before giving Ron and Luna the Pensieve memory lesson. They had forgotten one vital ingredient in their plan: an actual Pensieve. The two young lovers had been so caught up with the notion of making a naughty educational memory for their best friends to view that they hadn't realized that they did not have a physical Pensieve basin for Ron and Luna to use. Harry had considered using Dumbledore's Pensieve, but didn't want to go to Professor McGonagall and ask /"May we borrow Dumbledore's Pensieve? Hermione and I made a Sex Educational memory and we need to show it to Ron and Luna." /So, Harry decided to buy a Pensieve of his own and ordered it through an Owl Order Catalog.
Once it arrived, a very nervous Harry and a blushing Hermione handed the Pensieve, with the silvery liquid already in it, to Ron and Luna.
"What's this?" Ron asked as he looked at the basin.
"It's a little something to help you two out," Harry answered cryptically.
"You mean like homework?" Ron inquired.
"Yes," Hermione said with a wink to Luna. "A very special type of homework."
Realization dawned in the blonde witch's eyes and it was clear that she knew what memory was contained in the Pensieve. Luna rapidly embraced Hermione and whispered a "thank you" in her ear. Ron, who was still looking at the swirling silver liquid, missed this interchange.
"Now remember to study this in private. And don't show this to anyone," Hermione concluded.
"Why wouldn't you want us to show anyone else?" Ron asked, still oblivious as to the Pensieve's contents.
"You'll see, Ronald," Luna said with a glow to her face. She wrapped her arm around her husband's and quickly led him out of Harry and Hermione's chambers. "Let's go study, my love."
A few seconds after their friends left, Dobby came strolling into Harry and Hermione's room with a tray piled high with food and the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. The house elf set their breakfast in front of them and Harry thanked Dobby.
"You's be welcomed, Harry Potter sir," the elf squeaked happily. "Dobby be thinking that Harry Potter's Weazy and Harry Potter's Weazy's big boobied Missus would be joining Harry Potter and the Great One for Breakfast. That be the reason why Dobby be bringing so much food; Harry Potter's Weazy be eating like a starved wizard. Several starved wizards, really."
"That was very kind, Dobby," Hermione said while she unfolded the Daily Prophet. "But Ron and Luna had to do something so they couldn't join us."
As Harry munched on some food, Hermione gasped aloud: "Oh no!"
"What is it?" Harry asked after quickly swallowing a mouthful of kipper.
"Voldemort's attacked again," she said and then read the article on the front page of the Prophet:
"You Know Who Strikes Again!
The dreaded Dark Mark hovering over Honeydukes Sweet Shop alerted authorities of an attack. When MLE and Aurors arrived at the sweet shop, they found that a struggle had ensued and that the shop's proprietor, Ambrosius Flume, and his wife were missing. It is believed that Mr. and Mrs. Flume were the most recent victims to be taken by He Who Must Not Be Named.
"The motivation behind the Flumes' abduction remains unclear. When Florean Fortescue was kidnapped, it was widely believed that the ice-cream maker was nabbed because of his in depth knowledge of history. However, Mr. Flume has been described as only knowing how to make sweets and is allegedly woefully inept in other fields. In fact, some of his friends believe that he is an idiot savant and could only make sweets. Why You Know Who would target this wizard and his wife is a mystery. Surely he could not have abducted them simply because of Flume's skill in baking sweets. The Ministry has downplayed the notion that He Who Must Not Be Named has an insatiable sweet tooth as being ludicrous."
/ /"He has to be stopped," Harry announced. It chilled him to his bones that Voldemort had struck yet again, this time at Hogsmeade; a short distance away from the school. "We'll go and destroy one of his Horcruxes tomorrow."
"I agree, but tomorrow? Hermione asked. "Isn't that a bit quick?"
"I've wasted enough time," Harry countered. "The longer I wait, more people get hurt!"
"I'm not saying we shouldn't go after them," Hermione replied, trying to placate Harry's growing anger. "It's just that we should take the time to plan how to get the Horcux. Which one should we go after?" Hermione asked.
"Well, not counting the one we can't seem to locate, there are three Horocruxes left including Voldemort. There's the locket that Zardoz has. And the one under the orphanage where Voldemort was raised," Harry responded. After a moment of thought, he added; "The orphanage probably has a bunch of hidden entrances and traps much like the ones Voldemort placed around the cave. I doubt that the locket has any traps around it. But we'd have to get it away from Zardoz first."
"All right, let's compare the difficulties of going after each one," suggested Hermione. "This Zardoz fellow is an unknown factor. We could explain to him why we need the locket and if we are lucky, he would just hand it over to us to save the world."
"But he could be a Death Eater or sympathizer who doesn't realize what the locket is," Harry sounded. "If he found out what it truly was, he'd never hand it over."
"So obviously, we can't tell him why we need the locket unless we do some major research into his background; see if he's had any anti-Muggle tendencies. Perhaps he could be bribed," offered Hermione. "Buy the locket from him."
"That may work. But Borgin said something about Zardoz being a collector of relics belonging to the founders. If he is a die hard collector, we'd have to give him a fortune. He might not even be willing to part with it for any price."
"Okay, so we can't go after Zardoz without doing some investigation and research," announced Hermione. "That leaves the one under the orphanage. You said that it could have a bunch of traps because of your experience in the cave. Exactly what kinds of traps were used in and around the cave?"
"Well, first, the entrance was hidden, like I said. Then we had to cross the lake, but we could only do so by crossing on a specific boat; a boat that was hidden magically no less. Oh, and the boat would only allow one magical person to cross at a time. Dumbledore said that he and I could cross because I was so underpowered that the charms and hexes on the boat wouldn't even recognize me as a wizard," explained Harry.
"Wait a minute," Hermione interrupted. "You're actually quite powerful, Harry. In fact, you're more powerful than many adult wizards."
"Yeah, but that's just because of the power boosting ritual I preformed," Harry pointed out.
"I'm talking about before the ritual," Hermione replied. "You were able to perform the Patronus Charm perfectly when you were only thirteen years old."
"Big deal; Tonks was able to do it easily," Harry said. "And she was depressed at the time."
"I think that may have been a fluke," Hermione argued. "Besides, even if it wasn't a fluke, she is a fully trained Auror. She has had three more years of training than most witches and wizards.
"Remember what happened when you were on trial for under-aged magic?" Hermione continued. "You told me that a number of the Wizengamot were gob smacked that you could perform the Patronus. We know for a fact that at least two members of the Wizengamot were so impressed that they talked to their family and co-workers: Amelia Bones told her niece, Susan. That's why Susan wanted to join the DA. And at least another member brought it up with the O.W.L. board because one of them specifically asked you to perform it during our DADA exam.
"Let's talk about the graveyard where Voldemort was resurrected," Hermione went on. "You threw off the Imperius Curse - an Unforgivable to which there is no defense. Added to that, the Imperius was cast by one of the most powerful wizards of our age. You also fought off a score of Death Eaters as you dragged Cedric's body back to the cup-Portkey, even though you were injured."
"So then why did the boat allow me to cross?" Harry asked. "If I was as powerful as you say, it should've recognized me as a full wizard and not allow both me and Dumbledore to cross."
"The boat did recognize you. It recognized you as Voldemort," Hermione answered.
"What?" Harry blurted out.
"Remember the prophesy, Harry. / '...the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,'" /Hermione quoted. "When Voldemort made the boat, he must've created the charms and hexes to disregard his presence. That way, he could hop on the boat and ride across the lake if he ever wanted to check on his Horcrux. And since he marked you as an equal, the wards and charms on the boat recognized you as being Voldemort himself and allowed you to cross with Dumbledore. Actually, I'm surprised that Professor Dumbledore didn't come up with that explanation."
"Oh," Harry said in understanding.
"So what other wards and traps were there?" the brunette witch asked.
"Well, there was the cauldron," he replied. "It was full of a green liquid. We couldn't touch the liquid, so Dumbledore figured out that someone had to drink it."
"Wait, what?" Hermione interrupted once more. "You couldn't touch it but Dumbledore somehow came to the conclusion that he could drink it? How did he come up with that? And if you couldn't touch it, how would you be able to drink it?"
"I don't know, he didn't tell me," admitted Harry.
Hermione looked at Harry as she chewed her lip, clearly deep in thought. After a moment she asked; "You said that the entrance to the cave and the boat itself were hidden magically. How did you find them?"
"I didn't find them, Dumbledore did," he answered.
"Did he tell you how he was able to find them?"
"No, he said that he was able to recognize Voldemort's handiwork," he replied.
"Damn that insufferable man!" Hermione cursed. "What was he thinking?"
"What do you mean?"
"He didn't tell you how you could recognize any traps that may have been placed around the Horcruxes," she explained. "This was important information and he didn't tell you anything. He didn't teach you any charms that would reveal traps or even how to get past them! And don't get me started on those asinine lessons he gave you last year. He wasted your time; instead of teaching you helpful charms and hexes, he spent a year showing you the magical equivalent to Voldemort's home movies."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Harry agreed. He started to feel a little angry at the deceased Headmaster. Harry was destined to face Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world, and all Dumbledore taught Harry was that Voldemort liked to collect things. How the hell that was supposed to be helpful was not clear to Harry.
Pushing his bitter ponderings to the side, Harry returned to the subject of which Horcrux they should go after next. "We should probably go after Slytherin's locket first. That one probably won't have any traps around it."
"Yes, you're right," agreed Hermione. "We'll send a post to this Zardoz and try to set up a meeting."
"Good idea," he responded. "Since he's a collector of founder relics, I can tell him that I'm the new owner of Gryffindor's Sword."
"You're not suggesting we swap the sword for the locket are you?"
"Oh, no. I was just thinking I could use the sword as an incentive to meet with us," corrected Harry. "I reckon that he would be eager to see it."
"I see. And when we meet with him, we can persuade him to hand over the locket," concluded Hermione.
Harry made his way over to the desk and wrote a quick note:
"Dear Zardoz,
I'm Harry Potter. I own the Sword of Gryffindor. You want to see it?
Harry Potter."
/ /Hermione took one look at Harry's post and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Let me handle the writing," she said as she began to write her own letter. "When I'm done, you can copy it."
"What's wrong with my note?" he asked. "It's direct and to the point. What's the matter with that?"
"Harry, it sounds like you're propositioning him," she pointed out. "'Hi, I'm Harry; wanna see my sword. Wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean?'"
/ /"Oh, I see your point."
Hermione's letter was much longer than Harry's and was filled with flowery words and phrases such as "Dear Mr. Zardoz..." "I would be honored..." /and "please...." /After Harry copied his girlfriend's note, he made his way to the owlery and had Hedwig deliver the post to Zardoz.
As they waited for Zardoz's response, Harry and Hermione busied themselves with research. The library had an expansive collection of past editions of the Daily Prophet which the teens scoured through in hopes of finding anything on the enigmatic Zardoz. Unfortunately, they could only find a few scant references to the wizard; in 1982, he had an appearance before the Wizengamot asking for permission to lead an expeditionary team into Hogwarts to find the Chamber of Secrets in hopes of finding artifacts from Salazar Slytherin. And in an editorial cartoon from 1991, a caricature identified as Zardoz was hopping up and down chanting/ "I've found the lost dill sandwich of Ravenclaw!"/
/ /Since their research into Zardoz had not proved useful in the slightest, Harry and Hermione turned their attention to the Horcrux located under the orphanage. They delved into any book they could find on ward detection and magical traps in preparation for going after the unknown Horcrux.
Three days later, Hedwig returned as Harry and Hermione were having breakfast with the rest of the school in the Great Hall. The snowy owl stuck out her leg for Harry and presented a reply from Zardoz.
"Thank you Mr. Potter for your generous offer. I would so enjoy seeing your relic, but I must take you up at a later date. You see, I, and all of my founders' relics, are on a world tour at this time. Currently, I am displaying my wonderful collection to very important people in //Belgium//. In the morning, I will head directly to the Gruenberg castle in //Germany/ to show them my precious relics. Then we are off to /Asia//. I will not be back to //England/ for three weeks. When I return, I will send you a post and set up a time when I can see your famous sword./
Zardoz."
/ /"Damn," Harry groaned out. "Three weeks."
"Perhaps we should go after the other Horcrux?" suggested Hermione.
"What about the wards and traps that might be around it?" he asked.
"Well, we'll just have to deal with any that come up," Hermione said. "Let's spend the rest of the week cramming, trying to learn as much as possible. On Saturday, we'll go after the Horcrux under the orphanage."
After classes that night, Harry and Hermione stopped by the library and fetched as many books on ward-breaking as they could find and returned to their chamber. A short while later, Ron and Luna joined them.
"I cannot begin to show my appreciation for what you two did for Ronald and me," Luna stated in her usual dreamy tone. "Because of that Pensieve, our love life has improved, much like the Spotted Tailed Mongoose-Bat's life improves when they migrate to Bolivia every year."
"Please, it was our pleasure," Hermione said as she picked up a sandwich from the tray that Dobby was carrying around the room.
"Still, Ronald and I are indebted to you two," Luna said and returned to her book.
"Oh, look here, this one describes that silly boat Dumbledore and I rode on," Harry announced as he read from a book titled "Potent Wards and How to Break Them." /"It's called 'Vacillatio Canna' or 'Don't Rock the Boat' /hex."
"I wonder if Dumbledore had come across that book when he was researching," Hermione pondered.
*
The night before they were set to go to the orphanage, Hermione suggested that they should perform one of the rituals that she had created. The ritual in question created an advanced and powerful constant Shield Charm. She theorized that it would take at least seven Stun Charms to bring the Shield down. If it was not destroyed, the Shield would remain around each of them for at least two days.
They figured that if they did the ritual that they would be protected if anything went wrong while they hunted the Horcrux.
The ritual itself was a very enjoyable activity. First, they wrote runes and other symbols all over each other's body with a mixture of cream and honey. Then Harry had to sit on the floor with his legs crossed and then Hermione straddled him. It was rather fun for Harry to have Hermione bounce up and down while grinding her hips into his.
Even though it was a very simple ritual, Harry and Hermione created a Pensieve for Ron and Luna so that they wouldn't perform it improperly (which, from previous experience, was a distinct possibility). The married couple successfully performed the ritual just minutes after Harry had given them the Pensieve memory.
Saturday finally rolled around and Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna met in the Great Hall before heading out.
"What kind of supplies should we bring?" Ron asked.
"Well, I have all the notes on ward detection and breaking that we've been taking all week," Hermione announced.
"I brought a number of healing potions as a precaution," Luna added.
"And the Shield ritual we performed should protect us," Harry concluded.
Harry was about to suggest that the group should get going when he was interrupted. As he opened his mouth to speak, Su Li (the exotic beauty from Ravenclaw) threw her arms around Harry's neck and planted a very deep tongue kiss on our hero. Harry stood there in shock; he had never even said a single word to the pretty witch and now here she was shoving her tongue into his mouth for some unknown reason.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded Hermione.
In response to the brunette witch, Su released Harry... and repeated the same act she had performed with Harry on Hermione. Harry watched in utter awe and fascination as Su wrapped her arms around Hermione and kissed the witch soulfully. Hermione's eyes bulged in surprise as the Asian witch forced her tongue into her mouth. And speaking of/ "bulging"/;/ the sight of two very pretty witches kissing passionately (even though one witch was "passionate" while the other was stunned) awakened 'Harry, Jr.'. /The raven haired wizard's jaw dropped open as all the blood rushed out of his upper head and ran to his lower one.
"I thought Su Li was dating Zacharias Smith," Luna commented.
"Eeep," Ron muttered in response. Even though Ron was no longer attracted to Hermione, it was still a common reaction for blokes to become transfixed by two pretty witches kissing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Su finally broke her kiss. With eyes shimmering with happiness, Su said to Hermione; "Thank you."
She turned to Harry and repeated he expression of gratitude before trotting off to Zacharias who was standing in the entrance of the Great Hall. When Su reached the wizard, Zacharias gave Harry a "thumbs up" signal before the couple ran off into the castle.
"That was weird," Hermione said aloud.
"Yeah... weird," Harry muttered while trying to ignore the image of his girlfriend being kissed by another witch. This was a difficult image to ignore seeing how it was very entertaining and was etched into his brain. Also,/ 'Harry, Jr.' /was demanding that Hermione should kiss Luna now for more entertainment.
"Why did she do that?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, did you enjoy that?" Luna inquired.
"What makes you ask?" the brunette witch returned.
"Your lips are quite puffy," the blonde pointed out.
"Well... I have to admit she's a good kisser," Hermione responded with a saucy smile.
And that smile sent Harry over the edge. He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked very briskly out of the Great Hall.
"You're really eager to get this Horcrux, aren't you," Hermione commented as Harry half dragged her.
"What Horcrux?" asked Harry as he led Hermione into a nearby broom closet.
What followed next was an evolved sort of "quickie". The couple didn't even undress fully; all Harry did was open his trousers and lowered Hermione's knickers enough to allow him access to her flower. You see, the standard "quickie" only consist of rapid intercourse and usually doesn't allow such niceties as "foreplay" or the mood-killing "talking." But Harry wasn't inconsiderate to his girlfriend's feelings; he was thoughtful enough to go down on Hermione for a bit before leaning her against the wall and shagging her rotten.
A few minutes later, the satisfied (and tousled) pair of Harry and Hermione came staggering out of the closet to find a satisfied (and tousled) looking Luna and Ron waiting for them. Clearly, Ron and Luna had copied Harry and Hermione's actions.
"You should kiss girls more often, Hermione," Luna suggested. "The boys seem to like it."
Serendipitously, both Ron and Harry began to push their respective lovers toward each other, silently urging them to kiss. It was as if both wizards had subconsciously thought that when Luna suggested that Hermione should kiss witches more often what she really meant to say was "I'd like to kiss you, Hermione."
"Harry James Potter, we have more important things to do," Hermione scolded.
/'More important than seeing two witches snog?' /his mind asked silently.
"We have to go destroy Voldemort's Horcrux," Hermione said.
"Fine," Harry grumbled.
*
The four friends took the Knight Bus to London and the orphanage where Tom was raised. The moment they got off the bus, Luna and Hermione began waving their wands in intricate motions. Each witch was performing various detection charms in order to locate the hidden entrance and any wards or traps.
A few minutes later, they found the entrance on the north side of the building, hidden behind several concealing charms. Thanks to the witches various charms, they discovered that someone needed to sacrifice a bit of blood to gain entrance - much like Dumbledore had done at the cave.
Harry conjured a simple knife and cut a small gash in his left palm. He smeared his blood on the bricks and a doorway suddenly appeared in front of them. A loud creaking noise emanated from the door's hinges as it slowly opened on its own.
Cautiously, the four friends entered the dark doorway. Their only light was from the light spilling in from the out side and Ron and Harry's wand tips. Luna and Hermione waved their wands as they walked down the dark corridor, checking for traps.
"Hold up," Hermione announced and everyone stopped moving. "There's something here," she said and pointed at the floor a few feet in front of the group.
The two witches worked in tandem as they waved and spun their wands at the floor.
"It's a tripping jinx," Luna stated and a yellow line appeared on the floor. Obviously, the line marked where the jinx was located.
"A tripping jinx," Ron said dubiously. "I thought it would be something dangerous."
"Actually it is very dangerous," Hermione added as she waved her wand once more. The floor just beyond the yellow line shimmered for a second before disappearing. A six foot wide section had been cut into the ground creating a pit. Harry could see some very large and nasty spikes jutting up from the floor. It was clear that if they had walked down the corridor and had not noticed the tripping jinx, they would have fallen into the pit and impaled themselves on the spikes. Even the Shields around them would not have protected them.
Hermione perform an anti-tripping charm on the yellow line to cancel out the jinx while Harry conjured a wide plank across the pit. The raven haired wizard stepped on the plank and led the way over the pit. Once all four friends were on the other side, they came to a door.
The witches began waving their wand once more. Every once in a while, one of them would announce that they had found a trap and then disable it. At one point, Hermione found a nasty hex called/ "The Flesh Melter". /She had to consult one of the books she had brought along before she could successfully disable the trap. All in all, Luna and Hermione had to deal with seven traps and wards placed on the door.
After the wards and traps had been disabled, Harry opened the door to reveal a long stairway that led down into the ground. As the foursome (no, not that type of foursome - there will be no partner swapping in this story so don't get your hopes up) traveled down the stairs, the witches busied themselves by constantly checking for traps.
After walking down for a few minutes, Luna asked "I am curious Harry, why didn't the Headmaster show you how to detect wards or traps when you two went to that cave? I understand that you had private lessons with him all year long. Why didn't he teach you anything about such things?""
"Because he was too busy showing me home movies," he snapped bitterly. "All I learned was that Voldemort liked to collect things. I didn't find out how he made the Horcruxes or any clues as to where he might've hid them, but I do know ol' Tom's a pack rat.
"The one thing that bothered me most of all was the Pensieve memory of Voldemort's mum," Harry continued on his rant. "Did the fact that she was some sort of emo kid have an impact on Voldemort's life? Was the reason Voldemort was evil because his mom was abused by her father and she ensnared Tom Sr. No; she died a few minutes after he was born so he had no idea how horrible his family was until after he met. But he was already an evil bastard because he had killed Myrtle by that point. What was the point of making me sit through that silly memory? Dumbledore told me it was because Merope had given up on life and therefore Voldemort turned evil. How does that make sense, he was less than an hour old for pity's sake. She said /'Name him Tom' /and then died! For all Voldemort knew, she could've died crossing the street to get him milk."
"I might have some input on that, Harry," Luna began. "As I have said before, Ronald told me about the prophesy concerning you and He Who Must Not Be Named and I think that particular Pensieve memory has some insight on it. You see, Merope, the mother, lusted after Tom, the father; she was not truly in love with him. She saw him as a rich man who could take her away from her horrible life. It didn't hurt that Tom was easy on the eyes. So she used a potion or an Unforgivable to bewitch Tom into believing he was in love with her, which was a lie. Therefore, when You Know Who was conceived, it was done so out of lust and lies - literally. So even in conception, You Know Who did not know love, the power you have Harry, and the power he knows not."
"Oh," Harry muttered as understanding settled in. "I never thought about that."
"Why the hell didn't Dumbledore think of that?" Hermione griped.
"Um guys, this is fascinating, but I think I heard a hissing sound," Ron announced with a bit of fear in his voice.
Everyone became silent and Harry strained his ears. A moment later, a sound drifted up from the darkness.
"I am so-o-o bored. There's nothing to do," Harry heard a voice say.
"I hear hissing too," Hermione whispered.
"It's a snake," Harry said. It was clear to him that it had to be a snake waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs because his friends had heard hissing while he heard a voice clearly.
"What kind of snake?" Ron gulped.
"Dunno," Harry replied. "But I reckon that Voldemort put it here to guard the Horcrux, so it's probably a nasty one. You three wait here."
Harry continued a few feet further before activating his parsletongue abilities.
"Hello," he said to the darkness.
"Who's there?" the voice demanded.
"Um... your master," Harry replied. He was hoping that he could fool the snake into believing that he was Voldemort.
"No you're not," the snake snapped. "My Master has a high, girly voice, you don't."
Thinking fast, Harry back-tracked, "Did I say I was your Master? I meant I was sent by your Master."
"Really? Did you bring my virgins?"
"Ah, no... fresh out."
"Damn, he promised me virgins," the snake pouted.
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of snake are you?" Harry asked. He was hoping that it wasn't a Basilisk. But judging by his infernal luck, it would be.
"What kind? I'm a bored one, I am," the snake moaned. "I've been down here doing nothing besides eating rats. I want to nibble on a virgin... I was promised a virgin, damn it!"
Slowly and silently, Harry crept down the stairs. The snake continued to grumble and gripe and Harry drew closer and closer. Soon, he approached a massive cavern carved out of the rock. In the middle of the cavern was a table covered by a red cloth.
"All I want is one lousy virgin," the snake complained from the shadows surrounding the table.
Even though the monster was cloaked in shadows, Harry could tell that it was easily twenty feet long and it had a bright red plume sticking out of its head. As silently as he could, Harry turned around and trotted back up the stairs.
"Is it a Basilisk?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," he answered. It was significantly smaller than the last one he had faced, but he was positive that it was the dreaded Basilisk.
"So what? Harry's killed one and he was only twelve," Ron stated.
"Ron, it was luck. And if Fawkes wasn't there with his healing tear drops, I would've died," Harry pointed out. "I'm not pressing my luck again, especially since I don't have a phoenix handy."
"We can drive it off," Hermione suggested. "It's afraid of roosters; their crow can kill them. If we make it believe there is a rooster here, it might run away."
"We can't just let it get away," Harry stated. "It's too dangerous to let live."
"He's right," Luna agreed.
"Well then we'll just have to kill it," Hermione concluded. "We distract it by making it think there's a rooster here and while it's trying to get away, we hit it with a few Blasting Hexes."
"Good plan," Harry said as he drew his wand.
"All right, Ron start clucking," ordered Hermione.
"What?" the red haired wizard shot back. "Why don't you do it?"
"I'm a girl not a boy. A rooster is a male chicken, I can't make male chicken sounds," she argued.
"Then why doesn't Harry do it?" Ron asked.
"He's a parslemouth, we need him to listen to the Basilisk to see if the monster buys it so we can sneak up on it," Hermione pointed out. "We can't do that if he's clucking."
Ron frowned before acquiescing. "Fine, I'll do it."
The red haired wizard began making soft clucking sounds.
"Louder, Ronald, it can't hear you," Luna urged. Ron added a little more volume to his efforts. "Louder Ronald, louder."
Egged on by his wife, Ron let out a very loud crow.
"That's it!" Luna cheered with a chuckle and a rosy bloom to her face. "Again! Again!"
As Ron continued to cluck, Harry turned to Hermione and asked; "You really don't think the basilisk could tell the difference between you and Ron clucking, do you?"
"No," Hermione admitted. "I just wanted to see Ron act like a chicken."
"Ronald, flap your arms like wings! I'm sure it will help you sound more convincing!" Luna passionately suggested. Ron rolled his eyes before complying. Luna giggled and Harry knew that she too had wanted to see Ron cluck like a chicken.
Slowly, the four friends made their way to the cavern. As they got nearer, Ron became more impassioned and louder. It was as if he was truly getting into the role.
Ron let out a loud crow and Harry heard the snake exclaim: "Holy shit! Is that a rooster?"
"Yes it is," Harry replied using his parseltongue. "It must've gotten in when I opened the door. Sorry about that."
The basilisk let out a startled yelp and Harry could hear it slither away.
"Bloody hell, I'm out of here," the snaked said in a panicky tone. "Screw my Master; first he won't give me a virgin and now a freaking rooster comes strolling in."
Cautiously, Harry peaked into the cavern and saw the giant snake had its head wedged into a small hole; it was trying to squeeze itself into that hole in an attempt to escape. Harry gave the signal that it was safe to enter the cavern. As Ron continued to cluck, Luna, Hermione, and Harry circled around the snake's body. The three leveled their wands at the snake and shouted the incantation for the Blasting Hex.
In retrospect, Harry realized that it was a bit of overkill - literally - having the three of them blast the monster. The job could've been easily accomplished by either him or Hermione alone thanks to their power boost. Not only did both Harry and his girlfriend hit the monster with super charged Blasting Hexes, but Luna had hit it with her own normal hex. The giant monster was blown into a fine mist... a mist made entirely of blood and magical monster bits. The gore rained down on our heroes; coating their robes, hair and exposed skin.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Hermione murmured. Even though Harry couldn't see the color of her skin thanks to the thick layer of blood, he reckoned that her complexion was a sickly green.
"I wonder if this Basilisk blood is as good of a moisturizer as Ronald's semina-" Luna began. The blonde witch was interrupted by Hermione retching out the contents of her stomach on the floor. Apparently, the mention of Ron's spunk had sent the brunette witch over the edge.
Being a good boyfriend, Harry knelt down next to Hermione - who had fallen to her knees - and held her hair back as she continued to vomit. Although he did wonder why he bothered; it's not like Hermione's vomit would have made her hair a worse state thanks to the goo that was basilisk in it. Once she was finished, Harry waved his wand and magically cleaned the blood off of everyone.
With a quiver in her voice, Hermione said, "Let's get this over with so I can take a nice hot bath."
Luna and Hermione began to wave their wands once more. After a few moments, Hermione stated: "There's no traps. Apparently, Voldemort thought the Basilisk was enough protection."
Harry nodded his head and approached the table. When he was four feet away, giant trees popped out of thin air. There were dozens of yew trees formed in a tight circle around the table blocking Harry from his target.
"What the hell; I thought you said there wasn't any traps?" Ron asked as he eyed the trees.
Hermione waved her wand and said "There isn't. In fact, I'm not detecting the trees at all; as if they aren't there."
"How can that be?" Harry asked as he reached out and touched the rough bark of one of the trees.
"Perhaps they are nothing more than an illusion," Luna offered. Before explaining herself, Luna walked toward the tree and did not stop when she came close. She proceeded to walk through the trees as if they weren't there.
"Luna?" Ron shouted in confusion and fear after his wife disappeared behind the trees.
The blonde witch's head popped out of the tree, the rest of her body obscured by the foliage. "Just as I thought; a very complex Illusion Charm. It is so powerful that your mind actually thinks it is touching something when you run your hand across it."
"Well, how do we get past it like you did?" Harry asked.
"Don't listen to your mind," she offered and she disappeared behind the trees once more.
"Oh, that's helpful," Hermione groaned. /"'... don't listen to your mind...' /Thanks for that."
"I think she means that we have to realize that the trees aren't real," Harry sounded. "Recognize that they aren't there and that belief will offset the illusion."
Harry closed his eyes and imagined the cavern the way it was before the trees sprang up. Slowly, Harry blindly walked to the table. His body tingled slightly as he passed through where the rings of trees were. When he opened his eyes, Harry found Luna standing next to the red draped table smiling.
"Hermione, it worked," Harry called out. A moment later, Hermione came through the trees.
"That was weird," the brunette witch said off handedly.
"Okay, here I come," Harry heard Ron say. A second later, a thud sounded. "Ow, that hurt," Ron shouted.
Clearly, Ron had failed to counteract the illusion and walked directly into the trees with a painful effect.
"Ron, you have to realize that the trees aren't there," ordered Hermione.
"That's what I did," he replied bitterly.
"Try harder, my love," Luna said dreamily.
"How the hell am I supposed to try harder?"
"Try imagining that not only that these trees don't exist, but all trees," offered Luna. "Pretend there is no such thing as trees; they don't exist."
Harry heard Ron begin to fervently chant "I don't believe in trees. I don't believe in trees. I don't believe in trees."
A few moments later, Ron walked through the illusionary trees. Harry turned back to the table and grabbed the red cloth.
"Let's get this over with," he said and tugged the fabric off of the table.
Placed in the middle of the table was what appeared to be... something. A very small something, minuscule even. Whatever it was, it was no bigger than the pad of Harry's thumb.
"What is that?" Hermione asked as she pointed at the tiny item.
"Oi, I know what that is!" Ron shouted out, snapping his fingers as if he recalled seeing a similar item. "That's a wizard's anvil!" Ron made this declaration as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Judging by the lion engraved on the side, I'd say it was Gryffindor's anvil to be precise," added Luna from her spot behind Harry.
"Lion? How the hell can you see that?" Harry asked as he bent over to get a closer look. On one side of the so-called anvil were a few scratches. He strained his eyes even further and saw that the scratches could be interpreted as a drawing of a lion. "How'd you see that?"
Luna silently responded by simply pointing at her large and protruding blue eyes and stating, "How I see everything; with my eyes, silly."
"That's not an anvil," Hermione argued. "Anvils are large and ... bulky and ... and obvious things."
"Why would an anvil need to be large?" Ron inquired.
"Because a blacksmith uses it to fold and form metal items by striking hot metal on it with a hammer," Hermione explained.
"Oh, I see, you're thinking of a Muggle anvil," Luna said. "This is a wizard's anvil."
"I've always thought that an anvil is a pretty stupid thing," Ron added. "I mean, they're so useless that most people don't remember them. Heck, even if a family has theirs on display, most people either don't see them or intentionally ignore them. The whole idea of an anvil is stupid, if you think about it. Why would a wizard need one?"
"Well, what about in a forge or something?" Hermione thought aloud. "Wouldn't Gryffindor have needed one to create his sword, or at least to repair it?"
"Why?" Ron quickly countered. "He was a wizard, wasn't he? He would've just used the appropriate spells. Heck, even we've learned how to turn one item into another. So why would one of the world's most powerful wizards use a Muggle method? He wouldn't; he'd just create the sword and then add a self-sharpening spell to it."
"But if a wizard didn't need an anvil to work metal, why have one at all?" Harry asked.
"It's for show," Ron explained. "It's usually a family heirloom that's passed down from generation to generation. Heck, even we have one back home, from mum's side. It sits on the mantle above the fireplace."
"Wait, I've been to your place a load of times and I've never seen any anvil," Harry said.
"No wonder, it's only a little larger than this one," Ron said as he pointed to Gryffindor's anvil. "Don't worry about it, Mate, no one pays attention to anvils in the magical world, they're small, insignificant and meaningless."
"You're right, Ron," Hermione stated. "I guess the idea of an anvil in the wizarding world is downright inane."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, shrugging his shoulders. Sometimes, the magical world made no sense at all. He wondered why anyone would want something like this anvil; it was too small to even notice. "It seems to me that only an idiot would've looked for an anvil," he decided.
Pushing his ponderings to the side, Harry drew out his sword and swung at the anvil... and missed. He swung the blade again and still missed the target. The anvil was so small and insignificant, that Harry, even with his excellent eye-hand coordination, had trouble hitting it. Finally, Harry was able to cleave the Lilliputian anvil in two, easily destroying the Horcrux.
The four friends turned and made their way out of the cavern. As they walked up the stairs, they discussed the other Horcruxes.
"So that leaves two more besides You Know Who," Luna said.
"Yes, we know that one, the locket, is in the possession of Zardoz," Hermione stated. "But we still don't know where the last Horcrux is."
"Well, maybe you two can do that hand-job ritual again," Ron offered to Harry and Hermione. Harry leapt at the idea of doing that activity again - for any reason.
"For some reason, we only see blackness when we do it," explained Hermione.
Harry remained silent, lost in his thoughts. The nagging feeling that wherever the last Horcrux was located was familiar in some way weighed heavy in his mind.
"And then we have to find a way to get Voldemort, too," added Hermione. "Even if somehow we miraculously find out where the missing Horcrux is, we can't just walk up to Voldemort's castle and ask him to come out so we can kill him, can we?"
"We'll hurdle that obstacle when we get to it," Harry said as he led his friends over the plank suspended over the pit of spikes and out of the dark corridor. Over his shoulder, Harry saw the door magically disappear, as if the door never existed.
"I'm hungry," announced Ron as the group walked onto the street outside the orphanage.
"How can you possibly be hungry, Ron?" asked Hermione. "We had breakfast less than three hours ago."
"Well, we just successfully destroyed a Horcrux," Ron defended. "That took a lot of energy."
"All you did was cluck like a chicken, for pity's sake," Hermione expounded. "Luna, Harry, and I did all the actual work."
"Hermione must I remind you? Even though Ronald only pretended to be a chicken," Luna began and added to Ron "And a wonderful chicken at that," before turning back to Hermione, "before we went on our little trek, Ronald and I had sex." Once again, the blonde witch turned to her husband and added, "Wonderful sex at that."
"Actually, I'm kind of hungry myself," Harry stated as his stomach growled.
"I smell fish and chips," Ron said as he sniffed the air. "Over there!" the red haired wizard said and pointed down the street.
Sure enough, past the crowd of Muggles walking on the sidewalks was a fish and chips stand.
"All right fine, we'll grab a snack," Hermione assented.
The four friends began walking down the street when Harry saw someone exit the crowd of people ahead of them. Something in the pit of his stomach told Harry that he should hide. Listening to his instinct, Harry pushed his friends into a shadowy alcove.
"Harry, what-" Hermione began.
"Hush," Harry ordered.
The man's black robes billowed out behind him as he walked briskly. He continuously looked around him; trying to see if anyone was following him. His large hooked nose gave him the appearance of a bird of prey. Thankfully, the shadows concealed Harry and his friends from the approaching man's vision.
Harry watched silently from the shadows. The person walked down the other side of the street and slowly came into view. Harry heard both Luna and Hermione gasp and he felt Ron tense up.
"Snape," Harry hissed.
To Be Continued |
Title: 23 and Me
Tags: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Humiliation, Spanking
Introduction:
This is a spanking fantasy story with touches of amputee fantasy mixed in.
Content:
This story is primarily about spanking and is TOTALLY a fantasy. If you are dumb enough to actually try this at home, you will discover that your breaking point is well below Joan-e’s 460+. But if you are smart enough to read this as a fantasy– and accept it as such– you will enjoy it. And whether you enjoy giving or receiving OTK hand spankings, reading this story will give you a nice, warm, internal glow as you think about Joan-e’s glowing red ass.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician.
Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Joan-e MCallister was a rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club, a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an idea of her mother’s) and then a hyphenated last name (also her mother’s idea). But the nurse, misunderstanding the name as the mother said it, blurted out, “That sounds like two names!” In response, Joan-e’s father said, “It’s supposed to be hyphenated.” And so it was.
The second strangeness about Joan-e came about because of her fascination with being spanked. She and her boyfriend Kevin had played out some scenes, and both of them knew that she loved being spanked. ... No, that isn’t true, she hated being spanked, but it turned her on beyond belief and she loved being turned on. She especially loved the explosive orgasms that followed her spanking-induced euphoric state.
She also loved her third strangeness, which was flashing people or somehow making herself visible in public while she was naked. She had even done the order a pizza and answer the door naked thing. When the pizza arrived and the delivery person was not a male, Joan-e said glumly, “Oh, it’s a girl.”
The pizza girl, however, said, “That’s not a problem,” as she reached out and stroked Joan-e’s already dripping snatch. Then she said, “I get off at midnight. I can come back here and get you off at least three times by one.” Joan-e just stood there with her mouth open, but Kevin said from behind her, “And I can get you off at least twice in the same time period.”
Kevin eventually split with Joan-e to move in with Pizza Girl. That’s when Joan-e discovered her third thrill and fourth strangeness. She gradually learned that she loved taking risks, especially risks involving semi-sexual payoffs. For example, she would bet on a football game or basketball game or almost anything with the guys at work where she was a receptionist in a stock brokers office. There were eleven men... and her in the office. Almost all business was conducted over the telephone or at the client’s home or business, so it was just Joan-e and the brokers. Usually the bet with the guys was “$25 if I win; if I lose, I come to work with no underwear.”
All of the men knew of the bet or were in on it. Joan-e might end up with a couple hundred dollars, or she might end up sitting at her desk with her dress hitched up and her legs spread so the guys could see that she had lived up to the bet. Once she bet it all on a Super Bowl game and ended up sitting naked at her desk for a whole week. That week a dozen of their best clients “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of their special clients.
Making the bets would get her juices flowing, but having to show her cunt to everyone in the office caused her to tremble and shake with arousal. So, every hour or two, she would go into the restroom to “splash some cold water on my face.” At least that’s what she told her boss. What she actually did was to strip totally naked, lay on the restroom floor, and finger herself to an earth-shattering orgasm.
It was boyfriend number two... or maybe he was number three... that first took her to The Club. The sounds and smells of sex... and humiliation... and pain... were in the air as soon as they came through the front doors. Joan-e was already at the edge of orgasm by the time they entered the darkness of the main room. David had a table near the front. A good friend of his was a member and had gotten them a VIP visitors pass.
As they sat with their drinks and watched the various acts and performances by the Masters, Mistresses and subs, David leaned in close to her and said, “You would like to be up there, wouldn’t you?”
When she didn’t reply, he added, “It’s written all over your face, Joan-e. I’ll bet you would love to get up there and get your naked ass whipped.”
He was actually kidding, but she wasn’t when she made her first bet with him. “You can spank me for as long as you want,” she said firmly, “and if you break me, you can fuck me right there on stage.” She waited for his gasp and gulp to subside and then added, “... and if I cum you can fuck me in the ass.”
“And if you don’t?” he said in a slightly shaky voice.
“Then you buy me a new outfit,” she chirped back.
David immediately excused himself to go talk to the stage manager. When he came back, he said, “We’re on next.”
After a Dom in black leather finished flogging her boy-toy slut, the emcee came up on stage and announced loudly, “We have a club virgin appearing on stage tonight.”
She broke at spank four hundred and fifty-five. Her butt was all purple and swollen as David flipped her off of his lap and dropped her to the stage. She gasped loudly as her tortured ass hit the stage floor. She continued to gasp as David drove into her sopping cunt. David wasn’t known for his endurance– except at spanking– but she still orgasmed twice before he grunted loudly and drove himself hard into her cunt.
She never told David, but she hadn’t broken. The pain hadn’t gotten beyond what she could handle. The pain hadn’t even yet gone from pleasure-pain to pain-pain. The reality was that she was afraid that she could no longer hold back her orgasm.
She and David repeated their performance at the club a dozen or so times before they broke up. Once, she even let it go past four hundred and fifty-five, just to see how long she could actually go without orgasming. On swat four hundred and seventy-one, she suddenly arched into a bow and began screaming and wailing on David’s lap.
Before her wails had died down, David had slipped out from under her and draped her over the chair. Then kneeling on the floor behind her, he drove into her virgin asshole in one push. There was plenty of lube flowing from her pussy, but her ass was very sore and her rosebud, itself, was dry and still very tight from the contractions of her orgasm. The additional pain triggered a second orgasm and then the realization that she was being fucked... in the ass... in public... on stage... triggered a third.
After that, spanking alone wasn’t enough for David. Neither was normal fucking when Joan-e called “Uncle.” He wanted her to orgasm so he could again take her ass on stage. He was so obsessed with her ass, that he lost interest in the spanking routine. It was his persistent nagging for her to do an anal show at the club that finally caused them to break up.
Because of a superb body and a wise choice of parents, Joan-e was always able to heal in three or four weeks after one of her and David’s marathon spanking performances, so the people at the club learned to expect a monthly performance. But Joan-e and David were no longer a couple. Two months came and went and Joan-e and David did not perform. Four months passed, and then six.
Finally after almost a year, Joan-e approached the club management with a proposition for a one-girl show. Well, it wasn’t one girl. It was Joan-e and twenty-three men. She called it “23 and Me.”
The Club received no cash and didn’t directly handle the betting, so it was on the gray side of legal– which a lot of activity at the club also was. The setup was this. Twenty-three men each bet $25.00 that they could break Joan-e. Each man got twenty swats. There was a drawing to determine who went first and each man delivered five swats at a time. If she broke before the fourth round of men finished, the man who broke her got to fuck her on stage like David used to. As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. Almost always, the night ended with Joan-e walking out of the club with a very sore ass and $575.00. Occasionally, she would scream out, “Uncle! Uncle! I can’t take any more!” and the lucky man would flip her over and drop her onto the stage like David used to. Then he would pound into her cunt while she screamed and wailed beneath him.
Some people thought she was screaming in pain. Others thought it was passion. The reality was that it was a little of both plus some showmanship to keep things interesting. Once or twice, she faked an orgasm during the spanking and was fucked in the ass. No one caught on that, when that happened, she was always over the lap of the least-endowed man among the twenty-three.
Most of the time, the four hundred and sixty swats would complete and she would give a big bow to the audience in the club. That was always followed by an even deeper bow facing the back wall so that the people at the tables could appreciate her swollen, red and purple, and almost bleeding rear end. Then, as she left the stage, she would select one of the men– or women– to take home with her. She would always tell them that it was a consolation prize for being such a good spanker, but the reality was that she was so horny from being spanked that she needed someone or something to relieve her distress or she would explode.
Joan-e was always in control... except for that night when the old sailor limped up to the stage to sign up for the bet drawing. The fact that he was old was obvious. The fact that he was– or had been– a sailor was revealed when his name was drawn for the spanking session.
As usual, more than 23 potential participants came forward. Joan-e was standing at the table naked while an assistant wrote the person’s name on a slip of paper and added it to a large jar. After everyone had signed up, Joan-e would go up on stage and slowly draw names from the jar, reading each one aloud, until she reached 23. The assistant remained at the table to actually take the money for the bet from those who won the drawing.
When the 23rd slip of paper was drawn, Joan-e called out loudly, “Sailor Sam,” and everyone in the club laughed. They laughed even louder when he held up his hand as he walked forward and said loudly, “I am what I am.”
Joan-e– and everyone else– couldn’t help but notice that he had muscular arms and huge hands.
When the laughter died down, he said loudly, “Why don’t we make it fifty dollars a man and everyone gets to fuck you if you lose?”
“It would have to be one hundred and fifty for that to happen,” Joan-e replied rapidly, “but I don’t think the rest would agree to it.”
She cringed slightly as there was a loud chorus of shouts saying “Yes, we would,” or words to that effect. Joan-e swallowed hard and looked around the club. She took a deep breath and then said, “OK, this one time. One hundred and fifty dollars each and if I break, you all get to fuck me.”
This was definitely going to be a night where she didn’t break. She would be leaving with over three thousand dollars at the end of the evening. ... Or, at least, that was the plan.
The twenty-one men and two women gathered in a group at the side of the stage to strip off. Part of Joan-e’s rules were that they had to remove their pants, dresses or whatever so that she lay over their naked legs. She instituted that rule after getting cut by something in a man’s pocket. When she was scratched rather badly by some stars on a denim blouse, she added the requirement that tops also had to come off.
Some of the 23 bettors that night stripped down completely. Most stripped down to their underwear. One of the women stripped down to a very tight, black leather bikini bottom... so did one of the men.
When Sailor Sam stepped out of his trousers, he left his right leg behind. A young woman who worked for the club ran up and handed him the pair of crutches he had left with her. “I assume,” he said, “that you didn’t want me to leave my prosthetic leg in place. The harness would be very uncomfortable to lay across.”
“No, that’s fine,” Joan-e said with a forced smile. She was starting to think that Sailor Sam was pulling something. She just couldn’t figure out for sure what it was.
The first round of spankings was rather routine... at least for Joan-e. She made sure that she yelped or whimpered for at least one of the swats in each of the 23 sets of five. It was too early for a gasp of passion to be believable. Normally it took around 50 swats for the pain to become pleasure-pain and 150 to 200 swats before the pain went from pleasure-pain to passion-pain. In any case, round one, despite some very accomplished spanking, was primarily acting on Joan-e’s part.
The second round was a little different. One of the women hit very hard, and every swat was exactly in the middle where Joan-e’s asscheeks met her legs. If her legs were a little wider apart, the woman would have been spanking her slit. The way it was, each spank shot through her like an electric spark that somehow originated from her cunt. One of the men was hitting so that only his fingers, and not the palm of his hand, was striking her ass. It felt different. She wasn’t sure whether or not it hurt her more, but she was pretty sure that he would have a swollen hand in the morning.
Sailor Sam was again the last to spank. For some reason, he sat very still before he began to spank. Then he slowly pushed her farther and farther out on his lap. Suddenly she could feel the end of his stump rubbing her pussy. He was able to move it so it rubbed from the base of her slit all the way to the top. In fact, he seemed to be able to hold it exactly under her clit as he spanked. She was moaning quietly by the time he finished his fifth swat... and she wasn’t acting.
Before he let her go, he leaned down close to her and whispered softly, “You will cum like a banshee on the fourth round.”
Maybe if he hadn’t said that... or perhaps maybe if Joan-e didn’t think so much about it as the other twenty-two contestants smacked her ass... maybe, just maybe, she would have been able to get through the entire four rounds of spanking. The way it was, she nearly lost control at the end of the third round as Sailor Sam’s stump again rubbed and bounced against her clit with each of his five swats.
This time, before he let her up, he whispered in her ear, “Next round, fourth swat, you explode.”
Have you ever tried not to cum? Some really submissive sluts can put off their orgasm like a well-trained dog balancing a dog biscuit on the top of their nose. Then the Master says “Cum,” and they explode. Joan-e had never been trained not to cum. She wasn’t a submissive slut, she was a pain slut... specifically she was a spank slut and Sailor Sam was uniquely equipped to simultaneously drive both the spank side and the slut side of that well over the edge.
Fourth round, twenty-third spanker; five swats left; Sailor Sam stopped to lightly rub Joan-e’s flaming ass. “I’m going to count them down backwards,” he whispered in her ear and then he slammed his huge, calloused hand hard into her left asscheek.
“Four,” he said loudly.
The audience was confused, but not Joan-e. She knew exactly what he meant and was visibly shaking with fear and with pre-orgasmic tremors.
“Three” he said even more loudly with the next slap.
Joan-e responded with a loud grunt through her clenched teeth. Her hands had risen off the floor and were out in front of her like Superman flying through the sky. Her feet were an inch or so off the floor.
“Two” he said and the whole club joined him in his count. Most had no idea why he was counting, but they loudly called out, “Two!” anyway.
Joan-e was now arched almost in a bow. Her fingers and toes both pointed toward the ceiling of the club.
Sam took advantage of Joan-e’s position to shift her slightly on his lap so he could press even more firmly into her cunt with his stump.
“One!” the entire club yelled loudly as Sailor Sam’s hand slammed down exactly in the middle of Joan-e’s ass, driving her clit hard into the stump of his right leg.
There was no doubt that on the four hundred and fifty-ninth swat that evening, Joan-e orgasmed. Sailor Sam held her hard in place as she thrashed and screamed. He continued to hold her until her wail slowly faded out. Then he said, loud enough for the audience to hear, “Time to prepare that asshole for a thorough buggering.”
One of the club slaves ran forward and handed Sam a tube of lube. Joan-e lay collapsed over his lap as he opened it and squirted a generous glob between her flaming asscheeks. As he used his fingers to open her rosebud and prepare it, he said loudly, “I think we need a large cushion or a cushioned chair.”
Another club slave brought a big round Ottoman up on stage and set it on end so that it looked like a portion of a barrel.
“Perfect,” Sam said as he positioned Joan-e over it.
“I’m going to let the others loosen you up,” he said softly and motioned for the first drawn name to step forward. Joan-e didn’t realize it at the time, but that was a very good choice. Spanker number one wasn’t a micro penis, but he was well below average. Sailor Sam squirted additional lube before each participant. He also made both women select smaller dildos for their strap ons. When they resisted, he said firmly, “We don’t want to damage her before we get to the end of the line.’
Sailor Sam was the end of the line. Joane-e was thoroughly loosened up and more than a little sore when he slowly pushed his huge salami into her ass. “Just imagine that I am pushing my stump all the way into your pussy,” he whispered, “and you will enjoy this.”
She more than enjoyed it. She burst into her greatest orgasm of the night as Sailor Sam slowly pushed a prick that matched his huge hands in and out of her ass.
That was the last night that Joan-e MCallister appeared at The Club. It was also the end of her sports bets at work. When the stockbrokers pressed her for a reason, she replied, “I’m a married woman now. I’m Mrs. Sailor Sam.”
Her husband’s name, by the way, really is Sailor Sam. His parents, Mr & Mrs Sam had a weird sense of humor and named him Sailor. With a name like Sailor Sam, he was destined to make the Navy his career, which he did until he lost his leg in the line of duty.
People sometimes whisper as she and Sailor pass on the street, or snicker behind their backs as they eat in a restaurant.
“What would a young woman like her see in an old man like him?” they say to each other. But the neighbors know. Several times a month, they can hear the sounds of a spanking coming from Sailor Sam and Joan-e’s flat. And those sounds always morph into the loud moans and keening wail of an intense orgasm.
Joan-e Sam is a very regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and having a one-legged husband almost twice her age who knows how to make her howl like a banshee.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
END OF STORY
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = |
Title: 23 FIGHT RIGHT 24 QUICK 'N SLICK
Tags: True Story, Boy, Male / Females, Mind Control, Non-Erotic, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]23
FIGHT RIGHT
Sean phones Rachel to tell her he invited Roxanne to the beach with them.
Popping an artery, “You did what!?”
“Think about it. Her ideas about you and Jeff are unfair, and may be dangerous. What better way to help her change her opinion.”
“And what better way to get her back into your life, at my expense!”
“Do I hear some lack of self-assurance, Rachel. Are you gonna put a fence around me so I can’t get away?”
“I want to. But you’re right…on both issues.”
“I seriously doubt that she’ll come though. Maybe the invitation alone will soften her a bit.”
“Maybe, Sean. But next time talk to me first, OK?”
“I agree. I didn’t think of it through, until I was talking to her, and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. It felt urgent.”
“I agree…now, my love.”
24
QUICK ‘N SLICK
The Cubs are relieved that Juan, the Cardinal ace, doesn’t go to the mound to start the game. Soon it sinks in that they will have to face him later. Jeff walks to the plate realizing how important it is to get off to a good start. He feels the pressure, so he takes a deep breathe and tells himself to stay focused on what needs to be done. He carefully watches the lefty pitcher throwing warm-up pitches. Each time he pitches he falls toward the third base line.
As Jeff steps into the batters box, he sees the infield playing for a bunt. He taunts them by squaring around into a bunt position. As the pitcher delivers the pitch, he quickly steps back, ready to swing away. He holds up but the pitch is called strike one. Now he crowds the plate in a hitting stance. They still play for a bunt. Again the pitch comes to the outside edge of the plate. Smoothly Jeff drops the bat into bunt position, bunting hard to the right side of the mound. The pitcher’s momentum takes him away from the bunt. By the time he changes directions, the bunt rolls past him, as well as past the shallow first baseman. Alertly the second baseman had run to cover first base, but now watches the ball roll through his vacated position. With a sour look on his face, the short stop retrieves the ball in the shallow outfield. Seeing Jeff running for second base, he quickly turns, throwing the ball to the base in time to beat Jeff. The only problem being—there’s no one covering second base, which is why Ricky, the current base coach sent Jeff to second. Now he continues to third as the ball continues into foul territory. Alex, the third base coach, frantically waves him on. The throw home is late and off-line. Score 1-0.
With the pitcher looking frustrated, Jose walks on five pitches. Michael laces into one to third that’s caught. Jose dives back into first as the throw comes. Safe is the call. Karim walks on four pitches. After the coach talks to his pitcher, the first pitch to Fred comes down the middle. Upper cutting, Fred lofts a high fly to left. The left fielder runs hard but then watches it sail over the fence, to make the score 4-0! The coach replaces the pitcher, but not with Juan. He stops the rally cold. Pitching through two more innings, he allows no runs.
So Juan comes to the mound in the fourth, down only 4-3. After a quick strikeout, Jeff steps to the plate. The Cardinal coach instructs two outfielders to play infield, so that they have four infielders in regular position and two looking for a bunt, and a lonely center fielder. It sure makes sense—not many can hit a fair ball against Juan.
Jeff walks to the dugout fence. Sean says, “You have a quick bat. Take a strike; then swing away. Swing hard and see what happens.” The first pitch is a blazing fastball in tight, called strike one. This scares Jeff; thinking that ball could really hurt! Then he remembers to just focus on what he has to do. Another scorcher, but heading to the outer half of the plate. Jeff swings a little late, but hard, lifting it lazily down the first base line. The first baseman steps back and jumps but the ball goes over his outstretched arm. He looks down and sees the ball hit the foul line.
Jeff speeds around first base, as the first baseman and center fielder race to the ball. As Jeff races past second, the shortstop moves all the way to the first base line, to relay the ball home. Jeff gets a green light at third, as the shortstop receives a good throw, then fires the ball perfectly to the plate. Glancing at the ball, Jeff immediately stops in his tracks. Jeff would have been a dead duck, as the catcher handles the throw cleanly.
Jeff scampers back to third, watching the eyes of the third baseman. Sensing that the catcher has thrown the ball, Jeff stops and hightails it to the plate again. The third baseman hastily catches the ball and throws home in the same motion. Jeff slides into home as the catcher makes the tag. However, the ball had slipped out of the third baseman’s hand and the catcher merely tried to fake Jeff into stopping again. With the score 5-3 the Cubs can afford to give up one run in the Cardinals last three times up.
Juan doesn’t get rattled, striking out Jose and Michael. For the Cubs, Karim takes over at the mound. Facing the bottom off the order, he gets the Cardinals one, two, three.
Karim leads off in the fifth. He had been practicing on fastballs at the batting cages. Yet he strikes out. Now he restrains himself from slamming down his bat. Fred steps in, deciding to crowd the plate. A fastball will not intimidate him. Juan, likewise not to be intimidated, sends a letter-high blazer for the inside corner. It tails inside, hitting Fred’s jersey as he turns away from the pitch. The umpire instructs him to take first base on the hit-batsman. Fred hustles to first, even if it looks like slow motion.
Ricky, likewise, comes to the plate confident, to Sean’s delight. After two strong swings, he knows now to protect the plate. The next pitch is outside enough to take for ball one. Guessing that Juan doesn’t want to hit him too, he looks away. Sure enough it might be outside but to close to let go with two strikes. Just going with the pitch he lines the ball over the second baseman’s head into the gap. The center fielder hurries the ball in, so Fred is held up at third base on Ricky’s one out double.
Realizing that he’s now pitching to the bottom of the order, Juan fires pitches down the middle, not wanting to risk giving up a run on a passed ball. In three pitches he strikes out Clyde, and Roy likewise, leaving the runners stranded. Sean’s comforted in the thought that they, at least, are near the top of their order for the last inning.
But now the Cardinal’s have their top for the bottom of the fifth. They get psyched, as they know this is their best shot in getting back into the game. Three runs would give them the lead. The leadoff hitter grounds back to the pitcher. Karim tosses to Jose for an easy out. Then a double follows back-to-back singles. Trying to stop the tying run from scoring, Michael smoothly grabs Alex’s throw and fires home. Blocking the plate with one foot, Fred receives a waist high throw. Applying a two handed tag, Fred thinks, “I got him!” Showing the umpire the ball in his mitt, the call is, “You’re out!” The Cubs scream ecstatically, as the Cardinals feel crushed.
Sean goes to the mound to talk to Karim. He’s been blessed with a third string pitcher, Jose, who does well under pressure. But he decides to stay with Karim. A hard grounder to second, hitting a rut, bounds over Jeff’s glove into center. Tie score. The batter advances on the throw home, putting the go-ahead run at second.
Sean makes the pitching change. Realizing that Jose may want to pitch too carefully to the sixth hitter with weaker hitters following, Sean let’s Jose know that a walk would also guarantee seeing the top of the order in the last inning. Jose gets him to ground routinely to second. Jeff stumbles, but grabs the ball and tosses to Karim at first for the third out.
“Trying to give us heart failure, eh,” Sean says to Jeff in the dugout.
Smiling, “Yup!”
Giving him a hug, “Way to stay with it. Jeff, you’re up second this inning. Now we need a run to get the lead back.”
“Sure thing, Sean,” Jeff replies as he put on a batting helmet. With one out the Cardinals play their regular positions for Jeff. Bewildered, Jeff looks at Sean.
“They’ll give you first base, no more,” Sean hollers, but then mouths out, “Look for high pitches.” Jeff nods that he understood that. They had talked long ago about the strategy of pitching high to a bunter. High pitches are harder to bunt. Of course, high fastballs are real tough to bunt.
The first pitch is high, ball one. The next is high, ball two. The next comes down the middle, strike one. The next, with Jeff pulling back his bunt, is just to high, ball three. Juan grooves another fastball, Jeff taking all the way, strike two. Another blazer comes well into the strike zone, with Jeff half-swinging a foul ball toward the dugout. Four more fastballs turn into half swing foul balls. Looking flustered, Juan throws a change-up in the dirt that the catcher fails to block. Jeff hustles to first base on the walk, then is waved to second. The catcher throws to second, but no one covers in time. Jeff continues to third. Again he gets waved on. Jeff doesn’t try to look at the play behind him, as that would slow him down. Eyeing the catcher, he anticipates an off-line throw and scores standing up. Juan slams his glove down. His coach bangs his head against the fence repeatedly. The Cubs have the lead back!
Juan calms down, striking out Jose again. With two outs, Michael decides that Juan doesn’t want him to get around on a pitch, so looks to the outer half of the plate. The pitch is there, but Michael fouls it back. Looking away again, he gets it, and gets all of it. Michael crushes it to the opposite field. Will it stay up there? Yes! Home run. Score 7-5. The Cubs have an insurance run.
In the bottom of the sixth, Jose knows to pitch strikes to the bottom of the order. A surprise bunt goes to Karim charging. He throws to Jeff covering first. The throw pulls Jeff off the base. Now a ground ball to first. Karim steps on first for the out and throws to second for a possible double play. The throw hits the runner and scoots away. The runner reaches third base standing. Sean tells Karim, “Good play!”
Karim says, “Yeah, right!”
“Really! One run means nothing to them. They need two. It was worth it to try for another out. Now we play for the easy out! Everyone. Get the easy out! On 0-2, Jose gets the batter swinging at a low pitch for strike three. Now there are two outs, but the top of the order. After two quick strikes, Jose tries to put extra on the pitch, but slips on the pitching rubber and the pitch hits the batter.
Sean makes sure the fielders understand that if they get the runner on first out trying to steal second, the game is over—no need to worry about the runner on third scoring. The 1-1 pitch gets hit hard up the middle. Jose deflects the ball in a fine fielding effort. Jeff quickly adjusts, fields the ball, and flips to Michael for the force out, ending the game. The Cubs go wild! The sorely disappointed Cardinals become gracious losers. |
Title: 23 Ways To Eat Your Lover
Tags: Information, Male / Females
Introduction:
You don't need imagination, just read my manual
Content:
23 Ways To Eat Your Lover
This guide will be difficult, using verbal descriptions only. But the men out there, and a few women, need to know this stuff. How did I learn? I had some very inventive girlfriends, and I had a healthy obsession for prostitutes. I call it healthy, because I was never forced to rape a woman, molest a child, or pick up some diseased woman whom nobody else would touch. Since my looks resemble those of Abe Lincoln, I am not a woman’s first choice for romance. Even with that against me, I slept with more than 350 women. Fifty were one night stands, three were wives, two were year-long girlfriends and one fiancé. Approximately 500,000 dollars worth, were prostitutes. God bless them and the services they provide. I have never treated a prostitute with anything but respect. I believe we should cherish these women and protect them with laws and medicines. They keep your wife and sister from being raped, and your children from being molested. They taught me everything I have learned about sex and I am passing it on to you.
Fortunately, each time I paid for a hooker, I said the same thing. “Teach me something new.” They did, and I listened. So this is not a made-up, imaginary list. Some parts of the techniques may vary, depending on your weight and flexibility. And you may find some downright disgusting. Take what you need and leave the rest. First of all, remember this. Before you visit the dentist, or eat a woman, SHAVE. Five o’clock shadow hurts like a bitch the next day. It hurts inside and out. Never go down on a woman unless you have shaved within an hour. Now that you have my bonifidees, I will get on with it.
Outline: Some descriptions are very similar, with slight variations. I had to throw them all in for your benefit, as a reminder that they exist. There are five main directions in which to eat a pussy. The normal position, the rear position, and the 69 position. A favorite and little-used position is the side attack, usually while laying on the left or right leg. And the side facing position is another option where the woman lies on her side, and kinks her upper leg to allow you access.
And remember something that every unfortunate lesbian knows. Your craving for sex and a woman’s period will never coincide. Imagine how hard it is for two women with periods to get a bite in. Sorry ladies. But you can have limited oral sex during a period. If you disregard a doctor’s advice and are willing to douche during a period, do so immediately before sex and insert a tampon. Warn your partner to stay away from the little white tag. If you won’t douche, and I wouldn’t advise it, put the tampon in first, then douche the outside. Concentrate on the clit, that’s the most important thing anyway.
And one more piece of advice. You may want to read this to your partner. A guy’s hormones are driven by a hard cock. As long as his cock is hard, he will do almost anything. But if he comes and his cock wilts, HE WILL NOT EAT PUSSY. He will stop and apologize, feel bad and look hurt, but for 99 percent of the guys, he will not be able to eat pussy once the hormones are gone. He will feel sick at the thought. This reaction will probably last for about 15 to 30 minutes.
1. Side position with a bowling ball grip: This is by far most women’s favorite position. Use it often. It is a simple and fun position for both parties. The woman must lay on her back with her legs spread wide. You lay across her right or left leg with the main objective being to lick her clit. Wet your thumb and middle finger with a lubricant, either natural or from a bottle. Insert your middle finger into the woman’s ass. Insert your thumb into her pussy. This last step is hard for some people and you may want to use alternate fingers until you feel comfortable.
Now lick the woman’s clit, while shoving your finger and thumb into her orifices. You can push and pull all at once, but will probably prefer to alternate, pushing one finger in while pulling the other out. Resist the urge to use more than one finger.
2. Position 2, same position as 1, opposite leg.
3. Insert one finger into her vagina, circulate your thumb over her clit, suck and lick her tits or kiss her lips or neck. This is especially good afer you have come prematurely.
4. Let’s fall back to the normal method. Facing the woman on your stomach, with her legs spread. Unless you are a lesbian, or your wife has trained you well, you are doing it wrong. Yes, it’s overused and very boring but it doesn’t have to be. If you remember what a woman wants, and do it right, she will enjoy it more. And you will enjoy making her jump like a dog on a leash. Just kidding.
(Do not be too rough. It’s good for you, but bad for her.) Start slow, sniff, blow hot air into her pussy, kiss the area between her pussy and inner thigh, and take your time. The slower you go, the better she will cum.
Lick the area around her pussy, cover the pussy lips well. The area between the pussy and inner thigh is very sensitive. It must be stimulated, but avoid using your tongue. It’s too sensitive for that. You want to make her cum, not giggle and push you away. This goes for the ass cheeks too.
Open her pussy with your thumbs. There are four areas to concentrate on. There is a very sensitive area at the very top of her pussy in the inverted V. Lick this and she will get almost as much thrill as licking her clit. But spend only a small amount of time on each area. Move on to her clit. Push the sheath down with your thumbs or your lips. Stimulate the clit inside with your tongue, or suck it into your mouth repeatedly. You can lick it with your tongue while holding it in your mouth. Now stop and move on. The pee hole is sensitive, but not necessarily the way you want it to be. Don’t spend much time there. Now you have reached the glory hole, the vagina itself. There is not much you can do here, but stick your tongue inside and wiggle it, or let her fuck herself on your tongue, But this hurts after a while. You will feel like your tongue is getting ripped out of your mouth. Get out of there and flick your tongue back and forth through the pussy until you reach the top again, then start with the pussy lips once more. You will continue this until one of two things happen. She gives you further instructions such as “lick my fucking clit,” or you feel she is nearing an orgasm, in which event you would move directly to her clit and finish her off.
5. Position 5 is like 4, forward facing, but use a finger to stimulate her ass.
6. Same position, insert a finger into her pussy. Use two if she asks for more.
7&8. Same positions, but substitute a vibrator for the fingers.
9. Same position, put a butt plug into her ass, use a vibrator on her vagina.
10. Same position, one last time. Use a butt plug in her ass or pussy, use a vibrator on her clit, kiss her breasts, lips, ear, and neck.
Let’s change ends. Let’s go to the 69 position. This is a great position for a guy and a girl, harder for two girls unless the bottom girl’s head is propped up with pillows at just the right angle. Other options are to use the arm of a couch to prop up the bottom girl’s head, and for the top girl to lay across the arm or lay with one leg propped on the back of the couch. It gets uncomfortable too for the top girl in these ways. But most girls know this, so I will speak to the guys again.
11. 69 position. Guy on the bottom. This is a very limited position, but very likeable for the obvious reasons, you are both being satisfied at once. The girl has a great deal of control over your cock. Open her pussy and lick everything, as I explained in paragraph 4. Continue this until she says different, or until you feel your orgasm coming. If you do, you know you can’t eat pussy after you cum, intensify your attack by sucking and tonguing her clit. If she doesn’t cum and you can’t bring yourself to eat her any more, (like most of us), roll her over on her back and use a finger on her clit while you concentrate on kissing her lips, neck, or breasts. I can assure you, she won’t mind.
(Warning. There is one drawback with being on the bottom. Some women are extremely juicy and you may find yourself downing. Once your nose becomes filled with sticky juice, it’s hard to breathe. Roll her over on her back, blow your nose on something, and continue eating.)
12. 69 position. Guy on the top. Preferable for many reasons. Juices will not fill your nose and eyes, and you can use your hands in other regions as explained in later paragraphs. A drawback is that she will have less control over you cock.
13. Same position, but use a finger in her pussy or ass. Have her raise her leg so you can curve your hand around under it. Unless you are extremely gifted and double-jointed you will probably not be able to stimulate both her ass and her pussy at the same time with fingers. If you can, go for it.
14. Same position with a vibrator in pussy or ass or butt plug in ass, vibrator in pussy. I would keep both in stock.
15. This is the last and most exotic way to 69, as you may have read in my stories. I have a wife that is 4'10" tall. I probably would never try this with anybody larger. Sit on the edge of a bed. Have your partner kneel on the bed beside you with her ass facing you. Wrap your arms around her ass and lift her until her shoulders are resting on your legs. Have her wrap her arms around your legs for safety reasons. Move her forward until her mouth is on your cock. Now hold her firmly while eating her pussy. This is the weirdest position you will ever use and the results are unexplainable for your partner. Due to the rushing blood and loss of feeling, it will feel like her pussy is detached from her body, but she will still receive delayed feelings from her pussy. I know, it sounds crazy. It will take her longer to cum this way than normally, so her orgasm will be tremendous, if you can stick with it all the way through. Chances are she will end up on her back and you will be fingering her because you came first.
16. Rear position. This is probably my favorite position when I meet a new women. The first time I meet a woman I like to do her ass. I’m weird, that’s why I write here. Have the woman lay on her face with a pillow under her chest for comfort. If she’s not comfortable, she won’t let you stay in her rear for long. Now spread her legs wide and lay between them. Open her ass and begin licking it. Use the thumb of your right hand on her clit. Lubricate it first in her vagina or with saliva.
17. Similar position, with her abdomen over a pillow you will now have access to her asshole and her pussy. Lick both alternately.
18. Lick ass, use vibrator in pussy.
19. Both kneeling. Have her kneel in front of you, kneel behind her. You can eat her conveniently before you stand on your knees and fuck her like that.
20. Her standing, you kneeling. Have the woman stand with her back against a table or the wall. Have her spread her legs wide and eat her using all the techniques learned in paragraph 4.
21. Have her stand facing the table or wall, eat her ass and use your fingers in her pussy. You can also use a vibrator.
22. Girl laying on her side, facing man with leg kinked. This is ideal for many things, it is good for doing a 69 on a pregnant woman, or in a daisy chain with 3 or more people. This is also good for a fat man as it is difficult for him to eat a pussy while laying on his stomach.
23. Girl laying on her side, facing away from the man with upper leg kinked. This is an ideal position for access to the ass with a finger or vibrator.
There are more, but they resemble the first ones so closely that they are not worth writing. The most interesting method I have ever seen is a girl who could eat herself. If any of you girls can go down on yourself, you can make a million dollars making movies. Ask the Porn Lords.
One note for the old men out there. Haven’t had sex in a while because you can’t get it up. I am a professional writer. I once wrote medical manuals for doctors. There are two ways you can have sex without a hard cock. Oral sex and vibration. Most single old guys have trouble getting oral sex. Vibration may be the answer. Put a sock on your dick, get a back massager and stick it down in your underwear, and you will have an orgasm. It’s a sick subject, so I can’t think of a better place to talk about it, than in here. |
Title: 24Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Four: Grime and Punishment
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Four: Snape reveals the truth that everybody already knew.
"What's he doing here?" Ron spat through clenched teeth.
Harry's blood was boiling with rage as he watched the man who had betrayed and murdered Dumbledore walking just a few feet away. Harry wanted to rush up to Snape and hex the traitorous bastard into oblivion.
Before he could react, Harry saw Snape pull a small knife out of his pocket. He watched as Snape cut open his own hand, much like Harry had done shortly before. The greasy git wiped his hand, smearing his blood onto the hidden doorway. The young wizard watched in bewilderment as the door magically appeared, and Snape vanished into the hidden hallway.
"What d'you think he's doing?" asked Ron, in a more confused than normal tone.
"Maybe he is checking on the Horcruxes for You Know Who," suggested Luna.
"Why would he?"returned Hermione. "Voldemort's never checked on his Horcruxes before. Why should he start now? Unless... unless Voldemort has figured out we're destroying them and he's having his minions check on the remaining ones! But why would he send one of his followers to do it? This could be bad," the brunette's voice grew worried. "Oh, no. What if Voldemort found out what we're doing and is using his minions to move all of the Horcruxes to a more secure location?"
"Well if that does happen, all you have to do is rub another one out of Harry and track them down again," Ron offered off-handedly.
"Ronald, don't use such crude language," chastised Luna. "'Rub one out,' how low. The correct phrase is 'wank him off.' And you forgot to add 'and take it in the face.' That's the proper language for this situation. I thought you knew better than that."
"What are we going to do, Harry?" Hermione asked, clearly trying to ignore Luna and Ron's exchange.
"We capture him, that's what," Harry said flatly.
The three friends stared at Harry for a full two seconds before Ron stated in an overly sarcastic way; "Oh, just capture him. That should be easy. Bloody easy I should say."
"Harry, Snape is an experienced duelist and a master Legilimens,"informed Hermione. "He'd take us out with little effort. The four of us wouldn't be much of a challenge, even allowing for both of our power boosts. He'd be able to see our moves through his Legilimency and block them or even stop us before we finished our incantations."
"If we play our cards right, we won't have to duel him," Harry said as a sly grin stretched across his face. For the first time since Snape appeared, Harry turned and faced his friends. "We set some traps and snatch him. Hermione and Luna, you two know more traps than Ron and I do. Lay as many traps right outside the door as you can. Leg-Lockers, Binding Jinxes, Disarming Traps, anything you can think up."
"Do you think that'll work?" asked Luna.
"Why not?" returned Harry. "For all Snape knows, he's disarmed the traps outside the exit. He won't be expecting any new ones when he comes out."
Without another word, Luna and Hermione dashed toward the hidden entrance and immediately began twirling their wands about, casting trap after trap on the area just outside the door. Every few seconds one witch would suggest a trap to cast to the other; "Try Finnegan's Folly right there"or "How about Carmen's Bumbler, it's an oldie but goody" to name a few. As the two witches worked as quickly as they could, Ron and Harry had their wands out and leveled at the door, ready to launch hexes and jinxes in case Snape were to come out while their witches incanted.
A few minutes later, Hermione and Luna, satisfied that enough traps were laid, rejoined Harry and Ron in the shadows across the street. All four stared at the invisible door in silence, almost willing Snape to come out so they could capture him. Thankfully, the teens' patience was not tried too much.
The door popped into existence less than a minute after Hermione and Luna had completed their task. Harry could almost hear the old hinges of the door creak from across the street as it slowly opened. A sour and disappointed looking Snape was framed in the dark doorway. He glanced to his left and then to the right, sneering at the empty space in front of him. Satisfied that no one was watching, the Potions Master stepped out of the doorway. The moment his foot touched the ground outside the door a loud bang echoed through the air.
Two things happened at the exact same time. First; Snape's feet were tugged backward, as if an invisible rope had pulled violently on the limbs; making the surly wizard pitch forward. Second, Snape's wand sprung from his hand and soared through the air. It clattered on the ground a dozen feet away from the greasy wizard.
As Snape continued to pitch forward, he tried to break his fall by placing his hands in front of him. This attempted act of self-preservation only triggered two of Hermione's and Luna's traps. A Body Bind hex caused Snape's limbs to snap together while Levicorpus hoisted the wizard into the air by his ankles.
A victorious smile appeared on Harry's face.
"We did it!"cheered Hermione.
"You doubted my plan?" the bespectacled wizard said with a false air of disapproval.
"Oh, will you ever forgive me for my transgressions?" returned Hermione with an equal helping of irony.
As the four friends moved in a group to the immobile and inverted villain, Ron added to Harry's and Hermione's interchange. And Ron, being Ron of course, missed his friends' tone and spoke with sincerity. "Of course we beat him. We knocked his arseout in our third year, remember? And all we used was just an Expelliarmus; a simple charm we learned in our second year."
A few feet away from their dangling detainee, Ron gasped, as if an epiphany came to him. "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you defeated You Know Who with an Expelliarmus, Harry."
"Don't be asinine, Ron," Hermione glared at Ron the way an instructor stares at a lovable dim-witted child. "Voldemort's the most feared and powerful dark wizard in a century. A simple Expelliarmus can't defeat him. It is a disarming charm; it doesn't really do much to an opponent if one is able to think on their feet."
"But, what if-" he began to defend himself.
"Ronald, Hermione is right," Luna said softly and kindly... like the way an instructor speaks compassionately to a lovable dim-witted student. "To even think that such a childish spell could defeat someone like You Know Who is just plain dumb, my love."
Ron's shoulders slumped in defeat. Feeling sorry for his best mate, Harry patted the red haired wizard on the back. "If my life wasn't in mortal danger during aduel with the most powerful and feared wizard of our times, I would definitely try to cast an Expelliarmus on him, Ron."
"Thanks, Harry,"Ron smiled.
Turning his attention away from his lovable dim-witted friend, Harry stared angrily at his former potions professor.
"Looks like justice will have its day, you bastard," Harry threatened.
Snape's fathomless black eyes narrowed on Harry's. Harry knew that the git was using Legamcyto probe his thoughts, but the young wizard didn't care. In a few moments, he'd bodily haul Snape to the Ministry so they could chuck his arse in Azkaban.
"You destroyed theHorcrux," stated Snape.
"Yeah, I did," the raven haired wizard said in a dismissive manner. "And a few of the others as well. Your master's time is running short," he finished boldly.
"Wait, you found the cup?" Snape asked.
"Yep, found and destroyed. Including the diary, ring, and the anvil, that means Voldemort is down four Horcruxes," Harry gloated.
"How did you find them so quickly?" the greasy wizard demanded.
"A simple searching ritual," he answered proudly.
"The Dark Lord has dozens of wards against any form of magical searching," Snape argued. "How could a wizard as feeble as you bypass them?"
"I have my ways,"Harry said and his mind drifted back to the wonderful han - err - ritual that he and Hermione performed. Which was a mistake.
Snape's eyes bulged and he began looking between Harry and Hermione in disbelief. It was at that moment that Harry made amental note not to recall intimate moments in front of a master Legilimens.
Again, Snape's eyes narrowed on Harry. "I thought you looked at Granger like she was your sister," the villain said with clear disgust.
"My 'sister'?" Harry shot back with mirrored revulsion. "How the hell would you think that?"
"It was an impression I got," answered Snape. "I assumed that you felt that she was nothing more than a sister to you. It is obvious to me that ishow you acted in regards to your feelings for Granger."
"How I acted? I'm an only bloody child. How the fuck would I know what having asister felt like?" retorted Harry. "So, how could I have acted like I felt that Hermione was a sister? That makes no sense at all. Not once since I met Hermione have I ever thought of her as a sister, not even in passing. So it would've been an uneducated assumption on your part to conclude that I had brotherly feelings for her. As a best friend, yes; as a sister, no! Besides, if I thought of anyone like asibling it would've been Ron. And that's only because I looked at Mrs. Weasley as a surrogate mother; especially after the fiasco that was the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard."
For some inexplicable reason, Hermione snorted a chuckle.
"What?" Harry turned, asking his girlfriend.
"Oh, nothing," she said. The twinkle in her eyes told Harry it was indeed something. But before he could press the issue, a thought occurred to him; something just a little bit more important than finding out why Hermione laughed.
"Wait. How'd you know about the Horcruxes anyway?"he demanded of Snape. "I thought Voldemort would've never told anyone about them."
"Just as slow as ever, Potter," Snape said snidely. "Ask yourself why would the Dark Lord willingly divulge such a vulnerability?"
"I just asked you that," Harry snapped. "You can't ask me my own question back. You're the prisoner and I'm the one who captured you. It's not proper."
Snape smiled his greasy, crooked tooth smile in response.
"I can hex you, you know," threatened Harry while waving his wand in front of Snape's hooked nose.
"Because Voldemort didn't," Hermione answered Snape's question. "At least, not knowingly."
Harry turned and faced Hermione once again. The witch had an expression somewhere between understanding and confusion. As if what she had said had seemed clear but had brought up a bevy of other questions.
"Ah, I can practically hear the gears turning in your puny little minds," mocked Snape. It infuriated Harry that even though Snape was bound and defenseless, he still seemed to have the upper hand.
"I say we disregard his motivation and just drag his bottom to the Ministry," Luna threatened, although her tone wasn't very intimidating; the way she spoke sounded like she was offering to bake biscuits and share them with the potions master.
"I agree with Luna," Ron said. He glowered at Snape before turning to his wife and whispering in her ear, "Don't use the word 'bottom' when threatening someone. It ruins the effect."
"You're... you're working against him?" speculated Harry.
"Very good, Potter. It seems the Headmaster's faith in you wasn't completely wasted," Snape said scornfully.
"I think he's still lying," Ron snapped. "He's just playing us. Trying to distract us so he can escape."
"Yes, you've discovered my brilliant plan, Weasley," the greasy wizard glared at Ron.
"You killed Dumbledore. I saw it with my own eyes,"Harry snarled. "Why should I believe you when you say you're working against Voldemort?"
"I have a vial of Veritaserum in my left robe pocket," the greasy gitstated. "Feed me three drops, and you'll know I am speaking the truth."
"It's a colorless and odorless potion, how the hell can we tell if it's Veritaserum and not just water?" demanded Hermione.
"I still fail to see why so many people consider you a brilliant witch, I have always known you to be just slightly above average for a Gryffindor, which is not saying much," Snape said. "A child could tell you that you can easily verify the potion by using it on one of yourselves, and then ask something that the test subject wouldn't normally reveal."
"What if it's apoison?" Luna asked. "If one of us takes it, we could die."
"And how would killing one of you dolts be helpful to me? If it was a poison, I would've suggested that all four of you take it, not just one," the former Head of Slytherin snapped. "If it was a poison and I did trick one of you into taking it, I'd still have to deal with the other three. And in my current predicament, frozen, dangling upside-down in mid-air without a wand, the three of you, despite your lowly skills, would make short work of me. What good would it do if I poisoned only one of you?"
The four friends shared a look. Harry was hesitant, what he really wanted to do was drag the son of a bitch down to the Ministry so that they could chuck him into Azkaban. But apart of the young wizard was wondering if Snape was telling the truth; what if he truly was working on bringing Voldemort down? What if Snape was still a spy for the light?
"I'll do it," Ron offered, his voice hesitant and soft. "I'll test the potion."
"Are you sure?"asked Harry.
"Yeah," Ron replied and took a step toward Snape. "Um, how about we make a Portkey to St. Mango's, just in case it is a poison, though?"
Luna toed off one of her shoes. Bending over at the hips, she tapped her wand against her discarded shoe and incanted, "Portus."
As the shoe trembled and glowed, Ron stood in front of Snape.
"The vial is in my front left pocket," the captured wizard said.
While Ron dug around in Snape's robes, Harry asked his former instructor "You always keep avial of Veritaserum on you?"
"Yes, among anumber of other potions, including several antidotes," Snape stated arrogantly. "I find it best, unlike others whom I won't mention," he glared directly at Harry, "to be prepared."
Finally, Ron tugged a small glass vial out of Snape's robes.
"Put three drops on your tongue, Weasley," the Potions Master commanded.
Uncorking the tiny bottle, Ron nervously asked Luna "Is that Portkeyready?"
"Yes, Ronald,"replied Luna. Her eyes were wide(well... wider than normal) with anxious worry.
The red haired wizard opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. With a steady hand, Ron tilted the vial and cautiously dropped three dollops of the liquid on his tongue. He swallowed, placed the stopper back in the vial, turned to face his friends and said "I don't think it wor-"
That's when Ron's expression went blank. His eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open and slack jawed.
Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw Luna run her hands over the front of her robes. He asked"What are you doing, Luna?"
"Checking to see if my breasts are exposed," the blonde witch answered lightly. "Ronald gets that same expression whenever he sees my breasts. I was worried that they had popped out accidentally. They do that sometimes, you know."
"Really, his expression changed?" Hermione asked no-one in particular under her breath. "I can't tell. He looks like he always does to me."
"It's the Veritaserum, you fools," Snape spoke slowly, as if Harry and his friends had difficulty understanding such a basic concept. "Ask Weasley your questions so you can verify the potion."
"Okay, Ron, tell us something you don't want us to know," Harry asked. If the potion truly was Veritaserum, Ron would answer truthfully.
In a daze, Ron stated "I really liked it when Luna stuck her finger into my bottom."
Harry, Hermione, and Snape balked at Ron's admission while Luna giggled happily.
"So much so that Iwant her to do it again," the red haired wizard continued, unfortunately. This caused the three who balked to take astep back - which was rather difficult for Snape seeing that he was bound in place and hanging upside-down. But Luna only seemed encouraged. In fact, Harry assumed by the eager look in her eyes that she was willing to acquiesce to Ron's request right there in the alleyway. And knowing her past history, such an event was a definite possibility. Harry's assumption was confirmed when the blonde witch held up her index finger and began to wiggle it about. "I know I acted shocked and hurt when she did it that one time," Ron forged ahead. "But really, I was just surprised at how much I liked it, to be honest."
"Um, that's enough Ron, we know it's Veritaserum. You can stop," Harry implored almost desperately. He was terrified that Luna, encouraged by her husband's revelation would bound over to Ron and jab one of her digits up his bum. Not wanting to see that, he begged Ron. "Please, stop."
"In fact, I'm hoping she'll use two fingers next time," Ron added.
"Stupefy!" Hermione cried out frantically. A bolt of red magic leapt from her wand and struck Ron, squarely in the chest. The gangly wizard collapsed to the ground unconscious.
"Hermione, I won't be able to fulfill Ronald's wishes if he isn't awake," Luna said in her usual dreamy tone. With her left hand she caressed her right index finger, as if warming it up for the nefarious purpose.
"That was the point," Hermione said with a desperate edge to her voice.
"Well, I suppose Icould still do my wifely duties, even if he is unconscious," the blonde said, taking a step toward her unconscious husband.
Hermione pointed her wand at Luna and warned, "Don't make me use this on you."
With the brunette's wand leveled at her head, Luna took a step back, albeit clearly disappointed.
"If I still held my position as professor at Hogwarts, I might've considered giving Gryffindor points for your actions, Granger," Snape said to the brunette witch and then reiterated; "Might have."
"All right, let's get this over with," Harry said.
Hermione nodded and walked over to Ron. While she picked up the vial of Veritaserum Harry waved his wand at Snape. The Potions Master slowly pivoted in air, turning right side up.
"Open your mouth,"Hermione, whose voice showed no sympathy for the magically bound wizard, commanded. Snape opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as far as it could go. Even with this contortion of his features, the gitstill looked like he was sneering at Harry.
Carefully, Hermione measured out three drops of Veritaserum onto Snape's tongue. He swallowed and a second later his face went blank much like Ron's had.
Knowing that the Veritaserum would make Snape answer nothing but the truth, Harry asked "Why are you here?"
"I am on a mission to retrieve the Dark Lord's Horcruxes so that they can be destroyed and he can be finally defeated," Snape spoke in a flat and emotionless tone.
"Who gave you this mission?" asked Harry.
"Headmaster Dumbledore," he replied. "Due to the injuries he received when he destroyed the ring-Horcruxand his advanced age, the Headmaster was dying. Dying painfully. He had come up with the plan for me to carry out Draco's mission of killing him for the Dark Lord. That way I'd save Draco from any evil act... well, murder at any rate. And I'd show agreat man who was suffering immensely mercy. My actions would also entrench myself in the Dark Lord's ranks. The Dark Lord would herald me for killing his hated enemy. He would reward me by making me his most trusted servant. And with that trust, I would be able to gather information on the whereabouts of his Horcruxes."
"How'd you do that?" inquired Harry. "I don't imagine he'd ever divulge the secret to his immortality to anyone."
"I am a Potion Master," he answered. If it wasn't for the effects of the Veritaserum making him speak in a monotone, Harry was positive that Snape would have been overly arrogant and degrading to the younger wizard. "I used a combination of Sleeping Draughts and Veritaserum to pry the information out of him as he slumbered. If he had remembered divulging any of his secrets, which was unlikely, it would've seemed like he had done so in a dream."
Recalling the missing Horcrux, the one they couldn't find through the han - err - ritual, Harry asked "How many locations have you gotten?"
"Just this one, Gryffindor's useless wizarding anvil," Snape replied. "I've had to work slowly, only taking small pieces of information from the Dark Lord, asking about traps and wards along with the location, night by night. I feared that to ask more than one question a night would alert him to my mission, and I'd be killed."
Harry cursed silently. At this rate, he'd never find the missing Horcrux.
Pushing that depressing revelation to the side, Harry returned his thoughts to Snape. The git was telling the truth, he was still working for the light. The bespectacled wizard was still angry that Snape had killed Dumbledore, despite the fact that it was an act of mercy that Dumbledore had not only welcomed but encouraged. Then aquestion came to Harry; why was Snape working for the light? As far as Harry knew, Snape was a bigot and pure blood elitist even though he himself was of mixed heritage. Curiosity got the better of the young wizard and he asked, "Why did you join the Order?"
"I am in love with your mother," was his answer. "Even to this day."
Harry was floored. Snape betrayed his master out of love. And love for Harry's own mother. Yet, Harry recalled how Snape had cruelly called Lily a Mudblood in the Pensivememory. How could he have called her such a foul name if he was in love with her?
"Even though she was a mudblood, I still masturbate ferociously to her memory," Snape continued.
At that moment, Harry lost control of his bladder. The concept of Snape pleasuring himself over anything was highly disturbing. The fact that greasy git was doing so to the memory of Harry's mother made it downright terrifying for the young wizard. As his warm urine flowed down his trousers, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Hermione's complexion had gone asickly green, and Luna had blanched and held her hands in front of her mouth, apparently to stop the vomit from erupting from her lips. They too were just as disturbed by Snape's admission.
"It is truly disgusting just how often I abuse myself with the thought of Lily, even now, but particularly when I was still a student," Snape forged ahead. "By my seventh year, my right forearm was twice the size of my left."
Silently, Harry begged Hermione to stun Snape like she had done to Ron, because fear had paralyzed Harry and he couldn't do it himself. Unfortunately, the same fear that had rendered Harry a statue had claimed Hermione as well.
"In my third year, I cut holes in the pockets of my robes," the elder wizard regrettably persistent. "Whenever Lily spoke to someone... Iconstantly followed her, lurking in the shadows just to hear the mudblood's angelic voice as she talked with the other students... I would discreetly slip my hands through those holes and fondle myself. Just the sound of her sweet voice was enough to get me hard as steel. I had gotten so skilled at defiling myself under my robes that I could carry on a conversation with another student while that gorgeous mudblood red-head had her own private discussion. I could pleasure myself, with no one the wiser. Many, many times did I ejaculate in my own shorts while imagining actually speaking to her, be it about schoolwork, the weather, politics, or whatever other topics came up.
"One time, while Lily was studying in the Library, she had turned her back and, seeing my chance, I slinked out of the nearby dark alcove where I was hiding and defiling myself - which I did often - and nicked her Charm's notes. That night I stripped naked and rubbed her delicious parchment all over my bare and sensitive flesh. The words she had written danced over my taught nipples. In a way, I was cleansing myself with her essence when I did that. That night, that wondrously glorious night, I came so much that I lost consciousness," Snape spoke. "When I anonymously returned her notes, I heard Lily asking her friends how the recovered parchment could have gotten so badly crumpled. I fantasized that if I ever had the nerve to talk to that wondrous mudblood, I could tell her the truth and that she would see how much I loved her and in turn she would do her duty as a non-pureblood and fall madly in love with me. I dreamt about bending her over a table and slapping my manhood against the milky white flesh of her buttocks."
Just when Harry thought it couldn't get worse, Snape uttered sixteen disgusting words. On their own, these sixteen words were far from revolting. But strung together and said by Snape in reference to Harry's mother was what made it truly horrible:
"I often imagine what Lily's beautiful green eyes would look like framed with my white seed."
Thankfully one of Harry's limbs broke free of the paralyzing fear at that moment. And even more satisfying, it wasn't his wand-arm. Instead, his right leg sprung up and kicked his heel directly into Snape's groin. It was as if a part of Harry was subconsciously punishing Snape for thinking of his mother in such a disgusting manner.
If Snape had not been under the effects of a Body Bind, he would no doubt have ended up on the ground of the alley, curled up in a tight ball. Having been denied the privilege of doubling up into the fetal position, all the wizard could do was roll his eyes into his skull. A high pitch whine, like steam escaping from a kettle, sounded from Snape's thin and crooked lips.
"Kick him again,"Hermione prayed in a small voice. Luna, still pressing her hands against her mouth, nodded her head passionately in agreement.
"I deserved that,"Snape groaned out, his voice still a note higher than normal. Harry took solace in the fact that the dirty pervert who stalked his mother even after her death was still under the effects of Veritaserum which meant that what he said was true and he did deserved to be kicked. Of course, even if Snape had not made this statement, Harry would've still felt justified in his actions.
For the next few minutes, Harry fought the urge to give into Hermione's suggestion and beat Snape into a pulp; particularly around the groin region. Harry knew that he would feel better if Snape was bruised and bloodied; especially around the groin. He paced back and forth in front of the bound wizard, every now and again, Harry's leg twitched, aching to kick the stalker, mainly around the crotch. But the disgusting perverted stalker was helping to bring down Voldemort. And since he was one of Voldemort's trusted lieutenants, Harry could use him; not only to help find the missing Horcrux, but to gain relevant information on Voldemort and his followers. So, unfortunately, Harry came to conclusion not to beat Snape to within an inch (mainly on and around the groin region) of his life for the greater good.
After Harry canceled the Body Bind, Snape fell to his knees and vomited on the ground. While Snape tried to regain his composure, Harry asked Hermione to revive Ron.
Snape stood and locked eyes with Harry. Judging by his lack of a dazed expression, Harry assumed that the effects of the truth potion had worn off. There in the black pits of his eyes, Harry could see that Snape still loathed him, probably even more now that Harry knew his secrets. But underneath the abhorrence was a hint of compliance; Snape knew he had to team up with Harry in order to bring down Voldemort.
"I can assume you know the locations of the other Horcruxes through that... ritual?" Snape asked in an even tone.
"One of them yes,"Harry replied. "Slytherin's locket is with a bloke named Zardoz. He lives at a place called Founders' Cove."
"I'm familiar with him," the elder wizard stated.
"I know about Voldemort, but he's under the Fidelius and I can't track him down," continued Harry. "There is one other Horcrux, but I can't find it for some reason."
The potion master became lost in thought for a moment. Then, after some silent consideration, Snape spoke "I will deal with Zardoz."
"We can do it!"snapped Harry; offended that Snape didn't think he could get the Horcrux away from its current owner.
"I can retrieve the item with subtlety and tack," Snape said contentiously.
"And we can't?"Hermione heatedly returned.
"Did you not notice that you left a fifty foot corpse of a mutilated Basilisk back in that chamber?"Snape asked rhetorically. "Because if you consider that to be tactful or subtle then you have more to learn than Ihad thought.
"What were you planning on doing? Asking Zardoz to hand the locket over? From what I've heard about the man tells me that he would never part with such a prized possession," Snape jeered. "I can take the Horcruxright out from under his nose and Zardoz would never know."
"You won't hurt him will you?" asked Harry. He hated to admit it, but Snape was a damn good spy and could probably do what he had just boasted. And if Snape was able to deal with Zardoz and the locket, it would be a weight off of Harry's shoulders.
"Of course Iwon't," Snape replied angrily. "You and your girlfriend can busy yourselves with finding the missing Horcrux."
Apparently satisfied that the conversation was over, Snape swirled his black robes around in a theatrical manner before Apparating away with acrack.
"What a wanker," insulted Ron.
Referring to Snape as a "wanker" was clearly too much for Luna. With Ron's comment, the blonde witch was obviously reminded about Snape's revelation of masturbating habitually, causing Luna to lose control. With a loud gurgling and splashing sound, Luna emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of Ron. Her vomit splashed and flowed down his belly, groin, and legs, pooling around his feet and in his shoes.
"Um, did I miss something?" a bewildered Ron asked looking at the great globs of partially digested food and bile dribbling down his trousers.
"Just be thankful you did," Harry said with a frown, trying to erase the memory of what Snape had said from his mind.
*
After cleaning up and returning to the castle, the four friends ate dinner. Actually, Ron ate all four of the dinners while Harry, Hermione, and Luna, having lost their appetites thanks to Snape, didn't eat.
As Ron reached across the table to steal some food from Hermione's plate, Harry looked across the Hall at a sixth-year Ravenclaw. The younger wizard smiled directly at Harry and gave him a thumbs-up signal. The nameless wizard then mouthed the words "Thanks, mate" (that or "Let's date," Harry was hoping for the former).
"What's he on about?" asked Harry.
Glancing up from her now-barren plate, Hermione asked, "Who?"
"Some bloke over there," he pointed in the Ravenclaw table's general direction. "He just smiled at me and gave me a 'thumbs up'. Like I did something to be proud of or something."
"Everybody's acting strange lately," commented Hermione. "When we first walked in here, a couple of witches from Hufflepuff blushed and then winked at me."
"It is the SpottedWollcock's mating season," Luna offered and left it at that, assuming that everyone knew what it implied.
Ignoring the peculiar actions of his peers as well as Luna's bizarre explanation, Harry returned to watching Ron eat everyone's dinner.
*
Thankfully, by the next day, the shock of Snape's seemingly favorite hobby had worn off and Harry, Hermione, and Luna were able to eat once again. Of course even with their renewed appetites, Ron still nicked food off of their plates.
That night, as they were preparing for a quiet night in bed, Hermione broached a subject. She said; "That was very nice what you said about Molly: how you think of her as a mother. I'm sure she'd be tickled pink to hear that."
"Yeah," Harry said with a genuine smile. He imagined Mrs. Weasley gushing happily and pulling Harry into a rib-breaking hug.
"And I know that Ron isn't very expressive, but I'm sure he's proud that you look at him as abrother," Hermione continued, slipping on her silk pajamas.
Then, an overly confused expression appeared on her face, she was undoubtedly forcing it for effect. Tapping her finger on her chin thoughtfully, Hermione turned to Harry, as he was tugging the bed sheets down to crawl into bed, and asked; "Tell me Harry; if Molly's like a mother and Ron's a brother, what does that make Ginny to you?"
"What are you getting at?" Harry asked, dubious of his girlfriend's intentions.
"Well, Ginny is Molly's daughter. And she's Ron's sister," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Since you look at those two as mother and brother... wouldn't that make Ginny asister?"
A wicked, nay downright evil grin popped up on Hermione's face.
"You snogged a girl who's like asister," she said devilishly. "And you felt her tits... devoid of any substance that most would consider breasts, but you felt up the flat-chested bintwho's like a sister none the less!"
With an odd and uncharacteristic calmness, Harry waited for Hermione's joke to end. Normally, Harry would've been revolted at such an issue. But a naughty thought of his own occurred to him and he was waiting for Hermione to finish so he could act upon it.
Clearly disappointed that Harry was not reacting like he normally did (i.e. screaming, turning green, and so on), Hermione decided to twist the proverbial knife to get a response out of him. "Not only is she like a sister, but she looks like your mother! Is incest really that appealing to you, Harry? It must be since Ginny, the girl you kissed and fondled, is the virtual epitome of incest for you."
"Are you finished?" he asked coolly.
"You're no fun,"she pouted, disappointed that Harry wasn't nearly in tears.
Harry took his cue and leapt onto the bed. Deftly, he tumbled across the mattress, sat on the edge, and grabbed Hermione around her waist. Before she could even flinch, he tossed her over his lap and smacked her round bottom hard. Hermione yelped in a combination of pain, surprise and arousal.
"Bad, naughty little witch for toying with me like that," Harry scolded and spanked her through her pajamas again.
"OW!" she half cried, half cheered.
"You shouldn't mock me like that," he said and tugged her pajama bottoms down, exposing her knickers-covered bum. Harry hooked his thumb under the left edge of her knickers and his index finger under the right. He pulled his fingers into a fist, causing the cotton unmentionables into a thin band. Next, Harry pulled on the band, wedging the fabric between Hermione's round cheeks. The witch groaned out loudly as her knickers tugged against her sensitive flower.
"Naughty little witches like you need to be punished," Harry said with a broad grin. "Don't they?"
While still tugging her knickers up, Harry used his free hand and slapped her bare right cheek.
"I asked the naughty little witch a question," Harry said. "Don't bad little witches like you need to be punished?"
"Oh, hell yes,"she hissed out. "Spank my mischievous bottom."
Harry proceeded to slap each cheek in turn with a rapid series of light smacks. While spanking one cheek, Harry watched entranced as the other jiggled from the blow.
Once the witch had a nice even pink hue to her skin, Harry increased the strength and speed of his blows. In no matter of time, Hermione was cheering; "OW! YES! OW! HARDER! OW! MORE!"
After a good full three minutes, Harry paused. He massaged her red and welt-covered bum while he spoke. "A naughty little witch who says vile things about her boyfriend needs to be punished. I should spank your bottom 'til you learn your lesson."
"Oh, Merlin, yes,"she breathed out. "Please make me learn my lesson."
He pulled her knickers, which were visibly damp from where they had rubbed against her flower, halfway down her thighs. Now that his hand wasn't holding Hermione's knickers in place, Harry was free to use both hands to paddle his lover's bottom. Almost immediately, his hands fell into a rhythm. The instant one hand left her skin, the other smacked her round bottom. He marveled at the sight of her glowing bum as it bounced and jiggled wildly due to the blows. It looked like the sea during a storm.
Hermione was so excited that she was hissing short, rapid breaths in and out through gritted teeth. Also, Harry could feel her love juices trickling down his leg and staining the sheets.
A few minutes later, Hermione's bottom took on the appearance of a smooth, polished, and very red ruby.
"Oh, God, Harry; Iwant you," she groaned out. Her voice was husky with lust.
Even though 'Harry, Jr.' was more than willing to take the task, the organ was painfully hard, Harry wanted to toy with Hermione a bit longer.
"Naughty little witches often don't get what they want," he said with mirth.
"WHAT?" Hermione's head snapped back and she stared daggers at him for his defiance.
Looking directly at her spiteful stare with a wicked twinkle in his eyes, Harry gave Hermione another painful spank. Her face lit up and her mean expression turned into a begging one in the blink of an eye.
"Please," she said pitifully. "I need you."
"Oh, no, you hurt me with your words and I'm still mad at you," he said evenly. "And since you're being punished," he spanked her. "I think I won't give in."
Tears of frustration practically flowed from Hermione's brown-green eyes. They grew wide with desire and need. It gave her a desperate look. Harry found himself loving the sense of temporary power her desperation gave him.
Harry remembered that he had been originally put off by Courtney's suggestion about taking control every once in a while. But now that he had Hermione begging him for a shag, he made amental note to properly thank the Auror trainee.
"Damn it, Harry, take me right now!" Hermione demanded desperately.
"Um..." Harry paused and pretended to mull over her request. "No," he said curtly and slapped her bright red bum.
Hermione shouted arather naughty word in disappointment.
"Such harsh language," reprimanded Harry, and gave her another swat which caused her to curse again. With another spank, Hermione buried her face in the bed sheets and growled loudly.
"Oh, my poor bad little witch," Harry playfully mocked as he gently rubbed her sore backside. "She's all dripping. My bad witch wants it bad. Doesn't she?"
Even though he could not see her face, Harry was positive that Hermione was rolling her eyes with annoyance at this question. With achuckle in his voice, he repeated the question. "The naughty little witch wants it, doesn't she?"
To punctuate the fact that he wanted her to answer, Harry gave Hermione's left bum-cheek astrong squeeze.
"Oh, yes give it to me," Hermione said in a passionless voice. "Make me scream. Cum inside me. Blah. Blah. Blah."
As punishment for not playing along, Harry gave her bottom three hard swats.
"Oh, yes! Give it to me!" Hermione cried out, this time, very passionately.
Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Harry said "No."
"Har-r-ry," Hermione moaned pitifully. "Give it to me."
"Okay," Harry caved. "A little."
"How are you going to give me 'a little'?" she asked, once again looking over her shoulder.
"Like this," he answered and slid his hand down between her glowing cheeks. He pushed his middle finger into her sopping folds.
"Oh," she breathed out. "That's how."
While he stimulated Hermione with his fingers, Harry kept his other hand busy by spanking her bum at random intervals. A few minutes and a fairly loud orgasm later, a very satisfied Hermione gasped for breath on Harry's lap. Wriggling her tummy against his erection, Hermione purred "We should take care of that."
"That's a good idea," Harry agreed. "I'm up for a blow job."
"My, aren't we all demanding tonight," she said with a wicked smile.
"There are better things to do with your mouth right now besides talking," Harry stated impishly while pointing to the bulge in his pants.
"Okay, I'll do it only if you keep talking to me like that," she requested.
"Does my naughty little witch want to give 'Harry, Jr.' a tongue massage?" he asked.
"That'll work,"Hermione said and slipped off of Harry's lap. She moved slowly and gingerly because of her obviously sore bum. With a pleasant hiss, Hermione knelt between Harry's knees.
While Hermione tugged down Harry's trousers, he asked "Did you want me to talk dirty in something like a play by play? You know, something like 'That's it, free my willy and give it a kiss.'"
"Whatever you feel like saying, Harry," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Okay," he smiled. "How about the naughty little witch giving me a squeeze..."
For the next few minutes, Hermione gave her lover a very energetic hummer. She seemed encouraged by Harry's dirty comments, such as; "My, you look awfully pretty with that in your mouth" and"Do my balls feel good on your chin?" All the while, Hermione blushed furiously, clearly turned on by his efforts in dirty talk.
After he finished- and Hermione swallowed, Harry asked the heavens "What great deed did I do to get such a naughty witch as a present?" |
Title: 24 hours
Tags: Sex Joke
Introduction:
A sex joke
Content:
A man goes to the doctor, and the doctor tells him he only has twenty-four hours to live. So the man goes home and says to his wife "I only have a few hours left. I want to make love to you as many times as I can." So they do it, once, twice, three times, four times, and the man eventually falls asleep. About four thirty in the morning, he wakes up his wife and says "I want to make love to you one more time," and his wife says "that's easy for you to say, honey. YOU don't have to get up in the morning!" |
Title: 24 hours in the life of....
Tags: True Story, Anal, Enema, Fisting, Group Sex
Content:
What a sensational way to spend 24 hours, just totally wild!!! – being a fuck toy is fun!!
She was picked up by N and D, her two favorite men, and sat in the back with N (apparently they’d drawn straws as to who would sit with her), while driving to a private house at a beach north of the city. Her shirt was unbuttoned, skirt pulled up and knickers pulled down soon after she got into the car! He played with her tits, pulled opened her legs and started to finger her, running his fingers along her sex and over her anus, since she was already hot from the anticipation she was moaning before too long! Then he stopped and she was moaning in frustration!!!!!!... Sat exposed like that until they reached the house: very nice too, right on the beach, big enclosed verandahs etc. She stepped out of her clothes and that was the last she saw of them until the next day.
They guided her into the bathroom where N bent her over the bath tub, she could hear D behind her running water and filling a container. She looked around and saw the large enema bag he was holding, swollen with water and moaned, knowing what was to come. She talked to them about this particular fantasy before and was happy at the thought they’d actually listened!
N held her arse cheeks apart, and a hard thin nozzle was pressed into her, a gush of cool water poured into her, making her rear up. She began to groan as the water quickly filled her, belly expanding and the two of them reached under her and began to massage the water deeply into her. The cramps began so they removed the nozzle and left her to it – she called them when she was done.
“You’ll need to be very clean, my dear” N said so she knelt on hands and knees and he pushed her head down so her arse was raised high into the air; then a larger longer nozzle pressed into her. The two retaining balloons were inflated and hot water, almost too hot, began to trickle into her. She squirmed and D slapped her once telling her she had to take all 2 litres – the water flowed faster and her belly grew again. D massaged it but N chose to finger her sex, flicking at her clit – her belly tightened more, increasing tension on her already tight belly and she cried out, begging them to let her go to the toilet. She panted and puffed her way through 15 minutes when they finally let released the outer balloon, let her sit on the toilet and told her she must hold the water until they’d left. On his way out N pulled out the nozzle without deflating the balloon and she cried out at the sudden stretching. Managed to hang on though…… She was in there for quite a while, felt totally clean and empty.
They called her into the lounge, and she was surprised to see there were 5 others waiting in the house, she knew all of them (and one’s presence was a big surprise, never thought he’d misbehave), sitting watching porn on a big screen TV. After hello’s (and a very considerate “are you ok with this?” to which she could only nod and say “uuh, mmmmm, always been a fantasy of mine….”) she was laid down on the couch and they began to touch, rub and finger her. The other 2 sat down with drinks etc and watched both sets of action!
Two at the business end of her used the already flowing juices to push a finger into her pussy and one into her arse, the middleman was stroking her belly and pressing her pussy lips together and squeezing her clit. The last two worked on her tits, biting pulling, squeezing, rolling and then eventually stretching her nipples up away from her chest. She came from all this attention, it was impossible to resist all those different sensations!!! A hard cock found its way into her mouth and she sucked and pulled at it eagerly until he spurted into her mouth, that cock was replaced with another and so on until all 7 had cum that way.... They all came quickly (as you do with first cum’s) which was probably a good thing for her facial muscles!!
Drinks all round and a little rest for all.
After some time she was made to stand in front of N, spread her legs so that he could access her pussy - he began again to finger her spreading lube and juice around liberally. He then pulled her onto his cock and sank it up to the hilt in one motion and started to fuck her slowly, lifting her hips until he was almost out and plunging in again. After a while she felt her arse cheeks being spread and copious amounts of cold lube and fingers finding their way into her hole, followed fairly shortly thereafter by the head of a cock! That particular cock began “moaning” about the tightness (don’t know what he was expecting!!!!) but did eventually slide his cock in a fair way, he hung on firmly to her big soft tits to help him go deeper. After they got the rhythm it was poetry in motion (from her point of view!!) and another cock appeared by her head which she began to suck..... When each man came, another replaced him, a little choreography made that actually very easy, until they had all come again. She had too much to concentrate on so, though verrrrrrrry close, hadn’t come, very frustrating.
A shower for all and they piled on to mattresses laid out on the verandah where they could see the moon and hear the waves, she fell asleep but was woken a while later by a pair of hands playing with her arse cheeks and sliding fingers down her crack. J pulled her to her feet and moved her over to the railing where he pushed her head forward, she rested her breasts on the rail and reached around to pull her cheeks open wide. Fingers then a tongue on her starfish made her shiver – eventually he felt she was loose and lubed enough, and pushed his cock in slowly. He was big and she wasn’t really that ready - arched her back at the invasion but he pulled back on her hips and kept pushing firmly until the head popped in and he could slide forward. Painful at first but when he put more lube on his cock the pain became pleasure (it’s a fine line, you know), He moved faster and faster, pulling back until his cockhead popped out of her hole and plunging in again quickly. That stretching is sooooo good.. She was spreading her cheeks as wide as she could so he could get deep inside her, grunting with each hard thrust. He reached around and squeezed her clit between his fingers and they both came. She could feel his hot cum shooting in, splattering against her insides.
Crawled back to the mattress and fell asleep again. Sometime later she was rolled over and fingers worked their way into her pussy followed by a cock. Fucked her hard and fast until she came again then he pulled out and stuck his cock into her mouth, spurting cum down her throat. She didn’t open her eyes so she didn’t know who that was. Someone else rolled her over, put pillows under her hips and then his cock pressed into her arse. He rode her for some time, getting deep into her, balls slapping against her pussy. When he came he pulled her sideways and they went to sleep spooning with his cock still deep inside her arse. They all slept then until early morning when they all went for a swim, and a some gentle fondling, in the pool, infinity edge looking over the sea, very beautiful. A nice way to see the day begin.
Three of them decided they’d go for a run (go figure!!!), the rest of them went back to the house and onto the verandah where D had spread a couple of thick blankets onto the glass table and she was made to lie down on it. When she realized that the part of her fantasy that involves being tied to a table for fucking purposes was about to happen she almost came in anticipation!! She was pulled down the table so that her slit was at the edge. N tied her hips firmly to the table then bent her knees back and tied them to the table legs with soft fabric, pulled her arms over her head and tied them down, all finished off with eyeshades!! Talk about exposed and helpless mmmmmmm. A hand smoothed her thighs and then began to spank her, lightly at first, then harder, never been spanked like that and she decided she liked it :-) She was squirming and wriggling as much as bounds would allow, could not move much at all, she felt a trickle of warmness on her pussy; it was oil and many hands began to rub it into her skin.
She felt fingers again, pressing into her pussy and arse spreading lube liberally again. She felt herself being spread wider and wider, fingers pulling and releasing, stretching her apart and when someone touched her clit she went off like a rocket. Before she’d finished, a cock shoved quickly and fully into her arse with one stroke. He grabbed her shoulders and rode her hard and fast, until he shot his load into her. Another approached and the same happened except he chose to go into her pussy, as he came, she could also feel the splatter of hot cum from two directions on her tits. Suddenly there was no one and she felt very empty!!! She fell asleep for a while, tired out, woke again when she heard a loud “wow” and another cock, presumably one of the runners, squeezed itself into her arse again and another hot load followed quickly. A wide plug was then pushed into her arse; she groaned at the invasion and tried to relax until it finally popped in.
She was tied there for some time, it was surprisingly comfortable as the covering/bindings were nice and soft. The TV was on, sport playing, and every now and again someone would do something to her, squeeze her tits, pull hard at her nipples, spank her, finger her, and fuck her with toys, (including an iceblock … so cold and sensational !!!) and cocks. The butt plug remained where it was, filling her arse completely. At one point a large vibrator was pushed into her pussy; took some effort but she felt very proud that she took it without too much screaming!! She could feel the vibrations through the butt plug too, felt like even her hair was vibrating!.
She couldn’t see so she just didn’t know what was coming next. Fantastic couple of hours and she came often, which, presumably, was the general idea :-). Eventually she asked to be released; her body, especially her legs, was so tired and shaky that it was uncomfortable. She was helped to the bathroom where someone had run a bubble bath for her – heaven on a stick!! She bent over and N gently worked the butt plug out of her arse. It took a while as her sphincter held tight around it and wouldn’t let go; a gush of sticky cum followed. Stayed in the tub for some time, occasionally one would come in to check on her, washing her, massaging her soapy tits, running the hand held shower head over her sex etc, you get the idea. When she got out D bent her over the tub again and, with the head unscrewed, pushed the shower hose into her arse gently, turning on the water and filling her quickly. Left her to empty herself – she felt cleaner than before, the pressure from the hose had pushed water high up into her cum-filled, but otherwise empty, bowels.
It was getting on for afternoon by this time and the day was coming to an end. She was tired and comfortably numb, and very tender in certain spots :-p. They all lined up again (in increasing size order!!) and another fuck from each was had, each choosing their favorite hole or body part, two was very keen on squeezing her tits together and fucking the resultant fold (big boobies, as you know :-). Seems 4 out of 7 men liked her arse, so that still remarkably tight hole (seemed to snap back despite all the attention) was again the main attraction..... She decided she really was an anal queen, though sore she still enjoyed it very much. She looked up during the last fuck and grinned at N and D. They laughed out loud and said “well, there’s one fantasy you have, can you take it?”
She was surprised they remembered but thought “Why the hell not”. She lay across the arm of the sofa and felt hands pull her cheeks apart; a huge glob of cold lube hit her anus and two fingers pushed into her loosened arsehole, spreading the lube and pushing it in deeply. Then two more fingers from someone else’s hand did the same and the two hands pulled her arse open, stretching and releasing, pulling wider each time. The collective watchers groaned and she knew they could see into her anal canal – another finger from each hand and a wide pull made her cry out – she could feel cool air deep inside her and another glob of lube hit her internal walls. One set of fingers were removed and she felt a fourth finger from the first hand slide into the gap. Slowly these were pushed in and out going deeper with each push, the thumb joining the bunch at some stage. She really wasn’t sure she could do this, but after a while the pain became pleasure again and she begged the hand to go further. Her arse opened wide suddenly over the knuckles and he slipped his hand in all the way to the wrist. She panted, “wait, wait”, then “OK”. He suddenly bunched up his hand and began twisting – fingers squeezed her clit hard: she came, screaming and came then passed out.
She came to, looking at a sea of concerned faces – she smiled weakly at them and they sighed in relief!! She was very pleased with herself, though her arsehole was sore and burning, and very impressed at the photos of N’s hand buried wrist deep in her arse. She checked herself out in the mirror after a cool shower - hard nipples and tender tits, swollen pussy lips, red, hot arse cheeks and a slightly open arsehole with a few drops of cum leaking out, all sure signs of a good time being had by all. It took two days to get back to normal, had to wear her loosest pants and no knickers.You know, she can honestly say she would not want to do this sort of thing all the time, it’s a fantasy fulfilled for the moment and it was truly sensational. At least now she knows where to go with her other fantasies, quite sure that N and D would oblige!!! |
Title: 24 Hours To Live Pt2
Tags: Fantasm, Anal, Non-consensual sex
Introduction:
With time running out the stakes are raised.
Content:
Having come to terms with his fate, Joel McCabe was strangely relaxed, complacent even about his impending death. For death was certain, no messing about where Mickey Standish was concerned, no prospect of a last minute reprieve from a man that made Hannibal Lecter look like a Sunday school teacher. An example would have to be made of Joel in order to maintain Standish's echelon in the gangland community, and more importantly as a deterrent to others.
Hopefully for Joel, their past relationship and the fact it was only four grand might secure him a quick exit with the minimum of pain, a slashed throat perhaps or even better a bullet in the back of the head. After that no doubt his lifeless corpse would become food for the fish in the Thames. Yeah, that would be preferable to the slow, painful torture Standish was renowned to inflict upon some of those poor unfortunates known to cross him.
And if anyone should know of Standish's brutality it was Joel, a formerly trusted employee within the gangland empire. A barman in the ruthless mobster's club in Whitechapel, Joel had witnessed first hand the manner in which rivals and nuisances had been cruelly rubbed out.
An eighteen month stint, a supposed stop gap until a 'proper' job came along, the trouble for Joel was that he liked the goodfella life too much, albeit he existed on the periphery. He loved the secretive talk, the ever present threat of violence, the thrill of being in on something illicit and of how others in the outside world perceived him. A vicarious lifestyle, sadly it had gotten him into trouble, serious trouble.
Over the past few weeks as the sentence was imposed, Joel had given the whole matter a great deal of thought and had developed a theory: the rigged card game that caused the debt was part of a wider agenda. In fact, he was convinced of it.
Standish had two teenaged daughters, of whom Tiffany, the fifteen year old, was the apple of her father's eye. A walking, talking, living Barbie doll, Standish doted on the girl, perhaps the only love that was allowed to permeate the shield of hate that surrounded the man. It was a father's love that also gave rise to a bitter jealously, particularly where potential suitors were concerned. Being the vivacious type, she had flirted with virtually every half decent looking barman since her sexuality blossomed though sll had been warned off of course.
Yet Joel was more subtle, succeeding in arranging a date without Mickey finding out. Though in hindsight, it had been a huge mistake and one date was more than enough, given that the girl acted like a spoiled brat throughout. Since then, Joel had made it patently clear to her that there would be no second date, as a consequence of which Tiffany had doubtless run off crying to her father, and concocting some bullshit strory about him. The rest was history, the card debt merely a convenient means by which Standish could justify his actions. Oh Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, that bitch really had screwed up Joel's life.
Wandering back home absent-mindedly, the condemned man spied neighbour Cathy's car back on the drive, grin forming on his face. Stage two was about to begin. Hovering at the gate, he inhaled heavily before striding purposefully down the path, his blood beginning to boil.
Cathy was the perfect foil for his frustrations, with a history between them most of which was bad. Notwithstanding her steely determination to thwart Joel's attempts at a sexual relationship, if it wasn't her bratty kids kicking balls into his garden, trampling the flowers and smashing a window, it was her mangy cat fouling the patio. And if it wasn't the cat, it was the loud late night parties that seemed to go on for days just when he needed some sleep. And was he ever invited? No fucking chance. The bitch.
Damn, she'd quickly managed to spoilt his otherwise mellow mood. It was time to do something about it, and to hell with the consequences. Ha ha, what consequences? He'd be dead before dawn. That premise made Joel laugh hysterically like an over zealous Bond villain. Knocking insistently at the door, he waited patiently until finally Cathy appeared, looking hot and flush and not at all pleased to see him. Though that was far from uncommon. "Joel?"
"Another fuckin' pane of glass broken, Cathy," he spat. "Thirty-five quid the last one cost me."
His sexy neighbour seemed dumbstruck, temporarily unable to comprehend, her mind seemingly elsewhere. "Well?" he prompted, face darkening. "Well? Say something, say sorry...or...for fuck's sake, Cathy...your kids are a nuisance."
Caught off guard, she was unprepared for his barging in, a vain attempt made to block him. Six inches shorter and a fraction of the size, she was no match. "W-what are you d-doing?" she stammered.
"I've come to get what I'm owed."
"Don't go in there," she implored as Joel proceeded towards the kitchen.
The laptop was open at ninety degrees and Joel's lips immediately formed a devilish grin. Cathy, it seemed, had been viewing porn. And not just any old porn, what appeared to be a rape and male domination website. Moreover, from the musky scent in the air, evidently she'd been masturbating too. She looked on uneasily, her head a mix of embarrassment and confusion. "Joel, get out of my house now," she ordered unconvincingly, flicking back the thick mane of red hair. "Get out or I'm calling the police."
Making a swerve for the phone, she found her determined adversary too agile, his hand slamming down on hers, crushing it and eliciting a yelp of pain. As Cathy made to retaliate, a small clenched fist raised, Joel caught it. Cathy stood, frozen like a statue as Joel unravelled the slender fingers, bringing them to his mouth, lips enveloping the long middle digit, tasting the faint flavour of pussy.
The redhead gasped as unexpectedly his free hand made a hasty underarm arc, slamming roughly into her crotch and grabbing at it like a crane. Joel squeezed and kneaded at the light material of the skirt, as his victim edged back, trapped up against the kitchen unit like a cornered fox. Adjusting, Joel shuffled his hips between her legs, Cathy's arms falling back on the hard surface to support her weight, unbalancing. As he pushed into her crotch, Cathy's feet elevated from the ground and she hung in the air, trapped between Joel and the kitchen unit.
Their eyes met, hers frightened like a deer caught in the headlights, his as lifeless as an android's, each grind of his cock against her crotch causing it to twitch and inflate inside his jogger bottoms. Reaching down, Joel gripped the collar of her shirt, tugging firmy. Several bottoms popped as he tore, the light material parting at the centre to reveal a heaving, lace clad bosom. The bra was a half cup push-up design, raising her breasts like two trifles, the lace so light the nipples moulded into each cup. Engulfed by two enormously spread aureolae, visible through the diaphanous material, Joel swallowed hard. Cathy gasped in shock and distress, her eyes as wide as ping pong balls. "Joel, no...please..." she begged, shuffling back on her elbows, but going nowhere fast.
Joel sneered, ignoring the protest as he eased the shredded shirt off her shoulders, their midriffs welded. As he craned forward to kiss her, instinctively Cathy put up her hands, unbalancing further, her spine meeting the cool surface of the unit, knees raised and legs kicking up horizontally. In a desperate attempt to flee, sharpened talons clawed at his cheek, drawing two tramlines of blood and prompting Joel to shake his head, features graven. "Oh dear, Cathy, now that wasn't clever," he whispered, the words spiced with menace.
The prone woman flinched as his hand rose, though Joel merely dabbed at his cheek, assessing the damage. Not that looks mattered where he was going! Dismissing the numb pain, he moved in, attempting to press his mouth to hers. Defensively Cathy turned away, head defiantly to the side. Again Joel voiced his displeasure in revered tones. Tugging blindly at the top drawer, his groping hand fell upon a kitchen knife. Holding the blade to Cathy's cheek, the mere threat did the trick, no verbalisation of the intent required.
A prompt from Joel and she turned her head back, lips puckered to receive his. In an act of submission, she even allowed his tongue to snake inside, finding hers, hoping this would pacify him and see an early end to the torment. As she lay, Cathy was doubtless thinking: he's my neighbour, there's no way he'll go through with this. He's just trying to frighten me. At the same time, Joel was thinking: Yeah I may be her neighbour, but do I give a fuck? By the time the cops catch up with me I'll be long dead. The thought passed in a quick pulse from brain to groin, his cock harder than ever before, more so even than with Natalie hours earlier. This was one exhilarating headrush. "Take off your bra for me," he ordered.
As Cathy paused, the knife was held aloft once more, prompting her to reach behind to comply. Unhooking, the lacy garment, it loosened on the huge fleshy womanly orbs, the tops of the aureolae exposed. As the flimsy garment fell, exposing a pair of pendulous d-cup delights, Joel licked his lips in anticipation.
Instinctively Cathy went to cover herself, eyes welling with salty tears, breath racing, heart pounding. Joel smiled as he reached down and pushed both arms back to her sides holding them in place with an elbow and a raised knee as he straddled her body, cupping the underside of each fleshy orb and fondling expertly. Joel squeezed then moulded the oversized tits into a hot-looking cleavage, each hard nipple popping out on stalks. Playfully he rubbed a palm across, grazing the surface of each erect teat and eliciting a light moan from his victim, before wrapping his lips around the right one. Sucking long and hard, he stretched the nipple with his bared teeth, causing Cathy's back to arch almost involuntarily and more unwilling pleasure.
Seemingly resigned to her fate, doubtless buoyed by her earlier masturbatory exploits, when Joel moved his knee back down to attain comfort, Cathy's arms remained passively at her sides. He clawed at her crotch, gathering up a length of pleated skirt. Cathy groaned, fingernails scraping the glazed surface of the worktop, the heat of the day having caused her face to blush purple, sweat bubbling on the skin, red hair matted to her brow. The skirt up around her waist, Joel continued to prod at her cunt through a pair of panties that was getting damp, causing an intoxicating aroma to waft up. "You want me to fuck you, don't you Cathy?"
Regaining her senses and attuned to the madness of the charade, the prone housewife shook her head vehemently, in denial, the motion causing her tits to wobble like blancmanges. "Yes you do, Cathy, you've always wanted me, haven't you?"
"Nooo." The cry tailed off as Joel dispatched the skirt to the kitchen floor, leaving just the skimpy panties to cover Cathy's modesty.
Easing the joggers to his knees, Joel's cock sprung forth, prodding at her inner thigh as he jockeyed for position. Cathy closed her eyes, resistance ebbing as her panties were drawn aside and the tips of Joel's fingers scraped the brush of red hair. He stroked the wiry brush, enjoying the feel and the moistness beneath. Moving in more snugly, cock replaced hand, its fingers sucked clean, her pussy squelching as the swollen and bulbous tip dug into lushness. Both let out an audible sigh.
Cathy adjusted on the hard unit, parting her legs and raising her knees to allow the head to embed in the moist and juicy snatch. Inhaling a lungful, Joel slammed the shaft hard mercilessly forwarf, splitting her pussy. Cathy thrashed her head from side to side and whimpered. Joel#s eyes rolled, savouring the feel. "You've wanted me all along, haven't you, Cathy?"
"Noooooooo."
Joel retracted and slammed back harder, deeper if that were possible, burying to the base of the shaft, heavy balls crashing against her perineum. "That's for stringing me along all this time," he cried, cock sticky with her juices.
"I'm sorrrrrrry," moaned Cathy.
Slam, it went back in, raising a fevered groan. "And that's for your fuckin' shitty kids trampling my flowerbed."
"Sorrrrrrry."
Another rockhard thrust brought a further shriek. "And that's for the little bastards breaking my window."
Cathy's apology was muffled in the loud expiration from her lips, accompanying a gush that rushed around his shaft preceding a monumental orgasm. Another violent stroke caused the climax to rip through her body. "God you make me so hot, Cathy," he panted. "I'm so damned close myself."
Through her groaning, Cathy appealed: "Please don't cum in me, Joel, I'm not on contraceptives."
As his stroking slowed to a leisurely pumping, Joel thought about the plea. Why the fuck shouldn't he dump his wad inside her? The idea of leaving behind a legacy, preferably a son to avenge his murder, appealed no end. As he pushed his cock back and forth, Cathy continued to plead over and over not to cum inside her.
Joel scratched his chin, a wicked thought arising. Out popped his rock hard slime-coated cock and, in a show of balletic dexterity, he flipped his victim over onto her front, large tits pressed down onto the surface, spilling out from the sides. A fulsome cackside wiggled invitingly as Joel manouvered. The engorged head of his rampant manhood ran up her perineum, depositing a snail-like trail, until the head nestled in the puckered ring of her arse. Suddenly Cathy realised the error. "Noooooooo, not my arse," she begged in genuine terror.
"Yes your arse," her tormentor retorted manically, backing up the words with hard actions, prising apart her buttocks with his fingers and forcing the engorged head into that most tight of crevices.
Cathy squealed like a pig caught by the butcher before he was even a fraction of the way in and, had he not been so hard, the clenched virgin arsehole would surely have repelled the unwelcome invasion. Yet nothing on earth was going to stand in Joel's way as his meat cleaver ripped into the tight anal sinew and muscle. Each newly impaled inch drew a squeal of pain from Cathy, the feeling of warmth from the recent orgasm having quickly subsided into stone cold fear. Joel roared his appreciation as the tight tunnel strangled the shaft. He forced in the last two inches, shouting: "And that's for your cat shitting on my patio."
The apology that fell from her lips was inaudible, drowned in a scream as Joel held still, savouring the feel.
Cathy continued to plead hopelessly for mercy as he stole a deep breath. With that the anal assault began in earnest.
In and out of her ravaged arsehole he drilled, her breathing pepered with whimpers. Unluckily for poor Cathy, his earlier activity with Natalie had turned Joel into a marathon man. He felt he good go all day. In and out his cock pistoned, slap, slap, slap sounded his thighs against her buttocks, each stroke eliciting a more heightened reaction. "And that's for keeping me awake at night with your stupid parties."
Cathy's whimpers grew louder as her arse stretched to accommodate the huge tool. "You love having your arse fucked, don't you Cathy?" he mocked.
"Nooooooo."
"Hmmm, I think you do," he retorted, reaching under to run a finger into a pussy that had become somewhat soaked.
Cathy baulked at the touch, relaxing as Joel's finger found her swollen clit and teased it. Joel felt her cunt clench around the digits, holding them in. "Now, admit it Cathy, you filthy slut, you love having your arse fucked."
As if by way of prompting, Joel inflicted a dozen quick hard anal thrusts. A brief hesitation, finally she admitted: "Oh yes I do, Joel, yesssssss. That's it, fuck my tight little arse hard, Joel," she implored.
Leaning in, he nibbled at her earlobe before whispering: "And what are you?"
"I'm a...I'm a filthy little slut."
The words sent Joel perilously close to the edge. Yessssssss," he exhaled.
Upping the tempo, he buggered and fingered with gusto, ravaging the hot body beneath him. Reaching the point of no return, he exploded inside her ring with a volcano-like climax, length after length of hot seed pumping up into her bowels.
The sensation of spunk filling her up elicited a second huge orgasm in Cathy and she wailed, banging her hands hard on the surface, a sticky pool on the kitchen surface forming between her legs. "Oh fuck Joel, yessssss."
Joel grinned. "Who needs to look at porn, huh Cathy?" he mused, before wiping his cock on a strip of torn shirt,.drawing up the jogging bottoms and letting himself out as if nothing had happened.
---
After a refreshing shower, Joel sat down to decide what to do with this, his last afternoon on earth. He'd gotten even first with Natalie and now Cathy, and it was all but impossible to top the morning's events. His brain went into overdrive, finally arriving at a lightbulb moment of pure evil brilliance. Hmm, no... Wait... Wait... A huge grin elevated his lips then subsided.
No, he couldn't. Could he? His heart started to pump like an overactive generator. Fucking hell Joel, you twisted genius. It was brilliant, yet oh so risky. If he timed it badly, there'd be no easy death to savour, no speedy bullet to the brain. Standish would likely have a gang of henchmen dismember him finger by finger, toe by toe, before beating his tortured body to within an inch of his sorry life with baseball bats and finally burn his genitalia with a blowtorch. The thought caused Joel to suck in the air dramatically.
Yet it was brilliant, ambitious and verging on crazy, as satisfying an act of vengeance as there could be. It was, after all, the brattish yet sexy teenager Tiffany Standish who'd gotten him into this predicament in the first place. The stealing of her virginity along with the tortured discovery later by Standish would be absolutely priceless and send Joel McCabe to the grave a contented man. Now all he had to do was put the plan in place.
Part 3 will follow shortly. |
Title: 24 Hours To Live Pt3
Tags: Fantasm
Content:
Having set himself the audacious vengeful task of deflowering fifteen-year-old Tiffany Standish, somehow Joel McCabe had to get to her, under the radar of protective father and arch nemesis, Mickey. No straightforward task, home to the luscious Barbie clone was a luxury penthouse suite above the club. With the only access being via a door inside the club, Fort Knox would be easier to penetrate for the unwelcome former employee with a bounty on his head. A cunning plan was required if Joel were even to worm his way inside let alone have Tiffany to himself.
As he sat basking in regret for a life about to be cut cruelly short, Joel recalled that Friday was big money Texas Hold'em day in the Standish Empire. Well, he could hardly forget, given that three weeks earlier his life savings plus another four grand parted company. Now, if only he could get a game... Sadly, a minimum buy-in of £500 all but priced him out.
The luckless gambler really, really didn't want to part with the trusty VW Golf that had served him tirelessly over the past decade, certainly not for the paltry sum of £500. It was worth double if not more. But, having received only the one firm offer so far, and with time running out, he was in no position to hold out for more. Besides which, reliable German road-holding didn't count for much where he was going. Within an hour the deal was done, the wad of crumpled notes in his clammy paw.
---
"A last throw of the dice, huh Joel?" observed Standish, theatrically checking his fifty grand Rolex as Joel joined the assembly of gangsters, drug dealers, chancers, henchmen and hangers-on that populated the Friday showdown.
Joel nodded silently, cheery in the knowledge that he knew something Mickey didn't. it was an advantage that held him steadfast in the belief he could remain strong right up to the end. He knew he was going to die but he was going out in Broadway style. Though his heart was racing, this the biggest gamble of his life, and it had nothing to do with money.
Three tables of ten players, the format was simple: last man standing took the lot. With unlimited rebuys for the first hour, the pot was liable to swell to enough to buy Standish a new wristwatch. For Joel, however, the dream of starting a new life with the fifty grand prize was a non-starter. Even if he did get lucky, he would be tracked down and snuffed out, that or live his life in constany fear and glances over the shoulder. No, this wasn't about the money but the more important virtues of pride and revenge.
An hour in to the game, his stack had dwindled to a handful of notes, any outside hope of playing himself out of trouble rapidly diminished. Glancing up, his heart missed a beat as his eyes fell upon Tiffany Standish, fresh from a West End shopping expedition, weighted down with exclusive bags. A peck on her father's cheek so as not to disturb his card playing, she retreated upstairs avoiding Joel's glare. Backside wiggling provocatively, he heaved a deep breath, steeling himself for what had to be done.
When finally his luck ran out, Joel issued his goodbyes. "Bye Joel," mouthed Standish tacitly, the implication evident, before he returned his attention to the game.
Joel reckoned he had about six hours and wondered briefly which one at the table would be charged with the task of killing him. Engrossed in their game, no one paid heed to the sneakily executed left turn, brefore he headed up the stairs, heart pounding violently. He could hear Tiffany the other side of the door, speaking on the telephone. Raising a fist, he took another huge breath and knocked. Tiffany's eye filled the spyhole. "Joel? Go away."
"Tiffany, let me in, we need to speak."
"I can't, I'm going out soon."
"Just two minutes," he implored.
"Go away or I'm calling daddy."
"I've something I want to give you, a present, before..." he appealed, letting the sentence hang in the air.
He knew the only way to get inside was to offer something. The door opened and the shallow teenaged minx smiled thinly. "Well, what is it?" she asked with a pout, dressed in a white tank top and pleated blue skirt, purchased hours earlier from the finest Knightsbridge boutiques, her long blonde hair tied in a bow.
Hands on hips, a look of impatience filled her face as Joel hesitated, battling his fear. Gathering up the mettle, he made the move with ninja-like stealth, grasping her thin wrist and twisting the girl around so she faced away, a palm pressed to her mouth, the knife to her belly. As they shuffled to the living room, his whispered warning in her ear not to struggle went unheeded as she gyrated like a pole dancer on acid.
It was only as they entered the expansive lounge that Joel realised how badly he'd misjudged the situation. Sat on the couch were two other females he recognised instantly as Mickey Standish's third wife, Jackie, and his eldest daughter, Tiffany's half-sister, Charlotte. Mouths fell open, all eyes his way as he wrestled the eel-like Tiffany into an armchair, still clasped tightly to his body. "Don't hurt her," cried Jackie instinctively.
A former model of forty, Jackie Standish had the figure of a younger woman, breasts defying gravity and the intervening years. A bubbled-haired streetwise brunette, her eyes were large like a baby's. Clad in a spangly tight pink shirt and jeans, she had been tending to Charlotte's hair prior to Joel's intrusion.
Sat next to her stepmother on the couch, Charlotte Standish sported an armless, spaghetti-strapped turquoise top that stopped above the belly to reveal the obligatory navel piercing. In contrast to the older woman, Charlotte had a slender body, lacking cleavage, reminiscent of a budding schoolgirl. Her big highlighted hair was piled upon her head in readiness for a night on the town. Charlotte recognised Joel, her eyes slanting, though it was Jackie that spoke. "You've got some nerve coming in here."
Joel swallowed hard, assessing the situation. He had one advantage, Tiffany in his arms, a knife held menancingly close to her windpipe. "You make a sound and I'll slit her throat," he countered, trying his best to convey an air of menace as Tiffany squirmed and wriggled in his lap.
"Let her go," stated Jackie coolly. "Let her go and you can walk away no more said."
Joel didn't rate his chances. He'd be lucky to get past the front door. As Jackie made to rise from the couch, Joel ordered her to remain seated, his grip tightening at Tiffany's neck. "If it's money, you want..."
Joel shook his head over Tiffany's shoulder, the captive physically shaking. It wasn't about money.
"We'll do anything you say, just don't hurt her," offered Charlotte.
Joel contemplated the offer, salacious thoughts springing to mind. Maybe he could turn this adverse situation to an advantage. A three-for-one deal, his cock was throbbing with anticipation. "Anything, huh?" he mused. "Okay, I want you to start by taking off each other's clothes...slowly mind."
The pair looked at each other then at Joel, the blade remaining at Tiffany's throat. "No fucking about or she gets it. And believe me, I mean it."
There was a flicker of recognition in Jackie's huge Bambi eyes. Maybe she knew his fate. Maybe she realised he had absolutely nothing to lose. Certainly she was more compliant than he might have imagined, turning and inviting Charlotte closer. Charlotte hesitated, drawing a growl of displeasure from Joel's lips and a whimper from Tiffany as the blade tightened. It needed a prompt from the older woman to animate Charlotte. "Just do as he says, honey."
Gingerly Charlotte shuffled closer, Jackie inhaling as the younger woman's tremulous fingers reached out to pop the top button on the pink shirt. The sheer material stretched across the expansive breasts, drawing Joel's eyes. The second button opened to reveal the smooth tops of each breast. Joel heaved a deep sigh, his cock inflating to press at Tiffany's coccyx.
The third button hinted at a white bra, a pair of buxom breasts straining at the lacy cups. Joel's breath came faster, his arousal prompting Tiffany to shuffle uncomfortably on top. As the fourth and final button opened, Jackie's breasts forced the shirt apart to expose a flat tanned belly. Charlotte looked across for direction, his hand gesture telling her to remove it completely. The shirt shimmied down Jackie's long arms and off, leaving her in just the lacy bra, boobs quivering. It was the older woman's turn to seek direction, a look that both frightened Joel and excited him in equal measure. Though he was in control, the balance could easily tip and if, for any reason, they were able to wield it back, he was done for. "Now take hers off," he stated calmly.
Charlotte raised a pair of slender arms above her head, allowing Jackie to grip the sides of the turquoise armless top, hoisting it clear to reveal a thin, athletic and equally tanned body, lacking noticeably in curves. "Okay, strip each other off completely," Joel prompted, emphasising the point by gritting his teeth as the knife scored the skin of Tiffany's soft neck.
After an obligatory brief hesitation from the pair, broken by Tiffany's whimper as Joel twisted the blade, Charlotte swung her shoulders around, allowing Jackie to reach for the clasp. A pair of pert b-cups, finished with the perkiest pink nipples was unveiled and immediately Charlotte went to cover herself. A further squeeze upon her sister's throat and the resultant squeal, coupled with another steely glance, prompted them back to her sides. Joel feasted for precious moments, the bulge once more brushing the small of Tiffany's back.
Jackie mirrored the younger girl's actions, turning her back, Charlotte's shaky fingers fumbling with the catch. The uncoupled bra rested momentarily upon Jackie's globular breasts, before slipping down in slow motion into her lap. Her breasts were a high d-cup that stood defiantly upon her chest, with no midlife plunge as one might have expected. Jackie it seemed had been utilising Mickey Standish's dirty money for cosmetic enhancement. "Pkay I want you to play with them, Charlotte," mouthed Joel.
Charlotte's eyes darted from Jackie's to Joel's to Tiffany's, the latter's wide with terror as the blade toyed with her throat. Firmly seated in Joel's lap, she was repeating under her breath. "I can't believe this is happening...I can't believe this is happening..."
Joel chuckled, basking in the rosy glow of complete control over three sexy babes. Oh how he was going out in style, and to hell with the consequences. His only regret was not being able to witness Mickey Standish's face when the scene was discovered. That would be almost worth the price. "Oh it is happening," he whispered back in Tiffany's ear, nuzzling the lobe with his teeth and prompting a volley of light whimpers from the girl. "Play with them, Charlotte," he commanded.
Across the room, tentatively Charlotte extended an arm, fingers lightly touching the top of Jackie's right breast. "Stroke it," directed Joel, shuffling once more to attain comfort.
Following the tedious pause that had become an unwelcome cliche, Charlotte consented, tiny digits trailing the expanse of spherical flesh to the soft nipple. A caress and the nipple inflated. "Pinch it," ordered Joel, smacking his lips.
Charlotte clamped the tips of thumb and forefinger over the erect teat, squeezing gently, far too lovingly for Joel's taste. "Harder!" he barked.
Jackie gave an understanding nod of approval to the younger woman, sucking in air as the tightened fingers pinched and twisted, bringing pain then pleasure. Charlotte moved her hand across mimicking the action on the left nipple. Though Jackie looked disapproving, there was arousal in her body.
As Tiffany shuffled in Joel's lap, nstinctively the hand around her waist started to stroke the toned belly through the white tank top. Held tight, Tiffany could do no more than shift side-to-side. Higher the hand progressed, finding the undersides of her breasts. Bra-less underneath the tank top, Joel ran a palm over the curved surface, grazing each attentive nipple. Tiffany fought to control her breathing. "Lift your arms," Joel whispered in her ear, then louder: "LIFT."
Tiffany consented grudgingly, the blade momentarily leaving her neck as Joel tugged the tank top clear, the other two women's attention drawn to Tiffany's peach-shaped boobs. Charlotte's fingers seemed almost subconsciously to squeeze more meaningfully at her stepmother's nipple, a stifled gasp betraying Jackie. Joel's cock was so hard it chafed on his trousers.
Tiffany gasped too as Joel's free hand found her newly exposed breasts, cupping each in turn, kneading and pinching. They felt good in his hands, so fresh and young. "Change around," ordered Joel to the pair opposite. "I want to see you do that to Charlotte, Jackie."
Charlotte's arms dropped automatically to her sides as Jackie reached in to cradle each tiny breast. Concentrating on the perky nipples, minimal stimulation was required to prompt a treacherous moan of appreciation from the younger woman. "You want Jackie to suck them, don't you Charlotte?" grinned Joel.
Charlotte shook her head in defiance. "Do it, Jackie," their captor boomed.
Jackie hesitated, glancing over to see the knife had been lowered to caress Tiffany's left breast, the blade teasing the nipple threateningly. "Please God, no," Tiffany begged, her throat clenched. "Do as he says, Jackie...please..."
Hearing her beg almost made Joel cum in his pants though thank Christ he didn't.
Having appraised the severity of the threat, Jackie obeyed, bending into Charlotte's lean body, tongue extended beneath the erect teat. A lash of the tongue and the nipple was coated in saliva. Puckering, Jackie's lips closed in. She sucked long and hard, causing Charlotte to dig her teeth in her bottom lip. Looking up, she saw Joel grinning over, quickly forcing her face to cloud over once more. "Put more effort in, Jackie," sounded Joel, the prompt causing Jackie to glare but nonetheless press her face in and suck harder.
At the same time, Joel reached around to roll Tiffany's hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She wriggled uncomfortably in his lap, each movement forcing Joel's stiff cock into the snug crevice of her arse. Sinking his teeth in her soft neck, she shied away, before the blade forced her back into position. "Run your fingers through Jackie's hair," Joel directed Charlotte. "Then I want to see you suck Jackie's tits, okay."
With a look of hate in her eyes, Charlotte stroked the older woman's brunette curls. Jackie flung back her head, a further glare at Joel before she allowed Charlotte to press her lips to her huge orbs. Charlotte tried to reproduce Jackie's actions but, being her first time with another woman, it was all highly uncomfortable and embarrassing for her. After a minute or so, Joel ordered a cessation. "Don't they look so good together, Tiffany? Mmmmmmm. Charlotte, stand up. Jackie, stay put."
Cleaning the saliva from her lips with a soft tongue, Charlotte did as she was ordered, arms were folded across her breasts. "Move over here, closer, Charlotte. Tiffany, I want you to take down her jeans," mouthed Joel over his captive's shoulder.
As Charlotte edged in, Tiffany's fingers reached for the belt at her sister's waist, sliding it through its holds. Joel took charge of the discarded length of thick leather, brain filling with all sorts of nasty ideas, watching intently as the buttons at Charlotte's crotch popped open. The jeans were so tight that, despite wrinkling a little at each thigh, they remained more or less in place. "Pull them down," he ordered Tiffany.
Tiffany tugged and the denims eased down in a concertina at Charlotte's knees. They fell the remaining two feet, crumpling at her ankles to reveal a pair of angular legs. Joel's eyes, however, were transfixed to her groin, covered in a skimpy blue thong. The feint outline of Charlotte's pussy lips was visible beneath, whilst an unmistakable dot of arousal at the crotch betrayed her nonchalance. "Take off her thong," suggested Joel matter-of-factly to his charge.
Tiffany baulked at the thought of touching her sister in that most private of places. Voicing his disapproval, Joel shifted, the knife providing the requisite encouragement for the frightened schoolgirl to hook her thumbs through the side strings. Tugging sharply, the thong fell away, exposing Charlotte's cleanly shaven pussy Pink, plump and glistening lightly, Joel smacked his lips in appreciation. "Now turn around," he ordered Charlotte. "Bend over and hold onto your ankles."
Charlotte did as instructed, an exchanged glance with Jackie who looked back sympathetically. Charlotte's tight arse mere a foot away, those plump pussy lips peeped back through her clenched thighs as a hint of female arousal clung unmistakeably to the air beneath Joel's nostrils. Tiffany shifted uncomfortably, trying not to look at her sister's buttocks.
Suddenly Joel raised his free hand. Tiffany and Jackie could both see that it gripped Charlotte's belt, their eyes widening. The trio of backhand swipes took Charlotte by complete surprise, the leather stinging her buttocks numbly. Fortunately for the girl, with Tiffany on his lap, Joel had been unable to gain much leverage, three feint pink lines running from cheek to cheek. Moreover, he had spared her the buckled end - for now. Nonetheless, Charlotte shrieked, as much in surprise as pain. "That's a warning, okay? If any of you steps out of line or disobeys me, it's the buckle end, and I won't hold back. Understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Jackie stood, appealing. "Leave these two poor innocent girls alone, take me, do anything you want..."
"Shut the fuck up," barked Joel, causing Jackie to sit back down. "Now turn around sideways," he directed, Charlotte shuffling around, the jeans still at her ankles. "Jackie, I think Charlotte could do with some pain relief. Get down on your knees behind her."
Jackie glowered over, defiantly staying put. Evidently she'd decided this had gone far enough.
"Now what the fuck did I just say?" Joel boomed.
Losing his temper, he lashed out with the belt. This time the buckle end bit into Charlotte's soft butt cheeks. She cried out in sheer pain. "Do as he says, please Jackie," she begged in between bouts of sucked-in air, a series of red welts materialising on the cheeks.
Jackie stood to take up a position at Charlotte's rear, staring straight into the younger woman's pussy. "God, you're sick," spat Tiffany, wriggling in his lap and finding her voice at last. "You're never going to get away with this, I hope you know."
Joel smiled knowingly. Little did she realise. His own small inevitable death was well worth this ritual humiliation, the battle won even if the war was lost. "Enjoy the show," he whispered in Tiffany's ear. "I know I will."
Jackie looked over, awaiting instruction. "I want to see you eat your stepdaughter's hot pussy," uttered Joel.
The clock on the wall told him that there were two hours of his life left to live, two hours in which to make these women pay terribly for their association with Mickey Standish. Two hours. Conceivably this could be the best two hours ever in Joel McCabe's life.
Part 4 - the conclusion - follows sortly. |
Title: 24 Hour Sex-Swapping Pills
Tags: Fantasy, Body modification, Hardcore, Reluctance, Virginity
Introduction:
A guy wakes up after a night of drinking to find that his roommate has secretly slipped him 24hour sex-swapping pills.
Content:
I honestly laughed out loud the first time I read the email. I was used to seeing all sorts of ridiculous nonsense, ads for penis enlargement pills, a cream that promised extra staying power, a smoothie powder that would supposedly have you cumming buckets... you name it, and it seemed someone out there was willing to try to sell you something for it. I was a marketing major, and I actually got quite a kick out of seeing how inventive they could be trying to advertise the things, so I made it a point of going through my spam folder every couple of weeks. But twenty-four hour gender swapping pills? That was a new one, even for me. And they actually included photos, too- supposedly before and afters, and I had to admit, if I hadn't know any better I almost would have found them convincing. I must have spent a good half an hour scrolling up and down through the five sets of photos they'd included, trying to decide if they'd photoshoped them, and if so which one was the original, or if they'd somehow found five pairs of men and women who looked just that similar to one another, siblings maybe, and paid them all for naked pictures. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause, beyond my ability to determine. But there was one girl in particular... that photo, at least, I'd decided was real, saving her to my "special" folder and having myself a very satisfying wank. Then later, once my roommate Blake got home from class, I enlisted him for an opinion as well. Being a computer science major I thought he might know some tricks for detecting the frauds, but no luck there- we ended up just having a good laugh over them, and screwing around for the rest of the night trying to convince each other to order a set of pills to give them a try.
And that was the last I thought about it for the next couple of months- until the morning after our last day of exams. I woke up tired and achy all over, my mind feeling slow and fuzzy like I was still somewhat buzzed, but after the amount we'd both had to drink celebrating the night before I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until I rolled over, finally awake enough to notice the unexpected weight on my chest, that I realized something was wrong and opened my eyes.
"Fuck!" I gasped, my voice unexpectedly high and girlish sounding as I stared down at the set of full, perky D-cup tits on my chest. I reached down in a panic, fumbling my way under the boxers I normally wore to bed. And sure enough, rather than the five hard inches of morning wood I was accustomed to waking up with, I instead found a set of soft, hot little pussy lips awaiting my touch. I let out a surprised little moan at the unexpected intensity as I brushed over my clit... but not even that could distract me from my anger as I suddenly remembered that email from months before and realized what Blake must have done.
I stood up, a little unsteadily with the unfamiliar center of gravity and shape of hips I was suddenly coping with, all set to storm down the hall to Blake's room to demand an explanation and apology for pulling such a stupid and dangerous prank- until I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the back of my door, and what I saw stopped me in my tracks.
"Fuck me..." I whispered, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. I was fucking hot! Not just, like, cute coffee shop girl hot. I was seriously, like, supermodel hot! My hair was still my same normal shade, sort of a dirty, honey blonde, but it was thicker now, more lustrous, running in sexy, sleep-tousled waves down past my shoulders, nearly to the middle of my back. My eyes, too, were still their normal blue, but they seemed so much bigger now, and brighter somehow. Full, pouty red lips, cheekbones that could cut glass... and my figure! Huge, gravity-defying D-cup tits, with pale pink nipples already erect with arousal as I stood there looking at myself. An almost impossibly tiny little waist, my formerly six-pack abs now softened but still just barely present, making me look athletic and trim. Hips.... God damn, those hips! And slender, toned legs that seemed to go on forever! I could just barely still see traces of my own features, here and there... but it was like I was my own beautiful, unbelievably sexy cousin, or something! I couldn't help myself- I slipped my thumbs under the hem of my boxers, easing them down, revealing a tiny blonde landing strip above the most succulent looking pink pussy I'd ever seen in my life! My inner lips, so tiny and trim I could barely even see them, were literally glistening with arousal as I stood there staring at myself in the mirror. I tested with a finger tip, just gently rubbing up and down between my lips a little, and couldn't stop another moan, my eyes fluttering closed in pure, knee-shaking pleasure. Fuck! How did that feel so much better than touching my dick? And that was just the outside! I hadn't even worked up the courage to try actually penetrating myself yet!
I tore my hand away from myself and hardened my resolve. Blake was going to get a huge fucking piece of my mind, for pulling something like this! Bad enough, slipping me mystery internet drugs without my knowledge or consent- but this was obviously so much worse than that! I mean, no sort of drug could do anything remotely like this! It had to be some sort of magic, or something- which was its own sort of mind fuck, coming to the sudden realization that magic must actually be real! But as screwed up as that was, it made a hell of a lot more sense than believing it was just some sort of drug. It would have made more sense if he'd slipped me some sort of hallucinogenic, and I was imagining all this... that actually stopped me for a minute, considering the possibility. But a few moments exploring my absolutely magnificent, firm tits convinced me that whatever this was, I was actually experiencing it, not just passed out and imagining it all.
I threw on my robe, struggling to get it to close properly over my suddenly prodigious chest, and stomped out the door and down the hall to tell Blake just what I thought of him and what he'd done to me. Or that was my intention, at least. Turns out, it's hard to really "stomp" properly, when you find yourself weighing maybe a buck ten soaking wet, and the unintentional, unavoidable wiggle in your hips keeps throwing you off your stride. But I got to his door eventually, and pounded angrily until I heard him on the other side.
"I'm up, I'm up!" he grumbled. "Just a minute!"
I stood there impatiently tapping my foot, working up a good head of steam and planning just what I was going to say to the bastard. But when he finally opened the door, and I saw him standing there in nothing but his boxers running his fingers through his hair as he tried to finish waking up... it was like taking a sucker punch straight to the ovaries, and suddenly I couldn't even speak.
"Oh shit... Mike?" he asked, eyes going wide as he stared me hungrily up and down, and all I could do was nod. "Oh my God! I can't believe it actually worked! Here, let me see!" He reached out, his hand slipping easily into my robe, finding my breast and giving it a squeeze.
"Hey! Stop that!" I exclaimed, the shock of his touch finally knocking me out of my stupor as I backed against the wall, batting his hand away.
"Oh come on," he grinned wickedly, slowly advancing on me again. "You can't tell me you don't want to explore a little, now that it's actually worked! Why else did you make such a point of showing me that email, when you got it?"
"No, I..." I objected, vigorously shaking my head. But he ignored me, his hand snapping out to grab the sash of my robe, giving it a yank. I tried to hold it closed with my hands, but he was faster, and so, so much stronger than me now! He pinned me back against the wall, his hand snaking easily in past my ineffectual guard, forcing his way down into my boxers. And as messed up as it was, it was just so intense, I couldn't help but moan.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you little slut?" he breathed heavily into my ear as he began rubbing up and down along my lips. "And already wet for me, too! Such a good, eager little whore!"
God... I had to concentrate! Why was it so hard to think? I was about to tell him to stop, I swear I was! I was going to scream for help, if that was what it took! But all of a sudden he slipped a finger inside of me, and I immediately lost all capacity for speech.
"Feels good, doesn't it... Michelle?" he asked, an impish glint in his eye. I swallowed nervously, but trying to deny it would obviously have been pointless, so I gave him the nod he was looking for.
"Yeah, I bet it does!" he grinned. "God, I can't believe how fucking sexy you turned out to be! I never really thought it would work, you know. Not really. But after you showed me that email, I just couldn't get the idea of you as a girl out of my mind. And I thought... why not? What did I have to lose? And if it did actually work... well, you always had kind of feminine features in the first place, to be honest, so I was hopeful you'd at least be cute. But fuck, dude! You are so much hotter than I was expecting! I can hardly believe my luck!"
"You... you really mean that?" I heard myself asking, and suddenly it wasn't just his finger inside me giving me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. "You really think I'm hot?"
"Like you really have to ask!" he laughed, his other hand pushing my robe aside to take a bruisingly hard grip of my tit, making me gasp at the unexpected pleasure and pain. "But if you don't believe me, that's fine. Grab hold of my dick, and you can see for yourself just how I'm feeling about this 'new you'."
I shook my head, my eyes widening in shock that he would even suggest such a thing. But the more I thought about it, somehow the less crazy it started to sound. I could feel myself starting to blush, and I nervously bit my lip- and when had that become something I did, by the way? But before I could make up my mind one way or the other, Blake was slipping a second finger inside of me, and suddenly I needed to have my hand on his cock!
I was nervous and clumsy, not to mention hellishly distracted by what he was busy doing to me! But from the first tentative brush of my fingertips through his boxers, I could hardly believe what I was feeling. I fished him out quickly after that, and Oh. My. God! I already knew he was bigger than me, from accidental glimpses in the locker room, but I'd never seen him hard before! He had to be a full ten inches, and as thick around as my new, girlish wrist!
"Like that, baby girl?" He smirked, and I nodded dumbly, unable to find the words as I instinctively started stroking him. He was so heavy! And even using both hands at once, I couldn't cover him all. "Let me hear you say it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love his huge fucking cock!"
"I..." I swallowed nervously, my eyelids fluttering closed for a moment from a particularly intense wave of pleasure between my thighs. "I love it! I love your huge fucking cock.... Daddy!"
"Good girl!" he praised, and it was just flat out ridiculous, the wave of warmth I felt in my chest upon hearing those two simple words. "What do you want to do with it, baby? Let me hear you say!"
I bit my lip, again unable to speak. Thankfully, he had mercy on me.
"You want to stroke it, baby girl?" he prompted. "You want to make it spray all over your pretty little face, and your big, firm tits?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I obediently moaned, reflexively tightening my grip on that huge, amazing cock, stroking faster. I had a vague feeling that something was wrong... but I just couldn't think! I just knew I had to please him, had to agree with everything he said! "I want to jerk you off! I want to make you cover me with your jizz!"
"And you want to suck it?"
"Ohhh, yes, Daddy!" I moaned, trembling as he held me pressed so tightly, helplessly against the wall. He'd started doing something different with his fingers, putting more pressure on a spot just inside and towards my front... oh, fuck! My g-spot, I realized. He was fluttering his fingers back and forth right on top of my g-spot, and it felt fucking incredible! It was all I could do to remember what I was supposed to be saying. "I want to suck it, Daddy! I want to suck your cock! I want to make you blast off into my mouth! I want to swallow your hot fucking load, Daddy! Every last drop! I want to swallow your fucking cum!"
"And you want to fuck it, baby?" he asked.
"I want it to fuck me, Daddy!" I specified, gasping for air. Oh God, I was so close! It felt so different, compared to what I was used to as a guy, but still I could tell. It was like an enormous wave, building up inside of me, higher and higher, searching for a beach on which to crash. Or like a balloon, stretching and stretching, nearly to the point of breaking, waiting for one little prick in just the right place before I could burst. "I want you to drive it up inside of me, Daddy! I want it deep! I want to take it all! I want you to take my tiny, tight little virgin pussy, and I want you to fucking ruin me, Daddy! I want you to pin me down, and I want you to fucking rape me! And no matter how much I scream, or fight, I don't want you to stop! I want you to fuck me, Daddy! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" I came at last, convulsing and squealing, so much more intense than anything I'd ever felt as a boy! It was only Blake pinning me so tightly against the wall that kept me from falling into a heap on the hallway floor.
"Good girl!" he praised me again as it was happening, kicking up what he was doing between my thighs yet another notch, taking me from a squeal to a full-fledged scream. "Such a good little whore! Cum for Daddy, slut! Cum for me hard!" Then he kissed me, hard, right on the lips, shoving his tongue deeply into my mouth, even as the orgasm was still tearing through me. I froze in shock... but it was just too much to take. I closed my lips around his tongue, sucking eagerly, just like the dirty little whore he'd made of me. And the truth was... I fucking loved it! Every moment of it! And despite my orgasm easily lasting about five times as long as any I'd ever had before, I still felt it was far too soon as it ebbed gradually to a close, and he pulled away from our kiss.
"That first one was a freebie, since it was your first one as a girl, and you didn't know quite what to expect," he grinned at me wickedly, slowly slipping his fingers out of me at last, leaving me suddenly empty and wanting. He brought them up in front of me then, my eyes widening as I saw that they were absolutely drenched in creamy white girl-cum. And as he turned his wrist, presenting them for me, I didn't wait for the demand- I obediently opened my mouth, eagerly taking them inside and starting to suck.
"Such a good, good little girl!" he laughed as I cleaned him, then he withdrew, lovingly, possessively stroking my cheek with his hand. "As I was saying- that first one was a freebie. But from here on out, I expect you to ask, first. And you will not cum without my permission! Do you understand me, slut?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I whimpered, swallowing nervously, my imagination running wild with just what this new rule could mean.
"Good girl!" he smiled, patting my cheek. "Now... turn the fuck around, and bend over against the wall! You want me to fuck you, do you? Well... let's see if you're still singing the same tune as I'm beating this tight little cunt of yours black and blue with my cock, shall we?"
I gasped in shock, and he didn't wait for me to turn around on my own, grabbing me by my hips and twisting me violently around, pushing between my shoulder blades until my tits were squashed painfully against the wall, yanking my robe from my shoulders and tossing it aside. I instinctively tilted my hips, presenting myself for him, as his hard, hot cockhead began probing at my lips from behind. I whimpered piteously as it was happening- he was so much thicker than his fingers had been! But his threats (and my encouragement!) to the contrary, he was actually surprisingly gentle with me, taking his time to slowly, carefully stretch me enough to accomodate his head, then only gradually working his way deeper, letting me adjust as he went. It still wasn't entirely without pain- but that was unavoidable, given his size. And once he finally bottomed out- a feat I think we were both equally amazed I'd actually managed on my first time trying- the gentleness quickly vanished. But that was okay, because once he'd made it all the way inside, once I knew I actually could take him all, I was every bit as eager for the rough stuff as he was. And boy, did he give it to me, let me tell you! Five times. Five fucking times, he brought me to the very brink of orgasm, made me beg and plead for permission, until just as I about to lose my last shred of control and cum anyways, he finally ordered me to cum for him, letting loose an orgasm so absolutely fucking amazing, he had me literally seeing stars. And yeah... some part of me recognized that was because I was actually forgetting to breathe properly, and I was about to pass out. But hell... seeing stars is seeing stars, and it was incredible!
He finally pulled out, spinning me around and pushing me to my knees, shoving his throbbing, girlcum-covered cock into my mouth. I moaned eagerly, sucking for all I was worth and stroking him with my hands, until I earned the hot, steamy reward I'd been dying to receive. And there was so much of it, too! Way more than anything I'd ever produced when I was still a boy! I almost choked, trying to keep it all in my mouth to explore the taste, but once I gave up on that plan and started swallowing, it was okay. It was salty- but not nearly as bad as I'd been expecting, from the way I'd always heard girls complain. And anyways, whatever it may have lacked in tastiness, it more than made up for in the heat and thickness of it as I felt it sliding down my throat!
"Thank you, Daddy!" I smiled up at him from my knees, opening wide and sticking out my tongue to show him I'd finished my treat.
"You're welcome, baby," he smiled back, lovingly stroking his fingers through my hair. I started cleaning the rest of him with my tongue, then- all the parts of him I hadn't been able to fit inside my mouth directly. I felt bad about that... but it was my first time, and I hadn't even been able to work up to it properly, like if I'd been giving him a blowjob for real rather than just swallowing his load after he'd finished fucking my pussy, so I figured that was okay. But still... I was determined to get better at it, with practice. Scarily huge or not, I so wanted to be able to swallow Daddy's entire cock at once!
"Just what did you do to me, anyways?" I asked as I finished cleaning him, still gently playing with him in my hand as I stared up into his eyes. I glanced down, gesturing at myself with my other hand. "I mean... was it really just some sketchy internet pill, that did all this?"
"Nothing you didn't want me to," he grinned down at me, continuing his slow, loving stroking of my hair. "Besides, do you really still care how I did it?" he asked.
I paused, head tilted to the side, as I tried my hardest to think about it. I smiled. "No... I guess I don't," I giggled, just like the sexy bimbo slut I'd become. "I'm just happy that you did!"
"Good girl!" he said, pulling me to my feet and giving me a deep, passionate kiss. "Now come on- let's get you into the bathroom, so I can show you how to clean yourself out properly. Once I'm ready to go again, I'm going to teach you how to take it up this gorgeous little ass of yours, next!" He punctuated his words with a sudden, stinging spank, making me yelp and jump in surprise, following it up with a perfectly lovely little fondle and squeeze!
"Yes, Daddy!" I giggled again, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks. In both sets of cheeks, as a matter of fact, as the heat from Daddy's spanking was starting to diffuse through the flesh of my ass. I gave the one set a shake in his hand, while presenting the other set for a kiss. I got a laugh, a kiss, and a squeeze- and even a little jiggle, though my ass was so small and firm, there really wasn't much of that- as Daddy escorted me into the bathroom to help me get ready for round two. I was nervous- Daddy, as mentioned, was fucking huge, and my ass, also as mentioned, most definitely was not! But I knew from before that he would be gentle with me when it mattered. Mostly, I was just excited to learn a whole new way to pleasure Daddy's cock!
Daddy sat me on the toilet and withdrew for me to do the first piece of my business, and for the first time since I'd woken up the morning, I found myself with time to just sit and think. About everything that had happened... everything that was going to continue happening. And if I was going to be perfectly, completely honest with myself, I had to admit... maybe there was still a tiny, boy-shaped piece of my psyche, trapped deep down inside, screaming in panic. But... being a boy was just so hard! Always having to be the one putting in all the effort, hitting on girls, paying for dates. And even then, no matter what you did for them, there was no guarantee they'd actually put out! Being a girl was easy! I didn't even have to think anymore, I just had to do whatever Daddy said, and everything would be perfect! I hadn't even had to leave my damned apartment that morning, and I already had a boyfriend! Not that he'd actually used that word, yet... but I didn't think it would be an issue. I just had to ask him when he was in the right frame of mind, so he'd be willing to make it official- right after I let him cum inside my ass should do nicely, I thought. And that wasn't the only reason, either. I had never, never-ever-ever, cum so hard or so long with my penis, as Daddy had just made me cum with my pussy! Even when he'd just been using his fingers on me, it had been my best one ever! And once he'd started using that amazing, miracle cock of his... there was just no comparison! No, I'd already made up my mind. Whether it was a pill, or a spell, or whatever it had been that Daddy had done to me, I never, ever wanted to go back to being the way I'd been before! And I would do anything, absolutely anything for him, so he'd agree to keep me like this forever!
I finished and cleaned, then stood, taking a moment to twist back and forth in front of the mirror. God, but I was a sexy little slut! About the only way I could look any sexier... was if I had Daddy's cock inside of me, while I was posing! I giggled to myself, just thinking about it! I already knew, I totally wanted Daddy to take pictures of us! And videos! But there would be time for that later. Right then, Daddy wanted to teach me how to take it up my ass. And what Daddy wants...
"Daddy, I'm done..." I called through the door. He entered, saw me still preening in front of the mirror, and just smiled, walking up behind me and cupping my ass with both hands. I giggled, giving him a sexy little shake, and he stepped closer, sliding his hands around to fondle my titties as he leaned in to kiss the side of my neck, his cock already starting to rise again, slowly lifting between my thighs. God, I loved that I had that sort of an effect on him!
"You'll keep me like this forever, won't you, Daddy?" I asked, nervously biting my lip as I met his eyes in the mirror.
"You're sure about that, baby?" he murmured into my neck, pinching my nipples, still so tender after my multiple orgasms earlier, giving my titties a squeeze that had me trembling at the knees.
"I... I don't want to be a boy again! Not ever! I want to be your good little girl, always!" I moaned, leaning my head back against his shoulder, clutching at his hips with my hands.
"Good girl! I was just waiting for you to ask!" He bit me, just a playful little nip on the side of my neck, but it was enough of a surprise to make me squeak, at which he laughed. "Bend over, baby! I'm going to fill that tight little cunt so full of my cum, it's going to be leaking out your ears!"
"You are?" I gasped in surprise, but obediently bent over the counter as I'd been told, squashing my big, full tits firmly into the countertop for him, then reaching back to spread my cheeks. He started jerking himself, rubbing his head up and down against my lips as he worked to get himself the rest of the way hard. "You mean... you aren't going to put it up my ass?"
"Baby, we just woke up!" he laughed. "And we have the entire day ahead of us! I am going to fuck you in every which way imaginable, including up this absolutely gorgeous little ass of yours, until I literally cannot get it up to go again! But right this very instant... I'm going to make this pussy mine! Permanently!"
"But..." I bit my lip. "Daddy, I... I am a girl now... right?"
"Oh, you are every bit a girl, baby!" he agreed.
"But... I mean a real girl. As in, the has a period, can get pregnant kind of girl! But like you said, I just woke up this way! I haven't had time to get on birth control yet! If you cum inside of me right now..."
"Exactly," he smiled, nodding sagely.
"What?" I gasped, twisting around so I could look at him directly, instead of through the mirror.
"It just wouldn't have been right, if you'd been going back and forth, baby," he explained, and I gasped again as he decided he was hard enough, pushing himself inside. "If anything did take, you'd lose it the moment you switched back. Maybe not quite an abortion, I suppose, not in the traditional sense- but still far too close to one for me to be entirely comfortable with the idea." He took a nice, firm grip on my hips and started to thrust, making me moan as he began working his way deeper. Thankfully it went in quite a bit easier this time, as Daddy was being none too patient. "But if you're going to let me make you a full-time girl, the way you just asked me to... then I am going to fucking breed you, baby! I am going to knock you the fuck up, at the earliest possible opportunity, starting Right. Fucking. Now!" I grunted loudly as he accompanied his last three words with particularly hard thrusts. "I cannot wait to have you barefoot and pregnant, baby! I am going to make you fucking mine! I want you doing nothing but slaving over a hot stove, or my hard cock, for the rest of your life!"
My jaw dropped... not ideal, when you're getting pounded like your life depended on it, and I had to be careful not to bite my tongue. But... he could do it, I realized. I knew he was rich... well, comfortably well off, enough that he was able to afford this off-campus apartment for the two of us, without ever needing me to chip in for anything. But that was his own money, the "allowance" from his trust fund, as dumb as that had always sounded. His parents were proper-rich. And his grandfather was really rich. The computer science degree was somewhat of a lark, really. He liked it, and I knew he was good at it, but he'd just had to pick something, anything, to study in order to keep his family happy. They wouldn't abide idleness, so he'd have to get a job after graduation, but as long as he was doing something there was no expectation that he support himself purely on his own. He would have no trouble whatsoever, making me his kept woman...
"I want a ring!" I gasped- and it actually knocked him off his stride for a moment, freezing him in his tracks, until he met my gaze, grinned, and started fucking me again.
"I mean it, Daddy!" I moaned. "You want me barefoot and preggers... I can work with that! But I want it official! I'll be your obedient little cum-whore, behind closed doors! And thrilled to do it! But to the rest of the world... I want to be your wife!"
"The engagement will have to wait a bit, you realize," he smirked, giving me a resounding smack on my ass that had me yelp and tense in his hands. And from the look on his face afterwards, had obviously made me tense up in other places, as well! "Doesn't matter that I've been best friends with Mike since middle school... Michelle is coming out of nowhere, which for my family means minimum six months before I can even think about anouncing an engagement. Better if it's a year or more."
"Fine." I agreed. "Last thing I want to do is rock the boat between you and them. Just as long as I know, and you know, where things are going!" Besides... I knew his family, and the sort of pressure they could bring to bear. Once Daddy knocked me up the way he was planning to, I knew I'd be getting that ring a lot sooner than he thought.
"Oh, I know where things are going, all right!" he agreed, treating me to a lascivious teasing of my asshole with his thumb.
"Mmmmmm..." I moaned with unexpected pleasure. How was it that even that suddenly felt so good? "I didn't mean there!"
"Does that mean you object?" he asked, continuing his teasing.
"Well... I didn't say that..." I teased back.
He laughed, and withdrew his thumb. Briefly, at least. When it came back, it was warm and slippery with saliva, the teasing with more intent behind it, until he finally slipped it inside.
Long story short, between the extra stimulation of Daddy's thumb up my ass, and the extra duration he was able to achieve thanks to already having cum earlier, he broke his record without even trying. Seven. Seven amazing, earthshaking orgasms getting ragdolled on Daddy's cock! Plus a... something, to round it all off, when I felt that huge, hot load bursting up inside of me, shooting upward into my fertile, unprotected womb! "Orgasm" isn't even the right word, for what I felt when that happened! It isn't even in the right neighbourhood of the right word, for a feeling like that! Let's just say, it's a good thing I weigh so much less now, because Daddy had to peel me off the counter and carry me into his bed to recover. Or is that "our" bed, now? It had better be, honestly, or Daddy and I were going to have words!
"Daddy?" I asked some while later as I felt him pushing himself up from the bed.
"Shhh... you go back to sleep, baby. You need it. I'm just going to go hop in the shower real quick, then see about making us some breakfast."
"'Kay." I agreed sleepily. I knew I should be the one making breakfast for us... but I just wasn't up to it yet. "Ummm... Daddy?"
"Yes, baby?"
"It's a good thing you want me to be your good little house-wifey, Daddy." I mumbled, still half-asleep and not entirely sure what I was saying. "Because if you keep fucking me like this all the time, I'm not going to be able to work for a living!"
"Just the way I want it!" he laughed, bending down for a soft, slow kiss on my lips. "But just so you know, at least half of what you're feeling right now are the effects of the transformation itself. That part should fade over the next day or two, and now that you've agreed to let me keep you like this permanently, you won't have to worry about feeling quite this knackered ever again." He grinned. "I still plan on keeping you mostly knackered, mind you... but I plan to do it purely by fucking you half to death every chance I get, so it shouldn't hit you quite this hard from here on out. Now hush, baby, back to sleep. No waking up again until you smell pancakes!"
"'Kay." I agreed with a sleepy, happy giggle, straining upwards with my lips until I got one more laughing, parting kiss, then snuggling down to sleep. In my boyfriend's, soon to be my fiancé's, bed!
Yeah... screw "Mike", and his annoying, difficult life. "Michelle" was doing just fine, thank you very much! |
Title: 24 Hour Sex
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
Lust and horny
Content:
Men's sex drives are not only stronger than women's, but much more straightforward. The sources of women's libidos, by contrast, are much harder to pin down. It's common wisdom that women place more value on emotional connection as a spark of sexual desire. But women also appear to be heavily influenced by social and cultural factors as well.
Marina wakes up to me saying something about breakfast, still feeling groggy from a late night of sex. She tries to say that what she really needs is coffee, but all she manages to get out is groaning " nnnn coffee." " Stay in bed," I say clearly. " Roll over on your side." My voice is gentle, but very firm. Low and even, she responds to my tone and rolls over. I pull myself forward to meet her, settling myself firmly against her back, pulling my head in close so my lips sit right behind her ear. " Raise your leg and separate," That same controlled voice in her ear. Her tired brain finally catches up to what's going on. As she moves her leg, she realizes that she is already turned on. She dismisses it, thinking I must have been lucky enough to catch her on a morning, she is having a nice dream. But as the sleep clears from her brain, she realizes I'm probably laying in bed next to her, stroking her hips, running my lips across her neck and shoulder, trying to wake her up. Marina caught me doing it many times, and has suspected me of doing it many other times. She starts to turn to tease me for what she is sure she has caught me doing, but I interrupt, that familiar, in control, voice so close it feels like it's coming from inside her head. my words quite, slow, intentional: " Use your vibrator on yourself while I lay behind you."
I'm incredible at honing in on the things she didn't even know she needed, until she hears them as little commands from me. As soon as she hears the words she knows it's how she wants to spend her morning. There's a particular kind of pleasure to saying yes to the things I ask, to obeying those little commands that are carefully chosen to be exactly what I know will satisfy her. Marina reaches forward into the nightstand and feels around for her vibrator, as soon as she manages to pull it from the drawer my firm hands settle her comfortably back against me. Her vibrator whirs to life with the buzzing we both know well, and as she nestles it against herself the outside world fades. All she feels is the pleasurable hum of the vibrator, moving her closer to release, my hands firmly on her, my cock pressing patiently into her back, and my words, spoken directly into her ear: " There's nothing hotter than you with the vibrator pressed up against you." " I will never stop telling you that," She feels herself surrendering; the words in her ear becoming the only thoughts in her head. " I want to appreciate you." " Let me have you, you're mine to play with." Her hips start to grind involuntarily, struggling against my grip, the familiar tension building. She feels my breathing change against her, but somehow my words are just as even and sure: " I want to taste you." " Let me lick your lips while you vibrate to an orgasm."
The questions are not really questions at this point, I roll her onto her back without waiting for an answer. In an instant my hands are on her inner thighs, and I brush my lips against hers, holding them there for a second, getting them wet. She swears she hears me take a long inhale before I purses my lips around one of her lips, pulling on it ever so slightly. The new sensation almost sends her over the edge, but she tenses up to resist. I run my tongue slowly around her opening, she feels her head roll sideways as I tease myself just inside. For this first time this morning she feels herself with a need that I haven't taken care of before she realizes she has it: Marina needs me pressed firmly against her. There's just something about the release of an orgasm with someone or something pressed hard against her, it changes all the sensations. She feels my tongue slowly and firmly trace all the way up her opening, and just as she worry's she might not get what she needs, she feels my face press against her, my tongue flicking slightly back and forth. She struggles with her free hand to hold my head against her bucking hips. I oblige and push myself firmly against her. The moans she can't control drown out the buzz of the vibrator and as I match the thrusts of her hips perfectly the pressure sends me over the edge and she feels herself shaking and contracting against me.
I keep myself pressed firmly against her as her orgasm slows and her contractions wind down. As she pulls the vibrator away I very slowly return to let my tongue roam, but this time more gently. Drinking her all in as her familiar post orgasm giggle signals to me that she has been satisfied and she is now relaxed. Wordlessly I kiss her deeply, she doesn't know which of us enjoys the taste of her on my lips more. She opens her eyes to meet my gaze, waiting for me to show her what I have in mind next—-whatever it is, she knows she wants it..." Get on your hands and knees." as I snickered in her ear. " Now hold still. You will enjoy this." Marina whimpers into the bed as my hand feels its way between her legs and onto her ass cheeks. I plied and kneaded at the soft globes until my middle finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the entrance to her sweet pussy. She moans softly, causing me to smile. She didn't resist as I push her legs apart dragging her hips slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking my lips, I took my cock in hand and guided it towards her pussy lips. " Oh God, John" she groans as she feels the head of my cock press against her pussy lips. In one, quick jab I thrust half my cock into her wet pussy.
She whimpers and moans but I hold her firm. I put one hand on her hips, and with the other I push her head down and slightly to the side. Sucking in a hot breath, she tenses, then forcibly relaxes, trying to accommodate my size in her wet tight cunt. I hold her head as she sniffles, she slowly reaches down and begins to finger her clit. I grunted and laughed in her ear, as I begin to move my cock around inside of her as best I can. From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and the cock in her pussy, Marina feels her juices begin to flow and lubricate around my cock. I feel it too. With A handful of her hair, I squeeze her tits through her nightie and start to thrust up into her. She closes her eyes, I begin to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. my body is locked on one, solitary purpose: filling her cunt with my sperm. As my thrusting became more and more ferocious, I begin to push on her head, forcing her closer to the bed. With my orgasm near, she begins to thrust back against me. I moan as she starts to milk my cock with each thrust. I can't believe how good it feels. Now that she is fucking me back, I knew I couldn't last. Grabbing her shoulders, I slam into her several more times before at last erupting in her cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her. My cock jerking and slowly starts to soften. I lick the side of her face and pull out abruptly. I wipe my cock on her nightie and left her gasping for breathe on the bed as I lay beside her, totally satisfied.
Marina slumped against the bed, her pussy is on fire. She feels her juices, blood and my sperm dripping down her inner thighs. She turns looking at me with pure love in her eyes. I smile back at her. She knew, now, that her torment has only just begun. She sucked me off, swallowed my sperm, she feels my eyes crawling over her. She hesitated, but slowly got up and followed after me. She found me naked, face down on the bed. She frowned, but found herself climbing onto the bed beside me. She started at my shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. I sighed. " That feels good," I moan. " Straddle my hips." Marina slowly swung a leg over my body and settled down on my ass. I groan as I feel her bald pussy lips brushing my skin. I still feel the wetness of her juices, and my cum mixed within her. She works over my neck, shoulders and back as best she can. I moan in appreciation, but said nothing, letting her work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working out my muscles. By the end of it, I'm laying on yet another raging hard on. Marina pulls herself off of me and starts to move off the bed when I grab her by the arm and pull her down. Moving quickly, I force her on her back and climb on top of her, pinning her small frame beneath me. She squirms against me and pushing at my chest, trying to push me off. " John!" she groans, as she beats at my shoulders feebly. I grin down at her. " Get off." She opened her mouth to let out a scream but before she can finish taking a breath, I smash my lips into hers, filling her mouth with my tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. She lay there stunned as I kiss her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses and bit down on my lip. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue before I snapped my head back. I force her legs apart and thrust my cock in between her thighs. Marina fought and twisted, kicking with her legs, trying to break free, to not let me inside of her again. I grabbed both her legs behind the knees and pushed her wide open. In one thrust, my cock found her opening and buried itself deep inside.
She screams, surprised more than pain as I wrap my arms around her shoulders and grind her body into mine. Her cunt is still slick from the last fucking, and burying my face in her hair, I begin to brutally slam into her. Marina grunting as she took each stroke, one direction filled completely, another nearly emptied. I'm in pure heaven as I fuck her cunt like a wild animal. I feel her hot body beneath me and is slightly sad that I can't feel her bare breasts against my naked chest while I fuck her. Oh well, plenty of time for that later. For now, I fuck her like a man possessed. Marina closes her eyes and tries to be far away, but the ramming cock in her pussy kept her close to reality. There is nothing she can do this time. Pinned beneath me, her legs spread wide while my hips and ass pump in and out of her, she can't even move, let alone try to help the process along. It didn't matter, though. Within minutes she hears me grunt and feels my entire body stiffen as my cock plunged into her to the hilt. She feels my hot cum fill her pussy for the second time. I grunted again and moaned with pleasure. My cock jerking and spasms inside her. I just fucked her for the second time in one night! I started laughing to myself and unceremoniously rolled off of her. Marina remains on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. " That was good," I laugh, turning my head to look at her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. " As a reward, you may have one hour for yourself to take a shower and get cleaned up." She looks over at me and sneers, but got to her feet and headed thankfully to the bathroom. " Marina," I said as she reached the door, " make sure your dressed properly when you're finished." She didn't turn to look at me as I spoke, only nodded and continued on.
I lounge in bed, humming idly to myself, as I hear the water start to run. I smile. This is going to be a great day. No doubt Marina will use the entire hour, but that is okay. I will use the time to get hard again. Marina turned the water off and stepped out of the shower with excitiment and anticipation. After drying herself, she pulls back on the nightie and brushed out her hair. She slowly opens the door and looks out. I'm not in sight. She sighs and heads slowly for the living room. As she enters the room, I grab her, in one swift motion I pull at the flimsy material of her nightie and tore it free, leaving her completely naked before me. I drag her by the shoulders to the couch and toss her to the floor. She lay there, uncertain of what to do. She is more vulnerable than ever, laying on the floor, slumped against the couch, she refused to move. Her aching muscles fought against her, she suddenly feels herself being bent at the waist over the couch.
" You're going to love this, Marina," I smirk at her. She feels my wet tongue lap across her pussy lips and jumps. My tongue feels huge. It seems to cover her entire cunt with each lick. Marina has never had a guy eat her out like that. My tongue licks forward and fills her up like a cock. Marina squeals as she feels me rub against her inner thighs. She has never been licked out like this. She can't help but feel her body become aroused as I assaulted her cunt. " John, Oh God!" she wails as I continue to assault her cunt. She begins gasping, the depraved act robbing her of all of her innocence. Marina soon stops gasping, and is now grunting with each lick. I listen carefully and hear the grunting from pleasure. Marina closes her eyes as the sensations between her legs betrayed her mind. It is so good. She has never in her young life been so thoroughly pleasured orally by anyone. All that mattered is that she is getting the pleasure of her life. She turns her head and sees me standing behind her, I drop to my knees, I push the head of my cock into her cunt. Grabbing her hips in both hands, forcing the rest of my cock slowly inside. I move slowly for a few thrusts until I feel her moisten, then fucked her as fast as I can, Marina shuddering and grabbing onto the couch for support as I fuck her from behind. I jerk in and out of her in quick, short thrusts, one hand slipping under her to grab a tit while the other balanced on her waist.
Within ten minutes I'm sweating from the effort and feel my orgasm is close. Slamming into her, I came quick and hard, pumping my seed deep into her cunt. I groan as my knees buckled and I lean on her body for support. I chuckle and pull myself out as I lick her ear. " Thanks, Marina," I sneered. Walking out of the room, Marina shivering and slumped against the couch. My cum dribbling down her leg again. She realized she had to clean herself up and pulled the discarded nightie from the floor. She grimaced as she wiped my cum from her leg and stuffed some of the clothing between her legs to sop up the mess and prevent further leaking. Marina feels a little disgusted, and a little naughty, as she placed the dirtied clothing into the pile and left them all on the couch. She retrieved a towel from the kitchen, she stepped into the living room, finding me waiting against the hall wall , like a lover waiting impatiently for his girlfriend to finish her business. I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her against me, and led us down the hall to the bedrooms. She feels sick to her stomach, but lets me lead her. I stop outside the large master bedroom and guided her in. " Might as well get some shoes to match your new dress," I said as I kissed her ear.
I took Marina to a nice small restaurant, I lead her to a small table in the quiet restaurant. A late hour for dinner, most of the tables are empty. I pull out her chair. She sits. I sit across from her. The only light is from a few well placed candles. A waiter approaches and, without saying a word, pours them wine and leaves the bottle. No menus. I had ordered for them in advance. There will be no interruptions from the wait staff aside from the bringing and clearing of the courses. I watch as she sips the wine. She notices. Blushes. A shy smile slips out. I love watching a beautiful woman. Looking into a secret world. I smile warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy my gaze. Soaking it in. Feeling my eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. Back to sipping wine. We lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all our own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel my desire, I hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape. I move my chair next to her and took a seat, I become bold, my hand resting higher and higher on her leg until it reached her knee, then her thigh. She is aware of the unwelcome touching. Marina's lack of negative reaction, I lick my lips and slide my hand up her inner thigh.
Marina closed her legs before I can touch her pussy and squirmed, but said nothing. I smile and gestured to the waiter meaningfully towards the back storage room. The waiter looked to it, then back to me, I nudged Marina, and she reluctantly got up to follow. I had to push her twice to get her all the way inside, and I closed and locked the door behind us. I grab her from behind and clamp one hand over her mouth, just like I had at home. But this time, instead of bending her over, I pushed her to the floor. All at once surprised and amused and aroused. I slipped in behind her and laid on top of her. I nestled her neck, tasting her soft skin. Marina moans and presses back, her eyes never opening. She allows me, even helped me, spreading her legs as I slip my cock inside of her. I fucked her slow and long from behind, my mouth kissing and licking. At last I came inside her, I pull out and we got up and left the restaurant. We got home going to the bedroom, undressing and going to bed. I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her, my lips kissing hers, my tongue twisting around her. I slide my cock back into her pussy and fucked her long and slow into the night. When at last I came inside of her, I pull out and slump down on the bed, exhausted. Like lovers, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I awoke with the sun bright in my eyes. I looked over and found Marina's head resting on my shoulder, her face peaceful and happy. I smiled to myself. That look will soon change. On the far side of her I spied at the alarm clock and groaned. It is nearly 11:00 a.m. Something I didn't tell Marina, I had a conference call just before noon, which is anytime now. Damn. I didn't mean to sleep so long. But I still had the chance for one final fuck. I move closer and rub a finger along her clit and down to her snatch. Rubbing at the opening, I slip a finger inside her cunt and instantly feel her moistening at my touch. She must be dreaming, I thought. I kiss her and she stirs and rolls her head back, opening her eyes sleepily. " Mmmm, morning," she whispers as her vision clears. " John?" She blinked, unsure if she is seeing right. Memories of last night, of fucking me so tenderly flooded back to her. She made a face like she was about to throw up. " Morning, Marina," I smiled in amusement. " Sleep well." Marina ignored me and tried to climb out of the bed, but I caught her arm and dragged her back. " Where do you think you're going?" I snapped.
" Look, you fucked me all night," She whined to me. " Now leave me alone." " Can't," I laughed. " We made a deal. Don't tell me you're going to quit so close to the end." She sighs and looks at me. " Okay, I'll make you a deal. You only have to fuck me once more, and the deal is done." She glared at me. " But you have to fuck ME."
" What do you mean?" I laugh and lay back on the bed. " I mean, I'm just going to lay here. You have to suck me off, get me nice and hard, and then ride me until I cum. That's the deal." Marina made the face again. " It's that or we call the whole thing off."
She sat in silence for a long time. " Okay," she finally whispered. I nodded and pulled the covers off of me,
revealing my limp cock. Marina sighs and bent over, her long hair trailing on my skin. My cock starts to twitch already, I fought against it. I wanted to enjoy this. Marina decided that if she is going to have to fuck me, then she will make it damn certain that it is quick. She opens her mouth and swallows my flaccid penis and my balls, taking it all into her mouth in one bite. She licks at my balls inside her mouth and sucked hard. Against all my will, my cock starts to harden. She spit out my balls and starts to bob her head rapidly, making me fully hard as fast as possible. Her tongue worked over my shaft, dancing around my head. It feels so wonderful that I briefly considered cumming in her mouth again. Satisfied that it is fully erect, Marina stopped sucking and sat up. She looks down at me with disgust and swung her leg over my hips. Marina hated sucking a cock, she finds it vile and nausating. I grin up at her and put my hand behind my head to watch as she took my cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly she sat down, taking my entire length into her. She moves slowly at first, not wanting to be hurt like all the times before and starts to rock back and forth on my dick. I look up and marveled at how beautiful Marina is in the morning light.
My hands reach up and cup her tits, squeezing and kneading at the flesh. Marina worked me over with every trick and talent she had learned, trying her best to bring me off fast. She flexed and squeezed her pussy around her my cock. She raised her hips so that I'm nearly all the way out of her, then tightened her cunt muscles and forced my cock back inside. She bounced and rutted on my cock with a fury, her breasts flopping around in a lewd, erotic display that drove me wild. Through it all I remained nearly motionless except to occasionally fondle a breast or squeeze her hips. Half an hour later Marina is almost in tears. For her it had been a trial in frustration as I would not give in. For me, it had been an incredible fuck. I'm prepared to let her go, to cum inside her and end her torment, when the sound of my phone again broke the silence. Marina pulled off my cock and leaped to the window, staring down in horror and relief as she sees my car waiting for me. " Get back here," I growled. " We're not done yet." " Your phone is ringing." She said. I'm infuriated, leaping to my feet and flung Marina to the bed and jumped on top of her. " I said one more time," I yelled as I shoved my cock back into her. Marina gasped in pain as I slammed into her,
shaking the bed with my furious attack. I fucked her with a purpose, to cum inside her as quickly as possible. The headboard banging and rattling against the wall as I fucked her. Marina cried out and grunted in pain, but I didn't care. With one, final, deep thrust, I came, filling her again with my sperm. I grunted, glared down at Marina and pulled away. Flinging my robe on, I didn't even look back as I went downstairs to greet my driver. Marina watched me leave and curled into a ball, very aware of her raw, throbbing cunt. Her breathing slowed and she smiled to herself. She can't wait until I caught her doing something naughty once again. |
Title: 25Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Five: Dim-witted Theories and Troubles Abound
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Talk of the Castle.
The next night, Harry and Hermione were alone in their Head Students’ quarters, reading quietly. Harry was going over his notes for Transfiguration, while Hermione read from their ‘special book.’ Every once in a while, the brunette witch had to readjust the squashy pillow she was using as a seat cushion. Despite a heaping dosage of Bruise Be Gone ointment and ample massaging from Harry, her bottom was still quite red and sore from the previous night’s spankings. Harry would’ve felt bad over Hermione’s discomfort, if the witch didn’t have a persistent satisfied grin etched on her face. She definitely was one kinky woman.
A soft knocking drew the teens’ attention to the door. Harry set his notes aside and went to see who was calling. The wizard was surprised to see Ginny, who had obviously been crying quite a bit judging by her red and puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, standing in the hallway.
“Am I… am I interrupting?” she asked meekly and sniffled.
Genuinely concerned over Ginny’s condition, Harry ushered her in.
“Ginny, are you alright?” Hermione asked from the couch.
“No,” the red head sniffled again.
Hermione patted a spot close to her on the couch, indicating that Ginny should sit next to her. But instead of sitting, Ginny dove and threw her arms around Hermione’s neck. The younger witch openly sobbed into Hermione’s shoulder.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” cooed Hermione and she began rubbing the red head’s back. Harry joined the witches on the couch and placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s shoulder.
After a few minutes, Ginny calmed. Hiccupping, the red head pulled away from Hermione and leaned against the back of the couch.
“I’m in so much trouble,” the young witch bemoaned.
“Why? What happened, Ginny?” asked Harry. The red head’s lip quivered pathetically and Harry reassured “You can tell us, we’re your friends.”
“And Harry’s practically a brother, to boot,” Hermione said while looking directly at Harry, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Harry rolled his eyes; he couldn’t believe that his lover was asking for another paddling.
“I’m pregnant,” Ginny cried as her tears splashed down her face.
“Oh, Ginny,” Hermione said mournfully, her mischievous sparkle disappearing instantly.
Harry just put his arm around Ginny’s shoulders. He wanted to say something comforting, but the only thing he could think of to say was “I’ll miss you after your mum murders you,” but that was tactless so he kept quiet.
“Didn’t you use protection?” asked Hermione.
“Yes, all the time. I’ve always used the Inaedifico Charm,” Ginny said between sobs.
“What’s the Inaedifico Charm?” Harry asked Hermione over Ginny’s head.
“It’s a semen repellant,” the brunette explained. “It’s a spell that creates a barrier. Basically a witch uses the charm to keep any semen from reaching the cervix and therefore the womb. It’s very effective and simple to do. And it lasts three weeks with each casting. That’s why I use it.
“Are you sure you didn’t forget to recast it?” Hermione asked the crying witch.
“No, to be safe I recast it every two weeks,” she answered. “It’s Neville, he’s too big.”
“Honey, the size of Neville’s penis doesn’t mean he’s extra fertile,” Hermione said. “Besides, it doesn’t matter how fertile the wizard is, the Inaedifico Charm would work. It’s a very reliable contraceptive.”
“I know that. I’m talking about Neville’s length,” Ginny said, wiping away the tears from her eyes. “He’s so big, he bypasses the charm. The head of his willy actually pushes through my cervix. When we have sex, he cums right in my womb.”
“Pushes through your cervix?” Hermione echoed; her face a mixture of surprise and anguish. “Ow.”
“Oh, you get used to it after four or five times,” dismissed Ginny.
“Ow,” repeated Hermione. She had her hands clutched on the lower part of her belly in phantom pain. “Ow.”
“I need help,” implored Ginny. “What am I supposed to do? I’m scared.”
“Does Neville know?” asked Harry.
“No,” the red head said.
“And your parents don’t know?” Hermione asked.
“Of course not,” Ginny replied. “Do you think I’m mad? What should I do?”
“Well, Neville needs to know,” stated Harry. He imagined that if he were in Neville’s shoes, he’d want to know.
“And your parents should be told as well” added Hermione.
“You’re mad!” Ginny said, staring with terror filled eyes at Hermione. “Sure, I’ll tell Nev. But my parents? You’re barmy to think I’m going to tell my folks.”
“Ginny, they’re going to find out sooner or later,” Hermione explained. “I think it’ll be for the best if it’s sooner rather than later.”
Ginny turned the wizard and with a pleading expression, she begged “Harry, you’ll tell them for me, won’t you?”
“You think I’m suicidal or something?” he asked. “Because the moment I say the words ‘Ginny’s pregnant’ they’ll kill me.”
“But you’re not the father, they won’t get mad at you,” the red head pointed out.
“Won’t matter,” argued Harry. “All they’ll see is a bloke saying something about their princess being knocked up and they’ll kill me. I imagine it’s like an automatic response for parents.”
“But they love you,” Ginny urged.
“No, I’m with Harry on this. Either you by yourself or with Neville should tell your parents,” Hermione stated. She then added under her breath, “Cervix – ow!’
“Oh, God,” Ginny cried into her hands. “I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead!”
“Don’t be so melodramatic, Gin-Gin,” Harry said in a calm and soothing voice. “Sure your folks’ll be mad, at first. But you’re their little girl and they love you. Hell, it’s obvious they love babies too, otherwise they wouldn’t have had so many.” With this point, Ginny’s head snapped up and she looked at Harry as if he was brilliant. Encouraged by Ginny’s expression, Harry forged ahead. “I’m sure that once the baby is born, your mum and dad will forget all about this. They’d probably love the idea about being grandparents once they hold the little tyke for the first time.”
“You’re right Harry,” Ginny cheered with a genuine smile. “I’ll hide my pregnancy! And after I give birth, I’ll surprise Mum and Dad with the baby!”
“That’s not what I said,” Harry shot back.
“It won’t work,” added Hermione.
“Yes it will!” Ginny said gleefully. “I’ll just use some glamour charms to hide any bumps or whatnot and my parents will be none the wiser.”
“Ginny, please stop and think about this,” prayed Hermione.
“It’s brilliant,” Ginny said with sparkling eyes and a dazzling smile. “And once the baby is born, I’ll show it to Mum and Dad and they’ll love it just like you said, Harry!”
The red head bounced up from the couch and twirled happily as Harry tried to defend himself. “But I didn’t...”
“Thanks Harry, you’re a lifesaver!” Ginny congratulated before prancing out of the Head Boy and Girl’s chamber.
“Oh, this will not end well,” Hermione breathed out.
“Somehow, I think this will come back and bite me on the arse,” Harry pondered.
*
The next day at lunch, Harry, Hermione, and Ron leaned in close to Luna, as she was telling the trio the latest odd happening in the castle:
“Dennis Creevey is with Padma Patil?” Harry asked disbelievingly. “I thought he was gay.”
“No, his brother is the one who’s gay,” corrected Luna. “Dennis was just helping Colin hook up with you, which is a very lovely thing to do for one’s own sibling.”
“How did a bloke like Dennis get together with Padma?” inquired Ron as he wolfed down another helping of shepherd's pie. “I mean he’s three years younger than her. And she’s hot while he’s goofy looking.”
“I saw it with my own two eyes,” Luna said conversationally. “They were both getting dress as they stumbled out into the hallway. They saw me, giggled and kissed rather passionately before going their separate ways.”
“Maybe it was something else,” Hermione offered. She too had trouble wrapping her mind around the concept of Dennis and Padma together. “Maybe she was giving him a tutoring session and the kiss was innocent.”
“Possible, but I doubt it. It was a tongue kiss, after all. Pink organs fighting for dominance in one another’s mouth, and all that,” explained Luna. “And when I said that they were getting dressed, I meant that Padma’s left breast was exposed. She has lovely skin by the way; blemish-free and very soft looking. And as they parted, Padma gave Dennis’ groin a good squeeze. He still had an erection; I could see the outline of his crown and shaft pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Oh, he also smelled like sex when he passed me. But maybe you’re right and it was innocent.”
“Maybe it was a very good tutoring session,” Harry feebly defended Hermione’s speculation.
“Oh, and speaking about sex, Ronald and I finally broke our dry spell,” Luna said happily.
“You had a dry spell?” Harry asked... and instantly regretted it. The blonde witch had a tendency to be a little too open about such topics.
“Yes, ever since Snape’s admission of masturbating constantly,” Luna paused and shivered in disgust. “Please don’t misunderstand; I happen to think masturbation is a lovely act. Just last week, I watched Ronald pleasure himself for me.”
“Luna, they don’t need to know,” Ron said in embarrassment.
“It was a beautiful and loving moment,” Luna continued despite Ron’s objections. “But Snape is nothing more than a disgusting and foul man. The mere idea of him having sex, even a solo act, is just as disgusting as the greasy git himself. That excuse for a man defiled a beautiful deed for me with his hateful tale.”
Harry did his best to try and block any unwanted images of Snape out of his mind.
“So for the past few days I haven’t been able to even think about sex,” Luna said. “Every time I tried to be intimate with my husband, I could only see an image of that foul man with his penis in his hand. Drooling while abusing himself like some deranged madman.”
Harry eyed the fork in his hand and pondered over the notion of jabbing the utensil into his eye and shoving it into his brain. He was beginning to warm up to the idea that he could use the fork to lobotomize himself in order to remove the image that Luna had just created.
“But last night, I was finally able to overcome the horror that Snape had created, and my Ronald and I made love,” Luna beamed at her husband. “First he took me on the couch, then the bed, and a desk. And then I was able to fulfill Ronald’s heartfelt wishes.”
The blonde witch held up her fore and middle fingers and wriggled them proudly.
“Oh, look at the time, class is starting,” Hermione said and shot up, clearly disturbed by what Luna was describing. She grabbed Harry, who was beyond shocked at Luna’s gesture, by the hand and dragged him out of the seat.
“Lessons don’t start for another quarter hour, Hermione,” said Luna while still wriggling her fingers like two burrowing worms. At this moment, Ron had his face hidden behind his hands, deeply embarrassed. Harry meanwhile was still clutching the fork and seriously debating the lobotomy option.
“Well, then we… uh…it’s Head Boy and Girl stuff,” Hermione said nervously. “Harry and I have to do... things,” she finished lamely and dashed out of the Great Hall with Harry in tow.
*
By dinner that evening, the news of Dennis’ and Padma’s relationship had spread like wildfire. Not that Harry, Hermione, Ron, or Luna had talked about it, which they didn’t. It was the fact that Dennis had gone down on Padma after lessons were done for the day. Of course what made it widely known was that the two did this by the lake where they had attracted a good sized crowd that allegedly cheered the couple on.
Now that their relationship wasn’t a secret (nor had they apparently wanted it to remain a secret seeing the public sex and all), Padma and Dennis sat next to each other, feeding each other bits of food as they looked longingly into their partner’s eyes.
Then, something occurred to Harry, as he looked over the students gathered in the Great Hall. He noticed that a number of the student body were paired up, much more so than usual. Dean Thomas was with Mandy Brocklehurst. Tracy Davis was in Terry Boot’s lap. Megan Jones was kissing Theodore Nott. And dozens of other couples were scattered through the Hall.
Harry eyed his pumpkin juice. Had someone spiked it with a love potion or something? He was suddenly scared; Harry had stopped checking his own meals once the more aggressive House Elf sect had stopped punishing him with platefuls of steaming excrement for his sin of “deflowering the Great One.” However given the widespread impact, a love potion was the only feasible reason he could come up with to explain this current “love fest” that was gripping Hogwarts.
“Hey guys,” Ginny said as she walked into the Great Hall. She was supporting Neville who had just looked like he had thrown up several times. He was deathly pale and his eyes where wide and blank.
“What’s with Neville?” Ron asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Ginny said with a nervous dismissal. The red head witch looked at Harry and Hermione and slipped them a note. “C’mon sweetie, lets get you some food,” Ginny said to Neville and led him down to an empty spot.
Harry unfolded the note and held it so that only he and Hermione could read it. It read:
“I just told him. I think he’s taking it rather well.”
Harry looked down the table at Neville. The wizard looked close to fainting. If Ginny considered that “taking it rather well’ he wondered what Ginny considered taking it poorly.
“I still think Expelliarmus can defeat You Know Who,” Ron offered suddenly, pulling Harry away from his thoughts regarding love potions and accidental pregnancies (which, between Ginny and Tonks, had been happening quite a bit lately).
“Not again, Ron,” moaned Hermione.
“No, no, hear me out,” persisted Ron. “I’m not talking about a normal Expelliarmus, but one cast from a super wand.”
Harry looked to his girlfriend and asked, “Is there such a thing as a super wand?”
She shrugged and answered, “We just turned a bit of string into a pterodactyl in our last class, so I guess anything is possible.”
“Yes, they are true. I’ve heard that Dumbledore had one,” Ron stated. “How else do you think he was able to do such wonderful stuff? Because he had a super wand, that’s how!”
“Actually, I think he could do those things because he was talented and studied hard,” Hermione challenged.
Harry saw Ron lean forward with his face beginning to turn an angry red and Hermione was copying his actions. The two were evidently ready for yet another heated argument.
“Okay, let’s just say Dumbledore had a super wand,” Harry speculated, trying to stem the fight that was about to ensue between Ron and Hermione. “How did he get it?”
“Easy; when he beat Grindelwald,” Ron answered in a haughty tone, as if he was proud that he knew something Hermione didn’t. “Grindelwald’s wand was called the Senior Wand, or something like that, and when Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald back in ‘45, the wand was passed to Dumbledore.”
“Um that really doesn’t make sense, Ron,” Harry said in as kind of way as possible as to not anger his excitable friend. “Back in fifth year, when we took our OWLs, we met someone who tested Dumbledore in his NEWTs when the Headmaster was a student. He said that Dumbledore was able to do wondrous things that he had ever seen. And that would have been decades before he defeated Grindelwald. Which means that Hermione was right, Dumbledore didn’t have a super wand, he was just skilled and talented.”
“Yeah, he may have wowed that bloke, but I heard Dumbledore got a super wand off of Grindelwald and that’s why he was so powerful,” Ron insisted. Knowing that Ron would not stop until he was finished, even if his reasoning and logic were flawed, Harry let his friend continue.
“I also heard that when you defeat someone and disarm them that they can no longer use their own wand because it belongs to you now,” Ron continued with his wild theory. Harry could feel Hermione about to protest, but he squeezed her hand, urging her to let Ron say his peace. “And that’s what happened with the Senior Wand; Dumbledore was able to beat Grindelwald thereby rendering the super wand useless to Grindelwald and making it his own.”
“So what you’re saying is that I should dig up Dumbledore and snatch his wand, this Senior Wand?” Harry asked tentatively.
“Yes, but first you’d have to duel and defeat Draco,” Ron clarified... if one could call it clarification.
“Why Draco?” asked Harry. And trying his best to lower himself to Ron’s argument, the raven haired wizard countered, “Why not Snape? He was the one who killed Dumbledore.”
“You see, that’s where you misunderstand the logic of it all,” Ron said with a superior grin. Harry had to bite his tongue and not say something about howler monkeys and logic. “Snape killed Dumbledore in order to save Draco from becoming a murderer. Therefore, Draco was the one who defeated Dumbledore, not Snape.”
Harry felt the tinge of an approaching migraine forming in his frontal lobe. He heard Hermione begin to mutter a question, but the brunette was so confused by Ron’s train of thought that all she was able to enunciate was “Wha?”
“So, let’s just march over to Malfoy, whoop his arse, then fetch the Senior Wand and you’ll be unstoppable Harry,” Ron concluded, seeming as if he was congratulating himself for a splendid argument.
“Ron, your theory is flawed in one area,” began Hermione, recovering from her befuddlement.
“And what area is that?” the red head asked confident that he could challenge Hermione.
“It’s stupid,” she concluded.
“What do you mean it’s stupid?” Ron demanded with annoyance.
“If a person’s wand is rendered useless when he is defeated, how was Snape able to kill Dumbledore? You, Harry, and I beat Snape in our third year; we knocked him out and disarmed him. So by your logic, his wand has been useless to him since then,” explained Hermione. “Therefore Snape couldn’t have used his wand to kill Dumbledore because he wouldn’t have been able to use it seeing that it is ours by right of conquest.”
“Also, your theory about the secession of the Senior Wand doesn’t work either,” Harry added in a compassionate way.
“How is that?” Ron asked with a frown.
“Well, you say that Draco is the current possessor of the Senior Wand because Snape killed Dumbledore in order to save the wanker,” Harry summarized. “But Snape was acting on Dumbledore’s direct orders; not only to save Malfoy from becoming a murderer but to end his own suffering. And since Snape was acting on Dumbledore’s orders, the greasy git was, in effect, Dumbledore’s tool. The idea of succession through defeat can’t apply here. Dumbledore was basically committing suicide, using the situation to try to redeem Malfoy for some reason and end his own suffering. Therefore he basically defeated himself. Not Snape and definitely not Malfoy.”
Luna placed a comforting hand on Ron’s shoulder and said soothingly, “Ronald, my love, next time you have one of these ideas, run it by me first so that you don’t sound like a fool, okay?”
Just as Ron nodded his head in compliance, another group of people walked up to Harry. This time it was Seamus Finnegan and he had one arm draped over Lavender Brown and the other around Parvati Patil. All three looked extremely pleased and each had a glistening sheen to their skin.
“Tanks, Har-ee, ‘or tha bes’,” Seamus slurred. He sounded as if his tongue had gone numb and was having difficulty speaking clearly. Despite this handicap, Seamus was grinning wildly. “Ree-min’ ‘e ta by ‘ou ah pressen’.”
With that, Lavender and Parvati giggled like school-girls – which, technically, they were – and dragged Seamus out of the Great Hall. Before they got too far, Harry heard the two witches interact:
“I get the top, you get the bottom.”
“But you got the top first last time. I want to go first.”
Hermione picked up her goblet and eyed the liquid contents “Did someone spike the pumpkin juice?” she asked, mirroring Harry’s earlier thought.
*
That night, in the safety of their chamber, where none of the weird activity of their peers could interrupt them, Harry and Hermione were again reading. Harry read a book on Quidditch while Hermione continued to read the Tantric rituals book. The bespectacled wizard liked it when Hermione read the ‘special book,’ as it usually meant they were going to try something exciting.
“This is a very interesting ritual,” Hermione commented as she read over a small section in Harry’s ‘special book.’
“What does it do?” the raven haired wizards asked, not looking up from his homework. He was trying not to lose his cool over the idea that Hermione had just found an interesting segment. What he wanted to do was shout “Let’s perform the ritual!” not really caring what it did, but that would make him look desperate. And a touch sad.
“It’s called the ‘Morgy Ritual.’ It can cause pain through magical connections, such as the Dark Mark,” Hermione summarized. “All we have to do is draw this channeling symbol, and then either write down the name of the magical connection, or draw a symbol of that connection, and then have sex.”
“So basically we’d draw the Dark Mark, indicating our targets are Death Eaters, and then have sex,” Harry recapped.
“Yes,” Hermione agreed. She continued to explain the ritual; “If we perform the ritual with ‘mild intensity’ it will cause the targets to feel a slight pain, something like a bad itch. But a heightened intensity will cause the targets incredible pain; akin to the sensation of being on fire.”
“So a tussle in the sack will make everyone baring the Dark Mark feel pain?” asked Harry.
“Yes.”
“And the more intense the sex, the more pain the Death Eaters will feel?”
“Um,” she paused and quickly rechecked the text. “Yes.”
“Well then, Miss Granger, prepare for several screaming orgasms,” Harry said and tugged his robes off in a manly fashion. In the process, the wizard managed to tear the clasp off of his robes. He would have to use a Stitching Charm to reattach it later. But at least the action looked manly.
A rosy bloom graced the witch’s cheeks in anticipation. Deftly, Hermione flicked the clasp on her robes open. Unlike Harry, she didn’t tear anything, meaning she wouldn’t have to waste her time sewing things like he would.
“Just how many screaming orgasms?” she asked while slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
“As many as it takes,” he replied and lowered his trousers. “This is for justice after all. Dealing out punishment to the wicked and whatnot is my duty.”
“Did you say ‘punishment to the wicked’?” Hermione asked coyly while still undoing her top. “Because my bottom is still a little sore. And even though I am ‘wicked’ and I like ‘punishment’ I think we should wait a while for another spanking.”
“Gotcha, no spankings,” Harry said and he began rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. He had decided not to do the manly thing and tear it open; he really didn’t like sewing. “I’ll just stick to using my parsletongue abilities.”
Harry dropped his underwear and stepped out of them while Hermione slowly opened her blouse. ‘Harry, Jr.’ grumbled about fair-play; here was Harry, completely naked, and Hermione still had her skirt and bra on. And, added to the penis’ ire, the ‘special book,’ lovely and wonderful as it was, was still on her lap. That meant it was blocking one of ‘Harry, Jr.’’s favorite entrances, damn it! Ignoring his appendage’s impatience, Harry continued to toy with his girlfriend. “How many climaxes do you think it’ll take to deal out punishment to the Death Eaters?”
“Like you said, as many as it takes,” she said, running her fingers over the edges of her cotton bra.
“Well, then, I’ll just have to do my best,” Harry boasted, hopping in place in eagerness. “I reckon that I’ll pleasure you so much that my tongue will be numb by the time I’m finished.”
Hermione bit her lip. Her blush deepened as she said, “You’ll be talking like Seamus then.”
“Sacrifices have to be made for justice. What’s a little numb tongue compared to punishing evil Death Eaters?”
With a gleeful expression, Hermione went to move the tantric magic book off of her lap. When her eyes fell on the text, the witch’s eyes grew wide and her joyful demeanor disappeared in a flash.
Recognizing that look, Harry asked “What is it?”
“I misread it,” Hermione practically whimpered. “It states we need more than two.”
“And I plan on giving you more than two,” Harry said with naked pride. “In fact, I plan on giving you so many that you lose consciousness. And I’ll probably continue to give you more when you’re asleep because I’m feeling frisky right now. It’s for justice after all.”
“No, Harry, not multiple orgasms, multiple partners,” Hermione corrected.
Harry blinked once. “Oh.”
He blinked again and asked, “By multiple you mean more than you and me?”
“Yes. To achieve the itching sensation in our targets I told you about, we would need a m?ge ?rois.”
“Manage a what?” asked a perplexed Harry.
“A threesome, Harry,” Hermione pointed out. “For a burning sensation akin to a bad rash, we would need four people. And for the target to feel utter pain, we would need at least six participants.”
“Oh,” Harry repeated. Causing pain to every marked Death Eater was appealing. Perhaps there was a way around it. “Maybe we can get Ron and Luna to join in,” he offered.
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked, clearly offended.
“You know, Ron and Luna can use the spare room while we’re in ours,” explained Harry. “We’ll just put up some silencing charms so we don’t hear each other.”
“You misunderstand, Harry,” she replied. “By multiple partners, the book said we have to share in the ritual.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning once Ron and Luna, and then you and I had our go, we would need to swap partners,” Hermione said with thinly veiled annoyance. “Which means you’d have to have sex with Luna and...” she punctuated these next words as if they were the most important part of her argument; “...I would have to sleep with RON! EWW!”
“They’re our friends and I love them,” admitted Harry. “But I don’t ‘love them’ love them.”
“RON! EWW!”
“They may have seen us have sex through Pensieve memories,” Harry continued. “But this would be entirely different. And different in a bad way.”
“All that red hair.”
“I don’t mind sharing some things, but there is a point where sharing becomes too much.”
“It would be like shagging a circus clown.”
Harry looked at his lover. “He’s still our friend. We don’t need to be cruel.”
“Circus clown,” she stated factually. “He already has the orange-ish red hair and abnormally big feet. All he needs to finish the ensemble is a red-rubber nose.”
“You don’t seem all that upset over the notion of me sleeping with Luna in this little scenario,” Harry dared to point out, hoping that Hermione would take it for the joke that it was intended to be.
“Well she isn’t a clown like Ron, is she?” Hermione replied. “Besides, what would you do with those enormous tits of hers? Honestly? Each one is bigger than your head. You wouldn’t know what to do with them.”
“I’d use them as a pillow,” he said with a naughty smile. “A big, soft, warm pillow.”
“We could both use her breast as pillows,” Hermione snorted a laugh. “You sleep on the left one I’ll get the right.”
The couple shared a belly laugh at the thought. After a moment, Hermione became more serious. “It’s too bad though about the ritual. It would’ve been nice to make those lousy Death Eaters suffer.”
“Can’t we still do it?” asked Harry. “Just ourselves mind you. I mean with both of our power boost, we should be able to perform it.”
“No, in this case, the participants’ power level has no effect on the ritual,” Hermione said with a pout. “In fact, according to this, some of the people could even be squibs and the outcome would still be the same.”
“Shame that,” Harry said, trying to look like he was deeply disappointed. The curled up edges of his mouth ruined the affect. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to give you several screaming orgasms just for fun then, justice be damned.”
With that, Harry leapt on his lover and tore at her skirt. A few scant minutes later, the first of many “OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!” was heard.
*
Later that week, Harry had come up with a rather brilliant plan. He had decided to perform the Wit Enhancing ritual that Hermione had created and then, once he was recuperated, they would do the han – err – searching ritual. This was brilliant for two reasons; first, he believed that with the temporary boost in his intelligence, he’d be able to deduce where the missing Horcrux was hidden. And second, this plan was brilliant because it involved two different sex acts, which were always fun.
To prepare for the Wit Enhancing ritual, Hermione warmed up by stretching so that she could hold the awkward position needed for it. And Harry warmed up both himself and his lover for the ritual by kissing, licking, and suckling Hermione’s various bits. After shouting the proper incantation of “Maximus Intellegentia!” when his climax hit him, Harry felt the wave of magic pass through him. He knew that the ritual had increased his intelligence because as he waited for his stamina to return, he and Hermione speculated that the cooling weather this season would make the skins of Mandrakes particularly thick, making the plants overly bitter and angry.
An hour or two after performing the Wit Enhancing ritual, Harry and Hermione started the han – err – other ritual. A few seconds after Hermione began to massage Harry and while both teens chanted their separate incantations, they felt the now familiar sensations of their spirits leaving their bodies. Once again, astral-Harry and Hermione dove through the air and ended up in the darkness. Unfortunately, their increased intelligence shed little light on the darkness. In fact, while they hovered in the inky blackness, the two lovers discussed the esoteric ramifications of the color black and what it various meanings meant for mankind throughout the ages.
Despite the fact that they weren’t able to discern the location of the missing Horcrux, Harry suggested that they attempt the ritual again immediately upon returning to his body.
“You just want me to give you another hand-job,” Hermione said in a reproachable fashion.
“Yes,” he replied with all honestly. He then went on to lecture on the numerous health benefits of an active sex life.
*
A few days later, after the effects of the wit enhancing ritual wore off, Harry and Hermione made their way to their chambers after their lessons had ended for the day. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find Remus waiting for them in the Head Students’ common room.
“What’s up, Moony?” he asked as Hermione shut the door.
“I’m sorry to bother you two,” Remus said apologetically. “But something rather curious has come up.”
“What is it?” asked Hermione.
“Do you believe in reincarnation?” the older wizard asked sincerely.
“I’ve never really given it much thought,” Harry said.
“I’ve read some books on the subject,” offered Hermione.
“Well, prepare to be amazed,” Remus stated and he opened the door leading to Harry and Hermione’s room.
Slowly, little Sirius, Remus’ son, came out of the room. The infant didn’t crawl; in fact he walked upright, on two wobbly legs.
“He’s not supposed to do that,” Hermione said to Remus. “Sirius is too young to be able to even crawl, much less walk.”
“Then I guess I shouldn’t be able to talk either,” the infant said in a squeaky voice.
“What the hell is going on?” Harry asked in shock as he stared at the talking infant.
“Harry, Hermione, I’m Sirius,” the baby stated.
“Yes, we know that,” Hermione said.
“No, not ‘Sirius, Remus’ son,’ I’m Sirius, Remus’ old lover and Harry’s godfather,” the baby corrected.
“You can’t be able to talk,” Hermione balked.
“Wait... Sirius was gay?” Harry asked in disbelief. “I thought he was a ladies’ man?”
“No, we only referred to your father in that way,” Remus pointed out. “Never once did we mention our sexuality to you, Harry. Not because we weren’t proud, but because we were private.”
“Wait, you’re gay?” Harry asked Remus again.
“The proper term is bisexual, but yes, I’m gay,” the older wizard answered. “Having a Metamorphmagus as a wife really does have its benefits, especially in the sack.”
“Hey, remember me,” the baby waved his chubby little arm to get everyone’s attention. “I’m the issue here, not the fact that Remus liked to slob knobs.”
“Crude as always,” Remus criticized, rolling his eyes in disapproval.
“I could remind a certain someone in this room that he used to particularly enjoy my crude language, especially when that certain someone and I were locked up in dark and cramped broom cupboards, but I won’t,” little Sirius commented. “We need to find out how this happened.”
“The baby is talking!” Hermione said in shocked disbelief while pointing at Sirius.
“Well, that’s the point. But, I’m not a baby, not really,” little Sirius said. “I’m Sirius Black. I went to school with Remus, James, Lily, Wormtail, and Snape. I fought in the first war as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, was betrayed by Wormtail, chucked in Azkaban, escaped, met you, Harry, went on the run, then got locked up in Grimmauld Place, fell through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries. The next thing I know, I’m getting pushed out of my cousin’s womb. How’d this happen?”
“The baby is talking!” Hermione, still in shock, repeated.
“Hermione, I need your brains right now,” Remus said and it seemed to draw the brunette witch out of her stupor. “You’re one of the brightest people I know and I need you to figure out what happened.”
Clearly bolstered by Remus’ compliment, Hermione snapped to attention. “So, he’s Sirius?” she questioned.
“Yes, he has all of Sirius’ memories and experiences,” Remus summarized. “I don’t know if it was because of that ritual you and Harry tricked us into doing, or the fact that I’m a werewolf and Tonks’ is a Metamorphmagus. Or even a combination of different things that caused this.”
“Wait, wait,” Hermione demanded. “I read some cases of reincarnation. But I have never heard of one where the person has retained all of their memories from their past lives. It’s never happened.”
“Well, it happened to me, Hermione,” Sirius said.
“But it’s not possible,” she countered. “The cases I read stated that sometimes a few vague memories may remain, but nothing like what you’re describing. You must be mistaken. Surely you can’t be Sirius.”
A tiny, impish grin appeared on both Remus and the baby, as if they had been expecting Hermione’s comment. With his squeaky voice, little Sirius uttered “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.”
Harry paused a second before saying “Wait, I’ve heard that before. On the telly I think.”
Hermione turned and faced Harry. It was clear by her expression that she was about to ask him what he was talking about when realization suddenly dawned upon her. “Oh, you cheeky bastard!” Hermione cursed at Remus. She pointed an accusatory finger at the older wizard and loudly scolded again, “Cheeky bastard!”
“Shh, you’ll wake the baby,” Remus said between peals of laughter.
“Oh, yes, Hermione shouting will wake up the baby, not his father laughing like a baboon,” Tonks sarcastically commented as she walked out of Harry and Hermione’s room. Bundled in the pink haired witch’s arms was a smiling baby Sirius.
Harry’s eyes darted between the two copies of baby-Sirius. He asked, pointing to the baby in Tonks’ arms “If that’s Sirius, then who’s that?” and pointed at the one standing next to Remus.
“That’s Courtney, under polyjuice,” informed a still laughing Remus. “She begged to be part of a prank against the two of you. How could we refuse?”
“Can I sit down now?” Courtney said in the baby’s squeaky voice. “I haven’t any bloody kneecaps thanks to being an infant, and it hurts to stand.”
As the polyjuiced Auror plopped down on the ground, Harry shot a disbelieving look at Remus. “You brewed polyjuice, which takes a month to do, just to pull one of the oldest and most clich?jokes in the world?”
“Yes!” cheered Remus.
Obviously encouraged by his father’s laughter, the real Sirius began to chuckle. Well, actually, he made more of gurgling and spitting sounds, but you could tell that he was trying to laugh along with his dad. The cute sounds that the real baby-Sirius was making lightened Harry’s and Hermione’s moods.
“I can’t believe you went through all the trouble of brewing polyjuice just so you can prank us with the ‘Sirius-serious’ joke,” Hermione guffawed.
“If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it,” Remus said proudly.
“What I don’t get is the whole gay thing?” asked Harry.
“Adding elements of the truth in a prank always heightens the realism of it,” Remus responded.
“Wait, you really are gay?” Hermione asked, taken back slightly.
“As I told you before, I’m bisexual,” corrected Remus.
“Not before you met me, you weren’t,” Tonks interjected. “You only liked blokes until I came along.”
“So you and Sirius were a couple?” Harry asked, ashamed he hadn’t realized.
“Yes, we were,” Remus said with a pleasant smile. “We were lovers but we broke up over a tiff we had shortly before Wormtail betrayed us all. Then we reconnected after the year I taught at Hogwarts. And we reconnected several hundred times while he was locked up in Grimmauld Place.”
Harry experienced a moment of happiness. He realized that he was happy with the thought that at least his godfather had some comfort before he died.
“So that comment about Tonks’ metamorphmagus abilities being a benefit was true?” Hermione asked tentatively.
“Yes, Hermione. Not only can I change my appearance, I can change my plumbing too,” Tonks said with a smile. The pink haired witch walked up to Hermione and confided; “You gain a whole new appreciation for how much blokes love blow-jobs when you can grow a willy and have it sucked on.”
“Oh,” uttered Hermione as she blushed a deep ruby red.
“I don’t mean to be a pest, but the polyjuice is about to wear off,” Courtney said. “And seeing how I’m only wearing a nappy, I’ll be pretty much naked. Now, I know how kinky Hermione and Harry are, but I don’t want to give them a show.”
“Alright, we’d better leave then,” Remus said.
After saying their goodbyes, Harry and Hermione were left alone.
“So, what should we do now?” Harry asked. He was hoping Hermione would ask for suggestions to which he’d offer “How about you bend over the desk...” but unfortunately, Hermione stated;
“I have to head to the Library and study.” She scooped up some parchment and quills. “Professor McGonagall offered me some extra credit and I’m taking her up on it.”
“But, your grade is around one hundred and eighty percent already. Why do you need extra credit?” complained Harry.
“It never hurts to get on Professor McGonagall’s good side,” Hermione stated.
“Her good side? Merlin, Hermione, McGonagall loves you so much right now I’d bet she has you in her will.”
“Maybe you should learn from my example,” Hermione challenged. “You could always boost your marks up a bit. How about you join me and we both can get some extra credit?”
“No,” he said automatically. “I’ve been reading and studying all day long. It’s time for a break.”
“Fine, it’s your loss,” Hermione said and made her way out of the room.
Harry grumbled. He was looking forward to making love with Hermione. So much so that ‘Harry, Jr.’ was stirring from his slumber. The organ was slowly risingand asked where Hermione was. For a moment, Harry considered taking the issue in hand – literally – and alleviate himself. But he had a girlfriend now and therefore he shouldn’t have to do this solo anymore. Grumpily, Harry flopped down on the couch.
A loose piece of parchment sticking out of one of Harry’s books on Quidditch caught his eye. He remembered that he had written down something and placed in a book back when he was under the effects of the Wit Enhancing ritual, but like all things he learned or thought during that time, Harry had only fuzzy recollections. Curious as to what he had written, Harry reached over and pulled the paper out of the book. It was a note, in his hand, addressed to himself. It read;
“Dear Harry,
Since you cannot remember things that occurred clearly, I have written this note.
I had a wonderful idea for a charm, and thanks to the boosted intelligence I received, I created it. I have not told Hermione about this spell because I want it to be a surprise.
It is called Loninquitas Amorus. I won’t go into detail how I created or how it works because I know how feeble your mind is...”
Harry paused in his reading. Had he just insulted his own intelligence? As if he had somehow predicted this question back when he wrote the note, the next line stated;
“Yes, I just insulted your intelligence, get over it.
Now back to the charm; the name Loninquitas Amorus literally means ‘Distance Love.’ Basically, with this spell, you will be able to pleasure Hermione from a distance. There is no physical contact, penetration, or liquid exchange. Hermione will only experience sensations and feelings. Just purse your lips in a kiss and imagine that you are kissing her and Hermione will have the sensation of actually being kissed. The same applies for foreplay; if you move your fingers about while focusing on Hermione’s ‘flower’ she’ll get the sensation of being stimulated. Same tactics apply to oral sex; work your tongue while pretending to eat her out and she’ll get the sensation.
Sex is even simpler than anything else. The technique you’ll need to perform this part of the charm is something you’ve been practicing for years; masturbation. While you’re wanking yourself, imagine that Hermione is wrapped around your organ instead of your hand.
The incantation is Loninquitas Amorus if you haven’t figured that out already. The necessary wand movements and spell intents are fully detailed on the second sheet of parchment.
Yours... or rather ‘me’s,’
Harry.”
A nasty smile stretched across Harry’s face. He got up from the couch and fetched his Invisibility Cloak and made his way to the Library. He reckoned it was high-time to test out this new charm.
Once he was close to the Library, Harry slipped into a classroom. There, he cast a Silencing Charm around himself, jotted down a quick note, and tossed the Invisibility Cloak over his body. With the combination of Cloak and the Silencing Charm, no one would be able to see or hear Harry as he performed his new charm on Hermione. Well except for Moody’s Magical Eye, and he wasn’t anywhere near the library, so it’s the same thing.
Walking into the Library, Harry noted that it was rather crowded. A group of fifth year Slytherins was in the Divination section, while two sixth year Ravenclaws were browsing Ancient Runes. And located next to the table where Hermione was doing some light reading (only four books at the moment) was nearly a dozen second years from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, huddled around a large tome. Pince, the Librarian, was scuttling from group to group, making sure no one was up to any shenanigans.
Silently, Harry slinked up to Hermione and placed the note he had just written on the book she was reading. When he pulled his hand away, it must’ve looked like the note popped into existence to Hermione. Before reading the scrap of paper, Hermione looked around, trying to find Harry, obviously knowing that he was hiding under his Cloak. Giving up on trying to find her lover, Hermione read the note.
“I created a new charm and I’m going to test it out. Just try and remain quiet.
Love,
H.”
Hermione eyes narrowed in question as Harry took his place a few feet away from her. Whether she was going to ask what type of charm it was, why would she have to try to be quiet, or how on earth Harry was able to create a charm didn’t matter. Under his Cloak, Harry waved his wand in the proscribed manner and incanted “Loninquitas Amorus.”
Harry pursed his lips and imagined pressing them to Hermione’s. He pretended to take in her scent. He saw his girlfriends eyes widened in surprise. She reached up and touched her lips, clearly wondering why it felt like she was being kissed. Harry parted his lips and slid his tongue out, remembering what it felt like to have his tongue roll around Hermione’s mouth. A fetching blush grew on Hermione’s cheeks.
Satisfied that the charm was working so far, Harry decided to progress further. He imagined trailing kisses down Hermione chin, neck, and to her breasts. The brunette witch gave a startled little jump when Harry mimed tweaking her nipples. He magically worked on her breasts for some time, licking, suckling, tweaking, and caressing air. Hermione fidgeted slightly as the sensation of having Harry kiss and fondle her body overcame her.
Smiling, Harry moved onto the next part of his plan. He held his hand in front of his face, extended his fore and middle finger, spreading them out in a “v” and began to lick the space between his fingers. Hermione sat bolt straight in her chair as she felt Harry’s tongue on her nether lips. Eyes bulging and darting in every direction, the witch was clearly worried that someone would notice her predicament. And knowing how kinky his witch was, Harry was positive that the threat of discovery was turning Hermione on even more.
Tiny beads of sweat blossomed on Hermione’s brow. Harry assumed that she must’ve been practically flowing at that time. But, he wanted more out of her. Tapping into his love core, Harry activated his parseltongue ability.
“That’s cheating!” Hermione muttered under her breath. Almost instantaneously, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding her bum and other bits into her seat. “Cheating! Unfair! Cheating!” she chanted in a soft voice.
A short while later, Hermione began to tremble. Harry knew that she wanted to cry out in ecstasy but she was forcing it back. Her mouth opened and her lips formed a tight “o.” The witch’s eyelids were half closed. Harry realized that his lover was about to have one hell of a climax. He guessed that it must’ve been the combination of his parsletongue magic, the threat of being found out, and books – which were a turn on for Hermione – that was eliciting such a response from her.
Suddenly, Hermione gripped the edge of the table and stomped her feet down. Seemingly involuntarily, her bottom rose up off of the seat two or three inches. The witch let out a long, shuttering “o-o-oh!” before slowly lowering herself back onto the chair.
While she caught her breath, Hermione looked over at the group of second years just a few feet away. Thankfully, none of them had seemed to have noticed her actions. While Hermione was attempting to regain her composure, Harry pulled a very eager ‘Harry, Jr.’ out of his trousers. The raven haired wizard spat a large amount of saliva onto his palm and spread it over his organ. He spat once more and remembered the actual sensation of what it felt like to make love to Hermione. The wizard gripped his “wand” and slowly stroked himself.
Hermione’s eyes shot open, wider than they ever had before. It looked like her eyes were threatening to leap out of her skull and roll across the table.
“Oh, my,” she muttered softly.
Inch by inch, Harry slowly moved his hand down his shaft. Then, just as slowly, he slid his hand back up. He repeated this twice more and Hermione’s hands gripped the table, her feet stomped the ground, and her lips formed an “o” once again. Harry marveled at Hermione’s reaction, she was already approaching another orgasm. Apparently, his new spell was working wonderfully.
Harry continued to masturbate for several minutes. During this time Hermione had no less than three orgasms, each one threatening her resolve not to cry out passionately. She had sweated so much that her hair clung to her face, which was glowing red.
“Miss Granger, are you well?” Madame Pince asked.
Harry had been so intent on Hermione that he had not seen the Librarian walk up to her table.
“YES!” Hermione said a little too vehemently.
Harry wanted to stop, but he was so damn close that his hand wouldn’t listen. It continued to pump away involuntarily.
“I’m f-f-fine, ma...ma’am,” Hermione stuttered. With a touch of horror, Harry could tell that another orgasm was about to hit his lover any second. Thankfully though, Harry was in a similar state. He took comfort knowing that it would soon be over.
“You look ill, girl,” Pince pressed.
“O-oh, its n-n-nothing,” insisted Hermione rather breathily. “It’s j-just my ah-ah-allergies.”
“You should go see Madame Pomfrey,” suggested Pince. “She has a number of allergy remedies.”
“I’ll do-do-do that,” agreed Hermione. Then it was upon her. Harry saw her eyes grow wide in a combination of ecstasy and terror. A very large climax was about to claim her. And judging by the look of fear in her eyes, Harry knew that Hermione wouldn’t be able to stifle any cries that would ensue. Hermione took in a great, deep breath and Harry tensed, waiting for her scream of passion.
“AH-CHOO!” Hermione let out a very loud and very fake sneeze. “AH-CHOO!” she echoed and her feet kicked out. She threw her head back and “sneezed” several times in succession. “AH! AHHH! AH-AH-CHOO! AH-CHOOOOooo! AH-CHOO!” Harry was wincing at Hermione’s utter lack of acting ability. He was honestly surprised that the librarian was buying those clearly fake sneezes.
As his lover continued to hide her screaming orgasm with sneezes, Harry finally joined her in ecstasy. With a grunt, Harry ejaculated.
“My, that was a mighty large one,” Pince commented, surprised by the ferocity of Hermione’s sneeze.
“Damn right it was,” Hermione muttered in a husky voice. The edges of her lips spiked upwards and her eyes were sparkling in a truly satisfied way.
“Well, get yourself to the Hospital ward straight away,” Pince ordered. Harry could tell that the Librarian was less concerned about Hermione’s health than she was about the younger witch getting germs and boogies all over her precious books.
“Let me catch my breath, then I’ll go see Pomfrey,” Hermione sighed contentedly.
Now that his task was completed Harry magically cleansed his discharge (he had thought about leaving his mess on the floor but that was too unhygienic) and left.
Humming happily to himself, Harry walked toward the Head Boy and Girl’s room unseen and unheard by anyone. He was satisfied, not only for having created such a useful spell like Loninquitas Amorus but also for making Hermione climax like she had never before.
“Potter’s the best teacher, I tell you,” a sixth year Ravenclaw told his friends as Harry passed a small gathering. Curious as to why these kids were talking about him, Harry moved closer so that he could listen in.
“I’ve learned so much from him,” another boy added with a grin.
For a moment, Harry had thought they were talking about Dumbledore’s Army, but it didn’t make sense at all. None of these younger wizards were part of that group so they clearly couldn’t be talking about Harry’s lessons in Defense.
“My bird loves what I’ve learned,” a third boasted. “She was practically gushing.”
“But not as much as Granger gushes, I’d wager,” the second chuckled. “She’s an effing hosepipe... but in a good way.”
Harry’s blood turned to ice in his veins.
“I can’t wait for my turn to watch it,” a fourth said excitedly.
“Why? You don’t even have a girlfriend,” the first ridiculed.
“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching the Pensieves.”
“It was pretty cool to watch,” the second said in a distracted way, like he was reminiscing. “Granger is hot and so damned frisky.”
“And besides, look at Creevey,” the third pointed out. “He didn’t have a girlfriend, and now thanks to those Pensieves, he’s bagged Patil.”
“I really can’t wait until it’s my turn to watch,” the fourth repeated.
In total shock, Harry stumbled away from the group of Ravenclaws. As he blindly made his way back to his chambers, his mind was rocked by what he had just heard. The Pensieve Memory he and Hermione had made for Ron was making the rounds at school. People were watching Harry and Hermione being intimate. That was why everyone was acting strangely; Su Li kissing Hermione, that Ravenclaw giving him the thumbs up a few days before, Seamus with Pavarti and Lavender, and Colin with Padma.
Harry didn’t know how he made it into his chambers or when he had taken off his Invisibility Cloak which was draped over a nearby chair. He was looking around the room in a daze and had not noticed Hermione walk in.
“That was a very, very interesting charm,” she complimented. “Did you make it while under the effects of the Wit Enhancing ritual?”
“Sure,” he uttered, not listening to what she had said.
“It worked wonderfully, but you do have to work on your aim a bit,” the brunette witch added with a smile plastered on her face. “You see, when you entered me, you were just a few inches off course.”
“Okay,” he spoke, skill shocked over the revelation that Ron had passed the Pensieve Memory around and that a good number of his peers had watched him go down on Hermione.
“I’m not angry,” Hermione continued, not noticing Harry’s distracted mindset. “I found that I rather liked it. Actually, that’s an understatement. Well, don’t be cross because I know I said I’d never let you take me that way, but I say lets give it a shot right now. It is possible that it was the effects of your love based magic that gave me such a... positive response and the actual physical act of sodomy may be unbearable, but I’m willing to give it a try,” she finished with a nervous yet eager twinkle in her eyes.”
“Un-huh,” Harry said evenly.
“Harry, what is your problem?” she demanded. “I just asked you to bugger me and you’re acting like I killed Hedwig.”
Slowly, Harry turned and faced his lover. He tried to find a way to sugarcoat the news, but how does one say “Well, we’re accidental porn-stars, dear.” So Harry just blurted it out.
“Remember that Pensieve Memory we made for Ron and Luna?” Harry asked. Hermione nodded, and he continued in a rapid manner, “Well, Ron’s been lending it out.”
“To whom?” she asked with an angry expression on her face.
“Um, everyone,” he answered.
“Everyone?” she nearly screeched. The anger in her eyes grew in intensity.
“Yes, everyone,” he confirmed. “Apparently in turns.”
Anger could no longer describe Hermione’s expression and Harry had a difficult time finding a proper word to describe it. But one thing Harry did do was make a mental note to write a touching eulogy for Ron. |
Title: 25 FIGHT OR BE TIGHT? 26 FLIGHT DELIGHT
Tags: True Story, Boy, Death, Gay, Horror, Torture, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]25
FIGHT OR BE TIGHT?
Jeff goes to Sean’s house after school the next day. They can’t stop talking about the game as they take a dip in the pool. Sean gets interrupted with a phone call. Answering the phone as he dries off, “Sean’s Web.”
“Hi Sean! It’s Roxanne.”
“Sounds like you’re in a good mood.”
“Yeah. I talked to a friend about you dating a nudist.”
“Oh! Go on, Roxanne.”
“Her response shocked me. She talked the same way as you.”
“How about that!”
“Sean, it turns out she’s a nudist too.”
“Naturist.”
“Whatever.”
“So you’re accepting my invitation!”
“No. No. No. I’m just not mad at you anymore. Well, I’m angry, but not about that.”
“Roxanne, thanks for filling me in. Take good care of yourself.”
After swimming some more, they both enter the shower together without a second thought. Sean then comments, “You get into this touchy feely stuff so naturally.”
Proudly and pleasantly, Jeff replies, “Yeah, I’m a master.”
“So you’ve had experience before me.”
“Yes, Sean. I used to do this stuff with a friend on sleepovers. Not in the shower, but in bed.”
“A friend your age then?”
“Yeah.”
“Your idea or his idea?”
Lathering up Sean’s penis, “That’s hard to say. Sometimes I took things farther, sometimes he did.”
“So, have you gone farther with him or with me?”
“With him. We would see who could pee the farthest.”
With a straight face, “In bed!?”
“Dah, ya think! We did that in the woods. We liked talking about our penises, not to mention other body parts. We would see who could get hard the quickest. We would see who could get the other hard the quickest.”
“With your hands?”
Soaping up Sean’s booty, “Yeah. But eventually he had other ideas for the games that I didn’t go along with.”
“I won’t ask for details. Is he OK with you telling others?”
“Well, no. But I didn’t say his name.”
“I won’t ask, but I have a hunch I know who it is. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“I know. Now I’m wondering about you. I probably wouldn’t know your friends, so you could talk freely.”
“The peeing thing was pretty popular in my day. We did it in groups.”
“Wow! You and me gotta do it!”
“Let’s think about that some other time. I don’t want to get sidetracked.”
Disappointed, “OK.”
“We’d occasionally see someone get hard in a bikini, but I was a bit older than you before seeing a naked erection.”
“Tell me about that.”
“I only feel comfortable talking about being your age and younger.”
“Oh that sucks a big one!”
“Hang on to your, your… I don’t expect that language from you!”
“Sorry. I’ve been hanging around with … somebody too long.”
Feeling close to Jeff again, Sean starts washing his penis, as he continues, “ I saw plenty boys naked in locker rooms, but not privately. There were three boys that I got physical with in bikinis. One was limited to ‘hands only’ but all over. The second went beyond touching, involving a lot of hugging, especially bikini to bikini, eventually in every position we could think of. The last boy liked getting our mouths involved, but not mouth to mouth. He could be pretty persuasive—like you.” Jeff smiles, as Sean continues, “Sometimes I got into it, sometimes I felt violated, even though it involved no sex, and he was younger than me.”
“So he forced you!?”
“No, nothing that bad.”
“So no nudity, huh?”
Running soapy hands all over Jeff’s buns, “One sleep-over buddy slept naked, but I kept my underwear on. We got into fun wrestling sometimes. I wasn’t comfy with feeling his penis, balls, or butt brushing against my skin. One morning I woke up with his hand deep into my underwear. I went ballistic! We no longer were friends after that.”
“I guess you had no gay friends.”
“These weren’t, Jeff, but actually I had a lot of gay friends.”
“I stayed away from the rough and tough, which brought me in touch with gays. But I wasn’t the best friend to them.”
“Why not?”
“We were great friends as long as they stayed in the closet.”
“What! You caged them like animals!?”
Laughing hysterically, “Yup!”
“OK, give it to me straight, Sean.”
Still laughing, “I can’t. They weren’t straight. “
Stepping out of the shower, Jeff says sternly, “Ha. Ha. Now get focused fool!”
Sean sarcastically replies, “Yes, teacher.”
Impatiently, “Sean, we’re having a serious discussion!”
Trying to stop laughing, “OK. OK…. It’s just an expression. A closet gay is a gay that hides his sexual orientation from people.”
“Oh. So that’s where the expression ‘coming out’ comes from.”
Laughing again, “Yeah, a lot of cumming.”
With no nonsense, “Ha. Ha. So when a gay friend would come out of the closet, you would say, ‘Good bye. It’s been nice knowing you.”
“More or less—a ‘closet friendship’ was fine by me.”
“You suck, Sean! Oops.”
“No, never did that.”
“Stop being corny.”
“I need to be—this issue hurts me.”
“I see why—I never would dump Alex.”
“So rake me over the coals! … If you weren’t so good at defending yourself, Jeff, you would be harassed for being gay—just for being friends with a gay.”
“That’s true.”
“And gay-bashing was widespread in my day.”
“Wimp.”
Sean also steps out of the shower now. With his voice quivering, “Easy for you to say. I feel a lot of emotional pain. I need a hug badly. Can you do that for low-down scum like me?”
Now feeling bad for pressing his hero so hard, Jeff compassionately embraces Sean, squeezing his butt tightly.
Soon Sean sobs and keeps sobbing. With the towel he has, Jeff wipes away the tears, then kisses each of Sean’s cheeks. Being finished drying himself, Jeff gently dries Sean’s slender body. He then takes him by the hand, leading him into bed where they embrace.
“Thank you so much Jeff. You have a heart of gold.”
“Yeah…after digging into your old wounds. Sorry that I expected you to be perfect.”
“Everything feels perfect now.”
Smiling as he grabs Sean’s genitalia, “Yes, everything.”
This praise feels especially wonderful, as Sean recalls his sense of inadequacy in his intimate equipment. Then, noticing the time, he realizes they better get dressed. Concerned again about confidentiality, “Jeff, please don’t share our private moments with anyone, even anonymously.”
“What’s ‘a bomb us Lee’ supposed to mean?”
“We share stories without revealing names. That’s anonymous, but not enough for me.”
“Gotcha. Mum’s the word.”
26
FLIGHT DELIGHT
With spectacular weather Saturday, Sean drives Rachel and Jeff to Black’s Beach. But Sean parks at the La Jolla Glider Port. Rachel asks, “What are you doing Sean?”
“It’s early. Have you ever watched hang gliding?”
Jeff pipes in, “Yeah, we see them from the beach. Can we see them up close here?”
“Sure can.”
Rachel says, “I could use a restroom anyway.”
As Rachel goes in looking for a restroom, Sean points out the cliff to Jeff. “That’s where they jump off. Are you interested.”
“Sure, Sean!”
“Let’s walk to the edge.”
“But we don’t have the gear.”
“I didn’t know you wanted gear when you jump.”
“Of course I do.”
“But this was your idea of a painless death.”
Sullenly, “Oh, yeah.”
“Before you jump, you have to look down at the beach below. You wouldn’t want to land in the sand. You probably would survive that with lots of pain. You probably would be a quadriplegic the rest of your life.”
Sadly, “Yeah.”
“You want to land on rocks so your body splatters all o…”
Totally grossed out, “Sean, shut up already!”
“I sure will stop, Jeff. But it’s important to think about your dark thoughts during your good times.”
“Why?”
“First of all, that may help you remember the good times during your dark hours. Now let me ask you, can you make a commitment right now to never do anything to harm yourself.”
Pleading, “I need time to think, Sean.”
“OK, I’ll drop it for now. But one more question. Can you make a commitment to trust God, that you can depend on him no matter how desperate you might feel in a given moment?”
“Sean, you’re really laying it on me.”
Holding Jeff’s shoulder tightly, “OK, that’s all, just remember, God made you, and…”
“God don’t make no junk. I remember!”
“Good…. Look there! A girl’s about to jump. She doesn’t look much older than you.”
“Wow! She’s running for the cliff!”
Sean sees Rachel coming, “Rachel! Look!” All three of them watch the girl go over the cliff and disappear out of sight.
Jeff screams, “Oh no!” Soon the wind blowing against the cliff gives the girl upward thrust and they see her reappear, gliding through the air, using her skills with fine finesse.
Jeff exuberantly declares, “That is way cool! Let’s rent some gear.”
Sean asks, “Do you think you can handle the winds?”
“Sure! Look how easy it is.”
“She may look like a beginner, but she has years of experience already, since she’s hang gliding here. You need a high level of expertise before you’re allowed here.”
Rachel asks, “Do they ever have accidents here?”
“I’m not up on that, but I’ve heard stories of gliders taking nose dives and tail spins. Sometimes the wind dies down and they have to land on the beach below.”
Still bubbling with excitement, Jeff asks, “Did you ever do it?”
“No. Never. Remember, I’m a wimp.”
Smiling, “Oh yeah.” Sean jabs him in the arm.
Rachel lays down the law, “Good, I couldn’t stand seeing either one of you jumping off this cliff, or any cliff.”
Whining, “But mom!”
“No buts! Or I’ll kick your butt!”
Laughing, Sean interjects, “This I’ve got to see!” Now he gets jabbed by Rachel.”
Jeff shouts, “Look! That guy’s heading right for us. Where did he come from? He’s so high.”
“He jumped off the cliff like everyone else. If you catch the better wind currents, you can go pretty high.”
“So they start here and then end here too?”
“Yup. Usually.”
They watch the guy turn and make a graceful running landing. “That guy is smooth,” Jeff observes passionately.
Seeing hang gliding as a threat to her son’s safety, Rachel announces, “I’m ready to bare it all at the beach.”
Sean takes the cue, “Me too.”
Jeff sadly objects, “But we just got here.”
Sean diplomatically suggests, “Now that you’ve seen a take off and a landing, you can better appreciate the hang gliders from the beach below.” |
Title: 26Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Six: Did Someone Mention Plural?
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Six: Tempers flare and a shocking revelation or two... perhaps three.
"Lousy son of a bitch, I'll kill him!" Those eight words had been repeated constantly by Hermione as she stomped down the hall. After Harry had told her the devastating news that Ron had been lending out the "instructional" Pensieve Memory that the pair had made, the brunette witch dug through Harry's trunk, pulled out the Marauders' Map, said the proper incantation, then promptly began chanting"Lousy son of a bitch, I'll kill him!"
Harry followed Hermione to the Gryffindor Tower with a mixture of rage that equaled his lover's, but also with a sense of disappointment. Ron had now betrayed his trust for the second time and it cut through Harry.
"We should humiliate him first,"Harry offered through gritted teeth. "We can alter that prank we pulled on Fred and George. You know the one that made them see through old witches' clothes. We can change it so that every time he sees Luna naked, he'll actually see that letch Snape wanking off. Oh, it'll be great! I can imagine him now trying to be intimate with Luna and suddenly, he's kissing that greasy bastard. Or even make him see Molly. Nah, Snape would be loads better."
"No. Take too long," Hermione growled. "Just kill the son of a bitch!"
When the couple reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, the painting asked "Password?"
"I'll kill him!" Hermione spat. Pure rage flowed off of the witch.
The painting, obviously sensing that Hermione was not to be trifled with, swung open. Hermione led the charge into the Common Room and up to the very top floor of the tower, to where Ron and Luna's marital room was located. Not even bothering to knock, Hermione threw open the door and barged into the married couple's private room.
"Oh, hello, Harry, Hermione," a very topless - and clearly comfortable in that state - Luna greeted. "Ronald and I were about to have sex. Would you care to watch or even join in?"
"I'll kill him!" repeated Hermione.
"Now, Hermione, that wasn't one of the options," Luna said calmly as if it was quite common for Ron to get death threats. "Either group sex or voyeur; no violence. I really must insist."
"Where is he?" Harry demanded, his tone barely concealing his anger.
"He's getting ready for sex. We're trying some role-playing exercises,"the blonde witch said, feeling completely natural talking about such things while having her sizable breasts exposed. "It will be very enjoyable. I'm playing the part of a street walker who lost her money and has to make up for such a transgression to her employer with sex."
Just then, a visibly excited Ron came out of the loo wearing nothing but a very large purple silk hat with a vibrant peacock feather sticking out of the brim. "I'm your pimple daddy!" the red head called out in a loud voice, not noticing Harry and Hermione.
"It's 'Pimp Daddy,'" Hermione corrected before lunging at the mostly naked wizard while shouting, "I'll kill you!"
Hermione and Ron crashed to the ground. Ron immediately began to thrash around in an attempt to get Hermione off, who was slapping him about the head and chest. The brunette witch was so enraged that she didn't notice that Ron's naked erection was brushing against the hem of her skirt.
Luna turned to Harry and looked at him with her big blue eyes before speaking in an easy but happy way; "It looks like Hermione has opted for group sex. That means we should go at it too, Harry. It's only proper, don't you agree? Obviously we should start with oral sex. Would you like me to lick your penis? Or would you prefer to go down on my muff?"
"What? No," Harry blurted out. "This is serious!"
"So you want to bypass foreplay and jump straight into intercourse like Ronald and Hermione?" asked Luna sincerely. "I was hoping to sample some of your parsletongue magic. But if you insist; plunge your cock into my box." She said this phrase without any passion; it was just a simple statement to her. The blonde witch sat on the bed and laid back, clearly waiting for Harry to mount her.
"No, no, this isn't what you think,"Harry said and pulled Hermione off of Ron. He didn't do this to save Ron from a thrashing, but to have Hermione protect him from Luna. Harry was deeply concerned that if he didn't lie on top of Luna, the blonde witch would hop up and begin molesting him.
"Let me at him!" Hermione growled as Harry pulled her away from Ron. "I'll kill him!"
"Wait, that wasn't intercourse?"Luna asked, sitting up.
"What's your problem?" Ron demanded as he stood. "Are you completely mental?"
"You're dead!" Hermione growled, trying to tug herself free from Harry's grasp.
"Why? What did I do?" Ron asked.
"Um, Ron, cover up," requested Harry. The red haired wizard was still very ready for a proverbial "roll in the hay" with his wife, meaning that Ron was looking at Harry and Hermione with all three eyes. As stated before, erections are the type of things male friends shouldn't share with each other.
Having clearly forgotten his state, Ron looked down and saw something looking back up at him. With a rapid and frantic motion, Ron swiped his large hat from his head and placed it over his groin. The wizard burned a fiery red in embarrassment.
In juxtaposition to her husband, Luna sat casually on the bed. The witch seemed completely natural having her enormous breasts exposed to the open air where everyone could see them.
"You're dead!" Hermione snarled again.
"Why?" Ron repeated and took another step back.
"We found out, Ron," Harry said, his voice tainted by the anger and disappointment that pierced his being.
"You're dead!" Apparently Hermione was so angry that the knowledge of the English language she had retained had vanished save for those two words - well, three separate words if you count the contraction.
"What the hell did I do?" Ron asked frantically and took another step back away from his angry friends. He had put enough distance between himself and Harry and Hermione that Ron was now pressed up against the far wall.
This caused Luna, who was approximately halfway between the two groups, to pivot her body back and forth; turning her attention to whomever was speaking. Much like a spectator at a tennis match looking from one side to the other. Mind you, this caused her naked breasts to sway and swing similarly to two metronomes. A naked, big breasted metronome. Normally, if Ron had not been so concerned with his friends' temper, he'd be transfixed with the swaying orbs. And Harry would probably do the same. Hell, so would Hermione.
"How many people have seen it?" Harry demanded.
"Seen what?" shot back Ron.
"Is that why everybody in the school keeps looking at me and Hermione so oddly?" Harry asked.
"What are you talking about?" the red head asked desperately.
"Have you lent it out to the whole fucking school?" Harry demanded.
"Mate, I have no idea what you're talking about," Ron defended.
During this interchange, Hermione had growled, barked, snarled, and shouted the words "You're dead!" no less than six times. At one point, she had experimented and tried to kick at Ron despite the fact that he was a good four feet away from her.
"The Pensieve, Ron," snapped Harry. "Everyone in the bloody school has seen the Pensieve Memory Hermione and I made for you."
"What?" a shocked Ron asked.
"That's not possible, Harry," Luna said in a dreamy tone. In a cool and easy manner, Luna strolled to a bedside cabinet, pulled out her wand, incanted a ridiculously long incantation full with words that Harry swore weren't words at all, and tapped her wand in several places all over the face of the cabinet, before opening it. The blonde reached in and pulled out a small box. She placed the box to her lips and whispered another incantation, this one much shorter, causing the box to pop open. Luna reached in and retrieved the glass vial that Harry had given them. "We keep it locked up," she said simply.
"Bu- but Harry overheard some people talking about seeing it," Hermione persisted, clearly confused.
"Are you sure you didn't misunderstand them Harry?" Luna asked.
"No, they said our names," he explained.
"Well, maybe you didn't understand what they were talking about," offered Ron. "Maybe they were talking about something else."
"They were talking about how Hermione is a gusher," added Harry.
Luna giggled and said, "More like ahosepipe. She's like Cho doing ahandstand."
"But how'd they see the Pensieve if you've kept it under lock?" Hermione moaned.
"Did you make more and lose one,"Ron suggested.
"How dumb do you think we are?"Hermione scoffed. "We'd never do such athing as make a spare and lose it."
"Oh, so it had to be me," Ron said with bitterness. "I'm a lummox and therefore had to betray my friends."
"Ron that's not-" began Harry.
"How could you two think I'd do that to you?" the red head asked, clearly hurt. "I learned my lesson back during the Tri Wizard. You two trusted me with that memory; I'd never let it out of my sight."
With his shoulders slumped in dejection, Ron turned and sulked into the bathroom. As the door closed, Harry heard a muffled sob come from the bathroom.
"I think you two should leave," Luna said, a small frown marring her face.
Hanging their heads, Harry and Hermione walked out of their friends' room. They walked back to their chambers as each silently berated themselves for doubting Ron. Sure he wasn't the brightest person in the world, and he was pigheaded and stubborn. But since his transgression at the beginning of their fourth year, where Ron assumed Harry had entered his name in the Goblet of Fire, Ron had been a loyal and true friend.
Harry felt even worse than Hermione. He was Ron's best mate and shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that. Harry should've realized that Ron would never betray his trust again. Even if he and Ron were lost in the woods for weeks and weeks, wandering aimlessly without food, Ron wouldn't betray his friends.
The next morning, after spending asilent night together, Hermione stated in a soft and mournful voice; "We have to make it up to him."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"But how?" she asked, admitting that she didn't even have the slightest clue.
"That's easy: food or sex. He's a bloke; therefore, all he thinks about is sex. And he's also Ron, which means his entire existence is centered on food," offered Harry.
"Well, he's got the sex covered with Luna," Hermione said.
"So that leaves food," concluded Harry. Taking Hermione's hand in his, he guided her to the kitchens.
"Are we going to have the House Elves whip something up for him?" she asked.
"No, that'd be cheating," he answered. "We were the ones who fouled up. We're the ones who have to make reparation."
"Do you know how to cook?"
"Kind of. I mean I know how to fry food," he said with a shrug. "The Dursleys made me cook for them. But all they ever wanted was fried food. So I guess I can make him some fish and chips and loads of bacon. What about you?"
"I'll bake a cake then," Hermione said, her smile growing slightly less guilty.
"You can bake?"
"I haven't before, but how difficult can it be. It's just like Potion brewing: add ingredients, throw it in the oven, simple," she said confidently.
The moment the two entered the castle's kitchen, every single House Elf dropped what they were doing (which meant several dozen pots and pans crashed to the floor splashing their contents everywhere) and bowed to Hermione.
"Oh, Great One, what do you be needing?" one elf bounded up to Hermione and then proceeded to kiss her feet.
"We need to make some food for afriend of ours," Harry answered for Hermione who couldn't do so for herself because she was trying to explain to the little creature not to kiss her feet.
"What do's you'swants us to be fixing for you's friend?" another elf asked while trying to kiss the hem of Hermione's robes.
"Actually, we decided that we'd be the ones cooking," Harry said.
The collective gasp from the House Elves was almost enough to create a vacuum in the kitchen. Every single elf drew in a deep breath of shock at the same instant. So much air was inhaled that Harry felt his hair move.
No one spoke or even moved for six whole seconds. It was dead silent in the kitchen for that time. Then the wailing started. The screams and cries of the House Elves echoed off the walls of the kitchen. Several elves who were weeping hysterically were huddled in one corner; they were curled up into tight little balls, desperately clutching their knees to their chests. Another set of elves were placing their hands into the flames of the stoves; the smell of burning flesh quickly filled the air. And at least twenty were slamming their heads repeatedly against the walls. Harry felt it was safe to assume that the elves didn't take too kindly to the idea of "The Great One" preparing food by herself.
"PLEASE STOP!" a very mortified Hermione cried out. And the elves did. In fact the elves stopped completely. Some were frozen in mid-sob, others had their heads pressed firmly against the walls, and a few had their hands still in the flames. "You there," Hermione pointed to the ones who were cooking their limbs. "Pull your hands out. That's it. Now put out the fires. That's good."
Hermione took a calming breath and said, "All I want to do is bake something for a friend of mine."
And as if by some primal instinct, the elves began to abuse themselves once more.
"STOP IT!" she screamed again. Hermione looked to Harry with pleading eyes. Clearly she had just wanted to explain the situation to the elves, but she didn't know how.
Harry thought for a moment, and then, somewhat hesitantly, he tried to explain what was going on in a way that the House Elves would understand.
"The Great One... ah... just wants to experience your suffering... by baking a cake."
"No's," two dozen elves cried out.
"The Great One dobe better than that," another shouted.
"But she wants to do this," Harry pressed. "That way, the Great One will be even closer to you. She will, um, know your pain. The Great One will understand you all the more."
The elves looked to each other. A moment later, a few of them nodded their heads, albeit reluctantly. Some of them still had tears flowing freely from their bulbous eyes.
Even though Harry and Hermione had convinced the elves that they would do this on their own, the elves still helped. Every time the couple needed an ingredient, at least four House Elves would dash to fetch the item.
Once, Harry had to pause in his frying to stop a House Elf who had not accepted the notion of The Great One baking. The little creature had gotten alength of rope and fashioned a noose. Harry tugged the elf off of a stack of chairs where he was trying to hang himself.
While they worked, Harry noticed that a number of the House Elves were staring at him and Hermione. Unlike the other House Elves who were watching how the couple was cooking intently, this group had their eyes fixed on Harry's and Hermione's crotches. These elves had an odd look in their eyes, sort of like a look of admiration mixed with longing.
"Looks like some others have seen our Pensieve," Harry said and pointed at the odd group.
"Bloody hell," Hermione cursed. "We should just start distributing them ourselves at this rate."
"Hey, we could charge a viewing fee,"offered Harry lightly. "At least that way we could earn some money."
"Or we could write a book," Hermione said with a bemused smile. "You know, update our 'special book.' I've always wanted to write a book."
"We'll become filthy rich," stated Harry. They both laughed at such aludicrous notion.
A few hours later, the couple was done with their tasks. Harry had several stacks of chips, fried fish, and rashers of bacon. Hermione proudly held up her single layer chocolate cake... which promptly started to make a hissing sound. A large chasm formed on top of the cake and black smoke billowed out of the gash. Like a deflating tire, the cake slowly and noisily collapsed in on itself.
With Hermione's right eye twitching in annoyance, Harry whispered in her ear "I guess baking isn't as simple as potion brewing."
"I-I can't give this to him," she moaned.
"You could have the House Elves make something for you and just tell Ron you made it," offered Harry. "I know I said it was cheating, but at least we gave it a try."
"I couldn't do that," she said firmly. "It would be wrong. I'll just give it another attempt and bake asecond cake. It can't be that hard to make a cake."
As Hermione stirred and blended the proper ingredients once more, she openly bragged about how she had learned from her previous mistakes. She smiled broadly, confident that this time her creation would be perfect. The witch's smile only faltered slightly when the cake hissed and split open once again, coughing black smoke into the air.
"You could have the House Elves make a cake for you and just tell Ron you made it," repeated Harry.
All it took was a simple resigned nod from Hermione and the elves were off like a shot. Dozens of the little creatures began bolting back and forth from the cupboards to the stove. Within minutes of starting, the elves began to form a multilayer cake. In no time, they had completed nothing short of a confectionary masterpiece. It stood six feet tall, and nearly eight wide at the base. Each layer had a different frosting; chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, almond, and so on. On the second layer, dozens of small chocolate figurines of wizards and witches chased each other around the edge of the cake. A hundred sparklers stuck out in every direction on the top two layers.
"Wow," Hermione said in awe. "Do you think Ron will believe I made this?"
"I don't think he'll care, really,"answered Harry. Knowing Ron, his red haired friend would probably go into sugar-shock just at the sight of the monumental cake.
"How do you think we'll get it to him?" Harry asked.
"We's can be delivering it anywhere's The Great One wants," one House Elf said joyously.
"That would be wonderful," Hermione said sincerely. "Could you take this and the food Harry made to our friends, Ron and Luna, in about fifteen minutes?"
"We betaking the foods to Weezy and Weezy'sbig boobied missus in a few," another elf confirmed.
Harry and Hermione made their way back to Ron and Luna's room. As they walked, Hermione asked; "It's only been a day, do you think Ron's upset?"
"It's not like Ron to hold grudges,"Harry replied.
"Are you delusional? Of course it's like Ron to hold grudges,"Hermione countered hotly. "He's petty and jealous to a fault. Don't forget the Goblet of Fire fiasco; he didn't talk to you for weeks. Which shows you how pig-headed he can get; you two shared all the same classes and slept in the same room and yet he didn't talk to you."
Thinking back to his earlier analogy about being lost in the woods with no food, Harry realized that it was quite possible for Ron to abandon him.
"I tell you he's lucky to have such a forgiving friend like you," Hermione continued.
"Well, I think the food will placate him a bit," Harry said wondering what he'd do if the "Lost in a Forest and Ron Abandons Me" scenario ever came to be. More likely than not, Harry would forgive Ron, pretty much for the reasons Hermione had said; it was his nature. Then Harry came to realize how lucky Ron was to have him as a friend. No one else would put up with Ron's flaws like he did.
When they got to the door, Harry knocked. Luna answered. Her ever-present smile had returned.
"Hello, Harry and Hermione, so nice of you to stop by. I told Ronald that I knew you would, but it's still nice of you to do so. Otherwise, I'd look like a liar to my husband," she greeted the couple easily as if she had not just asked them to leave the night before. "Won't you come in?"
Harry and Hermione walked into the room like a pair of accused criminals waiting to be judged.
"I've been talking to Ronald," Luna stated with her odd happy tone. "I explained to him why you thought he had lost the Pensieve Memory. There was a touch of logic to your accusations; you made only the one memory, and Ronald does have a tendency to foul things up. He's still upset, but at least he understands."
"We'd like to apologize," offered Hermione.
"You do realize my Ronald can be abit pig-headed, don't you?" Luna asked dreamily. "It's one of his more enduring attributes, along with his insatiable virility. Even though he understands why you accused him, he is still upset, like I said. Unfortunately you're going to have to do more than just tell him you're sorry."
"We've got that covered," said Harry.
"Good," smiled Luna. "I do wish that Ronald would become a little more forgiving like you, Harry. Then, Ronald would be utterly perfect in every way. But then again, I find perfection rather dull, so maybe I shouldn't wish for such a thing."
The blonde witch turned and called out to the door leading to the bathroom. "Ronald, those guests I told you to expect are here now."
"Tell them to go away," he said loudly from behind the door. "I'm not ready to forgive them just yet."
Luna turned to Harry and Hermione and explained, "I told you he's stubborn." She turned back to the door and said in a loud voice, "Ronald, we discussed this earlier. We are both becoming adults and therefore we must mature. Allowing your friends to apologize and then forgiving them is the mature thing to do, Ronald."
"I don't wanna,"the red head said petulantly.
"Ronald, I won't swallow next time Igive you oral sex like I promised if you don't come out here right this instant," Luna said firmly.
The door opened and slowly, Ron stepped out of the bathroom. He stood close to the door and folded his arms in front of his chest defensively.
"Look, Ron, we're sorry," Harry said sincerely.
"Yes, it was wrong of us to accuse and attack you," added Hermione. Harry wanted to point out that she alone attacked Ron and he had nothing to do with the assault. He had relatively kept his cool whereas Hermione was the one trying to draw blood, but now was not the time or place. Later, he'd hold this little tidbit over his lover's head and perhaps get an apologetic blow job out of it.
All throughout Harry's and Hermione's apology, Ron's face was a stone mask of disappointment. Harry got the distinct impression that Ron had been practicing this expression in front of the mirror for some time.
"We should've trusted you, mate,"Harry offered.
Despite their sincere apology, Ron's face remained unchanged. It was clear that he had no intention of making this easy for Harry and Hermione.
With a loud pop, piles of fried bacon, chips and battered cod materialized before the red haired wizard. Instantaneously, a smile cracked Ron's expression at the sight of the piles of fried food. His stern demeanor vanished completely, replaced by that of total joy, when the monumental cake popped into existence.
Harry watched in stunned amazement as Ron dove at the piles of food. The red head scooped up handfuls of fried fish with one hand while the other shoveled cake before shoving the food into his mouth. He turned to Harry and Hermione, and with bits of fried fish and chocolate cake tumbling out of his opening and closing maw, uttered; "Murf tea gukz!"
"He said 'thank you,'" translated Luna happily. "And he accepts your apology."
Happy that Ron was pleased while being simultaneously disgusted by the red head's eating habits, Harry and Hermione left the room silently.
"I'm glad he's not upset anymore,"Hermione said with a smile as she and Harry made their way back to their room.
"Yeah," agreed Harry. Abruptly changing the subject to less Ron-filled issues, Harry broached a suggestion that Hermione had given the night before. "So, you're curious about anal sex, huh?"
Looking at him wryly, Hermione teased "Oh, so you did hear me say that last night. I thought you were in too much shock to have comprehended."
"Of course I did," he returned as the couple turned another corner. "When a bloke's witch says she wants to experiment, he listens. Even if I was under the effects of the Draught of the Living Death, I would've heard you."
Hermione snorted a soft chuckle. "We will have to take it slow. You can't just go barging in."
"I didn't take it slow last night and you seemed to like it," he pointed out.
"That wasn't the real thing, now was it?" the brunette countered. "It was just the sensation of it. We have to work up to the real act."
"Gotcha," he whispered. "Go slow."
The young wizard was doing aterrible job of concealing his excitement. Any new way to pleasure his lover was a welcomed adventure. But skipping down the hall is not a proper thing for a seventeen year old wizard to do.
"Oi, you two," the ever-gruff voice of Argus Filch, the school's caretaker called out to Harry and Hermione. "The Headmistress wants to see you."
"Do you know what for?" asked Hermione politely.
"I don't know that, do I?" the bitter old man shot back. "If I did, Iwould've said the Headmistress wants to talk to you about the weather. But I didn't, so you should've known I know nothing."
The grumpy old man hobbled away grumbling, "Snot nosed kids always asking stupid questions. If it were up to me I'd have them all whipped."
"Let's get this over with," Harry said disgustedly. He and Hermione were about to be intimate in a new way and this meeting with McGonagall was delaying it. The two made their way to the Headmistress' office while Harry muttered on and on about "lousy effing timing."
"Good evening, Professor," Hermione politely greeted the older witch after walking into her office.
"Hi," was all that Harry was able to say. He dared not attempt anything further because something along the lines of "MAKE THIS QUICK, DAMN IT! THERE'S SEX TO BE HAD!" might slip out.
"Thank you for coming," McGonagall returned. There was a serious edge to her voice... well, more serious than the normal serious edge to her voice. "Please sit down."
"What's the matter, Professor?"Hermione asked picking up on the Headmistress' more serious tone.
"Minister Pippin called today and informed me that a student is going to return to Hogwarts," McGonagall said cryptically.
"You're kidding, right?" Harry half pleaded.
"Who's returning?" asked Hermione.
"If it was any other student returning, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have called us up here," Harry explained. "It's Malfoy."
"You're kidding, right?" echoed Hermione.
"The Minister was quite insistent,"McGonagall said with a hint of a frown. "Mr. Malfoy is still under protective custody and the Ministry has decided that Hogwarts is the safest place for him. And that it would behoove him to continue his education at the same time."
"Professor, I don't have to remind you that Malfoy led a group of murderers into the castle last year, and because of his actions, Dumbledore was killed," argued Harry.
Before McGonagall could reply, the magical portrait of Professor Dumbledore spoke up; "Everyone deserves a second chance, Harry."
"Oh, I can see it now, sir: our kids will go to Hogwarts together and be best of friends," Harry said bitterly. "Malfoy's nothing more than a slimy bigot. He cheered when Slytherin's Monster was petrifying Muggle-borns in our second year. In our fourth, he crowed over Cedric's murder. And when Umbrigde was Headmistress, he abused and tormented his fellow students. Hell, he was happy over the notion of watching the toad woman torture me. Then, last year, he opened a doorway that allows a bunch of Death Eaters into the castle, several people are attacked and you got murdered."
"Ah, but didn't Mr. Malfoy redeem himself when he turned in several Death Eaters a few months back?" the painting asked insightfully.
"One right doesn't necessarily correct a wrong, sir," Hermione offered. "Especially when the wrongs outweigh the right."
"The Minister told me that Draco was a changed man," McGonagall stated. "And she reiterated 'in several ways' for some reason. They tell me that his nastier charms have all but vanished and now he's a law abiding wizard."
"Professor, you can't let-" began Harry.
"I plan on speaking with Mr. Malfoy and his mother before I even consider letting him return," McGonagall interrupted the young wizard. "After Ispeak with them, I will discus the matter further with you two as well as the staff. I called you here today to inform you of this."
After a moment where Harry grumbled and glowered at no one in particular, Hermione took his hand and said; "Thank you Headmistress. We appreciate that you've included us in this decision."
Harry muttered a goodbye and let his girlfriend lead him out of the office.
As they walked back to their room, Harry continued to grumble angrily.
"Bloody Malfoy. Should be chucked in Azkaban, not let back into Hogwarts."
For nearly fifteen minutes, this was all that Harry did. His face had turned such a fiery red, that Hermione had grown concerned. Obviously, the brunette witch came to the conclusion that she needed to get Harry's mind off of the upsetting subject.
"Harry, do you remember what we were discussing before we went to the Headmistress' office?" she asked.
"No," he mumbled. "Damn Malfoy."
"We were talking about anal sex."
It was like a bolt of lightning had come from the heavens and struck Harry, completely burned his worries concerning Draco Malfoy away. He snatched Hermione's hand and announced "Let's go!" before running down the hall.
The couple rounded a corner and slowed as they passed a group of sixth year boys. The younger students were involved in their conversation. Harry and Hermione slowed their pace because neither of them wanted to draw attention to themselves by bolting past.
As Harry and Hermione moved by, some of the group's conversation was overheard.
"She swallows?" one whispered in near awe.
"Yeah, I guess that's why they call her 'Head Girl.'" another said with mirth.
"Did you see the one where she dressed up like a Muggle school girl?" another asked. "Pig-tails an' all."
"Isn't that the one where he cums on her titties at the end?"
Hermione looked as if she was about to vomit. She had turned as white as asheet and her eyes were wide with fear and shock. Worried that she was about to collapse, Harry wound his arm around her midsection and supported her. As quickly and as quietly as he could, Harry half-carried half-led Hermione away from the group.
"They've seen more?" she breathed out once they were far enough away. "More than just the one Ron and Luna had?"
"Oh, that's why one of the kids Ioverheard last night said Pensieves and not Pensieve," pondered Harry. "They were talking about more than one."
"How the hell can there be more than one?" demanded Hermione frantically.
Harry opened the door to their chamber and said the only thing that made sense. "Somebody must be spying on us and they're handing out Pensieve Memories for some reason."
With her hands trembling, Hermione gripped the front of Harry's robes and began to cry. "Someone's watching us? And they're handing out Pensieves of it? Oh, that's horrible."
Harry held her close, trying, in vain, to comfort her. It was a dreadful situation; apparently, a number of the times they had been intimate together have now been seen by a large number of the student body. Harry himself was concerned over the situation, but not nearly at Hermione's level. The poor witch looked as if she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"We can't have sex until we find out who's doing this," Hermione announced between hiccups. "None at all."
Now Harry's level of concern exceeded Hermione's. The brunette witch had just been eager to be buggered. But now because of this revelation, she was abstaining from any sex... including anal! This damn pervert was halting Harry's love life. And Harry swore to himself that he'd make the pervert suffer!
Pulling away from Hermione, Harry moved to his trunk.
"What are you doing, Harry?" asked Hermione as he rifled through the contents of his trunk.
"Finding myself a pervert," he answered and pulled up the Marauders' Map. He tapped his wand to the old parchment and incanted, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
He turned to Hermione and said "You'd better stay here," before walking out of the room. Quickly he scanned the map until he found his target.
The dot labeled "Dennis Creevey"showed that the younger boy was in his dorm room in the Gryffindor Tower. The dot was also hovering over a dot labeled Padma Patil. Harry dashed to the tower with every intention of questioning the younger wizard as to where he had gotten the Pensieve from. When he reached the Fat Lady, he quickly checked the Marauders' Map to find the password, which he gave and ran up the stairs, pushing pass the students in the Common Room.
The door to Dennis' dorm had a neck tie hanging from the doorknob which is the universal sign for "Two people having sex inside. Piss off!" That, or if the wizard didn't have a witch, it meant "Some bloke is masturbating in here. You don't want to see that, so move along." Harry was about to ignore the "neck-tie warning" and barge in when a pair of third year boys stumbled out of the dorm opposite Dennis' door.
"Damn it, it's just our luck," a sandy haired boy complained, not noticing Harry. "Effingpest - taking our turn."
"Yeah, we finally get a chance to see Granger and Pot... err, shit" it was at this point the other boy noticed Harry. "Hi, Harry," he squeaked nervously.
"Oh, bollocks," the first cursed. It was clear that the boys thought Harry was about to hex the both of them.
Harry pushed passed the boys and made his way to the third years' room. Obviously, the boys were talking about watching one of those damned Pensieve Memories. The raven haired wizard realized that he didn't need to ask Dennis where he had gotten the Pensieve from, not when Harry could enter the magical memory and find out himself. As he opened the door to the disgruntled boys' room, Harry mentally reviewed his impromptu plan; he would push whoever was watching the Pensieve out of his way, then enter the magical memory and explore it. Harry figured he'd have no problem viewing a memory; he already had loads of experience with both Dumbledore's and Snape's Pensieves.
But Harry forgot all about his plan the moment he saw the person leaning over the Pensievebasin.
"My, she's a flexible minx," the figure commented, the voice dripping with lust. "That's my boy, Harry; give her arse a good swat."
"I should've known," Harry growled. The pervert, the unseen letch who had spied on Harry and Hermione, was standing right in front of Harry with his nose in the Pensieve, watching it.
With righteous fury flowing through his veins, Harry whipped out his wand and sent a Blasting Hex at the stone basin. The bowl shattered into a million pieces causing the silvery liquid of the Pensieve Memory to be splattered on the wall.
As the figure stood and faced Harry, the bespectacled wizard threatened, "You're lucky I can't perform the Cruciatus Curse properly or else you'd be screaming in pain right about now, Gryffindor!" |
Title: 27Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Seven: 2, 3, 4, give me more.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Harry and Hermione make up for lost time.
"I happen to have been enjoying that," the ghost of Gryffindor said with annoyance as he pointed to the bulge in his trousers. He continued angrily; "Interrupting me like that was an incredibly rude thing to do. If my balls weren't transparent, they'd be turning blue right now!"
"Do you think Icare, you nasty piece of filth?" Harry snapped. Harry wished, truly wished, that he could harm the annoying ghost at that moment. He wanted to show Gryffindor even a small amount of pain that he and Hermione were suffering. That,and the spirit's antics had denied Harry anal sex. That was just low.
"We're the laughing stock of the school," Harry shouted. He made sure not to mention that Hermione wasn't going to have sex until after this predicament was over; Harry knew that Gryffindor would revel in such information... particularly if it was about buggery.
"Trust me, boy, they're not laughing," the spirit said with a depraved smile. "They're having sex or wankingoff - which is what I was about to do before you ruined the moment - but they're definitely not laughing."
"What did Ideserve to have you, a lecherous pervert, invade my life?" Harry asked rhetorically. "Not only did you spy on me and Hermione, but you passed around Pensieves from those invasions of privacy. Now, everybody in the castle has seen us together!"
"All right, boy, let me say this;" the ghost said gravely. "Yes, I did spy on you and your bird. You two are rather entertaining after all. In particular, that bit I was just watching there," he said, gesturing to the silver liquid dripping down the wall. "Having her hook her legs behind her shoulders and then taking her while facing away, pure genius.
"But, and I cannot state this clearly enough, I. Can. Not. Make. A. Pensieve. Memory," he said firmly.
"What?" Harry demanded.
"Think about it boy. If I could make Pensieves, wouldn't I have shown you some of my more impressive exploits? Like the time I took a plump witch while standing on my head. Or when I sung 'O, Britannia' when switching between twins. Now that one was one of the higher points of my life and afterlife," the ghost explained. "Besides, one needs a corporeal mind to extract Pensieve Memories. Sure, unlike a normal ghost, I have the fairly unique ability to affect the living, but my current status explicitly means that I no longer have a physical brain."
Pondering over this statement, Harry realized that Gryffindor was telling the truth. Not so much in regards to the"corporeal mind" thing, but the ghost would've definitely done his best to scar Harry by showing him Pensieves of odd and perverted sex acts.
"Then... then who made those memories?" asked Harry desperately.
"Well, you could have watched the Pensieve and found out, couldn't you? Walked around inside the memory and found the perpetrator," the ghost speculated. "But that won't work, will it? No, because you blew the damn thing to bits. Of course, if you hadn't, you still would've had to wait your turn, because I was enjoying myself!"
"Oh, I'm sorry you couldn't enjoy my suffering," Harry snapped bitterly.
"Your suffering?" the ghost asked with asnide grin. "Aren't you overreacting a bit, you melodramatic ninny?"
"Nearly everyone in this school has seen me and Hermione having sex!" the young wizard shot back.
"So what?" returned Gryffindor. "I would be proud if I were you."
"But you're not me. I'm not a pervert."
"I'm not talking about the joys of sharing -which is loads of fun; especially'trains.' That's where once one bloke is done with a bird, you plow in; getting his stuff and hers on your junk. It's all hot, wet, and sticky," the spirit rambled. "I'm talking about making people happy."
Harry was about to protest, but the ghost forged ahead.
"Sure everybody's seen that funny face you make when you cum; where your left eye bulges and your right's all squeezed shut while your mouth is open like a wide-mouthed troll. And most everyone has renamed your bird 'April Showers' behind your backs 'cause she's a bit of a gusher as you well know. But you've missed the important thing here. You've made your peers truly happy," the ghost said with a surprising amount of sincerity - in regards to the bit about being happy that is, the letch was smiling like the kneazle who ate thesnidget when he had said the word "gusher." "I've been coming - and cuming - to this school for centuries; it's a good place for an old voyeur like me to get his jollies. And I can say with certainty; I have never seen the students as happy as they are at this moment and it's all thanks to you."
"You're telling me that everyone is perverted and they like to watch?" Harry asked bitingly. The thought of everyone wanking to the image of him and Hermione made his stomach turn.
"Harry, there's a war going on," Gryffindor said with a gentle smile. "People are dieing. And by all rights, these kids should be frightened. But they're not. They're running down the halls laughing and being happy. And you showed them the way."
"I think you're the one overreacting now,"Harry retorted.
"Am I? Harry, you and your wonderfully nimble witch have shown everybody that they should live their lives despite the war," the spirit explained. "You two are in love and living your lives. Almost in spite of the tragedies around you. And through these Pensieves, you've told everyone to do the same, in effect.
"Also, you've help knock down the silly House rivalries," the ghost continued. "There is a lot more interaction, both socially and scholastically, between the Houses now.
Harry thought over this for a moment. Had the Pensieves really done so much? Did everyone have hope because of him and Hermione? And he was also shocked and impressed by Gryffindor's insight. From this conversation, Harry started to respect the ghost for his compassion and insight. Then Gryffindor dashed that respect to pieces with his next statement.
"For example; there's this sixth year Slytherin, a blonde with gorgeous melons, and she's dating blokes from other Houses. A year ago, she would've been ostracized for even talking to someone outside of Slytherin. That Slytherin witch is simply wonderful. After she watched one of your Pensieves, she took a sixth year Ravenclaw in her mouth, a fourth year Gryffindor in her bum, and two fifth year Hufflepuffs in her cunny... at the same time!" the spirit said with reverence. "Heavens, Harry my boy, you should've been there!"
Harry tried to fight the unconscious need to picture what Gryffindor had described. The thought of that many penises relative to the number of available entrances was somewhat disconcerting to the young wizard.
"It was glorious, two wizards, dueling one another with the wands their parents gave them in the same tight cave. It was epic," the ghost said in awe. "She was covered in man juice at the end.
"Oh, look at that!" Gryffindor said, pointing at the bulge in his trousers. "Look who's back. Maybe Ican find that Slytherin witch again and catch another show."
The ghost waved at Harry before turning and trotting out of the room, humming happily to himself.
Harry eyed the silvery liquid as it dripped down the wall. He didn't know if Gryffindor was right about his theory about the Pensieves making everyone happy, but the perverted ghost was certainly right about one thing. Harry could've entered the memory and found who was recording his and Hermione's intimate moments.
The young wizard was drawn out of his thoughts when Gryffindor stuck his head back into the room.
"Oh, and if you do find out who's been spying on you, tell me," the ghost requested. "He's a fellow perverted pilgrim and I'd like to shake his hand. Perhaps he and I can share stories... or even hand-jobs."
~*~
To say that Hermione was worried about the still-unknown pervert spying on them was an understatement. When Harry had returned to his room, he found his girlfriend wearing a high-neck sweater, a pair of slacks and an ankle length skirt (at the same time), as well as two robes, one over the other. It was clear that the witch was worried to show even an inch of skin in fear that their unseen pervert would distribute the image all over the school. Harry, too, was just as frightened. The idea of anyone watching him and Hermione set him on edge.
Needless to say, this put a damper on Harry's love life. The couple was afraid to do anything besides kiss lightly - and even then, they looked around to make sure no one was watching. Neither one daring to do more with each other in fear of the act being shown to their peers through Pensieve Memories.
Harry's resolve lasted for two full days before 'Harry, Jr.' began to protest. No one could blame the member, just a few days before it had been promised an exciting new adventure with Hermione, in her dirty place no less, only to have the offer cruelly rescinded. While in the shower, 'Harry, Jr.' would gaze up at its friend with a pleading look in its eye, begging him to have a romp with Hermione. But Harry fought the urge, he needed to root out the voyeuristic pervert and make him or her stop before he could be intimate with Hermione again. 'Harry, Jr.' didn't give a damn about any pervert; all the organ cared about was going into Hermione - any entrance would do at that desperate point - and dropping off a sticky package or two.
Added to Harry's discomfort, every time he walked by a closed door, whether a broom cupboard or classroom, he could hear moans of passion emanating from the room. Apparently, the Pensieves had become incredibly popular to the point that it seemed that every student in the school was having sex... except for him. On two separate occasions, Harry heard "Maximus Intellegentia!" being shouted, meaning that his peers were performing the Wit Enhancing ritual. 'Well, at least they're learning something useful,' he thought to himself.
On the third day after the confrontation with Gryffindor, a very sickening discovery was revealed to Harry. A very happy and bright, nay, downright joyous and radiant Professor Sprout bounded up to Harry. Smiling broadly, the plump professor said, "I know this is inappropriate for me to do, Mr. Potter, but I must thank you. Horace and I have found your instructional Pensieves to be," at this point, the elder witch's eyes began to twinkle wildly like sparkles, "well, rather exciting. It took a bit of effort, but Horace and I were able to perform the Wit Enhancing ritual."
Suddenly, Harry felt very queasy. The mental image of Professor Sprout contorting herself into a twisted pretzel was unappealing, but on an infinitely worse scale, was the image of Professor Slughorn naked, much less shagging. In his mind's eye, Harry saw the corpulent man, naked and sweating, thrusting away. The fat man's face was a bright puce and his eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy. His fat was rippling in waves like the sea during a storm, sending his sweat showering all around.
"One hundred points to... no wait," Sprout chirped. "One thousand points to Gryffindor!" she said with a flourish, and skipped away.
~*~
Ron and Luna joined in Harry and Hermione's quest to find the pervert. But unlike Harry and Hermione, who were subtle in their inquires of their fellow students (asking simple, open questions such as "Have you seen anything interesting lately?"), Ron would walk up to someone and demand, "Have you seen my best mates go down on each other?" To which Ron got several different unhelpful responses, including "Not yet" and "Are you offering to let me watch?" Unfortunately, one time Ron had asked his question after leaving Dean and Seamus. The younger student being questioned "Have you seen my best mates go down on each other?" assumed that the red head had been referring to Dean and Seamus, leading to an embarrassing rumor about the two wizards.
Over the course of the next several days, Harry and Hermione were able to discern that their peers didn't know who was giving them the Pensieves. They would wake up to find the Pensieve waiting for them on their bedside table. Or find the memories already set-up upon walking into a previously empty room. Also, during this investigation, Harry and Hermione were proposed to several times, asked to sign over a dozen autographs, and offered to watch a number of couples have sex so that they could give helpful pointers. Several witches and wizards actually began to strip in front of Harry and Hermione while suggesting an impromptu session of group sex.
~*~
One afternoon, Harry's thoughts were drawn away from his worries about the Pensieves floating around and, to him, the more important building pressure in his loins caused from lack of intimacy, when he heard a student announcing to one of their friends:
"Draco Malfoy and his mum are in the castle!"
Knowing that Malfoy and his mother were meeting with Professor McGonagall in regards to being allowed to return to Hogwarts, Harry made his way to the Headmistress'office. He waited patiently in the hall in a dark alcove a few feet from the hidden entrance. A few minutes later, McGonagall and the two Malfoys exited the office. From his hiding place, Harry watched.
Narcissa Malfoy looked like a wreck. The witch had heavy dark rings surrounding her eyes and her once neatly quaffed blonde hair was now dirty and unkempt; sticking up at odd angles all over her head. A very noticeable facial tick had developed, it caused her to squeeze one eye shut and scrunch up her face every few seconds. Worst of all to the outside observer was the enormous lump on her leg. The growth, hidden by Mrs. Malfoy's robes, trembled and made squeaking sounds. Harry fought the smile that was threatening to crack his face; Kreatcher was still doing his job. Harry had commanded the foul little elf to continuously molest Mrs. Malfoy's leg and obviously it had wreaked havoc upon the pompous witch.
Draco, as opposed to his mother, looked very happy, jolly even. He had a full smile and a glow to his cheeks. Harry had never seen Draco with this expression before. Previously, when Malfoy smiled, it was always malicious or cruel; but this smile was genuine and kind. The young wizard's attire was different as well. Instead of his normal outfit of black, silver and dark green, Draco was wearing a bright lime green cravat, periwinkle blue robes, and brilliant pink creepers. The blond wizard's hat was flamboyant yellow with sparkling red stars.
"Thank you for your..." Mrs. Malfoy began to say to McGonagall but the unseen House Elf attached to her leg let out a loud groan accompanying asquirting sound. Mrs. Malfoy shivered violently and let out a bark like sob before composing herself. "Thank you for your time, Headmistress."
With that, Mrs. Malfoy, with a slight limp, led her son away. Draco followed his mother with a noticeable prance to his step.
Once they were out of sight, Harry moved up to McGonagall.
"How'd it go, Professor?" he asked.
With a chuckle in her voice, the old witch replied, "Oh, Mr. Malfoy will be returning next Monday."
"But I thought that you were going to discus this with the staff, me, and Hermione?"
"Mr. Malfoy proved to me beyond any doubt that he's changed," McGonagall said with a heavy dosage of mirth to her voice. "Changed in several ways, I might add."
"But, Professor, Istill think he's a threat," he protested.
"Changed man, Potter," the Headmistress reasserted. "In several ways."
The witch had put an odd emphasis on the phrase "in several ways" and gave Harry one of her disturbing saucy winks. As Harry shivered in discomfort, McGonagall turned and walked back into her office. Once the Gargoyle moved back to cover the stairwell, Harry heard McGonagall's riotous laughter through the stone.
Harry was upset, to say the least. Not only was he denying himself sex, but now he'd have to deal with that evil git Malfoy returning to school. He had looked forward to the meeting that McGonagall had promised. He was planning on arguing why Draco shouldn't be allowed to return. But now, McGonagall nixed the meeting and had given Malfoy the go ahead to come back. Harry grumbled under his breath all the way back to his chambers.
"McGonagall's letting Malfoy come back," he informed Hermione who was still wearing multiple layers of clothing.
"Big whoop," she said moodily, her heavily clothed arms folded across her chest.
"How can you dismiss this, Hermione?" he demanded. "McGonagall is letting a marked Death Eater, who at the very least participated in the attack against Hogwarts and in the murder of Dumbledore."
"Because I'm randy as hell," she shot back hotly. "I need to be shagged rotten and we can't do it because some pervert is watching us!"
Harry slumped his shoulders. He, too, was desperate; there was nothing he wanted more than to feel Hermione. The thought of making Hermione moan caused his organ to twitch.
"I'm just sorry Iblew up that Pensieve," he admitted, wishing that he could satisfy himself. "When I saw Gryffindor watching it, I was positive he was the one."
"In a way, it made sense," Hermione offered. "Despite the fact he doesn't have a corporeal brain to extract memories from, Gryffindor can turn invisible. And obviously, the person watching can turn invisible, otherwise we would've seen them."
Harry nodded his head. The person spying on them was either very good at casting a Disillusionment Charm or had an Invisibility Cloak.
Just then, as if by some Divine Intervention, some movement caught Harry's eye. He watched as Dobby the House Elf trot around in the shadows, tidying up the place. He found it odd how the tiny creature could be so inconspicuous that he was barely seen. Then, Harry remembered a peculiar incident from a few weeks previously; he had peered into Dobby's cupboard and seen shelves upon shelves of glass vials each filled with silvery liquid.
"Dobby, could you come here, please?" Harry asked, his voice even and patient unlike his demeanor which was beginning to become angry.
"Yes, Harry Potter sir," the elf squeaked happily as he walked out of the shadows.
"Have you been watching us?" the wizard asked.
"Of course, Dobby be a good House Elf and good House Elves always be watching so'sthat we's can be assisting whenever we's can," Dobby explained. "If you's needs laundry, Dobby be ready. If you's need food, Dobby be ready."
"What are you getting at Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry knew that if Hermione had known about the glass vials in Dobby's room, she wouldn't have asked.
"Now Dobby, Iforbid you from punishing yourself, but have you been watching Hermione and Imake love?" clarified Harry.
The elf's ears flattened against his head and he fidgeted, as if wanting to rush to the wall, to bash his head against it. With a tiny and meek voice, Dobby answered, "Yes."
Hermione shot up and stared with wide eyes at the House Elf.
"Did you pass around Pensieve Memories to the other students?" asked Harry calmly.
Again, Dobby trembled and squeaked "Yes."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Because Dobby is a bad House Elf," Dobby said mournfully. "Harry Potter Sir and The Great One are more betterthan Dobby's last Masters in every way; you's are kind and wonderful, but you's are also pretty and have fun romps. Former Master and Mistress would just have angry romps. Mistress would always say that Master would only care about himself cumming, that's why Dobby had to finish her off.
"But Harry Potter Sir and The Great One love each other and it was wonderful to watch. Unlike former Master, Harry always makes sure The Great One has fun too," the elf admitted. "It was so wonderful that Dobby began making Pensievesso that Dobby could watch the beautiful fun romps whenever Dobby wanted to."
Harry and Hermione shared a look. Dobby had spied on them not only out of perversion, but innocence as well. The couple had been offended that their privacy had been invaded, but Dobby had done so for some odd sweetness.
"But why did you pass the Pensieves around?" asked Harry.
"Dobby saw how Harry Potter sir's and The Great One's Pensieve about licking the bald feline had helped Weezy and Weezy'sbig boobied missus and Dobby be thinking that alls the students in the castle could use help," the tiny creature explained. "Weezy and Weezy's big boodied missus were so happy that Dobby thought the other students should be happy as well. Dobby thought that since Harry Potter sir is such a great wizard and that Harry Potter sir has a saving people thing that Harry Potter would want to help as many people as he could."
"So in order to help as many people as you could, you began to deliver them to everyone?"Hermione asked nervously.
"Yes, Oh Great One," Dobby replied. "And it do be helping people. Just look at Colin Creevy's not gay brother; he is now with the pretty twin from Ravenclaw. And hairy former roommate of Harry Potter sir is with blonde tramp and pretty twin from Gryffindor at the same time. It do be helping everybody!
"But Dobby knows that Harry Potter sir and The Great One do be humble, which makes them even more greater, so Dobby be delivering the Pensieves in secret."
Harry and Hermione shared a look. They both knew that Dobby had no real clue about the damage he had caused. Clearly, Dobby knew he was in trouble for some reason judging by Harry and Hermione's mood, but the creature had no understanding as to why. To him, he had done a great deed in Harry and Hermione's names by sharing the Pensieves with everyone. And if Harry or Hermione tried to explain that Dobby had done something bad, the elf would surely punish himself in a terrible manner. There was a good chance that Dobby would hurt himself irrevocably. If Dobby had shared the Pensieves knowing what they would do to Harry and Hermione's reputation, then the couple would not have been overtly distraught over the notion over punishment. But since Dobby had done it out of innocent naivete, any sort of self-punishment would be harsh. So, Harry took time to carefully consider what he would say to Dobby so that the elf would not harm himself.
"Um, Dobby, that was a very nice thing," Harry said slowly. "But from now on, Hermione and I would like our time together to be private. That means you can't pass the Pensieves that you made around anymore. And you can't watch us be intimate together."
"Yes, Harry Potter sir," the elf squeaked. "But Harry Potter sir, can Dobby be watching the Pensieve Dobby already made if Dobby can't be watching Harry Potter sir and The Great One do naughty things?"
"Um, Hermione?" Harry asked and turned to his girlfriend. The young man was quite surprised to see that Hermione wasn't looking at Dobby but at Harry himself. Her eyes were dark with lust and she was biting her lip. Knowing that look meant that their forced time of "no sex" was about to end within seconds, Harry said dismissively to Dobby, "Sure, knock yourself out. Watch them as many times as you like."
Dobby trotted to his little room and the instant the cupboard door closed, Hermione pounced on Harry. There was no kissing, no caressing or any foreplay to speak of. The only clothing that was removed was Hermione's slacks - and they weren't even removed completely, the garment dangled from one of her ankles. Harry was still wearing his robes, pullover, slacks, socks and shoes whereas Hermione was wearing two sets of robes, a blouse, skirt, and loafers. Harry's zipper was opened and Hermione's knickers were pushed to the side to reveal her flower a scant moment before Harry plunged into her.
If someone had been watching - which luckily this time, no one was - they would have assumed that Hermione and Harry were in a fight to the death. And that the witch was winning the battle. She had the wizard pinned under her and was thrusting her hips forcibly onto his lap. Loud smacks and grunts echoed off the walls. Evidentially, Hermione rather liked this action because she climaxed a few minutes after starting.
"Oh, fuck, Iforgot something," Hermione groaned as she continuously pounded herself on Harry. While thrusting up and down rapidly, the witch fumbled through the pockets of her outer robe. "Don't cum yet," she ordered and began to search blindly through her inner robe's pockets.
"Hurry up," Harry pleaded. His body was begging for release and he was about to lose control any second.
Finally, Hermione retrieved her wand. She tapped it against her lower belly and incanted "Inaedifico." After she had properly cast the Anti-Conception Charm, Hermione said "You can cum now."
"It's not a command sort of thing, really," Harry groaned out. "I can't just will myself to cum."
"I meant it's all right to cum now," she clarified breathily and Harry grunted as if one cue. Hermione's face lit up.
"That was fun,"she purred.
"Round two," Harry said and rolled over, dragging Hermione to the floor so that he was now on top. Instantly, he began thrusting into her,
"OH -that's - OH - my - WOW - virile - RIGHT THERE - man!" Hermione cheered.
"I haven't had sex in days," he grunted like a wild animal. "I figure I have at least another round or two in me."
Harry tugged and pulled at Hermione's robes and top. After a few moments, he finally tore open her blouse only to reveal "TWO BRAS!"
"I'm sorry - UH - I was - OH - worried about the pervert," Hermione explained between thrusts.
"Damn it," hissed Harry as he tugged at the lacy bra that covered the cotton one. "I want to give 'Natasha' a kiss."
"'Natasha'? Wait, did - HOMMINA - you name my titties?" she asked throatily while Harry fumbled with her unmentionables.
"Your nipples, actually," he admitted without shame. "This one," he said, indicating her other breast, "is 'Carmella'."
"Did - OH - you - MAMA - name my muff?" she asked as Harry finally freed 'Natasha' from its lace and cotton prison.
Realizing that he only referred to her vagina by its technical name or 'flower,' Harry answered with a simple "No," while suckling on Hermione's boob.
"UH - name - OH SHAG ME SILLY- my - SO FUCKING NICE - muff - NOW!"
After commenting internally to himself at how very vocal his girlfriend was, Harry pondered over her request. Should he give it another feminine name? Then he remembered that the House Elves called it 'The Bald Feline'in worship. And Harry rather liked going down on aforementioned body part. So, he combined his love of eating Hermione out and 'The Bald Feline' and came up with the perfect name "Miss Nibbles."
Hermione seemed to appreciate the new name for she called out in a significantly loud voice; "POUND 'MISS NIBBLES' WITH YOUR COCK!"
"Please, if you call it 'Miss Nibbles' I must insist you call my 'cock' 'Harry, Jr.',"corrected Harry.
"POUND 'MISS NIBBLES' WITH 'HARRY, JR.'!" rectified Hermione. It was, after all, the proper phrasing for the situation.
A short while later, Hermione cried out her ubiquitous "OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!" and Harry congratulated himself on his prowess a second before he himself came. Having played twice in a row, 'Harry, Jr.' was beginning to fall asleep. As his organ softened, Hermione looked up at Harry with a mad twinkle in her eyes and said, "If you're up for another go, you can bugger me."
With the word"bugger" 'Harry, Jr.' sprang to life- quite literally; it rose so quickly that it jerked inside Hermione.
"Oooh, I'll take that to mean that you're ready," she said coyly. Gingerly, Hermione removed herself from Harry and began to undress. "I've done some research on anal sex," she began.
"Of course you have," Harry joked, knowing that Hermione never did anything without proper research.
She spent the next few minutes explaining what they had to do. Harry nodded his head at each point: cleaning, lubricating, and stretching. 'Harry, Jr.' too nodded its head at each point. Now that the plan was set, Hermione moved herself so that she was on her hands and knees. Harry used his wand to cleanse her entrance (to which Hermione gave out a surprised yelp) and conjured some clear lubricant. Next, he coated his forefinger and Hermione'shole with the lubricant, spreading the slippery liquid while gently stretching her open. Then Harry slid in a second finger. That was when Hermione began to rock back and forth. Harry watched in wide-eyed fascination as Hermione writhed and groaned in pleasure.
"And just think, you told me once that we'd never do this," he commented.
"I was such afool," she groaned out. "Now keep stretching me out, I want you inside me."
Two or three minutes later, Harry felt it was ready to move on to the real deal. Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry pushed into her tight hole. He closed his eyes and marveled in the sensation of her heat and tightness. Inch by inch, he forced himself in. Finally, when he was completely inside of her, Harry opened his eyes.
Hermione's skin was a florescent red and she was trembling all over. Harry could tell that she was also holding her breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked; ready to pull out if she said she wasn't.
"Oh - FUCK YES!!"she screamed out.
"Don't forget to breathe," he commanded, relieved that not only was his girlfriend all right, but that he could continue to bugger her.
"Call me a dirty slut who likes to be bum-shagged," she commanded in response.
"Okay, just don't forget to breathe, you dirty slut who likes to be bum-shagged."
To say that Hermione enjoyed the activity would be a dreadful understatement. She cried out "Sweet baby Maeve!" twice in aloud voice; pronouncing each syllable clearly. The third time was a little less coherent and sounded something like"Seat Maybe Pave." The fourth was just nonsense and syllables strung together. Harry assumed that she was drooling profusely at that point. He couldn't confirm this because Hermione, obviously, was facing away from him. At first, he believed that it wouldn't be polite to ask her if he was shagging her so well that she was drooling - one didn't ask a woman such things. Then, he realized that he had his willy jabbed into her bum and therefore politeness was moot; so he asked.
"Is my dirty slut who likes to be bum-shagged drooling?"
The only response Harry got was a noise akin to someone blowing spit bubbles and happy moans. The last thought Harry had before his own ecstasy claimed him was 'Damn, I'm good.'
~*~
It took Hermione two whole days to stop walking with a limp. The silly smile plastered on her face didn't wane for three. On the fourth day, as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall, Ron bemoaned the fact that his nemesis, Draco Malfoy, would be returning in just three days.
"This bloody sucks," he cursed and speared a kipper angrily.
"Harry told me that McGonagall reassured him that Malfoy's changed," Hermione said. It was clear that she barely believed the words herself.
Harry recalled that McGonagall took a great deal of amusement over the notion that Draco had changed. Remembering the Headmistress'saucy wink, Harry shivered in fear of what she had meant by that statement.
The morning post and Daily Prophets were carried into the Great Hall. As she read one of her text books, Hermione absentmindedly paid the owl that had dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet at her plate.
"Hey Harry, Hermione, my Mum and Dad have invited you two to the Burrow for Christmas,"announced Ron.
"Um, well, I was thinking about spending it with my parents this year," Hermione replied. "It seems like I never spend any time with them ever."
Hoping to avoid being invited to going with Hermione to her parents, Harry pointed at the folded Daily Prophet and asked "Are you going to read that?"
"No, not just yet," she replied. "You can have it."
After snatching the paper and unfolding it, Harry smiled, happy that he had avoided an invitation. But the moment he read the headline, Harry's heart sank.
"Death Eaters Attack St. Mungo's
A team of seven masked Death Eaters raided and sacked the wizarding hospital St. Mungo's late last night. No one was severally injured during the attack, but the minions of He Who Must Not Be Named made off with a large supply of healing potions from the hospital's storage.
An anonymous informant from the Ministry has speculated off record that YouKnow Who and his followers may have stolen the potions for an upcoming large scale battle."
"Something has to be done," Harry said morosely.
"What is it?" the brunette witch asked, fearing the worst.
Harry handed her the paper. She read it quickly, her face a mask of dread. But for some indiscernible reason, her appearance suddenly brightened. She smiled knowingly at Harry and said "Oh, something will be done. Don't worry, Harry."
"What do you have planned?" he asked.
"You'll see," she answered cryptically. "It will all depend on the outcome of an errand I'll have to run during lunch. But if everything works out, 'something will be done,' trust me."
Hermione refused to elaborate on her plan. Later, as the couple was making their way to the Great Hall for lunch after morning lessons, Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek and said, "I'm off to run that errand."
"You want me to come with you?" he asked. "I can help."
"No, I think it will be better if I go alone," she said and waved her hand. "See you in a bit."
Without another word Hermione dashed down the corridor heading for the castle's door. Curious about what his girlfriend was up to, Harry continued on to the Great Hall. He was quite surprised when he entered the Great Hall. There, sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Luna, was Hermione. Furrowing his brow in confusion, Harry sat next to his girlfriend and asked, "Weren't you supposed to run some secret errand?"
"I've done it and come back already," she informed him.
"How could you have? I just left you about a minute ago."
"That can't be, Harry," Luna said in a detached way while she scooped some of her food from her plate to Ron's thereby saving her husband from having to nick food from her plate. "Ronald and I got here early and Hermione was waiting for us. And we've been here now for at least five minutes."
Harry looked at Hermione in bewilderment. In response, the brunette witch smiled and winked at him. "You'll understand tonight," she said coyly.
Harry couldn't focus on his afternoon lessons. His mind kept wandering to what errand Hermione had done and how it would help retaliate against Voldemort. As if to irritate Harry even further, Hermione refused to even acknowledge that she had even run an errand.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Harry," she had said during dinner with a naughty smile. "Ron and Luna told you I was here in the Great Hall the entire time."
That night, after supper, Harry and Hermione entered their chambers.
"Are you going to tell me what you did today?" he asked.
"Oh, you'll see,"she said with a devious smirk.
Before he could ask any further questions, Hermione trotted into the bathroom. Harry shook his head. 'That girl's aching for a spanking,' he thought to himself.
A pungent smell caught Harry's attention. He followed his nose to the spare bedroom and opened the door. He found Hermione standing over a simmering cauldron.
"Wait, how did you get in here?" he asked, deeply confused. "I just saw you enter the loo."
"Surely I had to pee," she said off-handedly and poured a pink liquid into the cauldron. "I do that from time to time."
"But I didn't see you leave the loo," he protested.
"What can I tell you, I'm quick," she replied casually. "Now leave, this is complicated and I can't have you messing it up by distracting me."
Harry walked out and closed the door. The moment the door snapped shut, he heard it lock magically. Wondering why she was being so mysterious, Harry sat on the couch and contemplated what Hermione was doing.
It had something to do with the Death Eater attack they had read about this morning. Hermione had told him that she had to run an errand but he found out that she didn't because she was waiting for him in the Great Hall. And now she was brewing some kind of potion.
A half hour later, Hermione came out of the bathroom. Harry was about to ask how she left the spare room and entered the bathroom without him seeing her, but her attire - or the lack of attire - drove that question from his mind. The witch had slowly strolled out of the loo wearing nothing but a scarlet colored scarf wound around her eyes like a blind fold.
"I happen to be the luckiest bloke in the world," Harry beamed. Joyous thoughts about how kinky Hermione was swirled through his head. Perhaps he'd bind her hands, give her a good spanking, and then make love to her. "I have such an adventurous girlfriend."
"You don't know the half of it," Hermione said but her lips didn't move. Harry blinked, confused. Not only did she not move her mouth, but the voice was coming from inside the spare bedroom.
"Did you just throw your voice?" he asked.
"I didn't say anything," Hermione said, this time her lips moved with the words. She pointed to the spare bedroom and added"She was the one who spoke."
Just then, another person walked out of the room. Harry's eyes bulged in wonder. The person looked exactly like Hermione, same hair, same jaw, same breasts, same shaved Miss Nibbles. The only difference was the second witch was wearing a green blindfold.
Blindly, the green-blindfolded Hermione walked up to the one wearing a scarlet scarf. Her hands fumbled a bit before cupping the other girl's face. Slowly, the two identical looking witches kissed. It was a soft and gentle kiss, but far from innocent.
"Wow, I'm a good kisser," scarlet scarf Hermione commented.
"Then you'll like this," the green scarf Hermione said and began kissing her doppelganger once again. But this time the witches obviously became more comfortable, their tongues came into play. Harry could see one girl's tongue slide into the other's mouth. That was enough to send Harry over the edge. The image of seeing his naked girlfriend kiss another witch who looked exactly like her (especially the naked bit) made the wizard lose control. With a primal grunt, Harry fell off the couch and came down his leg.
"What just happened?" scarlet-Hermione asked.
"He just shot his load down his trouser-leg," the green replied. "Thank goodness I made plenty of stamina and virility potions."
"Wh-what's going on?" Harry asked.
"That errand I ran today was to fetch a Time Turner. I went to the Ministry and got one. Actually, Igot it through a time paradox, but you'll see," Hermione replied. "I figured that I'll just use the Time Turner to make duplicates of myself, in a fashion."
"Not duplicates really," the green-Hermione corrected. "I just happen to be a future version of you."
"True," agreed scarlet-Hermione. "But 'duplicate' is easier to say than 'my future self,' especially since our mouths will be busy in a moment. We don't want to waste time by saying 'future self' when 'duplicate' is much more time saving."
Normally, Harry wouldn't bother to ask the reasoning behind Hermione's decision, particularly seeing that the outcome meant he just got to watch Hermione tongue-kiss herself, but curiosity got the best of him. "How? What? Why?"
"The 'Morgy Ritual,'" scarlet replied. "With the Time Turner, I can make duplicates of myself. That way we can have multiple partners and perform the ritual without asking another couple to join us."
"Yes, and Ialready drew the symbol and identified the targets as people bearing the Dark Mark," green added. "So all we have to do now is have some fun."
"Why are you wearing blindfolds?" Harry asked. He was honestly surprised that he could form coherent sentences at that moment. "Is it some sort of Paradox thing? You can't see your past self or something?"
"Well, that's one reason," scarlet answered.
"That and I, or rather we happen to be very kinky," green added.
"So... I get to have sex... with both of you... at the same time?" he asked in a near delirious state. "Manage a three-way," Harry muttered in absolute awe at the sight in front of him; two versions of Hermione, one wearing a scarlet blindfold and the other green, standing shoulder to shoulder.
"That's menage a trios, Harry," green blindfolded Hermione corrected.
"Actually, bump that up one," Hermione's voice came from the bedroom shortly before a third copy of the brunette witch strolled out. She adjusted her yellow blindfold before taking her place next to her two doppelgangers.
Harry's head started to spin slightly. To him, this could not get any better. Then a fourth Hermione, this one wearing a blue blindfold, walked out of the bedroom.
"Oh-my-God," Harry half groan, half whimpered. His green eyes, which were sparkling in delight, shot from one Hermione to the next. "Two... four... six... eight... eight titties!"
"He can still count," commented blue-Hermione. "That's a good sign that we haven't given him an aneurism... yet."
"Eight titties,"repeated Harry.
"Are you saying we're going to give Harry an aneurism?" scarlet Hermione asked her future selves.
"Eight titties; that means eight nipples. Four 'Carmella's and four 'Natasha's. Eight!"Harry cheered and a bit of drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Make that ten," a very familiar voice called out from the bathroom. This time, a Hermione wearing a purple blindfold walked out. But before she took her place with her identical peers, a sixth Hermione with a white blind fold sauntered out and announced "Actually, twelve titties."
As a Hermione with a white blindfold walked out of the bedroom, scarlet Hermione commented "Five copies? Did I get that daring to have six of us?"
"Yes, I figured why stop at just four of us," white-Hermione said, "or five for that matter."
"Besides, you'll need the extra help soon," green-Hermione added.
"What do you mean?"asked scarlet. "I made plenty of stamina and virility potions, but I think that five of us could handle one Harry."
"You'll see," one of her future selves answered.
"Let's have some fun," white-Hermione said. Blindly she grabbed green and blue's hands and led them to Harry who was still sitting on the ground. She arranged her copies around Harry so that one was on either side of him and one was in the front. Then, as if they had planned it, all three Hermiones leaned forward, pressing their breasts into Harry's face. The poor boy was suffocating in breasts. He thought "What a wonderful way to die; choking on boobs."
"He doesn't need avirility potion just yet," one of the three smothering Harry said. "I can feel his willypressing on my calf."
"Girls, girls, back up," one Hermione from across the room requested. "I want Harry to see this."
As the wall of breasts that had covered Harry's face parted, he caught a much more spectacular view. Sitting on the couch, with her legs spread wide, was scarlet Hermione. Propped up next to her was yellow Hermione. The yellow blindfolded version's hand trailed up the scarlet witch's thigh toward her snatch. It was the next second that Harry's heart stopped beating.
"It's kind of like masturbating," yellow commented as another of her fingers came into play. "I mean this is my vagina technically speaking."
"Someone take care of Harry, the poor boy's about to blow up," one Hermione suggested.
"Does it have to be 'someone'?" blue asked, placing extra emphasis on the 'one.'
Blue and green Hermione got down on all fours and placed their faces over Harry's engorged organ.
"today is the happiest day of my life" Harry squeaked in an incredibly tiny voice. Harry proved how manly he was by lasting a whole forty-two and three quarter seconds before cumming for the second time. It was truly a manly act seeing how he was watching one version of Hermione stimulate another version while two others licked and suckled his bits.
"Did you just swallow?"blue asked green.
"Yes, I did,"green replied.
"That was very rude," blue chastised. "Next time, share."
"Someone mentioned stamina potions," mumbled Harry. It seemed that he had very poor control over his motor functions and speaking was difficult.
"Yes, Harry, there's a bunch in the spare bedroom," three Hermionesanswered in unison.
As Harry staggered and stumbled to the bedroom, he overheard one Hermione comment "Hmmm... I wonder what 'Miss Nibbles' tastes like?"followed very quickly by another Hermione yelping in surprise.
The young wizard held his hands on the sides of his head like blinders. He knew that if he saw what he thought was happening behind him, he'd most likely die from pure joy. Although it would be a nice way to go, he'd rather last a bit longer. Perhaps even be between the two versions of Hermione while they did what he thought they were doing. Hell, he'd like to give them pointers. Yes, he reasoned, dieing while participating would be a much better way to go than just watching.
But to be able to participate more, he'd need that stamina potion. 'Harry, Jr.', despite the ample amounts of naked Hermionesencouraging him, was fast asleep. Obviously the things he had just seen and having received head from two Hermiones was just too much for the member. Also the thought of pleasuring six Hermiones was intimidating. So Harry needed as much help as he could muster.
Lying on the table next to the cauldron were three dozen small bottles containing a bright red liquid. Clearly these were the stamina and virility potions that Hermione had made. Harry quickly gulped downed one bottle and was about to head out the door when a glimmer of light caught his eye.
He found a tiny gold Time Turner sitting on the table just behind the bottles of potion. Harry smiled as a devious thought occurred to him. If Hermione could use the magical device to make duplicates of herself, so could he.
Much like one of the reasons Hermione had donned a blind fold - besides being kinky - Harry didn't want to tempt a paradox, so he decided to wear a blind fold as well. He found an old school robe lying over a chair and quickly tore off a length of it. After wrapping it around his eyes, he reminded himself to use the Time Turner sometime in the future, perhaps in the morning, and return to this time. Just then, Harry heard a pop.
"Hi, Harry," a masculine voice greeted him. "It's me, Harry, from about nine hours in the future."
Another pop and someone announced "I from twenty hours in the future."
Another two pops sounded, one after the other. Then the cupboard in the corner of the room creaked open.
"Don't remove your blindfolds," another Harry commanded. "I'm from a few days in the future. I sort of helped Hermione get the Time Turner."
"Really, how'd you do that?" the current time Harry asked.
"You'll see," the other replied. "I've been hiding in this cupboard, waiting for you blokes to show up."
"Well now that you're all here, let's go ravish some Hermiones," one Harry cheered.
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder followed by a suggestion in his own voice "Let's double team one of them?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You know, two blokes, one bird, no waiting," he answered.
"Do you think she'll mind?" the current time Harry asked.
In response, all the other versions of Harry laughed uproariously.
"All right, everybody take a dose of the potion," one ordered. "We've got a lot of witches out there and we need to be ready for repeat performances."
After a bit of fumbling and a few bottles clinking together, everyone was ready. Harry knew this because someone was poking him in the side and it wasn't with their finger. "Do you mind? Budge up."
"Okay, we're all ready?"
"Yeah," was the chorused answer.
"Then let's do this for justice!"
"Wait, 'justice'?" one asked. "What do you mean?"
"We're performing the Morgy Ritual," another answered. "We're inflicting pain on Death Eaters."
"Oh, I thought we were doing this for mad sex."
"Good point."
"Okay... let's do this for justice and mad sex!"
With that battle cry, the multiple Harrys charged out of the room(Harry heard one or two of his counterparts bang into walls).
"It's about time you got out here," one Hermione stated. "Some of us started without you."
"Hermione, uh, the Hermione with the scarlet blindfold, that is., remember when I said you'd need the extra help of five copies," another Hermione said. "Well, you're about to find out first hand just what I meant."
What followed was a loud and rambunctious, almost chaotic, orgy. Bodies pressed against one another. Fumbling limbs and screaming orgasm.
The current Harry was able to fulfill one of the future Harry's suggestion of "double teaming" a Hermione. Current Harry was on the bottom (and in the bottom), future Harry was on the top, and Hermione was sandwiched between (and Harry guessed that it was the current time's Hermione because of the future Hermione's playful warning about needing the extra help). And Harry understood now why his future selves laughed when he asked if Hermione would mind. The witch was shouting loudly the word "Yippie" and the phrase "Oh Fuck Yes!" repeatedly.
"Now, this is how you properly share," one Hermione stated a few minutes later. This version of the brunette witch sounded as if she was holding something, perhaps a kind of liquid, in her mouth.
"Yum, thanks. Now I see what you were saying," a different Hermione, who also sounded like she now had something in her mouth, said.
When everyone had climaxed (which gave the room a peculiar aroma), one Hermione asked; "Wait asecond, how many Harrys are there?"
"Dunno," a Harry, one who sounded like he was somewhere near the end of the couch, replied. "Lost count."
"All right then, sound off," she demanded. "Count yourselves."
"One," the first Harry called out.
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Six," a final Harry called out.
"Okay there are six of each of us," concluded one Hermione.
"Um, actually, there are seven Harrys," another Harry announced. "When everybody was counting off, I had my mouth full."
"Damn right you did,"another Hermione said in a breathy and satisfied voice.
"Fine then, that makes thirteen of us all together," one Hermione stated.
"And the ritual only listed the effects up to six participants," another Hermione picked up. "I added another 'me' just to give it a little boost."
"And if six participants meant the targets felt as if they were on fire and there are thirteen of us..." a third Hermione continued.
"That means the Death Eaters must be begging for mercy right now," a fourth concluded.
"Well, I know everyone here will be disappointed, but thanks to the stamina potion, I have another go left in me," one Harry announced with mock concern. "Damn thing won't go down."
"Oh, no, so do I,"another Harry stated. "Lousy erection."
"Me too," a third fake pouted. "It's just sitting there throbbing away."
"Me three. Oh, what can we do?"
"Aren't you other four going to add anything?" a Hermione asked the darkness. "Perhaps some crude comment about being ahuman ring-toss or hat-stand?"
"One of them isn't verbally telling me he has another shag left in him,"one Hermione grunted happily. "He's showing me; and quite admirably at that."
"Hey, Hermione, you have something in your mouth," one Harry pointed out. To which the Hermione he was speaking to responded:
"No I don't-gth mumh ghiz,"she sputtered as if something had been pushed rapidly into her mouth.
"You boys be careful and check your aim," one Hermione offered. "You don't want to poke the wrong person."
As if on cue, one Harry shouted "Ow, damn it. Watch out."
"Sorry," another Harry apologized.
"Try going a foot to your left."
"Oh, yeah, that's it!" a Hermione cheered. "Dead on target!"
"Thanks for the suggestion," one Harry said to the other. "I think I found it."
MultipleHarrys, multiple, Hermiones, and multiple orgasms. Overall, it was a very good night.
~*~
All over the British Isles that night, screams were heard. And not just from the Head Students'quarters. |
Title: 27 GIRL PEARL 28 SHOVE TO LOVE
Tags: True Story, Boy, Male / Female Teens, Male / Females, Romance, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]27
GIRL PEARL
As they settle in and get naked on the beach, Rachel confides, “I’m glad Roxanne didn’t want to come. Call me selfish but that would have ruined the day for me.
Jeff gleams, “I wouldn’t mind watching her take it all off for the first time, or anytime. She’s hot! Hotter than even you.”
“Jeff!!! I’m your mother! Stop that! Ruin my day anyway, OK?”
Seeking a diversion, Sean observes, “So, Jeff, you’re getting more interested in girls.”
“As a matter of fact, there’s a transfer student that sits right in front of me at school. Talk about a precious pair of pompoms! “ Rachel and Sean both admiringly chuckle as Jeff quickly grows erect.
First, as his penis begins to rise, he sits up, deep in his chair. He has a memory pop into his head. Once, a four-year-old boy refused to remove his shorts at Black’s Beach despite his mother’s loving encouragement. After hours, Jeff noticed a spark in the boy’s eyes and a big smile on his face as he reached into his shorts with a mission. Jeff thought that he had to pee real bad. Suddenly he stood up, triumphantly removing his shorts and underwear in one quick motion. His mother looked and gasped in shock. What had gotten into her? As the boy started walking proudly away from their chairs, Jeff noticed he had a tiny, tall erection. Twice, his mother started after him to stop him, but each time she shrugged off her embarrassment instead.
So now Jeff first reacts to his own arousal like this mother had. Then he decides that he likes the boy’s attitude better, so he slouches back in his chair, spreading out his legs, looking proudly at his hard-on.
Pleased with Jeff’s improved attitude, Sean smilingly says, “You’re not in love with this girl, are you?”
With Jeff snapping back into the present, he realizes that Sean approves of his public display. Now he feels better yet, as he turns to his mother. He feels like he’s in heaven as he sees her loving approval. “Oh, uh, no, I’m not in love. I just want to marry her.”
“So you want to make your mother into a grandmother before age 25.”
Smiling, “How’s that sound, Mom?”
Going along with the humor, “Sounds wonderful young man. Just become a better father than your father.”
“I have no idea about how to be a father.”
Sean inquires, “Can I be your best man? Have you set a wedding date?”
Smiling, “Yes, you’re my best man, but no date yet. I still have to ask her out.”
Rachel asks, “What’s her name? How does she feel about you?”
Jeff had lost most of his hardness, but now starts growing again as he answers, “Maria. She talks real sweet to me. She talks sexy to me. She’s a lot taller than me.”
“Does that bother you?” Sean asks lovingly.
“Well yeah, I look like a little kid next to her. I want to be her man.”
Rachel suggests, “I think she loves you for who you are.” Sean agrees.
“I just feel so inadequate.”
Sean replies, “Welcome to planet earth.”
Feeling like he needs to show himself off to the whole earth, Jeff requests, “Let’s walk the shoreline together.”
As they stroll along, Jeff observes, “Look at those two ladies way back there. The one with the bathing suit looks like Roxanne.”
Rachel sarcastically sighs, “Oh, great!”
Sean remarks, “I think you’re right. But let’s stop looking and keep walking. I don’t think she’s ready for us.”
Rachel starts bawling her eyes out. Worried, Jeff asks, “What’s wrong Ma?”
“I can’t stand the thought of losing Sean!”
Sean takes his hand out of hers, wraps his arm around her tightly, romantically saying, “I love you Rachel.”
“Yeah, but you love her too!”
Saying nothing, Sean slides his hand down to her shapely butt, occasionally squeezing her lovingly. Once in a while Jeff observes approvingly. They slow down, so Jeff hugs his mom tightly, sinking his face into her voluptuous breasts. Sean hugs the two of them together. Rachel finally speaks up, “You’re so precious, Jeff. “ She turns so she can hug Sean alone, saying, “Sean, I can’t tell you how much I love you.”
“Yes, we’ve known each other for just a few weeks, but we talk on our dates like we’ve known each other for years. And Jeff tells me so much about you.”
“All good, right?”
Grinning, “Mostly bad.”
“OK, I asked for that insult. Jeff tells me all about you too. Before we met even, all I would hear is Sean this and Sean that. Then when I saw you, eureka! Wow, it was love at first sight!”
“So I need to blame Jeff for this!” Sean gets attacked from both sides. “Seriously though, seeing Roxanne here scares me too. I don’t want to be faced with a choice between the two of you. Some guys would say that I’ve got it made—a built-in backup plan. To me, the conflict easily could end with me losing both of you.”
“Sean, I’m glad you’re not some macho jock.”
“In my head it’s simple—you and I are together now. But emotionally it’s all complicated.”
Hugging both of them together, Jeff charmingly suggests, “How about eloping right here, right now.” Rachel and Sean burst out laughing. “I really mean it!”
Sean rants, “Yeah, if we get your girl here, we could have a double wedding!”
“Jeff, I know how much you want Sean to be your dad, but these things take time. Let’s walk back now.”
As they return Jeff warns, “Look, Roxanne is walking this way! She’s topless now.”
Sean quietly pleads, “Ignore her please.”
Jeff notes, “She just turned around! The other woman is turning back too.”
Sean calmly surmises, “She must have seen us. Let’s just keep walking.”
Rachel breathes a sigh of relief. Jeff adds, “Relationships sure can be wacky.”
Rachel proclaims, “Now that’s the understatement of the day!”
Sean urges, “Let’s forget all our worries and have a wonderful day.” Jeff takes the lead in carefree frolicking in the sunny breeze. The afternoon couldn’t have been more fun, this side of heaven.
28
SHOVE TO LOVE
As the Cubs warm up for their game against the Dodgers, Mr. Weber approaches Sean. Reaching for a handshake, “Hi Sean.”
“Hi Mr. Weber!”
“Please call me Fred.”
“OK, hi Fred. You’re looking good.”
“Yes, and I thank you for that.”
“I don’t understand. We hardly know each other.”
“You’ve turned my son’s life around. In the process, you’ve helped me. Fred raves about how you came running to help me when I fainted.”
“Well, I need to thank you too.”
“You do?”
“I know Fred wouldn’t have changed without your support.”
“I support him? Sean, I feel like I have failed him—in so many ways.”
Well, that’s one of the ways we help our loved ones—by admitting our failures.”
“Oh? Yeah. That makes sense.”
“Another thing. I know Fred wants to be like you very much. If you didn’t want him to change, I seriously doubt that he would have.”
“You really believe that?”
“Fred, I sure do. He loves you very much.”
“He never says that he does.”
“Do you tell him that you love him?”
“Well, no.”
“Fred, I dare you to.”
“You’re a tough cookie, aren’t you?”
“No, just a wimp.”
Laughing, “I know better than that now. Thanks again, Sean!”
“See you later.”
“OK!”
Sean sees that his captains had picked up the slack as he was sidetracked. Sean sits back and watches the team run itself. Michael exchanges lineups with the other coach. Karim calls the team huddle, including the rally cry. Afterwards, Sean walks up to Karim saying, “Nice job.”
“Thanks, Sean!”
“Now I appoint you as coach-for-the-game.”
“What!? I can’t do that!”
“You already are. Don’t worry. I’m here as your back up.”
“OK!”
“Just one thing, Karim.”
“Yeah?”
“When you put yourself in as pitcher, you need to make Ricky the coach.”
“Will do!”
Sean lets the umpire know that Karim is in charge. The ump raises an eyebrow, but already noticed how the team was running itself. “Don’t worry. I’ll be in the bleachers if they need a help.”
Looking in amazement, “OK.”
Sean walks over to Fred’s dad. “Hi Fred. You mind if I watch this one with you?”
“No! But you gotta coach.”
“We have natural leaders on the team. They’re running the show tonight.”
Nastily, “That wouldn’t work!” Then changing his tune, “Well, if anyone can do it, you can.”
“Not me, Fred. Them.”
“I mean you taught them how.”
“Sort of. I give them responsibility and they run with it.”
“Sean, this should be interesting!”
When Jeff bunts for a base hit, Fred expresses, “He’s quite a scrappy player.”
“Sure is! Are you still having a problem with him?”
Fred becomes dead silent. Sean maintains the silence. Finally Fred utters, “So he told you.”
“No. Actually, I told him.”
“No way! You mean you knew all along! You don’t miss a trick!”
“Thank you, Fred. Yes, I’ve been the silent observer. I’ve also done some research. One in four men have this kind of attraction.”
Angrily, but softly, “Who said anything about attraction!!!”
“I’m sorry. I’m jumping ahead to quickly. I’ll back up. I’m the one who caught you staring. I think you hate this about yourself, but keep doing it.”
Dead silence again. Finally Fred asserts, “For a little runt you can be quite intimidating.”
“That’s not my goal. I just deal with problems that need to be dealt with.”
“Well, you obviously have me pegged.”
“About the attraction too?”
Dead silence yet again. Finally Fred admits, “That’s what Jeff suggested. I got real nasty. This scares the hell out of me, but it may be true. But I would never do anything.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to, Fred. But how do you know you can stop yourself?”
“I just know.”
“Can you stop yourself from staring?”
“I should beat the tar out of you!” Fred threatens calmly.
“I take that as a ‘no’.” After a brief silence, Sean continues, “I’m gonna back off now. I just want you to promise me one thing.
With his body shaking, “What’s that?”
“Fred, I want you to talk to me about what’s going on in your head. Don’t wait for me to come to you. I want you to come to me or to call me. Regularly.”
“That won’t be easy.”
“It’s a whole lot easier than the ugly mess this could turn into. Promise me.”
Timidly, “I promise.”
“That wasn’t very convincing. Try again.”
Fred starts crying. Smiling, Sean says, “Now I know you aren’t crying.”
Fred laughs while still crying. Sean puts his hand on Fred’s shoulder, which startles him. Sean backs off, suggesting, “I’m going to put my hand back on your shoulder.” Fred nods. Sean proceeds, then whispers, “Promise me.”
Quietly in his tears, Fred affirms, “Sean, I promise.”
“I love you, Fred. We’re gonna get through this.”
Fred cries his eyes out, as Sean keeps his hand on Fred’s shoulder. Sean starts watching the game more closely. Soon Fred does as well. They become the primary cheering section. “Look at that, Sean! My son just praised Dave for the fine fielding play on his hard hit grounder. He used to hate Dave’s guts.”
The Cubs lead the entire game but the Dodgers mount a rally in the bottom of the sixth and final inning. Ricky asks for a time out to talk to the pitcher. He motions to Jose to come in, then gives Karim a pat on the butt as he heads to first base.
Sean exclaims to Fred, “Did you see that! Ricky did that like he’s been coaching for years!”
With admiration, Fred proclaims, “I don’t know how you do it!”
Smiling, “I’m not doing anything!”
“You know what I mean, smart aleck!” They jab each other in the arm.
Jose has sharp control, quickly choking the Dodger rally, saving the game for the Cubs. Sean runs out there, giving everyone a big hug. Ricky shoves him, “We don’t need you anymore.”
“I know! Nice job pro!”
When Sean shakes hands with the Dodger coach, he voices, “Sean, I just don’t get it. I have two parents as assistant coaches, sometimes three. And after every game I’m exhausted. Here you are coaching single-handedly and relax the whole game in the bleachers.” Sean smiles as he continues, “Now I wouldn’t have minded if we won. But we lost, so you’re making a fool out of me!”
Sean recognizes his kind-hearted tone, so he pleasantly says, “I have some natural leaders on my team. The more responsibility I dish out the more they eat.”
“I don’t know how you do it!”
“You saw me. I didn’t do anything.”
The umpire had walked up to them, hearing most of the conversation. He now interjects, “Sean, I’ve been umpiring for over twenty years. I’ve never seen anything like this. I can’t believe how mature and respectful they all are. That catcher of yours, I’ve seen him a couple of years now. He was nothing but a troublemaker. I’m not saying the nasty words running through my mind. What did you do to him—a lobotomy?”
“I respect my players and eventually they respect me. When I tried to teach them to respect their opponent, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Then unexpectedly they turned it around, in a big way.”
“You must be religious or something.”
“God’s been very patient with me. So I’ve learned to be patient with others.”
The three men exchange warm good-byes, then move on. Sean sees his whole team waiting in the dugout for him. As he arrives, he sees all the equipment packed and everyone with smiles from head to toe. Sternly Sean asks, “What’s up?” Everyone starts laughing and giggling. Sean laughs, “Now I know something’s up.”
While laughing, Karim announces, “We had a team meeting and a team vote. Unanimously we decided…”
“Decided what!?”
“You’re fired!”
The dugout breaks out in bedlam, as everyone crowds around Sean. Then Fred shouts out, “Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate!”
Everyone screams, “Sean!!!”
Fred mimics Sean, “I can’t hear you!!!”
Deafeningly, “Sean!!!!”
Guys, I’m so glad that I’ve made such an impact on your lives. Now I want to thank you for the impact you have made in mine and in others, such as the two men I just was talking to. Fred, you even got singled out in this honor….”
Before Sean could finish, Jeff leads a chant for Fred. Fred cries and hugs everyone. Roy gives him the biggest hug of all. This time Fred feels relaxed hugging Alex. “Alex, I want you to know, the hate disappeared. I respect you now!”
Teary eyed, “Thanks, Fred. You’re special.”
As Fred leaves the dugout, his father greets him with a hug too, “I love you son.”
Both break into a flood of tears. They continue hugging. Speaking through his tears, “Dad, I love you too.”
Another flood gushes forth. Sean comes over, puts a hand on each of them, saying, “I’m proud of you, both of you.” |
Title: 2829 Days Later
Chapter title: 28-29-Days-Later
Story Description:
Wonder Woman and Power Girl make for an unlikely but powerful minotaur-hunting duo. It probably would have went really well for them if not for a catty argument about just how many days are in the month of February. In other words, it goes really, really poorly for the Justice League's hottest babes.
Patreon | Tips | Twitter | Discord
Misc : Comics
Story Content:
CONTACT: [TWITTER] - [DISCORD SERVER]
SUPPORT: [COMMISSION INFO] - [KO-FI TIPS] - [PATREON]
***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***
“You’re having trouble with a two-legged bipedal cow man?” Kara, far better known as Earth’s one and only Power Girl whenever she took off her glasses and let her golden hair down, knew she shouldn’t laugh, but she couldn’t stop herself from giggling at the very idea of what Wonder Woman was suggesting. “Come on, Diana, you can’t be serious. You know that it’s the first of February, right, not April? Try it again in thirty days.”
Diana, Princess of the Amazons, briefly closed her eyes and mentally begged the gods to give her the patience that she so desperately needed to deal with Kara Zor-El in any form. The response she just received was exactly why she had chosen to ask Power Girl instead of Supergirl for help.
Every other member of the League was off attending Clark Kent and Lois Lane’s wedding. While both versions of Kara Zor-El were invited, they were both far too jealous of Lois to attend. Neither had a healthy relationship with Clark, Kal, whatever they wanted to call him. Diana straight up wasn’t invited, as any time things looked shaky with Lois, she made moves on Clark, hungry for a piece of Superman’s super cock. Lois had forgiven her long ago; the invitation was something Clark had discussed with her. He candidly admitted that he didn’t think himself capable of resisting Diana if he were tempted again.
She respected that. She valued his friendship, even if the distance hurt. Not that any of that mattered, other than for how testy it was making her feel. And how catty Kara was acting, she supposed. Diana sighed, then opened her eyes and looked Kara in the eye, deciding to throw tit for tat. “There are twenty nine days in February, you know,” she told the busty, bob-haired blonde plainly.
“Whatever,” Kara scoffed, crossing her arms beneath her tits. “Are you actually serious?”
“Yes,” Diana replied, patient as she could be with a trumped-up brat who thought tearing a boob window into her costume counted as growing up. “This isn’t a bipedal cowman or a minotaur, Kara. This is the Minotaur, son of King Minos, and not someone to be trifled with. I’ve handled him before. While he isn’t bright or fast, he is incredibly dangerous. I would be more confident taking him on with the knowledge someone had my back.”
Kara stood there silently for a moment, running her tongue over her teeth. She could tell how serious Diana was, and she wasn’t at all embarrassed to be asking for help with this. But… “He’s a giant cow on two legs,” she reiterated, her smile resurfacing. “I don’t--”
“A fucking magical bipedal cow monster man, yes, thousands of years old,” Diana snapped, interrupting Kara with her raised voice, cracking out like a whip. The blonde’s mouth hung open for a moment before she closed it. “Will you help me or not, woman? I don’t have time for this right now.”
“Of course I’ll help you,” Kara replied without missing a beat. “You should have said it was a magical bipedal cow man up front. That’s much different,” she stressed with a raise of her brows.
Diana’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, her right hand curling into a fist. She didn’t have time to deal with Kara being a brat, and she sure as fuck didn’t have the patience for more sarcasm. The Princess of the Amazons was all set to deck the sassy blonde, but she saw a glimmer of earnestness in Kara’s wide-eyed expression. She frowned for a moment, and then it clicked for her. Though the people of Krypton had an extraordinary range of powers while on Earth, they didn’t have any sort of resistance to magic.
It was something Clark took incredibly seriously, too. She could remember one occasion where Bruce was talking about hiring a magician for Damian’s birthday; the Man of Steel tensed up on the spot, as hard and immutable as his moniker would suggest until it became clear Bruce didn’t mean a sorcerer. Diana sighed again and let her fist fall open. Ridiculous. But she had her help and couldn’t complain.
“Thank you,” she replied as politely as she could, smothering her irritation. “Let’s go.”
***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***
It didn’t take the two superheroines very long to reach the Minotaur’s lair, a damp and dark cave hidden away on the isle of Crete. The two didn’t get very far inside before Kara cleared her throat and spoke up, far too loud and casual for Diana’s liking. “Hey, so, aren’t minotaurs supposed to live in mazes? Uh, labyrinths?” The blonde’s voice echoed down through the cave, the sound going further and further away from them until they could no longer hear it.
Diana, having frozen on the spot, didn’t answer Kara for a few seconds after that, straining her ears and eyes to catch any reaction. “Keep it down, woman,” she hissed softly as she turned to face the other bombshell, feeling the agitation she thought she killed come back to the surface. “The first one lived in a labyrinth, but it was destroyed long ago.”
Kara rolled her eyes at Diana’s warning, indolent and arrogant at once. Still, when she replied it was in a soft whisper that matched Diana’s tone. “Right, that makes sense.” After a moment of eyeballing Kara, Diana turned and continued on her way, sneaking as best she could. Kara simply floated along, shaking her head and keeping her annoyance to herself. She didn’t see a reason to stay quiet -- it was a fucking cowman -- but even then, Diana was making a heap of noise herself. The sharp heels of her boots clicked a staccato noise that clearly announced her position every other step.
The woman from Krypton didn’t bother pointing it out. The faster they found the Minotaur, the better, and if it came to them she wouldn’t complain. She barely paid attention to where they were going, her mind caught on another snag. … Does February really have twenty nine days? That seems so wrong.
Try as she might, Kara couldn’t remember for sure one way or the other. She finally hit her breaking point. “Hold on, Diana,” Kara whispered. The Amazon turned, clearly assuming the blonde saw something she hadn’t. Her jaw dropped as she watched the other bombshell reach into her costume’s titty window, feeling around her underboob until she found what she was looking for.
“What are you doing?” Diana hissed again as the soft blue light from Kara’s smartphone lit up the cave, another clear flag of their location.
“Googling,” Kara replied offhandedly, working off one of her gloves so she could tap in the query. “I’ve still got a signal.” Diana continued to stare, utterly baffled, too shocked to even realize Kara was talking at a normal volume again. After a few seconds, she grinned and laughed, the noise carrying to the very bottom of the cave system. “I knew it. There aren’t twenty nine days in February,” she declared victoriously, her grin turning to a smirk as her eyes rose and met Diana’s.
“... What are you talking about?” Diana whispered.
“You said that February has twenty nine days, but it doesn’t. It has twenty eight days. It’s only twenty nine during a leap year,” she explained as she began to slip her phone back into the secure pouch sewn into her costume for it. “And last year was a leap year. So,” she concluded with a twitch of her lips, “you were wrong.”
With each word of Kara’s explanation, Diana grew progressively angrier until her frustration was written plain as day on her beautiful face, its heat flushing her olive face. When Kara finally reached her conclusion -- that simple, technically statement, you were wrong -- Diana could only stare, unable to believe she was serious. The punchline she desperately needed to hear never came.
“Would it hurt you to take this seriously for one minute?” Diana growled at Kara as she took one step forward, then another, putting herself brow-to-brow with Kara, who let her boots hit the floor. Kara’s phone never quite reached its pouch, falling to the ground. The Justice League’s two finest babes stood almost tit-to-tit, Diana furious and Kara stirring shit to distract her from her cousin’s wedding, whether or not she was cognizant of that catty and passive-aggressive fact.
“Yeah,” Kara whispered mockingly. “It’s just a big cow. That’s hard to take seriously.”
“You fucking bitch,” Diana seethed, a second from decking Kara once again. She never had an opportunity to even curl her fist. While the two bombshells were bickering, the Minotaur they were looking for stepped forward, sensing his opportunity to strike while his enemies were distracted. Before either of them could notice his presence, he grabbed either woman by the back of her respective head and drove them together, knocking them out on the spot.
***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***
Diana woke up suddenly when something heavy plopped down on her belly and drove all the air from her lungs. Gasping to capture that lost breath, her first instinct was to sit up and get her bearings, but whatever was on top of her had her hips pinned. Even then, she only managed to arc her back. Metal manacles, hot with magic, seemed to have her wrists pinned to the ground over her head. A massive hand pushed down on her chest, forcing her to lay flat again. “W-what?” she sputtered, breathless and confused until her memory clicked into place. The last thing she could remember was her anger and that she was about to punch Kara. Did Kara strike first?
She forced her eyes into focus at the face above her, familiar and unfamiliar at once. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. The minotaur’s lips split, his smile becoming an outright grin as the Amazon’s situation clearly sinked in, malice in his eyes. It wasn’t the Minotaur that she expected; the very first Minotaur had a cracked horn from their last fight, and for as long as Diana could remember he showed his age with flecks of gray in his fur.
This one was younger, and as she began to struggle she realized that he was just as strong as his father. Without any kind of leverage or the use of her hands, she was stuck in place. “You’re lucky that I got to you before my father did, Diana of Themyscira,” he rumbled down at Diana in their native language, his hand sliding from the center of her chest to the neckline of her costume’s top. “He wants you dead.” She grimaced, knowing exactly what he would do next, but also knowing she was powerless to stop it.
The best she could do was buy time and try to find an opportunity to break free. “And you don’t? What’s your name?” she whispered, not trusting her voice to stay strong if she spoke any louder. It had been a long time since anyone got the better of her. Her heart began to hammer away in her chest, full of panic that she kept from affecting her mind through sheer force of will.
“No, I don’t. Minos,” the son of the Minotaur replied with a grunt, tearing Diana’s top wide open. Her generous bust spilled out, free at last from their prison. The princess in peril grit her teeth, wishing her thick nipples weren’t already so hard. It couldn’t be helped, though. Bondage was always her weakness, and being completely at Minos’ mercy… well, her libido reacted naturally, independent of her body’s panic or her mind’s forced calm.
She didn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing the soft groan that threatened to spill out of her lips when he grabbed either of her breasts, playing with them roughly. A normal man wouldn’t be able to manhandle the massive mammaries the way he could. It was a new sensation to Diana, a novelty. “N-named for your grandfather,” she mumbled. “I see.”
Minos grunted his disinterest. “You should be grateful,” he rumbled down at Diana. “Instead of dying at his hand, you will have the honour of bearing my royal seed and mothering my heir,” he said. His grin vanished. The greek words were spoken with a sincerity that suggested he seriously considered it an honour.
Yeah, right. Diana thought to herself. “There’s no way you’re going to get away with this, you know,” she told him gravely, locking eyes. “The rest of the Justice League will be here soon. If you let me go, I’ll let you two escape.”
“Let your heroes come,” Minos grumbled with just a hint of annoyance, either calling her bluff or sincerely not giving a shit. He let go of her tits for a moment and pulled his hands back to his loincloth, tugging at it until he could tug himself out. All of it. Diana’s eyes widened, horrified. She had heard that minotaurs had human cocks, but that was anything but. His enormous length, already stiff, smacked down between her tits, his weighty balls pressing against her belly.
“I--” Diana wasn’t sure what she was about to say, if she was about to beg or try to coerce him. Her body’s panicked reactions were starting to win out over her mind’s calm, partnering up with her libido to carry the day. Luckily for her, she never had to figure those next words out.
“Could you two speak in English or something?” Kara hissed out weakly from somewhere to Diana’s left. She glanced over, almost glad for the distraction from speaking and from watching Minos wrap her tits around his enormous cow cock. She could only see Kara’s ass and legs. The girl from Krypton was on her knees, hips raised and thighs splayed. Manacles bolted to the floor kept her locked in a truly uncomfortable position. Her arms were stretched out, either of her wrists paired with one of her ankles, locked in place with them. By the sound of her voice, Diana guessed she had her cheek pressed right up against the cave’s floor.
The princess awkwardly realized she didn’t spare Kara a single thought until she spoke up. It should have been her first concern, but then again, they were in this predicament because Kara wasn’t taking the situation seriously. The blonde’s position left her pussy fully exposed. Her body seemed to be reacting the same way Diana’s was to the helplessness, her cunt’s outer lips puffy and flushed with arousal, glistening with dampness. “Just break out,” Diana hissed out in English without looking a bit higher up.
“D-do I look like I can?” Kara griped back, wiggling her hips uncomfortably. The movement drew her eyes up to Kara’s filled asshole, plugged with a toy whose jeweled end was clearly kryptonite.
“How the fuck did a pair of minotaurs get--” Minos watched their exchange with bemusement up until that point, not knowing a lick of english himself. Ultimately, it didn’t interest him as much as what he had set himself up for. Grabbing Diana’s tits again, he squeezed them around his cock and thrust his hips forward, grunting in immediate satisfaction. The precum leaking top of his cock hammered into Diana’s chin, forcing her mouth to slam shut.
She hissed in equal parts shame, fury and discomfort, wishing her cunt wasn’t leaking like a faulty fire hydrant. As Minos set a steady pace, the humiliated princess could do nothing but stare at the ceiling or at Kara’s ass, his cock continuing to batter her jaw with each of his thrusts. Dimly, she wished he would have just made her suck his cock. Before long, she found that was the only thing she could think about.
“Diana? Diana, are you okay?” Kara whispered, unable to see what was happening but hearing every moment of it. The princess of the Amazons didn’t even hear her voice, Minos’ cock slowly becoming the center of her world. Diana had assumed she knew everything about the Minotaur, but there were crucial gaps in the Amazon’s knowledge. Her people had failed her, and not just with the supposition that minotaurs had human cocks.
The Minotaur had inherited his sire’s magic cock, its pheromones and cum heady enough to drive a woman as mad with lust as a maenad. Mad enough to, say, actually fuck a cow. Poseidon was a spiteful arse. Minos, of course, inherited it as well.
Kara grew quiet as heavy footfalls thudded through the cave towards her. Unlike his son, the Minotaur was a creature driven by purpose, and once focused he never lost sight of his goal. He didn’t glance at Diana or gloat at her, already knowing that his flesh and blood had made his old foe into his bitch. Squatting down behind Kara, he let his cock flop free and wasted no time in pushing its head right up against the entrance of her small, tight pussy, far too large for her to take at a glance. She squealed at the feeling and tried to lurch away, but the manacles had her held tight in place. “P-please,” Kara squeaked out, certain that without her powers his cock would be the end of her.
One of the Minotaur’s hands was more than enough for him to grab more than half her waist around the curve of her hip. He leaned over her, grabbing a fistful of her short blonde hair and pressing her face against the cold stone beneath her. “Shut up,” he growled, deeper and more gravelly than his son. “The sound of that language grates my ears.”
He said it, of course, in Greek. Kara hissed, wishing she could lift her head. Not knowing a word of Greek, she took a moment to gather herself before groaning out a few fitiful words. “I don’t underssssssFUUUUUUUUCK!” Not wanting to hear a syllable more after what he said, the Minotaur let out a victorious roar and rammed himself deep into Kara’s cunt, making her cry out in pain and surprise.
But she found an instant later that even though she didn’t have her powers, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt far better than any toy she had ever used or any cock she had ever ridden. Without a hint of mercy, the Minotaur began to fuck her in brutal, savage fashion, every single thrust pounding into her cervix in a way that she just knew should have hurt. It should have made her black out.
It only took her four thrusts to cum, screaming out mindlessly as conscious thought of anything but the Minotaur’s glorious cock fled her. After that, every other thrust seemed to send a fresh wave of tension and release through her body. It only took a minute for her moans to become breathless little gasps, barely louder than a whisper. Kara’s mouth hung open, her eyes glassy as she stared at the wall ahead of her, wondering where this cock had been all her life.
Minos, finally on the cusp of cumming, leaned up and lifted his mighty dick, shoving its head right up against Diana’s mouth. He hardly needed to bully his way into her mouth. The royal princess parted her lips eagerly and licked at his slitted tip, finding the taste like nectar. A second enthusiastic lick pushed Minos over the edge and rewarded her with shot after shot of his thick cum. She swallowed each down, and when he pulled back to aim his last rope over her regal features, she took his splatter proudly.
Lacking any form of refractory period, Minos shifted back and tore the rest of Diana’s costume off. More than warmed up for him, she spread her legs readily for her new mate, welcoming his cock into her pussy with a loud moan. She came even faster than Kara did, losing herself to her new addiction just as the Minotaur fertilized the other woman, flooding her womb and cunt with his cum. He kept fucking it, careless of how sloppy it was.
They both wanted to be sure their new mates gave birth to the next generation of minotaurs as soon as possible. After all, they had made a deal.
***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***
A few days later, Supergirl found herself flying over the entrance to a cave hidden away on the isle of Crete. With everyone still busy at Kal and Lois’ wedding -- seriously, it struck her as very irresponsible for everyone to go to the Bottled City of Kandor for the nuptials -- the only other members of the Justice League left on Earth were Power Girl and Wonder Woman. Try as she might to get in contact with either, Diana’s phone was turned off and Kara (the other Kara) wasn’t checking hers. She couldn’t find any sign of them in their usual haunts, so she finally resorted to calling in a favor and getting someone to trace the GPS on Power Girl’s phone, leading her… here.
Supergirl found the Lexcorp helicopter that had landed by the cave’s entrance very troubling. Mercenaries unloaded crate after crate from their bird, before backing off. Someone in a suit went to stand in front of the cave, waiting with his hands folded behind his back.
Narrowing her eyes, Supergirl watched closely with her bird’s eye view, seeing every detail of what unfolded as though she were on the ground beside him. She nearly fell out of the sky in shock. Two minotaurs stomped their way out to meet the man in the suit, but they weren’t alone. Either one of them held one of the missing heroines in a full nelson, their massive cocks stretching out their far smaller pussies uncomfortably wide. They let their steps drive their cocks in and out of the women until they stopped, speaking with the man from LexCorp over the women’s heads.
Both Power Girl and Wonder Woman looked like parodies of themselves. Their costumes were mockeries that didn’t cover their tits nor their cunts, with rings piercing their nipples. Either outfit was white, with cow-like black spots and gags stuffed in their mouths. Power Girl’s clit bore a bar studded with kryptonite, rendering her powerless and surely unable to escape.
By the looks of overwhelming pleasure on either of their faces, neither of them seemed like they wanted to escape. Neither struggled. She focused and honed in her hearing, cringing at the sloppy sounds their cunts made and how they moaned through their gags.
“... Everything you’ll need to accelerate the birthing process and create the army we need, yes. You’ll have your thrones within the year,” the suited man promised. “And we’ll divide the world as previously agreed.” Was Lex Luthor plotting to take over the world with an army of minotaurs? It was so cartoonish that she wanted to laugh, but if Power Girl and Wonder Woman were the mothers…
She needed help. Swallowing, Supergirl twisted around in the air, ready to fly to the Watchtower and recall the League. If she left a few seconds earlier, the sniper’s kryptonite-laced plastic bullet would have missed her. Instead, it hit her side and sent her crashing to the ground near the minotaurs, her world quickly going black.
Power Girl and Wonder Woman were loath to share their masters’ cocks, but they did as they were told. They were sisters of a sort now, if only in motherhood. |
Title: 28Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Christmas Shopping, Returns, and Other Headaches
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Christmas Shopping, Returns, and Other Headaches... and pains in the arse.
The next morning, after a good long rest, thirteen naked, sweaty, and fairly sticky people fumbled around in blindness.
"No one remove your blindfolds," one Hermione commanded. "We don't want to risk aparadox."
"It's funny that we're worried about a paradox when this whole thing was created by aparadox," another version of the witch commented.
"Good point," the first agreed. "We don't want to create further paradoxes so no one remove their blindfolds."
"So, what do we do now?" asked one Harry.
"Hhmm, let's see; we're all nude... lying on top of each other... what should we do?"another Harry asked mockingly.
"Hey now, you back off," a Hermione commanded a Harry. "I had two of you at the same time last night. I could use a bit of rest."
"I'm the Hermione from a few days from now. I could use two Harrys," another Hermione offered.
"You know, it would be terribly rude not to grant her wish," a Harry stated.
"True,"another agreed.
"Watch where you step," a different Harry protested as some of his counterparts began to move about. "I don't want a knee in my groin as you blokes crawl around."
"Sorry about that," a Harry apologized. "Where's the Hermione who wants to be double teamed?"
"Over here," a witch answered. "Just follow my voice."
"Gotcha."
"Let's see... one penis," the eager Hermione began counting. "Two penises... three penises. I only agreed to being double teamed, boys. The owner of this third penis, go find another me."
"Ooh, I'll take your extra one," another Hermione offered.
"Okay, let's all start... again, except for the current time's Harry and Hermione," a Hermione said over the squelches and moans. "You two need to go back in time."
"Um, Ialready started," one Harry admitted.
"Well then hurry up. We've got a tight schedule to keep."
~*~
Odd but incredibly fun was the best way for Harry to describe using the Time Turner to re-participate in the Morgy Ritual. It was odd tapping the past version of himself and suggesting to double-team Hermione, but it was definitely fun doubling up on her.
By his seventh and final pass at the Morgy Ritual, Harry had memorized the sporadic conversations his past selves and the various Hermiones had. For example, when one Hermione complained about her mouth going numb, Harry knew that in a few seconds the version of himself that had not used the Time Turner yet would freak-out when the third time through's Harry's discharge landed on the former Harry's foot.
"EW!EW! GET IT OFF!"
~*~
It was a very hectic period over the next few days. Hermione would stop what she was doing every eight hours (and seeing that it was Hermione, it was precisely eight hours; not seven hours and fifty-four minutes or eight hours and six minutes, but eight hours) and head back to their shared bedroom to utilize the Time Turner. Harry on the other hand, was not as punctual as his girlfriend. At seemingly random points, sometimes after five hours, others after ten, and any length in between, Harry would stop whatever he was doing and used the Time Turner.
And during this time, our heroes' peers would get very confused. They would pass either Harry or Hermione several times while they walked down the halls. And that wasn't the half of it. Take for example the morning where Ron was enjoying a chess match with Harry in the Head Students Chamber only to hear peculiar sounds coming from the spare bedroom.
"Don't pay that any heed," suggested Harry as he moved his bishop. "It's nothing."
"It sounds like you and Hermione going at it," Ron said while staring at the closed door. "And I can swear that I hear two birds in there who both sound like Hermione."
"It's nothing," Harry countered with a bemused smile, "just the wind blowing and the old castle creaking and whatnot."
Then, as if to challenge Harry's explanation, Hermione's voice filtered through the door, saying quite clearly "That's it Harry, cum on her titties!"
"See, just the wind," a smiling Harry stated.
"This castle sure does make weird noises," Ron said with a shrug.
~*~
The Morgy Ritual was a resounding success. The morning after they performed the aforementioned ritual, the Daily Prophet's headline read in great bold letters:
"MASSIVE BLOW TO DEATH EATERS!
/ /St. Mungo's, which was just sacked yesterday, was overrun once again by the minions of He Who Must Not Be Named. Nearly one hundred and ten Death Eaters rushed the hospital late last night. This time, however, the Death Eaters did not come to raid the hospital, but rather begging and pleading for help.
The scores of evil doers were screaming in agony. Initial diagnostic charms couldn't reveal the source of the suffering. Many Death Eaters claimed the pain was worst than You Know Who's dreaded Cruciatus Curse. Some were even bleeding from various orifices.
Ministry Aurors were quick to sweep up the scores of Death Eaters, many who were wanted and dozens more who were not known to the Ministry as members of the Death Eaters. Several of these previously unsuspected Death Eaters, including Hilbert Rogers and Lantana Smyth-Billings, were actually spies for He Who Must Not Be Named, working deep undercover within key position in the Ministry. These spies, according to an anonymous informant in the Magical Law Enforcement Department, could have done 'great harm to the Ministry and its people.'
The Ministry is unsure how or why the Death Eaters were in such immense pain. Some believe that these hundred plus Death Eaters offended their master and he punished them (although this theory is not without its debunkers; such a loss of manpower has surely hurt You Know Who and therefore punishment on this large scale could only cripple himself and his aims). Some have speculated that aritual, intended to raise their power, backfired in some way. Still others believe that it was an attack against all marked Death Eaters.
~*~
The last Harry was charged with taking the Time Turner back to the Ministry.
"Now you have to go back to the day I fetched it," Hermione said.
"Right, so I'll meet the past you in the Department of Mysteries and once you take the Time Turner, I'll put the future version in its place," Harry summarized. "That way, no one will miss it."
"Take some migraine relief potion with you," Hermione added in a serious tone, clearly telling her lover that he should do as she suggested. "You'll need it."
Shrugging in acceptance, Harry took both the Time Turner and the potion. After placing the chain of the Time Turner around his neck, Harry spun the hourglass several time. The world dissolved away and he felt as her was flying backwards. Moments later, Harry found himself standing in the Head Students' quarters alone. Harry glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall to confirm that he had traveled far enough back.
Knowing that since not being seen was imperative, Harry fetched his Invisibility Cloak and threw it over his head and shoulders. Harry then crept out of his room and down to the entrance of the castle. He passed the Great Hall where the past version of himself and Hermione were reading the Daily Prophet article about the Death Eater raid on St. Mungo's which had originally inspire Hermione to fetch the Time Turner and perform the Morgy Ritual. Quickly and quietly, Harry made his way out of the castle and out onto the grounds. Walking briskly for several minutes, he finally passed the outer gates of the school and its protective wards.
Wrapping the Cloak around him tightly so it would not get lost while in transport, Harry squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on the Ministry building. Harry tried to ignore the unpleasant squeezing sensation as he Apparated.
He opened his eyes and found himself exactly where he wanted; in the alley just ashort distance away from the payphone that hid the lift to the Ministry Building. While still safely covered by his precious invisibility cloak, Harry took the lift down into the Ministry. The lobby was packed full of witches and wizards bustling back and forth. Harry was taken back slightly at the lack of noise in the overcrowded room. Normally, he assumed, with that many people milling about, there would be much more noise. Most of the witches and wizards had their heads down, as if they dare not look each other in the face. Only ahandful of people were speaking, and their sparse and soft conversations consisted of "excuse me," and "pardon me," as they bumped into each other.
Pushing his ponderings to the back of his mind, Harry moved through the lobby to the lifts. He had to get to the Department of Mysteries in order to replace the Time Turner as Hermione picked up the past version of it.
It took a good long while for Harry to find an appropriate lift, well over half an hour. Each time the doors would open, Ministry employees rushed the small compartment, jamming it full with their bodies. Harry realized that he'd have to wait for a less crowded car. He knew that if he entered the lift when it was so full, people would bump into him and realize that he was there. So he waited while lift after lift filled up.
Finally, an empty lift dinged open and there was no one there to enter it. Harry rushed into the compartment and mashed the button. With no one else in the lift, Harry didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone. Unfortunately, before the doors closed someone entered. And sadly, Harry didn't need to worry about bumping into this person, because this wizard could easily see Harry under the Invisibility Cloak.
"Potter,"Mad Eye Moody grumbled and hobbled up to the invisible-to-everyone-else Harry. The scarred wizard's magical blue eye pointed directly at Harry's face and Moody demanded, "Just what are you doing here, boy?"
"Um... I'm... uh... Just out for a stroll," Harry lied. He didn't need Hermione telling him that it would've been a bad idea to tell Moody that he was planning to go into the Department of Mysteries.
"Out for a stroll, huh?" Mad Eye asked disbelievingly. "In the Ministry? Under your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry answered weakly, "Yes. Good for the constitution."
With his normal eye still fixed firmly on where Harry stood, the electric blue eye swiveled in Moody's head and back, apparently, at the buttons on the wall behind him. The magical eye snapped back to Harry and Mad Eye asked, "You're not planning on making a trip to the Department of Mysteries by any chance, are you?"
"No, sir."
"Because that would be stupid," Mad Eye continued. "Ever since the war restarted, the Ministry has beefed up security around the Department; loads of wards and traps. Besides the traps that'll turn you into dust, there are sensor wards that'll spot you the moment you approach the Department. You'd need some sort of Legendary-Super-Invisibility Cloak that no one could see through to pass by them. And since you don't have one of those," he said and patted /'invisible-to-everyone-but-Moody-and-Dumbledore'/Harry on his shoulder, "you shouldn't go mucking about in there."
"Yes, sir."
"Why don't you head back to Hogwarts boy," the old wizard more ordered than suggested.
Nodding his head in defeat, Harry walked out of the still opened lift. Harry meandered through the lobby, lost in thought. How was he supposed to get into the Department of Mysteries with all the added security? Obviously, Hermione was able to pass these wards somehow because she was able to retrieve the Time Turner. Harry came to the conclusion that he'd have to wait for Hermione to show up. That way she'd be able to figure out a way into the Department. She was, after all, the smartest witch in their generation. With this new plan, Harry headed to the lift that would take him to Muggle London.
Without using his cloak to hide within, Harry waited for Hermione; he stood just a few feet away from the payphone that hid the lift to the Ministry lobby. Shortly after twelve noon, he saw Hermione trot toward the lift.
"Hermione,"he called out.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" she asked while walking up to him. His girlfriend seemed quite surprised to find Harry waiting for her. "I thought we agreed that I'd do this on my own?"
"I'm here to bring back the Time Turner so no one will realize we took it," he said.
"So it worked?"
"Brilliantly,"he said with a smile. / 'Harry, Jr.' /began to stir at the thoughts that swarmed in Harry's mind; so many breasts, so many flowers, and those bums...
"So let's go fetch it," suggested Hermione.
"Hm?"asked Harry who was still deliciously distracted.
"The Time Turner," Hermione pointed out. "Let's go get it so you can put it back."
"Oh, yeah," he said, trying to push the wonderful images out of his mind. "We may have a problem."
"What is it?" she asked.
"I ran into Moody. He told me that the Department has loads of wards around it," he answered. "Really tough ones."
"Well, obviously we were able to bypass them because you have the Time Turner,"Hermione said aloud.
"Yes, I've got it right here," he said and pulled the golden device from his pocket, holding it in front of himself.
"Well, then, clearly we were able to figure out what the wards were and how to slip by them," she said. Hermione worried her lip and went into one of her 'deep thought modes.' "What kind of wards are we dealing with? Clearly a number of Major Repelling and Detection Wards along with Defensive and Offensive ones."
As Hermione tried to work out a plan, Harry eyed the Time Turner dangling from his fist. Hermione was right, they had somehow gotten the Turner, but how did they do it? He held the evidence that proved that whatever they did had worked. They were able to face anything the wards threw at them and they had not been captured. But what had they done?
Hermione's face began to grow pale. "We're dealing with top ward casters, the best the Ministry has to offer. That means we have a major problem. It'll take hours, maybe even days, to try to figure out what types of wards they have, much less bypass them. Obviously, time isn't an issue. Since we got the Time Turner, we can always go back in time. But it still can take us days.
"And then there's the normal security," she added nervously. "We'll have to deal with patrols of witches and wizards so we'll have to remain under your Cloak the entire time. And what if Moody is one of the ones patrolling? I mean, he has no trouble at all in seeing through your Cloak. Oh, goodness, how will we ever get the Time Turner?"
"Here, take it," Harry said offering the Turner. Hermione looked at him suspiciously. "Listen, I already have it. We don't have to risk ourselves trying to nick it. This is the safest way."
"Your right," she agreed and took the Time Turner.
Then, an odd thought came to Harry.
"Wait, I just gave you the Time Turner," he said and Hermione nodded. "But that was the Time Turner you gave me, or will give me, to return..."
"Yes,"said Hermione.
"But where did it come from?" he asked. "I mean, it turns out I gave you the Time Turner that you gave me so that I could give to you."
Pressure and pain started to form behind Harry's eyes as he continued on this train of thought.
"The only reason you have the Time Turner is because I gave it to you. You never took it from the Department because I gave you one instead. But the one I just gave you is the one I got from you, I mean; you'll give to me so I could give it to you."
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Hermione tried to comfort him.
"But where did this Time Turner come from?" he asked as the pain in his head grew rapidly. "It didn't come from the Department. It came from me... but I got it from you... and you got it from me."
"It's okay, Harry."
The headache began to pound wildly, almost rattling his skull. The perplexing question of how the Time Turner came to be racked his mind. When he started out on this little trip into the past, he assumed that he would be standing next to Hermione in the Department of Mysteries, then, the moment after she would've picked up the past version of the device, Harry was going to place the future version in its place. He had reckoned that there'd be two copies of the Time Turner, one that Hermione picked up and the one Harry replaced. But now, he was realizing that there was only one Time Turner: the one Harry took in the past and gave to Hermione... the same device that Hermione gave to Harry so that he could go back in time to give to her... to give to him... so that he could give to her...
"How was it made? Did someone make the Time Turner? You didn't make it and Ididn't. No, but it's still here, as if it just popped into existence. But that's not possible. So it can't exist. But there you are, holding it in your hand." Harry babbled.
"It was created by a time paradox," Hermione explained while she tucked the Time Turner into her pocket. "A fluke in time caused the Time Turner to exist; our actions created this item."
"But if you're right, we couldn't have done the things we did to create the Turner if we didn't have the Time Turner in the first place," he argued. He felt as if his eyes were about to melt because of the massive headache. "How could we have used the Time Turner if it wasn't real when we used it because we created it?" Harry was suddenly reminded of the old puzzle about the chicken and the egg but to an extreme level.
"I know it's very confusing, but just accept the knowledge that the Time Turner was created by a paradox." Hermione tried to explain.
"That's right, you, and a few other versions of you, said something about it all happened from a paradox," Harry said and he rubbed the sides of his head. "ow."
"Go back to Hogwarts, see Pomfrey and get a headache potion," commanded Hermione.
"No, Ihave one," he said and pulled the glass vial from his robes. "You made one for me because you knew this would happened."
After downing it in one gulp, Hermione asked "Do you feel any better?"
"Yeah."
"Good, now let's head back to the castle," she said and took his arm in hers. "Once we get there, I'll go back in time an hour so no one will miss me and you hide in the spare room until we're all done. And try not to think about the how the Time Turner came to be."
~*~
Several days later, Harry was enjoying dinner in the Great Hall with Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville.
"So, Harry what are your plans for Christmas?" Ron asked, again, with his mouth full of partially masticated food. "We're going to have a big one. Charlie and Bill will be there, along with Fleur and her folks, Luna and her dad'll be there too."
"Well, I think he should come with me to my folks this year," Hermione offered.
"Hey, you and your folks can come to the Burrow, too," suggested Ron. To which Hermione just rolled her eyes. Oblivious to many things including Hermione's disapproval, Ron turned to Neville and suggested "Why don't you and your Gran come to our place?"
"NO!"Ginny blurted out a response. Trying to recover, the red haired witch quickly added, "I mean, no, it's too soon in our relationship to have our three families over for Christmas dinner."
"What do you mean/ 'our three families'/?" Luna asked. Ginny balked, realizing that she had just hinted that she was carrying Neville's baby and that she had referred to her family, herself, Neville, and the baby, along with the Weasleys and Longbottoms. Luna pressed "Did you mean the Weasleys, Longbottoms, and my family? But Fleur's family would make four."
"YES! That's it exactly!" cheered Ginny, thinking that Luna had provided a way out of her faux pas. "I'm just a dunderhead for forgetting Fleur."
While their friends continued to talk amongst themselves, Hermione asked Harry, "So, I can take it that you'll be coming to my parents' home this holiday?"
Remembering the horrific time he had during dinner with Hermione's parents, where both her mum and dad disapproved of their relationship, Harry tried to find a gentle way of telling his girlfriend that he had no intention of voluntarily going though that again. But before he could voice his protest, Professor McGonagall stood and made an announcement.
"Attention everyone," she called out. "I know there have been a number of rumors flying around about a student returning. Many of you are concerned, but let me assure you that this young wizard has changed."
Harry gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. He didn't think McGonagall truly understood what she was doing. Despite her reassurance that Malfoy had changed, Harry didn't agree. Malfoy was a Death Eater; he helped kill Dumbledore and nothing could change that in Harry's mind.
"I ask that you all give him a chance," continued McGonagall. "And I know his reintroduction into the castle will be... unconventional. But he requested it and I felt obligated to fulfill his wish," McGonagall paused to look over the crowd, and gave her saucy wink directly at Harry. The young wizard shivered over the notion of what that wink could mean.
"Let's all welcome Draco Malfoy back to Hogwarts!" announced McGonagall.
Suddenly, red, green, yellow, and blue lights flashed from the ceiling in rhythm to athundering low bass beat and rapid high screeching beeps. The doors to the Great Hall flew open and smoke billowed in. All the flashing lights pivoted and pointed at the now open door. Then Draco walked in. Well, danced into the Great Hall in tune to the music, more correctly.
The blond wizard shook and swayed his hips as he hopped and spun down the center of the Hall. Throwing his arms up in theatrical triumph, Draco beamed a glorious smile. The flashing lights reflected and sparkled off of the jewels stitched into the fabric of his shimmering pink robes.
"Goodness,"muttered Hermione. "When'd he become gay?"
Harry looked at Draco in disbelief. Malfoy wasn't gay. Why would Hermione think such a thing? Then the blond Slytherin turned, looked directly at Harry, winked at the raven haired wizard and blew him a kiss. Harry thought it was some sort of elaborate joke, that Malfoy was mocking Harry. But then Harry recalled McGonagall's statement that Draco had changed. And her saucy wink. At that moment, Harry realized that Draco was not joking nor was his wink and blown kiss done out of mockery.
"Holy shit," he muttered in fear.
"HELL-O-O-O-O EVERY ONE!" Draco shouted with a lisp, which was odd considering there were no"s" sounds in his greeting. "I'M BACK!" To emphasize this point, the former Prince of Slytherin shoved out his bottom. Of course, his buttocks were pointing straight at Harry.
"Holy shit," repeated Harry.
"I'm inviting everyone," Draco said flamboyantly and eyeing Harry, "to stay over the Winter Holiday here at Hogwarts. I've planned a welcome back party. We'll have games and punch!"
Somehow, Harry knew that Draco's ideas of games involved getting Harry alone in acupboard with some body-oil and introducing 'Draco, Jr.' to Harry's /'no-go-hole'/'.
"That's a brilliant idea," Harry said to Hermione. "Let's go to your folks for the break."
Harry suddenly realized that he'd rather face the ire of his potential future in-laws than spend a night in the same castle as Draco.
~*~
Over the next week, Harry kept busy by staying away from Draco. Whenever Harry passed Draco, the brave Gryffindor would duck behind something (a statue or tapestry) or someone (usually Hermione) in order to hide his courageous self. Thankfully, Malfoy had not joined the other seventh years in class yet; he was busy trying to catch up on the lessons he had missed. If he had shared lessons with his peers, Harry had a plan in order to avoid any unnecessary or uncomfortable contact. Our hero planned to bravely arrive five minutes late to each lesson that he shared with the Slytherin so that he wouldn't bump shoulders with Malfoy as they entered. Harry would also leave class early, sneaking out under his Cloak, for the same reason.
At first Hermione had criticized Harry for his irrational fear of Draco. "Just because he's come out of the closet doesn't mean he's going to violate you,"she had argued. Then she saw the love letters that Draco had been slipping under the door of the Head Students quarters. She had gotten as far as "... I want you to pull back my foreskin and..." before she realized that Harry's irrational fear was actually quite rational.
One day, as Draco pranced down the corridor and Harry hid behind Hermione, the brunette witch asked, "Draco's a marked Death Eater, how'd you suppose he was able to overcome the pain of the Morgy Ritual? I mean, we sent over a hundred running for help. Why didn't he end up at St Mungo's like the others?"
"Don't know," Harry whispered, dreading that Draco might hear him.
"Oh hell," cursed Hermione. "I just remembered. Snape's on our side."
"And?"
"And he's a marked Death Eater. That means he suffered from the Morgy Ritual as well."
"Good."
"Harry, we should have warned him," protested Hermione.
"Why?"
"Because he's working for us," she explained. "He's helping us hunt Horcruxes. We should have warned him that we were planning an attack against all of the Death Eaters."
"And just how were we supposed to do that?" asked Harry. "I can't just send him apost now can I?
"'Dear Snape,
We're planning on hurting the lot of you. Hope you don't mind.
Yours truly,
Harry and Hermione.'" mocked Harry.
"We could have tried," she persisted.
"No, we couldn't," Harry countered. "If someone had intercepted our note, Snape would be revealed and most likely killed."
"Oh,"Hermione breathed.
"Is that Harry Potter?" an effeminate voice called out.
Harry and Hermione looked in horror as Draco skipped toward them, waving his arms about frantically.
"Run,"Harry ordered, dragging Hermione behind him as they bolted around the corner.
~*~
After Hermione placed a simple Glamour Charm on her eyes to change them back to their previous brown (Harry was still paranoid that Hermione's parents would be furious over the "Sorry I shagged your eyes green" incident), the young couple began packing for their stay at her parents' house.
"Do Ihave to go?" whimpered Harry. The thought of how upset her parents were when they had found out that Harry and Hermione were having a physical relationship made the young wizard second guess his decision to visit the Grangers.
"You can stay here," she offered as she folded up several pairs of his socks. "Of course then you'd be risking your virtue with Draco milling about."
"Let me help you with that," offered Harry, and placed several of his pullovers into the suitcase.
~*~
The train ride to King's Cross was uneventful; uneventful to everyone except for Ginny that is.
"Why is the damn train jostling so much," the red haired witch said peevishly while her complexion turned a nasty green.
Ginny vomited four times in total. Three of those times, she had made it to the loo. Her fourth wasn't so lucky. Neither was Ron, who was the proud owner of the lap that his sister got sick on.
"What's your problem?" Ron demanded while he tried to clean the sick from his robes and trousers.
"It's not me," Ginny said, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve. "The bloody train's bouncing too much."
"Well, it's not bouncing more than it normally does," Ron pointed out.
One shared looked with Hermione told Harry that his girlfriend was thinking the same thing as he was/; "Ginny's baby doesn't like to travel."/
~*~
If Harry was hoping that Hermione's parents had grown more accepting of their relationship, his hopes were dashed when Richard, Hermione's father, greeted the young wizard by asking "Have you enjoyed molesting my princess?"
The car ride to Hermione's began politely, despite Richard's greeting. For fifteen minutes, Hermione and her parents talked and talked. Harry, sagely, decided not to tempt the elder Grangers' ire by attempting to join in on the conversation. Then without warning, Fiona asked her daughter flatly,"Hermione, are you using protection?"
"Of course I am, mother," Hermione replied, clearly offended that her mother thought such a thing.
"Don't give me attitude, young lady," her mother snapped. "I don't know what types of precautions you have in the magical world and how effective they are."
"They're very effective," informed Hermione.
"Oh really? Tell me, does that red head girl you got off the train with use protection?" demanded Fiona.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"I can tell she's pregnant," Fiona said hotly. "Do you use the same protection she used?"
"How can you tell Ginny's pregnant?" Hermione inquired. "She isn't showing, is she?"
"I'm amum, I don't need to see a bump to tell when someone's with child."
"It's that particular shade of green she had about her," Richard grumbled, obviously angry that he was forced to be in close proximity to the person responsible for deflowering his princess. "Your mother got that way whenever we would travel back when she had you."
Harry felt very sorry for Ginny. If Fiona, who only had one child, could tell from adistance with one look that Ginny was pregnant, certainly Mrs. Weasley, who had seven children, would find out. Harry suspected that he would be able to hear Mrs. Weasley screaming at her daughter halfway across the country.
"So, answer the question, young lady. Do you and that girl use the same type of protection?" Fiona asked again.
"No, Iuse a better one. More reliable," Hermione lied. Clearly she didn't want to admit to her mother that she did use the same charm Ginny had used but the fact that Neville was so overly-endowed that he was able to physically bypass the seaman repellent charm by pushing through Ginny's cervix. There are some things one cannot discus with one's parents. That definitely includes "My friend's boyfriend makes Hippogriffs feel inadequate."
/ /When they got to the house, Richard sweetly said to his daughter "Your room's just the way you left it, princess." He then turned to Harry and pointed to the couch. "You'll be sleeping there," he ordered with a considerable decline in the sweetness factor.
"Dad, we share the same bed at school," protested Hermione.
Richard turned white then flashed red in less than two seconds.
"Not in my house you don't," he said angrily.
"Hermione, dear, it would be irresponsible for us as your parents to allow you to fornicate under our roof. Especially while you two are just dating," her mother explained. On the surface, her voice was calm and cool, but there was an angry and venomous edge hidden just bellow the calm. "Perhaps when, or if, you marry, we might allow it."
"Over my dead body," grumbled Richard while staring daggers at Harry.
"Until then, we will not allow you to do such things," concluded Fiona.
~*~
The day before Christmas, Harry had to get out of the Granger house. He and Hermione had been there for three days and they hadn't been left alone for even a second. Her mum and dad were watching the young couple like hungry vultures. If Harry attempted to kiss his girlfriend, one or both of her parents would make a noise (like a cough or a threat of bodily harm) and glower at them.
On the second night, Hermione tried to protest to her mother after the matriarch forced her daughter from giving Harry an innocent kiss.
"Mum, I've done a whole lot more than just kiss him," the brunette witch had dared to say.
"Well, you shouldn't have, and now you're paying the price," her mother said firmly.
"Mum,"Hermione started to argue.
"What you did was rash and foolish," Fiona chastised. "You should've waited before you moved your relationship ahead like that."
"But mum, you were involved in a three-"
"Don't give me that! It was the seventies, things like that happened," Fiona said, using the same excuse that Hermione had used when she had told Harry about the infamous "Tumbleweed Dance" incident.
Because of all the tension in the air and the fact that he hadn't shopped for Hermione yet, Harry apparated to the Leaky Cauldron so that he could pick up some gifts at Diagon Alley.
As he walked through the dimly lit pub, Harry took notice of a group of wizards sitting at a nearby table. Most of them had their heads hanging low, but one wizard was beaming happily.
"Why so glum, fellows?" the happy wizard asked his peers.
"Why so chipper?" one asked bitterly in response.
Curious as to what these wizards were talking about and why most of them were so down, Harry slowed his pace so that he could overhear the conversation.
"Obviously, you didn't catch the Prophet the other day and the great news it reported," the happy wizard stated.
"Yeah, we did," a sour looking wizard countered. "What's to be happy about?"
"One hundred and ten Death Eaters captured, my boys," the nearly euphoric wizard declared. "This war is about to end."
"One hundred and ten out of how many? Two hundred? Four hundred? A thousand?" a wizard asked with a frighten frown. "No one knows how many followers You Know Who has. He may have so many that a hundred Death Eaters might mean nothing to him."
"And don't forget about the giants or werewolves," another pale faced wizard added. "You Know Who's still got loads of them following him."
The formerly happy wizard suddenly turned pale with fright.
"It's gotten so bad, I can't concentrate on my work," one wizard added.
"Work? Hell, I can't concentrate on my life," a wizard whose hands trembled stated. "Last night, while in bed with the missus, I couldn't even sleep much less anything else but worry about Death Eaters or giants busting through my door to kill everyone."
"You're over exaggerating a bit aren't you?" the formerly cheerful wizard asked. The tone of his voice told Harry that the wizard was hoping that his peers would say at any moment that they were joking and that the situation wasn't so dire.
"My second-cousin, his wife, and two kids were slaughtered last week," someone offered. "Ever since then, I haven't slept a wink. I'm always looking out the window for some attacking force."
As the conversation continued down into despair, Harry made his way to the entrance to Diagon Alley. As the bricks stretched out of the way, a bothersome thought entered his mind; by all rights, everyone should be happy if not elated that scores of Death Eaters were now in custody. Harry and Hermione had done agreat service to wizarding kind by performing the Morgy Ritual... and a great service to themselves because the sex was great, too. But for some reason, people were still frightened.
As Harry made his way to Gringott's to pick up some money, he noticed that Diagon Alley wasn't particularly full; only a handful of wizards and witches could be seen. He had expected that it would be jammed with people rushing to buy last minute gifts like he was doing. Sadly, Harry now knew why there weren't many people about. Just like the wizards in the pub, people were still dreadfully afraid of the war. The fear of Voldemort and his Death Eaters and what they might do had seeped into and affected every aspect of their lives. This was so unlike his fellow students at Hogwarts; they were bright and chipper. The war had not affected them, not to the extent of the adults outside of the school.
The first place Harry stopped after fetching some gold was Flourish and Blotts to pick up a few books for Hermione (in that aspect, his girlfriend was very easy to shop for - any book would be a cherished gift). Then he paid a visit to alittle curio shop to buy something for the Grangers. He looked at statues, but stayed away from anything "Princess" related (he didn't want to give Hermione's father a chance to say something like; "Oh this statue of a beautiful princess hasn't been violated by some hooligan."). After buying a magical statue of a rose that would blossom every morning, Harry decided he'd buy something special for Hermione, something very personal that he'd give to her in private.
"Oh, hello Harry," Alicia Spinnet greeted him as he entered the shop. "Welcome back to Franklin's of Cardiff."
"Hi, Alicia," Harry said with a smile.
"Did Hermione like the lingerie you bought her?"she asked. "I always suspected that she had a 'Hello Kitty' fetish."
Recalling that he had not been brave enough to give his girlfriend the bra and knickers that had the cartoon cat stitched in strategic places, Harry muttered, "I forgot about those."
"So, you're Christmas shopping for your witch today?" Alicia asked. "We have some very nice holiday themed knickers. They're called/ 'gift-wrapped boxes.'/"
"Actually, I was thinking about... uh... toys," Harry said with a touch of embarrassment.
"It's always the brainy ones," Alicia said and her smile broadened.
"Tell me about it," he said and felt his face heat up even more.
"Did you need some help or did you want to browse around a bit?"
"Um, browse," he replied.
As Harry shuffled to the back of the shop to where the toys were kept, Alicia said "Just give me a shout if you need any help."
After thirty minutes of shopping; placing several items back on the shelf only to pick them up again, Harry walked up to the counter and placed the dozen or so toys in front of Alicia.
"Wow, she really is kinky?" Alicia said, clearly impressed at the number of products Harry had selected.
"Yeah," Harry said, unable to make eye contact.
Alicia rang the first three items up. Then she pointed to the fourth and asked "Have you used anything like that yet?"
"No, not yet," Harry said while looking around the shop, hoping that no one could see what he was purchasing. Even though the shop was devoid of other customers, he was still nervous.
"You must tell me if it's fun," she said and placed the cardboard tube that contained the fourth item into a paper bag.
"Um, sure," he said as politely as he could without blushing.
As Alicia continued to tally up the many toys, Harry took notice of a number of books behind the counter. Knowing that books were always welcomed for Hermione, Harry looked them over. Many of them had to do with beauty, make-up and hair, a few dealt with celebrities, but oddly, only three books covered sex and intimacy. Harry had assumed that a shop like this would be overflowing with books on such things.
"I see that you're checking out our sex-book collection," Alicia said following his gaze. "Don't waste your time. One deals exclusively with/ 'the joys of the missionary position.' /It's the most prudish sex-book I've ever heard about. The other two are more than fifty years-old and only cover a few simple positions, nothing fun."
"I'm surprised," Harry said and finally made eye-contact with the witch. "I would've reckoned a place like this would have loads of books."
"No one's written one in a while," she said. "Not worth reading anyway."
Harry pondered over the idea of copying his 'special book' and passing it out. It was old, like two of the books the shop had, but it was dead helpful - not just with sex either, the book had some useful spells and whatnot.
"Well, that'll be thirty-five galleons, eight sickles, and twenty-seven knuts, please," Alicia said and pushed the bag to Harry.
"Shouldn't it be more?"
"I gave you the employee discount. You're the first sale I've had in weeks let alone the only customer in days. No one's even bothering to come in anymore. Everyone is so preoccupied that sex is the last thing on their mind," Alicia said with a touch of disappointment. "Preoccupied isn't the right way to describe it. Scared is more like it."
"If I'm the only customer you've had in a while, you guys must be hurting financially," Harry said, trying to steer the conversation away from the war. "I don't want to take any money away from you, especially if nothing is coming in. Besides, I don't like taking things I don't think I've earned. And getting a discount just because I'm the only one here doesn't feel right."
"Okay then, let's make a deal; you keep the discount but you have to do something in return, that way you will have earned it," Alicia smiled sweetly at Harry and reached in the bag to pull out the mystery toy hidden in the tube. "But you must tell me how this works out, okay? I've been eyeing this for weeks but I'm a little curious to find out if it's any good or not."
If this had happened a few months previously, Harry would've been floored in embarrassment. The idea of someone asking him such a personal question would have left him flabbergasted. But now, after nearly every student and at least some of the teachers at Hogwarts had seen him and Hermione have sex (a lot), Harry was quite surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed. In fact, his previous shame over buying sex-toys disappeared as well.
With alopsided grin, Harry said, "I'll owl you the first chance I get."
He waved his wand over the bag, shrinking it and its contents to the size of amatchbox. Giving his former housemate and Quidditch partner a wave goodbye, Harry walked out of the shop.
~*~
That night, Harry, Hermione, and her parents had a special dinner made up of ham and all the trimmings. Like the last time he had visited the Grangers, Richard, Fiona, and Hermione had wine whereas Harry was only allowed milk.
Harry and Hermione were asked (okay, ordered) to sit at the opposite ends of the table. These spots, traditionally held by the parents, were given to the young lovers, clearly to put as much distance away from one another.
Throughout the dinner, Richard continuously glared threateningly at Harry while the older man stabbed and speared his food as if subconsciously trying to stab and spear Harry in effigy. Fiona did a bang up job of pretending that Harry wasn't there much less even alive.
Remembering his mistake of not eating his meal the first time he visited and how upset Richard was, Harry forced himself to eat. As he ate his meal, Fiona (whose back was turned to Harry) was having a pleasant conversation with Hermione.
"Have you learned anything exciting, dear?" she asked her daughter. "I do so love some of the things you can do with magic."
Hermione brightened. A smile graced her lips, one that her parents seemed to believe was sweet and innocent. However, Harry had come to realize that the particular smile Hermione had meant that was preparing to do something naughty. He gulped in fear.
Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket, waved it around almost theatrically, and incanted "/"Loninquitas Amorus!"/
"eep,"murmured Harry. Being the creator of the spell Hermione had just incanted, Harry knew what was about to happen and knew that he was about to enter a whole world of trouble.
"Nothing happened, dear," Richard commented.
"Oh, silly me, I messed up the incantation," she said and her not-so-innocent smile widened. She waved her wand again and said "Saltatus Candelabrum!"
The two candle-sticks that adorned the table jumped in the air and began to spin and dance two feet above Richard and Fiona's heads.
"That's simply lovely," Fiona said in wide eyed wonder. Richard, was transfixed as well, nodded his head in agreement.
While her parents' attention was on the flying candle-sticks, Hermione snatched a pad of butter with her left hand. Before she lowered her hand and hid it under the table, Harry could see her fingers flexing into and relaxing from a fist, spreading the smeared butter over her palm and fingers.
Harry shook his head and silently begged Hermione with a pleading look in his eyes not to continue with her plan. If her parents discovered what she was doing, they'd certainly be furious. The twinkle in her eyes told Harry that he was adead man.
Then, he felt it. Harry could feel Hermione's greasy fingers stroke his flaccid organ. Thanks to the charm Harry himself had created (the Long Distance Love Charm)Hermione was beginning to give him a magical hand-job from six feet away. Despite his fear and dread of being discovered by the elder Grangers, Harry's penis was more than eager for a romp. It didn't matter to 'Harry, Jr.'/what dire trouble was going on; the walls could be crumbling down around Harry's ears and 'Harry, Jr.'/ would be up for a go with Hermione. He could feel his member grow and swell, stretching down his trouser leg. Much like how a snake burrows in the earth.
Richard's attentions snapped from the candles to Harry. At first Harry had feared that Hermione's father had discovered that his daughter was using magic to stimulate Harry and that the young wizard had a raging hard on as he sat at the table. At any moment, Harry expected Richard's hands around his throat.
"So, what are your intentions with my daughter?" he demanded.
"Sir?"asked Harry. Hermione took this awkward opportunity to give Harry a squeeze. In Response, Harry sat bolt straight in his chair.
Evidently, Richard took this motion that Harry was being polite and attentive, not that his daughter was magically playing with the boy's cock. "I asked; what are your intentions with Hermione? Do you plan on dumping her now that you've gotten into her skirt?"
"Daddy,"chastised Hermione. Clearly, she wasn't overly upset with her father's attitude because at that moment, she gave Harry a long, firm stroke. All the way from the base, up to his crown, and back down again.
"No, Hermione, your father and I have the right to know," Fiona insisted and finally turned to face Harry.
"Can you at least be gentle with him?" asked Hermione as she rolled her thumb over'Harry, Jr.'s head.
"Just for you, princess," her father agreed. Obviously, he was still wrapped around his little girl's pinky on some level.
Smiling, Hermione moved her other hand so that it too disappeared under the table. The next second, Harry could feel Hermione's hand massaging his testicles while the other continued to slowly stroke him.
"Well, sir... and ma'am..." Harry fidgeted in his seat. Beads of sweat popped up all over his face. Luckily, the Grangers assumed that he was sweating because he was in the hot seat so to speak, not because Hermione was wanking him. "I intend to marry her."
"What? Now?" asked Richard while chuckling in a mocking way.
"You're a bit young to get married," added Fiona. "You're not just saying that in hopes that we'll accept your relationship are you?"
Harry bit his lip. He knew that Hermione was getting off on this, making him so uncomfortable. And the only way she'd stop was when he climaxed.
"Please cum," Harry muttered softly, praying this would end soon.
"What was that?" Fiona asked.
"Um... err.. no, ma'am. I will marry her... just not now... come when we have things settled... jobs and whatnot," Harry said, trying to recover from his slip of the tongue.
"Well, what would you say if we won't accept that you want to marry Hermione?" Richard asked.
Harry was having difficulty not only speaking coherently, but also from not overtly fidgeting in his seat. Hermione was stroking him at a slow and agonizing rate. He felt almost compelled to thrust his hips forward, to urge her to pick up her pace.
"Not really your choice," Harry said boldly. Well, it would've been bold if he had comprehended what he was saying. He was so focused on the hand-job and not alerting Hermione's parents to it that he didn't fully comprehend just what he was saying beyond not blurting out 'Your daughter's rubbing one out of me.' "I'll marry Hermione whether you like it or not."
Both Richard and Fiona were visibly taken back. If Harry had not been so preoccupied with the magical hand-job, he would've wondered if the elder Grangers had done so because they were impressed with his bravery or if they had taken offense at his brashness. On the other hand, Hermione seemed to be impressed by Harry's words because she began to rub him faster. If their attention had not been so fixed on Harry, Richard and Fiona would have been perplexed by Hermione; her hands were moving so fast that she was rocking her arms.
"She is my sunshine," Harry muttered, still not comprehending what he was saying. "I live for her."
Fiona's expression suddenly softened whereas Richard demanded of Harry "Why are you glowing?"
"He does that when he thinks about pure love," Hermione said with a rosy bloom to her cheeks. She was grinning from ear to ear, as if basking in the golden light. "Harry's power comes from love and whenever he focuses or thinks about true love, he throws off light. It makes anyone in the light feel good and happy, even loved. I saw him turn a foul painting into a... well, she became nicer... well less of a bitch."
"Oh,"Richard asked as his expression softened like his wife's. For a few moments, Richard and Fiona shared an understanding look. Finally, Fiona offered; "Well, maybe we've been a little too rough on you."
They may have come to this conclusion because they accepted Harry and Hermione's love (on a very small scale, mind you, a scale that included no touching) or because the glow that Harry was throwing off made them feel happy and therefore a little more forgiving.
"OH THANK GOD!" cried Harry.
"Now don't get ahead of yourself, young man," Richard said sternly while wagging afinger at him. "We still aren't giving you permission to fool around, especially under our roof."
As his loving glow subsided, Harry nodded his head in acceptance. To be honest, he hadn't cried out because of what Fiona had said. He had done so because he had finally climaxed and shot his load down his trouser leg. But Hermione's parents didn't need to know that.
"Let's clear this up," Fiona said while gesturing to the dinner plates, "so that we can move onto dessert."
"I've got it, mum," Hermione said and waved her wand. With a small whoosh sound, the plates took to the air and flew into the kitchen. Another flick of her wand and a chocolate cake floated out of the kitten and glided on the table.
"Oh, that looks wonderful," Richard said in appreciation of the cake.
"Hermione made it," Fiona said as she began to cut up the dessert.
Harry gave Hermione a questioning look. He knew for a fact (thanks to her failed attempts at making a cake for Ron) that Hermione could not cook. In response, Hermione gave Harry a look that told him that she cherished what he had said about how he felt for her and that she would show him this appreciation by shagging his brains out in a short matter of time. It really didn't answer his question of whether or not she had made the cake, but he didn't mind -especially since he was about to get his brains shagged out.
After giving out equal portions to all at the table, everyone began to dig in. The first bite told Harry that a House Elf had made it (it was far too moist and delicious for Hermione to have made), perhaps Dobby. Within a very short time, Hermione's parents had started on their second helpings.
"I really shouldn't," Fiona said as she scooped up a forkful. "But it's so delicious."
Harry had to agree; it was a very good dessert. But under the chocolate, he could taste an odd flavor he didn't normally associate with chocolate cake. It was by no means unpleasant, but it was unexpected.
With aclank, Hermione's parents dropped their forks after they finished their second helping onto their empty plates. They looked at each other with dark and heavy lidded eyes.
"Well, I'm off to bed," Fiona said breathily. Slowly, she rose up from her seat and sauntered to the hallway, swaying her hips as she went. As she walked away, Harry noticed where Hermione had inherited her wonderful bottom from. The older Granger woman turned and looked at her husband. "Care to join me, Richard?"
"Um, yes," Hermione's father nearly sputtered his response. He stood and Harry had to avert his eyes. Apparently, Richard had liked the cake so much that he had become aroused.
Richard began to follow his wife out of the dining room when he stopped and said to Hermione and Harry "We're turning in early. This doesn't mean you two are allowed-" he began to lecture when Fiona called out:
"RICHARD, GET UP HERE NOW!"
Completely forgetting what he had been planning on saying, Hermione's father dashed out of the room and his footsteps thundered up the stairs. A second later, Harry heard a door slam shut.
"What the hell is up with them?" Harry asked. Then for some unknown reason, 'Harry, Jr.' started to wake up again. He was about to congratulate himself on his virility when he saw the knowing smile on Hermione's lips.
"What did you do?" he asked, knowing that she was up to something.
Hermione took her time to answer. She ate another bite of the cake, working it slowly in her mouth. While she chewed, Harry felt himself rise to his full hardness.
"You spiked the cake?" he asked.
"No, Ihad Dobby spike it," she corrected. "While you were shopping today, I popped over to Hogwarts and had Dobby whip up this dessert. Knowing that mum and dad were a little tense, I added something to help them relax."
"What did you add?"
"A few dosages of Lust and Stamina Potions," she said with sweet innocence. "They'll be going at it like Ron and Luna on an all night sex romp."
"Wait, we ate the cake too," Harry pointed out.
"Well, I guess that means we'll be going at it like Ron and Luna as well."
"Good point," agreed Harry. "Let's head to your room."
Walking up the stairs while/ 'Harry, Jr.' /was more than ready to play was alittle painful and downright uncomfortable. The organ kept getting pinched as he climbed the stairs. The loud moans coming from Hermione's parents' room told Harry that they weren't about to stick their heads out to see who was coming up the stairs. So, to alleviate his discomfort, Harry paused and freed his friend.
"My, Ithink I may have used a little too much Lust Potion," commented Hermione wryly as she looked at the organ jutting out of her boyfriend's trousers.
As they passed the room where Richard and Fiona were making love like sex starved teens, Hermione magically locked their door. Once they were in Hermione's room the brunette witch waved her wand again, casting a Silencing Charm.
"You were a bad witch down there," Harry said. "Wanking me off in front of your parents and then spiking the desserts. Very bad."
"How bad?" she asked. By the look in her eyes, Harry could tell that she was ready to pounce.
"Bad enough to be punished."
"I had hoped so," she said, smiling. "Will I be paddled?"
"No."
"No?"she asked with a shocked expression. "I think I deserved to be spanked. In fact, I demand it."
"Too bad," Harry said flatly. "I have a different idea for punishment."
Harry pulled his wand out and conjured a big squashy chair. As he sat down, Hermione asked "Is my punishment going to be in the form of a blow-job?"
"No, you will get on your bed and pleasure yourself," Harry informed. "While Iwatch."
"How about you masturbate while I do the same," she offered. "That way I can see you pleasure yourself as I pleasure myself."
"And if you hadn't been a bad witch I'd happily agree to that," Harry returned and crossed his legs. He was trying to look reserved and sophisticated, an added visual element to the whole scenario. But having his naked and erect organ jutting out of his lap somewhat ruined the effect. "You were naughty, and this is your punishment."
"Have it your way," Hermione shrugged.
She crawled onto her bed and slowly removed her top. Her skirt was next to be flung to the side after being removed. One glance and Harry was able to confirm the Lust Potion Hermione had spiked the cake with was affecting her as well; her nipples threatened to poke through her bra and a wet patch could easily be seen on her knickers. After discarding her bra, the brunette witch teased her nipples.
"I bet that you won't be able to hold out; you'll jump me in less than five minutes,"she dared while tracing circles around her hard nubs with her fingertips.
"You're on," he replied, taking the challenge. "If I win - and by win I mean I won't wank myself or jump on you until after you cum - I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the night."
"Within reason," Hermione said, giving her nipples a pinch.
"What do you consider/ 'within reason'/?" he asked, resisting the urge to help Hermione tweak her nipples.
"I don't want to be hanging halfway out the window shouting 'Fuck me harder Harry, fuck me harder!' or anything like that."
"Gotcha, no dangling out of windows," Harry agreed. "What if you win?"
"I watch you masturbate," she said and then added; "And if you win - which you won't - you definitely can't take me into the hall and bang me while I'm leaning up against my mum and dad's door."
"I think you're stalling," Harry stated. His girlfriend was about to protest, but he clicked his fingers and ordered, "Enough dawdling, start fingering 'Miss Nibbles.'"
Her fingers hooked around the sides of her knickers and she tugged them down. In aslow and deliberate tease, Hermione dragged the tips of her fingers all over her lower half without touching any of the fun parts. She was smiling, knowing that it was driving Harry mad.
Sitting on his chair, Harry watched with a mask of bemusement; which was rather difficult for the young wizard. What he wanted to do was shout at Hermione"WOULD YOU STICK A FINGER IN ALREADY!" He knew, however, that if would do this, it would just egg his lover on and she would continue to tease him until he lost his cool and jumped her; thereby losing the bet. So he forced himself to sit there, watching in a false patient manner.
"Oh God," Hermione breathed out when her fingers (/'finally' /thought Harry)brushed against her clit. She began making circular motions with her forefinger on the bud. The wicked smile that had been adorning her face disappeared. It was now replaced with a slack mouth and half-shut eyes.
As he watched (which he was doing very intently), Harry saw that Hermione was very turned on. He pondered whether this was so because of the Lust Potion or if his girlfriend really liked being watched. As Hermione pinched her clit, he came to assume that it was the latter.
While Hermione slid a finger in, 'Harry, Jr.' /looked up at Harry with a tear in its eye. The organ was begging Harry to get up from the chair and give Hermione a hand... or better yet; a penis. Harry tried to console his member and say that he had a plan and if they played their cards right, they could have a lot of fun with Hermione. But 'Harry, Jr.' /was impatient and it wanted to have fun right then, Harry's plans be damned. Harry almost caved when Hermione took her free hand and pushed her middle finger into her bottom. The happy squeal she made nearly shattered his resolve.
When Hermione asked, between rapid pants "Touch yourself, Harry," the wizard slipped and he placed his hand on his member. His need for her had grown desperate. But he screwed up his courage and let go of 'Harry, Jr.'. He wanted to be in win this bet.
Several agonizing long minutes later (well, agonizing for Harry because he felt like he was about to explode but Hermione enjoyed those minutes completely) Hermione reached ecstasy.
"I can't believe you made it," commented Hermione breathily.
"I won," Harry said and stood. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the shrunken bag of goodies he had bought at Franklin's. "I was going to give you these when we got back to the castle, but I figure why not now?"
He waved his wand over the bag, canceling the Shrinking Charm. From her seat on the bed, Hermione tried to peer into the bag. "What is it?" she asked.
Harry didn't respond. However, he stuck his hand into the bag, fished around a bit, and pulled out a crimson-red ball-gag. He dangled it in midair, showing it off to Hermione. The witch's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Toys!" she squealed.
Harry placed the still full bag on the ground and walked to his lover with the gag in his hands. As he started to bring the toy to Hermione face, she said "You know I won't be able to suck you off with that in my mouth."
"Oh, woe is me. I guess I'll just have to suffer," he said lightly and put the ball in her mouth. Harry fastened the strap behind her head and walked back to the bag.
"Mrph mrrmwgink?" Hermione attempted to ask through the gag.
"If you asked where am I going, you'll see," he replied and pulled the package that Alicia had been so interested in out of the bag.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow, as if to ask what the tube contained. Harry smiled and he popped the lid off. He reached in and slowly and theatrically pulled the toy out. His finger was hooked around a red ring. Dangling from that ring was along string. Five small rubber balls, each the size of a walnut, were separated by two inches on that string.
As Hermione flung herself over and stuck out her bottom, clearly giving Harry the go-ahead to use the toy, Harry recalled how he felt for his witch. Harry loved Hermione completely. He practically worshiped her. And he was going to show that love and devotion he felt for her by pushing this toy up her bottom, ball by ball, and shagging her senseless. As the wizard began to push the first ball into her bum, the room lit up from Harry's special glow. Love is grand. |
Title: 28minutes
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Introduction:
Hot sex goes in a strange direction.
Content:
We stood on 3rd Avenue, the snow sheeting down, and I wondered how anybody could think about getting naked in this weather. Sandi and I stood on the movie line, like other couples swathed in layer after layer of clothing that almost kept the biting wind from raising goosebumps on us. Gloves, scarves, boots, hats, zipped-up coats and parkas, sweaters, and thick plaid shirts erased any evidence of sexual differentiation. We stamped our feet, stuck our hands deeper into our pockets and prayed the line would start moving faster than the frostbite that, I was sure, was rendering my fingers useless even before I got them into her panties.
Clouds of steaming breath rose into the Saturday darkness. "I hope the Chinese food's keeping you warm," I said over the top of my scarf, my breath leaving a damp spot on the edge (I wondered what other damp spots were nearby. Jiminy Christmas I was hornier than usual. Had Sandy slipped something into my General Tsao's Chicken when I was in the men's room? Maybe it was her perfume).
"Oh, that wore off a long time ago. I'm relying on internal combustion at this point," she said, only her eyes visible beneath the mummy-like wrapping.
We'd had two dates so far. We started gingerly, with a get-acquainted lunch after I answered her ad in New York magazine and she called me back. We met at a TGI Friday's in the lobby of the Empire State Building. We shared the usual first-lunch chit-chat: Her insurance job, my journalism job, my aren't the rents outrageous, she was nervous about her parents moving to Boca Raton, what'd you major in, where do you go for Passover, isn't it marvelous we both like off-off-Broadway theater? And we both liked Saturday Night Live. A lot.
"The highlight of my social life in college was Saturday Night Live," I said. "I had a little nine-inch Panasonic portable TV my mom gave me. My friends and I would sit around and watch it. This is back in the John Belushi days."
"I love that show!" she said. "Gilda Radner was my favorite. It's too bad so many of the funny people left."
"Yeah. You want to know how hard up we were for a sex life at Princeton?" I asked.
"You developed Jane Curtin fantasies?"
"No! We'd count the tampon ads. That constituted our sex lives. Pretty sick, huh?"
"Were you wild and crazy guys?"
"Frustrated and horny. We just wanted to have girlfriends."
"I would have been your girlfriend, Danny," she said. Was this a tease? I couldn't tell. "I bet we would have had fun."
I edged back in my chair. Talking about girlfriends already? I wanted to edge sex into the conversation, but something a little more serious came up. On a first lunch date!
The next Saturday, we had an early dinner then a movie, coffee and hot apple pie, then a walk to her E. 53rd Street apartment building for more coffee. I quietly scanned her studio lingering debris of a boyfriend, but saw no aftershave bottles or copies of Sports Illustrated in the magazine basket by the pull-down bed. A "Cosmopoliteddy" poster - a teddy bear on a mock Cosmo cover -- lent a daffy touch. At midnight we stood in the front door, half in, half out. We embraced, her in a sweater, me in my leather jacket still unzipped before I headed down to the cold, cold subways for the downtown train to Brooklyn. As we pulled apart she noticed a tentpole in my blue jeans.
"You did have a good time, didn't you?" Sandy said, her voice a blend of a purr and petulance.
"Can't you tell?" I grinned, pulling her closer again.
"You'll give me good dreams."
"Wet dreams, I hope."
"Naughty boy. Don't let any Brooklyn girls grab you."
"All for you my sweet."
I swooned as the train clanked downtown. Frigid New Yorkers flipped through the early edition of the "Times" and avoided eye contact. A stinky bum snored and sputtered in the corner. I didn't notice -- I was looking backward to Sandi's apartment. I could feel the curve of her body against my sweater, her perfume, holding her a foot away and looking into those hazel eyes ringed in delicate mascara. I hadn't had sex - with a woman, anyway - in over six months. I longed for the warmth, the smells, the shock of a new body before the damned complications and emotions cluttered the pure physical sensation. I liked Sandi, with her Cosmo Girl lifestyle and the Long Island honk of a voice, combined with a driving career sense. Maybe, I thought, I could manage the relationship, keep it simmering on "like a lot" without slipping a notch into "love and live together." Not yet, anyway.
At work on Monday my email binged with a message from Sandi. "Hi Danny," said the subject line. I clicked on it. She wrote, "Hi guy I really liked our date on Saturday. It was so cold but that's OK. We're tough New Yorkers, right? Oh, I forgot you're from Texas, we have to toughen you up to the winters. My parents came in for brunch yesterday and I told them we had fun (I was drinking a Mimosa and that was fun, too). Got to get back to underwriting. Kisses until NEXT SATURDAY, Sandi."
Busy workweeks kept us apart. She had client presentations, while I was busy closing the February issue of Frozen Food Focus, the trade magazine I edited. But we exchanged light, teasing emails. "I won't keep you out late, S," I wrote. "You'll be in bed by 10."
She wrote back, "Maybe EARLIER!!" That was Sandi.
Saturday came, and the express subway seemed to crawl up to Grand Central Terminal, where I hopped off and walked to her apartment and gave her a bunch of roses. "What a sweetie!" she exclaimed. I felt sheepish, but warm. And hot, wanting the evening to race by so we could get back to her apartment and . . . what? I'd had women talk a lot and then act offended when sex seemed like the next logical step in the relationship. That always threw me off balance, so I never assumed anything would happen until it happened - part of my grand theory of relationship management. Don't get in too deep or force sex with love. It's not like Sandi said, "Danny, I want to fuck your brains out, OK?" Not yet anyway. Signals flashed green, but I knew to never step on the gas until the road was clear.
We had dinner - Greek this time. I had to marvel when she squealed, "I love Greek!" (sending a message? Moussaka and then some?). She was beginning to remind me of Playboy's Little Annie Fannie, wide-eyed innocence attached to boobs and a nice ass.
"They called a moving company today," she said.
"Who did?" I asked, my attention idling on the cleavage I envisioned beneath the Alcott & Andrews blouse.
"My parents. They're closing on the townhouse next week and want to get the furniture down in six weeks. I am shocked."
"So instead of calling them in Merrick you'll call them in Boca. And you'll get warm weather vacations."
She put her fork down. "That's a very flippant attitude," she said with a hard edge in her voice that I recognized, from the past, as the sound of knees snapping shut.
"Just because your mom's dead and you don't talk to your dad doesn't mean other people don't think about their parents."
I put my fork down. How did parents replace sex? Had I wandered off the path to pleasure into a psychological cul de sac?
"That wasn't what I meant at all," I said, angry myself. "I can understand you're attached to your parents and hate to see them go. Just give yourself time to adjust. See a therapist if that would help. I did when my mom died two years ago." That was a nice recovery: revealing, truthful, but sort of a generic New York thing to do and say. "And, Sandi, what makes you think I don't think about my mother? I think about her every day. I can't believe you said that." I felt warm, but an angry, flushed warm.
Her eyes watered and she looked 15 years old then, not 25. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Did I? I'm just a little on edge about them leaving. We've always been close. Forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," I said. The flame I felt for her flickered. I just stared at her. Who was Sandi, anyway? What was I doing with her? We sat in silence for a minute, surprised by the surge of emotion on family issues. I couldn't let the giddy happiness and anticipation slip away.
"Deep breath time, OK?" I said. We both took exaggerated deep breaths and exhaled. At the same instance we reached across the table and intertwined our fingers. The turbulence passed.
Sandi broke the silence. Tell me about that magazine you write for. French Fry Monthly? That sounds like a cool East Village arts magazine."
"I work for Frozen Food Focus. No arts coverage, just articles about frozen foods. It's not what I had in mind in college, but it's a foot in the door as a writer. Lots of fun at the food shows. I walk around with a toothpick and eat anything I want."
"Don't let me forget to give you a toothpick when we leave here," she said. "You might be hungry when we get back to my place."
"Maybe before."
We liked the movie, longing for African warmth instead of New York's blizzard. The romantic tone seeped into us, as we sat against the wall of a not-very-crowded theater. I felt her fingers trace along my palm, sending jolts straight to my crotch. I returned the favor and then some, stroking my fingernails up her wrist, slightly under her blouse. "Mmmmm," I heard her say ever so softly. I turned my head to look at her, as she looked at me from under her halo of brown hair. "I like the sound of that," I whispered.
Looking straight ahead she put my hand under the sweater in her lap, on her blue jeans. The heat rising from her crotch seemed to scald my hand. My glasses fogged. To hell with Meryl Streep and Africa, I thought, and whispered, "I like the feel of that."
"Just you wait."
Cocooned by the layers of clothing, we had total privacy. Even if we made a little noise, so what? My fingers drummed lightly on her jeans and I heard her shallow breathing, little gulps of air as she shift in her seat.
Now what? Unzip her jeans and keep going? Put her hand on my crotch? Sorry, I'd be a sticky mess in 20 seconds the way things were going, and I loved the mounting, pleasant edge of tension.
I removed my hand from her lap and slid my right arm around her shoulders, tugging her toward me. She folded against me like a Chinese fan. My hand lingered on the roundness of her shoulder through her silky peach blouse. Her rhythmic breathing pushed her breasts, in a lacy front-clasp bra, up and down. My fingers trailed down her collarbone. "Undo the top button," I whispered. She did. My hand slipped lower, looping around her bra strap, giving the bra cup a friendly little tug upward.
Again she shifted, this time shrugging a little so my hand dropped lower still and easily covered her breast through the bra. The signals flashed a stronger green. "Danny, you're not in Texas anymore," I thought.
"Play with my boob, please," she whispered. Who was I to deny a lady's request? I leaned slightly so my left hand slipped lower and cupped her breast through the lacy bra. I rolled it around gently, then traced ever smaller circles until my fingers settled around the protruding nipple. I squeezed it softly between my index and middle fingers.
"Nice, nice," she murmured. The movie unspooled and I kept kneading her, almost absent-mindedly so we looked like just another huddled couple. Her left hand stroked back and forth on my thigh. I could barely keep my composure. I tightened my finger slightly and pressed her breast firmly with my palm. She gulped.
Suddenly I felt her red-tipped fingernails dig into my jeans. Her body tightened against me and her nipple swelled. She sucked in her breath, pursed her lips, then trembled against me.
"I just came," she said. "Thank you, Mr. Magic Fingers."
She put her head on my shoulder, sighed, and the rest of the movie passed in a daze. When it ended we stood up, swaddled, and passed from the theater's warmth to a frigid riot of wind-driven. "Coffee?" I asked, a little half-heartedly.
"At home," she said, pulling me down Third Avenue toward her apartment on E. 53rd Street.
"God damn it," she muttered when she dropped her keys into the slush at the front entrance to the six-story building. She yanked off a mitten to get the key maneuvered into the lock. "Finally," she said as we passed through that door, then another, then into an elevator for the trip to the fourth floor. Why are elevators so slow when I want them to go fast?
We tumbled through the door, locked it and collapsed onto her low-slung futon bed in a heap of snowy coats, cast-off gloves, damp mufflers and sweaters. Frantically we threw off the outerwear until we could tell who was the boy and who was the girl. Sandi fell back against a pillow while I settled beside her, kissing each other a million times a minute. Her head I cradled in the crook of my arm while she threw her arms around my neck.
"I think you like me," she panted.
"I think so, too," I said as I unzipped her jeans and eased them down her hips with my free hand. When they reached her knees I swung my hand back up to her pink panties on top of her cunt. The damp heat surged through the cotton, through my fingers, rocketing into a primal part of my brain.
"I've been so turned on since the movie I can't stand it," she said as she yanked at the buttons on my shirt.
"Really? I can't tell. Here, let's check," I replied. I pulled her panties aside to place my hand directly on her mound. She shivered and closed her eyes. "You're giving me goosebumps on my clit." We kissed while I worked my fingers around the sides of her clit, gently moving my fingers up and down, sometimes pressing down more firmly.
I squinted at an alarm clock beside the bed. "We've got 28 minutes until 'Saturday Night Live,' starts, and that's enough time to give you goosebumps all over," I whispered in her ear as I slipped her blouse off her shoulders and ran my fingers under her bra strap.
"Here, let me," she said. Now Sandi's hands took flight toward my unbuckled jeans. She yanked them down along with my underwear, and I kicked them off. One hand enveloped my cock and the other went back around my neck, pulling me down, down, down toward her face. While our tongues banging and probing she unclasped the front of her bra. I wanted to become a Hindu deity, with eight arms, to caress her completely, because I couldn't keep my hands off any part of her.
I gave her nipple a lick. Sandi purred like a jungle cat, so I licked again, moving my tongue in a circle around the areola. The vise-like grip around my erection relaxed, and I sensed she was beginning to focus on her own sensations. I moved my head up to nuzzle her neck, fragrant with sweat and perfume, while I added - just a little - to the pressure of my fingers around her clit.
"Ummm, what you're doing. Do they teach that at Princeton?" She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Nah, natural talent."
"Very talented."
"Your smell is driving me crazy, Sandi."
"I've got some talents, too. Ooohh," she moaned. Her part of the knot formed by our bodies began to tense. She bit her lip and slapped a hand down on the bed, as if to brace herself. From a distant corner of our passion I felt a wave rushing toward us, a primal force God granted man and woman to remind us of what we left in Eden. From deep in her body the wave rose to her parting lips.
"Oh, ohh, ummm, oh, God hold me tight!" she screamed, as her body went rigid and then arched, tossed by the wave that swept from her to me and back again.
"There, Sandi, there. I'm here," I whispered as the room whirled around me, as I kept stroking her clit. In seconds another wave rocked her, so she grabbed the bedsheets and dug her red-tipped nails into my forearm. In a few seconds, I thought, I'll pull back and slip into her even while she's coming, and let's see what she thinks about that sensation.
But then she started crying.
The tears and sobs burst from Sandi while her cunt still spasmed under my fingers. Another dam of feeling had burst inside her. At first I thought the pleasure had blown an emotional fuse, but, no, I realized that sorrow had replaced passion. She burrowed like a frightened child against my chest, weeping.
"Sandi, Sandi, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"I've never come . . . so hard before. . . I mean it," she said between sobs. "I can't describe it, I just can't." Two heartbeats of silence, then she wailed, "I'm going to miss my mom and dad so much! I can't believe they're doing this to me. It's not fair, it's just not. I want them to stay. What will I do? I'm scared."
"I'm right here. Sandi. Let me hold you." My erection deflated as she grew quiet. We lay side by side, my arms around her, her head and halo of brown hair against my chest. From the black buzz of animal sensation I emerged. Silence replaced sex in the small city apartment of a woman I had met three times. What we said and did minutes earlier seemed very far away.
She was asleep against me. Cradling her, my senses refocused. I smelled her sexiness, and felt her velvety breasts rise and fall against my chest, like boats against a dock. The hiss of a radiator, a bus grinding down Lexington Avenue in the blizzard, the hum of a refrigerator - they formed a mosaic of ordinary sounds covering the mystery of two bodies merging.
I stroked her hair, damp against her head, and pushed strands behind her ear. Let her sleep I thought, let her. And me? I could only stare at a blank future that, day by day, Sandi and I would color in. To hell with relationship management.
Then I felt her hand flex on my stomach, like a newborn kitten testing its sense of movement. I closed my eyes. She sighed.
"Who's the host tonight?" she asked.
"Steve Martin."
"Will you be my wild and crazy guy?"
"Only if you'll be my wild and crazy girl."
"It's a deal."
Her eyes fluttered open. She kissed me and whispered, "Live from New York, it's Sandi and Danny!" |
Title: 28 - A Halloween Story
Tags: Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Extreme, Horror, Male/Female, Murder, Sado-Masochism, Violence
Introduction:
I know that this Halloween story is on the very edge of what is allowed and definitely on the absolute edge of what most people will read, but if you start reading, PLEASE read all the way to the end. It isn’t what you think. My stories never are– especially at Halloween.
Content:
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2017 by The Technician.
Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marcus William Hartford the Fifth looked around the bar at the many costumed guests who were attending this invitation-only Halloween party at The Swamp Witch Roadhouse. He knew exactly what– or rather who– he was looking for. Her hair would be blond, but not too blond. Her skin would be fair, but not overly pale. Her eyes would be blue, but not the deep blue that shows up in television ads. No, they had to be the light, misty flaxen blue of the linen flower in spring.
She had to be all of that because, you see, such women were Marcus’ hobby and he was very particular about his hobby.
One of the advantages– and disadvantages– of fifth generation, inherited family wealth was that Marcus had a lot of time on his hands. His only responsibility in life was to manage the family money, and there were plenty of advisors and brokers and lawyers to do all the actual work of keeping track of the huge investments in the Hartford trusts. He showed up at his office only a few times a month. The rest of the month he had a lot of time on his hands, so he had developed this hobby as a way of keeping his mind occupied.
A very large world map hung on the wall behind the desk in his office. There were little pins in it which showed exactly where in the world the family money was invested. The map had been started by Marcus William Hartford, Junior back before the days of large monitor displays. It was totally obsolete as a business tool, but was kept up to date as a reminder of the past.
Most of the funds were invested in the United States, so that is where the majority of the little multi-colored pins were located. But there were also twenty-seven white pins which he, not his staff, had put on the map. The staff had no idea why they were there, but Marcus knew. They marked, not investments, but rather the locations of the many Halloween parties which he had planned.
To be totally honest, he had planned only twenty-six of them. That first Halloween party at the Yacht Club shortly after he graduated from college was totally unplanned on his part. And it had been absolute happenstance that he stumbled across that young witch at the party. Her hair was that dusty shade of blond that many called dishwater blond. Her skin was fair, but not overly pale. And her eyes were the misty blue of a linen flower in spring.
The party had been at the marina. He had taken her out on one of the family boats to look at the moon at midnight. It was a pontoon boat–what many called a party boat. They had made love on a blanket spread on the flat deck– or at least they had tried to. Maybe it was the liquor... or perhaps the drugs... but for some reason he was unable to rise to the occasion.
She started laughing at him. He didn’t mean it to happen. He just pushed her to get her away from him, but she stumbled and fell overboard. He could still remember the moonlight reflecting off her pale skin as she tumbled over the low railing and fell into the water.
He didn’t know that she couldn’t swim. If he had, perhaps he would have moved more quickly to save her. He could have saved her, had he but known. He always told himself– as he had told the authorities– that he had tried to save her. But she slipped beneath the water before he could bring the boat back around.
Actually her hands were still above the water when he pulled back alongside her, but they slid beneath the surface before he could grab her. That’s when he realized that he was holding himself... and he was hard– harder than he had ever been in his life. He waited until he had spurted over the side into the water before roaring the boat back to the dock screaming for help.
There was an investigation, of course. He was cited for operating a motor craft on the water while intoxicated. But there was no evidence of foul play when they recovered the body, and all witnesses said she had gone with him willingly. So, it was put down as a tragic accident, which in truth, it was. But it was that tragic accident which caused him to start his little hobby.
Each year since then, on Halloween, he would find a woman– but it had to be the right woman– and he would re-enact the events of that first Halloween party. It wasn’t always on the water. And it could no longer, in any way, be called an accident since it was so meticulously planned. But it was always a woman who was blond, but not too blond; fair, but not overly pale; and whose eyes were the misty blue of a linen flower in spring.
There was one other requirement for the woman. Unlike the unfortunate young witch that first time, the woman at the Halloween party had to be someone who wouldn’t be missed. Someone with no family was best, but if they were living by themselves away from home, that was sufficient. By the time they were missed, the Halloween party would be a distant memory. The special team would have moved on. The business or house would have once again changed hands. And Marcus would be planning his next party.
There were twenty-seven white pins on the map in his office, each in a different state, and no one had yet suspected that there was a serial killer who chose Halloween night to strike. Tonight would put the twenty-eighth pin in his map.
Marcus was sure that the right woman would be at the party tonight. He had been working on this party since last Halloween. Actually, he and his team had been working on the preliminaries for this particular party for the past three years. He was very serious about his hobby and spent a lot of time on each one. He would spend years setting up just the right party with just the right guests.
Each party was held in a different state. Some were in large cities. Some were in small towns. Some, like this one, were in old bars or roadhouses way out in the country. In this case, the party would be at The Swamp Witch, originally built back in the old days as a sporting house out in the privacy of the swamps of southern Louisiana.
It took time for his employees to put everything in place. A holding company held by a holding company held by a holding company would obtain the house or land or rural bar where the party was to be held. Then one of three carefully-trained, well-paid teams of employees would cultivate the proper friends or clientele which would become the pool from which people were selected for invitation to these special Halloween parties.
There was a list of criteria which they were given to help in their selections. Everyone there was supposed to be young– though as the years passed, the definition of young, at least for the men, had to be extended. Everyone was supposed to be single. And there was supposed to be a representative sample of various ethnic and body types, including, of course, blond women who weren’t too blond, with eyes that weren’t too blue and skin that wasn’t too pale.
None of the employees knew who it was they actually worked for. Most thought it was all part of some special reality movie that would one day be released to theaters. None of them ever realized that one person from each of these parties was never seen again. And none of them ever made the connection that there was one person who had attended every single one of these very special Halloween celebrations for the past quarter of a century. That person was Marcus William Hartford the Fifth.
His target for the evening– as he liked to call her– was a young woman dressed in a tattered witch’s dress that had cuts and rips and tears which revealed a great deal of her fair, but not overly pale skin. Her bright white teeth and well-formed ruby lips perfectly set off the misty blue of her eyes. A wrinkled witch’s hat sat atop her dish-water blond hair. There was no requirement that his target be dressed as a witch, but the fact that she was made this one even more special for him.
She had been coming into the roadhouse for several months now and had been excited to receive an invitation to this special Halloween party. She was one of several invitees who met the required physical description, but was one of only three who also met that all-important “would not be missed” requirement. Only Marcus knew about that requirement.
Marcus, himself, started dropping by the roadhouse regularly about six weeks ago. Of course, no one knew that he was the fabled, rich, Marcus William Hartford V. He was Rick, a salesman from Duluth, Minnesota, who was staying at the motel on the edge of town. Salesmen away from home for extended periods of time were another of the selection criteria. He varied the requirements for the male guests slightly each year to be sure that his current cover story and disguise fit the descriptions exactly. It wouldn’t do, after all, to have to crash one’s own party– though he had, in fact, done that one year.
During the weeks before the party, Marcus / Rick got to know certain special prospective guests, especially the ones on his target list, like the young, blond witch which he considered to be his primary target. She was always alone when she stopped by the roadhouse. No one seemed to know for sure where she lived or where she worked. In fact, most were unsure of her name. When asked, she always just said, “Names are so unimportant.” When really pressed she would murmur, “You can call me Hattie.”
All had gone very well as he moved in on his primary target. But there was a secondary target if things did not work out with the primary. And a tertiary target if the secondary also failed. They would not be needed tonight. He was able to buy his young witch a drink... and then another... and then another as the night wore on.
As midnight approached, he ordered one final round. He even went up the bar himself to order and pick up the drinks rather than having one of the waitresses do it for them. The waitresses were, after all, very busy... that, and it was much easier to slip something into a drink you picked up yourself at the bar. Besides, it took a few moments for the drug to fully dissolve or there would be a bitter after-taste. Marcus had learned that the hard way one year. His target had almost eluded him that night, and would have had he not made such a fuss about the bartender having been so sloppy in mixing the drinks. The second drink that night tasted fine as did the drink tonight.
The blond witch appeared slightly drunk, but not overly so, as he led her out of the bar to his car. That was the beauty of this drug, which had been developed by one of his companies for some totally different purpose. It didn’t really make your body or mind unresponsive, it just made you extremely susceptible to suggestion. All he had to do was say, “Why don’t we go back to my place?” and his target walked willingly out the front door in his arm.
The drug did not suppress memory, however, so the next morning she would remember everything. But that was not a problem for Marcus. His plans did not include a next morning for his little blond witch.
He had chosen his destination very carefully. It was an old fishing cabin deeper in the swamp. The cabin was also one of his holdings and was rented out to locals or tourists who came to fish in the back waters and canals. A family from New York would be arriving tomorrow afternoon. They would find nothing amiss, and after a week of them tramping in and out with fishing gear and muddy boots, there would be no forensic evidence left even if someone came looking for it. Forensic evidence of the missing witch would be around for a little longer, but not much. The crabs and crawdads and ‘gators would make sure of that. The rest would become part of the swamp itself.
As he drove down the winding road through the mangroves, he could feel himself getting hard. This was going to be one of his best ever. The drug must have still been working at full capacity as he asked her to take off her clothes and get onto the bed. She was so anxious to comply with his request that she didn’t seem to notice that there was a hospital-style waterproof sheet on the bed. She also didn’t seem to notice as he tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed. She even smiled at him as he climbed on top of her and pushed her legs further apart with his knees so he could more easily enter her.
She must have been more drunk– or horny– than he thought because she didn’t seem to be at all afraid. She was even responding to his thrusts with thrusts of her own. He could feel his seed boiling up inside him as he went higher and higher. As he approached that point, she was starting a keening wail of her own as she approached orgasm. His hands moved so that they were on either side of her throat. The moment was almost there. But before his hands could move again he erupted inside her.
Erupted is the only word which could possibly describe it. He had never cum so much before in his life. And it seemed to go on forever.
It took a moment for his lust-fogged mind to realize that something was wrong. Even when he was in his teens, he had never been able to continue pumping for more than a few seconds. It had now been almost a minute and his balls continued to spew forth cum. He could not control his muscles as he thrust and thrust and thrust, pumping out what had to be quarts– if not gallons– of cum into the young, blond witch.
Only now she was no longer blond... and no longer young. Her hair was gray and stringy. Her ruby lips were gone as she smiled and showed her cragly teeth. Her voice seemed to crack as she laughed– no cackled– while she drained the life from his body. The ropes dropped from her wrists and her hands reached up and pulled him tighter into herself.
She held him tightly until he no longer struggled. Then she pushed him off her body and stood beside the bed. She was once again young and pale and blond and beautiful. She walked naked to the side of the cabin and passed easily through the walls. Her body seemed to glow slightly as she walked over the surface of the swamp and disappeared into the steamy darkness.
***
The family from New York called the police as soon as they discovered the car– and body– at the cabin. An older detective, accompanied by a younger, uniformed sergeant responded as well as the county Medical Examiner and a forensic team.
“I forgot it was this year,” the ME said to the detective.
“So did I,” he answered.
“What was this year?” the sergeant asked.
The older detective looked down at the withered, almost mummified body lying on the bed. “According to local legend,” he began, “it all started in 1727 when a rich, unscrupulous landowner accused a neighbor woman of witchcraft so he could steal her land. There was no trial, so no public records, but supposedly on Halloween night of that year, the locals burned her as a witch and threw the ashes in the swamp.
“Ten years later,” he continued, “the landowner, was found– also on Halloween night– just like that.” He pointed to the body on the bed.
“Next to the body,” he said, “written in blood dripped onto the bedsheet, was a big number one.”
He laughed. “Of course, everyone assumed that meant the witch had returned for revenge and he was the first. People were pretty scared for a while, but no more bodies turned up, so things went back to normal. Then ten years later, an identical body was found. This time there was a bloody “2" dripped onto the sheet next to the body.”
He stepped aside slightly so the ME could wheel the body out of the cabin. “Every ten years since then, she strikes on Halloween night somewhere back in these swamps. The body isn’t always found the next day. Sometimes it takes a week or two before the shriveled body is found, but they are always found. They are so dried up that even the critters won’t touch them.”
He held up Richard’s driver’s license and pointed to his picture. “The men were all in their mid-forties or early fifties,” he explained. “All had dark hair, but not too dark. And dark eyes, but not black... more like the dark brown of a deer’s eyes. All were somewhat musty of skin, but not overly dark. They were all apparently rich, or at least very well to do. And were all, according to the legend, evil.”
He pointed down to the sheet on the bed and said to the forensic technician who was beginning to process the scene. “Make sure you get some good pictures of that before your take the sheets off the bed.”
The tech nodded and moved around the bed so that he could get a good image of what the detective was pointing to. Written in blood dripped carefully next to one of the looped ropes was a very clear “28.”
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
END OF STORY
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = |
Title: 29Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Showtime at Hogwarts!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harry and Hermione return to the castle.
"Mum, Dad, are you awake?" Hermione asked after softly knocking on her parents' door. The only response she got was a muffled and utterly exhausted sounding "Muffgirk"noise. "It's Christmas Morning, well actually Christmas Afternoon," Hermione explained and then paused. "If you want to be technical about it, it's actually early evening. Did you two want to get up and exchange presents?"
After a long pause, Hermione's mother said in a fatigued voice; "Your father and I exchanged gifts already, dear."
Harry could help but to comment softly in his lover's ear, "More like they exchanged... ahem, 'gifts' a dozen times already."
"You two go ahead without us,"Richard offered in a half groan. "Would you be a dear and bring up some food?" he requested.
While Hermione prepared two platefuls of ham sandwiches, she began to doubt her plan for spiking the cake with Lust and Stamina Potions. "I think I may have overdone it. I mean we made love until six this morning and yet we could hear them still going at it when we fell asleep."
"Which normally should be an emotionally scarring experience for most," commented Harry as he nicked a bit of ham for himself. "But you're the one that thinks parents having sex is an expression of their love, not the unnatural act that it is."
"But what if I did them more harm than good?" the brunette asked with a worried warble to her voice. "There is such a thing as too much sex."
Just then, as if to challenge Hermione's fears, two sets of voices began to groan loudly from the upstairs room.
"Looks like we shouldn't take this food up to your folks just yet," Harry said while gazing at the ceiling. He could almost swear that the light fixture in the kitchen was shaking thanks to Fiona and Richard's efforts.
Hermione set the two plates down on the countertop, stating, "I guess we should go open our presents now."
A loud and nearly joyous "Yes!"emanated from upstairs and the groaning quickly stopped.
"That was rather fast," Hermione said with wide, slightly horror filled eyes.
"Well, to be fair, that was probably their twentieth go, give or take five, so they deserved a quickie," Harry said, lifting up the two plates.
"You're not going in there now, are you?" Hermione asked. "They just had sex!"
"You're barmy," Harry returned. "I'm going to have you crack the door open just a touch and then I'll slide the plates in. Mind you, I suggest we have our eyes firmly shut at the time, just in case."
~*~
Once they had successfully placed the sandwiches in her parents' bedroom (where Harry had loudly hummed the theme to Mission: Impossible), the young couple opened their gifts to one another. Harry received a pair of leather trousers from Hermione ("to show off your bum," she explained). Hermione gushed over the books that Harry bought for her ("I only have the first edition of Roderick's Spell Encyclopedia and I've been eyeing this third revision for some time!").
Hermione's smile quickly faltered once all the presents had been opened. With guilty eyes, she said apologetically "You got me two gifts, this book and those lovely toys, but I only got you one gift."
"To be honest, I enjoyed the toys, too," offered Harry. Then he realized that he could use Hermione's guilt to his advantage. "Although there is one way you can even the score, so to speak."
"And what would that be?" she asked with a saucy grin, clearly knowing where Harry was going.
"Well, we've haven't had sex in akitchen," Harry said as if it was a curious thing to not have done yet.
"And my parents are out of commission, so we won't be interrupted," added Hermione.
"I have to fetch something from your room first," began Harry.
"A toy?" she asked with her voice full of hope.
"Yes, a toy."
"Which one? The beads again? The infamous Rorschach Branded Rubber Chicken? Oh, oh, the gag; please say the gag," the brunette rapidly said in naked excitement.
"No, none of those. I was thinking about one we haven't used yet," Harry answered.
"There's still more toys?" she asked and began to hop in place.
"Yes, a few more," Harry couldn't help but smile. "Now you go in the kitchen and get yourself ready while I get the toy."
As Hermione bolted to the kitchen, Harry purposefully took his time retrieving the toy he had in mind. He wanted to play with his lover's patience. When he walked in the kitchen after retrieving the toy, he noticed that while Hermione was waiting for him, she was still fully clothed.
"I thought you were going to get ready?" he asked.
"I was waiting for you," she said, and then added "I didn't want to start without you."
"Well, then, it looks like I'll just have to do all the work and get you prepared myself," Harry said with a wide smile. He rooted around the drawers in the kitchen until he found a quilted oven-mitt. "Now bend over the counter," he ordered while slipping on the mitt.
Because of the mitt's protective padding, it took more effort than normal in his paddling to turn Hermione's bottom a nice shade of red. But thanks to the quilting, it left a rather fetching pattern on her bum cheeks.
Now the toy that Harry used was quite unique, and Hermione thoroughly enjoyed it. The toy itself was a rubber ring with a small rubber troll standing on the top of it. The toy, being magical, did a wonderful thing: it moved. Now it didn't do a dance or fly around the room or anything showy like that. But when the ring was in use, the troll would gently grab a certain small protrusion and vibrate. If extra description is needed, then please continue and read the next line; if not, please skip to the next paragraph. Harry placed the ring so that it was around the base of his first ever friend, 'Harry, Jr.', and when he entered 'Miss Nibbles' completely the animated troll promptly took hold of Hermione's clitoris and began to shake and vibrate. Every time he pulled back, the troll tugged slightly at Hermione's clit. And when he pushed back in, the magical toy snatched up her sensitive bud once again. This action was repeated, to great effect, with each thrust.
~*~
On Boxing Day, when she and her husband were finally able to stagger out of their room, Fiona announced to Harry and Hermione; "We need to have a talk."
"Yes, mum," Hermione answered with her best "I'd never do anything wrong because I'm your sweet and innocent little girl" voice.
"You did something with the cake didn't you?" her father asked as he held an icepack to his groin.
"Um, what makes you think that?"Hermione asked. Her "I'd never do anything wrong because I'm your sweet and innocent little girl" voice was starting to fade a bit. She was such a poor liar.
Harry was trying to do his best at being invisible. He reckoned that the best plan was to be unseen by Hermione's folks. Mind you, he knew full well that he was about to catch hell, but it would be less damaging to himself if he tried to lie and cover up the fact that the cake had indeed been spiked.
"We may not be magical, but we know that something happened to us after we ate the dessert," Fiona said. With every word, a smile threatened to destroy her angry mask. Harry could tell that she was upset over the incident, but she was also damn pleased with it as well.
"Ah, well, to be honest, we did add something to it," admitted Hermione. Harry was about to chuck his plan to stay silent out the window and point out that he had nothing to do with it. But he knew it would be bad form to rat out his girlfriend. Especially since the repercussion of said "ratting out" would include Hermione denying him sex for quite some time.
"And did that something cause your father and I to do something?" Fiona asked and Richard added in an undertone"Over and over and over."
"Yes," Hermione squeaked.
Fiona nodded her head sagely. "Well, we can only blame ourselves really."
"Yes," Richard agreed. "Wait -- what?"
"We have been far too strict on the two of you," Fiona continued with a sparkle evident in her eyes.
"We have?" Richard asked his wife, obviously surprised by this revelation.
"Yes, we agreed to ease up on our restrictions," answered Fiona.
"We did? When did we do that?" he demanded. It was clear that he was unwilling to cut Harry any slack when it came to Hermione.
"Early Christmas morning," Fiona stated. "Around four in the morning."
"I don't remember agreeing to anything," Richard protested.
Fiona leaned close to her husband and whispered in his ear. After amoment, he objected, "That's not fair. I'd have agreed to anything at that point. Especially when you do that!"
"Regardless, you agreed so we are going to give Hermione and Harry a little more freedom," Fiona continued. The young lovers smiled happily. But Fiona was not smiling as she continued. "But not too much freedom. We'll allow you two to hold hands and kiss lightly. But. We. Will. Allow. Nothing. Further." She said firmly. "No hugging, no snogging, and definitely no sex while you're under our roof."
Harry knew that Fiona was ignoring the fact that she and her husband were holed up in their room for nearly two days and was obviously deluding herself by pretending that her daughter and Harry did not have sex during that time. But it was also clear that Fiona had truly enjoyed being holed up in her room, so she could ignore whatever had happened during that same period.
"I still don't agree," Richard said with a frown. "My previous statement agreeing to allow this situation doesn't count, I was under duress at the time."
Fiona leaned into her husband's ear and whispered once more. After a moment, Richard, who was still frowning, announced; "All right, I agree to what your mother said."
~*~
The remainder of the holiday was far less stressful for Harry and Hermione. The witch's parents' held true to their word and allowed the young couple to hold hands and kiss chastely. Of course Richard would still glower at Harry when they did this, but it was still better than having Hermione's dad threaten to eviscerate him.
When the time came to return to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione arrived early to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. They stored their things in a compartment and then made their way to the Head car for the Prefects'Meeting. After the train started moving, the Prefects joined Harry and Hermione in the car. Ron waved at his friends before sitting down.
"I tell you I can't wait to get back to school," the fifth year Hufflepuff Prefect announced once everyone had sat down.
"That's the spirit," Hermione congratulated him for his eagerness to begin learning.
"My parents were so-o-o depressing,"the Hufflepuff continued.
"Yours too?" a sixth year Ravenclaw asked.
"My Mum and Dad weren't depressed,"a Gryffindor interjected. "They were too busy preparing for some attack that never came to be depressed."
"What are you on about?" asked Hermione.
"Oh, our parents are paranoid,"someone offered.
"To say the least," agreed another.
"My Mum and Dad even had a guard schedule set up," yet another chimed in. "He'd take the ten pm to four amshift and then she'd take over so he could sleep."
"Why were they doing that?" Hermione asked.
"They're afraid," Harry answered. He had yet told Hermione of what he had saw and heard while in Diagon Alley.
"Terrified is more like it," some witch corrected.
"My Mum was so scared that we'd be attacked by giants or Death Eaters that she was losing clumps of hair."
"But you're in Slytherin," another student asked. "Why would Death Eaters attack you?"
"That doesn't mean me or my family works for You Know Who, you ninny."
"But why would they be afraid?"asked Hermione. "Over a hundred Death Eaters were just chucked into Azkaban."
"A hundred out of how many?" someone asked, echoing the fear that Harry had heard from a frightened wizard in the Leaky Cauldron.
"No giants were captured either,"another added. "You Know Who still has them."
"It'll be great to be back in the castle. At least there, no one frets obsessively over the war."
"And I'll get to see my witch again," someone added cheerfully. "I haven't seen her in days."
"Once me and my bloke get the chance, I'm dragging him into the nearest cupboard," another said with agenuine smile.
"Well, you'll have to find another cupboard 'cause I'll be using it to ravish my girl."
"No, that just means you'll have to budge over," someone said with an easy chuckle. "I figure all the cupboards will be jammed pack tonight."
As the conversation became lighter, Hermione gave Harry a worried look. Clearly she was concerned over the outlook of the war.
~*~
Once the meeting had concluded, the Prefects began to shuffle out of the car. Ron trotted up to Harry and Hermione.
"I have news that you won't believe"the red head announced somberly.
Hermione and Harry waited for Ron to tell them this news, but the gangly wizard turned and headed to the door.
"Wait, what's the news?" asked Harry.
"Oh, I'll tell you later," Ron said. "Luna said she wants to do it in the lavatory and I don't want to keep her waiting."
With that, Harry and Hermione were left alone in the compartment.
"Why are people so upset?" she asked. "They should be overjoyed that so many Death Eaters were captured. We performed the Morgy Ritual to give them hope."
"It seems like they're too afraid to see that hope," offered Harry.
Hermione shook her head. As a good boyfriend should, Harry turned Hermione's attention away from such a troubling topic by suggesting, "Let's do it."
"Oh, how romantic," Hermione said as sarcastically as she could.
"I'm not talking about romance,"Harry countered. "I'm talking about lifting up your blouse, pressing your bare titties against the window, and shagging you from behind."
"That means if anyone is watching the train pass, they'd be able to see my breasts up against the window," the brunette witch pointed out.
One should notice that she "pointed" this fact out and that she didn't object to it. This is important, because less than five minutes later, Hermione had her naked breasts squashed up against the window while shouting "Fuck me, Harry, fuck me HARDER!" (Thankfully, Harry had placed a Silencing Charm on the compartment so that they wouldn't draw a crowd. That was a bigger threat than normal since Harry had purposefully left the door unlocked, adding to Hermione's arousal with the threat of being walked in on.)
~*~
A satisfied and tussled looking Harry and Hermione walked through the train to find their friends. As they passed through car after car, the couple noticed a majority of their peers were just as satisfied and tussled looking as they were.
When the duo finally reached their friends' compartment, they found Ron sitting with Luna and Neville, but no sign of Ginny.
"You two won't believe what happened," Ron declared when Harry and Hermione entered.
"Ronald, I think Neville should be the one to tell them," Luna (whose hair was so tussled that it looked like she recently had her head hanging outside of the moving train) said. The blonde fixed her eyes on Hermione and said in a dreamy fashion, "Oh, by the way, Hermione, I saw your breasts again when Harry had you against the window. Ronald had me dangling out of the lavatory window, and when the tracks turned I got a good view of your boobs."
"That's nice," Hermione said dismissively, clearly not concerned over this revelation. "So what's the news, Neville?"
"Ginny and I are married," Neville answered with just a touch of embarrassment.
"So Molly found out Ginny was pregnant?" asked Harry.
"Wait, you knew she was pregnant? And you didn't tell me?"demanded Ron. His face was quickly growing red with anger. "I'm your best mate and she's my sister and you didn't tell me?"
"They probably didn't tell you because they knew this was how you'd react, Ronald," Luna said to her husband. She then turned back to Hermione and complimented; "You do have lovely breasts. Would you like to see mine? It's only fair after all."
"I've already seen them," Hermione pointed out.
"Hey, I'm still upset here," Ron persisted.
"Yes, Ronald, but you shouldn't be,"Luna said and then added to the other witch; "But I just saw your breasts, and I'm a strong believer in fair play."
"It's quite alright," insisted Hermione.
"I have a right to be upset," Ron carried on.
"No, you really don't, my love. Harry and Hermione knew that you would take the news badly, so they logically didn't tell you. Honestly, they were protecting you," the blonde said off-handedly before returning to her conversation with Hermione. "I'll feel terrible if I don't show you my breasts."
"If she really wants to, I say why not," offered Harry as he tried to coyly position himself next to Hermione in the off chance that Luna would show her boobs.
"Harry," warned Hermione.
"He does have a point," Neville said as he, too, stood next to Hermione to enhance his chance at an unobstructed view.
"All right, fine," Hermione said with a huff. "Whip them out."
Smiling broadly, Luna popped open her blouse letting her enormous breasts spring free (Harry could've sworn he heard two "boing" sounds - one for each boob).
"My God," Neville began.
"They're," continued Harry.
"Huge," concluded Hermione.
"Have you three had enough of ogling my wife?" Ron demanded.
"Not just yet," Harry said. Neville held up his index finger as if to say to Ron that he needed just one more moment. Of course, during this interchange, Harry, Hermione, and Neville had been staring wide-eyed at the blonde's chest. Luna stood there, happy as a clam while three of her friends were transfixed with her melons.
"They are fascinating," commented Hermione. "I'm not into women in the slightest, but I can't help but stare."
"Not really into women, huh?" Harry whispered in her ear so that she was the only one to hear. Of course, his eyes were still glued to Luna's ample mounds. "That wasn't the case when we performed the Morgy Ritual."
"I told you then, it was just an advanced form of masturbating," Hermione said in an equally soft voice. She then added, in a louder voice, "Do you see that blue vein on her left tit..."
"This one," Luna said while pointing to her own breast.
"No, the one a few inches above it,"Hermione corrected and Luna moved her finger up. "Yes, that's the one. Doesn't that look like an outline of a Quidditch goal post?"
"What? Quidditch? Boobs?" Ron said as he pushed his three friends out of the way. While Ron gazed at his wife's milky flesh, Harry commented internally that all the red head needed now was food and the three things that he loved most in the world would be wrapped up in one.
After everyone had gotten a good long look, Luna finally pushed and squeezed her mounds back into the confines of her blouse. A few minutes later, after everyone regained their composure, Ron (who was much calmer now) brought up his sister's pregnancy again.
"So, the day after we get home, Ginny pukes at the breakfast table," Ron began, still wiping the drool off of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Mum grabs her by the ear and hauls her to the bathroom. Apparently, she had already figured it out but she wanted to run a few pregnancy test charms on Ginny just to be sure. And when Mum got the results, boy was she mad."
"Speaking of which, you no longer seem that upset that Harry and Hermione didn't tell you about Ginny," Neville pointed out. "Why is that?"
"My breasts have a calming effect on Ronald," explained Luna. "That was one of the reasons I wanted to expose myself."
"Just one of the reasons?" asked Neville.
"Yes, for another, I like exposing myself," Luna answered honestly. "It's rather fun. And another reason is I like to give the girls a breath of fresh air every once in a while. It's not good to keep them confined like ahard shelled-marlwomp."
"Anyway, Mum starts shouting and wailing," continued Ron. "She demands to find out who the father is and Ginny tells her."
"Let me guess, Molly forced Neville to marry Ginny," assumed Hermione.
"No, it was my idea," Neville answered. "Mrs. Weasley fire-called my Gran and demanded we head over to the Burrow. I pretty much knew that Ginny's secret had been revealed. So I decided to do the right thing and ask her to marry me right when I got there. Thankfully she said yes a second before her mum shouted 'Damn right you will marry him, Ginevra. My grandchild will not be abastard!'"
"It was the most romantic thing I've ever seen," Luna said in an extra dreamy way. "They had the wedding a few minutes later. Everyone was still in their pajamas and the vicar was in his bathrobe. Molly had floo'd over to his house and practically dragged him out of the shower for the ceremony."
"How'd your grandmother handle it?"Harry asked the new groom.
"Surprisingly well," Neville answered. "I think she was afraid that she was going to die before she got any great-grandkids."
"Where's Ginny now?" Hermione asked.
"The train ride made her so sick before that her dad got a Muggle auto from the Ministry and is driving her up to school."
"That'll take a while," Harry said.
"Yeah but using the floo would be awful for her and I'm not even going to think about how bad the Knight Bus would be," Neville commented.
"I take it Molly is still furious?"asked Hermione.
"Just a little; I think she's excited about the baby but she won't admit it," Luna said.
"Yeah, and she spent a whole night yelling at Charlie, Bill, Fred and George. If Percy wasn't such a prat and had been there, she would've yelled at him, too," Ron said with a chuckle. "She said that they were dragging their feet in bringing her grandbabies. You should've heard how she moaned that she never thought Ginny would be the first one to be a parent and then yelled at my brothers for not doing their jobs. She hollered at Bill for not knocking up Fleur yet and even offered him some Fertility Charms. 'I have one that makes the witch ovulate. Don't make me cast it on Fleur when you're not looking,'" Ron said in a high voice, apparently trying to imitate his mother (which he did poorly). "Then she screamed at Charlie and the twins for not even being married. George pointed at me and tried to throw me into the flames so to speak. 'He's married,' George said, 'yell at him.' Mum cuffed him around the side of the head for that; hit him so hard she nearly took his ear clear off his head. 'Luna, the dear,'" Ron began again in his dreadfully poor high voice.
"She did; she called me 'dear'," Luna said while beaming proudly.
"'Luna, the dear, has another full school year after this one,' Mum said. 'You can't expect her to have a baby while at school.'"
"Speaking of that, what's Ginny going to do next year?" asked Harry.
"Well, she's probably going to take the year off," Neville said. "So she can take care of the baby. Me, my Gran and Ginny's mum have offered to take help out so she can go back to school, but we'll see what happens."
"You do realize this means we'll have to throw a baby shower," Luna said with a happy smile. "Everyone's invited."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm busy that night," Harry said immediately.
"We haven't set a date yet, Harry,"Luna pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just saying I'll be busy doing something then," Harry said with absolutely no subtlety. He had no intention of hanging around witches as they gushed over concepts like dirty nappies and stretch marks. "I don't know what this thing is that I'll be doing yet, but I know it will be vitally important and that I can't go to the shower."
"Whatever he's doing, I'm with him,"Ron added.
"Yes, I'm sure I'll need help in whatever it is that I'll be doing," Harry agreed.
~*~
Back at the castle and after supper, Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender walked up to Harry.
"Hey, mate, welcome back," Seamus said, and added in a serious manner; "we need to talk."
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"You're in trouble," Lavender answered.
"Why, that's unusual," Harry said lightly. "I've never been in trouble before. Let's see; does an instructor want me dead? Or could it be the most feared dark wizard has put a price on my head?"
"No, we mean it," Parvati said. "We've heard some pretty disturbing things over the holiday."
"Go on," Harry said. He was expecting that the three would say that the people outside of Hogwarts were acting frightened.
"We stayed in the castle this year because the three of us wanted to spend some time together," began Seamus, completely countering Harry's assumption that they were going to tell him about the state of the world outside. "Anyway, Malfoy has it in for you."
"Yes, I know," stated Harry.
"No, not like he used to have it in for you where he'd tried to get you expelled or the like," Lavender corrected. "I mean he fancies you."
"We got that impression before we left for the holiday," Hermione said with a bemused smile. "It was obvious by the way Draco kept eyeing Harry." She continued, clearly enjoying the fact that this topic made Harry squirm in his seat.
"Well, we kind of made it worse,"Seamus admitted sheepishly.
"What did you do, you little bastard?" Harry demanded angrily. He already had enough problems with Draco and didn't need anymore.
"You see, we were just talking to him on Boxing Day and asked why he thought he was in love with you," Parvati spoke with apprehension. "It turns out he had some sort of nervous breakdown shortly after he and Snape escaped after... well at the end of last year. He was amess and there were rumors that You Know Who was going to order his execution. Draco then told us he saw that Daily Prophet article way back during the summer holiday where you were at Ron's brother's wedding and said that you loved Draco."
"That was a misprint," Hermione interjected.
"We know that," Lavender said gently. "But Draco thought it was true. He became so inspired that he escaped. Fought his way to freedom and all that tosh. And now that he's back here at school, he wants to be, you know,with you," she concluded with an extra emphasis on the phrase 'with you' as if to drive home the fact she was using a euphemism for "he wants to stick his erect penis up your rectum."
"But I'm not gay," Harry objected.
Seamus suddenly became chipper and said, "Believe me, we know," as he nudged his elbow into Harry's ribs. "We saw the Pensieves, you kinky sod."
"Did you tell him about Harry and me?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes, some of the other students chimed in as well. A bunch of us were telling him about those Pensieves," Lavender answered. "So it wasn't just the three of us but everyone who stayed over the holiday tried to tell him the truth."
"And he didn't believe you?" asked Harry. He was slightly surprised to notice that he wasn't embarrassed or concerned about talking so openly about the Pensieves that most of his peers had seen. Either he was no longer ashamed over that fiasco or he was just more worried about Draco.
"We even told him you were the MPL," Lavender said as if the initials meant something.
"MPL?" asked Harry.
"Master Pussy Licker," the blonde witch explained. Harry shrugged his shoulders in acceptance; it was a better moniker than "The Boy Who Lived." At least he earned the name Master Pussy Licker.
"He said that you were just confused, Harry," Parvati said. "He then said that he'd show you what love truly meant."
"Obviously, he's still delusional from his breakdown," speculated Hermione. "He must have built up this fantasy world centered on you, Harry, and won't accept the fact that you're not in love with him."
"Just great," muttered Harry. He thought to himself that this situation couldn't get much worse.
"Then Seamus made it even worse,"Lavender said with shame. Harry groaned pitifully.
"I didn't mean to," Seamus weakly defended himself.
"What did you do?" demanded Harry.
"It was an honest mistake," Seamus continued. "I was just trying to tell him how 'not gay' you are."
"He said to Draco 'The only way you'd ever get Harry is to tie him down and bugger him,'" Parvati stated.
"Then Draco said that was a splendid idea and he'd do just that," Lavender added.
"For the love of God!" screeched Hermione. "You challenged a mentally unstable wizard to anally rape my boyfriend?"
"It was an accident," the Irish wizard said, stepping away from the angry witch.
"I don't think Malfoy will really rape Harry," offered Parvati. "Ever since sixth year, he's been nothing but a spineless twat."
"Mind you, I think he'll try everything short of tying you down to sway you," warned Lavender.
"Is there anyway to transfigure my pants into iron?" Harry asked as he scanned the Great Hall looking for Draco.
~*~
While they walked to their chambers, Harry kept looking around frantically. He was deeply, deeply concerned that Draco might hop out of the shadows, while very naked and very aroused, to tackle Harry.
"What do you think my Mum did to get my Dad to accept her terms over the holiday?" Hermione asked, clearly trying to ease Harry mind and distract him. "I mean he was adamant about us not even brushing up against each other. But then Mum whispered in his ear and he automatically agreed to allow us to hold hands."
"She offered to let him bugger her,"Harry replied while still eyeing every shadow suspiciously.
"What makes you think that?"
"I reckon that since you got your bum from her, the two of you like the same things."
"Oh," she uttered in acceptance. Then Hermione stopped walking, and her expression and voice turned angry. "You were looking at my mother's bottom?"
"Yes," Harry said without guilt. "It's a rather attractive bum."
"You cheeky bastard, you ogled my Mum's bottom," Hermione snapped. "How could you do that? I mean, she's my mother!"
"Well, I did say that you got your glorious bottom from her. And I was using her posterior as a comparison of time," Harry said with a crooked smile. "And judging by how well you Mum's bottom has held up, I think it'll be glorious for a good long time to come."
"You think my bum's glorious?"Hermione said with a glow to her cheeks - her upper cheeks mind you. Although, Harry assumed that the glow in Hermione's upper cheeks meant that the witch wanted to be spanked so that her lower cheeks would glow as well.
The wizard stepped up to his witch and slipped his hands into her robes. His palms glided over her belly, around her back, and down passed her skirt. Then, with time honed skills gained by playing with her bottom, Harry slid his hands under her skirt and massaged her bum.
"You're not wearing your knickers,"Harry said. This drew the attention of 'Harry, Jr.'. The organ pressed against his trousers and was shouting, "Let me see! I wanna see knickerless-Hermione for myself!"
"They're in your pocket, remember," Hermione said and pushed her hips against his. "After we shagged in the train, I gave them to you as a memento."
"Oh, yeah," Harry said. His right hand left her bottom and retrieved the lacy garment from his robe pocket.
Once again, Hermione pushed her hips into Harry, this time grinding her body against his.
"You keep doing that and I'll take you right here in the hallway," Harry half threatened, half hoped.
"Promise?" she asked while still rubbing herself on him.
"That's it, I'm going to push you on the ground and have my way with you," Harry warned playfully. "Of course you've been rather vocal lately, not that I mind in the slightest, but if I'm going to shag you in the middle of the hall I don't want to attract attention to us."
"You can always gag me," offered Hermione.
"Hot damn, you're kinky," cheered Harry as he momentarily lost his composure. After regaining his cool, he slipped back into character. "It's a shame that the ball-gag is in my trunk," he paused and theatrically held up Hermione's knickers. "However, I do have these."
"Oh, that's dirty," Hermione said, or rather what she had apparently wanted to say. Harry was uncertain because the moment she had opened her mouth and said "Oh,"he placed the edge of her knickers into her mouth, effectively silencing her.
While both were blushing madly, Harry continued to stuff the undergarment in Hermione's mouth. And while he stuffed, Hermione had straddled his leg and was rubbing her naked flower on his trousers. Once Harry had successfully pushed the knickers in her mouth, Hermione began to pull down his zipper.
"I know you two have grown into exhibitionists extraordinaire, but you should really get a room," a familiar voice suggested from behind Harry and Hermione. They turned and saw Courtney, the Auror in training, standing a few feet away from them. In a panic, Hermione tugged her knickers out of her mouth. "Hot damn, you're kinky, Hermione," congratulated Courtney.
"I swear to God they're clean,"Hermione explained desperately as she shoved the garment into her pocket.
"Yes, but you're not, you dirty little witch," Courtney said, her tone indicating it as a flattering remark while a naughty grin appeared on her lips.
"Uh, Courtney, what are you doing here? I thought your tour of guarding the castle was up?" asked Harry, hoping that his question would direct attention away from what he and Hermione were just doing.
"I volunteered for another tour just so I could see things like what you were just doing," the Auror in training replied. "Now turn her around, hike up her skirt, and give her a spank. I just know she has to like it."
"Um, so why'd you volunteer?" Harry asked, hoping to divert the conversation.
"I just told you," she returned. "Give her a whack."
"I was being serious," Harry pressed.
"So was I," Courtney said. "It's so bad out there in the real world. You kids in here aren't terrified of your own shadow. You lot are loving and living, not like the people outside. I just needed to come back here, to reaffirm life, if you know what Imean?"
"Is it really that bad?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, it's pretty horrible,"replied Courtney with a frown. "People only leave their homes for work and nothing else. They've barricaded their windows and spend their nights in fear."
"That's horrible," Hermione muttered.
"And that's why I had to come back here," Courtney continued. "It was so bad that they were starting to drag me down with them. I came to the castle because you kids aren't like that. I mean, out there, you won't see folks shoving their knickers into their mouths, no sir."
Hermione turned a brilliant red. Trying to recover some dignity for his girlfriend, Harry lied "We're not like that. It was just a, um, joke. A fluke really, if you must know."
"Bullshit," challenged Courtney. "I heard about the Pensieves. So I know that you two are kinky enough to be shoving each others underwear in your mouths."
"You know about the Pensieves?"Hermione asked.
"Yeah I know about them. But I didn't see them so I feel all sorts of left out," Courtney said. "I know; you can make me feel better by giving her a whack right here!'
"No," Harry said flatly.
"Why not?" asked Courtney.
"Despite everything you've heard, we're not exhibitionists," explained Harry.
"Aw, you two are no fun," pouted Courtney. "Well I suppose I'll just have to go to that bloke who can draw well, I think his name is Dean, and have him make some sketches of what he saw in those Pensieves for me. Ta-ta," she waved goodbye and skipped away from the young couple.
"Do you suppose it's true?" asked Hermione after Courtney disappeared around the corner.
"What, about being exhibitionists?"Harry asked then answered. "Yeah, Iguess so. Otherwise I reckon we would still be upset over the notion of having everyone see us being intimate through those Pensieves. And then I had your naked titties pressed against the window a few hours ago, basically showing everyone the train passed by your boobs. So, yeah, we are exhibitionists."
"We also willingly made an instructional Pensieve for Ron and Luna," Hermione added. "But that wasn't what I was asking about," she corrected. "I was wondering if she was right about everyone being terrified."
"Yeah, she was," Harry answered. "I meant to tell you, when Iwent shopping the other day, I saw a lot of people and they were exactly how Courtney described. And when I spoke to Alicia, she mentioned that no body had been in her shop for days because no one's buying anything."
"That's awful," Hermione said with sorrow. "I can't wait for this war to be over. But for now," she paused and pulled her knickers out of her pocket.
Picking up on her cue, Harry snatched the knickers out of her hand and slowly pushed them back into her open mouth. Next, he bent her over, tossed up her robes and skirt to expose her bare bottom, and gave it a swat. Hermione moaned playfully as Harry rubbed the red spot on her bum. The witch let out amuffled shout when he swatted her bum twice in a row. Harry was about to deliver another spank when he heard someone clapping in a slow and deliberate manner.
"That's really a nice bottom, Hermione," congratulated Courtney as she continued to applaud. Apparently, as Harry and Hermione were getting prepared, the Auror in training had silently doubled back and was now leaning against the wall a few feet away, watching the show.
"Tkint oop," Hermione mutter through her knickers.
"She said 'thank you,'" translated Harry. He surprised himself by not trying to cover Hermione's naked bum. Of course, Hermione didn't try to cover herself up either.
"May I?" Courtney asked while looking at Hermione's bottom.
"Be my guest," Harry said and stepped to the side, surprising himself once more. It seemed to Harry that Courtney was right; he and Hermione had become exhibitionists.
Courtney brought her hand down on the brunette's backside with a resounding smack. "Nice and firm. Do you work out?"
"Ekz tha ksklez," gagged-Hermione replied with obvious pride. "Halk tha skaits moot ah guk werthaut."
"She said 'it's the castle, all the stairs make a good workout,'" again, Harry translated. "But I think it's genetics as well," he added. "Her mum has a splendic bum, too."
Courtney gave Hermione another hard swat and said; "That was fun. You two can carry on now."
As she walked away, Harry asked the Auror in training "Are you leaving for sure this time?"
"Nah, I was going to hide in the shadows and watch you shag her if you don't mind," she replied and walked into a dark alcove.
"Fine, just keep an eye out for Draco," requested Harry.
"Gotcha," Courtney said. "I don't know who Draco is, but I'll put up aDo Not Disturb Ward in the hall. That'll make anyone turn around and walk away if they approach. Now get on with the sex, I'm impatient."
"Damn, we've grown kinky," Harry said to Hermione.
"Yek, eev hak," agreed Hermione before Harry gave her another good spank.
As they proceeded to give a show, Courtney was unseen but not unheard.
"Are you using your legendary Parsletongue magic?" she asked as Harry worked on Hermione's flower.
"Yes-s-s, I am," he replied in Parsletongue. He then added with pride;"This-s-s is-s-s why I'm called the Mas-s-ster Pus-s-s-s-sy Licker."
"Oh, that must tickle," Courtney noted.
A few minutes later, as Harry and Hermione progressed, Courtney began giving helpful hints from her dark hiding place.
"Harry, grab her bum. That's it, dig your fingers in. And Hermione, why don't you give his nipple atwist. Good girl."
And;
"When you're all the way down, grind your hips into his, honey."
Also;
"Nibble on his ear. Oh, wait, you can't with those knickers in your mouth. Okay then, you nibble on her ear, Harry."
Then as Harry was clearly about to finish, Courtney asked "Are you going to cum in her or on her?"
"What - ah- do you - oh -suggest?" he grunted.
"Good porn always ends with the bloke cumming on the girl," she said. "That's my boy," she cheered as he fulfilled her request. "Now rub it in her skin."
As the two lovers were catching their breath, Courtney sauntered up to the half-naked pair. "You make a really funny face when you cum, you know that?" she asked Harry.
"So I've been told," he replied.
"Here you go," she said handing aballed up item to the wizard. "You can add it to your collection."
As she walked away, Harry unfolded the ball Courtney had given him to find that it was a pair of pink silk knickers. |
Title: 29 SAD LAD & DAD 30 DIE OR CRY
Tags: True Story, Boy, Exhibitionism, Male / Female Teens, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]29
SAD LAD & DAD
After school the next day, Jeff goes straight to Sean’s house.
“I thought you would be showing up soon.”
“I see. You’re in your bikini already.”
As they frolic in the pool Sean tells Jeff that Roxanne had called. “Oh, is she coming over to swim topless with us.”
“Ha. Ha.”
“Well, we’re topless too.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“So did she bare all at Black’s Beach?”
“No. Jeff, when you saw her turn around, she went back to put her top back on.”
“Why are you so sad, Sean? Never saw her naked?”
“Actually, no, but that’s not why I’m sad. Well, that’s sad too. She will not become a naturist because it makes her feel naked.”
“Dah!”
“Read between the lines. She hates that feeling.”
“So I’m right, Sean. You’re sad that you won’t see her naked. Me too!”
“Let me continue. She’s happy for me that I’m happy as a naturist, but there aint no way she ever will be.”
“Meaning Roxanne is out of the picture now. She’s history. I couldn’t be happier!”
“Well, I’m happy that way too, but I’m seriously sad about losing her.”
“So what can I do for you?”
“That’s sweet of you, Jeff! Right now I want to forget it and play.”
After plenty of wacky fun, Sean takes a business phone call. Soon Jeff feels his own sadness as he swims alone. So he runs up to Sean’s shower. When Sean finishes his call he goes to join Jeff. As he opens the shower door, he sees Jeff with his upper back leaning against the wall, his lower back stretched forward, and his legs spread apart. Instinctively Sean says, “Excuse me,” closing the door and stepping away. Now what he saw sinks in—Jeff was stroking his hard penis. Or is he imagining that.
“Sean, please don’t leave.”
“What’s up?”
“I need help.”
“Jeff, I thought you were having a precious private moment.”
“I’m very sad too.”
“About what?”
“I need to be able to jerk off so I can ask Maria out.”
“I think I missed something there. Is this her request?”
“No, it’s something I gotta do for me. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. Can you help?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your stroke.”
Breaking down in tears, “Help me Sean!”
“I really, really don’t want to go in there.”
In agony, “Please, Sean. Pleeeease.”
Sean steps in, seeing Jeff in the same position, “Can you stop masturbating for a minute?”
Still in tears, reluctantly, “OK.”
Sean slides a leg under Jeff so he can sit on his knee and lays his head on Jeff’s shoulder. So if you can jerk off you’re a man?”
“You got it!”
“To me, what I see you do on the ball field and in everyday life proves you’re a man.”
“I need more than that.”
“Let’s think about your father, Jeff.”
“I don’t know my father.”
“Exactly. What did he do to become your father.”
“He dipped my mother, the bastard!”
“So he did a whole lot more than jerk off to prove he’s a man.”
Angrily, “He’s no man!”
“I agree. You’re far more of a man than he.”
I think this is sinking in, Sean. But let me just think about it for a while.”
“Sure thing.” Sean feels relief now that Jeff softened. He gently starts rubbing Jeff’s stomach.
“That feels great. Just what I needed. Why am I in such an awkward position?”
Laughing, “Don’t ask me!”
“Sean, I’m sorry I kept wanking when you came in.”
“I was gonna get around to that.”
“I feel so empty when I jerk off alone.”
“Jeff, I hear you. Try hugging yourself with your free arm.”
“OK. But I really rather have you there. To be honest, I really want you to jack me.”
“Well, I appreciate your honesty, I’m not surprised actually, but that’s not gonna happen. I know some one that would be happy to oblige.”
“Yeah, but he says…no, that’s none of your business.”
“That’s right!” Sean gives Jeff a big hug, then says, “We better get under the shower before we run out of hot water.” They proceed with their new ritual.
30
DIE OR CRY
“Hello Jeff! Two afternoons in a row. You caught me by surprise this time.”
“Sean, remember the cliff?”
“Sure do. Are you ready to jump?”
“Stop it! I’m ready to make a commitment.”
“Well great! You first get a big hug.” Jeff gives him a kiss on the cheek too. “So, Jeff, do you remember what you need to say?”
“Yeah. I promise to do no harm to myself, no matter how bad I feel.”
“Congratulations, buddy!
“There’s more, Sean.”
“That’s right. Go for it.”
“I trust God will keep me safe in his arms no matter how bad things may get.”
“Wow! What wonderful words! I couldn’t have said it better myself!”
“Thanks,” tears streaming down Jeff’s face, “I’ve been praying. And I kept getting pictures in my head of God holding me the way you hold me. I feel safe in your arms. Now I know I’m safe in his.”
“Now you’ve got me crying too. Thank you little man.”
“Man! Yeah! Guess what. Maria wants to go out with me!”
“Congratulations again, Jeff! Where are you going?”
“We couldn’t figure that out. Can we go on a double date with you?”
“Who do I ask out?”
“My mother, dah!”
“Sounds like that could work out nicely. Maybe a dinner-date, so we can get to know each other.”
“Yeah!”
“So talk to your mother. If she approves, then you need to get permission from her parents. Maybe they want to come too.”
“Man, this is harder than getting married!”
Laughing, “Interesting point. Now that you’re here, Jeff, I need your help.”
“Shoot.”
“I’ve been depressed today.”
“You don’t look depressed, Sean.”
“No. That’s because you’re the silver lining in my cloud.”
“Whatever that means.”
“You bring sunshine into my heart. Agony melts away.”
“So what do you need?”
“Jeff, I want you to lay down with me in my bed.”
“Well, let’s hit it. Are we getting naked?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
In bed Jeff asks, “What made you depressed?”
“Losing Roxanne.”
Sadly, “Oh yeah.”
“We’ve been together a long time.”
“And you never got naked!”
“Please don’t go there. I need a listener right now. I know losing Roxanne is good news for you. But I need you to be sad with me. Maybe you can think about yesterday, when you thought you couldn’t have Maria.”
“OK, Sean, good idea.”
So they lay there in each other’s arms, being sad together, not needing to say much. Occasionally Sean talked about precious memories of Roxanne. Jeff felt pleased that he could help comfort Sean just like Sean helped him yesterday. Today, he’s the man. |
Title: 2Greens + Pink + Purple + Red Is A Party!
Chapter title: 2Greens-Pink-Red-and-Purple-One-Hell-of-A-Painting
Story Description:
In which Izuku puts a ring on Tsuyu's finger and a bun in the oven, gets an office blowjob and has fuckbuddies P.S: I suck ass at summaries. (Sequal to "Green + Pink Is Great! But More Green Is More Fun)
Anime & Manga♀♀♂♀
Story Content:
"Hmm...
...Mmm..."
Izuku Midoriya's arm went into autopilot to throw it'self over his face, his body's last resort to try and get more sleep
'No no no, get up you big lug...' He told himself, he opened his eyes slightly and blinked, he sighed at the feeling of his bare body surrounded by the soft sheets and... soft... blank-
'NO! It's soft yes, but it's time for work!'
With one last groan, he threw his weight forwards to sit straight up, he blinked again and again as his eyes got more adjusted his bedroom lit by the ceilings light. Looking around, he noticed two things:
1: Last night's guests and Ochako had left, or at least somewhere else in the house
2: Tsuyu had gotten closer to him sometime in the night, lying to his right, her dainty arm wrapped around his lower stomach and her muscular legs cuddled his large right leg A.K.A another damn good reason to stay in bed
"Alright, let's go..." Izuku told himself as he got up from his bed as he read the clock '4:53? Damn, everyone got up so early.' He looked over at Tsuyu's slightly snoring form. Deciding not to wake her up, he disabled the clock set for 7 minutes later. 'There.' He smiled softly and ran his hands gently through her long and silky soft locks of hair, 'Get your sleep babe.' He then leaned in and kissed his second wife's forehead.
Izuku chuckled to himself as he recalled the night before 'Yeah, after all that, I bet you need some rest.'
Izuku got up from his bed and exposed his bare form to the lukewarm room, 'Alright, Shower, brush my teeth, make some breakfast for Me and the girls, then pick up NumaPad from U.A' He recited his morning routine to himself as he grabbed clothes to wear under his suit from his closet (A black tank-top, underwear, socks)
With one last loving look towards his sleeping wife, and left with a deep yawn
*Yaawn* "Hmm... A nice hot shower, and hotter tea with honey or some coffee... Yeah, that'll keep me up."
* 27 minutes later *
Ochako Midoriya pouted and looked through her kitchen, it was a wide beige-colored room with black appliances and dark brown shelves and countertops,
she sighed and looked down at her pregnant belly. "What should we have?"
She looked over at the two shelved baskets of fruit, "Yeah, let's get somthing healthy, nice-" She reached over and grabbed a large-ish peach "-And sweet." She took a small bite and sighed as she moved her pink bedrobe aside to rest her hand on her belly
Ochako gulped and sighed "You're a lucky baby, did you know that sweetie? You've got such an amazing daddy and two mommies waiting for you," Ochako gave a small giggle as her eyes pricked with small tears "Oh my sweet little thing... you can't *hick* come quick enough-!"
She shoved the hand that rested on her belly and shoved her fist into her mouth and bit down slightly, letting out tiny hiccups and even smaller laughs. 'Oh, dear... I need to calm down a bit' She started taking deep and slow breaths 'No reason to cry Ochako, deep breaths-'
"Babe? Och-!" Izuku walked into the room while cutting off her train of thought, and fully dressed in his hero suit and all (For reference: I found this and I love it, but with red shoes)
Ochako looked over at her husband who walked in with a small and loving smile, but did a complete 180 when he saw her just as she began crying "Ochako!"
In the blink of an eye, Izuku had his wife's hands in his for comfort while the other cradled her face and got down to plant a small kiss on her cheek "What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Izuku asked with a bit of fright and lots of loving worry in his voice.
Ochako looked up through her slightly stinging eyes into her husband's wide green ones. "Sorry to worry you Deku, It's nothing... It's just..." Ochako freed one of her hands and cupped Izuku's cheek with it "You're gonna be-*hic!* a wonderful daddy!" Ochako got out before she let out a small sob.
Izuku smiled and sighed, before making a serious expression. "And YOU-" He put his hands around her hips.
"E-Eh?! D-Deku!"
With a small smirk, he lifted her off the ground so even though she was looking down, he made her look into her eyes. (For a quick reference, she was about half a foot above him but her feet dangled at MOST a foot and a half)
"Eep!" Ochako squeaked.
"-Are going to be an even better Mommy!" He declared with a wider smile
'I love this big dork...' Ochako giggled and kicked her feet around while wiping a few tears away. "Well, you'll be the very best Daddy in the world!" She countered playfully before leaning down.
Izuku brought her closer to him, just enough so she could wrap her legs around his stomach and her arms around the back of his neck. He then placed his hands under her to grope her ass.
*Chu* Ochako pulled away from the kiss, "Deku, please before you go..." Ochako made an extra effort to press as much of her breasts and bulging belly into his upper-body. "Make love to me."
It would be alright if he was a little late to pick up NumaPad, right? Just a little late...
Izuku couldn't help but let out a small and deep chuckle "Ochako I swear, until the day I die: that's something I'll NEVER deny you..." His breathing was steamy and heavy, he kissed her on her cheek "...My love."
Ochako moved faster than a lightning bolt and captured her husband's lips and used it to null her moans. He turned a bit and sat her down on the counter and moved his hands to rub her pussy through her white panties, and felt as his fingers got increasingly more wet while his other held Ochako's head.
Izuku hesitantly pulled away, "I only have about half an hour." He informed her, but she didn't care, she just wanted to have him all for herself no matter how little time they had.
"Then stick it in already, Sweetie~" 'Oh man, Tsuyu's gonna be mad we did this without her... oh well, maybe tonight~' The couple thought in unison
"My pleasure, love." He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, unsheathing his throbbing and fully hard monster. "It's unfair, Ochako. you're so sexy and you don't even try, you make me this way and I love it~" He grabbed her panties and slipped them past her wide hips and bubble butt.
"Then what're you gonna do about it, you stud of a hero, hmm?" She teased and gave a small nod, her sign that she was ready.
Izuku scoffed "I already did." He pointed at her full belly, "And I'll do it again however many times I please..." He promised as he lifted her by her hips, brought her close, and then used them to spread out her ass-cheeks and pussy lips.
"I'll hold you to that promise, stud." He lifted her up enough so he could only use one hand to hold her, and the other to aim his apple-sized tip to tease her entrance.
"Ohh~ Please! Deku baby!" She bounced up and down in his grip to beg him to stick the massive rod into her body, and in the process shook and ground her breast against his chest again.
"As you wish, my love~." He said as he pushed her halfway down onto his cock
"OH-MPH!" Izuku immediately captured her lips in a kiss and kicked slightly to push his pants to his ankles.
Izuku grunted into her mouth as her pussy re-adjusted to the familiar cock of her husband. 'OH GOD! I'll never get used to this cock in me!' She thought 'Not in a million years!'
Izuku lowered her slightly along with his hips while Ochako whined at the feeling of him leaving, 'Come back! Wreck my pussy again!'
And with a grunt, he hilting inside her and slapped his heavy balls against her ass, causing it to shake and ripple slightly. 'DEKU, YES! Love me! Fuck me! Break me!'
Ochako screamed and moaned into Izuku's mouth while his throbbing cock relished inside the tight and wet vice-like grip of his wife's pussy, but they both shared in the feeling of it bulging in her, causing a massive outline that was as noticeable as her baby bump.
Izuku pulled back and savored the slick sound of his rod leaving its favorite place, then rammed it back to the sounds of Ochako's scream of pure joy and the *Smack!* Of their hips colliding and his balls smacking into her ass once more before swinging back down between his legs. He took his arms and wrapped it around her like a bear hug and trapped her arms as well as keeping her still.
He opened one eye and saw her pleading eyes beg for him to fuck her once more. "Hm Lmmph ymm..." She mumbled into his mouth
"What?" He asked as he pulled away,
"I-I Love y-you, pour your love into me!" She pleaded
"As your husband, your wish..." He thrust into her again and kept up a quick rhythm with hard, mind-breaking thrusts "...Is my command."
"OH GOD! YES DEKU!! FUCK ME! LOVE ME! CUM IN ME!" Ochako went slightly cross-eyed and cheered on her husband as he fucked her in their kitchen.
Izuku added more force into his thrusts while hugging her tighter and pressed her stomach and breasts into his chest more, now he was using her like a toy, where he could go as hard and fast as he wanted and she'd only beg him for more.
After a couple of minutes of his relentless pounding, "OH GOD! Deku, I-I'M GONNA!" Izuku gave one hard thrust and her gushing wet walls squeezed on its lover and let loose her sloppy orgasm that trailed from his cock, staining his pubic hair and rolling down their legs. But this didn't stop him at all, he continued to bury his bull-like cock in her body like he didn't care.
But she loved that, with so little effort from his bulging muscles to his monstrous log and especially his amazing stamina, could squeeze her cum from her body like he was drying a sponge, she loved that he could treat her as his queen while she made sure to satisfy her king as best she could or do a complete 180 and use any one of her wet, slutty holes to empty his balls whenever he pleased like she was his personal whore... but either way, she was HIS.
"Ochako..." She looked up at him but had a hard time keeping eye-contact, "Who's your baby daddy?" (For a quick refresher, A while ago Ochako and Izuku found a mutual kink: MaleDom, usually consisting of name-calling, spanking, restraints, leashes, pet-play, and punishments, but always involved dirty talking. They especially thought breeding and ownership talk was HOT. And now back to our program...)
"Y-You Deku!"
Izuku's breath hitched as he smirked "Who's the only one who ever gets to do this to you?!"
"YOU! Yo-you're the ONLY one!" She then let out a scream of pleasure.
Izuku muttered an 'Oh yeah' under his breath before increasing the speed of his thrusts "Who's ring is on your
finger?! Who gets the privilege of seeing your sexy bod!?"
"O-Oh GOD!"
"Who!?"
"D-D-! Izu!! F-Fuck!! ME!!"
Izuku shook his head and channeled about 15% of One For All in his hips, and hilted into her. Ochako's eyes became the size of dinner plates with pricks of tears in them and her tongue flew out, and Izuku groaned at the feeling of whatever looseness she had was gone, he felt as though he was forcing his cock in a coin slot so he stopped.
With a few deep and hot breaths, he savored the sounds of her shallow and squeak-like breathing combined with her juices splashing against the floor.
"...Who's your baby daddy?" His tone was icy and commanding.
"Y-You..." Her tone was meek but above all, it was needy and sensual.
"Who's the only one who gets to do this to you?"
"Y-You, you are..."
"Who's the only one who gets to fill your belly with his babies?"
"You!" Ochako howled as he pulled out from her slick folds and rammed the tool back into her
"Who owns your pussy? Who's the only one who gets to touch you like this?" He huskily demanded
Ochako smiled with tears in her eyes and raised her hand through his grip on her arm to show him her ring, "Only you, Izuku~. Forever and ever... My one and only~." Izuku gave her a loving smile and pulled half-way out of his wife, "K-Keep going, please fill me~ Use your pretty little pet, My Master Deku~"
With a glint in his eye, he rammed his entire cock into her pussy and sighed in content to the sounds of his wife's moans and screams of pleasure like his personal orchestra as he channeled One for All in his cock, a technique that sped up how fast he could cum. And as his wife mewled and praised him, he wished for nothing more than to fill her with his hot and thick flood of cum...
So with a determined look on his face, he grabbed her from behind her knees and raised her up enough to grab her wrists with his large hands. He lowered his head down to kiss her neck and collarbone while she moaned, and in his lustful and husky voice said: "I can't wait until I can knock you up again," He started thrusting once more with less force, this time preferring to slowly slide and grind every last inch of his pole in her tight wet snatch.
"But even though I can't, I'll still fill you like I'm trying to!" He declared as Ochako instinctively bit down on his shoulder, which in turn made his cock swell in pleasure.
"O-Ochako!" He turned to his right and took one large step to lay her on her back on the counter, she took the hint.
"P-Please Master! Fill me up!" Ochako took a moment to squeal and scream in pleasure, "PLEASE, GIVE ME YOUR SWEET HOT CUM!!"
Izuku thrust with a bit more force as he did his husbandly duty to grant her wishes, and groaned in relief when he buried his rod into her tight-as-a-vice pussy and gave her a huge flood-like load of his creamy seed into her body, and watched in delight as she threw her head back while squealing while his cum filled her belly at a godly rate.
After a few minutes of lying on the counter from their quaky and sweaty embrace, Izuku picked her up bridal style and put her down gently while giving her sweet kisses on her cheek and forehead.
"I'll make some green tea, okay sweetie?" He asked. Ochako's lustful and fucked-stupid face turned to his and gave him a loving peck on the lips, "You're the best, thank you honey~."
And as Izuku wiped himself off in the kitchen and re-dressed, a jealous Tsuyu puffed out her cheeks with her arms crossed.
So as it turns out, NumaPad was running late as well, so she didn't notice that he arrived at the front of U.A's dorms mere seconds before she did, (although she did notice a weird scent on him,) she waved goodbye to her sensei.
"Hey, NumaPad?" He asked her as they left U.A's gates
"Yes sir?"
"It's a Sunday, are you sure you don't want to take the day off? Highschool on its own is stressful, I don't want to overwork ya." He said with a hint of concern as he looked down at her and right into her eyes.
"O-Oh, um..." She stuttered as she acted like what she was: A schoolgirl talking to her idol. "W-Well, it's no BIG deal, maybe I-I could stop early- I-I mean, no wait, Ok," She took a breath and looked up at Deku's face which had a bit more worry, and she feared that he'd make her stay at U.A "I meant: I could call it a day early, I made plans anyway so..." She gave him the most calming smile she could.
He sighed and smiled in return. "Alright then, let's-"
*BOOM!!*
"Come' on, COME ON!!"
NumaPad's head turned to the right so fast Deku swore he heard her neck crack, past the treeline that rested in front of U.A distance voices and boisterous laughter carried through the trees and was birthed from the distant smoke.
"Hey, NumaPad?"
"Y-Yeah, sir!?" She jumped on a lily pad she created
"Let's play a game, have you had breakfast yet?" He asked casually as he cracked his knuckles
"W-Well no, I was running late!"
"I thought so, if you can take down more of them than I do, we'll stop somewhere and I'll pay for us both, how's that sound-?"
*Boing! Boing!*
Deku looked up at his speeding and bouncing intern towards the smoke. With a smirk, Deku charged One For All in his body and launched off the concrete like a rocket towards the smoke,
"Alright, another day at the office."
*About 7 hours later*
(As it turned out, no matter what Deku said to NumaPad, he was too much of a sucker to NOT pay for her)
After their afternoon patrol, they arrived back at the large and sleek green-themed building with an open glass-wall entrance, Deku's hero agency.
A few minutes after entering, Deku sighed as he leaned back in his office chair and let the sunlight from the large window shine let on his face. He scratched his chin and looked over at the clock, '2:06'.
"Tch, hehe." Deku looked over at his intern who was looking at her phone in the front chair from the three in front of him, he looked down at the papers, all of which was for her to continue her internship into her 3rd year. Deciding he could do them a bit later, he put his chin in his hands and asked: "What's up Numa-Chan?"
NumaPad (Or Akarui Yokina) fought off the blush at his nickname for her, her hood was down and revealed her dark brown hair that was styled in twin drills, (For her hood she puts them into buns, which was positively the cutest thing in Deku's eyes.) "O-oh, it's just-" She put her hand in her face to try and not laugh too loudly, "This article, from this morning."
"Oh?" He said, now interested, at least more interested in this rather than paperwork
"Yeah yeah! Listen to this okay!?" She said a bit louder than she meant to in excitement, but Deku smiled anyways.
She cleared her throat and read, "Red Riot Fights Villian Right Outside His Own Home-" She giggled again while Deku imagined the day where he could walk out on his own front lawn and a Villian would be right there. "-In His Boxers!"
Deku shoved his fist in his mouth to stop himself from laughing as hard and wildly as his young intern, who was so close to rolling on the floor, although that sight on its own was enough to bring him to the edge.
Numa-pad took a few deep breaths and got back in her chair "Yeah, he said: My wife was having some coffee in our living room, I walked in and she jumped like a foot in the air and before I could ask what was wrong, she pretty much chucked me outside!"
"That's amazing..." Deku said as he wiped away a tear, "Oh man..."
"Deku, sir?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't you go to U.A with him?"
Deku smiled nostalgically, "I did! Went to his wedding too, he's a great guy."
"Yeah, he even subbed for our combat teacher once!" She said cheerfully
"Really? Who did he sub for?"
"Tailman-sensei!"
The two recollected themselves and sighed in content, although a bit bored there was nothing happening, or anything really to do- *Brrring*
Deku reached for his office phone and answered it, "Hello?"
"Mr. Deku," It was the receptionist's feminine and business-like voice "There are four people here to see you."
"Uh, who?" He asked, then he looked over at NumaPad and mouthed 'Could you another chair please?'
She gave him a thumbs up and walked over to the side room to grab a chair.
"Creati, Earphonejack, One Mr.Aizawa, and his daughter."
Deku smiled at the noise of clattering chairs as a result of NumaPad's shock. She stuck her head out with eyes filled with wonder and glee. "Send them up please." He requested,
"They're on their way sir, have a nice day."
"You too, goodbye." He looked up at NumaPad's mix of nervousness and overwhelming excitement. 'I can't even judge her, I was the same.'
"Just sit down and take a deep breath" He advised as she sat down, "If it'll help," He got up and moved his chair more to the right, "You can sit next to me." He offered
She quickly grabbed her chair and moved it to his left. "T-Thanks, sir." She said with a small blush
After nearly a minute passed there was a knock on the door and NumaPad gave a small 'Eep!'
"It's unlocked." He informed the people behind it.
"Izuku-Niisan!" A 15-year old Eri, dressed in a pink long-sleeved shirt, a black skirt, and pink-black striped leggings came in and skipped over to his right side and hugged him.
With a deep and affectionate chuckle, he wrapped his large arms around the girl's back "It's SO good to see you Izu-Niisan!"
Izuku smiled brightly at her 'Too cute!'
"It's good to see you too Eri-Chan."
Eri looked up from Izuku and looked at the calmer and bouncier NumaPad, "Hey Yokina-chan!"
NumaPad giggled, "Hey Eri-Ch-!"
Before she could finish, Eri removed herself from Izuku and kissed her nose. "Ready for our date?" She asked
Izuku smiled, these two were about the cutest kids he's ever met and their adorable-meter (Tm) was squared when together. 'Is this what they grow up too fast means?' Izuku thought for a brief moment, were his kids gonna be like this?
"Yeah!" Yokina answered as she gave Eri a peck on the lips. "I've been waiting all day!" She got out before giggling and getting up, but then she turned to the door and remembered why she was so nervous.
Next to her girlfriend's father was Creati and Earphone jack, wearing their hero costumes and looking very official-like.
"O-Oh! Miss Creati, Earphone jack! I-I'm a big fan!" Yokina said as she nodded and jittered rapidly while Eri giggled into her sleeve.
"Nice to meet ya kid, we saw you on the news this morning. You're pretty cool." Kyoka said with a small and kind smile.
Izuku had to cover his mouth to stop himself from snorting at his intern's fangirl squeal
"Fangirls..." Aizawa muttered under his breath, he scratched his chin. His lazy gaze roamed around the room, it had light brown floors with green carpets underneath and beyond his desk, the large window that displayed the city, and a few shelves on each wall, (One held papers and such while the other had a few awards and vintage All Might figurines) and an old-ish All Might poster on the wall behind him. All in all, he'd seen worse.
"Can I ask where you two are going?" Izuku asked them, to which Eri answered: "An amusement park! We've been saving up for what a month?" Eri turned to Yokina who nodded excitedly.
"Oh that's great, have fun you two. That's an order NumaPad." He joked as the two schoolgirls laughed.
"Goodbye Izu-Niisan!"
"Have a good day Sir!" The girls said as they walked past the three pro heroes, Yokina waved a bit too excitedly to Creati and Earphone jack as she left.
"See ya, Aizawa" Izuku said as the older man followed the two girls.
"See ya." He said as he closed the door behind him
as the door closed with a soft thud, Izuku leaned back a bit and sighed, "So, how can I help you two?"
The receptionist waved the trio goodbye when they arrived with a kind smile, but as they left her eyes went wide and she started blushing, she then lifted the phone to her ears, one thing she learned about this job, her boss often forgot to close the phone properly, so if she didn't close it as well, she could hear inside his office.
'Please do something today... It sounds so good~' She thought as she drifted her hand down to her pants
"Hey Green," Kyoka said as the pair walked to the seats in front of him. Izuku smiled at Momo and she blushed profusely, "It's about our partnership" Kyoka was a tad reluctant to say it, but whatever.
"Y-yes," Momo added, "The one we've been talking about for the past month." She specified as if he didn't know from the moment they entered.
"Oh yeah," He looked down at his desk and filed every paper right next to the phone, which had the blinking red dot. Izuku fought off the urge to roll his eyes, wasn't his receptionist married? Oh well...
"What of it? Something you wanna add or talk about?" He asked as he reclined in his seat and reached for his cell phone.
The two took a deep breath and looked at each other, Momo looked at Kyoka with what looked to be mostly love, while the other part was: 'Thanks for this'
Kyoka gave Momo her best: 'We can do this' look. Izuku opened up his text group with Tsuyu and Ochako.
"We decided," Momo held Kyoka's hand as she spoke, "That this is something we wanted to do together. As a team"
For a tiny bit of backstory, Much like a few of their classmates, (Like the man in front of them) Momo and Kyoka married quickly after their years at U.A. ended. Another thing to note, a 'no strings attached' relationship between Momo and Izuku before her relationship with Kyoka had introduced Momo to the idea of open relationships, like having casual fuck-buddies and several partners.
And Momo introduced the idea to Kyoka. And the two couples kept their 4-way relationship all the way to today.
Izuku chuckled, "Of course, you guys are my friends! Why would I ever refuse?" His voice was sly and eager, "But you won't mind if I tell Ochako and Tsuyu, right? We could do it at my place if you're okay with that of course."
"N-no, we don't have to." Kyoka said, blushing as red as her wife's costume "We can keep it here." She finished huskily.
Izuku brought up his phone to inform his wives. "So let's run this deal over again, just so I'm clear." He said as he began to finish up his message
"Right," Kyoka said, "as you know, we wanted a sperm donor so Momo could have a child." Izuku nodded
"But after a few good talks, I wanted to have one as well so I could be there alongside her." Izuku nodded again while being reminded of his wives back home
Kyoka and Momo's faces reddened before Momo spoke again, "Since you had no problem with doing it to me, we figured you wouldn't have a problem with Kyoka. So... What do you say?" Momo asked as she leaned in slightly to show off her cleavage
"Hmm." Izuku put away his phone and looked down at the tent he was pitching, and why wouldn't he? Two beautiful women wanted his help! What kind of hero would he be if he said no?
"Well I am at work," he took one last glance at the clock and back to them "So I guess we could make this quick..."
Momo jittered eagerly in her seat. "So, Green~" Kyoka took off her jacket and squeezed her medium-sized breasts together while Momo freed her entire upper body, displaying her large melons and writing on her reading: MILK! "Making two women mommies at once? You're so greedy, pouncing on any girl you want." Kyoka gave a fake sigh as she took off her boots and socks.
"But I guess I can't blame ya, Momo here's sexy as all hell, so I guess I know where you're coming from~" She took off her pants as she gave her flustered wife a kiss on her cheek.
"H-Hey! Don't act like he doesn't know how much of a hot piece of ass you are!" Momo countered playfully as she gave her a kiss on the lips, then Kyoka put her hand behind her head to keep her in place, and as the couple continued making out Izuku unbuckled his belt and skooched back his chair just a bit.
And as the half-nude couple pulled away with a small *Chu* and finished stripping.
Izuku smirked as he beaconed the two nude women to behind the desk *Ping*
"Oh, just a second ladies." He looked down at his phone and they had answered,
Och-Chan:
Oh, that's so good to hear Deku! But make sure to send some pics, and save some cream for us 😋 , K Babe?
Tsu:
Captian Selkie has the crew a little farther off the coast than normal, so there's a chance I'll be a little late, so don't you DARE start without me again!
Izuku gave a soft chuckle as he returned his attention to the two beauties that now sat side by side on his desk, Momo hugged herself to push up her breasts even more as well as spreading her legs enough so he could see her leaking vagina, and to her left Kyoka pulled her pussy lips apart for him.
"C'mon Green, I'll make Momo give you that boobjob you love so much when I'm full~"
Momo got off the desk to give Kyoka one last kiss on the cheek then to Izuku's right side to cling on him, "She's asking for it, right? Fill her up please~, fill my wife with your seed!"
Kyoka hopped off the desk and with a smirk bent over it, displaying her muscular legs and firm buttocks while pressing her warm body against his desk. "Don't keep me waiting Green, y'know I like it rough~" She encouraged while swinging her firm and supple ass left to right.
Izuku stood up while fishing his tool with both hands, the very reminder that he needed to do so to take out such a huge package sent pleasant chills down the couple's spines.
*Thwap!*
Kyoka gasped when she felt it, she felt his shadow loom over her form, his hips pressing against her ass flesh, she felt the thick rod run from the crevis of her ass run along her spine. His glorious tool laid on her back as she shivered at every pump of his veins that made it harder, heavier, and ooze its precum on her upper back.
"O-oh god..." Kyoka looked back with a husky and excited look, "This thing gets bigger every time, Green~" She said as she began rolling her hips back, jacking him off with her luscious cheeks. "Get hard for me Green, get hard so you can fuck my brains out!"
Izuku reached over and grabbed both her wrists in one hand, then used the other to force her cheek to the desk, just so she could watch him. Then whimpered in delight when he lifted up his cock and slapping her back with it, leaving hot splashes on her back.
"It's so amazing," Momo praised him as she rubbed her soft breasts against his firm muscle-y side and let her arms roam and caress his chest and back through his suit. Then she put her hand on his base and stroked a good few inches, and leaned "I bet your wives beg for this blessing every night, huh?"
She then licked his earlobe and ground her pussy against his leg like a dog begging for attention. "Make her squeal, I love all the sexy little noises she makes, and I know you do too."
Izuku pushed her forwards a bit and pulled his hips back a considerable amount so his mushroom cap could be at her lips, then took out his phone for a quick picture
"C'mon Green, no need to be gentle~" She wiggled up and down to graze her wet and sensitive lips on his steel-like rod, she smothered it in her juices as if to say: 'Come right on in! I need this as much as you do!'
"If you insist..." He said in a low voice, then shot his hips forwards
*SMACK!!*
"Oooh, gaawd!" She screamed with her face halfway into the table, she panted hard and fought off the urge to scream. His cock was an absolute monster, it's tree trunk-like form pulsed like crazy, his veins felt like vines that stretched her already strained walls to the max.
"You said there's no need to be gentle, right? Wanna retract that?" Izuku said while smirking.
Kyoka let out one last gasp then looked back at him, her face was quivering with a large smile and neon red blush. "N-Nope!" She declared
Izuku pressed her arms into her back more, "If you want to, just tell me when to stop." He said
"N-Never!" She said boldly as she pressed her against him more, "J-Just hurry an-and knock me up..."
Izuku pulled about a quarter of his length out, savoring Kyoka's gasp as she had the surreal feeling of his rod dragging against every single inch of her cavern. Then he slammed it back in, rocking the desk.
Izuku forced her head back onto the desk, pressing her cheek onto it. "Phhuuuuck!" she slurred, the rocker girl already felt him in her womb and waited eagerly for when he'd fill it with his seed. "Mhooore!"
He kept up this rhythm only with vastly increased speed, smacking his muscular thighs against her firm ass, watching it flatten and bounce due to the sheer force he fucked her with, each time he pulled out he caused a bit more of her juices to spill out and sprawl against her thighs.
Izuku rolled his hips so he could use a bit more force in exchange for slightly slower speed for the next few minutes, not that she minded
"GIVE ME MHORE YOU PHUKING STUD!" She yelled as every word caused more and more drool to spill from her mouth and onto the desk, "YOU BIG-DICKED PHUKING STUD, PHILL ME PLEAZZ!"
"That's it, make sure she knows how much of a slut she is for your dick." Momo told him, "She's pleasure drunk, fuck her until she can't think straight at all."
Izuku took his hand off Kyoka's head and behind Momo's,
Now free, Kyoka looked over at the pair. Izuku grabbed Momo's head and made her make out with him, and they did it sloppily, they twisted their heads and swirled their tongues in each other's mouths so much they pressed against each other's cheeks, making loud slurping sounds mixed with Momo's moans and pleads for more.
Kyoka loved her situation. there was something so odd, so thrilling and damn-near taboo about it: There she was, lying on her stomach in her friend's office while he gave her the best fuck she'll ever have with the intention of giving her his child, while her own wife watched with glee and at the same time kissing said friend with passion and lust.
*Chu* Izuku pulled away from Momo and pulled out his phone again, "Kyoka, smile for the camera." He said with a low voice
With all her will power, she lifted her head up and gave a full smile, showing off all her teeth. She felt how hot she was, she felt the drool rolling off her face and the wanton expression she made, she knew she must've looked like a slut, a needy little bitch that needed a cock. But she didn't care, she wanted him to keep going and not stop until she carried his baby.
"Thanks, wanna reward for that?" He asked slyly with a wickedly sweet smile, he then put his phone away and put his thumb in her mouth and inspected it, making her tongue hang out like a panting dog
"Yesh Pwease!" She begged as she bounced back into his hips, eager to have more pleasure.
"Okay then..." He replaced the hand he was holding her down with his other.
*SMACK* Izuku swatted her left ass cheek, leaving a bright red print "GAH!!"
He pulled back and looked over at Momo, who quivered in perverted delight.
This continued for about twenty minutes, Izuku smacking Kyoka's ass until it was bright red, tears came from her eyes and she became a babbling mess. Izuku turned her over on her back and began sucking on her breasts, moving the bud with his tongue and alternating between nipples to give her as much pleasure as possible.
"Here it is!" He announced, he grabbed her by her shoulders and picked her up off the desk, then he sat down in his chair and dropped her, "Just making sure you get every last drop, slut." He then pushed her down further and held her there
Kyoka's broken mind acknowledged his cock swelling, and could only think of one thing: 'Cum... Inside me...'
Izuku grunted and gave her ass one last hard swat, then he looked down to see Momo licking his balls as if she was cheering on his sperm into her wife's cunt.
Izuku petted Momo and held her head in place, then with one last grunt he came
Kyoka panted and gasped as the thick heat forced her ruined cunt wider, each pump of his seed filled her belly and inflated her, her womb stretched to accept all his seed as its eggs were filled.
"Guhhhh..." Kyoka slurred before slumping into his chest.
Izuku put his hands around her waist and lifted her up enough to pull out his filthy cock, shining and dripping from Kyoka's juices and caked in sperm
"Wow~"
Izuku looked down and smirked at Momo who licked up the rolling juices, "So much, there's no way she isn't pregnant..." She then began rubbing her own belly, "And it's all thanks to you!" She got up a little to lick up more and more of dirty cock.
She took a deep whiff, his musky, heavy, and meaty scent mixed with Kyoka's was amazing. She took one big lick from the base of the underside of his cock for a good few inches, then shoved her nose in his balls and sniffed
"Tch, perv." He teased from above. "Hey, I've got patrol in a bit and some paperwork to do, having this is my pants all dirty and hard isn't all that great." He threw out casually.
"On it, Sir..." She took his cock by the base and pulled it down, she crawled back a bit under his desk and slipped the tip in her mouth with a moan.
"That's it~," He said as he pulled out his phone one last time to take a picture. "Clean me off then suck it dry." He commanded.
She nodded then put about a quarter of it in, moaning all the way and bobbing her head like a pro. "When you're done sucking me off, make sure to clean up your wife." He told her
In response, she grabbed his hips and dragged herself down his rod until her nose touched his pubic hair.
Izuku leaned back in his chair again and sighed...
Life was good: No matter how long it took him he still became a hero, married to the two most beautiful women in the world who both carried his child, friends he could stay in touch with and help, he was content where he was.
*6 months later*
Izuku lied on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling sighing contently, gently holding and cradling the weights on both his sides. He looked around the plain and quiet hospital room before looking to his right.
Tsuyu nuzzled him with her head under his chin, wearing a soft baby blue dress and cradling their child: A beautiful baby girl with wide green eyes and green silk-like hair, tiny doting freckles with soft chubby everything and born with largish hands and feet, her name was Hikaeru Midoriya, and they couldn't be happier to have her. The mother and daughter hugged each other in Izuku's protective embrace.
On his left, Ochako lied on her back and used his biceps as a pillow and cradled their twins: Omoi and Raita Midoriya, both had fluffy brown hair, round eyes, (Omoi had green while Raita had his mother's brown.) With pink cheeks and fingerpads and small pointy noses. They cuddled next to each other atop their momma while she lied on their papa
The moment he knew they were both pregnant, Izuku vowed he'd gladly die for them but know that he met them, he doesn't want to anymore, simply because he knows they need him there no matter what and if he died, for whatever reason, he couldn't be with them ever again and that frightened him more than Shigaraki, Stain, Toga, Muscular, and All For One rolled up into one villain.
"So Izuku," Tsuyu spoke softly as she looked up at him, "Do you know what we want?" Izuku raised his brow and looked over at Ochako, who looked at him with a lustful and loving look.
"Can'ya guess Izu?" Ochako asked, he looked back at Tsuyu who had the same look, and he swore that there was no angel in heaven more beautiful than these two together.
With a small chuckle, he responded, "I know, you still want nine little ones each, right?" His two loves blushed lightly and kissed his cheeks, "Alright then..." He gave a fake sigh of tiredness, "I guess I have no choice, so how about this:"
Ochako and Tsuyu giggled and snuggled their little ones closer,
"When we get out of this hospital, I'll make sure we don't leave our bedroom until I've given these three little siblings, okay?"
Ochako smiled broadly and kissed her twin baby boys on their heads while fantasizing about their future family, Tsuyu licked her lips and caressed Izuku's face.
Izuku took a deep breath and brought his family closer, and slowly but surely drifted to sleep |
Title: 2Greens + Pink + Purple + Red Is A Party!
Chapter title: Two-Greens-and-Pink-Is-Great-Now-An-Entire-Palette
Story Description:
In which Izuku puts a ring on Tsuyu's finger and a bun in the oven, gets an office blowjob and has fuckbuddies P.S: I suck ass at summaries. (Sequal to "Green + Pink Is Great! But More Green Is More Fun)
Anime & Manga♀♀♂♀
Story Content:
Ochako blinked awake, she shuffled around slightly in the grip of... something.
She looked down at the two weighed things on her chest and blinked to get her eyesight clearer until the shaky image of two fluffy brown tufts of hair became the clear image of her two cuddling baby boys. Omoi lied on her left side with his head pointed downwards with his tiny arms slung flimsily around Raita's body, while Raita himself accepted this and put his chin against Omoi's forehead sleeping away.
She relaxed her neck and shuffled a bit deeper into her husband's loving grip. She sniffed the air silently to take in the fresh and relaxing scents of the hospital's air fresheners combined with his mint-scented soap, she then moved her head slightly to look up at his sleeping face, he looked the most relaxed yet worn out she'd seen him in a few months... probably just had a few stressful days at work, and if that's the case it's nothing a nice hot meal and an hour or two of fun won't fix!
Ochako giggled happily at the thought of taking such a weight off his shoulders and keeping him happy so that she, Tsuyu, and their children can stay happy.
She looked over to Tsuyu still sleeping with Hikaeru in her arms, Tsuyu being in their relationship was something Ochako adapted to surprisingly easily. As much as Izuku loves her and does the things they do together with her, he never once forgot the reasons why they were married in the first place, but now they had someone who they could share their love with and three adorable products of that love with lots more on the way... That's gonna be fun~
"Hehe~..." She giggled lightly to herself and then continued to lie there to the sounds of her family's breathing.
"Are you awake, Och-chan?" Izuku's deep and groggy voice asked.
Ochako sighed and nuzzled closer to him, "Yep, good morning sweetheart." She answered. He gave a soft chuckle and brought his hand around to place on top of Omoi and Raita's sleeping forms and holding Ochako tighter as well.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked with a yawn.
She looked over at the electric clock reading '8:26' "8:26, Honey." Ochako answered while looking down, hoping she could keep the little ones asleep just a bit longer.
"Ok, my Mom and Dad are gonna visit at around 1." He said while Ochako gave another giggle,
"It's so weird hearing you call All Might 'Dad' Izuku." Even though she couldn't see him, she knew he was smiling a little. "Hey Och-chan, I'm gonna take a shower, ok?"
"Nuu!" She whined while trying her best to curl up on top of him while considering the babies "Cuddles." She demanded with cute puffed out cheeks.
"Ochako, this is sweet but we're in a hospital, we should at least get up." He argued silently for the sake of Tsuyu and their children's sleep.
"But Deku: Cuddles..." She presented in the same tone, this time twisting just enough to look him in the eyes with her loving and wide brown ones
"Well, you make a compelling argument..." He admitted with a shrug, he found himself wondering, not for the first time and most definitely not the last, 'who am I to deny her anything..?'
"Hmm..." Ochako mewled into his chest, "Cuddles..!"
“...Cuddwles...” Tsuyu mumbled, only half awake.
“ ‘Morning babe.” Izuku said
* 4 & a half hours later *
Tsuyu had just finished feeding Hikaeru and was burping her, while Izuku held Raita in his arms in the chair next to the bed where Ochako lied with Omoi. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, The trio smiled softly as Izuku quickly got up from his chair and quickly walked to the door while putting Raita in his crib in the process, then turning the corner and unlocking the door.
Ochako looked down at a slightly squirming Omoi, not in a whining or bad way, more like he was trying to feel his surroundings. "You and your siblings have visitors, isn't that great?" She asked rhetorically, rubbing his chubby little chin with her finger
"Right this way guys." Ochako heard her husband usher their guests into the hospital room, "So they're right over... Here." Izuku came back around the corner holding his mother's hand, Inko looked quite small compared to her son, (standing at about 5'3 and him around the upper six-foot or lower 7s range,) she looked more like the sweet little lady her son and daughters-in-law they knew her to be, over the last ten years she lost a bit of her proportional weight to stay healthy and her face had a few minor wrinkles around her eyes, she wore a light purple sweater and blue pants with white shoes.
She gave her son a proud and heart-warming chuckle before turning to the other five, and the waterworks happened Immediately,
"
Inko dear," Toshinori came around the corner, the 59-year old came into view wearing nice beige-colored dress pants with a matching coat, his formally iconic bright yellow hair had turned more dull hay or wheat-colored over the years. He put his hand on the woman's shoulder and hugged her around the middle with his other, "It's alright."
Tsuyu tickled the back of Hikaeru's back and turned her around to face her expanded family while Ochako sat Omoi up against her, "Hello Inko, Toshinori." She greeted as Tsuyu waved with a wide smile.
Toshinori turned to both of them with a kind smile and nodded, "Hello Ochako, hello Tsuyu." Then he looked over to the babies in their grasp and sighed, in all his honesty: He never thought he’d live to see the day he had grandchildren, as he never thought he’d get married! Speaking of marriages: how Izuku managed to wed two beautiful women was amazing to him, he knew someone like Izuku would care more about romance and relationships more then Toshinori did at his age but damn! Besides, it’s not like he’s complaining. It just means more grandbabies for him and Inko to spoil!
That last thought put a bit more spark to his smile. He turned to Izuku and gave him a nod of pride and approval, Izuku gave him a joyful smile while rubbing his mother’s back to calm her down.
Inko sniffed while she wiped away tears with a small pink handkerchief, “Y’know? I remember when you brought Ochako over for the first time.” She sniffled, then looked up at Izuku who walked over to take Raita from his crib. “And I told you both that I wanted at least three grandbabies to spoil!”
Izuku chuckled as he tickled Omoi under his chin while Tsuyu and Ochako gave small blushes. “Hehe, Yeah I remember that,” he shot his two wives a sly and mischievous look, then wiped it away when he turned back. “So, what are you guys waiting for? Come say hi to your Grandbabies.”
Tsuyu looked down at Hikearu, who shoved her head off Tsuyu’s shoulder. “Giru” And flopped back down
Yeah, Inko started crying again…
… So did Izuku…
…
…
And Tsuyu
*The next day*
[font="Lucida][font="Lucida] [/font][/font]
Ochako was free to leave the hospital at about 5 Pm, they spent the evening by bringing the twins home wrapped in the same shade of light blue blankets. And a few hours of adjusting and touring, ending with dinner and a bath, Izuku volunteered to bring the little ones to bed.
He scooped up the twins in his right arm and Hikearu in his left. Up the stairs and down the hall was Hikaeru's room, (An extremely organized and large-ish carpeted room painted a light baby blue with thick white curtains on the windows and supplied with everything a baby girl would need, and a green nightlight)
he quickly laid her down in her slim crib with a light blue mattress and a lily pad pillow in the center, she was wrapped in a light green blanket from the chest down so she could move around her arms when she woke up the next morning. He took one more look and grazed over her soft and freckled baby cheeks and planted the most delicate kiss he could on the 2-month old's right cheek and left her to sleep. "Good night, sweetheart..." He told her as he left into the hallway.
"Let's see if you three sleep nice on your first night here, could'ya do that for daddy?" he placed them in a large wooden crib divided by a small wood wall decorated with glow in the dark stars, Omoi moved around a bit on his back to feel his surroundings but still drifted off to sleep, while Raita just seemed okay where he was and fell asleep just a bit quicker than his rowdier twin brother.
Izuku gave another smile and checked the baby monitor, placing close to the twins' crib on their changing table.
As he left, (Leaving behind forehead kisses, of course,) he looked back in the room one last time. Like their sister's it mostly consisted of light colors and supplied whatever they might and will need soon, (Painted half light yellow and the other was a dusty and light red.)
"Goodnight boys." He said lowly as he gently closed the door.
Izuku walked away as soon as he heard the soft click of the door, down the hallway and down the stairs to where his wives waited for him.
"Alright, the baby monitors are on-" Izuku started before he came around the corner, but stopped when he saw his wives on the couch.
Ochako had taken off her shirt and bra and tossed them to be sprawled out on the floor with her legs open enough to play with herself through her pants, while Tsuyu slipped out of her dress and played with her breasts through her lacy dark blue lingerie bra, (With matching panties and long stockings) using her hands and wrapping them with her tongue
"O-oh, are the little ones asleep, Darling?" Ochako asked, her blush increased with the size of her smile
Izuku gave a low chuckle, 'should've seen this coming.' "Yeah."
"That's good, then why don't you sit with us Izuku~? We wanna tell you something." She added slyly as she took her hands away from her crotch to pat the couch cushion between Tsuyu and herself then put her hands on her knees, probably because she wanted Izuku to be the one fully responsible for her assured orgasm.
"Of course." He answered with an equal amount of slyness as he walked over to the large grey couch that was set against the wall and sat eagerly next to his two loves, he spread his large and heavily muscled legs apart and put his arms on the back of the couch, smirking as his wives crawled onto both sides of his open lap and leaned onto his broad chest. Ochako pressed her super soft and bouncy breasts against his muscular sides, she wrapped her arms around his abs and back through his shirt while kissing at his exposed neck.
Tsuyu gave off little whining croaks to seek attention while grinding her entire front against his other side, her naturally soft and squishy skin combined with the silk-like lingerie bra and panties felt heavenly to him and made an ever-familiar combination of tightness in his pants and a rush of excitement return to him.
Izuku put his head back and let out a small groan to validate their efforts to please him, taking this as a signal, Ochako and Tsuyu straddled his lap and pressed their firm breasts against his solid chest as their breaths became hot and wanton pants that begged him for his attention and pleasure.
"Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?" Izuku asked as he gripped his wives' thick waists harder,
"Oh-!" Ochako squeaked and pushed her huge tits against his chest harder, "The Yaoyarozu's are coming over in about two hours-EEP-!" Ochako was interrupted by two of Izuku's thick fingers slipping straight up her pussy.
'Nice...' "Y'know, you two look like cute little puppies," Izuku wrapped his arms at their backs, and reached down to grip their bottoms to squeeze his wives' meaty asses harshly.
Both women moaned at the pain-laced pleasure from his grab and pressed against him harder and let out whimpers which they both knew was a major turn-on for him. "Do you like us as cute puppies like this?" Ochako's husky voice asked rhetorically, she just wanted him to say that he loved them,
Tsuyu bit her lip as she ground her needy pussy on his knee, "Or do you like us as slutty ones slobbering on your cock better~?" she asked. She scooched up a bit and kissed his freckled cheek,
"Well when you put it that way," He took his hand off Tsuyu's butt and cupped her small chin, "How do you ever expect me to choose?" He stuck his thumb in her mouth and hung it open, pressing down on her tongue and plastering it on her chin, leaving her a panting mess who feasted off the attention her husband provided her.
"Haa ~... Isphuku." She sputtered, her hot breath and saliva tickled his thumb as her eyes filled with hearts, "Kero! I luph 'oou!"
With a deep and satisfied chuckle, he released her tongue and brought her in for a deep kiss, by now Tsuyu had found her favorite way of kissing: Him crushing her smaller tongue with his broad one and wrapping her tongue around his desperately to taste Izuku as best as possible. Izuku released her with a small but drawn out *Chu <3* "I love you too, Tsuyu, why don't you show me how much you love me, huh?" His sentence sounded like a suggestion but the three of them knew it was a command.
"Yes, Master." Tsuyu breathed out huskily, she got on all fours and crawled backward on the couch until she came face-to-face with his hidden and bulging cock. "Just sit back, Master. Kero, and let me serve you." She grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down to his knees with a nearly unmatched sense of lust and duty, displaying his mammoth-sized erection that threatened to snap his dark grey boxers like they were nothing more than wet paper.
"And when I'm done, you can put your seed into me again." She rested her head on his abdomen and tugged off the boxers with a deep, shaky, and hot breath.
[font="Lucida][font="Lucida][size=112]*[/size][/font][/font]Twhap!* "oh~." Tsuyu moaned as Izuku's monster of a cock smacked her in the face.
"Wait a second" Ochako spoke up, Izuku and Tsuyu both turned to the horny brunette who had gotten up and completely stripped naked, Izuku smirked and took a moment to admire his wife's new body:
The pregnancy put some obstacles in the way of Ochako staying as fit as she was, putting a few layers of fat into her thighs, ass, and belly, making her softer and more enjoyable for Izuku to touch all over. Her thighs and hips were as thick and wide as her huge chest. her stomach was now much softer but still very defined, and her limbs stayed fit, looking lithe but lined with lean muscles.
Then her breasts and ass had swelled more than twice their size, equaling to mouth-watering, healthy, and still perky J cups filled with milk, while her ass became huge and plump like giant pumpkins with fatty flesh that was perfect for Izuku's continuous groping and animalistic fuck sessions. Next were her tattoos and markings, Izuku left her with hickeys after almost every session, her writing that had "Midoriya, Deku-approved pussy!, Izuku's whore" was still there on the center of her asscheeks, but now they had small things around them, like broad writing saying " SPANK | HERE " or calling her a cock addict and Izuku had her get this tattooed above her womb:
[font="Lucida][font="Lucida] [/font][/font]
( IZUKU'S )
(BABY FACTORY)
[font="Lucida][font="Lucida] [/font][/font]
In short, she turned from a sexy, fit, little hero minx to a total MILF with an extremely soft and beautiful body, the kind of body that Izuku had been indulging himself with for the past nine months.
Izuku licked his lips at his first wife's sexy body, "Yeah babe?" He grabbed a nice handful of Tsuyu's fat and jiggly ass.
"Let's take it to the bedroom, I don't want to be ignoring the babies," Ochako informed him, "Besides," She turned around and presented her perfect fat ass to her husband, (And owner) "Won't making your slutty little cow into a cumdump on the bed feel better than doing it on the couch~?"
Izuku gave a low growl-like noise out of arousal that sent shivers down the spines of the two horny women
*SMACK!*
"Oouh!" Ochako groaned in pain and pleasure at her Master's hand swatted her jiggly ass, "Teeheehee! Smack it until your content, Master." She bent over further, making her massive bubble butt pop out more, "It's yours to do whatever you please~ My body, my heart, my babies are all yours!" She declared.
*SMACK! SMACK!* Izuku slapped both of Ochako's wide asscheeks
Izuku grunted at Ochako's words and looked down to see Tsuyu worshiping his balls with her tongue "Ochako...Tsuyu, bed. NOW." His icy and commanding voice struck both fear in their hearts, and jolts of pleasure to their pussies.
"Yes, Master!" Both women said eagerly, with girly giggles they went past the corner and scurried to their room, making sure to sway their hips and jiggle their asses as much as possible to entice him
"And you both know what I expect." He called out to them,
"Yes, Master!" their voices called back as the patting of their feet traveled up the stairs, eager to fulfill their master's wishes
Izuku sat there for the next three minutes, stripping himself of his clothing and envisioning the night ahead of him, he vividly remembered the sensation of his wives sharing his monstrous cock between their tits and showering them both in gallon after gallon of hot spunk, then imagined pulling them on leather leashes and stuffing each one of their wet, hot and dominated holes with seed. Using their bodies as his fucktoys so he could cake each inch of their perfectly balanced muscular and fatty bodies in scalding hot cum, then leaving them with spank marks and as panting messes with broken minds and fertilized eggs, then do the same to his slutty guests...
... Yeah, no more waiting, if they were good pets they'd be ready by now.
Izuku got up and marched to his room with his watermelon-sized balls swung between his legs and his nearly 30inch monster of man-meat swelled angrily for the contact of its mates. He walked over to the dark wood and grasped the handle, then he had to grab his cock so it wasn't pushing or staining the door.
Izuku swung the door wide open and gave a dark grin at the scene before him, in the large and dark bedroom Ochako and Tsuyu sat on their knees like dogs on the bed.
Ochako gave him a seductive look and licked her lips, she wore cow-print stockings that pressed down on her body enough to exaggerate the size of her thick thighs and butt with matching gloves that went to her shoulders, a headband with floppy ears and small horns, finished with a cow tail buttplug and a collar reading: BREEDING BITCH
Tsuyu gave a small croak and fondled her tits, Tsuyu's body stayed nearly proportionate as it used to be, her leg exercises and training had kept her more fit, but her breasts naturally swelled from C-cups to the size of small watermelons, and her ass and legs gained layers of fat, making her butt fuller, rounder and much more doughy. Tsuyu's tattoos and marking fit her tastes more, you see: Ochako loved being dominated in the sense of solely belonging to Deku because of love. Tsuyu wanted domination of not having a choice, she wanted Izuku to grab her by the throat and smack her around until she was a quivering slut with a cock in her dominated holes.
She wanted to be thoroughly conquered, so she had bite marks, she had the words "Slut, Cumdump, Fuck-Toy, Izuku's property" Written all over, she had spank marks and past lashes from a riding crop on her ass and back. Tsuyu was a masochist, she got off on humiliation, being degraded and hit. So long as he continued to show warmth and kindness outside of sex.
She wore her hair up in a ponytail, she had handcuffs on that Ochako put on her, dark-blue lingerie gloves that went to her wrists to her armpits, and finished with a light green collar and attached leash that read: BREEDING SLAVE
"Hello, Master." both his pets greeted him from the bed in soft and horny voices.
"Girls," He acknowledged, "Are you ready for master?" He walked in front of the bed with his monster hanging free in front of them.
"For you, Always, Master." The women said in unison, causing him to let out a proud and sultry chuckle.
"You two never fail me," he reached out and caressed their cheeks with his thumbs lovingly, "Now then, who wants to be bred first?"
Tsuyu turned her head and began sucking his thumb and holding his arm like she was worshiping each scar on the mountain range of muscle that was his arm. "Hmm...Yummy~" Tsuyu moaned as she licked him passionately with her snake-like tongue.
"Such a freak, Tsu." Ochako teased her bestie while Tsuyu chose to ignore her, wrapping his forearms with the chains of her handcuffs while worshiping him.
"I guess that means you're first, babe." Ochako looked back up to the man above her that caressed her cheek, the man who fathered her children, the man she loved more than any other.
"Thank you, Master." She took his hand in her and kissed his slightly scarred knuckles with care, "Please, ruin your pets and fill them with more of your babies." She moved his hand gently over her soft tummy and placed it down on the tattoo over her womb, " This belongs to you, you own it forever and ever." She moaned at the rush she felt submitting her body to her one true love, "Claim it as many times as you want and let every other man know whose property I am!" She cheered as she bounced up
and down, making her jiggly ass and tits shake like waves in a lake, only enticing Izuku more.
"Of course, my sexy little bitch..." He took his hand off her stomach and put it around her throat, he didn't put any pressure on it, he just wanted to inspect her collar. "Ochako, where's your leash?" he turned her head to the side a bit to show the clip on her collar.
"O-oh, sorry master..." She said with a slight bit of panic, she crawled to the side of the bed where she dropped it and bent over the side to see it, and in the process teased Izuku with her plump ass once more. "It's over here Mast-Eep!" Ochako was distracted by her husband's titanic cocktip pressing against her entrance.
"Why so surprised? There are three things you should know by now~, 1: Good pets are always ready for Master's dick, 2:" Izuku leaned into her ears and licked her lobe, sending a shiver of delight to the girl who was trying to reach the leash. "You can't expect to show me this sexy bod and think I WON'T fuck you right then and there." His large hands grasped her hips and moved across her plump and supremely soft booty, squeezing it as he pleased. "Three, pets who aren't ready when I tell them to get punished." *SMACK!!*
Ochako bit her lip and groaned at Izuku's harsh treatment of her ass, "O-Of Course, I'm sorry for teasing you and not being ready. I'll take my punishment as a good girl should!" She promised as she presented him with her leash, "Punish this sorry, slutty cow Master." She begged.
Izuku took the leash and attached it to her collar while she turned around, then Tsuyu came to the side and sat obediently for Izuku to give her attention. "Yknow what? I've decided on your punishment." Izuku grabbed Tsu's leash as well and held them both in one hand, and delivered a swift smack to Ochako's ass with the other. "Ochako, you're not allowed to speak for the rest of the night. You're only allowed to Moo like the breeding slut of a cow you are, got it?" He gave an even harsher smack using One for All at 5%, making her shriek in pain-filled pleasure, "Actually, scratch that. Only moo, PERIOD. Don't make a noise other than that." He commanded.
"...Mooo!" Ochako whined pathetically while grinding her fat ass against his titanic cock, the embarrassment that led to her pleasure and excitement told her that it was a good idea to keep going with this. "Moo!"
"Good job, slut. Is that your name now? Should I call you slut from now on? Come on girl." He spoke in a playful voice like he was playing with a puppy.
"Mooo!" Ochako tried to sound as happy as a 'Mooo!' could be to try and say: "Yes!"
"Such a good girl my little slut is!" He lifted her off the side of the bed and tossed her playfully in the middle on her back, "Let's see if she can keep it up..."
"Mhooo! Moo!" Ochako cheered as she spread her legs and pussy for her Master's cock, "Moo!" she squealed
Izuku crawled over and pulled Tsuyu in tow, then grabbed Ochako's leash again, "I think I'll make the little cow squeal like a pig, just for me." He commented as he brushed his massive tip against her spread pussy lips, then shoved about a quarter of it in without warning.
"MOOO!" Ochako gave a drawn-out scream when her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Izuku's bitch-breaker of a cock spread her walls wide and was big enough to create a large bulge in her lower stomach the shape of a cucumber. "M-M-moo..." Ochako quivered and panted.
"Good girl, Slut." He took his unoccupied hand and picked her up from her back, "Tsuyu, stay on the bed and watch." Tsuyu nodded at his command. He took Ochako off the bed and set her on her back on the floor, then lifted her legs enough so it looked like she could drink her pussy-juices "The best position to breed fat, whore cows like you, slut." Izuku stood over her and pointed his cock downwards like a jackhammer. A perfect mating press
"M-Moo!" Ochako smiled slightly at the sight of Izuku, he was going to destroy her. "Mooo!"
*SMACK!*
"MOOOO!" Ochako screamed like a whore when she felt Izuku's monster drop with the weight of a truck, her insides reshaped to worship and grip every glorious inch of Izuku's cock into her body. She had been long since the point where her body felt pain from Izuku's cock,
She was truly his slave, his pet, his wife, and one of the mothers to his children.
"Good girl..." Izuku groaned at the cradling feeling of his massive ball sack on her warm cushion-like ass, along with his cock buried deep in her well-fucked womb, he was going to enjoy this celebratory nights, the nights where they would no longer need protection pills because now each load he's going to pump into his wives are meant to fill them with children.
"Take it, Slut!" He growled as he lifted about eight inches of his cock out of his wife, then SLAMMED it back in, almost like his cock punched her insides with the sheer amount of force he put into her. *SMACK!*
"MOOO!" Ochako screamed and moaned carelessly, he fucked her like it was his job, his muscular hips pumped like a piston in an ever-increasing pace. "MOO! MOO! MmooOO!" Ochako's wanton and slutty moans rung out with each wet and harsh thrust, each time he connects with her, her bouncy and fat-coated ass rippled while her only slightly chubby belly and huge tits swing into her face. "MOOO!"
Izuku grunted at Ochako, her body was so soft and bouncy that his hip-smackingly hard fucking felt like pure heaven, he looked down at his wife whose eyes rolled to the back of her head, she moo'd obediently and squeaked cutely constantly. "How's Master's cock feel, slut? you're so filthy," He said regarding her current state of being fucked senseless and covered in sweat and spilled juices, "Such a filthy girl my little slut is, getting ready for me to put my cum in that whore pussy of hers!" He shouted as he gave her a swat on the ass.
After a few more minutes of the process, Ochako let out a drawn-out "MOOOooo!" as her pussy tightened by a ton, and at that moment Izuku began a steady pace of swatting each one of her gloriously fatty asscheeks, leaving her tattooed behind red and glowing.
"Mmf, I-Izu?" Tsuyu asked from the bed, Izuku turned to her without slowing his pace and gave a small grunt to acknowledge her, "Sh-she can't say the safeword." She pointed down and Izuku saw that her tits flopped over her face and her hands were pressed against the ground. Yet she still screamed out Moo's over and over.
"That's the point Tsuyu, breeding sluts like her don't need to say how much they enjoy it." He said, if her wet pussy, constant moans and continued Moo's were anything to go by, "Just hold still Tsuyu, I'll be there in a minute to do the same to you." Tsuyu squeaked and continued watching the show. Izuku then continued to plow his first wife into a sputtering, drooling, muttering, broken minded mess for a solid half-hour without rest, and of course, she moo'd like a good girl the entire time.
"Hey, slut." *SMACK!* Izuku delivered a good smack to her bouncing and rippling booty to grab her attention, she peered up at the larger man with a small "M-moo?"
"I've decided something, I was just going to fuck you both until you're knocked out. But no, I'm going to keep you two up, and then I'll breed you two at the end of the night," He said. "So that means when I cum inside you, it's going to be in..." He pulled his steel-hard and soaked member out of Ochako's whorish pussy and pressed it against her asshole, (After pulling out her buttplug) "Those fat slutty asses of yours!" He declared, “Now remember, you only get rewarded with breeding if you’re good and stay awake.”
*SCHLIK!* Izuku's wet cock slipped inside of Ochako's trained ass with ease, it was incredibly tight for sure but it was as equally as desperate to keep him inside as her pussy did. "Fuck!"
"M-MOOO! MOOooo!" Ochako came again as Izuku pounded her tight asshole with the same force he did to her pussy and he barely lasted a minute, "I'm going to give your greedy ass just what it wants, slut!"
Ochako took a breath that was as stable as could be, "Moo!"
He couldn't hold it any longer, Izuku crashed his hips into her ass with as much force as he could with a deep and animalistic groan. "m-m-moo!"
Izuku's balls tightened and churned, his dick twitched wildly as his bell pepper sized tip dumped a hose-like channel of cum in her ass, Ochako just groaned as his yogurt-thick and molten-lava hot sperm filled her gaping asshole. "Such a good girl as always, taking your Master's cock as a good whore should!" He said in a half-teasing half-villainous voice while he moved his cock back and forth for a full minute, (which was how long it took his orgasm to end.) then the cum erupted from her ass in buckets, covering her fat ass in veils of thick sperm.
"Mmm... Muhh...moo..." Ochako groaned.
"Alright then," Izuku stood up, pulling his fat and nasty log out of her with a *Schlick* noise, caked in pussy juice and sperm and turned to the leashed Tsuyu, who panted like a bitch in heat while holding her leash out for him to take.
He picked Ochako back up and placed her face-down on the bed, in Izuku’s eyes her ass looked perfect: It was highlighted in her sexy cow-print stockings, it was bouncy, fat and round, written over with tattoos saying who she belonged to and what she was, glowing a bright red from his spanks and harsh thrusts, quivering in pain and pleasure, and filled to the brim with cum then caked in it. In short, Izuku made Ochako his slut once again.
"Tsuyu," He said in a commanding voice as she snapped to attention, with a smirk he pointed to his filthy erection, "Clean it off, then we can start our fun." Tsuyu crawled over and handed him the leash, he grabbed the leash and the base of his cock at the same time. "Be a good girl and get off the bed..." He warned.
"Kero." She hopped over the side of the bed and sat on her knees, then Izuku moved over and spread his legs so she was caught between his legs and faced with his dirty and massive log, he took the flicked his wrist and *Whap!* He struck her face with his cock with enough force to make it sting and leave a small red mark.
"Hah, hah, hah." Tsuyu's mouth hung wide open and submitted to his treatment, "Good girl, but so dirty at the same time." he muttered.
*Whap! Whap! Whap!* Izuku smacked both her cheeks in rapid succession and looked down almost evilly at his red-cheeked wife who was eager to suck and fuck him. *Plap!-Plap!-Plap!* Izuku smacked her left cheek a few times until she turned her head to suck the side of it with her sloppy tongue.
Izuku put his head back and groaned, then looked over to Ochako who looked ready to fall straight asleep, "Nuh-uh."
He put his hand over his head and- *WHACK!*
"Owwie!" Ochako bolted up and rubbed her ass, then turned to the smirking Izuku who Tsuyu was servicing. "I said no sleeping until the end of the night when I put a bun in that sexy oven of yours~." He reminded her in a very Know-it-all tone.
"M-Moo." She said in a very understanding tone, she got on all fours and 'trotted' to his side, then wrapped his arm in her Plus Ultra-sized titties and stroked them up and down,
"Huh? What do you want my sweet little cow?"
Ochako pressed against him more and shook faster with puppy eyes, "Moo!"
Izuku smiled, "Oh I see, you want me to fuck those fat tits of yours next time, right?" he planted a kiss to her forehead.
She rocked her head up and down excitedly like a little girl while pressing her breasts against him harder, "Moo!"
"It'd be my pleasure, slut. But first, clean up then get into doggystyle and stay there, or else ." He commanded, pointing behind him.
"Moo~!" Ochako got back on her hands and knees, then trotted a foot behind him and got into position for whatever he had planned. She looked behind her wide ass-cheeks and saw Izuku smirk in satisfaction, so with her own smirk, she twerked her well-fucked ass up and down making it clap repeatedly.
"I'll get you later, slut." He said before turning back to Tsuyu who had licked his cock clean.
Tsuyu lightly suckled on his cock tip and popped off, "Your cock is clean, Master. What should your pet do next for yo-?"
Izuku didn't let her finish, when her mouth opened he shoved his cock balls-deep into her hot throat. *GLK!! CLK! COUGH!! CLK!!* Izuku groaned at the feeling of Tsuyu's wet cocksleeve of a throat choking on his rod.
"Just making sure I'm clean, but it's not like you mind it, right bitch?" Izuku listened to the sound of her choking while she sucked his thick base and swallowing saliva to squeeze the fat cock that conquered her slimy throat as its own. Izuku held her head in place for about a minute, forcing her to worship his godly cock.
"Yeah, yeah. That's enough." He said in a bored tone as he grabbed her hair knot and forced her back, enjoying the popping and relieved chokes she made while her sticky and slimy spit left a shiny wrap around his dick. When his tip left her mouth she coughed for less than a minute before Izuku grabbed her hair again and lifted her head up, drool and spit surrounded her mouth and rolled down her chin and over her plump tits.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Filthy cock slut, getting all dirty and desperate just to have my babies pumped into her." Izuku scolded her mockingly while dragging her onto the bed, "Go lie on top of Ochako, she's going to be our mattress when I fill up that ass of yours."
Ochako squealed in delight by Izuku's kinky plans, "Moo!"
Izuku dropped Tsuyu's head onto the mattress, she let out a light groan before getting back on all fours. "K-Kero." She squeaked out as she shook her ass to entice the green-haired muscle mountain behind her. * SMACK!!*
"GYAAHHH~!!" Tsuyu shrieked in her heavenly voice, she threw her head back with her tongue out and her eyes filled with tears as they rolled back into her skull, her left asscheek felt like a bag of hot coals were glued to it.
*SMACK!!* "OH GOD!! IZ-!!" * SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!*
"It's: MASTER, Bitch." Izuku said firmly over her high pitched screams
Ochako smirked devilishly as she saw Izuku's large hand spank Tsuyu's fat and pretty ass viciously. She licked her lips as she watched Izuku treat Tsuyu like she truly was nothing more than his property, his plaything to twist, use, and abuse as he saw fit, she shivered and flinched slightly every time his hand swatted her ass, which was about every other second for the next minute, totaling to just about thirty-eight scream-inducing spanks.
Tsuyu was quivering with her scarlet-red and lightly bruised ass hung high in the air while her front lied onto the mattress.
Izuku sighed in content and rubbed Tsuyu's fidgeting ass like it was a treasure, placing slow and delicate rubs over its sexy curves. She twitched and flinched as he held her perky booty.
"You're so cute when you get all meek like this." Izuku told the horny frog girl that presented her shining hide to him.
*Chu* Izuku kissed Tsuyu's bruised ass gently, "Alright bitch, unless you're done, up." He commanded, offering her a chance to tap out.
Tsuyu looked back with a tear-stained face and a thin smile, "N-n-not at a-all, Master, I T-thank you greatly-" she winced and purred gently, then let out a small croak, "Thank you for showing me my place as your slave." She crawled over to Ochako who was still in position but was panting like a thirsty bitch. Tsuyu shuffled right behind Ochako's raised and presented thick booty, she looked back at Izuku for a command.
Izuku smiled darkly while he looked at both his wives in perfect position for his fucking. He pointed at Ochako while staring at Tsuyu, "Get on top of Ochako and present that big sweet fat ass to your Master."
Ochako squeaked out of pleasure from Izuku's dirty talk. Tsuyu panted as her hands sank into Ochako's huge and pillow-like booty. Tsuyu hummed in pain as she grabbed Ochako's waist, she ground her front against Ochako's ass as she slowly dragged her body on top of the larger and older woman's body.
"Moo!" Ochako bucked her hips up to hoist Tsuyu on top of her, Tsuyu pressed her knees against her back, making Ochako collapse onto the bed.
"Oomph!" Ochako groaned as her face fell straight into the bed.
'Sorry Ochako' Tsuyu thought as she rested her hands on Ochako's head, gripping her hair and turning it to the right, she then placed one hand of Ochako's cheek and the other on her head.
"Tsuyu, get to the side for a second."
Tsuyu immediately complied, she crawled to the right and onto the soft bed.
Tsuyu watched in glee as Izuku grabbed Ochako's hair and pulled her head up, he took his other hand to gently pet the top curves of Ochako's fat ass-cheeks. His dark green eyes grazed over Ochako's sexy and submissive form for less than a minute before a husky whisper slipped through his lips: "I saw how you were looking at Tsuyu getting spanked, does that mean you like watching poor Tsuyu get beat, or do you want the same treatment? And yes, just this once: you have permission to speak."
Tsuyu leaned to the side just enough to look at Ochako's face: her tongue hung out as her eyes rolled up, her face was bright red from the pain and pleasure of her husband lifting her by her hair. Her hands went up to meet the one on her head.
"Master, please!" Ochako gasped hotly in pain, "Spank me! Remind my body that I'm your bitch! Remind it that it's YOUR property and ALWAYS will be!" Ochako bucked and threw her ass back at him, she wiggled it left and right for the towering man above her.
Izuku let out a deep and dark chuckle, "Well then, how many should I give you? I think forty's a good number, although I bet I could go for a hundred and you wouldn't mind, right?" He asked mockingly as his other hand grabbed a nice handful of her right ass-cheek.
Ochako gasped and moaned, "Either one, whatever you'd think is best for a worthless breeding bitch like m-mph!"
Izuku cut her off by leaning over and capturing her lips in a deep and heated kiss, after about ten seconds in he pulled away, staring into her half-lidded brown eyes, "Don't EVER say that you're 'worthless' when you're beyond priceless." He hissed into her ear angrily, "And I'll personally break the puny legs of any pathetic BASTARD who thinks otherwise." He growled passionately
Ochako took her hand off of her head and grabbed his chin, she pulled him in again for a minute-long kiss, Tsuyu lowered her chained hands down to her pussy and rubbed it lightly, slicking up her fingers with her juices.
Izuku hummed into Ochako's mouth right before pulling away again, a string of saliva between their mouths. Izuku grabbed her hair again then forcefully made out with the dazed brunette beauty, he opened his eyes as he lowered her head into the mattress.
He came off with a *pop* "Alright then my pretty little bitch, why do you want to be spanked SO desperately, we both know you're a good girl, so why do you want to be punished like a disobedient bitch?" He asked with a smirk.
Ochako panted like a bitch in heat, she gasped for air once before answering, "Because: my Master is a gentle and kind man!" She took another breath before turning her heart-filled and lovely hot cocoa-colored eyes at Izuku, "He treats his pets with so much love and care!" She raised her butt higher for her Master.
"He protects and pampers us! He's going to be a fantastic daddy! He'd never harm us or make us sad on purpose, so we WANT him to treat us as he sees fit! Our Master is a selfless and genuine man! We'll love our sweet, honorable, valiant, and honest Master forever and ever, and we swear to NEVER change that!!" Ochako praised and cheered for Izuku as he let out a genuine chuckle of appreciation.
"My my, quite a lot you're letting out! Does she really speak for both of you, Tsu?" He asked the quivering and horny frog woman.
She whined as she took her hand away from her cunt, "Kero, 110% Master! We love you, and we promise to never stop!" Tsuyu yelled out while crawling towards his unoccupied side. "Please, show both of your pets that they are beneath you, show us why you keep breeding bitches like us on leashes!"
*SMACK!!* Spank number one landed on Ochako's presented bubble butt. "Well if that's how you feel…"
The next ten minutes was Izuku who hand bent Ochako over his knee, while his erect cock pressed against her stomach, then swatting her big jiggly behind without remorse, after five: Ochako started noticingly crying and screaming, after ten she panted heavily, at fourteen Izuku asked her if she'd like him to stop, but she told him to continue.
At twenty-three her ass and upper thighs were completely re-covered in red and she sobbed with a wicked grin spread across her tear-stained face.
At thirty she started rocking her hips back into his strikes, adding just a bit more force. "M~Moo!"
Izuku smirked as he prepped his arm to swat her other cheek, "Harder?"
"MOO!!" She begged.
Right after thirty-nine her head bobbed up and down like she was ready to pass out. "Mmm… Muh-Mooo..!'
At forty-five he rubbed her ass gently and told her she had five to go, so she would be relieved soon.
*SMACK!!!*
"MMOOOO!!"
"Four left slut, such a good girl!" He taunted her
*SMACK!!!*
"Guhh…." Ochako groaned dumbly due to the mind-numbing pain and pleasure.
*SMACK!!!*
Izuku smacked her other glowing red cheek harshly, she didn't even have enough willpower to moo or scream, she choked out another small sob while letting out a drawn-out moan
*SMACK!!!*
"Just two more, alright babe? You've been such a good girl, that you're going to get a reward while I'm putting Tsuyu in her place!"
Ochako gave an unintelligent whine in response.
*SMACK!!!!*
Ochako gasped and bucked her hips, she had hit her sixth orgasm since the spanking session had started. 'Izu... I-Izuku…'
*SMACK!!!!*
"Ochako?" Izuku put his hand on her back and gave her tiny and appreciative rubs, "You did so well for Master! Get up and I'll tell you how to get your reward…" he commanded.
Ochako whines and groaned while crawling off his lap, giving off tiny 'Thank you Master.'s every other second. After a few moments of trying to sit comfortably, she plopped down on the bed quickly, fidgeting at the sensation of her pained ass planted against the bed.
Izuku chuckled as he laid flat on his back, "Tsuyu, prove your obedience by riding my cock, while Ochako," He looked over at the quivering woman. "Your reward is you get to sit on my face while I fuck Tsuyu." He said with a smirk, watching them both brighten up as they crawled towards him, Ochako shivered in glee as she went to his right while Tsuyu reached out to rub Izuku’s tip.
Ochako whined while she positioned her giant ass above Izuku’s face while her dripping wet flower was right above him, she turned around so she was facing Tsuyu who gently lapped up Izuku’s precum as she positioned her asshole right over him.
Izuku smiled as his large hands grabbed both sides of Ochako’s fat booty, “Come here and let me taste you, Slut.” He told her as he squeezed on her meaty cheeks.
“M-Moo..!” Ochako squealed excitedly as she lowered her delectable pussy and heavenly booty onto her husband’s lips and face.
Ochako threw her head back and moaned as she felt her fat cheeks mold around and coat most of Izuku’s head. She shivered in delight as his broad tongue split apart her puffy lips and lapped at the entrance of her pussy. “M-Moo!” ‘Thank you for this reward, my Master! Make me feel amazing like you always do!’
Tsuyu poked Izuku’s cocktip into her tight little hole, rubbing it back and forth lightly before getting back up, she spread her cheeks and hole as wide as it could go, sticking both her middle fingers in to prepare her. “No man touched my asshole before you did Master, and I barely ever let any of them touch my breasts or use my mouth on them. But you, you made me your slave! YOU made me addicted to feeling you in my holes! Use me whenever or however you please! I’ll be yours forever and ever!”
Izuku groaned underneath Ochako’s pussy, making her shiver and pant as her bittersweet juices flooded Izuku’s mouth, not that he was complaining of course.
“I love you-!” Tsuyu removed her fingers from her ass as she put her hole back at his tip, with a deep breath she raised her cuffed hands in front of her face, “-Master!” *SMACK!* “KERO!! Hah-! Hah-! Master!”
Tsuyu took deep pants rapidly as she felt Izuku’s impossibly huge tree-trunk dick pulsed inside her, her pussy flooded with juices at the sensation and memories of other times that Izuku had claimed her ass,
her favorite of these being when she was about 6-months along, (But due to her biology, development-wise, she was about 8.25 months along) And Izuku had her in his agency office, tied her down and bent over his desk during an entire four-and-a-half hour-long business phone call without a single break. Needless to say, she couldn’t walk for a week… At least he pampered her nicely as a reward.
“I-I’m a slave! Y-you’re s-so guud, you’ve made me a SLAVE!” Tsuyu cried as she lifted her thick booty about a foot into the air before slamming it back down, “I’m your bitch! Put more of your cute tadpoles in my tummy!” She put her hands on his rock-solid abs and continued to bounce, never letting more than a foot of his thick bitch-breaker out of her slick asshole before smacking their hips together, another slap of skin happened about every other second.
“You’re number one! You're the best Master ever! The best hero ever! You’re the greatest hubby ever!!” Tsuyu cheered as Ochako let out a groan-like Moo, giving into the pleasure of yet another orgasm.
Ochako put her hands on top of her ass as she began twerking on Izuku’s face, making her fatty cheeks ripple, shake, and clap on his head. Izuku snarled underneath Ochako’s booty as his hands went up to grab her midsection, then force her down on him, making sure his thick tongue licks up every single drop of her delectable honey. ‘That’s it babe~ Give me that sweet juicy pussy, This pretty peach of yours is MINE.’
He thought as Ochako moo’d and squealed in delight while pushing her luscious rump into Izuku’s face.
Tsuyu became a wreck within a minute, her face went full ahegao with her face going completely red and her eyes that rolled to the back of her head were stained with tears. She panted like an obedient dog whose only urge, command or instinct was to ride her master’s cock until he dumps as many loads as he pleases into her. “G-Gah~! KERO!”
Tsuyu groaned dumbly as Izuku’s pulsing dick erased all higher functions in her brain that was any more complicated than: “Izuku’s dick”
After a few more minutes of their session, Ochako groaned as her lower abdomen tightened and churned once more, now she began to feel pain from the non-stop orgasms of the night. ‘Izuku, sorry but we’ve gotta change!’
Ochako let out a loud Moo as she raised her ass off Izuku’s face.
Izuku licked his lips one last time, “And what do you think you're doing?” He demanded.
Ochako shivered, but then turned around and laid on her back, making her head point towards Izuku and Tsuyu. She pointed at Tsuyu and then herself.
“Ah, I see. You want to be our mattress while I fill Tsuyu up now?” He asked rhetorically with a tiny smile.
“K-Kero..?” Tsuyu croaked as Izuku’s hands grabbed her thick hips and picked her up, and with no effort at all, he put her into a weird 69 position on top of Ochako where Tsuyu’s back was to Ochako’s tummy. Tsuyu’s gaping asshole was right above Ochako’s upside-down mouth.
Izuku smirked as he went over to the two, he grabbed Tsuyu’s hip with his left hand and Ochako’s face with his right. “M-Moo…” she moaned as she stuck her tongue out, understanding what to do.
He looked up a bit at Tsuyu who put her cuffed hands underneath her breasts as she stared at Izuku with a lustful gaze, with a sigh and a single thrust, Izuku shoved his entire rod back into Tsuyu’s sweet ass, making her scream as his balls smacked into Ochako’s face, he took a moment to separate his legs further to make room before he started a quick pace of ruining Tsuyu’s insides while smacking Ochako in the face with his sack, making her inhale and taste his musk.
Tsuyu threw her head back into Ochako’s thighs when Izuku’s cock stretched her poor hole to its limit while her insides felt like they were being rearranged for the purpose of serving his cock. “Kero!”
Izuku grunted as he pulled about a foot of meat out of her and rammed it back in in a rolling motion, bending her body to his will, he kept up this pattern while he sighed contently, listening to the harsh smacking of hip on hip and his huge balls against Ochako’s face combined with Ochako’s moans and Tsuyu’s screaming croaks.
With a small growl, he planted his foot right next to Ochako’s shoulder to elevate himself, thrusting downwards to break Tsuyu’s mind while keeping his sweaty and sticky scrotum against her face instead of smacking it. “Such good girls! Pampering and taking your Master’s big cock properly!” He praised his pets while adding more force into his thrusts.
“K-Kero! W-We l-love to please our Master!” Tsuyu yelled out, “Master fucks us so well! Master treats us so nicely!” She praised him while her insides tightened for yet another orgasm. “KERO!!”
Izuku groaned when she screamed and began rocking her hips back into his harsh thrusts, he looked down at Ochako’s hidden face that was covered in his balls, listening and feeling her hums and sucks that she consistently and hungrily gave him.
The trio kept this up for just about half an hour, with Izuku only picking up the pace in which he fucked his second wife’s ass and Ochako increasing the speed and desperation of her licking.
Izuku sighed once again before taking his hand off her hip and onto Tsuyu’s leash, yanking it enough to force her to look at him, he gave a near sinister smile as he furiously buried his monster into her ass. “You’re going to take my cum bitch, You’re going to prove your obedience by thanking me for giving you my cum!” He demanded.
Tsuyu lightly choked due to her collar, “Hng! Gah~! Kero! Y-Yes, Master! Thank you! Th-thank you for blessing m-me- Kero! With your cum! Give this naughty, obedient, frog-bitch what she deserves for being a loyal and slutty bitch!”
Izuku let go of Ochako’s head, she was deep enough where she didn’t need him to hold her, he then took that hand and swatted Tsuyu’s left asscheek harshly. *SMACK!!* “It’d be my pleasure…”
After less than a minute longer of harsh assfucking he let out a noise that was half-low growl and half-short sigh. “Good, GIRL! ” He said as he gave one last harsh thrust, ruining her insides as his cock pulsed and twitched angrily.
“-Kero~!” Tsuyu moaned as the familiar thick heat burst from Izuku’s iron hot dickcap, she whined pathetically as Izuku continued to ram his flooding dick into her ass while growling out tiny praises like, “Good girl”, “So pretty”, and “Obedient bitch!” over and over for the next minute as her insides expanded and stretched to accept it’s husband’s delightful seed.
Tsuyu groaned dumbly while the seething hot seed of Izuku made her insides swell up like a balloon. “Kerooo!” She screamed as his cock’s impossible sized seemed to multiply while cumming inside her, “Yeeessh! Kero!”
After a minute of remaining inside her, Izuku pulled out of Tsuyu’s ass and dumped a full gallon of potent seed onto Ochako’s
sweaty, sticky and messy face, painting the woman white.
Izuku let out a satisfied chuckled that broke through the fog of pleasure and lust that blinded both his mates. “That was, fun. But Tsu?” He leaned towards her so the only thing she could see was his face, “ Get up, and show your Master what you have to offer.”
When Momo and Kyoka entered the Midoriya residence a bit earlier than planned and went to their spacious living room they saw the pile of discarded clothes and underwear, they decided not to waste time, so both women walked through the large and dark house to go to their door led by memory and moonlight.
" M-Moo~ !" Ochako's voice carried in a hot and heavy tone through the crack in the door.
Kyoka, who was about to open it with Momo in tow, froze up. 'Moo? what are they doing over there?'
"Sounds exciting, huh?" Momo asked Kyoka rhetorically.
Kyoka's eyes were glued to the door where the low and high-pitched moans of the Midoriya women came from with the groans of Izuku. "Yeah... No reason to wait, right?" She grabbed her wife's hand and walked through the door, and were both reduced to dopey smiles and furious blushes at the scene before them:
Ochako was laying flat on her back while Izuku straddled her tummy with his cock between her tits, positioning it back and forth between her mounds of titty meat, and she grabbed each side of them and squeezed it tight around his rod, shaking it up and down with him for pleasure. "Moo~!"
While at the same time, Izuku held Tsuyu up by her waist with one arm and sucked her breasts aggressively, "M-Master! That's greedy, milk i-is for our little ones!" Izuku ignored that comment and continued to milk her breasts with his mouth while fucking Ochako's massive breasts like a horny beast.
Kyoka licked her lips and began stripping swiftly, by the time she was down to her panties Momo was already bare naked and walking with a sway of her hips to the threesome occurring right before their eyes. "Well he's just going to knock you up again, right? You'll make more anyway~" Momo corrected her in a sultry voice to announce hers and Kyoka's presence.
Izuku left Tsuyu's tit with a *pop* and turned to his guests with a wide and slightly predatory smile as his shining emerald eyes grazed over their bodies while Tsuyu whined to her tits leaking their precious white nectar.
Both women were 6-months pregnant with his baby girls, their baby bumps were crystal clear and round. Momo and Kyoka's breasts swelled a varying amount, while Kyoka used to have medium to below-average size breasts, now they were filled up to the size of small-ish watermelons topped with puffy areolas and hard nipples, her exercises kept her lean with toned limbs. Momo already had an outstandingly perfect body, (very firm, large and bouncy breasts and butt, toned limbs with a well-kept stomach, detailed with silky hair, plump curves and perfect skin)
Her management of fat for her quirk kept her relatively the same, but her breasts were on par with Ochako's massive bosom.
"It's- unf! Nice to see you two- God!" He got out as he continued plowing his wife's tits as she laid there "M-Moo!" She greeted her guests without skipping a beat with pampering her lover's horsecock with her tits
"It's so good to see you too, Master Midoriya~" Momo leaned in and began making out with him deeply in front of their respective wives. Momo made absolutely zero attempts to hide her moaning into his mouth or her sensitive and hard nipples grinding against his chest, she even wrapped her arms around his chest and moved down to place dainty and fluttery kisses on his neck, "I missed you~"
Momo kissed his cheek and moved her whole body, (But especially her breasts) up and down to entice him, "So very much, Master..."
Izuku's eyes darted over to Kyoka, who looked red-faced and a tad bit uncomfortable with how quickly and how much Momo gave in. "How is my pregnant little bitch doing?" He asked, taking one hand off of Ochako to cradle her chin
Momo cooed at the feeling and smirked when envisioning her wife's expression behind her, "Well Master," She reached down to toy with and tug her nipples, "She'll be just fine when you fuck her senseless." She informed him with her best seductive voice while leaning down just slightly to kiss his hand.
Izuku looked back at Kyoka who looked anchored on the spot. The thing about Kyoka, Izuku found, is that she was a closeted Cuckquean: Izuku could naturally make Momo scream in ways Kyoka couldn't without ASKING her to, Izuku could reach spots within her in a single stroke that Kyoka needs her earphones for, but even then it's not nearly as thick or big. Izuku could pin her down, force her around, break her defenses, squeeze out all those sexy and slutty moans, and make her submit. And since that was the things Momo loved, she got more pleasure from it, and make no mistake Kyoka wanted to see her wife happy, so it was for some odd reason EXCITING to watch this herculean man fuck her wife better than she could.
"Gh-!" Izuku grunted and looked back down at the heart-eyed Ochako, "I'm gonna cum, Slut... By God you're so gorgeous, you know that? Does my pretty little cow want her meal?"
Ochako moaned hotly and suckled his tip when it came up to her lips, "Moo!" Then she put her feet against the bed to rock her entire body into his thrusts. "Mooo!"
"Here," Tsuyu sat up straighter and jiggled her milk-filled breasts in front of his face, "Are you thirsty? You'll have to be well-fed to fill us properly, my darling Master~"
Izuku grabbed her by the back of her neck to keep her still while he attacked her breasts with his mouth, pulling at her right nipple with his lips and tongue, causing a fresh stream of creamy and rich milk to fill his mouth and cover his tongue, "Mmm" 'I'm almost gonna be jealous of Hikaeru, yum.' He thought as he sucked Tsuyu's teat.
"Hah~ Hah~ Yes! D-Drink up! Use me as much as you want!" Tsuyu cheered him on while looking down at Ochako with a tang of jealousy, Titfucks were something Ochako gave Izuku every single day, it was something both Izuku and Tsuyu expected from
her. So Tsuyu was slightly jealous because of how easily she could take his time, but at least he gave her plenty of attention.
"Izu? Can you throat-fuck me later? I wanna have cum stuffed in both sides..." she chided him to go faster, she already had her ass stuffed full earlier, next was her mouth and pussy!
Izuku growled as he pounded Ochako's tits harder with his horsecock. It twitched between her meat pillows as his balls battered the underside of her cleavage. "M-Moo... MOO!" She shouted as she opened her hot and waiting mouth, 'Come on! I need it! I need your cum, Master! Feed me! I'm your dumb bimbo cow! I'm a toy for you! I'm a stupid slutty cock-whore cow!! I'M YOUR PROPERTY, MAKE ME YOUR BRAINLESS BREEDING SLUT!!'
Magma-hot cum blasted like a shotgun blast past the fatty flesh of her breasts, laying down a layer of hot spunk all over her top quarter, but mostly shot a thick wad of cum straight into her mouth, and this continued: His cock expanding slightly and twitching with every spurt of cum he shot. "GH!"
Ochako opened her uncovered eye to see Izuku grab the back of her head and bend her forward as he thrusts forwards, shoving her mouth right down to the hilt and pushing her nose to his pubic hair. "Mmph!" (Mooo!)
Izuku kept thrusting, smacking his tightening and releasing balls against her widened and ruined throat. "Aww, my little Slut is such a good cow!" He praised her while continuing to fuck her throat into a cumdump.
Meanwhile, Kyoka looked at Momo with a burning feeling of shame, the same burning feeling that tickled her insides and causing her pussy to ache. Momo was always trying to make room to visit Izuku because HE was the one who could Dom her without nearly as much issue, he could bring her to a screaming mess without the mountain of toys Kyoka needed, even then Izuku's strength and stamina plus his collection of gear could do things Kyoka never could... But she wasn't obsolete, not at all!
Both girls were attracted to the man in U.A in both a romantic and sexual sense, just more to each other, and since these feelings never stopped they became his partners. Izuku could give them both the mind-breaking sex they craved, and give Momo her deepest and most erotic domination fantasies. Izuku was their Dom, their partner-
"Oh Master, you're all done!" Kyoka snapped back to attention to see Izuku standing in front of Momo with his steel-hard and dirty pole in front of her face with Tsuyu and Ochako making out with a mouthful of tasty spunk.
Momo stood up and turned around to present her luscious and meaty behind, she looked back at him with a smile while spreading her cheeks apart for his viewing pleasure. "Please~ Tell me what to do, help yourself to our bodies, Master..."
Izuku's large hands roamed around her thighs, squeezing at her smooth and soft skin, then went up and down to squeeze at whatever he could, like her butt, breasts, and arms, then slowly wrapped around her middle to cradle and lovingly rub his daughter in her womb. Kyoka rubbed her pussy while remembering the erotic feeling of his warm and rock-firm hands around her soft skin, how good Momo must be feeling with his rock hard muscles and experienced long fingers tickled and groped her. And by god that cock!
"Show me how well you can work this ass on me, babe." He requested as he sat back down onto the bed with his erect cock pointed up like a meaty flagpole with his legs spread wide to let her sit comfortably. "Show me how bad you want it!" He told her as Ochako crawled to his right and Tsuyu to his left and pressed their plush bodies against him. Izuku looked over at the furiously masturbating Kyoka who mainly focused on Izuku's throbbing cock poking at her wife's asshole, watching and knowing she couldn't stop either of them from Izuku pounding her ass until he'd marked it as his property once more.
"Mnf!... Please, sir, use my body!~ Eep! Let me please you!" Momo cried as she positioned herself to impale his monster cock into her asshole, "This is the least I owe you, for fathering our babies. Y'know, I thought about something:"
She turned back to him with a playful smile, tearing his attention away from Kyoka, "What's that?" He asked while fondling her asscheeks.
"The whole world knows that you're a stud for wedding those two hotties," She said while looking at Ochako and Tsuyu, who both kissed his cheeks, "But if our baby girls look a lot like you, then they'd ALL know you're the luckiest, hottest stud in the world ." She prodded herself on his rod and let her body try and get back used to the feeling of Izuku inside her. "I want them to know, I want everyone to know who's the only one good enough to fuck and fill us as you do!"
As Momo finished the four women heard a deep growl-like groan emit from Izuku, who then grabbed her by her thighs and-
*Smack!*
Momo let out a high-pitched and hoarse moan, throwing her head back as hearts boomed in her onyx eyes, "Kyaa~!" She squirmed at the feeling of Izuku's tool and the stinging feeling of his muscular hips slamming into her ass. "I-Izuk-Ku, you're AMAZING!" She cried as she turned her head around to kiss him, squeaking and moaning with every twitch and slight movement. "Mmh! Mph! Mmh!"
Kyoka crawled closer to them and lowered her head like a dog, getting to eye-level with his full and bitch-breeder ballsack which was right below Momo's empty and excited cunt. *Chuu* Momo and Izuku pulled away with a sloppy and saliva filled kiss, "Lay back, Master. Let your pets make you feel good~ Make all four of us your whores, conquer us! Hurt us! Breed us forever and ever!"
Kyoka stuck out her tongue and put it on the bottom of his ballsack, and drifted it upwards. Tasting and savoring the salty skin of his delicious genitals, then licked a tiny bit of her wife's asshole and drew it over Momo's sopping cunt.
"Kyoka, darling?" Momo spoke up from above her, and when she looked up Momo forced her head back down to his balls,
"Worship it, help me make him cum until he's content." Meanwhile, Ochako and Tsuyu laid Izuku on his back and gave him an improvised Nuru massage by rubbing his large meaty slabs of muscle and tissue with their soft breasts, licking and kissing at his muscular chest, biceps, neck, cheeks, and lips at random while he wrapped his arms around them. "Moo!\Kero..."
"May I ride you, Master? Please let your pregnant pet fuck herself into mush!" She requested while wiggling her jiggly ass into his crotch as Kyoka prodded hers and Momo's pussies with her earphone jacks all while her, Ochako and Tsuyu doubled down on pampering Izuku's body with theirs. Kyoka desperately licked every monstrous inch of his musky ballsack while his two wives made out with every bit of exposed skin.
"Momo, if you don't start right now , you won't stand for a damn week AND I'll tell everyone how much of a whore their hero is. " The four knew the last part was just dirty talk, so they chose to play along with him.
"O-Of course, Sir!" She cried as she lifted her ass a foot into the air and wiggled it a bit from right to left to stimulate him,
"Gah~!" *Smack!* "P-Please don't tell!" Rise, and *Smack!*, making her wobbly and doughy ass wiggle from the force
*Smack!* *Smack!*
*Smack!* *Smack!*
"You- You'll feel great! Just don't tell anyone!" She begged him with a fake look of despair but was nearly ruined by the fact that her smile kept crawling back up, "No one can see me acting this slutty for you!" she declared while picking up the pace of her bounces and the volume of her moans. At this point, her huge ass smacked and jiggled against his muscular thighs and lower abs
"Mm..." Kyoka moaned at Momo's display into Izuku's balls, sending a bolt of pleasure through him, 'fuck her, make my wife cum all over that cock of yours, Stud!' she begged in her head as she moved deeper into his sweaty muff and pumped her jacks inside their pussies faster. 'Ride him faster, babe. This horse-cocked stud is gonna make you his bitch!'
"I shouldn't tell anyone? well then admit it, admit that-" He got up and put his mouth beside her ear and whispered something huskily into it for about a minute.
"Hmm?" Kyoka was grounded in reality just enough to pay attention, although he must have said something good because she put her hands on his hips and began twerking on him, impaling his monster of a cock into her stretched and whore-ish asshole.
"Oh GOD! Y-Yes! I'll do it! Please let me do it! Please, Master!" She cried while riding the high of her orgasm.
"Hmph. Good." He said as he laid back down to Tsuyu and Ochako giggling evilly and pampering him. "Kero, good job, Master. Now keep going, make her your property..." Tsuyu told him before licking him from his abs to his collar as she rubbed her tits against his arms.
"Moo~!" Ochako said while putting her leaking breasts to his face as she ground her pussy against his leg. "Moo..." She whined in a small tone to beg him to suck her milk-filled teats, which he gladly did. "M-Moo~!" she mewled
Kyoka felt as if she was left out on a secret, and not a minor one either. She took her mouth off of him and peered her head up at the high-off-pleasure Momo. "M-Momo? Wh-what'd he say?" She barely got out her sentence before Momo forced her head back into Izuku's swollen sack to worship.
"D-Don't worry, dear. He'll tell you soon, so just worry about having him cum!" She chided her wife as she rode her lover like a rodeo. "When he's done with me, he'll fuck you stupid too!"
Momo's taboo thoughts of what Izuku told her mixed with the imagery of Izuku dominating Kyoka drove her onwards to ride him harder and faster for the sake of his hot seed staining and claiming her insides. Then the thoughts of 5-ish years in the future: where Izuku would pin her down like a whore on his bed while she was put on a leash and tied to it, then breed her womb again, giving her a 6th child or perhaps 7th, but still know they wouldn’t be her last.
Actually, in a sense, it was his womb. He was the only person she'll ever come across who can fill every inch of her pussy and reach her womb, the only man who could fuck her until she was nothing more than a pitiful mess who begged for more cock. She was his, no matter what anyone else thought, at the end of the day he was still her Master.
"God! Please, Ruin me! Show me who I belong to!" She screamed over and over, each time her wanton screams came from her throat it became more hoarse and less intelligent, her slutty screams became dumb babbles for a bit over half an hour of rough ass-fucking before Izuku took his arm from around Ochako and used it to yank Momo's jet-black ponytail like a disobedient dog's leash. Making her let out another scream and making her asshole tighten like a death grip.
"Momo..." Izuku growled as he practically jacked himself off with her body as he forced her up and down, "Take it!" He commanded.
Momo's entire form had devolved to meet the very definition of a slut: her marked, drawn on, sweaty, red body bounced up and down furiously on his command, her cum came down like a waterfall down her legs and his balls while splattering on Kyoka's face, her face was plastered in a dopey and whore-ish smile while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her asshole was on fire and her cunt ached from Kyoka's jacks.
"Yesh, Mashter!" She cried before *SMACK!!* She lifted her booty half-way his length and smacked it against his muscular hips with force repeatedly, "Kum... Kum Pwease!"
Kyoka leaned her head back and watched him in awe, his titanic balls tightened as his thick base widened and flinched. "YESH!" Momo screamed as gallon after gallon of scolding hot cum was pumped into her asshole
Kyoka just watched for a full two minutes as Izuku continued to fuck her wife to pump as much of his baby batter as he wished into her asshole
"PHUCK!" Momo cried and ended with a drawn-out groan "Yeeeshh~..."
Izuku grabbed Momo's thick hips and lifted her off his still-eager cock in full nelson, a current of semen poured out of her gaping asshole and ruined his thighs in their mess, "Thank 'ou, Mashter~." She slurred as she laid face-down ass-up on the bed to keep her reward inside her, "Mph... 'Ou treat me sho well, Izuzu~" Momo said playfully with a dopey and slutty face and smile.
"What a waste, Kero." Tsuyu commented slyly as she crawled down to his cum-coated pelvis, "Let us, Master." Tsuyu offered him as Ochako came to Izuku's other side and began sucking his excess cum off his body with her. Ochako leaned her head down and suckled on his toned skin to lap up the cum he and Momo spilled, changing between outright kissing up glops of sperm to sticking out her tongue and licking it up like a dog that had been away from water for a week. "Moo~. Moo~..."
Meanwhile, Tsuyu used her tongue to wrap the tip of his cock gently and moved it up and down slowly, savoring every drop of his salty seed that he had so generously let her feed on, she retracted her tongue back into her mouth and captured his tip in her mouth with a humming moan. Working her head up and down on his monstrous mushroom cap while twisting it right to left just how he liked it, topped off with her tongue swirling around the entirety of his godly dick like it was her favorite candy. 'Izuku's so kind... giving me a free buffet of seed!.. so good...' she thought in a mind-numbed and pleasure drunk state.
'So much~!' Tsuyu thought as she licked up the last of the cum from the top half of his cock, 'So salty and YUMMY~!' She retracted her tongue back into her mouth and rapidly bobbed and fucked her own throat on the top half of his musky and bitch-breaking meat pole *Gluk-! Gluk-! Gluk-! GlukGlukGlukGluckGlukGlukGlukGluck!* Tsuyu put her hands on his knee to force her head about 1/3 down his fat log,
'I LOVE YOU, IZUKU: MY MASTER! MY HUSBAND! MY HERO! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, YOUR BREEDING BITCH! YOUR LOVER AND PERSONAL FROGGY BITCH TO FUCK SENSELESS!' Tsuyu mentally cried and begged as she began pistoning her head up and down his dick in a super lust-filled frenzy.
Meanwhile, Ochako licked up cum from the base of his cock and kissed up the leaking cum that nearly dripped down his legs. "Moo~!" Ochako said in a way to try and sound like a 'thank you'. She looked lustfully at his musky watermelon-sized balls filled with healthy semen. She licked her lips as her eyes drifted to the gagging and slutty Tsuyu who forced all 27 godly inches of Izuku's cock into her throat. 'Wow Tsuyu! Going for that throat-fuck, huh?' Ochako thought as she lowered herself to his ballsack.
"Moo!" Ochako moo'd as if to say: 'Let both your pets please you, Master!' She leaned down and laid a tender kiss on his right testicle and cupped his left one to bring it over, and laid a trio of passionate smooches over his giant gift to all women. She opened her lips wider and suckled on it like a hungry whore, licking it up and down like candy while spitting on it, polishing his precious jewels then nuzzling them with her cheeks. She repeated this cycle while moving around more and drawing out her sultry licks, kisses, and slutty actions.
"G-God!" Izuku groaned at the feeling of his sensitive cock covered in his wives' desperate mouths, slobbering on his monster cock like it was their job. He was in heaven once again, Ochako's plump lips and tongue worshipped his ballsack by rubbing their soft wetness across him. Meanwhile, Tsuyu lied to his left as she forced his cock into her throat over and over again, with the goal of him emptying his huge balls into her tummy. Izuku reached his hands over their bodies to rest them at the entrances of their asses, probing and pumping his thick middle and pointer fingers in and out of their 'well-used' assholes, making them mewl and hum from pleasure onto his cock.
"So good, such good girls~" He chuckled a bit as he looked over the ever desperate Kyoka who rubbed her aching clit with her jacks, "Then again, You're always my good girls, my playthings! My obedient hero pets! MY precious wives and BREEDING WHORES!! I'm the ONLY one who can see your perfect faces stained in cum, and fill your flawless bodies with MY children!" He declared as he super-charged his fingers with 4%, making their pussies flood the bed and their asses tightened greatly around him; All in all, leaving them as horny degenerates that only increased the intensity of their oral treatment for their husband while moaning like bitches in heat.
Tsuyu moaned\screamed from the fiery-hot pleasure in her ass, so she continued bobbing her head to force him in and out of her throat as fast as possible for his maximum pleasure because that's how he likes it: A tight, hot hole with enough room to stuff his cock down to the hilt, which she did for him. Smacking her delicate nose into his pubic hair over and over while savoring his salty meat rod, Ochako's fondling and handling became faster, rubbing his balls like the treasures they were as her tongue finished covering his entire sack in saliva, she spat on it quickly and sucked on his right nut harder,
'C'mon Deku~! Cum, CUM! Fill our bellies~! Fill our bellies with your adorable babies~! Do anything you WANT to us! So long as you leave us as your moaning, slutty, pregnant little bitches~! Fuck us like we're nothing but toys! Fuck us like you paid for it!! I'm a little pathetic fuck-toy for your breeding bull cock!!!' Ochako thought shamelessly as Izuku's hands filled through her hair lovingly in a lustful frenzy of joy. Ochako looked back up at Tsuyu, who looked in a state of bliss from both her ends being filled by the same hunk of a man
"Girls, that's enough." He commanded, panting slightly. "I can't keep Kyoka waiting much longer." He informed, looking over to the near-whimpering and shaking Kyoka.
Begrudgingly, Ochako and Tsuyu slowly slipped off of Izuku’s manhood and they turned to each other, Tsuyu put her cuffed hands behind Ochako’s neck and made out with the larger woman, Ochako fell on her back as she let Tsuyu rub her beautifully perky breasts against hers, and there they would wait for Izuku, tasting his cock on each other’s tongues. 'Come back soon, Master.'
Back with Izuku and Kyoka, his lips rammed into hers with the same reckless, focused, and frankly amazing bravado he uses when he's in his 'Hero mode'.
So her eyes lit up and widened as much as she thought possible, it was also obviously a surprise for the smaller girl because he showed such ferocity with her, it was quite flattering actually.
Although the fact that he's cutting off all her oxygen with those…Perfect, soft… Tough lips… and his somehow stronger, (Or more experienced) tongue treating hers like he owned it was a little worrying, but right now she couldn't think about things as unimportant as flattery or breathing, she was back with Izuku! She was so happy! maybe she could hold out for a little longer, no matter how many kisses she would get tonight, she wants each one to last.
And after what she guessed was about 8 minutes of Izuku running his hands over every inch of her, her moaning into his mouth and him staring down at her moaning and shivering form, Izuku pulled back to let her catch her breath, and when he did she let her eyes go half-lidded and stuck her wet, dominated tongue out and panted with her mouth wide open like a dog. And to Izuku, he found it all too adorable.
After a moment, she finally said, "C-can you… please… oh izuku please..?"
Izuku found this amusing, "Please what, pet?" The most amazing part about that sentence was the fact that he said it so smoothly, without regret.
"I'm sure someone told you," Izuku started, forcing Kyoka to *malicious link removed* on the man she was in such an intimate situation with. "That good little girls ask for what they want, so…" He took this time to plant another breathtaking kiss on her lips and continued, "Be a good little slut and beg for it."
Kyoka couldn't quite explain the noise she made, it was a combination of an 'Irk!' and a puppy's whine. And of course, Izuku thought it was SO adorable.
'how!?! How can he make the sound GOOD!?!' Kyoka's face was… ok, flustered and blushing was an understatement so it was more like: if she saw herself she’d call her a slut. She leaned back into him and kissed him desperately, her tongue twisted on top of his, she sucked it slightly as she moaned into his mouth. His hand came between them and rested itself on her bulging belly, he rubbed it gently and lovingly.
He pulled away, leaving her with a small whine and a small string of saliva between them, he wiped it away then leaned down to be eye-level with her stomach. She put her hands on both sides of her bump as if she was presenting it to him, “S-say hi to Daddy, Chowa.” Kyoka mumbled out with a blush.
Izuku’s eyes darted up to Kyoka’s soft purple ones. She looked down at Izuku, his eyes held a look of wonder, daydreams and love. He slowly laid her back down on the soft and fluffy sheets and mattress, she panted as she looked down at Izuku who kissed her bellybutton, then placed rings of kisses around it. He leaned forward and placed another kiss on top of her baby bump.
“Chowa… Such a pretty name, and with a momma like you,” He looked up at her then licked his lips, “She’ll be just as beautiful as her name, Don’t you think~?” He placed one last gentle kiss on her very center and sat up straight, pointing his Mammoth-sized cock at her chin as it rested between her open legs.
“With a daddy like you? No doubt.” Kyoka remarked, gently rubbing her soaking wet pussy on the underside of his dick, “Momo and I want a dozen of your beautiful babies between us!” She begged, bouncing enough to rock her firm and cushion-like ass against his bitch-breeder nutsack.
“Alright then, pet.” He chuckled, “Where does my sweet little pet want her Master’s cock? Maybe I'll just use this pussy until you admit who's pet you are, or I could tie you up with your own jacks and use that throat until dawn, so you can't have any pleasure."
[font="Lucida][font="Lucida] [/font][/font]
Izuku licked his lips thinking about the endless possibilities for Kyoka while she was in this position. But first, he reached down, and after only a few seconds, her earphones were tied behind her neck like a ribbon.
"Perfect…"
Kyoka whined like a little pathetic kitten under him, but still grinded her wet pussy against his cock. "G-Green, Please!"
"Of course, on one condition:" He pinned her arms down onto the bed, rubbing his steel-hard and chiseled bod against hers. "Call me-"
Kyoka didn't let him finish, "Please, MASTER!" She screamed, by God this man made her desperate.
Izuku gave a satisfied chuckle while rubbing her thin cheek with his right hand, "That wasn't it, I know you don't like that, so make sure you scream my name to make up for it, alright?"
Kyoka gave a dopey\love-sick smile while wrapping her legs around his huge back, that was something she loved about him: His broad, muscular and stone-hard chest was like a shield, he was going to protect and give the ones he loves the best of whatever they want…
including the best fuck in the world…
"Heh, Thanks, Izuzu~ Now then, pin me down…" Izuku put his hand back on hers, then added just enough weight and in a push-up position. "... And make me scream my baby-daddy's name, Daddy ." Kyoka told him with a determined, sexy and sassy smirk.
"Is that a challenge, bitch?" He dilated and probed her entrance, slightly opening it, "you're tapping into your inner slut!" He joked while he kissed her on the lips, then Kyoka
forced her head up more to keep him there,
'Yes! Love me Izuzu! Kiss me! You gave me your baby, you hunky stud!' Kyoka moaned deeply into her mouth with tiny squeaks sneaking out of the connection of their loving lips.
'More, Izuzu! More! Oh God, Chowa you have such a wonderful daddy! Love me! Fuck me please!'
Izuku pulled away from her with a tiny *pop* "Call me whatever you want, but you're my sweet, cute, little Pet ." His breath tickled her throat and was hot against her face. "You're so sexy, Kyoka, but can I tell you something?"
She quivered in horny delight and rubbed her body against his more, eager for any affection. "Hah~ Hah~ Yes, Izuzu?" She shook her milky and pale breasts from left to right to entice him to either kiss her again or suck her breasts… Maybe a bite or two~
"No matter how sexy you are, you'll be just as adorable as our daughter~." He whispered huskily into the smaller woman's ear. She barely had a second to respond before she screamed "GAAH!!! IZUZU!!"
Izuku slid a bit over 15inches of prime and thick man-meat into her too-long-teased pussy. "That's it babe, scream for me, SCREAM my name, the name of the man you love more than any other."
He pulled about half of his length out of her sweet and tight hole, and gave a near-sadistic smile when he shoved 20inches of his herculean dick into her once again.
"G-God! Nya~!" She cried as her beautiful and dark purple eyes rolled into the back of her head, going into a neon-red blush when she realized the noise she made.
"Heh heh, such a pretty kitty!" He said calmly and playfully. He leaned down to her neck, his hot breath tickled and pricked her neck, then his strong tongue lapped at her dainty neck. She gasped hotly as her hands instinctively struggled under his grip in an attempt to wrap them around his neck or head, just to hold him tighter while he fucked her brains out.
"Oooouuh-!" Kyoka groaned while tightening her leg grip on his back, "Oh, Green! Fuck me!" She begged and panted as Izuku continued to claim her pussy while kissing, licking and marking her neck with hickeys from gentle bites.
Izuku picked up his pace, thoroughly plunging his massively thick slave-maker of a cock into the deepest depths of her hot blushing body as it twitched angrily, then he pulled his massive log out, which made her gasp from the sudden emptiness and added pleasure.
*Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!* The thick clapping of Izuku's huge balls against her jiggly and meaty booty became louder with the speed and force of his mighty thrusts. "Aww, such cute little noises my kitty makes, keep making those noises my cute little pet." He grunted through his wide smile
Kyoka tried to turn away, trying to hide her expression from the man over her.
Izuku began rolling his hips into her, going down and stabbing it straight in then pulling it up and out, like a machine built to break the mind of any woman who it was put into. Kyoka almost screamed, but let out high pitched moans and half-formed pleas for more.
"You're so damn cute, so sexy and beautiful at the same time~ You have such a cute face, your beautiful hair. you're a sexy sassy rocker bitch."
"...Nuu..! I'm n-n-not, c-c-cute…" Kyoka struggled with her words, trying to hide her embarrassed face.
"Who the HELL lied to you?" He pinned her down harder and pushed himself closer to her body, "Look at me Kyoka, if you don't you'll be punished."
Kyoka turned just enough to look with him with one eye, his serious look turned into a full-on scowl, his emerald eyes seemed to turn into dark toxin that drilled into her head. His teeth clenched and his lip curled up. Izuku was fucking livid.
"Kyoka, last. CHANCE." He warned as his thrusts became a ruthless and wild pounding, he became an animal in her pussy. "Look." He pushed her down further into the bed and lifted his cock until only his titanic cocktip that was the size of a small pumpkin remained. "At."
"ME!" He commanded with a voice of primal authority, *CLAP!!* After charging his lower body with 25% of One For All, he smashed his hips into her meaty child-bearing hips.
"FUUUCK!! IZUZU!!!" Kyoka screamed with the pain-laced pleasure, tears jerked into her eyes as her legs squeezed his back harder, but barely even moved him, the giant mountain of muscle that was Izuku would never budge, no matter how hard she gripped him.
Kyoka didn't hesitate, she looked straight up at Izuku's menacing face that hung less than a foot from her face, " Now then, " he put his face a mere two inches from hers, his hot, ragged and panting breath felt like the tips of flames were tickling her cheek. "Who the HELL lied to you, and said you weren't the cutest chick they ever laid their eyes on?"
Kyoka moaned deeply in blissful lust. Izuku fought off the urge to giggle at the adorable tiny purple hearts in her eyes. Kyoka hung her tongue out slightly, flicked it once and brought it back in. "Nya~! Ya think I'm cute, Green..?"
Izuku's expression lightened, turning more playful. "The cutest, my little kitty bitch." He pulled out about a quarter of his cock out and slammed it back into her dripping wet folds.
"Purr, purr for your baby-daddy's dick baby!" Izuku chided her, pistoning his fat dick in and out of Kyoka's slick pussy.
"Nya~! Nyah~! Nya~! Breed me, Nyah! Breed this cunt, breed my brains out you bull-cocked stud! Nyah~!" Kyoka's body bounced every time his hips rammed into hers, although his more muscular and heavier body kept her still enough for his rough fucking.
Izuku grunted before mashing his lips against hers, not in a rough or dominant way, just a gentle and sloppy lip-locking session where he licked her teeth and tasted her sweet tongue. After about three minutes of their make-out session, Kyoka screamed into her lover's mouth while she came to a sloppy orgasm.
Izuku pulled away from her with a wet *smack!* And a string of saliva, "Teehee~ You're so lovey-dovey with me, Izuzu!" Kyoka giggled before he shoved another harsh thrust into her smaller body. "Fuuuck! Keep going! Keep being Lovey-dovey with my pussy! My pussy's married to you!"
Izuku smirked as he shoved more and more of his small tree-trunk thick dick deeper into his purple-haired lover's well-used cocksleeve of a pussy. "Damn, do you and Momo even have sex without me?"
Kyoka squirmed and squealed like an overjoyed pig. "O-Oh G-g-god! Barely! Your tongue is better than ANYTHING Momo could do! She feels the sa-ame! Oh right there! Right there, Daddy! I'm your slutty pregnant kitty whore!"
Izuku once again began rolling his hips into her thick child-bearing hips that wobbled and *Twaped* when they collided, the thick claps of her ass-cheeks onto his ballsack rang through the dark room, "You're my Daddy! You're my Master!" Izuku pounded the purple-haired woman's pussy faster, * SMACK-! SMACK-! SMACK-! * "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, Don't stop Daddy!! Ooh! Hah!"
Izuku let out a deep and drawn-out groan, "Jesus, you ladies are insatiable. You should really be married to me with how well you can take my dick, you horny bitch!"
Kyoka squealed in delight, tears jerked into her eyes as flashes of her in a wedding dress, put into doggy style in a honeymoon hotel room bed and being on a leash while Izuku pounded her until she was his brainless breeding bitch. Then images of Momo and her on their knees, being forced to gorge on Izuku's cock because his leashes kept them there, they made out with his giant tip, then got off and looked him in the eyes with their sultry heart-eyed ones. 'We love you, Izuzu-baby'
"YES!! PLEASE MAKE ME FORGET MY VOWS TO MOMO AND LET ME MARRY YOU IZUZU-BABY! FUCK YOUR NEW WIFE INTO THE BED! I'M YOUR PET!! YOUR SLUT!! YOU OWN ME! TIE ME UP AND KEEP ME AS A FUCK-TOY!! ME AND MOMO ARE YOUR BREEDING WHORES!! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES INSIDE ME EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE !! PLEASE DON'T HOLD BACK! I'M YOUR FUCKING BITCH!" Kyoka screamed at Izuku, fueling his desire for more, fueling his need to breed the woman under him.
*SMACK!!* Izuku swatted the side of her buttocks making her scream "NYA~! NYA~! NYA~! NYA~! I'M YOUR BRAINLESS CUMDUMP, MAKE ME YOUR USELESS CUM-WHORE!! I WANT YOU TO PUMP A DOZEN OF CHOWA’S SIBLINGS INTO ME AFTER SHE’S BORN!! I'M YOUR FUCKING SEX TOY! MAKE ME YOUR STUPID KITTY BREEDING BITCH!! FUCK YOUR BITCHY KITTY UNTIL SHE PASSES OUT IZUZU!!!"
Izuku growled in primal lust, chided on by Kyoka's wanton screams and her burning hot body, His basic biological urges told him to fuck the woman who carried his child, then the awaiting moans of Momo, Ochako and Tsuyu's threesome, all just waiting for Izuku to fill their hot holes and taint their perfect skin in his cum.
"That's it, scream you horny slut. Scream just for me." He whispered into her ear. "I'll consider them your wedding vows."
*9 & A half hours later*
Izuku sat on the couch with an All Might mug filled with coffee in his hand. A light sheet of sweat covered his upper form, his lower body was covered in extremely baggy black sweat-pants. His shoulders felt stiff and his cock felt carpet burnt, but damn was it worth it!
'That was the most I've cum in a long time…' Izuku thought to himself, the girls were wild . They chose to not play with each other, so he had to satisfy two, three, or all of them at once, like when he pinned Ochako under him while switching between eating out Tsuyu and Momo, all while pumping his fingers in and out of Kyoka's pussy.
Although his favorite part of the night was after Momo and Kyoka passed out somewhere past 3AM, after getting each of their holes filled three times. Then he did a 4-hour marathon of filling Ochako and Tsuyu's pussies with cum. Every five seconds or so he heard Ochako's voice in his head saying: "Moo!"
All in all, all four women looked about 8-months along with triplets when he was done.
Izuku shook his head with a smirk, then downed his mug quickly. 'Alright, I should see if the kids are awake yet.' he thought while recoiling from the hot drink
He took his phone off the coffee table and shoved it in his pocket and set his mug down, ‘So… Chowa, Omoi, Raita, and Hikearu with who knows how many more on the way… heh heh, what a life.’ He thought as he walked upstairs.
* 5 Years Later…*
The 6th-year running of the #1 Hero, Deku A.ka. Izuku Midoriya was convinced to take his first official vacation away from work and children in a bit less than 10 months, (after his wives begged him to for about 2.5 months straight.)So on the very first day out of four, Izuku sat on a private strip of beach that Momo’s family owned, so he sat on his chair in front of the crystal clear sea and sky, sitting on the glowing bright sand with an umbrella covering his bare top half, displaying his majestic and prime condition of muscles.
“God I’m glad I listened to you girls, this Vay-cay is just what we needed.”
His beautiful brunette wife that clung to his right giggled and kissed his cheek, “What did we say, huh darling? Hehe~...”
Izuku smiled and turned to her, “Yeah I’m sorry, Shino.”
“It’s ok baby, just come’re and kiss me.” The naked cat-themed hero babe told him as she moved her dainty arm over his rock-hard chest.
“Hey! We want kisses too!” Before Izuku and Shino could connect lips, they turned to the other two female Pussycats, Tomoko and Ryuko.
The nude blonde babe straddled his stomach and placed her crotch over his trunks and her hands on his shoulders. “The first day of the: “Midoriya Family Baby-Makin’ Weekend starts now!” She cheered as she gave her hunk a big wet kiss.
Tomoko snickered playfully, “You horny hypocritical little-!” Tomoko stopped herself and decided to swat the blondie’s doughy booty harshly, leaving a light red print that truly was nothing compared to what her “Sweet green bean Izuzu” could do.
“Eep! Owwie! Izu-baby?! Can you spank her for me? That huwrt …” She whined in a baby voice with puppy-dog eyes.
Izuku chuckled as he wrapped his hand around Tomoko’s side. “Well you two would have to get off me so I can bend her over my knee.” All three of them purred at the thought of Izuku punishing the plump greenette cat MILF with a nice series of spanks.
“Deku baby!! You coming!?” Itsuka yelled from the water, Izuku leaned up a bit to see the rest of his brides splashing, chatting, or playing in the water.
She held a volleyball on her palm that was just about as bouncy and heavy as her glorious melon-sized tits, her skin was perfectly smooth and plush, covering her perfectly fatty and muscular bod that was dressed in nothing but water and sunlight. She took a step back into the waist-high water to entice him to leave the other three.
“YEAH!!” The cocoa-skinned bunny woman Rumi yelled from behind her, shaking her super muscular body in excitement, “THOSE KITTY HUSSIES CAN’T HOG YOU!!”
The fiery blond Moe, Kyoka and the rowdier members, Mei, Setsuna, and the normally shy-ish Melissa cheered in agreement while Camie and Momo whistles for him to come forth.
Ryuko let out a low growl, “Nuu! Stay here Izu!”
Tsuyu came from the water, shaking her bare and glistening wet thighs as she marched over to the clingy blond.
“Kero!” She cried as she hopped on top of her, “If you’re gonna keep him here, at least share!”
Ryuko whined, “I hate water! Get off!” She cried.
Izuku gave one last chuckle before he put his hands behind both their necks and effortlessly separated the two, “Alright that’s enough.” He chuckled again before a pair of hands covered his eyes.
“Guess who, Green?” The thick ghostly girl Reiko behind his chair teased. “Sorry it took us so long darling…~” She whispered while the sexy shortstack Kinoko and his first wife Ochako laughed
Izuku smiled as he released Tsuyu and Ryuko, “Hey girls, it’s alright, we’ve got all weekend don’t we?” He asked playfully, making all seven women around him to giggle in horny bliss.
“You’re all little girls, he wants to spend his time with a nice big-booty bitch like me!” Emi’s boastful voice rang out as she marched from their right, “I can make him laugh while he takes that big bad cock and makes me his BITCH with it !”
Izuku sighed happily as he turned to his teal-haired wife, who jiggled her thick and curvy booty at him, “ Cum on, daddy!” She joked as she bounced her ass up and down, making it loudly clap for him
The other women groaned at her pun while Izuku felt his cock threaten to snap his trunks, Ochako noticed and laughed. “Why’d you even bother putting those on Deku? You knew we’d tear them off of you~!”
Izuku chuckled one last time as he looked at her, “Because I wanted to see how long I could keep them on, which really-” He slowed his talking as Shino and Emi grabbed his trunks and lowered them slowly while everyone else came out of the Ocean and walked towards him in a sultry manner. “-couldn’t have been more than five minutes.”
“Well what d’ya expect, Izu-baby?” Nemuri asked him as she pinched Nejire’s ass while walking past her, “With a sweet, hunky, cute stud like you, how can we EVER resist?” The MILF superhero asked as she leaned forwards a bit, showing off her wonderful curves and dripping wet watermelon breasts off to her hubby. “Come ‘ere baby, make me your breeding bitch~!”
The women around her moaned or giggled at the thoughts of Izuku pounding Nemuri and themselves until they were at his side and on a leash.
For a bunny woman, Rumi let out a surprisingly wolf-like growl, “He should do ME first!” She turned to Izuku who was groping the boobs of Emi and Shino, Rumi gave a soft and submissive look while crouching just a bit to beg, making him lick his lips at the powerful beauty submitting to him. “Because bunnies are more fertile! Just one drop of Master’s powerful seed and there’s a baby! I’m sturdy enough for him to drag and use his pretty pet rabbit anywhere and I’ll make him cum!” She cried while fingering her puffy-lipped pussy.
“Oh PLEASE!” Mei said as she grabbed Mellissa’s boobs, “We all know that Mellissa and I have the best boobs, and Master is one Billion percent a tit-man!” She claimed referring to their perky and giant pumpkin-sized titties.
Melissa nodded and shook her breasts up and down, “Everyone knows Izuku loves using our tits as fucktoys!” She backed up Mei, throwing all her dignity or care to the wind
Izuku heard all three Pussycats huff and grab him, Tomoko licked the sweat off Izuku’s lower abs, “We all know what’s important to Master is an obedient and submissive cum-slut bitch!” She claimed as she licked him again.
Ryuko kissed his right pec right above his nipple before licking it, “Not just that, he likes rough pets and slaves who fuck and ride him!”
Shino put her hands on her teammate’s pillow-like booties while biting her lip, “Begging to be bred 24\7 is much hotter than cup-size pinkie!” She taunted the inventor.
“Girls.” He barked before this could get out of hand, while he LOVED the feeling of having these women fight over him, but he needed there to be order for their role-playing and kinks to work.
All of them snapped to attention as they felt a spike of pleasure in their lower abdomens and pussies, they stayed silent while twitching in anticipation, daydreaming of all the possibilities that could happen during this weekend.
Izuku gave a devilish smile, his emerald eyes shining eagerly under the shade, “ Anyone who fights gets left out for the rest of the day, underst
ood ?! ” He ordered, making them all nod and\or say “Yes/Understood, Master .”
“Alright then,” He shooed the girls off of him to sit straight and tore his trunks off like it was wet paper.
“S-S-So hot!” Fuyumi practically melted, her white and red hair plastered against her head as she slowly made her way across the golden sand.
“ Girls… ” He started as he reclined in his chair, placing his hands behind his head, “ Each of you can only spend one minute on my cock until you’ve all had a turn. Oral only, and If you make me cum then you’re the first to be bred. Understood? ” He set out the rules for his simple game, letting all his wives’ eyes stare hungrily at his god-like cock.
“ Yes \ Of Course \ U-understood , Master .” Izuku smiled listening to his personal orchestra of heavenly angels sing to him.
Izuku sighed one last time before looking over at the large wooden beach cabin they’d be staying in, “And whoever gets the energy drinks from there gets first dibs, No Hitting or Shoving~.” He added slyly, laughing openly and loudly to the sound of feet stampeding in the sand.
“Hahaha..! Oh, man… I’m going to love this~” |
Title: 2Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Two
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money either.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e.: smut), bad spelling and grammar. Also, the smut is going to be a bit more graphic than last time.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Two Summary: Harry and Hermione try to make their way to Hogwarts.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" Hermione screamed as she dove off of Harry. He absently noticed that her hand was still covered with her own spittle and his pre-cum.
"Please, don't stop on my account," Gryffindor's ghost implored. "Continue. Pretend I'm not here."
"Is that..." began Hermione as she crouched in the corner while clutching her half-opened blouse in front of her. "Is that Godric Gryffindor?"
"See that?" Gryffindor said to Harry. "She didn't take a kip during History of Magic, now did she?"
'How can you kill someone that's already dead?' Harry wondered internally. He had been so close to cumming... so very close... now he had to suffer. And suffer he would, because 'Harry, Jr.' didn't get to finish playing. And 'Harry, Jr.' had quite a temper. Harry knew that when his little friend started to play, but was forced to stop before he got "sleepy", there would be hell to pay! 'Harry, Jr.' sulked off to bed like a petulant child. Harry groaned as 'Harry, Jr.' took out his frustrations on his luggage.
"Got a bad case of blue balls, don't ya boy?" Gryffindor said with a chuckle upon noticing Harry's discomfort. The ghost turned toward Hermione and asked, "Why don't you give Harry some assistance and rub one out for him?"
A fluttering of wings announced the return of Hedwig. The owl looked between the three people arguing and sagely decided not to get involved. Hedwig hopped into her cage and watched the verbal battle unfold.
"You disgusting old pervert!" Hermione shouted in shock.
"Guilty as charged," the ghost answered with obvious pride.
"Is this why you needed my help?" demanded Hermione, turning to Harry. "Some perverted ghost was pestering you, and you thought that I should get involved."
"Um yeah... no... kinda," replied Harry sheepishly. "I mean sorta... well he told me that his sword will help destroy the Horcruxes and that I need to get my hands on the sword by tomorrow or it'll be too late."
"Then why didn't you tell me about it before... before..." Hermione stammered obviously embarrassed. "Before I... we..."
"Started to play a gauntly little tune on his skin flute?" Gryffindor helpfully offered. Both Harry and Hermione did their best to ignore the ghost.
"I was worried about you," replied Harry truthfully. "When you came in, you were awfully upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay, to see if there was anything I could do to help you, before I asked you to help me. And then well, I kinda forgot about it when we um... were..."
Hermione's eyes shined as she looked at her friend.
"You were worried about me? That's so sweet!" Hermione said. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you."
"Now that you two have made up," Gryffindor interrupted, "why don't you go on and shake glands?"
"Harry, do you know any method to kill a ghost?" Hermione asked as she looked at Gryffindor, scathingly.
"I was going to ask you about that, actually," answered Harry.
"Fine, spoil my fun. It's not like there's a lot to do when one's a ghost," Gryffindor pouted.
"Oh, sod off, you old coot!" both Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.
"Why do you need to get the sword by tomorrow?" Hermione asked Harry.
"He told me that the charms on the sword that would help me destroy the Horcruxes will fail if I don't get it by then," Harry answered. "But I can't leave this house until my birthday, which isn't for two days. And I have the Order standing guard making sure I don't leave."
"So you need a distraction in order to escape," clarified Hermione to which Harry nodded. The brunette witch thought for a moment before snapping her fingers and calling out triumphantly, "We'll get Fred and George to help!"
"That's what I said," stated Harry, "but the degenerate over there said I should get you..."
"Well, the twins wouldn't have given you a hand job, would they?" Gryffindor defended himself. "I had your best interests in mind."
"You mean start to give him a hand job," Hermione argued bitterly. "Before you barged in for a cheap show and said 'brainy girls are naughty'!"
"Let's not point fingers and play the 'blame game' now," Gryffindor brushed the witch off. "You have a quest ahead of you! Get cracking!"
And with a pop, the ghost of Gryffindor disappeared.
"Can ghosts Apparate?" Harry asked.
"No, the old pervert is probably just invisible," answered Hermione. "He's just hoping we go at it again."
"Fine, I'll leave then." Gryffindor's disembodied voice called out and his footsteps were heard walking out of Harry's room.
"So, are we going to go at it again now that he's gone?" Harry asked hopefully; 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage were already starting to ache. Hermione gave the young man a look that clearly said "No." As a matter of fact, one could discern from that particular look that if Harry had wished to pursue this inquiry, it could be quite easily stated that the look also insinuated that he would get his willy cut off.
Hermione walked over to Harry's desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the twins. She handed Harry the letter which he attached to Hedwig's leg.
"Could you take this to the twins, girl?" Harry asked. The owl nipped at Harry's finger affectionately and flew out the window. Harry was quite a bit surprised when his snowy owl dove toward the ground after only flapping her wings twice instead of soaring off into the horizon. "She doesn't do that normally," he said aloud.
Both Harry and Hermione went to the window to check on Hedwig's progress. They were both astonished to see the owl perched on nothing, in mid-air, across the street from # 4. "She doesn't do that normally, either," announced Harry.
The two teens rushed out of the house and across the street to where Hedwig had landed and seemed to be hovering six feet above the ground; hovering without using her wings at all, that is. The owl hooted to her master from her invisible perch as if she wanted to be congratulated for doing a good job. Harry moved toward his bird when he heard a noise coming from the empty space below Hedwig.
"What's he doing here?" a familiar voice asked in a hushed tone.
"Shut up you prat, or they'll hear us!" another familiar voice hissed.
"Hi, Fred," Harry greeted the air.
"Hi, George," Hermione added.
"I think they know we're here," one of the twins stated.
"Really? I couldn't tell," retorted the other.
A slit opened in thin air revealing the interior of an invisible magical tent. Fred and George stuck their heads out and greeted Harry and Hermione.
"Do you like our new invention?" Fred asked innocently.
"Yes, it's called the Peeping-Tom-Tent!" George added. "Quite ingenious really, the amount of charms used on it and whatnot."
"Yes, you see a Disillusionment Charm is used on the outside..."
"While a Transparency Charm is used on the inside."
"So the people on the inside can see out..."
"But no one on the outside can see the tent..."
"So sexual deviants can peep to their hearts content," both the twins laughed weakly.
"So, you just happened to decide to test your new product right across the street where Harry is staying?" asked Hermione.
"Well... we wanted to test it in a Muggle neighborhood...." George stammered.
"... And it was just coincidence that we ended up here..." Fred completed his brother's poorly fabricated lie.
"When did you two join the Order, then?" Harry asked, effectively ending the charade.
The twins slumped their shoulders in defeat.
"Right after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts," said George.
"Yeah, because our Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder was essential in the attack..." Fred continued.
"We didn't know Draco was gonna use it like that when we sold it to him," concluded George.
"How did you think he was going to use it then?" Hermione inquired.
"Well... he said he was going to use it to seduce Ginny..."
"WHAT!?!" Harry and Hermione shouted.
"What makes you think she would have been seduced by Draco if he used the Darkness Powder?" Hermione asked.
"Our little sister gets turned on by the dark..." George answered.
"Bit of a strange turn on really," Fred offered. "And Malfoy told us he had an elaborate plan to win Ginny's heart."
"You wanted your sister to be with that slimy git?" Harry asked, completely shocked.
"Well it's better than you and her getting together," argued Fred. "You and Ginny are just disturbing."
"What do you mean?" demanded Harry.
"Come on mate, she looks like your mother!" George stated, while Fred shuddered.
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?" Harry cried to the heavens.
"We thought you knew," said George.
"We just assumed you were bent in the head," offered Fred.
"I hate you both a great deal," pronounced Harry. "Really, I do."
"Let's get back to the matter at hand," Hermione implored, "and drop how sick Harry and Ginny's relationship was."
"Hey!" Harry cried, taking offence.
"Harry and I need to leave this house immediately," Hermione continued, ignoring Harry's protest.
"No," Fred stated at once.
"We're under strict orders from the Order," George continued.
"You don't have to tell anyone," Hermione implored compassionately. "Do it for Harry, please?"
"Nope," the twins pronounced in unison.
"We'll give you money to turn your back for just a few hours." Hermione offered.
"Nope!"
Hermione threw her arms up in disgust; she had tried to get the twins to do it out of compassion and then bribery but to no avail. That only left blackmail.
"Fine, have your way. But just to let you know, if you don't let us leave, when we go to Bill and Fluer's wedding, I'll slip Harry and Ginny a Lust Potion," threatened Hermione as she fought back the bile creeping up her throat caused by the images running through her head.
"So what?" George asked as Harry's gag reflex kicked in.
"Yeah, Harry would like it," Fred continued, neither twin noticed that Harry had doubled over.
"I'll give them a Lust Potion and I'll make sure that they sit at your table," Hermione stated as she broke out in a cold sweat. "I can imagine it now; you'll see Harry's hand slip under the table, but what you won't see is Harry's hand slip into Ginny's skirt and then... slip a finger or two into Ginny herself...."
George lurched a bit at Hermione's description, whereas Fred put up a brave face, even though he wanted to run as far away as possible. Harry had dropped all pretences and had started to dry heave once more.
"After that, Harry and Ginny will snog while still finger-banging her, right there at the table in front of you," Hermione continued, not quite suppressing the quiver of disgust in her voice. "Harry might just pull her robe down so he can..." Hermione paused and swallowed, as she steeled herself for the forthcoming image, "... s-s-s-suckle her tit in public."
Fred balked and George clutched his stomach. Harry weakly pawed at Hermione's leg, silently begging her not to continue. He didn't care about the stupid Horcruxes anymore; Voldemort could take over the world as far as he was concerned. He just wanted Hermione to stop talking about him fondling a girl that looked like his mum.
"Do you think Ginny will wank him off under the table? Or perhaps she'll go down on him?" Hermione questioned as the disturbing images made her start to go light-headed. "Oh, no; I don't think you'll get off that easily. Harry'll bend her over the table and make her a woman. Right there, in front of you and the rest of your family.
"I figure she'll squeal a bit when he breaks her hymen," Hermione's face had turned a nice shade of green due to the mental image she gave herself, when Fred suddenly interrupted.
"Hold one, wait a minute," Fred interjected, hoping to derail Hermione's conversation. "Do you honestly think our little sister still has her hymen intact?"
"Yeah, how else do you think she got so popular so quickly?" added George.
"Fine then," Hermione countered. She decided to go full bore and take the fight out of the twins. "She'll just start grinding her hips into his, driving his manhood deeper and deeper into her pulsing box. Do you think he'll smack her arse? Can you imagine the red, hand-shaped welt forming on her milky white flesh? The same milky white flesh that Harry's mother had!"
Hermione's vivid description became too much. Tears of fear and displeasure rolled down Fred's face as George fell to his knees, begging in a sad, muted tone for Hermione to stop.
"They'll call out each other's name in ecstasy," Hermione added as Harry crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "She'll scream, 'HARRY, I'M CUMMING!' and he'll grunt as he cums inside her. Then he'll lean in close to her ear and say: 'You're the best... mum!'"
The twins fell to the grassy ground with a thud and Harry mercifully began to black out. Hermione stood over Fred and George and concluded her threat.
"If you don't let us leave, and without alerting the rest of the Order, I'll make sure you get to witness first-hand how much Harry loves his mother!"
Some time later, a throbbing pressure in his jeans woke Harry up. Apparently, 'Harry, Jr.' was still mad that he wasn't allowed to finish playing earlier, and he was still taking his anger and frustration out on his luggage, which Harry assumed, had turned from the earlier blue into a nice puce color by now. The young man groaned as he sat up in his chair. To his surprise, Harry was on the Knight Bus, but he had no recollection as to how he got there. He just remembered blacking out while Hermione was spinning a disturbing tale of blackmail and sex, disgusting sex at that. Obviously, Hermione had convinced the twins that it was in their best interest to let her and Harry leave # 4. He figured she had convinced them to help her to get him on the Bus as well.
Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione sitting next to him. The young woman had no color to her face except for a touch of sickly green around her eyes.
"I hope you appreciate what I did for you, Harry," she said. "All those horrible images have burrowed into my brain. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks now!"
The witch threw herself into Harry's arms and wept into his chest.
"It was so horrible, Harry" she cried in-between tears. "I kept seeing you... and Ginny... doing... bad... terrible things!"
"Shh; it's okay, shh," Harry cooed while gently rubbing her back. "It's never going to happen." Harry felt a tinge of guilt as his hands run across Hermione's back because he kept remembering how nice and warm her bare skin felt a few hours previously.
With a "BANG", the Knight Bus screeched to a halt directly in front of the gates to Hogwarts. Hermione leaned on Harry heavily, since her knees where still weak from her earlier ordeal, as they exited the Bus and walked up to the gates.
"The gates will be locked," stated Hermione as the Knight Bus rocketed into the distance. "We'll have to go through the Shrieking Shack."
As the two teens marched to the Shack in a roundabout way in order to avoid the villagers of Hogsmeade, Harry was taken back at how low the sun had gotten in the sky. When he had lost consciousness, it had still been late morning to early afternoon. By the position of the sun in the sky, Harry guessed that it was now nearly time for supper.
"How long was I out?" Harry asked.
"A while," replied Hermione. "I had the twins help me put you on the Knight Bus right after you blacked out. But the driver is new, and he got lost for a few hours. I swear to God I think we somehow ended up in Dijon, France for about an hour. I think we ran over a baguette seller's cart."
They remained silent as they ventured through the tunnel that led from the Shrieking Shack to the grounds of Hogwarts. Each step for Harry was nearly excruciating, /'Harry Jr.'/s' luggage cried out in pain at every footfall. When the teens finally emerged from the tunnel, the sun was about to say 'good-night' and leave them in the dark. By the time they had entered the castle, the only remains of the sun was an orange hue on the horizon.
Harry led the way to the Headmaster's office. The castle was eerily empty and quiet; Peeves didn't even seem to be around. After a few minutes, they reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the door to the Headmaster's office.
"Oh, bugger," cursed Harry. "I don't know the password!"
Hermione chewed her lip for a moment before saying: "McGonagall is the new Headmistress, but what password would she have used?"
"Dumbledore liked to use sweets," added Harry. "They were always along the lines of 'lemon drops,' 'acid pops,' 'cockroach clusters'..."
"So we just have to figure out what she likes...?" Hermione said to herself.
"'Ice mice'..." continued Harry, because he honestly didn't know what the Head of Gryffindor liked. But, he felt compelled to say something.
"What does McGonagall like?"
"'Fizzing Whizbees'..." again, Harry continued to list the code-words Dumbledore might have used.
"I don't think she likes sweets, Harry," stated Hermione.
"'Blood pops'..."
"Blast it Harry!" Hermione ordered. "Please either be quiet or...."
Hermione was about to continue her philippic toward Harry, but was interrupted when the gargoyle sprung to life and stepped to the side.
"The password is 'Blast'?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"That isn't very smart," stated Harry. "What if someone wanted to break in? They could just walk up and say 'Let's use a Blast-ing Hex to blow the gargoyle up.' And the silly thing would just open up for them like that," he continued, snapping his fingers to highlight his point.
"Actually," the stone gargoyle grumbled, his voice sounded like two stones grinding together, "the Headmistress hasn't made up a password yet. I'm allowed to open up for anyone. I just wanted to play with you for a bit."
"You cheeky little bugger!" Harry chastised the stone figure.
"Let's just go, Harry," groaned Hermione as she stomped up the stairs. Harry followed, shooting a dirty look at the gargoyle.
As they entered the office, they were greeted with a hundred different snoring sounds. But one voice did greet them.
"Hello Harry, Hermione, I was wondering when would you show up," Dumbledore's painting said with a genuine smile.
"Hello, Professor," Harry returned the greeting.
Hermione, however, was too amazed at the sights and sounds of hundreds of former Headmasters and mistresses sleeping in their frames. "Is that Armando Dippet?" she questioned to no one in particular. "And that's Dilys Derwent!"
"Harry, there are two occasions on which you can stop calling me 'Professor' and use my given name," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "One of which is if you graduate. The other is if one of us dies. And seeing that I am 'living impaired,' you may call me Albus."
"Okay, hello, Albus," Harry felt odd referring to his mentor in such an informal way. "How are you, sir?"
"Is that Roderic Hillsworth?" Hermione asked aloud once more as she continued to study the different paintings. "And that's Hamilton the III!"
"I'm dead," replied the magical painting, "and you?"
"I'm... ah... alive," was the best response that Harry could come up with.
"Wonderful, I take you're here because of the visitor you've received?"
"You know about him?"
"And that's... that's..." Hermione stammered somewhere in the back of the office. "That's James Doohan!?!"
"Of course I know about Godric visiting you," Dumbledore said with a wink. "I was the one who sent him.
"Why the hell is there a magical painting of James Doohan here?" Hermione asked from the dark corner where she was standing.
"So you sent him to tell me about the sword?" Harry asked.
"Yes, it is over there on the shelf behind you," stated Dumbledore.
"Did you know he's a perverted old coot?" Harry asked as he walked over to the shelf.
"Yes, I am terribly sorry about that, however he was the only ghost I could find," replied Dumbledore solemnly. "I discovered how perverted he was, first hand, during my sixth year as a student. The future Mrs. Dumbledore and I stole away to a broom-closet when he suddenly appeared over my shoulder making inappropriate suggestions to me. I still don't believe brooms should be used in such a way."
Harry looked at the gleaming sword that lay before him. It had been over four years since he had last held it. His hand hovered over the bejeweled handle momentarily. He felt power coming from the sword; power that he had not detected when he first wielded the sword in his second year.
"Excuse me, Professor," Hermione asked as she walked up to Dumbledore's painting. "Why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?"
"I'll only answer if you call me Albus," the painting demanded in a cheery tone.
As Harry's hand wrapped around the hilt, a wave of power ran through his body. Harry hoisted the sword up and held it triumphantly over his head.
"Fine. Albus, why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?" repeated Hermione.
"I was playing a little joke on my predecessors," Albus chuckled. "You see, Hogwarts is in Scotland, and Mr. Doohan played a character called 'Scotty.' Do you understand my sense of humor?
"No," Hermione said honestly.
The sword felt completely natural to Harry, as if it was an extension of his body. He was about the share this revelation with Hermione, when the office door swung open and a very perturbed Minerva McGonagall stomped in followed by an equally agitated Remus Lupin. Both Harry and Hermione froze like statues in their respective places.
"Damn those Weasley twins," McGonagall said rapidly through clenched teeth. She obviously had not yet seen Harry or Hermione as she continued her stomping and ranting. "How they could possibly have let Potter slip by is beyond me."
"I've already checked #12 and he isn't there," said Remus as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Tonks is checking the parks and shops around Little Whinging."
"And Molly told me he isn't at the Burrow!" supplied McGonagall.
It was at this point that Remus finally stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and took notice of the office and its occupants. He saw Hermione standing in front of Dumbledore's painting sheepishly and saw Harry off to the side standing like some sort of action hero with a sword held high. Harry waved weakly at the old werewolf.
"Where can he be?" McGonagall cried out in frustration.
"He could be standing over there," stated Remus as he pointed at the raven-haired youth.
McGonagall spent the next better part of an hour yelling at Harry and Hermione. She was considering 'tar and feather'-ing them when Albus finally spoke up.
"Don't be too harsh on them, Minerva," the painting pleaded.
"Why not?" Minerva cleverly retorted.
"It is my fault that Harry and Hermione are here," said Albus.
"What?" Minerva screeched. "You left us explicit orders that Potter wasn't to leave that house until he turned seventeen!"
"It is quite funny, actually," chuckled Albus. "You see, I forgot about the sword."
The deceased Headmaster explained to the new Headmistress about the Sword of Gryffindor, but left out any reference to the Horcruxes.
"Well, how did Harry know to come and get the sword?" Minerva asked. "You certainly couldn't have written to him."
"I sent a ghost to him."
"Oh? Which one?"
"Godric Gryffindor."
"Oh, Albus, you didn't. Not Gryffindor," stated Minerva sternly.
"I couldn't convince any of the others to do it for me." Albus defended.
"Professor, you know about Gryffindor's... er tendencies?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I've had the pleasure..." Minerva said the word like it was some contemptuous thing, "... to meet him whilst I was showering four years ago. The scoundrel had offered to towel me off, but his offer specifically excluded using a towel!
"Did he say something to trouble you, my dear?" Minerva asked Hermione upon noticing the young witch's embarrassment.
"No ma'am!" Hermione replied a little too vehemently.
"I suppose you want me to return to my Aunt's house now," Harry said in a defeated tone.
"It is now an impossibility, Potter. Your relatives have kicked you out," McGonagall informed him. "We found out you weren't in the house when your uncle started to chuck your things out your now-former bedroom window."
Remus walked up to Harry and handed him his school trunk which had been shrunk to the size of a matchbox. "Don't worry, I picked up your things," the former Marauder said.
"And seeing the late hour, you two can spend the night in your old dormitories," McGonagall said, dismissing the two teens.
Harry and Hermione stopped by the kitchen for some supper. Harry was famished; he ate almost as fast as the House-Elves were able to put food in front of him. He was stuffing his face with meat pies, kippers, white beans and toast, and other disgusting examples of English cuisine.
"Harry, something's been bothering me," said Hermione after she finished her meal. Harry turned his attention to his pretty friend while sampling some Plowman's Lunch. "Even if we do destroy the Horcruxes, you'll still have to face Voldemort."
Harry suddenly no longer felt hungry.
"I mean he is the most powerful wizard alive," Hermione continued. "We're just kids! We have to find a way to learn useful skills quickly."
"What do you suggest?" asked Harry.
"It's time for a good old fashion Library visit," Hermione finished with a happy smile.
After spending four hours reading various books on various subjects, Harry groaned as he threw another book down.
"I can't read another word," Harry declared irritably. "I think my eyes are going to melt out of my head!"
Not only were his eyes sore, but his 'bits' were still sore as well. He had tried several times to find an excuse to go off to the loo and relieve himself, but couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse to be absent for several minutes, leaving Hermione alone researching a way to keep him alive.
"Alright, let's take a break from reading," Hermione said and closed the overly large tome in front of her. "Did you find anything useful?"
"I did come across something," said Harry as he sat down and tried to inconspicuously rearrange 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. "What about using a Time Turner to arrange some extra training time?"
"Actually, I read up on some case studies of that when I used the Time Turner in our third year," Hermione explained. "It seems a number of wizards have tried this, but for some reason, after they have used the Time Turner for a period of time, they simply cease to exist!"
"They cease to exist?" That little nugget caught Harry's attention.
"Yes, it's as if the 'powers that be' lose interest and move on to different things," Hermione added, "completely abandoning the wizard who used the Time Turner."
"Well, I don't want to cease to exist!" Harry exclaimed. "How about you? Did you come up with any ideas?
"I did come across something interesting in this book," Hermione stated as she reopened the large book in front of her. "There is a way for us to travel to another dimension. Time moves differently there so for every day that passes here, a year will have occurred in the other dimension, so we could literally study seven years while only a week has passed here."
"Great! How do we get there?" Harry asked as he tried to surreptitiously adjust himself once more in vain attempt for comfort.
"Let me see..." Hermione paused as she skimmed over the pages in the book. "Oh, wait, they're a few complications."
"Like what?"
"It seems that the people in the other dimension have a bizarre quirk regarding names; we'd have to call you 'Paul' for some outlandish reason. We also have to dye you hair blonde as well as getting rid of your glasses," Hermione paused again and her face fell. "And the other MAJOR complication is that when the people return to their normal dimension, they tend to have some kind of nervous breakdown."
"What d'you mean?"
"It appears that they wake up one day and believe their experiences in the other dimension are just a dream and they forget every thing they had learned!" Hermione declared in disgust, and pushed the heavy tome off the table which landed on the floor with a thud. "I have just wasted the past four hours!"
"Damnit!" Harry shouted and stood up. He began pacing back and forth while unconsciously trying to readjust himself. Luckily, Harry had had his back toward Hermione when this happened.
"Well, we'll just have to cram, study as much as humanly possible," Hermione stated and Harry coughed. Her definition of 'humanly possible' was completely different than Harry's. Or any other human Harry had ever met. "But we're probably going to have to stay here at the castle; it does have the most extensive library in Europe, after all. I'll ask McGonagall in the morning if we can stay."
Harry continued to pace and adjust; this time right in front of Hermione.
"Harry, how close were you?" Hermione asked, noticing her friend's discomfort.
"To what?" asked Harry.
"How close were you to... um... climaxing?" Hermione added with a slight blush.
"Wha... wha... what?" Harry stuttered in shock at the directness of Hermione's question. "How what to what-what-ing?"
"Earlier today, how close were you to... well, cumming?" Hermione smiled as she felt her face heat up.
"Well... I... ah... um..." Harry sighed and forced himself to drop his embarrassment. "Let's just say one more stroke and I would've been a happy man."
"One stroke! You were that close?" Hermione asked, a bit shocked herself. "Oh, you poor thing, it must be terribly uncomfortable for you."
"Don't worry about it," said Harry waving her concern off. "I just need some 'alone-time' to take care of it."
Biting her lip, Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry. She took his hands in hers, and without saying a word, led him to the empty spot on the table when the discarded heavy tome once was.
"Sit," Hermione commanded.
"Hermione, you don't have to," Harry said as he felt the blood leave his upper brain. He then added under his breath; "That is, if you don't want to."
"Ever the gentleman, Mr. Potter," Hermione said. "Now, sit!"
Harry sat on the hard desk and felt 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir. Hermione cupped Harry's face and kissed his lips. It wasn't as frantic or desperate as their kisses were earlier in the day, but it was far more stimulating and more passionate. His lips burned as their mouths played with each other. He could taste her on his tongue, and it was intoxicating. His hand traveled up from her hip and caressed her breast through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Damn blouse! God-Damn Bra!
Hermione's hands also traveled, but they traveled south whereas Harry's had gone north. Her hands stopped to playfully tweak his nipples. Harry felt aroused, and a pang of jealousy brought on by the pinch of Hermione's fingers: 'If she can play with my nipples, why can't I play with hers? Lousy Damn blouse! Lousy God‑Damn Bra!'
It was at this moment that 'Harry, Jr.' completely woke up. He started shouting, "Hey, hey, what about me? Don't forget about me! I'm right down here!"
It was as if Hermione had heard the organ's pleas. Her hands left Harry's chest, and in a few deft moves, freed /'Harry, Jr.'/. Suddenly, as she gripped his member, Hermione stopped kissing Harry. He was about to ask her why she had stopped kissing him, when his upper brain shut down due to Hermione's next action. She knelt in front of him. The only cognitive thought in Harry's mind was, 'Eep!'
The frizzy-haired witch leaned forward and tentatively licked 'Harry, Jr.'/. He gripped the edge of the table and let out a low moan. Once again, /'Harry, Jr.' shed a tear of joy.
"I've heard Lavender and Parvati talk about this, but I've never done it," Hermione said as she gently stroked 'Harry, Jr.'. "So tell me if I'm not doing it properly."
Harry had never had this happen to him, so he had no experience in it either. But with the little experience he just received, he felt fairly confident when he asked Hermione, "There's an improper way to do it?"
"Yes, there is. I could use my teeth," she replied while smiling up at him.
"Point taken."
Hermione started to orally stimulate 'Harry, Jr.', her head bobbed up and down while her tongue twirled this way and that over his sensitive flesh. Hermione's deliciously warm mouth was beyond description. Her saliva coated his manhood as her tongue and lips traced every bump and vein on Harry's shaft. Harry's vision became blurred and his breathing labored in a short matter of time. His hands found their way into Hermione's hair as she bobbed her head up and down rhythmically on /'Harry, Jr.'/. Just when Harry couldn't conceive how the sensation could get any better, Hermione started humming a jaunty little tune. It was quite possible that Harry had started to gurgle out of pleasure.
Normally, when a man was in the situation that Harry was in, he wouldn't have cared to notice what tune the woman was humming. But it was a familiar tune that had burned into Harry's mind at an early age. It was from a film that his aunt had made him watch over and over when he was a child because the insipid Dudley liked it so. A little girl with very curly hair was the star, and the song that Hermione was humming while performing fellatio on Harry was sung by that little girl in the film. Harry couldn't remember the entire song or the title (right now he was having trouble remembering to breathe), but he did remember one bit in particular. This bit of the song played over and over in his head as Hermione continued at her task.
"On the (something)-(something) lollipop, it's a sweet trip to a candy shop. Where the bon-bons play, on the sunny beach..."
Harry tried desperately to get the asinine, childish song out of his head and concentrate on more important things. Things like Hermione going down on him! Damn Aunt Petunia for making him watch a movie with such a stupid song...
Then Harry felt the build up and shortly thereafter, the release. With a grunt and groan, Harry became a happy man, a very happy man as he shot his seed into Hermione's mouth. However, Hermione wasn't a happy woman. On the contrary, she was very unhappy. She spent the next several minutes coughing, gagging, and spitting into a waste bin. In-between various gags, coughs, and spits, she would hiss at Harry menacingly; "Next time... warn me!"
The two teens left the library and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room, only speaking once in a while. And then only talking politely about trivial and inconsequential things. After they said their 'good-nights,' Harry felt a bit guilty about Hermione's discomfort; next time he would warn her so it wouldn't happen again. Harry immediately felt hope spring up in his chest, 'Next time!' Hermione had clearly used the phrase "next time!"
To be continued! |
Title: 2nd Caught with Sister's Friends Dirty Panties
Tags: True Story, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male / Female
Content:
Genre:
True Story
Themes:
First Time, Incest,
Your story:
Caught With Sister's Best Friends Dirty Panties
I was always keen on one of sis's friends, in fact her very best friend. They did everything together. The were either shopping or gossiping about the guys they had a crush on. Sis and her friend both stood about 5'6" roughly 110 lbs each and had dark hair, beautiful skin and the nicest bodies. They were the hottest girls in the neighborhood. Anyone would expect each of them to be stuck up, self absorbed girls yet they were both really down to earth. I heard them refered to as old souls, they just had a great understanding of the world and the people in it.
Well I had the hots for sis's friend, and one weekend when she stayed over, I had the notion that I wanted to snoop around. They went shopping and I had my chance. I went in and went thru her friends bags and only found pants, shirts and clean underwear. I unfolded her bra and panties. I felt sneaky and wonderful at the same time, her clothes were soft and smelled of nice fabric softener.
I was hoping to find a vibrator or anything sexual and I found nothing. I went into the sis's bathroom and there in a pile was sleep clothes from last night and panties. I leaned over and pulled the panties out and opened them up. This was the first time I ever sniffed any girls panties. I definitly didn't want to sniff my sisters panties and I wasn't sure which ones belonged to who.
I realized before I lifted the panties all the way to smell the crotch, a very distinct scent of perfume came from the white pair, I knew for sure these were sis's friends panties. I left the other pair and snuck back to my room to jerk off and examine her panties closer. Once on my bed with my pants at my ankles, my dick was hard as steel and I thought I was gonna cum before I even touch it.
I opened her panties and was strokin my cock as I looked closely, examining the yellowish white stain where her pussy touchs the fabric. It was more than just a stain, there was something more. It appeared thick and laying on the material, not soaked in. I had know idea at that time what discharge or female cum was, I just knew I was excited, my heart was pounding, my breathing had my chest rising and falling like a jet at take off and landing and i was doing everything not to cum. The scent of her friends perfume wasn't the only smell, what ever was on the panties gave off the most wonderful smell in the world. I buried my face in her panties and the very instant my nose inhailed the smell of a girls pussy for the first time my cock exploded. It was the strongest orgasm I'd had up to the point. Cum flew all the way over my head and hit the wall.
As I was recovering there in my bed I layed there just smelling the scent of what was to be a life time of girls bodies and the glorious pleasures to come.
I heard the front door open and I jumped up pulling my pants on. I knew I was in trouble if I didn't get those panties back to my sisters bathroom. I wasn't fast enough, they were in her room before I could get there. I opened the door to my room and could hear them rustling shopping bags and paper moving around. I walked past sis's room and they were pulling stuff out and pulling tags off. As I went by, sis's friend asked, ..... hey what do ya think of this ? Holding a blouse up in front of herself. I stammered and said I like it, it's going to be beautiful on you, and then it slipped, ..... anything you wear is beautiful. I felt my face turning red. She said, ......... awh, thank you, thats soooo sweet. My sister was smiling at me seeing my expression that I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say or not, yet sis's look assured me it was.
I'm standing there with her friends panties stuffed in my pocket frantically thinking of a way to get them back in the bathroom. They were there and the bathroom was on the other side of the room. Sis asked if I would close the door because they wanted to try on what they bought.
I went downstairs and turned on the tv, I figured they would come down and I would run up and put them back in the bathroom. I heard sis's door open and they started down the stairs. I became scared as they came into view, her friend had her bags packed and was leaving. I knew I was dead if she realized (or at least would be embarrased to no end) that her panties were gone. Sis's friend was wearing the blouse, skirt and shoes she had bought. She stopped in front of me and gave herself a playful twirl and said; ... whadda ya think ? If I told her what I was really thinking she would have slapped me. I was thinking that I wanted to just crawl under her skirt and bury my nose inside her pussy.
Its strange how fast thoughts process and the right words come out even if not thinking about a question that was asked. I said; ... Robin, your absolutely gorgeous, your one one of the prettiest girls ever. She said. What ? playfully asking, ....... I'm not the prettiest ? I looked over at sis and said you both are equally beautiful, and you both will have any man you wish to have.
They both smiled, and Robin said see ya the next time. I got up and headed for the stairs and Cindy was right behind me. I couldn't get to her bathroom, I had to walk past her door. I heard her door close and I just went to my room.
I was thinking of Robin, and I pulled her panties out and started sniffing the scent of sisters best friends pussy. My dick was hard and I beat my meat for a few seconds before blowing my wad, thick streams with some chuncky stuff I never saw before. I cleaned up and drifted off to sleep.
I little later I was awakened with a knock at my door. It opened as sis was saying my name. I was still half asleep and started to sit up, I was clothed yet I hadn't tidied up. Cindy spoke and says, I hope I'm not distrubing you ? I said no, not at all, what up ?
She came to the bed and sat on the edge, ....... well Robin called and ( my heart dropped, I knew I was dead meat ),...pause... and she said she wanted me to thank you for the wonderful compliments you gave her.
I said that's it, thats all,......... I thought, ....... ah, ... I thought she was gonna say I was silly or something. We both laughed, my laugh was out of relief, a relief that Cindy had no idea of what I was relieved from. My thoughts went directly to, okay sis is out of her room and how do I get the Robins underwear back in the bathroom.
Sis rubbed my hair and went downstairs. This was my chance, I rushed across the hall and into Cindy's bathroom. I looked down and some of the clothes were gone, I noticed that the clothes Robin was wearing from the day before was gone, and the other pair of panties was gone. I thought ot myself, I guess Robin had taken Cindy's panties by mistake. What the heck I placed the panties back on the floor and went to my room.
Later that night sis asked if I had anything to wash, ......... as long as I can remember Cindy has never asked me that question. I could see she was holding some clothes in her arms and I could see the panties.
She returned from the laundry room and asked if I would help her with her computer. I said sure, be there in a second. When I entered her room and sat at her computer, she was leaning over my shoulder as I sat there. I'm certain I felt the soft flesh of her chest brush my shoulder. ... It must have been and accident. ... Then again I felt her body press into my shoulder. This time she moved around as she rubbed her soft tits into me. I was having trouble concentrating.
She asked if I can ask you something, I said what is it. ... Well I was wondering if you really think Robin and I are the prettiest girls, and are we beautiful ? I said you and Robin are the most beautiful girls I know.
Then Cindy asked, ... well between her and I which one is more beautiful ? I said Cindy I don't know how to answer that. I think I like Robin, so I'm a little biased, yet your my best friend, your my sister, and I love you, your very special to me, so its hard to answer. Your beautiful and she is beautiful. ... Does it make a difference Cindy ?....... No I guess not.
Then Cindy says I want to show you something, and I don't want you to get mad because I'm not.
Okay what is it sis ?
She clicked on her cam files and there I was not an hour ago walking in her room with Robins panties in my hand, going into the bathroom and coming out and leaving her room.
I immedialty said, look Cindy please don't tell Robin, I am so sorry Its just that I have this crush on her and when you both left this morning I couldn't help myself, I am so ashamed.
Cindy spoke, ..... well when Robin packed her things and left I retruned to my room. I went into my bathroom to use the toilet. I noticed my panties were gone, and Robin must have mistakingly taken them home. Yet after I thought about it she wouldn't have made that mistake. I was wondering if you had been in my room when we were shopping. I decided to turn on my webcam and then I went to your room to talk about Robin's call, ....... she really did call and say that though. I went downstairs and was looking up the stair case and saw a shadow in the hall and top of your head turning into my room.
When I got back to my room I played the cam back and there you are. I went into my bathroom and there were my panties back on the floor, thats when I decided to go to your room and had my panties hanging where you could see them and to see the look on your face. I saw your eyes look right at them.
Cindy then says, I really am not too upset, yet thats my room, how would you like it if I was digging in your stuff, not to mention friends stuff ?
Sis, I'm so sorry, I thought they were Robins, I had no idea they were yours, like that would make a real difference. I'm such a pervert, I am so sorry, I really thought they were Robins, they had the smell of her perfume when I picked them up.
Bro, well all I can say is, you picked mine, Robin and I decided to swap pefumes the last night before we went walk the neighborhood.
I sat there with a deer in the head lights stare, ... I, ah,...I ah, don't know what else to say Cindy, I really am ashamed and this will never happen again, I promise.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and look me in the eyes and said it better not, then ( in a loving playful voice) now get out of my room.
The next few days sis smiled at me more and touched me when ever we were close to each other, we were in the kitchen and she stood right next to me, leaning on me. I was watching tv and she sat on the couch right next to me. I tried not to think about the fact that I had smelled her panties, I mean I knew what she smelled like down there. I was having a time not letting her see my erection thru my pants. Cindy really " is " very pretty, yet I was was having thoughts about her that were supposed to be about her friend.
The next week end Robin came and spent the weekend, I made certain not to go in sis's room. As much as I wanted to, I didn't.
When Robin left on Sunday, sis came to my room and asked if she could come in. She entered and sat on my bed and I was on my computer. Sis said I'm proud of you ! ... I said what ?? She said, I had my cam on all weekend and you didn't go in my room once, and I'm proud of you. ........ I turned to her and said, ...... there was no way in hell that I was going in there after last week, lol. We both smiled and she had the funny grin on her face. ....... I said, What ? She just smiled, then says, well I've got a present for your good behavior. She pulled her hand from behind her back and was holding a pair of black underwear. ... There was a silence as she smiled,... these are Robin's from yesturday when we went to the skate rink. I just want them back so I can return them, if she miss's them I'll just say she left them in my room.
I didn't know what to say, I was just sitting there and she extended her arm towards me and reached around and said I'll just leave them here and she got up and walked out. I was thinking I have the coolest sister in the world. I quickly pressed them to my face, there was that smell, that wonderful scent. My heart was pounding, my dick was ripping my pants at the zipper wanting out. I sat there at in my computer chair and smelled Robins pussy and masturbated for only a ninute or two and shot jets of cum straight up into the air. I jerked off with those panties till the next weekend. Sis said she was going to Robins for the weekend and she needed Robins panties back. I gave them to her, yet didn't want to, she smiled and said I hope you enjoyed them. I smirked back and said, ... yes, ........ I did,... alot ! Cindy just laughed and smiled, I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Before Cindy left she came to my room and said, ......... I'll see if I can maybe get another pair for you, I can't promise, yet I'll try.
Gosh Cindy, why are you doing this ? ... Well lets just say that I am enjoying providing you with something that gives you a little happiness. I mean its not a secret as to what your doing with them, well I guess you could be doing any number of different things, lol, yet Its easy to guess.
Cindy, I don't know how to thank you.
She said, you don't have to, I want to do this for you.
Bro, don't you think girls fantasize and,... you know, ... do it to ? We all need a little stimulation sometimes.
She was lightly laughing as she walked out. Sure enough when she got home Sunday night, she came straight to my room with her night bag, opened it up and pulled out two pair of panties, tossed them on the bed and said enjoy and left.
The next week was brutal, I could wait to get home everyday. I ran straight upstairs to my room and used Robins panties to get off.
On thursday evening sis knocked on my door and came in. I said whats up sis ? She looked at me and said, whats up with you bro ? Enjoying the gifts ? I said yes, I've been in my room everyday enjoying them, smileing at her as I spoke.
She sthen said, well I've thought of a way you can repay me if you want to. I said what can I do? Well remeber when I said we all need some stimulation ? ......... I said yeah. ...... Well what would you think bro, if I asked you to use your cam and let me watch you doing it with her panties ??? ... I looked at he and asked are you serious ? Thoughts were flying a zillion miles per hour in my head as I waited for her answer.
Yeah, I think I would like to watch ! ... I said well you can watch me right now sis.
Cindy then says she would feel more comfortable in her room from our computers.
I thought for a second and said yes, I can do that for you, just don't expect me to last very long, the thought of smelling Robins panties and you watching from your computer will make me cum pretty fast, matter of fact I am so excited right now I could cum in my pants. I am feeling all kinds of emotions right now, I'm not certain what they are.
Well bro, I'm feeling kinda funny that I asked you, yet we can't get what we need if we don't ask, right ? Okay, well how about 10 pm I'll knock and tell you I'm loggin on to my IM and I'll be across the hall waiting. ... Look if you want to back out bro its okay, I know it might be more than you can do, even if you think you want to. Who knows I might even turn off the screen after I start watching, so I'll see you later tonight.
The knock came and we connected on IM, she didn't activate her cam though. She typed in, are you gonna go thru with it ?
I pushed my computer chair away from the desk and I was undressed from the waist down, my erection was standing straight up as I removed my top. The IM said OMG, its huge ! I quickly IM'd her, look I can't type and do this at the same time, cab we go to speaker ? The next thing I hear Cindy's voice, ... Oh my god bro you have a really big dick, touch it for me.
I did and I picked up Robins panties and rubbed my dick with them, ....... Cindy spoke, ...... I want to know if you ever smell them ? ... Yeah, I smell them, thats the best part. I tilted the cam a little upward. Can you see my face and me touching myself at the same time ?
Yes I can, are you goning to smell them ?
I said, Cindy, ........as soon as I smell them I gonna cum, so watch close. ..... She said okay. I raised them to my face as I beat off, and the smell sent me into my orgasm, spurting strings of cum flying all over my chest and chin. I was panting like a dog,... and then I heard her, Cindy's voice was quivering and I heard oh god, oh god, oh god, then I heard her purring, cooing, and the sounds of her in deep pleasure, she just kept saying shit, shit, shit, that was fucking awsome, shhhhhhiiiiiiiit. She exhailed very deeply a few times.
She then asked, I want you to look at the screen. She wrote I love you ! I love You ! Ilove You ! Then she wrote this is for you. ... her cam came on briefly, and it was facing her very wet crotch, I was seeing my sisters pussy for the first time, she was slowly carressing herself thru her pubic hair, then the screen wnet blank.
Then she wrote, good night bro, see you in the morning. We went down the next moring and she was smiling at me, and I at her.
Friday came and she was agian going to stay at Robins, she asked for the panties back, and said I'm sorry I have to bring them back.
Sunday night came and she wnet to her room and didn't come out. I knocked at her door and she just said to go to instant messenger. I did. She was on her cam and said she, I need to tell you something.
I said okay what is it, did Robin figure it out, or did you tell her ? ....... No I did tell her, she doesn't know anything... I said, well what is it ? ... Cindy then held up both pair of Robins panties. I asked, her why didn't you put them back ? Robin will figure this out sis !
I was dumbfounded waiting for her to say something, ... sis ???
Cindy spoke, ... they're not Robins panties... silence. Their mine.
I was trying to wrapp my mind around what she just said. What do you mean their yours ? Cindy, why would you do that ?
Bro, I don't know, I guess I was just, I was, ........ well I was turned on that you used mine bt accident the first time. After I found out you used mine that weekend, I couldn't get the thought out of my head, everyday I masturbated in the mornings when I woke up and at night thinking of you doingf that across the hall. I figured it would be easier and safer to just lets you use my panties instead of Robins.
Are you mad at me ? ... pause ... No, Im just confused, I mean I was fantasizing about Robins pussy and the smell of her body and you even watched me getting off sniffing your panties, I'm just confused.
I saw her get up on the cam and walk to her door, the next thing she's opening mine. .... Can I come in ? I said yeah, come in.
I turned in my chair as she sat on the egde of my bed, she looke up thru her bangs and she said, ... if you still want me to give you them, I will.
I looked at her closely and said, yeah I guess it couldn't hurt could it ? She smiled and said I was hoping you would say that. She stood up and slid her cotton pajamas down to her ankles and kicked them to the side, there she was in her long t-shirt, her legs extending from underneath. My blood was rushing thru my body, heart beating rapidly. She was less than two feet from me then lifts her shirt just above her panties and starts to pull them down. I briefly saw the top of her pubic hair as her shirt dropped following her hands down her legs as she slid her panties off and handed them towards me.
I could see Cindy was breathing very hard also, her chest was rising and falling, her breasts were very large and the tips of her nipples were protruding thru her shirt. She was smiling and said aren't you going to take them ?
She said, I want to see you smell them, I want you to smell my pussy.
I pressed them to my face and Cindy lifted her shirt and place her hand on her pussy, I could see her fingers run thru her hair and into the folds of her body. I cam at that very second in my pants, I hadn't even touched my self, I was breathing, and saying oh god just as she has nights before. She stood there and continued rubbing herself faster and came seconds after me. We were both panting and trying to enjoy what just happened. She laid back on my bed and I stood up to get my wet drawers and pants off. She lay there with her eyes closed and I mine were wide open staring straight at her pussy, ..... the pussy I had been smelling for the last weeks thinking it was Robins scent, such a wonderful scent, yet it was my own sister.
As my pants came off and I was walking to my dresser for some clean underwear my cock was hard as steel bouncing up and down as I walked. I was putting one leg in the underwear and Cindy, says in a soft voice, ......... don't, ........ don't do that. I looked at her and she at me with the same lustful eyes.
Cindy then shifts upwards on my bed and opens here legs wide, ......... come on the bed with me. As I'm walking to her, she pulls her shirt off and extends her arms as I climbed up. I instinctivly placed my hand between her legs and touched her pussy for the first time. The first time I touched any pussy. It was so warm, the texture was slippery and my fingers easily parted her outer lips. She pulled me down and she pressed her lips to mine. We kissed for the first time, the untimate taboo, I realized I was in love with my sister, we kissed and I fingered her for quite sometime, she was stroking my hard cock and pre cum was slick all over the shaft. We were both devouring each other, each in sexual bliss. We both were at a point of orgasm and we each came, me with my fingers inside her pussy and her beating me off. My cum was all over both of us as out bodies wreathed in the heat of the moment. She pulled away and layed on her back as well as myself. We laid there, both in extreme pleasure that neither us had ever actually felt before.
She then did something, ... Cindy passed her hand thru my cum and brought it to her nose, ... she hesitated, ......... then she smelled it. She took deep breaths humming as she did, then she opened her mouth and tasted it, sucking her fingers. She passed her other hand thru the cum and sucked those fingers right in front of me.
I looke at her and she just smiled and said, ... what, ... you smelled mine ! I said well I hadn't tasted hers though!
She scoots closer to me and whispers in my ear, ... I wouldn't mind if you wanted to. I said softly, ...... if you really would mind I think I would like too ? She says I won't.
I got on my knees and shift around to where her pussy was, I looked at her and said, ..... are you sure ? ... Yes, I'm sure, I want you to do it. I got close and could smell her pussy. It was far stronger than her panties. It was musky, yet very, very pleasant. Her hand reached around the back of my head and gently pulled my face into her pussy. She was warm and very wet. I back away and said, Cindy I don't know what to do, she said just lick me, I don't know what your supposed to do either, jsut lick me, put your tongue in me. With that she buried my face in her pussy and started to hump my face. I licked and slurped her wet juices as much as I could. She tasted great, salty, yet sweet, soft, silky wetness. It seems like she had a faucet inside her, because she was drowning me with her juices. She was tugging on my dick the entire time and I started moaning as I licked her hairy pussy. She started to rock really fast and I felt my cum rushing upwards from my balls, she put my dick in her mouth as I errupted partially on her kneck and face before she got it totally in her mouth. She was coming also as my tongue slid feverishly thu her hair and inside her cunt.
We each recovered and sat up, she kissed me, and I her, we each were holding and carressing each others face as we kissed. I looked at her and told her, ..... Ilove you too, she smile and we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up around 5 am and realized she better get back to her room. I woke her up and she kissed me on the cheek and left the room.
Needless to say this was a turning point in our relationship as brother and sisters. |
Title: 2nd honeymoon
Tags: Fiction, Male/Female, Threesome
Content:
Guido and Kallie (means very beautiful) were packing for their vacation starting tomorrow when Kallie realized her swimsuit was old and out dated. With this being their second honey moon she wanted things to be perfect, so Guido urged her to going shopping. He knew she was a little self-conscious and wanted her to find a swimsuit that she would feel comfortable and would relax with since she was not tall in stature being only 4’8’’he knew that on vacation they would not find anything that would fit her without modifications. Kallie was small but she was beautiful like her name states, her ample breasts were 34DD and were not as firm as they once were but still very nicely shaped her hair was graying but whose wasn’t after all they were 50+ years old. Guido still found Kallie very beautiful and sexy, Kallie did things that Guido never wanted anyone else to do, or even thought of wanting anyone else to do.
While Kallie was gone Guido finished packing except for Kallie’s new items, then he sat down with a beer to watch the game.
When Kallie returned she went directly to the bed room and packed the items she had purchased humming softly the whole time. Guido asked “so are you going to show me or what” she giggled and said “he will have to wait until vacation”.
The next morning bright and early they were getting on their plane for Tahiti. Sitting next to each other they were like teenagers holding hand and kissing each other. They were talking about all the things they would like to do while on vacation and did not notice that they were the only ones on this part of the plane. After the Fasten seatbelt light went off Kallie requested a blanket saying she wanted to get some sleep since it had been a short night with all the excitement, She covered up and rested her head on Guido’s lap. About half way through the fight Guido woke from a nap to someone massaging his balls licking his shaft, he looked down to see Kallie with her head still on his lap with a sly smile on her face. She whispered this is payback for torturing her the last 20 years of their relationship being brought so close to orgasm then stopping then doing it all over again. This went on for better part of an hour she would have him so close then stop or even worse the Flight Attendant would be approaching and Kallie would stop and cover Guido’s Cock. Finally Kallie ceased Licking on Guido’s shaft as the Captain announced their approach to Tahiti Airport.
Guido had planned the Resort end of the vacation so the Bungalow was a surprise to Kallie, it was a Cabin not on the beach but in the Bay they had to reach it by boat, it was a cabin on stilts. At low tide the water was 10 feet from the bungalow but the water was still deep enough to dive off the deck and into the water without getting hurt. Kallie was in awe as they checked out the cabin; no matter what room they were in they had an ocean view. Kallie was in tears at the beauty and the extent that Guido had gone to make their vacation perfect. Guido had stepped out on the deck while Kallie finished checking out the rest of the cabin, He turned around as Kallie joined him on the deck to find her with a big smile on her face and tears on her cheeks, all she could say was it is so beautiful and I Love you. She approached him kissing him and urging him to the lounge chair on the deck. She pulled his shirt off kissing her way down his chest where she nibbled and licked his nipples while she worked him out of his shorts. She then continued down his stomach and started sucking and licking on his cock again. As she sucked on his cock Guido removed Kallie’s blouse exposing her body to the warm air, she moaned as Guido massaged her breasts. Guido worked her shorts off while she was sucking his cock, suddenly she stopped and stood saying “surprise” there before Guido was his conservative wife wearing a teal colored bikini panties, and in the 20 years they had been together she would wear only a high brief and nothing else. Kallie turned 360 degrees to give Guido a full view of her beautiful body with the panties. Guido reached for Kallie pulling her back on top of him, kissing Kallie he could still his cock on her lips as he slid his hand down her body to her to her pussy he found her extremely wet, she giggled and whispered that she had been like that since that morning when she was dressing in the apartment. Kallie Kissed Guido as she reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside to allow his cock to enter her pussy, as it did she bit down on her lip gasping for breath. Both moaned as she slowly lowered herself to the base of his cock. Her eyes closed tightly as she rocked forward so his cock slid almost all the way out, and her savoring the feeling of his cock re-entering her again. The rhythm started real slow with each movement shooting shockwaves through both of their bodies. As Kallie rocked back and forth she would bite her lip to keep from screaming, Guido could feel Kallie’s juices flowing down the shaft of his cock and onto his balls. As the two neared orgasm, their tempo increased, Guido was massaging Kallie’s breast with one hand and with the other hand was inserting a finger into her tight rectum, in a low growl Kallie cried “I’m coming”, all Guido could say was “me too”. Kallie’s eyes rolled back in her head as her first wave hit with a loud moan, Guido Grabbed Kallie’s hips and arched his back as he came, Kallie riding his orgasm like riding a bucking horse. Kallie’s second wave hit she grabbed her breasts pinching and squeezing her nipples. They collapsed in each other’s arms on the lounge chair giggling, realizing they had never had romantic interlude in an open area like this before, with them living in a large city made them look around checking if they were being watched. They lay in each other’s arms lightly dozing for the afternoon.
As evening approached they showered and prepared themselves for an evening out. Guido sat on the deck watching the waves approaching and enjoying the view of the bay; Kallie finished dressing and joined him on the deck. Guido did a double take as she approached she was wearing a blue mid-thigh skirt on and a white satin almost see through blouse, she was gorgeous. “If I wasn’t so hungry I would stay here and eat you, I kind of feel a little under dressed wearing a Polo shirt and Shorts” Guido said, she giggled and said “this old thing”.
They walked arm and arm up the beach talking about things they wanted to do to each other when they return to the bungalow enjoying the warm air. She said “that if we keep this up I will not have a dry pair of panties this whole trip.” They entered the Restaurant and were seated quickly in a nice corner overlooking the beach. They were enjoying the view of the sunset as they ate their dinner, music from live musicians lightly wafted through the restaurant as we ate and visited. As they sat and chatted Guido felt Kallie’s foot massage his groin under the table, he cautioned her that she may get caught; she giggled and stated that she was more than 1000 miles away from anyone who would know her and didn’t care anyway. Guido was surprised since his wife was very conservative and very seldom let her prim and proper side down, especially in public; Guido decided to see how far she would go with this new persona. They paid and left Kallie thought they were going back to the bungalow for a repeat of earlier in the day, Guido had other plans. They followed the sounds of music through town until they found they style of music they both enjoyed, entered the establishment and located a table where they could enjoy watching the dancers with the music being a mix of the 70’s and 80’s the dancers were really getting into the music. Guido and Kallie were enjoying a glass of wine watching the dancers and visiting when a young couple came up asking us to dance, they agreed to a dance. The music started, a slow tune the young man that was dancing with Kallie was really getting into the slow dance holding Kallie tight, the young lady dancing with Guido was watching with a smile as was he, her man dance with a complete stranger. As they returned to their table, the young couple said their names were Jacquie and Cheri, both live in town. Guido and Kallie introduced themselves thanked the young couple for the dance and invited them to join them for a drink. They declined saying they wanted to get to another club before closing time but would enjoy our company again to go club hopping if they were interested, they said it sounded like fun and would see them again. After they left Kallie excused herself and went to the restroom, upon her return she handed a piece of fabric to Guido, he opened it to find it was Kallie’s panties, she whispered in his ear to smell them, as he inhaled he was able to see the crotch of the panties were completely wet, the aroma was intoxicating. It then hit him that she was now completely naked under her skirt he reached down and slid his hand up her skirt until he reached her pussy. He looked into her eyes as he inserted his finger into her soaking wet pussy, she bit her lip to keep from moaning, he then inserted a second finger filling them with her juices, he pulled them out inserting them into his mouth sucking the juices from them. She suggested with a smile that we leave and find a secluded place to take care of this issue.
Guido thought they would be heading back to the bungalow but now it was Kallie’s turn to surprise him, as they walked past a parking lot Kallie urged him into the back corner of the lot near a dark sedan, she leaned him back against the car as she unzipped his pants and dropping to her knees she started sucking on his cock licking it from the balls to the tip, he inhales sharply. He urges her to spin around and hoists her skirt and lowers her pussy onto Guido’s face. He starts to lick her clit; a moan escapes around his cock as she has his shaft in her mouth at the back of her throat. Guido lightly kisses her pussy and licks her clit; he then slowly inserts his thumb into her pussy while continuing to lick her clit. Her butt is moving to the stimulation faster and faster, Guido is getting more turned on at how that 1000 mile comment was turning his wife into a vixen. Guido was on verge of coming and told Kallie so, she said I know, I want you to come in my mouth that comment pushed Guido over the edge, as he started to come so did Kallie. She swallowed what she could and the rest settled on Guido’s groin.
Guido and Kallie left the parking lot arm in arm giggling; they walked around the town enjoying the sights, smells and sounds. They talked to local people asking about good things to do, and sights to see, after several suggestions they walked to a small ice cream shop where they shared a sundae like when they were dating.
DAY 2
Guido and Kallie awoke to a beautiful sunrise, and a calm day. Guido asked Kallie what she would like to do first, since they had received so many ideas for the local town’s people. She said she wanted to check out the nearby island where infamous pirate once called home. According to the locals it is a Private Island but no one lives there, it is used more for studies by the University.
Guido made arrangements to rent a boat for the day, while Kallie picked up supplies for the day trip to the Island. They arrived at the Marina to find their boat was a smaller 45 foot catamaran sailboat. Guido was giddy since it had been years ago when he sailed his parents boat along the gulf. They boarded, stowed their gear, and got under way for their adventure of the day.
Kallie asked Guido if he minded if she got some sun, while they were away from shore, he said, “go ahead” not totally understanding what she had asked. Kallie stood and started removing her t-shirt and shorts, leaving a small string bikini that he was sure he had never seen before, since it covered very little of her body. Guido could only whistle at her beauty. She handed Guido the lotion and asked him to rub it on her body since she did not want to burn. Kallie removed her bikini so she did not end up with lotion on them. Guido started to massage her back with the lotion.
As Guido worked the lotion on Kallie’s body he started to notice that her breath was getting shorter and she was letting out little moans. Guido continued to massage her back and butt, working down to her feet where he gently kissed the bottom of her foot and licked and sucked on her toes. As he worked his way back up her legs to her butt he made a trail of kisses up her leg to her butt then down the other leg to her foot, where he kissed, licked and sucked her foot and toes causing her moan again. He then worked his way up her body until he was straddling Kallie’s hips. As he would reach up to massage her shoulders, his now hard cock pushed against her butt cause her to moan louder, and buck her hips against his groin?
Guido stood as Kallie rolled onto her back where he continued to massage the lotion onto the front of her body. Several times Kallie reached for Guido’s crotch, he smiled and told her she would have to wait. Guido worked his way down her body and out to her hand where he kissed the palms of her hands and each finger. Guido kissed his way back to her breasts sucking and blowing gently causing the nipple to harden even more then he thought possible. Guido continued his kisses down her stomach, pausing to tongue her naval then to the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair where he slowly kissed and licked his way down to her clit. His tongue darted and flicked her clit causing her to moan and bite her lip. He urged her legs higher in the air exposing her nicely shaped ass. He lowered his tongue to her rosebud and lick around her butt watching that every time his tongue neared her rectum it would quiver. He slowly inserted his thumb into her vagina and massaged her clit with his index finger he then inserted his tongue into her rectum causing her to shudder and spasm with her first orgasm. He then proceeded in one single motion to slide his tongue out of her rectum across her vagina and up to her clit causing her to scream and spasm again as another orgasm rocked her body. Kallie then turned around taking Guido’s cock into her mouth saying it was now his turn. She licked the shaft from the base to the tip causing a low growl to escape past his lips as Kallie has done in the past she worked the shaft between her lips while flicking her tongue each time she reached the tip. Guido wrapped his fingers in her hair trying to hold her from torturing his engorged penis. He approached orgasm when Kallie again shifted her body allowing her vagina access to his penis, she got a devious smile on her face as she plunged her soaking wet vagina onto his penis and as she did she squealed with pleasure as she reached full penetration, she paused enjoying the feelings that were shooting like lightening through her body. She withdrew his cock from her pussy and repeated impaling herself onto his cock again, this time rocking on his cock as her juices ran like a river, her eyes were closed tightly and her lip was quivering the whole time while she was mutter profanity, something that Guido very seldom heard from his wife, about wanting Guido to “fuck her hard”, “take her from behind like an animal”, Guido obeyed, quickly rolling Kallie off his cock and positioned her butt high in the air, Guido stood behind her admiring the body that lay before him when Kallie shouted “fuck me, fuck me please” “don’t tease me”, ”don’t make me beg” Guido then rubbed the head of his cock against her vagina lubricating the tip with her juices. Then he inserted the tip, removing it and rubbing it again on her vagina, she inhaled sharply as he inserted his cock the second time and applied steady pressure as his cock entered her hot vagina to the base of his cock. With a slow rhythm Guido began fucking his wife, Kallie began moaning and what started out as a whisper and increased with each stroke telling Guido to go faster and harder. With that insistence Guido began speeding up with each stroke, Kallie was moaning and rocking to meet each of his thrusts with fervor of an animal in heat, she squealed as he clinched her hips as they both came. They collapsed on the deck exhausted. Guido and Kallie lay on the deck basking in their post sexual glow and warmth from the tropical sun.
They arrived at the Island about mid-morning, Guido sailed the Circumference of the Island trying to locate the bay the locals told them about. They located an inlet on the southeast side of the Island. Guido guided the boat into the narrow opening finding that after a short distance the inlet opened up into a lagoon large enough to allow their boat plenty of room so as not to be grounded on the beach. The beach was white sand surrounded by palm trees and jungle on 2 sides and a small cliff on the third. A small water fall cascaded down the face of the cliff and into the bay. Guido anchored the boat near the sandy beach, and lowered the small dinghy. Kallie packed a light lunch and some hiking gear and lowered herself into the smaller boat for the ride to shore.
Upon their arrival on shore Guido and Kallie stood admiring the majestic view of the bay area. Kallie wanted to explore the water fall, so following a small trail into the Jungle they walked arm in arm, listening to the sounds of the jungle. As they were walking they were discussing their future together and how they were looking forward to spending more time together, when they retired in 10 years. Kallie began to notice how the terrain was starting flatten as if at one time it had been a field, on the edge of this there were remnants of several small buildings more foundations than walls, it appeared to be 4 separate living quarters and a barn or storage shed. They began exploring the buildings finding old copper cups and plates and broken bottles, fun to find but not much value. They were about to continue on their walk when Kallie noticed a shiny object partially buried in the corner of one of the buildings, retrieving it she gasped, noticing the object being a gold chain attached to a small gold cross with a jewel in the center, both appeared to be very old. Kallie placed the necklace in her backpack securing it in a side pocket.
They continued walking towards the water fall, discussing the necklace and all the possibilities, where and how the necklace got there and who might of lost it. They both stared at each other when they came up with the possibility of it being part of the pirate loot from years ago; both were laughing but knew they would be turning it over to the authorities when they got back to the main island.
The water fall was deceiving from when they first seen it. From the bay it looked like the waterfall emptied into the bay, it did not. As they approached, they were able to see how it emptied into a deep blue pool at the base of the cliff, and from there exited the pool through an underground river. The water was clear from their advantage. The mist from the falls were creating rainbows in the sunlight, the air sparkled with droplets of water. Kallie was awestruck at the beauty of the falls she turned and kissed Guido with tears rolling down her cheeks. Guido wiped her tears away asking “what’s wrong”. She said, “Everything is so perfect” and kissed him again. They walked down to the edge of the pool, kicking their shoes off and wading into the pool.
With the warmth of the water it took them no time at all to strip down and dive in. They swam for a while dunking each other, playing and splashing water, they then moved up on the shore and lay on a blanket, absorbing the suns warm rays and holding each other.
As the sun rose into the sky, Guido and Kallie lay on the beach watching the clouds float by with each of them taking a personality or shape of their own. Kallie turned on her side looking at Guido and with a sly smile on her face she asked “do we need to be back at the marina today?”, “If not let’s stay here on the island tonight.” Guido said “I will check on it with the marina and see what we have for provisions, and be back in a little bit.” Guido returned to the boat leaving Kallie lying on the beach at the pool.
The warm sun felt good against Kallie’s naked body, warming her all over. She lay there thinking about the last 2 days and how good she felt inside about her appearance and the way Guido made her feel every time he would look at her it would melt her from head to toe. She started thinking about how Guido would touch her body and the way his fingers would probe every opening of her body making it do things that she herself was unable to get the same feelings. The way his tongue would flick at her clit, causing her dance across whatever surface he just happens to be using at the time. The more Kallie thought about how he made her feel the more she wanted him right now. Kallie in an attempt to imitate his actions began to slowly massage her breasts and nipples gently pinching them, she slid one hand across her stomach pausing to circle her navel with her fingertip, all the while thinking about what Guido would be doing right now with his fingers as her hand approached her mound. She arched her back as she slid her finger up and down her clit, each time touching her soaking vagina and wetting the tip of her finger with her own juices. She let out a soft moan as her finger entered her vagina for the first time in a while, since Guido has taken care of her so well. With her other hand she moved it down and began inserting 2 fingers in to her Vagina, while her other hand massaged her clit the faster she massaged her clit the faster her fingers moved in and out of her vagina, the louder she moaned until her body went rigid with an orgasm. As she lay there slowly massaging her clit in the afterglow of her orgasm, she heard Guido say “looks like I missed something good” all Kallie could say with a smile is “sorry couldn’t wait any longer”. Guido liked it when Kallie entertained herself he liked to watch her as she approached orgasm. He thought that any woman in the throes of ecstasy was a beautiful site and should be enjoyed whenever possible, even though Guido found intense pleasure in being the reason for that ecstasy be by his hands, tongue or his cock.
Guido was excited and told Kallie that it was ok with the marina to keep the boat overnight and he found that while it would be fun to camp on the beach that sleeping on the deck of the catamaran would probably be the safest since he was not sure what kind of critters were around after dark.
Guido and Kallie decided to explore the island more starting with the waterfall after all it has been twice today that Kallie has been “wet” and she just wanted to freshen up. Guido Joined Kallie in the waterfall approaching from behind, wrapping his arms around her, and holding her tight to his chest, Kallie turned her head and kissed him and jokingly said “we won’t get any exploring done if you keep that up” meaning his cock pressing against her buttocks. They both laughed causing an eerie echo from the far end of the waterfall. Guido wiped the water from his face as he exited the rear of the waterfall, to find a small cave with the word Bedeau carved to one side of the entrance. Guido shouted to Kallie over his shoulder “Dear what was the name of the pirate that lived on this Island?” “baboon, babo or something like that” was her reply. “you may want to see this” Guido shouted. She came and peaked around Guido at the carving and the entrance. All she could say is “should we?”
They dressed quickly and grabbed the backpacks , entering the cave was a little claustrophobic for Kallie but she did a lot better when it opened up into a larger cavern, and off this cavern were 2 other entrances one to the right and one to the left. The one to the left appeared to go up; Guido thought with the angle it may lead to the top of the waterfall, Kallie was checking out the tunnel to the right when she found in small letters c.b. She shouted “over here”. They started following the tunnel on the right for about 50 feet when they found the remains of a skeleton laying in a small opening off the main tunnel. The skull had a single hole in the temple area and a gun in the bones of the left hand. “He must of committed suicide” commented Guido. They proceeded down the main tunnel and around a corner to find a second skeleton lying on what appeared to be the remains of a bed. This skeleton appeared to have been wearing a dress, “Do you think the woman died and in his grief he shot himself” asked Kallie. “Sounds like true love to me” commented Guido. Guido then notice in the corner of the room was a trunk, he opened it to find some clothing and an old painting of a sailing man and a woman standing arm in arm. In the lower right corner was a book Kallie opened it and began reading the journal of a young woman in love, her name was Cheryl Bedeau, and her husband was Captain Bedeau. As Kallie read the journal tears ran freely down her face, it was a story of mutiny, murder and the love of her husband, and how they were left there to die by their crew because the Captain would not reveal the location of the treasure. Kallie closed the book and placed it in her backpack.
Guido and Kallie returned to the main tunnel and followed the tunnel leading to the left. As Guido had suspected the tunnel wound around climbing all the while until they came out on top of the cliff between 2 large rocks. The breath taking view was overlooking the lagoon where their boat was anchored. They sat holding each other on a small rock admiring the view breathing the clean air. As it was approaching evening Guido suggested that they return to their boat since they had a long way to walk and Dinner to prepare.
After a dip in the Lagoon to wash away the Perspiration of the days excitement and dinner, Guido and Kallie lay on the Catamaran deck starring at the clear evening sky, drinking a glass of wine they watched the sun set on the horizon and just lay there holding each other, as the final rays of the sun disappeared below the horizon. The night critters started harmonizing filling the air with nature’s sounds music.
Guido Kissed Kallie, She giggled and asked “would you work my feet”, “they hurt from all the walking we did today.” She spun around on the blanket placing her feet in his lap. He said “Nope, turn over I will work your body”. She did as she was directed removing her oversized t-shirt as she did, she wore nothing underneath. He started massaging from the top down working out all the kinks from her shoulders, down along her spine, massaging the hips, he could tell that she was tight and sore from the days excitement. He continued down her right leg to her foot, massaging the arch, the toes, then he kissed and licked the toes, and foot working back to the hips, across the butt and down the left side again massaging the arch, toes and then kissing his way back to her butt again. Kallie was starting to get into his expertise touching and was starting to feel herself get wetter and wetter. Guido was sensing Kallie’s arousal, his finger slowly traced the outline of her butt, following the crack of her ass down across her rectum, moving the digit across her vagina and stopping at her clit, where he slowly started massaging it in slow circles she stretched her arms above her head arching her back as she raised her butt into the air. Guido continued to massage her clit causing her to start moaning and bucking against his fingers, her juices ran down his fingers. He then switched hands removing the one in her pussy and slowly and gently inserted the lubricated digits into her butt he then took his idle hand and again inserted 2 digits into her waiting pussy. This motion was enough drive her wild and she started to come bucking wildly against his hands. Guido started to rub his cock against her pussy lubing the tip up when Kallie pulled away saying no, here tonight pointing to her rectum, Guido said ok but let me know if it is uncomfortable or if you want me to stop, he ease the head of his cock past the outer ring stopping to allow Kallie to relax and allow for the intrusion of his cock. She slowly pushed against his cock taking it a little at a time, when he was fully inside her they stopped, waiting for her anal canal to adjust to the new experience. Kallie started rocking slowly at first short strokes and longer and longer with each one, she was so tight and it felt very good to Guido. As Guido fucked Kallie’s ass, she reached between her legs and started massaging her clit causing her to moan and have another orgasm, which tripped Guido’s buttons and he came at the same time. They lay there on their sides his cock still inside her admiring the night sky and enjoying the closeness of each other bodies.
Day3
They got underway early and arrived back at the marina by mid-morning. They checked with the Harbor master where they would be able to find the local constable office, he told them 3 blocks down and 2 blocks to the right can’t miss it. They thanked them and were on their way, and as the harbor master said couldn’t miss it. The building was in the center of town and fit in with the surrounding buildings, it had a large emblem on the sign out front designating it as the constable’s office.
They entered and immediately recognized the only officer in the room, from their first night on the island and he recognized them also, approached with a big smile and shook their hands. They excitedly told their story of finding the skeletons, jewelry and journal on the Island. Jacque stopped them and said that he was going to have someone join the conversation since he thought that it would be a historical find. Jacque made a phone call from his office and retrieved cups of coffee and handed one Kallie and one to Guido.
While they waited for the expert to arrive they were asking Jacque why he didn’t tell them that he was the local Constable in charge when they met the other night, he smiled and said “that when he does identify himself people tend to shy away from him and all he was there to do was have fun”. Just then the door flew open and in walks Cheri all excited, Jacque said “Calm down” pointing to them “do you remember Guido and Kallie”? She paused a second looking at them and then the recognition sunk in and she produced a big smile shaking their hands. Jacque then reintroduced Guido and Kallie to Professor Cheri Blount, Professor of Archeology, and History, and Jacque’s Fiancé.
Guido and Kallie started telling their story of what they found and where they found it, as they were telling the story Cheri was paging through the journal and making note on a pad of paper she had brought with her. When the story was over Cheri advised them that 2 years before they had a crew excavating on the far side of the island where a 2 village was found, but had not found a lot there, and they were scheduled to be excavating right now but with the budget crunch everything was put on hold for another year at least. Cheri asked Guido and Kallie if they would show them where they had found the items, it would mean making another trip to the island, but Guido and Kallie loved the idea of being on a treasure hunt especially on that beautiful island and said “we’re in”. Cheri was so excited she looked at Jacque and asked “can you take us back out there?” He said “Be at the marina in an hour and we will go”.
An hour later all 4 met at the marina and climbed onto the constable’s 40 ft. patrol boat, and departed. With the speed of the patrol boat they arrived in the Lagoon by early afternoon. Cheri was so excited that she had the backpacks all ready to go as soon as the anchor hit the water. All 4 climbed into the smaller dinghy and headed for shore.
As they walked towards the village they all were commenting on how beautiful it was there. Cheri commented with a wink and a smile on her face that as many times they had been there they had not made it much past the beach, except for the previous excavation which was on the other side of the island.
They arrived at the village and started to explore again, examining the buildings closer, Kallie pointed out the area where she had located the necklace and how as they located items such as cups and plates and the pottery they just placed it on top of the ground where they found them. Cheri was impressed and thanked them for being considerate of a historic site. Upon initial scan of the area and not seeing anything more than what Guido and Kallie found. They proceeded on, as they approached the falls Cheri let out a little gasp at the view from the rise, Kallie looked at her with a smile “I know, I had the same reaction”. Cheri commented that she could not believe that they had not been here before, and she definitely will be coming back.
They all kicked their shoes off and waded into the pool enjoying the cool water. Kallie and Cheri then stripped out of their t-shirts and shorts to their bikinis and dove in the water, with very little urging from the ladies, Guido and Jacque did the same. They swam for about an hour enjoying the sun and water, they all lay on the beach drying off, and talking about family, friends and careers. Guido was the only one who had a child from previous relationship. Lana was 22 and going to college, Kallie Loved her step-daughter and was more of a mother to her than her birth mom, they did a lot of things together and any time she had problems she would go to Kallie. Jacque and Cheri were waiting for marriage to start a family, but they wanted a large family. Both attended the same college and were college sweethearts, they were planning on getting married in 18 months right after Cheri finished her graduate school.
After they all dried off Guido and Kallie led the way into the cave at the back of the waterfall. They showed their guests where the skeletons were located. Kallie and Guido stood back to allow both Jacque and Cheri room to do their jobs, Cheri was reviewing the journal, while Jacque was examining the bodies. Cheri would every so often let out a soft, hmmm, and then continue reading. After this went on for a while Jacque finally said “for gosh sakes what is with all the Hmmm”. She said that in the book it say that to find the treasure you need to initial it. “What does that mean” he asked. Guido piped up stating that there are initials on the wall throughout the cave and tunnels.
They all started looking for the initials on the cavern wall. They exited out to the main entrance and started following the initials back to the small room where they found the Captain. Dead end no other exits from this room, as they stood looking around Kallie noticed rocks extending from the wall as if placed there for a reason. She started to wok one of the rocks loose causing several others to crumble exposing another tunnel behind the wall. All 4 helped create the opening large enough for Jacque to get through, upon examining the interior and deeming it safe the other 3 joined him. All 4 excited when they found themselves staring at a small chest. Jacque slowly opened it revealing another journal and as they removed it the lower half of the chest filled with gold coins and jewelry. Taking the chest they headed for the entrance, as they neared the larger cavern they started hearing what sounded like explosions Guido and Jacque ran ahead to check on the sounds. They reached the entrance behind the waterfall and found that while they were deep in the cave a storm had rolled in. It was lightening and pouring rain, so hard you could barely see the pool at the base of the waterfall. The men returned to the ladies and gave them the bad news that they would have to stay for a while and possibly the night. They checked their backpacks and inventoried their supplies, Cheri had packed well, no air mattresses but they did have emergency blankets, protein snacks and plenty of water to make it through the night. They settled into the large cavern for a long night since it was on 4 in the afternoon.
Guido volunteered to look for some dry wood and asked if anyone wanted to walk along and keep him company. Cheri said “I do”, and they proceed to scrounge around the caves looking for anything that would burn. They took the left tunnel that led to the top of the ridge, as they walked they talked about their careers Cheri just starting in her chosen profession was excited and looking forward to finishing school this year. As they neared the entrance to the cave they located a pile of dry wood as if placed there long ago. They hauled as much wood as they could carry back to the larger cavern.
When they returned they found, Kallie and Jacque side by side studying the second journal. It was Cheri who said “isn’t this cozy” with a smile on her face. Jacque and Kallie looked at each other both saying it was cold and the journal was interesting reading so they were sharing body heat. Cheri joined them inquiring about the contents of the journal while Guido started a small fire.
It appeared this journal was the Captains and the Jewels and coins was some of what he was transporting from Queensland, Australia to the New World, being the United States. This appears to be a payment for the United States to aide Australia in their freedom from England, The money never got there so the aid was never sent. The rest of the journal told about the love he had for his wife and unborn child, and the last day he was of this earth, when his wife and child died in child birth and how he was so heartbroken he could no longer live with himself and that was the last entry.
The 2 ladies one sitting on each side of Jacque placed their heads on his shoulders and began to sob uncontrollably; He comforted them until they stopped crying.
The storm stopped about 2 a.m., Jacque and Guido decided that it would be best if they left around sunrise, then they could at lease see where they were headed and where the mud was anyway.
Day 4
They made it back to the marina early in the morning. They were all tired and wanted a hot bath, breakfast and a comfortable bed. Jacque and Cheri wanted to thank Kallie and Guido for all their help and invited them to dinner after some well-earned rest. They agreed that they would get together about 5 pm for dinner and dancing.
Guido and Kallie slept until noon, after a light lunch they enjoyed a cup of coffee and some tanning on the deck. They watched several boats enter and exit the bay. Kallie being a little more adventurous since their vacation started ask Guido if he minded her removing her bikini top and do some topless sunbathing, he had no opposition and even suggested that if she wanted she could sunbath nude. She giggled and said she wasn’t sure of that yet and would just start with the top. Guido admired her body as she removed her top and lay back in the lounge chair, he noticed that she was tan but had very little for tan lines, which was sexy to him, and he made it known with the bulge that was growing in his shorts.
With Kallie reading in the chair next to him his mind wandered to the wonderful times they were having on this vacation and he started to dread having to head back in a few days. Guido was feeling more amorous while watching Kallie; he felt himself getting harder and realized that with all the excitement the day before they had not made love at least once. Guido Stood and removed his shorts, Kallie looked up, with a smile on her face asked what’s up. Guido answered with a smile “nothing”, then walked over and removed the book from her hands and dropping it to the deck. He took both of her hands and gently kissed each starting with each fingertip and working down to the palm of the hand, she then wrapped her arms around Guido and started lightly kissing him on the lips and face and each of his eyes. He worked his way to her ears and nibbled on the lobes, this drove her wild, and a little moan escaped her lips. Guido continued to kiss her neck down to her bare breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, and lightly blowing each one in turn causing them to harden an darken. He then proceeded down her stomach to her naval he encircled it with his tongue and then kissed it. She wrapped her fingers in his hair as he slid her bikini bottoms down and approached her pubic area. He could tell she was starting to get excited by the way her breathing was getting shorter and the way she closed her eyes. He gently kissed the top of her pubic hair and then bypassed her clit and started working his way down her leg. She moaned that he was meaning for making her wait for what she needed now, and it was pure torture. He smiled and said “yup” and continued down until he was kissing and licking her foot and toes, then proceeded back to the top of her pubic area this time softly giving her clit 1 kiss, before continuing kissing down to her other foot kissing and licking it. Her breathing was getting shallow as he worked up her legs kissing the inside of each of her legs spreading them as he did until he was staring at her beautiful mound. Guido then gently blew on her pussy lips causing her to shudder with a chill; she moaned and asked him to lick it, please. His tongue flicked lightly at the lips, she raised her hips and pulling his head tried to get deeper penetration from his tongue. He controlled the depth causing her to moan and bring her hips up further, again he controlled the depth. The third time she bucked her hips off the chair he went all out and his tongue entered her vagina as deep as it would reach, he slowly slid his tongue from her and slid it up to her clit making small circles around her clit and then back to her vagina. This was too much for Kallie, she squealed and came with force, locking her legs around Guido’s head, and her orgasm was strong and shook the lounge chair knocking over the coffee cup on the deck. She lay there breathing hard short breaths, one hand on her forehead and the other fanning her face, Guido continued to gently lick her pussy and clit. As her climax subsided, she unclenched her legs easing Guido to the floor saying “my turn”. She started licking the tip of his cock and working her way down the shaft to his balls sucking one into her mouth, while holding it in her mouth bathing it with her tongue; she then switched to the other ball doing the same. She then lick her way back to the tip before inserting the head into her mouth, Guido thought how sexy and beautiful his wife was as her lips passed over the head and the shaft began to disappear into her throat. Kallie continued the assault on Guido’s cock until he said “you better be careful it is about to explode”. She then released his cock and straddled his hips, guiding his cock to her pussy, she slowly lowered herself taking a little at a time enjoying it until she finally reach the base of his cock. She paused tormenting both of them, then slowly withdrawing all but the head again slowly riding the full length of his shaft to the base biting her lip as she did. She paused there leaning over she kissed him then down his chest to his nipples, where she licked and teased them. This time she started rocking on his cock, speeding up with each stroke, her pussy felt like it was on fire, wet, soft and tight all at the same time. It was Guido’s turn for his eyes to roll back in his head and moan, he was sure they were going to pop out the back of his head. As Guido produced his first shot, Kallie sat straight up and clenched her thighs around his hips with her own orgasm, massaging her own breasts and pinching her nipples as their body’s spasm with wave after wave of pleasure. They collapsed on the deck enjoying the closeness of each other while the caught their breath.
Guido and Kallie showered and prepared for the evening, Guido in pair of Khaki pants and leisure shirt, fitting to the island lifestyle, Kallie returned with a very short sky blue one piece dress and low sandals. Guido was sure that every time she sat down this evening whoever was looking her way was going to get a show and it was starting to turn him on again.
Guido loved it when people checked out his conservative wife, especially when it was some young lady, and they would slap their date for the night for staring at her. Guido really got turned on one time when they were in a bar and Kallie was asked to dance by several different women, and a couple even sent drinks to our table. He always teased her about being the hottest lesbian he ever knew, she normally would blush and tell him “BITE ME”.
Their hosts, Jacque and Cheri, arrived about 15 minutes early, and Kallie was finishing primping, Guido met them at the door and let them in. Jacque was attired similar to Guido and Cheri had on a floral halter top and short red skirt, both looked fabulous. Guido offered them a drink which they accepted. When Kallie entered the room, Guido watched Jacque and Cheri; their reaction was the one he had seen many times before. They complimented Kallie on how beautiful she looked. Cheri’s eyes followed every move that Kallie made and the look wasn’t that of a cat protecting her territory.
They departed heading down town, Jacque knew a place that served local cuisine and the hospitality was well known. It was only a short distance from the resort, but with the people out and about the ride took a while.
As they entered the restaurant, they were greeted at the door buy a young lady with a large smile; she asked “same table constable”, “Yes Sis the same table” was his response. The restaurant was family owned by Jacques Mom, Dad and 2 sisters, and he would help out once in a while. The food was exquisite there was light music in the background and they were able to visit without shouting or being interrupted. As patrons exited and the crowd thinned Jacques parents stopped at the table and visited the 2 couples, mostly asking how the wedding plans were going, and Cheri’s excitement about the find on the island.
The Couples wanted to check out the clubs they thanked Jacques family for the fun evening and the great meal then exited following the music that wafted through the air. The first club was only about a block walk, where pop music was the style, they entered noticing that the crowd was pretty young mostly teenagers, they watched them for a while and decided to continue to find a music more their style. They walked to the next club where the music was lively but not over powering. They crossed the club area to an empty table, Guido noticed that they were the center of attention, from both male and female patrons some with a scowl, some with a smile, but most eyes were on them. They sat and ordered drinks, while they waited for drinks, the band started playing a do-whop song from the early 60’s. Guido asked Kallie to dance, which she accepted and headed to the dance floor followed by Jacque and Cheri. They danced the next 2 songs then returned to the table to visit and sip on their drinks. After a while Cheri who was progressively swaying to the music asked Guido to dance with her, which he accepted taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. The music was slow this time and Guido held Cheri firmly in his arms as they swayed to the music, Cheri’s thighs straddling Guido’s leg, gyrating against his leg. When the music stopped they returned to their table, Guido sat next to Kallie and took a sip of his drink, almost spitting it out as he felt a hand massage his semi hard cock through his pants. He did not realize how turned on he was dancing with Cheri, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious to their hosts. It was Kallie and Jacques turn to enter the dance floor, the first song was a faster song but the second was a slow song, and Kallie looked hot. Cheri and Guido watched their significant others sway to the music; Cheri commented on how well they moved and how they looked moving around the dance floor. When the song ended they returned to the table and were seated again. As soon as Kallie seated Guido slid his hand up her thigh until his little finger lightly brushed against her panties, he found them extremely wet, she whispered “they been like that since they left the bungalow”.
They visited a while longer when Cheri wrapped her arms around Jacque and with a smile on her face said “should we tell them now or wait”. Jacque smiled and said “you can never keep a secret”. Jacque proceeded to ask Guido and Kallie if they were in a hurry to get home, and went on to explain that the Government had asked them to stick around until Monday when the Minister of antiquities was flying out and wanted to thank them personally for the historic find. Guido and Kallie looked at each other discussed it for a minute and looked back at Jacque and Cheri, and said they would be able to stay but they were scheduled to check out of their bungalow in a couple of days, and would not have a place to stay. Jacque got a big smile on his face and said that it had already been taken care of and the Government was picking up the tab for the weekend and their flight would be changed in the morning.
The night was enjoyable, the couples danced and visited as if they were old friends, it was hard to believe that they only met 4 days ago. At about midnight the couples decided to call it an evening and returning to their bungalow, Guido and Kallie invited Jacque and Cheri, in for a night Cap on the deck, which they accepted.
As Kallie prepared the drinks, the others retired to the deck. Jacque and Cheri reclined on the hammock, Guido on the lounge chair, when Kallie returned she joined him.
Jacque and Cheri talked more in depth about future plans on the possibility of travel visiting the United States, but the life style was too busy for their taste to want to live there. Guido and Kallie agreed with smiles they thought it would be nice to retire and return to Tahiti more on a permanent basis. Their visiting went on for several hours, not realizing how late it was they were shocked at the time. Jacque and Cheri were apologizing about keeping them up so late on such a beautiful night. Guido and Kallie declared that the night was beautiful and they themselves were going to sleep on the deck and enjoy it, and that if they wanted to they could take the bed spend the night. Kallie kissed Guido telling all that she was comfortable right where she was. Jacque and Cheri looked at each other and said that if they didn’t mind they were comfortable right where they were too. They each said good night and eventually drifted into deep slumber.
As they sun arose, Kallie open her eyes and was enjoying the sunrise, when she heard a little muffled moan coming from the hammock. She started to stir when Guido nudged her nodding to the view of their guests making love. Cheri was naked on top of Jacque and was slowly rocking back and forth. Her body was beautifully tanned, and it was obvious that she was not one to tan in the buff; she had a bikini tan, though it is very small. Cheri had firm breasts and according to the sounds that she was making when Jacque massage them she like them played with a lot. Cheri stopped rocking and bit her lip to stifle the sounds as she came. Jacque appeared to be getting close to coming judging from his motions as they were getting faster and faster. As he came Cheri had another orgasm as strong if not more that the first, they collapsed in each other’s arms regaining their breath lightly kissing each other. As they were sneaking off to clean up they noticed that they were being watched and started to apologize for being so rude, but they got frisky and thought they would be able to be quiet enough not to disturb them. Guido and Kallie started laughing and thanked them for the morning show as they enjoyed seeing young people enjoy each other the way they did, and there was nothing wrong with true love and passion, no matter time of day or audience. |
Title: 2nd Honeymoon #1
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Wife
Introduction:
The drive and an impromptu show blowing
Content:
The day had been gloomy, mediocre sunlight poking through the half filled clouds for most of the afternoon, reaching a balmy 80 degrees by evening. Natural fragrance of pine and honeysuckle flowed on what little breeze there was as the couple were leaving for a week. Excited for their time, nervous that it'd been awhile away from home, and consistent sexual tension lightly bouncing between the two. They'd made plans for a week's stay at a small resort off the Arkansas/Tennessee border.
Heading out on the highway in a rental car they had delivered that morning, they have light chatter in-between music playing in the background, the anticipation building the further they stretch the distance from home.
Halfway through, each mile makes the other squirm in their seats, minimal adjustments, and cues that proved they needed to stop at the next rest stop or gas station they came across.
You suggested that they might want to change into more comfortable clothing for travel in the humidity, having a few sets for each already picked out sitting in a bag in the backseat for ‘just in case’ occasions, along with preferred light snacks, drinks and entertainment. “You should try that purple one,” you comment as we're going over the list of items.
They notice a sign that says rest/truck stop, motel and gas station next 5 miles. “We'll take a break there, possibly grab some dinner, if they have anything,” you state as you take my hand in for a kiss. “Sounds great, we can change, and I'm looking forward to eating, as usual.” my half giggle, half laugh bouncing around the vehicle.
Goofing off with each other the rest of the way and enjoying the drive, they pull into the combined parking lot with spare spaces between big rigs. Assuming the drivers were either sleeping or out walking off their driving time, they locked up the rental, and headed inside the rest stop bathroom/showers with the change of clothes.
Full stomachs, showered and changed outfits, and bladders relieved, they start heading back to the vehicle. The only thing that was missing was needing some release of the prior sexual tension.
You decide to tease my ass as we walk back to the vehicle, which was slightly peeking out of the metallic purple skirt, moving closer to my ear and whispering, “A little something before we leave?” Catching a glimmer in my eye in response, purring back to you, “What do you have in mind?” You glance down pointedly at my top, metallic purple micro bikini under a short sleeve, upside down teardrop cut out, half shirt, “I want to see your tits hanging out of the micro. Hopefully see where it'll go from there.” you encourage with a wink and shoulder squeeze.
Watching me cautiously scan around at the rigs near the rental, noticing they looked unoccupied or asleep with their curtains closed. After receiving a small smile and nod in consent from me, you grin and start stroking yourself through your pants from inside your pocket. Slowly, with a slight blush turning my cheeks, I teasingly uncover my breasts from the micro with a moan of pleasure as they scrape against my pierced nipples, flipping the tips up and down a little, getting them hard before turning around and walking towards the door of the vehicle.
Suddenly rushing to my door with a thrust of your hips into my ass cheeks, you pin me against the glass and your body, grinding your cock, letting me know how turned on you've become. “Suck me,” is your simple command. Turned on more now, yet still cautiously questions, “But what if the driver's see us?” Breathless anticipation still heard in my voice as I began riding a sexual high with my nipples pressed against the glass, your body and cock grinding on me, and wanting to taste your juices from your hard shaft, pushing back a little with my ass.
Prepared with a persuasive answer, you counter my embarrassment, and tempt me to throw caution to the wind, “They probably can't see from sitting that high into the rental anyways, it's alright babe, you're getting me really stiff right now thinking about your mouth on me.” You quickly open my door and motion for me to climb in, closing it behind me after getting into a comfortable position, then scrambling into your seat after your door is opened by me.
“Oh fuck, yesss…,” you hiss as my mouth moves down your length after getting settled and being unsheathed, “That's right babe, swallow my cock, lick my tip like a good girl, keep your eyes closed for me…” you instruct me further, “Collect that precum in your mouth, ohh yeah, prove how much of a good girl you want to be, go deep on that big cock, suck out my precum, show me what you got in that sexy mouth,” you take a look at the mouth full of precum and spit collected, “Yes that's right, oh good girl, so dirty for liking that as much as you do, now drool on your tits, yes that's a good wife, fuck that's hot…”
Noticing the rig parked next to them you catch a glimpse of a man making masturbation movements, slightly throwing your concentration, then you take a moment to ponder what you should do with the next motion from the man, a finger rotating in a ‘keep going’ signal, and a single point in the opposite direction of you, forcing you to notice a few others enjoying your wife sucking you off. ‘Might as well’, you're already turned on and you know your wife is dripping from sucking you and they're not asking for anything more than a private showing really.
Decision made, you continue instructing me, “Put my cock back in your sexy mouth, oh fuck, yeah like that, slowly ooh, fuck, take my big cock all the way down your throat,” you take a moment to notice their movements have become slightly faster, knowing my tits and hips grind with the motions, speaking a bit louder you comment, “hmmm love how your training is going for the length of time spent sucking my cock…,” you pause as you feel me slurping and popping your cock in and out of my mouth as my answer.
Having observed one driver spill his load after the last statement and wet noises you continue, “Hmmm fucking hot, good girl keep sucking, that's a dirty wife I have, getting wet from sucking me huh? Ooh there's my answer. Hmm that's right suck harder, mm yesss fuck….,”my right hand joins my mouth, slightly gripping as it glides along your length, slick with spit and precum. Another load from a driver hits below the passenger window behind me, surprising you and the guy, at the intensity of the cumshot through his window of the rig.
‘One more to go, this will get him,’ “Show me those sticky wet tits, oh yes, pinch your nipples, so naughty, yes wiggle that ass like you want my cock in there too.” The last driver had heard enough and exploded somewhat noisily. More than thankful that both windows were mostly closed and nothing got inside the vehicle, you give a ‘we’re good’ sign. The driver's, signaling they enjoyed the show and wanting to thank the couple, tossed out wads of paper. ‘Um…thanks guys, not sure how I'm gonna explain this in the first place, now I've gotta clean up?’ you think for a split second.
At that moment was when you felt me get more turned on, “Oh fuck I love it when you moan on my cock,” aware that you could either cum from the recent experience and possibly get me off or promise for later for them both somewhere else, and wanting the latter, you quickly come up with an idea. “Hmmm. Babe, now open your eyes, such a beautiful and sexy wife I have, yes especially her face smeared with my precum. We'll finish this session later, I want to cum in your pussy, and we can't comfortably do that here.” Kissing my forehead you further instruct, “Straighten up a little, reach for our entertainment bag in the backseat, take your matching purple plug out, and stuff your ass with it during the ride.”
A little dazed, very horny, and pleased with myself sound comes out of my throat in agreement. While putting yourself back into your pants, you finish explaining, “I'll be right back, while you're doing that, I'm double checking we're road ready.” You make sure to help with my clothes being properly on, with a few nipple tweaks to keep up the foreplay, before exiting the vehicle. Without showing traces or clues, you swiftly, although somewhat grudgingly, pick up the wadded papers, acknowledging the fact they're a little damp in a few spots and wanting to keep a distance from it, you toss them into the entertainment bag for a later discussion. Climbing back into the driver's seat you finish buckling up before asking me, “Are we ready to continue on the road now?” A little hoarse from sucking, replying nonetheless excitedly, “Yes please, very ready, all buckled up.” You start the vehicle and ask the question before pulling out onto the highway, “Did you do it?” |
Title: 2nd honeymoon 2
Tags: Fiction, Male / Females, Threesome
Introduction:
End of the Vacation
Content:
Day 5
Kallie and Guido prepared breakfast while Jacque and Cheri showered. Judging from the sounds they figured that Cheri and Jacque had a repeat of earlier. As they ate breakfast the conversation was as if they were longtime roommates not mere acquaintances, the conversation was more personal like the types of contraceptives, different positions they prefer, when each lost their virginity and how they met each other’s partners. It was about 10 when Jacque excused himself and stated that he had to check on a few things at the office and departed. Cheri was heading home to make a couple of calls and then just sluff off until Jacque got home from work. Kallie asked if she wanted to come back a tan when she was done with her calls because Guido was going to a historic site that wasn’t too interesting to her so she was just going to stay at the bungalow, she agreed and left. Guido showered and departed for his historic tour of the area, something that Kallie was not overly excited about.
Cheri returned about noon with lunch for both in hand, Kallie grabbed a bottle of wine and they returned to the deck to enjoy lunch and the sun. They ate and visited about past relationships, and what drew them to their current relationships and what was different between the past and present. Kallie was explaining how her relationship was pretty simple, Guido and her like a lot of the same things, including very similar taste in foods, style and entertainment including adult. Kallie said that Guido would dress leisurely all the time if you let him; she has to pick the clothes out if she wanted him to where anything other than jeans.
Cheri explained that Jacque and she did not have the same taste in foods since Jacque liked things on the bland side and her spicy. She said that Jacque wore a uniform all week long so whenever he could he would shuck it for a pair of shorts and comfy shirt, herself she loved to get dressed up and be seen in public. Kallie laughed “me too”. They spent the afternoon talking and enjoying the beautiful day.
Guido toured the local ruins, taking pictures and picking up pamphlets and travel guides and had lunch at a local diner while scanning the pamphlets. He strolled around the village, checking out different shops. He found a set of pearl earrings that he thought would look great on Kallie. After walking for a few hours Guido found himself in front on the Constable’s office, so he thought he would stop and visit with Jacque if he had the time. As he entered Jacque met him at the door, Kallie and Cheri had called him and invited him back to the bungalow for dinner and what was looking to be a beautiful sunset. Jacque and Guido visited as they walked to the bungalow talking about the local economy, and how the tourism business really did not increase his crime other than the occasional intoxicated person who did not know when to stop. In the 5 years that he was constable he only had 10 arrests, most of the trouble was taken care of with only a ticket.
Guido was telling how he had a construction business and had 28 employees working for him. They mostly retrofitted houses for energy efficiency and some days did not want to get out of bed, since they were on the go all the time . He told how he chose to live in an apartment due to not wanting to have to work on houses all day and then have to come home and repair them all night, he wanted to spend as much time with Kallie as he could. Kallie wanted a house to call her own one day but agreed that it was pure logic that they live in a house. Guido asked what the economy for local construction was on the island, and was informed that it was good to the south and occasionally around the town. There were not a lot of construction companies on the island.
They arrived at the bungalow to find the women working in the kitchen and were surprised by their attire; both were wearing bikinis made out of very little material.
Kallie’s was a beautiful blue floral pattern a blossom over each of her breasts, when she turned and walked away Guido noticed that the swim suit was only about an inch wide down the crack of her butt, he watched it sway thinking to himself that he would love to be those bottoms right now . Guido glanced over and judging from the look on Jacques face he was thinking the same thing.
Cheri had a Rainbow colored bikini on at least he thought it was supposed to be a rainbow there was so little material it had no discernable arch, but it fit her body perfectly and accentuated her curves, Guido found himself staring and getting semi hard real fast just at the sight of both women.
Guido and Jacque were seated at the dining table and were handed a glass of wine. Dinner was served, fish that was caught locally, fruits from the Island, and a locally grown vegetables, dessert was a fresh baked short cake with homemade whip cream.
Guido asked the women what they had done for the afternoon other than baking and preparing the delicious meal. Kallie volunteered that they had gone to Jacques and Cheri’s and made the cake and toppings. She complimented Jacque on the beautiful home and location the ocean on one side and a mountain on the other. Kallie continued that they had tanned for a while and then Cheri had taken her shopping and that is where they had gotten the bikinis. Guido thanked Cheri for the excellent choice in shopping and told them both how beautiful the view was right here as he loved the swimwear that both were wearing. Jacque sat smiling and nodding staring at both women. Guido commented with a smile on how he never thought that he would ever see Kallie in a piece like that. Kallie smiled and said it must be island living. For some time they sat around, eating, drinking and chatting about nothing in particular, although sexual innuendo was a major part of the conversation.
They all helped clear the table and then gathered on the deck to enjoy another glass of wine and the sunset. The conversation continues as before although the topics got a little more graphic as more wine was consumed. Kallie and Cheri were discussing different things that they discovered turned them on different smells, tastes, positions and locations all were discussed. Guido and Jacque were listening and adding their input as well. At about 1 in the morning Jacque and Cheri decided to call it an evening and headed for home. As they left they hugged their hosts and thanked them for the wonderful day, and left arm in arm. Kallie had a hard time falling asleep she was reliving the day. As they sat on the deck staring at the stars they talked about how the people were so welcoming here and it didn’t matter if it was walking on the street or into a store they were always greeted with pleasantries. She asks Guido if he had thought about their hosts much, she admitted with a sly smile that she had and it was pretty erotic. Guido admitted that the young couple was very attractive and he was awakened one night thinking about them, but he could not remember the dream just that it was about them.
Kallie fell asleep in Guido’s arms in the hammock, Guido lay there holding her contemplating on whether Kallie was serious or if it was just the alcohol talking.
Day 6
Guido awoke the next morning, before sunrise, to a warm mouth wrapped around his cock, he looked down and into the beautiful eyes of his wife, She coyly stated “good morning handsome” His response was to have his eyes roll back into his head and state “that is beautiful, beautiful mm mm”. Kallie worked the full length of his shaft with her tongue and lips, gently sucking his balls into her mouth. As she would take his cock deep into her mouth she would hum causing Extraordinary sensations that he had never felt before, when she came for air Guido breathlessly asked “where did you learn that”? She giggled and said “Cheri was telling her that it drove Jacque wild and thought would see how you like it”. He gasped as she licked his cock while she ran he tongue the length of his shaft “I love it”. Shortly after Kallie slid his cock down her throat and he came to her vibrating throat shooting his load down her throat she swallowed all. Kallie got up and was walking away when Guido grabbed her hips and said “your turn”. She twisted out of his grip giggling “later we are going to be late”. “For what” he asked. She said “you’ll see. And went and showered. Guido made breakfast while she showered, then he showered while she ate, again refusing to tell him what they were going to do.
Kallie led Guido by the hand as they weaved their way through the streets of the village. They arrived at the old light house on the far side of the island as the sun broke the horizon. They quickly climbed the lighthouse getting to the top from there the sunrise was magnificent and they stood admiring the view. Kallie said that yesterday when they were shopping Cheri brought her there and told her that they had to see the sunrise it is as beautiful as the sunset. As they watched the sunrise Kallie started to giggle, Guido looked puzzled at her, she pointed to a young couple making love on the beach below. Guido slid in behind Kallie wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as they watched the man mounting the lady from behind. Guido eased Kallie to the railing slowly exploring her form as they watched. Kallie’s breath became shorter and little moans were escaping her from deep inside. Guido knelt sliding her panties down from under her short skirt, he sniffed them commenting on how good they smelled and then then inserted his nose and tongue into the crack of her butt licking as much as he could she moaned bending over and raising her foot to the lower railing allowing him access to her pussy. He continued his assault on her pussy and ass licking her clit and vagina while inserting 2 fingers, lubed with her juices into her rectum. She started rocking against his fingers while riding his tongue she moaned loudly, luckily the young couple was enjoying themselves too much to have heard or did not care they were being watched. When Kallie experienced her first orgasm she grabbed the rail to hold herself up right and to keep from falling. Guido stood behind Kallie and inserted the head of penis into her pussy she moaned when he pulled it out, pleading for him to put it back and fuck her. He inserted the head and again removed it she again pleaded for him to fuck her, he inserted his cock and with steady pressure slid into her pussy until he was fully in her to the base of his cock she squealed, remembering the young couple on the beach, they were still involved in their own intimacy. Guido rocked back and forth using the full length of his cock for her enjoyment, almost pulling it out and then inserting it fully. Kallie moaned and kept telling him to go faster, he stopped she begged him not to stop, he snickered and said this is for not letting him finish this morning and pushed his cock back in. After tormenting her he began to fuck her at a faster and faster pace as he increased his speed he started to come Kallie squealed that she was Cumming and to “fuck her harder”, He shot his load deep into her pussy as she began having her own spasms to where her whole body shook and Guido had to hold her tight to keep her from falling.
They quickly straightened out their clothing while watching the young couple completing as they had their own earth shattering orgasm.
As they were returning to their bungalow they ran into Jacque and Cheri on their way to work. They invited Kallie and Guido to join them for Dinner, which they readily accepted. As they walked Cheri suggested a pool party and to wear swimwear, they arrived at the Constables office where they parted company.
They returned to the bungalow lying on the deck enjoying the sun, riding the Jet Skis and swimming. They had lunch for 2 at the bungalow, leftovers from the evening prior, they took turns feeding each other giggling and acting like teenagers. They talked about how being away from home had released their inhibitions sexually and made them feel young again, they noticed how people looked at them and it turned them on. Kallie was commenting on how she was attracted to Jacque and Cheri, and whenever she was around them her panties became damp, even now she took Guido’s hand and placed it between her legs and said with a smile this is from just talking about them. Guido enjoyed the thought of his wife with another couple he especially enjoyed the way both men and women looked at Kallie, the majority had an animalistic longing as they watched her enter a room.
The most extreme they have ever done is watch couples and they created a game they would play, where they would sit both in restaurants and bars for hours and based solely on appearance, they would select a couple and discuss what type of undergarments the couple may wear, to the sexual positions they may prefer. As many times that they played they were able to prove or disprove their conclusions on several occasions, naturally the times they were able to prove it turned into voyeurism as at the lighthouse this morning.
Guido lay in the hammock drifted in and out of sleep, while Kallie read a book that she had picked up at the airport for the flight over. She had a hard time keeping her mind on reading, she kept thinking about the last week and it started to make her horny. She was bound and determined not to disturb Guido since it had been a long, but high energy week and he needed his rest, so she sat there making herself hornier.
At about 5 Kallie decided that a hot bath may help her situation and would give her muscles a chance to relax, they didn’t hurt just were tight. When Guido awoke he joined her in the bath, he slid in behind her massaging her shoulders and scrubbing her back. He washed conditioned her hair as he massaged her scalp all she could do was rest her head against his chest and moan at how good it felt. Guido and Kallie prepared for the evening Kallie was excited, she dressed placing an oversize T-shirt over a bikini that Guido had yet to see.
They walked arm and arm to Jacque and Cheri’s home, as they approached Guido was commenting on how he had to agree with Kallie’s earlier statement that it was a beautiful view and could get very use to this kind of living.
They knocked on the door and were immediately allowed to enter by Jacque; Guido shook his hand and presented him with wine they had brought. Jacque led them through the house and onto the patio over-looking the pool, where Cheri was already placing items on the table. She was wearing a small black bikini highlighted by a gold chain around her waist. She walked over and greeted both Kallie and Guido with a hug, inviting them to be seated. Jacque inquired how they liked there steak as he placed them on the grill upon receiving answers. Kallie asked if there was anything she could do to help. Cheri asked Kallie if she would grab the wine glasses and was pointed to the shelf they were on; all eyes were on Kallie as she went to retrieve the glasses. Guido inquired as to the day both had, and was informed that it was pretty slow. Kallie returned placing the glasses on the table. The conversation stopped as Kallie removed her T-shirt, she wore a turquoise bikini. It had been the smallest one that Guido has ever seen let alone one that Kallie has ever worn. Judging from the instant hard on supported by Jacque and himself it accentuated all the right curves, even Cheri staring let out a “wow”. Kallie smiled and said “too much”, the others staring all shook their heads, no.
The conversation returned and they all were seated and served wine, they were enjoying remains of the day and the company, as they ate dinner.
Finally Kallie stood up and put some music on and pulled Guido up to dance with her. Cheri jumped up too and pulled Jacque up to dance with her. The music was pretty lively so we decided to jive to it. Guido twirled her around he kept her twirling around most of the time until she had to grab hold of him to steady her because she was dizzy.
By then the wine was flowing pretty well and they all had three, possibly four drinks, and was quite unconcerned at what had been on display. The next piece was slower so they danced close together, and Guido made no effort to disguise the fact that his fingers had slid past her bikini bottoms and into her pussy, he finger fucked Kallie as they danced. When a second slow number started Jacque stood up and tapped Guido on the shoulder and asked to cut in.
she tried to hide her disappointment because Guido had had her on the verge of an orgasm and she didn't want the finger fucking to stop. She needn't have worried because Jacque held her tightly pressed against him with his left arm, and his right hand went straight to her pussy.
She clung to his neck and kissed him on the lips and their tongues explored each other's mouth. If being finger fucked by her husband in front of other people was exciting, being finger fucked by this man that they had only met about a week ago was incredible. Within minutes she was Cuming and everyone knew it when she announced her release to the world.
Kallie looked at her husband who was dancing with Cheri, Guido smiled and winked, that is when Kallie noticed that Cheri was getting a glazed look in her eyes. She could see that Guido’s fingers were working in and out of Cheri, as they had with her and she knew that Cheri will not be able to stand much more. Kallie walked over to the couple and slid in behind Cheri, massaging her shoulders and back while moving to the music. As they moved Kallie slid her hands down Cheri’s body until she reach her butt, which she started to massage, Kallie then lightly kissed Cheri’s shoulder, which sent Cheri into spasms of her first orgasm, Guido held her tightly to keep her knees from buckling under her. Kallie looked at Jacque who was sitting near the table watching the show with a smile on his face. Cheri was joined by Kallie as they kissed their way down Guido’s chest to the top of his shorts. They eased his shorts down releasing his hard cock; Cheri started licking the tip as Kallie licked his balls and worked her way up the shaft joining Cheri working on the tip. They each took turns sucking his cock deep into their throats causing Guido to roll his eyes back in his head and moan. Guido looked at Jacque who was watching with a smile and his hard cock in hand. Guido looking down seeing his beautiful wife with her lips wrapped around his cock and Cheri licking his shaft was too much for him to handle. With a grunt and tangling his fingers in both women’s hair he announced he was Cumming. Kallie tried to swallow all of his cum but was unable; some dribbled down her chin which Cheri readily licked from Kallie’s face and from Guido’s cock.
Kallie turned to Jacque, saying it was his turn. Kallie knelt in front of Jacque and began to lick his cock; Cheri removed her bikini reveling her beautiful body, and then joined Kallie licking her husband’s cock. Kallie stood and removed her bikini finally displaying her body that everyone was adoring before, was now completely naked for all to see. Kallie kissed Jacque, running her hands over his chest and body; she swung her legs over Cheri’s head and straddled Jacque. Cheri as if reading her mind guided his cock to Kallie’s opening. Kallie slowly lowered her wet pussy slowly down onto Jacque cock until full penetration was gained, Guido noticed her eyes were closed tightly and her lip was quivering. She paused not moving for what seem like minutes before she started that slow rise that Guido was so familiar. At the point that Jacque cock was about to fall out Kallie started down again, on the rise this time Cheri licked Kallie’s Juices from her husband’s shaft causing him to moan the whole time. Guido was watching the scene and noticed Cheri’s had he fingers between her legs rubbing her clit and the juices were running down her legs. Turned on again Guido approached Cheri and inserted the head of his cock into her inviting pussy causing a chain reaction, her moan cause Jacque to moan and flinch causing Kallie to moan. Guido removed his cock then rubbing the head and shaft on her soaking pussy reinserted it again and with slow steady pressure buried it to the hilt in their beautiful host’s pussy. She started to spasm with and orgasm just as Jacque grunted “I’m Cumming”, Kallie had another orgasm as Jacque’s first streams of hot semen hit her inner walls, Guido tried not to cum to quickly but the thought of his wife being fucked by this gorgeous couple and his cock was buried deep in Cheri’s pussy put him way over the edge, he shot his load deep into her womb.
They all lay in each other’s arms on the pool deck resting from their intimate pleasure, they talked and kissed as they snuggled. They lay until Kallie quickly stood and giggling jumped into the pool, as she surfaced they water around her was disturbed by the other 3 joining her, they splashed and played in the pool for some time before returning to the pool deck. They lay on a blanket next to each other talking for hours. Kallie curiously ask if Jacque and Cheri, if they had done this before and if not why them. Cheri said that they had not and that they were attracted to them ever since they seen them in the club the first night. She also said that Kallie and Guido and had been the topic of several intimate conversations and between the young couple and decided that if the opportunity ever came up they were taking advantage of the situation.
Kallie volunteered that they had not been with anyone else in 20 years of marriage and were attracted to them also. Kallie admitted though that she had not thought of them in a sexual way until after the other night on the Island and at that time it was like someone had lit a fire inside them each time they would be together.
The rest of the evening they snuggled, made love, changed partners, then starting all over again until they finally fell asleep.
Day 7
They awoke early in the morning, having one more love making session in the shower before Guido and Kallie made their way back to their bungalow, for a long needed rest. They slept in until mid-morning when they decided to try parasailing in the bay and jet skiing. Kallie wanted to try snorkeling; she was a little concerned since she was claustrophobic, but did great. Guido was concerned for her safety so they stayed close to the boat even with that they were able to see fish and swam along the coral. They returned to the boat laying on a towel, soaking up some rays.
As Kallie and Guido lay there talking, she said “it is so beautiful here I wish we would never have to leave”. He answered “what if we don’t”. Kallie swung her leg over straddling him started kissing Guido, nibbling at his ears she whispered “Thanks for the great week; it could not have been planned any better”. She kissed him working down his neck, down his chest licking on his nipples. Guido gasped as she lightly blew on them, she continued down to his navel licking little circles. She continued down slowly sliding his trunks off, she started to flick her tongue across the tip of his cock which caused him to release a moan coming from deep within. Kallie licked the full length of shaft down to the base then returning to the tip. She then inserted his cock into her mouth taking as much as she could, and then slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth increasing her speed. When he would attempt to pull her off his cock she would tell him uh uh this is my thanks for the week. He cautioned her that he was Cuming, she took as much of his cock as she could and held him, flicking her tongue across the tip and started humming causing his whole body to vibrate as he shot his load in to the back of her throat. They lay on the floor, Guido Catching his breath, and Kallie licking her lips, as she slid up his body until they lay arm and arm. Guido seriously asked her “Why do we have to leave? I could sell my company, Jake always wanted it. I could pick up odd jobs here. We could make it.” She said “let me think about it”. When she kissed him he could taste his cum on her lips.
Kallie and Guido swam and lay in the sun for hours. Late in the afternoon they returned to their bungalow showered and planned their last evening before their departure late the next day. As Kallie Came out of the shower Guido noticed a serious look on her face, he asked “everything ok”, she asked him, “do you really think we could make it if we relocated here” he said “we have made it everywhere else we have lived.” With that Kallie gave him a hug saying “OK, let’s do it, we will go back get our affairs in order and move back here”. Guido looked her in the eyes and asked if she was sure she nodded, “I Love it here” she said.
They walked arm in arm to Jacques parent’s restaurant both secretly hoping to find Jacque and Cheri there. As they entered the establishment, they were greeted by a long waiting list, Jacque’s sister Jules approached them and said that they were expected and their guests had called and were running behind, leading the shocked couple to a large table in the corner. The table appeared to be set for at least 8 people. Guido shrugged and slid a chair out for Kallie. She asked “Jules what is going on we didn’t make any reservations”. She smiled and said “her brother did, then said something about a big announcement, hope they didn’t go get married without inviting Mom and Dad, they be dead meat if they did. “ Mom And Dad have been preparing for this marriage for a long time, they won’t even set a date yet.”
Jacque, Cheri and a man they did not know walked in waved and joined Kallie and Guido. They were introduced to Jule’s husband Sam they all shook hands and sat down. Jacque asked about their day, asking if they had been able to enjoy any of the day. Kallie and Guido told them about their day and how Kallie had been able to overcome her claustrophobia and went snorkeling for the first time in her life. Jacque’s Parents and Jules joined the table and conversation, listening intently; proud of the descriptions outsiders used to describe their own little piece of heaven they called home.
Jacque stood and announced that to everyone’s excitement, he and Cheri had set a date to get married. They looked at Guido and Kallie and said “We want to invite you to be part of our wedding; it will be in the fall”. Guido and Kallie looked at each other with a smile and said “that would work, we should have a house by then, and our big news is we are moving here after we take care of things back in the city”. Everyone was excited Jules said “Sam can help you find a place he is our local realtor” and added with a smile “I am sure that he will do his best”.
The conversational chatter continued on wedding plans, and different houses that were available on the island. Guido and Kallie were planning a house hunting trip with Sam in the near future, but until then Sam was going to send possibilities to Guido and Kallie in the City. The talk continued long after the restaurant patrons had stopped coming and the noises from the street subsided.
After they bid their farewells, Guido and Kallie worked their way back to their bungalow, where they made love one more time under the stars.
DAY 8
They awoke early the next morning to a knocking on the door; Kallie threw a wrap around her naked body and stumbled to the door. She opened the door to Jacque and Cheri’s smiling faces, both stopped; paused and smiled Cheri stated “I like your wrap”. Kallie looked down to see that she had mistakenly wrapped in the mosquito netting and her garment was totally see through, she giggled as she closed the door behind them “I’m glad it was you and not the minister of antiquities”. Kallie led them to the deck where Guido was laying enjoying the sunrise. Jacque asked if they were packed and ready for the long day ahead, Kallie pointed to their luggage and said other than the clothing we are wearing home everything is there. Cheri advised them that they had about 3 hours before the Minister of Antiquities would be meeting them at the Constable office and while Guido and Kallie showered Jacque and Cheri would place their luggage in the car. Guido Joined Kallie in the shower lathering her body, washing her hair and just holding her started to arouse him. He slid his hand down between her legs to find her extremely turned on; he slid his index finger and middle finger on either side of her clit down to her vagina and back again. Kallie began to squirm pressing her ass against his groin, moaning loudly, she whispered you are going to make us late. He said “he didn’t care”. Guido continued the assault on her clit; she started bucking her hips hard against his now rigid cock. Kallie spun around wrapping her legs around his waist, lowering herself onto his cock. Slowly at first then speeding up until they both came with force. Guido steadied himself against the shower wall for fear of falling.
They dried themselves and joined Jacque and Cheri for a cup of coffee in the kitchenette. Cheri asked with a smile “did you enjoy the shower; we did, we could here you way out here.” Kallie and Guido smiled and said “you could have joined us, but then we would have never made it to the meeting.”
They finished their coffee and checked out of the bungalow. Jacque drove to the meeting, and after many photos and hands shakes, Guido and Kallie we presented with letters of gratitude from the president.
Jacque and Cheri then escorted the couple to the airport, they were taken directly to a waiting Lear Jet, Jacque said with a smile “courtesy of the President, you fly with style”. Their luggage was loaded; they bid their farewells with hugs and kisses, and boarded the plane. The pilot and Co-pilot were the only 2 on the plane. While they waited for clearance from the tower the Co-pilot showed the couple where everything was located and how to get a hold of the cockpit if they needed any further information or assistance, and then left.
Guido and Kallie sat facing each other, when the pilot announced that they were cleared for takeoff. As they watched the ground disappear, Kallie kicked her shoes off and slowly slid her nylon clad foot up Guido’s leg to his crotch rubbing his growing member. He asked her if she was up to something, she said that she wanted know if his cock got as hard when they were at 10,000 feet as it does when they are on the ground. He said keep it up and you will soon find out, the captain came on the speaker announcing that they were at their cruising altitude and it was ok to move around the cabin. Kallie quickly unbuckled and climbed onto Guido’s lap straddling his legs, she started kissing him hard on the lips pushing her tongue into his mouth. Kallie then started nibbling on his ear working down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as she moved down to his chest, she nibbled and licked on his nipples causing him to groan “oh shit”. He pulled her top over her head revealing a beautiful red bra with a front clasp; Guido suckled her chest while he unsnapped the bra releasing her breasts, giving him access to suck a nipple into his mouth while massaging the other breast. Kallie moaned as Guido’s fingers had worked their way under her skirt and into her moist pussy. Kallie struggled to maintain control while she unbuckled his pants to release his cock. Kallie kissed him and whimpered as he inserted a second finger into her pussy, she bit his lower lip as she started Cumming. She slowly rocked on his lap until her orgasm subsided, she then started to work her way down until his cock was staring at her eye level. She then started licking the tip and down the shaft to his balls gently sucking one into her mouth then licking the shaft up to the tip licking the precum from the tip, causing him to moan. Kallie then turned around straddling Guido, she reached between her legs inserted his cock into her vagina; she then slowly lowered herself onto the full length of his cock. Pausing she locked her lips onto his letting a squeal escape as she started the long slow ride to the tip. She again paused, convulsing with another orgasm as she started the descent back to the base. Guido bucked his hips to meet her motions as she sped her rocking; her juices ran down his cock and onto his balls. Guido then pushed Kallie forward onto the seat she had occupied. She had all she could to hold onto the seat, as he entered her from behind, Guido continued to pump hard and fast and as his first spasms of his orgasm started, it set off a chain reaction. Kallie tossing her head around her orgasm began; her body shook violently pushing her pussy hard against Guido’s groin. He tightly hung onto her hips trying to keep from pulling out too fast. He did not want to cause discomfort to their hypersensitive genitals.
They collapsed in each other arms catching their breath, Guido’s cock still in Kallie. He kissed her on the cheek and shoulder, she spasm again as his cock slid out of her pussy. She rolled to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him tightly to her chest kissing him on the lips. They used the restroom to clean up and got dressed, as they returned to their seat Guido grabbed both a soda from the bar area.
The plane landed and they went through Customs collected their luggage, found their car and headed home for a long needed rest, and to make plans for their next visit to Tahiti. |
Title: 2nd Part Ernie`s first Time
Tags: Fiction, Boy / Boy, Consensual Sex, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male
Content:
2nd Part Ernie`s first Time
I had meet Merve at the Movies and he had taken me home after he fucked in the park, and yes I did enjoy it.
The trouble was that he wanted me at his place on Saturday and as
I live only with my Mommy, as Daddy left when I was 8 Y.O, I had to find some way to get around Mommy so she would let me go and visit Merve. When Merve let me off at my place Mommy was still up, When I went into the bedroom Mommy said to me “did you come home in that car, and who was it” “Yes, Mommy it was the brother of a friend of mine at school his name is Merve, I met him at the Movies he was on his own, when the Movie finished he asked me if I wanted a lift, so I said yes so I could get home quicker so you wouln`t worry”.
“You are a good boy Ernie, come here and give Mommy a kiss Good-Night”, when I got near her, she pulled me onto the bed with her and as soon as I got near her I knew Mommy had been drinking, as I have on few occasions undressed Mommy and put her to bed, because she was drunk, so I let Mommy kiss me as she liked kissing me and making a fuss over me , and I did like looking at her as she was very lovely, and she liked it when I told her how beautiful she was.
Then I said to Mommy, “ Merve has invited me around to his place tomorrow, as I told him I was having trouble with my school work and he wants to help me, he said I could stay the night if it was alright with you, I know you wanted to go to your sisters (my aunty) so this would be a good chance for you”.
“Oh yes my darling Ernie that would just work out good for me as you know I like visiting her, and I would stay overnight, and maybe your Uncle Bruce can come and stay with us as your Aunty is going away”.
We said good-night and when I went into my bedroom I couldn`t get my cloths off quick enough as I wanted to get nude so I could look at myself in front of the big mirrors, as soon as I did my cock started to get hard so I stood there in front of the full length mirrors and started to pull myself as Merve had shown me, but I was not satisfied I had to do something else, then it came to me what about something up my Bum as I pulled myself, so I crept along the hallway to Mommies room and I looked into her bedroom and her light was still on but she was asleep so I went over to her dressing table and in the bottom drawer was where she keep her vibrator, so I said to myself that is what I need. When I got back to my room , I stood in front of the mirror and as I bent over a bit I tried to work the vibrator up my Bum but I was having trouble, so I did what Merve did to help his lovely cock slide into my Bum and that was to put plenty of baby-oil on the Vibrator, yes it worked with a bit of pain, as the vibrator was bigger than Merve`s Cock, but I thought if it is bigger, Merve will find it easier when he next Fucked me. I Fucked and pulled myself twice before I started to get into bed, it was so lovely perving on myself.
No I didn`t get into my pyjamas I slept in the Nude, as I wanted to feel my nakeness in bed, it took me no time to go to sleep, and the dreams I had were of me and Merve Dancing around in the park Nude, also of him Fucking me. When I awoke next morning I rushed the Vibrator back to my Mommies room and luck happened she was still asleep.
I quickly went down to the kitchen and made Mommy a cup of tea, as I know that she loves it after getting herself tipsy, when I arrived back to her room, she kissed me and told me I was her good boy and she was pleased she could help me last night, I said “ I don’t know what you mean Mommy, how did you help me last night”
“ didn`t you come into my room last night and borrow something out of my Dressing Table and then return it ”. With that I went as red with embarrassment, but Mommy held onto me, kissing me, Saying “ don’t you worry about it Ernie as I watched you enjoying yourself, you are just like your Daddy when he was here he loved going out and finding a man to have Sex with, I should have told you a long time ago what your Daddy was like, but I thought things would be different, but now I know how much you like other things I shall get you your own personal Vibrator, also I know you only just turned 13 years old, but how did you know what to do, has someone taught you, Ernie you can tell me, I wont scold you, I just want to make sure you are safe”.
“Well Mommy you know I said Merve brought me home, well he did but he has no little brother, it was Merve who has taught me and Mommy I loved it very much what he did to me and I want more, that is why I want to go and see and be with him”. “ If that is what you want I will talk to him and see that he is alright for you” .
I told Mummy his name and where he lived and she looked him up in the phone book and rang. He came straight around and Mummy spoke to him then I came into the room and he came over and kissed me and we left to go around to his place, Mummy said “ I will see you when I get back home and she smiled and said enjoy your time with Merve.
When we walked into Merve`s place he started to take off his cloths and I followed , sheading all my cloths, when we were Nude, Merve carried me upstairs into what I thought was his bedroom, but instead it was his Daddies bedroom, as he had always slept with him.
He carried me over to the King size bed and layed me on it, by this time my cock was nice and hard so Merve took hold of it and started to suck it, in no time at all I had a big thrill. Then Merve said your mommy told me you borrowed her Vibrator last night and Fucked yourself with it, I think you like being Fucked, so if that the case roll over onto your belly as you are in for a great Fucking time with a lot of surprises. I couldn`t roll over quick enough to get Merve`s cock up my Bum, this time it didn`t hurt so I backed onto his cock and he was really fucking me hard, we were both enjoying fucking and being Fucked when all of a sudden the room was well lite, and there was Merve`s Daddy ( his name Ken) with a movie Camera, filming us Fucking also there was another man there who was Merve`s uncle, (his Name Pete) they were both Nude and I smiled at them both as I looked at there cocks , Pete came over to the side of the Bed , and I edged over so I could take hold of Peters cock and while Merve was Fucking me I was sucking on Peters bigger than Merve`s Cock, and at the same time Ken was filming us, then Merve exploded his spunk up my bum, oh that felt so good and with that cock I was sucking on as I pulled myself off, I was the 13 y.o. nude Fuck to be gangbanged by three men. Pete told me to take it a little easy sucking him as he wanted to cum a few times with me, so I decided to put on a show for them, Merve had told me his Father had bought him his own personal Vibrator when he wanted to be Fucked more, this was what gave me the idea about my Mummies Vibrator, when I wanted to Fuck myself last night, so I said to Merve will you get me your Vibrator so he took it out of the Bedside Drawer. While Ken had the Camera on me filming me, I started to Fuck myself, and the more I Fucked the horner I got, I said to Merve if I am staying here this weekend you will have to get more cocks for me as you three will not keep me satisfied the whole weekend. With that Peter said “ I will ring a few mates up we should get you about 15 to 20 “ “ Thanks , that might be enough but will you see about getting me a big Black Cock to Fuck me as I want to finish on something nice and big. They loved perving on me, here I was a 13 y.o Nude Boy, with three men naked, with nice big Hard Cocks ready to Fuck little me, then it happened I shoot my first wad of CUM and Merve was first to lick it up for me, but he let me taste a little of it, which tasted just nice and salty/sweet.
Ken handed the camera over to Merve, and told his son to film him Fucking his little Fuck, so while his Son was filming, there was Daddy with his Big Cock up my Bum, his was the biggest cock but he poked it into my Bum with no trouble at all, Merve`s Daddy lifted me up off the bed, and held me so he could lower me down on his cock, he judged it perfect as his cock went straight up my Bum Hole, OH what a feeling it is, he fucked me that way for a lot longer than I thought he would, and I was so pleased enjoying that Cock, Ken knew I was so happy getting his Cock into me, that is why he would slow up so he wouldn`t CUM, that way he could enjoy me more.
Then he put some pillows on the bed for me to lay on so my Bum was right up in the air, he lowered himself down on me as he slid his Cock up my Bum, he rode me well Fucking my Little Bum, “yes Merve`s Daddy could really Fuck well and I think Merve watching his Dad Fuck me really was getting turning him on, because his cock was rock hard again, but he continued to film us bringing the Camcorder in for close up shoots of his Daddy cock slidding in and out of my Bum.
Then what happened next was just wonderful, Ken said to his Son “don’t miss this get close shots as our dainty little 13 y.o. Fuck, he is going to enjoy swallowing all my CUM, with that he pulled his Big cock out of my Bum and told me to suck it.
I got his cock into my mouth before he started to CUM , he pulled my head hard down onto his cock just as he started to blew big lots of spunk into my mouth I swallowed his CUM as fast as I could but some was leaking out the side of my mouth.
When he finished he took hold of my little cock and started to suck me the strength of his sucking on my cock was wonderful, as he was trying to suck my cock right down his throat, his son gave the camera to his Uncle so they could keep filming us. Then Merve was behind me rubbing his cock up against my bum, I loved the feel of a cock against my Bum and as soon as his dad sucked me off I was laying on the bed with my bum in the air so Merve could get more of his cock up my Bum, which I knew he liked.
Then it was his turn to fuck me, I said to Merve “the more you fuck me the more I want to be with you all the time as I am starting not to like you but to LOVE you, also I want to be your fuck all the time, your BUM-BOY if that pleases you, so fuck me teach me how to do everything Sexy for you”.
With that Merve started to Cum and fill my Bum-Hole with his hot spunk, I backed onto him as hard as I could so I wouldn`t miss a drop.
Will Ernie be able to take on all the other men and a big black Cock
See the 3rd part |
Title: 2nd time
Tags: True Story, Anal, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Group Sex
Introduction:
after word got around at work about what had happened.....
Content:
I was apprehensive about going into the office on Monday and at first I thought things would go smoothly. It wasn't until I found a Xerox of someone's spread ass on my desk, upon returning from the bathroom, that I knew that I could forget about things being quiet.
Everytime that someone looked at me funny I became paranoid.
It was ten minutes before twelve when the phone rang.
"What are you doing for lunch?" Alan asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Want to join us?" he asked.
"Who is us?" I asked.
"You remember us from the other night don't you?" George chimed in.
"I...I ...." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"We'll meet you in the garage," Alan said.
I knew what they wanted and my ass was still sore from Friday night but I went down to the garage just the same. Alan, Ted, Mark, Stan and George were there as well as an older man named Larry. He had white hair and appeared to be in his sixties. They were standing around a Chevy van and when I came down the stairs they opened the door and got in. Alan got in the driver's seat and Ted got in the passenger seat. The other four got into the back of the van where they motioned for me to join them.
When I got into the back I saw that there was a mattress on the floor of the van. My cock started to get hard as I realized that they planned on fucking me during their lunch break.
"Get comfortable," Stan said as he unzipped his pants and let his erection spring forth.
I sat on the mattress.
"Do I have to spell it out?" Stan said, "get your fucking clothes off."
The other men looked at him and then at me.
I started to take off my shirt.
"Just get your pants off," Stan said, "we haven't got all day."
I stood up and took down my pants. When I removed my underwear they saw my erection.
"You really want it bad, don't you boy," Stan said.
I said nothing.
"Get on your hands and knees," Stan said as he came up behind me."
"I...I..."I started.
"Shut up," Stan said as he spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on the crack of my ass.
I felt him put the head of his cock against my hole. He put his hands on my hips and slowly pushed into me. It hurt but felt good at the same time.
"You are so fucking tight, cunt," Stan said as he began to slowly fuck me. I looked at the other men and they had their zippers down and were stroking their erections.
Stan started to pick up the pace and I felt him thrust into me once and hold his cock deep in my bowels as I felt the hot liquid squirt from his cock into me.
"Fuck," Stan said, "you are so fucking hot."
He pulled his cock out and Mark took his position behind me. He didn't say a word as he pushed his cock into my already dripping ass. He started pumping hard into me immediately. I was well lubricated from Stan's cum and I could hear the squishing sounds as Mark pumped into me. His cock bumped into my prostrate and I came, shooting onto the mattress.
"Fuck," Ted said, "this is too fucking hot, hurry up Mark, I need to fuck that ass."
With those words Mark gripped my ass and pumped hard as I felt him cumming in me.
He pulled out and I felt cum running down my thighs.
"We need to get him on his back so we can get two at a time going on him or we won't get back to work for another two hours," Alan said.
I was flipped onto my back as Ted lifted my legs and slipped easily into my ass and Larry straddled my face and lower his cock into my mouth. Larry started to fuck my mouth and I kept a hand on his cock so he wouldn't push the entire 7 inches down my throat.
I felt the van pull over and Alan got into the back while Stan got behind the wheel.
"Hurry up," Alan said.
Ted started fucking me harder and grunted as his cum joined his partners' in my bowels.
"Thataboy," Alan said as he pulled Ted off and pushed his cock into my ass.
"Holy shit," Alan said, "you are as greased as an axel."
Alan pumped into me for one minute like a jackhammer and grunted as he added his cum to the collection. When he pulled out the culmination of all of the men's deposits flowed down my thigh. I felt Larry's cock swell in my mouth and he gushed his salty load down my throat. I swallowed quickly but some ran down my cheeks.
When Alan stood up, George quickly took his place as the van pulled back into the garage at work.
"Hurry up," Stan was saying from the front seat, "I am ready to go again just watching you guys in the mirror."
George stood me up against the wall of the van and hammered into my ass for five minutes with all of the men sitting and watching. Finally George gripped my hips and pumped his load into my ass.
Stan quickly pulled George away and pushed his cock into me. He pumped into me as if he had not just fucked me twenty minutes earlier. Within three minutes he was cuming again.
I put my pants back on with shaky legs. I felt the cum running down my pants while I stood on the elevator. When I got to the office I went to the men's room and wiped as much of the cum out of my ass and off of the back of my pants.
I got back into the office and the phone rang.
"Save your lunch hour for us every day,'" Stan said. |
Title: 2nd time with Andy...... and Julie
Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blackmail, Blowjob, Boys/Teen Female
Introduction:
I had been avoiding Andy since he had forced me into sucking his cock in fact he made me suck him to orgasm a second time that morning after he had made me swallow my own cum
Content:
Since the day a week before when Andy had made me suck his cock (twice), I had kind of avoided him. It hadn’t stopped him looking at me knowingly and smirking whenever he saw me but there had been no further attention given to pleasuring him.
That evening, I had been out with some friends and got back late, letting myself back into the apartment quietly. I was tiptoeing towards my room when I heard his voice call from his room
“Hey John, is that you?” “Come in here”
Sighing to myself but knowing I couldn’t avoids him forever, I opened his door and stuck my head round. The sight that greeted me was surprising to say the least. Andy was sitting back on his bed, naked, together with an equally naked quite pretty brown haired girl. She was curvy nudging toward voluptuous with impressively large breasts with saucer sized darkish brown nipples, which she made no attempt to cover. She was curled slightly into him but was also showing a very curvy bum and nice shapely legs
Propped on her elbow, her other hand was gently masturbating Andy’s very erect cock. She looked at me in a lewd and slightly amused way as I took this all in.
“So this is Julie” Andy said “ I was telling her how well you sucked my cock and she wants to see you in action!!!”
I was lost for words, feeling the blood rush in my ears! He had TOLD this girl!! I felt like my life was crashing to the ground….
Julie giggled at my obviously shocked predicament “ Hi John, don’t worry your secret is safe with me, I think it’s a turn on to see a guy sucking cock, so long as you come and keep me happy you have nothing to worry about” She said in a sexy low voice
All the while she was keeping Andys cock at full mast, wanking it back and forth in a slow casual manner. Andy was leaning back smiling at me with a “what ya gonna do” look on his face “ See John “ He said “Nothing to worry about, just come in here and take your clothes off and show Julie what a good little cocksucker you are”
I stood there half in, half out of his room door not knowing what to do. The more I drank in the sight of all that flesh in front of me, the more I was becoming aroused. Julie had a really sexy body and I had already shown I was not averse to a mouthful of hard cock.
Julie must have taken my pause for resistance, she hardened her voice and spoke more sharply
“ You heard Andy!!” Get over here and do as you’re told or your secret wont be one for much longer!!”
I looked at her frowning face and reckoned she would be just the sort to destroy my life without a second thought. With little real choice I entered his room and shut the door. “That’s it good boy” she said now lets get those clothes off”
I took off my clothes under their interested gaze, my cock had grown at the thought off what I was going to do and was starting to tent my underwear. I lowered my final garment over my more than semi erect member
“Look at that” said Julie “ he is looking forward to this you can see!” I moved towards the end of the bed, Andy opened his legs wider showing his smooth balls below his nice hard dick still grasped in Julies hand “ That’s it, get in there” said Andy “show Julie how a cocksucker loves their job”
I lay down so my head was at Andy’s groin my face right in front of his shaft, Julie leant towards me so her head was close to his cock as well.
She angled his cock towards my lips “ Give my Andys cock a nice kiss hello” She said “ Show him how much you’ve missed it. Her dirty words just added to the state of arousal I was feeling as I lent in and planted a kiss on the crown of his cock head letting the kiss turn into a half open caress of his cock with my lips. Julie leaned even closer so I could feel her breath on my face. “ Oh my god” she whispered “That is SUCH a turn on. She angled Andys cock even further towards me. “”Suck him deeper, I want to see you suck him deeper.
Almost mesmerized by her closeness and fascination I opened my lips further and slowly sucked about 3 inches of his lovely hot rigid member into my mouth. My tongue automatically started to caress the flat underside as I sloppily drew him into the vacuum of my eager mouth. Andy groaned in pleasure “ Oh yes!!” “That feels good” he moaned “Keep doing that”
I didn’t need too much encouragement, my own cock was full and hard pressing into the bed as I slowly worked Andys length back and forth in my wet embrace. Julie was still slowly wanking the lower half of his shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth. As I raised up, she leant in and started to lick his cock shaft, I backed off a little more so I was just French kissing his knob head. Julies mouth moved up to join mine so that we were sharing a cock head kiss between us our tongues and lips occasionally brushing together as we worshipped Andys cock. “ My god "she said, breaking off,
"I need that in me now!!” She turned and threw her leg over Andy, facing him and presenting me for the first time a view of her beautiful plump pussy that was smooth and shaved from her mons and all the way round to her very sexy puckered brown asshole.
Andys cock was now trapped below her as she planted this gorgeous piece of woman kind directly into my face “Lets see how well you eat pussy, cocksucker” She cried. I needed no second invitation! I had never “had the pleasure” but had seen and read enough porn to help me through this!
I leant in smelling the musky aroma of her arousal, her pussy lips were already wet as I slowly licked the slippery moistness from the top of her clit back up towards her ass-hole. I revelled in the sexy fleshy flavour of her cunt, free to lick and suck on her as she wantonly crouched there with her ass boldly pushed out for my attention.
I licked again deeper than the first time slowly drawing my tongue up to just below her asshole " Oh yes she groaned" Thats it get your tongue in there and get me off. I pushed my face against her pussy and let my mouth and tongue tease and lick her untill she was pushing back into me, grinding her pussy hard as I tongued her juicy wet slit. Next I raised my aim a little and flicked out my tongue to touch her ripe brown bud! It tasted musky but not unpleasant, I was so turned on by this sexy girl I wanted to eat her asshole!! She gasped as my tongue slid round her ring, I felt it push out and pulse against my teasing tongue. " Oh my god he's licking my arsehole oh you dirty little fucker that is so hot!! As I continued worshipping her hole, I felt her move and saw she had grasped Andys cock and was now lowering her pussy down onto it. I had only dreamt of seeing the sex act this close up her fleshy wet cunt slipping over his cockhead like a mouth devouring it. Julie started to move up and down her sopping pussy sliding up and down Andy's hard and now slick cock, whilst I licked her asshole pushing my tongue into that back entrance. Julie turned slightly and said "I want your cock in my mouth."
I broke off and came round the bed to kneel up by her and Andy's head. He was licking and kissing one of those full swaying breasts, his mouth sucking as much nipple into his mouth as he could, then pulling the tip until it stretched under his suction and licking the centre nub. It was clearly driving her wild!
I brought my rock hard precum coated cock to her face hardly daring to believe that I was about to get my first blowjob. Julie sucked me in almost to the root of my 6 inch cock her mouth was soft and wet and her tongue was a frantic thing teasing all over my cock head and shaft as she rode Andy's length. I could hear her pussy as it squelched with juice. I felt my orgasm start to build Julies mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced before, she looked up into my face her eyes wide with lust and I could not contain myself any longer. I felt my cock twitch uncontrollably and I shot a huge spurt of cum into her throat Julie gulped my cum down as I shot a second then a third rope of cum into her voracious mouth. Julie took her mouth from my still twitching cock and pulled me into a deep sloppy kiss the taste of my cum all over her lips and tongue as she pushed it deep into my mouth. She finally broke off and pushed me back slightly as she rode Andys cock furiously bringing herself and him to orgasm. It seemed almost simultaneous that he gasped and released his load into her and she moaned and collapsed onto him.
Julie rolled off Andy her pussy releasing his cock with a wet plop, a snail trail of juices trickling across his thigh. I stared at her puffy slit showing a hint of cum and his still hard slick cock lying against his belly. Andy looked at me and followed my gaze " Looks like you have some cleaning up to do John" " Uh yeah, I'll get some tissue....." Andy Laughed " No cocksucker" You dont need tissue, you have a mouth that likes cock dont you??" I stared at him for a moment, then Julie caught on " Yes John Andy says you like cum lets see you get to it!!"
I felt my cock twitch again at the thought of what he wanted me to do and then knelt forward to lift his sticky cock to my mouth and start to lick it clean of his cum and her juices. Andys cock began to stir again under my eager licking. Julie suddenly chimed in " Hey theres more cum to clean up right here!" I looked across as she raised a leg and spread her pussy lips letting a little more of Andy's cum trickle out of her pussy and down the crack of her asshole.
" Ha yes " said Andy Julie needs a cleanup too" I was more than happy to now combine two of my desires a taste for cum and a new found taste for pussy!
I leaned in between her thighs and lowered my mouth down to the base of her cunt. Julie obligingly raising her knees back to expose more of her lovely sex and arse. so that i could lick the trail of cum leaking down across it. I loved the combination of juices that i took into my mouth Andy's salty thick cream and her female ejaculate slid down my throat as i Licked her from bottom to her clit. " Oh yes Andy" she cried "He is a a proper little cum cleaner isn't he?" Andy watched me licking his cream and her juices and his cock started to stiffen and rise " I think its time I showed you just how much of a cock slave he is" he said rubbing his shaft to bring himself to full glory " Julie get my cock nice and wet"
Julie needed no further urging, eagerly engulfing him and sucking him into her slutty mouth. Andy leaned in and slipped a finger past my mouth, into her gaping pussy he scooped cum and juice out, then proceeded to rub it into my asshole as i knelt at my task my excitement grew as he repeated this slowly rubbing and fingering my tight hole until he slipped a finger into me and continued to lubricate me fingering and stretching my ass until I was actually enjoying his attention the sensation of his finger invading me felt lewd and made me feel wanton and really turned on!!
Seeing me writhing under his touch Andy pulled his cock from Julies mouth, his cock drool coated and glistening from her work! He came behind me and pulled my hipsup to position my asshole so it was open and accessible, Julie pulled my head back into her mound leaning back and pushing her hips forward so my mouth was covering her wet slippery pussy. I started to lick at her lips and clit as I felt the fleshy bulbous hot touch of Andys cock press into the lubricated entrance to my tight hole.
I gasped as he pushed and slid the head into me. It felt so dirty and wrong but so sexy and hot at the same time. He slowly worked his cock deeper into me making me exhale into Julies puffy lips causing her to moan and writhe, her wet flesh smothering my mouth.
Andy grasped my hips more firmly and increased his tempo, causing his cock to work into me until he was fully buried in my ass! The feeling was incredible as my ring got used to the invasion I started to feel my cock bobbing and twitching almost on the point of orgasm.
"Oh my god Andy" said Julie " He's taking your cock right up his arse, fuck him like you fucked me!!!" Andy grunted and started to do just that building his rhythm as he fucked me harder and harder slowly withdrawing untill I felt his cock was almost fully out of me then pushing all the way in. He was fucking me sliding his cock in and out I felt impaled under his steel hard member.
Julie was really starting to get off as I frantically licked and sucked her clit. I was almost oblivious to what I was doing, as fixated as I was on the cock that was invading me. She was gasping and moaning bucking her cunt into my face and clutching my head firmly to direct my mouth. As she started to cum in waves Andy was now fucking me fast and hard abandoning himself to his own search for release, I could feel his balls slapping into my cheeks as he thrust faster then with a final thrust and groan he shot his load into my arse! The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced and my own cock spurted at the same moment shooting more of my cum onto the bed. I lay with my mouth resting on Julies pussy my face sticky with her juice as I felt Andys cock still twitching in the last throws of his orgasm deep inside me.
Andy slowly pulled his cock out and slumped down on the bed next to Julie. "Mmmm that was great, you can go now John " I bent to pick up my clothes" No said Julie, " you can get those tomorrow, here, you can wear this to go back to your room " and she threw her lacy thong at me. I didnt even argue put slipped the lacy garment over my semi erect cock and felt the thong part ride up my cum leaking ass, doing nothing to stop the wetness slowly running down the back of my thigh. They both looked at me.........on second thoughts said Andy, maybe you can stay....... |
Title: 2 - Bill's House
Tags: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Teen Female/Teen Female, Teen Male/Teen Females
Content:
Note: This happened shortly after the ending of “My Gym Teacher”, during the spring of tenth grade. Once again, names have been changed, but the characters and story are really what transpired, to the best of my recollection.
---------
Bill was my best friend growing up; I started going to this school in the second grade, and ever since the third grade, we were nearly inseparable. Being two guys who entered our teens right at the turn of the millennium, we were always into Nintendo 64 and then X-Box a little after it came out. On the off-chance that we didn’t have anything to do on a weekend, or if we came home drunk or stoned from a party, we could quite often be found in his basement playing Halo. Bill’s basement was pretty ideal for hanging out in; he had a big screen TV (one of the old kinds, big and with an enormous caboose) and two really comfortable beanbag chairs to sit in. His basement also had a ping pong table, its own bathroom, and a pretty nice guest room that I occasionally got to crash in if his parents didn’t mind.
One night in April or May, we arrived home a house party that had been broken up by the police after a neighbour called to report excessive noise. We were pretty bummed out about the situation for a couple reasons. Not only did we have to leave all our alcohol at the girl’s house, but we had to leave without any girls either – neither of which was on our evening’s agenda. When we got to Bill’s house, we joked around with his little brother for a little bit before grabbing a six-pack and heading down to our usual boredom-zone. Loading Halo, we were completely consumed in what we were doing in a matter of seconds, and had essentially tuned out the world for probably over an hour.
We were starting to zone out entirely, and I was definitely starting to feel the alcohol wear my body down, when Bill’s sister stumbled into the house, knocking over the small table in the front hall of the house. Slightly stirred out of my daze, I made a typical snarky remark about how I should go make sure Lisa was ok, and see if she needed any of my personal assistance. Fortunately, Bill was used to guys taking pot shots at his sister and her reputation as a slut. As early as junior high, Lisa was widely known in our school for having slept with at least five different guys. It’s not every day that you have a best friend whose sister is that loose, and I was a little miffed how the opportunity to get with her had never arisen, even after I had started going to the gym.
“What are you two losers doing home?” We were greeted by Lisa’s slurred affection.
“Cops showed up,” Bill managed to mumble, as we were rampaging our way through the hardest difficulty of the game. “Considering the neighbourhood we live in, you’d think they’d have more important crimes to worry about than a few underage kids having a good time. What were you guys up to tonight?”
“Not much of anything, either. We were at a party until Ray had to leave because he broke curfew too many times. His parents won’t let him have the car out past midnight,” she explained.
I finally turned and realized that Lisa was leaning on her friend Charlotte for support – they were clearly hammered. My brief look had turned into a lingering stare, and it wasn’t until Bill shouted an obscenity that both of our characters had died. The image I had been staring at was one of pure carnal imagination. Before me stood Lisa at 5’3”, with her dimpled smile, green eyes, and brown hair with soft blonde highlights. Charlotte was no slouch either – she was on the track and volleyball teams and it definitely showed. Standing at about 5’11”, she had chestnut eyes to match her long, straight hair. The best thing about Charlotte, however, was that her legs seemed to go forever.
“I need to pass out soon,” I was roused from my trance as Bill mumbled his exhaustion.
Charlotte laughed, walking over to Bill and sitting down on top of him as though he were a chair.
“Poor baby is all tired”, she cooed at him, and wiggling her hips. It wasn’t uncommon for Lisa and her friends to tease us like this.
As Lisa stumbled towards me, I figured she was going to mimic her friend and begin to mock us for our failed evening of debauchery. After tripping a few times, she managed to finally approach my beanbag chair. As she was moving in to likely ape her friend, she fell and reached out to stop herself from taking a nosedive right into my groin. I quickly choked, stifling a groan, as her hand had landed right on my semi-erect penis.
“Goddamnit, Lisa,” Bill scolded – while he was used to his friends hitting on his sister, nothing had ever happened before, even by accident.
Quickly regaining her balance and composure, Lisa flipped her brother off before straddling me and trying to be what I had to guess was erotic. She was probably too drunk to realize that she was just lightly slapping my face with her hair, and not at all moving her hips.
Charlotte burst into laughter at her friend’s poor pseudo-seduction tactics. “You’re such a slut,” she muttered as she rose from Bill, making sure to momentarily rest her tight ass inches from his face. “Come on, my mom is picking me up at eight in the morning.”
“My stuff is already in the guest room, Charlotte.” I had laid claim to the room earlier because I had assumed I would be bringing a girl home that evening.
“So get it out of there, asshole. That room is mine whenever I stay over, you know that.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” I chuckled. “Whether or not you’re in that room, I’m gonna be crashing there in a few minutes.”
“Whatever, nerd.” She shot me a death stare before her and Lisa began to fall up the steps out of the basement.
I leaned over to Bill who was already half-asleep. “Dude, I’m gonna go crash before she decides to come back down and throw my shit in the hall.”
“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave a note to see if we can maybe get waffles for breakfast or something.”
The last few beers I’d had since we got home from our misadventure had evidently gotten to me while I had been seated in the comfort of the beanbag chair. The room began to spin slowly, as I struggled to gain some sense of direction. Opting to crawl, a moment later I dragged myself into the bathroom to relieve myself before finally stripping to my boxers and making it to bed. I was out like a light within moments.
I awoke suddenly, very aware that I wasn’t alone anymore. The room was pitch black, as it had been when I passed out, and there was not even a hint of daylight behind the ground-level windows that the room contained. I was about to just loll back to sleep, when I caught the slightest sound of movement.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” I heard all of a sudden. The hushed tone had brought me to alertness immediately, despite my still slightly inebriated state.
“Shut up, or I’m gonna do this by myself,” a new voice responded. This was definitely Charlotte – despite being a whisper, her baritone voice was quite distinct.
“I don’t even know why you’re here. I’m the one who felt it,” the first voice said indignantly. This must have been Lisa.
“There’s no fucking way I’m passing up on this if it’s true, so you can just go fuck your brother for all I care,” Charlotte forcefully countered.
The voices and shuffling continued to get closer as I tried to piece together what the fuck was going on. At first thought, I assumed they were trying to screw with me in some fashion – probably drawing a dick on my face as is usually the case when parties get out of control.
“I can’t even make anything out. How are we supposed to do this?”
“Lisa. The more noise you make, the more likely he is to wake up. Shut up and help me roll him over - I think he’s on his stomach.”
While my panic at what was about to happen quickly increased, the next clue was a little too obvious for me to miss, even in my tipsy state.
“I’ll pull gently and you lift and turn, Lis. I wanna see if it’s even close to as big as you said it was.”
“He didn’t feel that hard, and he was probably already as big as Ray,” Lisa responded.
Finally cluing in that they were talking about my penis, I immediately began to think about how I could take advantage of the situation. As best as I could understand, they were simply going to just take a look to confirm their suspicions. I let myself become a crash-test dummy, pretending to be completely limp and unconscious.
As they turned me over I heard Lisa mumble something about light.
“If he wakes up and sees what we’re doing, we’re fucked. Leave it off,” Charlotte commanded.
I slowly felt my boxers being tugged down – no great feat seeing as I was not lifting my hips to help them at all. Finally, they had them far enough down that I could feel a slight chill in my now exposed package. I shivered and bit my tongue as I felt a hand slowly graze my flesh, looking for its prize.
“Lisa, give me your hand,” Charlotte instructed, the excitement in her voice easily detectable.
Suddenly, I felt enough fingers for two hands sensually making their way over my quickly hardening member.
“Jesus Christ, Lis. He’s way bigger than Ray.”
Deciding to see how far this situation was going, I let them continue to run their hands along my now hard cock. One hand was removed briefly, quickly returning damp and slightly sticky.
“What the fuck are you doing, Charlotte,” Lisa hissed.
“Relax, girl. He hasn’t woken up yet, he probably won’t at all.
“You’re gonna jerk him off while he sleeps?”
“I’d love to do more than that, but I don’t think I could just get right on top of him without him waking up,” Charlotte sighed. “Go turn the dimmer on the lights real low and then turn the lights on.”
I heard shuffling once more, and acted even more comatose than before.
“Oh my God,” I heard Charlotte moan as she finally got to see what she was working with. “Lis, this has gotta be eight or nine inches!”
“I told you he was probably huge. Are you done yet? He could wake up any second.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck this cock right now. You’re such a slut, you’d probably beg him if he were awake.”
“Of course I wanna fuck it, but he’s Bill’s best friend. Bill would hate me if Rob started coming over to see me instead of him.”
“You don’t have to date him, dipshit.” Charlotte’s grip tightened as she began to slowly pump my cock with rhythm.
I fought natural temptation so hard at that moment to not begin thrusting into her hand. I heard her spit, and her second hand began to stroke my pulsing cock.
“What are you gonna do when he cums?” Lisa asked from the door.
“You mean if he cums. He’s so drunk he hasn’t even woken up yet, so he probably won’t cum for a long time.”
More shuffling, as Lisa made her way back to the bedside.
“I should get my phone out,” Charlotte whispered.
“What are you gonna do with a picture of a dick?”
“I dunno. Your brother said Rob hasn’t been getting any for a while now,” she mumbled, her brain trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for snapping a photo. “Maybe he could get with me.”
“And what about me? You wouldn’t even be down here if I hadn’t grabbed it earlier.”
“You grabbed it by accident, Lisa. Your drunk ass was about to give him an accidental blowjob the way you were falling.”
I felt third set of fingers gingerly stroking my engorged head, the sensations tingling all the way down to my balls. I decided now was the time to act.
Opening my eyes just enough to get a quick look at the scene, I saw Lisa to my left, Charlotte on my right, both toying my cock and completely oblivious to the idea that anyone could be watching it unfold, least of all me.
I quickly shot both of my hands out, catching both of their wrists and sitting upright.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” I demanded harshly, scaring the crap out of them.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Lisa squealed, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.
Interestingly, Charlotte’s free limb had continued to pump me. I looked over to her and noticed that she was staring directly at me.
“Look who’s finally up,” she taunted.
“I’ve been awake since you two came in here. I knew Lisa was a slut, but I had no idea you were both so hard for cock that you’d cum jerk off a guy who’s passed out.”
Lisa looked down in shame, starting to whimper slightly.
“Take it easy, Lisa. I won’t rat you out to your parents for being such a whore,” I reassured her.
“What about Bill?”
“I don’t see why the three of us can’t have some fun. Who needs to know,” I told her.
Letting go of Charlotte’s wrist, she quickly returned to pumping me with both hands. I took my newly freed hand and grabbed Lisa’s other wrist, pulling her towards me. Her conscience had clearly lost this battle as she moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced.
I grabbed Charlotte’s hand, motioning for her to join me, as I pulled Lisa’s head away from my own, guiding her towards my waiting cock. Charlotte bit my lip, her right hand still tightly gripping the base of my shaft, before she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Pulling away, I noticed her jealously staring at Lisa as she began to greedily suck me off.
“Hey,” I said, getting both of their attention. “Don’t you dare stop sucking, Lisa, but why am I the only one naked?”
Charlotte quickly ripped her clothes off, revealing her pert breasts, probably a large B cup. Holding Lisa’s head in place, I leaned over and grabbed Charlotte’s nipple into my mouth, sucking and then nibbling lightly, before clamping it between my teeth. I slapped her tit with my free hand as she pulled her panties off. She stood over me, letting me see her perfect ass for the first time, before she knelt down with one leg on either side of my head.
“Just because you caught us, doesn’t mean you’re in control,” she moaned, as my tongue gently lapped at her clit.
I felt Lisa remove herself from my penis, quickly replaced by Charlotte, leaning over to put us into a very hot sixty-nine. Reaching up, I pulled her cheeks apart to get a good look at her asshole while I tongued her pussy.
All of a sudden, I felt something new. My right nut had been vacuumed into a mouth, as my cock was still buried in Charlotte’s mouth. I wildly bucked my hips at the new sensation, before gaining control of my body and continuing to fuck Charlotte with my mouth.
“I’ve gotta have this in me,” I heard Lisa grunt from somewhere near the bottom of the bed.
Reluctantly, Charlotte separated her mouth from my cock, before I felt Lisa impale herself on it.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed, definitely way louder than was probably safe. Even though we were in the basement, enough noise would have woken someone for sure. She quickly began to lift her hips up, before crashing down onto my pelvis. I quickly met her speed, thrusting up every time I felt her reach the apex of her ascent, causing my cockhead to pound into her cervix. Her pussy was gripping me like it was trying to strangle the last breaths from within, as we fucked like a jackhammer.
Charlotte was playing Lisa’s nipples while this was going on, and was unaware of my next move. I pushed on the small of her back, making her lean forward some more, before pulling her back so her asshole rested right on top of my mouth. Spitting at the brown ring, I stabbed at her sphincter with my tongue, causing her to flail atop me. Unsure of whether she found this appealing, or was trying to escape, I continued my assault. Shoving my thumb in my mouth, I quickly pushed it into her trembling anus.
“Oh my fucking God, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned, biting her lip as her body started to get a little tighter.
Lifting her off of me, I grabbed Lisa, and rolled her onto her back, so her fatter breasts were flopping about while I continued to pound into her pussy. Continuing this for a moment, I noticed Charlotte on her hands and knees beside me, her ass just feet from my face. I quickly pulled out of Lisa’s hot pussy, and shoved myself into Charlotte’s surprisingly tight pussy in one thrust.
Grabbing Lisa’s face, I shoved four fingers into her mouth, which she readily accepted. Reaching over, I shoved them into her pussy or a few seconds, before returning them to her mouth. She wretched at first, before sucking them each, one at a time. I quickly put my thumb into her mouth, before leaning back and shoving it back into Charlotte’s slightly loosened asshole.
A low, guttural moan escaped Charlotte’s throat as her pussy began to convulse on my cock, clamping repeatedly as she came. Her juices seeped out around my cock as she screamed into the blankets, while I continued to push my thumb in and out of her slowly loosening asshole.
When she finally finished climaxing, her head still buried in the blankets, I grabbed Lisa’s head as I pulled it out of Charlotte’s abused pussy. Met with no resistance, I rose on the bed and dragged her to the edge of it on her back, before laying her down with her head over the side of the bed. Knowing what was coming, a wicked grin briefly spread over her lips before she opened wide and let me fuck her face.
She gagged a lot more than I had anticipated, spitting up a little on my dick. I grabbed her throat, and this time gently worked my cock into her mouth a few times, before gently pushing on her throat. Anticipating my cock, her throat slowly gave way, allowing my balls to start slapping her nose and eyes. Keeping my hand tightly on her throat, I felt my own hard cock pushing into it from outside as her face quickly became drenched with her own spit and my sweat.
Charlotte had fully recovered from her orgasm and had started flicking Lisa’s clit with her tongue. The moan Lisa emitted sent shockwaves up my cock, and I had to pull out to avoid coming right then. Lisa bit her lip, her face soaked with spit, sweat, and my precum, as I began to rub my cock all over her face.
I climbed back onto the bed, dragging her head with me. Sensing the shift in weight on the bed, Charlotte looked at me, then back at the exhausted Lisa. Grabbing Charlotte by the hips, I pulled her overtop of Lisa and forced her into a sixty-nine with her best friend. As Charlotte continued her task, Lisa’s legs temporarily shot together. Seconds later, they parted again as her pussy squirted her orgasm all over the bed.
“FUCK,” she wailed into Charlotte’s pussy.
I lifted Charlotte momentarily, to allow myself to plunge into her sweet velvet glove for a moment, dropping her back onto Lisa’s lapping tongue and lining my cock up with her asshole. Before she could protest, I shoved my cock halfway into her ass before being met with resistance.
Her cry muffled by Lisa’s knees, I slowly began to pump further and further into her asshole, until I was resting against her cheeks, all eight and a half inches deep inside the hottest hole I had ever felt. Charlotte began to meet my thrusts, pushing back slightly as I drove harder and harder into her ass. I could feel my balls start to boil again as Lisa exploded for a second time, flooding the bed once more. Feeling ready to burst, I quickly pulled out of Charlotte’s asshole before cumming all over her ass and Lisa’s face, adding to the mess. Charlotte quickly spun around, licking my cum off Lisa’s face, before sharing a passionate kiss with Lisa.
“Holy shit that was incredible,” I sighed, trying to catch my breath.
Pulling herself from Lisa, Charlotte uttered in agreement.
We were all strewn about the bed trying to regain our composure a little bit when all heard the distinct sound of a door being latched closed. |
Title: 2 AM Fucking
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
Lust and horny
Content:
Sometimes... you know, sometimes, I do, Nhu just wants to fuck. Don't get her wrong. She means it's true, she loves to suck and to stroke and to lick and to bite, gnaw, nibble, to grind, rub. But truly? Yes. In all honesty, sometimes she just wants to fuck. For now Nhu is a painted tiger, roaring fucking beast, tigress, striped and with her head, upper body, pressing deeply down into the dry earth and her haunches open and raw. Raw and naked and up and open. Feral. She spreads herself into her position and she waits. She waits for me to pounce on her. Nhu loves that moment. That moment when, with nothing but an acknowledged something, nod, touch, feeeling, electric charge, it begins. Nhu is in bed. Calm. Asleep. But not.
She hears me breathing, gentle, behind her, and she feels her mood heighten and heat rising and wettness. She needs? Nothing. But to be fed. And so, she does. I'm asleep, or not, and her most definitely awake, she lies face down on our bed, pillow to one side, and she buries her face into the sheet. Flat down, from face to lower rib cage, she raises her ass into the air, and she waits. No breath. Take a hint. Here she is tiger-boy. Paint my wild man stripes on, and come dance with her. And that's it. That moment.
No words, I awake. Sleepy-boy. Awake. I roll on round, slowly, on me knees behind her. No words. No words. Hush. Kneel. Kneel down behind my Asian tiger-girrrl.
In the dark, instinct, I grab those hips of hers, getting her position just so. I slap her ass. Once. Sharp. Hard. Alive. Awake. Then I slide two fingers into her slippery-wet pussy, testing the waters. Nhu wants my hard long thick cock. Just do it. Nhu just do it, babe. She needs to be filled. She sticks her stripy haunches back a little to meet my touch. Pushing her face into the mattress, as she pushes my fingers into her. I slip and slide my fingers, in, out, making her purr. She purrs and pushes. No hissing, Oh no, even untamed, she does not bite the hand that feeds her. I line her up; her tight wet pussy directly in front of me. Grabbing her ass, I push in. Pause, leaning myself over her, grabbing her tits hard, I squeeze hearing her purr. I slam into her. She wants to be fucked rough and hard. My cock thrusting in and out of her tight feline pussy, slow at first, I'm leaning over her, thrusting slow like a piston building up speed. She grips the sheet in her fists anticipating the hard thrusts. Her pussy holding so hard and tight, onto me. Clamping down like a vise. She pushes back to meet my thrust. Feeling the side of her soft cheek rasp against the bed, her breasts, nipples, violently rubbing on the sheet as I slam my rhythm into her. As I slam relentlessly in and out untamed.
Then she raises up onto her straightened arms, hands splayed on either side of her. She is pushing back to meet my hard deep thrusts, stroke after stroke. I'm riding her like a bitch in heat, slamming into her, and she thinks? Nothing, not one thing. She feels, every deep stroke stretching her. Just then with renewed strength, she pushes back to meet my force, and looking down at where her breasts hang and bounce with my pounding. She watches them swaying, oh babe, she briefly smiles to herself, fucking happy so satisfied. My cock slamming into her hard and deep, feeling every beautiful stroke rubbing the tender walls in her tight tunnel, so fine, she feels her upper chest and face flush, and my swinging balls slapping her clit and lips. She is lost, enveloped, in the moment. Stopping her own thrusting, pausing, still, letting my rhythm be the rhythm of her, while her roaring raw pussy squeezes tighter around and onto me. She is purring as my last hard thrusts slam into her. She is now, slamming back and meeting my rhythm.
Then I slam all the way in holding still as I explode sending stream after stream of cum inside her, she feels my cock throbbing and jerking as she squeezes, milking me dry, as my cum fills her. She collapses down onto the bed, I'm laying on top of her back, and then I slide out of her. She is laying on the bed, I got up kissing her deeply while squeezing her tight ass. I'm standing in the bathroom when Nhu comes in, she grunts as I place her on the vanity spreading her legs and grind my cock into her pelvis. " Come on, stop playing around and fuck me, you bastard," she moans in my ear. " Hell no, I've got to taste that pussy first—I've been waiting much too long."
I pull her hips to the edge of the vanity sliding my hands up until they are cupping her ass cheeks. Her pussy—with the same jasmine aroma mixed with the scent of sex from our previous fucking is right in front of my tongue. I slowly lick her pussy lips then my tongue dives in, her bare ass is rubbing the counter top. I lap up her juices sliding in and out of her cunt, and she shoves her hips back in my face. I slide my middle finger back down the crack of her ass until it got to her tight asshole, I use the copious juices flowing out of her cunt to lube my finger then shoving it into her tight ass all the way past the second knuckle. " Unnnhh, O God. Fuck yes keep fucking my ass with your finger baby...I'm gonna cum all over your face you bastard, don't you dare stop licking my cunt."
" Fuck...fuck...FUCK!!!" Her legs wrapping around my head as she came and I tasted her cum on my tongue. It took her a few minutes for her to calm down, when she did she is as horny as before. " Give me that big cock, let me suck you dry..." She pushes me away as she slides off the vanity. I stand with my legs apart as she kneels in front of me, I shove my hard cock down her throat, balls-deep. Damn, this bitch can suck cock, I thought as I start to fuck her face. My balls are full of cum and I had to empty them in her mouth. She slurps me into her mouth as she sucks hard. I feel her middle finger at my tight anal ring as she slowly slides it into my ass. Just as her finger begins to massage my prostate, I erupt. She swallows every last drop as I grunt my climax. She licks her way back up my chest and gives me a cum-filled kiss as she said, " When you recover, you can have my ass too." She turns leaving the bathroom.
Later, " Mmph.. fuck, where is it," I hear Nhu say under her breath. Her back arched more as she tries to get her arm further under the bed, oblivious to me approaching her from behind, oblivious that I had quietly closed the door behind me. It is when I drop down to my knees, my legs on on either side of hers and her ass just inches from my crotch, that she feels my hands on her ass cheeks realizing I'm there. She tries to back out from under the bed, grinding her butt straight back into my cock. I know she can feel how hard it is, pressing against the mound of her pussy, through those tight panties of hers. I know she feels my hands as they grip and squeeze her ass. " What the FUCK?" Her voice is high pitched and distressed. Her hands went into little balls and she tries to punch back at me, but the angle is all wrong with her head and shoulders under the frame of the bed. She barely reaches me, and my grip on her hips keeps her from turning sideways enough to get out. Definitely not the scenario she wanted, but I can't stop myself.
Holding her still with one hand, I grab my belt with the other. I easily and quickly unbuckle and unzip with one hand dropping my pants to the floor. My cock head instinctively presses straight against her pussy, before sliding up and resting between the cheeks of her ass. I'm mesmerized by the sight as I watch all 9 inches sliding back and forth in the crack of her ass, straining against her panties. " John, what the fuck, get the fuck off me, let me go, what the fuck are you doing," Nhu is frantic and more out of breath than when she had been rummaging under the bed. Her fists are swinging wildly, sometimes connecting with my thighs or my knees, she didn't have the leverage to do anything significant. I rub my thumb against her pussy lips, the down her clit, stroking slowly through her sheer panties. I know even if she didn't want it, I can get her body burning. I'm getting her wet for me. It isn't long before her body responds, a direct conflict against the anger in her voice as she yells at me; my thumb is getting more and more moist with her pussy juices leaking through her panties. Her back arches as she tries to pull away; my cock is throbbing.
I can't stand waiting anymore. I peel her panties off her ass and down her thighs. Her ass is so hot naked than it is clothed - so tight, so smooth, I give it another squeeze before I jam my cock back into her now-naked crack. She is all the angrier as I grind into her naked ass, humping against her. " John, stop, my ass is virgin and I have never allowed any man to touch my ass." I chuckle a little at the mouth on her, but it won't go unpunished. I lift my hand slapping her ass as hard as I can, leaving a red hand print. She yelps and would have squirmed away if not for me holding her still. Nhu screams, " FUCK YOU!" I spank her again, just as hard. " FUCK!" Slap. " YOU!" Slap. " Fuck..." Smack. "... you..." Smack. Exhausted and out of breath from the pain, she lays there, panting and squirming in every direction with the little energy she has left. She isn't going anywhere. I admired her back, still arched, her dark hair in a mess all around it, her panties down to her knees.. her ass pushed up and lewdly displaying her perfect pussy, almost dripping wet. It feels so warm.
I lift myself up to get better leverage, taking hold of my cock pressing the head against her pussy. Feeling the reality of her situation again, her strength came back and she fights back... but in her struggle to back out from the bed, she ends up impaling herself on my cock. Half of it slides in because of what she did, so I take advantage of my higher position to shove in the rest. I hear the wind get knocked out of her as my pelvis slams into her butt. " My Asian Tigeress, your pussy's so tight." It grips my cock like a vise tightening down on it . I grab her ass with both hands and, without giving her a second to adjust, slamming all nine inches into her. The sound of my hips slamming into her ass sounds as loud as thunder, and my cock growing harder with every thrust. " Fuck you, I'm not your Asian Tigeress!" Her body is betraying her, and she is whimpering with defeat. As much as she hates it, her pussy loves it. Her hips are slowly rotating back into my thrusts, trying to keep all of my cock inside of her. I'm fucking her like a wild animal, it feels so good to be balls deep in this Asian model's pussy again.
I know by now she is too exhausted to go anywhere. Without removing my cock from her, I back up pulling her with me, dumping her on top of the bed face down, flat on her belly. She struggles, but her failing energy can't overpower my hold on her. With a hand on her back, I got " back in the saddle," so to speak. I straddle her hips finally reaching both arms around her, hands under her top. I squeeze each of her tits in my palms, I roll her nipples between my fingertips, but I never stop fucking her as hard and deep as I can. " You can't..." She grunted. " No..." Whimper. " Please stop..." Moan. Her moan came with the wettest orgasm I've felt from a woman. Her pussy squeezing me harder than before, so much so that I'm afraid I was going to cum. At the same time, I feel and hear the liquid squirting from her pussy, her own juices flooding out around my cock and onto the sheets. Her hips stopped moving, she is spent and humiliated. But I'm not done. Our earlier fuck session was foreplay, I pull my cock out of her, literally dripping with her juices. I know where I want to cum. That beautiful ass had been the first thing I saw when I came in and that is what I'm going to have this time. She can't form words to object as I push the head into her asshole, only whimper and try to squirm away.
At this point I didn't hear her. I'm focused on coming in her tight ass. Getting my grip back on her tits, I hold her firmly in my arms shoving my entire cock into her tight virgin ass. With as much of her juices that had splashed onto her ass and as much as is on my cock, it didn't take much. Her asshole stretching around me is even better than her pussy. So so tight. I'm practically laying on top of her, her ass nestled up into my crotch, my entire cock up her ass. I lick and bit her ear, breathing hard. " You like my dick in your ass, baby? Still want to fight?" I can't tell if she is crying, but she whimpers and tries to pull away. That is enough for me to start slamming her ass with the same treatment I gave her pussy. " Stop... it hurts,your to big, John." her little fists clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles are white. I fucked her harder. I pull all the way out with just the head lodged in her ass, then plunging all the way in for the satisfying " smack " of skin against skin. Just like before, it wasn't long until she is pushing back.
" I'm going to fill your slutty little tight ass with so much cum," I growl into her ear. I slam her hard as I mau her tits in my hands, bruising her ass with my hips... until finally I groan, and coming harder than I'd cum before. I'm seeing stars from how satisfying it is, churning up from my balls and what seems like gallons streaming into her ass. Every time I thought I was spent, another jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I shoot a more into her. I collapse on top of her when all done, breathing like I'd just run a marathon. Feeling a little guilty, I look down at Nhu, turning her face towards me. She has completely passed out, somehow still looks as hot as ever. Thinking back to a thought I had when I entered, I got off of her pulling her to the edge of the bed. I see my cum dripping out of her ass and smile. I easy my semi-hard cock back into her wet pussy, I thrust three or four times then slide out.
" Thanks, Nhu." I pull my jeans back up tucking my cock in, tried to sort myself out as best I can before I sneak out of her room and into the hall. As exhausted as I'm, I leave. |
Title: ( 2 ) beach fun for all
Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bestiality, Cum Swallowing, Fisting, Group Sex, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
we never got to swim much
Content:
I loved taking my wife to the nudist beach, espically mid week, when it was mainly just guys there, we had found a nice spot just in the dunes where we could still see the water, but had some privacy, it didnt take long for the guys to know a good looking woman was on the beach, as often they would walk along with us, to see where we sat,
I always took a large blanket, spreading it out we both lay naked, Joy with her legs open for every one to see, guys took their time as they walked past, most happy to stand and watch her, most sat down and some started to play with their cocks, so when I played with her tits or pussy thier cocks grew bigger still, then Joy sucked my cock, that really got thier attention.
Some now sat closer to get a good view of us, my cock slipped into her wet cunt, setting her of one a run of orgasms, then her face was hit with a ream of hot cum, one horny guy blew his load over us, she licked it up, then asked for more.The guys got closer, some touching her boobs, as I continued to fuck her, now it was time, I pulled out, looking around to find the biggest cock,then offered him her cunt, he went right in, his balls hitting her ass cheecks with every thrust into her wet snatch.
Joy was enjoying her new fucker, her orgasm letting the other guys know she was getting fucked hard, then his balls let loose, his body jerking cum deep into her snatch, as others filled her mouth. As he moved of, other jostalled to fuck her, I told them not to hurry, they would all get a fuck, and more if they made sure she was kept horny, and if they wanted my ass was open for cock too.
That was all it took, one guy used me while they all took turns licking and playing with Joy while others fucked her, then she too, told one to fuck her ass, then dp her, guys lined up to fuck her, cum flying from cocks to eager to wait, I had taken several guys now and more wanted my ass, as quite a few guys who went to the beach had bi tendencies, but mainly just sucked cocks or got sucked.
So when they could get to fuck a woman or a guys ass, they loved it, and we were to become well know on the beach over the next few years too, on several occasions we would go there on our own for what every reason, and Joy was always looked after, the guys all took turns to fuck her, would look after her and keep her safe, she some times came home naked, covered in cum and her holes still gapping and wet with thier juices, mind you so did I some times too.
I know one day while walking along to our spot, we saw a new face, or to put it better a new cock, a young guy with a nice looking large cock stood close to where we went, so Joy and I changed direction and headed for him, his hand moved to his cock as he saw her boobs jiggling, we chatted to him and invited him to join us, within 2 minutes he was fucking her pussy, while I took her ass, then we changed, his cock and mine went up her ass, causing him to cum wildly inside her, other guys had joined us, and took over from him, Joy sucked his cock clean bringing it back to life, by now as normal around 20 guys were waiting to use us both.
I left her to have fun, while several guys used my ass for fun, by now some fisted us too, so more kink and fun, even water sports now, as guys pissed over us when we asked them too, or in our holes, filling us and flushing out thier sperm, at one time I got Joy to take 3 cocks, after talking to the guys, the told them all to fill her with piss, her holes and mouth flooded in a huge stream of fluild.
The guy with the big cock was watching Joy when I walked up and sat on his cock, I didn't ask if he was bi, but his cock felt great and he soon grabbed my hips swinging me around to pound his 10 inchs of meat into me harder, no wonder Joy had great orgasm when he was fucking her, he knew how to use it all too, my orgasm got stronger and longer with each thrust, until he let loose in me flooding my ass with his second load for the day, as his cock went soft, I took the cum to Joy to eat, she was helped by a few other guys who wanted his cum too.
By now we had swapped numbers with some of the guys, meeting them at their place with others or our house,often at our orgies, most had fucked us many times over, and been with us when we did kink too, we had shown them extreme fucking and sexual kink, and not one wanted to miss out when asked. When the weather cooled off, of course we would ring the bigger cocks or kinkier guys, and arrange a meet some where, often our house, but some of them also had venues we met at, on a few occasions we took a kinky lady friend with us, she had fun, and so did they, a new pussy and arse to fuck, and a lesbian show as well.
With the next summer looming, the beach got a work out again, word got around and soon it was impossible for us to even make it any where near our spot before hands carrased our bodies, at one point Joy was lifted onto a cock and carried to the spot with his dick planted firmly up her ass, seeing two guys hold her up and dp her as they stood, both cocks firmly in her ass, her orgasm keeping then hard for ages, before both shot her full of cum and collapsed with Joy still on their cocks.
Things got a bit kinky when one of the guys brought his German Shepard to the beach, his way of getting out for a walk, Joy and I took the dogs cock in our butts, as guys looked on and face fucked us, the dog needed a swim to clean of his cum before the guy could take him home, I dropped his load into a guys mouth as did Joy, this was to become a fairly regular event when we met.
Once the guys knew we would do most any thing, more often there was a selection of dogs to fuck us both, as mid week was our normal day there, the guys told their friends and co workers about us, and it got out of control, one day almost 50 guys were hanging around, and 4 dogs, to many people to stay out of sight of people going by, so we changed to a differnt day, that way the numbers were around 10 to 20, and would not bring to much attention to what we got up too.
Well it was later that year we met a guy who's house was open for us to use any time, and he loved the idea of big groups with us as the main show, so sadly the beach slowly gave way to a nice warm house with more scoup for kink, and oh boy, did we enjoy that. Now it wasn't just guys and dogs that got to fuck us both, our holes got bigger with every new experience, but still guys cock loved to fuck us. |
Subsets and Splits
No saved queries yet
Save your SQL queries to embed, download, and access them later. Queries will appear here once saved.