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Title: 2 Boys and a Car Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Teen Male, Young Introduction: A boring night turns exciting for two young boys when they hookup in a car in the middle of the night. Content: - MARCH 15, 2018 - One day, I was on a dating/social app. I wasn't really looking for hookups or dates, just someone to shoot the shit with, you know? Admittedly, I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone at that point. I had kissed a few girls, had my dick rubbed through my pants, etc, but nothing "extreme". Well, later that day I found another young boy who was close to my age who invited people to add him on Snapchat. So, without hesitation, I opened my Snapchat, typed his name in on the "add friend" bar, and added him. About an hour or two later, I got a notification from Snapchat saying, "Seth has added you as a friend." Not but about a minute or two later, I received a message from him. --- "Hey," he said. --- "Hi," I responded. --- Little did I know, this was the very beginning to something exciting that I had never experienced before. --- "What's up?" he asked. --- "Not much. Just sitting here watching YouTube videos. Bored out of my mind, lol." I quickly sent back. --- "What about you?" I asked in return. --- "Not much either. I just had a birthday." he responded. --- "Oh, awesome! Happy Birthday!" I said. --- "Thanks. I just turned 16." he said. --- "Oh nice. That's a milestone. Congratulations!" I replied. --- "Thank you. And yeah it's pretty great." he said. --- Neither of us said anything for about a minute until the silence was broken with a question and a statement that was nothing short of interesting. --- "And you know what the best part of being 16 is?" he asked. --- Before I could respond, he quickly followed it with: --- "The age of consent." --- I didn't really know what to say. This was clearly moving in a slightly different direction than I initially anticipated. --- "Lol, yeah that's pretty great." I said, not knowing what else to respond with. --- "How old are you?" he asked me. --- "17. I'll be turning 18 this September." I responded. --- "Oh, nice!" he exclaimed. --- - APRIL 12, 2018 - Skipping forward to April, we had been talking for a few weeks now. Nothing crazy or interesting, just life stuff. However, close to the beginning of April is when things get really interesting. --- "So, are you a virgin?" he asked. --- This didn't come off as too weird since we had been talking for awhile about sex and other similar things, so I wasn't really thrown off by this question. --- "Yeah," I said shamefully. "What about you?" I asked. --- "Nah. I lost my virginity awhile back." he said, I'm assuming proudly. --- My curiosity started to get the better of me as I contemplated whether or not to ask a question. After a few minutes of contemplating, I decided to just ask. --- "Was it with a boy or girl?" I asked nervously. --- To my delight, he didn't seem put off by my question and quickly responded back. --- "A girl. I've never hooked up with a boy before, though I kinda want to." he said. --- It became very apparent as to where the conversation was about to go at this point. We had already been talking about sex and things alike, now he just told me he wants to hookup with a boy. --- "This is about to get interesting." I thought to myself. --- Before I could begin typing again, he asked me something that kinda took me by surprise. --- "Would you be down to trade pics?" he asked calmly. --- I didn't fully know what he meant by pics, even though I had a pretty good idea what he was meaning. --- "Like face pics or dic pics?" I asked. --- "Both." he replied. --- I wasn't really sure whether or not I should, since I'm not really gay or bi-sexual, but I figured it'd be fun and it's not like we're about to fuck or anything, so why not? --- "Umm, sure. I guess so." I said very hesitantly. --- About a minute after I gave the go ahead, my phone dinged. "Seth has sent a snap." it read. A small part of me, and I don't mean my dick, got a little excited. --- "Are we really doing this?" I thought. --- I eventually opened the snap, and sure enough, we were. When I opened the snap, it was a picture of his dick. Admittedly, I was pretty turned on by it. It was clean shaven, fairly large in length and girth, with a few small veins running vertically up his shaft. --- "Damn!" I responded. --- "Lol, thanks." he said. "Now your turn." --- I was a little nervous at first, but eventually gave in and matched his picture. --- "Wow, that's hot." he said. --- "Lol, thanks." I replied, thinking he was just returning a similar compliment. --- "I kinda wanna suck it, tbh." he said. --- I took a second to gather what he just told me, as I'd never had someone openly tell me they want to suck my dick. --- "Really?" I asked, truly interested to know if he was just joking or not. --- "Yeah." he replied. --- I didn't really know what to say. I was pretty turned on by this, which was shocking. I started to become increasingly hornier. Even though I'm not gay or bi, this was still pretty fun to discuss. --- "I've been wanting to see what it's like to suck a dick, but don't know anyone who's willing to let me try." he stated. --- "Hmm," I thought to myself. "This could be a perfect opportunity to finally get some head and see just how good it feels while also letting someone else get their share of first time experience." --- After considering what he said, I finally decided to say what I thought I'd never say in my entire life. --- "Well, if you want, I would let you suck mine." I said hesitantly. --- "Really?" he asked. --- "Yeah, why not?" I said. --- "Have you ever gotten head before?" he asked. --- "Nah, unfortunately not." I replied. --- At this point I was SUPER turned on and didn't really care how far this conversation went. --- "So, if we met... what all would you wanna do?" I asked, anxious to see what he'd say in return. --- Without hesitating, he replied. --- "I'd suck and jerk you off til you cum in my mouth." --- The mere sentence itself sent chills down my legs as my dick grew harder and larger. --- "What about fucking?" I asked. --- "What do you mean?" he replied. --- "Are you interested in fucking, or do you just want to suck me off?" I said, worried I may of taken it too far. --- "Oh, yeah. We can fuck too, but I'm gonna have to prepare myself ahead of time." he said. --- My dick was as hard as it has ever been. Even though I'm not gay or bi, the excitement I felt sure as hell made me appear as such. --- "Do you have a car?" he asked. --- "Yeah." I simply responded. --- "What type of car?" he asked. --- "A 2004 Mustang GT" I replied. --- "Oh, nice." he said. --- "What about you? You have a car?" I asked. --- "Nah, not yet." he responded. --- We didn't talk for the rest of the night, as it was pretty late. - APRIL 13, 2018 - The next night, I got a message from Seth. --- "Hey." it read. --- It was great to see that he was still interested in talking to me and that our conversation the night before wasn't just fueled by the erections we both likely had. Anyways, I was quick to respond back. --- "Hey." --- "What's up?" he asked. --- "Not much. Wbu?" I asked. --- "Same." he replied. --- After a few short seconds of silence, he sent me something that both concerned me and made me excited at the same time. --- "So, I have this friend. We made promises to each other that we'd both be each other's first at sucking dick. It's my mistake, but I totally forgot." --- "Well isn't this just fucking typical." I thought to myself. "Is my luck just this goddamn bad?" I kept thinking. --- Eventually, after a few seconds of bitching and moaning in my head, I finally sent him back a reply. --- "Oh ok." I said, trying to hide my true expressions. --- "Yeah, it's my bad." he said. --- "Nah, it's good. Don't worry about it." I said, clearly lying. --- "But here's the thing..." he started. "He wants you to join in." --- "WOAH!" I thought to myself. "Is this fucking real? There's no way my luck is this good right now." --- "For real?" I asked. --- "Yeah. It'll be a threesome. You just have to sit out the first go-round while we do our thing and then when we've cum, we'll start the threesome." he explained. --- "HOLY FUCK. That has got to be the sexiest, most exciting thing he's said so far." I thought over and over. --- At this point, I honestly felt gay. Despite the fact that I like pussy and would've much rather this whole ordeal been with a girl on the other end, it was still a thrilling experience. --- "That's hot, but okay." I responded. --- "Is that okay?" he asked, probably concerned. --- "Yeah, of course. I could just sit back and watch y'all go at it while I jerk off and get my erection up." I replied. --- "That's hot." he said. --- The conversation was short lived due to how late it had once again become, so we decided to call it a night. - APRIL 14, 2018 - It's the next night. It's 1 AM and I'm up in my bedroom watching YouTube videos. DING. I look down at my phone and it's a message from Seth. --- "Hey, what's up?" he asked. --- "Hey. Not much, again. Still just sitting here watching YouTube." I replied. "What about you?" I asked in return. --- "Not much either. Just listening to music." he said. --- We began talking about our future plans to meet up and how/where we'd do it at. --- "Can I see your dick again?" he asked. --- I was pleased with how interested he was in my dick. For reference, my dick is about 6.5 inches erect, with a fairly pink head and a small vein that runs horizontally towards the top. --- "Sure." I said. --- I snapped a pic of my dick and sent it to him. --- "Fuck, I want to suck your dick so bad!" he exclaimed. --- "Lmao, thanks." I replied. --- After a few minutes of silence, he finally sent another message. --- "I'd ask if you want to meet up now, but I made that promise to my friend." he said. --- "Yeah. I'd totally be down to meetup tonight if you decide you want to. Just saying." I replied. --- "It's really tempting." he said. --- "I mean, if you want to then let's go for it. We could always hookup with your friend another night if you want." I explained. --- "Yeah, but I'm just not sure. He's gonna be mad." he said. --- "Well have you heard from him lately?" I asked. --- "No, not for about a week or two." he replied. --- "Well then why not meetup tonight? If he hasn't messaged you in about a week or two, who knows how long it'll take y'all to meetup?" I said. --- "That's true." he said. --- "So would you like to meetup tonight?" I asked. --- "I don't know yet." he said. --- After a few quiet minutes, he finally made up his mind. --- "Sure. Come on over." he said. --- "Holy shit, this is actually happening?" I asked myself. --- "What's your address?" I asked, not having been to his house yet. --- He told me his address which turned out to be only about a 30-40 minute drive from my house. --- "Just let me know when you leave." he said. --- "Alright, will do." I replied. --- I gathered a couple of condoms and some lube in case we were to fuck, and then headed out the door. I got in my car and started it up. --- "On my way now." I said. --- While driving down the deserted, dark, dimly lit interstate, I began to feel very anxious. Not necessarily the good type of anxious, but rather the nervous type of anxious. --- "This is, after all, a complete stranger to me. I've never personally met this guy. For all I know, he could have other plans for tonight. None of which will end with orgasms, moaning, etc." I thought to myself. --- After what felt like forever, I finally arrived outside of his house. As I pulled up to his house, I noticed someone standing outside. All I could see was a dimly lit silhouette of a person standing in the front yard. When I pulled up to the curb and put my car in park, the silhouette began walking over to the car. I unlocked the door and he got in. --- "Hey, man." I said to him. --- "Hey. I was wondering when you'd get here." he said. --- My mind was RACING with thoughts at this point. Not with bad thoughts either, but rather thoughts about what we might end up doing in 2 minutes. --- "I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty nervous." he said. --- "Don't worry, I am too." I replied. "I've never done anything like this before" I said. --- After a second of thinking, I decided to try and make him more comfortable with the situation. --- "If you wanna wait for your friend, we can. It's whatever you wanna do, man. I don't want you to be nervous or uncomfortable." I told him. --- "Nah, you're already here. It's okay." he said. "I guess just take your shirt and pants off." he said soon after. --- As I began removing my clothes, my heart began racing and I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. I stripped down and threw all my clothes in the back seat while he sat and watched, still fully clothed. After I threw my clothes in the back, I pulled the handle on the side of my seat to recline back as I rested my arms behind my head. He gently grabbed my still flaccid dick and began to stroke it. --- "Holy fucking hell! This is actually happening." I thought. --- As he was stroking my dick, he fixed his eyes on mine. My erection becoming harder and longer with each stroke. He turned his attention back to my increasingly growing dick. Without any warning, he placed my warn, throbbing dick in his moist, hot mouth. I let out a small moan. --- "Ah, fuck." I moaned. --- His eyes once again fixed on mine. My dick gradually growing harder and larger inside his hot, wet mouth. --- "This slurping sound is so hot!" I thought to myself, as he continued to stroke and suck my now fully erected dick. --- "You like this?" he asked. --- "Mm-hmm" I moaned. --- After a couple of minutes of sucking, he took my dick out of his mouth, spit on the head of it, and then proceeded to jerk me off while he made constant eye- contact. --- "Oh my God, this feels so fucking INCREDIBLE!!" I thought. --- After about a minute of jerking me off, he then wrapped his wet, pink lips around the head of my dick and began sucking while he jerked the shaft of my dick. This time, I let out a slightly louder moan. --- "Mmmm" I moaned. --- As soon as I let out my moan, he began jerking faster; my moaning clearly being a type of fuel for him. He took the head out and gave it an extra layer of spit while he continued to jerk me off. --- "Oh, man." I said, slightly moaning. --- "Feel good?" he asked. --- "Fuck yeah, man." I replied. --- He swapped hands as he wrapped his lips around my shaft. He began moving his head up and down, sliding his moist lips and tongue from the middle of my shaft, down to base, then all the way back up to the head. He repeated this in a slow and very smooth manner. --- "Fuck..." I moaned, this time a little louder. --- He continued to suck my dick for about 5 to 10 minutes, occasionally swapping hands and removing his mouth so he could add a little more spit. After about 12 minutes of pure, intense pleasure, we decided to change into a more comfortable position. --- "Hey?" he said, as he removed his mouth from around my now throbbing, soaked cock. --- "Yeah, what's up?" I said, trying to hold back a moan long enough to finish my sentence. --- "Do you mind if you scoot over here and put your legs out the door so I can have a better angle?" --- "Yeah, sure." I replied. --- I moved over to the passenger seat as he climbed out. I sat down in the passenger seat with both of my legs hanging out the door. --- "Like this?" I asked. --- "Perfect." he said, as he knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs apart and placing himself between them. --- He grabbed my still fully erect, rock solid cock and shoved it in his warm, moist, mouth, sucking and jerking as it slides between his wet, pink lips. The sound of him slurping my dick was nothing sort of amazing. It only made my erection grow harder. Which btw, remember when I said, "My dick was as hard as it has ever been"? Yeah, well NOW it's as hard as it's ever been. --- "Fuck, Seth. This feels so good." I said, as he turns his glistening blue eyes towards mine. --- "This is so fucking hot." I thought to myself. "I can't believe this is actually happening. This is, so far, the greatest day of my entire life." I continued to think. --- He continued to suck and jerk me off, never being greedy with his wet, warm spit. --- "Just let me know when you're about to cum." he said. --- "Are you gonna let me cum in your mouth?" I asked. --- "Well, yeah." he said, as if it was obvious. --- He stopped sucking me for a few minutes and just kept jerking me off, hardly ever breaking eye-contact. --- "Come on now." he said, urging me to cum. --- I let out another moan. --- "Are you close?" he asked. --- "Not just yet." I replied. "Just keep going." I said. --- He continued to jerk my dick at a constant rate, occasionally stopping for a brief moment to either swap hands or apply more spit. --- "Ahh, fuck." I said, sounding nearly out of breath. "This feels so good." I moaned out loud as I let my head fall backwards and my eyes shut. --- He began to lick the shaft of my dick. Each lick making my dick twitch in delight. I picked my head back up and made eye-contact with him once more as he continued to lick up and down the back side of my dick. --- "Come on now." he said, again urging me to cum. --- He began moving his tongue from the bottom half of my shaft, up towards the head of my dick. Each slight movement making my dick twitch with pleasure. I let out yet another moan. --- "Mmmm, fuck." I moaned, still making eye-contact with him. --- About 30-45 minutes later, he again asked: --- "Are you getting close? Cause I really need to get back inside before my uncle wakes up and finds out I'm gone." --- "Oh, okay. But no, not yet." I replied, as I laid my head back again to relax. --- "Are you relaxing your dick or are you tensing it?" he asked. --- "I'm relaxing it." I moaned. --- "Well try tensing it like you would if you were trying not to pee." he explained. --- "FUCK." I thought. "This is gonna be it. I don't want this to be over yet. It feels so fucking good." --- "Okay, I will." I said under my breath, still moaning. --- I began tensing my dick as he began to suck me harder and faster, the head of my dick now growing in size due to me tensing. --- "Ahhh..." I moaned. --- "I'm getting close." I said while moaning. --- "Mm-hm." he hummed while sucking my dick. --- The vibrations of him humming that felt so good as well. --- "Are you about to cum?" he asked, taking my soaked dick out of his mouth. --- "I'm getting closer, but I'm not quite there yet." I said. --- He put my dick back into his mouth. I started to get the urge for him to deep throat it, so I asked him if it'd be okay for me to work his head up and down on my dick while he deep throats it. To my delight, he agreed. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed down as his mouth slid all the way to the base. I could feel the back of his throat on the head of my dick. --- "AHHH!" I moaned loudly, as I lifted his head up and pushed it back down again. --- I could hear the gulping sounds of his spit each time my dick pressed against the back of his throat. I lifted his head up and off my dick for a quick second to make sure he was okay. --- "Are you okay?" I asked. --- "Y-yeah." he said, out of breath. --- He took another deep breath and placed his mouth around the head of my cock, which is now slathered in saliva and slick to the touch. I firmly grabbed the back of his head and began pushing down again. This time with a little more force. As my rock hard dick made contact with the back of his throat, he gagged. I let out a quick but powerful moan and then lifted his head up to ensure he was okay and to give him some air. When I lifted his head up, strings of saliva were attached to my dick, leading to his mouth. --- "You good?" I asked. --- "Y-yeah, I'm... I'm good." he replied, again out of breath. --- "Are you close?" he asked. --- "Yeah." I chuckled. "I'm getting closer." --- He began using the saliva from a few moments ago as more lubrication in order to begin jerking me off. He began jerking me off in a way where he moved his hand up and down my dick, but while also twisting his hand. This made me let out another loud moan. I tried keeping it muffled since we were half inside, half outside of a car at night, in a dense neighborhood. --- "Mmmmmm..." I moaned, as he kept using his jerking technique. --- "Come on now..." he said, once again urging me to cum. --- Finally, after about an hour of him sucking, jerking, and deep throating my dick, I could finally feel the intense, overwhelming sensation of the long awaited climax. --- "Mmmm.... I-I'm-I'm gonna cum... mmmm... I'm gonna cum..." I began moaning louder and louder. --- He quickly wrapped his mouth around my dick and began jerking while he continued to stroke my cock in a twisting motion. --- "Mmmm..." I moaned, while rapidly having the breath taken away from me. --- "Faster.." I said, while making eye-contact with him. --- "Hmm?" he hummed, sending a wave of vibrations onto my dick which was still immersed inside his wet, hot mouth. --- "Ahhh, go faster..." I moaned, while still trying to be clearer with what I said. --- He finally heard my request over the sounds of gulping, slurping, and moaning, and immediately acknowledged it by stroking at a much quicker rate. --- "Ohhh, fuuuck..." I moaned, this time much louder as the slurping sounds continued. --- "Ahh... here it.... mmmmm.... here it cooommmesss...." I moaned, this time louder than I had before. --- I began feeling the pressure and movement of cum rushing through my shaft as I let out one final moan. --- "Ahhhh, mmmm...!" I moaned, letting my head fly back as my eyes shut tight with the intense pleasure I was experiencing. --- As soon as the cum began to spurt out, Seth, who was still sucking and jerking me, moved his mouth further down my shaft, letting the spurts of cum, blasting from my now pulsating cock, hit the back of his throat. With each spurt, my cock would pulsate and twitch, forcing a soft but long moan out of me each time. I begged him to keep going, even after I had finished cumming, and to my delight, he did. He continued to jerk and suck me off til my dick became so sensitive that my legs began to twitch and one final spurt of my gooey, warm, cum blasted out and into his mouth. After I shot my last load, he took my still pulsating cock from his mouth and swallowed my ten spurts of cum I gave him. He then licked the remaining cum that managed to gather at the tip of my dick. After it was all said and done, he stood up, wiped his mouth, and we said our goodbyes for the night. After he walked back into his house, I just sat in my car, gathering my thoughts about what just happened as my dick continued to pulsate, pushing more little droplets of cum out each time. I took some napkins from my glove compartment and proceeded to dry my dick, which was still soaked in saliva. After I cleaned up what was left, I put all my clothes back on and drove away. During the 30-45 minute drive back, all I could think about was what I just experienced and how incredible it was. My dick was still pushing firm against my boxers and shorts. It wasn't til I got back home and settled into bed when my dick finally went back to being flaccid. A part of me was a little disappointed, though. Don't get me wrong, the experience was absolutely FANTASTIC and I would definitely be down to go back, but I'm still disappointed that I didn't get the chance to use the condoms and lube I brought along that night. THE END.
Title: 2 Boy 2 Girl Cousins Volume 1 Tags: Diary Introduction: 4 cousins together in the country exploring all kinds of things, but mostly sex Content: Volume 1 2 Boys 2 Girl Cousins I used to spend my summer vacations in the country at my Grandparents Farm. It was a large place lots of woods and a cool pond. I got to work on the neighbors farms helping to bale hay, or drive the tractor when it was wheat and oat harvest time. Lots of chores and got paid for it too. Most of the time it was just me at the farm, but sometimes other cousins would come for a week or so. I had been there about 2 weeks, was eating breakfast and Grandma said that my cousin Tony would be coming Saturday for a couple weeks. I liked that because Tony was one of my suck buddy cousins. I knew we would have lots of private time to fool around. Saturday arrived and so did Tony, it had been about 6months since I saw him last, we both have grown some. We went to the barn and up into the hay loft. Was not long before we started talking sex stuff. I told Tony about how I got to see our cousin Julie at my house a while back. Tony, Doug & I had had fun with her when before so. He was curious how she has changed, I said she has some cute little titties, and she has pubic hair too. He said well I have pubic hair too, I said me too. We moved some hay and made some tunnels, opened up a large are that was completely surrounded about four bales deep. Kind of a hiding place. We talked about when we skinny dipped a couple summers ago here a the farm and how it was Grandmas Suggestion that made us think to do it. It was the 3 of us boys. It was the first time I got the other 2 to pee on me too. Damn I still love that piss play. Grandma rang the bell and it was time for lunch, we headed for the house and saw her coming out, she said you boys can eat out here, wash up. So we sat at the picnic table and ate and joked and talked, seemed like it always turned to sex stuff, Maybe because we were teen boys. Grandma brought out a piece of cake for us both, then she said you boys going skinny dipping this afternoon? Funny thing about Grandma is she said whatever came to mind, and she sure was not shy about it. We said maybe it's pretty hot. Tony and I played around lots that week, the fun part about going to the pond to skinny dip was we were already naked. Now when I think about it I doubt Grandma would have cared if we were naked all the time, she never said but she just was that kind of person. I was able to get Tony to shower me almost anytime I wanted it (and that was often) He was not into getting peed on like me, but he would pee on me. His thing was getting jacked and sucked, something I was happy to do for him. Friday came and after lunch we were mowing the yard for Grandpa so he did not have to do it Saturday. We finished up and hosed off the sweat, Grandma brought us some Lemonade and we sat at the table under the tree in the shade. Grandma said that one of our Aunts had called and that she was bringing Julie and another cousin out later today. I asked which other cousin she said Kim. I said oh. Grandma went in and I said to Tony, fuck Kim is like a year and a half older than us, she is snooty, no way we will get to play with Julie this time. We were bummed, then we decided to go swim, we went in and grabbed the beach towels from the rack, told Grandma where we would be, She said I see you are not wearing your bathing suits, we said yep skinny dipping is too much fun and off we went. We got to the dock and were naked before you could say the word naked. Damn nudity was fun (still is actually) We jumped into the pond and swam for the floating dock. We horsed around and floated in the tubes. This was the longest we had been naked together and not doing sex stuff. I said when did you see Kim last? Tony said it had been back around Thanksgiving, I said me too. We were in our own world, then we hear a voice yell... Hey Patrick, Hey Tony, it was Julie and Kim on the fucking dock. Both of us in the tubes floating and naked, for me Julie was not a problem but what about Kim? Tony said what the fuck we are naked. I said yep we sure are, maybe we can get them to go back to the house and we can meet them there. I said hey girls can we meet you back at the house? Julie said why? I said well we do not have any clothes on and well Kim is here too you know. Julie said Kim is no problem I told her what we do at night, I said you told her all of it? She said yes, she is curious too. Now things were getting more interesting 2 boys 2 girls and Kim being older and wiser, haha. I said you gonna' swim too? She said yep we brought towels of our own, she said funny Grandma asked if we were going to skinny dip too..... I asked well what did you tell her? I told her we were, now my little dick was starting to feel sparks. Tony yelled well come on in and swim out to the float. The two of them sat on the edge of the dock and started the process of disrobing, girls are so funny they took off pieces of clothing and folded them so nicely, not us boys take them off and toss them. We watched from about 150 feet in our tubes, piece by piece the girls got naked. I had never expected Kim to do this kind of stuff, Julie was cute Kim was getting to be gorgeous. From our vantage point was watched as they finally took off their tops and then Julie and her training bra and Kim and her bra. Cute titties damn, I said Tony you boned, he said hell yes. Now naked the girls jumped in and swam to the float, we paddled our way to the float and joined them. Now were were all getting an up close and personal look at each other. The girls were checking us out and we were checking them out. No hiding our boners for sure. The girls laughed and said I guess you like what you see, we both said we do how bout you and they replied yes we do too. We sat down crossed legged in a circle, I was surprised that Kim was so open and not more modest, not complaining for sure. As we made small talk my mind went to wondering if she would play tonight in our rooms, pretty sure Julie would but Kim was unknown. Kim sure had changed since the last time I saw her, never thought I would be able to do anything sexual with her for sure. Out of the blue Kim says have either of you had sex with a girl yet? Both of us said if you mean fucking NO. I said did Julie tell you want we have done? She said yes and that's pretty far for a young boy to do. I said I love doing it to boys or girls. She said so your not only lick pussy you suck a guy too? I said yes whenever I can I do. She said will you do Tony NOW? I looked a Tony and he was kind of WTF.... Then I said well Tony, he said I guess. I said so you want to watch me suck his dick? She said yes. I said if I do what will you do in exchange? She said how bout Julie and I play for you? I was like hell yes. So I told Tony to get up, I turned around a bit stretched my legs out and had him walk towards me and straddle my legs, there it was his dick in my face, I opened my mouth and pulled him toward me, Julie and Kim moved so they could watch from the side. I bobbed in and out on his dick. He was a bit bigger than me, he was maybe 5 or 5½” not a real big girth. He as easy to take, I could put my face into his pubic bone and completely swallow him. I had done it many times before. The girls were so into it, they giggled and commented, Julie asked what if he shoot his juice? On an outward stroke I pulled off and said when he does I will drink it. Then I went back to getting him off, it was only about 5 more minutes and I could feel him get harder and he started to pump, he grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch, I knew he was close, and he blew his load. Kim said did he do it? I slowly pulled off licking every bit of juice, I swallowed hard and then said yep his stuff is in my belly now. Tony moved and sat down then laid back, I said how was it and he said it was great. I was now wondering what Kim was going to do. Kim said wow that is the first time I have seen a guy suck another dick. Then she said I did not think you were gay, I said I am not gay (not that there is anything wrong with it) I said I like dicks and pussy. She said like 50/50, I said yep I would say so. She said so you would do things to me if I let you? I said yes I would but I have never fucked and would not because I would be afraid of getting you pregnant. Kim is much bolder than I expected for sure. She said so would you kiss me down there? I said I do it for Julie I would do it for you if you wanted, then I said we will see tonight okay? She said okay we will see. Then I said well what are you going to do for Tony and me now? She said watch. Then she told Julie lay down, then she spread her legs and bent them up at the knees. She wasted no time and she went right into Julie's pussy with her tongue, she licked munched and licked more, she took two fingers into her mouth and got them wet, then she slipped them into Julie's wet pussy, Fuck I was hard as a rock and Tony was back up too. She worked and worked on Julie never letting up, She worked her fingers, she knew something I did not know for sure, soon Julie was moaning and she had her orgasm..... and she seemed to lose control and pee a really good amount. It was so hot, then without missing a beat Kim turned around and sat up, she was facing us, her tits were so pretty, and her bush was hot too. She proceeded to rub her pussy, she wet her fingers and then inserted them, she worked her pussy hard. She sure knew how to get off and she did, both Tony and I did too right there in front of her. Tony and I both had cum in our hand, we were sitting the in awe, she reached over ran her fingers through my cum, tasted it and the Tony's cum and tasted it. I thought this is going to be a really wild week ahead, we finished up jumped in and washed off, swam back to the dock, dried off and got dressed. Walked back to the house not really saying much at all except we sure had fun. We got back to the house and went in, Grandma was in the kitchen, she said you kids have fun? We said yep we did it is so much fun out there, then Grandma said did ya' all skinny dip? We said kind of sheepishly uh-huh. We went into the family room and turned on the TV knowing dinner would be soon as Grandpa got home from work.
Title: 2 Boy 2 Girl Cousins VOLUME 2 Tags: Diary Introduction: Us 2 boys and 2 Girls... First cousins, exploring things while on summer vacation on the grandparents farm Content: Volume 2 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins We left off in Volume 1 with us four kids watching TV waiting to eat Supper. It was almost time for Pop Pop to get home from work. We washed up in the hall lavatory, headed to the dining room table, Kim and I went into the kitchen and asked Grandma if we could help with anything. She said plates and silverware we on the table but needed to be placed. So we went back and the four of us proceeded to set the table, Pop Pop came in the back door, Kicked off his boots and put on his slippers, He said hi all, how ya doing. We answered we are fine how bout you. Well Grandma was bring the food to the table after Pop Pop washed up he took his seat and so did we kids, we passed the food around and got our portions. Not much talk at the table really, Pop Pop asked what you kids do today? We said well we want swimming for a couple hours, then Grandma chimed in yep they went skinny dipping. He said Oh Yeah? We said it was Grandmas Idea.... he chuckled, like it really mattered. We finished eating and Kim said Julie you and me clear the table, Grandma said no you don't need to do that, Kim said we can all help you been working hard, Pop Pop said that's a good idea. We cleared the table, then we washed the dishes and dried them. Grandma had gotten coffee for her and Pop Pop and they were on the front porch. Now us kids were trying to figure what to do until bedtime. We decided to walk out to the pond dock and just sit for a bit. Summer sucks with Daylight Saving Time it stays light so late. It was kind of strange because we were not even talking about sex, we were talking about everyday stuff in kids lives. On the way back we stopped in the barn and went up to the Hay Mow. We crawled through the tunnel into the open spot, there we were, Now what? Kim was right in front of me as I came out of the tunnel, I stood up and put my arms around her lightly putting my hands on her tits, and kissing her on the neck, she giggled and said save that for tonight, Julie told me what to expect. I said she tell you all? She said I think so. I asked her what she expected about tonight? Julie said you have kissed her down there. I said yes I have, and I love to do that. She said well you might get to kiss me there too. Then I said why don't we do it like this, us guys will shower first, then you can have the bathroom and shower. Last time we did this us boys wore our t-shirt and briefs and Julie had her sleep shirt on. How bout we will have only the small lamp on and Tony and I will be on the bed naked, then when you two come in through the bathroom you both be naked too?... Will you do that, Julie said I can and Kim said me too. So the scene was set. Kim wanted to know how it is that Grandma and Pop Pop do not hear us, I said their bedroom is on the other side of the house downstairs. I said are you guys excited as I am? They all said yes for sure. We stayed in the Hay Mow for another 15 minutes or so the headed back to the house. Went around front and the Grandparents were still sitting on the porch, Grandma said you kids want your dessert now, it's apple pie with ice cream. We all said yes, then the two girls went to help her get it, out they came with bowls of pie and ice cream. I do not know about the others but I can not get the thought of us naked on that Queen Bed tonight. Finally it was time to head to bed, When Grandma and Pop Pop went to bed so did we, Pop Pop gets up early and breakfast has to be made... We could not stay down and watch TV because it is right outside the Main bedroom. (not that we would want to stay up, me and Tony showered, the shower was pretty big maybe 4½' X 4½'. Easy for us both to get showered and get out, there was almost no horse play, mostly because we kind of knew what was going to happen real soon. We got out I knocked on the door to let them know we were done, we pulled the door closed behind us and headed for the door, me on one side Tony on the other, we pulled the spread and sheet down. We got up on the bed and sat crossed legged waiting. We were both turned so when the girls came in we would see the right away. The finished showering, the light in the bathroom went off and the door opened, What an awesome sight two sweet you girls waiting for our attention and they were eager for each others also. I was anxious to see what Kim had planned, I said well where do we start? She said you and Tony play for us and then Julie and I will play for you, then if we are still not too tired you can each have us. Tony was dying to get his chance with Kim, he told me so, he said please go for Julie so I can be with Kim. I was all for that no problem. I asked Kim so what kind of stuff you want us to do for you? She said for us to suck each other, either separate or 69 if we wanted, I opted to do it separate, I asked Tony to do me first please. He agreed and started playing with my dick and soon was in position to take me into his mouth, we were in a position that the girls could get full view also. Between watching Tony as he sucked I would glance at the girls from time to time. They both had a hand in the others crotch, not really able to see if they were fingering or just rubbing. Then Kim said you ever shoot your juice on a guys chest or face? I said oh I have done that many times. She said will you do that this time instead of in Tony's mouth? I said how bout I have Tony do that to me when it is his turn, he makes lots more cum than I do it would show much better. She said OK. Tony worked his magic and in about 10 minutes I was shooting. He took it all as usual. Then I started working on him I sat up and he stood and straddled my legs, he leaned forward with his hands on the wall over the headboard. I told him to let me get him as far as I could then pull out and finish off jacking and shoot on my face and chest. I said keep watching close Kim, she said I am. Tony got to the point of no return, he pulled out and took his dick in his hand and shot as planned. Kim was in awe, she said it was way hot, she ran a finger through the mass on my chest and licked it off her finger. I used my hand and collected it as much as I could then I licked it off the palm of my hand. As usual it was tasty. Now time to see what the girls are planning. Kim took the lead and worked getting Julie in position, she opened her legs and went right in, she was licking and fingering Julie. She was good at knowing how to please Julie for sure, she could take her to the edge then let her down so easy. She did let her got off finally, the poor girl was bucking and humping... she finally had to push Kim's head away. They cuddled for a bit then Julie went to work on Kim. As she lay beside her with Kim on her side and one leg up, the view of her pussy was awesome. She was rubbing and fingering her with 2 fingers, She was inserting ALL the way. Kim was instructing Julie where to rub and so forth. I am sure she was telling her how to hit the spot that later became known as the G-Spot. We all four just relaxed for about 15 minutes, loving the glow of what we had done. Tony was the first one to make and move at all, He was dying to get his hands and mouth on Kim. He moved around and got beside her on the bed. I was still amazed at how willing she was to do this stuff, she had always been so prim and proper. Tony and Kim laid down and they both got on their sides, he had his arm around her, he hugged her and was kissing her neck. I think he was afraid to try to kiss her on the lips. Well she took the lead and kissed him full on, lots and lots. He pulled his arm out and kind of rolled her onto her back, her cute little titties were perky and standing tall with hard nipple. He when to one and sucked and licked then the other and then back, he kept this up for a while. Finally he could not take it any more, he moved down kissing her chest and belly on the way. He got down to her mound and he turned, as he turned she spread her legs, he moved right in and she started to tell him what she needed and how to give it to her. Ok this kid was in seventh heaven for sure, he just kept moaning and making a pleasure sound as he sucked and licked her. After about 15 minutes she had her orgasm. Tony was so proud of himself. All this time I had been fingering Julie and she had been jacking me. She now knew where her button was and was good at telling me where to finger and rub. I got her to orgasm and then she finished me off, I came in my hand, I was about to lap it up and she said I want to taste, I held my hand out and instead of just putting her finger in it, she bent over and lapped it ALL up. To say we were all warn out is an understatement, So we said our good nights and they went to bed and so did Tony and I. The two of us were laying there talking about our adventure. Tony was still totally enamored with Kim, he had a real thing for her sweet body, I can understand why too. We will pick up in Volume 3 to see what the four of us get into tomorrow.
Title: 2 Boy 2 Girl Cousins Volume 3 Tags: Diary Introduction: $ teens cousins exploring sex and other things, but mostly sex Content: Volume 3 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins We left off in Volume 2 where the four of us had some special 1st Cousin Incest time. I was still so surprised that the older cousin Kim turned out to be so active. As I remembered her she was always the sweet quiet proper young lady. Well that sure as fuck was not her anymore, I think she is perverted more than I was. Well we got up this morning to a gray and cloudy day, if things did not change there would be no swimming today. Tony and I got dressed and brushed our teeth and combed our hair, needing to be presentable for breakfast. We went downstairs, to my surprise the 2 girls were already in the kitchen with Grandma. One was making toast the other buttering it, Grandma said scrambled eggs okay for you boys, we said oh sure that would be great. So we had Eggs, Bacon, Fried Potatoes & juice for breakfast. Grandma asked what you kids going to do today, looks like we are going to get some rain or storms. We said we did not know maybe play monopoly or some other game. We would be stuck in the house most likely, We helped Grandma with the breakfast cleanup, she said hey you kids want to go into town? It was a small town about 5 miles from the farm. We all said YES. So we packed up got in the station wagon and headed to town, Grandma was going to the grocery and us kids were going to the Five and Dime Store. Tony and I headed for the toy section and the girls went to the cosmetic section, I had about 5 dollars, Tony had 4 or so, Do not know how much the girls had. Anyway we were dreaming about something we wanted but could not afford so we headed to the candy case. We were choosing 2 of these and 2 of those kind of thing, not wanting to spend all our money at once for sure. The girls showed up beside us, Kim says look at this it's $2.99 and it has batteries already, It was one of those vibrators shaped like a torpedo, the one showing the lady rubbing it on her neck. (like that happens) My mind started to spin, I knew what she wanted it for, she said we only have 2 dollars, I said I can give you the rest if you want, you know there will be tax too?. She said yes she knew. I said did you see batteries? She said it has those. I said but how long will they last? So I had my bag of candy and headed to the section to find batteries, I found a 4 pack of AA batteries. I got them and we went up front to pay, Then Kim said I got some candy and so did Julie. I figured that me and Tony would just pay for it all, I asked Tony that ok and he said yes. All total it was not even 5 dollars so we split it. The cashier put it all in a bag. Do not know what she thought about us two guys buying that Vibe. We went out and I got Tony and My bags of candy out then handed the bag to Kim, I said you going to show us how that thing works? She said you want to know right? All three of us spoke up and said YES. We walked to the grocery and found Grandma, she was almost ready to check out, she got checked out and the guy took the groceries to the car and put them in the back. Grandma asked did you kids find anything, we said we got some candy. She said I am not surprised. Then we returned home, helped her take the groceries in and she put them away. Well it was now about 10:45. We knew that 11 o'clock was Price is Right, then Grandma had an afternoon of STORIES to watch. It was getting darker and we heard thunder... Rain was coming. She said you kids going to play games, we said most likely. I said can we go to the hay loft and play since it is raining and you will be watching TV? She said sure you can, better get out there before it starts pouring, Kim asked her do you have a blanket we could put down to sit on while we play monopoly? Grandma said oh yes I will get you one. She came back with a comforter of some type, said it's old so you can't hurt it. We asked could we have a pop, she said take some snacks and a pop but bring the bottles back in. So we got some chips and some cookies, we had our candy, and we made a run for the barn. It was just sprinkling but we were not in the barn long and it started pouring down. We went through the Hay Tunnel and got to the big open place. We spread out the spread. Tony had the game box, he put it in the middle and opened it, then Kim said do you really want to play a game? She had the bag from the Five and Dime Store. She opened it and tipped it over pouring Julie's and her candy out and that toy she got. How could I have let that out of my mind? Anyway she said you want to see how this works? All 3 of us said yes, she opened the package and unscrewed the bottom of it. She put the batteries in and screwed it back on. She flipped the little switch an it started buzzing, she handed it around so we all could feel it vibrating. I looked at it close and it had 2 speeds, it was on number 1, I slid the switch to number 2, it really was vibrating harder. So I handed it back so the others could feel the stronger vibes. Julie asked is that like the one your sister has Kim? Kim said kind of but the one she has is longer an fatter. To say we were all in awe is an understatement, the fact she found this at a Five and Dime and then was daring enough to get it was unreal. Then she repeated do we really want to play a game? We all said NO. She said who is willing to take their clothes off? I said I will and Tony said he would, then Julie said we all need to do it to be fair. I liked her thinking for sure. These girls had the making of some great perverted ladies, if they keep this up. We all started to disrobe, I took my shoes off then my shorts and briefs, then my shirt.... NAKED first I win. Julie was a close second and then Tony and Kim. Wow the imagination could never conger this up, no way ever. All of us sitting there crossed legged and buck naked. Kim's cute little tits are awesome, really Julie was starting to bud out also. I glanced and Tony was boned just like me. Julie said to Kim so how do you use the thing?. Kim picked it up and flipped it on low, she opened her legs and proceeded to rub it up and down between her pussy lips, she would slid gently up and pause at the spot where her clit was then go back down, then she said now watch (the little vibe was about 5½ inches long and not much bigger around then the AA Batteries inside.) Then she kind of laid back a bit and took the vibe and slipped it inside, Now I did not expect that, I said wow. Julies said Kim does that hurt? Kim said oh no not at all. I got to be honest Tony and I just could not believe what was going on, Kim slid the vibe out and continued to work it up and down her slit stopping on her clit each time. Then she would slip it in again, we had a birds eye view, damn it was hot. I reached over and started jacking Tony, he in returned started on me. Julie was being somewhat discreet but she was fingering and rubbing herself. Kim worked and worked and finally she withered in orgasm and let out a loud moan, she was an expert (at least I thought so) She handed the little vibe to Julie, she did not waste any time putting it to use. She said a couple times, Kim is this the way? Kim replied if it feels good it is the right way, Julie had never used one she said. But she wasted no time doing exactly what Kim had done, even inserting it into her sweet pussy. (she had fingers in there so the vibe was no problem I guess) As we watched her both Tony and I were reaching our orgasm, I said I am cumming soon and Tony replied me too. Kim said when you do just shoot it don't try to catch it in your underwear or anything. So we continued, Kim and Julie watching us and us watching them. Soon Julie started to make some sounds, then she quivered and gasped and fell back. She did it and she did it with great talent too. Just then almost at the exact time Tony and I shot, Both our loads went almost to our feet, I had never shot that far before. The girls both said wow you guys were horny. We both agreed. We all laid back on the comforter, touching but not doing anything sexual just kind of basking in the glow. Knowing we did and saw something today that none of us would ever forget. It was still raining pretty hard, I said hey let's go out in the back of the barn and play naked in the rain.... they said ok... so we did. The rain finally let up, we went into the barn and used the comforter to dry off then we got dressed, when we got into the house Grandma was just finishing up her SHOWS. She said did you kids have fun play a game, we all replied we sure did, grinning and looking at each other. We sat at the kitchen table and drank some lemonade, I whispered we going to be too tired for tonight, I don't think so was the general consensus, I smiled and said me either I bet.
Title: 2 Boy 2 Girl Cousins Volume 4 & 5 Tags: Diary Introduction: The sexual exploration continues Content: Volume 4 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins Well back at the end of volume 3 we had all come back in from our play time in the barn and playing in the rain naked. Grandma had gone to the kitchen to get Supper ready, We went to the kitchen and sat at the table, I asked can we set the table in the dining room for you Grandma? She said yes that would be a big help. So we proceeded to do just that. It was Friday and Tony's mom was coming to pick him up in the morning. He said I don't want to go, but his mom insisted because they were going on a week vacation, then time to get school clothes and supplies. Yes it was getting to be that time again, for me I hated the thought of school... I just really hated school. Well we finished setting the table and went back in the kitchen to sit, making small talk with Grandma, then she says Tony leaves tomorrow and your cousin Doug is going to come for a week. The girls were supposed to stay one more week too. Me I stay until my mom MAKES me come home. When I heard about Doug, I got to wondering, will he be as open as Tony around Kim? Will she be as bold also? Guess we will find out Saturday night. I know Doug has played with Julie but it has been sometime, that was when Tony, Doug, Julie and I played in the tree house at our other grandparents in the city. We have done so much this week, and the vision of watching the girls use that vibe was etched in my brain forever. The evening really drug on and on, it was just the remainder of a rainy day. Bedtime finally came, that was one of the good things that the Grandparents went to bed kind of early, we did not even try to stay up, to us it was obvious that going to bed was the best choice, we could turn on the radio and listen to music in the bedroom. Getting ready went without many words, Tony and I knew we would shower and then get on the bed naked and wait for the girls. And that is what we did. The girls showered also, they turned out the bathroom light and came in our room. As we had done before they were buck naked just like us, the light on the nightstand was on low so there was just a dim glow. Kim had the little toy in her hand, I wondered how many times can a girl get off? You know us boys do recover at that young age, but our dicks get sore too. So we sat there listening to the music and singing along. Then I said well what we want to do tonight on the last night Tony will be here with us? Julie said hey Tony try something, she took the vibe from Kim and turned it on, then said hold this in your hand and play with yourself. He did not even question her request, he did it and held it in his palm while stroking, he did it for a few minutes then he flipped the switch to high speed. He relaxed and laid back against the headboard, he did not miss a single stroke and then he tensed up and shot his load, not caring where it went at all, his eyes were closed. He had cum on his legs and on the sheet in front of him, when he gained his composure he said wow I am sorry, but that was really powerful. I knew I needed to try that on me, so I did. It was an awesome orgasm too, one of the most powerful I had had. I did not get cum on the sheet though. Both of the girls remarked how exciting it was to watch. I said I guess kind of like us watching you 2 when you did it in the barn today. Kim took the vibe, she got up and went into the bathroom and rinsed it off and dried it, when she came back she said who knows some of those little sperm might have been on there, I did not think of that, I said good thinking Kim. Now it was time for the girls to do something, Kim said Tony you got to do me because you are leaving. Tony's eyes lit up. Even though he had just busted a nut he was ready to taste her again. He did he good and she had an orgasm, she pulled him up onto her and hugged and kissed him, after Tony said I never had a girl stick her tongue in my mouth before... we all laughed. I helped Julie and got to taste her again. After I got her off we all 4 laid side by side, Kim pulled the sheet up over us. Guess what this is how we were in the morning when we woke up, all four of us in that Queen Size bed. We wee getting ready to get out and get dressed, Kim hugged me and kissed me, did the same to Tony and Julie. I returned the favor to them all too. I kissed Tony right on the lips too he was slightly shocked I think. We had breakfast and Tony packed his things, it was about 11 when his mom arrived she stayed for about 45 minutes, she was leaving as Doug's mom and dad arrived to drop him off for the week. The three of us were sitting on the front porch steps and greeted them as they got out of the car. More in Volume 5 Volume 5 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins This would be my last week on the farm until next summer vacation. Maybe I can come during spring break. I love being on the farm, out of the city, I am content to be here just me alone, but having the cousins these last few weeks has been beyond HOT. Well Tony was gone and Doug had arrived, it had been a while since I had seen him, and also a while since he had seen the girls also. He was so excited that he got to come to stay for a week. The girls were in the house doing something, Doug said, so tell me, you been doing sex stuff? I said oh yes we have, he said even Kim, I said oh she has been teaching us some things. He said like what, I said best you wait till bedtime tonight you will find out. He said come on tell me, I said it will be hotter if you do not know until it happens. Doug asked have you fucked either of them? I said no way it's way too risky, do not want them to get pregnant. Then Doug said wait till you see what I have in my suitcase. I said what? He said lets go up and I'll show you. So we went up to our room, closed the door and Doug put his suitcase on the bed, opened it and in the side pocket he pulled out a little brown bag. He opened it and dumped the contents onto the bed. There like a dozen Rubbers... (Remember back in the mid 60's we did not call them condoms.) I asked where the fuck did you get those? He said a friend of his stole a whole box of them at the drug store while he distracted the clerk. They split the box of 24... Oh fuck my head was spinning, would the girls let us fuck them now? Would our cousins be the first pussy we fucked? I said put them in the bag, so he did and then we put them in the drawer of the nightstand. We went back down and the girls were on the front porch swing. We sat in the chairs and just rambled for a while, Then PopPop came out and said hey you kids want to make some money tomorrow, we said it's Sunday, he said well Mr Embry on the farm next door has a whole field of Hay down and he needs help getting it loaded and into his Hay Mow, he said he will pay you if you want and he means all 4 of you. We looked at each other and said sure the will be good. PopPop said he would call Mr Embry back and tell him. PopPop came back out and said okay all 4 of you be ready and I will take you over at 8 in the morning, so get a good nights rest and get up early to eat breakfast. Now that was good news we would all have some money to spend if we can get Grandma to take up to town Monday. Now ere were all trying to guess how much we would make and what would we buy. Julie said I know one thing I am going to buy if we go to the Five and Dime store, I said let me guess is is something the Tony and I bought last time? With a cute grin on her face she said yes, Doug said what is it? I said I bet you will see this evening when we go to bed.... right Kim? She said pretty sure yes. We were being a bit cryptic but we were on the porch, within ear shot of the Grandparents maybe. We ate dinner, nothing fancy just sandwiches and chips, We ate out on the porch. When we were finished I asked well what you want to do? Julie said we could walk down to the pond . Everyone said ok, so we did. When we got there it was so quiet. We took off our shoes and sat on the dock and put our feet into the water. Kim asked Doug, do you still mess around with your cousins? He said when they can we do. He said do you? She said ask Patrick. Doug said well? I said you better believe Kim and Julie are really hot, they were both loving the attention too. Doug said what do you do? Kim said well have you ever kissed a girl down there? Doug said you mean on your pussy? She said yes, would you kiss mine if I asked? He said for sure. She said I guess we will see later huh? He said I guess so. I proceeded to tell Doug how we go about getting together. I explained that we boys shower then stay naked an sit on the bed until the girls get showered and join us. Doug said we stay naked? I said yep, the best part is the girls come into our room and get on the bed with us and they are naked too. He said totally naked? The girls said yes no clothes at all. Doug said so what is the secret? Kim said you will see later I promise. It was dusk and we decided to head back to the house, not really much going on, it was almost 8:30 now, we went into the house and Grandma said you guys want a snack before you go to bed, you will be getting up early and have a busy day tomorrow. We said sure, so she said get to the kitchen table and I'll get you some pie and milk, ok? We said sounds good. We ate the pie and finished up. We then said we were going to get showers and head to bed, she said that sounds like a good idea. So we went up to our room, I went into the bathroom to close the door from the girls bedroom and said we will knock to let you know when we are done, Julie said ok. I asked Doug you gonna' shower with me and he said yes, we both got naked and I turned on the shower and adjusted the water. We both got in and washed up even used soap, I washed my hair too, it was really short so no problem with it drying. We got done and got out to dry off. We were done so I knocked on the door and said it's all yours. I heard Kim say ok thanks. Doug and I went and turned down the sheets, then got on the bed, Doug said they really gonna' be naked when they come in? I said yes and check them out, they both have hair on their pussies, Kim has more because she is older and hit titties are bigger too. It was about 15 minutes, the door opened and both of the girls entered our room, No modesty at all even with this being the first time with Doug here at the farm. Was funny all Doug could say was WOW I thought you were kidding me but you are really naked. We were all on the bed in a circle, legs crossed, both Doug and I were boned, we could not take our eyes off the girls, they seemed to have the same problem watching us. All at once Kim jumped up and said I'll be right back, her cute butt scurried through the bathroom door and into their room. Seconds later she returned, then she hold out her hand and said I forgot this, and there was her little vibe. I said to Doug that is the secret, wait till you see them both use it. I said hey Doug you said you would kiss Kim on her pussy, you going to do it? He said now? I mean already? I said why not, I will do it to Julie. Then he asked what about that toy thing? Kim said after you do what I ask I will show you and so will Julie. So Doug moved around and got between Kim's legs, she raised her knees and spread her legs, he had a perfect view, Julie and I was watching since this was the first time have seen Kim and Doug together. He was not sure what to do but Kim was a good instructor, she told him where to kiss and where to lick and what spot was important, he was really doing well, but then again what 13 year old boy would not love to have their face buried in a sweet pussy? Julie and I decided it was time for us to play around, I was beside her and we just put or arms around each other, then we laid down, I fondled her tits and she had her hand on my dick, I kissed her and she tongued me, damn that was hot. Then I said want me to get you off, she said like Doug is doing? I said yes, and she said yes please. So she got into the same position as Kim and I got between her legs. I had been there before so I knew what she wanted, I did my best to give it to her too. Was not long before I hear Kim moaning, I could feel the bed moving so I knew she was getting what she needed. I worked on Julie, was not long before she was also humping my mouth, she was so easy to please. Kim got off first, then in a few minutes so did Julie, Both Doug and I were sitting up now and all we could say was wow, wow. The girls moved up towards the headboard and propped themselves up on the pillows, Kim said now let's see you 2 do each other, I said we can do that, Doug said I want to see that toy thing. Kim said you guys do your stuff then we will show you. So we laid longways and got into a 69 position, me on top. As we started Doug said I do not think I will be able to hold off for long, I said either will I but we can do it again. So after maybe 10 minutes we both blew our loads not very far apart either, I got mine first, then I swallowed his. Kim said next time I get to do that. I said you could have this time with a smile. So now Doug and I were relaxed, the girls sitting up, Kim spread her legs and took the vibe toy, turned it on. I said Doug this is what you have been wanting to see, once again all he could say was wow, Kim took the vibe and ran it up and down her slit, stopping on her button each time, then after maybe 5 or 6 trips up and down she went down and slowly inserted it. Doug was amazed, not unlike I was the first time I saw her do it. Both of us started to get hard again, so Kim took herself off to pleasure land again. She laid back and handed the vibe to Julie, and right on cue Julie did the exact same thing, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She had her orgasm too, then she turned off the vibe and laid back also. We were all still in the glow but as I said Doug and I were boned again. Well we sat there and Julie said I am getting one of these vibes with the money I get from working tomorrow, she said it will be great when I am alone at home. I said yes you can think of the times we had here while doing it, I know I will when I am alone and masturbating. I said let me show you something Doug brought with him, I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer and got the little bag. I opened it and poured the contents out on the bed. Both girls said are those rubbers? We both replied yep. Kim said where did you get the Doug, and he told her how he and a friend stole them at the drug store. She asked well have you used one? He said no have not had a chance yet. I said okay girls this makes a difference now, would you let us fuck you since we have these now? Kim said maybe and so did Julie, they both said not tonight though, I said no problem. Kim said do you guys want to get off again? I looked at Doug and we both shook our heads. Kim reached for my dick and Julie went of Doug's, she said now lay down and we both turned and laid like she said. In no time at all she had her mouth on my dick. I glanced at Julie and Doug and she was working toward going down on him, when she finally got down there and took him in her mouth he moaned so loud, He was in heaven, well so was I. After a bit I said it won't be long now Kim, she said let me know ok, I said I will. Was not even 5 minutes and I could feel the eruption about to happen, I said I am going to shoot, she just kept sucking, finally I tensed up and said here it comes. She did not stop, then I shot, she just kept on, when I had stopped pulsing she took her mouth off and moved up to my face, she kissed me and pushed my sperm into my mouth ( had never done that with her before, but I did know what a snowball was, did not know she knew though) Was just minute later and Julie did the same thing to Doug, now he had never even had a snowball before, so this was really new to him. He said why did you do that? She said because I could, I said tell the truth it was hot wasn't it? He replied yes it was, and I like to taste my cum. For about 10 more minutes we laid there touching... then Kim said guess we should get some sleep, we all agreed. They went to their room, Doug looked at me and said I never expected all that, Kim is really wild. I said I thought Julie was then Kim arrived and taught us a thing or two. I said can you imagine seeing the two of them having those toys and doing them together. I then said who knows since you brought those rubber we might get our first cousin fuck before the week is over. He said you think they will? I said I bet for sure Kim will not sure about Julie yet. We will see I guess. Morning arrived and we got up and got dressed, I told the girls they needed to wear jeans and also take one of my flannel shirts, the sun is hot and you get burnt easy and the hay is scratchy. We ate, Grandma had a Cooler filled with ice water for us to take (even back then it was HYDRATE HYDRATE HYDRATE) PopPop took us over and dropped us off, Mr Embry was glad to see us, he said that Ms Embry would have our lunch for us, he asked who had drive a tractor before, I said I have and so did Kim, Had a little Ferguson TO-20 tractor to pull the hay wagons or manure spreader. That was what we would be using. So he had the tractor hitched to two wagons, he said follow him, I said Kim you drive first, she was in the seat in no time, she knew how to start it and which gears were which, Mr Embry got in his truck, the other 3 of us got in back. He took us out to the first field where we would be picking up the hay. Kim followed no problem , she was a natural, go figure. We dropped one wagon off and then he said how he wanted them stacked and how high, he said extra trips to the barn are better than having an overload spill and have to reload it. I was glad to see these were the little what was called Kicker Bales, about half the weight of the large bales, lots easier to throw and stack, He gave us all gloves and 2 hay hooks for me and 2 for who ever was going to be on the wagon. I told Julie to ride on the fender of the tractor and watch Kim dive and also where the controls were. So Mr Embry said get two wagon loaded and then head to the barn, I'll get the hay elevator set up into the hay mow, see you later ok? We all said ok see you in a while. I told Kim how close to get to the bales, told her first gear and idle was fast enough for starters. I have done this before and kind of knew what to expect, no reason to push to fast and burn out. I was on the ground and Doug was on the wagon, we started loading and it was going well, We got about half a wagon loaded and I told Doug lets trade, so we did. Soon the wagon was loaded and we were working on the second wagon load. As we round the corner to hit the next row I said lets break and get a drink. Kim stopped the tractor and shut it off, We had hung the water cooler jug on a hook under the wagon bed. We did not have cups or glasses so we just took the jug up and pushed the button and drank from the spout. The day progressed and we had done almost 5 wagon loads, we had done lunch and all the hay was up the elevator and stacked in the hay mow. My Embry pulled up just as we finished the last of the 5th wagon. He got out of his truck and said well how is it going? We said that is the last, he said how many more loads you think, we said that's all there is. He said you got that whole field done? We said yes all of it, he said it's only 2 in the afternoon you work fast. He said well let me go get some money and then I'll pay you all and then run you back to your Grandparents. He headed to the house, we all were wondering how much we would get, maybe 4 or five dollars each. (remember this was the mid 60's and we were just kids to boot) So he comes back out and asked well did you all pull your own weight, we looked at each other and then in unison said we sure did. Then he proceeded to hand us ALL a nice crisp Ten Dollar Bill. We were shocked, we all said thank you very very much. He took us home and PopPop was sitting on the porch, as we walked up with Mr Embry behind us, PopPop said what happened couldn't they hack it with a SMILE on his face, Mr Embry said you got some hard worker here, they finished up in record time and did not complain one bit. PopPop said yep they can be good kids, most of the time anyway. Mr Embry said thanks again, and we thanked him. We were dog tired. Grandma came out and said how bout some lemonade, we said how about us heading to the pond? Can you put lemonade in the Water Jug and give us some paper cups or something? So Grandma prepped the Lemonade and bagged some snacks, we went up and got on shorts and tank tops, slipped on our tennis shoes. When we got down or stuff was waiting, We picked it up, Kim had grabbed towels. Grandma and PopPop were there on the porch, Grandma says guess you don't need swimsuits huh? We looked back over our shoulders and said sure don't and kept on walking. We got to the dock. I said how bout we row out to the floating dock so we can take the Lemonade and snacks. They said good idea. We got in the little flat bottom boat, put the oars in place and I rowed told them direct me.... and they did. We tied off the boat and got on the floating dock. Unloaded our stuff, we spread the towels out. Then Julie said I am hot and ready to get wet, before you knew it all 4 of us were buck naked, seemed so normal. We all jumped into the water. Damn it was so refreshing especially after the hot work with the hay. We got in and out of the water used the tubes and floated some too. I can still see the bodies of those sweet young girls, and also Doug. I knew this was going to be a summer to remember. We got out and sat on our towels, we got a drink and looked to see what snacks we had, there were cookies and potato chips and some Frito's. While we ate we talked, we wondered if we could get Grandma to take us to town tomorrow. I said she usually goes to the grocery on Monday so I bet she will. She just wants to be back so she can watch The Price is Right and then her soaps. We did not do much out there, maybe we were too tired or maybe we were saving up for tonight (as teen boys I do not think we were saving for anything) Now do not ask me why I did not just pee while swimming, but maybe it was because I wanted to pee in front of the others. Anyway I said I got to pee, I stood up and wen to the side of the float and was getting ready to pee, Kim said turn a bit, I turned and said is that enough, she said perfect. I let it go, I had not peed for hours, so I had a lot. Kim says to Julie isn't that so hot? Julie said it is fun to watch boys pee. I finished up and then said who is next, Kim said I will in a minute, so did Kim and Doug. Was not long before we had seen all of us pee. I had only wished that it had been peed on me. We swam for a bit more then decided to dry off get dressed and go back to the house. We got back to the house and as we walked up to the porch, Grandma says well did you all enjoy a nice skinny dip? It was to the point it was not embarrassing anymore, we said yep it is always fun. PopPop said it sure is. I always thought they had an idea what was going on with us kids, they never said anything but really what would you expect from teen boys and girls? I will pick up from here in Volume 6
Title: 2 Boy 2 Girl Cousins Volume 6 & 7 Tags: Diary Introduction: The conclusion to this summers fun on the farm Content: Volume 6 & 7 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins Well we left off on Sunday evening, we had worked on the neighbors farm, helping get the hay up and then into the Hay Mow. We were tired for sure, we had just returned from a refreshing skinny dip in the pond, it was not even 8 yet, but we were tired. Grandma said I bet you kids are beat, we all replied yep we worked hard today, that dip in the pond was really refreshing. PopPop said Mom's going the grocery in town tomorrow bet you will want to go, that money must be burning a hole in your pocket. Grandma said we will go after we have breakfast and get the dishes done. I said I don't know about the others but I'm going to get a shower and go to bed. The other said that sounds like a good idea. So we gave our kisses and hugs and headed up the stairs, we got to the landing up top just before we would go into our rooms, I said are you too tired or do you want to come to our room, the girls said they would be there after they showered. As we usually did us boys showered first, Doug and I washed even washed each others backs with a wash rag and soap, and we did not even do anything sexual with one exception. Doug was standing under the shower head, I was in front of him, he started to pee and took hold of his dick and aimed it all over me. Okay piss was and is one of my favorite kinks, I was going to piss in the shower too but not on him, but now he was fair game and I let it go on him too. We finished up dried off and I knocked to let the girls know we were done, Doug and I went and turned the sheets down, I turned the radio on to the local Top 40's station, it was The American Top 40 with Casey Kasem. Doug and I sat on the bed naked, I said you think we will get lucky enough to actually fuck them sometime this week? He said I don't know but I hope so, I'm sacred to ask though. I said I will break that ice, then he said if we do can I do Kim. I said you mean do Kim first?, I said if we get to fuck then I bet it will be more then once, especially if we do it early in the week. All of us would be going home next Saturday, in just another week school would start. (note I hated FUCKING school with a passion) Doug said you think more then once? I if we get to at all then I would say yes more than once and you brought enough rubbers. I said have you ever put a rubber on? He said no, I said that the correct way is to take it out of the wrapper place it on the tip of your dick and unroll it. If we get the chance and you are not sure watch how I do it ok. He said ok thanks. The girls had finished up and the door opened and there were two very cute naked teen girls. That was all it took to bone us both, once again Kim said I see you are happy to see us. We all laughed a bit. They got up on the bed with us and we were in the circle again. Kim said got any ideas? I said you really want to know, she said yes. I said well we do have those rubbers, Have you girls thought about going all the way? Julie said we talked about it, Kim said yeah we talked about it. I said well did you decide? Then Julie said I am afraid it will hurt, I said think of this, you see both of our dicks, you used that vibe right? She said yes, I said well where is that vibe? Kim said here, she had brought it and tucked it under a pillow. I said let me see it, she gave it to me. I held it beside my dick, sadly it was just a bit longer but it was also fatter. I said measure Doug so he did the same it was almost exact against his dick. I said see if this went in and did not hurt then our dicks will not hurt you either, not like we are older with really big dicks. (I was selling hard here) Then I said don't you agree? They both said yes we do. I said Doug and I are new to this too, I do not know what to expect, I know that guy almost always have an orgasm, but girls sometimes need help. So I make a deal, if we do fuck, and you need more to get your orgasm, I will do what ever you want me to do. Doug said me too. I said if we do it and you are not feeling anything you could rub your spot with the vibe while I am inside. Kim said I never thought of that, maybe that would be a thing to do. I said I am not sure but I bet I do not last long once I get inside, Julie said so who would go first? I said would you want one of us to do it as a couple so the other could watch? Or us all do it at once? She said watching would be fun. Kim said yes that would be hot, I said well if it's a show then we would need to turn some light on, they said ok. Then I said well are you willing, are we going to do it? Julie said I promise I will do it, but I would like to watch Kim do it first, I said well Kim who do you want for your first, she said you 2 choose, I told Doug Best 2 out of 3 Rock Paper Scissors? He said ok, so we did, he won the first round then I won the next 2. So it was me and Kim, To say I was boned is an understatement, I reached and got 2 rubbers out of the drawer, I said Kim keep the vibe handy, she said it's right here under the pillow. I opened that package, took the rubber and placed it on the tip of my dick, I unrolled it, It fit no problem not loose at all, even on my little dick. The rubbers were prelubed, I said Kim lay back on the pillow she did, I took hold of her legs and raised them at the knee. I took a finger and rubber her slit, she was nicely lubricated naturally, I was on my knees and moved forward, I put her legs on my shoulder. I said her we go you ready? She said go slow please I said ok, I was up against her pussy hole, I slightly pushed and I was in, I then went all the way, she gasped a bit, I said are you ok? She said oh yes it feels so good. Julie asked did it hurt and Kim said no not at all, you will be ok, Doug said wow that is the first time I have seen a guy fuck in person. I slowly moved in and out, I did not want it to end too quick. As I went in and out Kim seemed to meet my every stroke in rhythm. I said are you going to use the vibe, she was already reaching for it. She flipped the switch and turned it on. She placed it on her special spot, and just slightly moved it, I could actually feel it on my dick too. I said I feel that, it feels good. She seemed to be in the best of both worlds, she was feeling something inside while also getting off with the vibe. I moved a bit quicker, I knew I was not going to last much longer it was feeling so good her warm pussy wrapped around my dick. I said are you close and she said not long why?, I said I am really close, she said you can shoot if you want, just stay in me till I have my orgasm. So I started to pump harder and faster, within moments I was there, I said I am cumming, I started to pulse out my sperm into that condom inside her pussy. She said I fell that it is so awesome. I stayed inside her pressed hard against her pubic bone, she was so close then she let out a loud moan, glad the radio was on. She had hers and I had mine and I had fucked my cousin and she had fucked me. I pulled out, I took the condom off, grabbed a couple Kleenex and wiped my dick dry, I took the condom and held it to my mouth and slid my finger down pushing the load of cum into my mouth, as soon as it was all in my mouth I moved toward Kim and snowballed her. We embraced for a few minutes, then I turned over and said well Julie and Doug showtime. I asked them well what did you think, they both said it made them both horny, I said well Doug get your rubber on and lets see if you are up to it. So he followed my lead, got the rubber on and did what I did almost exactly, Kim gave the vibe to Julie. Both Kim and I said well do it. And they did, Julie had no pain and Doug did what he needed to do, Julie got off just a bit before Doug, he finished and did exactly what I did and snowballed Julie. We laid there for about 30 minutes or so, the girls said they were going to bed, we hugged and kissed each other, and they went off to their room. Doug and I were laying side by side, I turned over and moved on top of him, I kissed him like never before and he kissed back the same way, we hugged and fondled each other, I said well thanks to your rubbers we both got to fuck our cousins. I would say as much as we all enjoyed I bet we get to do it until it is time to leave Saturday, Doug said can I do Kim next time, I said your choice sure. I said how did it feel to you being inside her pussy, he said it was like nothing else ever. Monday morning came and after breakfast and dishes we were off to town, we headed to the Ben Franklin 5 and 10. Julie knew what she was getting for sure, Doug and I just wondered around. When we were ready to leave we all met at the front at the register, Julie laid her items down and I put mine beside here, I told the clerk I was paying. It came to a bit over $5.00.... we got outside and Julie asked why I paid, I said well Tony and I bought the one for Kim, it's only fair. Volume 7 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins We went across the street to the IGA to find Grandma, We found her, she asked well did you kids find treasures? We said sure now we need to get some snacks. So we went looking, we got some things, and checked out. Grandma was just heading to the checkout. She got done and the man brought her groceries out to the car. We headed back to the farm. Then helped get the groceries into the house and even helped put some away. Grandma asked did we have big plans, we said not really, she said it's getting really hot, maybe a picnic and some swimming would be a good idea. She said you will need to be careful you don't get sunburned. Then she said how about I fix a picnic basket with some stuff and a cooler of Kool Aid, you can go to the pond. I said hey how bout while you and the girls get that ready Doug and I will go put up the canopy at the pond. So Doug and I went to the pond, got the canopy out of the shed, put it in the row boat, we rowed out and then set the canopy up on the floating deck. PopPop had rigged it with holes and little straps to keep it from blowing off or getting knocked off. It was going to be a perfect place to spend the rest of the day. We got back to the house and the basket was packed and ready, the girls were coming down the steps, Kim had my gym bag, I said why do you have that, she said I needed it for a few things, I said ok. So off we went heading to the pond, told Grandma we will see you later, she said if you not back by dinner I'll send PopPop out to bring you back, we said ok. We got to the pond, loaded the stuff into the row boat, then I said well we going to undress here or out on the float? Julie being the somewhat logical one said if we do it here we won't have to worry about getting our clothes wet. I said sounds good to me, and I started getting naked, naked was one of my favorite things. The others followed suit. We all got in and Doug took the job of rowing, Kim was the guide, we got to the float. I tied the boat off and went up the ladder and then they handed me stuff, Kim had brought the beach towels, well we got steeled and checked to see what lunch was going to be, we had bologna and cheese sandwiches, also peanut butter and jelly. There were Fritos and potato chips, some cookies. We were hungry so we decided to eat, the canopy was doing a great job of keeping the sun off of us, there was a removable side you could move, we had it on the side where the sun was glaring. We poured some drinks, and got paper plates, put our food on them and then sat back to eat. I said hey Kim what's in my gym bag? She oh that, well here look. She grabbed the bag unzipped it, she pulled out 2 hand towels, I said what they for she said maybe we get messy, then she pulled out the new vibe that was Julies, still in the package and then her vibe. I said oh you have some serious plans. Then she reached in again and pulled out 4 rubber, dropped them in front with the other stuff. She aid I got these out of the nightstand, who knows what might happen. Doug said yeah who knows. Julies said I think I do. I said well if that is what you want then I guess that is what we will do then. We ate then decided to swim and float in the tubes for a bit, Kim was in a tube, I was swimming, I swam over and grabbed hold of the rope on the tube. I was able to just hold on and kick my feet, kind of just floated us around, I put my arm through the side of the tube next to Kim, then with my other hand I reached under and lightly pinched her butt. She let out a yell, and said damn something bit my ass. I said maybe a fish, then I said no it was me, and I put my hand on her butt, she said funny guy. We horsed around a bit, I was having a hard time keeping my hands off of Kim, She did not seam to mind. I was thinking, I am going to be playing with Julie today, and if it gets to fucking then I get her and Doug gets Kim. I let go of the tube, I swam over towards Julie and Doug, I said hey Doug you might want to go visit with Kim, I said hey Julie, isn't this fun? She said yes it is, I'm going to hate to go home Saturday, I said you and me both. I was hanging onto her tube like I had with Kim, I reached under and just touched her with my finger, she said yikes a fish just bit me, I said no it was me, I put the palm of my hand on her ass. I said are you sore from last night, she said not inside or anything just across my abdomen, I said that's from you orgasm, she said guess what Kim and I did after we went to bed? I said what? She said we both used the toy again, I said no wonder you are sore. I asked her do you do stuff with any of your friends, she said I have a friend that is an only child too, almost every other Friday I go to here house then the other week she says at ours. I asked so what do you do? She said well we kiss and cuddle, we touch each other down there, we have both put a finger in the other. I said that sounds like fun, she said it is. Then she said I can hardly wait to show her my toy, she will love it. I agreed she will for sure. I told her talking to you has made my dick hard, she said isn't it always? I said believe it or not no it is soft most of the time, you girls seem to keep him up. I said I'm going to get out for a while, she said pull me over too, so I did. We got out and laid on the towels, I was right beside her on my back and my little dick was straight up. She put her hand around it and lightly stroked,I put my hand in her crotch, 2 finger between, she opened her legs a bit, I moved down and slipped my finger inside. I rubbed on her clit a bit too, she did not resist at all. Kim and Doug were chatting it up and finally they also came in and got on the float. As Julie and I played I said Julie told me you and her played again after you went to bed. She said yep we did, I said are you sore, she said just my abdomen muscles, not inside or down there. I said those orgasms are doing that. She said I guess so, she and Doug also laid down, Doug was boned too, Kim said maybe we need to do something about that, what you think Doug? Doug said like what? She said well I did bring our toy and rubbers, he said you mean fuck out here? She said why not? She said I'm ready if you are, I asked Julie how bout you? She said if you are I am. I said ok, Kim tossed me a rubber and one to Doug, both of us rolled them on. I turned over and moved on top of Julie, she raised her legs, then she said wait, she fumbled to find her toy, she said here open it and put the batteries in. I did it no problem, I said you ready now and she said yep. I got into position, I felt her pussy slit, it was all wet, along with the lubed rubber we were good to go. I moved in closer and put her legs on my shoulder, then I put the tip of my dick against her slit and pushed, it slid right in. She gasped a bit, then said That feels good inside me. I said it sure does, she said are you going to have an orgasm too? I said that's a silly question, you will find out Boys ALWAYS do. She put her new toy to work on her clit, I said you know what that spot is called? She said it's my clit. She had closed her eyes and was working her way to an orgasm, she would rub then stop, then rub more, she would slide it down touching my dick. Then she would move back up, after about 10 minutes of me sliding in and out and her with her toy, she let out a muffled moan, almost a scream. She was in heaven. I had been taking it slow because I did not want to cum first, now I could do it, I pumped harder and faster, in just moments I could feel the eruption coming, she said are you going to shoot, I said yes, and just then I let loose. She pushed towards me, as I pushed into her pubic bone. I pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. It was one of my best orgasms so far. I relaxed and Julie put her legs down I lay on top of her resting on my elbows so as not to be too heavy on her. I kissed her on the lips then on the cheek and her neck. We both looked over to see Doug and Kim, I must say he was really doing a good job, Kim was using her vibe just like Julie did. Doug had Kim's legs on his shoulder like I did, He was pumping in and out. Kim started humping back and then she cried out Doug FUCK me harder, He took the cue and pounded her hard, In and out at a rapid pace, I said to Julie, he can't last much longer, I no sooner got those words out and he pushed hard and said I'm cumming. Then he pumped and pumped, Kim said I can feel your dick throbbing. We I had gone soft so I slipped out and rolled over onto my back, I started to sit up and take care of my rubber, Julie said lay there, I did. She slowly removed the rubber. She held it to prevent any cum from coming out then she bent over and licked my dick clean. Then she sat up took the rubber open end into her mouth and then used her fingers to slide the reaming load into her mouth, she mumbled yum. Then she pulled me up, I was right beside her, she kissed me and stuck her tongue into my mouth pushing my cum into my mouth. We kissed and swapped spit for a few minutes, then she said your juice tastes so good. We watched Doug and Kim, being able to share sex like this was a dream come true for us, I am sure many other cousins our age wish they had done it too. Time had slipped away, we actually did not even have a watch or clock. We were putting stuff into the picnic basket and Kim was putting stuff into the gym bag, I took the little bag that the toy and rubber had been in and put the used ones in it, I said I'll throw these away at the house. We heard a horn honk, it was PopPop, we were buck naked and our closes were on the dock. We waved at him to let him know we saw him. The girls said what now? I said just wrap a towel around yourself, thy know we skinny dip. All four of us wrapped up in towels, we put stuff into the boat and rowed back to shore. We unloaded onto the dock, the I grabbed the rope and pulled the boat further in to the shore, I slipped on my shoe and told Doug to do so too. Then the 2 of us pulled the boat out of the water onto the shore. The girls had the rest of the stuff, I said hey PopPop is it okay if we just wear the towels back to the house, he said it don't matter, towels or no towels. We put the stuff in the back of the truck and we climbed in hanging our leg over the tailgate. PopPop asked you ready? We all yelled yes. We got back to the house and carried the stuff in. PopPop was last in, he said Mom look what I found 4 naked kids out in our pond. She laughed and said were you surprised, he said nope. Grandma said go was off and get dressed Supper is ready. We all four headed up the steps, There was no modesty at all, really why would be be modest, after what we have been doing. All four of us were in the bathroom, I started the shower, and one by one we passed through, I look over and Kim is sitting on the toilet peeing, oh what a site that was, she had no idea how much she was feeding my fetish. We went down and ate, Grandma said you kids have a good time? We all said we sure did, we lost track of time. She said I figured that is why I sent PopPop out to get you. PopPop was not at the table yet, I said he is not mad because we were skinny dipping is he? She said your PopPop mad about that no way Patrick, We are just happy you all like to be here and enjoy the same things. I said I hope we can come back next summer or maybe even spring break. The others said yeah me too.
Title: 2 Broke Girls - Employee of the Month Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Asian, Ass to pussy, Blackmail, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fan fiction, Female Domination, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Voyeurism, Young Introduction: Max and Caroline seduce Han + Oleg Content: 2 Broke Girls fanfiction Chapter 1 The girl’s day starts off just like any other, go to work at the diner. The girls are greeted by the gentleman remarks from Earl, followed by the perverted but feel good remarks from Oleg. Han comes out to the diner from his office Han: Howdy everyone. Max: Oh look Caroline it’s a leprechaun. Han: Haha, so funny. Staff meeting after close tonight. Oleg (leaning through the serving window): But I have plans with Sophie. Earl: I, uh, I got stuff to do. Han: What could you possibly have to do at 2am. Earl: I’ve got a late night date with a lovely lady. Max and Caroline: Who’s the girl, Earl? Earl: Yours truly, Mary-Jane, if you get my drift. Max: HA! Oops, I mean, ya I gotta go help Earl with Mary-Jane. Han: Oh no you’re not! You’re all attending this meeting. Han walks off. Caroline: I wonder what he wants to have a meeting about. Max: He probably just wants a reason to complain some more. Caroline: I don’t know Max, he sounded pretty serious about this one. Max: Pft, Caroline, are you forgetting that’s how Han always looks. Caroline: ya I guess so. Later that evening. Han: Staff meeting time!!!! Thank you everyone for coming. Earl: Not like we had a choice. Han: That’s not the point. The point is, you guys aren’t working hard enough. You show up late, you slack off, and you Max and Caroline think cupcakes are more important. Max: Well, duh. Caroline: Ya well forgive us for having a future outside of this dump. Oleg: She’s got a point you know. Hurry up, Sophie is waiting for me. Han: Well I’m introducing an employee of the month award. Winner gets $500. Max: SAY WHAT NOW?! Han: That’s right, $500 dollars to the hardest working employee. Earl: Just think of all the Mary-Jane that could get. Han: Enough with the names, I know you mean the marijuana. Caroline: Oh look Max, Han actually knows something in your field of expertise. Max: Ha you’re right. Not that he probably knows how to use it. Han: I’ll have you know, I smoked up time to time back in college. I was real cool. Or as the kids say now I had “swag”. Max: Han if you ever say that word again, you’re going to find yourself hanging out of the dumpster. Han: Alright, Alright. Everyone can go now. Oleg: Oh look a text message from Sophie. She got tired of waiting. Thanks a lot Han. Earl: See ya later (Leaves). Caroline: Max, we need to get that $500. We really need the money. Oleg: Ha, I’m going to win that money. Max: Hey Caroline, I’ll catch up with you in the back in a bit. Caroline goes off to the back, to prepare to open the cupcake shop. Max: Oleg, how bout we settle this competition now. Oleg: Oh ya, what do you have in mind? Max: I bet I can get Han to motorboat me all on his own, if I’m successful, you will drop out of the employee competition and have to come to work for a week in a tutu. Oleg: And what if I win? Max: I’ll let you fuck me in the ass, and I’ll drop out. Oleg: Deal. Max: Follow me. Max and Oleg head to Han’s office, Oleg hides outside the door. Max enters the room and corners Han, when he turns around she shoves her chest into Han’s face. Han taken by surprise, manages to back himself out. Han: Max, what are you doing to me? Max: What do you think I’m doing, I’m trying to seduce you. Max unbuttons the rest of her uniform and lifts her D cup boobs out of the uniform, still barely held in place by her black bra. Han: uh. Oh my. Max what, why? Max: Come here little boy. Han is hesitant and doesn’t move, still in Aww. Max undoes her bra, and allows her big boobs to be free. Oleg peeping around the corner, staring in aww as well, having never actually seen Max’s bare boobs. Max approaches Han and shoves his head between her tits and shakes them in his face. Max gives Oleg a wink and a smile, thinking she has won. Oleg shakes his head no, because Han didn’t do it on his own. Max tries to silently argue with him while Han’s head is trapped in her chest. Max accepts defeat, Oleg pleased, walks away, to go back to his kitchen to wait for Max. Max: Well damn. Well I’m here and horny. Might as well make the most of it. Max pulls down Han’s pants and boxers, to reveal his not so amazing less than average size penis. Max pushes him against his desk and buries his dick between her tits. Titty fucking Han. Han letting out grunts and groans of pleasure. He places his hands on her enormous breasts and starts controlling the pace of her tits around his dick. Not soon after, Han starts to squirm and without warning starts to cum. Shooting his sperm all over Max’s boobs, while she continues to titty fuck him to the full extent, cum shooting up onto her face; lips, nose, cheeks, etc. Max with a huge grin on her face gives Han a seductive look and says “For a small guy you sure do cum a lot”, as she licks her lips, wipes the cum off her face with her hand, licking her fingers clean of it. Wiping the rest of her face off with her uniform, she puts her boobs back in her shirt, but leaves the bra as a reminder to Han; in hopes it’ll get her the $500. Max walks out of his office, and runs into Caroline at the kitchen door. Caroline: Max, there you are. What took you so long? Max: I got caught up, sorry. Caroline: Doing what? Max: (thinking on her feet), cleaning. Caroline: Max Black cleaning???!!! What were you --- Max: Hey! For your information, I was cleaning up; making myself look better before we open. Caroline: (shrugs in acceptance) Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Anyways, I’ll meet you back there in 20min, gonna use the washroom, and maybe I’ll tidy up too. Caroline walks off towards the side hallway. Max walks into the kitchen. Oleg: There you are. You lost. Max: Ya, ya. Let’s get this over with. Caroline is going to be gone the next 20min. Oleg runs his hands over Max’s butt, getting a good feel of those ass cheeks, he than slides his hands up into her uniform, to discover her breasts are bare and not enclosed by a bra. Max has her back to Oleg, and is beginning to bite her lip. Surprising even herself that she’s enjoying Oleg’s foreplay. Oleg slips one hand down the front of her pants, and begins to rub her pussy through her thong. Max getting wet again, getting caught up in the moment, lets out a faint moan, before catching herself and making Oleg stop. Max: Hey now, I said anal only. Oleg: Alright. Oleg pulls Max’s pants down and tosses them to the side. He gets his face right against her ass, and bites the waist string of the thong, pulling it with his teeth it snaps off. Max: Great there goes both my garments. Max pulls her uniform up and off, leaving her completely nude in the diner kitchen, alone with Olaf. Oleg strips off his pants, but keeps his fish net wife beater on. He lifts Max up and sits her on the table in by the server window. He kisses Max’s neck and Max loses her mind, never having expected Oleg of all guys to be this good at making her crazy. They start making out, getting more and more heavy. Max pushes him off her for a moment. Max: Do you have lube? Oleg reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out a small bottle of lube. Max gets up off the table and turns around. Leaning on the counter now. Her ass facing Oleg. Oleg lubes up his dick, knowing that he won’t need a condom for anal, it’ll get in the way. Oleg approaches Max, and puts the tip of his dick at the entrance of Max’s ass. He squeezes a few drops of lube onto her asshole and he smears it around the hole with his fingers and than slowly pushes his fingers into her asshole, Max jumps at how cold it is. Oleg gives Max’s ass a big spank, leaving a red handprint. This gets Max even hornier. Max: Put it in already! Oleg takes his fingers out and pushes his dick slowly into her ass. Max makes a slight pain face, but still enjoying and getting off on it. -----Meanwhile----- Caroline left Max, and headed to the hallway, where she did a double take to make sure Max wasn’t watching, and then she ducks into Han’s office. She finds Han sitting on the edge of his desk, looking like he just saw a ghost. Caroline just missed walking in on him with his pants around his ankles. Han still managed to pull them up despite being in awe after Max left. Caroline: Han, Han! Are you ok? Han: Oh Caroline, hi, sorry about that. Yes I’m fine. Caroline: Ok…, Han I wanted to talk to you about the $500. Han: What about it? You have to win it like everyone else. I’m not giving free handouts. Caroline: What? I didn’t even say anything. Han: Sorry, how can I help you then? Caroline: Well…. Caroline takes a deep breath and slowly approaches Han, knowing the reason she came in here, was to seduce him into getting that $500 for her and Max. Not knowing Max just completed a similar plan. Caroline grabs Han’s hand, and slides it to her waist band and down into her undies, down her smooth pussy, and to her pussy lips, positioning his fingers against her clit and in the entrance of her tight vagina. Han: Ca-a-r-r-oline Caroline: Shhh, I’m going to let you fuck me right here in the diner, I need that $500. Caroline slips her uniform off, revealing her pink bra and undies, not as risqué as Max’s but still sexy. Caroline undoes her bra, and exposes her small perky B cup breasts to Han. Caroline keeps Han’s hand down her panties, slowly rubbing her clit and pushing a finger into her tight pussy. She pulls Han even closer and lines her breasts up with his face. She demands he open his mouth. He does just that and she guides one of her breasts into his mouth. Han closes his mouth down around her perky nipple, and wastes no time squeezing, teasing and caressing the other one with his free hand, pinching and rubbing her other nipple, rubbing her clit harder, and a little faster, and flicking his tongue around her other nipple and lightly using his teeth on it. Something Caroline didn’t know she enjoyed until now. Caroline is already moaning, and dripping wet. She finally finds a moment and breaks free from Han, she grabs his tie and pulls him along. She leads him to the dining area and slips her panties off and leans against the cash counter/bar. She drops Han’s pants, and grasps his dick, giving him a small hand job, she kisses him and then gets on her knees and licks the tip of his dick, and she then takes his entire dick in her mouth and starts blowing him. A few minutes pass, and she stops. Caroline: I don’t want you to cum yet. She than leans herself against the bar again, facing Han, Han with his dick in hand, goes over to her and lines his dick up with her pussy, sliding it in. Caroline lets out a faint moan. Han picks up pace, Caroline grabbing onto anything she can, opened mouth, silent moans. Caroline than changes into doggy style against the counter. Han resumes fucking her. Her perky tits bouncing with each thrust. Caroline lets out a big moan. This catches the attention of Max who is on the other side of the wall. Max: Caroline!? Oleg thrusts harder into her ass, the speed picking up too, and Max ends up swatting her arms out along the counter knocking kitchen items over. Caroline: (also in mid-fuck): Max!?? Is that you? Max pulls her now sexually week body up to the serving windows where she sees Caroline getting fucked by Han. Max: CAROLINE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE FUCKING HAN????? Caroline: Yes Max. We need that $500. I’m taking one for the team. Max: By bribing him with sex!?? I just let him fuck my tits. Caroline: Say what? You….let Han titty fuck you? Max: Ya, I wasn’t going to go all the way for $500, (moans) I’m not a prostitute. Caroline: Max, are you (Loud Moan as Han grabs her hips and thrusts deeper) having sex right now? Max: Well ya, sorta. Caroline: WITH WHO??? Max: Oleg. (moooaaannnsss) Caroline: (tries to speak but only moans come out, followed by I’M GOING TO CUM) Caroline: You’re having sex with Oleg? (Looks disgusted before going back to a satisfied expression, after just having cum, but still being fucked by her boss) Max: Just Anal, and a bit of foreplay, but no vaginal. I lost a bet ok… Oleg peers out through the window as well, and gets even more turned on seeing Caroline naked and being fucked. Her slim sexy and perky body, being pounded. This made Oleg speed up even more. Max sticks herself to the window and keeps moaning, unable to control herself, having already cum a few times, Oleg shouts; I’m cumming. Max: Oh ya, fill my ass with your cum. Caroline: Max! Max: Oh shut it slut. You’re fucking Han, like that’s any better. Oleg fills Max’s ass full of cum, he pulls his dick out and cum oozes out and down her pussy lips. Max having just had an orgasm, still laid there, a smile on her face, sweaty and panting for air. Han hearing that Max was being fucked in the ass, gave him an idea, knowing he was going to cum soon. Without lube, he spits on Caroline’s ass and uses it as lube, taking his dick out of her vagina, and pushing it into her ass. Caroline: HAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, NO STOP. Han ignoring Caroline’s pleas, shoves his dick deeper into Caroline’s asshole, and proceeds to speed up, thrusting into her, grabbing her tits and massaging them, relaxing her. Caroline began to enjoy it. Only having tried anal once before in college, and another time during masturbation. Han: I’m going to cum Caroline. Han shoots cum into her ass and pulls out and shoots some on her pussy. Han now exhausted, goes and takes a seat on the bar stool. Caroline and Max clean themselves up, get dressed and before they leave approach Han. Max: I think we are more than deserving of that $500 now, don’t you think. Han: Alright, Alright. I admit defeat. You girls are just too wild. My wallet is in my pants. Caroline reaches in his pants pockets and takes out his wallet, she finds a blank cheque, and brings it to Han, Oleg tosses her a pen. Han writes out the cheque for $500 in Caroline’s name. Max continues to search his wallet where she also finds $500+ in cash. She grabs $500 cash, folds it and tucks it into her boobs. Han: Hey! I said $500! The girls continue to walk to the door. Han: mutters Oh fine, just take it.
Title: 2 Chub Tags: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Plumper, School, Threesome Introduction: They are chubby, horny, secretly bi and would do anything for a way to get a better grade, so I help them with all of that Content: My old University Professor asked me to come and talk to his students about the work I was doing, I don’t really like talking but I love smart university woman and knew often they throw themselves at guests. So on that thought I decided to do it. I talked for about an hour and took questions from the group. There were several women that stood out for me in the crowd and my luck held as two of them stayed behind in the group after the class and eventually it was down to the two of them. They were curious and asked the right questions and it prompted me to ask them to go to the pub with me to discuss things further. I was hoping one of them would be in my bed before the afternoon was up. The first girl, Molly was a raven haired geeky looking sex pot with nice round hips, big brown eyes, long eyelashes and nice firm d cups. She dressed in a striped shirt over tights and black sneakers that matched her big thick GI glasses. Her long thick hair was held back by a white knit hat. She had a smoky deep voice. Like butter it was so rich and delicious. The second girl was Tara a pale skinned red head with her hair down but the bangs clipped back showing off her round freckled face and green eyes. She was the more voluptuous of the two but she wore it well and she had to be at least a c cup. She wore a red t-shirt under a black cardigan with tight blue jeans and red high heeled shoes. She too had on glasses but hers were mauve coloured cats eyes. Her voice was higher but not too bad or harsh in tone and they were making it hard for me to decide which I would want to fuck more. Curvacious university girls are so my jam. We went to a local pub and had lunch and shared a pitcher of draft. When the discussion ran out of steam about what I had been talking to the class about I could tell they were into stating around for a while so I started asking about them and they revealed they both lived in the same dorm and the same floor, studied together, ate together. They were more or less best friends. Neither one had a boyfriend so I asked teasingly if they visited each other late after lights out and became friends with benefits. They laughed and giggled as they looked playfully at each other and said no that no they weren’t lovers, but by the look in Tara’s eye I think maybe she fantasized about it. A lot maybe. It felt like things were winding down when they asked if I could look at their work and I agreed. They did not want to go back to the dorm because it was crowded and noisy, so I invited them back to my apartment instead. They both agreed quickly and happily. Game On! I had now decided that I would try and take them both together. Friends should share! So we got back to my place and Molly began setting up her laptop as I poured three glasses of wine. “I appreciate you helping us out” Tara said as we stood beside Molly who was opening files. “I hope there is a way we can repay you” she smiled very matter of factly at me as she sipped her wine. “oh I think I can think of a way the two of you can repay me” I said as I slipped an arm around her hip and pulled her to me and kissed her. Not even an effort to pull away she pressed back hard and pried my mouth open and we locked in a deep hot wet kiss. Molly spoke up “you two wanna be alone or what?” I looked at her and pulled her to my other side “hell no lets make it a threesome” and I kissed her too. She had the softest lips I had ever felt. “I bet Tara here is up for it” as we french kissed with Tara feeling both our asses. “fuck yeah Molly get some of that and I can have a taste of you too” Tara cheered as I turned and kissed her again. “really you think about the two of us too?" “fuck yes you are a sexy bitch" Tara purred so I then had them kiss each other. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, two voluptuous friends who had been secretly hot for each other finally giving in and tasting each other hungrily. As they kissed I pulled Molly’s shirt off exposing her blue bra with the small white dots. Tara quickly grabbed onto her perky tits. Than I slid her tights down showing off her red thong with pubes showing. Moving around to Tara peeling off her sweater and undoing her jeans they fell to the floor. She had on black briefs, and after pulling her shirt off she had on a plain white bra. Clearly neither one were planning on getting laid with underwear that did not match. They were both smoking hot for having un trimmed pussies too, I love natural woman and these two were sexy as beyond all hell. They turned their attention to me finally and as Molly probed my mouth with her tongue Tara stripped me down. I do not wear underwear so I was naked very quickly and Tara hungrily took my dick in her mouth. “mmm he is a well equipped one eh T” Molly purred as I ran my fingers over her clit. “okay who wants their pussy eaten first?” “ tongue fuck me first” Molly panted and begged. So I took them into the bed room, they followed stripping off their panties, Molly threw her bra on the floor too but I insisted she leave the glasses on, Tara too, I fucking love glasses the two together are so sexy. Tara left her on bra as she laid me on the bed where she assumed a position on her tummy between my legs and continued her blow job as Molly crouched over my face leaning against the wall as I began eating her sex with gusto. After a few minutes Tara crawled up and asked if she could get some of that cunnilingus. I smiled sat up, pushed her down on the bed and went to town on her pussy. The raven haired sex beast lay down on the other side and played with Tara’s tits as I stuck my fingers deep in her pussy. She was on the verge of coming, it was plain to see so I stopped eating her and pushed Molly onto her back and entered her deep. “You can’t come yet” I told Tara as she knelt beside me and rubbed my ass and Molly’s clit. Sending Molly into bliss and arching her back. “you’re mean” she kissed me as I slowly deep dicked her friend. “you wanna come Tara?” I panted in her ear. “how do you want it when you come?” “fuck me like a dog” she licked my chest before getting on all fours above Molly and the two of them kissed deep and hard. “Molly should I fuck you friend in the pussy or the ass?” The two broke their lip lock and Tara groaned a little and said to Molly, “I will take it in the ass if you will, whatta ya say ya fucking whore wanna loose your anal cherry?” “Fuck her in the ass stud, she likes cock in her ass” Molly called out. “oh you are so going to love anal sweetie” Tara gasped as I slid my cock deep into her ass. She gripped Molly’s shoulders tight as Molly played with her tits, sucked on them and rubbed her red pubes and hard clit as I fucked her hard and fast. She came quickly. “ah fuck, ah fuck ah fuck fuck fuck fuck I love dick in the ass! AH ah aha ah ha ha hungh, I love yer soft hands on my pussy lips and clit Moll!” I continued to plow her ass until she stopped moaning and groaning. Molly licked the palm of her hand and stuck her come soaked fingers in my mouth. “you like that hey you red headed tart?” I slapped her ass hard as I continued to fuck her ass. “mmhmm and now you get to take my friends anal cherry” She rolled off of Molly and rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her ass in the air, slapping both cheeks. Those hot thick hips went red with the slap. She pulled her butt cheeks apart and used her finger to rub her friends star fish. “look at that tight little asshole” she began licking it. “just think about how good it will feel as you push into that virgin ass” Tara spit onto Molly’s anus and licked it hard sending waves of pleasure through her friends body. She moved to the head of the bed and leaned against the wall and led Molly to all fours with her head buried between Taras d cups. Tara still had her bra on but it was half off, and soon found herself totally bra free as Molly had peeled off the bra and threw it over her shoulder and began sucking her friends nipples. Her glasses were still on but crooked as I knelt behind her and rubbed my dick on her ass cheeks. Tara pulled her bum apart giving me a good angle on her opening. I pushed my cock in slowly going balls deep as she cried in pain at first. “this really is your first time eh Moll?” I stated as I pulled almost out slowly then back in slowly. She had her head buried in her friends chest so I only heard a faint whimper and grunt. “izz okay lover she’ll adjust soon just be gentle a minute let her little asshole stretch, then she will be grinding on you” Tara instructed as she held her friends cheeks apart still reassuring Molly it was worth it. “don’t worry about it babe you will love the feel of your orgasm when he gets that big cock of his going in you tight little asshole” “oh god T it is starting to feel amazing” Molly gasped as Tara kissed her sexy friend. “told you. nothing feels like cock in your ass. giving you long hard waves of orgasmic fun” Molly now buried her face in Tara’s pussy and licked her pussy as I screwed her ass. “fuck Moll that's it lick my clit, while ya enjoy that nice cock inside you, c’mon baby come for me!” Tara was on the verge of another orgasm as she grabbed Molly’s hair and humped her face. Suddenly Molly arched her back and I grabbed her hair pulling off that hat and sending her glasses flying. She screamed bloody murder as she came and came and came squirting all over Tara and my bed. “Ah fuck yeah honey I love the way you coat me with your come, shit baby” Tara gasped as I pulled out of the spent Molly and knowing she was close to going again I pushed Molly flat against her red headed siren and raised her legs up and entered her again thrusting hard and fast. “ there it is fuck me hard, the girls kissed after Molly came to her senses and replaced the glasses on her face she ground her pussy against Taras tummy as I grabbed her hair pulling her back against me and played with her d cups as Tara came again. I knew I was done I could not hold out much longer as I stood up on the bed and grabbed Molly by the hair and jerked off until I came all over her glasses. “holy fuck you fucking girls are soooo oh oh ohhhh fucking hot” as I coated her entire face with the biggest orgasm I have had in a long time. Molly knelt beside Tara and the redhead licked the spend off the black haired girls face, sharing every drop. I stood watching until every drop of my come was cleaned up. “wish I had recorded this, you know how god damn hot you two look making out like that?” the two of them just looked at me and smiled and invited me to join them on the bed. “maybe you should join us again, we can record it, sell it and make a fortune” Molly thought. “no ladies you do not need me in a video, just get a web cam and they will pay you to do all that and more. Then you two can have each other and make money too” “really?” Molly asked “fuck yesah Moll” Tara cheered, “perverts pay well to watch two college girls lick each other’” “just give me a free show once in a while” I joked. “sweetie, you can have either of us any time you want” Tara said with a smile. “together or separate” Molly added. They took turns kissing me again. “I do love easy university girls” We stayed there making out for a while when I pointed out that now there was no reason the two of them could not be friends with benefits now. Even with out the camera. They smiled at each other and giggled at the thought. They got up, got dressed and I looked over their work, gave them some pointers and we had another glass of wine before they left to go back to their dorm. I hear there is a teaching position coming up at the University......
Title: 2 Different Women-2 Different Cities- 1 Wonderful Day (Part 2) Tags: True Story Introduction: Continuing from part 1 Content: 2 Different Women - 2 Different Cities- 1 Wonderful Day (part two) I entered my bedroom to find Julie, my current girlfriend, naked and handcuffed spread eagle on my bed. “Wow! Hello! How did you get in?” I asked. “Steve let me in!” she replied. (Steve was my roommate). “I was wondering where you were. Where were you?’ she asked. “Not important” I replied.”The question is: what to do with you?” “I think you can figure out something to do” she replied. I looked at her for a moment, then the idea hit me. “I’ll be back!” I said, leaving the room. I knew what I wanted, retrieved those items and returned to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothing and climbed on top of her, positioning myself so that my cock was near her face. I took my cock and rubbed it all over her face, dragging the head across her lips. “Suck it!” I ordered her. She opened her mouth and I shoved it in. She began sucking with great passion as I began thrusting in and out, to the point I got it all in her mouth. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself at the edge of no return. I gave her no warning as I exploded in her mouth. Expecting the outcome, she relaxed her throat and swallowed my whole load. “Mmmm, that was yummy!” Julie purred happily. “Oh, that is just the start!” I exclaimed. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. As we kissed, I reached for her tits. They weren’t as big as Peg’s tits were, but nice enough to tit fuck I decided. I broke our kiss and planted a kiss on her left tit, which made her squeal with joy. I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it as I flicked the other with my fingers. Her soft moans told me that she was getting closer to orgasm. I then flipped myself up and positioned myself so I could tit fuck her. I pushed her mounds together and slipped my cock between them. I fucked her tits for a few minutes. She continued to moan softly and I could feel another load brewing myself. I then decided to help her get off. I slipped my cock from her tits and rearranged myself so that I could give her pussy a good tonguing. It was then I remembered the items I brought with me, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream. I retrieved the chocolate syrup and began to drizzle her with it, her tits, her belly and her pussy. “OH, THAT’S COLD!” she exclaimed, which I think also made her even wetter then she already was. I grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it. I sprayed a line around her tits, capping her nipples with the sweet cream. I then sprayed a line down her belly to her pussy, which I covered completely. I then started from the top, licking the cream and chocolate from her tits down her belly, stopping at her pussy. Her breathing was quite labored. I knew as soon as I began licking her pussy that she would reach her first orgasm, and man, I was right. She flooded my face as I licked the chocolate and cream, making a tasty mixture for sure! After her first orgasm subsided, I went back to licking her again. I quite enjoyed the sweetness of it all. I ate her out like a madman! It wasn’t long before her second one hit, and it hit hard! She bucked like crazy, forgetting that she was restrained, thrashing about the bed. I’m sure that once she came down from her high that her wrists and ankles would be quite sore. Once she did calm down, I don’t think she cared about any discomfort. All she said was “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Well, since she asked…I couldn’t just leave her there like that! I got myself positioned between her legs and proceeded to push the tip of my cock in her. “STOP TEASING!” she screamed. “RAM THAT BIG COCK IN ME DEEP!” I hit bottom with one deep thrust and just kept at it, slamming it into her. “YEEESSSS!” she screamed, loud enough that I thought the whole apartment complex heard her, but that didn’t stop my assault on her pussy. “Oh yea!” I said as I shot my load into her. I climbed off of her exhausted. I sat on the floor as I caught my breath. I could hear her breathing hard as well. I got back to my feet. I looked at her, still cuffed and spread eagle on my bed. “How are you feeling now?” I asked. “Incredible” she replied. “Well, I’ll be back!” I remarked. “Wait!” she said, “Aren’t you going to get me out of these cuffs?” I looked at her for a moment, and then replied with a straight face. “Nope…I’ll be back for more in a bit!” I then left the room. I could just imagine the look of shock on her face! I went to the bathroom and got a washcloth and a basin of warm water, along with some soap. When I returned a few minutes later, she asked me, seeming put out that I left her like that. “What took you so long?” “Well, I was going to clean you up so you wouldn’t be so hot and sticky; but since you seem annoyed, I will leave and come back later.” I then left the room, leaving the items I was carrying there in the room. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. There was a baseball game on. I zoned on that for several minutes. I had closed the door to my bedroom, so all I could hear were muffled sounds…but I knew one of two things; either she was yelling for me, pissed that I left her there or she was sorry and was pleading for me to come back. After a few more minutes the sounds stopped. I got up and approached the door, listening for any sounds from my room. Silence prevailed. I then opened the door slightly and peeked in. She was still on the bed, still cuffed and laying spread eagle. Her eyes were closed. It appeared that she was asleep. I grabbed the washcloth that was on the dresser and dunked it into the now cold basin of water. Wringing it out, I approached my bed and placed the washcloth on her belly. “OOOHHHH, THAT’S COLD!” she screamed. “Hello. Did you enjoy your nap?” “It would have been better if you had let me out of these cuffs.” She replied. “I told you that I would be back for more. Here I am!” I exclaimed. I took the washcloth and touched the edge to her nipples. “Ohh…” she moaned. I washed her breasts with the cool cloth, all the while watching Julie as the light cool touch of the cloth was making her horny. I rinsed the cloth and put it back to her belly. I washed her belly and her hips. After rinsing the cloth again, I washed her pussy. Julie’s emotions were mixed, feelings of pleasure and jolt you get when something cold touches your warm body. After I finished, I put the cloth back into the basin. I looked at Julie, she looked at me. “So, now what?” she asked. “I am going to reposition you.” I released the cuffs from the post. “Move to a position of your hands and knees, please!” I asked. She looked at me, then did as I had asked. Once she got to her new position, I readjusted the cuffs so that she was cuffed back to the bed. “Mmmm, an interesting choice you made. Now what did you have in mind?” she said, sounding either annoyed or sarcastic (I wasn’t sure which). “Well, first off I need to do this…” I grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth. As she tried to spit them out, I noticed something poking out from under the pillow, it was a ball gag! “Well what do we have here! A ball gag! Well, let’s just use this instead!” So I removed her panties and put the ball gag on her. “Much better!” I exclaimed. “Now let’s get down to business.” I extended my hand to her pussy and rubbed her slit, poking a finger in. “Oh yea! Nice and wet!” I said. I then positioned myself on my knees behind her and rubbed my cock on her slit. “Is this what you want? You want me to fill you up with my cock? Maybe I just might do that!” I rubbed my cock some more on her slit, then gently inserted the head. She mumbled something, but with the gag, I had no clue what it was. I slowly pushed, entering her. I could tell that the slow speed was driving her crazy, but I kept that slow speed until I hit bottom. Once that happened, I began to fuck her, slow at first, but then picking up speed. I could tell by her movements and her moaning that she was close to orgasm. After a few more seconds of ramming it into her, she screamed. I could feel her pussy explode, her juices coating my cock. It was then that I pulled out and repositioned myself. I now was poking the tip of my cock to her asshole. We had never tried anal. I never asked her. Today, she was just going to get it. I slowly pushed the tip in. It went in easier than I thought it would. I knew that her slick pussy juice was helping with that. I pushed slowing, entering her an inch at a time. I could feel her insides stretch to accept my manhood. Once I made it all the way in, I fucked her ass hard! I pulled back and slammed her ass. I was pretty sure she was screaming my name, though with the gag it was hard to tell. It wasn’t long that I was ready to cum. And cum I did! I think it was the biggest load I ever shot. I filled her asshole, cum was leaking out around my cock. Once I finished, I removed the ball gag. “DAMN YOU!” she screamed. “That was so painful and so erotic at the same time! I don’t know what to feel.” “Well, I know how I feel…I feel great!” I said. I released her from the cuffs and left the room. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. As I sat there, I began to reflect upon the events of the whole day. “Man, it has been a day!” I thought to myself. “Two women, two cities, one wonderful day!” (Comments are appreciated, but don’t be rude!) (I have other stories, when I get the time I write more!)
Title: 2 Drunks and a Junkyard dog Tags: Sex Joke Content: 2 Drunks walked out of a bar. trying to remain upright, they staggered down the alleyway As they walked, they came across a man looking German Shepard, hunched over licking his balls. The First drunk pokes his buddy "hey Look..." The 2nd drunk blinked and said "huh?" The First drunk Points back at the dog and says "look..." as the dog lapped at it's own Balls "I wersh I coudl do at. The 2nd drunk looked over then looked back at his friend and replied "I'd pet im first!
Title: 2 feet of cock Tags: True Story, Anal, Black Introduction: My slut wifes first trheesome Content: When I found out Ann had her first threesome I was shocked and turned-on at the same time. Ann and her Black Fuck partner Kevin who had a dick about 12” long and 5” wide had planned to have his brother Robert who had a 12” cock and about the same width fuck her. Keep in mind Ann is 5’9” size 3 waist and 38 B sized tits. The day it happened Ann went to Kevin’s house. Hey baby is Robert here? Yeah. Are you ready for this? I have been thinking about it all week I am so ready to get fucked! So Ann goes into the house and sits on the couch next to Kevin and Robert is sitting across from them. They starting watching music videos after about 15 minutes Kevin slid his hand down Ann’s pants and started playing with her pussy as he rubbed her clit and in and out of her fuck hole Ann stared at Kevin while he did this, Robert was so involved in the music videos he didn’t even notice. This went on for about 20 minutes and Ann tried to keep her moans quiet, Kevin pulled out his dick and shoved Ann’s head on his cock and she got on her hands and knees. As soon as this happened Ann looked at Robert and just stared him in the eyes while she was getting fucked in the mouth. Her eyes were watering and she was gagging on this foot long cock, her throat was expanding and she could not breath at some points because he was going so deep. Robert just watched while this was happening for about 20 minutes and then started rubbing his dick above his pants, Ann got excited when she saw his cock raise in his pants, so excited she started fucking Kevins dick with her mouth harder where she was gagging trying to turn Robert on more and more. While all this was happening Kevin had 4 fingers in her wet fuck hole fucking it the whole time. then Ann stood up while Sucking on Kevins huge cock and slid her pants off the rest of the way. That got Kevin going so he spun her around not giving her enough time to take her shirt off and he shoved his dick in her sopping wet pussy and started fucking Ann at that point Kevin told his brother to come over and Ann called him with her finger. Robert walked over and Ann started massaging his dick while taking Kevins foot long cock deep into her pussy. While playing with Roberts dick Ann pulled him closer and slid her little slut mouth slowly over his cock and took as much as she could in on the first try. This went on for about 15 minutes Kevin was fucking her so hard she was screaming onto Roberts cock she had her hands around Roberts ass pulling his Huge cock into her mouth ( Ann says this was the best head she ever gave in her life above what she had done to Kevin or me her husband). All of a sudden Ann heard and felt spit on her ass hole then the fucking stopped... AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Kevin shoved his big black cock in her ass hole and started fucking it, Ann found comfort in sucking Roberts huge dick and just went crazy on it gagging watery eyes and spiting on it. Soon after Kevin sat on the couch and told Ann to sit her fine slut ass on his cock like a good whore and she did. She grabbed his 12 inch cock in her hand jacked it a couple of times the put it to her ass hole and started to sit on it her foot slipped and she was impaled on a 12 “ cock she couldn’t breath because it was so deep and she had never had a dick that big in her ass and when she started to come too she saw Robert and he just shoved his dick into her pussy they both started fucking her like they were rabid dogs making her scream and calling her a dirty fucking slut smacking her face and ass and making her feel pain this lasted about 45 minutes Ann was in a daze then she felt Robert pull his monstrous dick out of her pussy and he walked up to her face and put his dick in her mouth as she moaned do to the ass fucking she was getting, He fucked her mouth for about 5 minutes and then pulled out and started cumming all over her face and smacked it with his dick while he was cumming. As soon as Ann turned to the side at Kevin he started fucking her harder because he was so turned on by the cum dripping off of her face then he started to cum in her ass making her cum and squirting all over the table in front of them. After this she showered and came home to me and gave me the best fucking head/ hand job I have ever gotten and swallowed my cum then passed out with her legs open her thong was off thats when I started wondering where she had been and what had been in her pussy. I woke Ann up by putting my fingers in her pussy first one then three then four in with no problem my heart started pounding when I saw cum starting to drip out of her asshole. While I was doing this she said “ No Kevin I have to go home to my husband still...” Then she opened her eyes and saw me I asked her who Kevin was and she said “An old boyfriend I was dreaming of.” I said “Oh yeah why is there cum leaking out of your asshole then?” I grabbed the back of her head and got in her face “You wanna be a slut let me show you what a slut is treated like!!!” I shoved my dick down her throat and made her gag and fucked her face until I came. That night she told me everything while I had her tied up and fucked by huge dildos, but thats another story. Don’t forget to leave comments I am loving writing these stories while getting head from Ann!!!
Title: 2 FEMALES AND 1 MALE Tags: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Group Sex Introduction: A FANTASY Content: Two women are walking down the street talking to one another when a guy approaches them and said he needed help. The two girls were very sexually active and was on there way home to please one another. When the girl said we will help you if you can help us first the guy asked what kind of help they needed she asked if it really mattered and he said I guess not. As the girls led him away. They finally reached an apartment that wasn’t all that big but had everything they needed in . As you walk in you see a bed in the middle of the room with rings located on each post. On the wall in front to the left there are all kinds of sex toys ranging from blind folds to handcuffs and candles and even rope just about anything they would need for a good night. The girls stopped the guy just before he could see inside and asked him to stay there why they got something one girl ran in and grabbed a blind fold handed it to him and asked him to put it on. The other girl took his clothes off and guided him to the bed laying him down gently she pulled each arm and leg to a ring and cuffed him to the bed. The girls got undressed then took the blind fold off the man. He couldn’t believe the room he was in and was kinda unsure as to what he got himself into. The 1st girl climbed up on top of the guys face and sat on his mouth asking him to please eat her pussy. The second girl knelt between his legs and began to slurp him into her mouth. Sucking until he was hard enough for her to mount him all the while he was nipping and biting at the girl on his face til she was squirming all over and moaning with lust. The 2nd girl hearing the 1st girl moaning started to get more into the bouncing up and down on his dick. The sensation he was receiving from these two girls was about ready to send him over the edge with pleasure. When both girls got up and went to the wall of toys they chose a 12 inch 2 headed dildo out of there collection. Releasing the guy from his restraints they let him sit wherever he wanted to watch as each girl placed that dildo between there legs and slid it into themselves as they pushed and pulled with it inside of them the guy reached down sticking his hand between them bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting them both at once. Realizing he could play with both their clits at once he took one hand for each girl and started rubbing them causing them to buck wildly against each other. He couldn’t help but notice how their tits were bouncing around as they were slamming against each other with his hands playing between the 2 of them he had to have them in his mouth he needed to taste their flumsious mounds the girls noticing his need began to shift their position the 1st girl was now laying down on her back and the 2nd girl. knelt backwards with her cunt in the first girls face. The guy wedged himself between the 1st girls legs pushing his cock into her wet pussy and his mouth around one of her tits as the 2nd girl leaned down on him pushing her tits against him feeling with every move her tits sliding across his back and the soft warmth of being between the girl’s legs. He felt his temperature rise as he could feel his orgasm approaching. Pulling out and spraying both girls with his love juice. The 1st girl quickly began to smear it into her body trying to absorb all of it. The 2nd girl was scooping it up with her fingers and licking every last drop off. Then she leaned forward and was now eating the 1st girls pussy for all it was worth. Seeing this the guy sat back and watched as the girls were exploring each others beautiful pussy’s taking there fingers and tongues probing them into one another causing each other to moan out in ectascy. He is beginning to not be able to stand it much longer after that show. He stands up and goes to the wall trying to figure out what toy he wants to use looking around he sees restraints, lotions, leather whips, bottles of lubricants and feathers, riding crop, and several butt plugs, and dildos and vibrators. Finally deciding to grab the riding crop a vibrator and a bottle of lubricant he heads back to the bed where the girls are still enjoying each other. He is now standing over top of them and with a very stern and convincing voice he commands the girls to stop and obey him. Out of shock the girls stop and look at him. He takes the 2nd girl and with the cuffs he was in he cuffs her to the bed spreading her legs and cuffing her ankles. Telling the 1st girl to grab the bottle of lube and apply it to the dildo. She eagerly spreads the lubrication all over the dildo and awaits her next demand the 2nd girl had a lusty look into her eyes knowing what was about to happen. He tells the 1st girl to take her hand that had put the lube on ,and insert one finger into her ass holding it there until he says otherwise. She immidately begins to slide her fingers around the outside of her asshole getting it all wet and slimy to make the insertion. And with a sudden push she was inside of her. The guy realizing that this seemed to turn on both the girls he then ordered her to insert another finger. Once again she was ready and pushed this time you could hear her yelp from the stretching of her ass. He now commanded her to fuck her with both fingers and to take her other hand and insert the well lubed dildo into her own ass and ease back down onto it. She hesitated and he took the riding crop and gave her a quick smack across her ass with it. She now realized he meant business she darted a look at him as if to ask please no he then said either you do it at your pace or I will do it for you. Knowing she didn’t want this shoved right in she began to work herself down onto the dildo. Concentrating on herself she had forgotten about her fingers inside of her friend he then gave her another smack only this time across her tits. And told her she better please him or she will be punished even more. Now realizing she had stopped fucking her friends ass she pushed herself down with each thrust into her friend til she was riding that dildo with ease and crying out with pleasure. You could hear her friend moaning and begging for more also. With this he ordered her to take her hands and add more fingers into her friends ass as he took the dildo from the 1st girl and began plunging it hard into her until she was screaming and about ready to cum. Noticing she was enjoying this he demanded that she wait until told before she was allowed to reach that orgasm first she had to please her friend he told her to remove her fingers and replace them with her tongue. She then began to lick around the rim of her ass and poking her tongue in and out of her slurping her ass juice and moaning from the dirty sensation. Then with out being told she slide 4 fingers into her friends cunt stretching it to edventualy shove her whole fist in and fuck the hell out of her now gaping cunt. With this the 2nd girl was ready to orgasm. He now commanded both of them to cum at once. You could see both their bodied start to shudder as the orgasm flowed thru their entire body. Seeing the 2nd girl is still tied up the guy walks over to her head and tells her to lick his sick and the 1st girl to guide it for her. He wants them to work together to make him orgasm. He then tells them they have 5 minutes to make him spew his special blend or they will get punished. The two girls work together the 2nd girl works her tongue around him as the 1st girl plays with his balls and shaft sliding and pulling at it with great speed she then tells girl 2 to place his balls in her mouth and hummmm while she sucks on it. With all the sensations going thru his body they did there job within the amount of time given and with such force he spills his special blend in her mouth and over the girls face. Feeling completely satisfied he falls back against the wall as the girls help each other get cleaned up. The guy had said he would love to do this again sometime and begin to get dressed after having such an incredible time he completely for got that he needed the girls help.
Title: 2 Firemen Tags: Sex Joke Introduction: Two firemen are butt-fucking Content: Two firemen are butt-fucking out back of a burning building. The Fire Chief happens by and screams "What the hell is going on here?" The first fireman says "Sir! This man is suffering from smoke inhalation!" So the Chief says "Well, why don't you give him mouth to mouth resuscitation?" The fireman says "I did! How the hell do you think this shit got started?"
Title: 2 guys in 1 night Tags: True Story, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women Introduction: Girls are like guys, they too enjoy getting fucked my 2 different people in 1 night.... Content: I'm not a good writer but I like sharing my stories. It makes me happy. This story down below is true, no bullshit. It was a time in my life that was fun and i miss. I just like writing about my crazy times and sharing it with people. ~~~ My parents decided to go away for the weekend, so it was just my older sister, my little brother, and me. My older sister had to go to work one evening so I was babysitting my little brother. I intended to spend time with him but I got a call that I've been wanting for a long time... His name was Derek, he was light skinned black guy, star running back on the varsity football team in our high school and was hot shit. I never had a black guy before but i heard "once you go black, you don't go back" and thought he should be the first one. He is about 6 foot, built amazingly with 6 pack and arms that just blow a girls mind away. Dark brown eyes and a baby face but grown up. He made me melt. I had been talking to my best friend when she goes, invite Derek over, no one is home. So i text him, not expecting him to answer, but he did with a yes and be there in an hour. I hurriedly rushed to shave my pussy and legs before he came over. I was full of excitement but also nervous. I didn't bother putting anything fancy on just sweats and shirt. I have long dark brown hair almost to my little ass, 36D boobs, i'm pretty slim but not a twig. Every guy i have met, told me i look exotic because i'm naturally very tan but not white. The door rang and butterflies formed in my stomach, i answer it, but not only is it him but also his 2 friends. i was thinking, 'hell no, no one is running a train on me, i'm the fucking player'. "Hey guys" "Hey simone, sorry about these 2, they were my only ride" "It's cool, do you guys wanna hang out in my play room" They agreed, it was Alec and Rico. Meanwhile, i had my little brother set up in my parents room watching Thomas and Friends so he wasn't going to come out. I led Derek to the guest room because my room was a mess and no one ever went in the guest room. We didn't kiss, i don't kiss guys who i'm not with, it was something i picked up in Pretty Woman. I started to undress him, i pulled his shirt off and kissed down his chest. He than took my shirt off and fondled with my boobs, making them hard. He started to suck on them and i wanted to melt right there. We got undressed and went on top the bed. His dick was about 7' and it was thick and hard as a rock. My pussy was getting wet just thinking about it going in my vagina. I kissed down his chest to his penis. I put his dick in my mouth and started to deep throat him. Moans were coming outta his mouth and i knew i was doing a good job than. I than licked and sucked on his balls and he told me stop or else he would cum. He than flipped me over into the doggy style position (my favorite) and fingered me from the back. I was flicked at my clit. I came right there and as soon as i finished getting over my orgasm. he slipped his cock right into me. I never have felt so full in my life. It was slow, deep thrusts and it felt so great. he was playing with my clit causing me to cum hard again. He than was pounding into me. My pussy was still tight because i hadn't fucked such big cocks before and i ifelt as though he was stretching me beyond what i could go. I knew he was going to cum because he was going harder and harder. He pulled out and came all over my back. I fell right onto my stomach from such a good fuck, i couldn't handle it. We cleaned up and soon heard all this noise. His fucking friends were running around my house and being assholes. I ended up kicking all 3 of them out. I got what i wanted. Half hour after he left Alec and Rico text me apologizing for their behavior. Around 11 o'clock Alec text me again and saying how he was bored. Alec and me NEVER got along, he is an asshole and we hated each other but something was different tonight. He wanted to come over because he was bored and no one was home at his place. I ended up sneaking him in and not thinking anything was going to happen. in my mind it was just Alec, the asshole who annoyed the hell out of me. When he got there, i had to wash the dishes since i had forgotten from my eventful evening earlier. He was up in the playroom and when i came up he was laying on the couch watching basketball. I had gone to sit next to him but he made me lie down with him. It was so weird and than suddenly we were making out. I was freaking out, i never thought he would do this with me. Alec is pretty good looking, he is spanish and asian but looks more spanish. Short brown hair, running back, built well, and is just attractive. Soon, i was on top of him and this making out was getting hotter and hotter. He started to finger me, making me want to fuck him so bacd. I decided to pull the bed out of the couch. than we were going at it again and soon i was naked. I wasn't expecting to have sex with him but we did. I was on top and his dick wasn't really big, about 5' but pretty thick. I was getting really into it and than he goes "Do you have a condom?" "No...." "Than we have to stop, i don't want to fuck up here" "fine..." I was so upset, we had already started and than he told me to stop! Than he started kissing me again and said "Fuck it. let's do it" I got on top of him again and i riding him so good, i normally don't but with Alec it was different. He was playing with my clit the whole time, he was trying to get us to cum at the same time. It was weird, normally guys don't care. I was about to have the biggest orgasm i have ever had in my life and we came at the same time. We mangaged for him not to cum in me though. His dick was covered in my cum and his. All we could do was laugh. After cleaning up, we laid there for a bit longer. It was after 1 in the morning and we had school the next day. As he was leaving, we kissed good-bye. After he left, i was like....holy shit, i fucked 2 guys in one night and there best friends...what the fuck did i get myself into.... Derek and i fucked a few more times until i got a serious boyfriend but always flirted and wanted each other still... Alec....i never spoke to again. That was definitely a one night stand but well worth it.
Title: 2 MILFs & Their's Teen Sons Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Female/Female, Hardcore, Lesbian, Males / Females Introduction: My best friend is an Indian girl and we grew up together, had girl sex, and fucked each other's sons Content: I'd read this story somewhere, So I thought, should have sharing hete with you. So enjoy the story. --- I always considered myself to be lucky to grow up in a vacation wonderland in New Hampshire, and even luckier to be able to live there as an adult. My father established a lucrative real estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful home on Lake Winnipesaukee. My name is Ellen, and when I was five years old and just going into the first grade, an Indian family bought the home next to us on the lake. The father was a wealthy businessman, and they moved to the lake after he purchased car dealerships in Laconia and Rochester. I later learned that his parents immigrated to America to avoid the caste system that is still viable in many parts of India. I don’t understand all of that, but his family was a lower caste with darker complexions, and they didn’t have many opportunities to succeed there, except maybe as farmers. I met the Indian daughter named Sara down by the lake shortly after they moved in, and we became friends almost immediately. She was my age and also going into the first grade. We were very happy that we were in the same class together. When we started school, I learned first-hand just how mean kids can be. The population in our area is 97% white, and many of the locals were biased against any people of color. Sara was a girl with a flawless, medium-olive complexion, and I couldn’t understand how they could hold that against her. The kids taunted and teased her about being Indian, and I was usually there to come to her defense. That of course caused both of us to become outcasts, so our friendship grew stronger and stronger as we progressed through school and looked to one another for comfort and support. We spent our summer’s together swimming in the lake and day dreaming on the old wooden dock in front of my home. And in the winter we participated in all sorts of skating and skiing sports together. By the time we were sixteen years old and going into our junior year of high school, some of the boys were changing their minds about Sara and me. She was a beautiful girl at 5’5” tall and 120 pounds. Her face and skin color reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Berry. Her hair was long, silky and dark, and her eyes were a sparkling, light-brown. But the things that really got the boy’s attention were her firm, D-cup breasts and a shapely ass. We were about the same height and weight, and I also had nice D-cup breasts and a nice, tight ass. But my hair was natural-blonde and I had blue eyes. We were together all of the time, and our contrasting hair, skin and eye colors made us quite alluring to the boys. We usually double-dated and had a lot of fun with the boys. By the beginning of our senior year, we were fucking several of the boys. We were often able to fuck them in one of our parent’s homes when they were out for the evening, and I always enjoyed watching Sara have sex. We were both in good shape and curvy in the right places, and her body was so gorgeous to me. Both of us had neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and I enjoyed looking at her dark hair, since mine was blonde and the skin on and around her vulva was almost black. One night Sara was sleeping over at my house after our dates, and we had both been fucked at my boyfriend’s house earlier. We were laying under the sheet and blanket talking about our dates (Brad was my date and Jimmy was hers), and I got curious about something and said, “Wow Sara, from the mess in my panties, it sure feels like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with Jimmy?” Then Sara replied, “Yeah, the boys must have been extra horny tonight. It feels like Jimmy shot a big load into me too. If you don’t mind, I’d really like to see your mess, and I’ll show you mine too.” In our twelve years of being best friends, we had never done anything even the least bit sexual together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked pussy made me want to see her pussy too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a little nervous and embarrassed, but I replied, “Okay Sara, let’s show each other, but we can’t tell anyone else about this.” I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, so I pushed down the covers and quickly pulled off my panties, as Sara turned around and moved down to look at me. I spread my legs as she got closer, and she laughed and said, “That’s really cool Ellen. Your lips and hair are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must have had a really big load tonight, and it smells good, but strong. Now look at me.” Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her panties and spread her legs. I was only a foot or so from her pussy, and the aroma of her pussy and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my boyfriends off and swallowed it a few times, but never had a chance to smell it like that. Jimmy’s cum was thick and white, and showed up visibly on her dark hair and vulva. My heart was beating faster as I looked at her pussy and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breasts as she breathed. For the first time in my life I desired sexual contact with another girl. I placed my hand on her thigh, only a few inches from her pussy, and said, “Sara, Jimmy made a big mess too, and you look so delicious to me. Do you mind if I lean down and taste some of his cum?” She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay to taste me Ellen, but I get to taste you too.” I shifted over and gently touched my tongue to her hairy, cum-covered vulva, and pushed it slightly inside. Then Sara moaned as I opened my mouth and covered her labia with my mouth and started sucking. She followed by tasting and then sucking my labia. So there we were, in a side-by-side sixty-nine, sucking each other’s pussies. I just loved the taste of her juices and the cum, and I wrapped my arms around her ass to pull her closer to me. She did the same to hold me tight, and we sucked one another for at least fifteen minutes as we made love to one another’s cunts. We both had big orgasms. As we parted from sucking pussy, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the sixty-nine position, and pulled up her t-shirt, and sucked her gorgeous, dark nipple and areola into my mouth. Then she pulled up my t-shirt and sucked my nipple, and we continued to hold tightly and suck each other like that, switching from breast to breast for another thirty minutes. When we finished sucking each other’s breasts, Sara turned back around in the bed and we held one another and kissed passionately. After we finally calmed down and were lying side by side, Sara looked over at me and said, “Fuck Ellen, that was amazing. I never knew I could get such pleasure with another girl.” I smiled at her and said, “Oh I know Sara, I’ve never felt this way before. The boys just want to fuck and shoot, and it was so nice to be caressed. I could feel your love for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don’t think this makes us lesbians or anything, because I still love cock. It sure will be nice to have this to comfort one another when we feel the need. And I just love the contrast of our skin together.” We continued to date boys in high school, but we still took the opportunity to have sex together during sleepovers. After graduation, we decided to go to Granite State College in Concord, which is only about twenty-seven miles and thirty-eight minutes from Laconia. We both majored in business administration and lived together in the dorm. We were close enough to home that we were able to go home whenever we wanted to. Our shared goal was to go to a college close to home and hopefully meet some boys from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the rest of our lives. Our lives had been parallel since the first grade, so it was no surprise that we both met our future husbands in our second year of college. By the age of twenty we were married and both had sons. Our husbands came from well-to-do families in the Laconia area, and our families were wealthy by most standards. So we had the resources to continue on with college living in small homes in Concord. Sara married an Indian man from her same caste, so their son Daman also has a medium-olive complexion. My son Jason is fair-skinned and has blonde hair like me and his father Dan. After graduating from college, we bought homes right next to one another on the lake and not too far from our parent’s homes. Our husbands didn’t object too much when we insisted that we live next door, but our closeness eventually stated to wear on them. Sara and I did everything together with our boys. They were growing up with the same experiences we had, as being best friends. There was still that ugly racism to deal with when they started school, and that made them even closer. It was so enjoyable watching our sons grow up together, and they spent a lot of time together on the dock in front of my home. During the summer they turned sixteen years old, just before starting their junior year. They were both handsome and muscular young men who attracted a lot of attention from the girls. They double-dated the girls just like Sara and I had done with the boys in high school, and they were also very close to Sara and me. We fawning mothers sat on the deck for hours watching our boys boating, skiing and playing in the water, and I often wondered if Sara was lusting after Jason the same way I lusted for Daman. His darker skin was attractive to me, and although our sons wore loose-fitting bathing suits, I sometimes caught glimpses of Daman’s rather large cock and balls pressing against the fabric. Sara and I turned thirty-six years old during that summer, and we still looked almost as good as we did in high school. That wasn’t good enough for Sara’s husband, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a younger white woman that he met at work. Sara got a good divorce settlement from her husband, and also went to work at her father’s dealership. I think my husband was still happy with me, but he had an amazing job opportunity in New York City, and wanted to move there to take the position. I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a hard time accepting the reality of leaving our wonderful life on the lake, and also leaving my dear friend Sara. We finally decided that Dan would take the job and commute home on weekends for a while, as I continued to struggle with my decision. New York is about three hundred miles and almost six hours by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a strain on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to travel there by air, and even if he did it took almost as much in total time. With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the week, Sara and I and the boys were spending more and more time together. I always tried to maintain a motherly demeanor around the boys, but I noticed that Jason would sometimes flirt with Sara, and Daman would flirt with me. We both flirted back. It was all very subtle, but the boys were so handsome and mature, that I sometimes forgot that we were blurring the lines of morality. When school started in the fall, the boys were dating their girlfriends again. They would usually take turns sleeping over at either Sara’s or my home after they took their dates home. Dan was coming home fewer and fewer of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet asleep one night when the boys came back to my home. I heard them talking in Jason’s room. Since I was getting up to go to the bathroom anyway, and was in a nosy mood, I tiptoed up to their partially-open door to listen. They were quiet for a few moments and then I heard Jason whisper, “Yeah, no shit man. Janet wouldn’t give it up to me tonight either. You’d think those pussies were gold or something. She let me suck her big tits and finger her long enough to give me the blue balls, and then said that she didn’t feel like giving me a blowjob or fucking.” Daman laughed and replied, “Well, just because those bitches didn’t want to do it, that doesn’t mean that we can’t help each other out like before. Turn around and get under me and let’s do this.” Then Jason said, “Okay Daman, you know that I always like you to be on top.” There was enough light coming into the room from the outside security light that I could see what was going on. It’s hard to describe how I felt when I saw the boys pull off their underwear, as Jason laid on his back on the bed. I saw both of the boy’s cocks and my pussy immediately got wet. Daman’s cock is uncircumcised, about seven and one half inches long and very thick, even though it didn’t look to be fully hard. His balls are also big and low-hanging, and his cock and balls are almost black. Jason’s cock was also about half-hard, and he looked to be about the same size as Daman, except that he is circumcised. Daman moved on top of Jason and they took one another’s cocks into their mouths. They sucked each other for a few minutes, and I then saw that their cocks looked to be nearly nine inches long and very thick. Daman was fucking Jason’s mouth as Jason wrapped his arms around his ass and waist to hold him in place. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minutes of sucking like that until I saw both of their asses clinch and thrust, as they swallowed each other’s cum. I don’t know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom position. But the whole thing was so erotic, especially with the contrast in their fair and dark skin colors. I could hardly believe that I had just witnessed our boys doing the same thing that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked girls and weren’t gay. They were just experiencing bisexual relief just like Sara and I had done. I quietly walked back to my room, and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm, just thinking about Daman’s black cock and balls. Sara came over to my home the next day after the boys left home. I told her all about the boys sucking each other, and it turned us on so much that we ended up sucking each other to orgasm on my couch. And she was very proud when I told her how much I liked seeing Daman’s big, black cock and huge balls. Sara was curious about Jason’s cock too, and she was thrilled when I said that both boys had really big cocks. We were simply proud of our boys. I don’t think either one of us anticipated what would happen in the near future. Now that we were aware of the boy’s bisexual tendencies, Sara and I both paid more attention when the boys were sleeping over at either of our homes. We observed them doing the same thing about half of the times they were together, usually depending on whether they got any pussy or got sucked off by their dates that night. Dan was home for two weeks over the Christmas holidays, and our personal situation came to a head. I decided that I would not move from our lake home that I loved so much, and that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. He came home less and less after that, and we were divorced by the summer. Jason and I got decent child support and alimony payments from Dan. I also got my real estate license and started to work with my father’s agency. So we were still comfortable financially and able to stay on the lake. On a weekend in mid-January the boys had gone out on dates on Friday night. On Saturday night I had Sara and Daman over for a little post-holiday get together with us. We let the boys drink wine and beer with us in the privacy of our homes, and played various card and board games. We had a great time, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara. We allowed the boys to call us by our first names when no one else was around. That probably helped to make us all seem maybe a little too familiar together. But the boys also called us Mom, depending on the circumstances. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a little tipsy from several glasses of wine. Jason was passed out on the couch in the living room, having consumed way too much beer. Sara decided to call it a night and went home. Since Daman was planning on sleeping over anyway, he tried to help me get Jason to bed. After struggling with Jason’s dead weight for a few minutes, we decided to just make him comfortable on the couch and covered him up there. Daman went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while I changed into my night gown and settled in on the couch in the family room to read a novel that I had been trying to finish. Daman came out in a t-shirt and shorts and sat next to me on the couch. I was a little uncomfortable since I didn’t expect any company. My gown was very sheer, and I wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties, so I tried to cover up the best I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few minutes watching me reading, and then said, “Ellen, I just can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight, especially in that gown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn’t know you two would guess that you are almost thirty-seven years old.” I looked at him and smiled and said, “Thank you Daman, it’s very nice of you to say so. And you and Jason are very handsome young men. You both sometimes seem much more mature than your almost-seventeen years. Sara and I are very proud of both of you. It’s not easy without our husbands sometimes, and you boys take good care of us.” Daman always seemed to be a little more serious in our teasing than Jason was, so I wasn’t totally surprised when he slowly moved his arm behind me on the top of the couch. Then he slipped his arm down onto my shoulders. I knew that he was going to make his move on me. I knew that I should resist him, but when he pulled me towards him and our lips met, I knew that I couldn’t refuse him. We kissed passionately with our tongues intertwined, and when he dropped his hand to rub my big breasts, I gave into my wanton desires. I broke the kiss, and without saying a word, stood up and took his hand to lead him to my bed. I felt like I was in high school again as he pulled my gown up and off as we lay back on the bed. He leaned in to caress and suck my big breasts, and I rubbed his muscular chest with one hand as I reached for his cock with the other. He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never seen up close or felt a cock that big, and never one with a foreskin either. After watching Jason suck him on several occasions, I just had to taste it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my face closer to his crotch, I could smell his musky, teenage crotch, and it turned me on even more. There was enough light coming in through the window that I could see his black cock and the thick veins running all over the surface of it. He cock head was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my mouth wide to take him in. I so enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth. Dan and I had not made love in months, and this teen cock was twice as big as his anyway. I had just gotten about half of his shaft in my mouth when I felt his breath on my pussy. He moved in and covered my hairy vulva with his mouth. We lay there for the longest time sucking one another. Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a slow, sensuous, wet kiss as I felt his cock press into my labia. He could feel the tightness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, black cock into me. He was a very considerate and thoughtful lover for being so young. After only a few minutes he was buried in me to his balls, and then he began long, slow strokes as we continued to kiss passionately. Daman was making love to me, and not just going for a quick fuck and cum. As we continued fucking, I was on my third orgasm when Daman stopped kissing me for a moment and said, “Ellen, I love you so much. You are everything that any man could want in a woman. I have wanted you since this summer, and can hardly believe that I am with you like this.” I couldn’t be sure if he was really feeling romantic love for me, or if it was the love of a strong friendship that our families shared, and the rapture of having sex. I also loved him, and more than could be explained by our families’ friendship. So I responded, “I love you too Daman, but we have to be careful and keep this under control. Our age difference is too great for this to last forever. Let’s just enjoy one another while we can.” Daman started stroking me faster and faster and said, “I’m cumming Ellen, and I love you more than you understand. Can you feel my load shooting into you?” I was writhing in passion and having my fourth orgasm, and I could feel his semen and sperm flooding my vagina. This boy was shooting a much bigger load into me than Dan ever did. I held him tightly as his orgasm subsided and his cock began to soften in me. I was happy that I had continued taking my birth control pills, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our sexual union, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his soft, but long and thick cock in me. The morning sun streaming through the window woke me, and when I saw and felt Daman lying with me I knew it wasn’t a dream. I woke him and said, “Daman that was so wonderful last night, but I don’t know if we should do this again. For now you need to get to Jason’s room so he won’t know that we slept together. I just hope he isn’t awake yet.” Daman pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to leave. He walked quietly down the hall to Jason’s room. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a glimpse of him walking out the back door. I couldn’t then know for sure if he saw Daman leave my room, but it was very strange that he would walk out of the house like that. I only found out later that day when Sara came over, that Jason went over and knocked on her back door when he left our home. She of course let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said, “I saw Daman coming out of Mom’s bedroom this morning, and I’m sure that he fucked her. I’ve come over here to do the same thing to you.” Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them coffee, and she hoped to talk with him and to console him. The longer they talked the more sympathy she felt for him. At one point they were standing at the kitchen counter, and Jason hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips. She didn’t resist his advances; first out of the feeling of love and friendship between our families, and then out of lust as she felt his big cock pressing into her belly. She took him to her bed and they fucked just as Daman and I had done, and then she came over to see me to air out the whole thing between us. I t was difficult talking about what happened, even though we are the closest of friends. We had both crossed a line, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it happen with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his love for her, and I told her that Daman felt the same way towards me. We talked for hours to try to understand what caused this to happen and to determine what we should do going forward. Both of us knew that it was wrong. But we loved the intimacy after not having sex with a man for so long. We thought that the boys might be upset with each other, and decided to just let them work it out themselves. They both had strong feelings for both of us. We risked escalating the situation if it looked like either Sara or I were taking sides with either boy. After just one day the boys were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to reach a different kind of normal for us. When we were able to meet and talk as a group, there was a new tension between us. Everyone knew that everyone else was aware of what happened. Though, we never actually discussed the fact that Sara and I had fucked the other’s sons. The boys still showed their love for us as their mothers, but they also showed a new kind of love for the other mother. And soon the sex started again. I still don’t know if the boys collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would come over to visit me at the same time Jason visited Sara. The boys were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually more than once. They even spent the night with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so natural to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our feelings for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, black cock, and Sara felt the same about fucking Jason. Our lives continued that way for several more weeks, and then in late February Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing trip to the White Mountains. One of her friends got us a great deal on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The views were fantastic, and the condo has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, hot tub, and a great room with an open hearth fireplace. We drove up after school and work on Friday, and got settled by about 10:00 pm. Sara shared one of the bedrooms with Jason, and I shared the other one with Daman. This was the first time that we were in a situation where it was observably apparent that we were fucking the other’s sons. On Saturday we got up early and had a long day skiing, with a welcome break for lunch at the ski lodge. That night we went to a very nice local restaurant for dinner, and got back to the condo at about 9:00 pm. We brought wine and beer with us, so we sat around talking and drinking for a while, before Daman got the idea to play some music on the sound system. We danced as couples for a while, and the boys held us tightly and kissed us during the slow songs. Daman even took the initiative to rub my tits and ass while we danced, and Jason soon followed suit with Sara. I was at first apprehensive about Jason seeing me with Daman that way, but then I was aroused. I felt Jason’s acceptance as he smiled at me and then began rubbing Sara in the same way. Then our relationships were out in the open. On the ride back to the lake we talked for the first time about the relationships our sons had with the other mother. Sara and I even admitted to the boys that we enjoyed sucking each other, and I let the boys know that we knew about them sucking each other’s cocks. By the time we got home all of us were expressing our love for each other. Our relationships then entered a new and exciting phase. The boys graduated from high school and decided to go to Granite State just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the dorm but also came home a couple nights each week and on the weekends. We were still able to enjoy our lives together. Daman has talked about wanting to marry me and have kids, and Jason wants to marry Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen. Our love for the boys is real, but as we all get older, the twenty year age difference will manifest itself in many problematic ways. We continue to encourage the boys to date girls their age, and hope that they will someday find women to marry and have children with. In the meantime, we will enjoy the very special relationships that we have with our best friend’s sons. The End......
Title: 2 Nun's on Bikes Tags: Sex Joke Content: Two Nun's were riding down the road on their bikes. Wanting a change of scenery from their normal route, They decide to take a different road which turns out to be paved with cobble stones. The First nun looks at the second and says "You know..I have never come this way before" The second nun looks at her and asks "what was that?" The First Nun replies "I said I've never come this way before." The second Nun nods and replies "it's prob. the cobble stones
Title: ( 2 )Our caravan holiday gets better Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Group Sex Introduction: Or girls have more cocks then ever Content: Rick went off to bring their car over to our site, Sue happy to talk about her feelings during her anal sex fuck, told us that when they swung before the other couple were only into straight sex, no kink, no doggy or kissing, and although she enjoyed it, knew she wanted more. I filled the shower bag again and the 6 of us took a fun shower, kissing and licking one another clean, as well as the odd feel up too, but most happy to just relax now, after a few more drinks the girls told us they wanted to try something right out there, us guys asked what, they said would we all be into sleeping with different partners tonight, my first question was who goes with who, Sue took my hand, Gretchen took Ricks, and Lyn took Lou, that was it, we headed off to bed, I aimed for the caravan, and our queen size bed. Sue wasn't tired, and her mouth made sure my cock wasn't either, sucking me back to full size, I asked her what she had in mind, a dirty smile and a sensually kiss, she told me her butt was wanting more cock, I was still a bit worn out from before, so Lyn's toys came out and found Sue's ass wet with cum and slide in easy, I made sure Sue had the poppers and used them, then when she was going though a good anal orgasm, my cock slide into her cunt, now Sue began to buck wildly as her orgasm grew. I fucked her like that for awhile, then moved sneaking our other toys out of the wardrobe, Sue saw me but didn't ask, then I told her to take several good sniffs of the poppers, she did and our big dildo found her ass lips ready and open, Sue jumped by the size of the toy going up her ass, but soon more and more slide in, now some 6 inches had found its way in and she was began to loosen up, now with more poppers Sue was ready, I held her waist, told her to take several more good sniffs, then with one good hard push I ruined her ass forever, 12 inches of dildo went in, her body shook at the intrusion of such a large toy, but to her credit she held firm, then her orgasm hit and boy did she go wild, jumping and shaking the caravan off its wheels. I thought the others would come to see what the noise was, Sue quietened down some, but I kept up the pace, the big dildo fucking her butt hard, going all the way, then as Sue loosened up more I put my cock at her pussy entrance and shoved it in, boy it was tight, my cock and balls now fighting to retain their load, but this time I knew where I was going to shoot my seed. Sue's ass was beautiful, her rosebud swollen and red, stuck out nicely, the more the big dildo went in her ass, the more her body glowed with sweat, it was time for my balls to unleash their load, quickly swapping ends, I stuck my cock firmly in Sue's mouth, then after just a couple of pumps, I filled her mouth with my man seed, not a drop escaped. I told her not to swallow it, quickly kissing her and sharing my cum, we lay kissing and cuddling for some time, then I remembered Sue still had our dildo in her butt, when I went to remove it she told me to leave it there, her ass was excepting it easy now and she wanted to keep it open so she could dp two cock tomorrow both in her ass, it was then I told her I knew how to open it more, if she was game. The dirtiest sexiest smile ever shot across her face, so I knew she was ready to try, I lay her on her back, telling her to take as much poppers as she could, as the dildo slid out, my fist started in, Sue jumped knowing now what I was going to do, but by then it was too late, one good push and my knuckles went in, Sue began to orgasm at the same time, quickly pushing in further my hand went in to the wrist, her rosebud wrapped firmly around my hand, pulsated to her orgasm. I now fist fucked her ass, short slow movements to get her used to my fist, then more and more she pushed against my arm, my fingers finding her sweet spot making her orgasm more, she was fully enjoying her anal fun and so was I, after making sure she was content, I slipped my fist out and replaced the dildo in her butt, it was time to try and sleep. I woke before Sue, so in need of relive I grabbed my cleaning hose, as I saw a tap in the toilets yesterday, and headed off. I emptied my bladder and set up the hose, then set about cleaning my ass out, not as easy as at home, but it worked, tucking the hose away I headed back. Lyn & Gretchen were in the caravan when I got back, I told Lyn about the hose, and that maybe her and Gretchen could use it, they took off, both wearing nothing more than a smile, Lyn telling Gretchen what it does and how to use it as they walked off, it was some 45 minutes before they returned, Gretchen giggling about her anal cleaning, Lyn said they shared some good stories about last night's fun when we slept with the others partners. Sue finally woke, the dildo had fallen out of her ass over night still in bed with her as she pulled the covers off, we sat down to a light breakfast, after the guys joined us, all laughing and telling each other about what we all did, Sue shocked them all when she told them I fisted her ass, Gretchen had a quizzed look on her face, as Sue told them about the feeling and orgasm she had whilst I fisted her. Later Lyn spoke to Sue, saying they were going for a walk, I handed them one of my shirts each, Sue had trouble doing any of the buttons up, her big tits making the shirt gap open, took of saying that will do, Gretchen now alone with 3 guys started to get horny, she asked us what we liked to do or try, I told her we had done most things as we had told them, so it would be her call to let us know what she wanted to try, as guys when horny will do most things, she then started to stroke and play with our cocks. Rick's cock got sucked, while Lou and I played with her tits, then swung her over Lou in her pussy and me her ass, we got her hot very quickly, her orgasm took control of her as she rode the three of us, then I slipped my cock out, moving Lou's from her pussy to her ass, and told Gretchen to take the poppers, she did, my cock now began to slide in her ass with Lou's, she squealed a bit but soon pushed back helping my cock in, by the third thrust she had it all, now we both pounded her ass, and she loved it. Gretchen was getting right into her fuck when we heard a car drive up, so we slipped out of her and put towels over us, then two sexy naked woman Lyn and Sue walked over, laughing and asked did we want more cocks to help play with, Gretchen stood, just as two naked guys walked behind the girls, both sporting semi hard cocks. Lyn introduced Dave and Joe, both mid 20's or so, Dave's cock wet with juices showed he had enjoyed one of their pussies already, they joined us as the woman went to town on us all, Gretchen bent over in front of Dave his cock found her pussy ready for him. the others soon found a willing hole and had fun, I took Lyn and filled her ass, as she told me about the new guys. Lyn said she told Sue about the douche and showed her how to use it, after Sue came out of the toilets, Lyn went in for a pee, and heard a car pull up and Sue talking, then it went quite, when she walked out, Sue was bent over sucking one cock while being fucked by the other, Lyn then bent over in front of the guy in Sue's mouth and told him to fuck her, then after getting them interested told them about us. Now it was time to swap, I found Gretchen and fucked her ass while Lyn got Dave to fuck her ass, Dave's cock was short but oh so fat, Lyn seemed to like it filling her ass soon orgasm with him, Joe was fucking Sue's ass with Lou, Rick and I kept Gretchen happy, after that it was a afternoon of fucking and fisting the girls, each took two cocks in both holes at some time, Gretchen even took a fist in both holes with the help of poppers, Lyn showed them how she could take it further than them, going nearly to the elbow. Lou was resting, his cock still wet with cum and pussy juices, I just had to suck it, without warning my mouth sucked him down fully, Lou was a bit taken a back, but didn't say stop, in fact his cock began to grow with my attention. Lyn must have seen, and handed me the poppers, as I sniffed them her fist worked its way in my ass, Lou watched in awe, her arm half way in, and my orgasm shooting though my body let them know it was good, I still had Lou's cock in my mouth, he was hard as rock now, Gretchen watching her guy being sucked by me, I told her to sit on his face and feed him the cum from her ass and pussy, as she did I got Lyn to pull her fist out, and then quickly sat on Lou's cock, it went right in first push, as I rode him, I felt him being to fuck up into me. I have found many times, most guys with their cock in a hole, don't really care if it's a woman or guys hole, as long as it feels good, and now Lou began to pound up into my happy ass, my first orgasm with his cock hit me and my ass gripped him tight, Gretchen watching her guys cock buried inside my ass, had a beautiful smile as another orgasm raced though her, the other guys and girls now taking time out to watch too. Dave was fairly close, looking intensely at the bi fuck before him, then I saw Lyn talk to him, and he nodded a yes, not sure what she said, but Dave got closer to me and his hard cock let me know he wanted in too, so leaning forward I heard Lyn tell him to stick his cock in my ass too, seconds later I felt him push against my sphincter , his fat cock took its time to work its way into my butt, but once in felt oh so nice both guys fully home fucked me in unison, my anal orgasm going strong, every time my ass would grip their cocks so tight and stop them moving, but after some 10 minutes both guys started to grunt and I felt their cocks pulse and explode inside me, it was what I needed as another huge orgasm rocked my body. I moved of their cocks, and sat over Sue's mouth, both loads of cum ran from me into her mouth, she licked my butt to get the last drops from me, this sent me into another orgasm, pushing more out, then her fist slid in my ass I was over the moon, she pushed way past her wrist into me, I moved so her elbow was on the floor, then slide down her arm, my body now taking just about to her elbow, the guys gasped seeing so much go inside a ass, I told Lyn to use Sue's other fist, she sat over her left arm, and did the same, Sue now pinned between us, both arms fully inside us. We both had several good orgasm like this, then we let Sue up, her arms covered in cum, I licked them and kissed her thanking her for being so sexy and kinky with us, as I spoke two guys lifted her up and dp her ass, both fucking her to another orgasm and cum load. Dave and Joe were meant to be meeting friends, but stayed on enjoying fucking us all, and we didn't mind having more cocks to play with, by now Gretchen & Sue were fully into anything the guys did to them, never once did they stop us enjoying their bodies, even the toys got a good work out, going fully up Sue's ass, so Gretchen had to try and succeeded too, Lou more than impressed by her efforts, and how much she had done with us and the others. It was late when the guys had to leave, saying their friends will never believe what they had been up to, but thanked us for letting them join us, Lyn never one to miss out said "well if your friends are as horny as you bring them along tomorrow" Dave turned with a shocked but happy smile and said " are you joking" Lyn replied "no' and so did Sue and Gretchen, both with broad smiles on their faces. Tonight the girls suggested we swap partners again, so Gretchen grabbed my hand and Sue took Lou's hand, Lyn went with Rick, but I still headed for the caravan before Lyn got there, Gretchen happy to talk for awhile while she played with my cock, my fingers working her clit kept her horny too. She told me she had always enjoyed watching porn movies and the different sexual kinks that most show, but so far had never met anyone that was into them like us, and that even Lou had never tried anal or kink with her, but after seeing him fuck my ass, she knew that bi sex was sure on the list of things to do now, and that she too wanted more bi sex and anal. My cock although hard was well worn by now, so with some poppers I fisted Gretchen's ass and pussy together, her orgasm were great, lifting her off the bed each time one shot thought her, my hands gripped tightly inside her, I kept her high for some time, then pushed the 12 inch dildo firmly up her ass, with my fist still in her pussy, I could feel her inner wall shiver with each orgasm. Gretchen let me fuck her like this for ages, then asked me to fuck her ass my cock began to respond and now I fucked her ass while she shoved the dildo in her pussy, but this load was going on her face, so when I knew I was about to cum, I swung around, my cock just in her mouth while I wanked the last few strokes, then as my sperm shot out, I pulled back spraying her face with hot cum, she licked as much as she could get from my cock, then I kissed her and licked her face clean sharing my cum with her. As we rested, I shoved the big dildo up her ass again, telling her to sleep with it in her, she was great to cuddle as we drifted off to sleep, her slim body fitted nicely into my chest, and when we woke we hadn't moved at all. Gretchen laughed when she moved and realised the dildo was still in her ass, laying against me it had no room to slide out, as she turned over it fell out, my cock quickly took its place to warm her up, I told her this was just a quickie, the rest will cum later, then we got up and started the day, I told her when she was ready to use the douche again as that will keep her clean inside ready for more anal today, I went for a walk to use it. Whilst still in the toilet, Sue called to ask how long I would be, I told her very soon, as I was doing what she most likely had come down to use, she laughed and told me she wanted to be ready for today's fun, as I walked out Sue gave me a huge kiss, the brazen hussy was naked, I told her that the site does get visitors from time to time, she replied they would get to see more than the rock, and went into the toilet, asking me to wait, we chatted though the wall, talking about mainly sexual stuff, when she finished we walked across the top of the rock back to camp. During the morning Lyn and Gretchen both took time out to clean, we put the shower bag up and washed off, enjoying the warmth of the day whilst also enjoying others hands all over one another, soon the full on sex began again, the girls enjoying the three of us at the same time, whilst the other girls felt them up too, then around mid afternoon we stopped for some food, strange too how we all had good appetites. I took the guys into town with the caravan to refill the water tanks and get more food, we all chatted about the fun and they said how their sex lives will be a lot better after this adventure, I said we often held orgies with us and 5 or 6 bi guys or more to fuck us any way they wanted, and our best orgy was 25 plus guys in one session, they asked how we felt after all of that, I told them horny and tired, but wanting more. I pulled the caravan up back in the same place, with their cars around we still had a private spot to play, and walk around naked, which was now the common dress code, the girls often teasing us guys touching one another up, then we all decided to take a naked walk on top of the rock. It was so nice seeing the girl walking naked, once at the top we walked to the other end, only then did I see a car, and someone with a camera, I told the others, the girls all waved and jiggled their tits at them, saying that would make his day, another car also drove past, but by now we didn't worry and waved to them. A few other cars had gone past during the course of the day, but none could see us clearly behind the long grass, so we never worried much hearing cars, and the girls didn't bother to hide either so a few people got to see their tits if they looked, then late afternoon the girls got started again, us guys were having trouble getting any rest, but no one complained, as our cocks got to work filling the girls holes. We had been fucking for a hour or so, when we heard another car, but this one pulled up close to our camp, we were to horny to stop fucking, just then Dave stuck his head around and said hello, asking did we want company, the girls all said yes. With that Dave waved and 4 more guys walked up, Joe and three new faces, they told us their mates didn't believe them so they thought why not come back and prove it, the girls soon had their cocks out and sucking on them, all to soon they were impaled on new hard cocks, this looked like being a long night for the girls.
Title: 2 poems : Jazzie loves boys on the band; Tags: Poem Introduction: slutty girl goes for boys on bands Content: Jazzie loves Boys on the Band by Sergio (LtnScorpio4x) JAZZIE likes Boys who play in the Band They take her places other boys can’t They rock her, move her, and shake her to the beats of their drums They stir her into frenzy, and when they sing, their words tremble her, and swoon her too, and they know what they do. She is their favorite one; she is seen waiting for then on the side line, They get what they want and she gets what she likes Sexy boys with open shirts extend their hands to her; Those Boys whose chiseled chests sweat, bare their souls too. She screams out to them to show she wants them ready hot; they are drenched touched with their memorizing man musk, and entrance her with their heat mixture: hot bodies, brutally splashed with cologne knock to faint her out of control, with her sheer desire to play in their band. And she cries out for them, some by name. Pleading, her sick love call wailing out, she shrieks, and cries to be held up by them for more songs. They hear her rock for them, and they know her too, and do their best to stir her up, for if she is really for real, her reward is for real all too soon. Their swagger moves and the music beats do rock her; she is up for their count. They take her and let her play behinds the lights, in the private stage. And so there, Move her and shake her like the thimbles on their drums She is fast; she beats quick, she rocks hard, And then she plays Jazzy with them slow Hoping love with them will never end Jazzie loves Boys on the Band /// A beautiful moment by Sergio Sanchez It was a beautiful moment the day we met It filled my heart with Glee A beautiful moment touched me The first time we kissed A beautiful moment made with you You held my hands and whispered in my ear. You told me that our lips would never part A day soon thereafter I awoke in love with you Oh, you dazzled me like the bright stars And hypnotized me into love with you Then you went away like a shooting sun, Fading away Leaving me struck on the moon. How many galaxies must I search to find you? Now That beautiful moment Has become a memory Now that you left me. Did you not feel my love? My desire was to make you mine How did we get torn apart? We said goodbye so soon Yes, although it was lovely, I no longer wait for you As I did once alone and a fool for wishing you Since now I see you just wanted rapid fun It hurried you away untrue. Now I must forget that you are gone I wiped away the tears in my eyes that I let go free as you That is okay. Yes, it is a beautiful moment to feel And to know that I loved you. And it is a beautiful moment To stay on just one place That is fine. And that my heart is mine Hope you don’t mind my heart remains while you visit fast orbits beyond the Sun. You see, my heart you so tossed away, I picked up and remains with me whole So to share love again, A chance for someone new A beautiful moment one more time When it comes. [Oh, that beautiful moment never left me Even if you are gone. The beautiful moments are all but mine.]
Title: 2 PUSSY'S Tags: Fiction, Young Introduction: it finally happened Content: I’m Trina. __I had known Sandy since we were young. We liked many of the same things. We found both our fathers like it when we showed off our young bodies to them. It turned us on also to dress skimpy around them and wiggled our butts as we walked around them…. (when our moms were gone.) We compared these events privately to only each other. She would show me what she wore and how she walked in front of her dad. I in turn showed her my sexy clothes and my sexy walk I used on my dad. We both discovered we could turn each other on by doing this. At that age we pressed it further and during a sleep over got into touching each other under the covers. It was the experimental age girls go thru checking out each others bodies. I was explaining all these early days to my boyfriend Brad one late night in bed. I was hoping he would not ask ’When did it end?’…but he did. I decided to tell him…’It never did.’ I told him that Sandy is my best friend in the whole world and sometimes…..we….like to do strip shows for each other… even today. I left it at that…I just didn’t tell him ’all’ of the story. The truth is…I love looking at her naked body and she does mine. We get turned on by it. We liked guys, but we were the exception and were the only ’girls’ we liked sexually. It very first started when we were young and we had our private times to have a hot look at a girls body we liked, hers and mine. It progressed into slowly into touching us. It went further. We both had boyfriends, but still liked our ’private’ time to look and fondle each other. We kept it a total secret from everyone. Why didn’t it end?…. ….we think it was one afternoon after school and we went up to her room, closed the door and locked it. We were in horny mood and started the fondling. We were getting all turned on by rubbing our pussy’s together. We must have hit it just right as I could tell…..I was going to have an orgasm and could tell she was too. We got all charged up and up our hands went under our shirts to feel our bare tits. We then hurried to get our panties down and rub our pussy’s together skin to skin. Now there was some real breathtaking rubbing of clits and we held each other real tight….our pussy’s were very hot and with a big urge to be rubbed. We had never been this aroused this fast before. We held each others warm asses and pulled us tighter and tighter together…..we both orgasmed together. Omg….that felt so wonderful to us… We never forgot that first time. As of today are on the verge of doing more…but haven’t. Brad keeps me sexually happy, but poor Sandy hasn’t found the right guy yet….so …I help out by getting her all turned on and we rub our pussy’s together for a hot orgasm when she needs relief. I keep this my deepest secret to myself, but….I get a sex high all on its own…..and I also love sex with Brad. I’m not attracted to any other women, just Sandy. That afternoon it came time for our little playtime but this time, we let our ’next step’ desires go forward. Brad…… …strip shows?…between Trina and Sandy? I wanted to see them do one. Time to plan a time and let me watch them. They both have hot bodies and now was my chance to maybe have every guys dream of ’two girls’ at the same time. It was time to have a little talk with both of them and set this up…… Sandy…… My horniness was nagging at me as I kept looking for a hot guy. I needed more ’relief’ than just rubbing pussy’s. I needed to be held, kissed and finger fucked. I also had a very hidden desire to lick Trina’s pussy. My final desire was to have great sex with a hot guy…. and then there was…. Brad. I envied Trina so much to have a hot guy like him. I could have quick fucks anytime, but I wanted to be made real horny and then have sex…. with Brad. Trina told me the details of how sex with Brad was. It got to the point where I had to find a way for at least a 3some with them. They could do anything to me they wanted, as long as I got to have sex with Brad. I didn’t act on it, I just dreamed about it….more and more…. Now back to our ’special’ afternoon. This time I had Trina lay on the bed instead of standing and rubbing pussy’s. We both had on our school uniforms and short skirts. She grinned knowing something more.…… was going to happen. I lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties slowly down and off. She watched me take mine off too. She figured we were just going to do our pussy to pussy rubbing lying down. I was on my knees and slowly laid on top of her. I ran my hands under her blouse, under her bra and felt her sexy tits. She felt my ass and massaged it, my fingers reached far down as I could…... My hidden desires were coming out. I started kissing her nipples. This was new to us and made us very horny. I felt her legs part and felt her warm pussy under me. Her pussy was hot and wet….she was breathing hard….I just knew she’d like it,…. and she did. I moved my body back and forth on her pussy. Do I go further? I wanted to slide down and kiss her pussy. She began to moan and played with my hair. I inched my way down. She moaned more and twitched her body with my kisses on her tummy. She just knew where I was headed. Her legs opened wider. I loved the aroma of her pussy, all wet now and just begging to be licked. I felt her hands push my head down to her pussy. She wanted me to kiss her pussy. I could just tell….I was in girl heaven. She held my head tight as she twitched and moaned. I kissed her small patch of pubic hair gently. She jumped slightly. I let my tongue explore her clit. She let out a gasping moan, and guided my head up and down on her slit. It was finally here. I let my tongue go and do what it wanted to do. In her slit and up across her clit, over and over. Her hips joined in the slow rhythm of a building orgasm….. We had to stop as we heard noises outside. We did a quick re-dress and quick made plans when to continue this new event. I was the wettest I could ever remember. I thought….I sure would like Brad laying on top of me right now…. Trina….. ….omg, that was a mega turn on. Brad knew how to get me hot, but this was an extra turn on I personally liked. I guess a girl can have both…but wait…why couldn’t I share Brad with Sandy? I wonder if he’d be interested?….silly question, what guy wouldn’t like two girls to play with….. It’s planning time. The next day I couldn’t wait to tell Sandy my idea. After school we met at her house. I told her my idea. I watched her start rubbing her pussy with the thought of us all having hot sex. I called Brad and we set it up for the weekend when my parents would be out of town camping with friends. Was he interested? Oh my, was he. Sandy took the phone and said to Brad: “Hi Brad, can you handle ’two’ hot girls like us?” I don’t know what he said, but I saw Sandy blush, giggle and rub her pussy….. It was on. Sandy and I held each other and a hot pussy rub was on. It was risky as her mom was home. I wanted my turn at licking her pussy now. We were so horny, I decided to take a chance. I locked her bedroom door and went back to our pussy rubbing. I dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down some. She whispered: (“…we can’t! my moms home!”) I went for it and buried my face in her pussy. I pushed out my tongue as far as it would go and lick up to her clit. She twitched and pulled my hair. (“…Trina! (giggle)… Oh god…that drives me crazy!”) I smiled, stood up and pulled her panties up. She gasp for air and said: (“…your going to get me grounded for ever!...if we get caught!”) We continued our pussy rubbing as I loved doing that and making her so mega horny. Her hands trembled…… Brad…… Trina and I had slowly developed a little routine. When Sandy was hanging with us, would start making out with each other just to tease her and make her horny. She liked this and would come and sit by us and watch. Soon she started feeling herself as we turned her on but good. We soon realized ’she’ was turning us on and our sex was more intense when we fucked right afterwards. At this point I knew those two messed around sexually and I wanted that three some with Trina, me and Sandy. It was all set and I was so looking forward to this. Two hot horny girls? What guy wouldn’t be excited about the coming weekend. I had told Sandy on the phone: “ Sandy babe, I’ve wanted to lick your pussy for a long time, so get ready to scream when I suck your clit.” Trina told me her reaction from the call later. Red faced and rubbing her pussy. ----- Sandy….. To say I was sexually tense about this wouldn’t come close to describing it. Trina…. I had been wet all day, and now Brad was here. We went into mom and dads big bed. We all lay on the bed as Brad and I started in kissing and feeling us up. Sandy watched nervously smiling and then slowly join in with Brad between us. I knew she must have fantasized about having sex with Brad, so I let them have at it. I joined in by feeling Sandy and unbuttoning her clothes. Brad and I felt her sexy body all the way as all our clothes began to come off. This was over the top hot. Brad didn’t know the extent of Sandy and my sex play, but he was about to find out right now. Sandy and I didn’t hold back now and Brad and I…..both started kissing her face. Sandy and I had never did the kissing thing, just body kissing. I was so charged up I went for it all with Brad. Both our tongues went for her mouth as hers went for ours. Damn this was a turn on having Brad right there with us…. Brad…. I think I had the biggest hardon of my life and both girls feeling it. How far had Trina and Sandy gone sexually? …..this was way more than just a sexy strip show. I sure didn’t care now, this was a mega turn on…. Sandy….. I sure didn’t expect Trina to go this far….but I liked messing with her and Brad at the same time. The more I relaxed, the hornier I got. I was now kissing Brad, and…feeling his hardon. Trina and I were just adding to it as I wanted to get on top of Brad and get to it…. so I did….but first…a little trip down his body along with Trina. We kissed our way down him as we both held his full hardon. We kissed and kissed his big hardon at the same time. I was so hot I had to gasp for breath along with Trina. We were both just starting to take turns sucking down on him when we felt his hands on us. He was pulling us around to place our pussy’s next to his face. Oh jez...he was going lick both our pussy’s…. Brad….. Every guys dream...two pussy to eat. I had them both lift one their upper leg as I pulled their pussy’s together on top of me. Oh yes. I licked one slit and then the other, back and forth as they jump when I licked each clit. They both started pushing their pussy’s together. I squeezed their firm butts and hear them both moan. I pulled their clits together and let me rub them together. They liked that by their reactions. I shoved my tongue in between them and I had a clit on each side of my tongue. Now they really got hot and both tried to suck down on my hardon at once. Sandy…. I was in heaven! I couldn’t talk and ask Trina if she was having orgasms like I was?…, but I knew she was. Brad had hit our joy spots with his tongue and us touching our clits together. I had no control and now I had to have his hardon in me….. I quickly moved around and got on top of him. I guided his hardon in me and let it go in deep. Trina stayed as she was, as he licked her pussy….I joined him. Our two tongues worked her clit I felt his fingers slip inside her pussy. I held Brad tight as I began fucking him deep. Trina’s hips were jerking with our licks and his fingers. I felt a rising in my pussy beyond any climax I’d ever had. I began to shake and moan. “Oh god there…” I yelled…”Oh jez Yes!” as the sexual high took me over. Trina began to squirt as he pushed his hardon up and trembled…. A shot of hot cum jolted my pussy, we all moaned and squirmed with the high. My clit was on fire with it and had to be satisfied with firm digging fucking. All our hands felt us. The aroma of hot sex filled the room as we all moaned and moved our bodies around….looking for the last bit of high in us…. Brad….. I carried Sandy into the shower and sat her on the floor, letting the warm water run over her. Next I got Trina and carried her in beside her. Two beautiful girls…all spent…smiling at me. Trina….. I think I passed out. I sure remember having the most intense climax of my life though…the warm water was heaven….as Brad was slowly washing me….I could barely move to kiss him. Sandy was giggling and rubbing her pussy slowly…. Sandy….. After a short rest, we all started in again. Trina and Brad start getting all horny with each other this time. Now….it was my turn to tease them and make them all turned on…..something I had waited a long time for. I started talking to them, “..feel her nice titties Brad, like this, tongue kiss him Trina, he likes that. Let him feel your wet pussy Trina, oh yes… Lick her pussy Brad, like this….mmmm. They both got the giggled as they knew what I was up to. “Move over Brad, let me show you what Trina likes. Brad, bring your hard on up here so we can suck on it.” Brad was like a little boy in the biggest candy shop in the world. He did everything I asked. “Now Trina, watch. This is what Brad likes.” Now Trina watched as Brad and I made her all horny. I pulled Brad on top of me and we tongue kissed and felt us all up. I laid it on thick, moaning and getting them all excited. “Oh Brad…oh god…you feel so good in me….fuck me baby…fuck me hard and deep baby…oh yes oh yes Oh God Yes! Trina was dripping wet and moaning watching. I pulled on Brad’s ass and fucked him fast and hard. I said: “Oh Trina! Help me fuck Brad.” I pushed Brad up and pulled her under him. I put his hardon in her and let them go at it. It was beautiful to watch them all excited fuck themselves crazy. I lay beside them with my fingers in my pussy massaging my G spot. When they finally came moaning loud together…. I came too….. ------ Trina…… It was Sunday afternoon as we all fixed mom and dads bed back to the way it was. All our hands trembled a little. We were all so fucked out, but….sooooo ready for more. Brad put his arms around both of us. I said: “So…you want me to share ???” We all just smiled as Sandy and I kissed his nodding head….. ...
Title: 2 she males 1 lucky male Tags: Fiction, Anal, Transgendered, Transsexual, Transvestite Introduction: 2 she males 1 lucky male all alone Content: They didn't waste anytime. As soon as the 3 of us were through the door they went to work. They were eager. One in front of me and the other behind. This is how it would be all night, me the filling to their sandwich. The one in front had her hands caressing my lower back and butt cheeks. The one behind had her arms around me and her hands over my lower abdomen. Her palms brushed over my abbs and her finger tips gently pressing into my navel. She kissed my neck and jaw line from behind. I loved that. The one in front was kissing me hard. We were mashing our lips and tongues together. The one behind was pulling my mid section back into her. She pushed her crotch into me. I could feel her tits pushing into my back and I could feel her cock pressing against my butt. I could tell the one in front had a hard on! The 3 of us had hard ons! The one in front was Lucy and the one behind was Emma. They were hot as fuck. They were 6 foot tall and even taller as they wore shiny black platform heels. I would soo lick those heels. I would love to see these babes spit on those heels so I could lick the saliva all over them. They had long smooth muscular legs. Their thigh muscles were a nice shape, slender and strong. They had great calf muscles. They both had nice 6 packs. Their arms were slender but you could see biceps. They had long dark hair which hung just below the shoulders. They had massive fake round tits which were extremely firm and stuck straight out. Their smooth skin was tanned and had a lovely tone. They both had lip filler and wore lots of shinny lip gloss. Lucy's lips were glossy red whilst Emma's were glossy pink. I loved the look of their big lips. I really loved to drag my lips across them as we snogged. I imagined those lips around my cock. I was cupping Lucy's tits with one hand whilst gropping her arse with the other. Emma's arms were around me as she kept kissing my neck from behind. My eyes were shut. I just relaxed in between them and went with the flow. Emma began to undress me from behind. I felt my shirt buttons being undone one by one. Lucy started to unbutton my trousers and then the zip came down. My arms were yanked back as my shirt was removed. My trousers fell round my ankles. I stood there in my boxers. The bulge of my erection visible. I stepped out of my trousers and Lucy and Emma resumed their heavy petting. Their hands all over my bare skin. Their pouting lips kissing me all over. Lucy dragged the palm of her hand up the underside of my cock. She then pinched my balls with her fingertips. Her long acrylic nails really pinched. Then they both yanked my boxers down! They started to direct me across the room whilst still kissing and gropping. Emma from behind pushed and Lucy from the front pulled. We slowly staggered our way across the room till we reached a bar stool. It was a bar stool with no back. This is where they were going to have me. I propped myself up on the stool as Lucy unbuttoned her blouse. When she opened her blouse it revealed her huge round tits being squeezed together by a lacy black bra. I stared at the cleavage produced by the big breasts being squeezed together. Lucy undid her skirt and shook her hips letting the skirt fall to the floor. Keeping her legs straight she bent forward all the way down. She used her hands to get her skirt over the long heels. Then she stood up, all 6 foot plus heels in nothing but a black bra and black pants. Her erection was stretching her knickers. My eyes worked up and down her figure. Every inch of her was perfect and my cock was throbbing. Those long strong legs, big bulge, 6 pack, massive fake boobs, long hair and pouting lips. Behind me Emma had stripped off. She stood against my back only in heels. Lucy then began to remove her pants. She slowly slid the pants down using her two hands and her cock sprang out. She held her cock in her hand and began stroking it. I loved the look of her wanking with those lovely long nails. Then they sandwiched me. Our naked bodies together. It was soo nice. Emma held me up on the stool from the rear. She had her arms around me and I could feel her big boobs press into my back. Lucy was standing between my legs. Both of them started kissing and caressing me. Then Lucy grabbed me by the back of the knees and started to lift my legs up. I felt myself starting to lean back but Emma held me up. Before I knew it Lucy had my legs pointing straight up. She pushed my legs right back into my torso before letting my legs rest over her shoulders. Lucy pressed her thighs into the back of my legs. I was folded up between them. We were all soo close. The closeness felt nice. It was a little uncomfortable being in this position but they took all the weight. Emma had her arms around me and I could feel her big boobs pressing into my back. Lucy had her thighs pressed into the back of my legs whilst my legs were over her shoulders. I could see her big boobs between my legs. I loved it. Emma was looking over my shoulder. She could see Lucy's cock and my cock. A nice view no doubt. Lucy was looking down at her cock with a determined look on her face. She had placed the tip against the entrance to my anus. Lucy looked and Emma and smiled. I think the smile meant she was going to enjoy this. I wasn't sure how it was physically going to feel but I loved the thought of 2 hot she males having their way with me. They were soo hot. I had enjoyed everything so far. I could feel a pressure on the opening but didn't feel like I was being opened up even though she was really pressing forward. I was soo tight, Lucy really had to push even just to get a little bit inside. But she was up for the challenge. She wanted to stretch my tight virgin hole. She began gently nudging back and forth. Emma was pressing forward from the rear. I could feel Lucy's cock gently nudge my hole again and again. She looked down at her cock as she nudged away. She worked the head in. That felt ok, it wasn't really stretching me. She pressed forward into me and kept working my ass. She gently started rocking her hips. I was soo tight and she was eager to open me up. She had just over an inch inside me. I could see at least another 4 inches trying to break in. She wanted inside me so bad. When she was about 2 inches in she started to try some thrust. I watched intently. She held me firmly round the waist and rocked back and forth. She was loving the feeling of my tight ass. She had a smile and a determined look. She made groaning sounds as she rocked her hips. She got a rhythm going and gently rode me. She wanted to get a good ride on but it would be hard for her to make it last. My ass was soo tight on her cock and before we knew it she came. She withdrew her cock and let out her big load. She let her come out over my cock and around the pubic region. Then she let my legs down so I was sitting and she squated down to take my cock in her mouth. She sucked up all the her cum. As she stood back up she was licking her lips. Like a well trained tag team they swapped places. Emma was now in front and Lucy was holding me up from the rear. Emma had put my legs up over her shoulders. This time she took her index finger and placed the tip of the long acrylic nail against my ass. With a very straight finger she began to insert. I watched closley feeling a bit nervous about those nails. At first I thought I could feel the nail against the flesh. She pushed her finger in slowly but firmly. She got past the first knuckle and kept pushing. She motioned her finger back and forth slightly then proceeded to push further forward. I kept staring down as she did this. She had 2 knuckles of her index finger inside me then began to push back and forth gently. We looked at each other as She gently finger fucked me. She did this for about 2 minutes then slowly withdrew her finger. Then she straightened 2 fingers together and pointed them at my ass. Oh I thought. How will this feel? The long acrylic nails of 2 fingers touched my anus. She gently pressed the tips of both nails against my entrance. She really squeezed her two fingers against each other so she could get them in. I could feel a bit more of the nails now as she sank her fingers inside me. My ass was still tight but seemed to give way a bit more to Emma's fingers. With 2 fingers there was more friction but she gave it a good go. She pushed her fingers in and out. She really worked it. She got past 2 knuckles and proceeded to finger fuck me. I watched her fingers fuck me. She was on a mission. Then as she thrust in and out a third finger tried to join in. She tried to push the 3rd finger in whilst still thrusting. The third finger managed to squeeze inside. I'm not sure if she opened me up any more or if the 3 fingers squeezed into the same space. There was much more resistance when pushing them into me but she proceeded to fuck me with 3 fingers anyway. She thrust them in and out as much as she could. I felt way more stretched than with Lucy's cock. Emma was trying to get all 3 fingers as deep as possible. She was now pushing really hard and it didn't take to long to get all 3 fingers passed the 2nd knuckle. I could see her thumb and pinkie curled up outside. She kept pushing forward and working her way deeper until the full length of 3 fingers was inside me. She kept pushing forward. It was almost like she was punching her way forward. She never at any point withdrew them. She just kept punching her 3 fingers forward. This felt quite intense. My ass was being stretched. Then she pulled her fingers out. I really felt my ass get stretched again as the fingers withdrew past their widest point. As soon as her fingers were out she pressed the tip of her cock into my ass. She had the whole head of her cock in me in an instant. Her fingers had opened me good. She got right into it. She began to push in and out slowly but firmly. Lucy was excited and was kissing and caressing me whilst watching Emma fuck. The thrusting got faster and her cock got deeper. Emma was doing what Lucy wanted to do. This is what I wanted. I was being used by 2 fucking hot she males. Emma's cock was fucking me. My legs over Emma's shoulders were rocking with her body. Lucy held me up from the rear whilst caressing my body. The she got the whole length inside me and held it there for a second. I knew being fucked would probably not be comfortable, but I wanted to try it. I was happy to go with the flow as much as I could. I would try and hold on and focus on the goings on as much as possible. I would take as much in as I could whilst they used me. I stared through my legs at Emma's massive boobs and long dark hair as she fucked me. Those gorgeous plump glossy lips. She was breathing deeply. How long would she last? Hopefully a while I thought. I was there for the experience. Those fake tits didn't bounce much as she rode me but they were awesome to look at! I admired her as she fucked me. She was fucking me hard now and I was being moved back on the stool. Lucy was doing a good job holding me up from behind. She was kissing me round the jaw line whilst watching Emma. Then without warning, Emma pulled her cock out of me and began stroking quickly. Lucy and me watched as she wanked herself off. Then she came. Her cum landed over my cock and all over my pubic region. She came quite a bit getting a lot on me. Emma stood back letting my legs down from her shoulders. I sat on the stool with Lucy behind me. Then Lucy walked round in front of me and bent forward. She began licking the cum off me. That was fucking hot. Then she stood back up and started to kiss me. Sticking her tongue in my mouth I could taste Emma's cum. Lucy rubbed her fingers across my lower stomach getting cum on them, then stuck two cum covered fingers in my mouth. I sucked on her fingers whilst looking into her eyes. I looked down, there was cum on the stool, underwear all over the floor and two well satisfied she males. A shower would be good I think. maybe all 3 of us could help each other clean up in the walk in wet room's shower. But that's a story for another time.
Title: 2 Slutty Sisters Part One: Coffeshop Quickie_(0) Tags: Fantasm, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Humiliation, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Teen, Young Introduction: First of several parts recounting a sexual relationship I had with two young sisters Content: When I was twenty I moved to Chicago because my girlfriend at the time was moving there to attend Northwestern University. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women. The cafe was open until 3 am and it was the only place around that was open after 10pm that wasn't a bar. As a result we got a lot of undergraduates who would hang out and study all night, as well as high school students who really didn't have anywhere else to go, and who liked having a safe space to brush shoulders with the college kids. The owner knew her target demographic, and the place was a hip, kinda dirty place with dim lighting, loud music, and lots of big comfy couches – all in all a much cooler place to hang out than the Steak and Shake or Starbucks. I could tell a lot of sexy stories about this time in my life, but one of my favorites concerns the two young sisters, Claire and Rachel, whose father owned a restaurant down the block. This guy often had to be doing paperwork late into the night and so his daughters would accompany him and hang out at my cafe with hot cocoas or milk shakes while he worked. Rachel was a teen punk rocker: she would usually be wearing a rainbow of makeup, heavy boots, a short skirt, and t-shirts carefully torn to reveal glimpses of her well developed young body. Rachel would usually spend her time texting on her phone and listening to Pixies or David Bowie. Her younger sister Claire was slim and boyish in all the ways her sister was curvy. Claire was bookish, she had thick glasses and usually wore her long hair pulled back into a pony tail and rarely bothered to change out of her school's uniform – a plaid skirt and white blouse. She would spend her time at the cafe getting ahead on her homework or with her nose in a novel decidedly more advanced than her curriculum. I developed quite a liking to these two girls, and when business was slow I would chat with Rachel about music or give her advice about boys, or help Claire with her math homework or recommend her books more challenging than her teachers were allowed to. Just before Rachel's birthday her boyfriend broke up with her, and she was really broken up about it, so I decided I would gift her an old t-shirt of mine: a Talking Heads tour shirt I'd gotten years ago at a thrift store, that was getting a little too ragged for me to wear, but that I knew she was really fond of. They came in the next night and I had the present all ready. It was a slow spring night, so I was able to come right over to the couch they were sharing and I sat between them and put my arm around Rachel. “Hey kiddo, happy birthday.” I said and handed her the wrapped shirt. She seemed happy and astonished that I'd gotten her anything at all, and when she pulled apart the newspaper and saw what it was she let out a loud laugh and threw her arms around me and pulled herself onto my lap. “Oh Drew I can't believe this!” she said against my neck, and the she surprised me by lifting her face to mine and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I could have perhaps just let all this go as a kind of adolescent overexcitement, but when she pulled her face back she gave me a decidedly adult, sexy smile and added “Well now I have to get you something.” And she kept her eyes on mine as she began to gently grind her butt against my lap. This had all happened very quickly, and it took me a second to process. At once I became aware that my hand had by reflex moved to her hip when she'd shifted into my lap and the skin of her thigh felt very, very soft through the thin fabric of her skirt. A nanosecond later I realized that there was nothing between her cute little teenage ass and my cock besides the denim of my jeans, and that my cock must have already been aware of this as it was rapidly becoming fully hard. I looked around quickly but the cafe's only three other patrons were intently playing cards and wouldn't even have been able to see what was going on, and then I noticed Claire sitting right next to me, giving off an exaggerated air of being involved with her book. I turned my head back to Rachel to say, well I don't know what, because before I could open my mouth she leaned her head forward so that her lips were right next to my ear and whispered “Meet me in the girl's bathroom in fifteen minutes,” her breath hot and moist in my ear, and with a last little grind of her tush she slid back over onto the couch and said loudly “Thanks a lot for the shirt Drew!” and put her headphones on. I stared at her for a moment, wanting to try and talk to her but she just smiled at me and closed her eyes and started bopping her head to her music. I turned and looked over at Claire who was still just sitting there with her nose in her book. “Hey Claire... uh..” I started to stammer, but she just pointedly turned away, refusing to acknowledge me. Confused and incredibly horny I slowly got up and went back behind the counter where my coworker Stephanie was doing her Sociology reading, and apparently hadn't noticed anything. “Slow night, huh?” She said looking up as I came over. “Uh.. yeah. I guess I'm gonna do some prep for tomorrow” I responded dazedly. “Fuck the morning shift, man. What have they ever done for us?” She said with a smile, and went back to her textbook. I started to clean some of the shelves just so I wasn't standing there like an idiot, while I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Did all that really happen? What was going to happen next? I mean, I had certainly noticed that Rachel was a sexy little thing – she had big tits for her small 5'1” frame and she loved to show them off by wearing shirts and tank tops so small that her breasts seemed to strain against the fabric, which she'd also started cutting off to show off her flat midriff and new belly button piercing – and I'd inferred that she was sexually active from hints in the conversations I'd had with her; but maybe because she was always there with her little sister, or that I knew her dad, or just that she was so young, I'd never actually thought about fucking her... but boy was I thinking about it now. I was thinking about the feeling of her sharp hip bone in my palm and the heat of her ass on my cock as I'd held her in my lap, the feeling of her lips against my neck and my ear, that wetness of her lips against mine and that seductive look she'd given me afterward. I hadn't realized it before, but this little girl was clearly a thirsty little whore. She knew exactly what kind of look to give me and just the right place to put her fat little ass cheeks. I started thinking about her sex life, fucking some jock in the closet at a party, or furtively sucking a boyfriend off in his car. I thought about how from hints she's dropped she's clearly bisexual, and I imagined her experimenting with her other little girlfriends, clumsily licking each other's wet little pussies at a sleepover. My cock now felt like a hot iron rod painfully constricted by my pants, and I realized I'd been scrubbing the same few inches of metal for God knows how long. I looked at my watch and it'd been almost twenty minutes since I'd been sitting with the girls. I looked over at their couch and Claire was there alone looking at me, but when we made eye contact she quickly put her face in her book. Then I stopped thinking. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I said to Stephanie. “Have fun pooping,” she replied without looking up. The cafe had two bathrooms that were out of the way in back by our storeroom, and each was just a single 8x8 room with a door that bolted. I walked back to the women's, and softly knocked “Rachel?” I asked quietly. I heard the door bolt release and she opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, locking the door behind her. “Look don't say anything,” She said quickly. “I think your sexy and you've always been real nice to me and my sister and I can't stop thinking about how bad I want you to fuck me.” She was still holding my hand and she pressed it tightly against her breast, my hand cupped it of its own accord and her eyes half closed for a second, her breathing was fast and ragged. “Whenever we're here I think about what your cock looks like and tastes like and how it would feel inside me and how badly I want to be your little slut.” Her eyes were closed now as my hand continued to knead her breast, I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm through her bra and tank top, while her other hand had reached under my shirt to touch my stomach and my chest. “When we go home I lie in bed and put my fingers in my pussy and my mouth and my butt and imagine you touching me all over and fucking me however you want to and calling me your dirty little whore and...” she had been talking faster and faster and I'd stopped listening and I moved my hand down her body and under her skirt where her thighs felt so soft and smooth against my rough hands. My other hand cupped her cheek and my thumb brushed against her full lips. She hungrily opened her mouth and sucked on it hard as my fingers followed the curve of her thigh, past the sparse hair on her mound and inside the intense heat and sopping wetness of her little teenage cunt. She let out a low moan around my thumb as I slowly pressed two fingers into her tight little hole, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on them hard. I removed my thumb from her mouth and grabbed her by her short hair and brought her face up to mine. Our tongues mindlessly writhed together as I pressed her against the bathroom wall with my body, her hands wildly scratching my back while one of mine clutched her head tightly and the other kept pressing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. She began shaking, her breath coming out in hot gasps and she grew increasingly limp until I was basically holding her small body up as she came. I'd finally pushed my fingers as far as I could get them inside of her and the hot wet walls of her puss gripped them tightly in spasms, her cum feeling like it was dripping down from her onto the rest of my hand. I kept my fingers inside of her and lightly kissed her cheek and her neck while she slowly recovered her breath and her balance. When I noticed her breathing return to normal I stepped back, undid my belt, and let my pants drop to the floor. Her eyes cracked open at the sound and then fully widened as she looked at my cock, its length and girth clearly greater than the boys she'd been fucking. “You cum like a good little slut now let me see if you can suck like one.” I told her sternly, seating myself on the toilet. She gaped at me, clearly surprised by how quickly I'd adopted the degrading kind of language she'd fantasized about. She immediately got down on her knees in front of me and tightly gripped my penis, her hand barely able to wrap itself around it. She looked up at me with eyes full of a devouring kind lust and a vast need to please as she lowered her mouth onto my dick, and I gave a low moan as I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my glans. My cock was too big or she was too inexperienced to try deepthroating me, but she used her hand to jerk on the half of my cock she couldn't fit in her mouth, and her eyes never left mine as she bobbed her head up and down. “That's a good girl Rachel. I'm so happy to have a little slut as filthy and disgusting as you.” I told her while cupping her cheek, our eyes still locked. She gave out a little moan and I could see her other hand go down between her legs, moving in time with her lips. “I knew you were a little whore baby,” I continued, “I knew you loved to suck cock… that you probably sucked on every boy at school that asked you to… show me what they make you do you little bitch.” She quickly stopped sucking me and took a few deep gasps of air, then licked down my shaft to my balls while slowly jerking and squeezing my cock. I had a feeling where she was heading and gave a light groan as her tongue flicked around my testicles and scooted myself slightly forward and leaned back, raising my foot to the toilet seat giving her access to my ass. She didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, pausing for a second to run her tongue up and down my taint before pushing her face between my cheeks and licking my asshole. I gave a longer groan, unable to believe this hot little teen was such a dirty girl… and that she was so fucking horny for me. As she pressed her tongue directly against my sphincter, forcing it into my butt I gasped, the feeling was just incredibly filthy and utterly erotic. I knew I couldn’t last long with this kind of stimulation so I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. We were both gasping for breath now, and when we looked at each other there was no doubt about what was going to happen next. We moved as one, me getting off the toilet and positioning myself between her legs as she lay back on the dirty bathroom floor, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders. As soon as my cock found her hot slick little hole I shoved it inside, getting three quarters of its seven and a half inch length into her cunt with that first savage stroke. Rachel let out a gasp and started shaking, and the walls of her pussy began spasming with an intense pressure, squeezing my cock. I could already feel the tension of my own orgasm building in my thighs, and I lost myself in the storm of electricity gathering in my loins, pulling out of her only slightly before ramming my cock the rest of the way in, repeating the motion savagely again and again, pressing her down into the floor as she moaned and gasped and shook beneath me. I was unable to think about anything but the feeling of Rachel’s soft little body under mine, the grip of her teenage cunt on my cock, her hyperventilating gasps in my ear. It only could have lasted a minute or two before I began spurting inside of that little slut, seemingly endless ropes of cum shooting deep into her womb as she writhed beneath me, fingers clawing my back, legs squeezing me tightly to her as the orgasm that had started when I entered her had never seemed to stop, just kept rolling over her in waves as I came in her, until finally I was done and we just lay there, sweating, taking deep breaths, my cock still inside her, exhausted. We relaxed for a moment like that in the afterglow of our orgasms, before I slid myself out of her and shakily stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I studied her as I struggled to level my breathing and pulled my pants up: she lay on the bathroom floor, her skirt was up around her waist exposing her plump pussy, its shaved lips shiny with our juices, her eyes closed and her lips were slightly parted in a broad, satisfied smile. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling even wider. “Jesus Christ, Drew… I think that was the hardest I’ve cum in my whole fucking life!” I grinned back, “Glad to hear it Rach. I was about to apologize for cumming so fast – I don’t think I’ve cum that fast since my first time!” She giggled, standing up and straightening her skirt, “I’d love to hear about that sometime, maybe while I’m sucking you off?” “Fuck you’re a dirty little bitch.” I said, pulling her to me. She flashed me a wicked smile, then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. “I have some cleaning up to do, and I think you better get back to work.” Her makeup was smeared over her face, leftover drool from the blowjob and rimming still clung to her chin, she looked like a little slut who’d been used hard, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. We kissed, her tongue and mine sliding against one another, my hands running over her smooth curves, before I reluctantly pulled away, gave her another smile, and left the bathroom. I was relieved to see there wasn’t a line of girls waiting to use the restroom when I stepped out – it had all happened so fast that I was only now wrapping my head around the fact that I’d just fucked a teenager, in a public place, in the coffee shop I worked in no less. Someone could have seen me walk into the wrong restroom, and I really wasn’t sure how loud we’d been since I’d been so wrapped up in the moment so I was feeling pretty scared. There was a second when I walked back out onto the floor where I fully expected someone to be glowering at me, or angrily striding towards me, but a scan of the room revealed that everyone appeared to be where I left them: three regulars playing cards in the corner, Stephanie reading her textbook at the bar, and when I looked over at Claire her face was completely buried in her book. With a relieved sigh I walked over and stood next to Stephanie, “Slow night, huh?” I said lamely. She glanced up at me, “Not for your bowels though, right? You missed six teenie boppers who all ordered milk shakes.” She gave me a toothy smile, and added “I think they would’ve much rather had you make them, you big stud.” I laughed as I went back to my sidework – this was the usual banter between Steph and I. I’d gotten away with it after all. A few minutes later Rachel came out of the bathroom and rejoined her sister looking like nothing had ever happened. The next half hour went normally, making coffee drinks and milkshakes, doing dishes. When I checked in on Rachel and Claire, Rachel just said “Thanks again for the shirt Drew, it was really sweet.” and Claire seemed even quieter than normal curled up in the corner, but I noticed she was watching me closely with her big green eyes. They left shortly after. Instead of giving them a bill I’d just dropped off a little doodle I’d drawn in the down time with a lame “happy birthday!” written on it, and when I was bussing the table I noticed that at the bottom Rachel had written her phone number with a few x’s and o’s. I smiled and put it in my pocket, unable to keep visions of her kneeling on the bathroom floor, my fat dick in her little mouth, from entering my head. Just thinking about it immediately got me hard again. Fortunately this wasn’t a problem for long as business quickly picked up, and soon my thoughts were completely wrapped up in the mundane mechanical tasks of working a busy night at a cafe: steaming milk, waiting tables, flirting with customers, talking shit with employees, and drinking tons of coffee. After we’d closed I was hanging out at a booth, smoking a cigarette and counting down the drawer when I pulled out my phone and Rachel’s number and sent her a brief, but very dirty, text. A few minutes later, so soon that I hadn’t even finished the cigarette, I got a text back. It said “The shirt looks great on me! ;)” and was accompanied by a pic Rachel had taken of herself in the mirror wearing my shirt… and nothing else. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, the large shirt pulled up over her hips, her legs spread exposing her young pussy completely to the lens, and it looked like she’d been masturbating as her shaved lips were swollen and wet, parting slightly around her protruding little clit. I gaped for a second before quickly coming to my senses and shoving my phone into my pocket, glad the booth’s table was hiding my body’s reaction. For the next hour or so I hung out with a few of my coworkers for the nightly ritual of gossip, flirting, and smoking in the closed cafe before everyone started trickling out, calling it a night. When I got into my car I pulled out my phone and brought Rachel’s picture back up and took my cock out and began slowly stroking myself in the deserted parking lot, thinking about the slutty things she’d said to me, the way her mouth felt on my cock, how ready and wet her cunt looked in the picture. It was then that I got another text, from a new number. Confused about who’d be texting me at four in the morning I pulled it up. The text said “I think it looks way better on me :(“ and it was accompanied by a picture of little Claire, wearing nothing but the shirt I’d given Rachel, in the almost the exact same position her sister had been, except that her feet were up on the bed and she had two fingers inside her bare little cunt, the lust and pleasure in her expression looking startingly, erotically, incongruous with her young face. I just stared at the picture for a minute taking in all the details, wrapping my head around what I was seeing, until I realized that my hand was still wrapped around my cock, and it felt as hard as a steel beam. I started stroking myself again, staring at her face, her skinny frame, and finally her little pussy, tightly wrapped around her small fingers, muttering, without thinking about the words “Fuck Claire you hot little bitch… I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little pussy… I’m gonna make you scream you little brat… ohhh Fuuuuuuuck” as I came, sending spurts of cum onto the floor of my car. I sat there, catching my breath, my cock and my hand covered in cum, my eyes unable to leave my phone, and started thinking about what I was going to do.
Title: 2 Slutty Sisters Part Two - Being Daddy Tags: Fantasm, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Humiliation, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Spanking, Teen, Voyeurism, Young Introduction: Part One: http://www.sexstories.com/story/79714/ Content: I woke up early the next afternoon to my phone buzzing from a new text message. I remembered the events of last night in a dizzying flash and I quickly swiped into my phone, eager to find out which of my two little sluts it was from. The message was from Rachel: “Daddy’s leaving in an hour, if you come over I promise I’ll be a good girl for you <3<3<3” I smiled and sent back “I’m your daddy tonight you little bitch, and if you aren’t as good as you’re promising I’m gonna show you how daddy treats a cocktease.” After a shower and some eggs I noticed that she’d texted me back “mmmm Drew you can do anything you want to me… I’m so wet… see you soon daddy ;)” My cock was sore from having jerked off twice more after I’d gotten home this morning – frantically flipping back and forth between the pictures of Rachel and Claire, imagining myself with them, in every hole, imagining them with each other – but Rachel’s last message was all it took for me to get fully, achingly erect as I was doing the dishes. It was going to be a fun day. I pulled up at their house as the afternoon was turning into the evening. It was a rather sorry looking two story in a neighborhood that had seen better days but hadn’t fully gone off the rails – I supposed that owning a hotdog place didn’t really take you far in a city like Chicago. I knocked on the door and it only took a couple seconds for Rachel to fling it open, and she was truly a sight: tight black t-shirt cut off just below her tits, her flat belly curving down to meet a pair of black shorts that hugged her round ass and ended just above where they probably should have, exposing the bottom of her soft, plump butt cheeks. I didn’t have long to admire the view though as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside and wrapped her arms around me, getting onto her tiptoes to meet my mouth, our tongues sliding over one another, my hands grabbing and kneading her butt through the soft cotton of her shorts while she pressed her body tightly against mine. Even after a minute Rachel seemed unwilling to stop kissing me, hungrily shoving her tongue into my mouth, grinding against me even more intensely as my hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts to find she wasn’t wearing underwear, reaching down to roughly grip her soft buttcheeks as she moaned, finally relaxing her stance to rest her head against my chest. “Mmmm Drew… I’ve been so wet all day… I can’t believe how good you fucked me last night!” she said, looking up at me happily. I roughly grabbed a fistful of her short hair and moved her head up so she had to stand slightly on her tiptoes, a gasp of surprised pain quickly followed by a low throaty moan of pleasure escaped her in quick succession. “It’s ‘Daddy’ tonight Rachel, don’t make me remind you again.” I told her sternly. Rachel smiled, her breathing deep and ragged, “Ohh… I’m sorry Daddy I forgot…” and as she started to press her hips against me, practically humping my leg, she added “I promise I won’t forget again… I promise I’ll be a good girl for you...” I released her hair and cupped her cheek in my hand, “That’s it baby, I knew you’d be good.” For the first time I looked the house, and noticed that in front of me was a staircase leading up to the second floor, and to my right there was a wide opening into a cluttered living room with an old tv and a couple shabby chairs and a large couch… and Claire was sitting on it seemingly looking at her phone, clearly able to see and hear everything that had been going on. I was caught completely off guard by her presence – I couldn’t believe that Rachel had been willing to talk so dirty, to be so explicitly sexual, in front of her younger sister. Claire had obviously been watching us, and when our eyes met she gave me a small, shy smile. Rachel must have noticed my surprised look because she turned to see what I was looking at and gave a frustrated snarl “Ugh, Claire I told you to go to your fucking room!” Claire pointedly ignored her and Rachel turned back to me, “Don’t worry about her, she’s seen me have boys over and she won’t tell. She just hangs around cuz she’s jealous she’s not pretty enough to get any boys.” Rachel said a little too loudly, probably to make sure that her sister heard. That got an eyeroll out of Claire and she sunk deeper into the couch, embarrassed or upset at her sister’s remarks. “I’m going to go pee, then I’ll show you my room Daddy!” Rachel exclaimed, and trotted past her sister deeper into the house. Claire and I looked at each other for a moment after Rachel had left. She looked so young and innocent, she wore a white blouse and a knee length skirt with bright flowers on it and her brown hair hung behind her in braided pigtails, I couldn’t believe that this little girl was the same one who I’d seen with two fingers buried in her little cunt on my phone last night. I walked over and sat in front of her on the coffee table, “I liked the text you sent me last night Claire,” I told her. Her cheeks reddened becomingly and a pleased smile broke out on her face, “I almost couldn’t send it… I didn’t think there was any way you’d be interested… that you’d think I was silly...” she whispered, and she lifted her eyes to mine and gave me an intense look and added forcefully, “But I had to try! I had to let you know how I felt… I know you’re going to fuck my sister, but… Drew I want you to fuck me too! She always gets the boys! Even the one time I had a boy over, she ended up taking him to her room!” She had been talking faster and faster, and by the end of her fervently whispered tirade her eyes began filling up with tears. I shook my head, trying to process what this lithe little girl was telling me. “That’s horrible Claire.” I started, truthfully offended on Claire’s behalf, but also turned on at the imagine of Rachel seducing her sister’s young boyfriend, “You’re right, I am going to fuck Rachel today, but you are one sexy little girl, and I’m going to be thinking of you the whole time, and I promise that I’m going to take you up on your offer at the first opportunity!” Claire gave a delighted smile and looked over my shoulder, checking for her sister’s return. “Thanks Drew! Real quick before she comes back, do you want a closer look at me than I could give you on my phone?” Without waiting for an answer she put her legs up on the edge of the couch, pulling her skirt down so it was at mid thigh, revealing her bald pussy, her puffy lips slightly parted and glistening as the late afternoon light shone through the thin fabric of her skirt. I couldn’t help myself with such a sight only a foot away, and I reached between her legs, palm up, and placed my middle finger at the entrance to her young cunt. Claire gave a low coo and closer her eyes as I slid it just barely inside, feeling the intense heat and tightness of her little hole and then I slowly moved it up to brush her small nub, lightly circling it, which elicited a soft little whimper. At a sound behind me Claire snapped her legs shut and quickly shifted them under her just before Rachel came in, eying Claire. “What do you think you’re still doing here? Do you think he wants to talk to you? I’m the one he came here to see!” When Claire didn’t answer Rachel slid into my lap, put her arms around my neck, and started talking to me like her sister wasn’t even there. “You know what I think Daddy? I think she’s jealous, I think she’s got a little crush on you, and she’s trying to get some revenge on me.” She gave me a wicked smile, “Last time she brought a boy over I ran into him in the hallway wearing just my underwear, totally accidentally of course, and he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs. Claire doesn’t have any boobs, she looks like she’s eight, so I took pity on the poor boy and I asked if he wanted to touch them.” Rachel laughed at that, adding, “He came back to my room and I let him suck on them and then I had to return the favor so I sucked him off.” She gave me a wide, innocent look. “Claire was really upset about it but I told her that I couldn’t help it if her boyfriend wanted a woman like me instead of a stupid little girl! He thought I was way sexier, just like you Daddy!” Claire had listened to this silently, tears falling onto her cheeks as her sister’s monologue continued, and at the end she let out a sob and leapt off the couch and ran up the stairs, the sound of a door slamming followed soon after. Rachel watched her sister leave and laughed as she got up from my lap. She put her hands on her hips and smiled, “Sorry about that Daddy! I got us some beers too, now that I’ve got that little brat out..” I interrupted her gloating with a quick, firm slap to her face. Her surprised look was priceless, tears immediately filled her wide eyes, her mouth was agape, “Drew what are...” she began which I interrupted with another slap. “It’s Daddy tonight you little bitch, and you just lost any chance you had of talking yourself out of this!” I snarled, standing up and grabbing her teen body and sitting down on the couch. I pulled her down with me over my lap, and she was still too surprised or too small to put up much resistance against me. My left hand pressed against her back to keep her from trying to push herself up while my right swiftly slid her her shorts down to her knees, exposing her bare teen bottom. Rachel was breathing with deep gasps, her thighs were already wet with her juices, I smiled, knowing I’d been exactly right about how far this little teen whore would let me go. As she lightly, unconvincingly, struggled against my firm grip she managed to whimper, “Nooo… no Daddy please I’m sorry I forgot again... please don’t...” and it was then that I brought the palm of my hand firmly on to her soft cheek, the pale skin immediately blushing pink, her yowl of pain quickly becoming a gasp as I spanked her other cheek. “I can’t believe you did that to your sister!” I growled at her, “A big sister is supposed to look out for her little sister! You’re supposed to be taking care of her, making sure she feels good and safe, not being a greedy little whore and fucking her boyfriend and rubbing her nose in it!” I continued to lay into her ass, enjoying the feeling of my rough hand smacking against her soft flesh, her squeals of pain, and her increasingly incoherent pleading and sobbing. “Daaaaaady…!!””she wailed, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m such a slut daddy… I couldn’t help it pleeeeaaase…” I ignored her and continued holding her tightly down, slapping her ass over and over again, her cheeks now a deep red, her pussy peeking out between her thighs and seemed to be pouring out a stream of fluid, soaking my lap. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that Claire was standing at the top of the stairs, her face avidly focused on us, her mouth open. We made eye contact and she gave me a lusty, wolfish smile, and slowly lifted her skirt, exposing her bald little puss, and brought her other hand down and made a show of touching herself while she watched me abuse her big sister. Without taking my eyes off of the show Claire was putting on I said loudly, “You like that don’t you, you dirty little slut?” As Claire’s smile widened and she nodded her head emphatically, Rachel moaned into the couch, “Oh yes Daddy I like it when you hit me… I like it when you tell me I’ve been bad… please, please, please let me show you I’m good… I’ll do whatever you want… let me show you I’m sorry Daddy please…?” At this point the combination of watching Claire masturbate while I spanked her slutty teen sister had me almost ready to just blow in my pants, so when she started scooting herself backwards so that her face was over my lap, I allowed it, “Alright baby,” I told her as she started unzipping my pants, “Show Daddy you’ll be a good girl now.” As she finished undoing my pants my cock practically leapt out, it felt bigger and harder than it ever had before as she quickly wrapped her soft hand around the base and leaned down, running her tongue back and forth along the underside before taking my head into her mouth. I groaned at the sensation of her warm wet mouth sliding onto me and I grabbed her ass hard, my fingers reaching for her tight teen pussy, and finding it open and wet I immediately shoved two fingers deeply inside. She gasped around my hard-on as my fingers entered her, and then moaned deeply as the tight walls of her cunt spasmodically tightened, squeezing my fingers hard. I mercilessly fucked her pussy with my fingers as she continued to pant and gasp with my cock in her mouth, her juices getting all over my hand, my other hand gripped her hair tightly and forced her head farther down my cock, she gagged loudly as the head pushed into the tight constriction of her throat. I held her head there for a moment, watching Claire as she slid down onto the floor, frigging herself with increasing speed. I lifted Rachel’s head up and she took in a deep, gasping breath of air while I placed my slickened thumb over her asshole and slowly pressed it inside. Rachel immediately jerked as if electrocuted and gave a high, loud groan, her pussy and asshole squeezing my digits like a vice, her body shaking, “That’s right you naughty slut, all your holes are mine now.” I told her sternly. “Uh… uhhhh...” she grunted as pushed my thumb in past the blistering hot resistance of her asshole. I looked up and little Claire was now lying on her side at the top of the stair, watching us through half closed eyes, fingers buried under her skirt, body writhing, mouth gaping. “Uhhhhhh….. Daaaaaaadddyyyy…. Aaaahhhhh!!” Rachel moaned, and began frenziedly sucking on my cock again, the renewed stimulation (and the sight of her little sister’s ectasy) was enough to immediately put me over the edge, and I let out a long, loud groan as the first rope of cum shot deep into Rachel’s throat, as the muscles of her sphincter contracted brutally around my thumb with the strength of her own climax, as Claire shook and jerked on the carpet of the second floor, watching her big sister and I, her hot little cunt stretching around the fingers she’d shoved inside. And as my cum continued to fill Rachel’s throat, quickly overcoming her ability to swallow and leaking out the sides of her mouth, the three of us shared this moment that just seemed to stretch on in an endless wave of potent, blinding pleasure. I must have lost myself in the intensity of my orgasm, because the next thing I was conscious of was sitting there feeling extremely satisfied, Rachel smiling, eyes closed on my lap, my depleted cock resting on her cheek, cum drooling out of it onto her face, and Claire nowhere to be seen, the hallway upstairs empty. I smiled down at Rachel, “I can’t believe we didn’t even get to the fucking, baby. You’re such a sexy little thing.” Rachel beamed but kept her eyes closed, “Mmmmm… I can’’t believe you made me cum like that with just your fingers, Daddy! That felt crazy! I almost think I need a nap now.” “Well then I better get you into bed!” I said as I gently slid my arms beneath her and lifted her up easily – despite her ample breasts and plump ass she was still pretty small even for fifteen. Her eyes fluttered open with surprise, and then she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling me sleepily as I carried her up the stairs. She directed me toward her bedroom, right next to Claire’s (her door was shut and some music was playing softly inside) and across from her dad’s bedroom and the bathroom. I lay her down in her bed and pulled the covers up over her, and she looked up at me with a sleepy pout, “Don’t you want to snuggle me Daddy? My other daddy’s not going to be home for another couple hours, and maybe if we have a little nap I could wake you up like a good girl.” I leaned down and cupped her cheek, my thumb wandering over her moist lips. “Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse baby, but I’m gonna take a shower first, I’ll be in in a few minutes, okay?” She smiled and nestled her head into the pillow, “Okay Daddy… come back soon… I can’t believe you made me cum like that…” she mumbled, seeming to already be mostly asleep. I patted her head and stoop up, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and softly closing the door. When I turned around I was surprised to see Claire standing in the hallway, so short her head barely came above my waist, looking up at me with bright eyes. “She always falls asleep like that after sex, but I’d never seen her do it just from finger stuff!” she whispered, and gave me a coy smile as she added “I heard you say you were taking a shower, do you need help cleaning up Daddy?”
Title: 2 Smokin' Old Ladies Tags: Sex Joke Content: Two women, both in their late 60s and still smoking, are walking down a street when it begins to rain. The first old lady pulls out a condom and places it on the end of her cigarette. The other lady, not knowing about condoms asks," Whats that?" The other lady responds,"Its a condom, you can buy it in the store." As they pass a 7/11, they walk in and the lady without a condom asks the man behind the counter,"Do you have condoms here?" The man behind the counter asks,"What size do you need?" The woman pauses and looks at her cigarette. "Oh I dunno, one big enough to fit a Camel."
Title: 2 stories halloween parties Tags: True Story, Gay, Transvestite Introduction: dressing for halloween with my best buddy Content: *Halloween Party * My friend had a haloween party at his moms house in the finished basement, what was also his bedroom/livingroom etc etc.. I was dressed as a female devil. I had on a red wig, red lipstick and red eye shadow, a long red dress ( the kind you buy at a halloween shop in a package with other accessories) but I cut the red dress into a very short mini dress with a slit up the side and it was pretty tight. I also wore a pair of red tights(no underwear under them) and redfour inch high heels. My buddy was dressed as a Rock star , there was about 20 people at the party all drinking and having fun. I must of got felt up about 10 times that night all by guys who said they were only joking....yeah right!!! When the party was over and everyone left I stayed and help him clean up. when we were just about done I said i wanted to go upstairs and wash up. I removed my makeup and left just my dress, tights and heels on then went back downstairs to help finish up. Then He went up stairs to clean up( we were both pretty buzzed) he came back down wearing just a pair of shorts ....nothing else. I got hard looking at his nice chest and body( and it was quite obvious in my costume) Anyway we finished cleaning up then went to the bed and sat on it and had a few more beers. I told him his costume was HOT , But where was all the rock groupies?? He said the only groupie left is me,, I told him my feet were killing me from these shoes and would he mind if i took them off? He asked me if I wanted my feet rubbed, I said that would feel great. I got rock hard again as he rubbed my feet thru my tights and he knew it. He worked his hands up higher to my hard cock and rubbed it thru the tights, I thought i was gonna cum.. Then he tore a hole in the crotch and took my hard cock out and started to suck on it, I went for his shorts and had them off in no time. We layed on the bed in a 69 for what seemed like days. I came in his mouth and he was ready to cum also. Then i stopped I reached around and ripped the hole bigger in my tights and asked him If he would like to fuck this groupie??....he laid me on my back and crawled in between my legs and put my legs over his shoulders as he entered me, it felt awesome!!!!! as he was fucking me he was rubbing my tights up and down my legs, That made me SOOOOOO hard.I then felt him tense up and he shot a big warm load deep in my ass. I started to come also at the same time. It was sooooooo hot I loved the feeling. we washed up again then we went to bed me still in my cum drenched tights and him naked..All night long I felt his hard cock pressed up against my ass....and I loved it. The next morning he woke up to see me sucking his cock, then we 69'd again. I put my dress on ( thats all I had worn to the party) and we went up stairs, His mom made us breakfast. she made a comment about how "cute" I looked in tights. I blushed and thanked her. then he got dressed and we went back to my house to "watch a movie" He has agreed to dress up for me next time,And be my groupie. But thats another story....It happened 4 years ago but I still remember it like it was yesterday. * * Carribean Halloween *** My friend Dave and I were off to go Fishing in the caribbean. this was my 1st trip without my wife, and Dave and I have been friends since High School. Anyway we went fishing and drinking and all that good stuff. Then on Haloween night there were plenty of costume parties. I told Dave that I looked up some online and there was a local bar that looked like a good spot. I told him that I reserved 2 Doctor costumes before we left last week, so we had to go or loose the deposit. Now was my chance to do something I wanted to since High School--- suck Daves cock. I seen it in the shower plenty of times in the gym, and wanted it every time I saw it. Once we were settled into the hotel room, He went to the pool and I told him i was going to the store where I reserved the costumes. I had secretely packed 2 costumes before we left in my suitcase. ( with my wifes help-she knew about my plan. And as long as I wasnt down here fucking other girls, she was ok with me trying out my bi side with Dave) Only the costumes were nurse's costumes instead of doctors costumes!!!. When Dave came back to room he was all excited, He had seen posters and flyers talking about the "greatest and Biggest Halloweeen Party on the Island. When he saw my face he asked me whats the matter? I acted all pissed off and said the shop had given our costumes away and this was all they had left.I then showed him the two costumes. He said no way, But I convinced him to wear them, cause nobody we know will be here on a Island 2,000 miles away. He showered and came out in just a towel(mmmmmmmmm) and came over to the bed to look . I had 2 short white nurse dresses, wigs, makeup, Sheer SEAMLESS white pantyhose and white slip on shoes. He looked at me and shook his head, I said come on it will be fun.I said I watched my wife get dressed and told him I would help him. I took off my shorts and he removed his towel then we both slipped into the pantyhose. I got a HUGE erection as soon as I did, and he saw it and asked if i ever did this before. I said yes my wife dressed me up as a hooker last year, and I love the silky feel of the hose. He agreed it felt nice. now we both went to mirror to do the makeup and wigs. he was getting hard also. we then put dresses on and it was obvious about our hard ons. I said we have to get rid of them. So off comes the dress and i start rubbing my cock in just my hose. I see his cock getting harder from watching me, then he does the same. I reach over and start to rub his balls thru the nylon and he closes his eyes as he keeps stroking his cock and me on his balls. then i feel him twitch. so I pull his pantyhose down and grab his cock and put it in my mouth as he cums.. He looks wide eyed at me as i am sucking and swallowing his cock. He asked me if i ever did that before. I said no but thought about it. he said it felt really good and he liked it. I said maybe later we can do it again. He watched me jerk off I came in 1 minute as i was touching his hosed cock. we got dressed and headed to the party. SO once we were dressed we called a cab( all islands have over used cab service) when we got there the place was pretty crowded, we went to the bar and sat on a couple of stools. Within minutes a couple guys came over and asked us to dance. I jokingly said "only if you buy us a shot and beers" they said OK. Dave looked at me funny, I told him to just have fun and besides its was pretty dark on the Dance floor so he agreed ( we also made a pact that whatever happens on this trip is kept just between us). I was jelous that the priest who was dancing with Dave was feeling him up all thru the dance, as was I by the baseball player who was dancing with me. We danced quite a few dances tht night and got pretty buzzed from the free shots and beers.It was mostly harmless fun and groping. It was about 3:00am and we were waiting out front for a cab, when a car pulled up with a young guy about 22 or so( he was dressed as a Indian) asked us if we needed a ride, we took it back to the hotel. Once we got there we thanked him and asked if he wanted to come up to the room for a beer. Once we got into the room Dave and I flicked off our shoes and got him a beer. He was in a small leather/cloth bottom and he had leather strings around his arms and a indian headband on. He had long brown hair and a super tight, toned and tan body. we were all drinking having a good time, then he pulled out a joint. I told Dave to stand up I wanted to take off our dresses cause they were rentals(not true) and I didn't want to bring them back smelling like pot. So the two of us were standing there in just our white seamless pantyhose, and he came over and handed us the J. with the three of us standing face to face we passed it around. I made the 1st move and started massaging Daves cock, the indian smiled as he watched us. Then i had one hand on the indians ass and one hand on daves ass. Within minutes all three of us are feeling each other all over. I untie Tommy's (the indians name) costume and his sheath falls to the ground and exposes a beautiful tanned long hard cock.It was skinny and rock hard. I laid Dave back on the bed and i climbed in between his legs and lick his hard cock thru his hose, as im doing this i wiggle my ass in the air in front of Tommy. He comes up behind me grabs my hips and pushes his cock in between my ass cheeks and humps me against my pantyhosed ass.Then i feel him rip a hole in my hose< i reach into the bedstand and pull out some KY and hand it to him, he smiles. The felling was sooo awesome as he entered me while i sucked Dave off . Dave came, then opened his eyes and realized that Tommy was fucking me. He got up and crawled under me and we 69'd as I got fucked I think Tommy and I came together. Dave asked me how it felt and i told him incredible.We all washed up, then went back to the bed, this time Tommy laid down as Dave and I gave him a tongue bath all over.I asked dave if he wanted to try it, he turned red and nodded. I had Dave and Tommy both get on all fours on the end of the bed with thier ass's in the air. I lubed thier ass's heavly with Ky and fingered thier holes. They both got hard immediatly. and started to play with each other. I plunged my cock into Daves ass first, he moaned real loud. It felt so tight, everything i dreamed about for over 10 years!!. I fucked him good while i was fingering Tommys ass. I then switched to Tommys ass and fucked that hot tan ass while finfering Daves ass. going back and fourth. I was about to explode now I was thinking do I want to fill Tommys hot young tan ass or Fill Daves?? I took Daves= a fantasy come true. We fucked and sucked all night long. Tommy left then Dave and I continued the next 2 days having our own fun.I mentioned to Dave that I might be able to talk Brandy(my wife) into joining us one time( she already agreed to it if i could pull it off, she is dying to have stud Dave fuck her hard as I watch ). He said Kool, but she would never go for it, she is too straight!....If he only knew....LOL
Title: ( 2 )The fun gets better Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Fisting, Group Sex, Incest Introduction: We introduced the kids to our friends Content: Since we had all been fucking as one big happy family, the kids and Sue were closer than ever, last Saturday night we had invited Frank and Dave around to join us in some family fucking, both guys more than happy to fuck my daughter and son. At first Kim and Stu knew nothing of the guys turning up, but when we started to play I told them that some friends were going to join in, if they wanted, we could all have some fun together. The kids were keen to try more guys especially Kim who wanted to feel different cocks in her pussy or arse, Stu was also up for fun, so Saturday night we began playing, a short while later the guys turned up, upon seeing Kim's great body, both guys soon got a hard on and made straight for her, I watched as she took them on, both wanting to fuck her first, but Frank's big cock won out as Kim sat down on it, plunging it right in first go, Dave took her mouth, while Stu and I made sure Sue was happy with 2 cocks in her, he took her butt while I fucked her pussy. It didn't take long, before both wanted more, Kim now laying on Dave's cock while Frank wet his up to slide in her butt, he eased his 9 inch cock in, Kim's eyes told us all she was more than happy with her choice, as she screamed out a good orgasm, then with ever increasing speed the guys gave her a long hard fuck, before exploding deep inside her body with hot sticky cum, no sooner had they finished cuming, then Kim turned sucking them both dry, Stu made tracks for her butt and stuck his cock in deep. soon refilling her with his cum. The night carried on, all of us took turns fucking and fisting one another, the kids seemed to love having more than one cock to play with. Tired and totally dry of cum the guys left around 1 am, asking when the next meet was. So now after two weeks both were kinkier than ever, and I set up a group bi fuck for us all this weekend. Saturday afternoon I told Stuart and Kim to make sure both were ready for a long night, I had set up a douche in each of their onsuites now, and Sue and I got ourselfs ready too. Around 7pm, we started to play, Sue was taking Stu's cock in her butt, whilst I fucked Kim's arse, the guys I knew started to arrive quitely and stripped naked before coming into our games room, which we had now converted to a play fuck room, Whilst I was still balls deep in Kim's arse, Frank was first to push his cock in her mouth, she smiled having met him last week, then as more guys arrived, her body was used by all, Sue also getting her share of attention. I had invited some 12 or more guys, all knowing that when we have a open group fuck, if they know some one who would be keen to play, and is the kind of guy we like, that they can bring them along, some times 12 turns into 20, and tonight looked like it was going to be a big night too, as I had told them about Kim and Stu being involved as well. I let some of the guys take over, Kim's pussy and butt were filled by cocks as she sucked hard on a third. Stu now on his knees, was being fucked hard by Frank, as Dave took Sue's arse for a ride, I took on a couple of cocks and sat down over them, feeling both go deep as my arse opened fully. The night went well, all the guys fucked Kim, in all her holes, she had so much cum running out, several times I got her to sit over my mouth so I could eat it, and I saw her do the same with Sue, as Sue also did to her, Stuart was going well to, even getting 2 cocks in his butt and feeling them both cum at the same time. I was now sitting on Kim's fist as I watched her take a good fucking, her fingers got me to orgasm well, my cock jerked as I shot my cum over her face and into her mouth, several guys took to her licking it off, as she licked her lips happily. I waited till Kim wasn't to busy, then took her over to the bench, pushing the huge 12 inch dildo fully in her cum soaked butt got the right results, as she shot into a constant orgasm. I worked her hard, then slid the 9 inch vibe in her pussy, it was so tight, but she took them both, guys watched as my assault on Kim gained speed, her mouth now full of cock and cum, stopped her screaming, as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Some 20 minutes later I let her up, she was picked up and impaled on 2 good cocks, both went in her butt, a third now trying to fuck her pussy, went in a bit; but not all the way, so I moved him away and took over, I rammed my cock home, her pussy so tight with the pressure of the 2 cocks in her butt felt great, her eyes rolled as she smiled at me. With some effort we fucked her hard, all three cocks pushed her to the limits, as she had orgasm after orgasm, finishing with all of us blowing our loads in her. My daughter was now a well seasoned cum slut, as the guys used her any way they wanted, she never backed away from trying some thing new, Stu also was well on his way to having most of the guys fuck his arse too, now Sue was ramming our big dildo up his arse, causing the nights cum to be pushed out. As a closing performance for the guys, we got both girls in a 69, with Stu fucking his mum, and me fucking my daughter, all four of us, had been well and trully fucked, covered and full of cum, we finished with a bang, as the last of my cum shot into Kim's butt and Stu unloaded into Sue. We told all the guys, to look forward to more fun in the weeks to come.
Title: 2 The Van sister and friends Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, First Time, Male / Females, Mind Control, Slavery 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: Mindy got out and ran over to the door, then went inside for a minute or two. When she reappeared, she not only had Rebecca with her, but the girl's raven haired mother as well. Brian got up and opened the sliding door on the side for them, and all they climbed in. Mindy got in the front passenger seat. “I'm not going to let my daughter ride off in a strange van without me.” she said outside the door, but when she got in, she fell silent. Brian closed the door and looked at the two brunettes in front of him. Mrs. Bailey sat in the Captain's seat, and Rebecca took a seat on the bed. Brian went back to the driver's seat, but didn't start it up. He turned and looked into the back again. “Where is your husband, Mrs. Bailey?” he asked. “What time is he expected back here?” “Joshua is at a business conference all this week and weekend, sir.” she said. “He isn't expected to call until tonight, at six pm.” “Let's all go back into your house, Mrs Bailey.” he said, and they followed him back inside. He gathered them in the living room and had Mrs. Bailey and her daughter sit on the couch, while his sister Mindy was seated on an ottoman off to the side. Brian pulled the coffee table out and stood in front of the couch. “Mrs. Bailey, have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked bluntly. She blanched and shook her head. “No sir.” she replied. “How about you, Rebecca, have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. Another negative. He sighed. “Well, let's stick to the original plan, anyway.” He moved right in front of Rebecca and looked down at her. She looked back up at him, patiently awaiting. “Good morning Rebecca.” he said. “You look very pretty today.” “Thank you, sir.” she smiled. “Stand up and take all your clothes off, Rebecca. You'll need to be naked for this next part.” “Yes sir.” she said obediently, but she was blushing as she stood, and he could plainly see her embarrassment and shame as she began unbuttoning her printed blouse. Her mother had an equally stricken look, but she just had her hands clenched together in her lap and gritted her teeth. Brian glanced at his sister, and she looked interested, but also slightly repulsed. “Every here is having a good time.” he told them. “Everyone in here wants to have fun with the things I have them do and see. Today, it's okay to have fun with all your feelings, and tomorrow, you'll remember this day with fondness. You may even want to repeat some of the things that are going to happen here today in the tomorrows to come.” By the time he was done talking, Rebecca had finished disrobing, and was now starting to flaunt her self a little. She was still shy and hesitant, with no self confidence to exude the sexuality she was going for. There was no T.V. In the house, and she hadn't been allowed over any friend's houses to watch theirs, either. She'd been raised in a very strict church going environment, and had very little idea of what sexy was like. Her mother was smiling, amused by her daughter's attempts. She had only a little more experience, having gone to college for a year before marrying. She had even gone to a bar for a drink once, but she'd be mortified if her husband or anyone from her church ever found out. “Pay attention to what Rebecca does Mindy.” he told his sister. “I expect you to do this perfectly your first time.” “Yes sir.” Mindy said, looking at her best friend attentively. Brian had gently pushed Rebecca's shoulders down and made her kneel before him. She was looking up at him nervously, afraid to even glance at his groin. She might not know anything, but she wasn't stupid. All Brian had on were his sleeping clothes, boxers and a loose T-shirt. He smiled down at the nervous girl. “This is going to be so much fun for you.” he told her, and the nervousness faded to a look of eagerness. Her eyes fixed steadily on his groin, now. “Please me with your mouth and hands.” he told her, leaving it totally open to her interpretation of what to do as he stepped forward right in front of her. Rebecca reached up and pulled his boxers down to his knees and let them drop to the floor. Brian stepped out of them as the girl took his drooping penis in her hand, gently lifting it so she could get a better look at it. “Talk to Mindy about it, Rebecca.” he said. “Tell her everything your feeling and doing, and teach her how to please me.” “Mindy, this is so cool!” Rebecca said breathlessly. “I can feel it getting harder in my hand.” Brian pumped his hips slightly, moving his stiffening cock through her fingers as she grasped him lightly. Instinctively, she tightened her grip and began moving her hand back and forth, stroking him to full hardness. “I'm going to lick it now, Mindy, then I'm going to put it in my mouth and suck on it.” Rebecca whispered. “This is the most exciting thing I've ever done! I don't want to... but I do want to, too.” Her head bent forward a little, and her pink tongue came out and licked up the underside of the big red helmet at the tip, scooping up the little dribble of moisture at the tip. “Ohh, Mindy, it's salty and hot and sweet!” she said. “It makes me want more of it! A lot more!” She bent forward a lot more eagerly and took the head in her lips, sucking on it as he pushed more of it into her mouth. It went in about halfway, then she choked a little and drew back, looking up at him. “It started going into my throat, sir.” she said, gasping. “Just do as much as you can without choking.” he said. “Just don't stop again until I've finished.” “Yes sir.” she smiled, then took him in her mouth again. “Are you paying attention, Mindy?” he asked, looking over at his sister. “I expect perfection from you, when it's your turn.” “Yes sir.” Mindy said, her eyes glued to the sight of her best friend getting to be naked on her knees and sucking. She couldn't wait for her turn, and she especially didn't want to disappoint her brother. Who knows what could happen anymore. Rebecca was doing a fine job, especially after he moved her hand away and got her using just her mouth. He looked at her mother, sitting on the couch behind and beside her daughter. “Mrs. Bailey, please kneel beside your daughter, and fondle her breasts. Pay close attention to her nipples, and get her as excited as you can. Get Rebecca horny, Mrs. Bailey.” “Yes sir.” she said, then went to her knees behind her daughter. She reached up with both hands and took her breasts in both hands, which were just filled by the firm b-cups. Rebecca inhaled a big breath through her nostrils as her mother pinched both nipples at the same time, so Brian pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and let her breathe. “You can stop for a minute and enjoy what your mother is doing.” he told her. “Spread your knees apart a little wider, so your mother can get right up behind you... Yes, very good, both of you.” He looked over at his sister again. “I want you to learn this too, Mindy.” he said softly. “Okay, Mrs. Bailey, now slide both hands down between your daughter's legs. One hand down her front, one hand down her back.” Brian said. “Take the moisture from her front, and get her back nice and slippery, so you can get your middle finger into it. “Rebecca, tell Mindy everything you feel.” Brian said. “Mindy, oh, Mindy, she's rubbing me, all her fingers together and ribbing over my... my pussy.” Rebecca said. Her eyes widened. “Now she's touching my butt!” She let out a long, low moan. “Mindy, this feels so good! I've never felt this good before! I didn't even know that I could feel this good before!” Rebecca sighed a long moan and leaned back into the woman who was giving her so much pleasure. “Is your middle finger in her asshole, Mrs. Bailey?” Brian asked crudely. “Yes sir.” came the terse reply. “Good, now take your other middle finger, and insert it gently into her pussy. I believe she's still a virgin, correct?” “Yes sir.” Again spoken through gritted teeth. Brian could almost hear some resentment in her tone. “Yes, well, gently, then, work your finger deeper and deeper into her and remove her hymen as enjoyably for her as you can.” Brian said. “It's in the way for this next part.” “Yes sir.” Mrs. Bailey said, now her voice breaking with anguish. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, but her daughter wasn't so dismayed. “Do it, Mother, I need something inside me.” Rebecca panted. “I'm almost... but I need... I feel empty, and I need to be filled!” “This was for your husband.” Mrs Bailey said, slipping her middle finger into her daughter. She did it slowly, a little at a time, and felt the membrane part. “It's done, sir.” she said quietly, a moment later. “Very good.” Brain smiled. “Now, insert your middle finger to the second knuckle, and curl it forward, like you were going to pick her up. Rebecca's eyes got really wide and her back stiffened as she tried to get away from the invading digit. Even her mother's finger in her butt felt better after that. “You found it.” Brian laughed. “Feel that little patch of roughness? Take your finger out of her, but remember that spot. Just keep rubbing the outside of her pussy, and keep working your finger in her asshole. Give her an orgasm like that.” As Mrs. Bailey began following his orders, he brushed his cock against Rebecca's lips again, and she opened her mouth for him with a smile. Mindy noted that Rebecca didn't hate what what happening to her; quite the opposite. She saw the look on her friend's face as her brother got his cock sucked again; Rebecca truly liked doing it. Mindy was sure she was going to like doing it herself. Rebecca was getting close to cumming, due to her mother's ministrations, so Brian pulled out again. He watched the girls face a long moment, then had her mother put a finger back inside again. “Touch that spot, four times, hard, in time with her heartbeats, Mrs. Bailey.” Brian said strongly. Mrs. Bailey did just as he said, and she could barely hold on to her daughter as she went into orgasmic convulsions. “Just hold her, and let her come back into her body, Mrs. Bailey.” Brian said, seeing the concern on the woman's face. “She's fine. Better than ever, in fact. Look into her her eyes and tell me if it isn't true.” Mrs. Bailey turned her daughter's head, and as their eyes met, their faces just naturally moved closer and closer until their lips met in a kiss. A kiss that was not without passion, Mindy saw. After sharing an experience like that, kissing brought closure to the act. Brian let them share the tender moment, and Rebecca turned back to face his cock with an open mouth and a great look of anticipation in her eyes. “Just stay there, and keep your mouth open, Rebecca.” he told her, stroking his cock inches away from her nose. “Mrs. Bailey, put your hands on her head and keep it there. If one drop goes anywhere but into her mouth, you're the one who gets punished.” “Yes sir.” replied Mrs. Bailey, and put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, holding her steady. Brian's hand was moving faster and faster, and suddenly spurted a strong rope of creamy white come right into Rebecca's waiting mouth. It startled all three women in the room, who gave a gasp. Rebecca flinched and turned her face away, so that the next burst went into her hair and in her ear. “Goddamn it FUCK!” he roared. He grabbed Mrs. Bailey by the hair on top of her head and dragged forward, shoving his cock against the startled woman's mouth. “Swallow it, bitch, if you know what's good for you.” It spurted again, coating her clenched teeth, and she tried to turn her head away, sobbing, but Brian mercilessly held her right there. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch.” he said menacingly, so she reluctantly let him in, crying and sobbing. He felt one last shot dribble out. “If you don't swallow my come, your punishment will be twice as bad.” he said, pulling out. “Your choice.” She spat it onto the floor and looked at him defiantly. “Okay, very good, come with me, Mrs. Bailey.” he laughed, getting to his feet. He put his boxers back on and she sat back on the couch, her arms folded. “Come with me, I said.” he said firmly, taking the woman's arm and pulling her to her feet. “Let's go.”
Title: 2 times with 2 sisters Tags: Fiction, Hardcore, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Females, Young Introduction: none Content: Hey, my name is Cooper and these are accounts from my teenage years growing up with my two sisters Casey and Brooke. At the time of this lust-filled incident I was 14, going into my freshmen year in high school. Casey had just turned 11 and was going to be in the 6th grade. My oldest sister Broke was 16 and a year ahead of me. At 15 I started to mature. I had brown hair with blue eyes at the time and was pretty athletic. I wasn’t a slouch with the ladies either. Brooke was a gorgeous blonde. She was about 5'10, had green eyes, a 32 c cup and a fantastic ass. Casey had brown hair and brown eyes. She was starting to mature physically. She already had an ass like her sisters and an extremely pretty face. My friends always wanted to stay at my house because of my two gorgeous sisters, and I always took a lot of shit from them. Every time one of my buddies would look at them lustfully I would start to turn green and become really jealous. Up until this time in my life I hadn’t ever really thought about either of my sisters in a sexual way, but lately I constantly jerked off to one of them. It was a big turn on for me. One afternoon I returned from my summer league lacrosse camp and no one was home. I hadn’t been with a girl for a week or two and needed to release some pressure. I went into Brooke’s room and took some pictures of her and her friends in their underwear and a pair of her panties with me into the bathroom. I commenced my routine and really started going at it. I was about to explode when Brooke walked in (as it turns out I didn’t lock the door). She saw me sitting there with my dick in one hand and pictures of her in the other. She didn’t scream like I expected her too. She just stood there, then turned around and walked down the hall to her room. I didn’t finish the job and left the bathroom in a hurry and went into my room where I could think about what happened. I was scared that she would tell mom and dad so I decided the best thing I could do was just give her stuff back and apologize in the morning. I crawled into bed and watched TV. I fell asleep and then awoke to the feeling of hot breath on my thigh. I really wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not. If it was I didn’t want to wake up because the kissing planted on my legs were getting closer and closer to my now engorged member. I heard a voice say in my ear "Coop at first when I saw you tonight with all my personal stuff I was pissed, but then I thought about it and I became really wet." I was flabbergasted and had no idea what to say or do. I just laid there and stuttered. Brooke then proceeded to kiss me passionately on the lips and started to lick my neck. I was becoming more comfortable with the situation so I finally spoke, "You know Brooke I've wanted to do this for the longest time." She smiled and sweetly said, "Me too. I've fingered myself god knows how many times thinking about you." While we talked, my hand found her breasts and was rubbing her right nipple. She let out a slight moan. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing any panties and the wetness from her cunt was all along my leg from where she had been rubbing it trying to get herself off. I reached down with my hand and placed it on her bush. I didn’t want to touch her clit because I could tell if I had she would have cum. Her breathing became heavier and she moaned every time I teased her. By now she had her hand fully gripping my cock and was thrusting it up and down. That wasn’t enough for me. I had to be in her, but I knew she wasn’t ready yet. I asked her forcefully, "Let me eat you out baby." She sighed and said, "Ok." I got down between her supple legs and I could smell her sweet aroma. I leaned in with my tongue and started to lather her juicy cunt. Her moans transformed into screams of ecstasy. "Yes, yes, lick my cunny. Come on coop. Lick me!" I was now playing with her clit and biting it and I could tell she was about to climax when I stopped. She just looked at me and said, "Fine if your not going to eat me, then fuck my brains out baby!" This is what I had been waiting to her to say, and without hesitation I pulled her hips up to mine and started to rub the tip of my cock against her pussy. She was screaming at me to put it in so finally jammed it in as hard as I could. I was in my big sister. She screamed in pleasure as we rocked back and forth. "Ugh, ugh ugh!" was all the sound I could make as I could feel my balls tighten. I told her I was about to cum. Brooke screamed, "Take it out and cum on my tits!" With that I let loose a torrent of jizz on my big sisters tits, covering them and her face. She then screamed and climaxed as she felt my hot spunk all over her. About this time I realized that out little sister Casey had been standing at the door watching us the whole time pleasuring herself. “Here we go again!”
Title: 3-way Surprise Tags: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome Introduction: A man is awaken with a great surprise. Content: I’d already been in bed for a couple of hours when the sheets shuffled and the mattress moved a bit. I woke enough to scoot over and make some room when I felt her hair fall on my bare shoulder and her breath come close to my ear. She nuzzled into my neck as she moved into the bed behind me. Her soft, warm hand started on my shoulder and caressed a winding path along my arm, around my chest and across my stomach. There was no doubt she wanted to start something, and even less doubt that I would gladly oblige. As I rolled my body towards her I could feel that she’d entered the bed naked – very unusual as she typically enjoyed having me peel her clothes off during foreplay. I turned to kiss her and she opened her mouth for me as if we hadn’t kissed in years. Her tongue was hot and ferocious as she sucked a huge kiss right out of me. Marie stayed up with her longtime friend, drinking wine and making girl talk in our living room. I’d gone off to bed early – tired from working out in the yard most of the day and not terribly interested in their chatter. After I first settled in I could still hear them jabbering away about everything and nothing, but they hadn’t seen each other in a few months, so it was no surprise. I smiled as I drifted into a light sleep – glad that she’s got such a friend. Maybe it was the wine, but she hadn’t acted this lusty in a long time, and it was giving me the kind of hard-on that the Viagra folks only hope to achieve. I turned my body all the way towards her as she lifted her face up and away from mine and rubbed her gorgeous tits up to my mouth. I engulfed a stiff nipple and inspired a soft groan from her. Her fingers pressed into the back of my head and pushed my face onto her. My tongue and lips coated her skin with slickness and the soft pop of sucking and releasing her nipple was punctuated with more moans. My hand reached up to grasp the breast my mouth was ignoring. The flesh was so warm and her nipple so hard it felt as if it might be painful for her – but I knew she liked me to be rough with her tits. I grasp as much flesh as I could in one handful, pinching the nipple between my fingers as I sucked even harder. She pulled my hair trying to force my face onto her even more. Her name was Dayna, and they’d been friends since elementary school. She was there for Dayna when she went through her divorce, and Dayna was there for her while I was called to serve overseas. They were as close as friends get – unconditional in their support for one another, but remarkably candid always. It was a friendship to envy. The raging erection that was stuck in my twisted boxers needed to be released, and I tried to use my free hand to pull the waistband aside. Marie was having none of it, as she slid her leg over my stomach, moving her chest so that the dry boob could get some mouth action. I cupped both and began to kiss and suck noisily. The moisture on her made pinching and rubbing her all the more erotic – obviously she was enjoying herself as I could feel her sexual heat hovering just over my stomach. My cock flexed uncontrollably, I was aching to penetrate her and fuck her in a primal way. I didn’t quite realize how she was managing it at the time, but I could feel her fingers grasping my shorts and pulling them away. I was so glad to be naked, it just didn’t register. “Wanna do something crazy?” she asked me in a low, husky voice. “Yes,” I said while rolling her nipple over with my tongue “please.” As I felt my cock being engulfed by fingers, it was clear there was no way these could be her hands . . . and there was only one other female in the house! There was no light in the room at all, so I could not see exactly what was going on, but I could sense that Marie’s hands were on the bed up near my face and that Dayna had both of her hands on my cock. Friends, indeed! Dayna was divorced a few years ago, and was raising two daughters on her own. She’d had her share of dates, including a couple of fellas that she had been semi-serious with. I’d overheard bits and pieces of their conversation indicating that she was in a serious drought when it came to men and thought nothing of it. I guess while I was dozing they’d hatched a plan to help her out. The sensation of Dayna’s hands rubbing up and down my cock while a slippery pair of breasts were being fed to me was out of this world. I must have made an involuntary noise of some sort because the ladies both giggled. I reached up and rubbed Marie’s ass, my mind spinning at the thought of this actually happening. When Dayna slowed her strokes and rubbed little circles around the head of my dick with her thumbs I arched my hips up a bit, pressing my stomach right into the wet pussy lips straddled over me. Obviously this was all OK – Marie was breathing heavy, her slit was dripping wet and I was being held in place. No complaints here. Soon Dayna’s tits were sliding up my thighs as she positioned her mouth over the tip of my twitching cock. I felt her hot breath on me before her lips landed around the head, making me growl into the breast flesh I was still sucking. How in the hell was I going to fuck the both of them? The tongue across the bottom of my shaft was dripping wet – and Dayna was making the same kind of slurping noises I was making as her mouth engulfed me. She tilted her head forward and bobbed up and down – running the head of my dick across the roof of her mouth as she moved. I felt Dayna shuffle her hand, rolling it up across my belly, her knuckles down. Dayna was rubbing her fingers into Marie’s moist slit - her best friend - right on top of me! The grinding that began made it almost impossible to keep a grasp on the wet tits I had in my mouth, so I leaned back and cupped them in my hands. Marie leaned back as well, reaching behind her to grip Dayna’s wrist as Dayna pushed her fingers across those slick pussy lips. Marie’s eyes were rolled back in her head and her thighs began to tremble in rhythm to Dayna’s massage. “Ooohhh godddd, Oooooooohhhh GODDDDDD, yeah yeah goddamn,” Marie moaned as the first wave of an orgasm began to climb. She gripped my ribs with her knees and pushed her hips back onto Dayna’s hand while I pinched and twisted her nipples harder and harder. Dayna’s mouth was off my cock while she watched the pussy she manipulated begin to convulse. “Oh god, god, godddddd, I’m gonna cum!” I couldn’t see what she was doing, but it felt like she was finger-fucking Marie’s pussy - fast and hard. I could feel Dayna’s hand bounce off of my body with each thrust and Marie laid on top of me, pressing her chest onto mine, lifting her pussy into the air while squeezing her feet, thighs, knees and arms around me as she came hard. Fucking sexy as hell. Dayna slowed her hand and let it slide away and back onto my cock. Now her hand was wet with Marie’s cum and it only took a half dozen strokes, along with her mouth sucking the tip, for me to be ready to pop. Marie could sense I was getting close and she turned to look back as Dayna moved her mouth and hand in one slimy, sexy motion over my pulsing rod. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah – oh fuck yeah,” I grunted “I’m cumming!” My announcement caused Dayna to slide her mouth as far onto my dick as she could, cupping my balls as they tightened up. A couple more deep grunts and I launched several wads of jizz into her throat. I closed my eyes so hard as I came that I saw stars. Some of my cum slid back down out of her mouth and onto her hand and lips, as well as my cock and belly. Dayna gathered some into her fingers and kept stroking me while she licked and sucked up the loose puddles of sperm. She put her mouth around me again as I began to soften and sucked lightly again, coaxing all of it from me. I was still breathing deeply and trying to shake the stars out of my vision when Marie slid off of me and said, “Our guest is doing all the work – we’re not being very good hosts.” She leaned over to Dayna, and the two of them started kissing. Long, slow, deep kissing. Their hands were laying across each other’s hips and shoulders as their mouths seem to melt together. I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time they’d ever kissed one another. I raised myself up on one elbow and scooted aside as they laid down and continued their exquisite mouth dance. What a wonderful front-row seat I had – inches away as two gorgeous women lost themselves in intimate passion. Marie was on the other side of, but kind of on top as Dayna lay on her back, and I got my first real look at Dayna’s naked body. Her chest was wonderfully plump and round – spectacular natural breasts topped with very small, fairly dark nipples – the contrast to Marie’s larger, paler nipples and medium sized tits was very erotic. Seeing them one on top of the other was fantastic. I could not be just a spectator any longer and I moved my hand across Marie’s back, along her side and onto Dayna’s boob – letting my palm drift over her skin lightly. My fingers pressed along the outlines of her roundness and ended up with fingertips rubbing Dayna’s nipple slowly. I rolled towards the two of them – they were still lost in a fog of intense kissing - and slid my hand down along Dayna’s side, her hip, the top of her thigh. She raised her knee up and towards me, parting her legs and exposing her snatch to my hand. I let my fingers continue to wander over her thigh, her belly, lightly brushing her completely bald kitty. I rubbed my palm along her inner thigh, down to her ass and grabbed her cheek firmly. As I released her ass, I kept my thumb in contact with her skin – sliding it onto her pussy lips as my fingers brushed her thigh. My thumb began to circle, moving her plump outer lips with it. I parted her and let just the tip slide along the open slit from top to bottom, then back up again. Her moisture was so warm and thick I began to imagine what it would feel like on my tongue. I moved my fingers onto her instead of my thumb and she shifted her hips to make her pussy even more wide open to my touch. My erection was returning quickly as I massaged her whole pussy. I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked my fingers, she opened her eyes long enough to watch me soak them in saliva and move them back towards her. As soon as my hand touched her I pointed 3 fingers and slid them into her slowly but firmly. What wonderful tightness! She gasped for a moment – causing the kissing to pause – and I moved my body so I could see my hand on her and my fingers inside of her. After pumping into her a few times, I slip my fingers out and rubbed the slickness all over her pussy – getting even more horny as it dripped down towards her ass. I moved my shoulder under her knee and rolled until my face was directly in front of her shiny sex. Lifting my other hand to my mouth, I licked those fingers as well while continuing to rub and press into her. With both hands wet, I slid both index fingers into her and back out again – spreading her apart as I pulled. After several strokes with just two fingers I added two more, spreading her even wider. She lifted her other knee up and out as she placed the soles of her feet on my shoulders. I thrust my four fingers into her again and again, pulling her open wide each time I exited that supple hole. Her ass cheeks, slightly lifted off the bed, began to clench a little with each movement. “Suck it, please, suck my pussy, please” she said forcefully, in between kisses and thrusts. There was no way I could resist her demand. I held her wide, I opened my mouth and tried to engulf as much of her electric pussy into my mouth as I could. “Aaaahhhyyy!” she yelped as my lips pressed onto her fiery skin. Marie broke away long enough to say, “make her cum hard – make her cum hard, baby.” As if I wasn’t motivated enough, hearing that sent a lightning bolt across my loins. I released Dayna’s pussy lips and slid my hands down below her ass cheeks – lifting her to my mouth, I ate her cunt like a starving man. My tongue thrust into her hot hole and flicked across her clit as I pulled it out. My lips pinched her lips together and I sucked them into my mouth. I coated her entire pussy from top to bottom lavishly, using my tongue like a huge paint brush. My hands, gripping her great ass, were still wonderfully slippery and I could feel that one of my thumbs was only a half-inch from her puckering ass. I let it slide to the entrance and pressed on her butthole like one might ring a doorbell. The tip slid in pretty quickly, and Dayna was making all kinds of wonderful noises which I could only hear as muffled cries - her thighs covering my ears. I poked my thumb in and out of her ass and resumed a steady, quickening rhythm of tonguing her pussy. Her orgasm arrived loudly and energetically. Her butt gripped my thumb in rapid pulses for a few moments and Dayna slapped her own thigh as her pussy convulsed into my eager mouth. “OOHHH fuck my pussy, I need you in me now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I looked at Marie as if to ask permission and she said, “I know you want to.” We looked at each other for another moment, Dayna still bubbling beneath us in ecstacy and Marie said, “Go ahead,” kissing me deeply while tasting the luscious juices of her friend. I was up on my knees with my cock tip at the entrance of Dayna’s hot little slit quickly. I grabbed both of her ankles, lifted her feet up and out, and shoved my meat into her until there was no daylight between us. I rocked onto her for a few moments, trying to shove myself even more deeply into her. Then I turned into a fuck animal. Letting go of her legs and letting them fall to my sides I put my hands on either side of her hips and pumped myself into her as hard and fast as I could. I was pounding her pussy with a loud slapping sound when Marie climbed onto Dayna, facing me. She wiggled her ass towards Dayna’s face, muffling the loud “Ahhyye!” Dayna was yelling with each thrust. I could see it on Marie’s face when her pussy fell onto Dayna’s mouth, and Marie kissed me again. After only a couple of moments, Marie said, “Tastes so good, I want some.” She swung her leg off of Dayna and put her hand on my chest – stopping me and lightly shoving me away from the fucking I was doing. Despite her earlier permission, it was clear to me now that she didn’t want me putting my cock in someone else’s snatch. Marie moved her body in between Dayna’s legs and began to lick that freshly fucked pussy. I stood at the end of the bed, temporarily stunned – just me and my raging, soaking wet hard-on, bobbing uncontrollably. Marie snapped me out of it. “What the hell are you waiting for,” she looked back and asked, while gyrating her bare ass in the air. Sometimes I need help with my focus. I knelt on the floor in front of the most gorgeous pussy in the world and worshipped it. I worshipped it with my mouth and my hands – pressing my nose onto Marie’s cute, tight asshole while I lapped at her slit feverishly. There’s a certain way she likes me to rub her pussy while I use my tongue - two fingers on either side, rubbing up and down her lips while the tongue presses hard against the bottom of her slit, occasionally slipping in and out of her. This method is guaranteed to make her cum – and I wanted to do anything I could to make sure the friend-fucking I had just been doing wouldn’t be held against me. Marie’s orgasm was so intense that she jerked forward, with her cheeks clenched together incredibly hard while her body jerked and twisted. She groaned deeply into Dayna’s pussy, the vibrations of which set Dayna off on an orgasm of her own. “AAAAAaaaaayyyyy, oooooohhhhhhhh!” Dayna shrieked, her head tilted so far back it looked like it might come right off of her neck. All of this was too much for me, and I was not done fucking yet. So as Marie’s ass was still seizing in fits in front of me, I gathered some spit on my hand, slathered it in between her cheeks and scooted on top of her sweaty body. No matter how tightly clenched she was, there was no way my veined rod was not going to penetrate her pussy. I propped myself over her and fucked her so hard it seemed to move the whole room. Dayna’s tits bounced and swayed. Marie’s ass cheeks jiggled as my hips slapped against them over and over. Marie tried to raise her hips to meet my thrusts, but I was putting my whole weight behind each one – wanting to fuck so hard, and cum so hard, that I might make myself pass out. Dayna slid herself out from under Marie’s face and laid to one side. Marie was too busy trying to keep her breath to be licking any pussy anyway. I could feel the cum broiling up in me. I could feel myself grunting a primal grunt – almost a non-human sound. My scrotum jumped and squeezed the splooge into Marie’s pussy. I continued to pump into her as I came, enjoying the even wetter sounds of the cum slipping out of her, across her ass, in between her legs. Eventually I stopped thrusting and rolled off, aware of more stars and the huge headache that I get when I hold my breath during orgasm – luckily it goes away as soon as I get a few deep breaths back in me. Dayna scooted up to Marie on the far side, rubbing the small of her back. I lay on the other side, on my back, watching Marie’s face as it relaxed. We fell asleep together like that. When I woke up, the ladies were already up – talking and eating breakfast in the kitchen. When I walked in, they each greeted me normally, as if nothing at all was different. I ate my plate of waffles anxiously, waiting for the fallout that never came – not a word, not even a stolen wink or nod – nothing to acknowledge the carnal play we’d all experienced. Nothing except my memory.
Title: 3- My High School Sweetheart’s Little Sister- pt. 3 (Truth Or Dare) Tags: Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Young Introduction: My high school girlfriend’s young sister and I find some alone time and play a risky game of Truth Or Dare Content: ---Part 3 - TRUTH OR DARE - --- A lot of things changed in the time that followed. My girlfriend, Chloe, went to another state to attend college. I chose a college in our home town. I was kinda lost. Chloe and I were still in love, at least I was with her... but I assumed she was seeing other guys at her new school. Without Chloe, there wasn’t a legitimate reason for me to hang out at her house anymore. I would drop by to say “hi” every now and then, but it felt rather pathetic to hang around her family when we were apart. I missed Chloe. I missed her family. And I really missed Cindy. I constantly fantasized about her, about those movie nights. Months went by... Chloe called me one afternoon, in a bit of a panic. Her older brother had been in an accident. She knew nothing more, except that he was at the Valley Hospital. Her mom and dad were headed down there. She asked if I could run up to the house and let Cindy know, as she would be coming home from school soon and hadn’t heard. This was before cell phones, so they hadn’t been able to contact Cindy. I drove up to the house as fast as I could. Cindy had just walked in the door. She was surprised to see me, and gave me a big smile when she opened the door. That quickly changed when she saw the look on my face. I told her about the situation and tried to calm her sudden panic. “We have to get to the hospital! Can you drive me to the hospital?” We ran out to my car and drove out to Valley General. Cindy was pretty stressed during the drive, but we were both relieved to see the happy looks on her parents’ faces when we got to his room. His car was totaled, but he had only suffered a broken arm. He needed to stay for a cast, but all was good. I called Chloe and let her know. We all stayed there until he was released. They were very appreciative I had grabbed Cindy and brought her to the hospital. They decided to get burgers on the way home and invited me to join. Cindy rode with me back to her house. It was a nice drive... polite conversation. At one point I grabbed her hand and told her how much I missed her family and hanging out at her house. She squeezed my hand and said she missed it too. “It’s weird not having Chloe around. And I miss our movie nights on the couch” ‘Tell me about it’ I thought to myself. Dinner was nice. Her parents asked how school was going, my job, etc. They were being polite and supportive, but I still felt like the odd man out. After dinner Cindy said, “Let’s go watch a movie”, and ran downstairs. I feigned boredom... “Can I help you clean up, or anything?” Her mom smiled, “No... you go ahead. I’ll make some popcorn for you.” I walked downstairs and Cindy was running around, cleaning up the room. I watched her as she moved. She had changed out of her school uniform into a light yellow t-shirt, and red silky shorts. She looked so good... even better than earlier that same day. Tanned arms and legs, thin but muscular, and a firm, round butt. I could tell she was wearing a bra, to my disappointment, but understandable since her parents were still up. She turned on the TV and started looking for a good show. Her mom came downstairs with popcorn and some Coke for us. I thanked her mom and sat down on the couch, leaving plenty of room to my right for Cindy... more than I would normally, but her mom was watching. And Chloe was not there. Cindy climbed over the back of the couch and flopped down beside me. She started flipping through channels, but had little luck finding anything that looked interesting. We landed on an old comedy that both had seen before. We chatted through the whole show. It was great talking with her and catching up on everything. She was heavily into sports (that explains her legs and tight little ass). Enjoying school. No boyfriends. The next show up was also a dud. Cindy huffed... “This is boring. Anything else you want to do?” I looked at her with a sly grin... “I can think of a few things... do you have a blanket?” She laughed and poked me in the shoulder. “I haven’t forgotten.” She looked over to the stairs, then got up and ran upstairs. I heard her talking to her dad, then she came back downstairs and closed the door behind her at the bottom of the stairs. She closed the door. I have never seen that door closed. This will NOT look normal to her dad. She crawled onto the couch, laying back on my right, on the side pillow, feet towards me. She tucked her bare feet under my legs. She was a vision, there beside me. Tan legs, toned body, long blonde hair framing her beautiful face. No makeup hiding her natural beauty. We talked a bit more, then I got my courage up and asked, “Wanna play Truth Or Dare?” She flashed a mischievous smile, “Truth or Dare? ...that depends” “On...? Depends on what?” “Depends on if you’re gonna cheat. Depends on if you’re going to use ice.” Hahaaaa... she does remember. I started, “Truth or dare?” Cindy: “Truth” Me: “Have you been a good girl in the past year?” Cindy (laughing): “HA- I’ve been a saint” Me: “No smoking, drinking, or cavorting?” Cindy: “No... I’m not sure what cavorting is, but I’m sure I haven’t done any. My turn... Truth or Dare..” Me: “Truth” Cindy: “Did you miss me?” Me: “You have no idea. I thought about you every day” Cindy: “That’s sweet. You were on my mind as well. ...truth” Me: “Have you been seeing anybody?” Cindy: “You mean any boys? ...nope” Me: “Really? No cavorting? No boys? I don’t believe it. ... truth” Cindy: “What about you? Any girls?” Me: “No. Just school and work” Cindy: “And I don’t believe that either... ...truth” I had to try and test the waters Me: “Do you ever think of me when you diddle?” Cindy looked at me with a surprised look and let out a small giggle. “Diddle? Is that a code word for poking pins into a voodoo doll?” I laughed and shook my head. “Always the smart-ass. No, not exactly... to be honest, I have been diddling a lot thinking about you” This left her at a loss of words. She looked at me with a nervous smile. I continued, “Are you still a virgin?” Cindy: “Hey, you’re cheating. It’s my turn. But, yes... I told you I’ve been a saint. My question: When did you lose your virginity?” I laughed, “I was going to choose ‘dare’, but I’ll answer.. I was fifteen. With a pretty girl I dated before I met Chloe. My turn. So, a saint, and a virgin? Have you ever touched a boy’s penis?” She laughed hearing the word ‘penis’. “Well... I was going to choose ‘dare’, but I’ll answer (smiling)... No... I’ve never even seen one... well, except in pictures.” “Seriously? Never? Not even your brother’s?” “Nope. Never. Why don’t you show me yours?” I laughed, “I didn’t choose ‘dare’. You’re not following the rules” Cindy: “Okay... another question, huh? Have you ever touched a boy’s ‘penis’ ?” She giggled. “You aren’t playing this game right” I scolded her, “I take a mulligan on that question.” Cindy: “What the hell is a ‘mulligan’?” “That’s where I skip a question because I don’t want to answer” She frowned at me. “Talk about cheating. You have to answer every question and perform every dare in this game.” “Oh, so you’re an expert on this game? ...Okay, there might have been some touching a long time ago with my cousin when we both discovered our dicks got stiffies. Enough of that though... My turn” Cindy: “Dare” Finally. I swear she was never going there. I looked over at her and my heart started racing. She was reclining on the couch, perpendicular to me, with her bare feet under my leg, beautiful tanned legs bent, her knees together. I moved my right hand to her feet, “Okay. Remember your rules... you have to perform every dare” She looked at me with squinted eyes and a mischievous grin. Me: “Open your legs” Her face lost its expression, but her gaze was locked on me. I looked down from her angelic face, and stared at her legs. The muscles relaxed, and her knees parted... just a little. I ran my hand up from her foot, up the inside of her calves. “More. Open your legs more... I want to see you better” Her knees dropped further apart. I stroked my hand up her leg and past her knee, then back down to her foot. I lifted her right foot and moved it to the edge of the couch, then moved her left foot to the back, behind my butt. With her feet spread apart, her knees wanted to fall back together. I stopped them, and eased her knees further apart until they relaxed. I could now look straight up between her legs. My eyes looked her up and down, and landed on her crotch. Her red shorts were too big, and loose on her, so I could see a little up inside the leg of her shorts. The peek view up the leg of her shorts sent blood racing to my dick, which was already awake. I glanced over to the closed door at the stairs and prayed I could hear it if someone walked down the stairs. My eyes fell back to her crotch. “Show me your panties” Cindy: “I think it’s my turn. Show me your panties... I mean your underwear.” I looked down at my pants and my excitement was obvious. My dick had created quite the bulge in my pants, still bent down and trying to lift up out of the constraint. I unbuttoned my Levi's and folded the fly open to expose my underwear. Nothing was showing except the fabric. My dick was still curled down below my fly. Cindy looked at my underwear, then back at me. “You look a little uncomfortable. Why don’t you pull it out?” I smiled, “My turn... pull your shorts aside and show me your panties.” Her knees instinctively pulled back together slightly. I reached up and gently spread her legs open again. She looked at me and tried to smile, but her lips were quivering. She was very nervous... but she reached down and pulled the leg of her shorts up and to the center, exposing light yellow panties, up around where her bush would be. “Down lower... I want to see down lower” She moved her fingers down and pulled her shorts aside so I could see her panties where they covered her pussy. There was a damp spot in the center. I had been fantasizing about this forever. My dick was about to bust the seams of my jeans. “Sorry, I can’t handle this. I need to adjust myself” I lifted my ass and slid my pants down just a bit, reached down in my underwear, and unfolded my dick so it could straighten out. I didn’t pull it out, but Cindy’s eyes were locked on my movements. She was still holding her shorts aside, and her legs actually opened up a little further as she stared at the outline in my underwear. “Show... show it to me,” she stammered, her eyes still locked on my underwear. “That’s right... you’ve never seen a penis... a ‘cock’? ...is that a better word?” She didn’t reply. She just stared. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth slightly open. “Pull your panties over a little. I want to see your tan lines.” She moved her fingers over to her panties and pulled the leg opening aside a little, exposing her tan line and a little bit of pubic hair on the top. Her hair was light brown, thin and fairly sparse. I reached down and held my underwear tight against my hard-on, and opened the fly so the bare skin of my cock showed, about mid-shaft. “Pull it out” she whispered. “I want to see your pussy. Pull your panties all the way over so I can see everything.” She moved her grip down on her panties and pulled them completely aside. Looking up between her tan legs, open for my viewing, was her pale bikini line, and a small light-haired bush, topping the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Her clitoris poked out from above her light pink lips, and her little pussy was dripping wet. My heart was pounding; my mind was racing... so aroused I could barely move- I just froze and stared at her... drinking in every detail. She broke my concentration, “Pull it out!” I looked up at her face. Her beautiful, innocent face... innocent, but definitely horny. She was almost panting, mouth open, her eyes locked on the bulge in my underwear. I replied, “Why don’t you pull it out?” Without hesitating she reached across, stuffed her hand under the waistband, grabbed my cock, and pulled it out from my underwear. “It’s so big” she said, wide-eyed, as she squeezed the shaft. At 8”, I am above average size, but not ‘porno large’. Regardless, my cock looked absolutely huge in her small hand. She had released her panties, but they stayed off to the side, and her legs were spread even wider now as she leaned forward. Her exquisite little kitty still in full view. I reached down and lightly rubbed her, sliding my fingers up and down until they were wet. Pulling them back to my mouth I tasted her for the first time. I moved my hand back to her pussy and slid one finger inside her. I could barely slide it in past the first knuckle. She was so tight. She certainly wasn’t lying about being a virgin. Still holding my cock, she used her left hand to push my hand away... pushing my finger out of her. One finger was uncomfortable for her. One finger... not even all the way in. I looked back at her delicate hand wrapped around my cock and thought “never in a million years”. My tongue, however... She squeezed and released my cock, and moved her hand all over it, getting her palm wet when she ran it over the head. She moved her hand down to my balls, gently cupping each one, then going back to my cock. She ran her finger over the veins and up around the head, completely mesmerized. She gave it a final squeeze, then lay back against the side pillow. I licked my fingers and started to rub her little button- she closed her eyes. “Yes... I like that. Keep doing that” Her right hand fell to her panties, and pulled them harder to the side. She pushed downwards on her feet, spread her knees further apart, and arched her pelvis upwards against my hand. The was no expression in her face now. Her mouth was slightly open and hers eyes were darting around like mad under the closed eyelids. I licked my fingers again, and went back to rubbing her pussy, concentrating on the little button on top. Her head started nodding up and down lightly, telling me that was the right place... keep doing that. Her legs started shaking a bit, and her muscles tightened. I increased the tempo and pressure on my fingers, and watched her face as she climaxed. Completely silent, her face turned red and her eyes tightened as she rode it through. It looked like a strong climax, but I know I enjoyed it much more than she did. The vision of her beautiful face, that innocent face that I had known for so long, rolling through a climax, is one I will treasure forever. Her body relaxed and she let out a large breath and sank into the couch. I pulled my hand away and sucked on my fingers, savoring every bit of her. She opened her eyes and smiled, then looked back at my cock. “I wanna see you cum” “CINDY!” It was her dad’s voice. We froze hearing it from upstairs. We had both assumed her parents were asleep by now. “Cindy! Come upstairs!” Cindy jumped up in a panic. I stuffed my dick in my pants and buttoned them back up faster than I have ever before. I pulled the pillow over my lap to hide my erection. Cindy opened the door and ran up the stairs. I was glad he hadn’t called my name. A few minutes passed. I could hear them talking, but couldn’t tell what was being said. Cindy came back down and said I had to go. She had to get to bed. I tucked everything in place and walked up to the front door. I thought of saying goodnight to her parents as Cindy let me out the front door, but decided it was better staying quiet. I whispered to Cindy “unlock the downstairs side door and put on your nightshirt. I’ll sneak back into your room in a bit” I left before she could comment. ...Next: Part 4 - Sneaking back in -
Title: 3013: Anna's First Perfomance Tags: Fiction Introduction: Originally submitted to the forums as a 1000-word story. Now it is 1326 words, a short little read. Anna is a young girl that lives in the year 3013 where the norms of society are way different than what we are used to. Content: 3013 Anna didn't know what to think, or what to say, as the dozens of people moved around her, giving advice and tips. Two of them, her mom and dad, stood closest to her, and watched the three stylists work with incredible speed to get their little girl ready. “Don’t be scared baby, we’ll be right back here.” Her mom told her. Her father didn’t say anything, but instead Anna saw his reassuring smile reflecting in the mirror. She only saw it for a split second, when the stylist standing in front of her moved. Anna managed a nod. Her face was pale, and she could not smile, which made the stylist repeat: "Keep smiling, keep smiling..." How could she smile though? She was only a little girl… at least that’s what she felt like. Her father was protective of Anna, but even he would think differently and her mother had been telling her for almost a year now that she was old enough for this. Anna trusted her parents more than anyone or anything in this world so why didn’t she feel old enough and ready like they told her countless times that she was? Maybe because fourteen shouldn’t be the year a girl loses her virginity. When the tattooed female stylist with dreadful ‘beautiful’ bright pink hair walked over to the table a few feet away from Anna’s chair, the entire dressing room was now visible to Anna, reflecting in the large mirror directly in front. She looked at herself and didn’t recognize the girl reflecting back. Her hair had never looked so golden and perfect. The make up around her eyes made her ordinary blue eyes look like an ocean of innocence. Sadly, Anna thought, that innocence was about to be legally taken away. Anna looked at the crowded room behind her. Standing right behind her chair was her mother and father, both now smiling at her. The rest of the people Anna had never seen in her life. They were reporters and journalists, the stylist had told Anna. Anna knew that hidden behind all those people was the stage where it would all happen. The thousands of chattering voices made everything feel so… real. She remembered being part of that same audience only a week earlier, watching the city’s main attraction take place in front of her innocent eyes. She was as pale watching as she was now, getting ready to perform. Her father was with her that day, and he was very uncomftorble himself, so he could do little to comfort Anna, if anything, him looking so freaked out made her feel worse. He wasn’t like many of the fathers these days. Back in the dressing room, Anna’s legs felt numb hanging from the chair as the announcer started to talk signaling that she had maybe two more minutes before she would be walked out to the stage by her father and mother. Sometimes Anna hated living in this city, being born in this time. In school she was taught about a time where this sort of thing would be out ruled and anyone participating hunted down and sent to prison. Anna secretly wished she lived in that time. Some girls she knew from school despised their parents for allowing such a thing to be done, but Anna knew better. She knew her parents were legally obliged to make their daughters participate, unless they wanted to be hunted down, like the people from the old times. Anna was happy she had the parents she did. The older girls at school talked about fathers that volunteered to be part of the show as well, fucking their own daughters and some even cumming inside their pussies even though it is prohibited to do so. Usually no one said anything when it did happen, as there was no way of telling which one of the guys did it. Nowadays, a father getting his own daughter pregnant wasn’t uncommon. In fact, it was so uncommon Anna could name three girls from school whose father and grandfather was the same person. Her father wasn’t like that. Many households’ practised incest but her father never even looked at Anna that way. Even after ten years of marriage, he seemed very much in love with Anna’s mother. He seemed very opposed to the idea of incest too. There were times when he would come home from work absolutely furious because of an argument he had with a fellow co-worker about the subject. But even though he was against it, he didn’t hide it from Anna. He explained it all to her and answered any questions she had. The cheering grew louder as the crowd was now reacting to the men entering the stage one by one. Usually a girl would have to satisfy anywhere between ten and fifteen men in this special (and forced) moment in her life. The men were anywhere between sixteen years of age and thirty six years of age. The girls weren’t the only ones that HAD to be part of the show, any male baby born after the year 3000, had to be part of the show when they turned sixteen. This was the law and there was no way around it. When a baby is born, male or female, the parents must register it with the National Birth Registry and failure to do so is punishable by death. Even so, there were a few families that would keep their kids in hiding, shunning them from the norm of society. The richer families would find a way to get fake identities for their kids so that they could still attend school and later get a job and get married, but the families that barely had food on the table would take their chances. Anna felt a little better, remembering those kids. The kids that were kept inside most of the time, and that had to live in fear of losing their parents every time someone knocked on their front door. Anna was glad her parents did the right thing and registered her when she was born. This show after all, was only mandatory once. Of course, some girls end up making careers of being the main act on stage and end up being very rich at a young age. Anna went to school with the nation’s biggest sex star at the moment, before she became famous. She was a year older than Anna and always bragged about how her daddy loved her more than her mom, and how she was always able to drive him crazy walking around the house and teasing. She would talk about these things when she was only eight years old; everyone knew she would be the biggest slut the stage has ever seen. Anna was brought back to reality and out of her thoughts when she felt the cold collar clip around her throat, fitting perfectly so that it didn’t choke her. The chain that it was attached to was a good ten feet long, and it was given to Anna’s mother to hold. The mom was the one in charge of walking their little girls out. The gay guy let her shining blonde hair fall back down over the collar and run down her back like water. The tattooed woman that did her make up started to tear up, Anna’s beauty too much for her to handle. Anna didn’t feel beautiful. She felt like a freak dolled up to lose her virginity and satisfy cocks in front of a cheering crowd. She hoped they liked her though, because that would mean more money for her family. Anna stood up, felt her panties and bra get taken off by someone, took her mother’s hand while her mom held the long chain, and walked out into the blinding light and deafening sound of the stage shaking from head to toe. The End(?) Leave comments and feedback! Email me at onenineninethreeasstr@gmail.com
Title: 30Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Thirty: Threats, Boobies, and Fake Names 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 Thirty: Draco makes his move!!! "You had sex in front of Courtney?" Luna asked for the third time in as many minutes. "Yes. I don't see what is so difficult to understand," Hermione answered. The two witches were sitting on the couch, while Ron and Harry played a game of chess. The four were enjoying the solitude afforded to them in the Head Students' chamber. The topic of conversation had dealt with the fact that Harry and Hermione proudly admitted that they performed a public sex act. More shockingly, the couple had sex, knowing that they had an audience, albeit of one. "You two have grown so kinky that you're now having a live show, that's what's so hard to understand," explained Ron after he moved a pawn. "No, what's so hard to believe about the situation is that we weren't invited," Luna stated. "I had assumed that when you finally did have someone watch, it'd be us; your best friends." "Um, honey, count me out of that," Ron requested, while Harry fretted over his next move on the board. "Harry and Hermione are like siblings to me; watching them shag would be just creepy." "But you've already seen us. Remember, through that Pensieve we made you," Harry pointed out. He hesitantly moved his knight, knowing that he'd more likely than not lose the piece with Ron's next move. "Yeah, but that was different, wasn't it," Ron said. "For one thing, it wasn't live, you know? Seeing it in real life, where I would smell you guys, it would be too weird for me. And second, you were teaching me something. So I was able to force myself to overcome my queasiness of watching you go down on Hermione; I was focusing on the knowledge that I could learn what you two were showing me." "Ronald, dear, what are you talking about /'queasiness'/?" Luna asked with a pleasant smile. "You masturbated as we watched the Pensieve." "Just that once,"he tried to defend himself. "Actually the first ten times we watched," corrected Luna. "Fine, alright, I lied," Ron confessed in a huff. "Wanking to a Pensieve memory is a lot different from the real thing. If I watched the live act, I'd end up wanting to wank. And that thought scares me because I'd be masturbating to my best mates, one of whom is a bloke, while they could see me. Wanking my willy in the same room as Harry getting laid is a little too close to being gay for me, okay?" "That is quite all right, Ronald, you can stay while I'll go and watch when Harry and Hermione invite us," Luna said dreamily. "Um, you do realize that it was a kind of spur of the moment thing, right?" Harry said as he watched Ron's white bishop sodomize one of his remaining few black pawns. The bishop had taken off his mitre and was waving it above his head like a cowboy at a rodeo as the piece buggered the helpless pawn. "Where the hell did you get this chess set?" "Of course I understand," Luna said happily. "I'm just saying that if that spur of the moment thing ever strikes you again that you ask me to watch." "You already have watched us. When I had you take polyjuice to look like me on the train when term began, you watched me perform oral sex on Harry," Hermione pointed out. She turned to Ron and reprimanded, "And you had no problem shagging Luna when she looked like me. 'Think of me as a sibling,' my backside." Ron pretended to have not heard Hermione as he concentrated on his bishop spanking Harry's violated pawn. "That was just oral sex, Hermione. I want the whole deal," Luna said with a hint of excitement. "I don't want to pressure you two or anything, but I do want to put it in your heads that I'm next in line for the entertainment." "Um, sure," Harry finally said. "You'll be the first one we contact." "And, as an added incentive, I'll allow both of you to watch Ronald and I make love as well,"Luna added. "We will?" Ron asked nervously. "Yes," the blonde said evenly. "What, now?" Ron asked. "No, Ronald, you're playing your game," Luna said with a shake of her head as if she was disappointed that her husband couldn't understand such a basic concept. "It wouldn't do to have sex in the middle of a match. Perhaps we can do it once the game is over." "That's not necessary," Harry said. "Are you certain? I can use the chess pieces as helpers," Luna offered. "How would you use the pieces?" asked Harry... and he instantly regretted it. "It's a wonderful game I invented," she said with a bright smile. "It's called 'The Spelunking King.' Ronald and I were just playing it with the black king before you two started playing your match." Harry had been eyeing his king (which happened to be the black piece that Luna had referred to) and was about to move it, but now had second thoughts about even touching it. He wondered whose cave the king had gone spelunking in (much less what /cave/)and whether or not it was cleaned afterwards. "It's alright, Luna, we'll just take a rain check," Hermione said. "What does that mean?" the blonde asked. "It means that we'll take you up on your offer at some later date," explained Hermione. It was clear to Harry that Hermione had no intention of fulfilling that obligation. It didn't take long for Ron to trounce Harry. But how the red head had won was what surprised Harry. Apparently, Ron's pieces had thrown the rules away and had all participated in a gang-bang on Harry's queen. "Just where the hell did you get this chess set?" "Bukkake!" Ron's two knight pieces shouted as their battle cry. SoG The next morning, Harry sent a post to Alicia telling her in great detail that the toy she was interested in had worked wonders (a brief exert of the note described the "wonderful sounds Hermione made every time I tugged a ball out of her bum told me she really, RE/ALLY// liked it"/). After Harry sent Hedwig off to deliver the post, he joined his friends in the Great Hall. Hermione had already finished her meal and was busy reading the Daily Prophet. The front page of the paper was dedicated to a new pamphlet that the Ministry had begun to circulate. This pamphlet would only end up accentuating the wizarding population's current irrational fear. "Ministry Advises the Public to Stay Indoors!" the paper read. "After multiple reports of random attacks committed by roving gangs of giants, werewolves, and Death Eaters, the Ministry released a pamphlet instructing witches and wizards not to go anywhere after sundown. The only time the Ministry suggests someone should leave the safety of their homes is in the case of an emergency. This official document also urges people to barricade their homes with various wards. Many of the wards that are suggested are considered high level wards, such as Ill-Will Repeller and Bind My Foes. As these wards are highly difficult to erect, far above the ability of the average wizard and witch, most of these wards will need a Certified Wards Master to make them. Some of the defensive spells the Ministry highlighted include the Stun Hex and the Impediment Curse. The Ministry suggests that if someone were to be attacked that they should use these two spells in order to buy enough time to escape. 'How the (expletive deleted) am I supposed to use a/(expletive deleted) /Stun Hex on a giant? A Stunner just bounces off a/(expletive deleted) giant," Wilhelmina Murray, aged one-hundred and two, commented demurely after she read the pamphlet. "And even if I'm attacked by(expletive deleted) /Death Eaters with no (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) giants, a Stunning Spell won't do /(expletive deleted). The moment I'd knock one of those (expletive deleted) /down, one of the other/(expletive deleted) /would Rennervate them and I'd b (expletive deleted) out of luck." Another wizard, Hans Von der Kidd, stated that he'd most likely leave the country. "I can't make wards like these; they're too difficult," Mr. Von der Kidd said. "And I know that I don't stand a chance dueling with a Death Eater, much less a giant or werewolf. It'd be for the best if I just leave this place. I'm about to decide to let You Know Who have /England//."/ "This is horrible," Hermione groaned so that only Harry could hear and tossed the paper on the table. "I thought that performing the Morgy Ritual would help. Even though we took out over a hundred Death Eaters, it doesn't matter. The war has gotten so bad that everyone's now afraid of their own shadow." With a sad look, Hermione surveyed the Great Hall. The Hall was packed full of happy students, all of them laughing and smiling. "Why isn't everyone else like we are here," she said loud enough that their friends heard.. "None of us are pulling our hair out. None of us are frightened that we might get attacked and killed." "Maybe it's because we're in Hogwarts," offered Ginny, as she ate her breakfast. "It's got a bunch of really strong wards around it. And we've also got Aurors patrolling the castle and grounds. So it's pretty much safe from attack." "But we were attacked last year," Neville pointed out, "even with the wards and Order of the Phoenix members patrolling the grounds." "Then why is everyone here acting so carefree?" Luna asked. Harry bit his tongue. He had a theory, the one that the pervert, Gryffindor, had pointed out. The young wizard wasn't about to blurt this theory out. So over the course of the day, Harry pondered how he could approach Hermione about this once-outlandish idea. "I think I know why everyone here isn't affected by the war," Harry began when he and Hermione were alone in their chambers later that night. "It's because of us." "How do you mean?"asked Hermione. "Well, I think the students, and some of the teachers, aren't overly worried about Voldemort because we, well we've given them something to do other than fret," he explained vaguely. "And just how did you and I do this?" "Well, to be honest, it was more like Dobby did it." Hermione looked at Harry in deep thought for a moment. Then she narrowed her eyes and challenged,"Are you saying that because everyone here saw us have sex that they don't worry about the war?" "Basically, yeah,"he agreed. "Listen, I know it sounds far fetched, but I'm in the middle of this war, and it's no secret Voldemort wants me dead. You're in the limelight too, not only because you associate with me but because you're a Muggle-born witch, making you a target twice over. So by all rights, out of everyone in this castle, you and I should be the ones most affected by the war. But we don't let it get to us, not to the extent of the people outside the castle. We're living our lives the way we want to and not in fear. And by seeing all those Pensieves, our peers were encouraged to do the same. I know it's not a conventional way of boosting morale, but it worked." "Harry, I don't consider an active sex-life the cornerstone of living our lives without fear,"argued Hermione. "But it is. Most people out there are terrified. So much so that they aren't even sleeping properly; they sleep with one eye open. And the last thing on their minds is sex. You know for a fact that sex is a great stress reliever." "And how do you know people aren't having sex?" "I talked with Alicia. She's working at Franklin's of Cardiff, and she told me that no one's been shopping there in weeks," he told her. "Franklin's of Cardiff? Is that where you got those toys?" she asked and he nodded in the affirmative. "I'll have to go there one day." "The back section's where they keep the toys," Harry pointed out. "Let's say that I agree with your assumptions that people aren't having sex and that lack of activity is a part of the problem," Hermione speculated. "Are you suggesting that we have Dobby start passing out the Pensieves again, only this time to everyone in England?" "Not exactly," he replied. "You see, Ginny was right to a point. This castle has wards. They do have a way of making the people inside feel secure, even though a small group of Death Eaters attacked last year by bypassing those wards. However, most homes don't even have the simplest wards." "What does that have to do with us having sex?" "Well, we could create new rituals, ones that could erect wards around people's homes," Harry said. "Yes, I can see that. I've actually had a few ideas in that area," Hermione said while chewing her lip. "But how do you suppose we teach these potential rituals to everyone? I mean, having Dobby pass out Pensieves to everyone in the country is a little impractical." Harry spoke very slowly and clearly so that he could drive this point home... that and he reckoned that it would turn her on so he didn't want her to misunderstand him. "You... and I... will... write... a... book." "A bo-b-book? Me, an author?" she asked hesitantly. Suddenly Hermione's irises shot open, leaving only a hair-thin ring of color, her lips puffed up a touch, and her complexion flushed. Harry could see her nipples harden through her blouse, and he felt it was safe to assume that she was getting rather wet. Harry's assumption about the dampness of his girlfriend was confirmed when she ordered throatily: "Shag me silly, Harry." As Harry was in the process of carrying out her request of shagging her silly and while he was tugging on her hair, Hermione brought up a good point. "Wait, why don't --/uh /- -we just - -/smack my bum /- -copies of the tantric book we --/that's it /- -already have?" "/Uh/ - -we --/oh/ - -can use some of the - -/er/ - -spells from that book," Harry said and paused to give Hermione a good hard swat. "But - -/oh/- - it doesn't - -/uh/ - -have a lot of ward rituals." "So you're saying- -/ooh, yessss rub my clit/ - -we need to make an - -/mama/ --updated version of The Magic of Making - -/FUCK ME! /- -Love?" "/I'm gonna cum /--Yeah, a new version," Harry answered. "One that will - -/almost there /--help people deal with Voldemort." "Hold on, I'm close - -I think we should - -/just a bit more, baby - -follow the author of the 'special book' and - -/oooh so- -o- -o- -o close /- -use pen-names - -/NOW! DO IT NOW!" SoG The next day during Potions, Hermione and Harry were quietly discussing what spells and rituals they should put in their forthcoming book from the ones that they had already invented. "We should definitely include the Wit-Enhancing ritual," offered Hermione as she put a dash of powdered frog toes into the bubbling concoction they were brewing. "Of course, that would mean we'd have to put in a section on stretching techniques so that the reader would be limber enough to perform that ritual." "One spell that we shouldn't put in is the 'Loninquitas Amorus,' the long distance love ritual that I created," Harry said. "I could see some bad people doing bad things with that one." "You mean like if Snape had that ritual in school, he would've used it on your Mum?" speculated Hermione. "Why'd you go and say that?" demanded Harry as he felt his stomach lurch. "You could've left it at 'bad people doing bad things.' But no, you had to bring up that greasy bastard's obsession with wanking over the thought of my mother." "I'm sorry, Harry," apologized the brunette. "I'll make it up to you after supper tonight." "Well, it better be good," he pouted. "You mentioned my mother and Snape in the same sentence. And you made it about sex, making it even worse." "All right, I let you bugger me and you can cum on my tits," she said casually, stirring the contents of their cauldron. "Would that be good enough?" "Throw in a hummer before hand and we're even." "Well, that goes without saying, doesn't it," she said. "Of course, I'll expect the same in return. Perhaps we can pleasure each other at the same time." Hermione checked the board once more, reviewing the instructions. "Hand me that mandrake root,"she asked Harry. The wizard reached out and took hold of the root. The moment his fingers wrapped around the mandrake, it began to heat up and shake. Knowing that mandrake roots should not do that, Harry dropped the item. It fell back on the table and continued to shake. "Why's it doing that?" Harry asked Hermione. "It didn't do that when I fetched it from the supply cupboard," she answered. "Someone must have tampered with so it would activate with your touch." A second later, the root stood up on one end and began to reshape it self. It stretched and shrunk, changed from a dirty beige color to a warm pink. Veins started to pop up all along the surface. After a moment, it flopped down and stilled. Harry and Hermione were looking down at a very detailed pink dildo, foreskin, veins, wrinkles, and all. "Who the hell would want to change a mandrake root into a penis?" asked Hermione. "Oh My God, it's throbbing." "You-hoo!" Draco Malfoy called out effeminately from across the lab. He gave Harry a limp wristed wave and shouted, "If you like that, you can get the real thing later!" Harry looked at Draco then he looked at the phallic object for a moment before it hit him - -no, not the dildo, the truth. "I think I'm going to be sick," he groaned out. "What's wrong?"asked Hermione. "Draco transfigured the root into a copy of his willy," Harry explained as he turned a nasty shade of green. With a disgusted expression marring her face, Hermione pulled out her wand, unwilling to touch Draco's organ, even by proxy, and in a series of light jabbing motions, pushed the phallic object off of the table. It landed on the floor and made a fleshy slapping sound. That sound was enough to send our hero over the edge. With a gut-wrenching gurgling sound, Harry promptly vomited into his and Hermione's cauldron. While Hermione helped clean up the mess on the table and on Harry, Draco said in a loud voice;"Oh, look, he's so excited that he got sick..." SoG Over the next two weeks, Harry and Hermione busied themselves with designing and practicing new content for their proposed book. They had come up with several new rituals, mostly for home defense, a number of potions, and some tactics just for fun. The couple used the magically upgraded Shrieking Shack as their testing grounds. Not all of the rituals were strictly for defense. A few of the simpler sex-rituals were designed for household charms. One in particular was created to keep the participants' home neat and orderly. It would magically dust, sweep, and mop along with straightening chairs, leveling photos, and the like. This particular ritual needed some milk and honey dribbled over both parties' torsos and they needed to have sex on the home's kitchen table. But Harry and Hermione came up with several rituals that would effectively erect protective wards around the house. One ritual that Hermione had created was a powerful Anti-Apparation Ward. As opposed to other Anti-Apparation Wards, this one was relatively simple to erect. For the ritual, the wizard had to suckle on the largest toe on the witch's left foot, whilst she sucked on his thumb from his right hand for fifteen minutes. Then the wizard had to ejaculate on each of the four corners of the building (this part of the ritual obviously would take some time to complete, allowing the wizard to recuperate between corners). One Ward that Harry created was a nasty Anti-Harm Deterrent Ward. Basically, this ritual set up a ward around a house designed to detect the intentions of anyone who approached the house. If the person's intentions were good, the ward would let them pass. But if the person wanted to physically harm someone, then the ward would cause that person to empty their bowels violently. If the person was left in the effects of the ward long enough, he'd collapse from dehydration. This ritual involved anal sex and the wizard had to pinch his own left nipple while simultaneously pinching the witch's nose shut. Another ward, dubbed the Evil Freezer, caused anyone who tried to cast an Unforgivable Curse to freeze in mid-incantation. The ritual was one of the longer ones to perform. First, Harry had to take Hermione from behind as she hung halfway out a window that faced the East as the sun rose, then he had to work on her bare bottom in a specific series of swats, pinches, and squeezes. Then he had to take her again, this time as she hung out a window on the West side during sunset. However, not everything the couple came up with worked. Take for instance a potion Hermione had tried to create. Her plan was to have the potion halt the wizard's climax, thereby extending the man's performance by a significant period of time. Unfortunately when Harry tested this potion on himself, he proved that it didn't work. In fact it was a very messy disaster. The potion didn't extend his performance; it did however have the nasty side-effect of increasing the amount and force of his discharge a thousand fold. "Blimey, it's getting all over the place," Harry commented. The potion had turned him into a lawn-sprinkler. Not the type of sprinkler that rains down evenly in a circular pattern, mind you. He was the type of sprinkler that spat and squirted in uneven, long arcs of fluid with a noisy discharge. Added to this analogy, 'Harry, Jr.' was making a very loud noise similar to a sprinkler. "SHPLISH - - SPLISH- - SLPISH-SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT" "Harry! STOP!" Hermione demanded and spat, as she tried to back away from the human sprinkler. "I can't!" he grunted and launched another rapid series of squirts that arced across the room, hitting the walls, floor, and ceiling... along with his girlfriend. Apart of Harry, the dirty part, actually liked the latter target and so, unwillingly (or so he'd later claim) he aimed for the witch. "AHK! PHHT!"Hermione spat and sputtered again. "Don't get it in my eyes! Oh No! Not in my hair!" And there were a few ideas that had nothing to do with magic. Such as Hermione's own Massaging Oil which wasn't too greasy, and heated upon contact (it could also be used as a lubricant, wink-wink). This new oil also turned out to be a healthy substitute for butter in baking (Harry wrote a note to mention in the book not to use it as a butter substitute after it was used for one or both of its other uses). And then Harry had several ideas on massages; he found he was a natural at foot rubs. Of course foot rubs led to the calves being massaged, which led to the thighs getting a good rub-down, and logically, this led directly to finger-banging. SoG One night after supper, Harry and Hermione were making their way back to their chambers down a deserted hallway. "I came up with anew ward," the brunette announced. "This ward will theoretically create an infallible door locking charm, as well as strengthening the windows and doors of a house during an attack. So if an attacker bypasses or breaks through the other wards, this ward would prevent him from entering the house. An /Alohomora/wouldn't work and the attacker's blasting hexes would be ineffectual. It would be the ideal ward to allow the inhabitants to escape through the floo, or even simply give them enough time for help to arrive." "That's neat,"Harry said. And then asked what he felt was the most important part: the casting of this ward; "How's it done?" "Well, we'll have to test it out," she said. It was obvious by her eyes that she was more than willing to test the ward out dozens of times. Even after the ward was proven, it was clear that Hermione would still be willing to "test" it several more times. "But you, the wizard, would have to take me, the witch, from behind while I have my naked tits pressed against the door, or window - which ever item we're trying to strengthen. Then, after you cum in me, you'd have to rub your bits on the same door or window, thereby spreading our combined juices on it. The ritual would have to be performed for every window and door." "Gee, the Shrieking Shack has a lot of doors and windows," Harry said knowingly. "Yes, that would mean that we would have to perform this ritual a number of times then, won't we?" Hermione said with a smile. "Are you up for shagging me against each and every door and window in the Shack?" she asked coyly. "Oh, at least two times for each one. In fact, I think I should take you into this classroom,"he said and led her to one of the castle's numerous abandoned rooms, "and give the ward a try right now." The moment the door creaked open, a shout of/ "Accio Wands!" /came from the darkness behind them. Before either could register what was happening, Harry and Hermione's wands were magically pulled from their pockets, soaring to where the voice had come from. Harry spun in time to see someone in the shadows flick their wand in his direction. An invisible wall forcibly pushed Harry and his girlfriend into the empty classroom. The couple tumbled across the floor and crashed into the far wall. As Harry started to get up, he heard Hermione yelp in surprise. The black haired wizard looked up to see his girlfriend already standing, but she had a thick rope coiling around her as if it was a snake. It wrapped around her ankles, up her legs, over her hips, it pinned her hands and arms to her midsection, and it bound her shoulders. Hermione teetered for a second before falling to the ground. "Harry, run-"Hermione began. But a length of fabric materialized and tied itself around her mouth, effectively gagging her. "At last, we're alone," Draco Malfoy said as he sauntered in and closed the door behind him. Hermione muffled something, most likely a threat at Draco. The blond ponce looked at the bound witch and corrected his statement. "Well, we're /mostly/alone." Draco took two steps to Harry. With each step, Draco unhooked a clasp of his flaming pink robe. "Wait, Malfoy, you don't want to do this," Harry protested as he took two steps back. If he had his wand, he'd Stun Draco, free Hermione, run out of the classroom, and pretend that this never happened. But since Draco was the only one with a wand and Harry knew that if he tried to escape, the blond wizard would either magically trip him or worst; tie him up like he had to Hermione. "Oh, but I do want to do this, Harry," lisped Draco. He unhooked another clasp and Harry could see that Malfoy wasn't wearing a shirt under his garishly colored robe. "You know, shortly before I returned to this marvelous castle, I was hit with a bout of unbearable suffering. Apparently, this dreadful pain affected anyone with a Dark Mark. It was all over the Prophet if you don't recall." "Yes I do, actually. Why don't you tell me how you overcame it," Harry said nervously. He was hoping to distract Malfoy long enough to figure out a way to escape. "I managed because of our love," Draco said affectionately. "The thought of our passion, our destiny, our love, gave me the strength to persevere. That and drinking half a bottle of Fire Whiskey in one swallow helped, too." At this point, Draco theatrically threw his robes open. Harry quickly averted his eyes. However, he was not quick enough to miss the fact that Draco wasn't wearing any pants or trousers. And, worse, that he had a frilly lace ribbon tied in a bow around a certain part of his anatomy. "Come to me my heart. Let us join in the bonds of fated love," Draco said, and began to walk to Harry with his arms wide open, ready to embrace the black haired wizard. Harry, being the brave Gryffindor that he was, leapt behind Hermione's prone body and attempted to shield himself from Draco with his girlfriend. Hermione tried to protest, because she obviously didn't like the sight of the "gift bow" either. "Aha, poor befuddled Harry," huffed Draco disappointedly, "still trying to deny your inner feelings of longing." The blond flicked his wand and Hermione was tugged from Harry's grasp, and dragged to the other side of the room. "I guess I'll just have to show you the error of your ways," Draco said with a knowing smile. "I've been saving myself for you." Draco took another three steps toward Harry. The black haired wizard scurried on his bum across the floor as to not give Draco a target. "Well, to be honest, there was the five snog sessions with Colin," Draco admitted, pausing in his approach. "But he was just an appetizer compared to you, so I don't think I should even count him." Again Draco moved and again, Harry scurried backwards on his bottom. "Why do you run, my heart?" asked Draco adoringly. "We are meant to be together. It is fate, kismet, destiny!" "Listen, that Prophet article was a misprint," Harry blurted out. He had faced death on numerous occasions, but he never had to face the possibility of a willy shoved up his bum, much less one with a "gift bow." "I'm in love with Hermione. We've had sex loads of times." "Refuse it all you want, my dearest soul mate," Malfoy said, smirking. "Soon, you and I will be in the throws of passion. You'll forget all about your frizzy haired beard." Hermione grunted another protest. Whether it was in defense of Harry or due to offence by being referred to as a beard, Harry couldn't tell. Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open. All three sets of eyes turned to see Courtney walk in. "Hey, what's going on in here?" the Auror in training asked upon seeing Hermione bound and gagged. A demented twinkle appeared in her eyes and she said hopefully, "Oh, how kinky. You've tied Hermione up and now you two are going to take turns with her! Can I watch? I want to see the blond bloke take Hermione first!" "What? I'd never touch a witch," Draco said, clearly appalled by such an idea. "Courtney, you have to help," Harry said as he ran and bravely hid behind her. "Malfoy is infatuated with me; he's positive that I'm in love with him." "It's not infatuation, it's true and pure love," Draco objected. "You are my knight, the rescuer of the damsel, me." "He's not gay,"Courtney said dismissively while looking the pink robed wizard up and down. Clearly, she was not offended by the fact that Draco had his bits exposed, nor that he had a frilly bow tied around his John Thomas. "Yes, he is,"Harry argued. "Yes I am," agreed Draco. "Look at what I'm wearing." "Bright colors do not make a person gay. By the way, I like the bow," the witch said with a smirk. "Personally, I've know plenty of gay blokes. Hell, I even dated a few of them before they came out of the closet. I can recognize a gay wizard from a mile away, closeted or otherwise." Courtney then added in a soft undertone"Wish I would've had that skill before I dated the poofters to be." She then said to Draco "You're just confused." "No, I'm not,"Draco challenged. "I'm gay as the day is long!" "Oh really, are you sure?" she asked. Courtney took a step towards Draco. She looked him in the eye and inquired; "Do you crave, no need to hold another wizard's cock? To feel his pulse throb in your hand? Is it a dream of yours to run your tongue up his hot shaft and taste his sweat? Do you desire to have the musky taste of his cum on your tongue?" As she spoke, Courtney inched forward, slowly closing the space between her and the blond wizard. Draco's face twitch once or twice as the witch painted images with her words. But his eyes still held that defiance. "Or is the thought of large breasts more appealing to you?" she continued to ask. Harry saw Courtney tug her robes open and took another step toward Draco. She was so close to the blond wizard that her orbs were gently brushing against his bare torso. "Would running your hands over the milky white flesh of a witch's bosom make your heart race? Do you want to feel her hard nipples between your fingers as you tweak them?" She moved her torso so that her titties were being rubbed in circular motions on Draco's chest. "What kind of sounds would she make when you rolled the nub between your fingers? Does the way her skin prickle at your touch fascinate you? Or does a part of you want to gently scrape your teeth on the underside of her breast? Do you desire to bat your tongue over her hard nipples?" Draco's face had turned a bright red and tiny droplets of sweat had sprung up on his brow. While still leaning into the wizard, Courtney looked back over her shoulder at Harry. "He's not gay,"she announced. "Are you sure?"Harry asked nervously. "Oh, yeah," she said smiling. "When I was talking about man-bits, I didn't get a twitch out of him." "Excuse me, his face got all scrunched up when you said those things," Harry pointed out. "I wasn't talking about his face," she clarified. "But once I started talking about jugs, well, let's just say that the evidence that he doesn't like blokes is pressing against me right now." Thankfully, Courtney did not move away from Draco to prove this point. However, Harry could see that Draco had his eyes fixed on the witch - - but it wasn't her face that he was staring at. Despite this, Harry could still see that Draco was alittle confused and our hero feared that his school nemesis would have a relapse, so to speak, and try to molest him once again. A sudden idea came to Harry as to how he could keep Draco away from him. "Courtney, could you... you know... take care of Draco?" Harry asked. "For me?" "What the hell are you asking?" Courtney demanded. She closed her robes and turned to face Harry. "Well, he's still thinks he's gay, at least a part of him does," Harry explained. "Could you, please, show him that he really isn't gay at all?" "Are you asking me to shag him?" she demanded with her brow furrowed in anger. "No, at least not necessarily," Harry clarified. "I was thinking you could take him out and see how it plays from there. If shagging occurs, then so be it." "Sure, he's a yummy. But, he hasn't even bought me flowers or anything like that." "Here, Draco,"Harry began while digging through his pockets. He pulled out a few galleons and handed them to the mostly naked wizard. "Go buy Courtney some flowers." Draco snatched the gold from Harry, threw the two wands he had captured down on the ground, and dashed out of the room; clearly to go buy some flowers for Courtney. That or masturbate over the thought of her boobs. Or both. "I can't believe you did that," she said with a touch of anger. "You're trying to get him to go out with me because you don't want him trying to molest you again." "That's the gist of it, yes," Harry said while nodding his head. "You're barmy,"she said. "What if it doesn't work? What if we go on a date, he finds out I'm not his type of witch and he slips back into thinking he's gay for you?" "He got an erection,"Harry countered. "Of course he'll like you." "Harry, just because he got a stiffy doesn't mean he's into me. Here, watch," she said and pulled her robes open again. "Oh, my," murmured Harry as he tilted his head to the left. His other head took a distinct turn to the right. Hermione made some noise. Again, Harry didn't know if she was protesting the fact that her boyfriend was looking at another witch's bare breasts or if she was upset because she couldn't see them herself. "See, you already have wood," Courtney gestured to Harry's groin. "It doesn't mean that you're into me." After a second he shook his head (not that one, the one with two eyes) in an attempt to think clearly. "Listen, you said it yourself, Draco's confused and you can help him stop from making a mistake." "What's in it for me?" she asked. "You may grow to like him," speculated Harry even though he didn't believe it himself; he couldn't see how anyone with a pulse could like Draco. But some people were weird that way. Courtney tapped her foot on the ground several times as she mulled over the proposition. This foot tapping caused her mounds to jiggle a touch to Harry's fascination. Finally, she agreed. "All right, but you have to hook me up with someone else if it doesn't work out. He has to be cute. But it's okay that' he's ugly if he's hung. Or rich." "Deal," Harry said. He paused as a glimmer of light drew his attention back to Courtney's breasts. "What's that on your nipple?" The wizard had been so transfixed by her breasts - - as any man would tell you, breasts are the most captivating object in the entire universe; the beauty of a picture perfect sunrise cannot hold a candle to a good boob - - that he had not noticed the silver ring dangling from her pink nub. "Oh, it's a nipple-ring," she replied and threw her chest out so Harry could get a better look at the dangling piece of jewelry. "Do you like it?" "No. A tit isn't a Christmas tree; you don't need to decorate it," Harry said while still transfixed. "They're hot and fun," Courtney argued. "Go on, give it a tug." "What?" Harry asked, taken back by the request. "Tug on it," she repeated. "It feels great." "Um, I have a girlfriend," Harry said and pointed to his bound and gagged witch a few feet away. He was trying to use the age-old "My girlfriend will kill me if I do anything remotely like that" defense. "She can give it apull after you," Courtney said and then turned to Hermione. "You don't mind, do you?" Surprisingly, Hermione shrugged her shoulders in acceptance and muttered through the gag"mf-kay." Courtney spun back to face Harry and threw back her shoulders in order to present her sizable mounds to him. "All right now give it a tug." Hesitantly, Harry raised his hand and moved it slowly to Courtney's offered tit. With a tremble in his hand, he took hold of the ring between the tips of his thumb and forefinger. Gently, he pulled the ring up and let it fall back down. "What the hell was that?" demanded Courtney. "I don't want to hurt you," protested Harry. "I told you to tug on it," the Auror said. "It's not like I asked you to rip it off. But you didn't even properly tug on it. You barely even touched it." Courtney rolled her eyes and flicked her wand at Hermione. The ropes and gag vanished with a soft pop. "Oi, Hermione, you're a kinky girl. Come over here and show your boyfriend how to tug on my nipple ring the right way." A sweet smile graced Hermione's lips as she stood. She carefully smoothed out the pleats of her skirt before walking up to the Auror. Harry Potter had prevailed over numerous attempts on his life. He was the only known survivor of the dreaded Killing Curse. He survived wresting with a troll when he was eleven. When he was only twelve years old, he defeated a Basilisk. The young wizard vanquished hordes of Dementors when he was just thirteen. Survived a dragon and dueled the most fear dark wizard to a standstill when he was fourteen. And he fought off a dozen fully trained Death Eaters when he was fifteen until help arrived. But what Hermione did nearly ended Harry's life. The brunette witch politely folded her hands behind her back, bent over slightly at her hips so that her face was level with Courtney's breasts, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Harry watched as his girlfriend's tongue wriggled a bit before hooking the nipple ring. Deftly, Hermione's talented tongue pulled the ring into her mouth before closing her teeth on the piece of jewelry. With a growl, Hermione pulled at the ring like a dog pulling on a toy. Courtney moaned softly as her sensitive flesh was stretched. Simply put; it was a miracle that Harry didn't drop dead right there. "Cor, that was a good one," cheered Courtney. The Auror looked at Harry and commented, "I think you broke him." "No, he's fine,"Hermione said as she stood. "He just has a raging hard-on right now. Come on, baby, let's go take care of that." "I don't think I can move," Harry said in a small voice as he felt his heart start to beat once more. "We're not going far. We're just going over to the table over there so Courtney can watch again." "Okay," Harry said and staggered to the teacher's table. "Although I should go fetch Luna," Hermione said absentmindedly. "We did promise her that she could watch the next time we had a show." "It's about time,"Luna's disembodied voice sounded. The blonde witch slowly pulled off an invisibility cloak, announcing, "I've been following you two around for ages waiting for you to say that." "Where did you get that cloak?" asked Hermione. "It's Harry's,"she replied, and carefully folded the magical cloak up. "I borrowed it so that I could follow you two." "Don't you want to invite Ron to watch, too?" asked Hermione, clearly not bothered that their audience was growing. "No, Ronald, the dear man, is quite boisterous when he masturbates. I'm afraid he'd distract from the show. I mean, I'll cheer and give encouragement. But Ronald makes loud, nearly screaming, grunting sounds when he pleasures himself." Luna took a seat and commanded, "Well, get on with the show." "You've been following us?" Harry asked. "But that means you watched as Draco tied Hermione up and threatened to molest me." "True," Luna said casually. "And you didn't do anything to stop Malfoy?" the brunette witch asked. "I told you that I wanted to see a sex show. Even though I had hoped that it would be you and Harry, at that point I would've settled for Harry and Draco. I was growing rather desperate." "Enough babbling, get on with the show," Courtney ordered as she took a seat next to Luna. As Hermione stripped Harry - - who still hadn't fully recovered from Hermione tugging on Courtney's tits with her teeth enough to use his hands properly - - Luna asked"Do they take requests?" "Oh, yes,"Courtney answered. "What would you like to see?" "Well, I think he should whack his penis against her face," offered Luna in a sing-song tone. As Hermione opened Harry's trousers, she whispered in his ear; "That does sound exciting doesn't it?" That was when the shock of seeing his girlfriend playing with another witch's tit went away. Encouraged by his kinky lover, Harry pulled /'Harry, Jr.' /out of his pants. "Yeah, penis!"cheered Luna. Smiling, Hermione knelt down, closed her eyes, and waited for the playful blow. Now, since Harry wasn't large, the/ "slap" was more like a "brush." /But nonetheless, both Courtney and Luna cheered loudly and clapped when the action was played out. After the unimpressive but still appreciated/ "cock slap,"/ Harry and Hermione proceeded to give the two witches one hell of a show. There was oral sex, nipple tweaking, sensual massages, and hair tugging. But Luna and Courtney gave the lovers a standing ovation when Harry pushed his fore and middle fingers up Hermione's bottom. Each time Hermione announced an orgasm - - which she did loudly - - the two witches clapped and whistled. And the audience of two began chanting "Swallow, swallow" when it was apparent that Harry was nearing the end. When the show ended and as the two lovers got dressed, Courtney stood and said; "This is always fun. Next time, tell me in advance of a show and I'll bring refreshments." "See you next time," Harry bid the Auror farewell as she walked out of the classroom. "I can't believe I just said that there'll be a/ 'next time.' / God, I've gone kinky." "That was brilliant," Luna said happily. "I'll have to make a Pensieve, so that Ronald and I can revisit this for our own pleasure." "Oh, Luna, I have a question," Hermione began. "Can your father's printing press make books as well as newspapers?" "Yes, certainly,"Luna answered. "What are you planning?" "We're going to make an updated version of The Magic of Making Love," the brunette replied. "Harry and I have come to the conclusion that it would be very beneficial to release it now during this troubling time." "Understandable. And you would get off on the idea of hundreds of people looking at dirty pictures of you two," Luna added. "Oh, please tell me there'll be photos, because I'd gladly be one of those hundreds looking at them." "I reckon there would have to be," Harry said. "You know, to show the reader the proper poses and whatnot." "Then I'll be the one taking the photos!" Luna gushed. "I can't believe I'll be helping Harry Potter and Hermione Granger make a book!" "We'll be using noms de plume, actually," informed Hermione. "Yes, we can admit that we're kinky and have grown to like having people watch, but we'd still like some privacy." "Well, you'll have to alter your features as well then," Luna stated. "Harry is so recognizable that he'd be spotted straight away." "Good point," the brunette agreed. "I'll work on some glamour charms, and we'll start taking photos this weekend" "Hey Luna, how about you and Ron participate? You know, you two can act as models as well. That way, the reader will have two couples to look at," offered Harry. Luna's response was not given in words as much as it was given in kisses. And it wasn't just chaste innocent kisses, but the type of kiss where a bystander might get the impression that one of the parties was trying their best to suffocate the other with their tongue. Harry, who had his hands up in surprise, could do nothing but stand there as the blonde witch dangled from his neck as she assaulted him with her tongue. He looked over at Hermione and was surprised to see that she was smiling as if she found this amusing. "Um, Luna, that's my boyfriend," Hermione stated nonchalantly as the blonde continued to snog Harry. After a good long time, Luna removed herself from Harry. She hopped in place with a bright smile as she said "Oh, thank you Harry! That would be brilliant!" Harry wasn't even given a blink of an eye to recover from Luna's kiss before the blonde pounced on Hermione. Just as she had with Harry, Luna rammed her tongue deep into Hermione's mouth. The only difference between the two kisses was that after a few seconds, Hermione returned the kiss with an equal amount of energy. Apparently she had quickly become accustomed to Luna's kiss and had decided to reciprocate it. The wizard watched in awe as his girlfriend swapped spit with his best mate's wife. He saw their tongues dance and fight with one another, teeth scraping against the other witch's teeth, and their lips pushing each other. Now, it was perfectly normal that this view caused 'Harry, Jr.' to suddenly wake up again. And it was also perfectly normal for a majority of the blood that filled Harry's brain to be rapidly redirected so that the body could reinforce this spontaneous erection. This caused our hero to become light headed and swayed a touch. Luna finally pulled away from Hermione's lips. A thin string of spit still connected the two witches' mouths. "You are energetic, aren't you?" Hermione asked the blonde rhetorically. The blonde licked her lips and happily commented, "So that's what Harry tastes like." She licked her lips once again and added; "I see now why you like to swallow. He's very yummy." "It's the diet I put him on," Hermione replied. "I cannot recommend it enough." Fighting the hemorrhage that was threatening to end his existence, Harry tugged down his trousers, freeing /'Harry, Jr.'/. And after grabbing Hermione about the shoulders, and while he was dragging Hermione back to the table, he asked Luna"You care to stick around for another show?" "Can I help?" the blonde asked. She was so excited that she looked to be on the verge of hyperventilating. "How do you mean?"asked Hermione slightly distracted, as Harry forcibly tore her blouse open. "Well, for starters, I was hoping to hold Harry's organ and guide him into your quivering cunny," she answered. "Luna! How could you ask such a thing?" asked Hermione, a touch scandalized. "Because it would be fun!" she replied. The blonde's enthusiasm was not dampened in the slightest by Hermione's disapproving tone. "What would Ron think?" asked Harry. "Wouldn't he'd be upset if you participated?" "No, Ronald and I discussed this very scenario before I transfigured him into a mouse," Luna answered with her eyes still sparkling wildly. "Why'd you turn Ron into a mouse?" asked Harry. "Isn't it obvious? So he could tag along," Luna said, digging her hand into the pocket of her robe. After a moment, she pulled out her hand and presented a small mouse with flaming red fur sitting in her palm. "I thought he didn't want to watch?" Hermione asked. "Well, he changed his mind," the blonde stated. "He was still too embarrassed by his loud masturbation, so I figured it would be better if he was a mouse. Since his loud grunts would be just tiny mouse squeaks, he could wank himself to his heart's content." "Oh," Harry said, trying not to attempt to decipher Luna's impossible logic. "And I didn't tell you about Ronald when Courtney was here because I felt it would've been inappropriate to tell her that I had a masturbating mouse in my pocket," added Luna. "Of course,"Hermione said as she too tried not to comprehend the blonde witch's thoughts. Luna held the mouse (who was her husband) up to her lips and asked, "Ronald; isn't it all right if I help Harry and Hermione make love?" Surprisingly, the mouse nodded its head emphatically. "See, Ronald says yes," Luna said, and beamed a bright smile at Harry and Hermione. Harry and Hermione shared a look. The brunette shrugged her shoulders, clearly giving Harry permission to say yes. "Sure thing," said Harry. Squealing like a little girl who found out she had gotten a real live pony on Christmas morning, Luna ran up to the table, placing Ron on it. Both the blonde witch and the mouse watched intently as Harry and Hermione continued to strip naked. Hermione laid on her back, and as Harry crawled up on top of her, he asked Luna "You ready?" He was expecting to have her take hold of his manhood like she had asked. "What, no foreplay?" the blonde asked. Before either of the naked lovers could answer Luna's question, she squealed once again. "Oh, I see, you've given me permission to help even more than just guiding. How wonderful!" Luna bent over so rapidly, that Harry's initial thought was that someone had punched her in the gut, causing her to collapse in agony. But obviously, Luna was not in pain. She was just very eager to put/ 'Harry, Jr.' /in her mouth. Harry gasped in surprise when a set of lips and tongue belonging to someone other than his girlfriend enveloped his penis. He was in too much shock to try and recoil away. "LUNA!" screeched Hermione as Luna bobbed twice on Harry's bits. "Oh, I'm sorry,"Luna apologized, wiping the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand. "Where are my manners; it should always be ladies first." The blonde took hold of Hermione's legs behind the knees and rolled them up so that the brunette's bum was in the air. Before Hermione could fight back, Luna dove straight into her exposed shorn muff. As the blonde worked her tongue and lips on Hermione's sensitive bits, the brunette moaned. "/O-o-oh- oh/ -she's rather -/GOOD /-good at this!" Luna paused and commented, "Well, I did learn a good deal from that Pensieve you made for us." And with that, the blonde went back to stimulating Hermione. Harry watched in utter fascination as his lover was eaten out by another witch. When Hermione came, Harry dared to make a suggestion. "It would be rude if Luna didn't get eaten out. You know, tit for tat, and all that." Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him before replying, "Why not?" "Yippee," Luna cheered and began to rapidly strip. Once she was naked, she hopped on the table. The two witches repositioned themselves, allowing Hermione better access to Luna's blonde muff. The moment Hermione's lips touched Luna's flower, Harry almost came. He groaned as he held back his ecstasy. Ron on the other hand had not faired as well. The red mouse had promptly fainted. "Poor guy, he's going to miss one awesome show," Harry said as his attention returned to the two vigorous witches. After a moment, Hermione pulled away and said, "You should really experience Harry's parsletongue magic. It'll blow your mind. "Are you offering?" Luna asked hopefully. "Well, why don't you spread your legs even wider so that Harry and I can both go down on you at the same time," Hermione ordered. Luna did as was requested, and Harry joined his girlfriend. Their cheeks were pressed against each other as their tongues probed and licked Luna's flower. Thanks to two tongues -and Harry's wonderful magic -Luna came in no time. "That was like I was run over by a rampaging curved backed bi-horned plaque eater!" the blonde cheered between pants. "Do it again!" When all was said and done, Harry was one tired man. Not only had Luna commanded that he continue to use his magical tongue on her for twenty minutes, but when after making love to Hermione, he came in his lover's mouth once again. And as before, the brunette gladly shared a messy and sticky kiss with Luna. Watching the two witches play with his mess caused Harry to rapidly get another erection. This erection led to another show, one where Luna once again participated. And in a replay of the earlier activities, she and Hermione shared Harry's discharge. Obviously, this repeated action caused yet another erection. After it was all done, 'Harry, Jr.' was a very, very happy and satisfied organ. Of course it had fallen into a coma, but it was a happy and satisfied coma. SoG Early on Saturday morning, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron walked through the secret underground corridor and into the Shrieking Shack. "Oh, wow," Ron said in amazement as he looked up at the now opulent interior of the Shack. The alterations that Harry had accidentally made when he and Hermione had made love for the first time were still in place. "Okay, you two, you go into one of the bedrooms and change, using that glamour charm I taught you. Harry and I will do the same in another room," Hermione told the other couple. "Sure thing," Ron said while eyeing the impressive staircase. Harry and Hermione made their way to the luxurious master suite. Once there, they parted and entered the separate bathrooms, in order to surprise their partner with their"new" look. The wizard waved his wand over his face and cast one of the many glamour charms that Hermione had told him about. He eyed himself in the mirror and nodded his head in approval. "Are you ready?"he called out to the other bathroom, as he entered the bedroom. "Not just yet,"Hermione answered through the door. "Have you thought of a nom de plume yet?" "Yeah, I'll be'Tim Hunter,'" announced Harry. He felt that it was dashing and suited him to a Tee. "Tim Hunter, I like that," Hermione said. "What's your name going to be?" he asked. "Mona Puckle" she replied. "That's neat,"Harry said. As Hermione continued to change her appearance, Hedwig swooped in through one of the master suite's picturesque windows. The owl landed on the wizard's outstretched arm and presented a letter. Harry note the letter and thanked his familiar. Hedwig hooted happily and flew out the window. Harry opened the post and read a note from Alicia. "Thanks for the information, Harry. After your endorsement, I finally worked up the courage and gave the beads a try. That's why I haven't responded to your post until now. My boyfriend was more than excited to tug those little bad boys out of my bum. We've been playing with it for days on end. Hell, I went to work with them wedged up there - -bending over to pick up packages proved to be a surprising experiment. It was interesting to say the least. If you have any other toys that you'd like to recommend, please don't hesitate to let me know. Love, Alicia" While Harry read the note, Hedwig flew in and out of the room twice. Apparently the owl was dumbfounded that the interior of the Shack was so much larger than the exterior, and she was trying to figure out how this could be possible. "Say hello to 'Mona Puckle'," announced Hermione, as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her now strawberry blonde hair was straight and cut short. Her nose was slightly longer with her cheekbones a touch more predominate on her face. A cute little dimple graced her chin. "Wow, you look smashing," stated Harry, as Hedwig flew out of the room once more. Hermione eyed her boyfriend disapprovingly. "For Heaven's sake, Harry; all you did was change your hair from dark black to dark brown." "No, I covered up my scar, too," Harry protested. As he pointed to his forehead to show off his smooth brow, Hedwig swooped into the room once more, and landed on his arm this time. "You still have your glasses on. And Hedwig's perched on your arm," scolded Hermione. "With just one look, anyone could tell that Harry Potter is Tim Hunter." "I don't know what's wrong with her," he said while looking at his owl as the bird took flight once more. "She keeps yo-yoing in and out of the room." "Come here,"Hermione said. She led Harry into the bathroom she had used and retrieved her wand. She waved it in a complex pattern in front of Harry's face for a full four minutes. When she was done, Harry had short and spiky, dirty blonde hair, a square jaw with a cleft chin, and strong cheekbones. "See, now no one can compare the similarities between Harry Potter and Tim Hunter," Hermione said proudly. The disguised couple left the bedroom and made their way to the game room. There they found Ron and Luna waiting for them in their disguises. Luna had changed the color of her eyes to violet, and now had inky black hair that was so long it hung nearly to her knees. Added to her changed appearance, the witch's cheeks were rounder, both sets of cheeks that is. Ron had lost his gangly appearance with the illusion of an extra fifteen pounds of muscle, and a hint of fat around his waist. His hair was dark black, just as Luna's, and was medium length with wispy curls. With Ron's slightly furrowed brow, deep eyes, and half smile he had magically changed his expression so that he looked cool and calm while in deep thought - - or at least Harry thought it was an illusion, because when Ron normally tried to look like he was in deep thought, he often gave the impression that he was confused and a bit frightened. Luna held up four pairs of black silk eye masks, saying, "I think we should wear these. It will add a touch of sensuality and mystery to the photographs. Also, I believe it will help conceal our identities. If we wear these masks, most people will assume that they are our only means of concealing our identities and won't attempt to investigate further." "That's brilliant, Luna," Hermione said, and took one of the offered masks. She tied it around her head and introduced her alter ego. "Hello, I'm Mona Puckle." "Hi Mona, my name is Perky Weatherby," said Luna as she curtsied. The now black haired witch gestured to Ron, stating, "And this is my partner; Neil Gaiman." "Hello Neil, I'm Tim Hunter," Harry greeted and shook Ron's hand. "I get this strange impression that we've met somewhere before," Ron playfully returned. "How peculiar, I get that impression, as well," Harry said with a laugh. "Have you come up with a name for the book yet?" asked Luna. "Not yet,"Hermione replied. "We'll think of something." "I know, how about/'Books of Magic'/?" offered Harry. "That's brilliant," cheered Ron. "'Books of Magic: the Teachings of Tim Hunter and Mona Puckle, as told to Neil Gaiman!" "What about me?"Luna asked. "Oh, yeah. '...as told to Neil Gaiman and Perky Weatherby," corrected Ron. "If anything, it will have all four of our fake names as authors," Harry said. "Besides, now that I think about it, I believe 'Books of Magic' may already have been written. The last thing I need is to get sued for plagiarism." "All right then, we'll come up with a title later. But for now; let's get started," announced Hermione. "I think we should begin by photographing some stretches and limbering exercises. That way the readers can hold some of the positions for the rituals. And we can loosen up for the rest of the necessary poses." "Should we do it in the nude?" Luna asked. "Why not," Harry answered. The four friends quickly stripped; not embarrassed or concerned with their nudity in the slightest. Hermione walked up to Luna and, while looking directly at her enormous boobs, said, "You know, Luna, I think you've turned me into a bit of a breast connoisseur." She reached forward and took hold of each large tit. Hermione squashed them. The milky white flesh of Luna's ample breasts was compressed between Hermione's fingers. Hermione admitted; "They're simply amazing." While Hermione continued to fondle and jiggle Luna's epic titties, Luna decided to return the favor. She, too, reached out and began playing with Hermione smaller, yet still wonderful, breasts. Nipples were pinched, tits were jiggled, and boobs were squished together as the witches giggled and laughed lightheartedly. After this mutual breast play, Luna looked over at the two practically comatose and openly drooling wizards, and echoed Courtney's earlier diagnosis: "I think we broke them." To Be Continued
Title: 30 Black and big Tags: Fantasm, Anal, Ass to mouth, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Males / Female, Oral Sex, Water Sports/Pissing Introduction: Fran was a big black woman but she enjoyed being picked up for sex Content: OK, I’m thirty, I’m black, I’m big and I’m probably less than average looking but I’m horny a lot and often on the lookout for guys to satisfy my horniness. I’m not fussy. I’ve let myself get picked up by guys from their teens to their sixties, skinny guys, fat guys, tall, short, black, white, Asian, Mexican. I would even let myself be picked up by a green alien guy if I thought he had a cock that would put out the fire in my cunt. My name is Fran. I’m 5’4” and weigh 182 pounds. My skin is the color of milk chocolate unless you look inside my pussy and see that I’m pink in there. I like looking at my pussy in the mirror while I shove a big dildo or something else like a cucumber in and out of it. My hips are probably 38, my waist about 32 and my tits are 40DD’s with big black nipples that always stand out making bumps in all of my blouses. My hair is short, black and curly. I’m no beauty but no-body ever seems to care while they are fucking my pussy, my ass or my throat. When I get in the mood to get picked up and fucked, I dress in an outfit that definitely says I’m looking for some adult fun. Even though I don’t have a great body, I wear a short tight skirt and a blouse that shows a lot of my big tits. Some of them even let the top edge of my areolas peek out. I’ve got heavy duty bras that can hold up my heavy, saggy jugs and push them together for best effect. When I am sitting on a bar stool sipping on the one and only drink I have for the night, with my legs spread showing anyone that wants to look that I am not wearing panties, there is no doubt that I am available for sex. Usually the first guy to walk up and talk to me is the one that gets to fuck me that night, either at my place, his place or in the car. I even went into the men’s room one time and sucked off three guys. I can’t do that again because the bar owner pulled me aside and said that if I ever did, he would not let me come back. To tell him that I was sorry, I blew him behind the bar. I swallowed four loads of cum that night even before taking a guy home and fucking and sucking him for over an hour. I’m a slut and I know it and I like being one. Last night I went to one of the local bars, sat on a stool and ordered the one drink that I would nurse till I made a contact. I had not been there more than about ten minutes when this tall skinny white guy got up from the booth he was sitting at and walked over to me. He was pretty good looking, probably in his mid-twenties, about 6’3” and weighed around 175. Looking at my cleavage more than at my face, he said. “Hi, my name is Dan. Can I get you a drink?” I turned to him, smiled, spread my legs and pushed my chest out. I was feeling especially nasty and not in the mood to waste time with a lot of small talk so I replied, “Hi to you too. I’m Fran. That sounds good as long as the drink you’re offering is cum.” He actually had a shocked look on his face but quickly recovered and said, “That can be arranged but I’m out with my two buddies. Do you mind if they join us?” I quickly answered that it was good with me. We went over to the booth. I slid into the booth and Dan slid in beside me. “This is Frank.” Frank was also white and almost as tall as Dan but not as skinny and probably in his late 30’s. “This is Meteo.” Meteo was a short brown skinned Mexican who was a little on the heavy side and closer to 50 than 40. He was probably five seven and 170 pounds. He was the one sitting next to me on the other side from Dan. Dan asked me if I wanted a drink. “No. This one is enough and we won’t be here that long anyway, will we?” Meteo already had his hand under my skirt and was working it up to my pussy. I pulled my skirt up almost to my waist to make myself more easily accessible to him. His hand quickly found where my legs came together and one of his thick short fingers pushed thru my dense, curly black pubic hair, between my outer cunt lips and found its way into my already wet snatch. He started finger fucking me and I moaned. I looked at Dan, “Where are we going to go?” “I know this really nice spot out in the woods not far from here”, was his reply. It was a clear summer night and the temp was in the 70’s so that sounded good. “We’ll take both cars so we don’t have to come back here after. The guys can take my car and I’ll go with you if that sounds good.” “Sounds good to me”, I replied. When Dan and I got to my car, he suggested that he drive so I would have my hands free. I tossed him the keys. Before we had even gotten out of the parking lot, I had his fly unzipped and his cock out in my hand. He slid the seat back as far as he could and still reach the pedals and I slid my mouth over his thin but eight inch long cock. He drove, I sucked.” I swallowed his first load of cum before we got to the place he was taking us to. When the guys behind us saw my head disappear, they were pretty sure that they knew what was happening. He stopped the car in a clearing in a wooded area on a dirt road next to a small pond. The other car pulled in behind us. Everyone got out. “Hey Dan, it’s not fair to get a head start on us. Is she a good cock sucker?” Dan replied that I was very good. Frank took a blanket out of the car and spread in out in the clearing. He and Meteo roughly pushed me to my knees on the blanket. They quickly dropped their pants and Frank grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his crotch. He was already hard. He had an average six inches but it had a very strong downward curve. I opened my mouth and he pulled my head forward and stabbed his manhood down my throat. I gagged but he did not stop. Holding my head, he throat fucked me hard and fast. Meteo got impatient and pulled me off Franks cock and turned me to his. He was less than six inches but he was the thickest of the three. I had to stretch to get around his meat stick. Dan spoke up, “Take your time guys. We’re not in any hurry. There’s enough of this slut to go around and I’ll bet that she is ready to service us for as long and in any way we want.” Boy was he right. I was ready, willing and able for anything they could dish out. Dan said, “OK Slut strip for us. Get those gallon jugs and that hairy snatch out where we can see them.” I stood up, “My name is Fran.” “We don’t care. We’ll can you Slut or Cunt or Pig or whatever else we feel like calling you.” I didn’t say any more. These guys did not intend to be gentle with me but I didn’t mind. I swayed and removed my clothing. Then they pushed me back to my knees and all three of them moved close to me. My head was pulled to Dan’s cock. I opened my mouth and he slammed himself into my throat. Then I was pulled off and turned to Mateo and he did the same thing. Frank did it next. Frank told me. “Suck hard Fuck Face. Every time we pull a cock out of your mouth, we want to hear it make a pop noise.” They kept passing my throat around and each time a cock came out I made sure I was sucking hard so it made a popping sound. After several minutes of this pass around blowjob, Frank got down on the blanket on his back. “Get the fuck down here and ride my cock.” I put one leg on either side of him, facing his head and squatted down. I took his cock in my hand and lined it up with my fuck hole and dropped down onto it. It felt good to have a cock in me. I pulled up slow and dropped down hard. “Look at those huge tits bounce. Make ‘em bounce, Slut.” My tits bounced so hard that it hurt a little but if the guys wanted to see them bounce, bounce they would. Frank pulled me down and started biting my erect nipples, first one then the other. He bit hard enough that it hurt but I liked it. “Hey Meteo, there’s another hole down there that needs to be filled. Have at it amigo.” I felt a hand touch my ass and then one finger enter my rectum. It was followed by another. “Hold her still Frank. Let me get my cock in that tight ass hole.” Frank held me with my tits pressed against his chest while Meteo positioned himself at my butt. His fingers had loosened me enough that even his thick pecker did not have hard time penetrating my anal ring. It took a couple pushes for him to get fully buried in my ass but soon he was stroking in and out. Frank then started fucking back in my cunt again. They got a rhythm going. One in and one out then do it again and again. After every few stabs at my ass, Meteo would give my ass cheek a hard slap. It hurt and my cheek turned bright red but I loved it. Dan spoke. “Lift up on your hands. You’ve got an empty hole waiting for my cock.” I lifted up and my tits started swinging under me. They dragged over Frank’s chest. Dan brought his equipment to my face and I sucked him in. I opened my mouth and accepted Dan’s rock hard cock. Now I was having all three of my fuckable hole worked hard at the same time. All three were going full depth in my holes. If there is any woman that has not had this experience, I tell you to go for it, you’ll love it. There is nothing hotter in baseball or in fucking than a triple play.” Dan came first and I had to work hard to keep and of his jizz from escaping my mouth and dripping down onto Frank. I didn’t think he would like that and I was enjoying every bit of my salty treat. A couple minutes later, both Frank and Meteo came at about the same time but not till after I had a mind blowing orgasm of my own. I begged them to fuck me hard. All three of my holes were full of wonderful man sauce but the evening was not over with yet. We changed positions several times. Over the next hour or so each of the three guys managed to fill each of my three holes with a load of their cum and I lost count of the number of times they made me come. They even fucked me between my big black tits. Finally I was lying on my back on the blanket. I was breathing hard and I was a mess. The three of them were standing close around with their limp dicks hanging down. Frank was the first to start but after he did it was only seconds before all three of them were pissing on me. They pissed in my hair. They pissed on my pussy and chest. I don’t enjoy golden showers but when Dan ordered me to open my mouth, I did and they pissed in my mouth. I couldn’t help but to swallow some of it. Finally their bladders were drained and the last trickle fell on my face. I got up and went over to the edge of the pond to splash some water on my body to clean up a little bit. As I did that, they picked up the blanket and my clothes and headed for their car. I turned around when I heard the car doors shut and they drove off. Frank leaned out the window, “Thanks for the great fuck, Slut. We’ll see you again sometime.” I realized that I was standing there naked with nothing to put on. They had only left me my purse with my car keys. I had no choice but to drive home naked and my carport at the apartment complex was a good hundred feet from my apartment door. I would have to walk naked from my car to my door. At least it was late and it was not likely that I would be seen. I drove extra carefully because I sure did not want to get pulled over by a cop. Along the way a big rig trucker was able to look down into my car and get a good look at my big tits. He honked his horn and pointed and tried to get me to pull over. I considered it but I had had enough for one night. This morning all my body is sore and aching. My tits are bruised from being slapped so hard. However, I felt fully satisfied and had wonderful memories of what had happened to me last night. My pussy started getting wet from thinking about it and I started thinking about what might happen to me the next time I went out. I took a shower, rubbed myself to one more orgasm, went back to bed and slept till noon. 614
Title: 30 Days Tags: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Fisting, Male / Females, Reluctance, Virginity, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women Content: I shut the door on my parents; they had just left after a 30 day hiatus at my condo. Thank God they were gone. I certainly love my parents but I was in desperate need of private time with my boyfriend, and my girlfriend. Neither of them had I seen because I didn’t want to have to discuss either of them with my parents. I walked over to the phone and dialed Lizzie’s number, she answered on the second ring. Of course she was happy to hear from me and said she would be over in an hour or so. I flashed the phone and waited for the dial tone, dialing my boyfriend he too answered quickly, I invited him over knowing he wouldn’t be over till he got off work. I walked to my room and pulled out a pair of black lacy panties, and a t-shirt that was lite and see through, sexy I thought. I took a shower, and shaved my legs, I ran water in the tub, and put the stopper in the drain. I lay back in the tub, and lathered my pussy up. Taking the razor I spread my legs and rested them on the sides of the tub. Running the razor back over my pussy lips until they were nice and smooth. I spread my lips apart and shaved along the edge and just on the inside until there was nothing left but a nice slick little pussy. I got out of the tub toweled off, and got dressed. I brushed out my long dark hair, and heard a knock at the door. I walked to the living room, looking out the side window I saw Liz, I felt an instant throbbing in my pussy. I opened the door, standing behind it since I was barely dressed. She walked in, and smiled when she saw me. Her arms went around my waist as I kissed her deeply on the lips my tongue parting her lush lips in search of her hot tongue. I could barely get her in and the door closed when she had my shirt up and her hot thick lips were on my tits, sucking, and kissing. Her teeth clamped around my hard nipples and she nibbled on first my right tit then my left. I felt my breath get stuck in my throat as my hands clamped on to her ass as I hung on. She walked me backwards to an arm chair. She shoved me down, and pulled my panties off. She moaned when she saw my fresh slick little pussy, she spread my legs and her mouth was instantly around my little pussy. She put her entire mouth over my mound and that probing tongue found its way between my slit into my cunt. My body arched in response to the consistent licking of her tongue on my clit, my inner lips into my pussy hole and back to my clit. The rhythm was almost earth shattering for me, when I felt her fingers slide into my pussy. First she slid in two fingers then three, she banged my pussy hard and fast, I was close to cuming as I watched her fingers sliding in and out of my bare little pussy. As my legs stiffened a shower of cum sprayed from my hot little snatch all over her tits, and her face. She smiled widely rather than letting me stop, she proceeded to shove another finger into my cunt, she then slid in her thumb, I had all of her fingers into my pussy. I watched as my pussy stretched further than I knew was possible. My outer and inner lips hugged her fingers as she slid in and out slowly at first and then faster and faster. I could feel my climax mounting again, as I felt my pussy give and suck in the rest of her hand. I looked between my legs and was surprised to find her entire hand put to her wrist inside my sweet little puss. I moaned loudly as she shoved more and more inside of me, as I felt another huge orgasm leave me, she was again covered I squirted all over her once again, in her face and all over her tits, dripping off of her nipples that were hard. She pulled her hand out, as I looked down at my gapping snatch it was still opened up wide and looked wonderful. Her tongue and lips went into the big hole she had created. Immediately I came again, I rose up from the chair and kissed her on the lips, the neck down to her tits. She had nice round tits, with hard brown nipples that stood at attention nicely. I loved to look at her naked she was so sexy. I moved my hands up and down her body ensuring that I kneaded her ass as I worked my way down. She stood and we walked into my bedroom, as I entered my bedroom, she was already splayed out on my bed. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a huge strap on that I had. I saved this just to fuck her on special occasions. I strapped it around my waist and adjusted the big dick to hang off my shaved little pussy. I climbed up on the bed and moved up to her mouth. I put the big hard dildo into her mouth fucking her mouth making her suck more and more of it into her hot throat. She gagged and tried to shake her head free of the hard cock, I was relentless, i fucked her throat thrusting again and again until her eyes watered, and her face was red. As I pulled the hard cock out of her mouth she was panting hard. I moved back down between her legs. I was far from gentle with her, I just wanted to fuck. I hadn’t fucked anyone for 30 days with my visitors and damn I was going to get it all today if I had to fuck for hours until I collapsed. I slid the big purple strap on into her little pussy. She didn’t shave as I did the hair was thick and red, curly and sweet smelling. I parted her lips and slid the head of the big cock into her. She moaned, with the next shove I was completely into her cunt. She inhaled sharply, I knew it hurt her because she was always very right. She had never been fucked by a guy before, she was tight and hot, and extremely slick and wet. I set the rhythm fucking her harder and faster, she hung onto my hips and pulled me further and further as she came. I became aware of someone standing behind me. As I watched her reach orgasm I became aware of a presence over my shoulder, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her beautiful pussy filled with my purple cock. As she rocked I turned around to find my boyfriend standing behind me watching, I didn’t know what to say. As I turned further around I found he had his cock in his hand stroking it slowly. My eyes went to his, he smiled at me, and I motioned with my head to come to the bed. Liz still had her eyes closed and was breathing hard. I eased the cock out of her pussy, as my boyfriend replaced me. I instructed her to keep her eyes shut I had a surprise for her. She did as she was told. I pinched her hard nipples between my fingers roughly she moaned again as he slid his cock into her cunt, he had moved it in and out three or four times, before she realized it wasn’t me that was fucking her. Her eyes flew open before she could protest I shoved my right tit into her mouth. She tried to get away from me, but I was relentless. My fella was even more brutal, he knew that Liz had never been with a guy, he was not moving gently or slow, he fucked her. He drove his hard cock all the way up to his balls over and over into her virgin little pussy. She had stopped fighting and was sucking my tit, I put my thumb on her clit and began to rub in conjunction with his cock pumping her. She was coming, she quivered and spread her legs even further as his cock rammed her over and over. I had moved down to her pussy holding it open so I could watch his hard cock slam her cunt. I began to lick his cock as it slid out of her little creamy hole each time. She was cumming in my face she squirted my face in my mouth as I tried to swallow her hot salty load. He was getting close as well, he pulled his cock out, and picked her legs up. I knew what he was doing but she sure didn’t. He spread her legs like he would split her open and slammed his rock hard dick into her asshole. In one quick stroke he was in and ramming her little asshole. She screamed and dug her fingernails into my ass, it was the closest thing to her. He didn’t stop he fucked her hard, and rough slamming her asshole over and over, when he jerked it out and grabbed it in his hand and spewed his hot milky load into my face, he moaned loudly over and over as he continued to spew cum into my mouth and on my face. I moved up to her face, she began to lick his cum off of my face. My boyfriend collapsed beside us on the bed, but I was still horny and wanted to fuck. I left the two of them trying to rest on the bed, I walked up the hallway and onto the back porch, I whistled loudly and my Great Dane came running up the walk and into the house. I led him to the bedroom, I was going to give them both a show. Fucking my dog was something I had done many times but never in front of anyone. I walked in with the dog, as they both rose up to see what I was doing. No one spoke I sat on the floor and spread my legs supporting my back against the wall. The dog knew what to do, he immediately stuck his long hot tongue into my pussy hole, and he licked as I stroked my clit. It was turning my boyfriend on his cock was rock hard again, as I looked at him. The hot tongue was more than I could stand, I was close to cumming, as I watched Liz begin to suck his cock, he was on his knees and she was in front of him taking his cock into her throat. I flipped over and got on my knees, making sure my man had a good view of my cunt the dog mounted me his long dick slipping into my slit, his nails scratched my back but I didn’t care, I was crazy at that point, my pussy throbbed and I wanted to spew my cum everywhere. The dog pushed and pumped until his knot shot into my pussy, it didn’t hurt because Liz had been fisting me not more than an hour ago. I was going to cum, Liz’s lips were wrapped around his cock sucking and slobbering, and gagging it down. He had his hand on her head as he crammed his hard dick into her mouth. The dog fucked me hard and relentlessly as well, I felt him dump his cum deep into my puss. I was still as he waited for his knot to go down. It popped out like pulling a suction cup off of a window, the dog moved on. I quickly stood up, and went to the bed. I pulled Liz off of my boyfriend’s hard cock and shoved her down on the bed. I climbed on top of her, and straddled her face my pussy wide open over her mouth. I reached behind me and grabbed my man’s cock in my hand and began to stroke him hard. I could feel the cum from my pussy running out and I knew it was all over her face and mouth, I could feel her lips brush my pussy as she tried to swallow the acidic load that filled me up. My boyfriend was ready to cum, I moved off of her face and moved my ass around for him, and he plunged his dick into my asshole. It hurt like hell but I didn’t care, I came I squirted all over the bed, and the floor as I came. He filled my asshole full. I collapsed onto the bed, my needs had been filled for the time being. I lay between them both drifting off to sleep, knowing as I was drifting that it wasn’t over I’d be fucking these two all night long.
Title: 30 giorni, 30 peccati (in italian, sorry) Tags: True Story Introduction: Complici le vacanze e una vecchia nonna sorda due ragazzi scoprono i piaceri e le gioie di un sesso perverso e proibito. Poi tornano i genitori e tutto finisce, però... qualcosa è cambiato. Content: 1 - Mi fa male, stasera – sussurrò la sorella nel buio ma quello scemo di Renè non si decideva ad andarsene in camera sua. - Ieri pomeriggio hai spinto troppo, idiota! - Renè sbuffò ma non mollò. Era inginocchiato per terra affianco al suo letto e con la mano sotto le lenzuola continuava a cercare di intrufolarsi sotto la sua vestaglietta. - Devi andartene, non deve succedere più, lo capisci? - - Solo un’ultima volta – sussurrò il fratello nel buio – è troppo bello! - Giorgia ripensò a quel mese incredibile... tutto era cambiato e lei non riusciva a raccapezzarsi in quella situazione che sapeva essere peccaminosa… eppure, era stato tutto così naturale e stupefacente al tempo stesso: sensazioni mai provate. Il giorno dopo sarebbero tornati i genitori; erano stati fuori per un’operazione tutto Luglio e i due ragazzi erano rimasti con la nonna, anziana e sorda. Tutto era cominciato quasi per caso, la mattina che la nonna era andata a prendere la pensione. Giorgia era nella vasca, stava finendo di fare il bagno e Renè entrò. La prendeva in giro ma lei si accorse che la guardava in modo curioso; poi il ragazzo, tra una battuta e l’altra, minacciò di fare pipì nella vasca. La sorella aveva intravisto altre volte il coso del fratello ma mai così da vicino: duro e stizzito, come fosse un ramo lievemente storto. Quell’arnese aveva attirato il suo sguardo in maniera ipnotica e il ragazzo ne aveva approfittato. -Vuoi vedere una cosa segreta? - disse cercando di conquistare la sua curiosità. Teneva il membro all'altezza del viso di lei e Giorgia faceva del suo meglio per non guardare ma era impossibile. - Lo vuoi vedere lo sperma? - disse borioso quel discolo di Renè. - Perché, tu hai dello sperma? - disse sua sorella ingenuamente. - Certo – disse Renè vanitoso – Lo vuoi vedere? – Lei provò un certo calore in tutto il corpo e arrossì. - Mi esce da qui! – e si guardò il cazzo, che si era più grosso di quanto Giorgia avesse potuto immaginare. - Ecco – disse – faccio così e tra poco mi esce dalla punta, guarda bene! - Il ragazzo prese una posa molto seria; Giorgia ne seguiva attentamente le mosse. Con la sinistra si teneva la maglietta sopra la pancia: si vedeva bene quel fungo che gli spuntava tra le gambe. Con la mano destra se lo faceva scivolare in mano. Giorgia guardava senza formarsi un idea precisa, si rendeva conto che quello che stavano facendo era proibito ma, presa così alla sprovvista, non fu in grado di porre un freno alla tresca. Era eccitante e poi aveva sete di conoscere certi segreti, l’avrebbero messa in posizione privilegiata con le amiche. Naturalmente, seduta nella vasca, teneva una mano proprio tra le cosce e, spontaneamente, si carezzava il clitoride gonfio. Renè continuava rapidamente, teneva le gambe ritte e strette, per spingere il cazzo più in fuori possibile. - Togli la mano e fammi vedere le tette! - lei non voleva ma lui insistette e minacciò di andare via senza farle vedere più niente. Giorgia l’accontentò. Tante volte l'aveva spiata, adesso i seni prorompenti della sorella erano tutti per lui, li toccò con le dita, carezzandoli, morboso. - Vieni più vicino, adesso - comandò Renè e la ragazza non si volle opporre all'ordine del fratello, si vedeva che lo voleva troppo! A pochi centimetri dal pene, lo vide fermarsi. - Eccolo, sto cacciando... - disse lui per pura libidine. Grosse gocce lattiginose schizzarono sui seni e sul viso di Giorgia, le prime erano piccolissime ma dopo arrivarono quelle più corpose e cocenti: lei voleva svenire per il piacere, così nuovo. 2 Tutto era cominciato così. Con la nonna sorda, per un mese i due si erano dedicati al sesso, come fossero impazziti. La loro stessa ingenuità faceva da sprone a nuove scoperte. Giorgia cominciò a farlo sborrare con le seghe, per ritrovare il profumo di quello sperma che tanto l’aveva eccitata. Poi si fece coraggio: e iniziò a prenderlo in bocca; qualche giorno dopo, imparò a bere la sborra calda. Impararono insieme a leccare e succhiare; il fratello ricambiava, toccava e suggeva bene fino a farla venire con le labbra e la lingua. Renè era troppo giovane per crearsi problemi di erezione e così tenne una media di circa sei eiaculazioni, tra il giorno e la notte, che cercavano di passare insieme. Ogni occasione era buona, le sporcava le mani, la bocca, ogni parte del corpo. Dopo i primi giorni di giochi, una notte la raggiunse nel suo letto: però quella volta voleva di più. Giorgia sapeva benissimo cos'era la verginità e ne temeva le correlazioni. - Non ci pensare nemmeno – disse – dentro non te lo faccio mettere … - - Allora te lo metto nel buco di dietro! - disse il ragazzo. - Sei matto? – replicò la sorella sospettosa – mica si mette, lì? – - Si che si mette, scema! Tutti i ragazzi cominciano così … - e si perse nel vago. - Cosa vuoi dire? Anche tu lo fai? – - Noi ragazzi, quando siamo da soli ci giochiamo… ci poggiamo il coso dietro e spingiamo; l'ho fatto con Francesco, io. – Mentre parlava, il maledetto si era già infilato sotto le lenzuola e le pressava il pene sui reni, per farle sentire quant'era duro. - Ma solo poggiare, senza entrare nel buchetto? - disse mentre iniziava a sudare. I rapporti continui la tenevano in un perenne stato di eccitazione, quasi fosse ninfomane. - Solo poggiarlo, non entro, parola! - disse Renè mentre già le alzava la vestaglietta liberando il culo a mandolino di sua sorella. Con perspicacia, Renè abbassò il viso fino al culo di lei: liberata dalle mutandine, iniziò a leccarla. Giorgia, si inarcò, per farsi lavorare anche in figa. Renè era bravissimo e iniziò a dedicarsi al buchetto e con la lingua ne apprezzò il sapore e l’odore aspro. Giorgia era sconvolta da quel piacere che non avrebbe immaginato di poter provare. Si sentiva aperta, profanata e disponibile; lei stessa cominciò a desiderare ardentemente di provare cosa si sentiva durante la penetrazione, ma tacque. Il fratello non era mai stato con un’altra. Da una parte ardeva per farsela, dall'altra non sapeva bene cosa lo aspettava. Ma il desiderio non ascoltava ragioni, a un certo punto, la fece stendere supina e le sali addosso, cercando di non pesarle troppo. Fecero una serie di tentativi approssimativi, un paio di volte rischiò di scivolarle nella figa e per lei era difficile resistere alla tentazione. Poi riuscì a puntare l’ano, aiutandosi con le dita. Però diede un paio di spinte in modo sbagliato, procurandole una fitta e tanto spavento. Il cazzo era troppo duro e grosso per essere adoperato con legge-rezza. Finalmente le mise il glande nella fessura e la allargò in maniera repentina. Giorgia urlò e se lo tolse di sopra con uno spintone. - Sei pazzo? Mi hai fatto male! - si voltò sul fianco, offesa e dolorante. Renè, mortificato, si rassegnò e si stese sul letto, sperando almeno in una sega liberatoria ma poi si addormentarono, sopraffatti dalla stanchezza. Qualche ora dopo, il ragazzo si svegliò, ancora duro. Al suo fianco, Giorgia dormiva, iniziò a carezzarla tutta, approfittando che era già nuda. Non rinunciò e, lubrificandola a forza di saliva, le puntò di nuovo il sedere. Il buco, rilassato, era cedevole e comunque aveva risentito della botta della sera prima. Lui pian piano fece scorrere il glande attraverso il suo prepuzio e le invase il culo. Il giorno scoprirono che c’era del sangue sul lenzuolo e che era di Renè. Nel rapporto violento gli si era spezzato il filetto del pisello e ancora gli faceva male. Il ragazzo era terrorizzato e non voleva nemmeno vederla, per paura di intostare. 3 La domenica successiva la nonna andò a messa e poi a pranzo dalla sorella. I ragazzi non riuscirono a resistere, ora che avevano rapporti completi, giocarono a “marito e moglie”. Giravano nudi per casa, spadellando, guardando la tele ma, soprattutto facendo sesso, continuamente, in ogni posto della casa e in ogni posizione. Non si contarono le volte che vennero: insieme, o separatamente. Passarono un’altra settimana di passione. L’uso continuo rese il culetto di Giorgia completamente disponibile, morbido e arrendevole come una vagina. Il fratello poteva incularsela in qualsiasi momento della giornata, anche nel sonno qualche volta. Si passava un po’ di saliva sul glande e la montava immediatamente: lei per facilitarlo, girava sempre per casa senza mutandine. Le piaceva essere presa, anche controvoglia. Quasi incurante, della penetrazione anale, godeva a fare l’oggetto degli orgasmi di lui. Qualche volta, Renè le arrivava alle spalle, magari in cucina, che già si stava masturbando perso nei suoi pensieri proibiti. Allora Giorgia già sapeva cosa fare: si alzava la gonna e si chinava di quel poco che avrebbe reso scorrevole la penetrazione. Se ne stava lì tranquilla, anche vari minuti a volte, finché dai movimenti del fratello e dal respiro, capiva che era quasi all'acme, allora si allargava le natiche con le dita in modo che il suo buco sfiancato fosse facilmente rintracciabile dal fratello, che entrava subito. Entrava nella sorella all'ultimo momento, spesso non la inculava neppure una volta: entrava, come un treno in galleria, ed emetteva tutto il liquido, depositandolo nelle budella di Giorgia e lasciandola piena. Lei nemmeno si puliva, si limitava a indossare gli slip e aspettava, continuando nelle sue faccende. Le piaceva ricordare ciò che il fratello le aveva fatto mentre sentiva la sua sborra che a fiotti discontinui, ritornava fuori, a volte scorrendo all’interno delle cosce. 4 - Ti ho detto di no! – Erano nel letto e lui le era già sopra - Mi fa male il culo, lo capisci? - Forse per le sollecitazioni, una pallina si era formata sullo sfintere e il loro ultimo rapporto aveva rotto l’emorroide. - Allora lo metto davanti! - disse Renè, incapace di rinunciare. Non riusciva a rassegnarsi che tutto stava per finire. Giorgia era pur sempre una donna e comunque si eccitava. Renè era in vantaggio, già tra le sue gambe aperte, col cazzo che voleva entrare. I suoi 'No' divenivano sempre più fievoli, finché con un colpo solo, inarrestabile, il fratello la deflorò. Il dolore durò un attimo, lancinante ma svanì presto. Il piacere in vagina annientò la ragazza con un’onda elettrica: le bloccava il respiro. Il fratello viaggiava deliziosamente su e giù e le allargava il nido; lei si avvinghiava alle sue reni con le gambe alzate, per non perdere quel contatto lussurioso. La chiavata durò a lungo, con languida e cadenzata monotonia. Entrambi i giovani avrebbero ricordato quel piacere per sempre. Senza bisogno delle dita, la vagina trasmise l’ orgasmo a tutto il corpo. Venne a lungo, orgasmi ripetuti, irrefrenabili e perse ogni contatto con la realtà. Renè, più preso di lei, a furia di colpi, si lasciò andare e sborrò nei meandri più profondi della sorella, con lunghe pompate. La frittata era fatta! Quando Renè lo tirò fuori, floscio, Giorgia corse al cesso per lavarsi e irrigarsi la figa, terrorizzata al solo pensiero delle possibili conseguenze di quel gesto irresponsabile. La sorte fu benigna con i due ragazzi e, per un caso irripetibile, Giorgia non rimase incinta. Il giorno dopo tornarono i genitori e tutto cambiò, definitivamente. FINE Giovanna, Agosto 2013
Title: 31Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Thirty One: Tootsies and Booksies 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 Thirty One: Harry and Hermione’s book gets printed and an old threat returns to loom over our hero’s head. Harry and Hermione were about to finish performing The Double-Up Ward for the photo session. They considered this ritual to be key to the different protections being offered in their book, as this particular ward increased the strength and efficiency of all the other wards placed on the house of the participants by nearly one-hundred percent. This ritual was also especially enjoyable to perform as it called for the use of three of Hermione’s favorite toys: her anal beads, ball-gag, and a leather covered paddle. These toys were tied, inserted, and whacked much to her pleasure. It also required that Harry take a double dose of virility potion because after he came in her cunny, he had to promptly remove the anal-beads and sodomize her. A task which our young hero felt was his privilege to complete. While Harry simultaneously buggered and paddled his happily gagged girlfriend, Luna, who had retrieved the discarded anal beads, was sniffing the hard rubber toy out of intellectual curiosity while Ron wanked himself and snapped pictures of the sex ritual – fortunately, the magical camera only needed one hand to operate, allowing the red haired wizard to relieve himself without neglecting his responsibilities as photographer. A moment before Harry climaxed for the second time, another powerful orgasm hit Hermione. A touch of her drool had sprayed out of the corners of her mouth and the ball-gag as she screamed in ecstasy. After unloading a warm, sticky and very personal present in Hermione’s naughty place, Harry unclasped and removed the ball-gag letting Hermione take in a long, shuttering breath. Luna placed the rubber toy under her arm so that she could applaud. “Bravo,” cheered the blonde. “That was fantastic!” “I can’t feel my toes,” commented Hermione, with a satisfied glow to her face and body. Of course, that glow was significantly more pronounced on her spanked bottom, but that should go without saying. After helping Hermione stand and guiding her to a comfy chair, Harry asked his friends, “What ritual should we do next?” “How about the Degnoming Ritual?” offered Luna after she checked the list of rituals. Harry looked at his girlfriend, who was wriggling her toes while smiling and stating “Nope, still can’t feel them. You really did a good job, Harry,” and the wizard sighed. The fact that he had shagged a portion of his girlfriend numb would normally be a noteworthy benchmark for the young wizard. However, having numb toes would hinder the Degnoming Ritual. This meant that either they would have to wait for Hermione to recover, or let Ron and Luna be the couple to perform the ritual. This, in Harry’s opinion, didn’t bode well. Picking up on Harry’s apprehension, Ron announced “Don’t worry, mate. Luna and I can do it.” “Are you sure?” the black haired wizard asked dubiously. It was a very simple ritual to execute: the couple had to take the missionary, and the witch needed to have her toes spread out wide while the wizard had to bend his left knee and hold his left foot in the air throughout the ritual. Ron and Luna had already performed a few dozen of the simpler rituals that had been created for the book. Unfortunately, the married couple had performed less of a third of them correctly. Sometimes they didn’t hold the position properly or, on more than one occasion, Ron “missed” his target and penetrated the wrong tender entrance on his wife. These fouled up rituals led to some very bad side-effects, including fires, toilets overflowing and flooding the loo, and windows shattering to name a few disasters. “How can we possibly muck this one up?” Ron asked rhetorically, dismissing Harry’s concerns. Acknowledging that the Degnoming Ritual was the simplest procedure he and Hermione had created, Harry nodded his head – giving Ron the go-ahead – and took his place behind the camera. Harry shook his head in disappointment the moment Ron and Luna began making love. Ron kept kicking out his legs with each thrust, while Luna alternated between stretching out her toes and flexing them. Both of their actions utterly ruined the ritual. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Harry snapped a picture. He figured he would simply add these photos to the pile of Ron and Luna’s failed attempts. Once the married couple had completed the botched ritual, Harry looked out one of the windows when he heard some odd grunts emanating from outside. Peering down, Harry saw scores and scores of ugly gnomes milling about the exterior of the Shrieking Shack. Instead of repelling gnomes from the house and surrounding area, the muffed ritual drew the pesky creatures toward it. SoG SoG SoG The sun began to set on Sunday night as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna cleaned up the Shack. This was a time consuming chore, seeing how the couples had sex scores of times all throughout the magically expanded house. Each room required several passes with cleaning charms in order to remove the ample amounts of semen and other sticky forms of residue that had accumulated during the previous three days. While they each removed the various glamour charms and reverted to their natural appearances, Hermione asked Ron and Luna, “Do you want to go into Hogsmeade for something to eat?” “No, you two go ahead. Ronald and I have some excess sexual energy to burn off,” Luna informed them. “How can you have any more energy?” asked Harry. “We’ve all had so much sex over the last three days that I think my penis is in a coma.” “I’m beat. I’m not even going to think about sex for a week,” agreed Hermione. Knowing his girlfriend and how utterly kinky she was, Harry doubted Hermione’s statement would hold up. “My Ronald is a super-charged-love-bunny,” Luna said and she smiled happily. “He can go for days and days. I’d offer for you to watch, but you’ve seen us have sex one-hundred and twenty-one times since we began photographing the many rituals for the book.” “You counted?” asked Harry in surprise. “Of course I did. And Ronald gave me three hundred and twelve wonderful orgasms,” Luna returned lightly as if Harry’s question was silly. “I told you, my Ronald’s a super-charged-love-bunny.” “What can I say; when you’ve got it, you’ve got it,” Ron said, his chest puffing up with pride. “C’mon sweetie, let’s make that three hundred and thirteen.” “Oh, at least,” chirped Luna. “Have fun you two,” said Harry and he led Hermione out of the Shrieking Shack. The moment the door closed, they could hear Ron and Luna’s moans of pleasure. “Let’s go to Madam Puddifoots,” offered Hermione over Luna’s emphatic shout of “OH GOD YES! RIGHT THERE!” “They serve food there?” asked Harry as he tried to ignore the loud squelching sound from behind the door. “Sandwiches and the like, I believe,” Hermione said and led her boyfriend away from the noisy Shack. When they entered the teashop, Harry was struck at how dark it was inside: only a few candles were lit. Harry assumed that this was intentional; the lack of light was supposed to enhance the romantic mood of the teashop. A plump and jolly witch, obviously Madam Puddifoot herself, greeted Harry and Hermione at the door and led them to a table. “I’ve never been in here before,” commented Hermione in a hushed tone. Even though there was only one other couple in the restaurant, Hermione didn’t want anyone to be disturbed by – or listen in on – their conversation. “This is my second time,” stated Harry. With a coy smile, he added playfully “You’re not going to pout and whine like Cho did, are you?” “I’m no hosepipe, thank you very much,” the brunette said with a chuckle. After the waitress took their order – Harry had butterbeer and a cucumber sandwich, while Hermione ordered elf-wine and a liverwurst and lettuce sandwich – Harry’s eyes adjusted enough to take in the shop. Tiny, cheap decorations littered the teashop and the damn cherubs that had been present when he and Cho had a date there were still all over the place. Then Harry noticed the only other customers; they were sitting against the wall a few feet away, looking into each other’s eyes. “Courtney? Malfoy?” he asked in surprise. “What are you two doing here?” asked Hermione. “Oh, just going on a date,” informed Courtney. She had a pleasant – but naughty – smile on her lips whereas Draco looked like he was in some duress. Sweat coated his deeply furrowed brow, and his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His eyes, which were firmly fixed on the Auror in training, were half closed but they burned intensely. “Is he okay?” asked Harry. “Oh, yeah, he’s just peachy,” announced Courtney. To prove this point, the witch bent over, took hold of the edge of the tablecloth, and flipped it up over their empty plates. Because of the darkened interior of the teashop, Harry couldn’t see the area under the table too clearly. All he could tell was that Courtney’s shoes were off and had been placed to the side. He strained his eyes in order to see what Courtney was trying to show them. “Here, let me give you a hand,” offered Courtney. She pulled out her wand and pointed it under the table. “Lumos.” The image Harry saw when the beam of light from Courtney’s wand illuminated the space under the table both amazed and shocked him. Courtney had her bare feet in Draco’s lap. And there, in between her feet, was ‘Draco, Jr.’ so to speak. For several seconds, Harry couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene before him. He was transfixed by the aforementioned amazing and shocking sight. Courtney worked her feet, rubbing, stroking, and massaging Draco’s hard shaft. Her toes flexed and she deftly pinched his spongy crown between her surprisingly dexterous digits. Using the arch of her left foot to hold Draco’s cock in place, Courtney dragged the ball and toes of her right down the underside of his shaft. The blond wizard rolled his head back and groaned as Courtney squeezed his manhood between her feet. Mercifully, Harry was finally able to look away. It didn’t bother him that Courtney was giving a bloke a foot-job. What was troubling Harry was the fact that the John Thomas that Courtney was rubbing with her feet belonged to Draco. That would scare any rational person, he thought. In order to avert his eyes from the sight, Harry fixed his gaze on Hermione. Unlike Harry, Hermione was unable to look away. Her expression was a mixture of interest, wonder, and disgust – Harry felt it was safe to assume that she felt interest and wonder over Courtney’s talented tootsies and the same level of disgust that Harry had over seeing Draco’s exposed and erect member. “That’s amazing, Courtney,” congratulated Hermione with her nose scrunched up in distaste. “It’s not too shabby, is it?” the Auror in training said with pride. “Some girls can tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue. I can use my toes to unzip a bloke’s trousers, pull his beef out, and wank him off. Which do you think is the more useful talent out of the two?” Then, Draco grunted loudly and Courtney giggled girlishly. Clearly he had just blown his load and shot it all over her feet and shins. Hermione politely applauded and stated, “You are a master, Courtney.” “Thank you,” the witch replied and bowed her head, accepting Hermione’s praise. “Watch this.” He knew he was going to regret it, but Harry couldn’t help but turn his attention back to the other couple. He watched as Courtney took hold of Draco’s softening member between her feet, she pushed the fleshy organ back into his trousers, and then she pinched his zipper between her first two toes and zipped his trousers shut. “Ta-da!” cheered Courtney, throwing her arms over her head triumphantly. “So I take it you two have hit it off?” asked Hermione. Draco blushed and smiled demurely. The fact that Harry could refer to another bloke’s expression with such feminine terms frightened our hero. Did Harry subconsciously detect a touch of femininity in his school-nemesis? Harry gulped; perhaps he wasn’t out of the dreaded “Draco wants to bugger me” predicament as he had previously thought. “No, we’re horrible together,” Courtney playfully replied to the brunette’s question. “Of course we hit it off, you silly witch! Do I need to show you his spunk on my feet as evidence to prove this?” “Please don’t,” Hermione winced. “Well, you two enjoy your dinner,” Courtney said and stood. She took the blond wizard’s hand and guided him out of his seat. “Draco and I are going to take care of his virginity problem.” “Courtney,” Draco said with embarrassment. “And just think, a few days ago you believed that Harry would be the one to pop your cherry,” Courtney returned impishly. Draco’s blush deepened. “Of course, that would’ve happened after you buggered him.” At this point, Draco was such a brilliant red that he looked as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the Gobi Desert and had received a severe sunburn from the exposure. This change in complexion warned Harry that Draco was not ashamed of his failed plan to woo and seduce the black haired wizard. In fact, Harry assumed that his school-nemesis was nervous and a little embarrassed by it, but not opposed to it. Harry’s concern that Draco still held a flame for him worsened. As Draco’s face continued to glow, Harry’s turned pale. “Ta’,” Courtney said with a wave and she led Draco out of the tea shop. While the other couple was still within earshot, Harry could hear Courtney say affectionately to the blond wizard, “I’m going to conjure up a bit of silk ribbon and tie it around the base of your cock – not only to wrap it as a present to myself, but to help you from cumming too quickly.” Harry, who was still fretting over Draco’s dubious orientation, had not noticed the naughty look in his girlfriend’s eyes. He was drawn out of his bothersome thoughts when he felt a pair of bare feet slide into his lap. “Err, what are you doing?” he asked as Hermione’s feet fumbled gently on his crotch. “Trying something new,” she replied. Harry recalled his earlier assumption that his kinky girlfriend had spoken too soon when she said earlier she wouldn’t even think about sex for days. The show that Courtney had given them had only encouraged Hermione and her sexually adventurous streak. After a moment of clumsy motions of attempting to grab hold of his zipper between her toes, she requested “Open your trousers and pull ‘Harry, Jr.’ out.” It appeared that Hermione was concentrating on the task at foot to use the proper term for penis and had instead used Harry’s pet nickname for his manhood. Not being one to pass an opportunity at any form of sex, Harry willingly did as requested. Hermione held the tip of her tongue between her teeth and had one eye shut in concentration. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was just starting to wake up – the organ was more than eager to try something new – when something horrible happened. You see, if either Harry or Hermione had asked Courtney, she would’ve possibly told them that they needed to practice a bit before jumping right into the delicate art of a foot-job. Perhaps some time spent using a banana in proxy for the real thing until Hermione got the required gentle force and dexterity down. Unfortunately, the young couple discovered first hand (or is that first foot in this case?) that without hours of trial and error performed on inanimate objects to learn the intricacies of foot-jobs, mistakes happen. The particular mistake that Hermione committed dealt with her losing control and accidentally dropping the heel of her foot on Harry’s tender and hypersensitive testicles. When the waitress came back with the two sandwiches and drinks, she must have been quite surprised to see Hermione who had her wide, guilt-filled eyes fixed on Harry as he had his head on the table with tears of pain welling up in his eyes. Once the waitress left, Hermione asked “I’m going to have to work a lot to make this up to you, aren’t I?” “Yes, yes you are,” Harry half groaned, half whimpered. SoG SoG SoG For the next two weeks, all of Hermione’s free time was entirely devoted to writing the book and serving her punishment for accidentally dropping her foot on Harry’s genitals. This retribution was paid with blowjobs while he ate breakfast, intense spanking sessions after morning lessons before lunch, anal sex in cupboards after dinner, and tittie-shagging before they fell asleep. As punishments went, Hermione thought hers were fairly enjoyable – especially the buggering and paddling. It was decided upon by Harry and Hermione that since most of the photos of Luna and Ron showed the improper way to perform the rituals that the magical pictures of the married couple would be used in the book as warnings in a “Do Not Attempt the Rituals This Way” section. Each of that pair’s photos would contain alerts, notifying the reader the dangers of performing the ritual incorrectly. Such as drawing gnomes in droves or setting the house on fire. To create the various pages of the book, Hermione used Sticking Charms to attach a photo onto a piece of parchment. She would then write lengthy directions, precautions, and a list of benefits under the photos. Even using wizarding photographs, some rituals needed multiple photos and several pages of directions, warning, and benefits. Once she was finished writing each page, she cast a special charm to turn her writing into block letters to make it look professional. Finally, after hundreds of pages were composed and properly illustrated, Hermione set her quill down and announced proudly, “My first book is finished!” This was promptly followed by the brunette witch growling like a hungry puma and pouncing on Harry before shagging his brains out. “CALL ME AN AUTHOR AND SLAP MY BOTTOM!” she cried out as she pounded herself on Harry’s lap, forcibly driving ‘Harry, Jr.’ into her sex. SoG SoG SoG “Luna, have you talked to your father about printing our book yet?” Hermione asked during lunch the next day. “Yes, he informed me through a post I received yesterday that he’s made the necessary changes to switch the printer so that it can print and bind books,” the blonde said with a dreamy smile. “We can start this weekend.” “That will be fabulous,” Hermione said. Her voice was a touch husky with a hint of lust. “We still have to settle on a name then shouldn’t we?” asked Harry. “We can’t print a book without a title.” “I know,” Ron stated. “How about ‘Ron Weasley and the -” “No, Ron!” Hermione said, cutting him off irritably. “We’ve been through this already.” “Mate,” Harry began, “you have to remember the book is not about you. It’s never been about you. I don’t know why you or anyone would think that the book focuses on you.” “If anyone should have their name before the title, it should be Harry’s,” Hermione continued. “It was because his love power base that we stumbled upon the original book. And he’s the one who came up with the plan to write a new one to help the people of wizarding Britain. So if the book’s title was going to contain anyone’s name, it would read ‘Harry Potter and the...’. Definitely not ‘Ron Weasley and the...’” “They’re right, Ronald,” Luna added, soothing her husband before he could retort with one of his illogical and baseless arguments. “Anyway, we were using disguises and aliases. So even if this was an alternate reality where the book inexplicably ended up focusing on you, it could never be a story about ‘Ron Weasley’.” “I think we should use the title Harry suggested but with a minor change,” speculated Hermione. “I think we should call it ‘Books of Love Magic: Volume One’.” “Wait – ‘Volume One’? Do you mean you plan on writing more?” asked Harry. The dark and lustful look in Hermione’s eyes told him her answer as well as informing him that they would be devising and practicing new rituals for the next book within a few hours. “How do we plan on selling it?” asked Luna. “Well, Alicia works at Franklin’s of Cardiff, so we can probably sell it there,” offered Harry, slightly distracted by the lusty look in his girlfriend’s eyes – which were growing darker and darker with want and desire by the second. So much so that Harry had to reassess his estimated time. Judging by the look his lover was giving him, he assumed that the moment they stepped out of the Great Hall, Hermione would drag Harry to a nearby broom cupboard. The notion of being a published author was making Hermione so randy that Harry reckoned that his lover must have been practically dripping by that point. Of course, the mere idea of his lover being so turned on caused Harry to become aroused himself. “And we should have Fred and George market it,” Ron added, clearly happy to add something useful to promote the plan, for a change. “After all, they do a bang up job promoting the joke shop. I think they’d do wonders for the book.” “That would be great,” Harry agreed. “After we stop by Luna’s dad’s, we’ll head over to the twins’ shop and talk to them about it.” “This will be wonderful!” cheered Luna. “As to which one of us should get top billing so to speak, I think since Hermione has done all of the work, her nom de plume should get be first, with our names listed as her co-contributors at best.” Bolstered by Luna’s declaration making her the main author, Hermione dropped all pretenses and snaked her hand into Harry’s trousers. After his lover gave ‘Harry, Jr.’ a squeeze and a stroke, Harry decided to copy Hermione’s actions and he slid his hand up her skirt, pushed his fingers under her knickers, and wriggled into her moist folds. After all, Harry prided himself on fair-play and being a gentleman. And if he didn’t slide two fingers deep into her already hot, wet, and quivering sex while she wanked him off, it would be rude and inconsiderate of him. “You two are so deliciously kinky!” cheered Luna, knowing full well what Harry and Hermione were doing in the middle of the crowded Great Hall. “Just like Stripped-Kildrickles during mating session!” “Luna, would you mind casting a Silencing Charm on Hermione?” requested Harry as his lover closed her eyes in near ecstasy. “You know how much of a screamer she is.” “Oh, poo,” bemoaned Luna with an exaggerated pout. “Hermione’s boisterous cries of passion are very entertaining. Not hearing her scream out ‘Sweet Baby Maeve’ every so often would be a dreadful disappointment for me.” “We’ll make it up to you later,” Hermione groaned out. “I want arse-to-mouth,” demanded the blonde dreamily. “That’s how you can make it up to me. I get to watch Harry bugger you, Hermione, then he has to cum in your mouth and you must swallow like the dirty witch you are.” “Luna!” Harry said in shock and scandal. “”Fine, just have a mouth-cleansing charm ready for me afterwards,” Hermione said. Clearly she was not shocked or scandalized in the slightest over this demand. In fact, her eyes darkened even more. Obviously, Hermione was keen to try this new and naughty activity. Harry eyed his girlfriend appreciatively: would there ever be a time where he wouldn’t be amazed at just how kinky Hermione could be? Having gotten her way, Luna giggled triumphantly before twirling her wand and casting the Silencing Charm on Harry and Hermione. The timing of this charm was impeccable, for Hermione cried out a mere second after it was cast. Judging by how much she flowed into his hand, Harry guessed that her scream would’ve echoed off the walls. If the charm was not in place, Harry knew that loud squelching sounds would be emanating from Hermione. Her honey dripped off of his fingers as he continued to pump and rub away. Of course, Harry was not one to point fingers – even if those fingers weren’t busy stimulating his lover. He, too, was making wet squelching sounds. Thanks to his girlfriend’s firm and loving touch, sizable amounts of pre-cum dripped out of ‘Harry, Jr.’s eye. While he stimulated Hermione and she him, Harry scanned his fellow students gathered in the Great Hall. Once in a while, someone would look in Harry and Hermione’s direction. Thankfully, these people seemed not to notice what the couple was doing despite their bright red and sweat covered faces. Everyone was too caught up in their own dealings to have noticed the impromptu hand-job session occurring at the Gryffindor table. Luna had her elbows on the table and chin perched on her hands and she watched Harry and Hermione happily. There was a joyous twinkle in her eyes and a pleased grin on her face. It was clear that Luna had openly embraced her new voyeur leanings. When Hermione’s second climax struck, the blonde witch complimented Harry at his task; “Harry, you’re doing a splendid job.” Obviously, both Ron and Luna were enjoying the show. However, whereas Luna was merrily content to watch, Ron looked as if he was having difficulty not masturbating himself right there and then. The wizard’s hands kept clenching into fists while beads of sweat blossomed all over his face. Noticing her husband’s discomfort, Luna said in a soothing voice, “That erection of yours must be terribly uncomfortable, dear. Your penis is confined in your trousers, all scrunched up, throbbing away, and begging for release. I, too, am aching just watching. But since you and I aren’t as adventurous as Harry and Hermione, we can’t take care of our urges here in public. Once they finish, I’ll take you to a cupboard and we’ll fix our problems.” Finally, Harry shot his load down his trouser leg. Being the naughty witch that she was, Hermione made a show of licking her fingers. Harry was about to make a comment regarding how lucky he was to have Hermione as a lover when he noticed something he had not seen before. From his seat at the Slytherin table, Draco had his grey eyes firmly locked on Harry. The blond wizard had a coy, impish smile while he winked theatrically at Harry. “Um, we have to talk to Courtney and see how things went with Malfoy,” Harry gulped. “You just got wanked by your girlfriend and the first thought you have is about Malfoy?” Ron asked snidely. “You can’t be that interested in that git’s love life, can you?” “If it will save me from being buggered, then yes, I am interested.” SoG SoG SoG After explaining that they were leaving the castle for an important, yet ambiguous, errand, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron used McGonagall’s fireplace to floo-travel to the Lovegood home. Taking Luna’s odd intricacies into account, Harry was expecting that the Lovegood home would be unique to say the least and attempted to prepare himself for this. Despite this preparation, what Harry saw while picking himself off the floor after he gracelessly tumbled out of the floo shocked him. Doilies. Hundreds, if not thousands, of round lace and linen doilies of every size and design littered the house. There were doilies carefully placed under each foot of every piece of furniture. Instead of throw pillows, frilly doilies lovingly graced the squashy chairs and couch. Dozen were placed on top of books as dust covers and some small doilies were placed in several books as page-markers. Scores were hung from the walls like fine pieces of art. Some of the larger cloth circles were placed strategically like stepping stones on the floor to guide guest to the kitchen and loo. “Daddy has a penchant for doilies. He’s collected quite a number of them,” informed Luna conversationally as if everyone had such a peculiar hobby. “I... I can see that,” Harry said in wide-eyed wonder. A wizard with a touch of grey in his blond hair came bounding out of the hallway. The wizard, obviously Luna’s father appeared perfectly normal and sane. But the doily that he wore at a jaunty angle on top of his head in lieu of a hat shattered this appearance. “Luna, my darling daughter!” he greeted the blonde witch with an affectionate hug. “Hello, Daddy!” she returned and kissed his cheek. “Now, dear, I’ve made the necessary adjustments to the printer so that it will make books instead of my highly informative and entertaining newspaper,” stated Mr. Lovegood. “But I can’t stay around and help you out. There’s a wonderful doily convention in Berlin that I simply must attend. They’ll be displaying the new Smithenhoff pattern today and I can’t miss that!” “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll handle everything,” Luna said cheerfully. “Brilliant! Well, then, I’m off!” Mr. Lovegood said before dashing to the fireplace. He threw a pinch of floo into the flames and shouted “The Berlin Convention Centre!” before disappearing. “The printer is this way,” stated Luna, leading the others down into the house’s cellar. Of course, the steps leading down to the cellar were covered with doilies, much like the rest of the house. A massive contraption made out of wood, iron, and rock with steam-pipes, bells, knobs, dials, and leavers dominated the cellar. On one end of the device was a small drawer and the opposite side had a hole that opened onto a conveyor belt. “It’s fairly simple to operate; you put the source material into this drawer,” said Luna, pointing to the drawer. “Then the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will copy, print, and bind the material. The finished product will come out on the conveyor belt. “Is the book ready? Everything is in order the way you want it?” Luna asked Hermione. “Yes,” Hermione replied. The brunette witch pulled the large, neat, and orderly stack of parchment that she had worked so tirelessly on out of her bag and handed it to Luna. “But I haven’t made a book cover yet.” “Oh that’s simple; the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will make one for us,” the blonde replied and took the stack of parchment from Hermione and set it in the drawer. She turned back to Hermione and asked, “How does a nice faux-leather cover dyed light red sound to you?” “That would be lovely,” Hermione answered with a smile. Luna pulled out her wand and tapped the machine several times in a seemingly random pattern for several seconds. Then the machine began to make a groaning noise that reminded Harry of the sounds that would emanate from Dudley’s stomach when the obese boy had not eaten his weight in bacon for a period of longer than four hours. The drawer closed on its own and the groaning grew louder and louder. The machine began to vibrate and shake violently. In a matter of moments, the machine made a loud, wet, belching sound and a large red book dropped out of the opening and landed on the conveyor belt. With a noticeable tremble in her hands, Hermione carefully picked up the freshly printed book. Lovingly, she caressed its face which bore in elegant, gold lettering; “Books of Love Magic, Volume One by Mona Puckle with Tim Hunter, Neil Gaiman, and Perky Weatherby.” With her eyes shimmering, she looked at Harry and euphorically announced, “I’m an author!” Directly after this proclamation, Hermione had an orgasm so powerful that her knees gave way. Hermione loved books so much that holding one that she actually wrote was enough to send her to the heights of physical rapture. The machine belched again and another book was deposited on the conveyor belt. And Hermione groaned even louder. Harry watched intently as his lover moaned and trembled while clutching the book to her breast. And needless to say, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was urgently suggesting that they should go over there, pull Hermione’s knickers down, and help with her orgasms. This seemed like a novel idea to Harry; after all, he was Hermione’s boyfriend and it was his right as such to participate and share in her orgasms. When the fourth book was printed – corresponding with Hermione’s fourth orgasm – Luna advised, “Perhaps we should take Hermione out of here? It seems that she’s having a climax every time a book is printed. Not that I don’t enjoy watching her ecstasy – which I truly do – but I think that Hermione may be in danger of dying of dehydration. This is a likely outcome since we’re going to print eight hundred copies in this initial run.” Luna’s stating of the projected number of copies triggered yet another body jarring climax for Hermione. After scooping her up in his arms, Harry carried Hermione out of the cellar. While they walked up the stairs, Hermione continuously shivered and muttered, “I’m an author! – OH! – I’m an author! – OH!” SoG SoG SoG Once Hermione recovered – which included a quick yet completely shattering shag where she had clutched her book to her bosom and had wrapped her legs around Harry as he pounded away at her and the brunette shouted “I’M AN AUTHOR!” continuously, then a shower – the two couples made their way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Instead of the standard bell chiming when the door open, a loud, obnoxious, pants-staining fart sounded as the four friends walked into the shop. Much like every other store in Diagon Alley, the twins’ shop was devoid of customers. The threat of Voldemort and his minions had scared everyone into hiding in their homes. Obviously drawn to the sound of the unique door “chime,” Fred came strolling around the corner. “Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” he greeted the two couples. “Fred, why are you wearing a blindfold?” asked Harry curiously. “Ah, it’s you, Harry,” stated Fred without removing his blindfold. “Are there any witches of… ahem, advanced age with you?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “It’s just me, Hermione, Ron, and Luna,” Harry informed. “Brilliant! George, it’s safe to come out!” Fred called out while tugging off his blindfold. He blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the light. “What’s with you two?” demanded Ron. “It’s bloody Remus,” Fred began hotly as his twin took his place at his side. “He pranked us back at Ginny’s birthday,” added George with an equal amount of anger to his voice. “Ever since then, we’ve been forced to see through old witches’ clothing.” “Do you have any idea of how much tits sag on a ninety year-old witch?” asked Fred. “We do regrettably,” answered George, and both twins shivered in disgust. Harry and Hermione shared a guilty look. It appeared that the little prank they pulled on Fred and George months ago was still in effect. Perhaps Harry’s power-boost had an unforeseen result, extending the length of the short-term spell. “And the worst part is that Remus claims he had nothing to do with it,” continued Fred. “Yeah, says he couldn’t have done it cause he wasn’t even there that night,” George stated. “But we know he’s a Marauder. Little things like that wouldn’t stop him from pulling a prank.” “So you two answer the door to your shop with blindfolds on, just in case your customer is an old witch?” asked Luna. “It’s a necessary precaution in order not to see drooping and sagging bits and pieces,” answered George sagely. An idea popped up in Harry’s head. He gave Hermione a look that told her to play along. But this look also asked Hermione to remain silent because Harry was about to lie. And since his lover was such a horrible liar, he knew that if she tried to help Harry, she’d give everything away and ruin his plan. The black haired wizard turned back to the twins and offered, “What if we convinced Remus to lift the curse?” “That would be bloody fantastic!” cheered Fred. “Too right, we’d owe you so much if you could do that,” George said. “That’s great because we need a favor from you two,” stated Harry. “If you got Remus to end this horrific and penis-shriveling prank, I’ll convince Fred to go down on you,” offered George. To which Fred nodded his head enthusiastically. Clearly, the continual shock of seeing every elderly witch naked had taken its toll on the twins; they were willing to do anything in order for it to end. “Well, instead of sickening sexual favors, how about you two just promote a book for me?” Harry asked. “What kind of a book?” one of the twins asked. “A book on sex magic,” answered Harry as he handed Fred one of the copies. Fred thumbed through the book with George looking over his shoulder. “Merlin, we heard about the Pensieves you two passed around Hogwarts, but we didn’t realize that you had grown so bloody kinky,” said George as he eyed one of the many photos in the book. “That’s not us,” objected Hermione. “They’re friends of ours. You wouldn’t know them.” As stated previously, Hermione was a poor liar. One might easily argue that the witch was a pathetic fibber. Her voice, which was warbling noticeably, was much higher than normal and her face burned a bright red as she denied George’s assumptions. Of course, this only served to confirm said assumption. “Cor, Hermione, you’re a nimble minx,” commented Fred after turning another page. “I swear this will help us get over the trauma of seeing naked decrepit witches,” added George while looking at one of the pictures with wide, impressed eyes. “SWEET BUGGERING MORGAN LA FEY!” exclaimed Fred after he turned further into the book. “It’s always the smart witches, isn’t it?” With a proud smile on his lips and in his eyes, George walked to Harry and hugged him. George said with naked pride, “Hang on to her, my boy. Don’t let her go.” “Getting back to the matter at hand,” Hermione interrupted. Fred turned the book on its edge so that he could get a better angle on one of the photos. “Any suggestions as to how you two can promote this book?” “Oh, we have some – SHE SWALLOWS?” cried out Fred. Once again, George pulled Harry into a tight embrace and spoke softly and earnestly, “Do not ever let her go. Every bloke should cherish a bird that does anal and swallows.” “Hey, so does Luna!” Ron offered, clearly hoping to earn some of his brothers’ praise. “She does?” George asked in awe. “Where the hell do you two find such magnificently adventurous and open minded witches?” Fred asked Ron and Harry. “And can you find a set for George and me?” “The last time we asked a bird if we could bugger her, she slapped us in the face and we never heard from her again,” explained George. “Wait, ‘we’ and ‘us’?” Harry asked. “Don’t tell me both of you were asking the same girl at the same time?” “Why not?” “We’re twins.” “We do everything together.” “Even the same witch.” “Yeah, they’ve got three holes after all and there are two of us.” “Plenty of entry points, if you ask us.” “Course we’ve only had access to two of those holes and, unlike Harry and our dear brother, have been denied the third, and most prized, hole.” “How are you going to promote it?” interrupted Hermione, hoping not to hear any more on how much the twins shared. “We’ll think of something,” replied the twins in unison. “Where do you plan on selling this?” asked Fred. “It’s not like Flourish and Blotts will carry this.” “We were thinking about Franklin’s of Cardiff,” answered Harry. “Alicia works there.” “Speaking of which, we better head over there and see if she’ll even sell the book before you two start making plans on how to hype it,” Hermione said to the twins. “Oh, don’t worry. We won’t be thinking of any plans today,” George said. “Yeah, we’ll be wanking like mad over this book for the next few hours or so,” added Fred. “Hey, you do realize that one of the blokes in those pictures is me, right?” Ron asked, shaken over the notion that his brothers were planning on pleasuring themselves over photos that depicted him. “Don’t worry, dear brother,” assured Fred. “We won’t wank while looking at you.” “We will, however, gladly and unreservedly wank while ogling your wife,” offered George. “She’s got wonderful knockers,” complimented Fred. “Epic, they are,” added George. “Why, that’s so sweet,” Luna said sincerely while blushing at Fred and George’s crude compliments. “I’d pop open my blouse and give you a live viewing of them out of appreciation of your kind words. But as you’re Ronald’s brothers, that’d be inappropriate to do.” Before the twins could voice a protest, Harry asked the top-heavy blonde, “If you don’t mind, could I take a gander?” “Of course I don’t mind, Harry. Don’t even hesitate to ask,” Luna said with a genuine smile. “Once we’re out of view of the twins, I’ll open my blouse and you can look to your heart’s content.” “Wait a tick, Harry and Ron are best friends,” Fred began to argue. “They’re practically brothers,” continued George. “And we need to see a set of young breasts...” “... especially after being forced to see ancient witches’ sagging tits for months.” “I’m sorry to say there’s a whole world of difference between ‘like a brother’ and ‘is a brother’,” Luna pointed out, denying the twins’ request yet again. “I say you show ‘em,” offered Ron. “Just so they can see just what I get to play with every night.” “And every morning,” corrected Luna, “as well as most afternoons. But since you’ve given me permission to expose myself to your brothers, I’ll gladly do it. After all, I do so love letting my breasts out in the open air.” “Prepare to be amazed,” Harry told the twins. Luna presented her covered chest to Fred and George and theatrically threw her blouse open. The twins’ eyes bounced in time with Luna’s own “twins” as her giant orbs sprang free. “Oh, those are...” Fred muttered. “Spectacular,” stated George. “Now remember, look but don’t touch,” Ron warned. “As her husband, I’m the only one who can touch her titties.” “Besides me that is,” announce Hermione, as she stepped up behind Luna. The brunette wrapped her arms around Luna’s sizable chest and playfully pinched both of her large nipples for everyone to see. This action caused Luna to giggle, which in turn caused her to jiggle. The twins and Ron’s faces went white as sheets as every ounce of blood raced to their respective organs to reinforce their rapidly growing erections caused by the sight of one witch playing with another’s boobs. Harry knew this was happening to the Weasley brothers because the exact same thing was happening to him. “Um, okay, we’ll get started on ideas to promote your book,” George said in a very small voice. “That is after we’ve wanked ourselves raw,” Fred, whose voice was equally small, adjusted. “That goes without saying,” concluded his twin. “While you two are doing that, we’ll take our witches into a dark alley and have them take care of our erections,” teased Harry. “Rub it in, why don’t you,” Fred said with a touch of envy. “That’s a wonderful idea!” cheered Hermione. “I’ll have Harry cum on my bottom and he can rub it in.” The twins were about to make a witty retort, but another of Hermione’s frolicsome pinches of Luna’s nipples took their breath away. “Enjoy masturbating,” teased Harry as he led his lover and their friends out of the shop. “We will,” replied Fred and George. SoG SoG SoG At Franklin’s of Cardiff, Harry told Alicia about the book while Hermione, Luna, and Ron browsed the toy section of the sex shop. Every once in a while, Harry could hear Hermione giggle excitedly – presumably she would do this over some new sex toy or product. “You two are certainly kinky aren’t you?” Alicia asked while scanning through the book. Realizing that denying the truth would be pointless, Harry forged ahead and asked, “Do you think you could sell the book here?” “Sure, little good it will do,” she replied. “I haven’t had a customer in days. And the last one only bought a pair of discounted knickers and nothing else. Most days, it doesn’t pay to even open the doors.” “We’ve got Fred and George on marketing,” informed Harry. “Hopefully they’ll be able to raise interest.” “That should be interesting. Knowing those two, it should be something big and spectacular,” Alicia commented. The witch paused on one page in particular and her eyes bulged. She held it up so Harry could see the picture, and asked, “Didn’t this hurt?” “You have to stretch up a bit before you try it. There are a few exercises in the first chapter so that you and your boyfriend can do it without hurting yourselves,” Harry informed, not bothered in the slightest about giving hints on sexual positions to his former Quidditch teammate. Hermione finally came running up to the counter and deposited an armful of toys and gadgets. “Looks like you’re going to be busy tonight, Harry,” Alicia commented as she tallied up all of Hermione’s toys. The witch paused and held up a rubber plug and announced “From what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen in this book, I’m positive you’ll like this one.” After Harry paid for Hermione’s toys, Alicia sniffed the air and asked “Why do you lot smell of sex?” “That’s because Ronald and I, as well as Harry and Hermione, had sex in the alley just before we came in,” explained Luna. “Harry came on Hermione’s bottom.” “Ah, that’s why the odor is so potent,” Alicia said with a smile. SoG SoG SoG After stopping in their chambers, where Harry stuffed one of Hermione’s new toys – a ribbed, pink, bum-plug – up her bottom, the young couple made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. As they walked... well, as Harry walked and Hermione limped – he proudly commented, “You are such a kinky girl.” “And you love it,” Hermione said with a smile. “Oh God, yes.” “Then you better heed the twins’ suggestion: ‘Never let me go,’” she said with no shame as the plug wriggled in her bottom with each step. “Oh, I’ll never let that happen,” Harry said and placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Jokingly, he added, “It would be downright stupid of me to let a girl who likes to swallow leave.” “And don’t forget buggering,” offered a familiar voice. Courtney strolled around the corner and clarified, “Never let a girl go who likes to get bum-shagged. They’re definitely a keeper.” “Very true,” Hermione said with a nod. “Speaking of buggery; is that why you’re walking with a limp?” Courtney asked as she fell in step with the teen lovers. “Did Harry roger you so hard that he hobbled you?” “No, as a matter of fact, I have a rather large and exceedingly pleasant plug up my bottom,” Hermione answered. Brazenly, the brunette added; “Although, after supper, Harry’s going to spank me silly, pop the plug out, and then shag me so hard that I’ll be limping even without the plug.” “Both of you are so wildly naughty,” Courtney congratulated. “Even if Draco and I had sex in every cupboard in the castle – which we’re trying to do before term is up, it’s important to set goals – we’ll never reach the lofty heights you two have set.” Harry stopped walking and asked in a serious, but nervous tone, “Ah, Courtney, about Draco. He’s still giving me the ‘eye.’” “Oh, that,” Courtney said with a cute blush to her cheeks. “I wasn’t completely correct when I said Draco wasn’t a poofter. After some ‘probing,’” she said the word knowingly, “I’ve changed my assessment – Draco’s mostly not-gay. I’d say he’s about twenty to thirty percent light in the loafers. This makes him mostly straight, I’m more than happy to say.” Harry gulped fearful over the notion that Malfoy was gay – even if it was only twenty or thirty percent. “How did you come to that conclusion?” Hermione asked. She, too, was fearful over this development. Of course she wasn’t as worried as Harry. But then again, she wasn’t the one Malfoy wanted to bugger. “Well, have you ever heard of pegging?” the Auror in training asked. “No,” Harry and Hermione both replied. “Well, then, I can’t tell you what it is, because it’ll probably give Hermione some ideas,” Courtney informed. She explained “But, pegging doesn’t make a bloke gay, necessarily. However, the words and phrases of encouragement that Draco was saying – or rather shouting at the top of his lungs – kind of told me he still craves some stiff man-meat. A rather specific man’s meat, if you follow my meaning. If you don’t, I’m referring to Harry’s meat.” Again, Harry gulped. This time, he swallowed a mouthful of hot bile that had been threatening to escape. “Don’t worry, sugar,” Courtney said comfortingly. “I’m just the girl to keep him from trying to hump you.” She patted Harry on the shoulder and said cheerfully; “Speaking of which – I’m off to go shag my blond-boy-toy! There’s a bunch of cupboards on the third floor we haven’t fucked in yet!” With a happy trot, Courtney left Harry and Hermione to go fetch Draco. “I think I lost my appetite,” announced Hermione who had a green tinge to her face. Harry, who assumed that his complexion was a shade that would of put Hermione’s green tinge to shame, just nodded his head in agreement. As a pair, the two turned and headed back to their chambers in silence. Harry was so lost in thoughts of Draco still pining away for him that he had forgotten about Hermione’s bum-plug and subsequent plan of spankings and shag. However, Harry’s fears over the threat of Draco were chased from his head when he and Hermione entered their chambers to find a brilliant, silver doe waiting for them. To Be Continued
Title: 31 CRAWL, TALL PAUL 32 BE TRUE, FREE TOO Tags: True Story, Boy, Discipline, Gay, Torture, Voyeurism, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he's really dating mom! Content: [b]31 CRAWL, TALL PAUL Talk at school by the Yankees had tested the patience of the Cubs, Paul being the primary instigator. Sean immediately picks up on the negative vibes during pre-game warm-ups. He calls a team meeting. “Sounds like we lost that beautiful team spirit. What’s wrong guys?” Fred says, “I really want to kick butt against these guys.” “I like your words but not you tone. You sound like the old Fred. Earlier in the season I wouldn’t have expected anything else and wouldn’t have said anything. Now I’m concerned that your attitude will hurt your game. Another thing, your new spark has helped the whole team. I bet that will happen again if you can overlook Yankee ugliness.” “I don’t think I can, Sean.” Jeff quickly responds, “I’m gonna pray about it.” Karim quietly says, “Me too.” Sean inquires, “Does anyone mind if we have a moment of silence?” No one objects so Sean says, “OK, let’s put our hands together like we do for our cheer. But we’ll skip the cheer and just close our eyes and be silent.” When Sean senses some fidgeting, he quietly encourages, “Try to beat them with respect, not hate. Let’s take the field.” Rather than hustling out, bursting with excitement, they quietly walk to their positions. Sean is glad about this, but has no idea what may develop. Michael looks sharp on the mound, getting the Yankees out in three batters. With quiet zeal the team hustles in. You would think they were at a funeral. No one socializes. But Sean sees a fierce determination developing in his team. He gives his encouragement with touch only. The fans have sensed the somber mood and likewise are subdued, albeit perplexed. Paul hustles to throw out Jeff on his bunt. “Take that dickhead.” Jeff kindly responds, “Nice play Paul,” and quickly returns to the dugout. “Sean, I need help! I hate Paul.” Sean hugs him tightly saying nothing. Fred comes over, hugging him too. “Jeff, your prayer helped me. I feel peace inside. Thanks.” “Good! Now you need to pray for me!” “Sorry, I don’t know how.” “You know how to talk to me, right Fred?” “Duh.” “That’s all you need to do to pray, but it doesn’t have to be out loud.” “Well Jeff, I can’t promise you anything.” Giving Fred a hug, “That’s fine Fred.” Jose, Michael, and Karim all hit clean singles. So Fred comes to the plate. He shoots the thought “help me do good” to heaven. He gets fooled badly on the first pitch. Angrily he steps out of the batter’s box. He calms down, almost in tears. Shooting up the same prayer, he steps back in. The pitch looks like a volleyball coming in. he swings with determination, hears a sweet ring in the bat, and watches the ball sail a mile over the left field fence. The pitcher’s chin drops as the left fielder just stands there watching the rocket fly. Home run, 4-0! The Cubs go wild. As Fred trots past first, Paul says, “Nice shot!” Startled, Fred looks at him, then merely mouths, “Thanks!” All the Cubs give him a high-five, but Sean stays back. Fred seeks him out, “How about that!!!” Sternly, “You were holding the bat wrong.” First shocked, Fred starts cracking up, “You had me going!” Sean then gives him a long, big hug, which gets interrupted by screaming. Ricky hit a towering fly to left. The left fielder gets back to the fence and jumps, coming down empty. Back to back home runs! His next time up, Jeff draws a base on balls. He dreads having to listen to Paul at first base. Paul says, “I don’t know what’s gotten into your team but somehow I’m just admiring you guys.” Totally surprised, Jeff retorts, “Yeah, right!” “Really! And I’ve been feeling bad for the way I’ve been treating everyone, especially you.” Realizing that he’s for real, Jeff starts crying. “Don’t cry! You’re gonna make me cry. You’re gonna ruin my reputation.” “OK, and I’m sorry too.” “What for!?” “I’ve been hating you a lot.” “Well, I deserved it!” “Yeah, but that shouldn’t matter.” Sean can’t believe his eyes when he sees them giving each other a high five. Sean says to Fred, “Looks like your prayer was answered.” “How did you know I prayed to hit well?” “You did?” “Yeah, when I hit the homer. What are you talking about?” “Jeff and Paul are friends!” Laughing, “You’ve been drinking the cool-aid!” “Really! Look at them.” “I must be dreaming! Come to think of it…” After the Cubs win easily, Jeff, Ricky, and Fred approach Paul. After chatting, they each give him a hug. 32 BE TRUE, FREE TOO That evening Sean settles into his recliner when the doorbell rings. Wearily he makes his way to the door. Fred’s father, Fred, spills out, “Help me Sean!” Placing a hand on his shoulder, “Please come in Fred.” Before getting to a chair, Fred breaks down in tears. Sean hugs him, which Fred gratefully accepts. “Please sit down, Fred. Here’s a box of tissues.” “Sean, I have a big problem.” “You can tell me, Fred.” “I walked to the store after work as I normally do. Along the way I stared at a boy. I couldn’t help myself. Then again, at another boy. Now I realize that I have this routine of walking, rather than driving, just for this purpose.” “That doesn’t surprise me.” “It scares the hell out of me!” “Tell me more, Fred.” “As soon as I see their sexy eyes, I get hard,” starting to sob again.” “Any boy?” “No, Sean, certain ones.” “You go to all the ball games. There’s a ton of boys there.” “Yeah. With all the people around, I usually only glance. There’s only a couple that I end up staring at—the best. Or the worst, depending how you look at it.” “In your mind, Fred, what do you do with the boy of choice?” Sobbing again, “I don’t know, my head just spins!” “Do you start talking to any of the boys?” “No way!” “You talk to Jeff.” “He started it. That thrilled me to death. Sean, it was like talking to a god.” “Have any other boys ever started talking to you?” “I can’t think of any. Occasionally I get a dirty look. That snaps me out of it. Then I give a dirty look back.” “What about when Fred has friends over.” “It feels fantastic when they talk to me. I don’t dare stare.” “Let me tell you about a friend, Fred.” “Sure, Sean.” “After high school baseball practice, one time my friend and I played a little longer than the rest of the team. So they were gone by the time we got in the showers. His dick got hard, so I turned because I didn’t want to see it. Next thing I know, he shoved it tight against my butt. I didn’t care that he was stronger than me, I spun around and decked him, saying every choice word I thought of.” “I would have too!” “He got up, ready to kill me. I showered him with more choice words, ending with, ‘Don’t even touch me!!!’ Even though he knew I couldn’t stop him, he backed off. Without any words we dried off and got dressed. “While walking home he broke the silence, ‘Sean, you know I’m gay. You know how sexy I think you are.’ I cut him off, ‘And you know how totally I want no part of it.’ He gave me this song and dance about how horny he was; how badly he needed me. He had me believing that, as a friend, it was my duty to help him out with some booty. I almost caved. We actually started looking for a place to do it. Then I snapped out of it. I said, ‘Your need help alright! And you’re gonna find help.’ He says, ‘I don’t need help!’ So I say, ‘Good, I’m out of here.’ “My dad told me about a twelve-step group for people out of control sexually. So I told my friend about the group. He said, ‘No way.’ I said, ‘Either I tell the world about your problem or you tell this group.’ After his first meeting, he said, ‘I’m not going again. These guys are way older than me, and half of them are lusting after me. I said, ‘Congratulations.’ He said, ‘I don’t want them. I want you! I’m afraid to go back.’ I ended up agreeing to go with him, waiting outside for him to get out. When they walked out I saw it for myself. A guy had the eye for him. When he saw me, the first glance was sexual too, but then he snapped out of it. The next time we agreed that I would hide and see if someone would make a move on him. No one did, so he felt safe going alone after that.” “Sean, I guess you’re telling me this so that I start going too.” “I wasn’t thinking that, but it may be good. But I need to tell you, this friend says that in all the times he went to group, no one ever talked about having an attraction to children. Apparently, they’re afraid of getting in trouble with the law if they do. From what I hear, you can do long jail time even if you haven’t done anything illegal. When it comes to sexual feelings for a child, people assume you’re guilty. Teachers are afraid to give their students encouragement with loving touch. What kids need most of all, teachers don’t dare give.” “Yeah, I’ve always been afraid to touch my son too. Now I feel terrible that I haven’t been there for him.” “So beat yourself up.” “Sean, I do that plenty.” “I figured. But I hope you can forgive yourself, Fred.” “I don’t know about that.” “Do you know who made you?” “What do you mean, Sean?” “God made you. And God don’t make no junk.” Laughing, “Jeff told my son that!” “Good! Now you and your son can remind each other.” “Good idea…. About that group, I guess most of them were gay?” Fred almost said ‘faggot,’ but caught himself in time. “Actually, no. That’s what my friend first thought. Actually, almost all of them were attracted to women.” “Of course, it was the gays that were eyeing him.” “That’s the weird part. Eventually my friend started confronting his secret admirers privately. Most of them had no attraction to men.” “That is strange.” “Fred, are you attracted to men?” “No.” “Is that, ‘No I don’t want to be’ or ‘No I’m not.” “Both…. Hey, Sean, I’m like those guys!” “What do you mean?” “Attracted to boys but not men. I feel better!” Puzzled, “So you’re happy to be a pedophile?” “Ouch! Don’t say that word! No, I’m happy there are more like me. I don’t feel alone in my misery…. But I have to admit—when I lust for a boy; I’m wishing that he would lust for me. What a pervert I am. “I’m glad you hate this attraction. But I hope you stop hating yourself…. Take comfort, the truth will set you free.”
Title: 32Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Thirty Two: Book Signings and Doe Signs 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 stands for 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 Thirty Two: The book goes on sale under a cloud of protest and Harry follows the doe. The silver doe trotted slowly to the door Harry and Hermione had just entered. Once in the hall, the doe-shaped Patronus shook her head in a way that gave Harry the impression that it wanted him to follow. Clearly thinking the same thing, Hermione made to follow, but Harry quickly took hold of her arm. "It might be a trap," stated Harry suspiciously, looking at the silvery doe. "Harry, it's a Patronus; a witch or wizard needs to focus on happy thoughts in order to be able to cast it," argued Hermione while the doe in question waited in the hall. "That means whoever created this had to have happy thoughts and therefore won't kill you." "Voldemort is a sadist. To him, happy thoughts include torture and murder," countered Harry. Knowing that Hermione would press the issue, Harry decided to distract her from the doe. The wizard let go of Hermione's arm and walked to the cupboard at the back of their room. "Harry, this might be very important," urged Hermione, just as Harry had predicted. "Whoever sent this must have something vitally important to tell us." "But, I made a promise earlier and I can't go back on a promise," he said vaguely, opening the door to the cupboard. "Who did you make a promise to?" the brunette witch asked as Harry reached into the storage compartment. "This fella," he replied and boldly held up Hermione's wooden paddle. Her eyes, sparkling and wide, stared adoringly at the wooden tool. Turning it in his hand slowly so that his lover could see every part of it, Harry continued; "I told this little guy that he was going to get to play with your bottom. Now, if we go follow this Patronus, not only is there a possibility that we might be walking straight into a trap, but this poor little paddle won't get the chance to whack your bare bum. And that would make the paddle sad." Harry cradled the toy to his chest and added playfully, "We don't want to hurt the paddle's feelings, do we?" Hermione spun around and, addressing the doe, spoke rapidly; "I'm sorry, but we're very busy. Come back some other time." She slammed the door with a resounding crash. "That's my girl,"Harry said affectionately. "Now let's get you ready." With a twirl of his wand, a pair of fur-lined cuffs flew out of the cupboard and soared toward Hermione. The young, and overly kinky, witch squealed happily as the cuffs bound one of her wrists and pulled it behind her back. With another willing squeal, Hermione placed her free hand behind her back and smiled brightly when the cuff closed around this hand as well. "Shame on you, Miss Granger," Harry scolded. "You didn't take the time to get undressed." "But you cuffed me before I could strip," she protested. "Are you giving me lip?" "If it means I'll get a good, long paddling as punishment, then hell yes I'm giving you lip," she said proudly. "Such an improper attitude, Miss Granger. I fear that I must beat such behavior out of you. You force my hand, young lady," Harry said, slapping the paddle against his own hand for effect. "O-oh," purred Hermione. "If I were wearing knickers, they'd be soaking wet right now." "Really? I must be getting better at this dirty-talking stuff," Harry said with an earnest smile. "Yes, you're splendid," cheered Hermione. "Now get me out of these clothes!" With a flick of his wand, all of Hermione's clothes vanished with a pop. Instantly, Harry saw the light glisten off of Hermione's bald feline. At first, Harry was going to make a comment regarding the truth of Hermione's statement about wet knickers. But our hero decided to give his lover a treat and scolded "What a perverted witch you are! You're wet, just like a common strumpet!" "Oh, God yes!" she breathed out and her whole body flushed. "Bend over the arm of that couch!" demanded Harry. Giggling, Hermione trotted over to the couch and promptly threw herself over the arm, effectively sticking her bare arse up in the air, presenting it to her lover. Harry placed the paddle on the table in front of the couch and began massaging Hermione's lovely cheeks. Once her bum was ready, meaning that an ample amount of blood was flowing through its fleshy goodness, Harry retrieved the paddle. For the next twenty minutes, give or take a minute, Harry delivered blow after blow to his lover's naked bottom. With the expertise that comes with time and practice, Harry skillfully paddled, smacked, and whacked Hermione's twin orbs. At one point, the paddle became a blur of motion. This action turned Hermione's bum into a convincing interpretation of the sea during a storm. Her now red flesh rippled and waved and her cheeks slapped together, causing even more ripples. For a while, Harry smacked Hermione's right cheek with the paddle, which was in his right hand, and slapped her left with his bare left hand. This caused her two cheeks to slap together and illicit happy sounds and screams from Hermione. Occasionally, the young wizard paused in his /"loving attack" /and massaged her rump. Not only did he do this to give the brunette pleasure, but he also did this to aid in the blood flow in the region to heighten her experience. When all was said and done, or rather when Harry's wrist became sore, Hermione's bottom had taken on the appearance of a polished ruby, just the way she liked it. Harry was even able to see his blurred reflection in her nearly glowing skin. The pink nub of the bum-plug - still stuffed firmly up her happily assaulted backside -stood out in contrast to this ruby color. And, much like her bottom, Hermione's flower was engorged and fiery red, shining with her love juices. "Shag me, Harry,"Hermione commanded with a growl. The dark haired wizard placed his hand on Hermione's enflamed bottom and squeezed it. The witch's breath hitched. Still squeezing, Harry said "Tell me I can do anything I want to you." The brunette licked her lips hungrily and responded, "/'Anything' /within reason." This was unacceptable to Harry. It wasn't like he was going to do something inappropriate, just dirty - something really dirty actually. He knew that Hermione was aware of this and had most likely amended his command to toy with him. So, to play along with his lover, Harry took a firm hold of Hermione's other cheek. His fingers dug in slightly into her tender, sensitive orbs as he gently pushed and pulled them apart. "A-ah-a," Hermione groaned out. "If you promise to make it rough, you can do anything you like!" "'Make it rough?'" he asked rhetorically. "My goodness, woman, I just spanked your bum for twenty minutes and you want me to make it 'rough?'" "Actually, it was eighteen minutes and forty-three seconds," corrected Hermione. "I can see the clock from this position." "I really do have a kinky girlfriend," commented Harry, repositioning himself over the witch in question. "And I want dirty talk, as well," the brunette called for, wrapping her legs around Harry. Before Harry even pushed into Hermione's flower, he started out by tugging and tweaking on his lover's nipples while saying such things as "My, you're a naughty, wicked little girl," "Moan for /'Harry, Jr.'" /and "Dirty girls like a cock in their soppy cunny" this comment coincided - or arguably, caused - an orgasm for Hermione. The brunette added her own dirty comments to the mix; "Pound 'Miss Nibbles' with /'Harry, Jr.'." /and "Make my pussy drip." After much nipple tugging and tweaking, labia pinches, a plethora of rather foul words, hair tugging by both parties, pulling out the bum-plug and reinserting it twice and a handful of "SWEET BABY MAEVE"'s, Harry felt his climax approaching quickly. In a rapid motion, Harry jumped up and stood so that /'Harry, Jr.' /was hovering over Hermione's face. Hermione, being the kinky girl she was, immediately opened her mouth, obviously thinking that was what Harry wanted. "No, no, close your mouth," Harry said while giving himself a 'firm handshake.' "And you'll want to close your eyes, too." "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the spongy crown bouncing in front of her nose. Harry was fairly certain that Hermione knew what he was about to do, she just wanted to hear him say it. "I'm gonna cum on your face," he pointed out, pumping away with his fist. "Remember; you said I could do anything I wanted." The moment before Hermione closed her eyes, Harry saw a familiar naughty twinkle in her eyes. With a grunt, Harry launched the first stream of sticky fun. Hermione flinched, but kept her face in place as the ejaculate splashed across her nose and cheeks. The second burst landed on her chin while the third arched so high that most of it fell on her forehead and hairline. Feeling particularly kinky himself, Harry continued to pump and squeeze, causing little droplets of warm spunk to land on Hermione's chin, lips, and nose - the latter of which he had been aiming at for the entire time. And Harry's kinkiness didn't stop when he was empty, no, after he was good and dry, he used his still hard organ as a makeshift meaty paintbrush and smeared his discharge all over her face. While Harry caught his breath, Hermione requested "Fetch me a towel so I can get this stuff off." "No," he answered. "You're going to wear it while I rub some /'Bruise-be-Gone' /ointment on your bottom because you're a naughty girl and you like it like that." With her eyes still firmly shut, Hermione seemed to ponder over Harry's statement for a moment. Then the brunette parted her lips and ran her tongue along her messy lips before answering, "You know me so well." A short while later, as Harry applied the second dose of /'Bruise-be-Gone,' /which took a goodly amount of rubbing - much to Harry and Hermione's shared pleasure, the brunette brought up a new topic. "I think whoever cast that Patronus had some kind of affectionate connection to your father," she said with a smile that cracked her now-dried sperm facial mask. "What makes you say that?" "Well, your Patronus is a stag, the animagus form your father took. Your subconscious must have remembered that your father could turn into a stag and thereby affected the shape your Patronus takes," Hermione began. "Basically, whenever you cast your Patronus, your loving thoughts take the form of your father. "And we know that Tonks' Patronus changed to a wolf when she fell in love with Remus, clearly representative of him," she added. "So it's a logical deduction that the form the caster's Patronus takes is representative of their affection." "And since my dad was a stag animagus that means whoever cast that doe Patronus had feelings for my dad," summarized Harry. "Exactly, the doe is the feminine counterpart to the stag," Hermione stated. "It's safe to argue then that this person is an old flame of James. Perhaps a witch he dated before he began dating your mother." Harry thought about this theory for a moment. Had the witch who cast the doe Patronus wanted to lure Harry into a trap like he had assumed previously? If the witch had affection for his father, this was not likely. But then again, if Harry had followed the doe, then he wouldn't have been able to make love to his sweet Hermione. The memory of the recent shag added with the constant bum rubbing had piqued 'Harry, Jr.'s interest once more. "Well, we'll deal with whoever cast it later. There are more pressing issues at hand," Harry said. "Like what?" "All this bottom massaging has gotten me hard again." "Tell you what, pop that plug out and you can bugger me in the shower," offered Hermione, happily. "Oh, you make it sound so romantic," said Harry, wrapping his fingers around the nub-handle of the plug, eager for the promised shared naughty shower. SoG SoG SoG The next morning, Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast with Hermione and her seemingly ever present limp following close behind. "Muff grr dit grr,"Ron "said" with his mouth full of partially chewed food. "Ronald said 'You won't like this,'" Luna translated, handing Harry and Hermione the Daily Prophet. The front page had a picture of an elderly witch with a mean frown. It read: "Public outcry over 'foul and disgusting book!' A new book, sold exclusively at Franklins of Cardiff, entitled Books of Love Magic: Volume One has created uproar from a concerned group of citizens. Mary Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin along with her group, Proper Behavior Now, has launched a boycott campaign against the book written by newcomers Puckle, Hunter, Gaiman, and Weatherby. The book, which depicts sex-based magic for everyday use including but not limited to home defense, offends Miss Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin. "Such a foul thing!" she told this reporter. "It encourages debasing behavior!" In order to be fair in his coverage, this reporter received two advanced copies of Books of Love Magic: Volume One. One was given to Mrs. Banon Asgre, a certified Ward Master who is employed by the Ministry, while I retained the other in order to see if the spells and rituals listed work. After much, much, study with his wife, this reporter can't tell the reader if the spells are effective. But I can tell you that they are a hell of a lot of fun to perform! Our favorite is the "Degnoming Ritual." Mrs. Asgre reported that the wards are simple to cast and are highly effective; "I couldn't do 'em better myself. Some of the wards that are in this book would take months to cast, if done conventionally. But I was able to erect a near perfect Anti-Harm ward in a matter of an hour. I'm thinking about using the rituals in Books of Love Magic: Volume One to reinforce a number of the wards around the Ministry building." She also went on to add that the actual rituals are fun to perform and that she'd perform them time and time again, much like this reporter had. "Me and my hubby performed the Anti-Apparation Ward twice yesterday, just for the fun of it. And we've performed the one which dusts and straightens pictures more times than I can count. I tell you, we haven't had this much fun in months!" "Every time someone has sex for purposes other than propagating children, they are befouling themselves!" Miss Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin, who proudly boasts to have never been married, states. When this reporter pointed out the benefits of the rituals listed in the book and how it could possibly save a family from a Death Eater attack, Miss Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin boldly declared, "I'd rather have my entire family - if I had one - slowly killed right in front of me than to lower myself by performing these foul so-called rituals." Miss Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin and her group, Proper Behavior Now! - which is fifty witches and wizards strong, plan on holding a protest outside of Franklin's of Cardiff in Diagon Alley this Saturday when Books of Love Magic: Volume One will be available for sale to the public." The next article's headline of "Eccentric Collector Loses Everything in Fire" seem even more depressing, so Harry placed the paper back on the table. Hermione sighed and said, "Well, at least the reporter and the Ward Builder approve of our book." "Is there anything else in the paper about the book?" Harry asked. "Any advertisements or other articles?" "Not a one," Luna answered. "What the hell? Fred and George are supposed to be promoting it," Harry said bitterly. "They haven't done a thing and now we've got a group who wants to boycott it." "Well, they better do something good to counter Proper Behavior Now," added Hermione, clearly upset over this development. "I wonder how much this will hurt the book's sales," pondered Ron aloud. "It would've been nice to see some gold from it." "I really don't care about the money," interjected Harry. "We made it so that people wouldn't live in fear and have a spot of fun. And now this bint with the multiple names-" "Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin,"offered Luna. "Yeah, her. She's trying her best to make sure people won't buy it, much less read it," concluded Harry. SoG SoG SoG After lessons were over for the day, Hermione headed off to the library alone. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with?" asked Harry. He was concerned; Hermione was still upset over the Prophet article. He was upset as well; the young wizard had hoped that the book could help people not live in fear. But that damn group was boycotting it! "You know how studying helps me out," she had answered. "I'm just going to browse the stacks to keep my mind off of that dreadful woman Swan." "Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin,"corrected Harry in his best Luna impression. "Let's just call her 'Prudish Bitch' for short," said Hermione. The brunette gave Harry a quick kiss and said, "Why don't you hang out with Ron for a bit. Or maybe go to the Quidditch pitch and take your Firebolt for a spin. You haven't done that for a while." "That'd be brilliant," Harry said, earnestly. Out of the two suggestions, flying sounded best to the young wizard. Not only would it be relaxing, but the other option- spending time with Ron - was moot. Knowing the red haired wizard and his wife, the couple was probably busy shagging like a pair of hyperactive rabbits after winning a raw oyster eating contest. So the two lovers parted: Hermione went to her beloved library and Harry went to their room to fetch his equally cherished Firebolt. Within minutes, Harry was soaring through the air above the Quidditch Pitch. The air whipped through his black hair and Harry's worries were left on the ground. That foul witch, Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin, and her activist group were all but forgotten. The stress and pressure of locating Voldemort's last Horcrux was a distant worry. Flying was the second best thing Harry liked doing; the first being Hermione of course. The Firebolt was neat and all, but it was lousy at giving hummers. Not that Harry ever tried... okay, it was just once and it had been during one of Wood's grueling day-long training session. The vibration of the broomstick between his legs caused nature to take over - well- let's just say Hermione's version of a hummer is far more entertaining - and less bruising. An hour or so later, as Harry circled the tallest goal post, he saw Hermione walking toward the pitch. Even from this height, he could see the happy smile, glowing on her face. Learning really did make her happy. Perhaps he'd go down on her while she read a book again. That way, she'd be pleased on two levels. Harry touched down lightly next to his lover and said "Are you feeling any better?" "Yes, it helped keep my mind off of that dreadful woman," she replied. "You mean Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin?" "I thought we agreed to call her Prudish Bitch from now on." "Oh, right, I forgot," Harry said, smiling. "Are you going to ask me what I read up on?" Hermione asked, with a smile of her own. "That would be pointless, wouldn't it? I know by that look you're about to tell me whether I ask or not," he pointed out playfully. "Yes, I am,"Hermione said, unabashedly. "I read up on Light Magic Charms." "You mean charms that make things weigh less or ones that illuminate a dark room?" he asked, knowing full well that wasn't the case. Ignoring Harry's attempt at making the subject light - err, /humorous/, Hermione explained;"The Patronus Charm needs completely pure emotions to fuel it. The caster must feel pure happiness or pure love, not a corruption of such emotions. In other words, if the caster was a sadist and was focusing on his victim's pain for his happiness - basically the definition of a sadist - the charm wouldn't work. Even though the thought of another person's pain would give the sadist a thrill, the emotion is tainted and isn't pure." "So that means whoever cast the doe Patronus wasn't evil," he summarized. "More than likely, yes," Hermione stated. "With that in mind, I did some more research on Dark and Light magics. "Basically, much like the Patronus needs pure, positive emotions, the Unforgivables, in particular the Cruciatus and the Killing Curse, need pure hate to cast,"Hermione explained. "What Bellatrix told you when you tried to cast the Cruciatus was true. You have to want it, deep down. "Walden Smith, in his book 'Dark Arts: Friend or Fiend,' stated that sadists have an easier time casting the Unforgivables," she continued. "They enjoy others' suffering and the thought of this pain helps to fuel the curse." "That makes sense," Harry said. "But haven't we discussed this before?" "Yes, and we're discussing it more," the brunette said. "And now I'd like to tie this discussion in with the prophesy." "Um, how can you draw a connection between the two?" "Easy; 'the power he knows not,'" stated Hermione. "Is love," Harry offered. "True, but since you and Voldemort are equals but opposite, we can also assume that the power you know not is hate while it's Voldemort's power core. Much like yours is love," Hermione speculated. "Oh, I know hate,"Harry said with a less than bemused chuckle, thinking about the Dursleys, Umbridge, Bellatrix, and Voldemort. Just the mere thought of these people made they young wizard angry. "But not pure hate, not like Voldemort," Hermione returned. "You know compassion, an alien concept to Voldemort. And this compassion is always there, even when you hate someone. Unlike Voldemort whose hate and anger is completely encompassing." "Okay, what's your point?" "I'm getting to it," she said with a huff. "Remember the time Voldemort possessed you in the Ministry building? You said that he felt unbearable pain when you had loving memories about Sirius. That sense of love actually hurt him so much that it drove him out. If you think about it, the exact same thing happened to you when you see into Voldemort's mind. You felt unbearable pain whenever he cast the Cruciatus and Killing Curses while you were connected to him. I believe what really hurt you was the pure hate that Voldemort tapped into in order to cast those curses. He focused on his hate and that hurt you, much like your love hurt him." "How does this help me, really?" he asked. "Am I to follow Ron's joking suggestion of hugging Voldemort to death?" "No, cast a Patronus at him," she said as if the answer was painfully obvious. "Hermione, you do know he's not a Dementor, right?" he asked with just a hint, a tiny suggestion, of sarcasm. "Because if you don't, I can draw you a picture of Voldemort and Dementor and show you the differences between the two." "Ha ha, very funny," she return with her own heaping teaspoon of sarcasm. Adopting a more serious tone, Hermione forged ahead; "The Patronus Charm is pure happiness. And, in your case, can be pure love. If you hit Voldemort with your Patronus, it will do damage simply because it is the embodiment of the power he knows not." "Are you sure?" Harry asked as a silly image of his Patronus stag charging at the most feared wizard of their time played out in his head. "It'll have to be more powerful than anything you've done before," she said. "You'll have to tap further into your love core than you ever have." "I'd much rather drop a very large rock on his head." "I'm certain my theory is correct," she reinforced. "Yes, but a very large rock crushing his skull isn't a theory that would need to be tested,"argued Harry. "I'm serious, Harry," the brunette protested. "So am I," he said calmly. "You said it yourself; it's a theory. The only way to test this theory is to cast a super-Patronus at Voldemort. And he isn't a sporting fellow; he won't just stand still while we put your theory to test. He'll be throwing Killing Curses at us." "My logic and reasoning is sound," she pressed. "I'm sure it is,"he said. "But there is a chance that it might not work. And that chance could get someone hurt. I'd much rather use a proven method of killing Voldemort. Like, for example, a very large rock colliding with his skull at high speeds." Hermione hung her head and said, "I suppose you're right." "Hey, at least your suggestion how to kill Voldemort made more sense than Ron's," offered Harry. "And not just the hugging one, but the time he went on and on about the Expelliarmus and the fictitious super-wand." A smile grace Hermione as she added; "Who in the world would come up with such an implausible attack like Expelliarmus to defeat Voldemort, super-wand or not?" "You see, yours was based on logic, not some wild flight of fancy from the ethers of illogical so-called reasoning," said Harry. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her against his body. While rubbing the small of her back, he whispered in her ear, "How about you fetch one of your favorite books, or even a book you'd like to read but haven't." "Why?" she asked. Clearly recognizing the lustful look in his eyes, she inquired; "What do you have in mind?" "Oh, I just want to combine two of your loves," he answered, "reading and cunnilingus." "I have the perfect book in mind!" she cheered. "You do? Is it a favorite or something?" "No, but if you're licking my bits, I'll find 'Ministry Regulations and Codes for Cauldron Bottoms, Vol. 171-A by Percy Ignatius Weasley' absolutely fascinating!" "Orgasms make everything more enjoyable?" "Oh, yes, definitely!" she said, smiling. SoG SoG SoG The day finally arrived; today was the day Books of Love Magic: Volume One would go on sale to the public. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna assembled outside the Headmistress' office. "You ready?" Harry asked Ron and Luna. "I don't see why we're bothering to go," the gangly wizard replied. "That crazy bird with the long name has frightened everyone away." "If it helps, Hermione and I refer to her as the Prudish Bitch," offered Harry. "Oh, that's easier to say than Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin," Luna said in her sing-song voice, "much more efficient use of time." "Let's just hope a few people will be brave enough to push through the Prudish Bitch's picket line," Hermione said, disappointed over the predicament. The four marched into McGonagall's office and took the floo to the Leaky Cauldron. With their heads hanging low in defeat already, the two couples walked to Franklin's of Cardiff. What they found there surprised them. The Prudish Bitch, wearing the same disapproving frown she had for the photo on the front page, was there with her group of protesters, but they were not fifty strong as the /Prophet/article has said - there were a little over twenty witches and wizards holding signs that renounced the book and its depravity. But the truly shocking sight was the line of people waiting to get into Franklin's. It was so long that it wrapped around the corner, down the block, and around the other corner. "Blimey, that's a lot of people," Ron exclaimed. "One hundred and eighty seven people!" announced Hermione excitedly. "You counted?"Harry asked and then promptly answered his own question. "Of course you did. You're Hermione after all." "I counted as well and Hermione's number is correct, in case you were curious," offered Luna. As they approached the front door of the lingerie and sex shop, the cries and shouts of the protesters filled Harry's ears. "Degenerates!" "You're supporting foul behavior!" "Nasty, disreputable acts of depravity!" Harry took in the signs the protesters held. "Your Flith!" "Nastie Bugers!" "Propor Behaveor/NOW//!"/ "Is it me, or do all protest signs have to be misspelled?" Harry asked rhetorically. "And don't forget about the bad grammar," Luna added. "/'Your' is possessive which makes that sign mean something completely different. It's like they're offering to give you back /'Your Flith' /because they've been holding onto it for you. Whatever /'flith' is." Hermione, who would normally have been the one to point out the assault against the English language, was far too overjoyed by the turnout to have cared. The brunette was making high pitched squealing sounds, ones that would conceivably make dogs bark up to a mile away. "I thought for sure no one would show up thanks to the Prudish Bitch," Ron stated. Then, the witch Harry recognized as the Prudish Bitch in question broke off from the group and in a limping lumber, staggered to Harry and his friends. "Saying such nasty things about people behind their backs will get you warts," the old and haggard witch warned Ron. The witch turned and looked at Harry with her milky-blue eyes and pointed one of her boney fingers at him, saying "So, how do you like the turn out? Does it meet your expectations?" Before Harry could ask the witch what she was on about, a wizard of around thirty trotted up and, looking at the line of people waiting to go into Franklin's, asked "What's this all about?" "We're protesting filth and immoral actions!" the elderly witch announced angrily. "That filthy book will be the downfall of this noble nation! The downfall, I tell you! DOWNFALL!" she screamed. "Wait, that book on sex magic that was in the Prophet the other day is on sale? Brilliant!" the wizard said with a cheer. "I have to get one! Where's the end of the queue?" "'Round that corner, down a bit, and 'round another corner," the elderly witch answered in an oddly helpful and sweet manner. "There's a downright handsome bloke with red hair who's selling refreshments to the people already waiting." "Cheers," the wizard said and trotted off to join the queue. The old witch turned back to Harry and said with a happy lilt to her cracking voice, "There's no press like bad press. Controversies always draw a crowd." "Excuse me?"Hermione asked. "It's the best and cheapest advertising you can get. The newspapers are more than happy to write stories dealing with controversies, because it gets the attention of the public. And the public, being the curious buggers they are, are drawn to the controversy like moths to a flame," the witch continued. "And best of all, we didn't have to spend a knut. All of this," she said, gesturing to the long queue of people, "was for free." "Wait... Fred?"Harry asked, staring in disbelief at the old witch. "George actually, Fred's the one selling refreshments to the people waiting in the queue," she, or rather he answered. "I'm wearing an improved version of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes/ 'Hag in a Bag.'"/ "You're the Prudish Bitch?" Hermione asked in shock. "Funny; Fred and Iwere thinking about naming her that, but we didn't think the /Prophet/would print it," George said in the old witch's voice. "So we settled on Mary Swan-Cummings-Smith-Marshal-McGuffin. Nothing sounds more frigid than an overly hyphenated name." "You created an activist group to protest our book?" asked Harry, hotly. "Yes," he replied. "Why?" demanded Harry. "Nothing piques the public's interest like a good controversy," George explained. "Who are these people?" Hermione asked, indicating the group of protesters. "When I gave that interview to the /Prophet/, we didn't have a group called Proper Behavior Now. Not a single member besides myself," George explained. "But this lot read the article and showed up today with signs so I put them to work." "So these people are actually protesting our book?" asked Harry as he observed the group as they chanted "We don't want filth!" "Yeah, they, like the folks in the queue, are attracted to controversy," George said. "Happens all the time, really." "Are you saying you planned all of this?" demanded Hermione. "You created a false character, a false group, a false protest, just to generate publicity for our book?" "I thought you were the smartest witch of our generation," George shot back in his usual playful manner. "Yes, I did. And it is working wonders. When I got here this morning, there were already fifty or sixty people waiting for the shop to open so they could buy the book. Each and every one of them read the /Prophet/article. Then, as we started to protest, more and more people came. Some came because of the article. Others came because of the racket the protesters were making." Harry and his friends watched as more and more people walked up to the protesters or the people in the queue to ask them what the hullabaloo was all about, only to join the queue themselves. In a handful of minutes, Harry saw no less than fifteen people inquire and then join the queue. "I can't believe people are this easily led," stated Hermione. "Some people are nothing more than cattle, my dear," George said with pride. "And being a businessman, I love them for it." SoG SoG SoG By midday, Hermione, who had been keeping track of how many people were entering the shop, came to the conclusion that they would need to print more books. So the four friends popped over to Luna's home and quickly printed out another batch of books. Well, actually, Ron and Luna printed the books. The moment the first book popped out of the printing machine, Hermione dragged Harry to one of the house's bedroom and promptly shagged him. A few hours later- and two "quickies" for Harry and Hermione - the four friends returned to Franklin's with several hundred books floating behind them. In order to conceal their identities, they all wore their robes' hoods high, to cover their faces as the entered the crowded shop. Alas, their efforts at keeping their identities were all but shatter when Alicia saw them. Well, for Harry at least. "Oh, thank God you're here, Harry!" exclaimed Alicia. Thankfully, she didn't mention Harry's surname. "I just sold out five minutes ago and I was afraid I'd have a riot on my hands." The moment the books were set on the ground, the witches and wizards gathered in the shop descended like locus. In a matter of seconds, several dozen books were sold. "Perhaps we should print more books?" suggested Luna as the stacks of books they had just bought steadily and rapidly shrank. Harry turned to Hermione, and just as he had expected, the brunette had a lustful burning in her eyes. Just the mere thought of printing more books had turned her on. "How about we pop back to Hogwarts first so I can pick up some virility potions," Harry said. "Otherwise I doubt I'll be able to keep up with the printer." SoG SoG SoG The next morning's/Prophet/ declared in big, bold letters: "Sales Records Smashed as if hit by Reducto due to popular controversial book! Books of Love Magic: Volume One shattered the first day sales record - previously held by Gilderoy Lockhart's Magical Me. The sex-magic book, which sold approximately 3,000 copies in the first day alone, drew controversy due to its topic..." Harry, sitting at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall, was holding the paper in front of his face, rereading the article for the fourth time. Actually, he wasn't rereading as much as he was using the paper as a shield. A shield used primarily to hide Hermione's disappearance from her seat next to Harry from their fellow students who were eating breakfast. You see, Hermione had been so excited by the sales of the book that she couldn't help herself. She had slipped under the table and was having an in-depth "conversation" with 'Harry, Jr.'. She was telling the member just how happy this news made her, so to speak. Once Harry and Hermione were finished with their breakfasts - albeit Harry's meal was more conventional than Hermione's - the two got up to go back to their room. Harry, being a gentleman, had every intention of returning Hermione's favor. But unlike his bits, which were forward facing and pivoting, Hermione's weren't, so he couldn't just slip under the table like she had unless they did some major unladylike repositioning. So, he had planned on taking her back to their room and giving her a handful of orgasms. However, before they could exit the Great Hall, Su Li came bounding up to the couple with a familiar book clutched in her hands. "Could you please autograph this for me?" Su requested with a happy squeal. She was holding Books of Love Magic: Volume One and a quill up for the couple. "I received mine by owl last night, and I must have you two sign it!" "Ah, I don't know why you'd want us to do that," Harry said, hoping that the ruse would work. "Oh, please, you two may have disguised your faces but you didn't bother to disguise your genitals," Su said dismissively. "Our... genitals?"asked Hermione in shock. "Yeah, I watched those pensieve memories so much that I can recognize your bits anywhere," Su said with a happy glow to her face. Hermione suddenly turned white as a sheet. "I forgot about that," she muttered regretfully, as if it was silly of her not to have realized that they should've put glamour charms on/ 'Harry, Jr.' and 'Miss Nibbles.'/ "Do you think anyone else/ 'recognized'/ us?" asked Harry, pensively. His question wasn't answered so much in words as it was by the sight of dozens of his peers pulling copies of Books of Love Magic: Volume One from their bags and rushing to stand behind Su, clearly wanting Harry and Hermione's autograph. "Oh, bollocks,"cursed Hermione. "Don't worry, we all had a nice long chat about your/ 'secret identities' /last night after the group reading and orgy," Su said soothingly to Hermione. "Wait, there was a group reading and I wasn't invited?" the brunette asked, offended by the notion that anyone would have a book reading without her, regardless of the fact that she wrote the book or not. Harry wanted to continue with Hermione's line of thought and say "Wait, there was an orgy..." but he thought his lover would just become more upset. "We all agreed that we won't spill the beans," Su concluded. By this point, a line thirty two people long was behind Su. "Wow, that must've been one hell of an orgy," commented Harry. "It kind of got weird once Sprout and Slughorn showed up," the Asian witch said with a scrunched up nose. "Thank Merlin they didn't ask anyone to swap partners." "There was swapping?" asked Harry, trying to block out the mental image of Sprout and Slughorn. "Yeah," replied Su. "Let me tell you, Filch had one hell of a mess to clean up this morning." With a dismissive shrug of his shoulders, Harry admitted, "Well, there's no point in trying to hide from it." Hermione, too, shrugged her shoulders, agreeing with Harry's assessment. Harry took the book and quill from Su and asked, "Should I sign it 'Harry Potter' or 'Tim Hunter?'" "It doesn't matter, they're both the same person after all," Su pointed out. "I think we should stick with our pen-names," suggested Hermione. As Harry scribbled his nom de plume, he offered "Do you want Ron and Luna to sign as well?" "Wait, Luna? The girl with the enormous jugs is Luna?" a sixth year Hufflepuff, four people back, asked. "Did someone mention me and my breasts?" asked Luna, suddenly appearing next to Harry. After a short explanation as to how their cover was blown, Ron and Luna joined in the autograph session. For the next half-hour, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna signed every single copy of the book, including Slughorn and Sprout's. Every once in a while, Ron had to be reminded to sign "Neil Gaiman" and not his real name. Whereas Luna altered her pseudonym slightly by adding a nickname:/ "Perky/'Jugs' Weatherby." A short while later, she further tweaked with this new moniker by signing; "Perky/ 'The Jugs' /Weatherby." "Notice the definitive article? It adds much more significance," the odd blonde explained. SoG SoG SoG That night, after supper, Harry and Hermione made their way back to their room. But before they reached their destination, the dreaded ghost of Gryffindor jumped out of the shadows and rushed up to the two young lovers. The ghost threw his arms around both Harry and Hermione and pulled them to his chest. He began to weep, noisily into Hermione's hair. Silver tears poured down his face and trickled into Hermione's frizzy mop. "Thank you, thank you both so very, very much," the ghost said in a hiccup. "You've made me so very happy." "I take it you've seen the book,' Harry said in a deadpan. "It was s-s-so wonderful," Gryffindor choked out. "You have surpassed all of my previous protegees, Harry. I'm so proud." "I'm not your protege,"objected Harry. "Crowley would've been so incensed to hear me say that, but you beat everything he ever did, my boy," cheered Gryffindor. He placed a kiss on Harry and Hermione's cheeks and squeezed their bottoms before pulling away. "Well, I must be off," the ghost announced. "Don't let us keep you," Harry said, hoping Gryffindor would make his exit. "That book of yours has made everyone incredibly randy. The sixth year Hufflepuffs are having a naked wrestling match tonight. One ring is for oil-wrestling, another for mud, and the third has loads of jelly. They have something for everyone!"Gryffindor said with glee. "The losers have to /'service' /the seventh years." "And what happens to the winners?" asked Harry, instantly regretting it. "Why they get serviced by the fifth years, of course," the ghost said, a broad smile bisecting his face. The Founder took four steps away from the two young lovers and spun around to face them again. "Oh, I have a suggestion for your next book," he said, a broad, perverted grin stretched across his lips. Well, more perverted than usual. "What makes you think there'll be another book?" asked Hermione. "We're not planning on writing another book." "I heard you were a terrible liar but to see it in person is something else," the ghost said. "Damn," muttered Hermione. "Oh don't worry, my young, sexy friend, even if you could lie, I still would've known the truth," Gryffindor said, sportingly. "While invisible, I've been observing the both of you for quite some time now." "What?" screeched Hermione. "Oh, yes, I saw those shows you put on for the Auror and your big titted blonde friend. I watched, unseen, in silent wonder as you and your friends shot the photos for the book. I nearly shouted for joy when you performed the, what was it called? Ah, yes; the Double Up Ward. It's truly a delight to see you two play with anal-beads, masterful you are." The ghost paused and applauded the couple for their fine work. "Don't you have an under-aged wrestling match to watch?" asked Harry bitterly. It was true that everyone had seen him and Hermione go at it time and time again, but the thought of this lecherous ghost abusing himself over it bothered Harry. "Fine, fine, let me just give you my suggestion for your next book," Gryffindor said. He rubbed his hands together and spoke; "The theme for your next book is..." Like a stage magician, Gryffindor threw up his hands and stars and sparkles erupted from his fingertips as if they were Roman Candles. "I didn't think ghosts could do stuff like that," Harry said. "Ghosts can't affect the physical world either, but Gryffindor was able to squeeze both of our arses just now. He's a 'special' ghost, unfortunately," Hermione said grumpily. Suddenly, the stars began to spin around and dance in midair. In a few short seconds they began to form letters. "Here it comes,"Gryffindor said gleefully. The first letter appeared. A giant "S" made out of sparkling stars hovered two feet over the ghost's head. A "C" soon appeared and Gryffindor began to giggle like the pervert he was. "Oh, bollocks, I can see where this is headed," groaned Harry. The next letter was a massive "A" followed promptly by a large "T." "Ta-da!" the ghost announced triumphantly as the letters burned and glowed, completely illuminating the hall. "No," Hermione said, and without a pause, she turned and marched down the hall. Harry shook his head and followed his girlfriend. "Oh come on," the ghost called out to them. "Don't knock it unless you try it!" "Enjoy your wrestling match," Harry said over his shoulder. "You know what? I was wrong about you being my best protege," Gryffindor stated loudly. "Crowley wouldn't have balked at some new adventure!" With a loud grunt that told Harry the ghost was disappointed, Gryffindor turned and trotted off to the Hufflepuff common room. Now that the perverted pest had been dealt with, Harry and his girlfriend returned to their room. There they found an owl carrying a large sack, perched on a chair. The owl hooted and flew out the window, leaving its package... and the sack on the table. A note was attached to the bag. While Harry cleaned up the owl droppings, Hermione read aloud: "Dear 'Tim' and 'Mona,' Second day's sales of your book trumped first day's; we sold another 4,000 copies! I had to fire-call Luna's dad so that he could make more books (by the way, he's a strange bloke, he kept asking if I wanted to pop over and see his doily collection). I had no less than twenty customers buy at least two copies so that they could give it as a present to friends or family. The sack contains your share as authors and publishers of the first two days of sales. It's a measly 14,220 galleons - the shop took its share of 3,210. I have to thank you because I get a commission on sales. So not only will I get to share in the book sales, nearly every customer bought lingerie and toys to boot. Excluding your book, I sold over 10,000 galleons in other merchandise! We're bloody out of stock on everything! Let me tell you, my paycheck is going to be massive this month! It will more than make up for the lack of sales over the past few months! Oh, just thought you'd like to know; the couple who lives in the flat above me are in the process of performing the Anti-Apparation Ward as I write this. I know because me and my boyfriend did it earlier and my neighbors stopped by to ask for some pointers. Anyway, my boyfriend and I are going to try out another of your wonderfully exciting rituals... or two. Ta, Alicia." "14,220 galleons!"exclaimed Hermione. "Not too shabby,"Harry said with a broad smile. "Wait until Ron and Luna get their share of this. I think he'll have a coronary." "This is cause for celebration!" cheered Hermione. Obviously, she was thrilled over the thought of her work reaching so many people. That and there was a whole lot of gold in that bag. "You know, anal sex is a damn good way to celebrate," offered Harry. Unfortunately for our hero and 'Harry, Jr.', before Hermione could reply - knowing her, there was a very good chance that she would've said something along the lines of "You know, Harry, that would be a splendid idea" - the silver doe Patronus strolled through their closed door, much like a ghost passing though awall. It stood and looked at the two young lovers, clearly waiting for them to follow. Harry looked at his girlfriend and asked, dejectedly, "I take it this mean there won't be any buggering?" With an equal amount of disappointment, she answered, "No." Clearly, she too was looking forward to the thought of being on the receiving end of the celebratory sodomy that Harry had proposed. Harry pulled out his wand, saying, "Even though I trust what you said about the Patronus being a Light Magic and the caster meaning us no harm, I still think we should be on our guard." "I agree," said Hermione as she withdrew her wand from her pocket. The young couple walked past the doe and opened the door. With a trot, the magical creation walked through the opening and into the hall. Harry and Hermione followed. The doe led them out of the castle and onto the school grounds. After a few minutes, Harry noticed that it was taking them to an all too familiar tree. "The Whomping Willow?" said Hermione. The massive tree's limbs were motionless; clearly someone had pressed the hidden knot which froze the Willow's club-like branches. "It must be taking us to the Shrieking Shack." Just as predicted, the doe trotted down into the secret tunnel leading to the Shack. After minutes of walking, they approached the trapdoor entrance to the Shrieking Shack. Harry's stomach tightened and bile crept up his throat when he climbed through the trapdoor and saw the greasy, bat-like wizard standing off in a corner. "Why didn't you come the first time I called for you?" Snape demanded. Like an obedient pet, the doe Patronus walked next to Snape and stood by his side. "Wait, you cast that Patronus?" Hermione asked incredulously. Instead of responding, Snape waved his wand and the doe disappeared like a puff of smoke, proving he was indeed the one that cast the doe Patronus. "Do you realize how much danger I've put myself under?" Snape snapped. "Leaving the Dark Lord's castle once draws unwanted attention. However, you didn't respond to my first call the other night, and I was forced to brave the hazards once again by coming here tonight!" "We didn't know it was you," defended Harry, with anger in his voice. He didn't like being pushed around by Snape. And now that the git wasn't his professor, Harry had no intention of holding back his anger out of fear for "losing House points." "I must admit, the Patronus is not an effective communication tool," Snape said, begrudgingly. "If only it could talk. Then, maybe it could deliver messages. But no, that would be insipidly preposterous." "Perhaps we can come up with a better way to communicate," suggested Hermione. "Why not a written code based off of LaMarche's Brain Theory?" Snape seemed to ponder over this for a moment. "LaMarche was a genius, despite his penchant for making up new and infeasible plans for world domination, seemingly every night." Then, visibly struggling, the greasy wizard admitted, "That appears to be a viable idea. We shall use LaMarche' Brain Theory for any future communications." "So, did you get the Locket?" asked Harry, hoping to stop the idle chatter. The sooner he was away from Snape the better as far as he was concerned. "You need to ask?" Snape questioned snidely. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the Locket and set it on a nearby table. "I would ask why the Shack is no longer a hovel, but I have a distinct feeling that I wouldn't like the answer," the greasy wizard commented, gazing at the Shack's new grandiose interior. Harry recalled that he had accidentally recreated the building into its current palatial state when he and Hermione first made love. "How'd you get the Locket from Zardoz?" Hermione asked her former potions professor. "I was under the impression that he would never give up anything from his collection." With Hermione's comment, Harry suddenly recalled an article from the Daily Prophet. The article's title had read; "Eccentric Collector Loses Everything in Fire." "Wait, you burned his house down?" Snape glared at Harry with his black eyes a moment before admitting; "It had to be done." "You burned down Zardoz's house!" Hermione exclaimed. "You said it yourself: he would've never given up such a prize," he justified, gesturing at Slytherin's Locket. "The man was obsessed with the Founders. I knew that he couldn't be bargained, bartered, or reasoned with." "So you burned down his house?" Harry asked, still in disbelief. "Yes, there was no other way." "Couldn't you have swiped it in the middle of the night?" asked Hermione. "You seem to forget, the Locket is one of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes," argued Snape in a condescending tone. "If I had stolen it like a thief in the night, like you suggest, when Zardoz woke up and discovered the locket missing, he would've raised a commotion, to say the least. He would've alerted the authorities and the /Daily Prophet/. The news that Slytherin's Locket was stolen would've surely reached the Dark Lord. And he would've become alarmed; so much so that he'd check on his other Horcruxes." "Oh," muttered Hermione. The thought of what Snape had described had clearly chilled her. "You could've have adjusted his memory, remove his memories dealing with the Locket," said Harry. "There had to be another way than to destroy his house and his collection." "Ah, that is a brilliant idea, Potter. Why didn't I think of adjusting Zardoz's memory? Because I'm not an utter imbecile!" snapped Snape. "What would've happened if I did just simply adjust his memory but he had some sort of paperwork, such as sale receipts and insurance coverage on the Locket, hmm? That would've raised suspicion, wouldn't it? Can you imagine Zardoz, who had no recollection of buying the Locket, discovering evidence to the contrary? Again, he would've drawn unwanted attention that surely would've reached the Dark Lord." "I see your point," mumbled Harry. "It was necessary to set the fire and destroy Zardoz's collection so that he'd think the Locket was destroyed with the rest of his collection," Snape explained, patronizingly. "That way, the Locket would not have been singled out in any reports and be unlikely to gain the Dark Lord's attention. "Have you located the final Horcrux?" the greasy wizard asked. "No, not yet,"Harry grumbled. "I shall try to garnish the information from the Dark Lord, but it will require tact and delicacy," Snape mused. "If I find the hiding place, I will send you a message using LaMarche's theory as agreed." "We'll do the same if we find it first," Hermione declared, taking Snape's comment as a challenge. "Then I wish you luck," Snape said, obviously not meaning a word of it. Harry marched to the table and snatched up the Locket and slipped it into his pocket. Without saying goodbye, Harry took Hermione's hand and led her through the trapdoor and into the underground tunnel. To say that Harry was upset would've been an understatement. Snape always got the young wizard to lose his cool and anger him. It seemed to Harry that Snape enjoyed riling him up. "Um, Harry, this might not be the best time to bring this up," began Hermione, anxiously. "What?" barked Harry, still fuming over Snape. "It's about Snape's Patronus," she said. "The form it takes." "It's a doe, big deal," he returned. He was so angry that he was stomping his feet with each step through the secret tunnel. "Ah, the form a Patronus takes is representative of the caster's affections, remember?" she continued, her nervousness would've been noticed by Harry if he wasn't so upset at the time. "So what?" "Snape's Patronus is a doe, Harry." "That just means he is obsessed with my Mum," he stated. Harry wished Hermione would just drop the subject. "Why would he cast a doe then?" she asked. "We know Lily wasn't an animagus. If she had been, Remus would've told us by now. The doe cannot have any connection to Lily." "What are you getting at?" "The doe is the counterpart to the stag. Snape's Patronus is directly connected to your father's animagus form." "But that doesn't make sense," Harry stopped walking and faced his girlfriend. "Snape hated my dad. And the Patronus deals with affection and love. Why in the world would Snape's Patronus be representative of my Dad?" "The only thing that makes sense is that Snape hated your father for a different reason, a reason he doesn't understand himself," suggested Hermione. "I think that Snape... ah... loved James." At that moment, Harry felt very much like vomiting. Even the mere suggestion of what Hermione had said had frightened/ 'Harry, Jr.' /so much that the organ ran away and hid in Harry's body cavity. "B-bu-b-but he hated my Dad," Harry said weakly, as his head spun and his stomach churned. How could Hermione even think that? It was bad enough that Snape liked wanking to his mother, but now Hermione was proposing that Snape loved his father. "Well, Draco hates you," Hermione countered. "Yet, we know that he has been lusting over you. "I think, deep down, Snape was attracted to James from a young age, and it confused and frightened Snape," speculated the brunette. "I've read that some men, or even boys, are often confused and frightened when they get homosexual desires for the first time. And Snape tried to quell this desire for James by hating him out of fear and confusion. Snape actively turned his affection for James into hate in order to counteract his new-found feelings." Harry had to put his hand on the wall of the tunnel to steady himself. If he didn't there was avery good chance that he would fall to the ground. "And that's probably why he's overly obsessed with your mother," continued Hermione. "He convinced himself that he wasn't gay and fixated on Lily. Or even subconsciously he wanted to be her. That way he'd be with James, much like your mother was with him." "But when we gave him Veritaserum he said he loved my mum," Harry said, desperately trying to find a hole in Hermione's logic for the sake of his own sanity. "Veritaserum makes people tell the truth!" "Truth is nothing more than an interpretation of emotions. One person's truth is another's lie. When he was given Veritaserum, Snape spoke his version of the truth, which wasn't factual, in a sense. It's clear that Snape has repressed his affection, so much so that he probably doesn't even recall ever having loving feelings towards James and that he believes with all of his heart that he hated James and loved Lily," countered Hermione. "But despite convincing himself that he hated James, Snape's subconscious still remembers. And much like how your subconscious made your Patronus a stag, Snape's made his a doe," continued Hermione. "Essentially, Snape's subconscious is admitting his hidden love for James by making his Patronus the female equivalent for your father's animagus form." Harry slumped against the earthen wall. When he discovered that Sirius and Remus had been lovers, he had been surprised and a little shocked. But this revelation regarding Snape disgusted Harry. If it had been any other bloke who had been in love with his father, Harry would've been able to take it in stride. But not Snape! He was the most vile, hateful man Harry knew, next to Voldemort. It was bad enough when Harry had been told that Snape was obsessed with his mother to the point of stalking her and wanking over the image of her and her possessions as he did with her school notes. But now he's being told that that obsession was only a cover to hide Snape's true love: James! However much he loathed admitting it, Hermione's reasoning was sound. Snape, the foul, nasty wizard that had tormented Harry's life for the past seven years, was unknowingly in love with the young wizard's dead father. Hermione wrapped her arms around her troubled lover and whispered, "How about we put this nasty subject behind us and head back to our room. After we perform a particular ritual you can tie me up to the bedposts and have your way with me." "That's one of the reasons why I love you," Harry said, returning the embrace. His arms still trembled from the shocking news, but he drew strength from his lover and their impending shag. "You always have a way of making everything seem brighter." "Oh, how sweet,"Hermione said. "For such a nice compliment, I'll let you cum wherever you want; in me or on me, anywhere." "And that's another reason I love you," he said and kissed her. "So, what's the ritual you have in mind?" "The Locating ritual," she said. "We need, no, we have to find that last Horcrux before Snape does. I want to rub his hooked nose in it." "And yet another reason I love you," he said, not only because his lover was so confident and driven to best Snape, but because he was going to get a hand-job out of it. Author's notes: Yes, I know I'm not the first person to point out that Snape must've been in love with James because of his Patronus, but that just means it makes sense to others as well. According to Rowling's own rules dealing with the Patronus, it is easily deduced that Snape had the hots for Harry's dad, not Lily. Of course, Rowling wanted to say that Snape's Patronus was symbolic of Lily, and since James' animal form is a stag, the male equivalent to a doe, that it meant James and Lily were soul mates. But since Rowling is utter crap at romance, this concept was lost somewhere between her notes and published material and the reader was left feeling uneasy and confused about the whole James/Lily/Snape triangle.
Title: 33Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Thirty Three: Spelunking in Dark, Dirty Places. Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing, et al. and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made. 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 Thirty Three: The gang discovers the location of the missing Horcrux. The moment Harry and Hermione entered their chambers, the brunette made a beeline directly to the potions cupboard. While quickly and efficiently pulling various ingredients out, she told Harry, "Give me one of your socks; you know that we need it to perform the locating ritual." "Not that I don't like han- err - I mean; not that I don't think performing the location ritual isn't a good idea, but don't you think we should use Gryffindor's sword to destroy the Locket first?" he asked, holding up the Horcrux in question. "Isn't it dangerous to keep lying around?" "Harry, it's not the /One Ring/. And we're not /Smeagol/," returned Hermione. "I doubt that it will be whispering to our souls and corrupting us. Besides, I want to trump Snape and find the last Horcrux before he does." "Not only will we get a head start on that greasy git, but I'll get a hand-job out of it, to boot," Harry said, eagerly joining Hermione's point of view. Hand-jobs and besting that arse Snape were two very worthwhile endeavors. "And as to not destroying the Locket, I'm hoping that leaving it whole for the moment will give us a new starting point for the ritual," continued Hermione, stirring ingredients in the cauldron. "Since the Locket, one of the Horcruxes, will be in the same room as us, we should start right here rather than plunging through the floor like we have every time before. Hopefully, this will change the outcome and we'll be able to see where the missing Horcrux is located." A few minutes later, a naked Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed with his equally naked girlfriend kneeling before him. Her potion coated hands were wrapped around 'Harry, Jr.' who, needless to say, was very proud to be able to play such an essential part in the quest for Voldemort's Horcruxes. It was truly a noble cause for a truly noble penis. That and hand-jobs were a hoot. A few moments after they began chanting "/Praefoco Pullus"/ and "Ructo Vermis" Harry and Hermione, once again, had an out-of-body experience. The pair floated over Slytherin's Locket on the desk where Harry had put it - or rather, where Harry had discarded it hastily in preparation of a hand-job. "See, Harry, it's perfectly fine," Hermione spoke, indicating the Horcrux. "It's not corrupting us." "Well, the Diary did corrupt Ginny," argued Harry. "It didn't corrupt her, it possessed her," countered Hermione. "And that was after the silly girl started a correspondence with the thing. She spent weeks writing in it while it fed off of -" Hermione's lecture was cut off as the couple dove through the floor. In no time, Harry and Hermione had once again found themselves floating in the inky blackness. "Damn, I was hoping that starting off at the Locket would change this," said Hermione as she continued to stroke him. "Do you still get the feeling that this place is familiar, Harry?" "Well, besides being familiar with it because we've been here each time we do the han - err - location ritual, yeah, it does," he replied. A few moments later the two were flying like a bullet once again. They burst forth from the ground and soared through the night sky. The landscape below was nothing more than a blur of lights and dark colors. Mountains, hills, and cities rocketed by them. They were moving so fast, yet again, that it would've been impossible for them to keep track of their journey. Finally, the pair began to slow down as they approached the keep that the villain Voldemort was using as his base. They flew through the walls as if the bricks and mortar were not there and found the evil wizard standing before a large, ornately decorated and carved mirror. "Where's Wormtail?"asked Hermione in a panic. "I can't see Wormtail!" "I don't think Voldemort has him up his arse. Remember, Voldemort had his robes up around his hips when we saw that," comforted Harry. Of course he not only said this to ease Hermione, but to alleviate the fear and revulsion that threatened to seize him as well. Harry was about to start a discussion with Hermione as to where the missing Horcrux could possibly be when Voldemort pulled out his wand. The snake-like man waved his wand in acircle about his own face. He incanted: "Verruca Vesuvius!" "Wait, that's a Zit Hex," announced Hermione just as dozens of large and disgusting blemishes sprung up all over Voldemort's face. "Why would Voldemort cast a Zit Hex at himself?" asked Harry. Unfortunately for Harry and Hermione's psyche, the young wizard's inquiry was answered by Voldemort's action. The evil wizard leaned close to the mirror so that his nose was just an inch or two away from it. The fiend looked almost lovingly at the numerous pus filled mountains on his face. Delicately, Voldemort reached up, placed the tips of his forefingers on either side of a particularly large zit, and squeezed. The blemish erupted, spraying its white, lumpy discharge onto the mirror. With wide, sparkling eyes, Voldemort practically squealed; "Oh-ho, that was a good one!" The fiend then did something that truly disturbed Harry. Opening his mouth wide, Voldemort stuck out his tongue and ran it up the mirror, lapping up the infected discharge. "Oh my God,"bemoaned Hermione as Voldemort smacked his lips like a man who had just had a satisfying meal. Harry could hear his girlfriend's revulsion in her voice. "That's disgusting!" "Tonight will be a landmark in history. The world will tremble at my might!" the now-zit covered evil wizard boasted to himself. Once again, Voldemort began to squeeze another large pimple. "This is going to be a good one!" he said excitedly while the blemish began to swell. A soft pop announced the explosion of pus. He cheered ecstatically "YES!" before licking the greenish globs dribbling down the mirror once again. His red eyes sparkled and a mad grin split his face, Voldemort let out a shuttering breath, as if he had just been overcome with a wave of passion. It was clear that Voldemort was getting some sort of perverse thrill from popping and then licking up the zits that coated his face. The wizard's hands trembled in anticipation as he reached for the next large white head. "I think I'm going to be ill," groaned Harry with bile marching up his throat. Granted, the scene wasn't as bad as when Voldemort demanded that Wormtail turn into a rat and crawl into his arse, but the thought of eating one's zits for some sort of sexual thrill made Harry's stomach churn. The disembodied wizard ordered his lover frantically, "Pump faster! I need to cum so we can end the ritual and get out of here!" "I'm trying! I'm trying!" she said, her transparent hands a blur of motion on 'Harry, Jr.' A knock on the door drew Voldemort's attention away from his depraved activity. "What is it?"he barked, upset over the interruption. "Master, your servants have gathered in the hall as you requested. We await your orders, my Lord," an unrecognizable voice sounded through the closed door. "I'll be there in a moment," snapped Voldemort. With a rapid motion, the fiend squeezed another zit, causing it to spray the discharge on the mirror. In a regrettable simultaneous action, Harry ejaculated that that precise moment; his seed left his loins the moment the yellowing pus left Voldemort's blemish. He and Hermione returned to their bodies instantly. Blinking, Harry looked at his girlfriend. Like the times they performed this ritual before, his sticky /'love juice'/was dribbling down her face. Normally, Harry got a naughty thrill at the sight of a messy-faced Hermione. But thanks to the disgusting scene he had just witnessed, the whitish ejaculate that dribbled down Hermione's pretty face reminded him of Voldemort's pus trickling down the mirror. To add to Harry's emotional discomfort, the act of Voldemort eating his own pus unfortunately reminded Harry of one of Hermione's favorite activities. His mind likened Voldemort's action to that of Hermione licking up Harry's cum, which just made the ordeal that much worse. Such a wonderful thing as his girlfriend gobbling up his sticky cum was now seemingly ruined because of Voldemort. "Well, that was a mood killer," muttered Hermione. Harry's discharge dripping down her face stood out on the witch's sickly green complexion. Fighting back the half-burp, half-vomit affectionately referred to as a "verp," Harry summarized "I take it this means I won't be tying you to the bed and having my way with you." "No," she said and stood. "Pardon me; I'm going to throw up now." "I'm next," he said, fighting back the urge to purge his stomach. As he heard Hermione retching in the loo, Harry picked up Gryffindor's Sword and marched to the Locket. He tapped the blade on the Horcrux lightly and the Locket cut cleanly in half. SoG SoG SoG It had been a restless night for both Harry and Hermione. The image of Voldemort /"grooming"/himself had left the couple feeling nauseous and queasy, which led to the fitful slumber. Also, they both had been looking forward to the whole "tying Hermione up to the bed and Harry having his way with her" thing and were now physically frustrated over the lack of binding charms and orgasms. The first thing Hermione did upon waking was to recast the anti-conception charm on herself. With the disturbing image of Voldemort and his perverse hobby still fresh in his mind, Harry said; "That's not really necessary; I don't think I can even think about sex for a long while." "It's better to be safe than sorry," Hermione stated after completing the charm. "I don't want to risk getting pregnant before both of us are ready." After the two showered and dressed separately, a knock on the door sounded. Harry opened it to find Luna presenting the morning edition of The Daily Prophet. "Just thought you'd like to read this," the blonde said, handing Harry the paper. "Ta," she said with a wave and walked away. Hermione joined her boyfriend and they read the front page: "He Who Must Not Be Named Dealt Devastating Blow! Late last night, He Who Must Not Be Named and his followers launched a ten prong attack against prominent MLE and Wizengamot officials'homes. Thankfully, these attacks backfired on You Know Who and his Death Eaters. One home that was targeted belonged to Madame Rose Witherton, a retired Hit Wizard and holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class. Madame Witherton is an elderly witch and by all rights, the score of Death Eaters who attempted to attack her should have killed her easily. However, last night happened to be Madame Witherton's annual Auror and Hit Wizard Dinner Party. The forty retired and active duty Aurors and Hit Wizards who were dining at Madame Witherton's home were able to successfully capture all twenty Death Eaters without any injuries. Most of the other nine homes faired better than Madame Witherton's, despite not having a regiment of highly trained Dark Wizard Hunters. By chance, the families of these nine homes had all just purchased "Books of Love Magic: Volume One" a book on sex magic rituals for home cleaning and protection. The same book that had been recently protested by Proper Behavior Now, an activist group, as being unnatural. /Mr. and Mrs. Huge Jones of //Ipswich/ had just finished performing several rituals listed in the sex-magic book when the Death Eaters attacked. "Me and Jill (Mrs. Jones) were in the middle of the Degnoming Ritual when we heard a commotion - well, a commotion different from the one we were making. I looked outside and saw a dozen or so Death Eaters writhing on the ground, expelling their bowels." Of these Death Eaters, seven were apprehended by Aurors called to the scene. Another house, belonging to Carl and Marybeth Swilde, was besieged by a reported fifteen Death Eaters. But thanks to the Binding and Anti-Apparation Rituals listed in the sex-magic book that the Swiles performed, eleven assailants were apprehended and sent to Azkaban. Unfortunately, You Know Who led the attack on the Cumberson home in /Bristol/ in person. The Most Feared Dark Wizard was able to dismantle the wards that Mr. and Mrs. Cumberson had recently erected by following the book's instructions and detailed photos. Thankfully however, the time He Who Must Not Be Named spent tearing down the sex-ritual wards gave the Cumbersons and their four children (Alec 10, Gus 7, Phyllis 4, and Roger 16 months) enough time to escape to safety. "It's a shame our house and everything in it was burnt to the ground by You Know Who," said Mr. Cumberson. "But my family is safe and that's all that really matters. I owe a great deal of gratitude to Puckle, Weatherby/,/Hunter/, and/ Gaiman; not only did their rituals save my family's lives, but they gave me and the missus a lot of fun in the process. We can't wait to erect the wards around our new place. And the fantastic sex that goes with it, you know?" In all, 52 Death Eaters were capture while an estimated 31 escaped. Only the Cumberson home suffered significant damage. Alicia Spinnet, a clerk from Franklin's of Cardiff, the exclusive retailers of Books of Love Magic, stated that she has already received orders from several different countries due to the early news of these foiled attempts. /"I just got ten owls from Germany, six from Spain, and twenty-one from France, all asking for copies of the book in different languages," Miss Spinnet said. "I'm going to have to post Har - I mean I'll have to post Tim Hunter and have him print up some foreign language versions of the book."/] Many in the book industry are already predicting the news that the rituals listed in the Books of Love Magic were successful against attacks will make the sales skyrocket. After completing the article, Hermione took the paper from Harry's hands, placed it on the table and spoke in a calm and even tone, "You're going to tie me to that bed and have your way with me right this instant." The lustful and longing look in his lover's eyes chased away any disturbing image of Voldemort and his hygiene that might have lingered in Harry's memory. In a scant matter of seconds and a few flicks from Harry's wand, Hermione was starkers and tied to the bed. However, instead of binding her wrists to the headboard and ankles to the footboard with invisible ropes as was the norm, Harry decided to mix things up a bit and "reversed the configuration"; even though Hermione was positioned on the bed in a normal fashion, her wrists were bound to the footboard while her ankles to the headboard. This meant that the brunette's legs were pulled up and over her head with her bare bottom up in the air, much to her pleasure. Once she was properly secured, Harry began having his way with her, just not in the traditional sense. The young wizard sat on the bed and began reading "Books of Love Magic: Volume One" aloud. If Hermione had been an "average" witch, this tactic wouldn't have done anything. But since Hermione loved books, in anear primal way, this action did a bang up job of turning her crank. Added to her unique pleasure was the fact that she wrote this particular book. "Books of Love Magic: Volume One. Written by Hermione Granger under the pen name Mona Puckle,"Harry read and his lover moaned. "Acknowledgment: this author would like to thank Thos. Antric and his landmark book The Magic of Making Love which was the spark and inspiration for this work. "Chapter One: Easy Home Cleaning Rituals. "Part One: The Dusting and Picture Straightening Ritual..." As Harry continued to read, he held the book in front of his face with his left hand while his right busied itself by rubbing, tweaking, pinching and poking various areas on Hermione's nubile body, only pausing in this activity to turn the page. By the time Harry had gotten to the second chapter - the one on cooking rituals - his fingers were very wet and sticky; therefore, so were the pages of the book. "Oh Harry, I need you now," Hermione groaned out. "But I'm in the middle of reading the Sour Milk Reverter Ritual," he falsely protested and pushed two fingers into her warm, wet folds. "PUT THAT BOOK DOWN AND SHAG ME ROTTEN!" she pressed in a less-than-ladylike way. Harry smiled a wicked smile and ordered; "Beg for it." And beg for it she did. The young witch used such delicate urgings like "I want you to slam me with your cock" and "After you fuck my wet box, I want you to put your cock up to my face so I can lick it: I want to taste 'Miss Nibbles' on 'Harry, Jr.'" When Harry happily succumbed to Hermione's pleas, he too was vocal. He further honed his blossoming skills in dirty talk by saying phrases along the lines of "You're a naughty little girl whose naughty book will be read by everyone in the world thanks to that article about the attacks. And now, everyone in the world will know just how naughty you are." "Do you like it when I stick my fingers up your bum while I'm shagging you?" And another phrase which got a congratulatory cheer from Hermione was: "How does it feel to know that everyone will know that you like to have your fanny filled with hot cum, you dirty girl." It was cathartic for Harry when he came on his lover's face. As Hermione wiped the sticky residue off her face and licked her fingers clean, the damage that had been caused by Voldemort's actions were healed. That and the naughty act recharged Harry and in a few moments he was shagging Hermione once again. SoG SoG SoG Over the next few days Harry and Hermione jumped right into creating new rituals for Books of Love Magic: Volume Two. One that Hermione particularly liked was called the"Home Shield Ritual." After the ritual was performed, the house was encased with an invisible shield that would rise when a threat was sensed. The shield was so powerful that it could withstand everything from an earthquake to an attack by a rampaging dragon. Of course the part that Hermione liked the best was the ritual itself: it included buggery and dirty talking by both participants. Luna even participated in the ritual creation. The blonde made a ritual that would aid in the fertility of crops, involving the "doggie-style" position and something called "fish-hooking." While they worked on the second book, news of the success of the first volume continued to surprise the two couples. In Poland, the book was credited with thwarting an up-and-coming dark wizard. After several generations of fighting, two feuding families in Australia formed a truce - and an orgy - thanks to the Books of Love Magic. The book was selling thousands and thousands of copies in every country save for the United States, mainly because the magical society there was originally based off of Puritan beliefs and still publicly shunned sex as a pleasurable activity, considering it a necessary evil. Every week, Alicia sent Harry and Hermione bags full of galleons along with notes of thanks. Due to the commission on sales she received, Alicia was able to move out of her tiny, rented flat and instead move into a three bedroom home of her own. Of course the money Alicia got from the book sales paled in comparison to Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna's shares. A proper description of the teens' financial status would be "filthy rich." One morning during breakfast, Ron, who now had a perpetual smile etched on his face due to the gold that weighed down his pockets, was contemplating how to tell his parent that he now had an excess of money. "I can't just show up one day and throw a sack of galleons on the table, now can I?" he asked, rhetorically. "I mean, they'll want to know where I got it from. I can't tell them that me and Luna are 'Neil Gaiman' and 'Perky Weatherby.'" "That's Perky 'The Juggs' Weatherby," corrected Luna. "They'd have a coronary if they found out I was in a sex magic book," concluded Ron. "Maybe we can talk with the twins," suggested Harry. "Have them say they started a side business- an owl order catalogue or something - and they hired you. They can say it's going so well that they are paying you loads of money." "Yeah, that might work," Ron said, shoveling food into his mouth. While Harry, Hermione, and Luna watched Ron unconsciously imitate a famished hippogriff, Ginny, who was showing a good deal already, waddled up to the two couples with Neville in tow. "Your guys' book has really gotten on my nerves," the young mother-to-be said, grouchily. "You're just upset because you're far enough along in your pregnancy that you and Neville can't have sex," Luna said, grinning over her unborn niece or nephew growing in Ginny's belly, not over her sister-in-law's predicament. "Otherwise, you might hurt the baby with that monstrosity that Neville calls a penis." "There are other ways you two can please each other without intercourse where Neville won't accidentally push through your cervix, Ginny," offered Hermione. "Yeah, yeah, blow-jobs, labia-licking, and the like. We're doing just fine in that area,"Ginny said, dismissively. "Ginny's really good at that stuff," Neville said with a combination of pride and embarrassment. "The blow-job bit, not the labia-licking one." "Merlin knows she's had loads of practice at that," Harry muttered into Hermione's ear. Ignoring Hermione's snickering, Ginny huffed, "I'm upset over everyone bugging me!" "Why would anyone bother you because of the book?" asked Harry. "Every single student - and a few of the teachers - have gotten it into their heads that they want to have sex in every possible room in the castle," the red haired witch explained. "Thanks to your damned book, there have been no less than twenty couples who have had sex in the library and a handful of orgies in the Room of Requirements. Rumor has it that Megan Jones and Blaise Zabini snuck into the Headmistress' office and shagged on her desk. The Hufflepuffs are boasting that they had a gangbang in the kitchen-" "Bet the House-Elves liked that," Harry commented off handedly. "If they're like Dobby, they like to watch." "Now they're trying to get into the Chamber," Ginny said. "The Chamber of Secrets?" asked Hermione, incredulously. "Yeah, since seemingly every square inch of this castle has been used to shag on or in, there's a bunch of people trying to get into the Chamber so they can have bragging rights of being the first ones to do it there," Ginny said. "Orla Quirke dragged me into Moaning Myrtle's loo, she said it was important. When I got there, I saw Orla's boyfriend, Steward Ackerley, hissing and spitting like a snake at the faucet trying to get it to open. Orla brought me there hoping that I could give them pointers on how to speak parseltongue - because they thought I remembered being possessed - so they could open the Chamber." "Wait, parseltongue is a magical language," Ron barked. "You can't imitate a magical language! For pity's sake, it's a language where you talk to snakes and everybody knows snakes don't have ears!" "Snakes do have organs that pick up vibrations, actually. So people can imitate noises that could sound close enough to parseltongue," offered Luna. "Maybe they'll get lucky and mimic 'open' close enough to trick the magic surrounding the entrance." "That's assuming that 'open' in parseltongue is a simple word to pronounce as it is in English," returned Hermione. "What if 'open' ends up being a four or five syllable word instead of a two syllable as it is in English? Then there's also the fact that there may be several different words or sounds for the word 'open'/in parseltongue. One may mean to open a door another may mean to be open and truthful and there may only be a slight, but vital difference in pronunciation between the two words. You could accidentally say the latter /'open' and the Chamber would remain closed because you unknowingly said the improper word." "Don't forget there are some aspects of parseltongue that have to be sub-vocal," Harry said. "When the Basilisk was roaming around, I heard it twice when I was with people; once with Hermione and Ron and the other with that git Lockhart. And no one, besides myself, heard anything: no hissing, nothing. That means there has to be some part to the language that are too low or too high for people who aren't parselmouths to hear." "So when Harry says open, we could hear his hiss, but the parselmouth magic could make parts of that hiss go so high or so low that we couldn't hear it," Hermione concluded. "Regardless of whether a non-parselmouth can open the Chamber or not, why would anyone want to have sex down there," Harry said with his face scrunching up in disgust. "It's so dark and wet down there..." His eyes grew wide as a revelation dawned on him. It was dark and wet down there! Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and dashed to their chambers. "What's going on Harry?" demanded Hermione, stumbling behind him. "Have to get the Sword,"he answered quickly. Throwing the door open, Harry rushed to the cupboard and withdrew Gryffindor's Sword. Once again, he grabbed Hermione's hand and began running through the corridor. "Oi, hold up," Ron cried out as he and Luna gave chase. "My breakfast hasn't settled yet! All this running is making it jostle about in my stomach and that's not good for digestion!" Harry led his friends to Moaning Myrtle's loo. There, just as Ginny had described, were two fifth year Ravenclaws, hissing vainly at the sink. "You two, /leave/,"Harry ordered the younger students firmly. His forceful tone made the two fifth-years leave. That and holding the sword as if Harry was going to start swinging the naked blade around didn't hurt the younger pair's decision to obey Harry's order. "Aw, no fair," one grumbled as they sulked out of the bathroom. "We wanted to be the first to shag down there." Once the four were alone, Hermione asked with a touch of revulsion; "Did you drag me down here so that you and I could be the first to have sex in the Chamber?" Clearly, the thought of all that muck and mire in the dark, dank room was not a turn on for her. "Oh, could Ronald and I be the second couple to have sex in the Chamber?" asked Luna. Apparently, she wasn't as picky as Hermione. Harry bent over the faucet and imagined he was talking to a snake. "Open." "See, it sounds inhuman," Ron pointed out as an opening in the wall appeared. "No one can imitate that! It's simply ludicrous to even think that anybody could get that thing open by just 'guessing' the sounds!" Harry made to climb into the hole when Hermione grabbed him. "You will tell me what's going on," she demanded. "The last Horcrux is down there," Harry said. "We thought the location ritual wasn't working because we kept ending up in darkness. But it was working! We kept ending up down there. The only problem was that there's no light down there and that's why we couldn't see anything! That's why it seemed familiar to me, because I've been in the Chamber." "Oh," the brunette uttered in realization. Hopping into the opening, Harry slid down the long tunnel. He could hear his friends a few seconds behind him. After tumbling out of the tunnel Harry stood, pulled out his wand, and incanted "/Luminos/." A thin beam of light emanated from his wand. He helped Hermione stand while Luna helped Ron to do the same. As Harry brushed the fragments of rat bones from her robe, Hermione cast the Light Charm as well. A moment later, two beams of light from Ron and Luna's wands joined Harry and Hermione's. The brunette witch eyed the beams of light and said; "Now that there's light and we can see, we can use the location ritual. With Ron and Luna searching the Chamber, we can see exactly where the Horcrux is!" For a brief moment, Harry contemplated not reminding Hermione that the Sword could be used as a divining rod to help find the Horcrux. The thought of a hand-job was enticing, even in this dark, dank place. However, Harry recalled the disturbing things Voldemort had done, both with Wormtail and popping his own zits. Our hero feared that if he and Hermione performed the han - location ritual again, that they would see Voldemort doing something far more disturbing. "Actually, we can use the Sword as a divining rod," said Harry, saddened at the lost opportunity of a hand-job. It was just another heinous crime that he would have to add to Voldemort's list: kidnapping, torture, murder, and hand-job mood killer. Harry held the Sword in front of him. The tip bobbed and weaved slowly under its own power. A small pull turned the Sword, pointing the weapon toward a passageway and Harry followed it. As the four friends wandered through the Chamber, Ron asked; "What do you think the last Horcrux is?" "Knowing You Know Who, it's something that belonged to one of the Founders," offered Luna. "I, too, wonder what the artifact could be." "Well, we had Slytherin's Locket and Ring, Hufflepuff's Cup, and Gryffindor's ridiculous Anvil," listed Hermione. "So I would assume it would have to be something of Ravenclaw's." Harry didn't participate with the conversation because he was focusing on the gentle pulls and tugs he felt through the Sword so he could follow it. A few moments later, Harry and his friends entered the main Chamber where he defeated the Basilisk and Tom Riddle; thereby unknowingly destroyed the first Horcrux. The Sword was now being pulled with force instead of the mild nudging and pulling that had occurred previously. "I think it's somewhere in here," announced Harry as the Sword led him to the yet unknown target. Harry walked by a giant column and the Sword swung in his hand, pointing at the pillar. He eyed the stone and mason pillar before him, saying; "I think we found it." "It's the column?"asked Ron in disbelief. "Yeah," Harry said, walking in a circle around the large base. The entire time, the Sword pointed directly at the column. "He must've made this into a Horcrux when he visited Dumbledore and asked to be the Dark Arts instructor years ago," Hermione said. "That would explain why his 'One-Year Curse' against the Defense instructors has worked so well. He has a fragment of his spirit in the castle itself, powering the curse!" "Okay, so his soul is in the column which is connected to the castle, and therefore it's something that belonged to all four Founders," said Harry. "Let's end this, use the Sword and destroy it," Hermione said, clearly excited over the notion of demolishing the last Horcrux. "Ah, I wouldn't do that," Luna said, her wide, silvery grey eyes staring up at the ceiling. "Why not?" asked Harry, just as eager as his lover to destroy the Horcrux. "I have a very good sense of direction and I'm fairly certain that we're directly under the Astronomy Tower," the blonde said. "So?" "The Horcuxes that have been destroyed before split in half when the Sword touched it, even slightly, correct?" Luna said. "That means that the column will split in half when Harry uses the Sword on it." "Oh, shite,"cursed Hermione as she, too, looked up at the ceiling. "What does that mean?" asked Ron. "It means that this column looks big enough to be the main support for the Tower. If we destroy the Horcrux, we destroy the column, and destroying the column will bring the Astronomy Tower down right on top of the school," explained Harry with dread as the image of the giant tower falling on the castle and turning it to rubble played out in his head. "If we destroy the Horcrux, we destroy the school," Hermione clarified further. "Shite," echoed Ron. "But we can't just let this last Horcrux go," Harry said, struggling with the decision that faced him: let the school stand and Voldemort would be immortal or destroy the school in order defeat the fiend and save countless lives. Harry sighed and steeled himself for what had to be done. "I love this castle, it's the closest thing I've ever had to a real home. But Voldemort's out there hurting and killing people. We can't have that," he said. "Even though this castle means so much to me and a lot of other people, in order to defeat Voldemort, we have to destroy it." "Obviously, we'd have to evacuate the school before we destroy the Horcrux," offered Hermione, agreeing with Harry's assessment. "We can ask the House-Elves to make sure everyone is out. They know all of the hiding places and secret rooms. That and all the books as well; we'd have to save them of course. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to the books... or the people. Then we'll make a Portkey to transport us to safety once Harry destroys the Horcrux." There was a sad warble in her voice over the thought of ruining the school. "Wait, I have a better idea," Harry said. "Even if we destroy this Horcrux, I'll still have to defeat Voldemort. Why not lure him in here and destroy the column, then the whole castle crumbling down on his head will do all the work for me and I won't have to duel Voldemort." "How would we trick him into coming into the Chamber?" asked Ron. "We can have Snape tell him it would be the best way to attack the school," said Hermione. "We could convince McGonagall to remove the Anti-Portkey Wards around the Chamber if there are any and have Snape tell Voldemort that the Anti-Portkey Wards in the Chamber are weak or even nonexistent and he could use this as a launching point." "That would be brilliant!" cheered Harry. "That way we can use Snape to lure not only Voldemort, but any followers he still might have here. We'd be able to take care of all of them in one stroke!" "And Snape could help make sure they can't escape by booby trapping any Portkeys they might have," added Luna. "I'll write a coded post to Snape tonight," concluded Hermione. SoG SoG SoG Later that same night, Harry heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Courtney, the Auror in training that was helping guard the castle. "Hey Courtney," he greeted the Auror and ushered her into the room. "What brings you by?" "Hermione asked me over," she answered. "I'm hoping you two want to put on another show for me." "Err," he began awkwardly. Harry didn't know the reason Hermione had for calling on Courtney. However, knowing how kinky his lover had gotten, it was entirely possible that she did in fact want to give Courtney a show. "Actually, I asked you here to see if you could do a favor for us," Hermione said. "Oh, you want me and Draco to return the favor and give you a show!" cheered Courtney. "Fantastic, let me go get him!" "Please no,"mumbled Harry. The thought of watching his school-nemesis naked and going at /"it"/was disturbing. "Well, in a way, yes I do want you and Draco to put on a show," Hermione said and Harry, his fears justified, felt like fleeing. "Harry and I are planning on luring Voldemort into a trap. And to make sure he falls for it, I've devised a ritual that will do just that. But I need someone with the Dark Mark for the ritual to work. That means Draco." "Wait, I thought we were going to have Snape bait the trap?" Harry whispered into Hermione's ear as to not reveal the identity of their spy to the Auror. "There's a chance that Voldemort won't fall for it. This ritual I created will ensure that he does buy it," whispered Hermione. "In essence, it will be a burning desire in Voldemort to attack the school." "Wait, you want You Know Who to attack the school? Are you mad?" Courtney blurted out. Clearly, Hermione's hushed response wasn't as quiet as it needed to be. "Don't worry; the House-Elves will make sure every one is away from the school and safe," assured Hermione. "As well as all the books." "I don't know if I like this idea," Courtney said. "The thought of You Know Who attacking the school is scary to say the least." "We have a failsafe plan that will end Voldemort," Hermione said confidently. "You're sure?" "Positive,"answered Harry. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" the Auror asked. "As I said before, this ritual will instill a burning desire in Voldemort. And this burning desire will come from Draco with his Dark Mark the connecting factor,"explained Hermione. "I need Draco to be really, really randy for this ritual to work properly. The desire he feels will fuel the ritual, therefore, the more he feels the better the ritual will work." "So you want me to shag him rotten?" asked Courtney. "Hell, I don't need an excuse to do that." "It has to be more than just a wild shag," corrected Hermione. "It has to be the most memorable moment of his life. His wildest desire and fantasies must be fulfilled. Draco has to be one-hundred percent into the act, if you know what I mean." "Hell no!" barked Harry, knowing where his girlfriend was heading. Even though Draco was with Courtney, it was no secret that the blond Slytherin still harbored feelings for Harry. "What? Oh, I get it; all of Draco's fantasies!" the Auror said with a wicked smile. "So you want me and Harry to double team Draco? A little /'Draco //Sandwich//'/action?" "In a manner of speaking, yes," replied Hermione. "I'd rather die a horrible, screaming death," Harry said, firmly. Such a fate was infinitely more appealing than being the slightest bit intimate with Draco. "But Harry, it'll be for the greater good." Courtney said with a bemused chuckle. "The greater good can suck 'Harry, Jr.'" "No, that'll be Draco doing the sucking, not the greater good," returned Courtney playfully. "Hell no!"repeated Harry with no humor whatsoever. "C'mon, if you do Draco, Hermione and I will do each other and you can watch," suggested the Auror. The idea of Draco disgusted and revolted Harry so much that even the enticing thought of two beautiful witches making love wasn't enough to sway him, even slightly. "I knew... and actually hoped Harry wouldn't do that. So I came up with a backup plan," Hermione said, pulling a flask out of her robes. "I nicked some polyjuice from Slughorn's supply cupboard earlier today." The brunette handed Courtney the flask. "I suggest that you and Draco do the deed then you can leave the room and say something about having a present for him. Once you're out of his sight, you can take the polyjuice, return to the room and do Draco again. For it to really work, Draco will have to believe that it's the real deal, that it's Harry, not you under polyjuice, at the time. But after you're done, please tell him the truth; I don't want Draco thinking my lover swings both ways." "Neat!" Courtney abruptly plucked a hair from Harry's head. "I love polyjuice role-playing!" "Place this ball somewhere in the room," Hermione said, handing Courtney something that looked like a cross between a crystal ball and a paperweight. "It will absorb the passion Draco feels. That will be the fuel for the ritual." "I'll get to see what Tonks was talking about when she said she knew how much blokes like blow-jobs, now. Draco has been aching to gobble up Harry's bits," Courtney said with a broad smile. "I'll bring you the ball back tomorrow." With that, Courtney left the room. Harry felt a chill descend upon him at the thought of someone taking his form to bugger Draco. Even if it was for the greater good, the mere thought of Courtney using a magic replica of 'Harry, Jr.' to go spelunking in Draco's cave made Harry nauseous. 'Harry, Jr.' should never, ever do that - even if the 'Harry, Jr.' in question wasn't the real thing but a replica. It was an affront to his penis that it be used in such an awful manner. "I knew this would be troubling for you, so I've got you a present for being such a brave man,"said Hermione as she walked over to the cupboard. She withdrew a blindfold and wrapped it around her head and eyes. "I think we'll need more than just kinky sex to quell my nausea," said Harry with a frown. He could feel his skin turn clammy as if he was going to be physically ill. "Oh, it'll be more than just kinky," Hermione's voice sounded from inside the bathroom, several feet away from where she was standing. Harry looked to the Hermione still by the cupboard and asked "You got another Time Turner?" "Not just a Time Turner, Harry," a third Hermione's voice came from the bedroom. Two more blindfolded versions of Hermione, evidently from the near future, stepped out of their respective rooms and stood in the doorways. After a moment where he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, Harry asked; "But didn't we get rid of the Time Turner?" "I created a new one through a time paradox again," Hermione, the original one standing by the cupboard said. "One of the future versions of me handed the Time Turner to me earlier." "And I got that Time Turner from her a few hours from now so that I can give it to her in the past," the future Hermione in question said. "So the Time Turner popped into existence due to a paradox just like the one we used before,"the third added. "I better not think about it otherwise I'll just end up with a headache," Harry said, pushing his mind away from trivial things such as paradoxes and to more important issues such as three Hermiones. "But this night isn't just about the joys of Time Turners. I stole three dosages of polyjuice from Slughorn, not just one," the Hermione by the cupboard said. "One for Courtney to use with Draco, and the other two for me." The two future Hermiones shuffled blindly to join their past version by the cupboard. The original Hermione handed each of her doppelgangers a flask. As her duplicates drank their potions, Hermione said "I also took some hair from Su Li and Padma Patil." Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head and performed a jig as two versions of Hermione slowly changed into the exotic beauties of Su and Padma. Su was significantly smaller than Hermione whereas Padma was pleasantly stacked with an attractive, ample bum. This meant that Hermione-Su look rather silly in her now-oversized robes and Hermione-Padma's robes popped open due to her large breasts. "Remember to breathe, Harry," Hermione said in Padma's voice. "I took the liberty of brew a few dosages of virility potions for tonight," she said in Su's voice. "And don't get any ideas about using the Time Turner to bring future versions of yourself tonight like last time," original Hermione said. "This is a present for you." With his eyes closed, Harry took in a long, deep breath to center himself. Once he achieved this cool and collected state - or as close as his randy mind would allow -Harry opened his eyes and suggested; "How about we start things off with the three of you 'entertaining' one another while I sit over here and watch for a bit. Think of it as... what did you call it the last time we used the Time Turner? Ah yes, think of it as 'advanced masturbation.'" "That's a good idea," Su-Hermione said. "I say you and I team up on Padma-me," Hermione said to her Su-double. "She has lovely breasts and I can't wait to play with them." "Then we can see if we're good at labia-licking, as opposed to Neville's testimony regarding Ginny's talents," offered Padma-Hermione as the other two exposed her large breasts. A tear escaped 'Harry, Jr.'s eye at the sight of Padma-Hermione's boobs. They weren't nearly as large as Luna's, which were enormous, but they were impressive. The polyjuiced-Indian witch's big, dark nipples and areolas stood out in contrast with Hermione and Su-Hermione's pinks tongues as they licked them. "Polyjuice role-playing is awesome!" Harry cheered from his chair as Hermione and Su-Hermione continued to stimulate Padma-Hermione. OMAKE: At a table in a secluded corner of the library, three witches huddled together, whispering softly to one another. "What do you want our hair for?" Su Li asked of Hermione. "It's a surprise for Harry," she replied. At Su and Padma's curious and somewhat offended looks, Hermione amended "No, it's not like Harry's a nutter who collects witches' hair. I nicked some polyjuice from Slughorn." "So what, you are going to shag him as Su then as me?" Padma inquired. "In essence, yes,"answered Hermione. The brunette added vaguely; "There's something that's going to happen tonight that will make Harry very nervous and more than a bit upset. But seeing that it'll be the right thing to do, he'll do it. I want to reward him. And to do that, I'll need some of your hair." Hermione didn't want to explain that her plan that would upset Harry would be having an acquaintance polyjuice herself into Harry and shag Draco. It would take far too long and Hermione knew that mentioning anything to do with Draco and sex might turn Padma and Su off, even if by proxy. The two witches looked at each other for a moment before returning their gazes to Hermione. "No," Su said, firmly. "Why not? I'm only asking for a single a hair," protested Hermione. "If word got out that we gave you some hair to use in polyjuice, every Tom, Dick and Larry would be pestering us," replied Padma. "The expression is 'Tom, Dick, and Larry'," corrected Hermione. "We wouldn't mind if Harry pestered us." "Excuse me?" asked Hermione, confused by Padma's statement. "Coming back to the issue at hand, most blokes in this castle would be more than just a little eager to shag a hot Asian like me or a gorgeous Indian like Padma," added Su. "Thanks for the compliment," gushed Padma. "I happen to think you're beautiful, as well." "I swear I won't tell a soul," Hermione persisted. "Neither will Harry. You can trust us." "We do trust you," Su insisted. "It's just that no one can really keep a secret in this castle. Everything has a tendency to slip out eventually." "Sort of like how those porn Pensieves of you two slipped out," Padma pointed out. "Somehow, someway, news would get out that we gave you our hair and every wizard from the first years all the way to the instructors would be on our back; either trying to nick some hair while we weren't looking or constantly begging us for some," Su further clarified. "I can see your point," Hermione said, understanding her peers' hesitation. "I guess I'll just come up with another way to surprise and reward Harry." The brunette made to get up and leave when Su took hold of her arm. "Now just wait a tick," the Asian said. "You shouldn't give up so easily." "Yeah, you hardly even objected," added Padma. "But you said no and I didn't want to press," said Hermione, taking her seat once again. "We said we wouldn't give you our hair," Su repeated, leaving Hermione confused. "What are you two getting at?" The Asian and Indian withes looked at each other once again; this time with a rosy bloom to their cheeks and a sparkle in their eyes. "Well, you could just tell Harry that you're using polyjuice," suggested Su. "Are you trying to tell me that I should have him to pretend I'm one of you?" asked Hermione. "Or you could tell him we're you under polyjuice," said Padma. "Excuse me?" a shocked Hermione demanded. "Are you implying that I should share my boyfriend?" "Yes," replied Padma. "Sure," Su's answered sounded a half-second after Padma's. "Clearly, he knows how to please a witch. And we want some of Sex-God Harry." To say that Hermione was gob smacked would be a terrible understatement. Two witches had just admitted that they wanted the brunette to give them her lover. They wanted to shag Harry, thinking that it was completely normal to ask such athing. Her surprise slowly started to ebb away, replaced with anger. The nerve of Su and Padma! How dare they even contemplate such a thing? A disturbing image of Su banging herself on Harry's lap while Padma waited her turn popped up in Hermione's mind. Her blood boiled. Then, Hermione's emotion took a surprising and abrupt turn. As the image of Su with Harry still played out, Hermione's anger dissipated and was replaced with a combination of intellectual and physical curiosity. She was intrigued by what Harry's reaction would be. Would he reject another witch outright out of nobility, virtue, and respect for Hermione? Would he accept that same witch if Hermione said it was all right? Would Hermione and Harry's relationship be damaged by this consensual infidelity or was their love strong enough that such things did not matter? Would Harry expect Hermione to bring him another witch every time he deserved something special? Then Hermione's physical curiosity piqued. She'd be a fool not to admit that she thought both Padma and Su were attractive. If Hermione agreed to this unusual request, she would see the two witches in all their glory. A part of Hermione wanted to not only see the other witches naked, but also see them being intimate with Harry. The brunette was surprised and embarrassed by this revelation. "Okay, but I get to watch," Hermione said in a small, uncomfortable voice. It may have been embarrassing to admit aloud, but Hermione figured if Harry was going to make out in this deal, so would she. "Err, we had something different in mind," Padma said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Hermione fidgeted uncomfortably under the India witch's gaze. She asked Su, "Why is she looking at me like that?" However, after asking her question, Hermione noticed that Su shared Padma's hungry look. The brunette asked her peers, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Well, I know I can speak for Su because we've had this discussion many, many times before; we want to shag you," Padma informed Hermione. If her breath had not been taken away by shock, Hermione would've blurted out "WHAT?" "Ever since we saw that Pensieve of you and Harry, we've wanted your legs wrapped around our heads," added Su. She paused and licked her lips. "We want to taste you as you moan." "Gods look at me; I'm blushing at the thought of being with a gusher," gushed Padma, just not in the way she had mentioned. "Y-you want to shag me?" asked a dumbstruck Hermione. "Of course we do,"answered Padma vehemently. "You're a knockout and clearly a wildcat in the sack," Su added just as passionately. "Who wouldn't want to shag you?" "But I thought you two had boyfriends?" Hermione pointed out, remembering Padma's public displays of fornication with Denis Creevey. "Nothing serious,"Su said, noncommittally. "Just a fling here and there," clarified Padma further. "We aren't dating anyone right now, which means we can hook up with you and Harry." "Okay then, but I thought you were into boys?" Hermione asked. "And girls," Su said. "Yeah, a nice hard cock is a great thing, but so is the tender touch of a beautiful witch," Padma said, placing her hand on Hermione's knee. "Tell us, have you ever known the tender touch of a witch?" she asked in a husky whisper. Hermione, who was pleasantly surprised that she had not recoiled at Padma's hand resting on her knee, answered; "Well, kind of." /"'Kind of'/?" Su asked as she placed her hand on Hermione's other knee. "This isn't a 'kind of' situation, Hermione. You've either been with a witch or you haven't. There are no halvesies." "It was just with myself," justified Hermione. "I've been with a witch, it just wasn't another witch technically. It was me... or rather several me's." "We're not talking about masturbating," protested Su with a playful chuckle. "No, I had a Time Turner and I just used it to travel back to the same moment several times,"said Hermione. "Wait, I heard a rumor that you had a Time Turner in our third year," spoke Padma. "/Ew!/ You went down on yourself when you were thirteen? Ew!" "I turned fourteen early in our third year," Hermione pointed out. "Still - ew!" "But no, I didn't go down on myself in our third year," Hermione said in indignation. "It was fairly recently. Harry and I used a Time Turner that was made from a temporal paradox to copy ourselves in essence and at one point, several versions of me experimented." "You '/experimented'/on yourself?" asked Su, curiously. "Yes, I thought of it as /'advanced masturbation.'/" "See, when you said 'kind of,' I assumed that you and Luna did some stuff together," Su said. "You two seem to be pretty close lately." "Oh that's right. I forgot about the time Harry and I ate out Luna," Hermione said with a blush. "You double teamed another witch with your boyfriend and you forgot?" Padma asked, stunned. "The memory of multiple versions of myself and Harry sort of diminished that memory of Luna, sorry," the brunette said with a shrug. "Wait, wait, I have an idea! We can lie and tell Harry that we're using a Time Turner!"declared Padma. "We tell Harry we're future versions of Hermione and we can all shag Harry and each other at the same time. We could have a foursome with Harry being none the wiser!" "I haven't agreed to this," protested Hermione. "What do you mean?" Su asked her Indian friend, ignoring the brunette's argument. "We can lie to Harry and say we're future versions of Hermione under polyjuice," she explained. "That way all four of us can shag one another without taking turns!" "That's brilliant because I know how impatient you can get!" cheered Su, more than eager to adopt Padma's plan. "Excuse me, there are two problems with your idea," Hermione said, interrupting her friend's self-congratulations. "First, Harry's not daft. You just can't walk up to him and say you're me under polyjuice. He'll have to see you change otherwise he'll doubt polyjuice was used and grow inquisitive. Second, and most important, I haven't agreed to both share my boyfriend and myself with either of you!" "Hermione, while we've been talking, we've moved our hands from you knees and slid them up your thighs. We can tell that you're into the plan because your knickers are wet,"Su informed Hermione. The brunette looked down to see that she did in fact have the two witches' hands up her skirt, petting her through her now-wet knickers. "Oh, bother,"Hermione sighed. "Well then, there's no point fighting it; I give in." "Yeah, I finally get to bag a squirter!" cheered Padma. "But we still have to dupe Harry," pressed Hermione, suddenly completely comfortable with the beautiful witches' fingers playing with her cloth covered womanhood. "Do you really want to trick him?" asked Su. "I do," Hermione replied. "If he realizes what's going on, he might begin to expect me to bring another witch or two into our bed whenever I want him to do something or I want to thank him." "That's a good point,"Padma said. "He'd be spoiled rotten." "I know, we'll just take the polyjuice and put your hair in it," Su offered. "That way, Harry can see us as you. Then we take another dose of polyjuice, this time with our own hair, and then Harry will see the witches he thinks are future versions of you turning into Padma and me." "That means we have to nick at least two more dosages of polyjuice from Slughorn's supply,"said Hermione. "That won't be a problem. It's Friday afternoon, that means Slughorn is in greenhouse number four trimming Sprout's hedges," Padma said. "It's a weekly ritual for the two." With that, the three witches trotted to the Potions Lab to steal some more potion. Later That Night... Padma and Su waited patiently in Head Students' bathroom and bedroom, respectively, for their cue. They heard Hermione and Harry's muffled conversation with the Auror. Then they heard the Auror say goodbye. Each witch drank the vial of polyjuice with a strand of Hermione's hair. They felt their skin and bodies change into duplicates of the attractive brunette witch. A quick wave of their wands and their robes and clothes magically altered themselves into exact copies of the outfit that Hermione wore. Quickly, Padma and Su donned their blindfolds to reinforce the illusion that they were Hermione from the future and not dare look upon each other in fear of something dreadful happening. Of course, Harry would have no idea that these blindfolds were charmed so that the wearer could see quite normally. When Harry said;"I think we'll need more than just kinky sex to quell my nausea." Padma said in Hermione's voice; "Oh, it'll be more than just kinky." "You got another Time Turner?" asked Harry, joyfully. "Not just a Time Turner, Harry," said Su in a copy of Hermione's voice. As the real Hermione explained that she had taken polyjuice from Slughorn, Su and Padma shuffled out of the bathroom and bedroom and joined Hermione by the cupboard, just as they had planned earlier that evening. Hermione handed her fake doubles two vials of polyjuice; one containing a hair from Padma, the other Su's. As the two witches drank the potion, Hermione said to Harry, "Oh, I also took some hair from Su Li and Padma Patil." Once again, Su and Padma's bodies began to change under the effects of polyjuice. However, in the excitement of the impending foursome, Hermione fumbled slightly. The brunette was supposed to hand her fake duplicate on the right the vial in her right and the left to the one on the left. Unfortunately, the thought of a real live foursome, not some trick with the Time Turner, had thrilled Hermione so much that she accidentally swapped hands. Therefore she gave Padma the polyjuice with Su's hair and Su the potion with Padma's hair. "Where are my titties?" whispered Padma in Su's voice. "I'm flat!" "Oi, I'm not flat!" protested Su in Padma's voice just quiet enough so that Harry couldn't overhear. "I just don't have balloons glued to my chest like you do." "My titties aren't balloons!" argued Padma. "Be quiet! We can't argue now!" hissed Hermione. "Besides, Padma doesn't have balloons. Yes, she has big breasts, but they're no where near the size of Luna's." "Well, there's no point trying to correct it now," Padma said. "Yeah, we can't slip out to steal more polyjuice," Su added. "We'll make the best of it and go with the flow," concluded Hermione. The three turned their attention back to Harry. "Remember to breathe, Harry," Su said in Padma's voice, knowing that the sight of three witches was wreaking havoc on Harry's brain and body. "I took the liberty of brew a few dosages of virility potions," said Padma in Su's voice. "And don't get any ideas about using the Time Turner to bring future versions of yourself tonight like last time. This is a present for you," Hermione said, knowing that if she didn't Harry would leap at the chance to duplicate himself like he had done when they used a Time Turner previously. The three witches heard Harry taking in a deep breath before speaking; "How about we start things off with the three of you 'entertaining' one another while I sit over here and watch for a bit. Think of it as... what did you call it the last time we used the Time Turner? Ah yes, think of it as 'advanced masturbation.'" "That's a good idea," Padma-Su said. "I say you and Iteam up on Padma-me," Hermione. "She has lovely breasts and I can't wait to play with them." "Yeah, it'll be interesting playing with my own titties on another person," Padma-Su replied in a whisper to the two witches as they undressed the polyjuiced Su. The Next Morning... The sun poured into Harry and Hermione's bedroom. As she did every morning, Hermione snuggled up to Harry. Surprisingly, Hermione was currently rubbing her face into a set of large breasts. "Oh, bother," she exclaimed. Her eyes shot open and confirmed that she had been nuzzling Padma's wonderful bare breasts. With fear gripping her heart, Hermione whipped her head around to find Harry, awake with his head propped one the headrest with avery naked Su slumbering in his arms. "I can explain,"Hermione blurted out. "It's an advance form of polyjuice. It can last a whole day. That's why my future versions of myself haven't reverted to their natural appearance." "Is that so," he said, coyly. "Then how do you explain that Su turned into Padma while I was buggering her last night?" "The potion is still experimental and has a few flaws," she answered lamely. "Ah, does one of these so-called flaws explain why the future versions of you don't cry out 'Sweet Baby Maeve' when they have an orgasm?" he asked quietly as to not wake the two sleeping witches. "They didn't?" "No, the one that started out as Padma but turned into Su kept screaming 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!' while the one that ended up as Padma made loud, high pitched moans when she came." "Yes, it must be the potion," Hermione said with a weak smile. "Hermione," he said her names in a way that told her he wasn't buying her line in the slightest. "Okay, okay," she said, finally giving in. "I wanted to reward you for the whole Draco and Courtney thing. So I approached Su and Padma with every intention of using polyjuice on myself to surprise you. But then these two talked me into this." "They talked you into a foursome?" "They were very convincing." "Obviously." "Does this change everything?" Hermione asked, hesitant and nervous of his answer. She was afraid that he was going to say that it did. "I don't know, you tell me," he returned. "I think you're the one who has to answer that, Harry. You are the man after all and I know how much blokes like to be with more than one woman at a time." "Me? What about you?" "What about me?" "You were awildcat last night." "So people have told me." "No, no, I mean more so," Harry adjusted. "You were more passionate than I've ever seen. And that says something!" "Really?" "Oh, Merlin yes. They way you went after me and these two made me wish that Dobby was still making Pensives of us so I can sell it and make a fortune off of it. I swear my hips are bruised because you rode me so hard. And you were almost merciless with Padma; you didn't let her rest between orgasms." "I guess I got lost in the moment." "That would explain the sushi references you kept making while eating out the one that finally turned into Su." "Oh my God! I didn't, did I?" she asked, horrified that she might have made such a deplorable remake. "Of course you didn't," Harry said with a smile. "That would've been way too inappropriate, even if you were in one of your 'dirty talking' moods." "Inappropriate to say the least," Hermione said, relieved that Harry was joking. "Yeah, Su's not even Japanese." "Harry." "Just kidding." "So what do we do now?" "Well, I guess we have to ask ourselves if this was just a fluke. Was the passion we all felt just an inferno that engulfed itself?" "That was nearly poetic, Harry." "I know. Isurprise myself sometimes." Hermione worried her lip as she considered Harry question. Was it just a one time thing? Now that she had tasted the passion of three people, could she return to just one person? She knew for a fact that if she did, Harry would be an excellent lover. But, Su and Padma had unlocked something inside Hermione. Something that she herself had not even known existed. Could she not know the touch of awitch for the rest of her life? After a few moments, Harry interrupted Hermione's silent ponderings. "How about we save this answer for later and wake these two sleepy-heads?" Smiling, Hermione said, "We can't just wake them up abruptly. That would be a rude thing to do with our guests." "You know, I heard somewhere that oral sex is a wonderful way to wake up," offered Harry. After gently and carefully crawling down the bed, Harry and Hermione repositioned themselves between Su and Padma's legs. A few moments later the two witches' cries and moans of passion confirmed Harry's assessment about oral sex and waking up.
Title: 33 LEERS, FEARS, JEERS, 'N TEARS 34 WORST THIRST FOR FIRST Tags: True Story, Boy, Male/Female, Romance, Voyeurism, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he Content: [b]33 LEERS, FEARS, JEERS, ‘N TEARS The next afternoon Jeff stops at Sean’s house. “Guess what! My mom likes the idea of a dinner date too.” “Great, now you need to talk to Maria’s parents.” “I talked to Sonya, her mom, when she picked her up after school. She’s keen on the idea. Friday night is good for them.” “What about Maria’s father?” “He’s out of the picture. But Sonya’s boyfriend may come too.” “Jeff, I was hoping to be alone with your mom Friday, but I’m game.” “Great! We pick them up at Jose’s house.” “Why?” “That’s where they live right now.” “Really!?” “Yeah, Sean. She’s Jose’s cousin.” “That explains a lot!” “What do you mean?” “Jose’s very affectionate. I figure she must be too—just what you would want.” “You got that right, Sean!” After talking about the game, Jeff inquires, “Why are you so uptight about erections in the shower but not at Black’s Beach?” “Well, when we’re together, just the two of us, arousal isn’t appropriate.” “But you approve of Alex and me arousing each other.” “I don’t know if I approve, Jeff, but I don’t disapprove.” “It felt great having you and my mother looking at my boner at the beach…. Sean, what just happened to you?” Feeling embarrassed, “So you know I was staring at your erection.” “Yeah, I loved it.” “Well, I have to admit I loved looking at it, but I feel uncomfortable about it.” “Why? You weren’t getting turned on.” “No. Looking at erections is something new to me. To be honest, seeing you get hard and get soft again peaked my interest.” “I know it did. That made me feel like a king.” “Jeff, I know I wouldn’t want to tell the world about this. In fact, I wouldn’t want to tell anyone this.” “I’m cool with that. I’ll keep it secret. But someone knows already.” Panicking, “Who did you tell!?” Laughing, “No one! But Mom could tell you were enjoying it.” With dread, “Oh, no! Jeff, I can’t take this.” “Sean! You are a panic! What’s the big deal!?” “What else does she know!” “All about our showers, for starters.” “Don’t do that to me! I nearly had a heart attack!” Jeff can’t stop laughing. “I guess I’m not half the naturist that I thought I was!” “Get in bed, Sean! Get naked!” Sean follows orders and Jeff joins him, wrapping his fingers around Sean’s testicles. “How did you know I needed that!? Please don’t ever let go, ever!” Jeff swings around into the 69 position, not letting go. “Now do the same for me.” Sean does, as silent tears roll down his cheeks. Jeff moves Sean’s penis to the side, laying his head on top of it. Sean massages Jeff’s butt with his free hand. An hour later Jeff wakes up finding himself in the same position. He tries to get up, which awakens Sean. Sean can’t believe they fell asleep naked with the door wide open. “My parents could have walked in on us.” Jeff steps out of the room, then runs back, “And they don’t look pleased!” Sean’s chest sinks, just at the remote chance it was true. Jeff laughs, “I gotcha again!” “You’re gonna give me gray hair before the year is done.” When Rachel comes to get Jeff, Sean asks her, “How does it feel to see your son get an erection?” “Wow! You barely said hello! OK. I feel wonderful that he shares such an intimate moment with us.” “So wonderful that you want to tell the universe.” “No! Just you. I could tell you deeply appreciated the moment as well.” “Yes, I did. Let’s say I wasn’t there. You are putting Jeff to bed and it happens.” “Same thing, Sean, deeply honored. So what’s the problem?” “Seeing somebody’s erection is new to me, Rachel, so I’ve been very uncomfortable dealing with it.” “You weren’t turned on, Sean, so lighten up.” “That’s what Jeff said! I can’t believe you both knew that.” 34 WORST THIRST FOR FIRST As Jeff arrives at the ball field, Fred declares “It’s a miracle!” Roy asks, “What is?” “Jeff got a haircut!” Karim observes. Arnie laughs, “Looks like he got them all cut.” Clyde muses, “Must of lost ten pounds.” Ricky inquires, “You wouldn’t be in love, would you?” Jeff jumps to answer, “You bet!” Jamie teases, “Sounds like she’s got you wrapped around her finger already.” Jose suggests, “I guess you don’t know what happened to Samson when his long locks were cut.” Jerry decides, “Yup, you’re history now, Jeff.” Roy asks, “Is this babe taller than you?” With a winning smile, Jeff concludes, “I just love trying to find my way. You ritalin zombies need to get a life.” If the Padres can beat the Cubs tonight they will be tied for first place. Michael being sick means Jamie gets his first chance to play shortstop. Sean first approaches Karim, “I need you to pitch first tonight.” “OK, Sean. I’m ready.” “You’re pitching three innings no matter what.” Then approaching Jose, “Karim’s pitching the first three innings, so I need you to start at first base.” “OK coach, but only if you don’t let Jeff date my cousin.” “What!” “Kidding! I think it’s great!” Smiling, “Good. I need you to pitch the final three innings Jose, no matter what.” “Good!” As he hugs Sean he tries to kiss him on the cheek, but Sean doesn’t bend down for him. “Don’t want any rumors to start!” “Oh Sean, that’s ridiculous!” With pitching squared away, he approaches Jamie. “So Sean, I get to play shortstop tonight!” “Yes, the whole game.” “Wow! But I’m scared too.” “I don’t care how many mistakes you make—I want you to play with confidence. Focus on what you need to do, not on your fear. OK?” “OK!” “You have a stronger arm than Jeff so you need to be the cut-off man every chance you can. Jeff’s used to that, anyway.” To start the game, Jeff steps to the plate against the best pitcher in the league. No Cub reached base against him in their first contest. With the infield in, he swings at the first fastball, foul tipping it. The second blazer comes at his chin. In self-defense he falls over backwards. He gets up, shaking in his skin. Getting his head back into the game, he gets back into the box, crowding the plate. This surprises, then angers the pitcher. The next fastball comes right at his groin. Quickly he spins, getting hit on the butt. “Yeeeow!” Sean runs out there. “This may hurt, but it aint nothing compared to getting hit anywhere else. Nice reaction!” He lifts Jeff up by the arm. Jeff hobbles to first base. Jose strikes out, but not before Jeff runs for second on a pitch the catcher blocks. The good throw does not catch ‘white lightning.’ Karim steps up knowing any hit means a run. In the batting cage yesterday he focused on hitting the fastball with two strikes. He decides to swing as if there are two strikes already. He lines the first pitch down the line. The first baseman dives, coming up empty. Karim hustles into second as Jeff easily scores. Someone tells Sean that it is the first run given up this year by this star pitcher. Fred continues his new practice of praying, but strikes out. In the dugout he angrily tells Jeff it didn’t work. Jeff says, “God already proved to you that he listens to you. Maybe now he’s testing how well you listen to him.” “Jeff, this stuff is too tough!” “Just treasure your huge homer last week.” Ricky saw Karim’s strategy and decides to do the same. He fouls off a couple. On 1-2 he bloops one that the first baseman hustles back on. As he reaches on the run, he stumbles, allowing the ball to drop in. Ricky slides into second base ahead of the tag as another run scores! In the bottom of the first the Padres have a runner at second with two outs. Jamie races back on a bloop to shallow left. Lunging, he makes the catch, rolling over. Alex helps him up, giving him a hug. In the second, leading 2-0, each Cub strikes out on three pitches, but Karim pitches a one-two-three inning too. After fouling two back, Jeff sees the infielders move back to their normal fielding positions. He bunts the next pitch well within the first base line, easily beating it out. But Jose and Karim strike out. With Jeff still at first, it’s up to Fred. The thought he shoots to heaven is, “I won’t get angry no matter what happens.” After swinging late twice, he should protect the plate on a 1-2 count. But he decides he needs to start his swing before he knows where the pitch is heading. As he swings, he finds himself taking a full swing. He pulls a towering fly that the left fielder races to the fence on. Suddenly he lunges forward. The ball drops in as Jeff easily scores. Fred stops at second. After walking Ricky, Jamie strikes out to end the inning. Karim gets two quick outs, one on a grounder to Jamie. Then the leadoff hitter lines a one-hopper into Karim’s knee. He topples to the ground as Jamie picks up the ball. As Karim grimaces in pain, his father runs onto the field. Sean keeps players from crowding Karim, so his father can get to Karim. “Did the ball hit your knee cap, Karim?” He frantically nods yes. “Take a deep breath, son. Slow, deep breathes. Sean, I’m going to have to take him for X-rays.” “I agree. Hang in there, Karim. You’re gonna be fine. Ricky, can you help walk Karim to the car?” “Sure thing, Sean.” Sean instructs Karim, “Don’t try to put weight on your left foot.” Ricky and Karim’s father pick him up. Sean sees Karim’s terrible pain, looks deeply into his eyes, and hugs him. “Karim, put an arm around Ricky’s shoulder and the other around your father’s. When you normally step on your left foot, you will put all your weight on their shoulders instead. They’re your crutches.” Karim’s teammates wish him well as he hobbles off the field. Sean cannot afford to pitch Jose until the next inning. He looks at Fred, “I need you to get us out of the inning.” “What do you mean?” “Pitch. If I bring Jose in now, then he’s not allowed to pitch the sixth inning.” Me!?” “Yup. Clyde! Come in and catch. Fred, just fire down the middle. Nothing fancy.” “OK, Sean.” The batter drills the first pitch to short. The ball hits the heel of Jamie’s glove and trickles away. Runners on first and second. With a power hitter up, a home run will tie the score. The first pitch is drilled at Rick the Quick. He knocks the ball down, picks it up, and takes three steps to the bag for the force out. Inning over! Sean goes out to thank Fred, “It wasn’t pretty, but you got the job done with no damage.” “I’m glad it’s over!” “Honestly, Fred, me too! But now we have another problem—nobody to play first base.” “I can play first base.” “Yes you can, but you don’t like it.” “For you, I’d clean the toilet!” Sean gives him a hug. The Padres bring in their off-speed pitcher. The bottom of the order gets fooled badly by his speed changes. The rest of the hitters watch closely, remembering how tricky he can be. Jose walks the first two batters he faces. Sean goes to the mound, “What do you want me to do? Bring in Ricky to pitch?” “No way!” “Then pitch! Is Clyde setting up the target differently?” “Yeah. Fred sets up on one side of the plate or the other, sometimes high, usually low.” “Hear that, Clyde?” Feeling bad, “Yeah.” “Hey buddy, you don’t have to feel bad. I’m happy you can catch! Now if Jose shakes his head, ‘No,’ he’s not mad at you. He just wants the target in a different spot for the next pitch. OK?” Feeling better, “Yeah!” Sean gives them both a pat on the butt and returns to the dugout. Jose gets out of the inning giving up one run. Again the Padres play for a bunt against Jeff. He decides he’ll swing away and doesn’t want to take a strike against this pitcher either. Twice he is fooled badly, bringing the count to 2-2. They still play for a bunt so Jeff decides to just foul pitches off, looking for a walk. He only has to foul off one pitch before accomplishing his goal. Jose bloops a single with Jeff speeding to third. Jose steals second on the first pitch to Clyde, who replaced Karim in the order. After striking out, Fred hits a lazy pop that the second baseman snags. With first base open, Ricky walks on four pitches. Jamie swings, hitting the ball down to the plate. The ball bounces twenty feet toward first. The catcher treks it down, firing to first base because he has no chance to force Jeff at the plate. The throw sails over the first baseman allowing three runs to score, building the lead to 6-1. Jose gives up a solo home run, the only other run of the game. The Cubs win shorthanded, 6-2.
Title: 34Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor_(0) Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Disclaimer: These stories are not by me so I am not to blame for any spelling mistakes or bad grammer. Chapter Thirty Four: It’s time for Harry to face his destiny! With an ache in both his lower back and ‘Harry, Jr.’, Harry blinked his eyes. Stiff and sore, he slowly sat up. “It’s about time you woke up,” Hermione greeted him. “What time is it?” “Nearly supper.” “Damn. I must’ve been knackered.” “Ejaculating fourteen times will have that effect.” “I guess that would explain why I’m so sore down there,” he commented and then asked, “Did you really keep count?” “Of course I did,” she said, sitting on the bed next to him. A warm smile graced her lips. “You’re my virile wizard. Even with the aid of potions, you were amazing.” “Amazing was I?” “It was definitely one for the history books.” The pride Harry had felt before falling into unconsciousness returned with gusto. He felt his face heat up and a wide grin stretched across his face. “Where are your two counterparts?” he asked, vainly trying to quell his smile. “One’s already used the Time Turner to go back to last night, the other one is in the library waiting for her turn to go back,” she said. The brunette leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his lips. “I’ll fetch you some food.” She leapt up and walked across the room. As she walked, Harry eyed her wonderful bum as it swayed back and forth. Cocking an eyebrow, Harry looked down to ‘Harry, Jr.’, silently asking of it was up for another go. After all, Hermione’s bottom just begged for a repeat performance. The organ replied “Sod off. I’m bloody tired!” Normally, ‘Harry, Jr.’ would be ready and willing to play with Hermione, but cumming fourteen times in one night had earned the penis some rest. Hermione returned with a plate full of fruits. She took her place next to her lover and brought a strawberry up to his lips. After he ate that piece, Hermione presented him a slice of pineapple. As his girlfriend continued to feed him, the door banged open and Courtney came barging into the room. “Blow – Jobs – Are – The – BEST!” she announced in no uncertain terms. She then crinkled her nose, smelling the air, and stated “Cor, it smells like sex in here. Did I miss another show?” “Harry came fourteen times,” Hermione said, beaming with pride over her boyfriend’s achievement. “Blimey, that’s a lot of spunk,” Courtney said, nodding her head in approval. “I don’t think even the House-Elves could clean that much cum out of the sheets. You’ll probably have to burn them. “Of course Draco was no slouch either.” She held up her hand and extended all five fingers. “Twice for me and three times for you, Harry.” A sudden urge to run far, far away popped up in Harry’s mind. Courtney was encroaching upon a subject that made the young wizard nervous and nauseous, to say the least. “That’s… all we want to hear about that,” Hermione said, hoping to end Courtney’s recollection. “Aw, you’re no fun,” the Auror pouted. “But I have to tell you, Hermione: you MUST grow a penis and have someone give you a blow-job. Abso-bloody-lutely fantastic!” “I’m not sucking dick,” Harry announced. “Not even if it was mine?” Hermione asked, playfully. Or at least Harry hoped it was playful. He prayed that his lover wasn’t that kinky. “Hell no,” he said with finality. “You two are so weird,” Courtney said with a chuckle. “It’s funny how that even though you’re so kinky and wild that some things still make you queasy.” “Without going into any details, please, I take it Draco was into the act and therefore the glass ball I gave you is fully charged?” asked Hermione. “Oh Merlin yes! I though he was going to burst when I began—” “I’m sorry Courtney but I can’t bear any details about your… adventure,” Hermione spoke up. “I know you’re into him, but Draco just gives me the creeps. It’s difficult for me to even understand why anyone would be into someone like Draco.” “Oh, bother,” lamented Courtney. She pulled the glass ball that Hermione had given her the night before, and offered it to the other witch. “If I can’t share my bi-wonder experience with you two, then I guess I’ll just have to share with Tonks. She’d appreciate it.” “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, really I am,” said Hermione, taking the ball from Courtney and carefully setting it down on the tabletop. The magical construct was now filled with burning red and orange lights, swirling around in the glass. “I just don’t want to hear any sentence that contains the word ‘Draco’ and ‘penis’. It’s a standard that I must hold to.” “I completely agree,” said Harry. “Well, then you’ll be pleased to know that Draco discovered that it was actually me and not Harry, after the fact. And by ‘fact’ I mean plentiful amounts of wet, dirty sex. I reckoned you two didn’t want him thinking that Harry just popped over for hummers and buggering,” she said. “Thank you,” Harry said. A great weight had lifted – a part of him feared that Draco would approach him in the halls and ask for another tumble. “But you really have to experience a blow-job, Hermione,” repeated Courtney. “It’s imperative!” “I’m not sucking a dick,” Harry reiterated. “Me, I’ll do anything at least once as long as it won’t leave a mark. Well, not a lasting mark, anyway,” Courtney bragged. “Or scat; I won’t do that.” “Maybe we should introduce you to a ghost we know,” offered Harry. “Yes, I think he’d love you,” Hermione said. “Except for the lack of scat bit.” “Really? I’ve heard some strange rumors about a perverted ghost lurking around the castle.” Courtney was clearly curious and intrigued by this unnamed mystery ghost. “Pardon me, but my ears are burning,” the ghost in question said, as he made himself visible. “Is someone talking about me behind my back?” Harry was fairly certain that Gryffindor had been hiding, unseen, in the room for some time. The young wizard even speculated that there was a slight chance the ghost was there when he and Hermione had their Time Turner/Polyjuice foursome. The only issue that cast doubt on this speculation was that Gryffindor would’ve given tips and pointers, if not offering outright to join in by saying something as uncouth as “Is there room for another willy in that jumbled mass of limbs and orifices?” while Harry and the three versions of Hermione went at it. “Godric Gryffindor, this is Courtney,” Hermione said, introducing the pair. “Hello there, my pretty,” Gryffindor said with his ever-present deviant grin. “Did I hear you right when you said you’d try anything?” “Except scat,” the Auror said without shame. “Or anything that involves urine and/or vomit, as well.” “Have you ever heard of something called a ‘Train,’” the ghost said, draping his arm over Courtney’s shoulders, leading her out of the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers. Courtney cheered “I get to be the caboose.” With that, the ghost and the Auror left the Head Boy and Girl, discussing various positions, acts and household cleaners that doubled as good lubrication. “Did you introduce Courtney to Gryffindor so that you’d get him off of our backs?” asked Harry. “Of course,” Hermione replied. “I figured that Courtney and Draco could entertain Gryffindor for a while. Hopefully longer than Mrs. Black’s portrait did anyway.” “Good, because if you hadn’t introduced them, I was going to for the very same reason.” Hermione held up the glass ball containing the sexual energy collected from Courtney and Draco’s romp. “All we need to do now is tap into this with our ritual to help Snape in convincing Voldemort. Once the ritual is done and the effect is primed, we’ll have to send Snape a coded post telling both the plan and the activation of the delayed ritual.” Harry felt an icy lump drop in the pit of his stomach as Hermione began drawing runes in chalk on the floor. He gulped in dread at the thought of his looming task. The three-Hermiones from the night before had done a wonderful job of distracting him from his destiny (and just as importantly from the mental images of what Courtney was doing to Draco with a polyjuiced copy of ‘Harry, Jr.’ at that time). But now Hermione was getting ready to use the container of sexual energy to perform the special ritual – the one designed to induce Voldemort to be more viable and accepting of a suggestion, thereby entering their trap – the terrifying knowledge of the dire predicament Harry faced returned in full force. In a scant few days, Harry would have to face off against Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the age. SoG SoG SoG The following Wednesday, shortly after supper, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna were enjoying each other’s company in the Head Boy and Girl’s Chambers. The young wizards were playing a less than quiet game of Exploding Snap, while the witches were discussing potential rituals for future volumes of Books of Love Magic. “I thought up a delicious new one last night. It’s not a ritual per se, but I think it will be very well received regardless,” Luna announced. “I call it ‘Dramamine for Magical Folk.’ You know how some people absolutely loathe traveling by Floo, Portkey or Apparation? Well, I thought of something that will help ease their minds: oral sex. They get fellatio or cunnilingus right before they travel!” Harry pondered over Luna’s idea. He counted himself as one of the people who did not like traveling through magical means: the spinning of Floo, the hook and tug of Portkey, and the squeezing through a rubber hose of Apparation always made him queasy… and fall down. He reckoned receiving a blow-job right before he used any of these methods would in fact ease his mind. He realized that it wouldn’t prevent him from falling down; he just wouldn’t care if he did. Blow-jobs had that effect on a bloke. “Sounds like a good idea,” he said while Ron nodded his head in approval. “The only reason you it is like because you’d agree to anything if it meant you got more blow-jobs,” Hermione said with a snort. After a moment of contemplation, the raven-haired wizard replied; “Yeah, I would.” Ron nodded his head in agreement, again. The brunette mused for a moment before saying, “Perhaps we could have a section in the next book on various non-magical acts.” She chewed her lip, clearly deep in thought, before adding, “Thinking along the lines of Luna’s suggestion, maybe for long distance Floo travel, a couple could perform oral sex during their extended trip.” “And we could call it ‘Floo Head,’” suggested Harry. “That’s the spirit!” cheered Luna as Harry’s mind wandered to the glorious image of Hermione on her knees before him as the two spun from one fireplace to another just as his lover had described. Returning to the subject of actual rituals, Hermione said “I came up with a new ritual last night. It’s an Anti-Fire Ward.” “Didn’t we make one for the last book?” asked Ron. “Yes, but you can never be too safe when it comes to fire danger,” Hermione replied. “Like the previous Anti-Fire Ward, this one will protect the home from fire, whether caused by nature, accident or attack. But, unlike the first ward, this one needs to be performed by two couples.” “A foursome! Oh, Hermione, I thought you’d never agree!” Luna said exuberantly. She clapped her hands rhythmically, chanting, “Partner swap! We finally get to partner swap! Harry, get over here right now and give me some of that Parsletongue love!” Hermione blanched. Harry suppressed a chuckle over his girlfriend’s reaction – she wasn’t upset over the notion that Luna had just made overt sexual advances on her boyfriend, but rather if they were to partner swap, then she would have to be with Ron. And the mere thought of being intimate with the orangutan-like wizard made the brunette queasy. “No, no, no, no, Good Heavens, no,” Hermione said rapidly, keeping her line of sight as far away from Ron as possible. “The ritual I created requires that Harry paddle me while I’m gagged with a red-rubber ball and tied up with red scarves, while you sit on a chair nearby and Ron masturbates into your hair.” “Oh, poo,” moaned Luna. “I really want a foursome.” “That’s not going to happen. Ever,” Hermione said, evenly. “The red of the ball-gag and scarves represent fire. Harry’s paddle represents a punishment of that fire. And Ron’s semen will represent a liquid based fire-retardant,” explained Hermione. “Once I orgasm, the ward will activate and the home will be protected from fire.” “What would I do during this ritual?” asked Luna. “You don’t have to do a thing. You just sit there while Ron wanks himself in your hair,” replied Hermione. “That’s rather dull isn’t it? Can’t I give him head or lend a hand in his wanking?” “No, I’m sorry. According to my calculations, Ron must be the only one to touch himself for this ritual to work properly.” “Curses,” Luna pouted. “Maybe we can change it so Ron doesn’t have to wank in your hair?” offered Harry. “No, that’s not the problem. I don’t mind my Ronald masturbating on me – he does it all the time and I’ve grown quite fond of it. But if I am just to sit there, I wouldn’t feel that I’m participating in the ritual. No different than a Brooding Craft Snark so to speak. And as everyone knows; a Brooding Craft Snark does absolutely nothing.” “Can she read something?” Harry asked Hermione. “Would that affect the ritual?” “Oh, that’s brilliant Harry! I can read German poetry aloud while Ronald masturbates into my hair!” cheered Luna. “You know German?” he asked. “Not a lick,” Luna said, still jubilant over the notion. “I just like how the guttural sound of the language makes my throat and tongue tickle.” Just then, a large owl with shinny, gleaming silver wings flew in through the open window. “What a beautiful owl,” Hermione said, eyeing the now-perched bird. “It’s called a Segue Owl,” informed Luna. “Segue? Why is it called that?” “I don’t know,” the blonde replied dreamily. “But it’s got a post attached to its leg.” “It must be Snape’s reply!” Harry said, quickly picking up on the new subject. Dashing up to the exotic bird, Harry untied the post attached to its leg. After delivering the message, the silver owl flapped its wings and flew back out the window. “Let me decode it,” Hermione said. Several minutes later, the brunette read the decrypted post aloud. “‘Even though I believe your plan to be flawed and recklessly dangerous, it remains, unfortunately, the best chance at defeating the Dark Lord. I have used my superior logic and cunning to convince the Dark Lord to attack Hogwarts by entering through the Chamber of Secrets as you suggested. My skilful approach was able to persuade the Dark Lord that this was his opportune means to devastate the wizarding population and to get rid of Potter, whom for some reason He views as a threat. “‘The Dark Lord was uncharacteristically keen – I might even argue that he was exuberant – over my persuasive urgings of the notion of attacking the castle. Personally, I think that the Dark Lord’s excessive reaction to my subtle skill is that He is still despondent over his loss of Bellatrix to her current insensate state. However, I did follow your inane instructions in that prior to approaching the Dark Lord, I did the proscribed insipid wand waving and intonation. But the truth of the matter is that my methods are what worked here. Not some schoolgirl’s imaginary ritual.’ “My ritual worked! It helped Snape convince Voldemort,” cheered Hermione before she read the conclusion of Snape’s post. “‘Unfortunately, the Dark Lord is so excited over the plan that He has decided to launch the attack against the castle as soon as possible. He, along with myself and his remaining handful of minions, will Portkey into the Chamber of Secrets Thursday night shortly after Ten PM.’” “Thursday!” exclaimed Ron. “But that’s tomorrow! He can’t attack tomorrow! That’s too bloody soon!” “Doesn’t matter, we’ll have to deal with it,” Harry said, dismissing the dread that gnawed at his belly like a pack of rats on a piece of moldy cheese. “I’ll talk to the House-Elves so that they can start evacuating people right away,” said Hermione. “No, we should wait as long as possible – perhaps after supper tomorrow,” he said. “If we start emptying the castle too soon, Voldemort will definitely hear about it and will scrub his plans to attack. We’ll have to do it late tomorrow evening, no earlier than eight, maybe even after nine or so. That way there’ll be less of a chance of Voldemort discovering that it’s a trap.” “What do we do until then?” asked Ron, nervously. “I dunno, try and relax,” Harry said, doubting that such a thing was possible. The gravity of his impending destiny lay on his mind like a heavy lead weight. Even the thought of relaxing in light of this seemed like an alien concept. “Let’s go back to our room, Ronald,” Luna said, taking her husband’s hand in hers. They left the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers without another word. “I think I’m going to get sick,” Harry announced. “It’s a good plan,” Hermione said, wrapping her arms around him. “It will work.” He could hear the warble in her voice and her fear was a palpable thing. It was clear that even though Hermione was confident, she was terrified of the pending showdown. Harry returned the embrace, silently telling his lover that he, too, was afraid. The two held onto each other, sharing in their fear in silence for a good long time. Needing to feel alive and loved, Harry took Hermione’s face into his hands and kissed her. A few moments later, the young lovers were in their bed. There was no kinkiness this night; no spankings, nor dirty talk, just love. They looked into each other’s eyes, deep down into their souls as they made love. All of their fear and doubt had washed away, at least for the time being, in the light of their feelings for one another. There was, of course, oral sex. Harry and Hermione had become masters at cunnilingus and fellatio, respectively, and to not use these skills would have been a crying shame. SoG SoG SoG Harry thought he was doing quite well. By the time supper had arrived the next night, he had vomited only three times. This was a point of pride for the young wizard; in a few short hours he was going to face-off against the most fear dark wizard of his time and to be physically ill three times showed just how truly brave the young wizard was. Of course his hands trembled like a leaf in a storm, but that was excusable. Oddly, even though Harry was the one destined to face-off against Voldemort, he was fairing better than his lover and friends. Hermione, Ron and Luna were complete wrecks. Hermione attempted to put up a brave face, but every half hour or so the thought of Harry confronting Voldemort would shattered her resolve and send the brunette witch into hysterical tears. Luna’s eyes were red from crying all day long whereas Ron was as white as a sheet. The red-head was so nervous that he had not eaten a bite all day long. And seeing how his stomach was a bottomless pit, this was very telling. After supper that night, Harry, Hermione, Luna and Ron waited in the Head Boy and Girl’s Chamber for the clock to reach nine, when they would start evacuating the castle. Harry went over the plan in his head and suddenly found a slight flaw. “Oh, bugger.” “What is it?” Hermione, who was as nervous as a long-tail kneazle in a room full of rocking chairs, asked. “We’re luring Voldemort into a trap in the Chamber,” Harry began as a chill descended upon his body. “What’s to stop him from escaping by Apparation or Portkey out of the Chamber before the trap is sprung?” “If Snape destroys You Know Who’s Portkey as planned and you destroy the Horcrux quickly, he won’t have time to create another Portkey,” offered Luna with a noticeable warble trying to take a small bit of confidence from the rock-solid plan. “And the school’s Anti-Apparation wards will stop them from Apparating,” Ron added just as nervously. “Oh, bugger,” cursed Hermione and her face fell. “The Anti-Apparation Ward was created in the mid-1800’s. When they set up these wards around the school, they didn’t know the location of the Chamber – they probably didn’t even believe it truly existed. The Ward doesn’t extend past the dungeons – it says so in Hogwarts: a History. That means they don’t cover the Chamber!” “That’s what I was worried about,” said Harry. “And knowing Voldemort, there’s a very good chance that he’ll probably have an extra Portkey hidden on his person just in case something goes wrong.” “Why didn’t I think of this before?” wailed Hermione. “Oh, I think I just peed myself,” mumbled Luna. The small bit of confidence she had shattered. “This isn’t good,” Ron said with a squeak. “Maybe… maybe we can erect Anti-Portkey and Anti-Apparation Wards before they get here?” Luna’s tone implied that she knew her logic was flawed but she was desperately attempting to salvage the plan. “If we do that, then they won’t be able to Portkey into the Chamber and the trap won’t work,” Hermione pointed out. “Maybe we could create the Anti-Portkey Ward after they show up,” suggested Ron, hoping to be helpful. “Then I won’t be able to escape!” Harry’s record of vomiting only three times was about to increase by one. Harry saw the tiny figure of Dobby shuffle out of the shadows. “Pardon Dobby, Harry Potter, sir, but’s perhaps Dobby can’s be helping.” “How much have you heard, Dobby?” asked Harry. “Enough’s to know you’s be wanting He Who Must Not Be Named to be coming into the Chamber of Secrets and you’s wants to be escaping from’s it buts you’s wants to keep He Who Must Not Be Named to be coming out’s.” “That’s pretty much the gist of it,” Harry said. “Dobby be knowing of a spells that the Ministree be using in Azkaban calling the Prison Ward. It’s be allowing people’s to enter by Apparation or’s Portkeys but they can’t be leaving if’s the ward doesn’t want’s them to. It only let’s one wizard or witch to be creating Portkeys that can leave’s through the Prison Ward. No one’s else’s Portkey will be working and they’s can’t be Apparating out either’s,” the House-Elf explained. “There’s a spell that can allow people to enter an area magically but won’t let them leave if they don’t have a Portkey that isn’t made by the one person the ward recognizes,” Hermione clarified excitedly. “That’s wonderful! Do you know how to cast it, Dobby?” “Normally’s, House-Elves not be knowing of such spelles, for House-Elves travel different from wizards and witches – we’s don’t be needing to know such things like the Prison Ward because wes House-Elves cans move through it likes other Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey wards,” Dobby explained. The House-Elf’s ears lowered and he wrung his hands guiltily before continuing. “But’s Dobby’s former bad Master, Lucy, made Dobby learns how to be casting the Prison Ward to keep Master Lucy’ special lady friend’s of the evening from escaping’s. Once Dobby be done casting the ward, Master Lucy be’s the only one’s making Portkeys so’s that Master Lucy’s special lady friend’s of the evening did’s their duty’s.” Dobby then added in an undertone, much like a child repeating a curse; “Mistress Narcy called Master Lucy’s special lady friend’s of the evening ‘nothing but dirty wars.’” “Dobby, can you cast this Prison Ward around the Chamber of Secrets and make it so that I’m the only one able to create a working Portkey?” asked Harry. Dobby ears perked up and he nodded his head vigorously. The thought of aiding the Great Harry Potter sent the House-Elf to the heights of ecstasy. With tears of joy bubbling up in his eyes, he choked out; “Dobby thinks Dobby just peed himself.” “It does have a nice warming effect, don’t you think?” Luna asked in her usual detached fashion. ”Dobby will cast the Prison Ward on the Chamber once Dobby changes Dobby’s trousers!” The House-Elf vanished with a pop. Harry announced, “All right then, lets get this over with. You three go talk with the other House-Elves so they can get everyone out of the castle. I’ll go talk to McGonagall; as Headmistress, she deserves to know what’s going to happen.” Harry marched out of his chambers and toward the Headmistress’ office. Being Head Boy, Harry knew the password, allowing him entrance passed the stone gargoyle. He knocked on McGonagall’s door and asked; “Professor, can I have a word with you?” “Certainly, Mr. Potter. Come in,” she replied. When he entered, the witch inquired, “What is it that you’d like to discuss?’ Eyeing the portraits of the former Headmasters and Mistresses suspiciously, Harry said, “Could you order the portraits not to tell anyone – anyone at all – what I’m about to tell you?” Clearly sensing his serious tone, McGonagall said to the paintings; “As current Headmistress of Hogwarts, I order that none of you shall, for any reason, speak a word of what will be said between me and Harry Potter until I release you from this command. Is that understood?” All but Phineas Nigellus immediately voiced their vehement agreement. Sirius’ ancestor did agree not to repeat anything he heard, however his tone clearly told Harry that he was annoyed and put out by this order. Pacing back and forth before McGonagall’s desk, Harry told her everything. He started out by telling her of the prophesy made before he was born that linked his and Voldemort’s destinies, and how that he was their only hope of defeating the evil wizard. He informed the Headmistress of Voldemort’s Horcruxes and the search and destruction of them. Harry finished by telling her that he had a plan that would not only destroy the last Horcrux but also defeat Voldemort without even dueling the most feared wizard of his time. The Headmistress sat in stunned silence for nearly a full minute until she finally asked, “Couldn’t you create a magical brace, or even another column to replace the one you have to destroy in order to save the school?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I really, really don’t want to duel Voldemort,” admitted Harry. “Even though I’m strong because of power rituals, Voldemort’s still has decades more experience over me. He knows, and can do, things I can’t even imagine. If I duel him, I’m a dead man. And since, according to the prophesy, I’m the only person who has any chance of defeating him – if I die, no one can stop him. “I love this school, it’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a home,” he explained. “But Voldemort is too much of a threat. Who knows how many people he will hurt and kill if he lives? If I can end Voldemort, I can save lives. But there’s no way I can beat him in a one-on-one fight – I’d be killed in seconds. If I destroy the Chamber of Secrets with him in it, then I’ll have ended his threat and saved countless lives. The only chance I have against him, the only chance anyone has, is if I destroy the school.” McGonagall worried her lip, clearly weighing the school against saving lives. Obviously, the castle lost this debate. “Once Voldemort is gone, we’ll have to rebuild the castle.” “Of course, ma’am.” A soft pop announced Winky’s, the House-Elf, arrival in the Headmistress’ office. “It be time for Winky to be taking Heady Mack-gone-all to secret hiding place.” “What? Now?” she asked stunned. “It’s happening tonight?” “Sorry, I forgot to mention that,” muttered Harry guiltily. “Can I at least walk the halls one last time before everything is destroyed?” requested the Headmistress. “No’s, the Chosen One be wanting everybodies not One of the Mark outs of the castle right now,” Winky said, bolstered by her duty to Hermione. Before McGonagall could utter another word of protest, the House-Elf took her hand and the two disappeared with a pop. Ignoring the trembling in his knees, Harry made his way to Moaning Myrtle’s loo. Besides his shaking knees, Harry paid no attention to the little nagging voice in his head that informed him that the only person to fight Voldemort and survive in a real duel was Dumbledore. The voice continued by pointing out that the times Harry had faced Voldemort, he had escaped by sheer luck or chance. ‘It’s a good plan,’ he told himself, hoping to drown out the nagging voice in his head. ‘If I stick to the plan, then I won’t have to fight an incredibly skilled and sadistic dueler who can kill me with two words.’ “What are you doing here?” he asked when he found Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dobby waiting for him outside the second story bathroom. “I told the House-Elves to keep everyone in the cave and not to let anyone leave or send a message until after the castle falls, just in case any of them try and warn Voldemort or his followers,” Hermione, who had given up all pretense of hiding her fear, said. Tears were flowing freely down her sickly pale cheeks. The terrified warble in her voice reminded Harry of a sound that some kind of exotic bird living in the Rainforest might make. “That’s all well and good, but it doesn’t explain why you’re here,” he repeated. “All of you should be in that cave along with everybody else.” “We’re here to help you out,” Ron said. Like Hermione, Ron’s voice trembled and wavered, making him sound like an adolescent. “No, you are not,” he said firmly. “Harry, you need all the hel—” Hermione began to protest. “No, I need you as far away from this as possible,” he interrupted. “I cannot do this if I’m worried that you, any of you, might get caught in the crossfire.” “But Har—” began Ron. “But nothing. I have to get Snape out of there and I can’t worry about you at the same time!” The tone of Harry’s voice told everyone that his decision was final. “Fine then, we’ll wait for you outside Hagrid’s hut,” Hermione said. Like Harry, the tone of her voice told everyone this was not a point to contest. “All right then, let’s get this over with,” Harry said. He marched up to Hermione and crushed his lips to hers. He took as much comfort and courage from that kiss as he could. “Come back to me,” she said when the kiss ended. Her eyes were shimmering with tears, fear, and hope. “I will,” he said, hoping that fate would not make a liar out of him. “Good luck,” said Ron, giving Harry a pat on the back. “I’ll see you soon, Harry,” Luna said and kissed him on the cheek. “Is the Prison Ward up?” he asked Dobby. “Yes, Harry Potter, sir.” Dobby, who, like Hermione, was crying openly, wailed “Please, lets Dobby stay by yours side, Harry Potter, sir. Please. Dobby cans help Harry Potter.” “No Dobby, I need you to keep an eye on my friends,” Harry said. “Make sure they stay safe for me.” With his lip quivering, the House-Elf replied “Yes, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby wills make sure.” Before stepping into the loo, Harry gave Hermione one last look and a lopsided smile, hoping to show her that he was brave and confident so she wouldn’t have to worry so much. The moment the door closed and he was out of sight of his lover and friends, Harry let the facade drop. His face and shoulders fell and he leaned against the door. This was it: in a few moments’ time, Harry would open the entrance to the Chamber, slide down the tube, and face his destiny. ‘Stick to the plan,’ he repeated to himself. As he slowly walked to the faucet, those four words became a mantra. ‘Stick to the plan.’ The scenario played out in his head – Harry would make a Portkey, Voldemort and his minions would show up, Snape would run to Harry while Harry swung the Sword of Gryffindor at the pillar Horcrux, and then, as the roof collapsed, Harry and Snape would be whisked to safety via the Portkey. Simple and easy and difficult to muck up, the way all plans should be. ‘Stick to the Plan.’ He bent over the basin and spoke the word “open” in Parsletongue. The sink shrank away and a large hole appeared in the wall. Just before he stepped into the tube, Harry screwed up his courage. After sliding down the tube, Harry made his way to the main chamber. He was so afraid that his hands were like ice. He began to worry if this impediment would hamper his ability to hold onto the Sword much less swing it at the column properly. Upon entering the main, cavernous chamber, Harry eyed the Horcrux column and gulped down the burning bile that had been creeping up his throat. ‘Stick to the plan.’ He glanced at his watch. Nine forty-three. He had at least fifteen minutes before Voldemort and his minions were scheduled to arrive. Taking another deep breath, Harry conjured a long branch – slightly over four feet – leaned it against the Horcrux column, tapped it with his wand and incanted “Portus.” He wanted the Portkey as close as possible – he didn’t want to have to dive for it while the roof fell on top of his head. Now, he waited. Soon, he’d face Voldemort for the last time. One way or the other, it would be over tonight. If everything went according to plan, Harry and Snape would be safe and away while the so-called Dark Lord was crushed beneath tons of falling rock. He paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together, hoping to chase away the chill that had settled in them. His mind wandered to Hermione and his friends. Surely they had gotten out of the castle and to Hagrid’s hut by now. The very first thing he planned on doing after this was all over was to run up to Hermione, take her in his arms and lavish her with kisses. That is, if every thing went according to planned and he got out of the Chamber alive. Taking a calming breath, Harry repeated his mantra – this time aloud. “Stick to the plan.” Despite his confidence in the plan, his hands were still cold, bile still marched up his throat and his belly had clenched up into a tight little ball. Checking the time again, Harry’s stomach tightened even more. It was nine forty-six. Only three minutes had passed. “This is going to be the longest quarter hour of my life,” he mumbled to himself. He just hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Harry pulled out the Sword out of his robes. The heavy weight in his hands helped calm his nerves somewhat. The plan was sound. One swing of the Sword and it would be finished. The minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow rate. At one point Harry had wondered if his watch had stopped working. But it was just his anxiety that made time seem to slow down. Then, with a series of loud whooshing sounds, over a dozen people appeared in the Chamber before Harry. At the front of this group was none other than Voldemort himself, flanked by Wormtail to his right and Snape to his left. Each of the new comers had a hold of a long length of rope, obviously the Portkey that had brought them here. “Potter, what are you doing here?” demanded Voldemort. He was by no means stupid – Harry’s presence was not a coincidence. And he was smart enough to spot a trap when he saw one. The villain quickly reached into his robes to draw his wand. Harry looked at Snape and shouted “NOW!” Not knowing of the new Prison Ward prohibiting any Portkey besides Harry’s from working, Snape stuck to his part of the plan. The Potions Master tapped his wand to the rope-Portkey and it flashed in flames, destroying it, before lunging forward while Harry swung the Sword with all of his might. Harry felt the blade slice through the stone of the column like a knife through butter, destroying the final Horcrux. Now that the main support column had been demolished, the whole chamber began to tremble instantly. As planned, Snape wrapped his hand around Harry’s arm as the young wizard pivoted to face the Portkey. Harry reached out… “CONFRINGO!” a cold, high voice shouted. One word and one phrase made up of a contraction and another word sprang up in Harry’s head. They were “Bollocks” and “I’m screwed.” The reason for this was that Voldemort had cast a Blasting Curse with the special Portkey as its target – that or he had aimed directly at either Snape or Harry and the trembling, shaking ground had thrown off his aim. Either way, the curse had turned Harry’s only means of escape into a shower of splinters. There was no time to create another Portkey – the whole castle would collapse and crush him in the time it would take to conjure a new item, enchant it into a Portkey, and then activate it. Harry and Snape were stuck. Massive chunks of the walls and ceiling started to break free and fall. Many Death Eaters scrambled, vainly trying to find cover. One Death Eater’s scream had been cut short when one bolder crushed him, turning him into a sticky jam. As the chamber collapsed around him, Harry took a small bit of solace in the knowledge that at least he had succeeded in ridding the world of Voldemort. A tugging sensation on the hem of his robes drew Harry’s attention. He looked down into the bright green, tennis ball sized eyes of Dobby. A triumphant smile stretched across Harry’s face. The Prison Ward did not affect House-Elf transportation. Dobby must’ve transported into the Chamber when Harry and Snape did not show up outside Hagrid’s hut once the castle began to fall. After taking Dobby’s hand in his, Harry glanced back at Voldemort. The fiend was reaching out to grab Wormtail’s silver hand. The next thing Harry knew, he, Snape and Dobby were standing just outside Hagrid’s hut. There was no unpleasant squeezing as in Apparation, no mad spinning as there was in Floo travel, and there was no uncomfortable hook behind the navel and tugging as there was in Portkey travel. One moment, he was in the crumbling Chamber, and the next, he was standing in a grassy field. “Wow, elf transport is a whole lot more enjoyable than any other magical transportation,” he said to himself. Remembering his vow to take Hermione in his arms, Harry spun around in order to find the witch he loved. As he turned, his eyes quickly surveyed the devastation caused by the falling of the castle. Centuries of dust had been thrown up into the air due to the ancient building’s collapse; this created a dense cloud that covered the ground and reach upwards, hundreds of feet. Even though he couldn’t see a thing, Harry assumed that the Astronomy Tower would have fallen by this time, and that the walls of the castle had begun their inevitable structural failure. Ignoring the castle and its fate, Harry continued to turn until he found the woman he loved. Tears of joy cascaded down her cheeks and he couldn’t wait to kiss them away. He had barely taken two steps when the joy in Hermione’s eyes drained in an instant, replaced by panic. Ron and Luna, who were standing on either side of the brunette witch, pointed over Harry’s shoulder with trembling hands. Harry turned to face where his friends were pointing and his stomach fell. There, standing with his black robes billowing in the wind, with the cloud of the collapsing castle behind him, holding Wormtail’s disembodied silver hand was Lord Voldemort. “I always have an escape plan, Potter,” Lord Voldemort said, with hate bubbling up in his cold voice. “Did you honestly think I’d give one of my lowly followers such a precious gift without ulterior motives?” He held up the metallic limb, clearly taking pride over his cunning. “It’s an emergency-transporter of my own design – it can mimic and follow the last form of any magical travel used within a twenty foot radius – and unlike most wizards, I am powerful enough to mimic even House-Elf magic. When I created my wondrous device in this specific form to quiet that sniveling pillock, Wormtail, I knew that it might come in ‘handy’ one day.” The fiend giggled at his own poor pun. “Now it’s time to deal with the traitor.” This was the only warning anyone got before Voldemort began firing curses. Snape grunted in pain as a massive gash was cut into him. The greasy haired wizard began to pitch forward, a fountain of blood and gore spraying from his side, just below his ribs. Harry dove at Snape. A yellow bolt of magic rocketed by Harry, missing him by fractions of an inch, as he grabbed Snape by the shoulders. “RUN!” shouted Harry to his friends. “GET BEHIND THE TREES!” While dragging Snape behind him, Harry bolted to the tree line a few feet away, bobbing and weaving as best as he could in order to dodge Voldemort’s attacks. Unburdened, Harry’s friends reached the trees a few seconds before he did. Hermione and Luna jumped behind the trunk of a massive oak while Ron and Dobby took shelter behind another. Grunting, Harry jumped and landed with a thud just as a curse blew a chunk out of a tree next to him. As Voldemort continued to fire off a rapid series of deadly hexes, he mocked; “You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Harry. After I kill you and your friends, I’ll rebuild my army and I will destroy everything you care about, boy.” Snape coughed. Dark red blood spewed from his mouth, spattering his lips and chin. One look told Harry that his former professor did not have much time life. The older wizard let out a shuttering breath and his eyes closed. Harry held the dying Potions Master in his arms. This was a difficult, messy task – not because of the wizard’s lifeblood flowing from his gaping wound that soiled Harry robes, rather the young wizard didn’t want Snape’s greasy hair to touch him. Harry knew that blood could come out of his clothing, but he doubted that whatever the substance in Snape's hair could ever be completely cleaned. As he awkwardly cradled Snape, Harry wondered what he should say to the wizard. Should he forgive the man for all of his misdeeds, for all the wrongs he had committed against Harry? An explosion shook the tree behind Harry. He could see Hermione and Luna a few feet away, holding onto one another in fear and support. Suddenly, Snape’s eyes snapped opened. Looking up at the boy he had persecuted for so long, Snape muttered; “I regret joining the Death Eaters.” A shuttering, rattling breath escaped his lungs. “I regret all the harm I caused through my deeds and actions. But most of all Potter, I regret not getting the chance to-” another spasming breath, “...wank to your mother’s memory just one last time.” As his mother’s stalker’s eye fluttered closed, Harry resisted the urge to drop the dying prick to the ground. Harry was, after all, the hero and heroes do not do such things – even to hated ponces who wanked over the memory of said hero’s mum. Then Snape’s eyes shot open one last time. He looked deeply into Harry’s brilliant green eyes and spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Potter, grant me this, my dying wish: pretend to be Lily, you have her eyes after all… and you can use my blood to dye your hair red like hers… and then… touch…m—” Thankfully, the fates interceded and took Snape to the Next Great Adventure before he could give voice to complete his final request. Of course, Harry had wished that they had taken the arsehole a few moments before, that way the young wizard would not have been scarred by what he had been asked to do. “I know this is wrong of me to say, but God I hated that prick,” Harry said, letting the still warm corpse slide to the ground with less dignity than a hero of his stature should have. “Well, at least he was in so much denial that he couldn’t see that he was truly attracted to your father and not your mother, as proof of his Patronus,” Hermione said from her nearby cover, having the misfortune to have overheard Snape’s dying words. “Otherwise, his last request could have been significantly more awkward.” Another blast from Voldemort shattered a tree trunk no more than five feet away from Harry. It was obvious that the villain was toying with his prey. “Yeah, that greasy bastard’s death was tragic and all, but what the bloody hell are we going to do now?” Ron demanded frantically. “Let’s make another Portkey and escape!” offered Luna, her eyes even wider than normal. “No, we don’t know if Voldemort could use Wormtail’s hand to follow us again,” Hermione said. “Besides, it has to end now,” Harry said. He stood and squared his shoulders, ready to face his destiny. He took one step from behind the tree with his wand already raised and prepared to fire a curse when the ground a foot in front of his feet exploded. The concussion of the blast threw Harry back, slamming him against another tree. With his head still spinning from the blow, he overheard Ron exclaim; “What about Harry’s power boosts? He could just lean around the tree and blast You Know Who to kingdom come.” “Dear, you’re forgetting that You Know Who’s has gone through his own power boosting rituals. And he’s got decades worth of fighting experience over Harry!” explained Luna. “Even if Harry had more power than him, You Know Who would still have enough skill to easily block and counter anything Harry threw at him!” Voldemort, still launching Blasting Hexes at Harry and his friends in a sadistically playful manner, called out “I don’t know how you found out about my Horcrux, but you’ve lost, Harry. You have only destroyed one of my Horcruxes! I have four more hidden where you’ll never find them!” He added bitterly, “I’d have five if Lucius wasn’t an idiot and lost my diary.” Harry quickly gestured to his friends to remain silent. He feared that if one of them let slip that they had in fact destroyed all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, the dark wizard, who was terrified of his own mortality, would retreat and this opportunity to end Voldemort’s reign of death and terror would be lost. Suddenly, Harry saw something spark in Hermione’s eyes. She locked eyes with him and said, “Harry, I’m pregnant.” The young wizard looked at the witch he loved. Her eyes were full of dread, worry, doubt and something that made Harry believe she had done something terribly, terribly wrong. He assumed that she had forgotten to recast her Anti-Conception Charm and this was the cause for this odd expression. “I’m pregnant, Harry,” she repeated with the same look of worry, dread and odd guilt. “What? Do you expect some sort of congratulations from us?” Ron asked, piercingly. “Congratulations, Hermione,” Luna said earnestly. “I hope we live through this so I can throw you a baby shower.” The world faded away for Harry. His mind left Voldemort and the destruction around him and entered a world where Hermione was expecting. In his mind’s eye, Harry saw Hermione a few months from now, her belly large and round. He had his hands on her stomach, feeling the baby kick and move inside her womb. His mind flashed forward and he imagined holding his and Hermione’s baby a few moments after he or she was born. His mind raced, coming up with possible names for his child. Another explosion rocked the ground and violently drew Harry out of his daydream. He looked at Hermione. He had to stop Voldemort. Harry had to do it, for his family – for his and Hermione’s unborn child. As Harry stood, he focused on his love for Hermione and their child. A powerful golden light once again emanated from his body. Shimmering rays floated from his body and coiled and undulated like tendrils. “Not this again. Not the pure love thing,” moaned Ron. “It makes me feel funny! And I really don’t think now is a time to feel funny!” “Now’s the perfect time,” Harry said, stepping out from behind the trees. With the thought of his future family warming his heart and soul, Harry drew up his wand. “What’s this?” asked Voldemort, confused by the strange golden glow surrounding Harry. The knowledge that his child was growing in Hermione’s womb had allowed Harry to tap fully into his love core – more so than ever before. This incredible power coursed through him, making his body burn. He could feel his feet hovering an inch above the ground as he slowly walked toward his target. Overcoming his confusion, Voldemort launched a lethal cutting curse directly at Harry’s throat. The silver crescent of magic soared through the air and struck the glow encapsulating Harry with a reverberating clang. The curse shattered like crystal, leaving the young wizard unscathed. Voldemort’s red eyes burned with hatred. He raised his wand and his mouth opened, ready to spit out another incantation. Before any sound could leave his lips, one of the golden tendrils that extended from the glow surrounding Harry lashed out, slashing Voldemort across the hand. The villain cried out and recoiled. A dark burn mark smoldered where the tendril had touched his skin. Clutching his burnt hand to his chest, Voldemort hissed “I took your blood! The cursed blood protection shouldn’t harm me anymore!” “That’s not the blood protection, that’s the power of love,” Harry said. Harry heard his best mate gripe, “If I wasn’t scared shiteless right now, I’d think that was the lamest thing I’ve ever heard one bloke say to another.” Harry eyed the damage to Voldemort’s hand. The pure power that emanated from his body hurt Voldemort. It was feasible that he could actually kill Voldemort with it. He just needed to focus the power somehow. A spell, perhaps, that would concentrate the pure love Harry felt and launched it at Voldemort. Harry smiled. He already knew a spell that concentrated pure emotions: the Patronus Charm. The Patronus was powered by pure happiness. If he could focus the love he felt into the charm, he could direct it at Voldemort. Hermione had actually theorized that he could use a Patronus as a weapon against Voldemort a few weeks previously. Of course, Ron had also theorized at the same time that Harry could defeat Voldemort with an Expelliarmus Charm, but Harry thought that Hermione’s theory had the support of logic and intelligence behind it. With the image of him sitting on a bed next to Hermione as he held their newborn baby, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort and shouted, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” His wand jerked in recoil as a giant, glimmering stag leapt from the tip of the weapon. It was larger and more brilliant than any Patronus Harry had ever conjured before. He could feel the pure love super-charge the energy in the stag. The magical animal’s hooves pounded silently on the ground as it charged, full-bore, at Voldemort. It lowered its head, pointing its sharp antlers at the fiend’s chest, and crashed into the snake-like wizard. The moment the stag struck Voldemort, the Patronus exploded and engulfed the dark wizard in flames. Voldemort reared his head back and screamed in utter agony. The flames swallowed him – the power of love literally burned the man who knew nothing but hate. Through the flames, Harry saw Voldemort’s flesh blacken and large chunks fall to the earth where they burned to ash. He also saw pure hate and anger in his foe’s red-eyes. Knowing this may be his final act, Voldemort focused all of his rage and hate on Harry. He leveled his wand at the black-haired wizard and screamed “AVADA KEDAVRA!” Just as the Patronus was the embodiment of pure joy, the Killing Curse was pure hate – to cast it properly, someone had to hate their target enough to kill them. And, just as Harry’s power sprang forth from his love, Voldemort’s came from hatred, giving the fiend a true knack for the Unforgivable. The green bolt blazed through the air, rocketing at Harry. It moved so rapidly, the young wizard did not have time to react. The dreaded curse hit its target. But, just as his mother’s pure love had shielded him from the Killing Curse when he was a toddler, the pure love that surrounded Harry right now had the same effect. Whereas Lily had sacrificed herself out of love and thereby shielded her son, Harry’s shield was powered by the thought of his family – Hermione and their child – and had the same power as Lily’s sacrifice. The green beam of magic struck the golden shield and rebounded upon its caster, just as it had over fifteen years before. The power of the rebounded Killing Curse combined with the magical fire which had engulfed him turned Voldemort into a pile of soot in an instant. Harry stared at the smoldering pile of ashes that used to be the monster who murdered his family and hunted him his whole life. As he watched the smoke rise up into the air, Harry realized that this pile that used to be Voldemort had done far more than kill his family – he had terrorized an entire society for a generation. He had murdered, tortured and maimed countless people. And now he was gone. He wouldn’t be coming back like he had done previously. Voldemort was truly and completely dead this time, thanks to Harry’s success in finding and destroying all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. Harry continued to stare at the ashes for a full minute, letting the awe of his victory wash over him, before shouting “I WON! I BLOODY EFFING WON!” Hermione was the first to rush out from her protective cover. She leapt at Harry and threw her arms around his neck, sobbing in joy that he lover was alive. Ron, Luna and Dobby quickly joined the embrace with the red-head shouting “You did it! You bloody did it!” over and over. Suddenly, every single member of the Order of the Phoenix appeared around Harry and his friends, each one holding onto various objects that had obviously been turned into Portkeys. McGonagall rushed forward and said “The moment Hogwarts fell, the House-Elves let us go and I Apparated to Grimmauld Place and activated the emergency beacon!” “We all popped over and Minerva told us what was going on. We got here as quickly as we could,” added Tonks. “Where are they?” demanded Mad-Eye Moody, ready – and eager – to hex someone. “Where are the Death Eaters and You Know Who?” Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dobby looked to Harry. Each one assumed that since Harry was the hero of the hour, it was his right to tell everyone of the defeat of the most feared wizard of their time. With a joyous smile splitting his face cleanly in two, Harry cried out “I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!” Hermione let go of Harry and instantly began wringing her hands. Harry was too delirious over the joy he felt to notice this small, but guilty action. “Really? That’s fantastic!” Arthur Weasley said with naked excitement. “Oh, what wonderful news!” added Molly Weasley, looking at Hermione questioningly. “Yeah, yeah, congratulations,” Moody said dismissively. “Now where’s the Death Eater Scum?” The old Auror was clearly aching to hex someone. “They’re all dead!” announced Ron. “What about Voldemort?” asked Remus Lupin. “Erm, you’re stepping in him, Professor Lupin,” Luna replied, pointing at the pile of soot and ash around Remus’ feet. “It’s over?” Tonks asked. “He’s finally dead?” “Yeah, and he’s not coming back this time!” cheered Ron. “This calls for a celebration!” cried Kingsley Shacklebolt. “I’m going to be a dad!” repeated Harry. This news was obviously far more important to him than Voldemort’s defeat. “I think this calls for a double celebration!” Arthur said, bristling with pride. “For the defeat of You Know Who, and to celebrate Harry and Hermione’s joyous news!” Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek while Hermione began to chew on her lower lip almost frantically. “Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks and break open a case of Fire-Whiskey!” announced Remus as he gave Harry a congratulatory pat on the back. “So Harry, who’s going to be the godfather of your baby?” he asked, hoping to be the one the young wizard had in mind. “Not gonna happen, Remus, that job’s going to his best mate, yours truly,” Ron said, thumbing himself in the chest as nearly everyone standing outside Hagrid’s hut began making their way to the School’s gates. “I can’ wait till I get to take yer kid on his firs’ year boat ride ta the castle,” Hagrid said to Harry with happy tears flowing freely. “’Course we’ll have ta rebuild tha’ castle.” Harry let his friends congratulate him and offer name suggestions for his baby as they walked out of the gates and down into the streets of Hogsmede. Meanwhile… Just outside Hagrid’s hut, Hermione stood, wringing her hands and worrying her lip madly. She stared, wide-eyed, at some unknown point far off in the distance. The only other people with her, Molly Weasley and Tonks, stood a few feet away from the distraught witch, conferring beneath their breath to one another. After a moment of discussion, Molly jotted a note down on a piece of parchment. Then the two walked up to the brunette witch. “Hermione dear, do you have something to tell us?” asked Molly. “I’m a horrible, horrible person,” Hermione wailed. “You’re not horrible,” Tonks consoled her. “But I lied to Harry. I lied to him in the most horrific way!” Even though Hermione had lied to Harry in order for him to fully access his power to defeat Voldemort, she felt as if she was lower than the lowest animal. “It doesn’t have to be a lie,” offered Molly. “Just a delay in the truth,” added Tonks. “What do you mean?” “Here,” Molly said, handing Hermione the note. “The first is a spell that cancels out all anti-conception charms. The other is a charm that will help you ovulate.” “Mind you it’s not as good as the Prewitt Ritual you and Harry accidentally tricked me and Remus into performing,” Tonks commented, “but I think Harry might get a little suspicious if you pop the baby out in a couple of weeks like I did.” “Now, you perform these two charms and ride Harry like a pony,” Molly said with a smile. Both Tonks and Hermione looked at the Weasley matron in surprise. “Oh please, you don’t get to have seven children by being chaste. “As I was saying, you have your way with Harry – which I’m sure he won’t mind in the slightest – every day and night until you change that lie into a ‘delayed truth,’ as Tonks called it,” concluded Molly “Basically, shag him until you really do get knocked up,” clarified Tonks. “Nymphadora Tonks,” Molly said, scathingly. “What? You used the term ‘ride Harry like a pony’ and you’re mad at me?” defended Tonks. “I’m upset that you used such a foul word,” the red-head said. She smiled at Hermione and added with a happy lilt, “Didn’t you know it’s improper to curse in front of a mother-to-be?’ Hermione looked at the charms Molly and Tonks had given her before saying, “Or at least a mother-to-be-shortly.”
Title: 34Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor_(1) Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Chapter Thirty Four: And the Walls Come Crumbling Down Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing (et al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made. 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 Thirty Four: It’s time for Harry to face his destiny! With an ache in both his lower back and ‘/Harry, Jr.’/, Harry blinked his eyes. Stiff and sore, he slowly sat up. “It’s about time you woke up,” Hermione greeted him. “What time is it?” “Nearly supper.” “Damn. I must’ve been knackered.” “Ejaculating fourteen times will have that effect.” “I guess that would explain why I’m so sore down there,” he commented and then asked, “Did you really keep count?” “Of course I did,” she said, sitting on the bed next to him. A warm smile graced her lips. “You’re my virile wizard. Even with the aid of potions, you were amazing.” “Amazing was I?” “It was definitely one for the history books.” The pride Harry had felt before falling into unconsciousness returned with gusto. He felt his face heat up and a wide grin stretched across his face. “Where are your two counterparts?” he asked, vainly trying to quell his smile. “One’s already used the Time Turner to go back to last night, the other one is in the library waiting for her turn to go back,” she said. The brunette leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his lips. “I’ll fetch you some food.” She leapt up and walked across the room. As she walked, Harry eyed her wonderful bum as it swayed back and forth. Cocking an eyebrow, Harry looked down to ‘/Harry, Jr.’/, silently asking of it was up for another go. After all, Hermione’s bottom just begged for a repeat performance. The organ replied “/Sod off. I’m bloody tired!”/ Normally, ‘/Harry, Jr.’/ would be ready and willing to play with Hermione, but cumming fourteen times in one night had earned the penis some rest. Hermione returned with a plate full of fruits. She took her place next to her lover and brought a strawberry up to his lips. After he ate that piece, Hermione presented him a slice of pineapple. As his girlfriend continued to feed him, the door banged open and Courtney came barging into the room. “Blow – Jobs – Are – The – BEST!” she announced in no uncertain terms. She then crinkled her nose, smelling the air, and stated “Cor, it smells like sex in here. Did I miss another show?” “Harry came fourteen times,” Hermione said, beaming with pride over her boyfriend’s achievement. “Blimey, that’s a lot of spunk,” Courtney said, nodding her head in approval. “I don’t think even the House-Elves could clean that much cum out of the sheets. You’ll probably have to burn them. “Of course Draco was no slouch either.” She held up her hand and extended all five fingers. “Twice for me and three times for you, Harry.” A sudden urge to run far, far away popped up in Harry’s mind. Courtney was encroaching upon a subject that made the young wizard nervous and nauseous, to say the least. “That’s… all we want to hear about that,” Hermione said, hoping to end Courtney’s recollection. “Aw, you’re no fun,” the Auror pouted. “But I have to tell you, Hermione: you MUST grow a penis and have someone give you a blow-job. Abso-/bloody/-lutely fantastic!” “I’m not sucking dick,” Harry announced. “Not even if it was mine?” Hermione asked, playfully. Or at least Harry hoped it was playful. He prayed that his lover wasn’t that kinky. “Hell no,” he said with finality. “You two are so weird,” Courtney said with a chuckle. “It’s funny how that even though you’re so kinky and wild that some things still make you queasy.” “Without going into any details, /please/, I take it Draco was into the act and therefore the glass ball I gave you is fully charged?” asked Hermione. “Oh Merlin yes! I though he was going to burst when I began—” “I’m sorry Courtney but I can’t bear any details about your… /adventure/,” Hermione spoke up. “I know you’re into him, but Draco just gives me the creeps. It’s difficult for me to even understand why anyone would be into someone like Draco.” “Oh, bother,” lamented Courtney. She pulled the glass ball that Hermione had given her the night before, and offered it to the other witch. “If I can’t share my bi-wonder experience with you two, then I guess I’ll just have to share with Tonks. She’d appreciate it.” “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, really I am,” said Hermione, taking the ball from Courtney and carefully setting it down on the tabletop. The magical construct was now filled with burning red and orange lights, swirling around in the glass. “I just don’t want to hear any sentence that contains the word‘/Draco’/ and ‘/penis’/. It’s a standard that I must hold to.” “I completely agree,” said Harry. “Well, then you’ll be pleased to know that Draco discovered that it was actually me and not Harry, after the fact. And by ‘/fact’/ I mean plentiful amounts of wet, dirty sex. I reckoned you two didn’t want him thinking that Harry just popped over for hummers and buggering,” she said. “Thank you,” Harry said. A great weight had lifted– a part of him feared that Draco would approach him in the halls and ask for another tumble. “But you really have to experience a blow-job, Hermione,” repeated Courtney. “It’s imperative!” “I’m not sucking a dick,” Harry reiterated. “Me, I’ll do anything at least once as long as it won’t leave a mark. Well, not a lasting mark, anyway,” Courtney bragged. “Or scat; I won’t do that.” “Maybe we should introduce you to a ghost we know,” offered Harry. “Yes, I think he’d love you,” Hermione said. “Except for the lack of scat bit.” “Really? I’ve heard some strange rumors about a perverted ghost lurking around the castle.” Courtney was clearly curious and intrigued by this unnamed mystery ghost. “Pardon me, but my ears are burning,” the ghost in question said, as he made himself visible. “Is someone talking about me behind my back?” Harry was fairly certain that Gryffindor had been hiding, unseen, in the room for some time. The young wizard even speculated that there was a slight chance the ghost was there when he and Hermione had their Time Turner/Polyjuice foursome. The only issue that cast doubt on this speculation was that Gryffindor would’ve given tips and pointers, if not offering outright to join in by saying something as uncouth as “Is there room for another willy in that jumbled mass of limbs and orifices?” while Harry and the three versions of Hermione went at it. “Godric Gryffindor, this is Courtney,” Hermione said, introducing the pair. “Hello there, my pretty,” Gryffindor said with his ever-present deviant grin. “Did I hear you right when you said you’d try anything?” “Except scat,” the Auror said without shame. “Or anything that involves urine and/or vomit, as well.” “Have you ever heard of something called a ‘/Train/,’” the ghost said, draping his arm over Courtney’s shoulders, leading her out of the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers. Courtney cheered “I get to be the caboose.” With that, the ghost and the Auror left the Head Boy and Girl, discussing various positions, acts and household cleaners that doubled as good lubrication. “Did you introduce Courtney to Gryffindor so that you’d get him off of our backs?” asked Harry. “Of course,” Hermione replied. “I figured that Courtney and Draco could entertain Gryffindor for a while. Hopefully longer than Mrs. Black’s portrait did anyway.” “Good, because if you hadn’t introduced them, I was going to for the very same reason.” Hermione held up the glass ball containing the sexual energy collected from Courtney and Draco’s romp. “All we need to do now is tap into this with our ritual to help Snape in convincing Voldemort. Once the ritual is done and the effect is primed, we’ll have to send Snape a coded post telling both the plan and the activation of the delayed ritual.” Harry felt an icy lump drop in the pit of his stomach as Hermione began drawing runes in chalk on the floor. He gulped in dread at the thought of his looming task. The three-Hermiones from the night before had done a wonderful job of distracting him from his destiny (and just as importantly from the mental images of what Courtney was doing to Draco with a polyjuiced copy of ‘Harry, Jr.’ at that time). But now Hermione was getting ready to use the container of sexual energy to perform the special ritual – the one designed to induce Voldemort to be more viable and accepting of a suggestion, thereby entering their trap – the terrifying knowledge of the dire predicament Harry faced returned in full force. In a scant few days, Harry would have to face off against Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the age. SoG SoG SoG The following Wednesday, shortly after supper, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna were enjoying each other’s company in the Head Boy and Girl’s Chambers. The young wizards were playing a less than quiet game of Exploding Snap, while the witches were discussing potential rituals for future volumes of /Books of Love Magic/. “I thought up a delicious new one last night. It’s not a ritual per se, but I think it will be very well received regardless,” Luna announced. “I call it ‘Dramamine for Magical Folk.’ You know how some people absolutely loathe traveling by Floo, Portkey or Apparation? Well, I thought of something that will help ease their minds: oral sex. They get fellatio or cunnilingus right before they travel!” Harry pondered over Luna’s idea. He counted himself as one of the people who did not like traveling through magical means: the spinning of Floo, the hook and tug of Portkey, and the squeezing through a rubber hose of Apparation always made him queasy… and fall down. He reckoned receiving a blow-job right before he used any of these methods would in fact ease his mind. He realized that it wouldn’t prevent him from falling down; he just wouldn’t care if he did. Blow-jobs had that effect on a bloke. “Sounds like a good idea,” he said while Ron nodded his head in approval. “The only reason you it is like because you’d agree to anything if it meant you got more blow-jobs,” Hermione said with a snort. After a moment of contemplation, the raven-haired wizard replied;“Yeah, I would.” Ron nodded his head in agreement, again. The brunette mused for a moment before saying, “Perhaps we could have a section in the next book on various non-magical acts.” She chewed her lip, clearly deep in thought, before adding, “Thinking along the lines of Luna’s suggestion, maybe for long distance Floo travel, a couple could perform oral sex during their extended trip.” “And we could call it ‘/Floo Head,’”/suggested Harry. “That’s the spirit!” cheered Luna as Harry’s mind wandered to the glorious image of Hermione on her knees before him as the two spun from one fireplace to another just as his lover had described. Returning to the subject of actual rituals, Hermione said “I came up with a new ritual last night. It’s an Anti-Fire Ward.” “Didn’t we make one for the last book?” asked Ron. “Yes, but you can never be too safe when it comes to fire danger,” Hermione replied. “Like the previous Anti-Fire Ward, this one will protect the home from fire, whether caused by nature, accident or attack. But, unlike the first ward, this one needs to be performed by two couples.” “/A foursome!/ Oh, Hermione, I thought you’d never agree!” Luna said exuberantly. She clapped her hands rhythmically, chanting, “Partner swap! We finally get to partner swap! Harry, get over here right now and give me some of that Parsletongue love!” Hermione blanched. Harry suppressed a chuckle over his girlfriend’s reaction – she wasn’t upset over the notion that Luna had just made overt sexual advances on her boyfriend, but rather if they were to partner swap, then she would have to be with Ron. And the mere thought of being intimate with the orangutan-like wizard made the brunette queasy. “No, no, no, no, /Good Heavens, no/,” Hermione said rapidly, keeping her line of sight as far away from Ron as possible. “The ritual I created requires that Harry paddle me while I’m gagged with a red-rubber ball and tied up with red scarves, while you sit on a chair nearby and Ron masturbates into your hair.” “Oh, poo,” moaned Luna. “I really want a foursome.” “That’s not going to happen. /Ever/,” Hermione said, evenly. “The red of the ball-gag and scarves represent fire. Harry’s paddle represents a punishment of that fire. And Ron’s semen will represent a liquid based fire-retardant,” explained Hermione. “Once I orgasm, the ward will activate and the home will be protected from fire.” “What would I do during this ritual?” asked Luna. “You don’t have to do a thing. You just sit there while Ron wanks himself in your hair,” replied Hermione. “That’s rather dull isn’t it? Can’t Igive him head or lend a hand in his wanking?” “No, I’m sorry. According to my calculations, Ron must be the only one to touch himself for this ritual to work properly.” “Curses,” Luna pouted. “Maybe we can change it so Ron doesn’t have to wank in your hair?” offered Harry. “No, that’s not the problem. I don’t mind my Ronald masturbating on me – he does it all the time and I’ve grown quite fond of it. But if I am just to sit there, I wouldn’t feel that I’m participating in the ritual. No different than a Brooding Craft Snark so to speak. And as everyone knows; a Brooding Craft Snark does absolutely nothing.” “Can she read something?” Harry asked Hermione. “Would that affect the ritual?” “Oh, that’s brilliant Harry! I can read German poetry aloud while Ronald masturbates into my hair!” cheered Luna. “You know German?” he asked. “Not a lick,” Luna said, still jubilant over the notion. “I just like how the guttural sound of the language makes my throat and tongue tickle.” Just then, a large owl with shinny, gleaming silver wings flew in through the open window. “What a beautiful owl,” Hermione said, eyeing the now-perched bird. “It’s called a Segue Owl,” informed Luna. “/Segue/? Why is it called that?” “I don’t know,” the blonde replied dreamily. “But it’s got a post attached to its leg.” “It must be Snape’s reply!” Harry said, quickly picking up on the new subject. Dashing up to the exotic bird, Harry untied the post attached to its leg. After delivering the message, the silver owl flapped its wings and flew back out the window. “Let me decode it,” Hermione said. Several minutes later, the brunette read the decrypted post aloud. “‘Even though I believe your plan to be flawed and recklessly dangerous, it remains, unfortunately, the best chance at defeating the Dark Lord. I have used my superior logic and cunning to convince the Dark Lord to attack Hogwarts by entering through the Chamber of Secrets as you suggested. My skilful approach was able to persuade the Dark Lord that this was his opportune means to devastate the wizarding population and to get rid of Potter, whom for some reason He views as a threat. “‘The Dark Lord was uncharacteristically keen – I might even argue that he was exuberant – over my persuasive urgings of the notion of attacking the castle. Personally, I think that the Dark Lord’s excessive reaction to my subtle skill is that He is still despondent over his loss of Bellatrix to her current insensate state. However, I did follow your inane instructions in that prior to approaching the Dark Lord, I did the proscribed insipid wand waving and intonation. But the truth of the matter is that my methods are what worked here. Not some schoolgirl’s imaginary ritual.’ “My ritual worked! It helped Snape convince Voldemort,” cheered Hermione before she read the conclusion of Snape’s post. “‘Unfortunately, the Dark Lord is so excited over the plan that He has decided to launch the attack against the castle as soon as possible. He, along with myself and his remaining handful of minions, will Portkey into the Chamber of Secrets Thursday night shortly after Ten PM.’” “Thursday!” exclaimed Ron. “But that’s tomorrow! He can’t attack tomorrow! That’s too bloody soon!” “Doesn’t matter, we’ll have to deal with it,” Harry said, dismissing the dread that gnawed at his belly like a pack of rats on a piece of moldy cheese. “I’ll talk to the House-Elves so that they can start evacuating people right away,” said Hermione. “No, we should wait as long as possible – perhaps after supper tomorrow,” he said. “If we start emptying the castle too soon, Voldemort will definitely hear about it and will scrub his plans to attack. We’ll have to do it late tomorrow evening, no earlier than eight, maybe even after nine or so. That way there’ll be less of a chance of Voldemort discovering that it’s a trap.” “What do we do until then?” asked Ron, nervously. “I dunno, try and relax,” Harry said, doubting that such a thing was possible. The gravity of his impending destiny lay on his mind like a heavy lead weight. Even the thought of relaxing in light of this seemed like an alien concept. “Let’s go back to our room, Ronald,” Luna said, taking her husband’s hand in hers. They left the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers without another word. “I think I’m going to get sick,” Harry announced. “It’s a good plan,” Hermione said, wrapping her arms around him. “It will work.” He could hear the warble in her voice and her fear was a palpable thing. It was clear that even though Hermione was confident, she was terrified of the pending showdown. Harry returned the embrace, silently telling his lover that he, too, was afraid. The two held onto each other, sharing in their fear in silence for a good long time. Needing to feel alive and loved, Harry took Hermione’s face into his hands and kissed her. A few moments later, the young lovers were in their bed. There was no kinkiness this night; no spankings, nor dirty talk, just love. They looked into each other’s eyes, deep down into their souls as they made love. All of their fear and doubt had washed away, at least for the time being, in the light of their feelings for one another. There was, of course, oral sex. Harry and Hermione had become masters at cunnilingus and fellatio, respectively, and to not use these skills would have been a crying shame. SoG SoG SoG Harry thought he was doing quite well. By the time supper had arrived the next night, he had vomited only three times. This was a point of pride for the young wizard; in a few short hours he was going to face-off against the most fear dark wizard of his time and to be physically ill three times showed just how truly brave the young wizard was. Of course his hands trembled like a leaf in a storm, but that was excusable. Oddly, even though Harry was the one destined to face-off against Voldemort, he was fairing better than his lover and friends. Hermione, Ron and Luna were complete wrecks. Hermione attempted to put up a brave face, but every half hour or so the thought of Harry confronting Voldemort would shattered her resolve and send the brunette witch into hysterical tears. Luna’s eyes were red from crying all day long whereas Ron was as white as a sheet. The red-head was so nervous that he had not eaten a bite all day long. And seeing how his stomach was a bottomless pit, this was very telling. After supper that night, Harry, Hermione, Luna and Ron waited in the Head Boy and Girl’s Chamber for the clock to reach nine, when they would start evacuating the castle. Harry went over the plan in his head and suddenly found a slight flaw. “Oh, /bugger/.” “What is it?” Hermione, who was as nervous as a long-tail kneazle in a room full of rocking chairs, asked. “We’re luring Voldemort into a trap in the Chamber,” Harry began as a chill descended upon his body. “What’s to stop him from escaping by Apparation or Portkey out of the Chamber before the trap is sprung?” “If Snape destroys You Know Who’s Portkey as planned and you destroy the Horcrux quickly, he won’t have time to create another Portkey,” offered Luna with a noticeable warble trying to take a small bit of confidence from the rock-solid plan. “And the school’s Anti-Apparation wards will stop them from Apparating,” Ron added just as nervously. “Oh, /bugger/,” cursed Hermione and her face fell. “The Anti-Apparation Ward was created in the mid-1800’s. When they set up these wards around the school, they didn’t know the location of the Chamber – they probably didn’t even believe it truly existed. The Ward doesn’t extend past the dungeons – it says so in /Hogwarts: a History/. That means they don’t cover the Chamber!” “That’s what I was worried about,” said Harry. “And knowing Voldemort, there’s a very good chance that he’ll probably have an extra Portkey hidden on his person just in case something goes wrong.” “Why didn’t I think of this before?” wailed Hermione. “Oh, I think I just peed myself,” mumbled Luna. The small bit of confidence she had shattered. “This isn’t good,” Ron said with a squeak. “Maybe… maybe we can erect Anti-Portkey and Anti-Apparation Wards before they get here?” Luna’s tone implied that she knew her logic was flawed but she was desperately attempting to salvage the plan. “If we do that, then they won’t be able to Portkey into the Chamber and the trap won’t work,” Hermione pointed out. “Maybe we could create the Anti-Portkey Ward after they show up,” suggested Ron, hoping to be helpful. “Then I won’t be able to escape!” Harry’s record of vomiting only three times was about to increase by one. Harry saw the tiny figure of Dobby shuffle out of the shadows. “Pardon Dobby, Harry Potter, sir, but’s perhaps Dobby can’s be helping.” “How much have you heard, Dobby?” asked Harry. “Enough’s to know you’s be wanting He Who Must Not Be Named to be coming into the Chamber of Secrets and you’s wants to be escaping from’s it buts you’s wants to keep He Who Must Not Be Named to be coming out’s.” “That’s pretty much the gist of it,” Harry said. “Dobby be knowing of a spells that the Ministree be using in Azkaban calling the Prison Ward. It’s be allowing people’s to enter by Apparation or’s Portkeys but they can’t be leaving if’s the ward doesn’t want’s them to. It only let’s one wizard or witch to be creating Portkeys that can leave’s through the Prison Ward. No one’s else’s Portkey will be working and they’s can’t be Apparating out either’s,” the House-Elf explained. “There’s a spell that can allow people to enter an area magically but won’t let them leave if they don’t have aPortkey that isn’t made by the one person the ward recognizes,” Hermione clarified excitedly. “That’s wonderful! Do you know how to cast it, Dobby?” “Normally’s, House-Elves not be knowing of such spelles, for House-Elves travel different from wizards and witches – we’s don’t be needing to know such things like the Prison Ward because wes House-Elves cans move through it likes other Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey wards,” Dobby explained. The House-Elf’s ears lowered and he wrung his hands guiltily before continuing. “But’s Dobby’s former bad Master, Lucy, made Dobby learns how to be casting the Prison Ward to keep Master Lucy’ special lady friend’s of the evening from escaping’s. Once Dobby be done casting the ward, Master Lucy be’s the only one’s making Portkeys so’s that Master Lucy’s special lady friend’s of the evening did’s their duty’s.” Dobby then added in an undertone, much like a child repeating a curse; “Mistress Narcy called Master Lucy’s special lady friend’s of the evening‘/nothing but dirty wars.’”/ “Dobby, can you cast this Prison Ward around the Chamber of Secrets and make it so that I’m the only one able to create a working Portkey?” asked Harry. Dobby ears perked up and he nodded his head vigorously. The thought of aiding the Great Harry Potter sent the House-Elf to the heights of ecstasy. With tears of joy bubbling up in his eyes, he choked out; “Dobby thinks Dobby just peed himself.” “It does have a nice warming effect, don’t you think?” Luna asked in her usual detached fashion. ”Dobby will cast the Prison Ward on the Chamber once Dobby changes Dobby’s trousers!” The House-Elf vanished with a pop. Harry announced, “All right then, lets get this over with. You three go talk with the other House-Elves so they can get everyone out of the castle. I’ll go talk to McGonagall; as Headmistress, she deserves to know what’s going to happen.” Harry marched out of his chambers and toward the Headmistress’ office. Being Head Boy, Harry knew the password, allowing him entrance passed the stone gargoyle. He knocked on McGonagall’s door and asked; “Professor, can I have a word with you?” “Certainly, Mr. Potter. Come in,” she replied. When he entered, the witch inquired, “What is it that you’d like to discuss?’ Eyeing the portraits of the former Headmasters and Mistresses suspiciously, Harry said, “Could you order the portraits not to tell anyone – anyone at all – what I’m about to tell you?” Clearly sensing his serious tone, McGonagall said to the paintings;“As current Headmistress of Hogwarts, I order that none of you shall, for any reason, speak a word of what will be said between me and Harry Potter until I release you from this command. Is that understood?” All but Phineas Nigellus immediately voiced their vehement agreement. Sirius’ ancestor did agree not to repeat anything he heard, however his tone clearly told Harry that he was annoyed and put out by this order. Pacing back and forth before McGonagall’s desk, Harry told her everything. He started out by telling her of the prophesy made before he was born that linked his and Voldemort’s destinies, and how that he was their only hope of defeating the evil wizard. He informed the Headmistress of Voldemort’s Horcruxes and the search and destruction of them. Harry finished by telling her that he had a plan that would not only destroy the last Horcrux but also defeat Voldemort without even dueling the most feared wizard of his time. The Headmistress sat in stunned silence for nearly a full minute until she finally asked, “Couldn’t you create a magical brace, or even another column to replace the one you have to destroy in order to save the school?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I really, /really/don’t want to duel Voldemort,” admitted Harry. “Even though I’m strong because of power rituals, Voldemort’s still has decades more experience over me. He knows, and can do, things I can’t even imagine. If I duel him, I’m a dead man. And since, according to the prophesy, I’m the only person who has any chance of defeating him – if I die, no one can stop him. “I love this school, it’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a home,” he explained. “But Voldemort is too much of a threat. Who knows how many people he will hurt and kill if he lives? If I can end Voldemort, I can save lives. But there’s no way I can beat him in a one-on-one fight – I’d be killed in seconds. If I destroy the Chamber of Secrets with him in it, then I’ll have ended his threat and saved countless lives. The only chance I have against him, the only chance anyone has, is if I destroy the school.” McGonagall worried her lip, clearly weighing the school against saving lives. Obviously, the castle lost this debate. “Once Voldemort is gone, we’ll have to rebuild the castle.” “Of course, ma’am.” A soft pop announced Winky’s, the House-Elf, arrival in the Headmistress’ office. “It be time for Winky to be taking Heady Mack-gone-all to secret hiding place.” “What? Now?” she asked stunned. “It’s happening tonight?” “Sorry, I forgot to mention that,” muttered Harry guiltily. “Can I at least walk the halls one last time before everything is destroyed?” requested the Headmistress. “No’s, the Chosen One be wanting everybodies not One of the Mark outs of the castle right now,” Winky said, bolstered by her duty to Hermione. Before McGonagall could utter another word of protest, the House-Elf took her hand and the two disappeared with a pop. Ignoring the trembling in his knees, Harry made his way to Moaning Myrtle’s loo. Besides his shaking knees, Harry paid no attention to the little nagging voice in his head that informed him that the only person to fight Voldemort and survive in a real duel was Dumbledore. The voice continued by pointing out that the times Harry had faced Voldemort, he had escaped by sheer luck or chance. ‘/It’s a good plan,’/ he told himself, hoping to drown out the nagging voice in his head. ‘If I stick to the plan, then I won’t have to fight an incredibly skilled and sadistic dueler who can kill me with two words.’ “What are you doing here?” he asked when he found Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dobby waiting for him outside the second story bathroom. “I told the House-Elves to keep everyone in the cave and not to let anyone leave or send a message until after the castle falls, just in case any of them try and warn Voldemort or his followers,” Hermione, who had given up all pretense of hiding her fear, said. Tears were flowing freely down her sickly pale cheeks. The terrified warble in her voice reminded Harry of a sound that some kind of exotic bird living in the Rainforest might make. “That’s all well and good, but it doesn’t explain why you’re here,” he repeated. “All of you should be in that cave along with everybody else.” “We’re here to help you out,” Ron said. Like Hermione, Ron’s voice trembled and wavered, making him sound like an adolescent. “No, you /are not/,” he said firmly. “Harry, you need all the hel—” Hermione began to protest. “No, I need you as far away from this as possible,” he interrupted. “I cannot do this if I’m worried that you, any of you, might get caught in the crossfire.” “But Har—” began Ron. “/But/ nothing. I have to get Snape out of there and I can’t worry about you at the same time!” The tone of Harry’s voice told everyone that his decision was final. “Fine then, we’ll wait for you outside Hagrid’s hut,” Hermione said. Like Harry, the tone of her voice told everyone this was not a point to contest. “All right then, let’s get this over with,” Harry said. He marched up to Hermione and crushed his lips to hers. He took as much comfort and courage from that kiss as he could. “Come back to me,” she said when the kiss ended. Her eyes were shimmering with tears, fear, and hope. “I will,” he said, hoping that fate would not make a liar out of him. “Good luck,” said Ron, giving Harry a pat on the back. “I’ll see you soon, Harry,” Luna said and kissed him on the cheek. “Is the Prison Ward up?” he asked Dobby. “Yes, Harry Potter, sir.” Dobby, who, like Hermione, was crying openly, wailed “Please, lets Dobby stay by yours side, Harry Potter, sir. Please. Dobby cans help Harry Potter.” “No Dobby, I need you to keep an eye on my friends,” Harry said. “Make sure they stay safe for me.” With his lip quivering, the House-Elf replied “Yes, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby wills make sure.” Before stepping into the loo, Harry gave Hermione one last look and a lopsided smile, hoping to show her that he was brave and confident so she wouldn’t have to worry so much. The moment the door closed and he was out of sight of his lover and friends, Harry let the facade drop. His face and shoulders fell and he leaned against the door. This was it: in a few moments’ time, Harry would open the entrance to the Chamber, slide down the tube, and face his destiny. ‘/Stick to the plan,’/ he repeated to himself. As he slowly walked to the faucet, those four words became a mantra. ‘/Stick to the plan.’/ The scenario played out in his head – Harry would make a Portkey, Voldemort and his minions would show up, Snape would run to Harry while Harry swung the Sword of Gryffindor at the pillar Horcrux, and then, as the roof collapsed, Harry and Snape would be whisked to safety via the Portkey. Simple and easy and difficult to muck up, the way all plans should be. ‘/Stick to the Plan.’/ He bent over the basin and spoke the word “/open/” in Parsletongue. The sink shrank away and a large hole appeared in the wall. Just before he stepped into the tube, Harry screwed up his courage. After sliding down the tube, Harry made his way to the main chamber. He was so afraid that his hands were like ice. He began to worry if this impediment would hamper his ability to hold onto the Sword much less swing it at the column properly. Upon entering the main, cavernous chamber, Harry eyed the Horcrux column and gulped down the burning bile that had been creeping up his throat. ‘/Stick to the plan.’/ He glanced at his watch. Nine forty-three. He had at least fifteen minutes before Voldemort and his minions were scheduled to arrive. Taking another deep breath, Harry conjured a long branch – slightly over four feet – leaned it against the Horcrux column, tapped it with his wand and incanted “/Portus./” He wanted the Portkey as close as possible – he didn’t want to have to dive for it while the roof fell on top of his head. Now, he waited. Soon, he’d face Voldemort for the last time. One way or the other, it would be over tonight. If everything went according to plan, Harry and Snape would be safe and away while the so-called Dark Lord was crushed beneath tons of falling rock. He paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together, hoping to chase away the chill that had settled in them. His mind wandered to Hermione and his friends. Surely they had gotten out of the castle and to Hagrid’s hut by now. The very first thing he planned on doing after this was all over was to run up to Hermione, take her in his arms and lavish her with kisses. That is, if every thing went according to planned and he got out of the Chamber alive. Taking a calming breath, Harry repeated his mantra – this time aloud. “Stick to the plan.” Despite his confidence in the plan, his hands were still cold, bile still marched up his throat and his belly had clenched up into a tight little ball. Checking the time again, Harry’s stomach tightened even more. It was nine forty-six. Only three minutes had passed. “This is going to be the longest quarter hour of my life,” he mumbled to himself. He just hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Harry pulled out the Sword out of his robes. The heavy weight in his hands helped calm his nerves somewhat. The plan was sound. One swing of the Sword and it would be finished. The minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow rate. At one point Harry had wondered if his watch had stopped working. But it was just his anxiety that made time seem to slow down. Then, with a series of loud whooshing sounds, over a dozen people appeared in the Chamber before Harry. At the front of this group was none other than Voldemort himself, flanked by Wormtail to his right and Snape to his left. Each of the new comers had a hold of a long length of rope, obviously the Portkey that had brought them here. “Potter, what are you doing here?” demanded Voldemort. He was by no means stupid – Harry’s presence was not a coincidence. And he was smart enough to spot a trap when he saw one. The villain quickly reached into his robes to draw his wand. Harry looked at Snape and shouted “/NOW!”/ Not knowing of the new Prison Ward prohibiting any Portkey besides Harry’s from working, Snape stuck to his part of the plan. The Potions Master tapped his wand to the rope-Portkey and it flashed in flames, destroying it, before lunging forward while Harry swung the Sword with all of his might. Harry felt the blade slice through the stone of the column like a knife through butter, destroying the final Horcrux. Now that the main support column had been demolished, the whole chamber began to tremble instantly. As planned, Snape wrapped his hand around Harry’s arm as the young wizard pivoted to face the Portkey. Harry reached out… “/CONFRINGO!”/ a cold, high voice shouted. One word and one phrase made up of a contraction and another word sprang up in Harry’s head. They were “/Bollocks/” and “/I’m screwed/.” The reason for this was that Voldemort had cast a Blasting Curse with the special Portkey as its target – that or he had aimed directly at either Snape or Harry and the trembling, shaking ground had thrown off his aim. Either way, the curse had turned Harry’s only means of escape into a shower of splinters. There was no time to create another Portkey – the whole castle would collapse and crush him in the time it would take to conjure a new item, enchant it into a Portkey, and then activate it. Harry and Snape were stuck. Massive chunks of the walls and ceiling started to break free and fall. Many Death Eaters scrambled, vainly trying to find cover. One Death Eater’s scream had been cut short when one bolder crushed him, turning him into a sticky jam. As the chamber collapsed around him, Harry took a small bit of solace in the knowledge that at least he had succeeded in ridding the world of Voldemort. A tugging sensation on the hem of his robes drew Harry’s attention. He looked down into the bright green, tennis ball sized eyes of Dobby. A triumphant smile stretched across Harry’s face. The Prison Ward did not affect House-Elf transportation. Dobby must’ve transported into the Chamber when Harry and Snape did not show up outside Hagrid’s hut once the castle began to fall. After taking Dobby’s hand in his, Harry glanced back at Voldemort. The fiend was reaching out to grab Wormtail’s silver hand. The next thing Harry knew, he, Snape and Dobby were standing just outside Hagrid’s hut. There was no unpleasant squeezing as in Apparation, no mad spinning as there was in Floo travel, and there was no uncomfortable hook behind the navel and tugging as there was in Portkey travel. One moment, he was in the crumbling Chamber, and the next, he was standing in a grassy field. “Wow, elf transport is a whole lot more enjoyable than any other magical transportation,” he said to himself. Remembering his vow to take Hermione in his arms, Harry spun around in order to find the witch he loved. As he turned, his eyes quickly surveyed the devastation caused by the falling of the castle. Centuries of dust had been thrown up into the air due to the ancient building’s collapse; this created a dense cloud that covered the ground and reach upwards, hundreds of feet. Even though he couldn’t see a thing, Harry assumed that the Astronomy Tower would have fallen by this time, and that the walls of the castle had begun their inevitable structural failure. Ignoring the castle and its fate, Harry continued to turn until he found the woman he loved. Tears of joy cascaded down her cheeks and he couldn’t wait to kiss them away. He had barely taken two steps when the joy in Hermione’s eyes drained in an instant, replaced by panic. Ron and Luna, who were standing on either side of the brunette witch, pointed over Harry’s shoulder with trembling hands. Harry turned to face where his friends were pointing and his stomach fell. There, standing with his black robes billowing in the wind, with the cloud of the collapsing castle behind him, holding Wormtail’s disembodied silver hand was Lord Voldemort. “I always have an escape plan, Potter,” Lord Voldemort said, with hate bubbling up in his cold voice. “Did you honestly think I’d give one of my lowly followers such a precious gift without ulterior motives?” He held up the metallic limb, clearly taking pride over his cunning. “It’s an emergency-transporter of my own design – it can mimic and follow the last form of any magical travel used within a twenty foot radius – and unlike most wizards, I am powerful enough to mimic even House-Elf magic. When I created my wondrous device in this specific form to quiet that sniveling pillock, Wormtail, I knew that it might come in ‘/handy’/ one day.” The fiend giggled at his own poor pun. “Now it’s time to deal with the traitor.” This was the only warning anyone got before Voldemort began firing curses. Snape grunted in pain as a massive gash was cut into him. The greasy haired wizard began to pitch forward, a fountain of blood and gore spraying from his side, just below his ribs. Harry dove at Snape. A yellow bolt of magic rocketed by Harry, missing him by fractions of an inch, as he grabbed Snape by the shoulders. “RUN!” shouted Harry to his friends. “GET BEHIND THE TREES!” While dragging Snape behind him, Harry bolted to the tree line a few feet away, bobbing and weaving as best as he could in order to dodge Voldemort’s attacks. Unburdened, Harry’s friends reached the trees a few seconds before he did. Hermione and Luna jumped behind the trunk of a massive oak while Ron and Dobby took shelter behind another. Grunting, Harry jumped and landed with a thud just as a curse blew a chunk out of a tree next to him. As Voldemort continued to fire off a rapid series of deadly hexes, he mocked; “You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Harry. After I kill you and your friends, I’ll rebuild my army and I will destroy everything you care about, boy.” Snape coughed. Dark red blood spewed from his mouth, spattering his lips and chin. One look told Harry that his former professor did not have much time life. The older wizard let out a shuttering breath and his eyes closed. Harry held the dying Potions Master in his arms. This was a difficult, messy task – not because of the wizard’s lifeblood flowing from his gaping wound that soiled Harry robes, rather the young wizard didn’t want Snape’s greasy hair to touch him. Harry knew that blood could come out of his clothing, but he doubted that whatever the substance in Snape's hair could ever be completely cleaned. As he awkwardly cradled Snape, Harry wondered what he should say to the wizard. Should he forgive the man for all of his misdeeds, for all the wrongs he had committed against Harry? An explosion shook the tree behind Harry. He could see Hermione and Luna a few feet away, holding onto one another in fear and support. Suddenly, Snape’s eyes snapped opened. Looking up at the boy he had persecuted for so long, Snape muttered; “I regret joining the Death Eaters.” A shuttering, rattling breath escaped his lungs. “I regret all the harm I caused through my deeds and actions. But most of all Potter, I regret not getting the chance to-” another spasming breath, “...wank to your mother’s memory just one last time.” As his mother’s stalker’s eye fluttered closed, Harry resisted the urge to drop the dying prick to the ground. Harry was, after all, the hero and heroes do not do such things – even to hated ponces who wanked over the memory of said hero’s mum. Then Snape’s eyes shot open one last time. He looked deeply into Harry’s brilliant green eyes and spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Potter, grant me this, my dying wish: pretend to be Lily, you have her eyes after all… and you can use my blood to dye your hair red like hers… and then… touch…m—” Thankfully, the fates interceded and took Snape to the Next Great Adventure before he could give voice to complete his final request. Of course, Harry had wished that they had taken the arsehole a few moments before, that way the young wizard would not have been scarred by what he had been asked to do. “I know this is wrong of me to say, but God I hated that prick,” Harry said, letting the still warm corpse slide to the ground with less dignity than a hero of his stature should have. “Well, at least he was in so much denial that he couldn’t see that he was truly attracted to your father and not your mother, as proof of his Patronus,” Hermione said from her nearby cover, having the misfortune to have overheard Snape’s dying words. “Otherwise, his last request could have been significantly more awkward.” Another blast from Voldemort shattered a tree trunk no more than five feet away from Harry. It was obvious that the villain was toying with his prey. “Yeah, that greasy bastard’s death was tragic and all, but what the bloody hell are we going to do now?” Ron demanded frantically. “Let’s make another Portkey and escape!” offered Luna, her eyes even wider than normal. “No, we don’t know if Voldemort could use Wormtail’s hand to follow us again,” Hermione said. “Besides, it has to end now,” Harry said. He stood and squared his shoulders, ready to face his destiny. He took one step from behind the tree with his wand already raised and prepared to fire a curse when the ground a foot in front of his feet exploded. The concussion of the blast threw Harry back, slamming him against another tree. With his head still spinning from the blow, he overheard Ron exclaim;“What about Harry’s power boosts? He could just lean around the tree and blast You Know Who to kingdom come.” “Dear, you’re forgetting that You Know Who’s has gone through his own power boosting rituals. And he’s got decades worth of fighting experience over Harry!” explained Luna. “Even if Harry had more power than him, You Know Who would still have enough skill to easily block and counter anything Harry threw at him!” Voldemort, still launching Blasting Hexes at Harry and his friends in a sadistically playful manner, called out “I don’t know how you found out about my Horcrux, but you’ve lost, Harry. You have only destroyed one of my Horcruxes! I have four more hidden where you’ll never find them!” He added bitterly, “I’d have five if Lucius wasn’t an idiot and lost my diary.” Harry quickly gestured to his friends to remain silent. He feared that if one of them let slip that they had in fact destroyed all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, the dark wizard, who was terrified of his own mortality, would retreat and this opportunity to end Voldemort’s reign of death and terror would be lost. Suddenly, Harry saw something spark in Hermione’s eyes. She locked eyes with him and said, “Harry, I’m pregnant.” The young wizard looked at the witch he loved. Her eyes were full of dread, worry, doubt and something that made Harry believe she had done something terribly, terribly wrong. He assumed that she had forgotten to recast her Anti-Conception Charm and this was the cause for this odd expression. “I’m pregnant, Harry,” she repeated with the same look of worry, dread and odd guilt. “What? Do you expect some sort of congratulations from us?” Ron asked, piercingly. “Congratulations, Hermione,” Luna said earnestly. “I hope we live through this so I can throw you a baby shower.” The world faded away for Harry. His mind left Voldemort and the destruction around him and entered a world where Hermione was expecting. In his mind’s eye, Harry saw Hermione a few months from now, her belly large and round. He had his hands on her stomach, feeling the baby kick and move inside her womb. His mind flashed forward and he imagined holding his and Hermione’s baby a few moments after he or she was born. His mind raced, coming up with possible names for his child. Another explosion rocked the ground and violently drew Harry out of his daydream. He looked at Hermione. He had to stop Voldemort. Harry had to do it, for his family – for his and Hermione’s unborn child. As Harry stood, he focused on his love for Hermione and their child. A powerful golden light once again emanated from his body. Shimmering rays floated from his body and coiled and undulated like tendrils. “Not this again. Not the pure love thing,” moaned Ron. “It makes me feel funny! And I really don’t think now is a time to feel funny!” “Now’s the perfect time,” Harry said, stepping out from behind the trees. With the thought of his future family warming his heart and soul, Harry drew up his wand. “What’s this?” asked Voldemort, confused by the strange golden glow surrounding Harry. The knowledge that his child was growing in Hermione’s womb had allowed Harry to tap fully into his love core – more so than ever before. This incredible power coursed through him, making his body burn. He could feel his feet hovering an inch above the ground as he slowly walked toward his target. Overcoming his confusion, Voldemort launched a lethal cutting curse directly at Harry’s throat. The silver crescent of magic soared through the air and struck the glow encapsulating Harry with a reverberating clang. The curse shattered like crystal, leaving the young wizard unscathed. Voldemort’s red eyes burned with hatred. He raised his wand and his mouth opened, ready to spit out another incantation. Before any sound could leave his lips, one of the golden tendrils that extended from the glow surrounding Harry lashed out, slashing Voldemort across the hand. The villain cried out and recoiled. A dark burn mark smoldered where the tendril had touched his skin. Clutching his burnt hand to his chest, Voldemort hissed “I took your blood! The cursed blood protection shouldn’t harm me anymore!” “That’s not the blood protection, that’s the power of love,” Harry said. Harry heard his best mate gripe, “If I wasn’t scared shiteless right now, I’d think that was the lamest thing I’ve ever heard one bloke say to another.” Harry eyed the damage to Voldemort’s hand. The pure power that emanated from his body hurt Voldemort. It was feasible that he could actually kill Voldemort with it. He just needed to focus the power somehow. A spell, perhaps, that would concentrate the pure love Harry felt and launched it at Voldemort. Harry smiled. He already knew a spell that concentrated pure emotions: the Patronus Charm. The Patronus was powered by pure happiness. If he could focus the love he felt into the charm, he could direct it at Voldemort. Hermione had actually theorized that he could use a Patronus as a weapon against Voldemort a few weeks previously. Of course, Ron had also theorized at the same time that Harry could defeat Voldemort with an Expelliarmus Charm, but Harry thought that Hermione’s theory had the support of logic and intelligence behind it. With the image of him sitting on a bed next to Hermione as he held their newborn baby, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort and shouted,“/EXPECTO PATRONUM!”/ His wand jerked in recoil as a giant, glimmering stag leapt from the tip of the weapon. It was larger and more brilliant than any Patronus Harry had ever conjured before. He could feel the pure love super-charge the energy in the stag. The magical animal’s hooves pounded silently on the ground as it charged, full-bore, at Voldemort. It lowered its head, pointing its sharp antlers at the fiend’s chest, and crashed into the snake-like wizard. The moment the stag struck Voldemort, the Patronus exploded and engulfed the dark wizard in flames. Voldemort reared his head back and screamed in utter agony. The flames swallowed him – the power of love literally burned the man who knew nothing but hate. Through the flames, Harry saw Voldemort’s flesh blacken and large chunks fall to the earth where they burned to ash. He also saw pure hate and anger in his foe’s red-eyes. Knowing this may be his final act, Voldemort focused all of his rage and hate on Harry. He leveled his wand at the black-haired wizard and screamed “/AVADA KEDAVRA!”/ Just as the Patronus was the embodiment of pure joy, the Killing Curse was pure hate – to cast it properly, someone had to hate their target enough to kill them. And, just as Harry’s power sprang forth from his love, Voldemort’s came from hatred, giving the fiend a true knack for the Unforgivable. The green bolt blazed through the air, rocketing at Harry. It moved so rapidly, the young wizard did not have time to react. The dreaded curse hit its target. But, just as his mother’s pure love had shielded him from the Killing Curse when he was a toddler, the pure love that surrounded Harry right now had the same effect. Whereas Lily had sacrificed herself out of love and thereby shielded her son, Harry’s shield was powered by the thought of his family – Hermione and their child – and had the same power as Lily’s sacrifice. The green beam of magic struck the golden shield and rebounded upon its caster, just as it had over fifteen years before. The power of the rebounded Killing Curse combined with the magical fire which had engulfed him turned Voldemort into a pile of soot in an instant. Harry stared at the smoldering pile of ashes that used to be the monster who murdered his family and hunted him his whole life. As he watched the smoke rise up into the air, Harry realized that this pile that used to be Voldemort had done far more than kill his family – he had terrorized an entire society for a generation. He had murdered, tortured and maimed countless people. And now he was gone. He wouldn’t be coming back like he had done previously. Voldemort was truly and completely dead this time, thanks to Harry’s success in finding and destroying all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. Harry continued to stare at the ashes for a full minute, letting the awe of his victory wash over him, before shouting “I WON! I BLOODY EFFING WON!” Hermione was the first to rush out from her protective cover. She leapt at Harry and threw her arms around his neck, sobbing in joy that he lover was alive. Ron, Luna and Dobby quickly joined the embrace with the red-head shouting “You did it! You bloody did it!” over and over. Suddenly, every single member of the Order of the Phoenix appeared around Harry and his friends, each one holding onto various objects that had obviously been turned into Portkeys. McGonagall rushed forward and said “The moment Hogwarts fell, the House-Elves let us go and I Apparated to Grimmauld Place and activated the emergency beacon!” “We all popped over and Minerva told us what was going on. We got here as quickly as we could,” added Tonks. “Where are they?” demanded Mad-Eye Moody, ready – and eager – to hex someone. “Where are the Death Eaters and You Know Who?” Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dobby looked to Harry. Each one assumed that since Harry was the hero of the hour, it was his right to tell everyone of the defeat of the most feared wizard of their time. With a joyous smile splitting his face cleanly in two, Harry cried out “I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!” Hermione let go of Harry and instantly began wringing her hands. Harry was too delirious over the joy he felt to notice this small, but guilty action. “Really? That’s fantastic!” Arthur Weasley said with naked excitement. “Oh, what wonderful news!” added Molly Weasley, looking at Hermione questioningly. “Yeah, yeah, congratulations,” Moody said dismissively. “Now where’s the Death Eater Scum?” The old Auror was clearly aching to hex someone. “They’re all dead!” announced Ron. “What about Voldemort?” asked Remus Lupin. “Erm, you’re stepping in him, Professor Lupin,” Luna replied, pointing at the pile of soot and ash around Remus’ feet. “It’s over?” Tonks asked. “He’s finally dead?” “Yeah, and he’s not coming back this time!” cheered Ron. “This calls for a celebration!” cried Kingsley Shacklebolt. “I’m going to be a dad!” repeated Harry. This news was obviously far more important to him than Voldemort’s defeat. “I think this calls for a double celebration!” Arthur said, bristling with pride. “For the defeat of You Know Who, and to celebrate Harry and Hermione’s joyous news!” Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek while Hermione began to chew on her lower lip almost frantically. “Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks and break open a case of Fire-Whiskey!” announced Remus as he gave Harry a congratulatory pat on the back. “So Harry, who’s going to be the godfather of your baby?” he asked, hoping to be the one the young wizard had in mind. “Not gonna happen, Remus, that job’s going to his best mate, yours truly,” Ron said, thumbing himself in the chest as nearly everyone standing outside Hagrid’s hut began making their way to the School’s gates. “I can’ wait till I get to take yer kid on his firs’ year boat ride ta the castle,” Hagrid said to Harry with happy tears flowing freely. “’Course we’ll have ta rebuild tha’ castle.” Harry let his friends congratulate him and offer name suggestions for his baby as they walked out of the gates and down into the streets of Hogsmede. Meanwhile… Just outside Hagrid’s hut, Hermione stood, wringing her hands and worrying her lip madly. She stared, wide-eyed, at some unknown point far off in the distance. The only other people with her, Molly Weasley and Tonks, stood a few feet away from the distraught witch, conferring beneath their breath to one another. After a moment of discussion, Molly jotted anote down on a piece of parchment. Then the two walked up to the brunette witch. “Hermione dear, do you have something to tell us?” asked Molly. “I’m a horrible, horrible person,” Hermione wailed. “You’re not horrible,” Tonks consoled her. “But I lied to Harry. I lied to him in the most horrific way!” Even though Hermione had lied to Harry in order for him to fully access his power to defeat Voldemort, she felt as if she was lower than the lowest animal. “It doesn’t have to be a lie,” offered Molly. “Just a delay in the truth,” added Tonks. “What do you mean?” “Here,” Molly said, handing Hermione the note. “The first is a spell that cancels out all anti-conception charms. The other is a charm that will help you ovulate.” “Mind you it’s not as good as the Prewitt Ritual you and Harry accidentally tricked me and Remus into performing,” Tonks commented, “but I think Harry might get a little suspicious if you pop the baby out in a couple of weeks like I did.” “Now, you perform these two charms and ride Harry like a pony,” Molly said with a smile. Both Tonks and Hermione looked at the Weasley matron in surprise. “Oh please, you don’t get to have seven children by being chaste. “As I was saying, you have your way with Harry – which I’m sure he won’t mind in the slightest – every day and night until you change that lie into a ‘/delayed truth,’/as Tonks called it,” concluded Molly “Basically, shag him until you really do get knocked up,” clarified Tonks. “Nymphadora Tonks,” Molly said, scathingly. “What? You used the term ‘ride Harry like apony’ and you’re mad at me?” defended Tonks. “I’m upset that you used such a foul word,” the red-head said. She smiled at Hermione and added with a happy lilt, “Didn’t you know it’s improper to curse in front of a mother-to-be?’ Hermione looked at the charms Molly and Tonks had given her before saying, “Or at least a mother-to-be-/shortly/.” To Be Concluded…
Title: 35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Epilogue: or “Nineteen years Lat—err... I mean /Fifteen/...” Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing (et al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made. 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! Epilogue: Look everybody! It’s an epilogue! Nineteen Years Later... Wait... what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,”“ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.” Who am I to go against convention? /Fifteen/ years later... No matter how many times Harry saw the “/new/” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle. It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not/exactly/. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet/pleasing/ curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “/crown/” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “/The Little Mermaid.”/ The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison. Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed/. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and /throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower. Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a“/punishment/” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played. Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck. “Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “/Risqu?aid/” was one of her most favorite games after-all. As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “/Mona Puckle”/ and sixth month pregnant(with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners. “It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS. “Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.” “I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included. The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a“/Stay-at-Home-Dad”/ while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “/Chosen One”/by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years. Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward. “’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions. Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head. “What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked. “Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem. “Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna. “Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?” Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?” “Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.” “And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione. “Yes,” he replied. Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity. Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said,“Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.” Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.” Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?” “Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly. “You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.” After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “/delay in the truth/.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After along, drawn out argument, and as a form of “/penance,”/Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “/delay in the truth/.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family. “What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented. “But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out. “That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.” “Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.” “So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.” “Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face. “I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna. “No,” Harry said, flatly. “To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was ajoke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.” “Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’or ‘/Snarky Schoolgirl’/?” asked Ron. “No, it was the ‘/Risqu?aid’ /this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘/The Lady and the Pauper’/scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’” “Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.” “And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer. “Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette's other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions. “Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said. “What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully. “We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous. “We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends. “Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron. “No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.” “That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.” As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw;“Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.” “Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly. “What is it dear?” asked Hermione. “Some damn insect just bit my scar.” The End Ending Notes: First and foremost, I’d like to thank my beta, Sasqch for his diligent work. I’d also like to thank Steven Moffat whose creation, “/Coupling,/” I pilfered many of my jokes from. Thanks to Joanne Rowling whose many contradictions, plot holes, dropped plot points, retroactive changes in regards to previously published books, and the blatant character assassinations(of both her creations and her fans) made “Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor” possible. More thanks go out to Ultimate Auror and Brainy Bird who helped with numerous ideas and suggestions. Most of all, many thanks to all who have read and reviewed. You guys rock.
Title: 35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor - Final Chapter Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Disclaimer: These stories are not mine all characters belong to JK Rowling. Nineteen Years Later... Wait... what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,” “ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.” Who am I to go against convention? Fifteen years later... No matter how many times Harry saw the “new” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle. It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not exactly. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet pleasing curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “crown” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “The Little Mermaid.” The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison. Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower. Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a “punishment” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played. Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck. “Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “Risqu?aid” was one of her most favorite games after-all. As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “Mona Puckle” and sixth month pregnant (with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners. “It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS. “Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.” “I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included. The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a “Stay-at-Home-Dad” while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “Chosen One” by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years. Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward. “’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions. Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head. “What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked. “Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem. “Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna. “Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?” Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?” “Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.” “And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione. “Yes,” he replied. Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity. Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said, “Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.” Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.” Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?” “Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly. “You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.” After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “delay in the truth.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After a long, drawn out argument, and as a form of “penance,” Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “delay in the truth.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family. “What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented. “But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out. “That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.” “Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.” “So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.” “Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face. “I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna. “No,” Harry said, flatly. “To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was a joke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.” “Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ or ‘Snarky Schoolgirl’?” asked Ron. “No, it was the ‘Risqu?aid’ this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’” “Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.” “And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer. “Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette's other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions. “Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said. “What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully. “We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous. “We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends. “Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron. “No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.” “That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.” As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw; “Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.” “Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly. “What is it dear?” asked Hermione. “Some damn insect just bit my scar.” The End
Title: 35 KISS OF BLISS 36 SOME COME Tags: True Story, Boy, First Time, Male/Female, Masturbation, Romance, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he's really dating mom! Content: [b]35 KISS OF BLISS Sean had talked to Maria’s mother, Sonya, to find out their taste in food. So they arrive at their house having a reservation at a restaurant. They had decided on casual dress but Jeff insisted on borrowing some of Sean’s cologne. Now he insists on going to the door alone. Sonya answers the door, gives Jeff a hug and a kiss on the lips, inviting him in. When Maria walks gracefully into the room, Jeff does a double take. Sonya had done up her hair beautifully. “Wow! You look gorgeous—not that I didn’t think that already.” Following Sonya’s example, Jeff approaches Maria, giving her a hug and a kiss on the lips. Maria’s eyes pop wide open, romantically whispering, “I didn’t expect a kiss.” “Uh, um, I’m sorry Maria.” “Don’t be sorry.” Maria then kisses Jeff on the lips. “I’m in heaven!” Sonya’s boyfriend Roberto had just walked in, “These kids don’t waste any time!” Smiling, Sonya says, “No, they don’t. Aren’t they sweet!” Jeff says, “No! Your daughter is sweet.” “I stand corrected. Are you ready to go? You two go with Rachel and Sean. We will follow.” Jeff bids, “OK. Maria, may I have your hand?” Maria muses, “Only in matrimony, my man.” “What’s that?” Sonya asserts, “That’s not for another ten years.” Maria reaches for Jeff’s hand. Both drift off onto cloud nine. Jeff opens the door for Maria, then bangs his head on it as he follows. He has more success with the car door. He lays his hand on Maria’s back, guiding her in. Getting in on the other side, he slides across the seat next to Maria. “Guess what, Mom!?” “What Jeff?” “We had our first kiss!” “You move fast!” “Yeah, it just happened.” Maria jests, “What do you mean it just happened. You had to get on your tippy toes.” Sean laughs. Fighting tears, “You’re making me feel like a little kid, Maria.” “I didn’t mean to. You may be short, Jeff, but I don’t think of you as a little kid.” She puts her arm around Jeff. “Ahhhh, that gives me goose bumps.” Sean wonders, “What are you two doing back there?” Maria quickly removes her arm. “Maria! You can keep your arm around me.” Rachel assures her, “Of course!” Now they put their arms around each other. “Maria, I’m so in love with you!” “Stop! You’re embarrassing me in from of your parents.” Sean corrects, “I’m not Jeff’s father.” Jeff urges, “Get used to the idea!” Rachel and Maria laugh. Jeff continues, “Maria, my parents already know I’m in love with you.” “Really! Then I’m gonna kiss you again.” Jeff opens his mouth so Maria does too. Their tongues meet. Maria suddenly pulls away. “Maria, what’s wrong!” “You surprised me. I’m OK now. They kiss again, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Jeff becomes hard as a rock. When they stop, Maria looks down, then away, and then into Jeff’s sexy eyes. “Jeff, I see you really liked that.” Rachel and Sean smile at each other, remaining quiet. Jeff delights in exultation, “You bet! How about you?” Maria passionately turns for another French kiss. As they kiss Jeff’s hand instinctively moves toward Maria’s breasts. When he realizes what he’s about to do, he quickly pulls his hand away, but continues kissing. Finally Maria ends the kiss asking, “Where did you learn to kiss so beautifully?” Half dazed, “I never did this before. It’s all new to me.” “Me too,” Maria’s head falling backward. Sean suggests, “I think this dinner will be a disappointment for you two.” Jeff snaps out of his trance, “Why, where are we eating?” “Where isn’t the question. Who wants to eat when you can kiss.” Everyone laughs. In the parking lot, Sonya quips, “I didn’t know ten year olds could smooch so much!” Maria responds, “You could see us!” Pleasantly, “Enough to figure it out.” Entering the restaurant, Rachel whispers, “What a romantic atmosphere!” Sonya agrees. When Sonya opens the menu she reacts, “Oh dear Sean, we can’t afford these prices!” “Everything already is paid, a fixed price regardless of what we order. This is my treat for the first date of a wonderful couple and a welcome to California to you.” Roberto offers, “I have been living in California all along, so I’ll pay the tip.” “Fair enough.” The waiter brings out the champagne. Jeff and Maria carefully watch him pop the cork. Jeff asks, “Do we get champagne too?” To his surprise, the waiter affirms, “Yes Jeff, of course. You and Maria are our guests of honor. Do you see your special bottle over there?” “Yes I see it. How did you know our names?” “I’m just doing my job, Jeff.” Maria tells Jeff, “This sure beats floating in a tire tube.” Overhearing, Sonya retorts, “Oh, Maria!” That perks Jeff’s curiosity, “What are you talking about, my love?” “We came to America in a tire tube.” “Wow! Really!?” “Early one night the two of us left Cuba in one tire tube. We couldn’t leave any other way.” “You could have died!” Many do not make it. So we give thanks for the air we breathe and for America, the land of the free.” Sean interrupts, “I want to hear all about this. But, if I may, I would like to propose a toast. Please rise and hold up your glass of champagne. I propose a toast to a couple I already admire greatly, to honor them on their first date, to wish them deep, lasting love and joy, to implore them to fair fighting only, and to celebrate their dynamic discovery of the word ‘kiss.’” Continuing through the laughter, “So I toast Maria and Jeff.” Please save some champagne—I have two more toasts. But first, does someone else wish to propose a toast. Sonya responds, “I propose a toast to a man that my nephew Jose talks about endlessly. That would be his coach, Sean!” “Thank you, Sonya, very much. Now I propose a toast to my former fiancee, who railroaded me into coaching, thereby having to coach the likes of this little man, Jeff. He, in turn, railroaded me into meeting his mother, Rachel, who I now am stuck with!” Roberto speaks up, “I propose a toast to a lady who pulled me out of the gutter, gave me a reason for living, and helped me find true joy. Sonya, I toast you, my love.” Sean continues, “My final toast goes to the most wonderful tire experts I know. Sonya and Maria, welcome to America and welcome to California.” Jeff eagerly expresses, “I have one, this toast is to the person who helped me find the courage to ask Maria out, a person who better get used to me calling him Dad. Sean, you’re stuck with me too!” After Maria and Sonya tell all about their voyage to America, Sean says “I have a true story about a girl that looks like Maria, maybe a little older. Jenny walks to the beach alone, only a quarter of a mile from her home. The beach is on a secluded cove, popular on weekends, empty during the week. She loves the water. She brings a life jacket because her parents always talk about ‘safety first.’ She sits down on her towel near the water, watching the waves break. She loves the serenity she feels with no one around. Soon she gets the itch to go swimming. Then she realizes she left her bathing suit at home. Not to be deterred, Jenny takes off her clothes, puts on the life jacket, and splashes into the ocean. She loves bobbing up and down in the waves. “After more than an hour, Jenny sees something else bobbing up and down. She swims over to it. Strangely, it may be her water bottle. How could that be? She swims back to shore, taking the bottle with her. “Oh dear! I don’t see my towel. My clothes! My house key! What do I do?” The waiter arrives with the food. Everyone talks about all the fine food. Soon Sonya asks, “Sean, aren’t you going to finish your story? “This is intermission. A chance to talk about what you would do if you were Jenny.” Maria surmises, “That’s how we arrived in America. But we had no life jacket—just wet underwear and a wet undershirt. We didn’t care how we looked. We just hoped someone would help us and not hurt us.” Roberto adds, “Thank God you were helped. Now if I were Jenny I would walk home in the life jacket.” “In broad daylight?” Sonya asks. “Yeah, but if I was a boy I’d wait until dark to walk home.” “Why, Roberto?” Rachel wonders. “People would just whistle at a naked girl, but throw rocks at a naked boy.” Everyone starts laughing. Maria asserts, “I would take the wet life preserver off and walk home.” “Oh Maria,” Sonya scolds. “Then Jeff would come along and rescue me!” Jeff smiles, “Yeah!” Laughing, Roberto declares, “Someone has to pull these two apart!” They grab each other’s hand, shouting, “No way!” “Shhh. Restaurant voices please,” Rachel implores. Maria urges Sean to finish the story. “Jenny figures out that the tide came in and washed away her belongings. She realizes she can’t wait until dark—her parents would worry. So she decides to leave immediately, in the life jacket, before traffic gets heavier. On the way she remembers she can’t get into the house without a key, so her parents will find out what happened. Then Jenny comes up with an idea. Her neighbor has the spare key. She can ring their bell, if she dares.” Roberto asks, “How do you know this story?” Rachel guesses, “You must be the neighbor, Sean.” “I heard the story from the neighbor, whose name I will not reveal.” Maria utters, “So she rang the neighbor’s doorbell! There’s no way I’d do that naked.” Sonya blurts out, “Good!” Jeff asks, “Would you go naked at a beach that allows it?” Maria bids, “Only with you, my dearest.” Sonya asserts, “Only with me.” Sean looks at Rachel. Rachel nods. Sean challenges, “You can prove it tomorrow.” Sonya wonders, “What do you mean?” “Clothing is optional at Black’s Beach.” Sonya looks at Roberto. He smiles, “There’s a first time for everything.” Sonya turns and asks, “So are you three going?” Jeff affirms, “You bet!” Maria urges, “Let’s go mama!” Sonya airs, “We don’t have bathing suits, but that wouldn’t matter. Now Maria, don’t tell Jose what beach we’re going to. I don’t want his parents to know. For all I know they’d throw us out of the house.” Sean remarks, “My parents would have a cow! This isn’t something you want public. And don’t worry, Jose doesn’t know we go.” 36 SOME COME As they set up at Black’s beach, Jeff immediately strips naked. Sonya timidly reacts, “Jeff. You don’t waste a minute.” Jeff runs up to her, hugging her, “Relax, take your time, have fun.” Sonya kisses him on the lips and praises him, “Thank you young man.” “You know how to win my heart!” Jeff then notices how sad Maria looks. “What’s wrong beautiful?” “I’m afraid to take my clothes off.” With empathy, “Let’s walk to the water, OK? … We’re going to the water Mom.” “Don’t go swimming until we get there.” “OK.” Jeff takes Maria’s hand, “Don’t take your clothes off until you want to….Did you know I almost touched your breasts last night?” “No. Did you know I wanted to feel your hard thing.” “My penis?” Maria gasps. “Hey, I don’t want you to call my penis a thing. If you don’t like the word ‘penis,’ you’ll just have to give him a name.” “OK! That’s easy! Big Jeff.” “Maria, I like that! He’s soft now. Is he still Big Jeff?” “Of course. I’d love to feel him grow in my hand.” “Big Jeff loves the idea of you touching him and so do I. But that needs to be done in private. We never have privacy. Did you ever touch a p…thing before?” “No. Most boys annoy to ad nauseam. We could touch in the water.” “That would be too risky, Maria. Your mom would know what’s going on.” They sit next to each other in the sand near the ocean. “If we were horsing around in the water, we’d be touching each other. There would be no problem with that, but there’s nothing romantic about that.” “Jeff, at least we get to hug and kiss.” “That reminds me. It’s not fair. When I pop a boner, you know right away. How do I know when you get turned on? Were you aroused in the car last night?” “Yes I was. My nipples got hard.” In a sweet, sexy tone, “So I have to squeeze your breasts to know.” “Or if I have a tight top—or no top. I’m ready to take my top off.” “Maria, may I help?” “That would be wonderful!” Passionately Jeff removes her blouse. Big Jeff jumps for joy. “Mama would explode if she saw that.” “Thanks for the warning, Maria. Now for your bra.” Jeff struggles but finally gets the back undone. He gets on his knees, straddling her thighs, looking into her lovely brown eyes. Romantically, “I see Big Jeff flipping out.” Softly, “Your mother can’t see it. Your body blocks her view. Are you ready?” All sexy, “Yessss! For sure.” Jeff slowly pulls her bra straps down slowly revealing her beautiful budding breasts. Getting really, really pumped, Jeff observes, “Your nipples popped, oh! Hold Big Jeff! Quick! Stroke him. More! Ohhh!! Yes!!! Uh, ahhhh!!! Stop now. Oh. Wow. I’m out of breath. Ba da bing ba da boom.” “Jeff, you scared the pants off me! What was that!? I thought you were having a seizure!” Proudly, “Maria, my dear, Big Jeff just exploded for the first time. It scared me too. But I didn’t have any idea anything could feel so super awesome, so intense!” “I should have known—you had an orgasm! But Big Jeff didn’t squirt anything.” “I’ll ask Sean about that.” “Don’t tell him it happened here! I can’t believe I brought Big Jeff to his first orgasm. But my fear stopped me from appreciating it.” “Did you ever cum?” “Come where?” “Did you ever have an orgasm?” “Yes, many, for over a year now. I can’t believe we just did what we said we couldn’t do in public. I hope nobody saw it or heard you! That couple over there may have!” “Yeah, it’s like, all of a sudden, nothing mattered but Big Jeff. Thank you for your super sensual stroking.” “You mean my panic stroking?” “It felt fantastic to me! I’ll never forget this wild experience. But I need to be more careful in the future.” “I’ll say! But I have to say it was way cool! Jeff, I love you more than ever. I hope that couple doesn’t get us in trouble.” “They don’t look like they saw us. Maria, I feel like I can share anything with you. I feel like we just bonded for life. I want our love to last forever.” Jeff moves forward to kiss her, tongue hanging out. They French kiss seemingly forever. “OK, you love birds! You’re in public,” Sonya gently chides. Jeff snaps out of it, getting up on his feet. Looking at Sonya, Jeff cheerfully observes, “I see you have warmed up to being in the buff. Ah, Roberto, you’re naked too.” Roberto feels a little embarrassed, “Yeah, I’m trying.” “The secret is to quit trying. It happens naturally.” “You’re a pretty brilliant dude.” “Thanks.” Jeff turns toward Maria. She took off her shorts, but now changed her mind about her underwear. “Take your time beautiful.” Maria breathes a sigh of relief. With everyone naked she felt pressure to conform. She smiles at Jeff, then runs to her mother for a hug. Sonya looks scared about hugging unclothed, but senses Maria’s need for a hug. Now she finds the hug to be very special indeed. After the hug Jeff says, “Last one in the water is a rotten egg! Maria runs for the water, stops, quickly pulls her underwear off, and runs in, catching up with Jeff. Their liveliness gets the adults into a playful spirit—six children having fun. Add three more to the world of naturism.
Title: 36th Birthday Tags: Fantasy, Blowjob, Coercion, Domination/submission Content: Yesterday was my 36 birthday and up until yesterday, my butthole was a virgin. That changed however last night when a very horny man spent all night, off and on, fucking my asshole. This was the first time I have ever done anything with a man but I have to admit, I enjoyed it. I met the man at a hole in the wall saloon downtown. Besides the bartender, him and I and one other guy were the only ones in the joint. He was a tall muscular Latino man in his late 30's I would guess with several tattoo's that were visible on his arms, and there I was, a 5'8, 155 pound white guy. He came over and introduced himself as "Rubin". I told him I was "Tom" and that it was by birthday and we began chatting. Somewhere in the conversation the topic of sex came up and that is when he started talking about anal sex. He said, "I love assholes! Especially really tight virgin ones. I love the sounds people make when I split open their assholes for the first time with my big dick. It gives me power. Power to make them submit to my sexual desires. Power that keeps me hard for hours and allows me to pound their assholes until they can't walk anymore. Power that keeps them coming back for more. Its addicting." "Damn dude! That’s crazy." I said. I quickly tried to change the subject but he was buzzed and getting drunker and he kept on with anal sex. He said, "I'm always horny and I can fuck all day. I cum and my dick stays hard. All this talk of sex has made me really horny, I got to find me a tight asshole to fuck, preferably a virgin one." At that point I went to the bathroom and I figured he was leaving to go on the hunt for his anal glory. The bathroom was really small and the stall had no door on it but I had to use it. When I pee, I drop my pants and underwear to do it and that exposes my butt. I have always peed that way since I was a kid, that is why I pee in the toilet stall instead of the urinals. I was standing there getting ready to pee when Rubin walked in and came up beside me. He said, "Let me ask you a question. I have been told that I have a small dick, would you take a look at it and tell me if that is true?" "I don't want to look at your dick." I said. "Come on. Just between you and me. Take a look. Please!" He responded. I don't know why, but I said, "Ok, But quickly." He dropped his pants and this huge dick popped out. It was by no means small. It hung very low and was very fat. He was uncircumsized with very little pubic hair and his balls were tight and round. I said, "Somebody lied to you. That’s a big, fat fucking dick. Its amazing actually." "You see why I love to fuck tight assholes? This dick controls them." He said. He then got up behind me and leaned into me pinning me against stall wall. He had his dick against my right butt-cheek and he slid his hand down the crack of my ass stopping his finger on my butthole. I said, "What the fuck are you doing?" He said, "You have a beautiful ass and a very tight asshole. I can tell it is a virgin. We could have a lot of fun together. Think of it, first, I’ll let you get down on your knees and suck my dick. Then, after you have eaten all my cum, I’ll bend you over a piece of furniture and spread your legs wide open with your cute little butt up in the air. Then I’ll lubricate your asshole with a lot of anal gel and then I’ll stuff this big, fat cock all the way up your tight, little butthole until your yelling and moaning. Then I’ll spend the next hour and a half pounding you deep and hard wishing your asshole a happy birthday. How would you like that?" He then looked me in the eyes and said, "That thought turns you on, doesn't it?" He was right, he could see it in my eyes, I was turned on. Maybe it was the booze or the thought of be dominated by this big man and not being able to stop him or both, but my dick was really hard and I was excited. I didn't say anything, I just turned around and dropped to my knees and started sucking his dick right there in the bathroom. His dick was so big and beautiful that I didn't care that the other guy in the bar had walked into the restroom and saw me sucking his cock. I wanted it so bad that I never stopped sucking while that person used the bathroom and watched me suck his dick. He must have told the bartender what we were doing because he came in and confronted me. He said, "I don't like this kind of thing going on in my bar. However, I don't want you to leave the man hanging so I’ll put the "out of order" sign on the door. I hope you can make him cum in 15 minutes kid because that’s all the time you have left to finish sucking his dick." I thought that was cool of him and I then continued sucking his dick. My mouth barely handled that massive cock but at least it did. I caressed his balls and stroked his dick as I suck it the best I could. I didn't know how much time was passing but I was trying to make him cum. Finally, he grabbed my head and held it in place and began to fuck my face faster and faster. I knew he was getting ready to cum. Just then, the bartender came in and said, "Alright guys, times up. I have to open the restroom, people are starting to come in." Rubin was still holding my head and fucking my face when he replied to the bartender, he said, "Please! One more minute, I’m cumming right now." The bartender stood there and watched as Rubin began to cum in my mouth. He was moaning as squirt after squirt of hot salty cum began to hit the back of my throat. I swallowed half of it before I began to swallow on my own. It tasted really good. He kept pumping and cumming as he said, "That’s it baby! swallow that cum. Swallow it all." I swallowed all that came out. then he pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to stick out my tongue. When I did, he milked his cock of the last drops of cum onto my tongue. I looked over at the bartender as I ate the cum and I think he enjoyed the show. Then Rubin said to me, "Come on sweet-cheeks. Its time to take you home and tear apart your tight little asshole." The both of us pulled our pants up and the bartender held the door open as we walked out. As I passed him, he stopped me and said, "You enjoy yourself tonight." I knew from his sarcasm that he knew the big fat cock he saw in my mouth was break me. Rubin then put his hand on the back of my neck and started walking me out of the saloon. As we passed the guy who walked in on us, that guy said, "Where you going honey? Don't you want to suck my dick?" It was obvious he was being sarcastic, but Rubin stopped anyway and walked over to him and said, "This is my bitch, he belongs to me." It's cool man! I was just joking." He replied. Rubin said, "Good! Now if you excuse me, I have a tight little asshole to fuck." With that, Rubin put his hand back on the back of my neck and walked me out of the saloon and to his truck where he then drove us to his house. Once inside, he told me to get naked. As I was getting undressed, he went into the next room. I was nervice about getting butt-fucked, but I was excited and I wanted to know what it felt like. I actually was hoping he would do everything he said he was going to do to my butthole. I was standing there naked when he came out of the next room. he was naked and had a bottle of lube in his hand. He said, "Find a piece of furniture to bend over." I looked around and saw a square table in the corner. I went over to it and pulled it out and bent over it. He walked up behind me and set the lube on the table. he then put his hands on both my butt-cheeks and spread them open so he could look at my butthole. After that, he put one of his thumbs on my hole and started rubbing it around in a circle. He said, "You have the sweetest ass I have ever seen, and your asshole is so tight. I'm going to have a lot of fun with your asshole tonight." I never said a word. I just laid there bent over and let him do his thing. Then he walked around to the other side of the desk and put his dick against my face and said, "You love this dick?" I started kissing and licking the head of his cock as I said, "I love this dick! It's so big and beautiful." I kissed a few more times before he walked around behind me and started putting the anal lube on my asshole. I was scared, but I wanted it. After he lubed my ass and his dick, he put his cock against my asshole and started pushing it in. I began to moan right away as the head started going inside of me. Then I yelled as the head made it inside. Then, when he pushed his long dick all the way inside me, I screamed. It felt like a baseball bat was up my ass. The pain was intense but so was the pleasure. It hurt and felt good at the same time. He said, "You like that, don't you?" "Yes." I replied. He then started to slide his dick back and forth. I was moaning at the top of my lungs with every thrust. My body was paralyzed but it felt good. I never knew being fucked in the ass would feel so intense. And the emotional feeling was also intense. Its like the butthole it the central nerve button for the whole body. Whoever is fucking the butthole is in charge of that person's entire body and that person being butt-fucked can't do anything about it. Super intense. I then knew why so many women loved being fucked up the ass. He held a steady pace as he fucked my asshole long and deep. I kept moaning like crazy. He said, "Your asshole now belongs to me. I'll do whatever I want to it." "Yes! My butthole belongs to you." I said. He was in charge and I couldn't stop him. I don't know how long past, it seem like a long time, but my asshole was sort of numb and my legs were getting weak. I was getting tired and I wasn't doing anything but laying there bent over that table. However, he was still going strong and my butthole was defiantly feeling it. I said, "Lets stop, I’m getting tired and I can't stand anymore." He said, "I can fix that." He then stopped and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down face first on the bed and went and got the super huge round pillow from the closet. He then help me up on my knees and placed the pillow before them and then laid me over the pillow so that I was laying on the bed but my ass was sticking up in the air. "Just relax. I need you to hang in there. I'm going to keep playing with your asshole for about another hour or so." He said. I didn't know if I could handle another hour, but I laid there as he put more lubrication on my butthole. Then he shoved his cock back up my ass and continued to give it a hard and deep fucking. I just moaned and whimpered. A good long time into it, I was numb, my butthole and my body. I was fading in and out, I was ready to pass out. But as I began to pass out, he started fucking my really fast and really hard, it kept me from passing out. When I started moaning, he started moaning. Then he went even faster and harder. Then he let out one really loud moan and I felt hot cum shoot up my ass. As soon as I felt that cum, I started to cum and I never touched my dick. The orgasm I was having was really intense, I never felt that before. He pulled the pillow out from under me keeping his dick inside me and rolled us over on our sides. As he slowly and gently kept fucking my butthole, he said, "I love your tight little asshole. Get some rest now, I’m going to fuck your butthole again a little bit later." Those were the last words I heard, I passed out. I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, He was fucking my asshole again. I don't know if he even pulled his dick out when I passed out. But my asshole was really sore at that point. I started moaning right away, that’s when he said, "Happy birthday baby. I bet this is the best present you ever gotten." "Still moaning I said, "I never thought I would be doing this. I'm not attracted to men. I'm still not attracted to men. I'm not attracted to you, but I love your cock. I have no problem sucking your dick and I have no problem you sticking it up my ass, but that’s it, I don't want to do anything other than that." "Not to worry, I just love to fuck assholes." He replied. He fucked my asshole for awhile until he had his orgasm, then we went to sleep. When I woke up this morning, my butthole was so sore I could barely walk. I jumped in the shower to clean myself up when he got into the shower with me. He took the soap and started washing my asshole which made me think he wanted to fuck it again. I was to sore for that so I got on my knees in the shower and sucked his dick. After I swallowed his load I said, "My asshole is really sore. I need to let it heal up. I'll come over everyday and suck your dick and when my asshole feels better, you can fuck it again." He was cool with that. I finished up and left. Now I’m home typing these events of my 36th birthday.
Title: 37 MAN WITH PLAN 38 HOLY MOLY Tags: True Story, Boy, First Time, Masturbation, Mature, Romance, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he's really dating mom! Content: [b]37 MAN WITH PLAN After the busy day, Jeff goes to bed early. The erotic moments with Maria play over in his mind, more vividly than on a movie screen. Big Jeff throbs with excitement. As soon as Jeff starts stroking, “Oh! Ohhh!!! Eeh! Ahhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Oooo! Ahhh! Ahhh. Wow. I did… “Are you alright in there!” Rachel calls. “I’m definitely alright, Mom!” “Oh! Sounds like you reached a new stage in your life. I guess you figured it all out.” “Mom, can you come in here?” “Are you done?” “Yes.” “OK. I’m coming. And you already did.” Jeff laughs. “Hug me please.” Rachel lays down beside him. They hug tight. Worried, “Mom, nothing came out.” Calmly, “That means you didn’t ejaculate.” Still worried, “So I jacked off but I didn’t.” Laughing, “You could say that. Rarely does a boy ejaculate on his first orgasm. Sometimes this continues for a few years.” “Why?” “Who knows. For now you have the fun without the worry.” “What do you mean. Mom?” “If your father didn’t ejaculate I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant.” First silent, “Oh, I get it…. Hey, you mean I was a worry.” “Well, yes. Your father kept pressuring me to get an abortion…. If my parents didn’t agree to help raise you, I would have had to give you up for adoption…. Boys didn’t want to date me because I had a baby. I made a big mistake, paid dearly, but love you more dearly.” Jeff cries and hugs his mom tightly again, kissing her all over her face. When Jeff slows down, “Then there are STDs.” “What are they, Mom?” “Sexually transmitted diseases. Body fluids carry them from one person to another.” “Like cum.” “Yes, Jeff, semen. I’m sure you’ve heard of AIDS, which comes from the HIV virus. That’s one STD. There are many more. Have you heard of the kissing disease—mono?” “No, could I give Maria mono?” “Well, say you wet kiss someone with mono. You could become a carrier of the disease and not get it, but not even know it. Then everyone you wet kiss has a chance of getting it.” “Why does life have to be so complicated?” “I couldn’t tell you. It helps keep you from getting bored though.” “I hope I never ejaculate.” “You could have your tube tied.” “Good, I’m doing that.” “Most men don’t want a knife anywhere near their private parts.” “Did you say knife! Forget it! So what do I wear when we go to church tomorrow?” “Sonya says that boys dress casual and men wear a jacket and tie.” “So I’ll wear a jacket and tie. No pants, huh.” Laughing, “Nope.” “This is my kind of place! Do I even have a jacket that fits?” “Let’s check in the morning. Good night macho man.” “Cut the macho. Call me the man with the plan. D-D-D-DuRaN dah man.” 38 HOLY MOLY As Roberto and Sonya walk into church, Maria waits outside for Jeff. “Good morning Maria, my love. Am I allowed to kiss you here?” “Yes, a holy kiss.” “Show me how.” After a brief kiss Jeff continues, “This church looks like a store.” “The church is the people. You look distinguished in that jacket and tie.” Romantically, “But not as special as you.” Smiling with delight, “Come in.” Jose walks up to them, giving Jeff a hug and kiss. “Was that a holy kiss, Jose?” Chuckling, “All my kisses are.” “I agree, even though I don’t know what’s happening here.” “Hey man, you pray, so you’ll figure it out.” Many friendly people greet Jeff and Maria, as Jose chats with Sean and Rachel. Jeff finds the lively music a wonderful way to worship God. He quickly gets bored with the preaching. The “Jesus this, Jesus that” stuff makes no sense. But being with the love of his life makes it easy to feel the presence of God. He tries raising his hands as others are doing. Seeming super weird at first, soon it feels like heaven flowing into his fingertips. Roberto and Sonya admire his spiritual zeal. Afterward, Sean takes Rachel and Jeff out for pizza. “Mom, why don’t we go to church?” “When I got pregnant with you, the church we went to treated us like aliens. This is the first time I’ve been to church since then.” “I don’t think this church would be like that, Mom. You heard Roberto’s testimony. You’re safe here. What about you, Sean?” “My father was a preacher.” “Wow! I hope he wasn’t like this douche-bag.” “People expected me to be an angel. I knew I wasn’t, so I made it my mission to prove to them I wasn’t. Finally the church told my dad that if he couldn’t run a family right, he certainly couldn’t run a church right. When they gave him the ax, I stopped going to church.” “I can’t picture you being a bad ass.” “I took great delight in knocking hypocrites off their high horses. Put Fred and Paul together and that was me. But I didn’t have their muscles.” “No way! What changed you? “My father. After getting fired, he apologized to me. I couldn’t understand that—I was the one raising hell. He said he failed me, that he should have loved me no matter what I did. I didn’t buy it. I figured he was just trying to soften me up, so that I would behave. It took me a few years, but finally I realized he really loved me.”
Title: 37 year old Widow Tags: Fantasy Introduction: Lust and horny Content: Morgan became a widow at the young age of 37 and had only ever been with her husband sexually. She was a content wife for 11 years if not satisfied. They had no children. Until her husband died in a auto accident. Two years of living on her own and being alone had made her a very lonely and horny woman. She is a very attractive woman, blonde, green eyes and a sexy body, but she is not the type of person to go out and meet people and the people she does meet she don't usually let them get to close to her. She decided to try to meet men. The men who smiled at her or spoke to her at work or the grocery store were met with a brief but stand offish smile or greeting back. So it turned out that she had not dated let alone been laid since her husband passed. A mutual friend asked me to help Morgan with some small jobs around her house. I climbed the ladder to get at some pipes. My head is up in the ceiling and I asked if she new what a pipe wrench was. She did and handed it to me. She is only 5' 5" so she had to climb the ladder to reach my hand. She found her face level with my ass. I turn to reach for the wrench and her eyes were transfixed by the outline of my hard penis through my jeans. My manhood is very clearly outlined through the fabric. She faltered handing me the wrench and then startled and blushed. Embarrassed she raised the wrench up to me. She is certain that I noticed her looking at my crotch. She is flustered and stepped down from the ladder. She didn't really know what to do or how to act. She had never considered another man at all. Yet she found herself stirred and her heart racing. She doesn't know how long she stood at the base of the ladder when she found me standing in front of her and my hand on her cheek. I asked her if she was okay. She stammered a broken yes, then she found herself sitting on the couch in the living room. Her mind exploded. She could not process any real thought. She is consumed with emotions she did not understand and overwhelmed with a desire she did not know she had. I lean in and suddenly kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, while I begin fondling her breasts, over her shirt. Morgan is shocked beyond imagination. She had heard I was a sex-crazy man. But never in her wildest of dreams had she imagined, that she would ever meet me and certainly not be alone with me. How could he even think of touching her like this? It was so shameful. She begins struggling to get away from my grasp. After sometime, she managed to free herself, got up from the sofa, went to a far corner of the room and said, " John, what are you doing? Please do not do this to me. What you did, is so wrong. I am a decent lady. No man except my husband has ever touched me. Please do not do this. It is so indecent." I said, " Morgan -- don't talk like an old lady! You are a young beautiful and healthy woman. You are a widow. I'm divorced and live alone. I saw you staring at my crotch. Being a man, I have needs. My cock has needs. I have the need to chew on your tender lips, to fondle, kiss and suck your luscious young breasts and nipples. The need to touch and caress your unused pussy, which has been unused for 2 years now and the need to thrust my hard cock into it." Morgan started crying and said, " No, John -- please do not say such vulgar things." I got irritated and said, " Look, Morgan...let me be straight. Your lovely & delicately tender body has needs and You have excited me to make my cock hard. When I met you today, I wanted to caress, kiss and suck every part of your body." I continue crudely and shockingly, " I want to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open your tight unused pussy and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock is in the process of doing so." I continued " Did your husband fuck you in your ass?" Morgan is shocked at my vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, " No!!! Please don't say and ask such vulgar things, John!" I continue, " I want to be clear now. I'm a wealthy and powerful man, I can make your life miserable in many ways. You will have to agree to become my personal property. You will come to me to satisfy me in every way when I call. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my monster cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you -- your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus. You will not tell anyone about us. So, tell me -- what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave?" Morgan is shocked at my words! She didn't know me, but I was horrible and so shamefully telling her things, that no man would ever say to a woman. I did not even seem to care that she was a widow. She begins to cry. Sobbingly she pleaded with me, " John, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I know you have many women available to you." I angrily replied, " Look Morgan, don't waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don't give me stupid lectures. I don't care about right and wrong and I don't care about sin. Just tell me -- do you agree to be my sex toy, or not?" She again pleaded, " Please . . . John . . . please do not make me do this." I replied again, " I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall make a phone call and ruin your reputation." She is sobbing and crying. But she is also thinking. She wouldn't be able to face her friends. That frightened her and think hard. if she did agree to my perversions, only her life would be ruined. So, she decided then, to agree to my terms. Sobbing, she told me, " OK... John, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish!" I smiled. I said, " That is better Morgan. Now you are being sensible. Don't worry. You take care of me and I will take care of you. Now stop crying and wipe your tears." She wiped her tears with a tissue. I then came close to her, placing my hands on her breasts over her shirt, squeezing them. Morgan was feeling repulsed due to my hands over her breasts, fondling her breasts, I said, " Yes--your lovely breasts are full soft and supple. Do you have your wedding dress?" She replied, " Yes, John. I have it in my closet." I asked again, " Did your husband, break your hymen on the wedding night, or was it on some other night?" She replied, " I lost my virginity on my wedding night, John." I said, " Were you wearing your wedding night dress, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity?" She replied, " Yes, John." I said thoughtfully, " God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt - first. I would have enjoyed it so much." Let go to the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. Morgan sat silently on the bed, shivering with fear. I stood staring at her then I walked over to the bed and sat close to her. She is shaking with fear. I asked her, " Morgan, is this the wedding negligee that you wore, on your wedding night with your husband?" She replied, " Yes, John." I asked, " Did your husband, were you naked and then your husband tore open your virginity, or did he do it with your negligee on?" She hesitated with shyness and fear. I said, " Look Morgan, when I ask a question, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry." She quickly replied, " I was wearing this negligee when it happened. My husband had pushed it up over my hips, when he fucked me." I asked, " Did it cause you a lot of pain, when he tore your virginity?" She replied, " Yes, John." I asked, " Did your cunt bleed?" She replied, " Yes, John." I brought my face close to hers, staring at her. I touched her lips with my palm and traced my palm over her cheeks and hair. I lightly kissed her on her lips. I said, " Morgan, you are a beautiful 37 your old woman." I said, " Do you know my age?" She replied, " I think you are 51 years old, John." I said, " No. I am 55 years old. And here you are a beautiful 37 year old, on her bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don't you think so?" She replied, " Yes, John." I said, " Morgan, get up from the bed and stand in front of me. I want to see your beautiful body in your wedding negligee." She got up from the bed and stood shyly in front of me. I kept staring at her and then turn her around. I touched her long blonde hair. I slowly again turn her around, to face me. I remove her blouse and bra, to expose her breasts. She stood before me with her head down, while I'm staring at her breasts. I said, " You have lovely breasts. They look so enticing. Nice size, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock is hard just by looking at them." She did not reply. I then removed my shirt. She glanced up. Though I'm 55 years old, I have a big hairy chest, I'm very tall. Almost 6 feet & 5 inches. My chest is huge like a barrel. Very hairy -- with grey hair. I looked like a mountain -- standing beside her. Compared to me, she is short. Just 5 feet and 5 inches. I'm wearing cotton trousers, she is shocked to see my trousers stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large baseball bat! She can make out that I had a huge erection. She is terrified looking at the size of my erection. I came up behind her and hugged her. My huge erection is pressing in between her butt cheeks, through her skirt and panties. I grab her breasts from behind and star lightly fondling them, while pressing my erection into her buttocks. I kissed and nibbled at the back of her neck, saying, " Your young breasts are firm, Morgan." She replied shyly, Thank you, John." Fondling her breasts, I said, " Morgan, after your husband died, how many men did you get fucked by?" She was shocked at my question. She replied, " No, John. I would never do such a sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though my husband died, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me." Caressing her hips, I asked her, " Really? Does that mean that your husband is the only man, who has fucked you in your life?" She replied, " Yes, John." Pressing my erection further into her, I asked, " What was the size of his erect cock?" She said, " I do not know John." I said, " Tell me the length and thickness, approximately, Morgan." She replied, " Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness." Nibbling on her earlobes, I asked, " Did you enjoy having your husband fucking you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you?" She shyly replied, " Sometimes, John." Pressing harder against her buttocks over her skirt, I asked, " When was the last time he fucked you, Morgan?" She replied, " It was the night before his accident." I came round to stand in front of her, while staring at her body, pulling her close and kissing her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, while my hands kneaded her breasts. Then, with my right hand, I started lifting her skirt, gradually exposing her thighs. My hands starting to roam all over her thighs, up to her panties. She is feeling so ashamed. I knelt in front of her and begin licking and kissing her thighs. As my lust grew, I begin biting her thighs. Gradually the intensity of my bites increased and they became painful. But she stood there silently, enduring my painful bites and my rough hands on her thighs, as she did not wish to change my mood and make me angry. I then remove her skirt and panties flinging them on the floor, leaving her naked. I said, " Morgan, I want you to place a towel on the bed, because your cunt is only used to the small cock of your husband, it is possible that your cunt will bleed, when I tear it open to accommodate my massive cock. I want to have the pleasure of seeing that blood on towel on your bed!" Morgan is feeling terrified. She kept silent. I removed my trousers. My black briefs are stretched to the limit, by my monster penis, which is raging hard with lust now. She is feeling so shy and ashamed to see me, standing in my briefs, in front of her. I again caress her breasts for a few seconds. I then made her lay down on the bed on her back. Due to all my touching and fondling, her nipples had gotten hard. She has large pink nipples, which excited me. Squeezing her nipples, I said, " Morgan, you have nice firm breasts with stunning nipples! I love breasts that are a hand full and a mouth full." I took one of her nipples in my mouth and begin sucking, while caressing her exposed thigh. I then got up and stood in front of her. She is looking down shyly. I came close to her, bringing my huge cock in my briefs, near her. I said, " Morgan, what do you think of my cock? Is it nice? Is it not massive, as compared to your husband? " Morgan is feeling so shy, that she did not respond. She kept looking down silently. I lifted her face to see my huge cock in the briefs. I said, " Morgan, Don't feel shy. Touch it. Feel it. Play with it. After all, it is going to tear open your tight cunt in a short while now. Come on -- touch it!" She still did not move or talk. I grab her hand and placed it on my monster cock. She was shocked, at her first contact with my enormous cock. But, to keep me happy, she started daintily touching it, over my briefs. I said, " Morgan, don't be frightened. Remove my briefs and play with it. Don't worry, in a few days, like all the other women that have been with me, you too will love it." Though she is feeling mortified at having to touch my penis, as I'm insistent, she bashfully pulls my briefs down. As my briefs slide down, my mammoth cock shot out towards her. She was horrified to see such a monster! My cock is simply un-believable. My pubic area is covered with thick, grey & curly hair. It is bigger in size, than what she had imagined. It is about nine inches in length and about four inches thick. Several veins protruded from the sides running the full length of my cock from the base to the head. She can clearly see the veins on my penis, stretched taut, with lust. The head of my penis is swollen. It is red and bulbous. Like the size of a large tomato! It is emitting a pungent, yet, sensuous smell. My testicles are huge. They are the size of tennis balls. My cock is throbbing and wildly jerking. It looked so powerful, as it majestically stood completely erect. She is horrified with fear, at the thought of how she would be able to accommodate such a monster cock, in her small tight vagina! In her disbelief, she continues staring at it. Within a few moments, to her surprise, she feels wetness in her vagina! Though frightened, there is an involuntary feeling in her, of wanting to grasp and hold such a magnificent cock! I said, " Morgan, I want you to suck my cock, take it down your throat. " With a sigh of defeat, she watched as my hands snaked through her hair and pulled her close, positioning her head just where I wanted her. She nervously extended both her hands and grabbed my cock. Slowly she pulled my foreskin down to fully expose my bulbous head. She stared at it for five minutes, in wonder. Her hands went downward to clutch my huge testicles. I'm groaning with pleasure. She stroked my hard cock with her right hand, while softly grabbing and squeezing my testicles with her left hand. This continued for five minutes, while I'm enjoying the pleasure that her hands were giving to my cock. My passion is rising. As she is massaging my organ with her hands, I grab her breasts and squeeze them roughly, tweaking her nipples very hard, making her excited too. Her vagina started dripping more. She is sick with shame, that my penis is exciting her and producing in her - nasty thoughts! I withdrew my cock from her hands and said, " Enough Morgan. I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to ejaculate my semen, deep in your widowed cunt. I am going to plant all my sperm in your widowed womb, all night." She panicked. She said, " John, I am a widow. You can ravage me and take your pleasure with me, as much as you want. But please wear a condom, when you are fucking me. If I get pregnant, my friends will know I was with someone. Please wear a condom." I pushed her roughly. She fell over her back, on the bed. I laughed, " Morgan, you are asking me to wear a condom? Don't make me laugh. I want my cock to feel your tight cunt, when it is tearing and opening it up. I want my cock to relish the blood of your tight cunt, when it is being torn. I certainly will not wear a condom." I turn her over again. I start touching her pussy over her panties. I put my face close to it and begin smelling it! I caught her legs and roughly pull her to lie on the center of the bed. My monster penis kept throbbing with lust. I then begin to caress her legs with my hands, going from her feet, gradually up to her thighs. Her thighs seem to excite me a lot. I then bent down and started licking her thighs. She is feeling all kinds of sensations, as I licked her thighs and she can feel her pussy getting wet. I then begin nibbling at her thighs as my lust grew. I then roughly turn her over. I begin to fondling and squeezing her buttocks with my hands over her panties. I asked her, " Morgan, do you shave your cunt?" She said, " Yes, John." I smile with pleasure and begin removing her panties. I removed it completely and flung it on the floor. I spread her thighs apart and begin staring at her clean shaved pussy for a long time. She is feeling so humiliated and ashamed, at having to expose her pussy, to me for my pleasure. But, she quietly accepted her shame and humiliation. " What a beautiful, fleshy & pouting cunt you have! Wow! Now that your cunt has become mine, I am going to enjoy playing and fucking it." I thrust my fat finger gradually into her and begin slowly thrusting it, in an out. Morgan is getting excited at the feeling and her pussy started getting wet. I start licking her pussy, thrusting my tongue into it. The feeling was simply heaven. She is getting very excited now. With my finger still in her pussy, I suddenly pushed another finger into her anus. Morgan is shocked. Involuntarily, her anus closed itself and I'm unable to insert my finger into her anus. I crudely said, " Morgan, do not be afraid. Just relax. I wish to feel your tight little ass hole. Relax and loosen it, so that my finger can go inside." She tried to relax her body, so that her anus would become normal and I could do what I wanted. Gradually her anus relaxed and I thrust my finger little by little into it, until my full finger disappeared into her. I'm now massaging her anus and pussy simultaneously and thrusting my fingers in and out of them. My action is so crude and so vulgar, that she is almost sick with shame. But, at the same time, she is getting more excited. I keep moving both my fingers in and out of her pussy and anus for five minutes, all the while licking and sniffing her pussy. After ten minutes, I remove my fingers, I spread her thighs wide and once again begin staring at her pussy. I put my mouth to her pussy and thrust my tongue into her. Nuzzling my nose in between her vaginal lips, I start licking softly at her clitoris, making her jump sharply, every time I hit it - dead on. My eyes are on her, piercing her with the knowledge that I would taste every crevice and sample every pleasure from her body. I writhed my tongue all around her pussy, working it against her and then inside. I shoved my tongue as far into her, as I could, making little moaning sounds. I roll my tongue inside her pussy while flicking it over her clitoris time and again. While thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I thrust one finger into her anus again and start moving that too, in and out of her. Despite her revulsion, she is getting very aroused and her pussy got very wet. She begins moaning, seeing my tongue in her pussy is getting her excited, I flick my tongue over her clitoris again. After five minutes, I abruptly remove my finger from her anus and got up. I said, " Enough Morgan. Now raise your legs, until your knees touch your breasts and spread your thighs wide apart. You need to position your cunt properly to receive my cock." She raised her legs until her knees were touching her breasts and spread her thighs wide apart. Her body is almost curled up and her pussy is facing my penis upwards -- ready for me to penetrate me. I once again insert one finger into her and begin massaging her. I'm getting her moist enough to be able to penetrate her a bit easier. Pulling, pushing and spreading her lips. Getting her ready for the assault about to take place. She meekly told me, " John, I really wish to give you pleasure. But, your cock is so mammoth and powerful. It is going to kill me with pain, when it is tearing open my pussy. Can you help me a little, by applying oil on your penis and in my vagina, so that my pain would be slightly reduced? The bottle of oil is right next to the bed." I said, " No Morgan. I want to enjoy the pleasure of my cock, rubbing against your raw tight cunt, when it is being opened up roughly. So -- no oil." She is now shivering with fear, at the thought that her vagina is going to get torn by my monster penis. I knelt in front of her, between her thighs. She looked up at me and can't help but see, my most dominating feature. My rock-hard monster penis. It stood out so long and so thick. She closed her eyes and tried to focus her energy on relaxing her body to receive the monstrous appendage. I toyed with her pussy for a few minutes, jabbing the thick head of my cock against it and sliding it up and down, rubbing it in, between the lips of her pussy. I then took my enormous cock in my hand and started lightly beating it on her pussy, around her clitoris. I'm now positioned with my penis to finally penetrate her tight pussy. I begin inserting the huge bulbous head of my penis into her. Anxiously she spreads her thighs further to be able to accommodate me easier. I braced myself for the pain. I push forward a little and the purple head slowly parted her pink vaginal lips. Her lips are really being stretched. She gives a shrill scream and tosses her head side to side, flinging her black silken hair across the pillow. Her eyes are wide as the bulbous head slowly pushes into her. Her mouth opened in surprise as she gasps, " Oh God." I push a little more in. Her vaginal lips made a strange sucking sound as they closed around the crown of my cock head. I now tried to push further into her. Push as I might, I'm unable to proceed further, because her pussy is small to tight for my gigantic size. She can see my fat cock head, barely embedded in her pussy. The head my penis is about two inches long and it feels as if I had completely filled her already. She can see that I still had seven inches of cock to thrust into her. She stared at me with unbelievable shock and fear. We both knew that I would not let her go, without thrusting my full cock into her. She did not even know where she could accommodate such a huge monster. I pulled my cock out. I toyed with her wet folds and then slip my cock head in again. She groans, as it slips into her, this time considerably easier than the first time. I begin to thrust into the entrance to her pussy, with the mere head of my cock, sliding it in and out with slow gentle jabs. She is slowly stretching now. With every push, I'm able to worm my cock into her, a little further. I suddenly grab her by her knees, pushing her thighs further apart, prodding and jabbing my cock deeper into her. Three inches then four inches then all nine inches. Loud squishy sounds erupting from her pussy, as I slowly burrow into her with a short, cork-screwing motion. Five inches, her eyes rolled in their sockets as she panted and groaned. Six inches, her hair flounced about the bed, as she rolled her head about - like a mad woman. She just lay there, softly sobbing and crying out, " Oh God John...Oh God John," every few seconds. I slowly managed to shove at least seven inches of my cock into her. Three quarters of my cock is inside her now. She moaned, as the bulbous head is stretching the walls of her vagina, wider and wider, with every thrust. With a huge thrust, my cock reached her cervix. I thrust eight inches into her and my cock head slams up against her cervix. She stared at me, with her mouth open. She feels intense pain now. She pleaded with me, " John! Enough. Please stop John. No more. You have filled me with your cock. Please stop no more thrusting of your cock into me. Please......Please John......Please stop. The pain is horrible." I simply smiled MY evil smile and said, " Shhhhhh......Morgan. There is still two inches of my cock outside your cunt, which I intend to put into you and your lovely cunt has to accommodate it. Just bear the pain." Watching her petite body shake and quiver, as I slammed into her, is driving me mad with lust. She stared at me with wide eyes, as I impaled her again. I grabbed her waist, spreading her thighs even wider with my shoulders and slowly start to slide my nine inches of hard cock, in and out of her. She is gasping. She arches her back panting and moaning. She rolled her eyes and moaned every time the head of my huge cock slammed against her untouched cervix. I again pull out, until only the head remained lodged inside her. I laid myself on top of her, roughly grabbing her breasts in my hands and begin to suck and nibble upon them. She moans as I teasingly pull at her swollen nipples. I said, " Morgan......You like my big cock inside your cunt, don't you? You want me to slide it in again? " The head of my cock is still half embedded inside her. With a powerful jerk, I thrust my hips forward. She shrieked, as I slammed into her, with one hard thrust. I begin to slide those eight inches of my cock in and out of her, with slow, even strokes. She begins to pant and moan. I avoided slamming against her cervix and contented myself with long strokes instead. We continue like this for another ten minutes, both of us panting and moaning. Her tight pussy is driving me wild and soon my cock is swelling. She got a feeling that maybe I was ready to ejaculate my sperm, into her. She pleaded with me, " No John. Please do not put your seed into me. I am a widow. What will people say? Please pull out of me. I shall make you ejaculate with my hands " But her pleading is in vain. It is obvious that I wanted to plant my seed deep inside her. I stared at her. There is mad lust in my eyes. There is still three more inches of my cock that her pussy has not yet accommodated. She can see that I'm now determined to push my cock all the way into her. I again push and prod, jabbing deeper into her. I start to spread her pussy open. She screams as I thrust forward. I grabbed her shoulders, in my hands again and pull her against myself. She groans as the head of my massive cock, slams against her cervix. I push deeper into her. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading her small cervical sphincter wider and wider. She is in excruciating pain. She screams and bucks her hips. She spreads her legs as wide as possible to allow me to thrust deeper into her. I stopped jabbing and just simply pushed forward. She groans as my cock spreads her vagina wide. The back of her vagina is soft, but extremely narrow. My cock head pushing against that rubbery barricade is causing her horrific pain. But my thick and swollen bulbous cock head kept pushing into the deepest part of her vagina, with unrelenting forward pressure. Sweat is pouring off her. I'm pushing harder. She is crying & sobbing with pain now. But not caring about her pain I keep pushing my rock hard cock into her. In the midst of her pain, her pelvis is pushed into the mattress as my body weight presses against her, my bulbous cock head is stretching the cervical ring wider. The tip of my cock head is now piercing through her smallest opening, spreading her cervical ring apart, widening it for the head. She again pleaded, " John it is so painful. You are tearing me apart. Please remove your cock." Instead of listening to her pleading, I thrust my cock head into her forcefully! She gritted her teeth and stared at me with shock, then I feel the ring of her cervix glide up over and rest upon the tip of my penis. She is groaning as her virgin womb is violated by my searing manhood for the first time. We both enjoy this erotic moment as we are now one. The slimy, concave opening of her cervix feels like it's sucking on my crimson cap as she repeatedly tries to stretch it over my large engorged head. After several attempts the mucus covered ring of the external orifice dilates appropriately, relinquishing it's guardianship of your sacred feminine passage. Slowly the muscular orifice of her cervix rolls over my penis, contracting its ring behind the ridged corona of my bulbous head, locking me tight within. Once inside I slowly push into the unexplored, constrictive passage of her resisting womb; while enjoying her changing facial expressions at each stage of her inner virginal deflowering. As I advance into her womb's canal, I sense her excitement of feeling my salty seed spoiling her pristine womb for the first time. The ache causing me to swell inside the impossibly small furrowed tunnel, making passage very difficult. I push deeper until I feel the contracted internal orifice at the tip of my dick. The clenched sphincter feels impassible, a worthy sentinel guarding the inner sanctum of her undefiled abyss. With continuous gentle nuzzling and steady pressure, her desire to feel me inside is finally granted. Steadily I pry open the virginal narrow passage, ever so slowly creeping the head upward into her waiting uterus. The ring of your internal cervical orifice grips me like a taught circular band that clamps around my throbbing, bulbous cock head as it slides into the creamy cavity of her waiting uterus. Experiencing the phenomenon leaves both of us amazed that my raging cock has skewered the entirety of her dainty vagina as well as her chaste womb for the first time. We succumb to the achingly deep penetration together; the conjoined bliss of our locked bodies reeling in unbridled ecstasy. Then I feel her clench down around the intruding tip as a sudden shuddering of her body builds into the spasms of a poweful internal orgasm. Deep moans emanates from her as she writhes and squirms on my impaled member. Over and over her interior muscles repeatedly clenching and releasing my imposing girth like fingers fumbling to grasp a baton. The earth shattering orgasm releases endorphins that disperse throughout her body. As the ecstasy consumes her, she wraps her arms around my neck while looking deep into my eyes. Playfully she flicks the tip of her tongue in and out of my mouth as the pulsating of her vanquished uterus smears cum all over the tip of my cock. Deeply Locked within the confines of her spongy, soft uterus I feel myself reaching soaring heights of arousal. There the creamy tight cavity stretches around my swollen head, pulsing the tip with the spasmodic throws of a powerful orgasm. As she looks into my eyes with aching delight, she begs me to spill my warm seed deep inside her. Deeper than I have ever been or might ever be again. Though unnecessary, she softly bucks her body up and down over the impaled tip, stroking the buried cap inside her clutching uterus as she milks an orgasm from me which is building. A whirlwind of pleasure starts to overcome my body as she sucks on my lower lip. The feel of my rapid breathing and moaning makes her aware that I am about to erupt. Below the deep penetration Morgan reaches her hand up to massage my tightening scrotum. Inside, four hours of pent up testosterone is readying a torrent of semen inside my achingly full testicles. She squeezes and massages my balls, rolling them through her fingers in order to make me aware of just how desperate, she is to drain every last drop of cum from them. All the gentle pulling on the skin and kneading of the sac makes the load inside more voluminous. An intent stare from her eyes as she clamps down around the entire length of my meaty intruder. The tugging grip is more than I can bare pushing me over the edge into a massive orgasm. A chill runs up my spine as my cock stiffens uncontrollably then jerks and throbs under the grip of her slimy, penetrated cavern. The engorged tip of my cock swells uncontrollably inside the confines of the scintillating chamber. I let out a deep groan as I feel my prostate suck copious amounts of sperm from my testicles, then fire it up my shaft to her waiting chalice. Clenched around the entire length of my cock, she feels the masculine contractions of my intense orgasm and the delivery of my sperm as it rockets up my shaft. At the tip of my cock, the small lips open up depositing the initial blast of my salty seed into her clenched, virginal womb. It squirts against the roof of her cervix, splashing into her fallopian tubes, then cascades down around the buried tip. Immediately following is a thunderous surge of warm thick cum that deposits deep inside her. A faint sigh tells me that she feels the warm jets of erupting cum paint the interior walls of her waiting womb. I briefly hear her exclaim " Fill me up baby!" as yet another spasmodic contraction discharges copious amounts of the warm pearlescent molasses. I look into her eyes as I continue to defile her womb, ejaculating long ropes of my milky seed inside her. Finally, I fire the last creamy charge of cum within her, draping the sticky sweetness all over the walls of her waiting uterus. My orgasm fills her with the most bountiful load of sperm I've ever shot. The feeling is so overwhelming she collapses under me and kisses me deeply as I quiver in the aftershocks of a violent orgasm. As I start to cool down, her uterus pushes my diminishing cock from its tight confines, closing quickly behind me in order to seal the inseminated cavity. A hand guided to just below her stomach tells me, she feels the warm globs of cum pooling inside her now clenched uterus. Ever so slowly I feel my softening cock retract into her cervical canal before it is finally expelled through the tight ring of her cervix. There inside her vagina is an engulfing warmth that caresses my shrinking erection. An aching heat that seems to thank me for depositing all that gooey sperm inside her. A little nibble on my lower lip becomes a French kiss as we both glow in the blissful aftermath of our orgasms. We giggle for a moment as Morgan lays under me, her pussy dislodges all nine inches of my spent cock. I had expected a viscous discharge of my semen to leak out from her cervix, then drip its way down her vagina before gushing forth from her flared labia, but I witnessed none. In fact, not a single drop of cum is released. Her uterus has swallowed the entire milky ejaculation and would not release so much as a single drop. She attests to that fact by telling me, she can feel the warmth of my cum as it swishes around, deep inside her. Luckily I know Morgan is on the pill and therefore have no concerns with letting her keep some of my cum. Morgan stared at me with awe! Despite her pain, she is amazed at my manliness. Amazed at what I had done to her. She is simply awe-struck that I had managed to thrust nine inch cock through her vagina and into her cervix, so deep inside her. Despite the fact of what I'm doing to her is aggressive animal sex, yet as a woman, she is thrilled at experiencing primal sex and being able accommodate my monstrous cock, so deep in her womb for the first time in her life. She is excited that she was able to give pleasure to such a virile man. Exquisitely pleasurable sensations are developing deep in her, where my cock was embedded in her womb. Among such sensuous feelings, she gradually decided to forget the fact that I was her first man since her husband's death. She stared with a new found passion at me. Later that night I decided I would take her ass. My cock is hard and dripping pre-cum. I knew she would protest. She'd conceded to fingers, but when I rubbed my cock over her pursed rosebud, she tried to squirm away, trying to leave me to finish myself off in the shower. I reached my other hand to rub her dripping pussy, and hear again that special moan of surrender. I lean in to lick her wet pussy, fingers slowly moving in and out of her asshole. She gasps as my mouth covered her clit, tongue flicking in the same rhythm as my fingers. Her thighs quivering around my face, as she moans continuously. I feel her tense, and softly nipped at her swollen clit. She gave a sudden small scream before I feel her pussy gush over my face and her asshole contract around my fingers. I continue sliding my fingers in and out as she released the headboard, allowing her head and chest to fall to the bed, knees still spread and ass still raised up in the air. As she panted, I move behind her, pressing my cock into her wet pussy, pushing deep her before pulling it back and thrusting in and out. She moans in surrender, allowing me to gain my pleasure again. I slowly withdrew my fingers, then my cock. Her eyes are closed, but I hear her soft cry of protest as I spread the slick lube over my cock. I knew she would feel the brief chill of the lube at her still puckering hole, and worried she might suspect, but she simply sighed when she feels my fingers slipping in and out to spread it around. She didn't make an initial protest when I press the tip of my cock against her shiny red hole. Perhaps she thought I was simply probing with three fingers instead of two. It wasn't until the head of my cock pushed in with a slight pop that she became aware of her position. She pushed against the bed up onto her hands, turning her head to look back at me. She can see me looking at the head of my cock surrounded by the tight ring of her asshole. She said sharply, " No, John!" and tried to crawl forward, but I'm too quick. I lean over her, placing my hands on her shoulders, before wrapping a fist with her hair. I pull her head back, stretching her neck and causing her breasts to softly rock, then whispered, " I'm going to fuck your ass." She shook her head and whimpered, too tense and stretched for coherent words, but I simply repeated, " I'm going to fuck your ass." Then, releasing her hair, I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and with a steady pressure, urged her head and chest back onto the pillows. Morgan is tense and panting, but she stayed in place when I removed my hand and lifted again to look at the tip of my cock in her ass. I placed my hands on her hips and hear her gasp as I push forward. I feel the rubbery ridge of her sphincter tight and unforgiving. I place my hands on the bed on either side of her, leaning over to kiss and lick her neck. " Relax, baby. Open for me," I keep repeating between kisses. I move her right hand to her wet pussy, saying, " Rub it baby. Make it feel good." Her hand is over hers as she pressed her palm to her clit, rubbing back and forth. Then my hand is pinching her nipples. I feel her shoulders relax, and then a sudden lurch forward as her tight hole widened and the tip of my cock pushes deeper. She gasps and moans, rubbing faster at her pussy. I lifted again to look at my cock, now a good two inches in her tight asshole. I grabbed her hips, watching my fat cock slowly move deeper and deeper into the grip of her ass. Morgan is amazed at the flare of my cock—how it widened to spread her pussy when I'm completely inside her. Now, with one final push, I'm all the way in, my balls pressing against her wet pussy, my cock stretching her asshole unbearably wide. Morgan gave a sharp agonizing moan and I can't help leaning to her ear again to say, " You feel my cock all the way in your ass?" She nodded, and I continued, " You're first time...your a good girl for letting me fuck your ass." She simply whimpered. When I came up on my knees again, I took the lube, squeezing generously at the tight hole surrounding my cock. There is a loud gasp as I slowly pull my cock back a mere inch or two, and another distinct moan as I push back in. Her asshole is hot and tight. I gritted my teeth and hissed with pleasure as I move in and out, lengthening the thrusts. I lean forward, hips still piston in and out, I begin flicking and pinching her hard nipples. " You love my cock in your ass, don't you?" I panted in her ear. Her voice is strained and cracking when she said, " Yes! Please don't stop." I reach my hand to cover hers, still rubbing over her clit. I slide her hand down, pushing two of her fingers and two of mine into her dripping pussy. I feel my thrusting cock back and forth, through the thin membrane that separated her pussy and ass. She gave an unearthly moan, and then tensed, before beginning to shake and come. Her pussy spurted and I feel her ass convulsing around my cock. I sat back on my heels, gritting my teeth again, feeling the nearly unbearable pleasure around my cock. I gripped her hips, moving my cock in and out of her ass faster and harder. My balls slapping against her drenched pussy, and she lay supple and submissive under me. I pull all the way back, seeing her tight hole open like a hungry little mouth before slamming my cock back into her ass. I feel her lift herself, grasping the headboard again, as my balls tightened at the stretch of her back. She began to push back against his cock, wanting it even deeper in her ass, whimpering and moaning as he stretched her wider. He leaned over her extended body, one hand pressing again into her sopping pussy as he bit at her shoulders. He felt her lower back dip, allowing him to press even deeper, and then gave shout when her felt the walls of her ass contracting around his cock. He felt a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain as his cock sprayed cum in her ass. He lay sprawled over her back, both panting and gasping. He pulled her with him as he turned onto his side, his softening cock still in her ass. He felt her hips unconsciously move as he kissed her neck, fingers gently rubbing her nipples. Every few minutes a shudder would move through her body, he'd hear a whispery moan. He continued the soft, slow movements of his hands. When he used his hands to draw her knees up, she moaned again, and then sharply gasped as she felt his cock growing in her ass. "You're such a good girl," he whispered, as his hips began to pump again."Oh no. Not again," I said. I exploded in her ass, shooting load after load into her. Then I pull out of her and she collapses on the bed. Morgan got up and walked slowly to the bathroom and got ready for a shower. Under my gaze. Turning the water on and letting her robe open, my eyes looked upon her smooth skin with lust. The curves of her breasts hanging forward, the brown nipples at the very tips. The lower soft turn of her stomach rolling down towards a bare cleft, the darker skin of her outer labia in contrast with her delicate white skin. Morgan glanced in the mirror as she hung her robe on the hook; her eyes sparkled back beneath shoulder length blonde hair. Her small but firm breasts rising to small brown nipples met her gaze; she stepped into the water and pulled the curtain closed. Letting the hot water roll over her skin relaxed Morgan, the room quickly filled with steam as she slowly lathered her hair up and begins to caress her skin with a body wash. As she leaned back to rinse her hair her hands rose over her breasts feeling the nipples harden under her touch, as if by instinct she rolled her nipples between her fingers enjoying the soapy slippery feel on her skin. Momentarily lost in the feel of hot water and her hands, Morgan knew but didn’t do anything for the growing feeling between her legs. She is still enjoying the euphoria we created for each other. Her life goes on. Only that she will continue to surrender to the raunchy animal sex and to my huge cock, her body craves and responds to me. As a woman she is completely satisfied.
Title: 38 DD Attack Tags: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Males / Female, Oral Sex Introduction: from "Hardcore Erotica: Volume 1" By Michael Venice (available on Amazon, BN.com and Smashwords) Content: Karin is known as the girl with the best tits in the office. At 6 feet, her heavy 22 year old double D tits would sway right in front of my face. She has long legs and a soft round face. Karin didn’t talk much which only added to her allure. Karin’s voice is soft, which is a contradiction to her tight and tall body. While Karin’s tits are not just huge, they are perky as well. And while Karin is a wall flower, she knew how to perfectly display the size of her incredible rack. He assassin’s suit, so to speak is a tight black shirt which outlined her double D globes. When the office got cold, her pencil eraser hard nipples would poke and announce themselves to the office. Needless to say, everyone turned to their heads when Karin walked by. Karin however, never really seemed to notice. I noticed. However, it is hard to make a connection with the girl. My first try, wasn’t so great. Since Karin was in charge of scheduling meetings with the client, I would ask her work related stuff. She would reply like an automated machine and then walk back to her desk. Any attempt at a social conversation just went nowhere. “So, um, where did you go to college?” I’d ask her. She would say “USC.” and then that was it. It was like she was under cross-examination. I got the feeling that Karin was maybe a little shy or scared of talking to people in the office. Other guys would try to chat her up just to get a mumbling response. Then, one day, out of the blue, I got a call about a research trip to a chain of hotels for our new client. The Chateau Suites is a chain of “affordable luxury” suites. And I was one of the people picked for the assignment. Karin was asked to come and take notes. That seemed kind of weird since Karin never really goes on these trips. To save on taking six cars to one of the hotels, the agency booked one of those white shuttle buses. I really like these scouting trips. It nice to get out of the office without the pressures of a big meeting. It didn’t occur to me that Karin was coming until she got into the bus. And this time, she was wearing a white t-shirt. I thought her skin tight black shirt was incredible. This white shirt amplified her incredible tits by ten! Karin walked into the bus, the sun hit through the shirt, outlining her body. When Karin leaned over to look for a spare seat, the outline of her 38DD tits came into full view. My dick is completely hard. My face is red. Then Karin looked over to me. “Is this seat taken?” Karin asks. I couldn’t even respond. I became as shy and tigh lipped as Karin. “Oh yeah.” I said. “It is?!” Karin says. “I no. No.” I said. “It’s not taken.” Those tits don’t have me thinking straight. Karin sits down next to me. I can feel her body warmth next to me. My face is red but Karin doesn’t really notice. She looks down at her backpack and takes out her iPad. All I can do is catch the glances of those magnificent tits. The shuttle bus takes off and Karin’s tits begin to jiggle as the shuttle bus pulls out of the office parking lot. Now, I don’t want this trip to end. LA traffic means we should be i the shuttle bus for maybe 30 or 40 minutes. That gives me more than enough time to think up something clever. Sadly, I couldn’t come up with anything. I tried making small talk about the client. Karin would nod or give me the minimum amount of words. It didn’t bother me too much though. I just sat next to her and stared at those tits. God, I wanted to squeeze them so badly. Just tweak those incredibly hard nipples. We arrived at the Chateau Suites. I tried my best to stay close to Karin. Just to be close to those tits. The shuttle bus arrives at the Chateau Suites. I almost forgot about Karin to admire the neo-Classic French design. There are eight of us from the agency. We walk into one of the suites. I walk behind Karin and notice that she has a great ass as well. Damn, does this young woman have any flaws on her? “We have these six rooms open here so feel free to walk around take photos and notes.” The hotel brand manager tells us. “You will be able to see all of the floor plans which we offer.” Just like that the agency people began to wandered off into the different suites. I forgot all about Karin and began walking into the suites. I was impressed with the different layouts and designs. I walked into the bathroom of one of the suites and smiled at the bidet and the shell sinks. Then I feel someone else in the bathroom. I turn around and there is Karin. This is so weird because this is the first time ever that Karin has ever approached me. I felt completely off guard. “These are nice.” She says. I naturally, am unable to string together a cohesive sentence with those tits in front of me. I try my best to mumble something. “Yeah, check out the bedroom.” I say. I walk pasted Karin and feel her tits against my chest. Wow. Oh my fucking God. I body is red hot. I am breathing through my mouth. We walk into the bedroom. Karin looks at the bed. “This is gorgeous. I wish I had this in my apartment.” Karin says. “Sit down.” I tell her. Karin sits down. her tits bounce slightly. Karin lies down. Her tits and giant mounds pointing upward. I am completely hard. Karin tries to get up from the bed. She reaches out. I hold out my hand to help her up. But I spend so much time staring at her tits that I fall into the bed with her. I can feel her tits on my chest. We stare at each other. I can feel my hard cock against her thigh. Karin looks at me and say nothing. Then I feel Karin slowly slide her thigh up and down my cock. I don’t know if she is doing this by accident or what. I slowly run my hands up her side. Karin slides her thigh up and down my cock some more. Now, I know she likes this. I run my hand up from her side to the bottom of her tits. Then I run my fingers over her huge rack. Karin arches her head back on the pillow. Her long neck exposed. I kiss her neck. “Yes.” She says softly. I squeeze her tits. She squeeze her tits with ehr hands as well. Her tits are firm and warm. I tweak her huge nipples. “You like that?” I asks her. “Tweak them harder.” She says. I lift up her shirt. Karin is wearing a white lace bra. Her tan tits and heaving. I rub her tits. My dick is throbbing. Karin’s body shakes slightly. “Fuck. Fuck.” I all Karin can say. I’m breathing too hard to say anything. I lie down and reach behind Karin to unhook her bra. I unhook the bra and unleash the double D rack that has driven me crazy for over a year. They are better than I imaged. Her nipples and large, harder and thicker that I thought. I hold her tits with both of my hands and just stare at them for a second. I slowly lower my head to her right breast and begin to lick her hard nipple. I lick around the nipple. Karin moans. Then I begin to suck. Then lick and suck. I sucked her right tit for a full minute and then realized there another tit to play with. I suck on her left tit while tweaking her right nipple. Karin grabs my ass and pushes my crotch begin her legs. I begin to grind her as I continue sucking her left nipple. I look at both of her tits, wet with my saliva. Then I grab both tits and begin to quickly suck on both nipples, switch between each one every, ten seconds, then every five seconds and then every second. “Suck off my fucking tits!” Karin says loudly. I keep going. Licking side to side. Licking up and down. I am hyperventaling. I stop to catch my breath Karin kisses me and begins to unbutton my shirt. I squeeze her tits while I feel the fingers run up and down my chest. Karin now begins to play with my nipples. She licks my right nipple. I lie down and Karin continues to lick and suck my right nipple while playing with my left nipple. I play with her heavy tits, pulling her hard nipples. Karin sucks on my left nipple now. I push her tits together and try to rub them against my hard cock, which is still in my pants. Karin plays with my nipples while kissing my stomach. Karin’s tits continue to rub against my cock. Karin looks at me and smiles. She begins to stroke her chest up and down my cock. Then Karin hands slowly rub down my stomach and toward my pants. Karin unbuttons my pants. She pulls down my boxers and my hard cock and throbbing right ober her lips. She kisses the top of my cock. She grabs the base of my penis and begins to slowly lick squeeze her tits. Now, Karin is licking and sucking. Her head begins to bob slowly up and down. I am trying my best not to cum. I close my eyes and squeeze her tits and then rub her hair. She begins to suck faster and harder. Karin takes my entire dick into her mouth. She goes balls deep. Push her head down as she maintains for a good five seconds. Then she comes up for some air. Karin moves her head down and begins to play with my balls. She licks my sack and begins to suck them. I hold my dick just to prevent myself from cumming all over her hair. Then Karin lifts her head up and smiles. I can see her big heavy tits again. She takes her hands and grab my dick and puts her between her massive rack. I help close her tits around my dick and she begins to give me the best tit-fuck ever. My wet dick slowly slides up and down the 38 DD rack of this hot 22 year old. The head of my cock disappears into the massive mounds as she slides in a nice rhythm. She looks and me and I look at her. It’s the first time we have really made extended eye contacts. “You like that?” Karin asks. “I could play with your tits all day.” I tell her. She smiles. “I’d like that.” Karin says. She looks down and begins to tit-fuck me faster and faster. I turn her over so she can lie on her back. I grab her tits and continue to tit-fuck her. Karin’s face is blushing. She holds her tits. The massive breast consume my cock. I tweak her nipples. I am afraid that I might be hurting her too much with the tweaking. “Is it okay to tweak them like that?” I ask. “Tweak the fuck out of them.” She says. Wow. This girl looks to have her nipples worked out. I tweak and pinch and rub while I slide my cock between her double Ds. I feel like I’m ready to come so I stop. I grab her tits and begin to kiss her stomach. I unbutton her pants and look at her black thong panties. Then I pull them off to reveal her trim pubic hair and luscious pussy. I grab her thighs and begin to kiss her lower and lower. She moans slightly. I kiss and lick her inner thigh while I rub her pussy. I lick her pussy. I can feel her arching her back. “Oh yeah. Karin says as she sits up. I lie down and Karin is sitting on my face. I continue to work my tongue in between her legs while grabbing her hard ass. Karin grinds on my face. I look up and sees those incredible double D tits, wet hard nipples bouncing around. It just makes me lick and suck her hard. I feels Karin turn to the side and stroke my dick and my balls. I grab her thigh and begin to quickly run my tongue across her pussy lips. She moans squeeze my dick. I feels her body quiver. Karin falls off of me holding her hands between her legs. “Of my fucking God.” She moans. I get up. I look around. I realize the door has been open the entire time. I quickly close it. Karin is lying on her side stroking herself. I hold me hard dick ready to fuck. I climb back on the bed. Dammit, she is so hot. Her tits are squeezed together as she continues to hold and stroke her pussy. I notice her tight stomach and begin to rub my cock against it. She takes both hands and plays with her tits while I rub her flat belly. She pushes her right tit up against her mouth and begins to suck her own nipple. Fuck. That almost makes me cum right there. I stop humping her stomach just to watch her suck off her own right tit. Then I begin to lick her left nipple and together we have a nice little tit sucking party. We switch breast. She begins to suck her right tit while I lick, suck and nibble on her massive left breast. I use both of my hands on her left tit alone and I have a hard time getting a hold of those massively perky double Ds. My dick happily humps her muscular left thigh. Karin grabs my ass and says, “Put it inside of me.” She with a growl. “You want it slow or hard?” I ask. “Just put that hard dick inside of me...please.” She says. I take my dick and slowly put it inside of her. It is so fucking tight. Karin looks at me like some sort of caged animal. I start slowly. Karin tits juggle which makes me want to start pounding. But the feeling of her tight pussy is so nice, I want to savor every stroke. I lean in and kiss her. Karin sticks her tongue into my mouth. Her tits pressed against my chest. I fuck the 22 year old with a nice rhythm, increasing in speed a little bit at a time. She moans in approval. I kiss her cheek and begin to lick her ear. “Your pussy feels so good.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says. “I want you to pound me.” She says. I put my hands on the bed and begin thrusting into her. She grabs the brass backboard. I pounding until the bed begins to shake. Karin bangs her head up and down the pillow. “Fuck. yes. Fucking destroy me!” She screams. I’m nervous that the other employees will heard but I can’t stop. That pussy. Those tits. That young blushing face. I pound harder and harder and then I fall on top of her. My dick is still throbbing. Karin puts me on my back and then gets on top of me. She sits on my dick and licks her finger tips. Then the six foot, double D babe begins to rock and grind on my dick while playing with my nipples. Her brown locks dip around her face as he bites her lower lip. I rub her round tight as as she bobs up and down on my hard dick. Damn, Karin knows how to play with my nipples. I can feel my whole body tingle. “Lean over.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says. “You want more titty.” She purrs. “Oh hell yeah.” And just like that, I get two 38 inch globes in my face. Karin rubs and jiggles her double D across my mouth. I stick my tongue out licking all the tit I can get in front of my lips. I feel those fucking hard nipple and catch her left tit with my mouth. I begin to suck and pound while grabbing her ass. My dick wants to cum so hard. I close my eyes to try to stop thinking about cumming because I’m not finished exploring Karin’s fantastic body. I dig my finger nails into Karin hard ass. “Lemme take you from behind.” I tell her. Se doesn’t need me to tell her twice. Karin gets off of me. This six-foot, big-titted dick destroy puts her ass up in the ass and places her face down into pillow. She turns to her side. I stroke my cock. I take a moment and just stare at this incredible ass. I slap my dick against he right butt cheek. Karin rubs herself. I take a free hand and play with her big tits. Then I slap my dick on her other ass. Then I get behind Karin and enter her from behind. Karin’s ass is a delight to stare at. I begin pounding her from behind. I smack her ass. “Fucking take it.” I tell her. She grabs the headboard. Her six foot body is stretched like she is bound to some sort of torture rack. I marvel at her beautiful, firm, muscular back and arms. She is so tight in the right places and so round in soft in the other places. My biggest problem is alternating my grabbing hands between her big bouncing tits or her firm ass. I finally lie on top of hard and go balls deep into her pussy. I grind and grind. Then I pull her hair to the side and kiss her long neck. Karin purrs as I lick her neck and bite her shoulders. “Pull my hair.” She moans. “Pull my hair.” I grab her long, brown hair and pull. Her neck arches back as I lean up and begin to pound her hard from behind. Her moans turn to screams. Karin begins to pound the pillow with her fist. “Fuck. Fuck!” She scream. Dammit. My dick is about to explode. I stop and turn her over. I pull out and hold my dick. Karin leans over and takes my entire dick in my mouth. I fall back onto the bed as she rockets her head up and down my cock. I don’t want to cum but Karin won’t stop sucking me off. I try to lean up and Karin pushes me down. She sucks and sucks. I grab her head and help her slide up and down my cock. I scream. I pump a load of cum into her mouth. And another. And another. I have never cum so hard in my life. My balls explode as the cum continues to shoot into her warm mouth. I pump six times into her mouth. My body collapses in exhaustion. Karin slowly removes her mouth from my dick. She opens her mouth slightly. I watch her as she swallows my entire fucking load. Her throat pulsates. Karin takes her fingers and slides the rest of my load into her mouth. Karin slides her hand up and down my cock slowly. She massages my balls. I look at her. I don’t know what to say. I just look at this perfectly toned, six foot, double D babe as she rubs me down and looks me in the eye. “Wow.” Is all I could say. Karin smiles. “Wow.” Is all she could say in return. “You made me cum really fucking hard.” She adds. “I don’t think my balls have ever been drained like that before.” I add. She looks at my cock. She begins to slowly suck in it. My dick is so sensitive that my body jolts. “I love your cock.” Karin tells me. “I love your tits.” Then Karin playfully puts her massive tits between my cock. “I think they should be friends for a long, long time.” She smiles. I just take a second to marvel at the site of my dick between those perfect tits. Karin smiles. Then I ask her. “You know, we’ve never really talked.” I said. “I’m not good with words.” She tells me. We don’t talk much for the next five minutes. In a way, we are both shy. Both sex hungry. And both enjoy playing with and testing the sexual limits of our bodies. We walk into the shower. Dammit, the site of this tall drink of hotness walking naked into the shower is a site to behold. Her long stride and swaying hips perfectly compliment her heavy yet, perky bouncing double D tits. We enter the shower and begin to slowly soap and wash each other off. “You know, with Chateau Suites as our client, we will have access to any spare hotel rooms for research.” She tells me. I smile and squeeze Karin’s massive, soapy tits from behind. “I think we need to spend lots of afternoons doing some research here.”
Title: 39 R & R GOES FAR 40 WAIT 'N RATE Tags: True Story, Boy, Romance, School, Virginity, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he Content: [b]39 R & R GOES FAR The Tigers are back. The Cubs remember and respect the Tigers. Michael and Karim return. “Karim, I don’t want you pitching today. Let’s be safe and wait ‘til next game for that…. Jose, I want you to coach today.” “All right! I’ve been wondering if you’d give me a chance.” “Without Karim pitching, Michael pitches three innings and then you the last three.” Sean spends time with each parent present, even some Tiger parents. Every Tiger good play receives cheers. The Cubs win easily, 21-3, as everyone thoroughly enjoys playing. 40 WAIT ‘N RATE Maria and Jeff spend the entire recess at school together. “Maria, we need to figure out a place we can have privacy.” “I’ve been trying to figure out something too, but can’t.” “I want to do so much more with you.” “Jeff, mama had the talk with me.” “The birds and the bees, huh. I just got that too. My mom heard me have an orgasm; maybe I should call it a bonergasm.” Laughing, “You’re kidding! Aren’t you? I never would let mama hear me.” “I didn’t give it any thought. I just relived our time alone when I went to bed. All of a sudden Big Jeff went wild again.” “I’m flattered, but your mom must have been upset, to put it mildly.” “No, she was wonderful, happy for me!” “That’s way cool! You’re so lucky.” “So what do you want to do, Maria, if we get some privacy?” “I want you to masturbate me.” “Oh, wow, I didn’t even think of doing you. I’m sorry…. Guys talk about mouth stuff and of going all the way.” “I hope you’re not just another guy!” “Oh dear! I offended you,” almost in tears. “I think about that stuff too. I wouldn’t want to try it with anyone but you. But mama says I need to get married before doing that.” “Well, let’s get married, Maria.” Laughing, “You sound serious. Jeff, I love you. That would be fantastic sleeping in the same bed with you and doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted…. Mama makes Roberto wait, and they’re in their thirties!” “I don’t understand that.” “She says it’s what God wants, so it’s very important to her.” “It sounds stupid to me. But I will wait for you as long as it takes.” “I just knew you would say that. I know you really mean it. I wish we were married already!”
Title: 3D Radio Tags: Science-Fiction, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Masturbation, Mind Control, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Written by women Introduction: A scientist discovers more than she was looking for. Content: My pen-name is Rachael Wright, and I love sexual fantasies. I began enjoying them when I was teen, and I married a man who learned to enjoy them with me. Eventually I started jotting down the ideas so that I could put a favorite fantasy aside for awhile, knowing that I’d be able to come back to it again later. Then my cousin (pen-name Anne Wright) wrote a sex-advice book that included an explanation of why sexual fantasy isn’t the same thing as lust. I got involved in that book by proof-reading and making suggestions, and to my surprise, Anne decided to use my fantasy notes as the basis for a sex fantasy cookbook, which is the last chapter of the book, and will soon be a web site. This is my first attempt to write a short story based on one of my fantasies. If you like it, please let me know, and perhaps I’ll write another. If anyone else would like to write stories based on the 3D-Radio concept in this story, please do! I’d love to read them! * * It began on the three hundredth and first day of experimentation after previous months of research and planning to test a theory that could create a reliable lie-detector by monitoring brainwaves. My basic idea was to send two radio waves through the brain of a person while they were being questioned, and examine the harmonic-resonance variations and correlate them to whether the person was answering truthfully or not. There’s a lot of money at stake for the best patent for a scientifically robust lie-detector, and I had been hired specially to test this theory of mine. While the idea was simple, the execution was not. The transmitters and monitoring equipment had to be created just for this experiment, and it could take many, many months of scanning to find any useful frequencies, if there were any to be found. One transmitter would be set on a stable frequency, and the other would escalate from the minimum test frequency to the maximum test frequency in millimeter increments. ~~~ It was late in the afternoon, and my assistant Marilyn had been out sick. She and Bill usually rotated the role of test-subject, but today Bill had been doing it all day and was tired. Bill, I should mention, likes to whine. “May I take a bathroom break again?” Bill asked. “Put a sock in it, Bill, you just went a half hour ago,” I said as my attention was captured by some harmonic patterns I had not seen before. Any time that happens, there’s a potential for a positive correlation. Bill made no further comment, and it was unusual for him to give up after only one whine, so that may have been why I spent a glance in his direction. He looked confused. “Is there something else wrong?” I asked, meaning, “Let’s get this complaint over with.” “Uh, put a sock in what?” Bill asked. “In your mouth, Bill,” I sighed with disgust. I started to turn back to my monitor, but Bill started to sit up. Maybe he really did need to pee. Bill, however, took off a shoe, removed a sock, and put it in his mouth. I folded my arms and watched, trying to figure out why he was doing this in lieu of his usual griping. When he just sat there for awhile with the sock in his mouth, I got exasperated. “Take the sock out of your mouth, sit back, and get ready for the next question.” Bill took the sock out of his mouth and sat back, but had a uncharacteristically blank look on his face. “Sit up, Bill,” I said, planning to offer to let him go to the bathroom. He sat up, but he still had that blank look, and said nothing. Very uncharacteristic. “Bill, do you need to go to the bathroom?” “No ma’am,” he replied without looking at me. I froze. The implications of what I had just heard were enormous. “Bill did you need to go to the bathroom when you last asked for a bathroom break?” “No ma’am.” Could this be? “Bill, when you last asked for a bathroom break, were you trying to deceive me?” “Yes, ma’am.” “How were you trying to deceive me?” “I asked for a bathroom break even though I didn’t need to use the bathroom because I was hoping you would think I really needed to and let me go. I was really just bored and I wanted to get up.” I pondered Bill’s last few responses. His head wasn’t near the transmitter’s electrodes, but was only a couple of few away from it. “Bill, you’re fired.” No reaction, but then, I made a statement. I hadn’t asked him a question or asked him to do anything. “Sit back, Bill.” He did, and another tact hit me. “Bill, do you live in Topeka?” “No ma’am.” Aha! “Bill, that’s a question you’re been trained to answer yes to, even though you know it’s false. You’ve been answering yes to that question for months. Why did you answer differently this time?” “I don’t know.” Still that blank look. “Bill stick your finger in your ear.” “Which finger?” Bill asked. “You left index finger, Bill.” “Which ear?” “Your left ear, Bill.” Bill stuck his finger in his ear and left it there. I looked at a timer and jotted down the time. After five minutes with Bill not moving, I told him to put his hand down, and he did without a word. It appeared that one or both of the radio frequencies was resulting not in lie detection, but in both lie suppression and a remarkable level of submissiveness. My mind reeled with questions: How long will it take to react to this discovery and revise the testing methodology? Why was I not either not affected or not affected as much? How would my company react? With a dangerously large potential for abuse, could I successfully hide this from my company? If I could hide this from my company, should I? Well, there was definitely no hiding it. Bill is a blabbermouth. I sighed, jot down the equipment’s settings, and turned off the transmitter. This was quite a breakthrough, even if not the one sought, and it was late enough to call it a day and spend the rest of it thinking about all the new questions. “What are you waiting for?” Bill asked. “What do you mean?” I said. “Aren’t you going to play some questions for me to answer on the new setting?” I studied his face. Normal. No more blank stare. “Bill, what do you remember of the last few minutes?” “I asked if I could go to the bathroom, and you didn’t answer. Then I noticed it was taking longer than usual for you to play a set of questions. Why?” I’m pretty sure my eyebrows went up. “What do you say we call it day?” “Uh, sure, no complaints from me.” “What time do you plan to come tomorrow?” “Uh, 9 o’clock, same as usual? That okay?” “Okay, see you then. Go ahead and talk off.” “You don’t have to ask me twice!” he replied and hurried out. Marilyn was out the following day as well, which allowed me to test what I had decided overnight was the most urgent issue: Bill’s ability to recall anything from a time period when he was subjected to the frequencies I had used the day before. He had absolutely no recall. I was careful not to keep him in the dark too long in any single session, so that he wouldn’t notice what would seem to him as missing time periods. He did notice that I removed the clock from the wall, and complained, but to no avail. I also determined that the effects I had discovered required both frequencies, both within a very narrow range, but still wide enough that I could consider increasing the test increments by 5 millimeters, allowing me to cut the broad scan range by a factor of 80%. And I determined that the range of the effect varied with the power output of the transmitters, which wasn’t a surprise, and that the effect was either on or off, which did surprise me. It must have some kind of cascade threshold. In my mind, I referred to the special frequency combination as the Alpha frequencies, expecting that there might be more with the same or similar effects, and I would identify them by other Greek letters. When Marilyn came back, I gave Bill the day off with pay. For once, he didn’t complain. I started testing Marilyn on the Alpha freqs, but they had no effect. Odd, I thought, male and female brains weren’t supposed to be very different physically. A single frequency would be easy to test up and down, but making changes to a combination could quite some time to investigate. Since Marilyn had already been subjected to half the frequencies lower than the Alpha frequency, I continued adjusting them upward. In mid-afternoon, I found a Beta set of frequencies that created the same effects in Marilyn that I had observed in Bill. Marilyn and Bill used to both work from 9 to 5, but I couldn’t do my new experiments while they were both there, so I changed Marilyn to a 6-2 shift and Bill to a Noon to 8 shift for a couple of weeks to give me maximum experimentation time without arousing suspicions too much. I encouraged both of them to take off as much time as they wanted for personal reasons, and whenever they did, I looked for casual volunteers in the company cafeteria. There might be many other frequencies with notable effects, but at the end of those two weeks, I had answered all my technical questions. I was still in a quandary about how to hide my discovery, if I should hide it, or if I should post it all on the Internet so that everyone would be on a level playing field. That would also allow other people to develop tin-foil hat technology to block at least one of these frequencies, and I was leaning toward that alternative. Before I made a decision about that, however, I wanted to do a little field testing. ~~~ “Honey, I’m home!” “Hi Rachel, you’re home early! Well, compared to the last week or so.” I kissed my husband and replied, “Well, things have been going well at the office lately, and I’m going to switch back to normal hours, I think.” “That’s great! Are you hungry?” “Sort of,” I replied, slipping my hand into my purse. “Would you…” Robert didn’t finish his sentence, and his face went blank. “Robert, do you masturbate?” “Yes.” “How often?” “Every day or two. Sometimes twice a day.” I knew Robert had been masturbating as long as we had been married, because he wasn’t as good at hiding the evidence as he thought he was. He’s always been rather private with his inner thoughts, and when I once asked him years before if he masturbated, he replied indignantly that he most certainly did not. I turned off the dual-frequency transmitter in my purse. “…like me to fix you a sandwich or something?” I turned the radio back on. “Take off your clothes, Robert.” Robert stripped quickly and without a word. I stood there and admired him for a moment before continuing. “Show me how you masturbate.” Robert put his hand on his cock and started stroking it, then licked his hand and continued, and got hard in a hurry. “Take my clothes off.” Robert tried to take my clothes off with one hand until I told him to quit masturbating, and then he got me undressed. “Follow me,” I ordered and marched to the casual dining room carrying my purse, and with Robert close behind. I climbed onto the table and spread my legs. “Eat me, Robert,” I commanded, and he pulled up a chair and started licking me. Now Robert has always been good at eating pussy, but he never wanted to have sex anywhere but in our bed. And if there was anything he was fastidious about, it was the dining room table where we usually ate. It usually take me awhile to really begin to relax, but this time I did in record time, and l rested my legs by draping them over Robert’s shoulders. I could see the kitchen clock from the table. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. For twenty minutes, Robert had been slurping my clit, and I was building toward an eruption the entire time. He kept licking as the first mind-numbing wave of orgasm convulsed my body, and he didn’t even slow down. I was moaning, groaning, and thrashing, and when I sensed I was coming down, I ordered Robert to fuck me. A moment later, Robert was pounding his cock into my pussy as far as it would go, and I screamed in pleasure. I had noticed in the early minutes of his licking me that his shaft was hard, as it usually was when he ate me, and was very glad that the brain-neutral gear he was in didn’t turn off that autonomic function. By which I mean he was a fucking animal, literally. I was loving the way we were rocking the table, expecting it to splinter under me at any minute, but it held up for the entire ordeal. Then I noticed that even though he was fucking the daylights out of me, he still had a blank look on his face. I pondered what I could say, or command, and feel totally foolish when I ordered him to “enjoy fucking me.” It seemed like a foolish thing when heard myself say it, but it worked even better than I had hoped. Now he sounded like an animal. Next I wondered if he was capable of having an orgasm in his current state, or if I could order him to have one. After five minutes of pounding, it was starting to hurt, so I told him to have an orgasm. If it didn’t work, I’d just tell him to stop fucking me so hard, but it did work. And he screamed like a banshee. His pumping slowed down, but became even more forceful, and I could feel his hot spunk filling my cunt. It actually felt soothing to my sore A-spot. Robert looked as blank as I imagine a man can when he’s panting hard and gasping for breath. I remember thinking it was too bad he probably wasn’t going to remember this. He stayed inside me until I told him to step back, and he just stood there as I sat up, scooted back on the table and let his juice drain onto the table. I noted that he was also dripping on the floor. “Get a kitchen towel and dry off your dick,” I ordered. He obeyed, but he didn’t return. I panicked, thinking he might get out of range of the transmitter, and I grabbed it out my purse and turned up the power to max. Fortunately, he got the cloth from on a few meters away, so I could easily order him to come back with a clean towel for me, and cleaning the floor with his towel as he went. I don’t know why I didn’t just jump up from the table with my purse and follow him, but I guess I really wanted to stay on the table longer. I sat there enjoying the feeling of his goo leaking out of me, and I leaned over to look at it as well as I could. It was a beautiful sight. I took the towel and rose off the table before using the towel on myself, leaving a puddle on the table. I started to wipe it up, then I started to tell Robert to. I changed my mind again, however. “Lick it up, Robert.” Robert obediently sat down in the chair and licked up his cum. Now, this was not an act of humiliation, as he wouldn’t remember it, and no one else would ever know. This was for me. I don’t know why, but I enjoyed watching Robert lap up his own juice, mixed with mine. When it was mostly gone, I finished wiping it up and had Robert stand. “Kiss me, Robert.” I could taste a little bit of his cum, and what I thought was a hint of my pussy juice. It was invigorating. I turned the power back down and followed him around as I had him pour wine for us, both to cleanse the taste from his mouth and to start getting him tipsy. We got our clothes and went to bed, and before I ordered him to go to sleep, after which I would turn off the transmitter, I decided to try one more thing I had chosen to refrain from testing at my lab. A post-hypnotic suggestion. I might ultimately decide to post this technology on the Internet, but I was definitely going to enjoy awhile first.
Title: 3D Radio, Part 2 Tags: Science-Fiction, Authoritarian, Domination/submission Introduction: scientist discovers more than she was looking for. Content: PART 2 You should read “3D Radio” before reading Part 2, in order to get the context. Warning: This story starts slow, building the characters and plot (but it gets pretty hot later on). === Robert slept soundly beside me as I considered my many options. I was definitely not going to post my discovery on the Internet or anywhere else. I was going to hide it. I would simply continue my research as if I had made no discovery. If I later discovered frequency pairs that were useful only for lie-detection, I would report those. If I found any other frequency pairs that provided truth-coercion or hyper-suggestibility, I would add those to my private records. Testing hyper-suggestibility should be fun to test, especially with my husband, and I began to ponder what could I give him as a post-hypnotic suggestion. I’d try to make him do something he’s morally opposed to, and have him enjoy it. Of course, I didn’t expect it to work, any more than it would with regular hypnosis, but that was part of what made science interesting: Trying new things. I finally fell asleep thinking of things to try to make Robert do. I woke up before Robert, as usual, and I made sure my transmitter was handy. My problem with a very good test of post-hypnotic suggestion was finding something Robert was morally opposed to that wouldn’t get him in trouble if he actually did it. I finally settled on an idea that had potential to get him in trouble, but I calculated was unlikely to. And it would allow me to test another idea: memory-control. Memory is a notoriously fickle thing, and this would be another interesting test. I switched on the transmitter and shook Robert. No response. “Robert, open your eyes.” He did. “Robert, when your alarm goes off, you’re going to get up and go outside in your underwear to check the mailbox. You have always gone outside in your underwear to check the mailbox every morning, in case something was delivered overnight. Nothing has ever been delivered overnight in our mailbox before, but you’re convinced that someday something will be, and you feel compelled to check to be sure nothing came. I know you do this, and we both consider it normal.” I turned off the transmitter and started getting ready for work. As I was finishing a bagel and coffee, Robert went through the living room and out the front door. He came back a minute later and reported, “Nothing last night.” I was quite surprised that the suggestion had worked, and apparently, the memory-shaping had also. “Mm,” I acknowledged. “Did you remember to check yesterday morning, dear?” “Of course, honey,” he said as he disappeared to the back of the house again, and I head him getting ready for work. I left for work, but parked my car around the corner to ensure that Robert left on time. He did, and I went on to my office. --- “Well, Dr. Wright, how are your experiments progressing?” my boss asked in the hallway. “Right on schedule, Dr. Conner.” He looked skeptical. “Come into my office, please.” I followed him and we took our seats. “Is there anything you have to report?” he asked. I quickly wondered if he could be on to me, but thought it highly unlikely. “No. Paraphrasing Edison’s famous line, I’ve determined many frequencies that don’t work.” He furrowed his brow. “You increased your working hours significantly for almost 2 weeks and changed your assistants’ schedules. Now you’ve gone back to your old schedule and you were singing in the hallway on your way in this morning.” “Was I? I hadn’t realized it.” “Dr. Wright, if you’ve discovered an effective lie-detector and are trying to hide it so you can sell it another company…” “Absolutely not!” I replied indignantly. “If you must know, my husband and I had really good sex last night, and that’s why I’m in such a good mood, I suspect.” I hoped that would embarrass him enough to make him drop his line of questioning. It didn't. “Then why have you increased the frequency increments from 1 millimeter to 5 without discussing it with me first? That’s not the kind of thing you would do without reason.” Oops. I slipped up. It was comforting to know, however, that I could probably use my transmitter to cover it up, but I didn’t think that was necessary yet. I tried to look sheepish. “I apologize, Dr. Conner. I let my impatience get the better of me. That was a violation in protocol, and I will correct it. We won’t have to retest the frequencies at 5 millimeters, however, so it hasn’t cost us any time.” Dr. Conner had no further arguments, and I returned to my lab, going back to the unnecessarily narrow 1 millimeter increments. --- That night when I got home, I decided to have a lot more fun with Robert. Instead of telling him what to do step-by-step with the transmitter on the whole time, I decided to try to change his attitudes. When I walked in, I found Robert in the kitchen, turned on the transmitter, and programmed my husband. “Robert, you don’t want to go to your Association meeting tonight. You’ve been horny all day, and you could hardly wait to get home and fuck me. You want to fuck me so badly you’re almost drooling. You want to eat my pussy and fuck me so much you’ll do anything I want to get me to agree to let you. Whenever I ask you to slow down or speed up, you’ll do it. Nothing will be more important to you than doing exactly what I ask. You’ll enjoy it all more than you ever have before, but you won’t have an orgasm of your own until I tell you to cum inside me. When I tell you to cum inside me, you will do so immediately, and it will be the best orgasm you have ever had.” I turned off the transmitter in my purse, and as the blank look disappeared from Robert’s face, it was replaced by a look of sheer desperation. Sexual desperation. He rushed the few steps between us and began to hug me and kiss me, dry humping his crotch against me wherever he could. “Oh, Rachael, Rachael, I need to fuck you right now,” he said as he continued pawing me, then he started unzipping the back of my dress. “Oh, Robert, I’d like to feel your cock inside me, but would you mind eating my pussy for awhile first?” “Oh, I’d LOVE to eat your pussy, darling!” Forsaking the zipper, Robert dropped to his knees, put his hands under my skirt and pulled down hard on my pantyhose and panties, pulling them down in one fell swoop, and putting his head under my skirt and working his face into my crotch with my hose around my feet. “Darling, it would be nicer if you carried me to the couch and slipped off my shoes and things…” Robert not only picked me up, he literally ran into the living room and placed me tenderly on the sofa, then quickly removed my shoes, panty hose, and panties, and began licking my clit fiercely. “Robert! More lightly, please!” I exclaimed, and Robert shifted to a feather-soft touch. “I’m so sorry, darling,” he tried to say without lifting his tongue off me. “Is this better?” “Much better, yes.” His tongue felt very nice after he switched to less pressure, but after my huge orgasm the night before, I wasn’t terribly horny. I decided to let Robert eat me for a long time, and I’d see if that got me worked up enough to try for another orgasm tonight. Even if not, I was going to enjoy his tongue a long, long, time. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten and was getting a little hungry. I decided to try something I previously would have thought was too inconsiderate. I would eat dinner while Robert ate me. “Robert, would you make me a sandwich?” Robert leaped up and started running back to the kitchen, “What kind?” he called out as he ran. It was warm enough that I decided to slip my dress and bra off while I waited, and I propped up on the sofa pillows and turned on the TV. I had recorded the Ya-Ya Sisterhood months before and never watched it, since Robert never wanted to. I started it up and Robert came running back with my sandwich. “Would you like me to lick your pussy some more?” he asked eagerly. If he had been a dog, I think he would have been panting and wagging his tail. “Yes, Robert, I’d like…” I didn’t even finish the sentence and he was lapping at me again, gently. I spread my legs to get comfortable. “You don’t mind if I watch a movie while you eat me, do you?” “Oh, no!” he exclaimed. He took his tongue off me to talk for a moment, but kept his head in place. “That would be wonderful! I’m so glad you want me to lick you while you watch.” Now, if you’re thinking that at some point, I might start having regrets over how I was treating Robert, I can assure you my only regret was that I hadn’t made my discovery years sooner. I had Robert fetch me a glass of iced tea as I worked on my sandwich and enjoyed the movie. After that, I had him bring me a piece of cake. In between those events, Robert was constantly licking me however I requested, and he never asked for food for himself. So, my device might be an effective weight-loss tool in addition to everything else. I decided to use this situation as an endurance test for both of us. I didn’t know how long I could take it, I didn’t know how long I could want it, and I didn’t know how long Robert could keep it up. For two hours, I watched the movie and Robert ate me out, though I had to shift positions a few times. Robert never seemed to tire or even lose any enthusiasm. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible, but I wasn’t going to complain. As long as his strokes were so light, I relished every moment. When my movie was over, I turned off the TV and pondered what I would do next as Robert continued to lap happily away. It occurred to me that with this device, assuming it worked as well on all men as it had on Robert and my office test-subjects, I could have sex with any man I wanted to. And under almost any circumstances as long as there was privacy so that I could maintain control. And there was no reason I couldn’t control up to several men at a time, if I wanted to. Those thoughts, added to the effects of Robert’s prolonged clit-licking, gave me a very strong rush, and I decided it was time. I asked Robert to speed up his tongue and use his hands to stroke all over my body. I started to ask him to squeeze my breasts, but I liked what his hands were already doing so much I decided not to change what he was doing. Instead I started massaging my own breasts. I know some porn-movie whores do that to excite the men who are watching, but I had never done that before. Though I was doing it now, I was doing it for me. Robert did not complain. I felt myself boiling up to the edge and thrust my hips into Robert’s face as the first wave of orgasm hit me. I don’t remember making a conscious decision to do so, but I remember pinching my nipples, something else I never would have considered before, and that magnified my pleasure ten-fold. I rocked, and bucked, and thrashed. I wrapped my ankles together and squeezed Robert’s head between my thighs, and I’m sorry to say I didn’t care if it hurt him. I squeezed with all the strength my legs had to offer, and I continued to buck and twist. Throughout all that, I was remarkably quiet, unintentionally holding my breath, gasping, then holding my breath again. Since I hadn’t told Robert to stop, he kept his tongue going. Perhaps because of how much I had been moving, and the fact that I held his head in a vise, his head had moved just enough so that his tongue could no longer fully cover my clit, and was working hard on my pussy lips. I remember that a thought flashed through my mind that my orgasm must be at its limit and I should start to come down then. That’s when Robert’s tongue touched my clit again, and I screamed like bloody murder. I screamed, I cried, I gasped, I bucked. My thighs started releasing and squeezing Robert’s head, and I thought I would pass out, it felt so good for so long. In fact, at some point, I had to have passed out, because I remember coming-to amidst violent convulsions and told Robert to stop. He stopped moving his tongue, but he kept it out, and I kept his head pinned in place. With each ferocious convulsion, Robert’s tongue would massage me some more. It became like a roller-coaster of orgasm. I would have a full-body contraction that would cause Robert’s tongue to stimulate me in just the right way to give me another wave of orgasm. When my body would start to relax from that wave, another post-orgasm contraction would hit, and the process was repeated. On each of these orgasms, I couldn’t breathe, they were so intense. It seemed to take forever, but the peaks finally started to decline, ever so slowly. At some point I finally remembered poor Robert’s head between my legs and I unclamped them. The moment I did, cool air hit my pussy and rocketed me back into an uncontrollable, sustained orgasm. I don’t know what Robert’s tongue was doing at that point and didn’t care. When I started coming down from that high, I had an overwhelming feeling that something was inconsistent, or missing. It took me several moments to focus enough to sense that I had an empty feeling in my crotch. I felt stupid for taking so long to realize that I literally had a hole that needed filling. I was having great difficulty breathing and was probably under some effects of oxygen deprivation from sustained exertion at a level that my breathing couldn’t keep up with despite gasping in air by what seemed like cubic meters at a time. Nevertheless, I clearly remember audibly uttering the phrase “fuck me” and it had the desired effect. Robert was primed as never before. I felt his cock enter me and hit my A-spot on the back wall at almost the same time. My previous orgasms had not completely subsided by that point, and when his cock hit my back wall I thought I was going to explode. I went into some strange kind of combined screaming and gasping… gasping air in, screaming it out. Every muscle was out of control, convulsing over and over. Robert was hammering into me repeatedly, hard and fast. I doubt he had ever humped that fast before. I think he was yelling or screaming, but I’m not sure. My legs tried to draw up into a fetal position, but were blocked by Robert’s body, which, combined with his constant withdrawal and thrusting, had the effect of making my heels kick him in his butt on each cycle. My leg muscles then went into a seizure, causing my feet to vibrate rapidly against the small of Robert’s back, and my knees beating against the sides of his rib cage. I remember at that time I wondered if my heart could endure the demands being placed on it and realized I didn’t care. I felt so fucking good I didn’t care if I actually died. I became delirious and wondered why the shaking wouldn’t stop. Then a series of thoughts tried to take shape within my mind. “I programmed Robert. And he can’t stop fucking me until I tell him to. No, that wasn’t it. What is it I have to tell him?” “Robert, cum inside me,” I heard myself saying. Somewhere far away, I heard screaming, and it was so loud I felt it. It vibrated my entire body. My body felt strange. I was having an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. No, it finally quit. No, here it comes again. It’s gone again. Moments passed and it didn’t come back. I struggled to open my eyes, and when I did, another orgasm shook me. I was panting. I couldn’t get enough air. My heart was pounding. I could see my chest jumping with each heartbeat. I tried to raise my head and another orgasm shook me violently from head to toe. My back arched into the air and my head fell back. More convulsions… warm, comforting convulsions that felt so good I didn’t want them to stop. My eyes were closed again, but something bothered my mind. Where was Robert? I hadn’t seen him. When the tremors seemed to be gone again, I risked rising up on my elbows, expecting another shock, but it didn’t come. I was dizzy, very dizzy. Where was Robert? I could hear him, gasping for breath. I was on the sofa. My feet were hanging off. I was able to sit on the edge of the sofa and my senses started coming back to me, as well as my memory of the events that precipitated the current situation. I had bitten my tongue. Robert was on the floor, and his face looked bruised. Oh, yeah, I had an explanation for that. Semen was all over Robert’s cock. I moved a foot and felt semen on the floor. I managed to stand up unsteadily and felt semen dripping down my legs. I got woozy, started to fall, and couldn’t stop myself. I landed right on top of Robert. Probably bruised him some more. Maybe myself, as well. A strange feeling started coming over me. Strange, yet it was a familiar and welcome feeling. A wave was rushing at me, overtaking me, taking me over. Just before it hit, I realized I felt Robert’s cock between my abdomen and his. The wave swept me away. Again, I bucked and thrashed, my body beyond my control. It felt so fucking good. Robert might have to go to the hospital, but all I could think about was how fucking good I felt. I seemed to feel every nerve in my pussy. I could feel every vaginal muscle contracting and relaxing, over and over and over. I could feel my tits from the inside. They were electrified. They were pressed into Robert’s chest and they both felt like little clits pushed to the limits of physical sensation. The wave started to subside and to my surprise, there were no convulsions after it. My entire body felt extremely sensitive. The feelings in my tits seemed to be expanding, throughout my chest, then down to my groin and up to my throat. I felt like I was going to throw up just before another orgasm hit me. My head flew back and I screamed again. Again, I finally collapsed on top on Robert, both of us trying to get more air into our lungs than they could hold at one time. Again, I had no convulsions after that last orgasm. Another strange sensation. I was horny for cock again, and the feeling was so strong I was almost nauseous. I could still feel Robert’s dick and knew it was limp. I doubted even the best blow job would be able to revive his cock for quite some time, and I wasn’t capable of eating him anyway. Besides, that wasn’t the hole I needed to fill. I started to wonder if there was anything I might could crawl to that would fit in my cunt, not sure if I could even crawl. Then the feeling started changing. It must have been purely my imagination, or imagination combined with a very keen memory, but so help me, I felt a huge cock start to slide into me. It seemed to take forever. It was coming in, and in, and in. I felt it go through my cervix, and it kept coming. Memory was definitely no longer a factor. I felt, and I mean, as far as my brain was concerned, I actually felt that cock fill my uterus and continue on to my esophagus. Physiologically impossible, but my brain said it was real. I felt that cock come up my throat and into my mouth, and I started wrapping my tongue around it, going around it several times, caressing it, teasing it, licking it. Then I felt it swelling for its entire length. I knew the signals. It was going to unload. I felt the first pulse, riding through me and my body started shaking. An orgasm more intense than anything I had yet experienced hit me. I loved it. I swam in it. I ate it. It ate me. I turned and rolled and dived in it. I couldn’t breathe at all, but I didn’t care. I must have died and was in a state of eternal orgasmic bliss. Some time later, I began to wake up. Robert was kneeling beside me, and he was worried about me. We were both naked. In the living room. My memories started coming back. All of them. Impossibly wonderful. I clutched my arms across my chest in an irrational attempt to hold onto my memory. It wasn’t necessary, as I never forgot any part of the evening that I had been conscious for. Good thing the houses in this neighborhood are so far apart, I mused, or our evening may have come to an early end with the intervention of the police or fire department. Robert had recovered first and rolled me off of him onto my back. Satisfied that I was alive and breathing, he fetched a damp washcloth and applied it to my forehead. One of his hands was ever so softly massaging my breast. It felt extremely erotic, but my body didn’t seem to have any more resources to build upon the feeling. I didn’t mind. My afterglow was so rich it was almost palpable. Robert lay down beside me, and told me how much he had enjoyed everything, including the astoundingly devoted and extended pussy-licking. He said he was the happiest he had ever been in his life. I noted that as a positive side-effect. I looked at the clock on the DVR and made a calculation based on the approximate time I started the movie, its run-time, and the current time. It had been at least an hour since the movie ended. Upon reflection and analysis, I considered these endurance tests to be quite successful, and decided they warranted further study.
Title: 3Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction Content: Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Three Disclamer: 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. Also, the smut is going to be a bit more graphic than last time, so if you don't like reading about sex, don't read this fic. 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 Three Summary: Harry and Hermione spend time studying... and they happen to read a book or two as well Harry woke up the next day to birds singing a happy song. Of course the effing birds were singing happily; the sun had just risen, and they, being creatures that loved rising early, sang with all their hearts to the morning sun. The effing birds had interrupted a dream. Normally, Harry would be overjoyed at the concept of having his traditional dreams interrupted. However, this was a particularly good dream; Harry and Hermione were romping around again, and this time, he was about to see Hermione's boobs without her Lousy Damn Blouse and her God-Damn Lousy Bra. Even though it was just a dream, Harry was going to see what Hermione's nipples looked like. But no, the effing birds had to wake him up from his wonderful wet-dream by starting a fucking tweet fest! Harry woke with a pitiful groan and tried to shield his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Getting out of bed, he resisted the temptation to open his window and fire of a couple of Stunners in hopes of hitting some of the effing birds. So Harry satisfied his urge to cause the effing birds some discomfort by stretching out one of his arms and gave a two-fingered salute to all birds in general. After his shower, he trounced down to the common room and his sour mood suddenly vanished. There was Hermione, curled up on her favorite chair with a book in her lap. The early morning sunlight shined through her hair, giving her the appearance of an angel with a glowing halo. Harry felt a sudden warmth travel through his body as he saw his friend; the friend that he now realized was quite beautiful in his eyes. He noticed that he had a bounce to his step, and tried to correct it before Hermione saw him; real men don't bounce, real men strut. Harry had learned this important fact from the late night conversations with his dorm mates about the fairer sex and what they liked; he was told with certainty that women like a manly strut, among other things such as flowers, chocolates, and other "girly" things. He had listened closely to Dean and Seamus when they described how real men walked. As he bounced in an un- manly way toward Hermione, he tried to strut the way his friends had described. Unfortunately, he was unable to completely counteract the bounce with his emerging strutting abilities and ended up with a saunter. But in Harry's defense, it was a manly saunter, not the effeminate way Blaise Zabini walked. "Morning, Hermione," Harry greeted the witch with an incredibly silly grin plastered on his face. "Good morning, Harry," she returned the greeting with an equally smitten smile. "About last night..." began Harry while he shoved his hands in his pockets to hide how nervous he was. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about... you know." "It's okay, Harry. It was the first time for both of us," Hermione replied and patted the seat next to her. Harry took the invitation and the two teens cuddled. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." The couple preceded to have a nice fifteen-minute snog session where they playfully explored each other's bodies. Harry was even so bold to open Hermione's blouse. Unfortunately she was wearing a white cotton bra so he still didn't get to see what her nipples looked like. But this didn't stop him playing with her boobs mind you. It was an activity that Harry had become quite fond of, he loved how her mounds felt in his hands and her loved the way Hermione moaned and purred as he cupped, squeezed, caressed, kissed, licked, and suckled on them, even through the accursed bra. During the snog and boob fondling session, 'Harry, Jr.' stirred only a little, apparently the appendage was still worn-out from the very welcomed workout it received the previous evening. After both teens had become completely flushed, Hermione pulled away and suggested, "We should really go and see McGonagall," she stated, her lips red and puffy. "We have to ask her if we can stay in the castle." "Are you sure she'll be up this early?" asked Harry as they walked hand in hand to the Headmistress' office. "I'm positive," answered Hermione. The couple walked up to the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to McGonagall's new quarters. "Would you please tell the Headmistress we would like to see her?" Hermione requested of the stone sentinel. "I'll go fetch her," the statue grumbled. After a moment or two, the gargoyle stepped to the side, and McGonagall rushed out into the hallway while trying to put on her dressing robe and brandishing her wand at the same time. "What is it? What's wrong?" the Headmistress demanded on the verge of panic. "Nothing's wrong, ma'am," Hermione said, "We just wanted to ask you a question." "But the gargoyle told me it was an emergency!" McGonagall practically shouted. "He said that Potter was spewing blood from his mouth!" Behind them, the gargoyle let out a grumbling chuckle. "Oh, you cheeky bugger!" McGonagall cursed. "That's the third time this week he's pulled a prank on me! I swear, I'll find a replacement if you don't straighten up!" The Headmistress took a calming breath before turning her attention to the pair in front of her. "What can I do for you two?" "We would like to ask a favor," stated Hermione. Harry saw McGonagall's eyes dart down and then back up. He glanced down and noticed the he and Hermione were still holding hands. "And what would that favor be?" asked McGonagall with a saucy grin and a blush. Harry nearly went into shock at the sight; he had never imagined, nor wanted to imagine, what McGonagall would look like with a saucy grin. He loved and respected his mentor, but it truly frightened the young wizard to see such a grin stretched across her face. Harry had rarely seen the Headmistress with anything but a stern look upon her face and he was taken back. The sassy smile was very disturbing on McGonagall's face. It made Harry feel very uncomfortable both physically and emotionally. "You see, Harry has been, and will, be a target for Voldemort," Hermione began, not noticing Harry's current discomfort. "And Harry doesn't really stand a chance against him. Not unless we get some training." "What would you suggest, Ms. Granger?" "May we please stay here at the castle so that we can use the library and other facilities to train?" Hermione asked as if she had spent hours preparing the question. Knowing Hermione, that is probably exactly what she did. She more than likely had written several drafts of the question in her Day Planner and chose the one she thought would be best received. "Yes, you may," answered McGonagall. The Headmistress then added with a wry wink as she headed back up to her chambers, "But when you use the 'other facilities', please clean up after yourselves." "What do you think she meant by that?" Hermione asked, as the teens turned away from the now closed doorway. Harry replied mutely by holding up their clasped hands. "She saw, do you think she suspects...?" Hermione began to ask before answering herself. "Of course she does, otherwise she wouldn't have used the 'clean up' reference." "Are we that messy?" asked Harry. "I may not be, but you are," replied Hermione with a wink. After a quick breakfast, Harry and Hermione proceeded to the library. "Alright, let's just head straight to the Restricted Section and start reading up on some of the more powerful magics," Hermione ordered. Several hours later, Hermione had a very large stack of books that she'd labeled as being "potentially useful" and another, much smaller stack marked "worthless." The "potentially useful" stack intimidated Harry; there were at least six-dozen books in that stack. How Hermione thought that the two of them could read all that material, let alone actually retain the knowledge, was beyond him. Harry, on the other hand, had skimmed through no more than four books and found nothing remotely helpful in his destined fight with Voldemort. He found two particularly powerful transfigurations where one could turn a wizard into a giant toad, and another which would turn a toad into tadpoles according to the illustration... Harry reread the entry and corrected himself, it wasn't "tadpoles," it was semen. Harry repressed a shudder as an image played out in his head of a man turning into a giant toad then into a large pool of spunk. Then he thought of Snape and figured that it would be a fitting end to the traitor. He marked the page for future study. "This is going to take forever," exclaimed Hermione. "If only we had something to go on. A weakness of Voldemort's that you excel in..." "Yeah, but I don't see how 'the power he knows not' will help," Harry said. "I always thought that bit was rubbish." Hermione lifted her gaze up from her book and her eyes burned a hole into Harry. "What was that?" she asked impatiently. "What was what?" Harry replied, taken back at her steely gaze. "What did you say about the power Voldemort doesn't have?" "Oh, that," Harry said relieved. He was worried that he had said something to upset Hermione. "It was just something mentioned in the silly prophesy." Hermione closed her book and was obviously trying to compose herself as she strummed her fingers on the cover of a discarded book. "Do you mean to tell me that there was more to the prophesy than 'me against him' as you originally told me?" she asked very slowly, as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child. "Just a bit," Harry replied with more than a little touch of fear. Whenever Hermione had gotten this way in the past, Harry always knew that he was in for trouble. And usually, rightfully so. "Like what?" The thinly veiled anger started to seep out of her body and Harry's fear grew. "Um... just that I have a power he doesn't even know about and that um... he marked me as an equal," Harry said rapidly. He had hoped that the faster he said the words, the less angry Hermione would be. "And I take it you know what that power is," stated Hermione as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. "Love," Harry replied. "Love?" Hermione repeated disbelievingly. "According to Dumbledore, at least." "Well, he wouldn't have just made an assumption. Did he ever point out when you may have used 'Love' against Voldemort?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, I accidentally tapped into it when Tom possessed me at the Ministry of Magic. I was able to hurt him; so much so that Dumbledore reckoned that he wouldn't try to sneak into my mind again because of the pain he suffered." "Why... didn't... you... tell... me... about...THAT!?!" Hermione demanded. "It's not important, not anymore," argued Harry. "Not since Voldemort took my blood! My touch used to be able to cause him pain before his resurrection. But now, he has my blood in his veins, and he can touch me without hurting himself." "And when did your blood get taken, Harry?"" "Fourth year, as you bloody well know," Harry replied irritably. "And when were you possessed?" asked Hermione, a smile returning to her face. Apparently, she took a great amount of joy in seeing how long it would take Harry to catch up with her train of thought. "Fifth year... oh, wait..." Harry paused. "When he possessed me in the Ministry of Magic, he already had my blood in his veins." "Harry, you may not be able to harm him just by touching him anymore," explained Hermione, "but somehow, you were able to activate that power when he tried to possess you and you hurt him! You hurt him enough that you drove him away!" Hermione got that look again, the look she got when her brain went into overdrive. After a moment she asked: "Can you think of any other time you tapped into the power of love? Not necessarily just against Voldemort." After a bit of thought, Harry offered, "Well, I don't know if it's love or not, but the two times I've used a Patronus against real Dementors could have been close." "Could you explain?" Hermione asked patiently. "When I realized that it wasn't my dad who cast the Stag Patronus I had seen, but me..." Harry said with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the memory from his third year. "I remembered thinking that I was going to leave the Dursely's and live with Sirius. I was going to live with someone who cared for me." "That's familial love," Hermione explained. "That is the love of a family. You had inadvertently tapped into a form of love when you cast the Patronus." "And then the second time was when Dudley and I were attacked," Harry continued. "Before I cast the Patronus, I remembered thinking about seeing you and Ron." "Platonic love, love of friends." "That's about it," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. "What about Cho?" Hermione asked. "You did have a crush on her which is a form of affectionate love. And you did kiss her." "Oh, yeah" Harry said with a snap of his fingers. "When Snape was teaching me Occlumency, he was about to see an image of me and Cho kissing and I threw off his Legilimency attack for the first time, and it was without a wand or spell." "That's very good," Hermione complimented. "And I entered his mind," Harry continued, and Hermione's jaw dropped. "I saw him as a kid hiding under a table as his parents fought." "You entered Snape's mind without a wand or casting a spell?" Hermione asked. "He's a skilled Occlumens, you shouldn't have been able to do that! His defenses should have stopped you easily! That's incredible, Harry! I think Dumbledore was correct. Think about it. Most wizards and witches can't produce a corporeal Patronus, and even if they do, they would be able to drive away maybe one or two Dementors, like Remus did on the train. But when you thought about love in one way or another, you were able to drive away scores of Dementors. And look what you did with Snape; you easily broke through a skilled Occlumens' shields and saw his memories, because you unknowingly tapped into your power of love. Apparently, when you access you power base, love, you are a very powerful wizard indeed!" Harry blushed at her compliment. Hermione paused and worried her lip before continuing: "Harry, I know it's a touchy subject, but could you tell me what you felt with Ginny?" "Now I feel revulsion," Harry answered, with only a minor shudder. "But during the time, I guess the best way to describe it would be to say it was like a scaly monster was living in my chest." "A scaly monster? That's not love Harry; that sounds more like lust and jealousy!" Hermione cried victoriously. "No wonder you were so ineffectual last year!" "Excuse me!" Harry blurted out. "/Ineffectual/?" "Yes Harry, ineffectual," Hermione repeated. "Remember, you told me the events of the cave. You panicked. Panicking is something you've never done before. Remember in first year, Hagrid had to pair you with Draco because he had already scared Neville. Hagrid knew that you wouldn't panic. In second year, you faced a forty foot snake that could've killed you just by looking at you and you didn't panic! You may have been frightened, that's only normal. But you did not panic. In third year, you drove off scores of Dementors without panicking. When you were Portkeyed to the graveyard during the final task of the Tri-Wizard, you dueled with Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord in decades and again you didn't panic! "But, when the Infiri attacked, you admitted that you completely forgot the simple flame hex. The same hex that Dumbledore had just reminded you about moments before. And then, when you were chasing after Snape and the Death Eaters, you couldn't land even one hex on Snape. In previous encounters with Death Eaters, you've always been spectacular. You were able to Stun or incapacitate several Death Eaters when Voldemort resurrected himself as well as during the battle in the Department of Mysteries. You should've been able to deal with the zombies without freezing up, and you should have at least singed Snape. "That has to prove that Dumbledore was right. Your power base is love!" Hermione continued. "All you strengths come from one form of love or another. But last year, you were lusting after Ginny. And that lust was detrimental to your power base. Lust is not love in any way shape or form! Lust is a mockery of love. That's why you were acting so strangely last year." "Alright, fine, then. But why were you acting so strangely last year?" Harry shot back. He was angry with her because deep down, he knew she was right. "You dropped S.P.E.W. like it had meant nothing to you even though you were clearly obsessed about the cause for two years. You broke the rules when hexed another student just so Ron could stay on the Quidditch team. I realize that you've bent and broken the rules before, but the times you've done that, people's lives were at risk. But this time, you broke the rules just to save Ron from embarrassment. And then you chastised me when you thought I might have cheated when I tricked Ron into believing that I gave him the Felix Felicis, doing the exact same thing you did: saving Ron from embarrassing himself. It also took you months to find out that Prince was related to Snape, something you normally would've found out in no time at all! Especially since you were so dead certain that Eileen Prince was somehow related to the damned Half-Blood Prince in my Potions Text. You only bothered to check on what happened to Eileen Prince after Snape admitted to being the Half-Blood Prince." Hermione hung her head in shame. Harry's heart dropped roughly to his knees. "I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean-" "No, you're right Harry. We both acted strangely last year," Hermione interrupted. "And my own reasons were pretty much the same reasons as to why you acted oddly as well. I simply wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to hold my hand and kiss me. I wanted someone to say I'm pretty and to mean it. I wanted someone to think of me when I wasn't around. "All of the other girls in our year, and most of the younger ones as well, were already active in the dating scene, and as strange as it may seem, I felt compelled to start dating as well. Perhaps the underlying reason was as simple as I didn't want those Yule Ball rumors to finally come true. You know the ones I mean; the ones that said that no boy would ever want to be seen with someone like me; a bossy know-it-all with bushy hair. But I didn't want to date someone I didn't know," Hermione continued with tears streaming down her face. "So I decided that it would have to be either you or Ron. And you were already ogling Ginny, so I set my sights on Ron. That's why I stopped caring about House-Elves; Ron doesn't care about them, he only cares about Quidditch. That's also why I hexed McLaggen. And I suppose that's the only excuse I can give as to why I didn't figure about Snape and the whole Potions Text. I was so desperate for Ron to notice me that I ignored what was staring me right in the face. I needed Ron to notice me, there was no one else available for me. I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have a chance with you. You're popular, even though you hate it, and brave and handsome, and I'm ugly and bookish-" "Let me explain something to you Hermione," interrupted Harry as he took her face gently in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "I think you are beautiful, and not just in a physical way either. Even though I can honestly say that your breasts are fantastic! Awe inspiring, to be truthful." Hermione blushed as Harry continued, "But you're beautiful in so many other ways as well. You're ridiculously smart, incredibly brave, patient, kind, compassionate, and you know me better than anyone else. Remember back in our third year? The game where the Dementors knocked me off my Nimbus? It was raining so hard I couldn't see. Wood had called a time out and I was about to point out my vision problem. Before I could even begin, you appeared over my shoulder to help me out, without needing to be asked. Then in our fifth year, when I thought that I had somehow caused Nagini to attack Mr. Weasley, everyone let me wallow in self pity in that damn room. Ginny, the girl I was so infatuated with last year, let me rot in that room. But not you, you canceled a holiday with your folks and marched right up to Buckbeak's room and literally dragged me out the moment you arrived. You've always been there for me, to help me, even when I thought I didn't want it. You were the only one brave enough to say that Voldemort had laid a trap for me in the Department of Mysteries. And yet, you still went with me because you knew I needed your help. You know me better than I know myself. "Do you want to know what Ginny said to me when I broke up with her?" Harry continued. "She said that I'd only be happy hunting Voldemort. She said that's why she liked me so much." "How can she think that?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You want to be a father." "W-what?" Harry stammered. It was as if Hermione had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head and it shocked him to his core. "It's obvious to me that you want to get married and have a bunch of kids," Hermione said, as if it was common knowledge. "You want the one thing you've never had: a loving family." Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat down. "I do?" he asked as an image appeared in his minds eye. He looked a little older and he was surrounded by children, his children. That image filled the young man with such happiness that he actually started to cry. "I guess I do want kids." Hermione lowered herself into Harry's lap and kissed away his tears. "You see, you do know me better than I do." The couple sat on the floor in the Restricted Section just holding each other for a long while, saying nothing, just enjoying being in each others arms. Hermione finally pulled herself away from Harry's embrace and said: "We better get back to researching." "Do we have to?" Harry pleaded while still holding onto her hands. "Yes, we do," Hermione ordered. "But it should be easier now that we have a better focus. We just have to look for spells and rituals which use love." Hermione disappeared into the stacks as Harry grudgingly stood up and began his search anew. After an hour of browsing through the Restricted Section, Harry's eye caught the words "Love" and "Magic" on the binding of an old red-leather book. 'Could this be it? The thing that could lead to the downfall of Voldemort?' Harry's hopes were dashed though, when he read the full title: "The Magic of Making Love: By Thos. Antric." He shrugged as he pulled the book from the shelves; he reckoned that he might as well thumb through it, seeing that it was the only book he had found in the past hour that even appeared to be remotely related to love. The first page Harry opened to had almost made him drop the book out of shock. It was a magical photo showing a witch and wizard, both very naked, in a unique position. A position that Harry thought should have caused a great deal of pain (/'Was that his foot by her ear or her own? And where was her left hand?'/), but judging by the expressions on their faces, they were rather enjoying it. The next page that Harry randomly turned to piqued his interest. The chapter was titled "A Witch's Orgasm and its Power; How You Can Benefit From It!" Harry didn't need to read the chapter to learn how a witch's orgasm could benefit him; he would be able to show Hermione just how much she meant to him, and he could properly return the pleasure that Hermione had given him. The next random chapter that Harry turned to made him think that the book was written precisely with him in mind: "The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!" Harry marked that page and stuffed the book in his bag. The book may not help him defeat Voldemort, but it looked like it could help him in his love life. Harry returned to their desk to find Hermione already hidden behind a wall of books. The young wizard sat down at his chair and started to read the new-found book. The chapter on Parselmouths was very enlightening. It stated that Parselmouths have a magical ability that is focused within the wizard's tongue, and while normally this magic is used to communicate with snakes, it could be used while giving oral pleasure to a witch. The book also had several diagrams explaining different techniques to illicit the best response from the witch. After he had read the chapter no less than ten times, completely skipping over the sections dealing with the theories and so-called "magical benefits", concentrating strictly on form and technique, Harry realized that it had grown dark outside. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was half past ten at night. "Hermione, let's fetch some supper and call it a night," he called out. Harry was having a very interesting dream the next morning; he was on the shore next to the Hogwarts Lake. Some odd compulsion forced him to gobble some gillyweed that was in his hands and he then jumped into the water. After he felt gills popping out on the sides of his neck, Harry swam under the water for several minutes until he saw something that would lead him to his goal - what that goal was, he didn't know, but Harry needed to reach it for some unknown reason. The thing that Harry saw was a mermaid. But it wasn't what real mermaids looked like, merpeople are actually very unattractive, downright ugly one might say. This mermaid was quite beautiful; she looked exactly like Hermione did above the waist. And she was topless to boot! But before Harry could get a good look at mermaid-Hermione's boobs, she dashed away. He gave chase immediately. Mermaid-Hermione dove into a dark tunnel at the bottom of the lakebed and Harry quickly followed. The tunnel was incredibly dark, but unlike the water outside the tunnel which was cold, this water was warm and pleasant. For some odd reason, Harry felt his ever-present companion, 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir in his swim-trucks. After a few moments of swimming through the tunnel blindly, Harry saw a slit of light in the distance. Harry instinctively swam toward the light and passed through it. He turned around and saw that he had just exited the tunnel and onto the lakebed through a giant clam. But before Harry could turn around and continue pursuing mermaid-Hermione, he was tackled by someone. As he was pushed down into the lakebed, kelp magically sprang to life to bind his hands and feet. Someone rapidly stripped off his swim trunks. He looked up into the beautiful hazel eyes of mermaid-Hermione. "I see that part of you is awake," she said wickedly, indicating Harry's partially aroused state, as she twirled his trunks in front of her while poking him in the ribs. "I'm just waiting for the rest of you to wake up." "Huh?" Harry grunted groggily as his eyes opened up. He normally wouldn't have been happy to wake up from such an interesting dream, but any animosity that he might have felt toward the person who woke him up disappeared the moment his eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. Hermione stood in front of Harry wearing her sleeping gown and holding a pair of boxers in front of her, specifically Harry's boxers. That's when Harry felt a draft on 'Harry, Jr.'/. He tried to cover his bits, but found that his hands and feet were invisibly bound to his bedposts, obviously by Hermione for some illicit and, more than likely, exciting purpose. The young witch examined Harry's naked body with unmasked desire in her eyes. Harry was embarrassed, nay, mortified that he was laying starkers in front of Hermione. /'Harry, Jr.' on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying "Hey, look at me!" "Quite impressive, Mr. Potter," said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. "You should be proud." Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermione's comments and 'Harry, Jr.' stood even taller. "Seeing as you're naked, which I might have had something to do with that - but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed," Hermione said theatrically, "let's even the score a bit" Hermione then reached down and slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her gown. Harry emitted a small "ooh" sound when he saw the two things that he had so desperately wanted to see the past few days; Hermione's nipples. Her nipples, which Harry decided to call "Carmella" and "Natasha," were full and erect, as if they were saying 'hello' to 'Harry, Jr.' who was singing to the heavens at that point in time. Hermione stood nervously as Harry took in every inch of her exposed body. His eyes took in her white cotton knickers, lingered on her flat tummy, then slowly traveled up to her bare breasts, and then finally, he locked eyes with her and said: "My God Hermione, you are beautiful." "That is what I was waiting to hear," said Hermione, her self-confidence obviously bolstered by Harry's comments. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth over Harry's organ. She began by using her tongue, running it up and down his shaft. Then she placed it into her mouth and began the same wonderful technique she used the other night. Harry groaned in pleasure and tugged at his invisible bounds. He frantically wanted to touch her, to run his hands through her hair. But she had cruelly bound him to his bedpost. Slurping noises emanated from Hermione as she bobbed up and down on his pole, coating 'Harry, Jr.' with her saliva. Harry started to groan when Hermione began to cup and gently massage his balls. Within minutes (Harry noted with a great deal of masculine pride that he had lasted much longer then his first time), he felt the pressure build up. He remembered the tongue lashing he had gotten from Hermione the last time when he failed to warn her. Mind you he rather liked the tongue lashing he was getting now, but he hated the other type. "Hermione, I'm gonna cum," Harry grunted. Hermione stopped her fellatio and looked up at Harry. A broad, sinful smile stretched across her lips as she said, "Happy Birthday, Harry." Then Harry got the best birthday present he had ever gotten. Hermione took his entire length into her mouth, pausing only to relax her gag reflex when he reached her throat. Harry stopped breathing when he felt Hermione's throat pulsate and contract as she seemingly tried to swallow his organ. She let out a low grumble that emanated from her throat and the sound sent shivers through his body. While continuing to grumble, Hermione sucked on his organ. Within seconds, Harry had lost control and unloaded into Hermione's mouth. His dick jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Hermione raised herself and suckled on his crown. 'Harry, Jr.' bucked again and again, discharging his semen into her mouth. After Harry was finished, Hermione made a show of swallowing his load. She had a look on her face like she had just swallowed something dreadful, perhaps a flobberworm, but Harry almost came again just at the sight of her swallowing. Hermione retrieved her wand and performed a Breath Cleaning Charm before releasing Harry from his magical bonds. "Sorry about that, I'm not used to the taste just yet." said Hermione as she crawled onto his bare body, pressing her naked breasts into his heaving chest. "I've done some research and read that a man's diet affects the taste of his semen. Maybe we can experiment with the foods you eat, and see which resultant taste I like the best?" 'Experiment!' Harry's mind declared triumphantly. What she said definitely hinted that Hermione was willing to do this act again. 'Try to act as smooth as possible,' Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, "Sure, I won't mind. Anything in the name of progress." "So, was it good for you?" Hermione asked with a saucy smile. In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldn't have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didn't just want to tell her that it was terrific; he wanted to show her how terrific it was. He needed to show Hermione, not simply because he felt obligated to return the pleasure that she had given him twice already. He wanted to do it so Hermione herself could feel ecstasy. Somewhere deep within Harry, he felt the almost desperate need to make Hermione... happy. Harry just wasn't certain he knew how to show her just what he felt for her, and what he felt she deserved. Then Harry remembered his 'special book' and the chapter that he so diligently memorized. "Instead of telling you, let me show you," Harry replied and quickly rolled over so that Hermione was under him before she could protest. Hermione squealed in surprise. "What do you have in mind, Harry?" asked Hermione after she regained her composure. "Retuning the favor," answered Harry. He hesitantly added, "That is, if you don't mind." Before answering, Hermione averted her eyes and blushed such a bright crimson, that Harry reasoned that he could easily read in the dark just by using her body as a night light. "No, I don't mind," she replied nervously. "Now, I've never done this before," stated Harry, "and I know there are lots of ways to do this improperly beside 'using teeth,' so tell me when I do something wrong." After Hermione nodded in the affirmative, Harry started by kissing her passionately, he then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, passed her color-bone, until he reached the valley between Hermione's breasts. Harry took this opportunity to get to know 'Natasha' and 'Carmella' intimately. Hermione groaned as Harry licked, suckled, and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. The heat coming off Hermione's body was intense and her breath became more and more labored as Harry continued to play with 'Natasha' and /'Carmella'/. After several minutes of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her taught tummy. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, "If you want me to stop just say so-" But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, "If you don't pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to Merlin...!" "Okay, okay..." placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he hadn't expected. "S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he stammered as he examined Hermione's flower. "Yes," Hermione replied sheepishly. "S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he repeated, still stunned. "It's strictly for hygiene," she explained, still a little sheepishly. "C-c-co-com-c-completely s-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" "Well, yes," she answered, her sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a saucy grin. "You see, I'm very hygienic." 'Gryffindor was right,' Harry thought to himself, 'brainy girls are naughty!' As Harry took in Hermione and all her wonder, he commented to himself internally that when Hermione had satisfied him earlier, she had an easier job... err sorry about that. When it came to his bits, all Harry had was 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. And the only way he could think of not fulfilling 'Harry, Jr.' was if teeth were used. But with Hermione's bits there was so much more! According to the book that Harry had hidden in his school bag, there was the Mons Veneris, the clitoris and its hood, and the Labia. And as reported by the book, there were definitely bad ways in stimulating Hermione. With a touch of trepidation, Harry started by gently kissing the area around her flower - which he had almost given a name of a flower, but seeing that both his mother and his aunt had flower names, he became content with just "flower." It was apparent that Hermione enjoyed these tiny kisses, so Harry continued this course of action for a while. Harry kissed her nether lips and Hermione gasped, that's when Harry decided that his tongue should come into play. He used his fore and middle fingers on his left hand to softly pry open her petals. Harry used his tongue to trace Hermione's outer and inner lips and her honey began to seep out. After a minute or two of working on her vagina and lips, Harry used his right thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her clitoris. Hermione gasped when Harry's tongue touched her clit. The brunette witch started to writhe and moan while Harry worked on his budding... /err sorry again/... skills of cunnilingus. After two or three minutes, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to be enjoying his attempts. To him, Hermione tasted warm, sweet, and musky. Little droplets of sweat were appearing all over her body and her breathing was heavier than before. It was at this point that he decided to push Hermione over the edge, so to speak, and use the techniques that he had read in the book concerning Parslemouths. Pausing for a second from his operations, Harry closed his eyes and focused on an image of a snake in his mind in order to trigger his rare power. Since Harry could never tell if he was speaking Parseltongue or English, he asked Hermione: "Can you understand me?" "Harry, why are you speaking in Parseltongue?" Hermione asked. "I can't - OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!" Hermione couldn't finish her statement properly; because Harry was satisfied that he was using his Parselmouth abilities and started his cunnilingus once more. Almost immediately, Hermione thrashed around and alternated between moaning, growling, and occasionally, babbling incoherently. "... swish and flick..." Hermione sputtered disjointedly while Harry twirled his magical tongue around her bud. "...powdered newt...nimbus...." As magic poured off of Harry's tongue into Hermione, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. "Oh. Oh. Oh, mamma!" One of Hermione's hands grabbed a tuff of Harry's hair and tugged at him while her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. It was at this point that 'Harry, Jr.' woke up again and desperately, almost painfully, wanted to play again. Harry thought about using one of his hands to relieve himself, but realized that this moment was for Hermione. He wanted to concentrate fully, mentally, physically, and emotionally, on her. He would take care of 'Harry, Jr.' later. After a minute or two, Harry could sense the buildup in Hermione, but he could feel himself about to release as well. Hermione's back arched and sweat poured off of her naked flesh. Her body was raked by shallow, quivering gasps of breath. "Oh, gods, Harry!" Hermione shouted as a combined wave of magic and ecstasy passed through her body, and then through Harry's. Her musky juices shot out of her pussy and filled his mouth. He tried his best to lap up her honey, but a large amount flowed out of his mouth and poured down his chin. Harry groaned into Hermione as he climaxed in the middle of her orgasm. The two teens didn't notice the very loud bang that accompanied their simultaneous orgasms. Slowly, Harry's eyes took in the vision before him; Hermione lay on the bed, panting heavily, her body flushed and glistening. Her nether lips were red and swollen and her wetness still seeped out of her. The young man smiled with pride, because he didn't need to ask Hermione if it was good for her. He could tell by the glow emanating from her body that she had thoroughly enjoyed his first efforts. Then it hit him, she was literally glowing! She was throwing off light! He was shocked to find that he was glowing softly as well. Harry was about to ask Hermione about this startling occurrence when he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on something behind him. With her legs still draped over his shoulders, Harry turned his head and saw that except for the bed that they were currently using, every object in the room was floating six feet off of the ground. Every book, scrap piece of parchment, every article of clothing - Harry spotted Hermione's knickers straight away, they were twirling slowly as if dancing- even the other beds hovered several feet in the air. Before either of the two teens could discus these strange events, the door to the dorm room flew open and Tonks rushed in, waving her wand. "Harry, are you okay?" the pink haired Auror shouted out, as she started to quickly scan the room. "I heard a...uh... bang?" Tonks paused as she finally noticed the two naked forms in front of her; Hermione glistening with sweat and her hair tossed this way and that, with Harry kneeling as if in prayer at Hermione's altar and his face dripping with her love juice. A sardonic, almost wicked smile crept across Tonks's face. But the smile was nothing compared to the devilish look in her eye. Both Hermione and Harry made a weak squeaking noise at that look. To be continued! Author's Notes: I tried to insert some humor into Harry and Hermione's explanation of why they acted so out-of-character (in my opinion - an opinion which I point out in the text) in the 6th book, but I found I couldn't. I couldn't make fun of it because their actions in HBP were so sad and pathetic. It would be like mocking a train wreck.
Title: 3some fantasy Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome, Toys Introduction: a ffm fantasy Content: We meet up with another female in a bar for a few drinks, she is wearing a little dress, and you can tell she has no underwear on underneath, I'm wearing a very short skirt, low cut top, and stockings. After a couple of drinks we all head back to the the hotel room that we have booked, stopping on the way to get more drinks in. As you pour the drinks me and her settle ourselves back on the bed and start kissing, taking our time as we know you are watching. She starts moving down my body, starting with kissing my neck, my hands on her tits, she is kneeling in between my legs by this point with her arse in the air giving you a very sexy view of her pussy. i can see you getting hard and I tell you to come and join us on the bed. Her mouth by this time has moved down to my nipples and she is slowly taking them into her mouth, one at a time licking and sucking on them. As she carries on moving down my body i reach across to feel your cock through your trousers, mmmm your very hard. I reach across to you and put your hand on her bare arse. She moans at the feel of your hand, slowly caressing her and moving your hand round to her soaking wet pussy. As soon as she feels your hand, her pussy gushes, soaking your hand, as you start playing with her clit. She moves her head down to my pussy as my hand is slowly stroking your cock. I can feel her breath on my clit and I suddenly get very wet, knowing that its not going to take me long to cum. I make you stand up and pull your trousers down, pleased to find you have nothing on underneath. My hand starts slowly moving up and down your cock as you slide a finger into her wet pussy, I can feel you getting harder in my hand. I whisper in your ear that I want to watch you fucking her while her mouth is on my clit. You remove the rest of your clothes and go to stand behind her, your fingers never leaving her wet pussy. You slowly slide 2 fingers inside and push them deeper and deeper, making sure she is wet and ready for you. The further you push your fingers inside of her the louder she moans. I cant wait to hear her when you push your hard cock into her. You slowly slide your fingers out and position your cock so that she can just feel you but your not inside her, she gasps and start licking my clit harder and faster. As she starts to lick my clit faster you know it isnt going to be long before I cum , you get hold of her hips and thrust yourself inside her, all the way in in one quick movement, her moan vibrates around the room. I struggle to hold myself off from cumming so I slide out from under her so that I'm positioned underneath both of you. I'm then able to play with your balls and lick her clit and your arse at the same time, giving you both extra pleasure. You start thrusting into her faster and harder, and I can taste her wetness on her clit and on your cock as you slide out. The harder you thrust into her the more she moans, as she wraps her legs around your back I'm able to gently slide a finger into her arse which then pushes her onto your cock harder and faster. Seeing the look on your face I bring my other hand round and do the same to you, I slide my fingers in and out of both of your tight arses at the same time as you thrusting into her wet pussy. My mouth is still on her clit and she starts to moan hard which is a sure sign she is about to cum. I start licking her clit faster, gently sucking as well as licking and it is like a tidal wave as she starts to cum. Her hands grab onto your arse to pull you as deep into her as possible, I can tell by the look on your face that your wanting to cum as well so i move my mouth away from her clit and take your balls into my mouth. This sets you off cumming and she cums again. When you pull out your cum is leaking from her pussy and you spurt all over her, I'm straight there to lick every drop from her. You come back out of the bathroom to find me and her in the 69 position, she is on top of me so I'm able to easily slide my fingers into her still wet pussy. You lay on the bed next to us playing with both of ours tits, you know what I want and you manage to flip us over so we are in the same position but with me on top. You slide your fingers inside me so they are nice and wet. You tease me by letting your soaking fingers trail over my arse and then moving them away again. After a few minutes you take pity on me and slide your finger into my arse so easily, I moan loudly and I tell you that I want your cock inside me. You move yourself behind me and slide your cock into my arse, before your even halfway in i start cumming. There are just not enough descriptive words to explain how fantastic this feels. Every thrust you make into my arse pushes my clit onto her mouth. You slide your hand forward so your fingers are sliding into my wet pussy at the same time as your cock is sliding into my arse. I have 2 fingers buried deep in her pussy and can feel her hands on the back of my head keeping my mouth on her clit at the same time. Your cock feels so good, and so does her mouth, I force myself further on to her mouth as you fuck my arse harder and faster, your fingers working inside my pussy making me so wet. I feel her pussy tighten as she is about to cum and I know that i not going to stop myself from cumming at the same time. I dont want you to cum just yet so i get you to pull out, I have other plans for you. You sit back and watch us both cumming, whilst wanking your cock slowly, you can tell from the smile on my face what I want next and we both know that your not going to say no. When she is able to I get her to go on her hands and knees, her arse thrust up in the air. I take your cock from your hand and start wanking you myself, your hand goes to her clit and I tell you I want you to fuck her arse like you did mine. I slowly guide your cock into her and it looks so damn hot. When i know you are both comfortable I come up behind you and slide my hands round the pair of you so im able to play with her clit and tits, my pussy pressed aganst your arse. I climb off the bed for a moment and you both moan at the lack of contact. I'm soon back again though and I place my hands on your arse. I slide my fingrs into her pussy so thay are nice and wet and then move my hand back to your arse and slide my finger inside you, you thrust harder into her with each thrust of my finger. I slide my finger out and you feel something cold against your arse , you look down and see that i have put my strap-on vibrator on, you moan as you watch me slide it into her wet pussy. She feels so tight around your cock, I pull out of her and make you stop. You look back over your shoulder as you feel me slide it up and down against your arse, before slowly sliding it into your tight hole. Your eyes close and I slide into you inch at a time. You force yourself to stay still until you feel me pressed right up against you. When you feel the full length of the vibrator in your arse you can control yourself no longer, you start pushing back against me as you pull out of her dripping pussy, but then letting the vibrator slide part way out of you as you thrust back into her. I could tell by how quick your movements were getting that you was about to cum and I knew that I was just about there with you. I pushed you forward onto her back and told you to pay with her clit to make her cum, as I kept up a steady rhythm of filling your arse with the strap-on. Another couple of thrusts and I could take it no longer as one of the most amazing orgasms took over my body. Feeling her cumming underneath you and me behind you, set your own orgasm off and you pulled out of her just in time to cum all over her pussy and giving me a delicious finishing off treat.
Title: 3some Never Forgotten Tags: True Story, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Threesome Content: A Threesome Never to be Forgotten My wife and I have been married 25 years and even though we’re both in our late 40s, people often compliment us on how young we look. Working out has always been a part of our daily routine and the side benefit of increasing our sexual stamina is something that has allowed for long sessions of sucking, fucking, and licking. Like most husbands, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to see my wife suck and fuck another man. Me joining in after watching for a time has always been part our fantasy. Our sex sessions usually start with light petting then move on to my rubbing and sucking on her still perky 34c tits. Not too large but her nipples grow nice and hard in no time. After a few minutes of enjoying myself we usually will position ourselves with me kneeling on the bed and her lying on a 7-inch “helper” as she takes me in her mouth – making my dick grow and grow and grow. She has become an expert cocksucker over the many years of our marriage. When she licks the length of my dick and then sucks on my balls it makes me grow longer and harder. While she slurps on my dick I tell her how hot her ass looks squeezing on “that dick”. By this time she’s going crazy! We continue this way until her groans quicken and she finally comes all over the hardness between her pussy lips rubbing against her clit. We’ve always known that this would only be a fantasy, as neither one of us had the guts to through with an actual three way – or so we thought. One night we decided to go out and have a couple of drinks and dance a little. We ended up at a nightclub that was very dimly lit, filled with people drinking, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. After a couple of margaritas, we were feeling pretty good. As our inhibitions where peeled away little by little, my wife started dancing more and more provocatively – getting the attention of some men standing nearby. Upon returning to our booth, I excused myself to go to the men’s room and told my wife that, if she had the guts, to flirt with one of the guys that had been looking at us, maybe something would happen tonight. Well, by the time I got back to the table this dark haired, five o’clock shadowed young man in his early twenties was seated across the table from her. She introduced me to Greg as I sat down on her left. Our booth was in a very obscure part of the club and very little light shown where we were. After a couple of rounds and feeling no pain, I motioned with my head to Greg to move over to Lorraine’s right side. He looked at me with a “are you sure” look and I repeated the motion. With that he slid over and we both nestled up close. I could tell that my wife was getting excited as she had placed her hand on my thigh and was now squeezing it with an unconscious pressure. I moved my left hand under her blouse and start playing with her left tit. She gave out a sigh as I lightly rubbed her now very erect nipple. Greg was taking all this in. I again motioned to him – this time to follow my lead. In no time he had my wife’s right tit in his right hand as her head fell back enjoying both of our massage. Then, I saw Greg lower his hand down to her lap. As his hand made its way up her skirt, I could tell when it had reached her now throbbing pussy. The way she looked at me told me that she was in heaven. As we continued to feel my wife up in front of the crowd (that didn’t have clue of what we were doing), I could see Greg’s arm moving faster and with longer strokes. I knew Lorraine was enjoying his finger fucking her hot pussy. At this point my dick is throbbing and I’m sure, like Greg’s, trying to burst frees. I leaned over and whispered into her ear to put her hands on each of our cocks. She looked at me questioningly. I nodded in approval. Her hands slid over our legs, stopping on our crotches, and started massages both of our dicks. I couldn’t stand it any longer, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my 8” cock. Greg saw me and followed suit. So, now I’ve got her left tit in my hand, Greg’s finger is fucking my wife’s pussy, and she’s kneading both our cocks. After a few minutes of this, Lorraine’s hand job started to become more intense and I knew she was close to cumming. Within seconds, her head started to bob back & forth and now she is cumming. And cumming. And cumming. Her grasp on my cock loosens after awhile as she leans back in the booth seat composing herself. Greg brings his hand up from underneath and shows us his cum covered fingers. Then he started licking them, enjoying one finger’s worth of love juice at a time. I moved my hand down to her pussy that is now sopping wet. As I gently massage her mons, she looks over at me with this expression of contentment and desire for more. She’s started to massage our dicks again and I lean over and whisper in her ear to go down on Greg if she wants. Her look said it all. She rolled over on top of Greg and kissed him. I heard her tell him to lay back and enjoy what she was about to do to him. She then wriggled down his body until her head was even with his now visible 9” meat. Not only was his dick longer than mine but it was about an inch thicker. As Lorraine looked at his cock in her hand, I could tell she was going to enjoy sucking this guy’s dick. With her lips parted and as she looked up at me, I saw my wife lower her head and Greg’s cock head disappeared into her mouth. Soon I was watching my wife licking the length of him, periodically moving all the way down to roll one of his balls into her mouth. In moments she was completely involved with this guy’s cock. I could hear her slurping as she moved up and down the distance of his shaft, sucking him deep into her throat on every second or third stroke. In a matter of seconds I saw Greg’s face tighten as his cock started filling my wife’s mouth with his cum. She continued sucking, gulping him as he shot load after load. She pulled his dick out of her mouth as he shot his last ribbon and it landed across her cheek. She looked so hot. Cum dripping from the side of her mouth and cum across her face. I could not stand it any longer and suggested that we go out to our van. Greg nodded in agreement. We gathered ourselves and made our way outside. As we walked to the van, Lorraine gave me a hug and told me that she could hardly wait to have both of us in her at the same time. Once in the van, Greg sat in one of the back captain chairs and I in the other. Lorraine wasted no time. She had my cock in her mouth and was eagerly feeding on it. Soon Greg had taken his pants completely off and once again his cock grew to it’s full length. The head, now clearly visible, was larger than the shaft and mushroomed out creating a lip that was quite large. Now, Lorraine had both of our cocks in her hands transferring her hot mouth between the two of us. Then she said that she needed a dick in her pussy. I nodded to her to go for Greg’s. We quickly stripped her of her clothes. She placed one leg on either side of him, spread her legs, grabbed his hard cock close to its base, and rubbed her cunt with it. Then, I saw his huge hard head separate her lips as she slid it partially in. She stood there moving it gently further into her steaming pussy. Deeper and deeper I saw his dick disappear. As she moved up his shaft, I could see the skin of her inner pussy being pulled out as it hugged it. This guy’s cock was really stretching her. It didn’t take long before she was riding the full length of his love juice covered dick. As she rode for all she was worth, he kneaded and sucked on her tits. After a few minutes of this, I stood up and positioned myself so that she could suck my raging hard-on as she continued to fuck this guy. Here was my wife with my dick in her mouth, fucking on this 9” cock and moaning in ecstasy like I’ve never before heard. Then, all of a sudden she took my cock out of her mouth and said she wanted me to fuck her in her ass while Greg fucked her pussy. Well, having fucked my wife’s ass only twice in our marriage, I was to say the least surprised and more than willing. I went up to the front and took a tube of KY out of our “travel kit”. Greg had reclined his chair almost all the way as Lorraine continued riding his dick slowly but intently. I lubed my cock and added a dab to her ass hole. I slid my finger inside as she welcomed the intrusion. As I slid deeper I could feel Greg’s dick. Wow, what a sensation. I got closer and pulled the skin of my cock back as I inched my dick into her hot hole. I got my head in and waited for her to accustom to both our cocks in her. After a few seconds, she pushed back towards me taking more of my length. I made my way about three quarters of the way in and could now feel Greg’s hardness between the thin membrane of her sopping pussy and ass. Soon we had this rhythm going that seemed to have us moving as one. What a feeling! I’m now stroking my entire cock up my wife’s hot ass, my balls slapping gently against her and Greg’s balls. After a few minutes, I felt Greg’s legs tense followed by him saying “I’m gonna cum”. And cum he did. It seemed as if his cock grew even bigger as he filled my wife’s pussy with load after load of his hot semen. By all rights, I should have cum also. But, I for some reason I felt like I could go on this way all night. As Greg pulled out of her dripping pussy, Lorraine said to me “please don’t stop” – so I continued sliding my cock in and out of her tight slippery love hole. Greg had moved over to the other chair and just sat watching us. After what seemed only a matter of a few minutes, I looked over at Greg and noticed him stroking a cock that seemed to be coming alive once again. Ah, to be in my 20’s again. At my age, I can go for about an hour before cuming. But, once I cum, I’m pretty well spent for the night. After a few more minutes of fucking my wife’s ass, Greg stood up and next to me positioning his dick right in front of my face. I knew he wanted me to put it in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock before and had to think for a while if I really wanted to do this. Between the heavy scent of sex in the air, my wife moaning in pleasure at my stroking and the heat of the moment, I decided tonight would be the night. I looked up at him and nodded for him to come closer. Once within range, I opened my mouth and accepted his large veined monster. It was a strange yet wonderful sensation. His dick was warm and soft, yet hard. Soon, I was really getting into it. I found the feel of his large mushroomed head going in my mouth and to the back part of my throat to be quite a turn-on. We must have been quite a sight, if I could have only taped this! Then all of a sudden he removed his cock from my mouth and went for the KY. For a moment I thought he was going to come back in for seconds of Lorraine’s hot and aching pussy. But, he had other ideas. He spread some lube on his dick and then positioned himself behind me. The next thing I felt was my ass cheeks being spread and the slippery coldness of the lube on my hole. Wow! Was this guy going to fuck me? He slid his finger in and out, lubing my canal; I couldn’t believe how good this felt! I’ve never considered myself gay but this was really getting me hot. He pulled his finger out and then I felt the tip of his huge cock head up against my hole. I tried to relax as much as I could knowing that it would only make his entry easier for both of us. As I relaxed, I felt the pressure increase against my asshole until he was in. He pulled out a little then pushed forward again, this time going deeper. I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked in the ass, as I was fucking my wife’s ass. Before I knew it, the up and down strokes of my cock in Lorraine had helped his cock slide deeper into me. And, soon I had this guy’s entire length up my ass. I could feel his balls slapping against me as I slapped my balls against Lorraine. As my in stroke was completed and I started my outstroke, he would ram me with his hard dick. Pretty soon we were again moving in sync. The pleasure was extremely intense. After a few minutes of this Lorraine yelled out “I’m going to cum!” Our pace picked up, as Greg and I seemed to be on the verge as well. Then I felt Lorraine’s ass pulsate on my cock and I knew she was cuming. I fucked her for all I was worth as Greg continued to fuck my now slick willing ass. I felt him tense and then spurts of his hot sperm shoot up me. I could hold out no longer. My cock started erupting, spewing load after load of my pent up spunk into my wife’s asshole. We came and came and came. Then Greg pulled his thick cock out of me, some of his cum oozing out my ass with it. He dropped back into the rear seat of the van just as I pulled my dick out of Lorraine. She turned to me with a look of extreme delight on her face. We sat for a few minutes saying nothing – kind of just basking in the last of the experience. Then Greg said that he really had to go. We exchanged numbers and as my wife gave him a passionate goodbye kiss that seemed to emit a “thank you”, Greg left. Lorraine and I just sat in the van for a while – recovering. Then she said, “I can’t believe how many times I came. We have to do this again, honey”. I agreed and started thinking of how I could put it together. We've had two encounters since.
Title: 3sum live Tags: True Story, Threesome Content: While Ann and Robin sat in their parents room watching a show their friend Jean showed up. Jean had been drinking Canadian Mist. She spiked both Ann and Robins drink. They all began to laugh at each other. Robin put a sticker on Ann's head...it said "Happy Hour". Jean was excited she jumped on top of Ann and started to kiss her neck. Ann's phone went off it was her boyfriend Kenny. Jean started teasing Ann by biting her nipples and humping her softly. Ann told Kenny what Jean was doing to her. He decided to come to town but only if they both agreed to sleep with him. Ann and Jean were excited. Ann had never had a threesome before and was thrilled. Ann pulled out her Nipple Nibblers and her and Jean applied it too the hood of their pussys so that they could feel the tingling sensation that it sent out. Ann got into her mini skirt and Jean got into her nightie. Robin was looking up porn getting excited. Ann and Robins mother was in the other room and Robin knew that when Kenny got their she would have to stay in the room. Kenny showed up and they all watched porn. Kenny started to finger Jean while Ann watched. Robin decided it was best if she were to go to the other side of the room. She put on head phones to ignore what was going on. Kenny continued to finger Jean and then Jean began to finger Ann. Things were getting hot in heavy. A knock at the door interrups. They must answer it, no one must know what they're doing. It is Ann & Robins sister Marie, whom has a big mouth, she wanted help. Ann refused and Robin pretended to be into a movie. As Marie stormed out they locked the door and continued where they left off. A few minutes later another knock on the door. It was their cousin Joe. He walks in the room and ask what everyone was doing. They claim to be talking and then he realizes that they are preparing for a threesome because Jeans tit was hanging out. They tell him not to say anything but he says he is going to his room to get his video camera. He leaves the room and comes back he says he wants to check his email and tells them to continue on. They lock the door and they continue where they were before. After 5 minutes there is another knock on the door. It is Joe's wife Maria she comes in the room and ask what is going on. Joe explains to Maria that Ann, Jean and Kenny are having a threesome and that they are giving a live show. Maria is thrilled and shuts the door and locks it. Maria has a seat next to Robin who is lying next to Joe. Ann starts to eat out Jean. You can hear the moaning intensify Jean starts to grab Ann's hair and thrust her head into her wet luscious pussy. Kenny watches and then wants to be involved. Ann moves aside so Kenny can get some of Jean's sweet pussy. Joe watches and takes pictures. Joe tells Ann she should sit on Jeans face. Ann leans up over Jeans face. Jean eats out Ann as Kenny eats Jean out. The moaning and groaning could make you wet just from the sound. Joe and Maria watch in awe. They turn to get Robin to watch but she refuses after all it was her sister involved. Maria gives Robin a play by play of who was doing what. Eventually Kenny sits up and Ann starts to give him head. She slowly wrapped her tongue around his long hard shaft and swirled up too the top. Kenny moans with anticipation. Jean kisses Kenny and nibbles on his neck. Joe and Maria are very turned on. They try to convince Robin to come in the room with them. Robin perceived this as a joke so she didn't move. Joe and Maria left the room and went to have their own fun. Jean tells Kenny she wants him to fuck her. She has never seen a cock so big in her life. She tells them she won't unless they use a condom. Robin gives up her last condom. She wouldn't want to stand in the way of Jean getting fucked hard. Kenny starts to fuck Jean as she fingers Ann. The moaning grows and breathing increases. Ann becomes jealous she wants dick too. Kenny gets Jean off and then Ann gets on top of him. Jean starts to finger Ann's ass. Kenny gets jealous and turns Ann over and sticks his meat in her ass. He fucks Ann until they both cum in unison. Meanwhile Joe and Maria are just starting to get comfy. Joe starts to kiss Maria from head-to-toe. He bites Maria gently on the neck. As he pulls her hair. Robin walks into the room and ask if she can join. Joe looks at Maria for her seal of approval. Maria looks at Robin and asked her what took so long. Robin goes towards the two and starts to remove her shirt. Her creamy white breast are revealed in the open. Joe pats the bed and tells Robin to come over. Robin leans on the bed and starts to kiss Maria. Joe starts to nibble on Maria's breast. Joe slowly goes down and spreads Maria's legs and begins to eat her juicy box. Maria begins to nibble on Robins breast. Robin lays to the side and begins to watch Joe. Maria starts to finger Robin and they both begin to moan. Joe makes Maria cum and then goes to Robin. He starts to nibble on Robins clit and she archs her back with ecstasy. She gets really wet but makes him stop. She wants to suck on his huge stick. As Robin begins to show Joe why her nickname is Robin Bobbin. He begins to tremble and she could feel his balls become filled. Maria begins to eat Robin out as Robin got wetter and hotter she began to move faster. Joe shot his load into Robins mouth and as soon as he did Robin came in Marias. They all lay there and basked. A few minutes later Robin went down on Maria and it turned Joe on. He came up behind Robin and started fucking her hard. The bitch got what she had cumming. As Maria was starting to get off Joe got off Robin. Robin laid aside and Joe fucked Maria until they both came. They all took a shower and scrubbed each other off. After they got out they met up with Kenny, Ann, and Jean. They played truth or dare. The antics continued. Oh what a night to remember.
Title: 3 - Joan (She Lived in the Basement) Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Male / Older Female, Non-consensual sex Content: Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have two prior stories, and this is third story of my teenage sexual encounters. While the other two stories are not necessary to read, there are a couple allusions to the other stories in this one. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is. --------- When I was about 13, a family friend needed to move out of her apartment. She shared a place with her younger sister, and her sister had recently become engaged. Rather than having to pay for a 2-bedroom herself, Joan offered her younger sister the apartment and needed a temporary place to live. What was supposed to be a month visit, maybe two at the most, turned into a stay between three and four years in length. Not being able to afford an apartment, except in some of the less-desirable places to live in Toronto, my parents insisted that she continue to live with us until she found something suitable. Eventually, she was just like another part of the family, and it wasn’t such a bad deal for my parents; Joan offered to help out around the house in many ways. When she first moved in, my parents had just entered their fifties, and following my father’s financial success, they were very interested in doing a lot more travelling. Joan helped out by looking after me and my older brother, and checked in on my sister who had recently entered her first year of university. Joan was not a striking beauty by any stretch of the imagination. She had very fair, shoulder-length blonde hair that she typically kept in a tight pony tail. She was probably a good forty or fifty pounds over what most people would consider ‘comfortable’. For a woman standing at 5’7”, she was bordering on obese, but kept an active lifestyle to the point that she wore the weight well. She was chunky, but not in a completely repulsive way. The only real problem I had with her appearance was her nose. She had two grey-blue eyes, but you could barely notice them with her rather large nose protruding from her face. Despite what I saw as her only real physical flaw, I often found myself masturbating to fantasies of Joan. Our relationship was somewhat bizarre in that she fell somewhere between an older sister or cousin, and a mother figure. She helped raise me through some of the more challenging years of a young adult’s life: puberty. Joan was a very nice lady. She was always concerned for my well-being, and wanted to make sure that I had space when she was in charge. She didn’t hover if I had friends over, and she generally was ok with my friends and I drinking and smoking as we got older. When my parents would go out of town on one of their suddenly frequent vacation to Europe or the Caribbean, Joan was there at my beck and call, despite working a fulltime job herself. She would get up earlier to drive us to school, she would make dinner, and she would basically have very minimal social life while my parents were out of town. The woman had gone from dating occasionally to being a sweatpants and laundry-day shirt kind of lady on a daily basis. As the years went by, Joan was very helpful in shaping the man I was to become. She was open and honest about things that I was just never comfortable talking about with my family. I was very clueless of any sexual effect it may have had on her, but she was very understanding when I came to her to talk about sex and relationships. As I said before, she was kind of somewhere between a much older sister and a mother. Joan wouldn’t hesitate to get into the details of sex, and even told me how to properly eat a girl out. She had appeared overjoyed when I told her of some of my first sexual experiences with Emily, my first real girlfriend, and her eyes always seemed to light up whenever I’d come into her room before she went to bed, so we could chat about anything and everything. The summer after I finished tenth grade, I had absolutely nothing to do. I was never a camp kid even though I was in Beavers, Cubs, and Boy Scouts from the age of five. My father wanted me to work at his offices during the summer, but I managed to get out of that situation by explaining that it was my last real summer as a ‘child’. I assured him that I would work for him the following two summers before I went off to university myself (I was very fortunate to not have to keep a part-time job while I was in high school, due to my father’s success). In the last year, I had turned from a moderately flabby, but not overweight, individual into a bit of a jock. I spent more time in the gym than I did doing homework or studying, and I was very proud of the body I had shaped – it had helped me get my first girlfriend, and I had had sex with six different girls since my personal transformation had occurred. The only shitty thing about my summer starting was that I was no longer getting it on the regular from Mrs. Curtis. This meant that I would be wholly relying on parties and maybe getting a new steady girlfriend to have any amount of sex. By late June, I had been out of school for about two weeks, and Joan had noticed a definite shift in my mood. I hadn’t fucked for a week, which was pretty on the low side considering I had been having sex at least three times a week for the last six or so months. She was acting cheery around me, and was taking a lot more liberties with our time spent together. She had begun putting her hand on my leg, and wearing skimpy noodle-strap tank-tops that barely held her in rather large breasts. One evening in early July, I was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. I had no plans because it was a weeknight and half of my friends were either at camp or on vacation. Since no one was home, I had been walking around the house with no shirt or boxers on – just sweatpants. As I was eating, Joan came home and made her way into the kitchen to say hello. Before she even got within five feet of me, I was incredibly aware of how plastered she was. She was slurring her speech a little, walking very carefully, and most of all, she reeked. She smelled like she had smoked a few packs of cigarettes and then had a dip in a bath full of booze. “How was your day,” I asked Joan, trying to be polite. I was a little concerned because I’d only ever seen her this drunk once before, and she wasn’t living with us at the time. “It was exquisite,” she managed to mumble. “How did you get home?” I hoped she hadn’t driven. “Got a cab. That chicken smells awesome. I had salad for lunch. Can I have some?” She was muttering non sequiturs, and had already started picking pieces of chicken and feta cheese out of the salad I had prepared before I could respond. I got up and quickly went across the kitchen to grab her a glass of water. She was going to be pretty hung over in the morning unless she downed a few litres before she passed out. Returning to the tables, I started pressing for information that I knew I already had the answer to. “Any hot guys at the bar?” “Of course there’s hot guys at the bar. That’s why we go after work.” Smiling slightly, I got her another glass of water. Judging by the amount of time Joan spent at our place on weekends, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if my two sexless weeks were peanuts compared to her current dry streak. “You should go home with one of them sometime. You deserve some fun too, you know. Jake (my brother) is moving out in a couple months for school, and I’m old enough to look after myself.” “I need them to want to go home with me too, sweety.” She had struck out with whatever guy she’d been hitting on at the bar. I knew that this situation was likely headed towards what I call ‘blubbery drunk’, when someone is just so incoherent that they start crying a little. The next thing you know, they’re bawling and sobbing uncontrollably, and you can’t understand a single word they’re saying. Refilling Joan’s glass a third time, I set the glass down on the table in front of her chair and gave her a big hug around her neck from behind. “You’re probably too good for any of those fucking idiots anyway,” I reassured her. I could feel her body fighting off some trembling as she tried to maintain some decent level of drunken composure. “I’d kill to have a hard cock in me tonight.” I was floored. Obviously most people like sex, that’s no secret. But my parents and their friends had never really been ones to openly discuss their sex lives. Yes, my father made innuendos, but they never outright discussed any aspect of fornication with each other or in their pasts. I wasn’t really sure how to handle the situation, so I sat down beside Joan and offered her another hug from the front. As we embraced, I could feel her loosen up a bit. She was definitely calming down, and her body was relaxing a bit. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to me, briefly catching my eye before looking down at my crotch. I hadn’t even noticed her hand until that moment, as it was quickly climbing up my leg. I wasn’t aware that how I was sitting was pushing my cock against my sweatpants and giving her an outline of my still flaccid member. I was maybe a tiny bit aroused before hand, so my cock had a tiny bit of life, but nothing that would have drawn any attention. As I stood up to try to back from her, Joan’s hand darted forward and hooked into the front of my sweat pants. Rising, my pants dropped and my limp cock was suddenly inches from her face. Grabbing Joan’s hands before anything happened, I drew my hips back, trying to remove myself from this situation before it got worse. How embarrassed would she be if she touched me while she was absolutely hammered? Before I could flee the room, Joan had pushed me back. With the back of my legs resting against a chair already, I fell into the seat and wasn’t quick enough to move before she was on me again, with the determination and unwillingness to quit that comes with being incredibly drunk. My pants had fallen around my ankles, so she reached out and grabbed my flopping penis well I tried to pry her grip open. Looking me in the eye for only a moment, her head suddenly bobbed down to meet its prey. As my cock entered her warm mouth, my resistance quickly lessened, and my hand that was on her head had gone from trying to pull her away to trying to force her into a rhythmic assault. My cock was rapidly getting harder, and soon my full eight and a half inches was getting wet with her spit. I pushed back gently on her to allow myself to stand up. Grabbing her ponytail in my right hand, I held my cock straight with the left, lining up her throat for what was about to come. I was willing to allow myself to become lost in ecstasy in a moment. Out of nowhere, I hear keys in the front door. My parents have arrived home from their dinner date and have brought their friends back here for coffee. Scrambling to shove my rock hard dick back into my pants was a challenge, especially with Joan not sensing the reason for my urgent movements. As my parents turned into the kitchen, they were greeted with me sitting opposite Joan, looking like we were just chatting. Had they come into the kitchen before passing into the living room, they would have noticed that Joan’s leg was stretched under the table, continuing to trace my cock through my pants. “How was work, dad?” I asked as he came in to the kitchen to get the coffee started. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Can you go put a fucking shirt on? At least until the Lee’s leave.” “I will in a second, dad. Just gonna finish my dinner.” As he left the room, Joan stumbled her way over to me, kissing me full on the lips. She reached down to continue to play with my cock before I swatted her hand away and told her this couldn’t happen. She pouted and was going to start crying again, so I quickly threw her over my shoulder and got her downstairs to her room. I left her fully clothed on her bed, with a couple bottles of water and a garbage can. I then went to my room to get dressed, before saying hello to the Mr. and Mrs. Lee. An hour later, after the departure of their guests, my parents went upstairs to watch some tv before they went to bed. I knew I needed to go check on Joan. As I descended the stairs, I reasoned to myself that it wasn’t because I was horny and wanted it (did I?), but because I genuinely was worried about her. She was pretty drunk when she got home, and if she had rolled over and thrown up in her sleep, she could easily choke to death. “Joan?” I knocked on her door, pushing it open slightly so I could listen for a response. Dead silence. I opened the door a little more, continuing to quietly call her name. I had dimmed the lights before I left her earlier, and it was making it challenging to see – the light from outside was quickly fading, and I didn’t want to startle her or myself by turning the lights on full. Carefully feeling my way along the wall, I made my way past the small alcove-entrance to her room and rounded the corner to find her in an awkward position. Her upper body and part of her thighs were on the bed, but everything else was hanging over the edge. She had definitely been coherent enough to get up at least once in the hour since I hastily deposited her on the bed, as she had changed into her sweats and that tantalizing noodle-strap top. Lying face down on the bed, I slowly crossed the few steps to her still body before once more calling her name and gently shaking her leg. All Joan did was emit a low moan, as though she were trying to say something. Despite her condition, she was probably still capable of carrying a conversation, though she was not making it easy. I leaned down to get my head closer to her face. “Joan, are you ok?” I rubbed her shoulder before trying to carefully turn her over. As she rolled over, the mounds on her chest succumbed to gravity, pushing the sides of her top out from her body. My penis began to harden, as I remembered how good it felt to have my dick in a mouth again for the first time in a few weeks. I kneeled on the bed, straddling Joan, as I was going to try to hike her up farther onto the bed so she was at least in a comfortable position to get some good rest. As I dipped my body to gain some leverage, my hardening cock ground into her After getting her head up onto her pillows, I made a snap decision. Standing up quickly, I threw my pants to the side, and quickly knelt down, my ass resting gently on her hips. I knew that if she woke up and didn’t remember what had happened earlier, I was in for a world of trouble to try and explain what I was about to do. Lifting her neck up, I pulled her tank top up and off her body, letting her huge globes flop back down against her. I shuffled up the bed and rested my cock between them, with the head on her lips. Grabbing the side of each beautiful mound in one hand, I started to fuck her tits, my cockhead stabbing her face with every thrust. Despite feeling pretty good, after only a minute or two of this, I knew it was going to be uncomfortable if I continued to do so. After trying for a few moments to get her mouth opened enough to stuff part of my cock in, I resigned myself to jerking off a big load, spraying her tits and mouth equally with my salty sperm. Reaching back, I cupped her pussy through her sweat pants before squeezing the last remaining drops of my juice out onto her lips. One of the most erotic experiences of my young sexual life, and the other person hadn’t even been awake to experience it. I immediately began to sense the repercussions of Joan waking up with dried semen all over her naked breasts and face. Jumping off the bed, I got a washcloth from her bathroom and cleaned her up, before sliding her tank top back on. The last thing I did was leave a note telling her that we definitely needed to talk about what had happened, and we could talk the next night after she got home from work, and before she went to bed. I ended by telling her I hope she felt better, and that I had tried to force feed her gallons of water, leaving out the other thing I had tried to shove in her mouth. The next couple weeks went by, and Joan had been avoiding me as best she could. She would come home having already eaten, or with takeout, and go right into the basement without more than a quick hello to my parents, completely ignoring me. I felt slightly dejected, and was pretty sad that I’d screwed up my awesome relationship with a very nice person. Just after my mother’s birthday in mid-July, my brother announced that he needed to go visit the school he had chosen to go to in Boston to finalize some things, register, and make sure that everything was going to go smoothly with his freshman year of university. My parents quickly decided that they would go with him, and made an entire week of what should have been a one or two day visit. Opting to give him a graduation present of travel, the three of them were going to be spending five days after the college arrangements were in place to drive down to New York and visit parts of the north-eastern United States. With my sister taking an accelerated program, she was stuck in school all summer, leaving Joan and I alone for a week. Joan must have accepted that it was useless to avoid me forever, because she finally spoke more than ‘hello’ to me for the first time in a couple weeks. My parents and brother had left Monday morning, and when Joan arrived home that evening, she walked into the kitchen to find me wearing just the sweatpants that had become my summer uniform. “Can you go put something more appropriate on so we can talk?” “Yeah, I’ll be back down in a minute,” I told her as I bolted up the stairs to grab a tight hoodie. Returning to the kitchen, Joan was lost in thought dicing some vegetables for dinner and didn’t even notice me come back in. “So we’re going to talk?” I snapped her back to reality. “Look, sweety. I have a vague memory of doing some things that I’m very embarrassed about a few weeks ago.” She held up her hand to silence me as I was going to tell her that it was ok. “Ever since I’ve been staying with you guys, my life has become increasingly more isolated. I went from living downtown to living in the suburbs. I went from sharing a place with my sister to being a permanent houseguest. While I appreciate everything your family has done for me, it has also sped up a certain part of my life that I wasn’t really anticipating for some time.” “What do you mean?” I was very confused with the direction this conversation was taking. “I’ve become a spinster. I don’t go out that often, I had less dates and sex in the last three years than at any other point since I was a teenager. I wear sweats around the house, and I became comfortable. The worst part is that I’ve been wanting sex more and more being in this house, and have just been unable to get it. I’m not in shape, I’m not the prettiest woman in most conversations, and I’m getting over the hill.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I scolded her. “You’ve got a pretty decent body,” I reassured her. I was lying a bit, but this woman was too nice and caring to feel this way. “You’re just being nice,” she responded gloomily. “I know what I am, and I know what you are, and what I did a few weeks ago was completely unacceptable.” “What do you think happened?” “Well I remember blowing you even though you didn’t want it. That’s about it.” “Well two things,” I shot back. “First, you were drunk out of your mind, so I think I can give you a free pass on that one. Second, what sixteen-year-old doesn’t want head from a gorgeous lady?” Joan smiled at me, beginning to blush. “Most young men are fine getting head from less-attractive women too.” “Would you stop that? You’ve got great hair, beautiful eyes, and you’re not that out of shape. You’re pretty close to a great booty, and your tits are pretty magnificent.” “My tits?” Joan cut me off. I knew I’d fucked up. Scrambling to try to find a way out of the situation, I began muttering, “Uhh... yeah.. you know. That tank top.... you have nice tits.” As Joan looked at me, searching my face for what was obviously missing from the story, I could feel my cock start to harden in my sweats. “That night...” Joan trailed off. “Rob, what happened that night? Tell me the truth.” I told her exactly what had happened that evening up until the point my parents got home and I had carried her down into her room. “So nothing else happened?” She was grilling me. Somehow she knew something else had gone on that evening. “Well, I went to check on you later, but, uhhh..... yeah..” I started to mumble again. “Ok, I believe you,” she said, opening her arms for a hug. Despite my throbbing cock, I stood up and hugged into her, my ass sticking out to stop her from noticing my arousal. Suddenly, Joan grabbed my ass, grinding my hard cock into her warm crotch. “I’m not drunk tonight, Rob,” she moaned, rubbing her body along my shaft. “Joan, I really don’t... I don’t think we should,” I stammered. “Your dick thinks we should,” she countered. Her hand snaked down into my pants, closing tightly around the base of my throbbing cock. With her free hand, Joan roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth into hers. I hadn’t really been fighting it to this point, but I quickly spun her around, before tackling her to the ground. After some struggling, Joan ended up on her back, my shins carefully pinning her arms down as she wiggled her hips a futile attempt at freedom. “Rob,” Joan began. “Don’t move,” I warned her. Carefully lifting one knee at a time, I managed to shimmy my pants off, my hard shaft now visible to her sober eyes for the first time. Replacing my knees on her arms, I grabbed her face with my right hand, my thumb pushing hard at her mouth. Despite gaining easy entrance, I continued to try to force my already enclosed thumb further. “You haven’t fucked in a long time,” I tormented her. “Please let me up,” she begged. Ignoring her request, I leaned back and undid her suit pants, before shoving a hand in and cupping her pussy through her panties. “Jesus Christ, you are fucking soaked!” “Let me up,” she demanded once again, though definitely sounding more as though she thought she was in control of the situation. As I slowly got off of her arms, I grabbed her hair, dragging her to her knees, and then her feet. Standing behind her, I dropped her pants to her ankles, and pulled her tightly to me. My cock was now resting between her fat ass cheeks. Holding her stomach roughly with both hands, I bent my knees slightly, allowing my hard cock to run across her panty-clad pussy. Reaching one hand up, I pulled her head backwards by her hair, biting her lip hard and eliciting a loud moan. “You’re going to get what you want,” I told her. “But first, you’re going to give me what I want. Get downstairs and go turn on the sauna. When you’ve done that, go wait in your room.” Squeezing her breasts through her shirt, I pushed her roughly from me. Spinning quickly to look at me, she turned and quickly went into the basement to turn the sauna on. Before she could get to her room, I silently ran down the stairs and hid in her closet. As Joan entered her room, she had already taken her jacket, shirt and bra off. Her tits sagged a little, and jiggled tremendously as she skipped towards her bed. As she bent over, I crept out of her closet. Grabbing her from behind, I tore her panties, ripping them off her legs without allowing her to take them off. As Joan squealed in ecstasy, I pushed her face down into her pillow and climbed on top. Even though she was relatively tight from years of inactivity, she was so wet that I slid half my cock into her pussy with no trouble at all, causing her to tremble in a quick orgasm. The sound was mostly muffled by her pillow, but she was screaming like a banshee, very high-pitched and arousing. As her brief orgasm subsided, I shoved my cock further into her pussy before pulling out and climbing up beside her. “Suck my dick,” I barked at her. She obediently forced my cock into her mouth, gagging at the effort. Removing my cock from her mouth, I grabbed her once more by her ponytail, and began dragging her to her bathroom. Not allowing her to get a proper footing, she hissed as the carpet burned her knees and the tops of her feet. Pushing the door open, I pulled her up and into her shower with me. After letting the water reach a warm temperature, I pulled her wandering hands from my shaft and told her to clean my cock, my asshole, and her own body, making sure to stress that I wanted her asshole clean enough to eat out of. As Joan quickly scrubbed our bodies with soap, I roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as I pulled them out from her body. Telling her to hurry up and finish soaping herself, I shoved three fingers into her pussy before forcing them into her mouth. Greedily licking her juices off my hand, she finished her soapy task. Shutting the water off, I grabbed a bottle of baby-oil of her counter before grasping her once again by her pony tail. Pulling her from her bathroom, I strode with purpose from her bedroom, through the small entrance and into the hallway. My grasp in her wet hair tightened, and though it must have hurt like hell, her gaze never left my cock as it swung back and forth with each stride. Seeing that the sauna was warm enough, I got in and let go of her. As her hands tried to once more reach for my veined member, I pushed her gently away before sitting on the sauna bench and rocking back so my asshole was exposed. “Eat my ass,” I commanded her. Joan hesitated for a moment, a slight look of distaste spreading across her face. “EAT MY ASS,” I screamed at her. Quickly dropping to her carpet-burned knees, Joan’s tongue began to lick around my asshole. Reaching down, I pulled her head right into me, so that her she had an eyeful of my trimmed sack while her tongue probed my ass. I started to slowly jerk off the top of my cock, causing my balls to rub against her eyes and forehead as she continued to slurp at my hole. After a few minutes of this, I pushed her head away a foot, before lowering my cock to her mouth and pulling her back. Gagging once more on my hard dick, Joan’s throat was closing off, trying to prevent the rough intrusion. I grabbed the back of head and pulled hard, though it was not fitting into her throat. A small puddle was forming underneath me from Joan’s mouth. Standing up, I leaned her backwards until she was on her back, her tits once again flopping into themselves. I grabbed her throat and started fucking her face, only getting four or five inches in. After allowing her to relax a little bit at this less strenuous assault on her mouth, I pushed hard, shoving my cock until my trimmed ball sack pushed over her nose. As Joan’s body began to shake and fight the renewed intrusion, I held her tightly to my groin. Pulling out to allow her to breathe, I looked with content with the spit and tears mashing together on her face. I stood over Joan, slowly jerking my cock. “Lube up,” I told her. She knew better than to ignore me this time – the pain would be excruciating. After she’d applied some baby oil to her asshole, I had her kneel on floor of the sauna, pushing her ass in the air. Standing over Joan, I pushed my hard dick downward, lining it up with her fat ass. As I slowly pushed my head into her ass, Joan began to tremble a little. After a couple moments, my cock was halfway into her asshole, and she exploded for the second time, her juices cascading down her legs and onto the wooded floor. Working my cock further into her rectum, I was finally resting against her cheeks. Her ass was incredibly tight, squeezing my cock like a boa, asking it to never leave. As I slowly started to pull out and begin a light thrusting rhythm, Joan came for a third time, once again wailing like a demon possessed. I continued to pound her asshole for about ten minutes before pulling out and telling her to suck me. Without hesitation, Joan turned around and pulled me into her mouth, jerking the base of my cock while slurping hard on my pulsing purple head. Leaning over, I pinched her nipples and roughly squeezed and slapped her tits. “I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. “Lie down.” As she lay on the floor, I sat right on her stomach, as she continued to jerk me off. Leaning forward on my knees, I grabbed my cock from her grasp and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her head towards me. As my cock began to twitch, I deposited load after load in her mouth and on her cheeks, chin, and forehead. After what seemed like a good twenty or thirty seconds, my orgasm ended, and I slumped a little bit. As we exited the sauna, our sweat dripping everywhere, I pulled Joan to me and roughly pushed my tongue into her mouth. “Go tell your boss you’re not coming in this week.” --------- Final Note: My parents found out that Joan and I had been fucking for a number of months just before Christmas that year, and she was forced to move out almost immediately.
Title: 3:00AM Tags: Poem Content: It’s 3:00 in the morning I look at you; you look at me So what you want to do its 3:00 in the morning. I want to make love to you from head to toe. Hitting it fast then slow. Making your body scream in ecstasy This is not a nightmare but a beautiful dream. I enter you not once but twice. Every stroke a pure delight. You rub your hands down the small of my back. Not to hard but a gentle scratch. I’m on top you on the bottom Pull your legs back I don’t mind if you holler You say you want to switch position Let’s do it because I’m on a mission. OH WOW so you want like that! You know I love giving that ass a smack. Don’t stop now I’m about to erupt It just change from making love To I want to fuck ITS 3:00 IN THE MORNING
Title: 3 AM in the Morning Tags: Fantasy Introduction: Lust and horny Content: The beautiful women in my life are divided into three groups; The first group is my six ex-wives with whom I have better relationships with divorced than married. Our sexual relationships are more seductive, erotic, and spontenous. The second group is my mistresses which is limited to four. Two mistresses live in Europe and two live in Dallas. The third group is my lovers who are expected to be available 24/7 and scattered around the U.S., Europe, and Asia. My insatiable sexual appetite is never satisfied so I always pursue hot sex with a variety of beautiful women. My preference in women is Asian since they are petite and have very tight pussy and asses. Karen is one my ex-wife's, she has finished the 2 am news show and I 'm waiting to take her for coffee. As I'm standing by her desk in her office, Karen reaches out to grab her purse, she brushes against my crotch. She feels my semi-hard bulge, at this point Karen is so horny, and so needs to be fucked. We are the only two people in the building except for night news staff and technicians. Karen decided she would probably not get this opportunity again very soon. She decides to go for it. Before I had the chance to oppose, she has my pants unbuttoned and unzipped dropping around my ankles. My cock is now rock hard standing at attention and pushing hard against my briefs. Karen lowers the briefs to see my long thick hard cock. It is just as perfect as she remembers it. The head is huge. She loved the feeling of my big head pushing into her tight slit. My shaft is thick with ugly veins snaking around it. Seeing my monster cock again makes her dripping wet. She cupped my balls in her hand while she licks the tip of my head. I leaned back against the desk as she took the whole head in her mouth. Karen slides my cock deeper into her mouth She looks directly into my eyes. My green eyes are filled with desire. She slowly takes all of me into her mouth, my breathing starts to get faster. Slowly pulling me back out of her mouth paying special attention to my head. She swirls her tongue around the top, sliding it into the slit and swirling it around some more. I moan in pleasure as I grab the back of her head to guide her movement on my cock. I move her slowly up and down at first allowing her time to play with the head with each thrust. After a few minutes I'm banging her face against my pelvis while thrusting my cock down her throat. Karen tastes the salty cum escaping from my head. She continues to cup my balls in her hands, starting to roll them around in her hand. I pull my cock out as my load releases, it came so fast and hard it got all over her face. She quickly takes me back in her mouth to get the remaining drops. It tastes so good. Karen wishes I would have let her drink it all. My hand grabs the collar of her blouse. With one quick jerk, I tear it off of her. All that is covering her is her lace bra. That too is gone in a matter of seconds. I shove her up against the wall kissing her. Hard, on the mouth as my hands roam over her tits, Squeezing and twisting. Karen tries to squirm away, I'm to strong for her. I push one of my knees between her legs forcing them apart. I'm pulling up her skirt with my free hand. Karen is fighting me. She feels something cold and sharp against her neck. “ If you’re nice, this will be over with in a little while.” I say in a thick voice. Karen knows there are no options and she encouraged me to meet her so she complies with my wishes. I hike her skirt up to her waist. I use my knife to cut off her panties. Karen feels the cold steel against her mound. She feels my fingers tugging at the small tuft of hair there. As I pull, she lets out a low scream. " Please John, it hurts." My finger slides down to between the folds of her pussy. Finding her clit I start rubbing it roughly. “ I know you like that, Karen.” I growl. Karen can’t find her voice to answer me. I grab the hood twisting it around. “ I asked you a question Karen”. The pain is so intense that she feels as if she is about to pass out. Karen nods her head. She knows if she tells me what I want to hear, I will not stop. Suddenly I slide my finger deep inside of her. I bend my head down taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I roll it around in my mouth. Biting it and twisting it. My finger is deep inside of her sliding in and out. Karen wants to cry out but she knows not to. She feels my huge hard cock rubbing against her leg. Then she feels another finger go inside her. I'm finger fucking her hard and rough. My other hand is in the back of her hair. Pulling it so her head is arched back. I bite her neck at the tender part just above her collarbone. My fingers continue moving in and out of her like mad. Karen suddenly feels me touching her ass. Then she feels the same fingers that were in her pussy, being shoved in her tight ass. Karen has never felt this before. She is wriggling away and I wrap my hand in her hair tighter. Again, she has no choice but to comply. Just when she thinks she can’t stand anymore, I spin her around bending her over the desk. I shove my cock inside her pussy so hard that she thought the thickness had split her in two. My hand reaches around playing with her clit while I'm slamming into her like a pile driver. Karen is feeling sensations that she does not want to feel. My monster cock feels so good deep inside her. It has been so long since she has felt my monster cock stretching and filling her. It feels really good being stretched and filled to the brim. She starts to rock back against me. Taking every inch of me inside her. She can’t believe how wet she is. She being raped by her ex-husband and she is liking it. Without warning I pull out of her dripping pussy ramming my cock into her tight virgin ass hole. The pain is almost unbearable. Karen has never done this before and the feeling is immense. She feels an orgasm building up inside of her. I'm slamming into her harder and harder. Just as she is going to explode, I let out a “ YES!!! Oh fuck yes. Take it all Baby” Karen cums so hard and so much that it shoots out of her. It’s running down her legs and she feels my cum seeping out of her ass. I pull out, leaning against her as I whisper in her ear “ We are not done yet." Karen is left standing there dripping with both our cum dripping out of her, no blouse, no panties, and it has been a long time since she has felt so satisfied. I return with a coat and she puts it on. We go out the backdoor to the car. I open the backdoor of the car, grabbing her and pushing her in. Karen is lying on the seat on her back, I push her legs apart and slide between them. I begin fondling and sucking her nipples. I'm grinding my half hard cock against her dripping wet pussy. Karen needs my cock slammed into her again right then. It felt so good feeling my hard thick cock deep inside her, it has been so long and we needed to be relieved tonight. I raise up, kneeling before her pulling her legs further apart. I run the tip of my tongue along her wet slit. I'm slowly pushing past the lips licking from the top to her pussy. Each time my tongue hits her clit she bucks with pleasure. She holds her lips apart and run my tongue around her clit. I'm running my tongue in a circular motion on her clit. I push my finger in and turn it up pushing it right against the underside of where her clit is. As I rub this spot and circle her clit I have her squirming and moaning uncontrollably. Karen knows no one has ever hit both her g-spots at one time except me, it drove her crazy before. I'm sucking on her clit and it is all she can take. She came so hard she is screaming so loud she is afraid the others would hear her. I wipe my face as I raise up. " You know you just came hard again," I said surprised. " You are surprised that I came with the way you were working it," Karen asks. " No," I said. " I know it has been to long since I come that hard." She said. I lean forward kissing her passionately. My kiss hypnotized her. At that moment there is nothing in the world but the two of us. Karen feels my body, running her hands across my back, she realizes how long it has been since she has caressed my body. My stomach is pushed up against her and she feels my hard cock pressing against her mound. My lips are so soft and inviting, as I lightly kiss her neck. Karen wraps her legs around my waist and gently guides my cock into her pussy. I slide my hands under her ass and start thrusting in and out of her again. It had been so long since she has had my cock inside of her and tonight I have fucked her three times. She opens her eyes looking at me as I slam into her like a stallion, she feels another orgasm already. Karen is riding my massive cock with all of her might taking me as deep as I will go. Every nerve in her body is tingling with pleasure. Her body is shaking as she starts to come. " Fuck me hard," She whispers in my ear. I did as she asked and she rising up to meet my thrusts." Yes, it feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop," She yells in pleasure. She lost count but she had orgasm after orgasm, she didn't think she was ever going to stop cumming. " Oh yes you are so hot," I groan in her ear. " I have wanted to fuck you again for so long, every since the first day I saw you again. When I walked in here and seen your nice ass, I knew tonight would be the night." I admitted. " Oh yes, ride my cock," I yell. Every muscle in my body tightened as I shot my seed deep inside of her. Karen starts to kiss me again. She didn't want to stop kissing me. Karen has never had a man make her feel the way I did. My kisses are rough demanding kisses she has known. My cock stretches and fills her pussy. It is just what she loved, a long thick shaft and a thick head. As my shaft starts to go limp, she feels my cum running down her legs. I suck her nipples gently as I pull her back out of the car. " You are so beautiful," I told her as I run my fingers through her hair. " I am glad you worked late tonight and finally called me to meet you," I told her. I run my fingers along her breasts, and down her stomach. My touch sending chills down her spine. I push her legs apart to look at her pussy, I softly rub her mound. " You really are beautiful," I said again. I pull her close and wrap my arms around her and we begin kissing again. I hold her close. We put our clothes back on and got ready to go. Karen took her panties sliding it in my pocket. " These are to remember me by," Karen told me with a smile. " I always remember you," I said. " I hope we can do this more often," I said with an evil grin. Karen opened the door to her car and put her belongings inside. I run my hands across her ass as she is bent over onto the car. Chills run through her again. Every time I touch her this happens. Without noticing she spreads her legs open. I took that as a sign that she is still in the mood. I came up close behind her reaching my hand around to the front of her shoving my finger in her pussy. I begin massaging her clit as I bent over and start kissing the back of her neck. This is driving her wild. Karen throws her ass against my crotch. I'm hard again and ready to go. We both have been too long without seeing each other because we are acting like animals tonight. I unzipped my pants again taking out my monster. I slammed it deep inside of her while rubbing her clit with my finger. Her clit is so swollen that my touch causes her body to shiver uncontrollably. Karen rests her head on her car seat holding her ass as high in the air as she can while I ride her from behind. Feeling my long thick hot rod drilling in and out of her wet swollen sore pussy made her head spin. Karen feels as if she is going to faint from the pleasure her body is experiencing. Karen knew her orgasm is again drawing near. I start groaning louder, and that is it. Just knowing I'm coming made her cum with me in unison. She uses her pussy to suck every drop of cum out of my big shaft buried deep inside of her. Karen wants all of my cum inside of her. " Thank you for the best night," She told me. " So are we going to have a few more of these," I asked. "God I hope so," She said. We kissed one more time for what seems like forever. Karen watches me walk to my car. Karen wishes she would have accepted my sex addiction and my need for sex multiple times a day a long time ago. As I got in my car I turn pulling her panties out of my pocket, rubbing them on my face. Karen called me " Follow me home, John. I need to be with you tonight. We arrived at her house, going to the bedroom and stripping our clothes off. My cock had recovered and is rock hard. My hand pushes down against her spine, holding her flat to the mattress. As Karen turns her head to look round at me I thrust downwards, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Karen's heart thudded heavily. For a moment she is so intently aware of the air against her exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet makes her shiver. It drew a groan from me. A low primal sound, Unseen she hears the pop of a plastic lid. It drops softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. Her body tingles all the way to her toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossoms, this is going to hurt. All our time married Karen always refused to try anal sex. She always talked of how dirty and taboo anal sex was and there seemed no arousal. She feared the possibility of pain. Her breath choked in her throat as she fights for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal. I slap her buttocks stealing her thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Her breath stops. Her pussy wept. Her brain whips wildly between wanting and not wanting. When she had adjusted to the rhythm of my slaps, waiting I press my cock to her tight virgin ass hole. Karen's body is lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice her objection. Her fingers digging into the quilt below her. Karen is wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under me but I rest my weight on her, pinning her firmly. My cock head pulsing against her ass hole. One, twice, she begins to shake her head, no, I thrust downward. So hard and so sudden, my cock so greased, that her body opens for me in a way it never has before. Thick, thick, hard meat fills her tight virgin hole, so thoroughly that she yelps in shock. Her tight anal muscle rings hot with the force. Karen gasps, too shocked to interpret any sensations. My cock is thicker than it has ever been, feeling more like a ball bat. It sits deep inside her, pulsing with forbidden promise. Her muscles are stinging. Her body jerking under me in an attempt to reject my invasion. I groan and hiss through my teeth. Shockingly my cock seems to grow thicker. It pulses and thickens even further. My thighs shuddering as they press against hers. Just when she thought I'm in as deep as I can go I press down opening her up another inch, then two. Karen gasps. I groan. Karen has thoughts to push me off, the shock so encompassing, then she breaths out and realized that though it hurt it is not the hurt of her fears. Her ass does hurt, it burns and pulses with the abuse of the invasion, the heat moistened her cunt beyond regular slickness. Karen feels her arousal sliding down her thighs. Karen makes a soft helpless sound, trapped between her pain and her desire. Unable to decide. Karen didn't have to. I chose for her. With a roar of primal masculine need I pull back a fraction, grazing my cock against the sensitive wall of her ass, then I shove down with my hips with a ferocity that overwhelms her. My cock spearing deep into her ass. It feels like a baseball bat and not my cock is fucking her. Her hole is so narrow, so tight, that my cock is magnified proportionately. It delves like a punch that kept coming until it feels like an unending length of cock is ploughing all the way to her throat. The sensation is so strong, so wrong, that she cries out. I stop, hold myself still so that the only movement is the thud of my pulse. My pulse is so strong, so deeply buried in her, that she moans and stretches beneath me. Rolling her spine so that her buttocks pushes upwards towards me, a small encouragement that didn't unnoticed. I take advantage of her raised hips slipping my hand between her legs. Two fingers sliding into her wet pussy. Her orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. She rocks and groans, helpless beneath me. With a growl I add two more fingers, stretching open her pulsing cunt force-feeding her body with sensations. My heat surrounding her, invading her, and coaxing her. Whichever way she turns she is assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp her shoulders with my chest hair, straining away from my fingers forced my cock deeper into her aching ass, and peeling away from my cock impaled her on my fingers. Karen rocks in sensational oblivion. Her body so alive to every touch that she can only shake and tremble, her mouth too disconnected from her brain to form words. I wait until her climax subsides. Until she is shivering weakly, and panting. Karen feels the tension of my intention but lacks the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazes the hard bud of her nipple and as her body jerks in reaction I pull away from her. My cock seems to stretch her ass on its way out as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that she had barely registered that when I thrust back in. Stiffening beneath me at the fierce lunge, her muscles tensing in protest, my fingers bunched inside her cunt spreading her wide open, stretching those muscles from within. As Karen grows accustom to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessens and is replaced by the sensation of me sliding my greased cock along the walls of her ass. It was somewhere that had not been stimulated before and feels something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this is not true pain, not unbearable, she relaxes more deeply and is assailed by the sensation of my cock rubbing the length of her tight, tight space. My breathing deepens and that triggers another sensation. The knowledge that her body is going to make me cum is so erotic. Karen feels the tension in my thighs, the hardening of my cock, the burrowing of my fingers and the rasping of my breath on her shoulder. " Dirty little bitch." I hiss. Karen smiles at the words, can't stop herself. They are not erotic ones but from my lips they are the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses in the world. Better still Karen feels dirty, my fat hard cock pumping deep into her ass. It didn't matter how liberated she is it feels wrong. And when something feels this wrong it had to be right. Karen grinds down against my hand, demanding, urging, my fingers to probe deeper inside her, ripping another orgasm from her. It is too much for me; I give a bellow, one of triumph. With a painful grinding of my hips I pump thick streams of hot cum into her ass while she shook beneath me, her own pleasure heightened by mine. Karen sighs stretching her arms above her head, her body shaking with satisfaction. " Ok you were right. I did enjoy anal." I growl slapping a palm across her ass. " I don't know why you didn't try it before when we were married, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."
Title: 3 AUNTS Tags: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Threesome Introduction: SAMANTHA EWING is a Female J .R. Content: The Three Aunts (Chapter 1) Inheritance and Betrayal Samantha Cherry Ewing was my real name (born illegitimate) but my stage name was Cherry Delicious. I was a twenty-two-year-old university graduate. I had a degree in Business Administration ‘with distinction’ and ‘departmental honors in business administration’. But damn, even with my impressive academic honors, the economy made it impossible to find a job! I had been stripping for nearly two years, now. It was a well-paying job and I was good at it. I was ‘very good’ at it! Men liked blonde-headed, long-legged girls. I had an advantage over some of the other strippers in the Pussy Galore Club. Well, you might call it an advantage, but to be truthful, it was a birth defect which had affected my body for twenty-two years now. As with most females, I was born with no pubic hair. When I passed through puberty, my young female vagina refused to produce pubic hair. My legs and underarms grew no hair. Yet, my head grew an abundance of silky long curls. To this day I have hair only on my head. Lordy day, men love hairless pussy just like a child loves candy! Perhaps this love is a reminder of years past when the joys of sex were first discovered. Well, for whatever the reason, I was the biggest draw at Pussy Galore. I was averaging over a grand an evening in wages and tips. A backroom, private showing could net me an additional $5,000 a night. I was one ‘hot number’! I knew it, my boss knew it, and my men knew it. Yet, not many people knew that my net worth was a cool one million dollars. My dad taught me how to play cards. He was a very good instructor and I was now an adept smoky-room card shark. Too bad my dad’s talents and financial genius were now being wasted on drink and honkytonk women. Last month, I had petitioned the court to make myself Dad’s guardian and power of attorney. I was granted these powers under the same conditions as he held them. Dad’s $250 million dollar inheritance was held in a trust controlled by his three sisters. He could not touch a cent, beyond a small monthly allowance, without my three aunt’s consent. At one time, my father, Samuel Ewing, was a big-shot force to be reckoned with in the state of Texas. As a wildcat oilman, Dad made and lost several oil fortunes. Yet, it was my grandfather, Samson Ewing, who had swindled Dad out of his last and greatest fortune. On his deathbed, Dad’s dad had learned of a family secret which would have destroyed the family name. He bequeathed his (Dad’s) fortune to Dad and his three sisters equally, with the sisters in charge. The billion dollar estate was stolen from Dad all because of a bit of reckless, youthful behavior. What was the oh-so-terrible secret that Dad had? I found out one dark and drunken night. I was a bit younger than I am now. Dad liked, or better ‘loved’, young pussy. Most men do. Dad tried to rape me! I guess I couldn’t blame him because I was young and ripe! This was perhaps Dad’s oldest addiction. He had raped each of his sisters, each in their turn. So, in the end, the three blackmailing bitches helped steal Dad’s fortune; just because they could! (Chapter 2) She Devils’ Secrets Speak of the she devils! In through the door of the strip club came, Aunt Agnes, Aunt Beatrice, and Aunt Clara. These Southern Belles of Texas had demeaned themselves so far as to be seen in a house of ill repute. These ladies were not dressed in finery, they wore no jewels, and they were accompanied by no security detail. So, I’ll be damned, they were out on the town, wishing to be incognito, and also wanting to see some pussy at a pussy club! I was just finishing my pole dance and the crowd was going wild with applause, hoots, hollers, and cat-whistles. My three aunts were even joining in. Carl, one of our bouncers, came to me with a crisp one-hundred dollar bill and a message that the ladies near the stage would like to talk with me. Oh shit, it was my three aunts! Of course these women didn’t know me from Adam or Eve. They had made no effort to meet their brother’s bastard child. Dad had taken me to the horse races last year (I paid) where I had seen the haughty, beguiling, high & mighty daughters of Samson Ewing. Wealthy bitches they may be, but with Dad’s guidance, he and I won a bit over $100,000 in cash. I sailed off the stripping stage and landed at the requesting table. My three aunts could see that I had not one stitch of clothing on; I had no bra to cover my 34D breasts and not even a G-string to hide my pulsating pussy. “May I help you, ladies?” I asked in a polite, cat-after-a-mouse voice. “My, my, aren’t you a delicious young thing!” Aunt Agnes declared rhetorically. “Oh she is the most beautiful doll I’ve ever seen!” Aunt Beatrice agreed. “The young cunt looks good enough to eat!” Aunt Clara asserted. To say that I was surprised by the lady/lesbian words would be an understatement. These oh-so-proper women were secretive perverts. Hell, not that I minded; some of best paying voyeurs were lesbian women and older aged girls! I decided that this unexpected encounter with my three aunts might somehow work to my advantage. Aunt Agnes laid a $100 greenback bill on the table. Aunt Beatrice and Aunt Clara each did the same. Aunt Agnes spoke for the trio, “Sweetie, these bills are yours if you will spread your puffy pussy lips apart and show us your clitoris.” It was a fair offer. But damnit, when had any of these three aunts ever been fair to my dad! “Sorry, but my going rate is $1,000…each” I said in a mercenary tone. Three thousand dollars appeared on the table. I suppose money grew on trees for these women. In accordance with our agreement, I spread my vaginal folds and revealed my clit. It wasn’t yet stiffened or wet. “Finger it and make it swell, and then get some juice from your hole and make that sweet piece of meat wet,” ordered Aunt Agnes. I wasn’t exactly in shock, but I didn’t move. My hesitation was taken as a demand for additional money. Another $3,000 was laid on the table. In response, I began fingering my meaty clit. I drew moisture from my pussy and coated my clit making it swell into an erect, hot, wet vaginal protrusion. “How much to touch it?” echoing voices queried. Dare I do it, dare I say it, and dare I charge it! “Ten grand…each!” I insisted. I thanked goodness my three aunts’ table was near a corner in the smoke-filled room. A quick glance revealed that this table was not being observed. A pretty Asian girl called “Kimmy Kat” was nude pole dancing. I wouldn’t have believed that any women would go out in public with that much spending money. Yet, $30,000 in cash was dug out of purses and pushed towards me. Another $20,000 joined it. “That’s for fingering your hole!” stipulated Aunt Clara. My body stood frozen (like the movie) while the evil queens began touching, and playing with my clit. I felt the fingers of Dad’s wicked sisters finger-fucking my vagina. As rhythmic carnal desires increased in tempo, shy Aunt Beatrice spoke for the hard-breathing trio, “Is there a place we can go and suck you? We will double the money on the table!” I think it was Kenny Rogers who sang “you never count your money while sitting at the table.” Yet the business woman in me counted every cent. The total, so far, was $56,000. By doubling that figure I would have $112,000 by the end of this. It was not my highest nightly total, but it was close. Whispering for my three aunts to follow, I led them to a small back bedroom. It was an immaculately clean pink and white copy of a teen girl’s room. Hoping to get this ordeal over with soon, I hopped onto the fluffy, oversized bed. I was already naked, but my three aunts were dressed. They quickly rectified the situation. The three women were in their upper-thirties in age. They undressed and I was surprised by the well-toned bodies I saw. I was not a whore! I very rarely spent any paid sex time with a man…and even more rarely with a woman. I love sex, yet by my definition I was not a whore. If I were to be truthful with myself, I guess I should say I was a borderline whore in the very least. My three nude aunts jumped into bed with me. Each in their turn by age and alphabet sucked my clit. Oh did they suck. As a starving calf suckled a tit-full of its mother cow’s milk, these women suckled my clit and invaded my vagina with their fingers and tongues. I didn’t want to do it, but I was close to cumming. I hated my three aunts yet I loved the money they could give me. Money, money, money repeated in my mind. Over one hundred grand was mine to keep. Money, money, money, oh god I began cumming, cumming, cumming! My spraying female cum squirted and spurted into the face of the cunt aunt who happened to be sucking my clit. Opening my eyes just for a second, I saw that it was Aunt Agnes who was suckling, licking, and lapping all my female juices. Oh shit, it would be her; it would be the biggest bitch of the bunch! “Do us now, Sweetheart,” Aunt Agnes pleaded. “We will double our money again!” Oh my god, double would make my night’s take be $224.000! Yet, could I do it? Could I suck my three aunts’ cunts? For that kind of money, I would, I could, and I did. They really weren’t all that old as ladies go. They were clean and their vaginas were wet and slippery. I took each one after the other. They were already hot and horny so it didn’t take long to make them cum. They each screamed and writhed on the bed while glorious orgasms made them content. (Chapter 3) The Rancher’s Charm True to their word, my three aunts paid their due. My net worth was increased by $224,000 cash money. I had been preparing myself for betrayal or theft, yet neither happened. I supposed that the three ladies might have hopes for another visit to see me. After I showered and dressed in some highfalutin street cloths, I exited the strip club and walked down the street. The time was a bit after midnight. I ran into a man, an old time card-playing acquaintance. He was one of your stereotypical Texans complete with a Stetson hat and Justin boots. “Hey Sam,” my card-playing, big-time rancher friend said. “Whoopee, ain’t you dressed to kill! Clear the streets folks ‘cause the sexiest lady in Texas’ is on the prowl!” Friends such as this man called me “Sam” as short for Samantha and as an honor to my father. “Now Reece Thompson, you quit that flirting,” I said in pretend indignation. “You are old enough to be my…” “Bedmate!” Reece exclaimed. “How about it, Sam? Throw me a bone. Give an old fella a ‘mercy’ fuck?” Old fella? Well, I reckon that Reece was about sixty. He was a very distinguished looking man sort of like the J. R. Ewing character. Reece was just as rich and powerful as the wealthiest Ewing. He could buy all the pussy and fucks he wanted. Yet, Reece wanted me; for free! In truth, I was honored. After being with my three aunts, I was the one needing a mercy fuck by a man. Many a ruthless word had been said about Reece Thompson, yet no one had ever questioned his manhood. “Sure Reece, I’ll throw you a bone…if you’ll throw me a good-sized boner,” I teased. Reece owned one of the most expensive penthouse suites in the city. I was very impressed by the apartment and the man, so much so that I bypassed the bar and the living room. I needed no small-talk. I found the bedroom and led my lion to his lair. I was a professional stripper, yet for some reason, I wanted to slowly undress as a lover would for her love. Reece caught and held his breath several times. I smiled, went to him, and unhurriedly removed his clothing. After looking at three cunts, Reece’s large cock was like a drink of cold water on a hot Texas day. I dropped to my knees and attempted to drink from the over-sized spigot. No cold drink came from this faucet. Reece’s cock was so hot that the heft and length burned my lips, mouth, and throat. But, oh what joy I had giving this man’s cock pleasure and myself joy. There is a dilemma a woman faces when giving a blowjob to a very young man or an older gentleman; these men are easily excitable, therefore, if a cocksucking woman is not careful, these men can release their cum too soon. I suppose I was lucky that Reece had held onto his juices while I kissed, and licked, and bit, and sucked his meaty erection for so long. Not wanting to push my luck, I pulled the stiffened penile rod out of my mouth. I stood, and then rapidly moved, and then climbed into the king-sized bed slipping in under a silk coverlet. Reece voiced disapproval, “Hell Samantha Ewing! You’re not lying in my bed all covered up!” The infuriated man jerked the silk coverlet down to the foot of the bed. I was lying on my stomach. Reece smacked my ass repeatedly and then he commanded, “Sam, turn over so I can enjoy the view of your hairless pussy!” I did as I was told even though my ass was stinging like fire. Reece climbed in bed and began fingering and kissing my pussy. I was so glad that I had taken a scrub bath before going out for the night. I was giving this man a fresh, yet female smelling and tasting vagina. Reece kissed the valleys between my upper thighs and my pussy. He kissed my twin swollen, split pussy halves. I swooned with passion as my pussy lips were spread and a man’s tongue licked my clit. He licked, and licked, and then licked more as my lusts grew evermore hot-blooded and demanding. When Reece’s mouth sucked my clit, I cried tears of joy. His tongue explored the depths of the pathway to my uterus and womb causing me to scream, “Oh God Reece Thompson, please fuck me, please fuck me now!” This rancher man mounted me in a way that one of his prized Herford bulls would mount a champion heifer. Reece’s huge cock kissed my pussy wings and went on into my steaming wet penile receptacle. Cockflesh poked my vagina in a circular motion, in a slow rhythmic speed, and then in a faster tempo. I was going crazy and needed orgasmic relief. Reece’s lips kissed my face, his hands played with my breasts, and his cock fucked me faster and faster. My orgasmic relief began. I screamed, I whimpered, and I cried as orgasm after orgasm consumed my very soul with blazing fires. I laid in bed with this man for an entire hour. There is a saying in South for an older man like Reece; “he is not too old to cut the mustard!” His fucking was as good, or better, as any I’d ever had. I lay with him in the smoldering afterglow of extreme passion. (Chapter 4) The Card Game Out of the blue, Reece asked, “Up for a card game?” “I am,” was my answer. We two bathed and dressed. Soon we were in Reece’s limo heading for a high stakes card game. In the dingy basement of the “Old Dixie Hotel” we found a private game of luck already in full swing. “How’s it hanging,” Reece was asked. “That’s a mighty fine piece of Eye-Candy you are sporting on your arm!” “Hey Sam,” a raspy voice asked. “What are you doing on the arms of that old reprobate?” “Boys, I came to play cards and Reece gave me a ride,” I replied. “Think you can handle me?” The dealer, a local banker, allowed his head to drop. He muttered, “Regretfully Sam, the buy in for this game is one-hundred thousand dollars. That may be a little steep for you!” More than one man offered to loan me the money. Peter, my attorney, offered; Brad, my stockbroker, offered; and Carlton, my banker, offered. Gentleman Reece offered to give me the money. When I pulled the $100,000 out of my purse, every eye in the room rose in surprise. This was one of the key moments in my life. Not many twenty-two-year-old young women could so cavalierly pull a small fortune out of their purse. I suppose the daughters of the multimillionaires card players setting here at the table could pull out the money; unless they had already spent it on expensive jewelry or fancy doodads. Card playing resumed. By 3:00 AM, a pot of more than $1,000,000 was on the card table. My original $100,000 was part of the pot plus another $200,000 I had previously won. The rules we were playing by were ‘table’ stakes. If you could not match a raise, then you lost. I raised $100,000. This was a bold move for an innocent-looking young woman to be making. Of course no one man at the table believed that I was innocent. The men knew that I good reason for bluffing. I had not one cent on the table before me! If you cannot back up a bet in this game, you lost. Yet, if I took the pot, I wouldn’t have to back up my bet. In order to further confuse my opponents I goaded, “Do you feel lucky punks, well DO YOU?” My manly opponents dropped out one by one. I heard whispered comments; “Hell, the bitch just might have it! I fold.”; “Shit, I just came from the strip club and I know she doesn’t make that much money! I fold”; “She’s got it, but does she have it with her is the question! I fold.”; “I don’t care much either way but I wouldn’t put it past her to have another hundred grand in her purse! I fold.” So, without backing my bet or showing my cards, I won the million dollar pot. Reece, Brad, and Peter asked in unison, “Could you back it up?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I teasingly replied. Carlton, my banker asked me no questions. He knew that I already had one million dollars in his bank. He was not surprised by my winning of another million. Carlton inquired, “Sam, I have a couple of armed bodyguards, would you like for us to escort you and the money down to the bank?” My answer was a quick “Yes.” I scooped the million into my purse and off we went. The remaining men were burning with curiosity as to whether or not I had left a winning hand on the table. They broke one of the cardinal rules of card playing. Just before Carlton and I exited the room, one man asked for all, “Sam, may we look at your hand?” I scowled, yet I gave an affirmative answer. My card hand was turned over showing a 2 of clubs, a 4 of hearts, a 10 of spades, a 3 of diamonds, and a 9 of clubs. It was shit; it was a bluff, it was a goddamned ball-buster! And, every man knew it. The sting of defeat burned painfully. Carlton and his guards escorted me to the bank. The banker added my million to my account. I kept my other $124,000 as walking-around money. As I pocketed my deposit slip, Carlton slipped his arm around my waist. The bank clock read 4:25 AM. My banker and friend raised the hem of my skirt all the way up to my bellybutton. My panties were still soaking back at Reece’s penthouse. Carlton found no impediment when his groping hands closed over my pussy mound. His breathing became labored as he lay his cock against the crack of my ass. The horny financier walked me over to his paper-covered private desk and bent me over it. Without asking for permission, consent, or authorization, Carlton’s bareback cock slipped between my thighs and found the backdoor entrance to my vagina. Without further ado, he fucked me. He fucked me quick and hard. I didn’t mind. I was already excited by my million dollar win, so why not celebrate with a good hard fuck? This ‘quickie’ was fantastic, it was fun, and it was very orgasmic. I was hoping that the documents on Carlton’s desk were not too important because our drippy female cum and male cum was wetting them. (Chapter 5) The Capitol and the Courtroom After a morning nap, I drove to the Texas capitol in Austin. My Jaguar F-Type coupe sped down the highway, its 340 horsepower V6 screamed on the open road and growled in the city. I parked and then made my way to the Oil & Mineral archives. With the help of the head archivist, who had been working on my search for weeks, we found the documents I sought. One week later my attorney, Peter Sexton, and I presented a case in the Texas Supreme Court. My first order of business was to deliver to my three Aunts three envelopes containing high definition photos of their nude liaison with a young woman at a strip club. Their sexual antics were plain to see. Peter called Samuel Ewing to be questioned. Justice Taylor asked, “According to these mineral & oil documents, you were the original discoverer of the Ewing Roundtop oil fields? Why was the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company subsequently shared with your sisters?” “Yes sir, I made the discovery and started my billion dollar company,” was Dad’s answer. “Sir, my own son-of-a-bitch of a father, Samson Ewing, swindled me out of my company and then on his deathbed he bequeathed ‘MY’ fortune to me and my sisters equally! You may wonder why; well, Sir there was supposedly a family ‘skeleton in the closet’ involving an indiscretion among my sisters! I ask the court to question my sisters about this. Thank you.” Justice Roan questioned each sister in turn. Although represented by counsel, each woman answered for herself. Clutching handbags filled with incriminating photos, each replied, “Sir, I have no knowledge of any such indiscretion.” Peter stood to address the court again, “Mr. and Ms. Justices, Mr. Samuel Ewing and his Power Of Attorney daughter have come here today to correct a long overdue wrong. If there were no ‘indiscretions’, then there was no reason for the Ewing Oil company to be dissolved or divided among any relatives without the original owner’s consent! We ask that all possessions of the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company be returned to Sam Ewing.” The court announced that after a thorough review of the documents and the testimonies, a ruling would be made. Court adjourned. In the subsequent weeks, the following happened: 1. The Texas Supreme Court ruled in Samuel Ewing’s favor. 2. Dad told me that he was tired of the entire long fight. He only wanted his allowance doubled; any more that this would kill him. He wanted Samantha Ewing to become the chairman of the board of the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company. He wished for me to remain his guardian and Power of Attorney. He made a will leaving all his worldly possessions to me. 3. I became the board chairman. In effect, I controlled a billion dollar fortune. I named Peter, Brad, Carlton, and Reece to the board of directors. I also named my dad and my three aunts to the board. My aunts didn’t suffer for money, but I made them move out of the Ewing Mansion and Estate. I moved in. 4. As an investment, I bought the Pussy Galore strip club. My persona, Cherry Delicious, still occasionally danced there. 5. I became a frequent bedmate of Peter, Brad, Carlton, and Reece. I can’t count how many pairs of panties I lost, forgot, or had torn off me at these men’s homes. Someone’s cock was in me now. It was Brad’s. I knew each man by the shape of his cock and the things he did to me with it. Brad’s cock was a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am pussy fucker. A woman needs a quickie now and again. I think I can truthfully say that I love more than one of these men. Yet, I pursue no permanent relationships with any. You see, I’m a rich bitch whore and I love it like the Devil!
Title: 3 Day Holiday Tags: Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance Introduction: This is my first story. It was written to my girlfriend about how I wanted to spend the upcoming holiday. Therefore it is written as a fantasy hoping to be a reality. Please let me know what you think. Content: It was a bright, sunny, summer day here in the sunshine state of Florida. The temperature was around 95 degrees, and it was very hot and humid outside. As soon as you walk outside, you start to sweat from the heat. There are only a couple of ways to cool down when it is that hot outside. One way is to just stay indoor in the air conditioning, and the other is to enjoy the coolness of the water from a pool or the ocean. It was a holiday weekend, and I had 3 days off, so we decided to take a short drive up to Daytona Beach to spend the weekend up there. You were wearing a pair of short jean shorts with the top button undone and a short white t-shirt that came down just below the bottom of your breasts, leaving your stomach fully exposed. I could tell from your nipples poking at the shirt that you did not have a bra on and because the top of your shorts were unbuttoned, I could tell that you were not wearing any panties as well. Every time you bent over to pick something up, your shirt would go up around your neck and your beautiful breasts would peek out and be out in the open. Your outfit had already started to make my dick hard and you knew it. You had worn this outfit for that very reason. You were teasing me to no end as you were packing the suitcase, and you loved that you had my undivided attention. As we were packing for our three days away, I saw that you were only packing one change of clothes and not much of anything else. I asked why you had not packed any more clothes, and you said that you didn't plan on needing to wear very much clothing these three days. Just the thought of this was making my dick even harder. Obviously, it was very apparent that my dick had gotten very hard and you knew that what you were saying and wearing was driving me crazy. You smiled slyly and reached in your nightstand and pulled out your favorite toy. It is a small, red, waterproof vibrator and I knew exactly what we would be doing with the toy. My cock was wanting to come out of my pants and I could feel that it was rock hard. You walked by me and as you walked by, you brushed up against my rock hard cock You smiled as my cock jumped as you touched it through my pants. You started to massage my hard cock through my pants and it was driving me absolutely wild. I could not stand it any more. I grabbed your shirt and took it off, revealing your beautiful breasts with nipples that were as hard as diamonds. You in turn took my shirt off and started to kiss my lips and our tongues started to dart in and out of each others mouths. I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on your shorts and they fell to the ground revealing your smooth crotch. You teasingly undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants and slowly let them slide down to the floor. As you were slowly bending over while removing my pants, you see that my rock hard cock is struggling to be let out of my boxers. You slowly and methodically remove my boxers with my cock jumping out and all ready throbbing. You get down on your knees and take my hard cock and start to lick the head with your tongue. You twirl your tongue around the head of my dick and I stand there trying my best to keep from exploding cum right then and there. You see that I am so ready to blow that you stop sucking my dick and stand up. You say that this was all I was going to get until we get to the beach. But you had already gotten me to a point of no return. I gently grab your arms and turn you around and bend you over on the bed. I see that you also are very excited as your pussy is already wet and ready for my hard dick to be thrust inside of you. I guide my rock hard cock into your pussy and within two thrusts I have already buried my hard cock all the way into your pussy. I start to thrust back and forth as quickly and as hard as I can. You start to moan as you feel my cock start to swell inside you. The friction from my thrusting is making you so horny as well. You start to move in unison with me as my cock is thrust further and further inside you. You start to shutter as wave after wave of your orgasm starts. I can feel your pussy clamping down on my hard dick and as I fuck you, all of a sudden, an explosion of cum is shot into your pussy. You cry out in pleasure as you feel the hot cum being pumped over and over inside of you. As I withdraw my cock, cum is gushing out of your pussy as your pussy is not able to contain all of the cum that had come out of my cock. We go to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up. This is going to be some weekend if this is how things got started. I can't wait to see what happens once we get to the beach. We had finished getting cleaned up and we went back into our room to get dressed. You put on a bikini top that hugged your breasts, and you put on the short jean shorts that you were wearing earlier. Like before, you did not put on anything between the shorts and your smooth pussy. And like before, you left the top button undone, so that I could tell that there was nothing underneath the jeans shorts. You knew that this would drive me crazy and you were right. I put on a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt and we put the suitcase that did not have much in it into our convertible. We headed out to Daytona with the top down on the car. The sun was beating down, but the breeze of the wind as we were driving down the highway, made it more bearable. You were in the passenger seat, sitting there with sunglasses on, leaning back, just soaking up the sun. I glance over and see your sun kissed body and imagine just how our weekend will go. As I am driving, my cock starts to grow hard, as I continue to think about everything that we will do these next three days. I continue to drive along the highway and glance over at you again, and this time you had slid your hand down the front of your shorts. I knew what you were doing, and you look at me smiling. You were again teasing me and you noticed that my cock had gotten rock hard again. You unbuttoned another button on your shorts exposing most of your smooth crotch. This made my cock even harder and you were enjoying what you were doing to me, but I still had to drive and keep the car on the road. You were making it very hard to concentrate on driving. You sit up and reach over and grab my hard cock through my swim trunks and give it a hard squeeze. This surprise causes me to almost run off the side of the road. I get the car back under control and you continue to tease my hard cock by squeezing it and every once in a while slipping your hand into my trunks and sliding your fingers up and down my shaft. I find that I am driving faster than I should; just trying to get to our hotel so I can rip off your clothes and fuck you like I know you want to be fucked. Luckily, the police are not out today and we pull into the parking lot of our hotel. We arrived at the hotel and we check into our hotel room. My dick is still hard, just in anticipation of what I know we are going to be doing all weekend. We get to our room and open the door. As soon as I close the door, you pull down my trunks exposing my rock hard cock. You smile and take off my shirt. Now I am standing in front of you, naked, and with a cock that is throbbing. I untie your bikini top and release your beautiful breasts with your nipples that are hard like diamonds. I then slip your jean shorts down to the floor. You part your legs slightly, revealing the lips of your pussy. I pick you up and put you on your back on the bed. You spread your legs apart and I see that you are already wet from excitement. I start to kiss your inner thighs and move up towards your pussy. I take my thumb and start to press and massage your clit. I stick two fingers into your wet pussy and curl my fingers upward so that I am pressing against your G-spot. As I am pressing against your G-spot, I start to suck your clit. I nibble on your clit and you start to moan as your orgasm starts to build up inside of you. I can tell that you are getting close to reaching orgasm as your pussy muscles start to twitch. Knowing that you are so close, I start to thrust my fingers in and out of your pussy faster and harder. At the same time I am sucking your hard clit and play with it with my tongue. You arch your back as you scream in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm hits your body. You clamp down your pussy muscles trying to keep my fingers inside of you. I continue to suck on your clit and you are hit with another orgasm. You clamp your legs tight against my head. You buck your hips against my mouth and each time you do, my tongue goes deeper inside your pussy. You beg for me to stop, but I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I stop just briefly, and you are laying on your back out of breath. I open our suitcase, and as I unzip the suitcase, you look at me asking what I am doing. I reach in and pull out your favorite toy. I hold it up and smile. Your eyes become wide as you realize what I had in mind. You tell me that you don't think that you can stand that because you have already reached orgasm 3 times. I turn the vibrator on and the light hum almost causes you to cum again, and I haven't even touched you with it yet. I slightly brush the vibrating toy over each nipple, causing you to jump and inhale deeply. Your nipples are so sensitive and they are so hard that they feel like diamonds. I can tell that you are already cumming again as you arch your back as another orgasm hits your body. I move the toy down your stomach towards your pussy. You feel the vibrations all through your body. I take the toy and slightly touch your clit. As I do so, you cum again, this time squirting your cum all over my hand and the toy. You again scream out in ecstasy as your body arches and wiggled as wave after wave of orgasm hits your body. You can't stop it, even if you wanted to, but deep inside you do not want it to stop. I decide that now would be the best time for me to thrust my rock hard dick into your pussy. I get up between your legs and with one motion; I thrust my rock hard cock into your pussy all the way up to my balls. By now, you are just reaching orgasm after orgasm, and my thrusting of my cock into your pussy causes you to go into a fetal position as you continue to orgasm over and over again. Your pussy muscles have clamped down on my cock like it was in a vise. After 10 minutes, you have finally started to relax from having 10 or more orgasms. I pull out and lay next to you. You are so tired that you have already gone off to sleep. I lay there and think that these next three days are going to be some of the best sex that we have or will ever have. We are lying on the bed, naked, completely spent from our extra curricular activity. After taking a short nap, we awake being famished. We decide to get dressed and go to a nice dinner. You go get in the bath first and quickly get cleaned up. I watch you as you wash your naked body with soap. You rinse off and it is my turn to take a shower. While I am in the shower, you go put on a little black dress that you had packed. You have on a pair of cute high heel shoes. I finish up in the shower and get dressed in a pair of jeans and nice polo shirt. Your dress shows off your toned legs perfectly and is somewhat form fitting. We decide to go to a nice Italian restaurant. We sit down in a booth at the restaurant sitting next to each other, not across from each other. We order our food and you order a vodka and soda. While we wait for our food to come, we chat about what we would like to do this weekend and I place my hand on your thigh as we talk. I slowly move my hand up until I am almost to your pussy. Imagine my surprise when I expect to feel a pair of thong underwear, but instead my fingers go straight into your pussy. You never put any underwear on. Well, immediately my dick got hard and you smiled slyly. Here you are teasing me again, because you know there is nothing I can do in the restaurant, but let my imagination go wild, and it is going absolutely nuts. We finish our dinner and the entire time, all I can think of is fucking you all night long. We go back to the hotel room and decide to go take a swim in the hotel pool. Because it is so late, there is no one else in the pool. I put on my swim trunks and you put on your bikini top and bottom and we grab a couple of towels and head down to the pool. We get into the pool and the coolness of the water almost takes our breath away. I see that the cool water has caused your nipples to become hard as your bikini top is straining to keep your breasts in it. We hug each other in the pool, and we passionately kiss each other. Our tongues explore each others mouths as our hands are exploring each others bodies. You grab my cock and start stroking it causing it to grow. I put my hand in your bikini bottoms and my fingers find your pussy. We look at each other and decide that we need to go back to the room and fuck each others brains out. As you climb out of the pool, you had secretly undid your bikini top while in the pool, and you toss it at me. Your breasts are out in the open and you smile knowing that my cock is going to be rock hard. You grab a towel and wrap it around you. I get out of the pool, and you can see that my cock is at full attention. I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around me to hide my hard dick. We go back to the hotel room, where we both know what is going to happen. We take our suits off and we lay down in the bed completely naked. We start to kiss each other while we start to enter twine our legs and bodies. My cock is rock hard and you are wet with excitement. You start to kiss my chest and you move down to my dick. You take the head of my cock into your hot mouth and start to suck hungrily. You bob your head up and down and with each bob up and down, you are putting more and more of my dick into your mouth. Soon my cock is hitting the back of your throat. What you are doing is making me feel so good. You grab my balls while sucking my dick and you feel that I am about to cum. You start trying to swallow my dick causing my cock to swell and start throbbing in your mouth. All of a sudden, like a volcano, I explode with cum and you swallow every drop. I can't believe a blowjob could feel so good. I decide that you also need to feel good. I turn you over onto your back and spread your legs exposing your very wet pussy. I start to kiss your pussy and stick my tongue into your pussy. You start to moan as you were already close to cumming. I grab your hands with my hands and try to put my tongue even further into your pussy. You start to buck against my head and with each buck my tongue goes further and further inside. You cum all of a sudden and you squirt your cum directly into my mouth. I swallow as much as you squirt and you taste so sweet. After you cum, I turn you over onto your hands and knees and start to fuck you doggy style. You are so sensitive that it doesn't take long before you are cumming again. I grab your hips and really start to thrust my hard cock into you as far as I can. You continue to cum and your pussy muscles are grabbing my cock with all of its might. I realize that I am going to cum again and while you are cumming, I cum as well. I explode more cum deep into your pussy. We both fall exhausted on the bed and go to sleep for the night. Or so I thought. We have been asleep for several hours and I wake up around 3:00am from having a dream about you. I look over next to me and there you are lying naked on the bed with a smile on your face. You must be exhausted from all the fucking we had already done. But the look of your naked body lying on the bed next to me causes my cock to become hard again. I can't believe that I am so lucky to be fucking the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. You are lying on your side with your back to me. I decide that I would try to go back to sleep, but I would cuddle with you first. So I lie down and wrapped my body next to yours. My cock is up against your ass and is still as hard as ever. I hug you tightly and play with your nipples as you sleep. The light touch of my fingers against your nipples start to cause your nipples to get hard. You start to stir slightly and you open your legs just ever so slightly. But it is enough that I can reach down and start to play with your clit. I start to massage your clit with my fingers and obviously it is having a good reaction as your clit is starting to get hard and you are starting to moan. Instinctively, you open your legs more which allows me to get full access to your pussy. I know that you are asleep, but in a way, I want you to wake up because I want to fuck you some more, but I also know that you must be exhausted from the previous days activity. I decide to see how far I can get you to cumming with out waking you up. So I grab the vibrator, turn it on, and start to massage your clit with the vibrating toy. This must have been too much for you as you suddenly wake up and look at me with your beautiful eyes. I smile and give you a kiss on your lips and tell you how beautiful you are. You smile and grab my rock hard cock with your hand and you have already been wet from the playing I had been doing with you. You guide my cock into your pussy and you wrap you legs around my shoulders. This opens up your pussy and with one thrust my hard dick entered your pussy all the way to my balls. You gasp as you feel my throbbing member inside of you. I start to thrust hard and fast as you start to cum. I can feel the wetness of your pussy and the warmth of the inside of your body. You start to buck hard against my thrusting causing you to cum hard. When you cum, your pussy clamped down on my cock causing me to explode my cum inside your pussy. You can feel the hot cum and the force of the cum inside of you causing you to reach orgasm again. You are shaking because you had cum twice within 1 minute. After climaxing, we both are still exhausted so we lay in each others arms and go back to sleep.
Title: 3 Ducks walk into a Bar Tags: Sex Joke Content: 3 Ducks walk into a bar, The Bartender thinks thats strange but they have money and are paying customers. He walks up to the first duck, and says "so fella... what's yer name..how ya been doing? The duck smiles up and says "I am Huey, and I am pretty good, I been outside playing in puddles all day long, thats as good as it gets with a duck, I'll have a Beer. So he serves the Duck and moves to the 2nd Duck "how about you?" The 2nd Duck smiles and says "I'm Dewy, and I am pretty good too, I have been outside playing in puddles all day long too, thats as good as it get's for a duck...I'll have a scotch, neat Now the Bartender see's how this is going and moves to the 3rd duck "I bet your name's Lewy The 3rd duck smiles and shakes his head "No...I'm Puddles
Title: 3 Eggs And A Little Cash! Tags: Sex Joke Content: A women on her deathbed called her husband and instructed him to look under their bed and open the wooden box he found. He was puzzled by the 3 eggs and $7,000 in cash he found in the box, so he asked his wife what the eggs were for. "Oh those", she replied, "every time we had bad sex, I put an egg in the box". Not bad, the husband thought to himself, after 35 years of marriage, then he asked, "But what about the $7,000?" "Oh that", she replied, "every time I got a dozen I sold them."
Title: 3 Evil Sister-Part 7 Tags: Fiction, Incest, Oral Sex, Teen Male/Teen Female Content: 3 Evil Sisters-Part 7 Introduction: (I'm not SomeStory. This isn't his/her account and I haven't spoken to SomeStory at all. This is an unauthorized continuation of the Evil Sisters stories. Like a lot of you, I really enjoyed the stories and thought they deserved an ending. Hopefully, this first try at continuing the series will live up to the standards of SomeStory's work. If it doesn't, I won't continue making more parts, but if you guys like it, I'll try to do at least a couple more parts to finish the story off. I'd love to hear whatever feedback you guys have to give, but try not to troll. Remember, I'm just trying to help out the other fans that were frustrated by SomeStory disappearing.) Mom was back. "Shit." I hissed. I looked at my sisters. "Get it together! Pick everything up!" I ordered them, then I headed outside, hoping to stall Mom long enough for Ashley and Riley to calm down and pull themselves out of each others' hair. As I walked up to Mom's car, I could see her bent over the trunk, her navy-blue skirt hugging her hips as she pulled out her luggage. "Hey!" I called out as I reached the car. "Let me help you, Mom!" She stood up and smiled at me. "Max! Come give me a hug!" She opened her arms as I walked up, then wrapped them around me and pressed me against her. "You've gotten so tall!" She said as she tightened her arms around me. She was warm and I could feel her breasts through her blouse. They were as big as Izzy's, maybe bigger, and that was saying something. I'd never thought about them before, but after everything that had happened, I felt myself getting hard, so I cut the hug short. "Let me get these for you." I told her as I looked in the trunk. Her red roller bag was already on the driveway, and her purse was sitting by her feet, but her other two bags were still in the trunk. I picked up the first one and grunted as I heaved it out of the trunk. It was so heavy I could've sworn she was transporting bricks. After setting it down, I went to grab the other one when Izzy called out, "Mom! We didn't know you were coming back!" I pulled the other bag out and set it down in time to watch Mom give Izzy a hug. "I didn't either! They cancelled the conference at the last minute, so I suddenly had five days off and I wanted to see you guys. I took the first flight out of Ontario. Where are your sisters?" "Oh... um," Izzy stalled for a second. "They're cleaning." "Riiight. Should I expect a major pigsty? You three always make your brother do all the cleaning and poor Max can only do so much." "Wha?!" Izzy replied, startled. Mom smirked at her and gave me a wink. "Actually, they've been helping me out a lot." I said, looking at Mom. "Izzy dusted and Riley and Ashley vacuumed and helped me cook." "Really?" Mom cocked an eyebrow at Izzy, then looked back at me. "What'd you do- black mail them?" Izzy and I looked at each other nervously, then Mom started laughing. "Come on. Let's go find them." She picked up her purse and pulled the handle out of the red roller bag, then started walking towards the house. Izzy and I looked at each other again, then let out a sigh of relief. Mom had a wicked sense of humor and she liked to mess with your mind. Combined with her innate mother knowledge, she always left me feeling like she knew more than she let on. I tried to give Izzy the lighter bag to carry, but she could see how heavy the other one was, so she took it from me and hefted it onto her shoulder, then we followed Mom inside. I hoped that Izzy had gotten Ashley and Riley to calm down, but from the way they'd been going at it, I was ready to find blood on the floor. Instead, when we walked in the door, the two of them were standing next to each other. Riley had her blanket folded under her arms and Ashley had her arm around Riley's waist. They were smiling and chatting with Mom. When she heard us come in behind her, Mom turned and looked at us. "Movie night on a weeknight, Izzy? You must've gotten soft while I was gone." Mom said to Izzy as my oldest sister set the black bag of bricks on the floor. "I just, uh, thought everyone needed a little pick me up. Max and Riley were sick earlier this week-" That was true according to the school records at least. "-and Ashley's been having a hard time." "You do look a little worn out, Darling. What's been the matter?" We looked at Ashley, but she just looked down at her feet. Mom looked at Izzy and I, but we didn't know either, so we stayed quiet. "Actually, Ashley and I were just discussing that when Max saw you pull into the driveway." Riley said, jumping into the conversation. I'd never been so glad that at least one of my sisters had a brain in her head. "Why don't we all sit down and talk about it? You're all home and I wanted us to all spend some time together." "Sure, Mom. Max and I will take your bags up to your room and Ashley and Riley can get you something to eat." Izzy said, tapping me on the shoulder. "Hahaha. No, I remember the last time you girls tried to cook for me. I'll be okay with the pizza I'm sure you just stuffed in the fridge. I can still smell it. If you'll make me a glass of water, Max, your sisters can take the bags up." We quickly fell to our assigned tasks as Mom sank down on the couch, worn out from her flight. I pulled the pizza box out of the the fridge where Riley or Ashley had stuffed it and put a piece on a plate. After dropping some ice in a clean glass and filling it, I walked back into the living room, handed Mom the glass, and set the plate on the table. I sat down next to her, and she took a sip of water, then a bite of pizza. "Max, how much pizza have you guys eaten lately?" Mom asked, covering her mouth as she chewed and giving me her sorcerer's all knowing stare, like my eyes were two crystal balls that she could see everything in. I grinned nervously, then the girls came back down, sparing me from having to answer. Riley snatched the spot next to me so fast, I couldn't believe that Mom didn't notice something odd, but she was too fixated on her pizza. Izzy pulled up the big chair to where she was facing us and Ashley turned the love seat. Once we were all sitting and Mom had finished her slice of pizza, she took another sip of water, then started talking. "So, what's been the matter, Baby?" She asked, looking at Ashley. Ashley's face fell and she glanced down at the ground before looking back up. "It's just a boy thing." She grumbled. "What kind of a boy thing?" "Well, the guy I'm dating, he kind of... he cheated on me..." "I'm sorry, Baby! That's awful." "... and there's this other guy. He was really nice to me and I think I like him a lot-" Riley snorted next to me and made a little sound of disapproval. "-but I think I messed everything up with him." "Why don't you break up with your boyfriend and talk to the other guy?" Mom said sympathetically. "I'm sure if you apologize, he'll forgive you." "I don't think so. I, uh, he..." "She cheated on him with her boyfriend." Riley spat, reverting to the angry state she'd been in a few minutes earlier. I thought Ashley would scream back at her, but she just tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stared at her hands. "Hm. Well, I don't know if I'd forgive someone who cheated on me either, but you never know until you ask, Ashley. Max, you're the only boy here. What would you do if a girl cheated on you, then wanted to go out later?" Mom looked at me with such a weird look that I couldn't tell if she understood everything already, which should've been impossible, or if she was just feeling bad for Ashley. I looked around the room and saw everyone's eyes were glued to me. Riley looked like she wanted me to tell Ashley that I'd tell her to fuck off. Izzy was hard to read, I could see a little of Riley's anger her eyes, but she'd been where Ashley was. I think she felt bad for her- if Izzy could even muster up that much empathy for another human being. And Ashley... Ashley was hard to look at. Her eyes were glistening with tears and you could see she was already getting choked up. I closed my eyes for a moment and rubbed my hands over my face, then I looked back at Ashley. "You have to start by apologizing." I said firmly. "I think if this guy really likes you, anything's possible, but it may take a long time before he trusts you again. I don't know for sure if he can forgive you, it sounds like you really hurt him, but I guess you'll never know unless you try." I stopped talking and looked at Ashley. She was really crying now and she covered her mouth with her hand before nodding at me. Riley gave me a look that didn't exactly say she was pleased, but I didn't think she was angry either. "Come here, Baby." Mom said and Ashley stumbled over for Mom to pull her in for a hug. She laid her head on Mom's shoulder and cried. After a few seconds, Mom looked at me and asked me if I'd bring the lighter black bag back down. I went up and lugged it down, then she told me to open it. At first, it looked like it was full of her underwear, there were tops and bottoms, and I shot her a surprised, half-horrified look before I noticed that the tags were still on everything. They were swimsuits. There was even a pair of shorts for me in there. "The black one is for Izzy, Riley has blue, Ashley's is yellow, and I think you're smart enough to figure out which one's yours." Mom said with a grin. "This one?" I asked, holding up the black bikini bottom that went with Izzy's outfit. Everyone giggled, then I tossed Izzy her bottom and a black top with orange flames on it. I handed Ashley and Riley theirs, then grabbed my suit and sat back down between Riley and Mom. "It's your birthday tomorrow, Riley. Since you have school, I thought we'd just go out to wherever you wanted to eat for dinner, but Saturday, I was wondering if the four of you wanted to drive up to Water World and we'd stay there over night. Would you like to do that for your birthday, Riley?" "Um, yeah! Yeah, that'd be awesome, Mom! We can all go." Riley said and squeezed my thigh just above the knee. "I'll just have to get my homework done after school tomorrow." "Great! And I have something else for you in the other bag." "Is it a bowling ball?" Izzy cut in. It seemed like a good guess to me. "Don't get sassy with me, Isabella. I remember one Christmas where you just had to have the single biggest, most humongous Goth-Girl playhouse I'd ever laid eyes on. Ah- AHHH." Mom suddenly yawned. "I was going to have you try on your swimsuits for me, but I think it's getting too tired and I'm still late..." Mom cut herself off as the four of us snickered and shot each other looks. "I mean, it's late, I'm tired, and I had no idea I'd managed to raise four smart asses. Max, if you don't mind washing up, I think I'm heading to bed." "I'll take care of it." Ashley said suddenly, getting up to take Mom's plate and glass for her. Mom thanked her and came by to hug each of us, then she stumbled upstairs. After we heard her door shut, Izzy, Riley, and I relaxed. Izzy yawned as well and told us she was going up to get ready for bed too. I heard the faucet running in the kitchen which meant Ashley was washing dishes. Finally alone, Riley turned to me and before I could say or do a thing, she lifted her head, tilted her chin up, and pressed her lips against mine. My lips parted and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I kissed her back and wrapped my hand around her waist as she laid her hands on my chest, pressing me against the couch. The kiss was so different from the ones I'd had before. There was lust, but there was something else too. When we finally broke apart, Riley leaned forward until her body was almost touching mine and her lips were just a few inches away from my ear, then she whispered, "I'm going to get ready for bed too." But from the way she said it, I was betting it wasn't her bed that she was getting ready for. As she pulled back, I stared into her eyes and they were pretty, I couldn't stop myself. I pressed my lips against hers and started kissing her like crazy. She let out an aroused sigh, then I grabbed her chest, feeling her breasts through her tank top. I ran my thumbs over her nipples. They were already stiff and I could see them poking up under her top. "Max!" She moaned in my mouth and I pulled back. I didn't want Ashley hearing us. When I looked at Riley again, she gave me a sultry stare, her eyes filled with lust. She was breathing heavily, the breaths coming in and out of her parted lips, but she managed to control herself. "I'll see you upstairs." She smiled at me, then turned and headed upstairs. I heard the faucet in the kitchen cut off, so I walked over to check on Ashley. Maybe I shouldn't have, but she was still my sister and I wanted to make sure she was alright. When I walked in, her face was looking down at a plate as she dried it off, her long, brown hair hanging forwards like silky curtains. When she heard me, she turned and I could tell she'd been crying, but not as much as before. There was still a tear on her cheek and I walked up to her and brushed it off with my thumb. I looked at Ashley and she looked back into my eyes with her green eyes shining. Suddenly, I realized how close I was to her and took a step back. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. "Yeah. Did you..." She swallowed. "Did you mean what you said before, that you might be able to forgive me?" "I don't know... maybe..." I looked back up at her and she turned to put the plate she was holding in the dishwasher, then she looked at me again. "Thank you, Max." She whispered, then she kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt so soft, almost like two small rose petals. When she pulled back, she looked so sad and so beautiful, I almost kissed her right there, but before I could, Ashley whispered good night, then turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the kitchen with my fingers pressed against the spot where that she'd kissed. A few minutes later, I was in my room. I'd pulled off my clothes and was just changing into a fresh pair of boxers. They were about two thirds of the way up my legs when I felt the breeze from my door opening blow across my body. "What are you doing that for?" Riley asked as she walked in and shut the door behind her. At first, I thought she was being funny, but when she walked towards me, I saw the look in her eyes and realized just how serious she was being. Her long, blonde hair fell behind her shoulders and all she had on was a nightie that I could see right through. It was incredibly sexy and innocent at the same time. She walked up to me and laid her hands on my chest. I let my boxers fall to the floor as I reached up and caressed her body, feeling her narrow waist flow into her hips, then around to her perfect, tight ass. I reached around and squeezed it, eliciting a moan from Riley. Wanting to hear more, I craned my neck to the side and brought my lips just below Riley's jaw line. I ran my tongue along her skin, then started planting kisses down her neck. She let out little sighs of arousement as my tongue slid along her skin. When I reached where her neck met her shoulder, I sucked down hard on her, almost biting her. "Unh!" She moaned, her arms writhing around my body, clutching at my shoulders. I switched sides and started sucking on the other side of her throat. At the same time, I let one hand continue kneading her ass while my other snaked its way under her nightie, up her body, and onto her breast. It felt so warm and soft in my hand, but firm at the same time and her nipple was already stiff. I ran my thumb over it and Riley made another noise. I knew she was only going to get louder, so I pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues wrestled as our hands caressed and squeezed one another's body. Her perfect, C-cup tits felt so good in my hands, but I wanted more. I pulled the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and Riley wiggled back and forth until her nightie fell to the floor beside my boxers, then I brought my lips down to her chest and starting sucking on her tit. Riley let out a soft moan that turned into a shriek of pleasure when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. "Max... Maaax..." She moaned, then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my rock hard cock. Taking the hint, I let my one of my other hands trail down her body until it brushed across her pubic hair. I felt her whole body shudder and Riley squeezed my cock, making me grunt. Sliding a finger along her slit, I almost pulled back in surprise. I'd expected her to be wet, but she was practically flooded. I brought my lips away from breast and looked down. "Oh my god... Riley..." I whispered, awestruck. Her cum was running down her legs she was so wet. "Please, Max, don't stop. I want this... I want you so badly." "Then would you like me do this?" Before Riley could say a word, I crouched down and brought my mouth up to her lower lips. I stopped to smell her and the aroma was so arousing my cock twitched as I took in the fragrance of my beautiful sister's cum. Then I licked from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. RIley moaned and I took that as permission to keep going. Finding her clit, I rubbed my fingers back and forth against it, making Riley squirm with pleasure. Once the tips of my fingers were glistening and wet, I let my tongue take over, flicking it back and forth across her clit. The taste of her cum was so overpowering I almost threw her down on the ground and took her right then. As my tongue went to work, Riley started bucking with every wave of pleasure I sent racing from her clit, so I grabbed her ass with one hand and held her still, pressing her cunt against my lips. With my other hand, I let one of my cum coated fingers slide down her slit until it reached her entrance, then I pushed inside of Riley, feeling the warm wetness of her insides envelope my finger. "Ohh!" Riley groaned, digging her fingers into my hair. Pulling out, I slid two fingers into her and started pumping in and out of my sister as my tongue kept working on her clit. "Oh, god, Max! Yes! More! More!" Riley yelled. Her wish was my command. I curled my fingers in, brushing them against her g-spot, and at the same time, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed it between my lips. "UNH! YES!" Riley screamed, barely keeping her voice low enough to not wake the others. As I felt Riley's body buck harder and harder, I picked up the pace of my finger thrusting, then finally left them inside her and fluttered them against her g-spot, driving her wild. "Max, I- I think I'm gonna..." I pressed her clit between lips again. "Unh... don't ... st-stop... oh, I'm- " I stopped. I held my finger still and brought my lips away from her clit. "W-Why?" She asked, looking down, then I attacked twice as hard as before. I pumped my fingers in out of my sister so fast they were a blur, driving straight into her g-spot. I was almost drinking her cum at this point, she was so wet, and her clit was a little pleasure button my tongue couldn't taste enough of. "YES! Make me cum, Max! Make me cum for you!" I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could and if not for my hand on her ass, I think Riley would have crumpled to the floor. "Oh, GOD! Yes, Max, yes! Unh- c-CUMMING! I'm CUMMING!" Riley's body went wild, humping my hand and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came. She was gripping my fingers so tight, I couldn't even move, but I kept my tongue flicking across her clit, making her orgasm last as long as possible. When her orgasm finally died away, Riley's legs went weak and I barely got her to my bed. "Oh my god, Max. That was incredible. I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life." Riley panted, out of breath. I was pretty out of breath myself, but if I thought I was getting a break, I was dead wrong. Riley pulled me onto the bed beside her and wrapped her arms around me, running her hands through my hair as we made out. I ran my hand through her hair as well and pushed my cock between her legs with my other hand, letting it rub against her sopping wet pussy. She was so wet and hot it almost felt like being inside her. "Riley, I can't wait anymore. I need to be inside you!" I moaned as she ran her tongue along neck, her thighs squeezing my cock against her pussy. "N-not on here." She managed to tell me. "What? Why not?" "Not where she's been." "Where then?" "Stand up." I got off the bed and stood up and Riley grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the wall. Standing with her back against it, she spread her legs. She took my rock hard cock, slippery wet with her cum, and guided it between her legs. When my head was pressing at her entrance, she wrapped her arms around me and I kissed her as I pressed into her. "OHHHH!" We moaned together as our bodies became one. Her pussy was so tight, it was unbelievable. As I pulled out, I could barely manage to bring my hips back, it felt like her pussy was sucking me into her. Then, just as I had filled her back up, Riley almost leapt into the air and threw her legs around me. I grabbed her ass, holding her in the air. With her back against the wall, she was light enough that it wasn't too hard to keep her up. I pulled out, then thrust into her again. "Unh. Fuck me, Max. I need you to fuck me." Riley moaned. I started thrusting into Riley, meaning to go slow at first, but her pussy was so tight and hot that I couldn't help speeding up. It was like it was sucking me in. Her ass felt so good in my hands and I could watch her tits bounce every time I pushed into her. "Yes, Max! Harder!" Riley yelled and I started pounding my sister as hard I could. She started screaming at the top of her legs and I clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her as she kept screaming from our fucking. When she stopped screaming, I grabbed her ass with both hands again and Riley groaned out, "Oh, you own me, MAX!" Hearing her say that was so sexy, I almost blew my load right there. I started thrusting faster and faster, our bodies making wet, slapping sounds every time we came together. "R-riley, I'm getting close." I said as I felt my balls beginning to tingle. "Cum inside me! Fill me up!" "No, I want to... cum together!" I yelled, then I angled my hips under Riley and took her hips in my hands. Guiding her body, I rubbed her clit against me as I kept thrusting into her as hard as I could. "Ohmygod... ohmygod..." Riley panted as her back arched against the wall. Her cunt tightened around my cock, milking it and sending me over the edge. "I'M CUMMING!" I yelled and Riley screamed out at the same time as her orgasm erupted. I felt my cum exploding out of me, shooting into her as her pussy milked my cock, rippling as Riley came, her body shaking on top of me. It seemed like our orgasm would never stop as I shot fifteen, sixteen, seventeen ropes of cum into her and her pussy kept drinking it all in. Finally, our orgasms subsided and my legs gave out, exhausted from the strain of holding Riley up and thrusting into her. We slid down until I was laying on the floor and Riley was on top of me, my deflating dick still inside of her, then Riley flopped down on top of my body, her head resting on my chest. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I barely had the energy to speak. "That was incredible..." I said dreamily. "Mhmm..." Riley hummed. "I love touching you." She cooed, rubbing her body against mine. "-ove you..." She mumbled, her eyes shutting. "Come on. We should at least get in bed." "Uh-uh." Riley replied cutely, almost falling asleep. Somehow, I got her to stand up and slip her nightie back on, then I finally pulled on my boxers before turning off the light and sliding into bed next to her. "Max, look." Riley said, closing her eyes and pointing to my digital clock. It was twelve o'one. I smiled down at Riley, then gave her a gentle kiss. "Happy birthday, Riley." I whispered, then I snuggled down next to her, my body pressed against hers, my cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and my arms folded around her. Before I knew it, I was asleep. The next thing I knew, I was blinking up in the darkness. I thought that I'd just woken up before I needed to, but then I felt Riley move next to me. "Max, are you awake?" She asked, laying her hand on my shoulder. "..nnn..." Was all I managed to get out. I shut my eyes and was falling back asleep when I heard something like a sob from Riley. I blinked my eyes open and looked at my sister. In the dark, I could make out the outline of her sitting up, crying. "Riley, what's the matter?" I asked as I sat up, stealing a glance at my clock- three fourteen... wonderful. "I- I'm sorry, Max." "It's okay. I'd rather be awake than be asleep and not help." "No, I mean, I'm sorry about everything. I've been so shitty to you. I always call you names and... and I insult you all the time, call you stupid." I wrapped my arms around the blanket over my knees and looked at Riley's silhouette. "Well, I do have two D's at the moment." I said, trying to make her feel a little better. "Yeah, because we make you do everything. We fuck everything up for you. You're not stupid, Max... you've never been stupid." "No, I really do suck at Math... and Science isn't exactly my strongest point either." "...those are what I'm good at... I should've been the one to help you. I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to help you with your homework, not insult you for every problem you get wrong." "Well, I mean, why do you then?" "Because you're really not stupid." "What?" "I mean, you're really not stupid. You're smart. Smarter than me." "Hah!" I laughed, a little louder than I meant to. "You were in the ninety fifth percentile for the SATs. You get all A's. There's no way I'm smarter than you." "Max, most kids would be failing if they went through what we put you through. And you're good at English and History and you can draw so well... I can't do anything like that." "Riley, is my drawing what's making you sad? Or my grades? If you'll help me study, I can do better." "No... I mean, yes, I mean... Max, have you ever wondered why you're the only guy I don't feel weird touching... or being touched by?" "When I was little, I just thought you liked torturing me. I thought you liked laying on top of me to pick on me. But yeah, the other night, Izzy and I were talking about it. Why is that?" "I don't know..." Riley said quietly. "It was never one thing. I just remember you being born and we were all so happy. I mean, I was barely old enough to remember, but I do. I remember holding you in my arms and thinking you were so heavy for a little baby. Izzy and Ashley were happy too, if you can believe that... and Dad. He thought having a son was right up there with landing a man on the moon or winning the Super Bowl." "...so what happened?" I asked. "Like Izzy said, Dad died and Mom had to go away and everything fell on Izzy. She had shit happen to her and some of it was her fault, but most of it wasn't. She took it out on you and I guess Ashley and I just followed along. I thought it was okay." "Yeah, but after you were about nine, that doesn't cut it." I shot back, a little angry. Riley was plenty smart enough to have figured out it wasn't okay to torture me. "I know... I know it doesn't. It's just, guys have always liked me... ever since I was about eleven, they started putting their hands all over me and without Dad, I never felt safe. I didn't like them touching me and the more they did it, the less I could stand it. And I watched the guys that Izzy was around and I didn't like them touching her either. It was like they didn't care about her at all. They just wanted her body and when guys touched me, I felt the same way. But touching you... it always felt okay, you felt clean... safe." "So why couldn't you be the nice sister?" I asked, caught somewhere between feeling grumpy and touched. "After Izzy taught me about masturbating... even before that... you were kind of the only guy I ever thought about. I mean, sometimes I could imagine a guy up and pretend I felt okay with him touching me, but mostly it was you. And you were still just a little kid, but I had a pretty good imagination and I thought about you getting older and when you finally did... I could barely control myself. I had to make myself hate you or I thought I'd... I'd do something like we just did." "Have sex?" "Make love. I... I know you I love you, Max. I've always loved you... even when I was being shitty to you, but I... I've started feeling something else. Do you know what I mean?" I felt my cheeks blushing in the darkness. Was Riley really saying what I thought she was saying? Then it hit me. I'd heard shit like this before. Izzy and Ashley had both told me whatever I wanted to hear and then it'd turned out to be a bunch of lies. I wasn't getting fooled this time. "You're lying." I tightened my grip around my knees. "You're just going to use me like-" I was suddenly cut off by Riley's lips pressed against mine, the tips of her fingers resting under my chin as her other hand rested on my cheek. My heart started beating like crazy and my face felt like it was burning. Riley opened her mouth and her tongue slid past my lips, but she didn't just thrust it into my mouth. It was almost like... I didn't even know. No one had ever kissed me like that before. I ran my fingers through her hair and we fell back against the bed. When we finally separated, I looked right into Riley's face, just a inches away, and I could see her eyes glinting in the dark. "I'm in love with you, Max." She said the words quietly, but with conviction. "Is this the part where you tell me that all you want for your birthday is me?" I asked cheekily. I thought I could see her smile in the darkness. "No, I'm going to give you something for my birthday. All the love you should've had every day of your life. I want to be the sister you deserve... and maybe a little more... a lot more... if you'll let me." Riley pressed her lips against mine again and we started making out for real this time. As we kissed, I let my hands come up to fondle her chest and she snaked her hand down around my cock. Within a few seconds, I was hard again. "Riley, we shouldn't... We've got school in the morning." I groaned as she squeezed me. "We're already going to feel like shit when we wake up. Here, maybe this will help convince you." Riley grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slid them down after I lifted my hips. Then she threw her legs over my body, leaving her perfect ass spread a few inches from my face. I felt her tits brush my body as she tilted my cock back, then I felt her mouth wrap around my cock. "Unh. Riley..." She bobbed her head up and down a few times, then pulled off and looked back at me. "Um, I've never done this before... so I'm sorry if it's not the best." "You're doing great." I replied breathlessly. "And besides, you're smart. I'm sure you'll figure it out." I continued wittily. Then I could've sworn she put me in her pussy. It felt so much like pushing inside it was incredible, but Riley had only pursed her pouty lips, making it tighter on my cock as she pushed me into her mouth. "Oh my god..." I moaned as Riley started bobbing up and down my cock, rolling her tongue around my head. If this was her first time giving head, I could only imagine what she'd be like after some practice. I ran my hands through her hair and started pushing her down lightly, guiding her to take more of my cock into her mouth. She wasn't about to deep throat it, but after a minute or so, she was taking almost two thirds of it at a time. Suddenly, she pulled off, pursed her lips again and pushed my cock into her mouth again. "Unh!" I grunted as I reentered the hot, wet interior of my sister's mouth. Riley wrapped her hand around the part of my shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth and started stroking it as she sucked my cock. Her technique was still a little raw, but it felt incredible and knowing how she felt about me and that she really wanted me to feel good... it made all so much better. After a few minutes, it started feeling really good and I could tell I was getting close. "R-riley... I'm gonna cum soon." She pulled off my cock for a second. "Good. I wanna taste you." "Um, are you sure? It's your first time." I replied, but her only answer was to wrap her lips back around my cock and start bobbing twice as fast. As I started feeling better and better, I couldn't stop from thrusting into Riley mouth, trying to drive as much of my cock into her mouth as possible. She gagged a few times, but only stopped the first time. When I started really getting close, I reached out and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it in my hand, turning me on even more. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass, then slid it across her until i reached her pussy. She was wet, but it felt weird, thicker than her usual cum. I realized my cum was leaking out of her pussy just as Riley bobbed down on my cock, forcing more of it into her mouth than ever. It was too much and I felt myself tip over the edge. "RIley, I'm cumming!" Riley pulled back and kept jerking me with her hand. "Yes, cum for me, little brother! Cum for me, Max!" I felt myself starting to shoot and it felt like the whole bed was shaking. I couldn't help yelling it felt so good. I shot more cum out than I thought I could've possibly had after fucking earlier. Finally, I stopped cumming, but the bed was still shaking! "It's an earthquake!" I yelled to Riley. My clock fell off my end table and I heard a couple other things hit the floor, but after a few seconds, the shaking stopped. I heard the sound of footsteps upstairs, then Mom called out. "Guys?! Is everyone okay?!" "I'm good, Mom!" Izzy called back. I didn't hear Ashley, but then Mom called out, "Max?! Are you okay down there?!" "Yeah, Mom! I'm alright!" I yelled up to her, opening my door a crack. "Where's, Riley?" Mom yelled. I looked at Riley and she ran over to the door. "I'm down here with Max! I came to check on him when everything started shaking!" Mom would buy that, Izzy and Ashley... not so much, not that it really mattered anyway. I heard the sound of Mom and Izzy and Ashley congregating, so I rushed over to the bed to find my boxers. Slipping them on, Riley stood beside me, but I saw that a few drops of my cum were still on her face. I pointed them out to her and she responded by wiping them onto her finger tip and then sucking her fingers clean. I felt myself starting to get hard just watching her, but I didn't need to be hard right then, so I turned away and headed for the door. I found Mom, Ashley, and Izzy coming down the hall. Mom was wearing a lacy black bra that barely held her chest in, with a pair of matching panties, and a silk night robe pulled over her. Ashley had on an old t-shirt and a pair of panty-shorts. Izzy's chest was stuffed in a tank top and I could see the lines of a thong coming out of the sweatpants she'd pulled on. Between the three of them and Riley in her nightie, it was a distracting sight. The whole family went around the house and checked everything out. One of our vases was broken and a couple things had fallen, but mostly everything seemed alright. Mom turned on the news and a reporter said that a 6.8 on the Richter scale had hit our area. There wasn't anything to do though, so Mom told us to go back to bed, she'd wake us up in the morning. As I went up, Ashley gave me a longing look before heading to her room and Izzy grabbed my ass as she walked up behind me, "Checking on your brother during the earthquake... uh-huh. Good story." She teased Riley behind her. Riley ignored her though and came up next to me as Izzy planted a rough kiss kiss on my lips, driving her tongue into my mouth forcefully. Licking her lips lustily, she looked at me, then headed up to her bed room. Ordinarily, I would've made plans to follow her up, but I was so exhausted that I decided to just endure her wrath. I felt Riley take my hand and I turned to face her. She was so gentle, the difference between her and Izzy was almost like night and day. "I guess I should go back to my own bed. I wish I could sleep with you... it is my birthday." She whined adorably, almost like a little kid. I opened my mouth to tell her that would be nice, but that she did need to sleep in her room, then I stopped. "Fuck it." I said suddenly. "It's your birthday. There was an earthquake. You can sleep with me. But, uh, grab some panties first." I smiled at her. A few minutes later, at a little after four, I snuggled back up against Riley and fell asleep. My alarm went off two and a half hours later and I almost smashed the thing after I tried to turn it off and found it was still on the floor, out of reach. When I'd finally gotten up and shut the damn thing off, Mom opened the door. "The earthquake damaged the school. You guys have a three day weekend. Go back to bed." Mom said, leaning in, her tits hanging out of her silk robe, her bra leaving tons of cleavage for me to ogle. "Um, yeah, thanks, Mom." I said, shaking my head. "And that's sweet of you to let your sister sleep with you." Mom said with a grin as she looked at Riley. "You guys haven't slept together since you were kids. But I guess you're not a kid anymore." She glanced down at my boxers. I looked down and saw they were rapidly tenting. I looked back up just as Mom shut my door again. I was still so exhausted, physically and emotionally, from everything that had happened that the sensation of Riley's warm body pressed against mine lulled me right back to sleep.
Title: 3 Evil Sister- Part 8 Tags: Fiction, Domination/submission, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Females, Threesome Content: Introduction: Thanks to everyone who voted and commented on Part 7. The response was overwhelmingly positive and I was really flattered that everyone enjoyed it so much. The main reasons I write here are because I enjoy it and to see the response from the fans, so if you guys want more stories and want for them to come out faster, the best thing you can do is leave comments, especially ones with feedback. After all, the better the feedback I get, the more I can improve and the more I improve, the better the stories will be that you'll get to read. To the people who weren't pleased that I wrote my own Part 7, just know that I wrote it out of respect for Somestory's excellent series and for the other fans who wanted to see an end to 3 Evil Sisters. If you can't handle that or feel that I am "ripping off" Somestory somehow, please just ignore my stories or treat them like an alternate universe of the Evil Sisters storyline. Some of you wanted me to tell you a posting schedule for my parts, but unfortunately, I don't feel like I could tell you guys a reliable one right now. I will continue the series unless I post something saying definitively that I am stopping, but as to when each part comes out, it may take more or less time depending on my schedule. I wrote Part 7 in a day, but because of various thing popping up, Part 8 took about a week. Anyways, keep checking in and I'll do my best to get the next part out as soon as possible. A lot of blood and sweat and cum go into making these (only half joking), so I hope you guys like them. Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. ___ I woke up smelling pancakes and syrup. I opened my eyes and sniffed again. Definitely pancakes and syrup. I had my arm around Riley, my nose almost touching her long, blonde hair. She was laying on her side, breathing in and out slowly. I turned over to look at my clock which was still on the floor. The numbers were blurry, so I blinked a few times to clear my vision. 10:14. We had really slept late, but I guess that's what Earthquake holidays are for. For a few minutes, I just lay in bed, enjoying the sensation of being pressed against Riley's warm, soft body. I thought about what had happened, about hearing Riley tell me that she was in love with me and about her promising to be there for me from now on. It kind of felt like something I'd been missing had suddenly turned up, or like I'd gotten a puzzle piece to finally fit into place. It was a nice way to wake up. Yawning, I climbed out of bed, stood up, stretched. As I pulled my arms up over my head, I felt my morning wood rub against my boxers. I turned my head to look back at Riley. If someone was cooking, that meant at least Mom was up, but if I woke Riley, she'd probably be willing to help take care of a little morning wood. At the same time, she looked so happy and peaceful wrapped up in my bed that I didn't want to wake her. I stretched my arms wide and felt my cock tense as I did so. "Nice." A throaty voice said from the doorway. I turned and saw it was Izzy. She came in, shut the door behind her, and walked towards me. "Want some help with that?" "Isn't Mom up?" I asked, taking a step back as my sister pursued me. "She's downstairs cooking brunch for Riley's birthday. Now..." She reached out and hooked the waistband of my boxers with her finger. "How about a little appetizer." "Izzy, not here!" I whispered. "Riley's asleep." "So what? She's watched us fuck before." "I don't want to wake her up." "So be quiet." She sank down on her knees and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She was still in her sweatpants and tanktop from bed and as she kneeled down in front of me, I could see down her shirt. Her d-cup tits were pressed together in the tiny top, leaving a slit of cleavage that made my cock swell just from looking at it. "Mmm." I heard Izzy hum, then I watched her go down on me, sliding her mouth around my cock. "Unh." I groaned, trying to keep my voice down. Izzy kept gliding down my shaft until her lips were wrapped around the base. Out of habit, I dug my hands into her hair and pulled her down until I felt her nose press against my skin and the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I felt her gag, then I let her back up for air. She pulled off me and wiped a line of spit off her mouth. "You know, I shouldn't even help you out... " Izzy said, wrapping her hand around my my dick. "I should be pissed that you didn't come fuck me last night." She growled, squeezing my dick hard enough that I winced from the pain. Crap. I'd known this was coming. "But I guess even I'd want special treatment on my birthday." Izzy added, glancing at Riley with what almost looked like love. "You can bet you'll be paying me back later though..." Izzy said, looking back at me. "-with interest." Then Izzy started sliding her hand up and down my dick, using her spit as a lubricant. "Unh. Okay." I moaned as she ran her tongue along my head. "Okay what?" Izzy taunted me, suddenly pumping her hand up and down my cock and flicking her tongue along the head. "Okay, Izzy, I'll pay you back." "And no complaining... no matter how rough it gets." She added. I started to say, 'I promise,' but the words were lost as I felt her mouth slide down my cock again. Within a few seconds, I was pumping into her mouth as her hands grabbed my ass, forcing me forward again and again. Looking down at her, it was easy to see how any man could have a hard time saying no to her. With her short black hair and green eyes, just looking at her was entrancing and her arms were plump, but firm and sculpted. She had smooth, creamy skin that was pale from being indoors so much and her complexion only made her even sexier because it went so well with her hair. And then there her boobs, her enormous, supple, perfectly shaped tits. As Izzy slid her lips back on my cock, I could a glimpse of them through her top and then as she slid back down my shaft, I felt her chest press against my thighs. "Izzy..." I moaned. She ignored me and ran her tongue around my head, trying me wild and making my hips buck. "Izzy." I repeated, with a little bit more control. Izzy pulled her head back, licked her lips, then looked up, giving me a sultry stare, "Yes, little brother?" "Let me fuck your tits." I asked quietly, practically begging with my eyes. "No." She smiled up at me wickedly, then I remembered that dealing with Izzy was different from Riley. I bent down and wrapped my hand around her chin, digging in just enough to make it a little painful. "Isabel, fuck me with your tits." "No." "Right now!" I ordered her, louder than I meant to be. I reached down with my other hand, grabbed her tank top, and yanked it up, exposing her tits. Now that she'd been harassed enough, Izzy pulled off her top, fully exposing her chest, and leaving her naked from the waist up. Then she craned her head forward a few inches, tucked her chin down, and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue protruded over her lips and she looked up at me with her green as spit flowed down her tongue, then dripped down between her tits. My cock was going wild at this point, practically screaming to be between those mountains of flesh. From the way Izzy's nipples were puffed up and hard, I could tell she was into it too. Once her tits had received an ample helping of saliva, Izzy pulled her tongue back into her mouth and placed a hand under each of her tits, then rubbed them together, spreading her saliva around and slicking up her cleavage. Ready, she walked towards me on her knees, then pressed my head to her lips and sucked down my shaft one more time, relubricating my cock. Now that my dick and her dick were both soaking wet, Izzy took hold of my dick and pressed it between her tits as she came forward. Once I touched her chest, she hunched her shoulder forward, pressing her boobs together as much as she could. It felt so warm and soft, I thought my dick would melt. When she knew I was trapped in her cleavage, Izzy let go of the bottom of my shaft and pressed herself against me as she brought her hands up to her tits again, When she had them cupped in her hands again, she pushed her boobs together and I groaned from the pleasure. "Fuuuuck, Izzy." I said as my head went back. I looked down and saw Izzy grin, then she pursed her lips and mouthed, "Shh." I swallowed, trying to control myself as Izzy started moving her tits up and down, titty fucking me. Her tits bounced up and down my shaft, with Izzy keeping them pressed together so tightly that her nipples were almost touching. I looked down in awe as her tits rippled and bubbled around my cock, my head disappearing into the crevice and then reemerging from her cleavage pussy. "Does that feel good, Max?" Izzy asked, her voice thick with arousal. "Yesss..." I groaned, my head getting light and my cheeks burning. It felt incredible. "How 'bout this?" I watched as Izzy wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, then swirled her tongue around it as she rubbed her boobs along the shaft. "Oh, god... Izzy, that feels so good... if you keep doing that... I'm gonna..." She started moving her tits even faster and I felt her tongue press against the tip of my head, her lips wrapped hot around the bottom. "I'm gonna cum, Izzy!" I choked out, barely able to keep my voice down. Izzy lifted her head to see my expression and kept her tits pressed together. My hips were bucking so hard, she didn't have to move them at this point. I felt the irresistible feeling race up my cock and I couldn't take it anymore. I reached forward and grabbed Izzy's boobs, mashing them together as I thrust into her as fast I could. "UNH!" I yelled as I felt the first wave of cum shoot up. It splattered on Izzy's chin and ran down her throat, before pooling into her chest. I was still cumming when I suddenly heard Mom call up the stairs. "Izzy, I told you get the others! Breakfast is ready!" Mom yelled. "Sorry! Max is cumming!" Izzy yelled back to the door, smiling as another shot of cum landed on the side of her face. When I finally stopped cumming, Izzy's face and chest were coated with my cum. She looked up at me, her skin practically glowing with satisfaction. She stood up, walked over to my tissue box, and pulled out a clump of tissues. It seemed like it took half the box, but she finally cleaned all the cum off, then pulled one more out, walked back over to me and wiped my body off as she sucked my dick clean. "Remember, no complaining later." She said, then she stood up and chucked the tissue into my garbage can with all the others. All clean, she walked over to the door. "Oh," She added, looking back at me as I sank down against my bed. "Breakfast is ready." Izzy smirked at me, then opened the door and walked out. I pulled my boxers back up, covering my now flaccid dick, then I collapsed onto the bed. "Mmm. 'Morning." Riley whispered as she stirred beside me. Turning over, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. "Did you sleep well, Max?" "Yeah." I replied, looking deep into RIley's eyes. "It felt so good sleeping with you." I added, then kissed her lips lightly. "Well.." Riley ran her teeth over her lower lip. "Would you like to sleep with me right now?" She slid her hand down my body until she reached my waistband. I caught her wrist and she looked back up at me, surprised and disappointed. "I do want to, but Mom's got breakfast ready downstairs. Izzy just came upstairs to get us. And if we don't go down..." "Ass kicking central. Got it." Riley leaned forward and kissed me again. Feeling her lips pressed against mine, I deepened the kiss, then we both realized we had morning breath. "Egh. Gross." Riley gagged, sitting up. "I guess we'll save the birthday kisses for later, okay?" I said, sliding off the bed. "MAX!" Someone called up. When Mom and Izzy raised their voice, they sounded almost identical. "Coming!" I yelled back. "Still?" Was the snarky reply- definitely Izzy. I found a comfy shirt in my closet and pulled it on, then I followed Riley downstairs. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sight almost took my breath away. There was a table covered in food- homemade, fresh food. There were three stacks of pancakes in the center of the table, a bowl of fruit, a whipped cream dispenser, two types of syrup, a plate of bacon that looked like it had just come out of the pan, sausage, and even a bowl of scrambled eggs. Mom had even set out our glasses and a carton of orange juice. Seated around the morning feast were four beautiful women, still wearing what I'd seen them in at three in the morning. For a kid who was used to doing all the cooking and getting the crap taken out of him on a daily basis, it felt surreal. "Come on, Max. We're waiting on you." Mom said, looking at me. "Oh! Yeah, sorry." I pulled my chair out and sat down, then we started passing the food around. "We can still go out for dinner tonight like we planned." Mom said, looking at Riley. "But I woke up and thought you might like a homemade breakfast." She added as we sent around the eggs and bacon and sausage. "Yeah, Mom. This is incredible. Max usually just makes toast and cereal." Riley replied, still looking at the food in astonishment. "Uh-huh. And what do the rest of you make?" Mom cocked an eyebrow and smirked. All three of my sisters suddenly found things to glance at that weren't our mom. Mom gave a small laugh, then used her fork to point at the stacks of pancakes. "I made enough of each for you guys to have whatever kind you want. I know Riley's favorite is blueberry, so I did a stack of those. These are banana-chocolate chip like Izzy likes and then I made a plain stack for Ashley and me." My sisters started helping themselves. After they were finished, Mom looked at me. "What kind do you want, Max?" Mom asked. "Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?" I could feel all three of my sisters staring at me, waiting for me to make a decision, but I kept my eyes on the pancakes. "Um, could I have one of each?" I asked, going for the diplomatic answer. Mom gave me a pancake from each of the stacks, put two plain ones on her own plate, then we started eating. It was really good- even better because I wasn't the one who had to cook it. Mom asked us how school had been. Riley told her about the AP classes she was taking and Ashley gave her a summary of her soccer team's season so far. They'd played well, especially Ashley, but if they didn't win their next two games, they wouldn't make it to States. I told her that my classes were going alright, which was mostly true, and that I really liked my art class. Mr. Edwards was really cool and Gene modelling for me after school was really helpful. I thought I saw a jealous frown pass over Izzy's face when I mentioned Gene, so I moved on as quickly as I could. "What about you, Izzy? What have you been doing?" "Oh, y'know, watching the house, taking Max to school, that kind of thing." Izzy replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "You didn't take any classes this semester?" "Uh, no. Not this time." "Where are you working?" "I'm, uh, still looking." Izzy replied, looking at Mom for a second, then glancing back down at her plate. I felt bad for her. I mean, it was Izzy's fault that she didn't have a job and that she hadn't even tried at the classes she'd taken at the community college nearby, but you could see she was embarrassed. Riley was taking a bunch of AP classes, Ashley was the star on her team, and even I was doing well at Art, but Izzy didn't have a single thing to show Mom, nothing to make her proud. "What about that job I got you at Rite-Mart?" Mom asked. Izzy practically blanched. I remembered the day she'd come home after being fired or quitting- either way, she didn't have a job after that and I had a bruise on my shoulder for two weeks. "It didn't work out..." Izzy replied quietly. Everyone who worked at Rite-Mart had to wear these stupid looking vests and a bow-tie... you could hardly blame Izzy for not wanting to work there. Mom started asking Izzy where she'd applied recently and I could see Izzy was getting angry, she was like a cornered animal who was trying to get away, but if Mom kept poking her, she was about to snap. "So, what do you want to do for your birthday?" I asked Riley, cutting into the conversation. "Huh?" Riley asked, surprised. "Y'know, it is your birthday and we have the day off. What do you want to do?" "Um," Riley paused for a moment, thinking. "It is really nice out today. I'd really like to go on a bike ride, maybe ride out to Langley Park." "That sounds like fun! We can all go." Ashley said suddenly, she loved being outdoors. Riley and I both looked at her. Neither of us were very eager to spend the day with Ashley. "Actually, I was thinking it would be just me and Max." Riley replied, her voice tinged with animosity. "What?! That's not-" Ashley started, but Mom cut her off by putting her hand on Ashley's shoulder. "I wanted to do some shopping anyways. You and I will have some mother-daughter time." "Wait- what about me? Am I just home alone?" Izzy added, confused. "You're going to go job hunting, Isabel." Mom said, giving Izzy a look. Izzy clenched her hands, balling them up into fists. Mom stared at her and Izzy stared right back. I guess most people say their eyes were shooting daggers, but with Mom and Izzy, it was more like claymores. "Fine." Izzy said finally. "Good. Then we can all meet back here at six for dinner. Think about where you want to go, okay, Riley?" "Sure, Mom." The rest of breakfast was pretty quiet. Izzy ate quickly, then stormed off, hot under the collar. Ashley still seemed disappointed that she didn't get to spend the day with us- with me, I guess, but Riley and Mom stayed upbeat and I tried to help out. After everyone was finished, I told Mom I'd do the dishes since she cooked and she, Ashley, and Riley went upstairs to shower and get ready to go out. I'd been so used to do doing the dishes and being alone that washing everything was actually pretty relaxing. When I'd finished, I started the washing machine, then I headed upstairs to shower off as well. After opening the door to my bathroom, I pulled the my shower curtain out of the way and started the water. I pulled the curtain back to keep the water in and turned on the fan so it didn't get too steamy, then I walked out of the bathroom to give the water time to heat up. I sat down at my desk and filled in a few answers that I knew off the top of my head for my history homework, then I headed back to the bathroom after I figured I'd given the water enough time to warm up. I could feel the heat as soon as I opened the door. I hung the towel I'd grabbed on the door behind me then started undressing. Once I was naked, I walked over to the shower, pulled the curtains open, and stepped in at the end away from the shower head. I closed the curtain behind me and looked up. When I saw her, I almost yelled, but somehow I managed to keep myself quiet. Izzy was standing under the water, facing me. Her hair was drenched and hung over her face in wet tangles. The shower poured over her from behind, sending rivulets of water running down her body, highlighting her ample curves. I couldn't stop staring at the way the water cascaded over her shoulders, down between her breasts and then down her body. I could barely see Izzy's eyes through her hair. Beads of water clung to her parted lips, little pants escaping from between them. "I-Izzy?" I asked. Suddenly, she raised her arms up and stepped toward me. Her right hand slid around my head and grabbed my hair, then she pulled my face to her lips, yanking on my hair. "Agh!" I yelled, muffled by the kiss, but Izzy ignored me, only shoving her lips against mine even harder. She pressed her glistening body against mine and wrapped her fingers around my left wrist, then brought my hand down between her legs. Her tongue was so deep in my mouth, I could barely breath, but the kiss was so forceful and the feeling of Izzy's pussy getting wet against my hand, that I couldn't stop. I felt Izzy wrap her hand around my dick and milk it till I was rock hard. When I finally had to break apart for air, Izzy attacked my neck, sucking down on my throat and leaving me moaning against the shower wall. Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain and realized Izzy had bitten me, breaking the skin on my shoulder. "Ow! Izzy, that hurts!" I yelled, pulling my fingers away from her pussy and trying to push her away. She grabbed both of my arms and clamped one of her hands around my wrists, then she started sucking and biting her way down my body, leaving a trail of hickeys that stood out in red relief against my body. Pain and pleasure were being mixed together and I couldn't tell if I was enjoying what was happening any more. But my dick was still rock hard and as reached it, she wrapped her free hand around it and squeezed it till I grunted in pain. Simultaneously, she sucked down on the sensitive skin beside my dick. I squirmed and pulled, trying to get free, but Izzy kept a steel grip on my wrists. As Izzy sucked and pulled on my skin, I moaned in pain and pleasure until finally Izzy released the spot, revealing an already purple spot the size of a large bottle-cap. "Izzy, what the hell are you doing?!" I asked, finally able to speak coherently. "Shut up." Izzy snapped back. "Fuck me." She spread her legs and pulled my dick towards her pussy. "No." I said as she pressed my head against her entrance. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this." "WHAP!" My head whipped to the side and the right side of my face felt like it was on fire. Izzy had just belted me across the face. "Izzy, what fucking fuck?! I don't want it like this!" "You don't get a fucking choice, Max!" Izzy yelled back, then she slapped me again, sending me staggering over the slippery floor. As I stood up, wiping a trickle of blood from my lip, I realized my hands were free now and I was sick of her shit. I looked at Izzy for a second, then I grabbed her arms just under the shoulder and shoved her against the wall. "You know what? You want me to fuck you? Fine." I pressed my dick against her pussy, then slammed all of my length into her in one thrust. With the water washing away her cum and no prior thrusts to warm up, the sensation was rough and painful. We both let out a grunt of pain, but I was determined to pay Izzy back for the slap. I started pounding Izzy as hard as I could, not even trying to make it feel good for either of us. I wanted her to hurt. She tried to lean forward to kiss me, but I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat, then I pushed her head against the shower wall. "Unh!" She grunted, either from me thrusting into her or her head hitting the wall. As we fucked, I kept my hand pressed against her throat, hard enough to keep her from moving and maybe even to make it hard to breathe. Against my will, the thrusts were starting to feel better and better and I could feel Izzy nails going down my back, raking long red lines as she writhed under me. I reached down with my other hand and grabbed Izzy's leg, lifted it up and held her thigh up in the air, making it easier for me to thrust in and out of her pussy all the way. Every thrust felt better than the last one and I lifted Izzy's leg higher and pressed down harder on her throat. Izzy reached up and grabbed my wrists, trying to pull my hand off her throat, but I only responded by fucking her harder. I could feel I was getting close and as I looked at Izzy, her legs were shaking and she was moaning as much as she could with my hand around her throat. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust and I felt my balls twitch as Izzy's back started arching. "Take it!" I yelled, burying my dick in Izzy's pussy. "Take every last drop!" For the next thirty seconds, Izzy's body shook and quivered as I unloaded inside her. When I'd deposited every drop of cum in her pussy, I pulled out and walked forward, intending to use what little hot water was left to clean myself off. Just as I felt the soothing heat splash against my chest, something grabbed me. I felt Izzy's hands on my hips, then she spun me around. Before I knew what was happening, my dick was in her mouth and she was sucking on it like her life depended on it. "Izzy, I just came!" I yelled, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good. As Izzy suck my dick, I felt myself getting swelling up again, but no matter what Izzy did, I wouldn't get hard. Frustrated, Izzy growled, sending vibrations through my dick, then I felt her hand snake around my ass. "Wait, what are you doing?!" I asked when I felt her finger pressing against my asshole. "Just relax, Max." Izzy leered up at me, pulling off my dick for a second, then diving back down. As her lips engulfed my head again, I felt her finger tip press against me and my whole body constricted. Izzy tried pushing again, but I squirmed away from her touch. She pulled her hand away and I relaxed, letting her suck my cock. I looked down and saw Izzy fingering herself. I closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the sensation of every part of my body being warm- the hot water was splashing against my back and Izzy's mouth was wrapped around my dick. "OHH!" I yelled out suddenly. All at once, I felt Izzy's finger slide into my asshole. There was a twinge of pain, but I couldn't get free and... I didn't want to. It felt good. Izzy started pulling her finger out, then she slid it back in and I felt my cock hardening inside her mouth. I moaned as Izzy kept sucking and while I let myself be washed away in the sensation of my oldest sister pleasure me, I figured out what had happened. Izzy had fingered herself to get her finger coated with her cum, then, while I was relaxed, she'd pushed in all at once. When my dick was as hard as stone again, Izzy pulled off my dick suddenly and slid her finger out of my asshole. "You liked that, didn't you?" She grinned at me. Before I could muster up a reply, Izzy turned around and bent over, planting her hands against the shower wall and pushing her ass out towards me. Taking the hint, I grabbed my dick and guided it to her glistening slit, then I pushed in. I felt Izzy tighten around me as I filled her cunt and once I was all the way in, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her. "Harder! You fuck like third grader!" Izzy growled at me, turning her head. Damn it! She was really determined to piss me off. Getting angry, I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark the shape of my hand, then I slammed my dick into my sister so hard, she almost slipped on the wet floor. I kept pounding her cunt, smacking her ass when she needed it. When Izzy started moaning and I could tell she was about to cum, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, fondling them and tweaking her nipples as I fucked her to orgasm. When she was finished cumming, I kept thrusting, but felt myself getting softer, so I figured we'd stop. Izzy wasn't having that. She reached her arm around behind me and pushed into my asshole again. For some reason, the idea of my big sister being inside me, almost like a part of me, was so sexy, I felt myself start to get harder. Then she started rubbing inside me, her finger gliding in and out, as I kept giving her small thrusts and within a minute, I was raring to go. I reached behind me and and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her hand away, slightly sad to feel her pull out, then I guided her hand down to her pussy. As Izzy started rubbing her clit, I started fucking her hard again, pulling out until only the tip of my head was still inside her, then pushing back into her and filling her pussy in one plunge. I looked down as we kept fucking and I watched my dick slide in and out of Izzy, then I had a thought. It was time for revenge. I reached down and started fingering Izzy's clit beside her. She moaned at the sensation of both of us rubbing against it, but when my hand was coated with her cum, I brought my finger up and slid it into her asshole. "Shiiiit." Izzy whined, dropping her head down. When I felt her asshole loosen just a little, I started sliding my finger in and out of her as I kept pumping my dick into her pussy. "Shit, Max. That feels so good!" Izzy grunted out. My only response was to go even faster. Before long, my dick was flying in and out of her pussy and I felt my second orgasm about to erupt. I pulled my finger out of Izzy's ass, then slid two in, stretching her asshole around them. As Izzy felt her insides move to accommodate my fingers, I picked up the pace, burying my dick in her as fast as I could. "Shit, shit, shit. Max, you're gonna make me cum!" "Not till you make me cum!" "Shit, yes, Max! Fuck me till you cum! Use my body!" Ready to unload in her, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and grabbed her hips with both hands, digging my finger into her, then I pumped Izzy as fast as I could, fucking her like a wild animal. "I'm about to cum!" "Yes, Cum! Oh, god, I'm cumming!" Izzy yelled, then I felt her pussy clamp down on cock, sending me over the edge. I started cumming inside her and kept thrusting in and out, prolonging the feeling as long as possible. Needless to say, when I finally got to shower off, all the hot water was gone. Izzy sat on the edge of the bathtub while I showered. Once I was clean, she took her turn while I toweled off. Once I was dry, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Holy shit, Izzy! Really?!" I yelled into the shower, pointing to my body. There were more than a half dozen hickeys going down from my shoulder to my groin and there were scratches going down my back like I'd decided to go diving into thorn bushes. And my ass was a little sore... When I'd finished getting clean, I slipped into my room as quickly and quietly as possible, trying to go undetected. I just had enough time to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt before Riley walked in. There was no reason for her to think Izzy and I weren't having sex, but somehow, I didn't think the sight of my body covered in marks that weren't hers would make her very happy. "You ready? Sorry I took so long getting ready." Riley said, toeing the ground and rocking her heel back and forth as she clasped her hands behind her back. It was adorable and she looked beautiful. She had on a pair of orange short-shorts that hugged her backside nicely, a white t-shirt with a matching orange stripe going across her chest, and she'd put her hair up and tied it with an orange ribbon. She was also a pair of running shoes since we were going riding, but she'd also put on make-up- more than usual and it looked amazing. She had added just a touch of glittery eye-shadow and mascara and little lip glass. Riley was already, but right then she was- "Wow." Was all I could say. Riley smiled and looked down at the ground, pleased but a little bashful. I walked forward and I laid my hands on her hips gently, then I pressed her against me and kissed her. "You ready to go?" I asked. "Yeah, just let me grab my bag." Riley smiled, then she ran off to get it. While she did that, I grabbed my own bag, put my phone and the couple things I might need in it, then slung it over my shoulders. Once I pulled on my shoes, I walked out and opened the bathroom door. When it was open just a crack, I saw Izzy standing with the towel in her hands, half raised over her body. She seemed kind of dazed and out of it, but when I opened the door the rest of the way, she snapped out of it and smirked at me. "What are you doing, perv? Spying on your big sister while she's in the shower?" "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too." I quipped at her, giving her a grin of my own. "What'd you say?" She said, her voice tinged with either real or play anger. I didn't want either one directed at me. "Love you too!" I exclaimed, shutting the door. "Bye!" I called through the closed door, then Riley came down the stairs and we headed down to the ground floor. We found Mom and Ashley talking downstairs and told them bye. Ashley still looked disappointed that she couldn't come, but that's what happens when you go around cheating on people. "Be thinking about where you want to eat dinner!" Mom called out as we headed into the garage. "Got it!" Riley called back as she shut the door. We took our bikes down from the racks on the wall of the garage, but my bike was too small for me now, so I grabbed Izzy's instead. After I lowered the seat a little, it worked fine. We headed out into the warm sunlight and coasted down the driveway. "So, to Langley?" I asked, looking at Riley. She nodded, then kicked off and started pedaling. I followed after her and for the next fifteen minutes, we biked to the park, enjoying the feeling of the sun and win on our faces. We didn't talk much on the way there except to say when to turn or stop. It was nice though. I couldn't remember the last time I'd just done something fun with Riley. When we got to the park, we locked our bikes at a rack, then we found a picnic table in the sun to sit at and rest our legs. Once we'd recuperated, we went a walk through the park, up in the wooded hill part of the park, then back down by the community center with the flowers outside and then back around to the grass field. While we walked, Riley asked me how I was feeling. She actually seemed to genuinely care about the situation with Ashley even though she was still mad at Ashley. "What about Gene? I haven't seen her much since, um, that day." Riley said, making us both think of the afternoon I'd taken Riley's virginity in a classroom as part of a bet. "She's fine. She modeled for me yesterday. Izzy modeled for me too, but working with Izzy is always..." "Like playing with fire?" "Sharp, acid-coated fire." I added, then I asked Riley where she was looking at going to college. She listed several in the area and told me she really wanted to apply to at least one Ivy League school, just as a stretch. "I just want to see if I can get in." She said as we paused by the community center to admire a patch of daffodils. They were yellow with orange centers. After checking to make sure no one was looking, I bent down and plucked one, breaking it off with about four inches of stem. I pulled off the leaves, then turned to Riley. "For you." I said, smiling and holding the flower out. "You're not supposed to pick them!" She said, trying to chastise me, but she took the flower and slid it into her hair, just over her right ear. When we got back to the field, I told Riley I had a surprise for her. "What is it?" She asked. "I'll give it you, but you have to close your eyes first." I replied. Once Riley had closed her eyes, I led her over to a nice spot in the grass and had her lie down, then I sat down a few feet away from her and pulled out my sketchbook and pencils from my bag. "Okay, you can open your eyes." I said. "A notebook?" Riley gave me a confused look. "I want to draw you." Riley blushed a little, but she didn't argue. She seemed a little nervous and kept trying to fix her hair when the breeze moved it, but she did pretty well holding still while I worked. After about twenty minutes, I had most of the drawing done and after a few more minutes, I'd finished touching everything up and I was actually really pleased with it. "There. This is for you. Happy Birthday." I turned the pad around and handed it to Riley after she sat up. The drawing showed her on her side, her head resting on her hand, propped up on her elbow, her hair blowing just a little with the breeze and the daffodil resting in her hair. With the sunlight coming down on her, she looked beautiful- just like she was supposed to. "Oh my god, Max..." Riley said, staring at the picture so intently I was worried I'd made some major mistake and hadn't caught it. "This is so beautiful." She looked up at me and I could tell she'd really liked it. "The line work is really clean and I like the shadows.. it's almost like an Impressionist piece." "Uh, thanks." I said. I only kinda knew what Impressionism was. We hadn't really covered that in school yet. Riley set the pad down on the grass, then crawled over to me and pulled me in for a kiss. We were in public, so we shouldn't have done it, but the odds of someone who knew us seeing us were pretty low, so I kissed her back and enjoyed the soft pressure of her lips on mine. "I love you, Max." Riley said after we broke apart. "I love you too, Riley." Riley smiled and picked up the sketchpad, then flipped it closed so that nothing would get on the drawing. For the rest of the afternoon, we talked in the sun, went on another walk, and Riley had brought a Frisbee, so we threw that around for a half an hour or so. It was the most fun I could remember having with any of my sisters in a long, long time. And for once, there was no sex, just me and her, enjoying eachother's company. Okay- we did kiss and while we were in the woods, we did get a little caught up and start feeling each other, but for the most part, it was just us. And that was nice. When it was about four thirty, Riley said she was getting hungry and I was too, but we knew we'd have dinner when we got home around six, so we decided to bike over to Charles' Creamery. Charles' was an old style ice-cream place. They only had like three flavors, but that was all you needed. Riley and I sat outside and ate our icecream cones while we watched cars go by. When we'd finished, we decided to take an alternate way home. It was only five, but by the time we got home, it'd be close to five thirty, so we weren't missing out on that much time together. Riley and I started pedaling back, but when we were biking by this gravel parking lot beside a closed down store, I looked over and saw Izzy's car parked in the back. "Riley!" I yelled ahead of me. She stopped and we looked over at the car. It was definitely Izzy's. We got off our bikes and walked them towards the car. "She's crying." Riley said suddenly, coming to a stop. We coming at the car from behind, but when I leaned to the side, I could just barely see Izzy face. "You're right." I said softly. "Should we check on her?" "Y-yeah, I guess so." This was weird. I didn't think either of us could remember Izzy ever crying... ever. We walked up to the car and when we were a few feet away, I could see Izzy suddenly hear us coming. She started wiping her face off as we leaned our bikes against the car. I opened the passenger door and looked in on her. "Hey, how's the job hunt going?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but caring at the same time. "Oh, you know... all the jobs they have are the shitty ones working at Taco Bell or whatever." Izzy said, her voice still a little choked up and her eyes red. "You mind if we hang out with you for a minute?" I asked, then slid in the car before Izzy could say no. Riley climbed into the back seat, and leaned forward between the seats so that she was up with us. For a minute, we were all quiet. "So... um... Izzy, are you okay?" I asked, breaking the silence. For a second, Izzy took on an expression that made me think she was going to be typical Izzy and box my shoulder or make a crude remark, maybe even Izzy thought that, but then the energy just drained out of her face. "Yeah. I'm fine." She said, sinking back against the seat. "What happened?" "No one would hire me." "Well, I guess you could always do a little time at Taco Bell and then move up." "Taco Bell didn't even want me." "What? Why not?" "No experience. Everyone my age is either in school or has already worked plenty of places. Places like Taco Bell can find people who they don't even have to train. And I mean, if I don't have any experience, how am I supposed to start anywhere? And Mom wants me to go back to school... like I can do that." "Why not?" "Everyone would just make fun of me. I remember when I had to drop out before. You guys thought I was so fucking lazy." "You didn't ever study, Izzy!" "Fuck you. I did study. I studied a lot at first and I still got a C on my first test... I got a C on the test for Chapter 1. I felt like a retard. I tried to do better, but..." Izzy's voice started sounding upset and so she shut up. After a second, she tried talking again. "I'm not smart like you two... and I'm not athletic like Ashley... I can't... I can't do anything." Izzy let out a sob and tears started falling down her cheeks. "I'm just a fucking failure." She started crying and was so ashamed of herself for showing her feelings, she slammed her fist into the steering wheel, honking the horn accidentally. That just made it worse, Izzy hunched over and kept crying. Riley and I looked at eachother, then Riley reached out and started rubbing Izzy's back. "You're not a failure. So what if you took a couple years off? Plenty of people do that." "What am I supposed to do? I can't find a job and I'm too fucking stupid to go to school." "You're not too stupid to go to school." Riley said firmly. "And you could always get a job as a lingerie model." I suggested. Riley gave me a look that was half disbelief and half irritation, but I hadn't meant anything bad by it. "I'm serious." I continued. "You're like six feet tall, you have natural, um, really nice double D breasts, long legs, and green eyes. I think most women would kill for a body like yours. That's exactly what modelling agencies want. You're beautiful." "R-really?" Izzy asked, sitting up. "I actually kind of think I'd like that." I could actually picture Izzy enjoying all the attention from photographers or people watching her on a runway. She'd definitely enjoy basking in the glory of seeing herself on billboards or in a magazine. I definitely wasn't stupid enough to suggest that she could find work appearing in other magazines. "And besides all that, you're a good big sister and we love you."Riley added, and I almost gave her a look that would have sent Izzy sobbing again... or she would've just murdered me. I mean, I did love Izzy, but good big sister... Riley caught my expression and frowned at me. "No, really. Izzy wasn't perfect, but how many times did you get picked on?" "Like fifty times a day! What house did you grow up in?!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "No. At school." "Oh, just like, twice." "And why is that?" Ohhh. I saw where she was going with this. "Because Izzy kicked the crap out of them." She had said it was only because she was the only person allowed to beat me up, but still, Izzy had thrashed Stevey Horneman when I was in sixth grade. "We love you, Izzy. It's going to be okay." Riley said, then she gave Izzy a hug. "Promise." I added, then I wrapped my arms around both of them. When we let go, Izzy looked into my eyes. "Thank you, Max." She laid her hand on my cheek, one of the few times she'd touched me gently in her life. I could tell she wanted to kiss me and I glanced at Riley. Riley nodded. It was okay. I kissed Izzy, then kissed her again on the forehead. "I love you, Max." Izzy said quietly. I almost didn't trust my own ears. She really did have a good side to her. "I- I love you too, Izzy." I said, sinking back down onto the passenger seat. "Thanks, Riley." Izzy told Riley, then she moved forward. My eyes went wide- then Izzy's and Riley's did too. Izzy had just kissed Riley- on the lips! "Uh!" Izzy said, pulling back suddenly. "I, uh, sorry, I got... wires crossed." I looked at Riley, she was blushing and seemed a little freaked out. Amused, I smiled at her and Riley looked at me, then her face took on this surreally calm expression. She leaned forward, cupped her palm around Izzy's cheek, then she pressed her lips against Izzy's. This wasn't a a little peck. It was the same kind of kiss she gave me. I watched Riley throat move and realized her tongue was moving, then Izzy pulled back. "The fuck are you doing?!" Izzy yelled. Was she- Izzy- blushing? This day was getting weirder by the second. "I love you too, Izzy." "Uh-huh... and apparently you're a little bi-curious." "Oh, come off it. You're the one who offered to teach me about masturbating, who offered to show me, then wanted to watch to make sure I did it right. And who taught me about kissing?" Oh, dear God, what had been happening on the third floor while I was growing up?! "We were just-" Izzy started, but Riley cut her off with another kiss, pressing her tongue into Izzy's mouth and this time, Izzy started kissing her back. As amazing as it was to watch, I finally cut it off. "Um, what the hell?" I said, Izzy and Riley broke apart, then they looked at me. "Do you not like watching your sisters make out?" Riley asked playfully. "No, it's not that... it's just, uh..." I didn't even know what I was trying to say. Riley leaned forward and brought her lips to my ear. "Max, what's the better option? The three of us being together or Izzy and I fighting over you and you probably wind up torn in half." Every so often, Riley really proved why she was the smart one. I turned my head and caught her in a kiss, pressing tongue between her lips and finding hers. It was a little weird knowing that some of her spit was Izzy's, but at the same time, it was kind of arousing. While I was kissing Riley, I suddenly felt another pair of lips on my throat. "Unhhh." I groaned as I felt Izzy's tongue slide across my skin. Riley kept kissing me as Izzy played along my neck. I felt my head getting light it felt so good, but finally, Riley and Izzy pulled back. "Do you want your birthday present now?" Izzy asked Riley. "What- now?" "Yep. If you ask real nice, I think you could convince me to share Max with you." "Like I need your permission. I think Max is more mine than yours right now." Riley said, a slight edge in her teasing. "Oh, really?" Izzy said, cocking an eyebrow, her natural Izzy swagger back. She reached forward and grabbed my t-shirt, then yanked it up, exposing my hickey splattered body. Riley's eyes went wide as she looked at me, then she looked back at Izzy. "Okay, deal. Now..." Riley turned her eyes back to me. "Maybe you and I could play with my birthday present?" She ran her teeth over her lower lip again and Izzy responded by unfastening her seat belt. She crawled into the backseat with Riley and sat down. "You know, you're not a half-bad little sister." Izzy said, smiling at Riley, then she leaned forward and I watched my sisters' lips press together, melding into one mass of pink on pink. Riley's hands started caressing Izzy's body and I watched as my sister started doing things that I'd only done before. Izzy's more experienced finger went right for Riley's shorts. She found the bow keeping them tied, pulled it loose, then slid her hand into Riley's short. "Ohhh." Riley moaned, arching her head back. I felt my cock twitching in my shorts and I had to admit that watching my sisters play with each other might've been the hottest thing I'd seen in my short life. Riley pulled Izzy's shirt off, exposing her bra cupped tits. That was it. I pulled off my shirt and started undressing as my sister's did the same to one another. When we were all down to our underwear, Riley and Izzy looked at me. "What are you waiting for, Max?" Izzy asked. "Come on." Riley said, giving me a very inviting look. I crawled into the back and Izzy pulled my against her, her lips dragging across mine roughly while I felt Riley's hands on my boxers, pulling them down. I brought my hands up and started fondling Izzy's chest as we made out, then suddenly my eyes went wide as I felt Riley start sucking on my cock. "Holy shit..." I thought to myself. it felt like my body was melting. With what little control I could muster, I pulled Izzy forward and found the clasp to her bra. After a little fumbling with the unfamiliar mechanism, I unhooked her bra and Izzy let it tumble off of her. Suddenly, Riley pulled off my dick, then pursed her lips and went down on me again, making me grunt loudly from the feeling. I turned my legs sideways so that Riley could reach me easier, but kept my chest towards Izzy and my hands on her massive, lingerie model tits. "Unh! Izzy!" Riley moaned suddenly and I looked over to see that Izzy had pulled Riley's panties down to her knees and had started fingering my sister. Riley's long blonde hair hung over shoulders, partially obscuring her C cup tits from view, but I could see her starting to move her ass towards Izzy's hand, trying to press Izzy's finger into her pussy. "Do you want to taste your sister, Max? Izzy asked, pulling out of Riley and offering me her glistening fingertips, wet with Riley's cum. I couldn't stop myself. I sucked the cum off them as Riley and Izzy watched, then I felt Riley's lips wrap wrap around my dick again. As Izzy kept playing with Riley, I left one hand on Izzy's breast and let my other hand slide down her body, under her thong, to her soaking wet cunt, still full of my cum from the morning. I slid my fingers down across her clit and Izzy moaned into my mouth, her hips gyrating as I started rubbing. Within two minutes, we were all panting for more and moaning every time we were touched. Summoning all our will, we managed to break apart long enough to pull off the rest of our clothing, I kicked my boxers off and helped Riley out of her panties. When all three of us were completely naked, I sat down on the armrest and admired my two incredibly beautiful older sisters while they fixed their eyes on a certain part of my body. "Max, open the armrest. There should be some lotion in there." I did what Izzy told me and found a bottle of moisturizing skin lotion. I handed it to Izzy and opened the top, then squirted a massive dollop into Riley's hands. She squeezed out another portion for herself, then the two looked at me hungrily. I knew what they wanted. I moved towards them, resting my knees on the seat cushion between them. I looked at Izzy's glistening pussy, then at Riley's. Izzy's was waxed bare except for a small triangle of hair and it looked like Riley had shaved hers yesterday or the day before. They were both beautiful and I touched them at the same time. I felt my fingers slip into my older sisters and they moaned as the middle and ring finger on both my hands disappeared inside them , filling their cunts. "Fuck yes." Izzy moaned. "Max..." Riley sighed, then they sat up enough to reach out and wrap their lotion coated hands around my dick. "Unnnhhh." I groaned. It felt amazing. Izzy squeezed the base of my shaft as Riley played with the head, then I started moving my fingers in and out of them and Riley and Izzy started milking my dick in response. The sensation of being in Riley and Izzy at the same time and knowing that I was making them both feel good simultaneously drove me wild. Within a few seconds, I was pumping my finger in and out of them at lightning speed. They kept jerking me off together and at the same time, I watched as their free hands went down to their pussies. They rubbed their clits as I fingered them. Soon, we were all moaning like crazy and the windows of Izzy's car were completely fogged up. "O-oh my God," I moaned. "F-feels so good." "Yes! Yes!" Riley moaned with me. Izzy let out little cry as I fingered her g-spot. "We need to cum. All of us." She said, the stopped rubbing her pussy and grabbed the lotion from the side where she'd laid it. She squeezed it over my cock, coating her hand and Riley's with creamy white lotion. When they started jerking me off again, I knew I only had seconds before I would cum. I buried my fingers in Izzy and Riley and fingered their g-spots as fast as I could, pushing them closer and closer to orgasm. "Cum for me!" I yelled as their hands flew up and down my cock and rubbed their clits. "Shit! Shit!" Izzy yelled. "Don't stop, Max! Don't stop!" Riley moaned. Suddenly, I felt my cock start spurting and my sisters pussies clamped down on my fingers as they screamed and arched their backs "CUMMING!!" We screamed at the same time. I watched as my cum shot out, landing on their hands and Izzy's back seat. The girls shook as each wave of pleasure raced through them. I finished cumming first, then Riley, and Izzy finished last. She was spent afterwards she just slumped against the side of her car and shut her eyes. Suddenly, I heard a phone ringing. "Shit!" I realized we hadn't checked the time just as I jumped into the front seat and found Izzy's phone. I tossed it to her. "Hey, Mom!" Izzy said, trying to sound as though she hadn't just cum seconds ago. "What- oh, sorry. What? No, no, no. There with me. Sorry. Yeah, we're on our way home. Sorry, we got caught up talking. Okay. Bye." I Izzy closed her phone, then slumped back against the car. "-was mom... called you guys... we need head home..." She mumbled, half conscious. "Crap. We left our phones outside in our bags didn't we?" I said, looking at Riley. "Ugghh." Izzy groaned, sitting up. "Get dressed and I'll meet you guys at the house. I'd give you a ride, but the bikes won't fit in my car." The three of us sluggishly put our clothes back on, then Izzy started her car, giving her windows time to de-fog. I glanced at the car's clock. 6:20. No wonder Mom was calling. Once we were dressed, Riley and I told us Izzy we'd see her at the house. I kissed Izzy, then hopped on my bike, then Riley did the same thing. Riley kissing Izzy was something that was going to take some getting used to, but I thought I could learn to live with it. "We'll see you at the house!" I called out to Izzy as we got ready to pedal away. "Okay! Oh, Mom said there were guests, so..." Izzy called back. "Who?" "Gene and Tiffany something?" Izzy said, raising her hand in an "I don't know" gesture. "Wait- Gene and her Mom at the house?!" I asked in disbelief. I glanced at Riley and seeing my expression, Izzy figured something was up too. Things were about to get very interesting... and very dangerous.
Title: 3 evil sister Tags: Fiction, Blowjob Introduction: hello i just finished reading these stories and discovers that there is no part 10 which passes me of so i decided to continue it. this is my first story(so don't judge me:)) and also this posted using a touch screen so sorry 4 spelling mistakes. enjoy Content: Suddenly three special letters came into my head. W.T.F rashly was in the shower with me and my mind raced to what izzy said before we had dinner. "-if you get so much as even a blowjob of rashly i will tell everyone in that room what you did with that women-" "shit" i mutterd "Max i know your mad and im sorry. I know what i did was wrong but im sorry. I've been driving myself crazy thinking if you and i hope you will forgive me."all of a sudden memories of that night when i found her scared to shit watching a movie and how i then found myself in bed with her for the first time. I almost went straight for her then but then i brought myself back to reality and replied saying something really smart like "uhh" she must have thought i was considering forgiving her because she then said before"Max i know that izzy will kick your ass if she found out but i love you!" then i remembered " what about your boyfriend?" saying it harsher than i meant. "I came clean to him." ...silence i kinda hate silence now.then i remembered where i was and said"let me finish showering and then we'll talk." "ok" she replied.and left. Immediately i decided the best thing to do would be to talk to her with riley and izzy. Then i remembered that Riley was with Gene downstairs. "fuck my life." i mutterd pissed off. I finished my shower and told Ashley to stay here. "why?" " im getting izzy and Riley." "What?!NO Max Riley and Izzy will kill me!" "not while im fucking here there not!" That got a small smile off her then i retrieved Izzy and Riley who kept saying how sorry she was. I ignored her until we were outside my room and i explained what was going on. I told them that Ashley gave her apology and i was almost ready to forgive her and with that they flew into rage saying she's a no good stuck up bitch and it got worse from their. "You two can talk!" i yelled quietly so mom woudnt hear."your fucking blackmailing me and your fucking gene! "WHAT?"They shouted in unison. Looked upon one another with rage of what the other did then realising that they knew their secret too. They took a sudden interest in their feet. I opened the door and walked in followed by Riley and Izzy . "Ok Ashley" i said. "tell me and your sisters why you think i should forgive you." "I..." she started to say then stuttered. I put my arm around her back and brushed her hair gently. That seemed to calm her down. She said that after she spoke up to her boyfriend, that he looked at her with fury, smacked her, and ran out the room calling her a whore. No one spoke. Then surprisingly Riley spoke up in Ashleys defense. "im sorry" Riley said gently. By now Ashley was in tears so all she could do is nod. Izzy then said "well i still don't fully trust you.How do we know this isn't something your doing to cozy up to max?" All Ashley did was take out her phone go on her text messages and went to her boyfriend and the first message i saw said "filthy whore. I hope u rot in he'll bitch <:(. I showed Izzy and Riley and they were both in favor of forgiving her then all eyes landed on me. I was in a state of shock from what the text said. Even though Ashley was abusive to me she didn't deserve that. Then i saw the bruise on her head."he didn't slap you did he? He hit you fully." i said quietly. "yes". That was it. I got up ran down the stairs with the girls in pursuit asking"what are you doing?where are you going?" "TO TEACH THAT PRICKED SOME MANNERS. I shouted halfway down the street. Ashley grasped my wrist "Max no" "Shit Max you've gone red! Izzy yelled. I blacked out. When i woke up i was in bed with Ashley sitting on the side of the bed. "Ashlnnn..." "oh my god Max your awake." she sighed with relief. "How long was i out?" i asked "4 hours" she replied "moms gone back to traveling.we told her you were sleeping. I was kind of relieved that she was gone because now there was no more secret sex needed.then i remembered "where's thassss "...i rerlised how tired i was. "Max please just rest." as i was falling asleep again i mutterd "i forgive you." "Max... C-can i sleep with you?" she asked. I just nodded my head and she climbed in the bed. "thank you" but i was already out. When i regained consousnos i saw Ashley lying next to me, staring at me with those big blue eyes. "Ashley." i smiled and she smiled back.as soon as i saw the bruise on her headed my smile faded. I held her head to the side and took a look at it. "Max really im fine." "not with a bruise like that your not fine to me. I swear the second i see that asshole im going to kill him! "Max no leave that to Izzy." i couldn't help but smile at that. Then her expression turned serious." do you really forgive me?. I responded by kissing her. I slipped my tounge into her mouth and she did the same to me as i began to fondle her left boob. "Oh Max" she moaned. She grabbed for my hard on and began to move down and started sucking on my cock . "Unh Ashley " i moaned happily as she bobbed up and down faster. I fondled her left breast with my left hand and brushed her hair with my right hand. "Ashley im gonna c-cum" i shouted excitedly. She responded by sucking harder and bobbing faster."Ashley im cumming !"i yelled as i unloaded into her mouth. She licked her lips as she swallowed the last drop. Then lied next to me breathing heavily. "Max..." "Max i missed you really" she panted. "I missed you too Ashley" i replied. "I never should have done what i did." she said sadly. " that's true but then again if you didn't, we wouldn't be like this would we? Because of you im no longer beaten insulted or treated.like dirt.honestly its probably the greatest thing that's happened in my life." Ashley smiled and i rested my head on her boob and lied there happy.happy that we were a family again. Happy Ashley was in my bed.happy that Riley and i were together. Then i remembered what i saw. Her and gene making out. I put that thought to one side and decided that never happened. End of story. Then i saw Ashley smiling and planted a kiss on her lips. And decided."lets just lie here for a while." " happy to." she smiled
Title: 3 Evil Sisters-Part 2 Tags: Fiction, Incest, Male / Older Female, Teen Male/Teen Female Introduction: If you like it, dont like it, just feel like commenting or anything in between, feel free. Feedback is always nice. Plox-n-Thank you :D Content: The ringing of my alarm woke me up and lazily rolled over to shut it off. Upon rolling back I saw my beautiful sister Ashley only inches away from me, as naked as a newborn baby but with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. I didn’t want to wake her up but I still needed to get ready for school, so I tried to quietly worm my way out of her loving grip. Having successfully completed my task I grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom. Once I had the shower running at the perfect temperature, I slid the glass door shut and let the hot water run down my body to wake me up. I leaned against the wall as my thoughts drifted back to last night, to how I found myself losing my virginity to Ashley, and loving every second of it. A part of me wanted to crawl back into that bed and just spend the rest of the day with her. One day of absence from school wouldn’t kill me, in fact I think it'd do me some good to spend some quality time with my loving sister. I must've been buried in my thoughts of her because I failed to hear my bathroom door open and shut. It wasn't until she slid the door to the shower open that I finally snapped out of my thoughts and soaked in the image of her naked body as I climbed into the shower with me. “Maaaax,” she moaned, her eyes fighting a small war just to stay open, “Why'd you get up?” “I have school Ashley, remember?” “Can't you skip it today?” she whined and pressed her body up to mine. The water was spraying both of us now as I wrapped my hands around here waist. “Pleeeeeeease?” “I will next time,” I leaned forward and stole a kiss, causing her to smile softly. “Promise?” “Promise.” “Then I might as well get in a little fun before you have to go,” she opened her eyes slyly, directing them downwards at my rock hard dick that had been pressing up against her body this whole time. Gracefully getting to her knees, I watched her grab onto it and slowly start to pump it, planting a kiss right on the head that made me moan in approval. She grabbed a hold of it with both hands now, starting to pump faster and faster, teasing me with the occasional kiss. I wanted to feel what it was like to have those lustful lips sucking on my dick and I finally got my wish as she wrapped her mouth around it, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout my body and I thought it couldn't get any better from here but she proved me wrong only seconds later. Her mouth continued to suck on the top part of my dick as one hand moved to the base of it, adding to the already insane amount of pleasure I was feeling, and to make things even hotter her eyes would glance up towards me after each moan that escaped from my mouth. Those hungering eyes made it all the more hotter as her tongue brushed the belly of my dick slow and sexily, making sure to wipe it clean as I moaned out, “I'm gonna cum Ashley!” She didn’t stop, in fact her mouth started taking in more and more of my dick and I couldn't hold it any longer. I unloaded everything into her mouth and it didn’t faze her in the slightest as she sucked my dick try until it started to soften up. Once it was all over my legs felt like Jell-O and I eased my way to the ground with Ashley soon joining my side. “How was that?” she teased licking her lips. “Maybe I should skip school today,” I smiled and she gave me kiss on the cheek before resting up against me, the warm water only adding to our comfort as we lay there for some time. She exited the shower first and after a couple of minutes I made my departure as well. The rest of the morning was routine once the fun in the shower had ended. I got ready and soon found myself sitting at the table munching down on a piece of toast. There wasn't any sign of Ashley while I sat there, and I knew that Izzy wouldn’t show her face until at least noon. Riley on the other hand was a morning person and she liked to give me an extra dose of hell before I walked to school. She hummed her way down the stairs, walking into the kitchen like she owned the place as she scoped out the cupboards for food. I paid her no mind, keeping my eyes glued to the TV, but I knew that that wouldn’t save me from her morning wrath. A loud crash made me jump to my feet instantly, searching for the source when I caught a glimpse of Riley's wide smile. “Riley what did you do?” I asked. “I didn’t do anything,” her lie was so obvious that it wouldn’t fool a five year old, “When I opened up the cupboard a glass cup fell out and crashed onto the ground. If I would've known that placing cups in a cupboard was too difficult for you I would've offered you some help but then again I’m starting to think that you did this on purpose.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me. You know that I always open this cupboard so why not set up a trap to injure your poor sister,” she let off a fake sniffle and covered her eyes, “All I do is try and help you and this is the thanks I get.” “Oh really? That's what happened?” “That's what happened.” “Then tell me something Riley. If all the glass is right next to your feet, and the cupboard where I put the glass cups are over here,” I took the three steps to emphasize how unlikely her case was. “How come all the glass is located right there instead of scattered all over the place.” “Beats me,” she shrugged, “But you better clean it up before Izzy gets up.” I growled at her before retrieving the broom and hastily getting to work. Since it was all centered around one spot it didn’t take very long for me to clean the mess up, but while I was doing this I failed to watch what Riley was doing. When I finally dumped all the glass in the trash and put the broom back I turned to see Riley finishing the last of my two pieces of toast. “Riley that was my breakfast!” I shouted walking over to the table. “And it was delicious,” she smiled, patting me on the head like a puppy which only served to fuel my anger. “Sharing is caring isn't it?” I opened my mouth to say something when I heard two sharp honking sounds from outside. “Oh! That's my ride,” she finished the last of my toast, grabbed her backpack and headed for the door. “Oh and just in case you forgot Max, school starts in five minutes.” I looked at the clock to realize that she had played me like a drum. With that in mind, I grabbed my backpack and flew out the door breaking out in a dead sprint. Making my way down the leaf covered sidewalk, I knew that only a miracle could help get me to school on time. And that miracle…did not happen. I sat in front of the principals office, waiting my turn on death’s row until finally my name was called. Mr. Novak sat there quietly, his eyes darting back and forth across his computer as I took a seat in one of the seats in front of his desk. With a long sigh that I thought would last another hour, he finally brought his gaze onto me. The late thirties to early forties man was never happy as far as I could tell, with slick down brown hair and a monkey suit on (dress pants and beige jacket), he finally spoke. “Max, this is the eighth time you’ve been in my office for being tardy to first period,” he took off his glasses and dropped them on his desk. “We’ve only been in school for three months, and the last time you were in here you said that you’d find a way to fix this problem. Yet, here you are.” “I know Mr. Novak and I’m sorry, but-” “I’m tired of hearing excuses Max,” he interrupted, “If this happens again I’m going to have to organize a parent-teacher conference to help solve this problem.” “No,” I shook my head rapidly, “No, no, no, no sir that’s a bad idea.” “Well I think it’s the only thing that’ll help get you to school on time.” “But-” “No buts! You’ll serve an hour detention with Mr. Edwards today, end of discussion.” There really was no point in arguing after that. With my detention slip in hand I made my way to my first period class. Before I knew it first period was over and second rolled around, then third, then fourth, and finally I walked into my fifth period class just as I thought the day couldn’t get any worse. Luckily fifth period was Advanced Art, probably the only class that I’d have an A in, mainly because it was the only thing I was really good at. I pulled up a chair at one of the many tables in the room and went about sketching some plant that was placed in the front of the room. “Alright class settle down,” Mr. Edwards announced even though the room was already deathly quiet. He was laid back, and everything from his cargo shorts to his goofy looking hippy length blonde hair only served to emphasize it. Once the entire class had completely halted any and all action aside from breathing, he finally went on to say, “Get back to work.” That made me chuckle a bit. Mr. Edwards was a cool guy, and probably the only teacher that I liked so having detention with him wasn’t really a punishment, for me anyways. “Tardy again huh?” he asked pulling up a chair next to me. “Eighth time apparently.” “Least they stuck you with me and not one those other teacher’s who actually care about their job.” “I know right?” we shared a chuckle before he took a look at my work. “Looking good Max, looking real good.” “Eh,” I held up the picture next to the plant and made a comparison, “It’s alright.” “Alright? You’re drawing better then most of the kids in my senior-only art class. You have a gift man.” “I’ll take your word for it,” I slapped it back onto the table with a hint of disgust, “I just don’t feel like I’m getting better y’know?” “A little self confidence goes a long way Max.” “So does a cab with fifty bucks worth of fare money.” Either he didn’t hear me or he didn’t bother to answer after that, getting up and going to another table to check on there progress. Meanwhile I became lost in my own little world as I tended to do when I started drawing. What started off as a hobby to escape the hell my sisters put me through soon became the one thing I could be proud of. The problem was that I felt like I wasn’t improving, like I had somehow peaked with my drawing skills and it bugged the hell out of me trying to figure out why. Before I knew it, the lunch bell rang and I regrettably made my way out of the classroom and proceeded to sleep walk the rest of the day until school finally ended and I headed back to serve my detention. I drudged into the room and plopped down at my usual table, oblivious to the fact that Mr. Edwards wasn’t the only other person in the room. It took a very aggressive throat clear for me to finally look up and discover the new person. She was my height with an above average body in my opinion, nice shoulder length brown hair and glasses that only served to make her look more intelligent. “Max, this is Gene,” he showcased her like an item at an auction. “She’s a senior here at school and has agreed to help you with your artwork.” “And how is she going to do that?” “By modeling for you.” “Modeling…for me?” “That’s right?” “You serious Edwards?” “Dead serious.” “Just seems a little,” I glanced at Gene who was quietly humming to herself, “Odd that this would help out of everything.” “Try trusting me for once in your life Max. When I have steered you wrong?” “Guess you got a point.” Grabbing my notebook out I followed Mr. Edwards instructions and sketched Gene for the rest of the detention. It was definitely harder to do, sketching an actual person instead of an object and after seeing my first picture fully finished it was like a gateway drug, I wanted to do more. Unfortunately I only had an hour so after two and a half pictures Mr. Edwards told me I had to stop which kind of annoyed me to be honest. He did offer let me do the same thing tomorrow after school and I happily accepted. Gene even seemed happy about it too. Guess she wanted to just stand around and be ogled at for an hour…must be a girl thing. Either way I packed my stuff up and went home. When I walked into the house it was quiet, way to quiet, which surprisingly didn’t bother me at all because it meant one thing. Everyone was gone. When I walked into the kitchen I found just what I was looking for. You took to long to come home, left to go eat dinner-Izzy Looks like this day is getting better and better, as I now actually smiling having bought about an hour of peace and quiet thanks to my detention. I walked into my room, dropping my backpack and kicking off my shoes to prepare myself for a well needed nap. The door suddenly shut and I froze like a deer caught in headlights, mainly because I wasn’t the one who shut it. My head slowly turned to see who it was, however they didn’t even give me the chance to see them as I was smothered into someone’s arms. “Max!” Ashley gripped me so tight I was having problems breathing, “Where were you?” My face was buried between her breasts muffling my voice, although I was still able to squeak out the words, “I had detention.” “Well you’re finally back at least,” she sighed in an almost annoyed fashion. “Wait,” I wrenched myself free from her grip, “Why are you still here? I thought you went out to eat?” “I told them I was sick,” with a sly wink she wrapped her arms around me again, “I wanted to stay here and be with you. Aren’t you happy?” “Extremely,” I smiled and gave her a kiss. Our mouths were tangled second later and we stumbled our way onto my bed. She was lying on top of me, her body pressing against my causing my dick to harden immediately. But there was something different about it, something that I couldn’t explain as we started undressing. I wanted to figure out what the difference was but before I could she spread her legs and bit her bottom lip, making her look damn irresistible. “Come give it to your sister Max,” she smiled, rubbing her pussy softly. I got onto the bed and lined up my dick once again, wasting no time as I slowly slid it inside her soaking wet pussy. She was moaning louder now, and with a quick thrust I was more then half way in. Her pussy was still pretty tight as I slowly started to go deeper and deeper, thrusting my hips faster every so often just to hear the sound of her moaning my name. “Oh Max!” her breaths were short and quick, but in between them she still managed to talk, “Fuck me harder Max! Please fuck me harder!” I would’ve loved to have fucked her for longer but I already knew that I was going to cum soon, however that didn’t stop me for ramming her as hard as I could. My head board was banging against the wall because I was trying so hard to give her what she wanted. “I’m gonna…cum,” I mumbled, trying to hold it in longer. “Cum inside me Max! Fill up your sister!” she pleaded, her voice was soft and longing and after hearing her say that I couldn’t hold it in. Seconds later I blew my load inside of her and she let out a long, succulent moan while I slowly pulled out and crawled up the bed next to her. She reeked of sex, her breathing was heavy, but she was smiling broadly, and that’s all that mattered. I thought we would’ve laid in each other’s arms, just like we did last night, embracing one another and our newfound relationship. I was sorely mistaken however, because less then a minute later she rolled out of bed, flew into her clothes, and ran out the door. “Thanks Max! I got to go,” she called back, shutting my door and disappearing. To say that I was left speechless would be a total lie. I was left wondering what the fuck happened and why the fuck I’m the only one lying in this bed naked. The nudity would probably get me in trouble if Izzy came home so I quickly got dressed and laid back down on my sex scented bed. Why did that feel so different from before? The first time she was more…nervous. No, not nervous. Careful, like she wasn’t sure if she should be doing it or not, and I think that’s what I liked most about it. This time that feeling wasn’t there though. The sex was still amazing don’t get me wrong, but I think it was that feeling of caution that drove me to fuck her in the first place and without it I couldn’t help but feel weird. I must be fucking crazy. She can’t be cautious every time we have sex. That’d just ruin the mood after awhile I’d think. Then again I’m not an expert at sex, so why am I complaining? I guess it was because the whole thing felt somewhat…rushed? Even though I thought that, I still laid in bed for the rest of the night, only getting up to grab food and to check on Izzy and Riley when they came roaring through the door with head’s bigger then the whole house. I had no idea what they were doing or why, but frankly I didn’t care. It wasn’t until midnight when everyone had gone to bed and the lights had disappeared throughout the house did something happen to peak my interest. The front door opened. I immediately thought it was a burglar, grabbing my lamp and slowly sneaking out to check whether or not I was right. A lamp may not help me fight off a burglar but if I throw it hard enough and it makes a loud enough noise to wake Izzy up then I’m fine with that. As my door creaked open, I heard the light humming sound that could only come from a girl, and if my guess was correct then that girl had to be Ashley. What the hell? When did Ashley even leave? With another sleepless night under my belt, I left extra early to avoid Riley’s antics, munching on an apple the entire way there. The day came and went, and I stayed late again in Mr. Edwards room and sketched Gene for the allotted time given until he had to leave. For the next two weeks that seemed to be the only thing I looked forward to at school, sketching Gene for an hour. Turns out Mr. Edwards was right, sketching an actual person did improve my art little by little, and in those two weeks I was starting to see improvements, although very little. But the best thing was that I was finally getting better, and it felt amazing. My life at home during that time didn’t change, actually it got worse. Crazy right? How could it get worse then it already was? The root of the problem stemmed from Ashley surprisingly. Her attitude towards me became more hostile when the other girls were around and she’d even smacked me a couple times for no reason. Of course she’d find little ways to sneak into my room to have sex almost everyday over those two weeks, but I was still at a standstill. Was sex with Ashley really worth the added abuse? It was a cold Tuesday night, everyone was asleep and even I was dozing off when a kiss interrupted my would-be sleep. “Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered into my air. My eyes opened immediately to see her lying next to me, short shorts and sports bra on, with a wicked smile on her face. That same feeling of hurry in her eyes as she took of my shorts and began stroking my dick quickly yet tenderly. I was still half asleep but with my dick quickly getting to full attention I sat up and tried to focus as well. My hands made there way towards her ass as I squeezed it tightly, my other hand getting underneath her bra and grabbing her boob. She took of her bra and I dropped her short shorts, moving to the edge of my bed in a doggy style position. It was our third time in this position and I absolutely loved it, luckily she did to. I got up and moved behind her ass, my dick brushing up against her soaking wet pussy as I toyed with her. She squirmed, thrusting her ass back to try and put my dick inside of her, but I liked teasing her, I rarely had the chance to do it and in this position I took full advantage of it. “Max,” she whined and looked back, her eyes were cold with anticipation, “Give it to me already!” I smiled and did as was told, sliding my dick all the way inside her warm pussy. With my hands on her hips I didn’t waste time, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. Her perfect ass was brushing against my body every time I shoved my dick all the way in, the soft moans escaping her mouth ever so often, and the way she squeaked out my name in her sexy voice drove me wild. “Oh Max,” she arched her back slightly and started moving her ass faster, “Oh Max! Make me cum Max! Please make me cum!” Her moans became louder and louder and just hearing them brought me on the verge of cumming too. She was getting desperate now, moving her ass up and down as I filled my hands with her round ass, squeezing tightly. “Oh god!” she shouted in response, “Oh I’m gonna cum Max!” “I’m gonna cum too Ashley,” I replied grunting. My thrust getting quicker and quicker until I felt her pussy clamp down on me dick tightly, but that didn’t stop me this time. I continued to fuck her even through her moans of pleasure until my dick was soaking wet with her juice, and only then did I finally blow my load into her pussy. With a defeated sigh, I finally pulled out and collapsed backwards while Ashley didn’t even bother to move next to me, instead just falling over onto the bed with a smile. She was breathing like a mother in labor and her smooth hair was riled up now but I still thought she looked beautiful. To bad I didn’t get to look at her long before she got up and stumbled to put her clothes back on before making her way to the door. “Thanks Max,” she giggled playfully and waved, leaving me thinking the same thing I’m always thinking. What the fuck is going on? The next morning, the answer hit me in the face like a dodge ball, courtesy of Riley. I woke up late which was an oddity in itself, and I still decided to eat at home which was just asking for trouble. I was nearly finished when she walked into the kitchen to join me. I could tell she was in a bad mood because her perfect sandy blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail, and I had a good feeling about what happened. “That fucking asshole,” she muttered, slamming the refrigerator door as if it was the cause of all the problems. Dumped…again. “Is there something wrong with me Max!?” she turned her eyes onto me. “For starters you treat guys like trash,” I answered truthfully. “When have I ever done that?” I held up a finger and pointed at me. “You don’t count.” “Why don’t I count?” She sighed and leaned up against the fridge, “Why does Ashley always have the best boyfriends.” The cereal that was in my mouth at the time now littered the table. I was practically choking for the next thirty seconds, my lungs burning until I finally coughed out the last of the cereal chunks. “What’s wrong with you?” Riley asked eyeing me awkwardly. “Ashley has a boyfriend?” “Uh, duh! Jeez she spends like all day with the guy I thought even an idiot like you would realize that.” “Wow,” my eyes were glued to the bowl of cereal in front of me. She’s using me…that bitch. This explains everything. Always coming home late at night, or always gone during the day and only talking to me when she wanted sex. I must be a fucking idiot to actually have believed that Ashley felt something for me. In a fit of rage I slammed my fist onto the table. I don’t know how long I sat there, pissed off at Ashley, but by the time I snapped back to reality a sharp honk outside signaled that Riley’s ride was here. More importantly that meant that I was late because all my stuff was still scattered in my room. This day officially sucks and its not even 8 o’clock yet. And it only got worse from there. Not only was I late, but Mr. Novak didn’t forget about his promise to organize a parent teacher conference the next time I was tardy so I knew I’d catch hell for that. The rest of the day was a giant cluster-fuck of bad things happening to me. The zipper on my backpack broke and my books landed in a puddle of water, my lunch account at school had nothing left in it so I didn’t get to eat, I failed a math test (that one wasn’t as surprising but it still added to the snowball effect), I stepped in gum, completely screwed up my sketching of Gene to the point where I flung my notebook into the wall and left without another word, oh and lets not forget that I was technically my sister’s booty call. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. I was slamming my head into my desk at home, wishing that this was some nightmare that I hadn’t woken up from yet. “Max get your ass in the kitchen!” Izzy yelled from the living room. “Fuck,” I mumbled and sat up with a migraine. Of course I burned the food, and of course everyone gave me hell for it too, but I didn’t have the energy to give a damn about what they said, until this came up however. “So you’re going up to his cabin for the three day weekend?” Riley asked. Friday was a holiday and that didn’t even cross my mind until she asked the question. “Yep, we’re leaving tomorrow. It’s just going to be us and a couple of his friends. No parents, and no limits,” Ashley smirked at Riley. “I can’t wait.” Maybe that was the last straw for me, or maybe I was about to pass out from my growing migraine but I got up abruptly and left my plate on the table to retreat to my room. I don’t think I’d ever been this angered by my sisters, even after all the crap they’ve done to me I can hands down say that I’ve never been this mad. Pacing around the room, I was tapping my fingers rapidly against my leg trying to calm my thoughts. As if fate was pushing my buttons, the door opened and shut quickly as Ashley appeared with a smile. “Hey Max,” she strutted like a model towards me, “Izzy’s taking a shower and Riley’s blasting music in her room, let’s get in a quick one.” She was already wrapping her arms around me but I didn’t do the same, instead, I shoved her back. After a small stumble, she regained her footing and look at me with wide eyes, “What was that for?” “Fuck you!” I shouted. The built up anger from the past mixed with today’s horrible outcome was finally sending me over the edge. And the best part was that it felt great! “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and FUCK YOU! You’re an abusive piece of shit that’s been using me for the last two weeks. You’re mean to me for no reason, you played with my emotions, and you used me for sex when you already have a boyfriend! What the hell is wrong with you!?” “M-Max,” her fear was about as obvious as a talking dog, “W-what’s gotten into you?” “What’s gotten into me?” I laughed at how she was trying to pin this on me. “The only thing that’s wrong with me is that I actually thought you liked me! I must be a fuckin lunatic to think that an egotistic tomboy like you could even consider the feelings of her own brother. I’m done being your little toy! Get the fuck out of my room!” She opened her mouth but nothing came out, and after she still hadn’t left my anger fumed even more. “I said get the fuck out of my room, NOW!” The volume must’ve finally snapped her out of her trance and she left my room in a hurry, a terrified expression on her face. If I was in a cartoon world, steam would be coming out of my ears. Truth was that I wanted to hit her. For the first time in my life I wanted to fight back and hit one of my sisters, but I wasn’t about to stoop that low. Ashley wasn’t worth it. None of them were, but at that moment my drive to scream and shout and lose all control was overwhelming, but in hindsight I probably didn’t need to be that mean to her… What the fuck am I saying? It was a long time coming, and Ashley was the one who finally sent me over the edge. They all deserved a piece of my mind but after that little yelling session I just laid back down on my bed and fell asleep on the spot. It was hands down the best sleep I ever had, and when I woke up I felt great. With most of my morning rituals completed, I exited my room only to see Ashley at the door with a bag full of her things for this weekend’s cabin gateway. She saw me, and at first I thought she’d be mad, but instead, she was scared. It was undeniable that my big sister Ashley looked like she was staring at monster from a horror movie. I could’ve taken this time to apologize, but instead I went for broke. “Fuck do you want?” I growled, my eyes narrowing immediately. She forced her eyes shut and walked out the door without a single word. The school had an assembly today so I would miss out on my art class which saddened me a bit, but for some reason I was feeling a lot happier then usual. My happy mood died out however when I realized one very important thing. The parent teacher conference. Since my mother was no where to be seen, guess who became her stand in. Izzy. She was raging mad when she arrived at the school wearing black ripped jeans and a big black sweatshirt that was way to big for her. After a few less then surprising comments from her, she walked into the principal’s office and left me sitting outside on one of the chairs to await the outcome. The only thing that changed in the next hour was the time on the clock. Only then did Izzy emerge with a pissed off look on her face and murderous eyes. “Too good to show up on time are we?” she spat out. “Parent teacher conference, I can’t believe this! I should be hanging out in the mall right now but noooooooo, my idiot brother can’t even find his way to school half the time.” She would’ve continued if a nearby door didn’t burst open as my savior, Mr. Edwards, walked in with a shocked look on his face. “Max? Where were you today? Gene and I have been waiting for you for the last hour,” he told me before looking at Izzy, “Isabella! It’s good to see you again.” “Hi Mr. Edwards,” she feigned a smile, “It’s nice to see you to. I hope my brother hasn’t caused too many problems for you.” “Who Max? He’s one of my best students.” “You don’t need to lie to him because I’m standing right here.” “I’m not lying,” Mr. Edwards went on, “He’s more talented then a lot of my seniors. Oh! I almost forgot Max you forgot your notebook yesterday.” He started to hand it to me before Izzy snatched it up. “Hey that’s mine!” I argued trying to get it back but the height difference was playing to her advantage as she held it straight up. This is why I hate being short. Mr. Edwards must’ve thought that it was a joke because he was laughing hysterically, “It’s nice to see that you two are so close.” “I wouldn’t call it close,” I mumbled under my breath, giving up on getting my notebook back, “Can you tell Gene that I’m sorry about yesterday and today. I hope she’s not mad.” “Oh she won’t mind,” he waved his hand, “I’ll pass the message to her and we’ll meet back on Monday. That alright with you?” “Yeah, that sounds good.” “Have a great weekend guys,” he waved and disappeared around the corner as Izzy and I waved. The hand with my notebook in it lowered just within my range, and I took the opportunity to lunge for it. She must have cat like reflexes because the second my body moved the notebook was already out of my reach. “Give that back Izzy,” I demanded. “With that tone your lucky I don’t beat you over the head with it,” she threatened, “Now let’s see your so-called artwork.” With a last desperate attempt to get her to stop, I resorted to the one method that I thought was sure fire to get her to drop my notebook. I went for her boob, admittedly not the smartest plan, but I copped a free feel of her right boob and I was sure that she’d drop the notebook. Boy was I wrong. Not only did she not drop it, but she turned and sent a right hook that caught the side of my temple. She rocked me harder then a Metallica concert with that hit, and I crumbled to the ground like a sand castle that an ocean wave crashed into. I was kind of asking for it, I mean, I grabbed her boob in public. Luckily no one saw us, and I can only imagine what’d she do if someone did. I’d probably dig my own grave before she beat me to death and dropped me inside. With an enormous migraine, and my vision starting to blur, I sat on the ground half dead as Izzy stormed out of the hallway muttering swear words the entire time. By the time I was able to see straight, I stumbled out of the hallway and into the sunset filled sky, not bothering to look for her car. That walk home felt like an uphill battle through snow, and there were multiple times that I had to stop and rest on a tree to make sure I wouldn’t collapse on the ground. I couldn’t tell if I was just a giant pussy or if Izzy really put a lot into that hit. Either way when I got home I made a beeline for the medicine cabinet, grabbed some headache pills and gulped some down with a glass of water. The deathly silent house caught my attention at that moment, and after looking around in the living room and not finding a single note, I was left baffled and a little confused. Although I’m pretty sure the reason I was confused was because my head was still ringing like a church bell. I made it into my room at last, lazily drudging into it and walking over to my desk to sit down. The quick slam of a door caused my eyes too widen. This scenario seemed very familiar, only I knew that this time it probably wasn’t going to be Ashley waiting to give me a hug. Sure enough, when I turned around Izzy was leaning up against the door with an agitated look on her face. “Fuck my life,” I mumbled resting my head on my desk, “You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” “I should after you violated me in public you filthy pig,” her tone was surprisingly calm and I noticed that my notebook was still in her hand. She must’ve caught me looking at it because a sly smirk crossed her lips, “I looked through this pile of trash. Not impressed, especially by your model.” After I didn’t answer she took it upon herself to continue the conversation. “Is this why you’ve been coming home late? Sketching this whore after a school everyday?” “She’s not a whore,” I shot back, “And what are you complaining about? I’m out of the house longer just like you wanted so I don’t see the problem.” “Excuse me? You better watch your fucking mouth Max. I don’t care what you do outside of this house but I’m not gonna have you sketch whores all day. Your perverted enough you sick fuck.” “Well then you’re going to have to keep me on a leash because I’m going to keep staying late after school.” “Maybe I should keep you on a leash, or maybe I should call the school and tell them that Gene is sexually harassing you. I’m sure that they’d love to hear that.” “The hell is your problem?” my anger was quickly escalating after she said that and I stood up with clenched fists. “Why can’t I have one thing in my life that you can’t destroy huh?” “Because life isn’t fluffy kittens and rainbows dumbass, and if you swear around me again I’m going to tie you to the ceiling and beat you until the candy comes out,” she threatened. “Well you better find a rope, or another model, because I’m not going to stop even if you put me in the hospital.” What happened next could only be described as the most legendary staring contest known to man. Our eyes stayed locked in menacing stares, the room staying as quiet as a funeral, mainly because this may lead to mine, but I wasn’t going to back down. Unless she knocked me out cold…again. After ten minutes went by and we still had gotten no where, the strangest thing happened. Izzy gave in. “Then I’ll do it,” she rolled her eyes. “Huh?” “You heard me idiot, I’ll model for you.” “You?” “Yes?” “Seriously?” “What part of yes don’t you get you moronic horn-dog? I’m going to model for you so you don’t have to see that little whore again, got it?” “When?” I asked skeptically. “Right now, my room, move your ass,” she opened the door and pointed. I wasn’t entirely convinced about what was going on but I did what she said and headed out the door. Grabbing onto my wrist, she dragged me upstairs (a place that I was told was strictly off limits for me) and into her room. Izzy’s room was kind of bare, with only a couple posters on the wall, a full body mirror, a large desk in the corner and her bed pressed up against the wall with a window right above it. This was the first time I had been in Izzy’s room since last year when I brought her medicine for a cold that she caught, and even then she still kicked me and told me to get the hell back downstairs. Needless to say, I was treading lightly as she let go of me in the center of her room and sat down on her bed. “So what do I do?” she asked. “You get in a pose and try not to move, talk, or be annoying while I’m drawing,” the last part I added just for fun but she didn’t approve of it judging by the scowl on her face, “Guess we can start with that pose.” “No,” she refused and laid down on her side, supporting her head with her hand and gazing towards me, “I want to do this one. “Whatever,” my will was all but defeated right now as I grabbed her chair and took a seat. With my hand now zooming around the paper, I started to calm down slowly but surely as my work started to get closer to completion. It wasn’t until I stopped and gazed at my paper that I was forced to glance at Izzy to make sure that I wasn’t seeing things. This was a blessing in disguise for me, and I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out until my first sketch was almost finished. Here, laying smack dab in front of me, was my model-like sister who ditched her jeans and black sweatshirt for short shorts and a black shirt that was two sizes too small, and she was also wearing knee high striped socks that I never noticed. The whole look drove me insane, and the best part was that I was getting a free pass to ogle away at her. Those creamy white thighs, and that perfect curvy body that put so much emphasis on her large boobs that brought back the memory that I had finally grabbed one. Although very brief, it was now forever imbedded in my head. “What are you doing?” she spat out after realizing that I was ogling at her body. “Just checking something,” I lied and shook my head, “I’m almost done just a little longer.” “Bought time, jeez how slow-” “Models don’t talk,” I interrupted looking back down at my paper, “Please be quiet.” I was playing with fire, but right now I knew that I couldn’t get burned until to the end so it didn’t bother me. To my surprise she actually did listen and shut up until the time came when I felt that I was down. With that announcement she stood up and walked over to see the final product. She never said anything, eyeing the picture of her body over and over again while her eyes narrowed, almost lustfully. “Like I said,” she recovered her evil look and looked away, “Trash.” Now it was my time to scowl, but I didn’t feel like arguing so I just scoffed and left her room, heading back down to mine and slamming my door shut. Where the hell does she get off calling my art trash? She was the one who wanted to me to sketch her right? It wasn’t like I asked her to do that, and I definitely didn’t ask her to wear clothes like that. I decided that I didn’t want to think about it after that, cooking dinner and doing some chores before falling asleep and awaiting Friday’s holiday. It started off slow, with nothing happening until Riley shouted that she was going to the mall to meet with her friends. That didn’t concern me in the slightest as I sat at my desk and flipped through my notebook until stopping on the one picture that I was starting to loathe. Izzy’s. I wanted to rip up that paper, burn it, drive fifty miles in any direction and dump the remains somewhere, the only problem was…I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to it, examining every detail of her drawn body with a familiar longing. It was the same kinda longing I felt for Ashley, and that alone angered me even more, but I wasn’t going to destroy my ticket to glance at her body whenever I wanted. The door happened to bust open at that point and I whirled around to see Izzy leaning up against the wall. My jaw hit the ground when I saw her look. Skin tight jeans and a tank-top that made her boobs practically fall out of it, ditching her knee high socks and revealing her silky smooth legs. “What…” I couldn’t find the words to express what I wanted to say, so instead I decided to ask a more logical question. “Do you want?” “Sketch time,” she nodded towards the hallway, “Let’s get this shit over with.” “Are you serious?” “Don’t start that shit again Max,” her voice was trying to sound annoyed but I could tell that something was different. “I’m serious, your not drawing whores anymore, you’re going to draw me from now, now get your ass up and let’s go.” “Um, ok?” Any sane man wouldn’t pass up this opportunity, and I was no difference, standing up and making my way to her room yet again. Just like yesterday she chose the pose, leaning up against the wall and staring off to the side. I felt like she was begging me to ogle at her freely now, and I made sure to take extra time to finish my drawing of her. Damn it she looked sexy and I wasn’t going to deny it, hell she even got me hard just by standing there, and only when I finally calmed down did I stand up and tell her I was done. “Hopeless, just…hopeless,” her words sounded hollower then a cave, and this confused me even more. With an upset growl, I stormed out of the room immediately and proceeded to do the same thing as yesterday, disappearing into my room like a turtle disappears into a shell. It was happening again. The want, the lust, the desire. Everything that led to mine and Ashley’s relationship was practically repeating itself, but there were two big differences this time. First off, I hated Izzy’s guts more then anything right now for insulting my work, and secondly, I wasn’t going to be used again. That night, I tossed and turned, dreaming about Izzy’s body up against mine, but at the same time I could see me giving her a piece of mind and even hitting her. It wasn’t look good for me, and I knew it. But this time there was nothing driving me to kiss her, to feel her, and that’s because every time those thoughts popped up in my head they were replaced with violent outbursts on my part. Saturday started off almost exactly as Friday, and yet again Riley had made plans to leave as déjà vu quickly overcame me. Especially since I was looking at the picture of Izzy once again, lustful thinking one second and unbelievable anger the next. It was torturous to say the least, but I tried my best to keep calm. Needless to say I failed at it. At that moment, who else would’ve shown up then the cause of my problems, Izzy. “Hurry your ass up Max,” she groaned from my doorway, “I got other things I wanna do today.” I hadn’t even turned to look at her, grabbing my notebook and pencil to follow her upstairs. It wasn’t until I was in her room with the door shut did I finally look at her. My notebook and pencil slipped out of my hands at that moment. A short black skirt, no where near her knees, and a strapless tank-top that exposed her belly and top half of her boobs. And her pose made everything worse, leaning back up against her desk and glaring right at me, her legs less then three inches apart but I could tell one thing from it. She wasn’t wearing anything on underneath her skirt. With the help of my notebook, I was able to cover up my boner the entire time I was sketching her, but my lust was starting to get the better of me. When the cursed moment came that I finished my work and she slowly walked over to see it, I died a bit on the inside. “I don’t get what Mr. Edwards sees in you,” she shook her head disappointedly, but I got up and headed for the door again, pissed off and annoyed. How I could ever want this wicked whore was beyond me, and the worst part was that she didn’t stop there. “If your one of his best students then the rest of the school must be drawing stick figure cause your terrible.” “Alright that’s it,” I turned and flung my notebook onto the ground, finally at the breaking point with her insulting my work. With anger now fueling my actions, I marched right up to her and put on the most pissed of look that I could, “Listen up you fuckin gothic trash, I’m done with your little games alright.” “What the fuck are you going on about? This is what you wanted! I’m trying to help you out even though it’s obvious that your fucking terrible,” she glared back at me evilly, “And if you even think about using that language again I’m going-” “Shut the fuck up!” I shouted interrupting her, “This isn’t what I wanted this is what you wanted! You wanted me to stare at your half naked body! You wanted me to sketch you! Stop being stupid bitch and admit it, this is what you wanted, and I’m done with it.” Maybe it was because she never heard me yell before or maybe it was because I was genuinely on the verge of fighting back but she started to back away from me. “Don’t even think of trying to pin this crap on me,” I continued, matching her step for step until her legs hit her bedside. “You’ve been making my life a living hell for as long as I can remember and I’m sick of it. I’m not going to let someone else toy with my emotions anymore so you can take your whole pissed off and forced to do shit act to hell!” I shoved her onto the bed and she collapsed with little resistance, her legs dangling off her queen sized bed as I hopped on top of her. I pinned arms down with all of my strength but she didn’t bother resisting, her eyes wide with fear. My anger now coursing through my body like a drug, I hit her, not anything to serious like she would do but I gave her a nice hard slap across her face that could’ve been heard from downstairs. “This is what you want right?” I was still shouting, my adrenaline flowing like a waterfall. She didn’t answer so I hit her again. She winced in pain, looking up at me with vulnerable stares as the weirdest urge flew into my mind, and without warning, I bent down and forced a kiss. It was fierce, and angry, and all around lustful for both of us, and once I needed a break I pulled away and saw how she tried to chase my mouth. I slapped her again, “You’re not in charge anymore Isabella! Do you understand?” For some reason I used her full name, but it felt a little sexier to me as she nodded softly. “Say that you understand!” I demanded, hitting her again. “I understand,” her voice lost all the anger she was feigning earlier. “Tell me that this is what you want!” I ordered, squeezing her boob again as she let out a moan of pain and ecstasy. “I want to hear you say it! Or else I’m walking out that fucking door now!” “This is what I want,” she squeaked out. “Louder!” “This is what I want,” still she squeaked so I hit her again and stole a quick kiss. “Louder or I’m leaving!” “This is what I want! I want you to do this to me!” she screamed and I smirked my enjoyment, leaning down and giving her another deep kiss as my hands groped her boobs. She moaned inside my mouth while my tongue continued to invade inside of her. I pulled back again and looked at her, those memories of her persistent scowling face didn’t prepare me for her newfound innocent one. It was like she was giving me permission to do whatever I wanted with her, and as we both panted looking at one another, I knew that this is what I wanted more then anything. A chance to have her, and abuse her. My anger and lust was now combined and running freely through my mind as I pulled down her top to expose her giant boobs, sucking on the right one immediately while my hand grabbed onto her left nipple, twisting and pulling on it. “Oh fuck,” she softly groaned as her hand rested on top of my head. I continued this little torture pattern and soon I heard her whisper “More. I want more.” I stopped sucking and looked up at her, slapping her boob causing her back to arch immediately, “You don’t get a say in this Isabella. I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you, understand?” “Yes sir.” “My name isn’t sir,” I slapped her quickly. “Yes Max,” she corrected immediately and I rewarded her with a quick kiss. I needed her to realize that I wasn’t just another guy, I was her brother, and I was getting my revenge at long last. With her total submission now guaranteed, I slapped her boobs again just because I knew I’d love her reaction. The pain expressed on her face and the quick spasm from her back made me grin, but now I wanted to have a little more fun. “Take off your skirt,” I ordered getting off her and she hurriedly did as was instructed and laid back down as my finger started running down up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy every time. Finally it brushed over her clit and damn did her hips buck up in the air. Knowing that, I teased her some more, rubbing it softly with one hand just to make her do the same, but every time she did I squeezed down hard on one of her boobs so she had a mix of pain and pleasure. With a light slap to her pussy lips, she was sent over the edge in a hurry, moaning out loud and clutching onto her bed sheets violently as if she was about to be thrown off her bed. The look on her face told me exactly what was happening, and that just made things all the better for me. “Are you going to cum Isabella?” I whispered softly to her and she shook her head rapidly as I slapped her pussy again, “Did I say you could cum?” “P-p-please Max,” her breaths were short and sexy as she started squirming. “Please what Isabella?” my hand moved down her thigh slowly teasing her all the more. “Please let me cum Max! Please! I need to cum.” “Not yet,” I smiled wickedly while she glanced at me worriedly. I got off the bed and got on my knees bringing my face up to her sweet smelling, completely shaven, and soaking wet pussy. Leaning in closer, my warm breath splashing up against it and causing her to moan even more. “Can I cum now?” she pleaded but I just shook my head with a smile. “Wait a little bit longer,” I cooed as I stuck up my tongue and brushed up against her pussy. It tasted fantastic, and the reaction I got from her was perfect as her whole body started quivering. After a few more licks she started whimpering and I thought she suffered enough, “Now you can cum.” I moved in closer, bringing my whole face up to her pussy as my tongue ran up and down in wild exploration. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as her whole body froze for a second, her pussy juice flowing out as my tongue licked her clean, before she finally relaxed with dangerously heavy breathing. I wiped my mouth after I was done, crawling onto the bed and resting on top of her as we engulfed one another in a passionate kiss. But I wasn’t done yet, and I had finally thought of the perfect thing to get revenge. I sat up, and got off her, “Get on your hands and knees.” She nodded weakly, sitting up herself before I slapped her face again, “I don’t have all day Isabella, move your fucking ass already!” There was a quick spring in her movements after that as I undid my belt and dropped my pants to reveal my rock hard dick. I saw her looking back at me, biting her bottom lip with her eyes screaming at me to fuck her. With my hands slowly running up and down her back before I smacked her ass hard. Her face was something that I didn’t really want to bruise, but her ass was fair game because no one would see it. So I smacked it harder and harder each time, and each time she moaned louder and louder until I saw a giant red mark on her right cheek. Finally, I positioned myself behind her, rubbing her ass cheeks softly as she groaned in relief. Her nice and soothing moaning was going to stop very soon now as I pushed her ass a little lower giving me the perfect angle to do what I needed to do. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as my dick plunged straight into her ass. It was the perfect revenge in my eyes, fucking a whole that she probably never even experimented with, and although I wanted to make her scream over and over again, I knew that it could seriously hurt her if I wasn’t careful. That didn’t stop me from getting half of my dick inside of her though. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she continued to shout as I carefully went in and out of her tight ass. It felt so warm, and it was tightening around my dick with every thrust making it feel even better. She didn’t fight it either, in fact it was like she was trying to take a little more each time as her harsh moans continued. Cold sweat was running down my forehead, my dick continuing to tear apart her ass as I finally felt the urge to cum. “I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped out quickly, “Please can I cum Max?” She looked back at me, almost on the brink of tears by the look of it and with a quick nod she smiled weakly. “Ooooooooh god! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hearing her screams, I busted my load straight into her ass with a loud grunt as her body twitched and her ass tightened quickly. Her arms suddenly gave out as she face planted onto the bed, her ass still high in the air as I finally took my dick out. We were both breathing like we ran a marathon, but I knew just by the look on her face that she enjoyed every second of the pain. I grabbed onto her shoulder and flipped her over until she was lying on her back, her body exposed save for the tank-top still lying below her boobs. Our eyes met and I crawled up and bent down to give her an aggressive kiss that she happily accepted. After I pulled away I gave her a quick slap across the face and got off the bed, pulling up my pants and leaning down to grab my notebook. With the most recent picture of her still on display, I ripped it out and walked back over to the bed, shoving the paper into her face. “My art isn’t shit,” I hissed, “You’re beautiful and my art just proves it.” I didn’t say anything after that, walking out the door and heading down the stairs only to stop at the bottom and look back up towards Izzy’s door. What the fuck did I just do? --- Authors note. Yes i apologize for the long wait there was some...unexpected hospital visits xD. I really am sorry and i hope that this will make you guys hate me less haha. I got a few comments about what to do with Izzy so i decided to go down that path, so thank you for the idea :) Hopefully ill get the next part out soon but Real Life is a bitch >.< lol I hope you guys Enjoy. P.S. at the time of this story part 1 has 95% approval...... ZOMFG I <3 YOU ALL THX
Title: 3 Evil Sisters-Part 3 Tags: Fiction, Incest, Male / Older Female, Teen Male/Teen Female Introduction: If you like it, dont like it, just feel like commenting or anything in between, feel free. Feedback is always nice. Plox-n-Thank you :D Content: The house was quiet for the rest of the day. I didn’t even get yelled at to make dinner, leaving me to wallow away in my bed, reliving the afternoon escapades. Lying there as the Saturday moon rose to the sky, I still couldn’t believe what I did. I fucked Izzy. My oldest sister just let me do whatever I wanted to her and she enjoyed it, hell she came twice. The only problem was that she played me like a used video game. That’s why I felt so shitty. I fell for her little ploy, hook line and sinker and that made me all the more mad. So here I was, Sunday around noon, still lying in bed with barely an hour or two of sleep under my belt, and still confused as fuck as to what I was going to do next. The door to my room slowly swung open and I lifted my head up just enough to see Izzy leaning against the doorway. “No,” I rested my head back down on my pillow and went on, “I’m not going to do that again no matter what you say. It was a one time thing that never should’ve happened in the first place.” “Why not?” Her tone caught me off guard. It wasn’t sad, mad, or even curious. It was calming, almost like she knew something that I didn’t. Turns out, she did know something that I didn’t. “Is it because Ashley used you for sex?” I shot up from my bed immediately, “How did you kno-” “Because,” she interrupted, pointing straight up, “My room is directly above yours Max. I’ve known since the first night you two started fucking, and a little tip for the future, Ashley needs to tone down her shouting if she wants to have a secret sex session with you.” Her sigh was riddled with sadness for some reason, “I thought about stopping you guys but over the last two weeks Ashley was probably the happiest person on earth, and I realized that it was probably because of you. Of course a part of me was disgusted by the thought of you two fucking and another part wanted me to whoop your ass for having sex with her when she had a boyfriend, but the dinner Thursday night made me realize something. You didn’t know she had a boyfriend did you Max?” All I could was shake my head as she walked over to the bed and climbed into it, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me closer, inviting me to use her body as a pillow and I wasn’t in any position to resist. “Well once I figured that out I can honestly say that that was one of the few times that I ever wanted to hit Ashley. I even lied about taking a shower because I knew that she’d go straight for your room once I said that,” she was rubbing my head as I closed my eyes. I didn’t get much sleep last night, but right now words couldn’t explain how comfy I was feeling resting up against Izzy’s body. “I was sitting in my room waiting for her to moan your name so I could rush down and burst into the room to give you both a piece of my mind, but imagine my surprise when I heard you tell her off. What did you say to her again? You’re an abusive piece of shit that’s been using me for the last two weeks?” I nodded again and she laughed. “I think that’s the first time you actually shouted at one of us, and damn did you go off like a firework. When it was over I even went to check on her and she was bawling like baby, curled up in the corner and giving me some bullshit excuse that her cramps were bad,” she rolled her eyes and looked at me, “We’re all on the pill by the way so our periods are never that bad, trust me.” My eyes widened for a moment. That didn’t even cross my mind over the last three weeks and know that I thought about it, it probably never would've either. But now that I know that I wasn't going to be a father I sighed in relief before realizing something else. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I lifted my head up from her boob and stared at her funnily, “Why were you cheering for me in all of this?” “Because when I was a freshman in high school I went through the same thing that you did, only mine was worse.” “Worse?” “Much worse.” “How?” “I met a boy named Caleb. He was a senior, nice guy, had a piece of shit car but at the time I thought it was awesome to even own a car. Real smooth too, always knew what to say and when to say it, one of those kinds of guys’ y’know? I fell for him hard and within a week of us dating, he took my virginity and proceeded to fuck me almost everyday for the next eight months,” she tried to laugh but I could tell that it was an act to lighten the mood. “Guess all that sex and fake love blinded me because I didn’t see how obvious it was that he was using me. Turns out he had a girlfriend for the last two years and he just wanted to try out a different pussy, but the day I found out I beat his ass so bad that he had to go the hospital.” “So is that when you started treating every guy like crap?” She nodded softly, “Max…I know that I’ve made your life hell for as long as you can remember, and I’m sorry that it took something like this to happen for me to finally level with you. I don’t expect you to forgive, or even speak to me after this, but I finally felt like you deserved an explanation. There’s probably nothing that I can say or do to get you to forgive me either but-” I put my hand over her mouth and she shut up instantly as I closed my eyes and rested back down on her boobs. “Max?” “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” I explained lazily, “I just need a nap. You mind staying here until I wake up?” “I think I can do that,” she rubbed my back softly, her warm hand soothing me closer to sleep every second. Can I really forgive her? Should I even forgive her? She said sorry after all, but one sorry isn’t going to change everything she’s done to me. Then again…after two weeks of being used I was so mad that I nearly hit Ashley, I can only imagine what it would be like if it lasted eight months. Guess Izzy’s response to being used isn’t too different from my own. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I forgive her or agree with her method for that matter, but at least I have a better understanding about why she did it. Still, I can’t forgive her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to move on. After all if I resented her forever then that’d make me no better then her, and as long as she’s willing to change I guess maybe I could cut her some slack. With my mind only partially made up, Izzy’s warm hand rubbing my back, and my head resting softly against her boobs, I was finally able to get some well needed rest. When I woke up, I was admittedly surprised to see Izzy passed out as well. I thought about getting up but I knew she deserved to hear my thoughts, plus she was nice enough to let me use her body as a pillow so that was partially influencing my actions. “Izzy,” I whispered, shaking her shoulders softly. She stirred for a bit before opening her eyes and letting out a loud yawn, looking hazily into my eyes. “Had a nice nap?” “I could ask you the same thing,” she smiled as we both sat up. I scooted up and leaned against the headboard with her while we sat in silence for awhile. “Look,” I began, trying to think of the right thing to say. “What happened to you was pretty messed up I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that you had to take it out on me.” “I understand,” she dishearteningly mumbled, “Guess it's kind of hard to ask for forgiveness after all these years huh?” “I never said I wouldn’t forgive you Izzy, I'm just saying that what happened to you doesn't excuse your actions. If you really want me to forgive you, then there’s going to be some changes.” “Like what?” “Well the biggest issue is that I’m tired of you treating me like an in-house servant that lives down stairs. I want you to talk to me like family, which means no pointless yelling and definitely no more hitting. I’ve been beaten more times then a professional boxers punching bag for fucks sake I think I deserve a permanent vacation. And none of this two-faced crap either, I want to be treated nice all the time unless you have a good reason to do otherwise, and Riley and Ashley are not good reasons either.” “I understand Max, don't worry I didn’t plan on doing that.” “Good,” I sighed. “Anything else?” “Um,” scratching my head, I tried to think if there was anything else. “Anything at all?” she asked again, hinting at something that I obviously missed. I wasn’t in a mood to guess so I just looked her straight in the eye, “Just tell me.” “Well,” she bit her bottom lip and looked away, “What about the sex?” If I said I was predicting that, I’d be a liar. That one was straight out of left field and I fumbled around with my words a bit, “Well uh…what do you want?” “I’m not saying that I want it everyday,” her hand was playing with her hair before she finally looked at me again. “But I wouldn’t mind if we did it every once in awhile.” My first reaction was to say hell yes and agree, but there was a wicked idea forming in my head right now and I wanted to see where it led, “I don’t know Izzy.” “Well what if you got to pick whenever we did it?” “Hmmm,” I was biding my time now, “So we could just do it whenever I wanted?” “As long as it’s not in front of Riley or Ashley.” Again, I sat there rubbing my chin, acting like I was thinking to try and see how much I could get out of her. It was a little cruel but I wanted to see what she was willing to give me before accepting it. After a minute, my stalling paid off yet again. “You could be as rough as you want with me just like the first time,” she shrugged playfully. “Really?” I feigned shock but it didn’t take an idiot to figure out that Izzy enjoyed the pain, but I still had to keep the part going. “As rough as I want?” “That’s right, but next time you want fuck my asshole please let me get lube first.” “I guess I got caught up in the moment my bad,” with a goofy smile she giggled and wrapped her arm around me. “C’mon, what else do you want from me? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do either Max,” she smirked, “Stalling to see what you can extort out of your own big sister.” “How did you know that?” “Please,” she scoffed, “I pull that move on Ashley and Riley whenever they ask me for a favor. I practically invented the stall, now let’s hear it.” “I want to get her back,” I mumbled softly. “Revenge on Ashley huh?” her nod told me that she already knew that was coming, “Do you have something in mind already?” “Nothing yet, but give me some time and I’ll figure something out.” “Well I’ll do whatever you need me to.” “Thanks,” I smiled and so did she. With a quick stretch she got to her and headed for the door, “C’mon, its movie night.” “Isn't that one of your girl things?” “As of two minutes ago it’s now a family thing, plus Riley’s at some party again and Ashley won’t be back till tomorrow. I don’t have anyone to watch them with.” “So I’m the replacement huh?” I joked rolling out of bed. “Oh shut up,” she laughed and took a step towards the door. “Izzy,” she stopped and turned to look at me. “Why did you decide to do all of this now?” She didn’t answer right away, standing in the doorway for some time compiling her thoughts until she shrugged slightly, “Guess I finally realized that taking my anger out on you rather then Caleb wasn't fair.” That was about the answer I expected, and with a small shrug, we headed into the living room. The rest of the evening we watched one movie after another. From good comedies to terrible romances and even a kid’s movie, all the while Izzy and I sat huddled up against one another. It felt nice, being embraced like this, and it was definitely a feeling that I could get used to. Growing up I never had a mother or father to cuddle up against. I never experienced what it was like to feel someone’s touch unless it was Izzy’s fist crashing into my body parts and now that we were resting up against one another in this weird family-loving way, I felt happy. I kinda missed out on this experience, which is why I think I loved it all the more now, and Izzy must’ve realized this after awhile because she started holding me tighter. It’s amazing how two days ago we were at each other’s throat, and after a rough sex scene and a heart-to-heart chat, everything’s fine. Should I have forgiven her this easily? Probably not, but I already decided that that was what I was going to do, so I didn’t have a choice now. Eventually we ran out of movies and hugged before parting ways to go to bed. With my head now resting on my pillow, I already began to miss Izzy’s touch, which is crazy considering that today was the first day I even experienced it. Was it childish? Hell yes, but I guess it’s kind of like sex, once you experience it for the first time you’re dying to do it more. Monday unfortunately brought school so I went about my normal routine, preparing my things and slipping on my shoes to leave so I’d avoid my morning dose of Riley’s bullshit. “Max,” Izzy called out as I walked out the front door. “Yeah Izzy?” I walked back through the door as she came yawning down the stairs. She wore sweatpants and a tank-top, in all black of course, her hair slightly out of whack but still managing to hide her right eye somehow. My jaw was on the floor as I didn’t bother to hide the fact that my eyes were glued to her sexy morning look. “C’mon,” she yawned again and grabbed her keys, “I’ll give you a ride to school today.” “Um,” I couldn’t help but stammer and look around, “Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” Well I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I hopped into the car as she drove me to school. The radio was playing some rock music that I could totally tell was Izzy’s kind of music, and had I been into that kind of music I probably would’ve turned it up but something about screaming into a microphone didn’t appeal to me. She parked about a block away which aroused my suspicion, but I thought I was just paranoid and opened the door to leave. “Excuse me,” Izzy said causing me to turn around, “These rides aren’t free y’know.” “What?” I almost dropped my backpack I was so shocked, “You want me to pay you?” “No,” she waved me back into the car with a finger and I had a good idea what she wanted. I climbed back inside and leaned in for a long, succulent kiss that I enjoyed like hot chocolate on a cold day. I enjoyed it so much that I kept kissing her, and she didn’t argue as we broke out into a make-out session, fighting with our tongues inside each others mouths. We were almost fighting for control over each other now, her hand cupped my face gently while my arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer. The longer we went on the hotter it was getting, and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I slammed the door shut and pulled away. “Take us home,” I ordered. She giggled, obviously not taking me seriously, “Max, we’re already here don’t you think it-” “Drive the fucking car Izzy!” my calm tone was gone now as I made my demand clear to here. Without another word she nodded and put the car in drive, racing back home at dangerous speeds. We flew out of the car and I grabbed onto her wrist and drug her into the house, almost kicking down the door as we did a quick glance around. “Riley are you home?” Izzy shouted. After ten seconds of silence, we were in the clear. I rushed her into the kitchen and practically slammed her up against the fridge, pressing my body onto hers as we kissed some more. The moment I stopped kissing her we were already stripped naked as I sucked her nipples her slight moaning driving my actions more and more. She started to run her hands through my hair, her soft touch driving me crazier by the minute as I grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her to the dinner table. I bent her over it, my right hand pressing down onto the back of her head while my left hand smacked her ass once before I went in. This was the first time I ever fucked someone in this position and the control it gave me made the feeling all the more sensational. Her sopping wet pussy made my thrusts all the easier as I rammed her as hard as I could, my balls slapping up against her clit each time. Her moans were muffled and she was panting like her life depended on it, probably because my hand was still pressed firmly down on her head. After realizing that I let go of her and put on a wide smile as she immediately screamed. “Fuuuuuuck!” Finally in control of her head, she looked back at me with a small smirk across her face, and I knew that I needed to wipe that off of her face. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, lightly tugging on it like reins to a horse and the response was amazing. “Fuck yes Max! Treat me like a fucking animal!” She asked for it so I started pulling a little harder all the while trying to ram my dick as far down her pussy as possible, “M-Max, I need to cum! Please let me cum.” “You haven't earned it yet,” I smiled as she playfully scowled, “Better think quick.” “Please! I'll give you anything just let me cum!” A quick yank of her hair almost sent of her over the edge as I felt her entire body shake. “P-please!” I nodded, already thinking of what I was going to do with her offer when her pussy tightened and almost made me cum as well. With a loud gasp of breath and her body seemingly losing all feeling, I knew that her orgasm was over and since I was close to cumming as well, I pulled out and grabbed onto her arm. I dragged her off the table and onto the ground carefully as she laid there breathing heavily and awaiting to find out why I was doing this. After pulling on my dick a few times, I stood over her and shot my load all over her exposed body, covering her stomach and boobs in my cum until there was nothing left. I leaned up against the counter and tried to stay on my feet. Maybe it was just a weird fantasy of mine but I always wanted to cum all over someone, and since Izzy was kind enough to offer me that opportunity, I took it. Looking down at her sweat and cum stained body I couldn't help but smile. It may be a weird fantasy but seeing her lie there after a good fucking made me a happy guy, so in my opinion I made the right choice. It took a little longer then I thought but eventually I helped Izzy up and she cleaned off her body, giggling the entire time as I watched her wipe off the cum and sweat. We walked into the living room once she was done and she let me use her leg as a pillow as I sprawled out on the couch and rolled over to close my eyes and rest. Truth was that I wasn't getting very much sleep for some reason, but whenever I was pressed up against Izzy now I felt like I was resting on a cloud. She hummed softly while flicking through the channels, and there was a sense of peace and quiet that ran throughout the house that felt great. But there was one major problem that didn’t even cross my mind. Ashley was supposed to come home today. Of course by the time I realized it, the front door was jingling as someone was trying to undo the lock. I sat up immediately, wide eyed and scared shitless. Izzy and I were completely naked on the couch in the middle of the day, and I had no reasonable explanation to this other then the truth. When I looked at Izzy however to see if she was reacting accordingly, she brought a finger up to her mouth and gently pressed me back down. I didn’t know what she had planned but since I hadn't come up with anything, I laid back down and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep as the front door flew open. “Izzy! I'm home,” Ashley shouted. “Living room,” Izzy called back. The door slammed shut as Ashley made her way into the living. “What the fuck!?” she shouted, which in hindsight was probably a very appropriate response. “Sh! Max is sleeping,” Izzy replied calmly. “What the hell's going on?” Ashley asked in a hushed tone. “Well since you were done using and abusing our little brother for sex, I figured that it was time for me to step in.” There was a long silence before Izzy continued. “Don't act all surprised Ashley, I sleep in the room above his so I could hear you every night. I especially liked the last night too, it made my day knowing that Max finally gave you what was coming. Your lucky too, because if he didn’t do it then I sure as hell would've.” she laughed, “I guess I should thank you though.” “Th-thank me? For what?” “Well if it wasn't for you being a complete bitch, I would've never realized how stupid I was acting. I told him everything and to my surprise, he actually decided to give me a chance to make up for all the things I've done to him. What a nice guy huh?” “That doesn't explain why you're both naked!” “Isn't it obvious? We just had sex.” “You bribed Max with sex!?” “Please,” Izzy shot back, “I'm not that much of a whore.” “Then what the hell happened?” “Well after you left him in a pissy mood, I was able to egg him on until he finally snapped and fucked the shit out of me. You should've seen him Ashley, he treated me like a piece of meat and I loved every second of it. My ass still hurts from what he did to me.” She sounded almost proud of that fact but I could tell that Ashley was still in shock just by the tone of her voice, “You really had sex with him?” “Bent me over the kitchen table and yanked on my hair until I cummed. Then he tossed me onto the ground and blew his loud all over my body. It was amazing!” “Y-you actually did that?” “Yep,” she giggled again before sighing, “But I’m getting a little distracted from my original message.” “Huh?” “Let me make this as clear as I can Ashley,” Izzy's harsh tone appeared out of no where, “Stay the fuck away from Max.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Max is mine now. You had your chance, and you decided to be a deceitful little cunt and blow it. I don't want you to talk to him, look at him, or even be near him unless you're eating dinner got that? What you did to him was fucked up and even thinking about it makes me angry.” “He's not some piece of meat Izzy how-” “You're goddamned right he isn't!” Izzy was fuming now, “He's my little brother and I'm going to protect him like a lion protects her cub. Got that?” “Since when are you the perfect older sister huh? You were the one who started treating him like shit in the first place.” “That's right I was but it also means that I should be the first person to make up with him.” “What kind of logic is that?” “The same kind of logic that made you use him for sex when you already had a boyfriend! You know how I feel about shit like that and you still had the balls to do it inside our own house no less. So believe me when I say that if if you do anything to Max again, I’m going to kick your ass all the way back to your boyfriends house, got it?” Again, silence filled the room. It wasn't until I heard Ashley's footsteps as they headed out the door and up the stairs that I finally sat up and looked at Izzy. She was humming cheerfully with her eyes glued to the TV, seemingly unaffected by what just happened. “How was that?” she asked. “Huh?” I replied. “Messed with her head pretty good don't 'cha think?” “That was all an act?” “Mostly, yeah.” I shot her a wicked smile, “Oh you're good.” “Thanks,” she bent down and kissed me. That kiss led to another, then another, and soon, I had both hands groping her boobs while we made-out. “Getting a little excited huh?” “Just a bit,” I mumbled in between kisses. Our lips suddenly separated as her mouth moved down my body slowly, tenderly kissing each part while she slowly pushed me so I was laying on my back. Before I knew what was happening, she had her mouth around half of my dick and was making long, thorough strokes up and down. “Shit that feels good,” the words slipped out of my mouth as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soft sucking sound coming from Izzy while she continued her rhythm perfectly. Maybe it was because I was greedy, but I wanted more, and I knew just how I was going to get it. I placed my hands over her head and pressed down as my dick nearly disappeared inside her mouth. She gagged shortly after and I lifted up my hands immediately, “S-sorry Izzy. Got a little carried away.” She popped my dick out of her mouth and winked, “Don't worry about me Max.” With that, she stuck her tongue out and started at the base of my dick, licking her way to the tip like a lollipop and making me quiver in pleasure before sticking it back into her mouth. I was close to cumming now, and with my hand now back on top of her forcing more of my dick into her mouth little by little, I finally couldn't hold it in any longer. “I'm cumming Izzy,” my voice was all but gone, and I shoved her head as far as I could as the sound of her gagging on my dick was the final straw. I unloaded into her throat, forcing her to take it all whether she wanted to or not, and only when I was finally done did I let go of her head. She lifted up her head with a small smile, wiping her lips before leaning back down to clean off my dick. Once she was satisfied, she brushed her hair out of her face and grabbed onto my arm, pulling me up and into her arms. “You liked gagging me didn’t you?” “It felt amazing,” I admitted nuzzling up with her. “I'll have to remember that then,” she smiled and kissed my forehead, “Come on, we better get dressed.” We spent the rest of the day being lazy in the living room, talking about random things that came to mind and just enjoying each others company. It was a little weird at first, having a normal (almost cheerful) conversation with Izzy of all people, but it was the kind of weird that I could get used too. Time just flew by after that, and soon Izzy asked me if I’d make dinner. Seeing as how she asked instead of ordered, I was more then happy to get up and start cooking. She even helped out a bit, although it was clear that she was fairly clumsy when it came to cooking, which only further illustrated my point that if I left, the girls would burn down the house trying to cook. Once the table was set Riley came home at that exact moment and I couldn't help but think about how perfect that timing was. With Riley now at the table and Izzy sitting beside me with her food, all that was left was Ashley, but there was no sign of her. Izzy yelled for her to come downstairs now and eventually I heard her footsteps as she marched down the stairs. She looked like she'd just been hit by a tornado as she drudged into the kitchen to gather her food. Her smooth hair was completely frizzled and out of whack, her usual tight clothes where now baggy and less appealing, and I caught the redness around her eyes signaling that she was probably crying. “Ashley are you alright?” I asked responsively. “Fine,” her defeated voice said otherwise. “Yeah Ashley,” Izzy tilted her head in fake curiosity, “You don't look to hot? Did something happen?” I wasn't trying to be an ass, it was an honest reaction to how she looked. It wasn't until Izzy said something that I realized why she was so upset. Our little secret and more importantly her little scandal had been brought to light, and now if she did anything to upset me Izzy would kick her ass. I guess I’d be a little upset too if something like that happened to me. Then again I was slightly torn thinking about this, and ss our dinner silently progressed, my eyes kept glancing towards Ashley, and it wasn't in the menacing fashion that I should be looking at her with, it was more...sympathetic. Why the fuck was I feeling sorry for her? Who am I kidding? I knew why. I still wanted her, sexually and romantically, but I couldn't go back now, Izzy would go off like a rocket on me for even considering it. But I just couldn't sit here knowing that Ashley was miserable all because of me. But doesn't she deserve it after what she did? Fuck! This is so confusing why can't my life ever be simple? I'll even settle for a strange life rather then whatever the hell you'd call my sorry excuse for a life. With my hands buried in my face now, the clanking of knives and forks hitting the plates filled the air, all the while I sat there and waged a mental war about how I was supposed to handle this situation. In the end, it took a pat on the back from Izzy to snap me out of it. After feeding her a bullshit lie that I wasn't feeling well, I returned to my room and sat there for what felt like an eternity. The clock told a different story though, and after I checked it I realized that I had only be lying down for three hours. Three hours I’d never get back because I was stuck thinking about this problem. The house had all but died with every light on the first floor shut off and only the hallway light upstairs provided me with light as I maneuvered into the kitchen and grabbed a snack. When I returned back to my room, I repeated the same process of lying awake in a pathetic excuse for an attempt at sleep. Things got interesting however when the door opened up to my room. I was half expecting to see Ashley but was surprised when Izzy quickly shut the door and scrambled into bed next to me. “What are you-” “Sh,” she ordered, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me into her, “I know you've been having some problems sleeping so I thought I’d sleep with you tonight.” I didn’t argue, resting my head against her body and returning to that warm, comfy state I was beginning to feel whenever I was pressed against her. She was right because only minutes later was I passed out lying intertwined with her. When I woke up the next day, Izzy was humming softly, and after lifting my head up lazily she smiled. “How'd you sleep?” “Surprisingly well,” I admitted, “and you?” “I'm started to get used to having someone pressed up against me again,” she laughed softly before rubbing my shoulder. “So are you actually going to go to school today?” “Hopefully yeah.” “Lame,” she joked. “Tell me about it,” I tried to roll around and get out but she didn’t let go. “These little cat naps resting up against me aren't free y'know?” I leaned forward and kissed her, making sure to restrain myself this time only to be met with an odd discovery. She scowled at me when I pulled away, not playfully either, more like the bitch version of her that I was used to and I caught it immediately. The right thing to do would be to call her out on it and find out what's wrong, but something told me that I should just keep quiet and go on with the day. Her scowl was quickly replaced when I got up with a more comforting look and once again I could tell that she was forcing that look just to humor me. At least that's what I thought. Maybe I was imagining things but I blocked these new found discoveries out of my mind and proceeded to get ready for school. Izzy was waiting with the car and just like yesterday she let me out a block away, hidden from other people's eyes. Again I made the mistake of thinking that she was just giving me a ride, but again I was wrong when she cleared her throat as I opened the door to leave. “C'mon Max give me something for my troubles at least, I’m driving you to school when I could be sleeping after all.” To humor her more then anything, I leaned in and kissed her, but this time she grabbed onto the back of my head and forced a long kiss between us that made me gasp for breath when I was free. Her eyes were hungry now, and they were staring right at me too, screaming out that she wanted sex right now but I couldn't miss school for sex again. At least not this week. So as casually as I could, I waved and shut the door on her hungry eyes. I had to fight to keep myself from looking back at her because I was afraid to find what look I’d be met with now. With school being the least of my worries, it flew by and soon enough I sat down in Mr. Edwards class after school finally ready to start sketching again. “I'm surprised you even remembered Max,” Edwards joked taking a seat next to me, “You've been MIA the last two times Gene almost thought about giving up on you.” “Did not!” Gene shot back. “Then why are you getting so defensive? Besides model's don't talk so shush,” I chimed in playfully as she rolled her eyes. “So now you bring out the claws huh?” Edwards clapped his hands, “Shame you do that to the only person willing to help you rather then Izzy.” “What are you talking about?” “C'mon Max, I could feel the tension from you two a mile away. You think I was that gullible?” “Would you be mad if I said yes?” “Appalled actually.” “I'm sure you'll get over it,” we shared in a chuckle. “Would one of you mind explaining what's going on?” “Max here doesn't see eye to eye with one of his older sisters.” “I think things are working out now,” I corrected, “But yeah I’m not on the best terms with any of my sisters.” “I didn’t even know you had family Max.” “Three older sisters and a mom, dad died before I could get a good look at him. And didn’t I just say that models don't talk?” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” The conversation was dropped right there allowing me to finish my eye of sketching before heading back home. When I got home however, I was a little shocked to see Izzy standing only a few feet in front of the door, tapping her food like an ill-tempered customer waiting for their turn in line. “Where were you?” she hissed in an all-to-familiar tone. “I stayed after school to sketch Gene,” I answered. “Didn't I tell you that you're not going to be sketching that whore anymore?” “She's not a whore Izzy, and I thought you were just using that an excuse.” “I was dead serious. You're not sketching that girl anymore got it?” “Izzy what the heck's gotten into you? Why are you so mad all of a sudden?” “Does it look like I’m mad?” she put her hands on her hips. Yes...yes it does look like your mad, but then again I wasn't dumb enough to say it. “So you really don't want me sketching Gene because you think she's a whore?” “That's right.” “Don't you think that's a little messed up? You haven't met her.” “I don't need to meet her Max, this discussion is over and I expect you to come straight home from school from now on.” “This isn't fair.” “Life isn't fair Max, you should know that by now.” What. The. Fuck! Everything was slowly changing back now. The signs were all there but I couldn't figure out why. Why was Izzy slowly becoming a bitch again after only four days? Was there something I was missing? I know the thing with Gene made her mad but there were other signs in the morning that were all started to click together. I didn’t bother dignifying her sudden mood swing with a response, shaking my head slowly as I retreated to my room and shut the door. Before I could even sit down however, the door flew open and Izzy stood there with an almost annoyed look on her face. “Look Max,” she sighed and started talking through gritted teeth. “You're in a vulnerable state right now-” Frankly I knew that after hearing that statement, she was just spouting total bullshit now. I wasn't in a vulnerable state, if anything I was having a conflict of moralities or some bullshit like that but I definitely wasn't vulnerable. “-and I don't want some older girl to come and take advantage of you alright? Gene may not be a bad girl but I just think that you shouldn't see her until you've recovered from what Ashley did too you. So yes, I’m a little worried and I’m sorry if I angered you when I said that, I just want you to know that I’m worried about you.” “Thanks Izzy,” I smiled as warmly as I could and she did the same. “Do you mind making dinner in another hour?” “Sure, I’ll take care of it.” “Thanks Max,” she waved her goodbye and shut my door. That conversation gave me a lot to think about, but instead of worrying, I sat down and did some homework before the time came for me to cook dinner. My mind was a little busy going over what Izzy said but I kept myself busy with housework. Eventually midnight rolled around and I was lying wide awake in my pitch blacked room. I closed the shutters in my room so the light from the moon and streetlight right outside so my only source of vision was now gone. I probably should've opened them but I knew that Izzy was probably going to come back into my room and sleep with me again My door slowly crept open in an almost horror movie-like fashion and with a quick shut of the door a figure darted into the bed and on top of me. “What th-” someone's hand was slapped over my mouth as I reached over and turned on my lamp. Ashley's face burst into view as I slapped her hand away, “What are you doing?” “I came to see you silly,” she smiled while keeping me pinned, “There was something that I needed to tell you.” “You couldn't have done it during the day when I got home?” “No cause then Izzy would try to kick my ass,” she rolled her eyes, “Look I’m sorry for using you ok? I guess I kind of liked having two guys that I could have sex with whenever I wanted to. I mean I fucked him, got a nice dinner, and usually a movie and then when I got home I had another good fucking waiting for me and it was just amaz-” “You realize that your not helping your case any right?” I interrupted. “Right sorry,” she sighed and dropped her smile. I could tell that she was trying to think of the words to explain what she was thinking, and while she did that my eyes were glued to her half naked body. Her golden body was glowing off the lamp light and I was a little shocked to see her wearing matching black bra and panties. When she started again I finally snapped out of my trance and paid attention, “I'm sorry if I hurt you Max. Guess I really haven't been the best sister in the world huh?” That was an understatement. “But I think you'll be happy to know that I broke up with him.” “You did what!?” “You heard me. I broke up with Tyler just for you.” “B-but why?” “I thought about the first time we had sex and that feeling I had,” she slowly bit down on her bottom lip, “I thought it was the sex but now I know that it was just relying on you to comfort me. Guess that's why it never felt the same after that first night for me.” I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she just broke up with her boyfriend for me. This was definitely getting out of hand now, but a small part of me was kind of happy that she chose me over her boyfriend. Then again it's not like I get a prize for being the guy she'd rather be with...or do I? “So I take it you want sex then?” I asked cautiously. Her answer would've knocked me on my ass if I was standing. “Only if you want it Max.” Awesome! This is exactly what I needed...more headaches regarding how I felt about Ashley. But it was finally my choice whether or not I wanted her, and I think that alone made my decision all the easier. I grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her in closer as we started making out lustfully. Her ass was hanging high up the air for the everyone to see as we continued to kiss until I felt like I was ready for more. Pulling away, I started to take off my shirt and shorts while she easily slipped out of her underwear and we resumed our kissing but this time it was more wild, like we were both expecting something incredible to happen. My hands were planted firmly on her ass that I missed so much as I rolled her over to where I was on top of her. “Try not to be too loud,” I teased leaning down to kiss her. She smirked and I saw her eyes move down to her pussy, waiting patiently as I slowly slid it inside her. Her eyes shut immediately and she let out a loud gasp before shivering and placing her hands on my back to press our bodies closer together. I could feel her warm body up against me as she buried her lips into my neck, kissing and sucking softly on it in an attempt to no doubt keep quiet. I tried to keep my thrusts slow and under control to stop her from being to loud and it seemed to help as she moaned deeply into my neck. “Fuck I've missed this feeling,” she whispered, “Harder Max, I know you can go harder.” “Promise not to be to loud,” I grunted forcing my dick further inside her pussy just to give her a little taste. “I promise,” her warm breath splashed up against me, “Now fuck me like you mean it.” I was taking a risk in doing this, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to go in further. With a quick thrust, I jammed the rest of my dick inside her and her hands dug into my back violently while she moaned into my neck once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned over and over again which only turned me on more to hear her voice whisper that into my ear. Her silent panting brushing up against my ear. Her curvy body pressed against mine. And the best part was that we were trying to keep it all a secret. It doubled the insane amount of pleasure I was feeling now, and I felt her grip tighten again and her soft panting became more alarmed. “I'm...I'm cumming, fuck you're making me cum already.” “Wait for me Ashley,” I asked feeling close to cumming myself. It was easier to control now so it made things a lot easier for me to cum whenever she did. I probably could hold out and keep fucking her for another a few more minutes but I had to admit that cumming at the same time as her always felt more satisfying. When the moment finally, my thrust became shorter and more desperate. “Cum right now Ashley!” I ordered and she nodded quickly. She grabbed my head with one hand and forced it towards her mouth so we were sloppily kissing while she moaned loudly into my mouth, all the while pressing me onto her body with her offhand as if trying to make me stick to her permanently. My dick was drenched in Ashley's cum right as I started unloading into her pussy, and after a couple of loud grunts on my part I pulled my dick out and rolled right beside her. That glazed look that she always wore after we had sex was back and I loved it all the more now as she straddled my body and rested her head firmly onto my chest. This moment was absolutely perfect and there was only one thing that could ruin it. My door practically flew off the hinges the moment that crossed my mind. Karma's a bitch, no doubt about it, because Izzy stormed through that door and holy shit did she look angry. “The fuck is going on here!” she roared. “Max what the fuck do you think your doing?” “Oh calm down Izzy,” Ashley defended me, purring softly as if to taunt her, “The second I heard you yell at him when he got home from school I knew you couldn't keep up your stupid little lie.” “Wait what?” I looked towards Ashley. “Izzy's full of shit Max,” she said it in a way that made it seem more obvious then a slap in the face. “She probably told you that she was used or some stupid excuse like that to make you feel bad for her. Isn't that right Izzy?” “Shut the fuck up Ashley I was used!” “You were used at some party that you went to three years ago, it's your own damn fault for trying to hook up with some guy you never met before.” “Don't even lecture me slut. You cheated on your boyfriends so many times that I lost count. Betcha told Max that you broke up with your current boyfriend to huh?” “Maybe I did,” Ashley shot back. “You told me you were going to hang out with him tomorrow at the mall dumbass. Let me have my fun with Max before you go sinking your claws into him again.” “Fuck off he obviously likes me more.” “Only cause he was too stupid to realize you were lying.” “Well he must've been a moron to have bought your sad story. Besides why do you even want to fuck him?” “Because unlike most guys he's accessible to me whenever I want, although he's being a little bitch and passes up perfectly good opportunities. What even gave you the idea to fuck him anyway? You're boyfriend that bad?” “My sex life is none of your busi-” “Everyone just shut the hell up!” I shouted getting out of the bed and slipping on my shorts. To my surprise, Ashley and Izzy remained quiet as I violently ran my hand through my hair to figure out what was going on. “Ashley is it true that you still have a boyfriend?” She nodded. “Izzy is it true that that whole story was complete bullshit?” She shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe a little bit.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The last three weeks were a lie, and this week had only made things worse. With Ashley still lying on the bed naked, and Izzy wearing short shorts and black tank top, I slowly began to put on a different set of clothes. “Um, what are you doing Max?” Izzy asked as I crossed the room to grab my backpack. After I didn’t answer, Ashley must've thought that that meant it was her time to talk, “Hello? Max?” Again, I didn’t answer, opening up a drawer in my desk where I kept my money hidden, pocketing all six hundred forty-two dollars and twenty-seven cents as I pushed past Izzy to get out of my room. “Max?” Izzy followed me out into the hallway as I slipped on my shoes and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water and walked past Izzy once again, heading for the door as Ashley came waltzing into the hallway using my blanket to cover herself. “Where do you think you're going?” she asked as I opened the door. “I'm doing what I should've done a long time ago,” I answered as the cold night chill brushed up against my body, “Leaving.” I slammed the door shut and started walking. I don't know where I was going, but anywhere was better then there. ------ Author's note. Yes, i know...i'm pretty terrible at writing things fast haha. I do apologize for the wait and hope that this will help. I did have a hell of time deciding whether or not i wanted this too be the final part where i'd just add Riley in somehow and then wrap up the story, or try and make a little bit of a story out of it and see where it goes. I really hope you don't mind me adding 2-4 more parts and if you do...then i'm sorry? I'm going to try and finish a part within the next two weeks. PS=My Xmas present to you guys :D(even though i'm techinically three hours late) PSS=I will admit that i felt like this part isn't the best i could've done and if you feel the same way i understand but i promise that my next part will be better. Plox-n-Thx
Title: 3 Evil Sisters-Part 4_(0) Tags: Fiction Introduction: If you like it, dont like it, just feel like commenting or anything in between, feel free. Feedback is always nice. Plox-n-Thank you :D Content: What was I doing? In the middle of the night I decided to get up and walk out of the house after I discovered that both of my sisters were using me for sex. Technically I already knew that Ashley was using me for sex but she lied to me again in order to get more sex out of me. I just couldn’t figure out what compelled those heartless bitches to not only want me, but to treat there own brother like a piece of meat. Of course I didn’t have much time to think about my family because as if Karma was paying me back for sleeping with my sisters, it started to rain. So here I am. A thirteen year old kid walking down a pitch black street while being bombarded by droplets of water, and to make things worse I didn’t have a jacket on. It never rains in this town after all so how the hell was I suppose to predict that tonight of all nights it would decide to make a surprise visit. I was slowly making my way towards town now but I didn’t have the slightest idea what I’d do when I got there. I couldn’t rent a room or anything because I was underage, and since it was so late there weren’t any shops open either so finding salvation from the rain was also out of the picture. All of this only left me with one option, to keep walking. The pounding of rain drops and the crashing of car tires as they hit puddles filled the air now as fatigue started setting in. My body was fighting against me, longing to stop and rest but I knew that if I stopped it would only get worse, after all some kid huddled up in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night was just begging to get robbed. “Max!” a voice shouted behind me. I stopped and slowly turned, in my mind I thought it was one of my sisters rushing out to find me but I quickly shrugged off any idea of that happening as a figure started to come into view. Whoever they were they were my height, and I could only catch a flash of brown hair as they passed under a street lamp. “Max is that you?” I recognized the voice now. “Gene?” the words escaped my mouth, “What are you doing here?” Sure enough she came into view soaking wet as well, a black apron over her white long sleeve shirt with ripped jeans that were probably a tight fit. “I work across the street,” she answered panting and pointing across the street to a small coffee shop that was still bursting with light. How did I miss that? “What are you doing out here this late at night?” “I could ask you the same question.” “I have the night shift this week so I get off at one, and don’t change the subject. Why are you out here?” “Running away,” I shrugged. “What? Why are running away?” she shouted over the now thundering loud rain. I opened my mouth to answer but she slapped her hand over my forehead randomly. All I heard was a little gasp before she checked the streets and rushed me across it and into the coffee shop. “Quinn I’m taking off early it’s an emergency.” “See ya!” a voice shouted from the back of the store. Before I could even open my mouth to protest we were already back outside and shutting the door to Gene’s car as she sped off down the street at an alarming speed. Had I been more alert I probably would’ve asked if she was trying to kill us but for some reason I was fighting just to stay awake. Guess I was a little more exhausted then I had originally thought because my eyes kept slowly closing while my body started shaking like a broken washing machine. Once I realized that I couldn’t keep my hands steady I knew exactly what was happening. I caught a flu…fuck me, right? She aggressively pulled into a drive way and nearly broke her car door flinging it open, rushing to the other side of the car and yanking my door open as well before clasping onto my forearm so hard that I’m pretty sure she left marks. There were no lights so I had no idea where I was going or what it looked like but eventually she led me up two steps and in front of a big white door as she fumbled with some keys until I heard the rattling and a click that let me know she unlocked it. Again, she drug me inside and down a hall, tossing me inside a room and flicking on a light. “You need to get out of those clothes Max before your fever get’s worse. Do you have a spare set of clothes?” I nodded at my backpack. “Well then get inside the shower and get out of those wet clothes. I’ll be waiting outside alright?” With a simple nod she shut the door and left me to do my business. I stumbled into the shower after taking off all my clothes and let the warm water smother me for awhile. It felt great, but I knew that it wasn’t going to help in the end. I was out in the rain for almost an hour after all so it was safe to say that I’m going to feel like hell tomorrow. After I dried myself off I opened the door only to have Gene grab onto my hand and drag me through more dark hallways and into a small room that looked like it hadn’t been touched in ten years. She let me climb into bed myself thankfully, however I found out that she would’ve helped me if she wasn’t fetching a dozen blankets to bury me with. “Get some sleep, I’ll check on you in the morning. Goodnight Max.” I grunted a response before rolling over to my side and shutting my eyes. I was finding it hard to care about what was going on to be honest. I’m pretty sure it was just the sickness talking but everything seemed so bland right now that it disgusted me. Was it really the sickness? Or was it the fact that I had finally walked out on my family? Sleep overcame me before I could have a chance to think it over, and for once, I was glad that it did. By the time I woke up there were rays of sunlight torturing me while I laid in bed. I mumbled curse words under my breath before rolling over and tossing the billions of blankets that Gene threw over me last night. My brain felt like it was rattling around my skull with each step I took, my throat probably felt like a cat’s plaything with how scratched up it was, and my body in general was so weak that I was positive that a five year old could’ve knocked me over by accidentally running into me. What I needed to do was to get meds, sleep, and recover as soon as I can, problem was that I was in a strange house, surrounded by strange things, and with a light humming off in the distance I knew that I was probably near strange people. I stumbled down a hallway, passing a few doors before emerging into the living room. It was pretty cozy, nice L-shaped couch and a big screen TV along with some pictures on the wall. My curiosity was about to get the better of me when I heard a sink spring to life through a doorway behind me. With the grace of a drunken frat boy, I walked into the yellow tiled kitchen to find a woman humming softly as she cleaned dishes. She was a little taller then me, with long auburn colored hair and an amazing ass from where I was standing. She was also wearing an apron over her clothes but this one was a lot frillier- “Jesus!” she shouted grabbing onto her chest and snapping me out of my glazed look. I guess I should’ve made my presence known before scanning her body, but it didn’t do much now. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” my voice was like a whisper, “I’m Max, Gene’s friend.” “Oh don’t worry,” she blushed and calmed down, “She told us all about what happened last night and I don’t blame her for helping you. You just surprised me a bit is all. My name’s Tiffany by the way.” She eyed me suspiciously, “Why are you out of bed? Gene said that you had a terrible fever last night, did you recover from it already?” “I’ll be fine,” I lied and she caught me like a mouse trap. “Nice try Max,” she placed her hand on my forehead and shook her head disappointingly. She then went to a cupboard and pulled out some medicine, filling up a cup of water and handing it to me. “I’m fine,” I set the cup and meds down, “I don’t want to be a burden so I’m just going to get my stuff and go. Tell Gene I said thanks for everything and it was nice meeting you.” She put her hand on my shoulder as I turned to leave and shook her head yet again, “As a mother I can’t let you leave Max plus you’re not even a burden. Take your pills and take your sick butt back to bed.” I opened my mouth to argue but something was stopping me and I’d be damned if I knew what it was. So instead I grabbed the cup of water and swallowed the pills before heading back into the empty room and collapsing back into bed. With my consciousness slowly fading thanks to the pills I tried to figure out why I listened to her so easily. So what if I was sick. She wasn’t my mother, or anyone that I knew for that matter so I didn’t have an obligation to listen to her. Yet she ordered me around and like a well trained dog I did what she said immediately. For the rest of the day I remained in bed. Thursday brought more of the same except this time Tiffany brought the medicines to me before I proceeded to pass out for the rest of the day. Friday changed around evening, with my migraine gone and my body back to its normal temperature, I was well enough to get out of bed and wander into the kitchen. Admittedly I wasn’t prepared to see Gene, Tiffany, and a man that I pegged as Gene’s father sitting at the table eating. “Max, you’re awake!” Gene smiled warmly and pulled out a chair next to her. “We were just about to eat dinner. Care to join us?” “Sure,” I shrugged and sat down as Tiffany loaded up a plate with food and placed it in front of me. “So you’re the famous Max we’ve been hearing so much about,” the man said with a slow, methodical nod. He was silently judging me, his eyes moving up and down my body as if reading a newspaper. “Um, I guess?” “Oh,” Tiffany gasped, “I’m sorry Max, this is George, my husband.” I held out a hand and he shook it, “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise. Gene’s told us a lot about you.” “Huh?” I looked at Gene for confirmation and she slyly looked away while scooping a spoon full of mash potatoes into her mouth. “Well I never got a chance to thank Gene for modeling for me. Without her I don’t think I’d be where I am today.” “You mean a runaway in friend’s house recovering from a three day fever?” George winked and everyone started laughing. If only he knew how accurate that statement really was I doubt he’d laugh so much. Regardless I chuckled just for appearance sakes before digging in. It was weird eating with Gene’s family, not because of her mother and father, but because they actually talked to one another while they ate. My family did that too, but it wasn’t in the light hearted manner that her family was currently displaying. Maybe that’s why is was weird, because instead of hearing news about boys or how stupid I was, they talked about their day. Is that what a family is supposed to talk about at the dinner table? It was dizzying to wrap my head around but eventually the dinner ended and as a sign of gratitude I helped Tiffany clean up the table. “You were pretty quiet at the table Max, everything ok?” she asked as I handed her a plate. “Just a little tired is all.” “You really shouldn’t lie to me Max,” she giggled and I turned to defend my horrible lie when she quickly followed, “I’m a mother and a psychiatrist. I’m lie proof Max. So let’s hear the truth.” Damn this woman’s good. “Guess I’m just not used to conversations like that at a dinner table.” “Really? Doesn’t your family eat together?” “Sometimes.” “And what do you talk about?” “Boys, or nothing at all.” “Boys? Max may I ask how many siblings you have?” “Three older sisters.” “Wow,” she whistled, “That might explain it.” “Ya think?” I joked as I gathered up most of the dinner plates. “What about your parents?” “Mom’s always traveling, Dad’s dead.” “So it’s only you and your sisters?” “Yep.” “I can see a that living arrangement causing some mental harm.” “You don’t know the half of it,” I mumbled out of earshot, “Thank you for all the hospitality Tiffany. I’ll probably leave sometime early tomorrow.” “And go where?” her tone made it obvious that she didn’t want me to go. “Max you’re not a burden at all, and Gene really likes you. She spent the last two days at your bedside making sure you were all right. The least you can do is come to her soccer game tomorrow. It’d really make her happy.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to think up an excuse not to go but she was right. I did owe Gene for what she did and going to watch her play a soccer game wouldn’t be the end of the world would it. “I think I can do that.” “Excellent, thanks Max.” We shared a smile and I left the kitchen to return to my temporary bedroom. When I opened the door however, I wasn’t prepared for Gene to scare the living shit out of me. “What the hell!” I shouted stumbling backwards and looking up at Gene’s smiling face. “That’s payback for making me worry,” she helped me up, “So what were you and my mom talking about?” “She threatened to shoot me if I didn’t go to your soccer game.” With a playful shove, she smiled, “Ha-Ha Max. So are you going to come watch me play or not?” “To be honest I didn’t even know you played a sport till she said something.” “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Max,” her hand twirled her hair innocently. “I could say the same thing about you.” “Yes but it’s your fault!” “How?” “You never wanted to talk.” “You were modeling, which means that you’re not supposed to move, period.” “Well would it have killed you to at least ask before or after we started?” “It might’ve,” I shrugged coyly before giving up the charade. “Alright fine. I’m sorry Gene. You’ve been a good friend too me even though I’ve only been mean to you.” “You’re damn right I have been.” We both laughed and joined her father in the living room to watch TV. The rest of the night was actually fun. We played board games, watched a movie, ate popcorn, the works! It was all so new to me that I loved every second of it. If this is what actual family’s do then I might want to stick around for awhile and enjoy this newfound feeling. When I went to bed that night I had a smile on my face, because for the first time in my life, I experienced what life was like in real family. The next morning we all got in the car and headed to Gene’s soccer game. It was a beautiful day too. Blue skies, bright sun, green grass, and loads of families having a good time and watching their kids play soccer. Rows upon rows of soccer fields in every direction, each one with kids of all different ages and sizes. It took awhile but we finally found Gene’s field, setting up some chairs near the center of it as she left to join her team. As the game began I quickly realized that Gene was a badass at soccer. She played forward and absolutely ran circles around the team, pulling of moves that made my jaw drop. By halftime, she had already scored two goals and set her teammates up to score two more. George went on to tell me that Gene’s team was undefeated and that this was an average game for them. During halftime I decided to get a drink. It was a short walk to the nearest drinking fountain and as I quenched my thirst, I heard it. “Max?” Over twenty fields scattered through this soccer complex, stretching over a mile from end to end. The odds of running into someone you know is probably a million to one, and unfortunately, I was that one person. The worst part was that I could’ve seen this coming a mile away. Ashley plays soccer after all, I should’ve known that she came to place to play her games, but it’s too late to regret it now. With a slow turn, I came face to face with all three of them, although I could tell something was a little off with each of them. Ashley was in her soccer uniform but she wasn’t drenched in sweat as usual, in fact if I had to guess it looked like she didn’t even get to play. Izzy’s pale white skin seemed to be extra white today, and with sweat pants and a baggy black sweatshirt she didn’t look flattering in the least. Riley’s hair was tied up into a ponytail that looked like a two year olds handiwork, with her makeup shadily done as well. They looked like shit, enough said. “Where the fuck have you been Max?” Izzy asked, her voice was shaking with rage and she was glaring at me with a different kind of anger that I couldn’t describe. “Around,” was all I could say as I matched Izzy’s evil glare. “Around? That’s it? That’s all you have to say after barging out of the house at one in the morning?” “Yep.” “You’re lucky I’m not the mood to whoop your ass right now Max. Now get in the fucking car we’re taking you home!” “Pass.” “Pass?” Ashley chimed in, “Max were not giving you a choice, we’re telling you to get back in the car.” “Then tell me why the fuck I should get back in the car?” “Cause we promised mom we’d take care of you,” Riley rolled her eyes as if the answer was that obvious. I burst into laughter, a small tear rolling down my face because of it. “That’s rich! You three, taking care of me? When have you ever taken care of me? You’ve beaten, belittled and badgered me for as long as I can remember, and now that I’m finally rid of you three I couldn’t be happier.” “You ungrateful little worm,” Riley growled, “Look at everything we’ve done for you.” Something told me that Riley had no idea why I left, which gave me the perfect opportunity to let her in on the little family secret. “Riley do you even know why I left?” “Because you’re ungrateful.” “Nice try,” I smiled and looked over to Ashley and Izzy who already knew what I was going to say, “I had sex with Izzy and Ashley, and when I found out they were both playing with my emotions just to fuck me, I left.” I dropped that news like a bomb, and Riley was blown away by it. Her jaw dropped to the floor and even if she didn’t believe me the look on her face was totally worth it. “He’s lying Riley!” Izzy quickly denied. “Yeah! Who are you going to believe? Us or him?” Ashley added. “Me,” I answered walking away coolly, “Because how else are you going to explain why Ashley kept disappearing from her room and Izzy suddenly being nice to me.” With a final glance behind me, Riley’s eyes locked onto mine, “You know I’m right.” Playing it cool, I didn’t look back once as I returned to my seat with Gene’s family, no sign of my sisters anywhere. That surprised me a bit because Izzy and Ashley weren’t the quitting time, but if I had to guess I’d say that they had there hands full trying to convince Riley that I was lying. Gene’s team proceeded to stomp out the other team, and after that we went out for pizza. The rest of the day flew by and Sunday soon came and went and I found it harder and harder to make excuses to leave. Gene’s family treated me like their own, and I couldn’t help but enjoy what a real family acted like. Because I was paranoid, I did help out around the house whenever I could just so I wouldn’t be that much of a burden. When Monday rolled around Gene and I went to school together and went about our day normally. By the time school ended I could safely say that that was the best day of school I had so far. Nothing went wrong and I knew that it wasn’t chance, it was because I was rid of those three cunts that I unfortunately had to call my sisters. Gene and I still went to Mr. Edward’s class so I could sketch her and we both decided that it would be better if he didn’t know that I was now living with her. He didn’t suspect a thing as far as I could tell, and after the hour was finished we started to pack our stuff up. “Oh crap!” Mr. Edwards began, sprinting to his desk and grabbing his bags, “I’m late for a meeting. Catch you kids later!” The door was already flung open now as he flew out of the room leaving Gene and I somewhat speechless. “Um,” I stammered looking towards Gene, “Did he just leave without locking the door?” “I think he locked it from the outside so once we leave it should be sh-” The door swung open, not only interrupting Gene and also proving that she was wrong, but that even the best days can be ruined by seeing someone’s face, “Riley?” For some reason that I couldn’t fathom, Riley was standing in the doorway. She didn’t look nearly as crappy as she did yesterday but I knew she still wasn’t where she usually was hotness wise. “Oh…hey Gene,” Riley stammered, most likely shocked about seeing her of all people here. “What’s going on?” “I’m just helping Max work on his art by modeling for him. He’s really good for his age,” she smiled at me but I kept my eyes glued on Riley. “Oh, I’m sorry let me introduce you two. Riley this is Jake. Jake, Riley.” “I shouldn’t be surprised should I?” I said with a small shake of my head. “Huh?” Gene gave me a funny look but Riley knew exactly what I was talking about. “Gene, Riley’s my sister.” “What?!” “Riley is that true?” She nodded sheepishly as the room fell silent. My own sister didn’t even tell people she had a brother. Not that I blame her, in fact, I don’t know why I’m so surprised after all. She’s even admitted to being embarrassed by me so if someone asked I’m sure she’d only mention Ashley and Izzy. “I had no idea you were one of Max’s sisters.” “Hard to believe little miss perfect here lied huh?” I leaned back against a table, “Then again I’m used to all of her bullshit by know so I’m not surprised.” “Max! She’s your sister!” Gene argued. “Gene,” Riley began, “Do you mind if I talk to my brother in private?” “Um, I guess I could meet Max out there when I’m done.” “Excuse me? Why would you wait for my brother?” Riley’s jaw dropped suddenly, “Is he…is he living with you?” “Well…” Gene looked away, caught by Riley’s impressive deduction ability. Hell, I was speechless as to how she came to that conclusion, but it was too late to deny it now. “Yeah,” I admitted, “Gene found me after I left and took me back to her house after I caught a flu in the rain. Her family’s been nice enough to take care of me this past week.” “And you…like living there?” I opened my mouth to give it to her straight but that would only cause problems in the end, and of course, I wasn’t going to stoop down to my sisters level. “Gene could you please leave the room.” “Sure,” Gene answered uneasily and gathered her things, heading out the door with a confused look on her face. Riley and I watched attentively as the door swung open and shut, marking that we were now truly alone. “The fuck do you want Riley?” I spat out, eyeing her angrily. “Come back to the house.” “No. In fact, hell no! I would rather be homeless then go back to that hell hold.” “We’re family Max!” she shouted abruptly. “Since when!” I shouted back, “Please tell me Riley. Since when have we been an actual family! Gene’s parents have treated me better in one week then you, Ashley, and Izzy have in a lifetime. So why the fuck should I come back huh?” “Because…” she mumbled something under her breath. “What?” “Because we need you alright!” she exploded. “We fucking need you Max. Is that what you want to hear? We took you for granted and now that you’re gone everyone’s a mess.” “Who would’ve thought that the little brother who did all the house work, cooking, and kept that fucking place running was useful huh?” “This is serious Max. Ashley can’t sleep and Izzy’s been so grouchy lately that I’ve even started avoiding her.” “And why should I care if Ashley has a problem falling to sleep? Or if you’re finally the one taking Izzy’s bitching?” “It’s only been five days Max! Imagine what it’ll be like in a month?” “The house will be burned down and you’ll all be homeless,” I smiled, “I can’t for that to happen. And another thing, why are you so surprised about this? You think that’d I thank you for all the hell you put me through? You convinced my first grade teacher I was mentally retarded so they put me in special classes for the next two years. What about when you splashed water on my pants right before the school play so everyone thought I pissed my pants? Don’t even think I haven’t heard all the rumors you’ve spread about me either, and the fact that because of you, I’m one tardy away from a suspension. So please Riley, tell me why I want to come back and live with a self-centered, whiny, obnoxious little bitch that gets turned on whenever she makes my life miserable.” “I just…” she looked down at her hands. “Oh yeah, and the fact that I committed incest with both Ashley and Izzy make me want to go back even less. Did they finally own up to it or are they still denying it?” “They told me everything,” her voice was all but gone. “I-I can’t believe they really did that too you.” “I’m more surprised that you haven’t done that to me too to be honest.” “Me? You think I’d really stoop that low Max?” “Without a doubt in my mind,” I hissed coldly. “I would never do that too you!” she shot back angrily, “What they did was mean and over the top Max. Don’t even think about comparing me to what they did!” She was visibly angry now. Quivering body, flaring nostrils, and a shaky voice, and everything in between. “What makes you so different?” I asked. My tone unusually calm considering that Riley was shouting at the top of her lungs. “Because I’m still a virgin! Are you happy now? I said it! I’m still a fucking virgin!” Without thinking, I reactively said, “Bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. You dated so many different guys and you expect me to believe that you’re still a virgin?” “Say what you want Max but I’m still a virgin alright! I wouldn’t use you because I don’t know how!” “That doesn’t even count then! Besides I still don’t believe that you’re a virgin.” “The only way I could prove it is if you fucked me right here and popped my cherry.” “I know your playing one of stupid pranks on me Riley and I’m not falling for it this time!” “For fuck’s sake am I the girl who cried wolf?” “That’s exactly what you are!” I accused. But it was at that moment that the perfect plan formed in my head. It was time to fight fire with fire, and I knew just how to do it too, “Tell ya what Riley. I’ll make you a deal, and if you win, I’ll come back to the house and won’t leave unless I’m absolutely pushed over the edge. But if you lose, you have to promise to never bug me about coming back to the house ever again, understood?” “Deal!” “You haven’t even heard what you have to do yet?” “I don’t care,” she was standing her ground, “I can take whatever you throw at me.” “Perfect,” I smiled, clapping my hands together. “We’re going to have sex. Right here, right now.” “What?!” her confident attitude was gone just as quickly as it arrived. “Y-you want me to have sex with you?” “That’s right Riley, and if I pop your cherry then you win, but if there isn’t a cherry then you lose. Deal?” “Are you insane? You’re asking me to have sex with you! That’s gross we’re siblings!” “Ashley and Izzy didn’t seem to mind, and weren’t you the one who said that you could take whatever I threw at you? Time to put your pussy where your mouth is.” “Bu-but-” “Backing out already? Guess that means you lose,” I threw my hands behind my head and started to head for the door. “Looks like I don’t have to come back to the house ever again.” With a triumphant oomph in my step, I thought I was home free. Boy…was I wrong. She grabbed onto my head as I passed by and slowly guided it to her boob. I looked at her oddly, but she kept her head down while pressing my hand onto her boob. This wasn’t part of the plan, in fact this was the exact opposite of what I thought would happen. And even though I knew I’d regret it, I was still holding onto the belief that she wasn’t a virgin so I might as well try and enjoy it. With my mind made up, I squeezed my hand onto her boob and she quivered immediately. I tossed my backpack to the side and moved in front of her, grabbing onto the back of her head and pushing her forward so that we could kiss. It was timid, more timid then I was used too, but fuck it was hot! I could feel her lips shaking as I tugged lightly on her bottom lip. I thought about treating her like Izzy, shoving her up against the wall and letting my lust go crazy but I knew that that wasn’t the right thing to do. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, trying to show her that I wasn’t going to hurt her as kissed one another slowly. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered after a kiss, my eyes closed as I basked in her warm breath and waited for my answer. “I’m sure,” she whispered back. She wasn’t sure, I could tell, but that only made me want her more. I slowly moved away from her mouth, nibbling playfully on her neck while she moaned into my ear. She shuddered as I moved further down her body, each kiss bringing louder moans until I stopped just above her boobs. “Take off your shirt,” I ordered and she nodded slowly, taking off her white V-neck to expose her pink bra that she undid moments later exposing her perky boobs in all there glory. She crossed her arms over them quickly, her cheeks cherry red as she tried her best to hide them. It was cute. I’d never seen this side of her, and it only made me want her more. I grabbed her arms and slowly moved them away so that her boobs could be exposed once again. She resisted slightly, but didn’t bother to fight after that as I started fondling them slowly. If I had more time I would’ve kept this up, but the thought of Gene walking in on us crossed my mind so I moved her over to the very table I used to draw on, guiding her onto it softly. I started to unbutton her jeans when she grabbed onto my hands. “Sh-shouldn’t you be naked too?” “Would that make you this easier for you?” I asked seriously and she replied with a nod so I moved my hands away and took off my shirt while she unzipped her pants and wiggled out of them. I undid my belt and took off my pants too, exposing both of us while she eyed me nervously while lying on the table. My dick was rock hard as I grabbed onto her hips and moved in closer. “If your telling the truth, then this might hurt a bit ok, but I promise it’ll feel better later ok?” I reassured her, a part of me still under the impression that she wasn’t a virgin. With a frightened nod, I stuck the head of my dick into her and she winced in pain immediately. Her hands glued to the sides of the table, grasping onto them to try and dull the pain as I gently started to go in deeper. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, her face displaying just how much pain she was in. I didn’t blame her either because her pussy was so tight that I had to push a little harder just to keep my dick from sliding back out. Finally I had got the head all the way inside and with a firm grip of her hips, I made a quick and deep thrust that made her scream immediately and sure enough, I saw blood slowly dripping down my dick and onto the table. She really was a virgin. Holy shit! I just took my sister’s virginity! After my initial shock wore off I looked at her face as a tear rolled down her eye, forcing me to ask, “Are you ok Riley?” “It hurts, but…I’ll be ok,” she panted out her face spelling out the exact opposite. Before I did anything else, I reached over and grabbed her shirt, wiping up the blood on the table and my dick. Tossing that to the side I grabbed onto her hips once again and started a slow, and smooth motion. She was breathing heavily with each thrust, and my lust was starting to get the better of me as I asked, “Riley do you think you can handle more?” With a weak nod, I didn’t waste time as my dick plunged deeper into her pussy. “Fuck! Fuck it hurts! Oh my god!” she screamed, her face on the brink of tears as I moved faster and faster. She was gasping for breath now but I kept a firm hold on her so she couldn’t squirm away. “M-Max, your going to make me cum.” I nodded to her as she screamed out at the top of her lungs only moments later, her pussy tight pussy clamping onto my dick so hard that it was hard for me to keep going. Her pussy juice felt great as it coated my dick, and she was howling in mix of pain and ecstasy which only drove me to keep going. It wasn’t long until she was crying out again and I knew that I drove her to another orgasm. Her sandy blonde hair was now drenched in sweat and she eyed me with a glazed look that was silently begging me to stop. I knew I was getting close to cumming but I didn’t know how long Riley would last because it looked like she was on the verge of passing out. My lust won out in the end as I leaned forward and grabbed onto one of her boobs, going as fast and as deep as I could until I started cumming inside her pussy as she shouted Fuck over and over again. We both reeked of sex, and as soon as I took my dig out of Riley’s body went limp. I moved to the side of the table and gently nudged her over so I could lay down next to her. She was panting heavily, her head resting on my shoulder now as we recovered slowly but surely. “So,” she began in between breathes, “I won.” “Yeah,” I laughed weakly, “You won alright.” --- Author's Note: I just want to say i'm sorry and that moving SUX ASS!!! I had to move unexpectedly and i was trying my best to juggle everything and still write a story that i thought wasn't terrible. It's a little shorter then the other's but now that i'm done moving and everything's finally settled down i should be able to write more. But every time i make a promise to put a story out in two weeks i end up failing miserably so i'm just going to try my best to get it done as soon as possible. P.S. I <3 you all for sticking with me even though i take YEARS to write one part of a story xD. So thanks once again and i hope you'll understand.
Title: 3 Evil Sisters-Part 6 Tags: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blackmail, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female Introduction: If you like it, dont like it, just feel like commenting or anything in between, feel free. Feedback is always nice. Plox-n-Thank you :D Content: “I’ll see you later Tiffany,” I awkwardly waved, climbing out of the car. She returned my wave with a weak smile and drove off without another glimpse towards me. I tried to play it cool as I walked into my house. Riley and Izzy were sitting in the living room, there eyes looking at me blankly. “What’d you guys eat for dinner?” “We ordered a pizza,” Izzy answered looking back towards the TV. “There’s some leftover if your still hungry.” “No thanks,” I mumbled heading down the hall towards my room. When I shut the door, I jumped into bed without hesitation and fell right too sleep. It’d been so long since I went to bed happy, and it felt great. The next morning nothing could bring me down, and as the day went on it just proved how right I really was. I actually passed my math test with an A, and when it came time to sketch Gene, I was finally able to draw at the level I was used too. “Wow,” Mr. Edwards clapped his hand, “Some of your best work man. That’s really good.” “Thanks,” I glared at my picture, seeing if I could make any more touch ups. “Was it because my mom helped you?” Gene asked coming around the table to look at it, “She said that you fought her for awhile before finally telling her.” The moment she said that, the moment I heard her cheerful voice, the moment I heard the oblivious innocence out loud, my good day vanished like an alcoholic’s beer. I slept her mother…and I’m just now realizing that. A newfound feeling began to well up in the center of my chest immediately and I couldn’t explain it, all I know is that I didn’t like it one bit. “Y-yeah,” I focused on my sketch like my life depended on it. “Tell her I said thanks.” “Will do!” She was torturing me with her innocence. Beating my conscious with it like a punching bag until I couldn’t take it anymore, and the feeling I got from it made everything ten times worse. Standing up abruptly, I grabbed my bag and made a beeline for the door. “I just forgot that I’m late for something sorry!” I explained, flinging open the door and running like my life depended on it. Sure I looked suspicious, but I knew that the longer I stood next to her the more this feeling of remorse would grow. How Ashley dealt with this feeling for three weeks, I will never know. In fact, I don’t want to know. I want to avoid this feeling like the kid with terrible B.O. that’s always in gym class. When I reached my house, I was sweating profusely and dragged my feet into my room, slamming the door shut and taking a seat on my desk. Burying my face in my hands, I took one long breath to try and calm down. “I’m going to hell aren’t I?” I mumbled to myself. “What the fuck was I thinking? Holy shit I must be an idiot!” I slammed my fists onto my desk and groaned loudly. My door opened a moment later and I whirled around to find Izzy standing in the doorway, an awkward silence began blanketing the room. “What are you doing?” “The dishes,” she replied looking around, “You told me to do them remember? I’m making sure you don’t have any in your room before I start it up.” I didn’t answer as she finished her scan of the room. The look on her face was bored, and almost annoyed. But it wasn’t the normal annoyed look she wore, this one felt almost forced, like she was trying her hardest not to say what was on her mind. When I realized that, the same feeling that I had when I heard Gene’s voice crept back up inside my heart. I think I know what this feeling is now. It’s one that I haven’t really felt because I haven’t done many things to bring up a feeling such as this. Guilt. I was feeling guilty about sleeping with Gene’s mom and about making my sisters miserable. It was only when she turned to leave that a terrible impulse washed over me, “Hey Izzy.” “What?” she turned around to look at me. “Do you…hate me?” Her expression switched from annoyed to shocked in record time, “E-excuse me?” “Do you hate me?” I timidly asked again. The worst part about asking the question, was her answer. She had none. We stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever, until I was forced to say, “Forget I asked.” Defeated, demoralized, and definitely going to hell now, I got up and went over to my bed and got under the covers. This was all some terrible nightmare that seemed forced upon me because I decided to take a little control of my life. It reduced me to a kid hiding under the covers from the omnipotent boogie man and I figured out why. I never really wronged anyone to the point where I’d feel guilty, but now that I discovered what it felt like, I could say with all honestly that I loathed it with every bone in my body. And asking my sister outright if she hated me or not was the icing on the cake of my bad ideas. I knew she hated me after all. The proof was all over my body, and embedded into my head forever. I’ve accepted that fact, so why do I feel guilty about making someone who hates me miserable? Am I just incapable of getting even? Is that the kind of person I am, because if it is then I’m destined to let people walk all over me for the rest of my life. In the midst of my pessimistic thoughts, I failed to notice that Izzy climbed into the bed with me, sitting up against the headboard while slipping her legs underneath the covers. “Go away,” I whined with my face buried into a pillow. Of course she didn’t listen, rubbing my shoulder for a little while longer as I continued to try and ignore her existence. “Look at me,” she tried to gently turn around but I brushed her hand off me. “Now Max.” her calm tone disappeared. I decided that it didn’t matter whether or not I fought her because she’d eventually just force me to turn around whenever she got annoyed. Admitting defeat, I turned around and looked up at her fidgety face as she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in until my head was using her stomach as a pillow. She was stroking my hair as if she was petting a dog while I rested on her stomach, moving up and down to the beat of her breathing. I could tell that this wasn’t something that she was completely comfortable with just by show shaky she was, “Tell me what’s wrong.” “No.” “Now Max.” “Just because you say now doesn’t mean I’ll do what you say,” I tilted my head to look up at her, but only to come face to face with her boobs. “Besides, you hate me, so why should I tell you anything. In fact, why are you even still here?” “Because I know you feel better whenever you’re cuddled up with me.” Strangely, she was right. I did feel a little calmer now that I was pressed up against her. “Why is that?” “Probably because you never got to do this when you were young. Mom was always gone and dad was dead, so you never really experienced what it was like to just lay cuddled up against someone.” “Still doesn’t explain why your letting me do this when you hate me.” “Max,” she sighed, “I don’t hate you. None of us do.” “Bullshit. You guys are only happy when you’re fucking with me, or fucking me in some cases. I’m not an idiot Izzy I know you guys are miserable now that you can’t screw with me constantly.” “You don’t understand. If we pissed you off and you decide to walk out that door, who knows if you’ll come back this time. Do you have any idea how worried we were the last time you left? Shit, I almost called the cops and reported you missing. And what if Mom came home during that time? How would we explain to her that her only son, and the youngest member of the family ran away? Could you imagine mom’s face?” I felt Izzy’s body shudder slightly. “Not really,” I admitted, “She’s never home so it’s hard for me to even remember those kinds of faces.” “She’s got shit to do as usual. Plus she’s supporting four kids on her own, it’s gotta be tough. I’m sure she’ll be back for Riley’s birthday though, it’s in two weeks after all.” “And then she’ll leave again for another three months.” “Is that what’s bothering you? The fact that mom’s never around.” “Nope.” “Then what is?” “Shit I don’t want to talk about.” “Max, please?” she asked sincerely. I groaned and buried my face into her stomach, slightly regretting getting into this situation. “I did something stupid.” “Well that’s a start. How stupid are we talking? Like on a scale of one to ten?” “Thirteen thousand four hundred and sixty one.” “That bad huh?” “Worse then the time I ditched school to have sex with you.” There was a long pause before she asked, “Did you have sex with someone else?” All I could do was close my eyes and nod, “Who?” “That’s as much as you’re getting.” “Oh hell no,” Izzy snapped angrily as the mood switched from a nice talk to a violent outburst. “Max if you are having sex with someone outside of our family then you better tell me who it is so I can beat their fucking ass.” “What?” I shot up from her stomach and looked at those murderous eyes. “Who is this cunt? Is it Gene? I swear to fucking god if it’s her she’s going to need a fucking army to stop me from kicking her ass until she’s in the hospital.” “Calm down Izzy!” not that me saying it would actually do anything but I could tell Izzy was serious about it. I had to ask, “Why do you care who it is?” “You’re my little brother and I’m going to make sure that some cunt isn’t using you for sex.” “What kind of logic is that? You used me for sex too, remember?” “It’s completely different.” “How?” “I’m your sister, not some whore who likes targeting underage teens.” “That still doesn’t make sense,” I threw my hands up, “Your basically saying that because we’re family, you’re allowed to use and abuse me for sex. But if someone else even thinks about doing it then they’re instantly a whore and needs to have there ass beaten.” “That’s exactly what I’m fucking saying. Now you’re going to tell me who this bitch is or else I’m just going to beat up that little friend of yours ‘cause I’m pretty sure it was her anyway,” she started to throw the covers off of her. “It wasn’t Gene it was her mom!” I blurted out desperately. The moment I did that, I slapped a hand over my mouth and froze. Oh fuck! Izzy’s eyes widened as she brushed her hair aside to look at me with her jaw dropped as far as it could. Seeing both of her eyes was like the sign of a ticking time bomb, and I knew that the clock was winding down. A bullet to the back of my head would be nice right about now. “Max,” she began slowly, “Did you have sex with Gene’s mom?” I didn’t say anything, praying that that bullet would come and kill me right about now so I wouldn’t have to answer. Her tone was soft and shaky. She was hiding her anger well, “Answer the question Max. Did you, or did you not, have sex with Gene’s mother.” “I…uh, well…it’s uh…y'know,” I stammered. “No Max,” she shook her head, “I don’t know.” “It’s…complicated?” “You better find a way to make it simple then Max,” her eyes narrowed, “Or else.” That final or else, sent shivers through my body. With a shaky voice I took a deep breath and explained what happened last night. Every detail of what happened at the park spewed out of my mouth like a broken faucet, and Izzy remained emotionless throughout the whole thing. When it was all over, she didn’t say anything. She just kinda sat there with a blank look on her face. The only bright side I could think of was that her anger for Gene had finally subsided. However the downside was that now she knew that I had fucked her mom, and that I’m sex deprived. Two things I should’ve taken to my grave. “Don’t tell Riley and Ashley please,” I pleaded. “I won’t,” she said as a devious smile started to cross her face. “I won’t say a word Max. But I think I should tell you a little something as well now.” “Um, sure. What is it?” She leaned forward seductively, making sure to smile the entire time as her arm wrapped slowly around my shoulders. “We’re going to fuck tonight.” “What?!” “You heard me,” she winked, “Tonight at midnight I want you to come up to my room for a little midnight pussy. Understand?” “No! I said no more sex didn’t I?” “I don’t think you really understand then,” her voice was a cool as a cucumber now. “You see, now that I know your little secret, I can do whatever I want with you. You can’t run away to your friend’s house again because then I’ll tell her all about your little sex session with her mom. And if you try to make a break for it I’ll call the cops and tell them that you were molested by her mother or some bullshit like that so not only will they find you, but her mother will pay a hefty price for seducing a minor.” “This is insane! I trust you and you stick a knife in my back already? What the fuck?” “You should’ve learned Max. I always get what I want, and if I want to fuck you then I’m going to find a way.” “Are you serious right now?” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “Can’t wait for tonight.” Without another word she got up and left my room, leaving me speechless and confused on my bed. Did that really just happen? How stupid could I have been to admit that to Izzy, the most abusive sister I had! Was I getting dumber by the minute or something? Sitting in my room like a statue, I refused to move until Riley came in and asked when I was making dinner. My body now on autopilot, I cooked and ate dinner in complete silence, my mind too occupied with that conversation to pay attention to anything else. It was only when I laid down in my bed did I finally snap back into reality. “Fuck. My. Life,” I mumbled. The sweet escape of slumber couldn’t even rescue me this time because I had to meet Izzy tonight at midnight and if I missed that then I’d be in even deeper shit then I already was. So I shut the lights off and stared at the clock as it slowly ticked away until my hour of reckoning arrived. Once my clock read midnight I rolled out of bed and crept out of my room, up the stairs, and into Izzy’s dimly lit room. She was lying on her bed completely naked, flipping through a magazine to pass the time until I arrived, and when I did, she tossed the magazine aside and beckoned me to her bed with a single finger. I drudged over and sat down on the bed, keeping my back to her. She grabbed onto my shoulders and violently pulled me onto her, wrapping her arms around me as she pinned me to her body. That strength she had over me was definitely being abused right now. “Max,” she sighed, hugging me tightly. “Max, Max, Max. I made the mistake of thinking that you’d grow a pair and want to fuck me every chance you got last time. Hell, I even let you be a little rough hoping that it’d turn you on more. But in the end you went back to Ashley and now I know why.” She caressed my hair again, “It’s because I gave you a choice, and Ashley didn’t. So now, you’re going to fuck me whenever I want, and however I want it. Got it?” “What am I? Your slave?” I whispered. She heard regardless, “That sounds pretty nice actually. You’re my own personal sex slave,” she sat up and grabbed my chin, making our eyes meet. “And I’m going to be as rough as I want with you. Now take off your clothes.” She released me and I stripped completely, sitting back down on the bed. She grabbed my hair and yanked me backwards by it. It hurt like hell but I tried to keep quiet. Silence would be my only saving grace right now. With a devious laugh, she grabbed me and violently attacked my lips. Her kisses were sloppy but and forceful, and if she didn’t bring a hand to the back of my head I would’ve pulled back right away. But with her hand pressing me against her lips, I let her claim my mouth with her tongue until she pulled away and slapped me. “Put some effort into it,” she demanded lunging forward to start again. I did what she said and put a little bit more effort into kissing her, but it was clear that I was humoring her more then anything. Once she had enough of kissing she pushed me backwards and immediately jumped on top of me. After licking her lips hungrily, she positioned herself over my dick (which was shamefully hard as a rock), lowering herself down onto and letting out a gasp of approval. “Fuck yes,” she muttered. Her pussy was like a slip-n-slide, making it a breeze for my dick to slide right in. She rocked her hips back and forth, moaning louder and louder as she slowly rode my dick. It felt great, and that was the worst part. Using all my might I tried not to look like I was enjoying myself, just so I couldn’t give her anymore satisfaction then she already had. Judging by the blissful look on her face she didn’t care, riding up and down my dick and moaning her delight with each rise and fall that she did. She grabbed onto my hands and pressed them against her boobs, and I couldn’t resist giving them a nice hard squeeze. “Oooooh shit!” she gasped, “Squeeze harder Max!” I did so and she let out a loud moan, arching her back forward while slamming into my dick. She must be getting close, and although I hated to admit it I was too. It was sick and fucked up but I was so turned on by this whole thing that I was getting close to cumming too. “I’m gonna cum soon,” I said. “Oh yes! I want you to cum inside me Max,” she demanded angrily, “Fill me up with your cum!” Just hearing that put me on the verge of cumming and soon enough I couldn’t hold it in any longer and disgracefully shot my load into her. She moaned loudly, climbing off my dick and falling backwards onto her pillows, covered in sweat and with her pussy soaking wet. I got up, slightly out of breath myself as I hopped off the bed, but I didn’t even take a step forward before grabbed onto my arm. “Where…do you think…you’re going?” she asked in between breathes. “Back to my room.” She shook her head and patted her boobs, “Unless you get down on your knees and beg me, you’ll be sleeping right here.” The only thing stopping me from begging was knowing that she’d get more satisfaction out of the situation if I did. With sealed lips and a spiteful look, I crawled back into bed with her, resting my head on boobs and closing my eyes. I didn’t want to be awake any longer then I had too. But the worst thing about this was that a part of me was enjoying it. Enjoying the fact that I could cuddle up against my sister and fall asleep. Enjoying the fact that we were probably going to have a lot of sex from now. Enjoying…the situation. At the same time however, I hated every second I spent near her. Luckily, I passed out soon after, wondering whether or not I was in hell or heaven. When I woke up the next morning I groggily lifted my head up, recalling last nights events slowly. “Afternoon sleepy head,” Izzy smiled wickedly. “Afternoon?” I scanned her room for a clock, “What time is it?” “Around two.” That information woke me up in an instant, and I shot up from the bed immediately. “What?! I have school Izzy why didn’t you wake me up?” “You were just so cute laying there that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” “This isn’t funny! I’m already in trouble at school for arriving late so many times. If I keep skipping school then I’ll get suspended.” “Uh, I know,” she scoffed, “They told me that at the meeting I had to go to last time you were tardy.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you trying to get me suspended?” “Yep. Then I can have access to you whenever I want.” “This is my education we’re talking about Izzy!” “So what? You’re not exactly scholarship material Max. You have two D’s, don’t play sports, and the only talent you have is drawing, and even that’s not going to get you far.” “Fuck you! You sit on your ass all day because you dropped out of college and you’re trying to tell me that I’m hopeless? Look in a mirror and tell me who’s more hopeless.” Her answer? A solid right hook to my face. I flew back, tripping over her clothes and tumbling to the ground with my hand pressed over the left side of my face. Mumbling swear words under my breath, I slammed my free hand onto the ground to try and dull the pain as she no doubt just gave me yet another black eye. The part of me that enjoyed what happened last night was no where to be found now, replaced by a strong desire to pay Izzy back with a right hook of my own. No. No, I wasn’t going to stoop to that level. Last time I hit her it was in a fit of lust more then anger, and she at least feigned approval, but this time if I swung it would be for real, and I don’t know if I could live with the consequences. My face was still stinging when I sat up, trying to keep as blank a face as possible although Izzy didn’t bother to hide her emotions. Her face was livid. She looked like she was on the brink of beating me to a pulp. “Get the fuck out of my room!” she roared, pointing towards the door. I was more then happy to listen to her now, grabbing my clothes and leaving the room with her eyes burning holes throughout my body. Slamming her door shut, I threw on my clothes and headed downstairs to examine the hit in my bathroom mirror. To my great surprise, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the last time she hit me and I knew that I probably was going to get a little shiner, but it would go away within the week as long as I kept ice on it for awhile. I walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a zip lock bag, dumping some ice into it before tenderly placing it onto my eye. The front door opened as Riley walked inside, kicking her shoes off before noticing me. “Max what happened?” Riley asked walking into the kitchen and moving the bag of ice out of the way so she could take a look at it. The question itself was stupid because she knew the answer already. I didn’t go around looking for fights after all so if there was ever a bruise or cut on me the source of it could always be traced back to one person. She must’ve realized it too because she looked away shortly after. I walked over to the house phone, and looked at the list of important numbers written next to it. Once I found the right one I dialed it in and waited for an answer. “Almont Unified School District, this is Peggy,” the secretary at my school’s main office answered. I handed the phone over to Riley who looked at me funnily. “Tell them that I’m sick and can’t make it to school the rest of the week,” I explained, “This way I won’t get suspended for absences.” She nodded and did as I asked, hanging up the phone once it was over. I could take solace in knowing that Riley wasn’t a bitch to me anymore after I stole her virginity. As to why the hell that was, I don’t know, or care for that matter, she was helping me out and that’s all that mattered. “I’m going to my room,” I told her. She didn’t reply back as I spent the next three hours with a bag of ice on my head, grabbing a new one once the previous one melted while I laid silently on my bed. Unfortunately I had to cook dinner soon so I hopped out of bed and went to work, although I decided to just throw corn dogs in the oven heat up some leftovers. No one said a single thing the entire time we ate dinner. Ashley noticed my eye the second we sat down and she made sure to keep her head down. I found it funny how whenever Izzy hit me Riley and Ashley would laugh, but the moment she left a visible mark, or drew a little blood they’d shut the hell up and try to act like it didn’t happen. A great system, I know. Izzy and I were the last to finish, and as I cleaned my plate off she dropped her plate into the sink, nearly breaking it in the process. “Midnight again. Don’t be late,” she ordered walking away. I turned slowly and watched her strut away. That bitch had a lot of nerve, but I had knew that she was loving all the pain she was causing me, so I needed to try my best and not give her an ounce of emotion. The sex was going to be good whether I wanted it or not, but once it was all over she was going to get a single thing out of me. That night was almost an exact replay of what happened the previous night, only this time I didn’t take the risk of arguing with her, I just kept my mouth shut and let her ride my dick. Once it was over I fell asleep cuddled up with her again. This became the routine for the next three days. I would show up in her room at midnight, she would ride me until I cummed inside her, then we’d fall asleep together. Sunday on the other hand, definitely took me by surprise. As normal, I showed up exactly at midnight to find her laying on her bed seductively as usual and she jumped right into kissing once I stripped out of my clothes. She was moaning in my mouth loudly for some reason, and I couldn’t figure out why. We were just kissing normally, I didn’t even have my hands on her. “Oh Max,” she gasped out, “Oh Max it feels so good.” I pulled away from the kisses and just looked at her with a what the hell face. The smile on her face told me that there was something that I was missing, and she held up a finger to her lips and winked. “Right there Max! Yes, yes, yes, oh god yes!” If that was the best acting she could do then at least I knew that each orgasm was real. Guess that’s a hollow victory huh? Regardless, I sat there quietly until she flew out of bed and darted for her door leaving me speechless. However I found out why as she flung her door open and reached around the corner to grab something…or someone. “Ha!” Izzy triumphantly looked back at me, “I caught her.” “What?” I looked at her funnily as she motioned me to the door. When I leaned outside I found out exactly what she meant. “Riley?” Riley was sitting right outside the door with only black panties on, her head shamefully looking at the ground. She looked like she was going to die of embarrassment, but Izzy drank it all up. “I knew I heard someone else’s moaning yesterday,” Izzy giggled, “My baby sister was just a little curious huh? She just wanted to get a little closer and hear what it’s like when Max had sex with someone else. After all, she’s wanted to fuck him again ever since he popped her cherry at school huh?” “Izzy!” Riley looked at her horrified. “Why would you tell him that?” “Wait its true?” I asked. “Oh yeah,” Izzy cooed, “You’re the only guy that Riley’s ever been able to touch without feeling weird so of course when you fucked her it drove her wild. I’ve caught her masturbating to a picture of you three times since you came back, but I had no idea she was going to get this turned on by the thought of us fucking. She’s so wet she ruined her favorite panties.” “Fuck you Izzy!” Riley spat out. “Ah-ah-ah,” Izzy leaned down next to her, “Are you sure you want to say that before you hear what I was going to offer?” “O-offer?” “I thought that you’d rather see your little brother in action instead of hearing it.” “Y-you’ll let me…watch?” “Maybe,” she let go of Riley’s hand and wrapped her arm around me, pulling me in for quick kiss as her hand traced its way down my body. “Only if you get down on all fours and beg to watch me get fucked by Max.” “What are you doing?” I whispered, “Are you really comfortable with letting Riley watch?” “She’s seen me masturbate before, so I’ve got nothing to hide,” Izzy whispered back. “Besides, I thought it’d get you a little excited.” She moved her hand towards my fully erect dick and gave it a quick tug. “And it looks like I’m right.” “Sh-she’s not going to do it,” I mumbled, trying to stay focused. “Please,” Riley began as she got on all four knees, proving me wrong on the spot. “I want to watch you get fucked by Max, Izzy.” “What the fuck,” I muttered under my breath, but Izzy just smiled and patted Riley’s head. “Good girl,” she grabbed onto my hand and took me back into her room. “Come on in Riley, and shut the door please.” With only a lamp lighting the room, Izzy jumped onto the bed still dragging me along as I fell on top of her. She was giggling as we came face to face. She made a funny face and tapped my nose, “C’mon Max. I know you’ve been pissy about what happened but I know that you’re turned on right now. Why don’t you fuck me doggy style like a good boy? I’m getting tired of riding your dick.” She was talking to as if I was a little puppy, which really annoyed the shit out of me. And she was right too, which only made things worse. But I couldn’t give in! I had to fight her somehow. “Not going to happen.” She groaned, “Look I’m sorry for hitting you Max.” I could tell by her tone that she wasn’t really sorry, at least that’s what I thought. “What do I have to do in order for you to fuck me doggy style?” That was even stranger. She could’ve just threatened to tell Riley about what happened in order to get what she wanted, but instead she gave me the choice. With that in mind I tried to think of something crazy that she probably wouldn’t agree too. I looked over at Riley who was sitting on the ground awkwardly before looking back at Izzy who was patiently waiting for my answer, “I want to fuck you in the ass and be as rough as I want. And when I’m done you’re going to suck my dick clean.” Izzy raised an eyebrow, “A little kinky huh?” “That’s the only way I’ll fuck you in that position. If not you can climb on top and get it over with.” She reached out towards her nightstand immediately and pulled out a small bottle of lube with a smile, “Deal.” I couldn’t tell whether to be mad or excited. Who the fuck was I kidding? I was excited. This was as close to payback as I was going to get, and it would feel great too! We both sat up immediately as she poured some lube into her hand and lathered up my dick, kissing me the whole time, and for the first time since we started this it was passionate as hell! “Should I…even ask you…to be gentle,” she muttered in between kisses. “Nope,” I shot her a smile and gave her a quick slap across the face. She licked her lips and went back to kissing me until I pushed her back, “Let’s go bitch.” She laughed and got on all fours, a hand pulling on her right ass cheek to spread her asshole a little. I slapped her ass hard and she bucked forward while my eyes wandered over to Riley who had tossed her panties aside and was slowly rubbing her pussy with one hand and grabbing her boob with the other. She was being turned on and we hadn’t even started yet, and it flat out turned me on to the point where I needed to stick my dick into something. With Izzy’s ass held high, I lined up right behind her and slid my dick in nice and slow. Izzy grunted in pain as my hands grabbed onto her hips and helped me shove my dick all the inside of her. “Shit! Oh shit Max! I can feel you filling me up! Please don’t stop,” she growled. Her hips now rocking up and down on my dick as I sped up my tempo until her ass was bounding against my hips. She was almost howling in delight now, and I heard soft whimpering to my right reminding me that Riley was watching the whole thing, and from the sound of it she was enjoying herself a little too much, but it didn’t bother me one bit. “I’m…I’m going to cum soon!” Izzy murmured, “Fuck you’re going to make me cum already Max.” With one hard slap of her ass she let out a cry of pain and turned around to look at me, a sick thought bubbling inside my brain. “You can cum when Riley does,” I smiled. Her eyes widened immediately and she turned to look at Riley who was almost lost in her own bliss. “Riley p-please tell me your close! I don’t know how much longer I can last.” To torture her more, I leaned and grabbed one of her boobs as her back arched immediately, “Riley!” “I’m almost there Izzy,” she panted out with two fingers lodged into her pussy. “Imagine Max’s dick filling your wet pussy up!” Izzy almost screamed, “God I can’t hold it any longer! I have to cum I’m sorry Max!” Her ass clamped onto my dick that instant as Izzy shakily blurted out, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her arms buckled but she kept her ass in the air. I felt my balls tingling and I knew that I was going to cum soon, and Izzy did agree to clean my dick of so I pulled out and pushed her ass to the side. Crawling towards the front of the bed, I grabbed onto Izzy’s hair and yanked her head up by it as her mouth opened up and she wrapped it around my filthy dick. She looked completely beat but she still found the energy to take my entire shaft inside her mouth as I relaxed my body and let her continue bobbing back and forth. I didn’t even bother letting her know that I was going to cum because the look on her face was priceless as ropes of cum shot into the back of her throat. She still managed to swallow it all, coughing a bit once it was all done, but ultimately fine. “Oh fuck! Oh fuuuck!” Riley shouted. She was furiously pumping her fingers inside her pussy until she froze on the spot with both Izzy and I know watching her. Seconds later, her body crumbled down to the ground lifelessly. She brought her pussy soaked fingers up to her mouth and started sucking on them like on them while curling up into a little ball. It was cute and unbelievable sexy at the same time. I hadn’t felt this drained in a long time, and I didn’t even care about my pride anymore as I joined Izzy underneath the covers. We were both watching Riley now as she clumsily got to her feet and searched for her panties. “Where are you going?” Izzy asked. I could hear the exhaustion in her voice as she waved Riley over, “I know you want to cuddle up with your favorite brother after a good finger fucking like that, don’t ‘cha?” Riley’s eyes fell on me, and as if hypnotized, she stumbled over to the bed and got under the covers with us. Luckily Izzy had a king sized bed so we weren’t all crammed into a small bed. Izzy leaned back hummed softly as I rested my head onto her shoulder, while Riley wrapped her naked body around mine and cuddled up tightly with me. It wasn’t extremely comfy, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either so I didn’t have a problem with it. Neither did everyone else by the looks of it because Riley passed out within moments and clinging to me, and Izzy’s humming stopped shortly after as well, leaving me to slowly but surely join them in a deep and deserving slumber. My eyes slowly opened to the sight of Izzy boobs as I stared at them lifelessly, my mind still in shutdown mode until I felt her hand grab my chin and rotate my head towards her. She looked wide awake, examining the quarter sized bruise on my face before sighing and resting her head back down on the pillow. “Sorry about that,” she said. “I’d be lying if I said I forgave you.” “You must think that I enjoy hitting you then, don’t ‘cha?” “You do.” She looked at me and closed her eyes, “Do you think I’m some using-and-abusing sex crazed maniac too?” “That’s Ashley. You’re a psychotic sex craving bitch,” I explained. She got a little chuckle out of it, “Yeah I can see why you think that. Guess I owe you an explanation.” “You hate me, what’s left to explain?” “I was serious when I told you I didn’t hate you. I guess I was just seeking a bit of retribution.” “Retribution?” I tilted my head, “What have I ever done to you?” “You were born,” her tone was soft and serious, and it took me by surprise. She said it with a straight face too, which only confused me. “I know it sounds mean and coldhearted but that’s the only answer I have for you Max. Everything got worse after you were born. My entire life was flipped around when you born. Dad got sick and died. Mom had to take a job that requires her to travel ten months a year, leaving Ashley, Riley, and I to take care of the person that was the cause of it all. You. Because of you, I never got to enjoy my high school years like Ashley or Riley, because I always had to look out for you. I had to make sure you were home on time, took a bath, wore clean clothes, all of that. You basically forced me to be a mother and I hated it. I wanted to go out and party, meet guys, drink until I pass, all that, but I couldn’t because I had to watch you.” “Are you even listening to yourself,” I asked, almost as a joke judging by the sound of my voice. “Seriously, think about what you just said. You’re blaming me for being born. It’s not like I can control that shit and yeah, dad died, but at least you got to know him. Me? I don’t have a single memory, hell, the family picture of when I was born is the only thing that even let’s me know what he looked like. Your right about mom never being home, but who do you think that effects more? The little kid who’s just learning how to walk and talk or the eldest sister who’s almost in high school. For fucks sake, you convinced her to put me into kindergarten a year early. I’m the youngest in my class, even some eighth graders are older then me so of course I’m having a hard time learning things. And on top of that, you all made my life miserable everyday. Riley belittled my intelligence, Ashley made fun of my appearance, and I came to school with a new bruise almost everyday because of you.” I shook my head just thinking about what she said, “I’m thirteen, have no friends but my art teacher and a girl that’s nice enough to model for me, on the brink of suspension and soon expulsion in school, can cook and clean better then forty-year old soccer moms, I have no self-esteem, no self respect, had sex with my friend’s mom, and am now being blackmailed by my own family member in order to sate her sex life that I apparently ruined. Now honestly…look at me and tell who’s had it worse.” Silence. Some say its golden, others think that it makes the situation more awkward. Me? It let me know that my sister was at least thinking about what I said so I didn’t have a problem with it at the moment. “Guess I really do owe you an apology,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t hurt if it was sincere,” I admitted. She looked me in the eye, and took a deep breath before saying things I’d never thought I’d hear come out of her mouth with true sincerity, “I’m sorry Max, for everything I’ve done to you. No bullshit, no hidden motive, nothing of the sort. I think I’m going to try and be…a better sister.” “Do me a favor then,” I held up my arm, “Pinch me.” She pinched me and I winced, “Not a dream Max. I’m being serious this time. Although I am gonna miss the sex.” “I’m not saying that we have to stop,” I casually stated, “But if we were to continue I’d prefer it if we’d both agree to have sex instead of one person making the decision y'know? Sounds a little more reasonable then our past ordeals.” “I think I can deal with that,” Riley moaned loudly as she buried her face into my chest. I thought she was going to wake up but she continued in her deep sleep state. “That girl,” Izzy shook her head, “I’ll never understand her. When you were little she used to sneak into your room and sleep with you whenever she couldn’t fall asleep.” “Why is that?” “Beats me. She’s just always felt comfortable whenever she’s touching you. Remember when you were in elementary school and she’d pin you down on the couch and just lay on top of you for awhile.” “I remember my body going completely numb yeah. Still doesn’t explain why she feels that way with me.” “That’s something you’re going to have to ask her, but right now I think she’s in heaven. She had a nice orgasm then got to cuddle with her favorite person, what more could she want? Y'know you taking popping her cherry probably was the best thing that could’ve happened to her. Only problem is now she masturbates, like, all the time. I swear if we didn’t eat dinner at the table she’d take the food into her room and masturbate while eating it because it’d remind her of you.” “That’s a little creepy.” “The women of this family are pretty slutty Max,” Izzy stated in almost proud-like fashion, “You should’ve realized that by now. Plus, it’s not like she’s openly doing it, I’m just good at catching her because she’s using all the tricks I taught her.” “You taught her tricks about masturbating?” “I taught her how not to get caught. After all I didn’t want some sick incest porno scene where you walk in on her and it explodes into a giant sex fest.” I could’ve poked a lot of holes in that statement, but I decided not to, “Wait! You stopped letting me come upstairs when she learned how to masturbate didn’t you?” “Yep,” I rolled my eyes, “Hey I don’t want to hear it mister, I watch porn at two in the morning.” My jaw practically dislodged from my mouth. “You didn’t think I knew did you? You thought you were sneaky, setting your alarm at two A.M. in order to watch porn on the TV.” “Do you have eyes all around the house or something?” “Maybe,” she winked which only made me more suspicious. “It’s like one-ish by the way. Sorry I let you both sleep in.” “Well, call the school and tell them that my sickness got worse and Riley caught it too. I’m sure they’ll buy it.” “You lying little bastard,” we both laughed as Riley gave off a groan of awakening. “Morning Riley,” Izzy sang. “Morning,” she mumbled. “Is it time for school yet?” “Four hours ago yeah.” Slowly sitting up, she looked at Izzy and I with half opened eyes, “You’re welcome to get dressed and go back to school if you want.” Her eyes fell onto me and my naked chest, and she shrugged before resting up against my chest and getting comfy, “Maybe later.” “What if Ashley walked in right now?” I asked looking towards Izzy. “Fuck her,” Riley hissed. “Riley’s a little unhappy with Ashley after finding out what she did,” Izzy explained, “Isn't that right Riley.” “She’s got a boyfriend, she can fuck him not Max. Manipulative bitch.” I was about to ask something but Izzy read my mind, “She’s been like that ever since your storybook encounter in the classroom. Ashley and her are secretly fighting over you, and frankly, I think it’s funny.” “I see,” I didn’t really see why I just said that because I knew that it was a dangerous road. “So should we not say anything to her?” “Nope! She’s off whoring with her boyfriend anyway so.” “Speaking of whoring, it’s your birthday this Friday Riley,” Izzy said. How she went from whoring, to Riley’s birthday…I will never understand. “What do you want for your birthday?” “Surprise me.” “I can do that,” Izzy smiled evilly, “But now that we’re all awake I’m kind of hungry. Let’s go out and get something to eat.” That was all the reason we needed to get up and redress ourselves. Before we left Izzy called the school and told them that Riley and I were sick so we had the rest of the week off. This was only going to hurt me in the end but I really didn’t care right now. We all piled into the car and headed for some deserted restaurant. It was a nice cozy restaurant that we always went to whenever our mom came into town, but it was still a good treat nonetheless. Grabbing a booth, Riley sat next to me while Izzy took the seat across from us. We ordered some burgers and fries and just talked about whatever came to mind. I was still a little wary of Izzy stabbing me in the back again, but after awhile it didn’t even cross my mind. When our food came Riley pitched the idea to have a movie night since we basically got a free pass from school this week, and I didn’t have any objections nor did Izzy so it was decided. We swung by some cheap movie rental place and all picked out a movie to watch before heading back home. To think we spent almost three hours on that simple trip was mind bottling, but I chose not to worry about it. After discovering a note left by Ashley saying that she wouldn’t be home for dinner it was decided that we’d just order pizza which was good news for me because I didn’t want to cook. I took a shower during this time as Izzy and Riley did the same, after all we all still reeked of sex and I could tell that the waitress at the diner noticed that. When I got out of the shower, the pizza had just arrived and Izzy already had a plate full of it, taking a seat on the couch as Riley walked down the stairs with a large fluffy blanket in her hand. “Don’t judge me, its cold,” she told me. “Maybe it’s because you’re wearing short shorts and a tank top,” I teased as she stuck her tongue out at me. With a plate of pizza in my hand, I took my seat on the couch next to Izzy. “Jeez, can’t get enough of me huh?” she snickered. “Stop bitching you like it,” I shot back. “No comment.” “Didn’t think so,” as I said that Riley had set her plate on the table and took a seat dangerously close to me. I looked at her and she gave me a childish smile. I think that the blanket was for more the just keeping her warm so I was a little curious to see what she’d make of it. Izzy played the first movie, some romantic comedy that bored me to tears, but I suffered through it by focusing more on my pizza. When the second movie started we were all out of pizza and took our positions for the rest of the night, Izzy at one end of the couch with me leaning up against her and Riley laying down on the rest of the couch while using my leg as a pillow. It was a little hard to focus on the R-rated movie in front of me because I found out the true purpose behind Riley’s blanket. She grabbed my right hand in the middle of the movie when Izzy wasn’t paying attention and movie it onto her boobs, letting me feel them up as she whispered moans constantly. Unfortunately a loud gasp from her tipped of Izzy as she flicked my ear. “Owe!” “We’re supposed to be watching a movie and you’ve been playing with Riley’s boobs for the past twenty minutes.” “How the hell did you know that?” “Eyes everywhere remember,” Izzy winked. “Now hands where I can see them.” “Fine,” I moved my hand out of the blanket and Riley whined softly. It was pretty cute and Izzy even laughed at her for it, but we tried our best to all focus on the third and final movie. An action flick that I had never seen, although I was immediately enthralled by how crappy it was. It got to the point where I couldn’t look away because I was too amazed at why I would think a movie like this was worth renting. The door rattled open and we all leaned forward to see Ashley walk inside. She looked pissed off and when an explosion went off in the movie she jumped at the sound. That’s when she finally noticed all three of us in the living room. “What the hell?” Ashley said aloud, “What’s going on here?” “We decided to have a movie night.” “I can see that,” Ashley looked at the TV, “But um…” “But you’re wondering why Max is leaning up against me and Riley’s using his leg as a pillow?” she nodded. “I buried the hatchet,” Izzy announced with a sigh. She looked at me and shook her head playfully, “We had an eye opening discussion and I realized what I did was wrong. Luckily Max is a softy and can’t hold a grudge to save his life.” “Fuck you,” I poked her stomach while my eyes remained focused on the shitty movie. Besides, I’d hardly call a two minute discussion eye opening, but if that’s what it took for her to stop being a bitch to me then I was fine with it. “So you want to watch with us?” Izzy offered. “No she’s too busy dealing with her boyfriend,” Riley answered snootily, “Isn't that right Ashley? After all you’re so faithful to him that he has your full attention right?” “You are so lucky-” Ashley began. “That what?” Riley interrupted sitting up. “That Max is here? That Izzy’s here? Please tell me what makes me so lucky?” “Alright you snobby little bitch you want to fight?” Ashley dropped her purse and rolled up her sleeve. Riley didn’t waste anytime hopping to her feet and raising her fists, “Fuck off you cheating cunt!” They were growling like animals and it finally snapped me out of my trance. I looked over at Izzy, who was already standing up to stop them, but something caught my eye. A constant light shined in the small window next to the door and I tilted my head in curiosity. The fight was probably raging on in front of me but I was too focused on the light to even hear anything else. Like a moth, I stood up and made an entranced beeline for the door, slithering my way around Ashley who was too distracted with Riley to notice. I opened the front door and flicked on the porch light as a car door slammed shut immediately followed by two quick honks. A woman with an hourglass figure that was nothing short of perfect even from where I stood. Her large breasts were pressed tightly against a white blouse, and even with a navy blue skirt I could still see her sculpted hips sway seductively while her high heels clicked against the pathway towards the door. Long, silky black hair fell over her chest as she removed her glasses and slipped them onto her collar as she got closer and closer to the door. “Hey,” I looked over at my feuding sisters. After they didn’t answer I shouted, “Hey!” They all turned to look at me, “She’s home.” “What? Who?” Ashley asked. “Mom,” I pointed out the door, “She’s back.” ----- Author's Note. Late!!! Yes i try to get a part out in two weeks and i'm failing so i apologize for that. Quick thing i want to address is the emails i've gotten about people wanting to edit my work. I'm flattered but i just don't think it's really...worth it? i guess. Like, i've gotten a lot of people who have asked and <3 you all but unless i could finish the stories in a consistent time frame i just don't feel that it'll work out. Maybe on my next story i will but i'm just kind of learning how to do things now. (I can't find a reason other then this...i'm stupid shut up! lol) As grammer goes, my biggest problem that people point out is too-to and there, lol all i can say is that i'm impressed you guys are spotting them out and when you comment about it i just feel even worse. I already royally screwed up and put part 4 twice!!!!!!!!! I was face palming for like a week. Anyway, hope you guys like it, and i'm sure there are mistakes in this but bear with me please. I will try to work on it in the future and on my next story I'll find an editor that'll make me look less like a grammerless prick :P Thx for your support! I've decided that i won't write another story until i've finished this one because it's what i got from most people's comments and emails so REJOICE and all that lol.
Title: 3 Evil Sisters 10 Tags: Fiction, Domination/submission, Incest, Male Solo Introduction: a continuation to the classic story Content: Author's note: I do not own series. The series was originally created by another author name somestory. Want somestory disappeared it was picked up by another author and then another author. I've been a fan of the series for a while and like other fans I would like to see it completed. I don't know why but for everyone who picks a story that they never seem to complete it. I plan to do just that. I will get the story the ending that it deserves and make you all proud. I will continue with the third author left off. If you want to read all the previous chapters and all you need to do is Google 3 evil sisters. they are there. Now without further ado let it begin --- I looked at Ashley with a confused look. Ashley moved inside my shower the water cascading down her nice tan skin. "Ashley what are-" but I was cut off and she kissed me deeply on the lips. Her tongue thrust its way inside my mouth. My hands found their way onto her hips. Ashley responded back pressing her body against mine. " Ashley I can't. If Izzy or Riley finds out-". Ashley silenced me again. My body was beginning to betray me as I begin to get extremely hard. I was already heard begin with but this is ridiculous. Ashley moved her wet hair from her eyes. God I love her eyes. Everytime I look in them I get lost. But then all I had to do is remember what she did to me. She treated me like a toy. Like I was just a piece Of meat. It sickend me at the thought but at the moment I didn't care. Ashleys body was pressed against me and I loved it. Her soft hands ran down to my cock and wrapped around it tightly. A moan escaped my lips as she pulled. Her head back from the kiss. "Ashley I-" but once again she silenced me by putting her finger on my lips. "Shhh Don't say a word. Just let me work." Her hand began to pump my cock back and forth as she forced my free hand to her pussy. My hand instinctively began to slide deep into her wet canal. Her Cunt began to suck and caress my finger. She moaned as she laid her chin on my shoulder and bit into it to hold back a moan. I inserted another finger as she responded by tugging on my cock harder and faster. I could hear the movement of footsteps in such upstairs. I knew soon either Izzy. Or Riley Would be looking for me. Ashleys tugged harder and harder as my fingers slid in and out of her. Ashley bit harder into my shoulder As I felt her clamp down around my fingers. No sooner had she bit down I heard the door handle turn on the bathroom door. I half expected Izzy To open the shower curtain and bust me. Instead I heard moms tender voice " Max when you're done with your shower could you coming to see me doing some of the dishes?" Actually kept pulling and tugging on my dick As I did my best to cover up my route so I thought you answered " sure mom" As the door clicked closed I look to Ashley. Got her eyes were so beautiful. As I look in them I blast my load all over her stomach. She gave a contented sigh as she look down. The water from my shower washed away my cun as quickly as it came. Ashley leaned in and gave me a tender kiss. She then hopped out of the shower and dried off leaving me alone to think about what just happened. I waited a few moments for stepping out of the shower drying off myself. I wrap the towel around me and step down went to my room. Once in my room I was shocked to not find Riley or Izzy there. For once in a long time I was able to get dressed by myself. I put on a Batman shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Once I was all dressed I fell back and laid on my bed. I heard izzys car start Outside and you I would be safe from her for a little while. I didn't know where she was going errand. I looked at the clock in you at about this time Riley would be watching your favorite show. Ashley had just used me again so I knew she would be content for a while. I kind of felt strange. For the first time in weeks no one was trying to use me. No one was ripping my clothes off for clawing at me. It felt strange but it's also felt nice at the same time. I laid there on my bed With my eyes closed. Im not sure how long I napped for. It could have been minutes or hours but I was awoken to hear the sound of my door open. I didn’t know who to expect and was shocked to see it was gene. I layed my head back as she came in and layed next to me. “Your bed is very comfortable” she said as she trailed her hands over the sheet covered mattress. I looked to her and smiled as I moved over to make some room for her. She scooted over and layed next to me. I could smell her strawberry shampoo and it started to arouse me a bit. I turned over as she wrapped her arms around me. “you forgot to help your mom with the dishes” she said as she rested her head on my back. “but its ok I helped her”. I nodded and said thank you. She breathed a breath of release as she fell asleep next to me again I wole up the next day to the feeling of being watched and sure enough I was. As I looked up it took me a moment to notice who was watching me. It was Izzy. Her arms were crossed and she had a very pissed look on her face. “downstairs” she said “now”. I knew what she was mad about. She was mad that Gene was sleeping with me and I knew I was in for a long day. Once I was downstairs Izzy pinned me to the wall. “what the fuck max” she said “how many times did you fuck her?” I pushed her back and told her we didn’t have sex. “oh yeah then why didn’t you come see me at midnight like always?” I snapped my head back and told her it was cause I was tired. I didn’t stick around to hear anymore as I went into the kitchen where mom was having her coffee. I knew Izzy wouldn’t start anything in front of mom so for now I felt safe. It wasn’t long before Gene came down all ready for school and mom offered to drive us and said Izzy needed to find a job. As mom was leaving Rileys ride pulled up. It felt weird not having Izzy trying to jerk me off as she was driving. Once we were at school the day was pretty basic. I didn’t need to meet mr.Edwards today so after school I went right home. Gene went to the hospital to visit her mother and father. When I reached the drveway I noticed mom was still gone. Meaning I would be alone with my sisters. When I walked in the house I expected to get pounced. I had my eyes closed but it never came. It was actually silent. I looked all around for someone but the house was empty. On the fridge I found a not from mom saying her and my sisters were gonna spend the evening together and she felt I could use some alone time. I rarely if ever had the house to myself. First thing I did was shout some things to see if this was a trick. I shouted that Izzy was a bitch. I knew if she was home that would make her come out and hit me. She never came. I didn’t know what to do to be honest. I sat and turned on the tv and watched some drama show. It was the only thing on. As I watched it things got pretty hot between the charecters and I started to get aroused. My thoughts went to my sisters. I thought about Izzy and Riley and Ashley. Izzy was best at fucking. I loved the power I had over her but Ashley had the best ass but I couldn’t forget how good Riley was at sucking cock. The thought of all three of them put me in a tornado of lust. I then had the most brilliant idea ever. I went into the bathroom and went to the dirty clothes hamper. There I found a soiled pair of panties for each of my sisters. I sniffed and jerked off with them until I unloaded into Izzys panties. I stood there breathing and cleaned my Ashleys and took Rileys for later. As I turned to leave the bathroom I froze dead in my tracks. In the bathroom wastebacket was a box. On the box said pregnancy test Authors Note: ok this is a short version and im just looking for some input here. If you like it let me know and ill continue. I actually lan to give this story multiple endings. So let me know what you think
Title: 3 evil sisters 11 Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Girls domination, Incest Content: A pregnancy test. i couldnt belive what i was seeing. The memory of Izzy telling me that they were all on the pill ran though my head. Then i remembered that all three girls had lied to me. they all used me so why should i be suprised on this? i didnt have the time to think about which sister could be pregnant since i heard the door to the house open. i tossed the box back into the wastebasket and went to see who it was. It was only Gene. i wasnt happy to see her much since seeing her and Riley kissing. I think Gene sensed that cause she looked me in the eyes for a moment and then let a held breath out. "Max" she started. "Im sorry" i looked up into her eyes with shock "i should have told you about me and Riley". In all honesty i really couldnt be to mad. Riley was free to date whoever but Riley made it seem like she loved me so much. i looked into Genes eyes and seen that she was sincere with her apology. "Its ok gene i forgive you". She smiled and tears began to swell in her eyes. "thank you" she said as she threw her arms around me. I could smell the vanilla lotion on her skin and the strawberry shampoo in her hair. Blood began to fill my cock as she held me closer to her body. "Max" she said as she fought to hold back tears. "Max i-i-i want you." i couldnt belive what i heard. "w-w-what?" she lifted her head and looked into my eyes "i just want to suck on you. thats all" I had no time to respond as Gene went down on her knees and opened my pants. My dick was already growing, and wasn’t as small as she expected. She started sucking me. She had never given head to any other guy before, She started licking the shaft and then took my whole dick in her mouth. She started going up and down on it, twisting her tongue around the head of my cock. i started moaning and breathing deep after only a minute or two, and Gene took my cock out of her mouth. She started sucking on myballs, while going under her own dress as she was becoming wet by the fact she was sitting here on the floor sucking dick like the slut she was today. Gene continued sucking furiously as she massaged my balls. She felt my balls tighten and knew i was about to cum. She took my cock out and said "yeah cum for me baby, jerk yourself in my mouth". She stuck out her tongue, as i started spraying my cum like a maniac. The first two sprays of cum where so hard, that they missed their target but ended up on Gene’s face and eye. It hurt Gene in her eye, but she kept her mouth open for the cum, as she restarted fingering her pussy. i blasted five more thick load of creamy white cum right in her mouth, and even though the first sprays had missed her mouth was pretty much filled. Gene took the tip of my dick, cleaning the last drops of sperm. She swallow what she had in her mouth, and almost gagged by the thickness of it. She had swallowed cum before, but this was a thick and big load! Gene took a well needed breath and stood up licking her lips "thank you max" she said as she walked away slowely leaving me well spent and drained. my rest was short lived as i heard the sound of car doors being slammed closed and the sounds of woman approaching. the voices i knew all to well. it was my mother and my Sisters. Izzy was the first to enter followed by Ashley, Riley and mom. Ashley was upset because Izzy beat her at some game. Riley and mom were just setting back and watching the action unfold. once they noticed i was present the fighting stopped. mom yawned and stretched and said she was tired and going to bed. this left me alone with my Sisters. Izzy walked up to me and kissed me right infront of Riley and Ashley and looked to them both with the look as if she dared them to move. neither did. "you are to met me at the normal time in the normal place" she said as she looked to Ashley who just looked me in the eyes. i couldnt really say anything since Izzy had her hand on my tented jeans as she walked away. Riley walked up nto me after her and kissed my cheek "after your done with her then come see me" she then kissed me again and went to the bathroom. This left me alone with Ashley who walked up to me and kissed me lovingly and whispered "i love you" in my ear. i layed in my bed confused as to who could be pregnant. neither sister showed any signs of pregnancy. i looked to the clock and it showed it was 11:55 pm. I took a deep breath as i prepared for what was coming. i went up to Izzys room at exactly midnight. i didnt bother knocking and just went inside. Izzy was waiting and told me to make sure im naked before i approached her bed. i did as i was told and wrapped a blanket around me as i sat on the bed. She stepped up beside the bed and with a single motion ripped the blanket away from me, leaving my exposed and rigid manhood sticking straight up. Izzy looked at me and chuckled. "Yeah, you like this. You lovedbeing dominated by your big Sister." i looked up to her . At this point I was in such shock that all I could do was make strangled noises in the back of my throat and gaze at her helplessly. My raging hard on said it all, however. Izzy slowly swung her leg over the side of the bed and squatted directly over my face, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. "Be a good brother and lick my pussy and ass clean, Max, suck my cunt and make me cum all over your face. Lick me!" She shoved her pussy against my open mouth, grinding down on me, smearing a mixture of cum and sweet pussy juice all over my face. Part of me knew that this was wrong, that this was pushing the line but by this point I was so crazed with lust that I would do anything. Reaching up, I grasped Izzy's hips and pulled her down even farther until she was almost smothering me with her beautiful pussy. I licked and sucked every inch of her hole, tasting her, exploring the folds of her cunt lips with the tip of my tongue, tongue fucking her, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, tasting the sweet tang of her own juices. "Oh yeah, max, just like that, clean my pussy real good. I knew you wanted this." She ground her crotch against my face hard as I continued to lap, sucking all of her juices into my mouth, tasting the core of her as I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit as hard as I could. "Oh shit, oh fuck yeah bro! That's it, make your big sister cum!!" Izzy squealed and smashed her crotch against my face as she came, squirting hot sticky pussy juices all over my face and open mouth. "Oh yeah, Max, that was really nice. Clean up my asshole now and you'll get your reward." I obeyed eagerly, tonguing her beautiful tight butthole, lapping all around it, plunging the tip of my tongue deep inside, "Mmmmm, that feels so good max, you nasty little boy, sucking cum out of your big sister's asshole," i moaned. "That's it, stick your tongue in real deep, make sure you get it all. " After awhile Izzy stood up and smiled at me. "You did a real good job, max. You've earned your reward. Ok, go ahead and spread your legs wide apart." I did so and Izzy crawled between my legs. I gasped with pleasure as I felt Izzys's warm hand close around my dick and begin slowly pumping up and down. "Mmmmh, doesn't that feel good max? You like the feeling of your big sister's hand stroking your hard cock? Do you?" "Yes, yes!" I stammered. "Yeah, I thought so. Then you're gonna love this." Izzy ran the tip of her tongue all around the head of my cock, licking at the piss slit and tasting the pre-cum that was flowing out of me as she continued to slowly pump up and down with her hand. I moaned deeply and arched my back. "Ohhh, God, Izzy that feels so good!!" Izzy glanced up at me again with that arrogant smirk on her face. "What do you want little brother? Do you want to cum? Do you want to feel my lips around your cock as you shoot your load into my mouth?" Weakly I gasped out, "Yes." She smirked at me again, her hand wrapped tightly around my now pulsing dick, her mouth inches from my engorged cockhead. "Beg for it, max. I wanna hear you beg your big sister to suck your cock."I couldn't help myself. "Please Izzy, please, I'm begging for it, please suck my dick, make me cum." She chuckled. "Good boy." I gasped as I felt the warm wetness of her lips engulfing the head of my cock, moving down my shaft, massaging it with her tongue, slowly taking more and more until my cock was buried in the wet heat of her throat and my sister's nose was mashed against my pubes. She slowly and gently squeezed my balls with one hand as she slurped on my cock, deepthroating it and then releasing, sucking only the head, moving down slowly and teasingly. It felt so incredible, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. Looking down at my sister's head bobbing up and down on my hard shaft I felt my ball sack tighten and my toes begin to curl. "Oh, shit, yeah, oh god, Izzy, I'm gonna cum!!!" Izzy took my cock deep into her throat, swallowing reflexively as I shot blast after blast of hot cum into her mouth. Finally I lay back, panting for breath, my eyes half closed in delirious oblivion. My sister crawled slowly up my prone body, dragging her hardened nipples against my chest, sliding her beautiful tits against me. Our lips met in a long, delicious kiss, and as Izzy's tongue slid into my mouth I tasted the salty bitter flavor of my own cum. "Did that feel good, max?" "Oh, shit, Izzy, that was the best orgasm I've ever had!" She just giggled and waggled her eyebrows at me. ((ok everyone this is short since everyone said my grammer and spelling was bad in the last chapter. as i improve they will get longer so please tell me how im doing))
Title: 3 evil Sisters 12 Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Girls domination, Incest Content: ((sorry for the delay. had alot of shit to deal with. if your gonna bitch about spelling or grammer then dont. if you dont like my writing then kindly fuck off)) The next few days went fairly well. I didnt get any shot from my sisters but Ashley and Riley were still shooting each other the evil eyes. i found myself rotating between Riley and Izzy and when i could. i would sneak some time with Ashley. I kept my eyes on the girls trying to see who was pregnant. whoever it was was hiding it well. I wanted to sit them down and ask who it was but i didnt wanna embaress the guilty party. Mom sat us down the other night and explained she had to go on another trip and she would be gone no longer than a few weeks. We all said we understood. Later that night i fell asleep. i dreamed of what it would be like to have a kid. I mean lets face it if my sisters are pregnant then there is only one person who could be the father. I was awoken to the sounds of whimpers and a slight moan from the room below me. "thats the living room" i thought. i did what anyone naturally would and i stood up and poked my head out the door and heard a "ohhhh" sound. it was light but i knew the voice. i made my way down the steps lightly as i tried to be as silent as i could. thats when i seen her. Riley was on the couch but her back was to me. her shirt was pulled up and she was moaning like crazy but trying to be as silent as possible. As i stared at her my cock began to grow in my pants despite how i wish it wouldnt have. her arm was moving so i assumed she was masturbating. My cock began to grow sore from being pressed in my pants so i unzipped and let it spring out. My hand went right to it and began to tug as i watched Riley go. Riley lowered her head and i heard her whimper something but i wasnt paying attention. it almost sounded like she said "you like that?". i nodded my head to her response as if she knew i was there. i spit in my hand and watched as she whimpered and played with herself. her head then leaned back and she closed her eyes. had she let them remain open she would have seen me. Not that i would have cared really. i watched as her hand soon stopped and she raised her head and said "now did we learn a lesson?" Thats when i snapped to reality as i knew now someone was there. i was about to say something when i seen a head come up "yes" she said with a juice soaked face. i couldnt belive my eyes. it was Ashley. Ashley raised her eyes and seen me. she shouted my name and Riley spun around. i looked in Rileys eyes as she tried to explain herself. i wasnt listening. i walked up to Riley and told her to open. she looked confused and opened her mouth. I pushed my cock in her mouth as Ashley scooted up to me. Ashley nuzzled her nose into my leg as my cock began to pound in and out of Rileys mouth. My free Hand took Ashley and i pressed her up close to me. her head was inches from my balls witch was quickly lavished with her tounge. Rileys free hand was also snaking its way between Ashleys legs where it found what it sought. Her oozing cunt. Rileys fingers parted her lips and she started to suck harder on my cock. Ashley started to moan louder as her juices started to run down her fingers. Riley was taking my cock as deep as she could as Ashley squirted all over the floor. "Ashley wants me to forgive her" Riley said "think she has earned it?". I thought for a moment and smiled. "if she can survive one more tease then i say yes". I told Ashley to sit in the chair and watch me and Riley. she could play with herself if she wanted which i knew she was gonna do. I crawled ontop of Riley and looked down at her "God, I’m so wet…" "Can I touch your pussy and see for myself?" "Sure…" I began to probe her young pussy. She was already soaked with pussy juice, her young cunt slick with lubrication. I ran my finger up and down her slit, twirling around her clit and spreading her juices all around. We continued frenching as I worked her tight sopping cunt with my fingers. She began to breathe more heavily, and move her hips toward my probing fingers. "Do you want to fuck?" I asked her. "Oh god yes, I’m so fucking horny…" "Then let’s get undressed and move over to the bed." We headed to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes and undergarments behind us. I was already rock hard, eager to plunge my cockher tight pussy. "Fuck I’m so horny…I always get so fucking horny when I’m ovulating…" My dick jumped involuntarily when she said that. I wasted no time, positioned myself on top of her and began frenching her again. I reached down and diddled her clit a bit more. "Mmmm…your pussy’s so wet…""Oh baby…stick it in…" I guided the throbbing head of my shaft to her moist opening, a small bead of pre-cum dripping from the cockhole. I ran the head of my shaft up and down her slit a few times to get it nice and wet, squeezing my cock and mixing my pre-cum with her juices, then nudged forward. I knew she could get pregnant just from pre-cum, but by the time I was done I planned to have millions of more chances swimming around in her. Her pussy was tight, but easily accomodated my size. After a few short thrusts, I was all the way inside her. "Oh god, I love your cock…it feels sooo good…" I started to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. "Oh Riley…your pussy’s so tight…" Ashley was already plunging her fingers deep in herself and whimpering in need from the couch as me and Riley talked as dirty as we could to tease her. I started thrusting harder, burying my cock to the hilt with each stroke. I wrapped my hands behind her shoulders and pinned her beneath me. Because of her petite size, her pussy was quite shallow. I felt the head of my shaft bump against her cervix with each deep stroke. "Oh god baby, your pussy feels so good…you’re gonna make me cum soon…" "Oh yeah baby, cum for me." "I want to cum in you so bad…" "N-no don’t…I’m so fertile right now…" "That just makes it better…the risk makes it so much hotter…" "No…you can’t…" "Please baby, It’ll feel sooo good…for both of us…" "Mmmmm…I want you to…but I don’t know…" I knew I almost had her. I kept sliding my cock in and out of her as I talked, slow, long, deep strokes. I ground hard against her clit with each inward stroke, working to build her lust to the point it would overtake her logic. I leaned forward, whispering hotly in her ear… "I want to bury my cock all the way up your pussy so you can feel it throbbing and pulsing inside you, feeling how rock hard it gets when I cum…" "Oh god…you can’t…" she gasped, clearly imagining the feeling. "I want you to feel every spurt of my hot cum shooting deep inside…" "Oooohhh…no…." she moaned. "I want to shove my cock in you as deep as I can and squirt every drop all the way inside you…" "Oh god…that would feel sooo good…." Her body was betraying her reason. The excess hormones in her system overwhelming her, bringing the urge to breed to boiling point. Her womb aching to be filled with hot, potent seed. "My balls are so full right now…I have so much cum for you…" "Oooohhh…no…you’ll knock me up…" "I want you to feel how hard my cock gets when I cum…feeling it spasming and pulsing deep inside you, just knowing I’m filling your fertile pussy up with every hot drop of my cum…" "Mmmmmmm…" "I want you to feel how hard you’re gonna make me cum, every hot drop filling you up as I shoot it all into you…" My whispers became softer, my strokes slow and deep…her moans became softer as I coaxed her, her eyes closed, mouth agape in pure ecstasy as she imagined the feeling of everything I said… "Please baby…I know you want it…your body needs it…your womb is aching to be filled…let me cum in you…you want to feel me spurt inside you…you want it so bad…let me do it…let me cum all inside your pussy….I have so much cum for you…you want me to squirt every drop in you…I know you want me to…you want me to cum in your fertile cunt…tell me to do it…come on baby, say it…tell me you want it….tell me…tell me…" She suddenly threw her arms around me and held me tight, bucking like mad beneath me, as if she was trying to get my cock as deep in her as possible. “Oh god yes! Do it! Cum in me! I want it so bad!” I threw all my weight on top of her, pinned her in place and started pounding her tight cunt hard and deep to bring on my orgasm. "Fuck yeah baby…I’m gonna shoot it in you so fucking hard…" "Yes…yes…cum hard for me…deep inside…" She kept bucking with me, meeting every one of my thrusts, burying my cock in her to the bottom with each inward stroke. "Gonna blow my load right up in you…." "Yes, do it…spurt it all in me…all the way inside…" "Any second now…I can feel the pressure building up…" "Oh god yes, do it!" "Gonna shoot every drop right up in your womb!" "Mmmmm…yes, please! Get me pregnant, I don’t care!" That just turned me on more, I pushed my hips forward to pin her in place with her legs spread wide, ensuring the deepest possible penetration. "Fuck yeah, baby! I wanna knock you up so bad!" I grunted. "Oh god yes! Do it…shoot it all inside and make me pregnant! Please!" Long, deep strokes now. Sliding my cock in all the way to the base with each thrust. "Oh yeah…gonna cum so much in you…got such a big load ready for you…" My knob bumped her cervix with each deep inward stroke. "I want every drop in my cunt…knock me up baby…" "No condom…no pill…most fertile time of month…gonna knock you up good!" "Oh god yes…do it…empty your balls in me and knock me up…I don’t care…I need it so bad…" "Mmmm….gonna shoot it so deep…" At that moment we heard Ashley squeel out from her orgasam as she came one more time. The thought of me blowing my load in her cunt and the thrill of risking pregnancy must have been more of a turn-on than she said. Her body stiffened and she arched up towards me, pressing her cunt hard up to the base of my cock. I felt her cunt go into sudden, violent convulsions as her first orgasm of the night hit - squeezing and clamping down hard on my cock. "Oh g-god…I’m c-cum-mmming!" she stammered. "Fuck yeah…now you’ll get pregnant for sure!"That was the moment I was waiting for. Just knowing that our mutual orgasm would increase the chance of knocking her up pushed me over the edge. "C-cum in me! Cum in me, baby! Shoot it!" I plunged my cock into her for one final stroke, burying myself balls-deep in her tight cunt, my cockhole pressed firmly against her cervix - the warm entrance to her womb. My cock stiffened for a second, and I felt the tingle of impending orgasm wash over my loins. "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!! Take my fuckin’ load!!!" My cock convulsed once, HARD, then started spasming rapidly. She pressed her cunt up hard against me, eager to take it all. I felt her cervix clamping down hard against my knob almost perfectly in time with each spurt, spasmodically pressing into my knob gulping up every drop of my cum as it shot into her. I could feel each huge spurt gush up my shaft and explode out of my cockhole, blasting forcefully into her. Just the thought of what I was doing made each spurt as equally forceful as the last, sending thick, gooey ropes of hot sperm splashing deep into her fertile young womb."Oh god…I can feel it squirting in me…oooh it feels so good…mmmmmmm" she gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around me. I held her close and soon felt Ashley come up to me and hold me as well. "seems like your forgiven" i said with a slight chuckle" she smiled and said "yay". i then looked to Riley and suggested we go back to my room. they agreed.
Title: 3 evil sisters Part 9 Tags: Fantasy, Incest, Male / Female Teens Introduction: I thought I would continue this since the other two writers didn't finish what they started. Please post you comments and I will do a part 10 If liked Content: After hearing the news that we had guests visiting and the thought that Izzy might just make someone hospitalized, I decided to depart from Riley and Izzy and made my way to Gene’s house. Arriving at the door of Gene’s, A few images rushed through my head of that night with Tiffany in the back seat of her car was starting to give me a hard-on which didn’t really help much when Gene answered the door, which I kind of had to pull away from incase she got suspicious of what was going on in my underwear right now. That’s when things got really bad as Tiffany came to the door in one of the shortest black skirts I have seen for a moment I thought she was Izzy which turned me on even more as the thought of our moments earlier with Riley. Gene invited me in for dinner which I wasn’t looking forward to after those moments with Tiffany. The dinner was set and as usual what we had for dessert was another game of Monopoly which I still couldn’t get the grip of after busting out after 8 turns. “May I be excused?” I asked “Oh of course,” replied Tiffany with an almost cheeky smile. While in the toilet I still had a massive hard-on, could I really just get rid of it here or would it be wrong to masturbate in someone else’s home. My thoughts vanished as I heard a knock on the door with a soft tone voice saying; “Are you alright Max?” Which I replied with a stern “Yes I’m fine.” I opened the door to find that it wasn’t Tiffany but in fact Gene, who was wearing an almost see-through top which highlighted her perky tits. I tried to look away but Gene placed her hand around my chin and brought me in direct contact with her eyes. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room, where she sat me down and placed her hands on my lap. “Max I know that you’re turned on by the way I’m dressed right now.” Gene removed the top and took my hand and placed it on her tit. I couldn’t help but squeeze it which made her groan with a little excitement. I started to fondle her more aggressively which then turned me on even more and the same time I could see that Gene was enjoying it to. She then left the bed and bent down on her knee’s removing my jeans and pants to unveil my stiff cock that was pulsing rapidly. Gene then wrapped both hands around my cock and gave the occasional lick at my head every few times. “Max I want you inside of me, I want you to be my first,” beginning to get up to sit on my cock, “ I have always wanted you since I first set eyes on you and now here you are with me all alone.” “But Gene you parents are next door, what if they hear us?” “They won’t they are watching some action film.” She said with a smirk She gave my cock one last lubrication before proceeding to position herself right above my cock and slowly pushed it inside her, which she screamed at I noticed a little bit of blood trickle down my cock. “Are you okay..?” I asked “Max I want you to fuck me hard and rapidly like you have done this plenty times before… okay?” I started slowly fucking her but Gene told me to be quicker and harder. I grabbed her tits as she moved faster while riding me. “Max fuck me harder….make me cum Max!” I reached for her hips and started moving her up and down my shaft as fast as I could. “Max!” she screamed as I felt her nipples harden against my body. I stood up wrapping my arms around her waist and started thrusting viciously in and out of her pussy, Gene had her head rested on my shoulder biting my skin which I didn’t notice as she was so tight it was unbelievable. “Max I’m going to cum.” “Can’t you hold it a little longer?” “Okay but not much longer your dick is too big.” And with one last gigantic thrust Gene screamed while I moaned with pleasure as I felt my cock unloading my cum into her tight lubricated pussy, feeling some trickle down my cock mixed with her pussy juice. Gene relaxed her head on my chest as we both drifted to sleep. When I woke up I noticed Gene was still sleeping looking so still and cute yet so sexy. When I went to move I realized Gene has placed her hand right on top of my cock which got me hard but I quickly moved it before she could wake up and realize. I got organized and walked out the door the clock which was hanging in the corridor read 7:20pm. “Shit I better get home before Izzy kicks my ass or worse mum does.” I look into the living room to see it completely bare and notice a sticky note lying on the counter which says; “Dear Gene gone out for movie, If he wants Max can spend the night. If hungry there is left over chicken in the fridge <3 Mum and Dad.” I reached for the door but before I opened it I better phone Mum to pick me up. I went to the kitchen and dialed home. To much surprise it was Ashley that answered, It sounded as if she had just sobbed her heart out to someone that really didn’t care. “Ash, tell mum to pick me up.” But before she could reply Izzy grabbed the phone off her “Where have you been!” she roared “Mum has been worried all night.” “I slept at Gene’s” I hesitated at what I just said “You slept at that little whore’s house!” This time much more tone in her voice, “I’m coming to get you right now!”
Title: 3 evil sisters Part 9 Final copy Tags: Fantasy, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Female Teens Introduction: I have heavily changed things since I published my stencil. I heard you wanted more Ashley so I have tried to include her in the story more, Further note I did not have the Gene relationship for it would cause more drama than I wanted. So here it is this is about 3000 words a bit shorter than any other But I will make Part 10 Longer Content: The voice of Izzy still rang in my head of her saying that Gene and Tiffany were at the house. My mind got distracted at looking at Riley’s ass bobbing up and down and shifting side to side while she was pedaling that I lost all control of the bike nearly crashing into a lamppost on the right side of me. “Come on Max, I don’t have all day.” She said with a snigger on her face as she pulled over for a drink of water. “You were staring at my ass again weren’t you?” she said with a surprisingly calm tone. I just nodded slowly. “So this Gene… do you like her?” “She is just a friend” I replied, reaching for my bottle of water, “I have no reason to be attracted to her.” I lied but I couldn’t tell Riley that for I know how she would react. “We better be going Riley don’t want to be late. Being late was the least of my worries at this point. We arrived home sooner than I expected (or hoped for that matter.) I walked through the door and into the kitchen where I was greeted with a hug and cheeky kiss from Gene much too much dislike of my sisters and the stares I got especially from Izzy, but I decided to ignore her and not pay any attention to Riley but I noticed and empty seat next to Tiffany who had been wearing a very lovely red V-neck and long-ish black skirt. “Mum where is Ashley?” I asked with hesitation to what the reaction would be from Riley and Izzy would be, but there was none. “She is in her room, be a dear and go get her.” That message triggered something in Izzy as she stood up and dragged me by my hand out the kitchen. “Just need to tell Max something mother.” She said politely with a huge smile. Her facial expression darkened as she turned to face me. “Max you even get a blow-job off Ashley and I’ll tell everyone one about you and that woman in there, got it?” I could see the old Izzy rising to the surface, I knew she would hold that story against me. As she let go off my arm I headed upstairs and along to Ashley’s bedroom, I reached for the handle when I heard some sobbing coming from through the door. “Ashley dinner is ready,” I said in a clear voice. I turned round and heard the door handle moving and the door swung open. I felt a hand grab the collar of my shirt which then proceeded to pull me into her room, Ashley tripped me over with her foot causing me to fall back with my eyes staring at her ceiling this view was then covered up by her breasts which seemed to cover my entire view in the black sports bra she was wearing. “Ashley get off of me…NOW!” my voice was muffled but she heard me and got off of me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I replied with rage in my voice. I felt that way the night she used me. I wanted to hit her but I would not stoop so low, I raised my arm as if to slap her but I controlled my anger and headed for the door. “Dinner is ready.” I whispered as the door shut behind me. I made my way downstairs and staggered into the kitchen, I looked from Izzy to Riley then Gene to her mother Tiffany. I took my seat next to Izzy and across the table from Gene their eyes in deadlock with each-other. My mother sat the dinner plate in front of me, my ears picked up the sound of footsteps waling downstairs, and it was Ashley. She sat directly opposite me my stomach started to churn. I pushed my plate away in disgust. “I’m not hungry.” I stated, as I stood up and made my way to my bedroom, I felt a soft object touch my hand and turned around to notice it was Ashley, “Don’t leave because of me.” She said with a tear in her eye. I took my hand away from hers, “I’m going to bed.” That night was the worst sleep ever, the nightmares I kept having about Izzy telling everyone about me and Tiffany or the fight that always ensued between Riley and Ashley over me, not to mention the impact I left as I stormed away from the kitchen but what really annoyed me was that Ashley thought I would have sex with her after all she put me through but the images of her body got me a little flustered, I mean she was a sexy woman but I just couldn’t, could I? The next day wasn’t so bad I was awakened with a breakfast in bed with a note that read, “Sorry for last night, Love Ash.” My mind was wondering, how did she get in?..... Without me knowing. I left the breakfast on my bed and headed downstairs and noticed that Gene was sleeping on the couch and Mum was washing the dishes. I walked into the kitchen and hugged my mother saying I was sorry for last night, and why was Gene sleeping on our couch. “Her mom was called to hospital for her Dad’s had a heart attack and she didn’t want Gene to worry so she asked If she could sleep here for a few days.” She replied. I walked out of the kitchen to see Gene but was confronted by Izzy who decided to push me back, (the first time she had physically confronted me in a while) “What happened with you last night and most importantly why is that WHORE in our living room.” Not even trying to keep her voice down. I just barged past her not intimidated by her comment, I sat next to Gene who was still sleeping at this point. I brushed her hair past her ears she was cold as a statue, I decided to go and fetch her a pillow and blanket from my room, and upon entering my room there she was Riley lying on my bed with my blankets wrapped around her waist with her breasts exposed “I don’t have time for this Riley,” I said in hesitation “I wasn’t asking” she replied seductively. She removed the blankets to show little white panties that were soaked already. She wandered over to me and stuck her hand down my boxers and grabbed my dick which was already hard. “Max I need it,” she squeezed it harder, as I grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her up to my level. I was lost in her eyes they were so beautiful but I had to break the trance or I would be overcome by my sexual feelings. “I want you too,” I replied, “I want to but I just can’t.” Riley looked at me puzzled but decided to wrap herself up and leave but I was left with a MASSIVE hard-on which I really had to get rid of. I quickly grabbed the blankets and pillow and rushed downstairs and into the living-room, I handed them to her one at a time, trying to conceal my hard-on. I anxiously ran back upstairs. Meanwhile, Izzy walked down and into the living room glaring at Gene the whole time until she sat down, “This little whore better be out of here soon.” She whispered as she turned on the T.v. Ashley then entered the living-room with a piece of burnt toast which looked absolute awful but then again Ashley was never no gourmet chef, “What’s wrong Ashley, Max not willing to sleep with your cheating ass.” She said with a cheeky grin. “I…i..i.” she ran out the room before she could finish her sentence. The way Izzy face fell when her mum entered the room could have broken a mirror. “Why do you treat your sister like that Isabella!” she shouted with sternness and a cold heart, “Isn’t it bad enough you treat Max like that, now Ashley.” While this was going on Gene awakened from her slumber, only to see the mother and daughter argument. “I leave you alone if you want?” she asked, “I need to take this blanket and pillow up to Max.” With a pleasant smile on her face and an evil glare on Izzy’s she headed to Max’s room. She reached for the door handle and opened the door a crack the room was bare and Max was nowhere in-sight , Gene dropped the pillow and blanket on Max’s bed and left the room. Max was instead in the shower playing with himself too much that he shot is load on the shower curtain which made his legs buckle as he sank to the floor and a small grin came over his face. Before getting out Max had washed the shower curtain clean off his cum and walked out. He changed into a fresh pair of boxers and an old T-shirt that belonged to his dad, Max had never wore this shirt for a while he always felt it was his last connection to his father, his door swung open and no surprise it was Izzy in black skin-tight jeans and a black fishnet shirt which revealed her bra which held her perfect tits in place. “You want me to sleep with you tonight Max?” she asked. “I heard you last night you sounded very frightened,” she stated which at this moment in time I could use a nice sleep on her tits. I awoke the next day muzzled in between Izzy’s breasts they were so comfortable like marshmallows or like silk coated clouds which was just heavenly. Izzy awoke when I took my head out of her breasts, “Now Max I want something in return and I want it now.” She said licking her lips as she removed my shirt and dug her hands down into my boxers and squeezed. “Izzy please don’t be as rough as last time and no fingers in my ass either.” She looked puzzled, “Did you not enjoy that?” she asked, my reply was a stare into her eyes and simply shaking my head. Izzy started to to fondle around with my cock until she almost ripped my boxers trying to get it out, I reached up and stole a few kisses from her while my left hand got to work on her left breast, I slapped her breasts multiple time before moving my hands down to her pussy and removed her panties while she was lying on me. I started to tease her by sucking and occasionally biting on her nipples which shot her into overdrive I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers a few times and thought she was going to cum, “Did I say you could cum!”… I slapped her across the face and quickly squeezed her left nipple and slapped her a few more time. “Max I need to cum please,”…… “Not yet.” I replied with another slap to her face, I started moving my fingers much more rapidly in and out her throbbing pussy before she let out a huge scream. I felt the cum trickle down my fingers and brought them up to my nose and smelt it before I licked it off my fingers. “You like the taste of my cum Max?” “I love it!” I went in for a kiss but she held me back, “Now I’m going to taste you in here,” as she pointed to her mouth and here as she turned round and put her tight ass hole in my face and pointed to it’s opening. “Massage my ass with your tongue Max as she pressed her ass right up to my face. I licked around her ass hole several times as she continued to suck my cock and occasionally I would force her to gag on it. She then got off me and sat at the edge of the bed ready to be anally fucked. She forced my cock into her ass and started to let out little groans and moans, I could hear her taking longer breaths and was enjoying what she was being given after all she did love a good bit of anal. I grabbed her by the ass and started moving her up and down my shaft until I told the bitch to go into the doggy-style position. I lined up my cock and started teasing her by only putting my head in a few times. “Hurry up Max I want your cum now!” That’s all I need I grabbed her by the hips and pounded my whole cock into her at once. I felt her whole body tingle and buckle as I kept pounding her ass getting faster and faster each time. She was taking heavy pants and her pussy was dripping on to my bed sheets. I stopped a few times to slap her ass and when she tried to turn round I would stop fucking her almost teasing her as you wish. “Max I need to cum now.” “You haven't earned it yet,” I smiled as she playfully scowled “Fuck me like I’m meat Max!” she yelled I grabbed hold of her boobs that were dangling down from her body and squeezed them as hard as I could she let out a very loud scream which I had to mute by kissing her inserting my tongue straight into her which danced all around her mouth and danced with her tongue. I felt my balls tingling as I was about to cum, I quickly pulled out and demanded the Izzy come and clean my cock for my as she was already finished with her orgasm. I grabbed her by the hair and plummeting my cock deep inside her throat and released ropes and ropes of cum inside her mouth which even Izzy had a problem swallowing. As she gathered her clothes to leave the room I gave her ass a hard squeeze which then was greeted with a cheeky smile and a wink. Throughout the day I sat in the living room talking to Gene about the terrible films we had got and that how bad they were. Until it came to this comedy which was quite funny in my opinion and Gene thought it was a blast to. Later on, we called in for food because neither me nor mum felt like cooking that night, I was still buzzing about the sex I had with Izzy earlier. It felt amazing just her gagging on my cock gave me sense of power and control which I never really got when I was with Riley or Ashley. Izzy was probably my favorite out of the three just because I had so much power over her and she let me do anything to her which was magical but then again Ashley does have the better ass…..Wait hold on why am I thinking of Ashley she used me and worse lied to me as well. I would forgive her but It’s hard to after being used like that. (she did take my virginity after all) But something about Ashley always brought her back into my head, was it her beautiful skin, her amazing ass or just the simple fact that she was my first. The pizza arrived 20 minutes later and we all shared a big slice but even though she had stayed with us Gene seemed uneasy I don’t know what it was but she didn’t look ‘normal’. I decided to go to bed a little later that night even though I had school in the morning which to be honest felt like its own nightmare that was until I heard a knock on my door and it was Gene that opened it. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked nervously “Sure” I replied, This was all I needed Gene sleeping next to me in my bed. What happens if I get a hard-on and she feels it? With this I decided to roll over as she climbed into my bed. “Max?” “Yeah,” With my eyes still closed. “Can I take my clothes off and sleep in my bra?” “Yeah sure,” My eyes opened to what I just agreed to. That night had went a bit smoother after that, even though she slept in a bra and her panties nothing sexually came off it. Which I was quite glad at but my cock thought different. I actually got a great sleep for once in a long time probably just from the comfort of Gene being near me. My alarm clock woke me also with the sound of Riley and Izzy shouting for me to get up. After I got ready all I had to do was get my bag ready for school but there was one thing missing my sketch book was not there perhaps Gene had took it and of course I was right she was sitting in the kitchen flicking through it noticing the times I had drawn Izzy almost nude. “I need to go to school can I have that.” motioning for the sketchbook After that Izzy dropped me off at school and as usual, I made out with her in the car as usual. The time did go quick in school, I knew by the way everyone was looking at me I reeked of sex and I knew it to. The day went quick at school and soon it was time for me to sketch Gene again but when I arrived at Mr. Edwards class she wasn’t there, ‘had my sisters done something to her’ I pondered before receiving at tap on the back from Mr.Edwards “Max, where have you been in the last few days.” He asked “It has been the weekend.” I replied “Oh yeah, Max your free to go today.” I arrived home earlier as I rushed to see what happened to Gene and that’s when I saw a sight that I should never of seen Riley and Gene making out on the couch. “What’s happening here then?” I said curiously. They both stopped snogging each other and turned around in astonishment, Riley’s face hit the floor and seen I was too angry for to try and reason with me “Max, I’m so sorry,” Gene panted after the heavy snogging. “Forget it.” I said with anger as I marched upstairs Gene trying to grab my arm to bring me back down but I pulled away from her and headed for my room. I dropped all my stuff and headed in for a shower to wash the smell of sex of me. I hanged my head with one hand against the wall and looked down at the ground. My mind wondering still with that image of Gene getting snogged by Riley kind of turned me on with all this thinking I failed to realize that someone had opened and closed it without me knowing. I turned round to see someone pulling back the curtain and I recognized those hips from anywhere and it was Ashley who wondered into the shower and gave me a small kiss on my cheek….
Title: 3 evil sisters part 9 new Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Incest, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Females, Threesome, Toys, Young Introduction: Like many others I was unhappy with parts 9-12 of this series, I have read the previous chapters and am continuing from duskflair's part 8, the story it how I would've wanted it to got instead of the original part 9 with was short and had no drama as well as not being correct with the previous chapters. Enjoy:) Content: As Riley and I started the ride back my mind trailed to the night I had sex with gene's mum, and how much of a mistake it was... I really hated Tiffany for using her psych skills to get in my head. Right about then my trance was broken by Riley's voice, "we don't have all day hurry up", now broken form my trance I put more force into the pedals and quickly caught up so I was just behind Riley, it was at this moment I noticed that her short shorts had risen up so the a little check was showing, Aresult of climbing the hill we the steep hill we were on. When we reached the top riley slowed down so she was beside me and with a cheeky smirk on her face muttered "cheeky prev aren't you max" under her breath then took off round the corner... The race was on! When we reached home we rode straight into the garage and hung on bikes back on the rack then proceeded inside where we were greeted by mum " where were you 3 all this time" Riley looked at me and said " we were talking to izzy about jobs and stuff"(which was part true) just as Izzy came down the stairs looking agitated. Mum took that as a sign that no one wanted her and didn't bother asking instead said " Riley did u decide where you wanted to go for dinner" "um yeah, max and I thought we should go to the star since it's my 18th didn't we max" to which I replied with a slight nod, the star was an expensive restaurant on the other side of town that Ashley had gone to with a few of her boyfriends, "well u guys should go get changed into something nice and I'll call gene and Tiffany before they leave". I went down the hallway to my room and looked through my closet for something to wear, I pulled out a of number I shirts and shorts since it was still warm out, I went into my bathroom and held a pair of shorts and shirt in front of me, that's when I noticed I had muscle now, my arms were no longer like hand rails and I had a slight line of a 6 pack, " how, I've never been to a jym". At that moment Izzy appeared from round the corner "cause you been having sex a lot so you might as well have been", she was wearing a black dress that hugged her body to just above her knees and exposed her chest leaving a fair amount of cleavage exposed, " like my dress" she said with a smile then dropped down to her knees and grabbed my aching dick through my boxes before pulling them down around my ankles. "Holy shit you're tits are awesome" I said with a smile "wanna touch 'em" Izzy replied. She wrapped her hand around the base of my dick and licked all the way up my shaft and wrapped her tounge round the knob of my stick " oh shit Izzy" I moaned, then she took all 9 inches of meat into her mouth and furiously bobbed up and down my whole shaft. I reached my right hand down to her chest and slid my hand over her double D tits bulging from her dress and with my left hand on the back of her hand forced myself deeper down her throat, she gaged so I I let her up for air then forced her back down my shaft " holy fuck Izzy don't stop!" Just then she took me deep down her throat, so far that I could see a little bulge on her neck then she started moving her tounge from side to side in her mouth" Izzy I'm gonna cum soon" With that her tounge moved faster on my shaft and I brought both hands to the back of her head and pulled her down on my dick as hard as I could until none of my shaft could be seen and shot 13 ropes of jizz past her uvula and down her throat" OH FUCK!... FUCK!.. HOLY SHIT IZZY!" I yelled while in ecstasy. She pulled off, stood up, fixed her hair and cleaned her mouth then said "yum salty, my room midnight" And left my room. After a few minutes of coming back from the dead after that epic blowjob from Izzy, I picked out a pair of red shorts and a dark grey and black shirt, I sat of my bed and slipped on my vans then left for the living room. When I opened the door I was met with a view of pure beauty. Riley was standing there with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face " Riley... You're beautiful" I said, she was wearing a backless light blue dress that went down below her knees, she was obviously wearing some kind of bra that kept he breasts up so they looked like a D cup instead of the usual C. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail that draped over her right shoulder and she still had the daffodil from earlier in their day in its origanal spot above her right ear. " thank you max" she said as she wrapped her arms round my neck a gave me a long kiss before we headed out to the living room, as I turned I saw Ashley disappear into the living room with a look of jealousy, hate and disappointment on her face "There's my birthday girl" mum said as we entered the living room, Ashley sunk to the couch looking like she would burst into tears as Izzy eyeballed her from across the room, unlike the other girls, Ashley was wearing a dress that didn't expose her cleavage but still hugged her perfect ass, "God that ass is good" I said to myself, I slapped myself to forget what I just said and forced myself to remember what she did to me, but part of me just wanted to leave that in the past and get at that ass. My thought was broken as mum said "Gene and Tiffany will meet us there, we should get going", Mum was wearing a similar dress to Izzy but without a push up bra and showing much less cleavage. We packed into mums car and headed past the cinema where I had first sucked Ashley's tits, "fuck man pull yourself together" I said in my head, it was a 15 minute car ride to the resultant, when we got there Gene and Tiffany were already waiting for us in the car park. " "hello Gene" I said as I walked up to her and gave her a hug "hi Max how have you been?" "Yeah pretty good" I said looking at Riley as she giggled. Gene was wearing the same thing as Ashley and Tiffany was wearing a black skirt with a blue and white stripped singlet, which was a relief, no cock teases today... Besides Izzy, Riley and Ashley. We waited a couple of minutes to be seated, we were put on a table with 8 seats, Riley sat at one end on the side and motioned for me to set next to her, Izzy took the seat to my right, mum sat across from Riley, Gene sat across from me, Tiffany sat opposite a very unhappy Izzy and an upset Ashley got stuck between Izzy and Tiffany, at that moment I knew it was gonna be a long night. Tiffany imeadiatly sensed something wrong with Ashley and started digging into her as she did with me a week ago, "it's ok you can tell me I'm a physchiatrist" she said "please just leave me alone" Ashley said in an annoyed voice. As the quiz went on Ashley and Izzy got more and more frustrated until Izzy snapped "mind your own business and leave her alone" "Isabella!" Mum said with a stern face "but mum" she argued "no buts Izzy stop being rude and wipe that additude". Izzy just opened up her menu as did everyone else. The rest of the night at the reastulrant seemed to last forever. When we finally got home it was nearly 9 o'clock, everyone disappeared off to there rooms to get changed... Everyone except Riley and I, I looked into her deep green eyes until she could resist no more and latched onto my lips and explored my mouth with her tongue only breaking the kiss to say "max I want, I need you", but we were forced apart by the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, Riley went up to her room and I went to mine left with a raging hard on. After I took care of my problem I went back out to find all but Ashley watching Riley's favourite show. Izzy had changed into a white tank top and black leggings though and obviously wasn't wearing a bra as he big tits were half hanging out the sides of her tank top as she lay on the couch "holy fuck" I thought to my self and felt a twitching in my pants. Mum was wearing a night gown and her red dressing gown that made her look sexier then I had ever seen and Riley was wearing a greenish brown pyjama top with shorts that were so short that her ass cheeks spilled from the leg holes. I sat down next to her and she noticed the tent in my shorts, she put her head on my lap to hide it from mum. After the show finished mum said "I'm going to bed good night" she siad wth a yawn and headed upstaris Leaving Myself, Izzy and Riley alone. Riley straddled me as soon as mum left and stuck her toungue into my mouth. "Remember max, midnight" Izzy said and headed up stairs, not long after Riley got off me and headed for the stairs "later babe" and disappeared, so I got up and went to bed as well. When I reached my door I heard what I thought was crying coming from inside my room, I opened the door and sure enough there was Ashley, huddled up in the corner of my room wearing a black sports bra and shorts. "Ash" I said and walked over to her "I'm sorry max" she said looking up at me with tears streaming from her green eyes. "What happened" I said sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her, "He found out, someone told him I cheated on him" A little shocked and disturbed I asked "does he know who with?" "No, your safe" "What about you" I asked knowing slightly where this was going, "what did he do ash?" She lowered her legs to reveal a bruise the size of a fist on the left side of her ribs, I was filled with anger as I looked at the purple and blue bruise she had, "he hit me max" and she burst into tears again. I lifted her up and sat her on the bed "I'm telling Izzy that he hit you" she nodded and lay down, I stripped down to my boxes and got into bed with her and held her tight, until we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up at 11:59pm and got out of bed making sure not to disturb Ashley and went up to Izzy's room. " what the fuck" I said as I opened the door and got an instant hard, Riley had Izzy strapped to her bed completely naked and was fucking her with a giant dildo. "About time" Riley said as she plunged the dildo deep into Izzy's pussy causing a loud moan, then she flicked a switch and it started spinning inside her "oh fuck I'm gonna cum" she screamed "Did I give you permission to cum" I said pulling down my boxes. I walked over to her and grabed what was basically a drilldo from Riley's hand and pushed it in then out a few times "I'm gonna cum" Izzy srceamed as she started to squeal so I pulled it out "max what are doing!" She said in an annoyed and angry voice "did I say you could cum?" and slapped her pussy a few times which almost sent her over the edge. I stuck the dildo back in and pulled it back out straight away " please max please let me cum, "Riley suck her tits" I said, then I lifted up her plevis and stuck the dildo under her arse hole then pushed down on her pelvis and forced it into her hole the I rammed my dick deep into her pussy and smashed it against her cervix, "now you can cum" I said as she started shaking uncontrollably, the sounds of her scream mixed with the feel of the rotating dildo in her butt against my dick and her pussy clamping down on me sent me over the edge, I came for at least 30 seconds shooting 18 ropes of cum into her. "Holy shit max you fucked her unconscious" Riley said as she stopped rubbing Izzy's tits. "And now it your turn" I said with a still hard dick, she squealed as I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall to fuck her from behind with my hands over hers, "yes max fuck me fuck me hard" she said In between moans as her legs started to buckle. I forced her to the ground and put a pillow under her pelvis to lift her butt in the air then covered her hands with mine so she couldn't move then started fucking he g-spot like a wild animal "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" she squealed out as she came hard on my dick and I shot my second load into her. "I love you" I moaned into her ear as I continued to fill her, "I love you too" she said as she fell asleep. I got up off her and untied Izzy from her bonds, I removed the still spinning dildo from her ass then picked up Riley and i lay her down next to Izzy, I then got a pen and a piece of paper and wrote "Izzy I need to tell you something about Ash" then put my boxes back on and went back down to Ashley.
Title: 3 Gay Guys 1 Sleepover 2: Camping Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Group Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Teen Male / Teen Male Content: Oh I had just got off the phone with dom when suddenly Matt called. I answered and he asked me if me and Dom wanted to go camping with Chris, Kody, and Jack. Matt said that everyone was in except me. So I went downstairs and aked my parents. They said yea and I rushed back up to my room. I got back on the phone and said to matt yes I can go. He said Cool see you tomorrow. Now since me and 5 other guys are camping together I figured that I was gong to have the best time of my life. Tommorow came and matt pulled up everyone inside the car. I threw my stuff in the back and we were off. The Car ride felt like an eternity. Then after 4 hours of driving Matt’s Parents Dropped us off at the camp site we reserved. Matt’s parents said well come pick u boys back up in 2 days. Wow two days. Everyone grabbed their things and started to set up camp. Luckily we had a trailer so we wouldn’t be sleeping on the ground. After we finised camp we started a fire. We sat around for a bout an hour hen Kody stated that we should play truth or dare(Most Likely always dare). Kody being 5’5” and 165 lbs and being 14 started the game by asking Dom to take his shirt off. Dom heard and not to be called a sissy took of his shirt revealing his amazingly toned stomach. Then it was my turn. I dared matt to take of his pants. You probably can guess what he did. Then It was doms Turn. Dom dared Chris to Kiss Jack. Chris being a pretty short 14 year old pulled jack over and began kissing him. They didn’t stop and we just moved on to matt. Matt asked me to come take his shirt off. I got up from my chair and walked over to his pantsless body I said Hey matt a little chilly everyone laughed. Then I took off his shirt. As I began to take his shirt off it begn to rain. We ran into the trailer soaked. We all got on new clothes and went out to the living area. We turned on the tv and wateched it for awhile. By 11 aclock Jack, Kody and Chris had gone to sleep in the bunks. It was just me, matt, and dom. We walked into the bedroom and layed on the bed. Pretty tired we tried to fall asleep but couldn’t. Then Dom turned oover and began rubbing my chest. He then worked his way down my stomach to my crotch. He began rubbing my cock through my underwear. I let outb light moans of pleasure. Then suddenly I feel matt start kissing me on the neck. I began tom moan louder and louder then I told them to stop. They did and I rolled over ontop of matt and began to make out with him. Then dom reached over and grabed and started caressing my as. This made me so horny. Then I got off off matt and removed his shirt and pants to reveal black briefs that were very cute. Then I grabbed matt and began to lick his nipples. I concentrated on them because I new matt would love it. While I did this dom moved over and began licking my sack through my underwear. This made my cock go wild. Dom removed my boxers and began strking my cock. While dom did this I grabbed his dick and matts dick and began to stroke them. All of us weer moaning and talking dirty. O matt u sexy bitch rock my cock rock my cock. Oh dom shit dom I’m gonna cum ohn dom. Then unexpectedly dom took 1 finger and shoved it up my as. He moved it in then out this sentme over the top and I came all over matt. Matt begans to lick up all my cock juice. But dom didn’t stop. Then suddenly I elt a pain then I realized dom just shoved his now 6” dick into my as. I began to moan intensely. Then matt wanted to be fucked to so he spread his legas and I slowly inserted my dick into his hole. I was finally in and then I saw a tear fall from matts eyes. I asked if he was okay. Matt said that it was a tear of pleasure and that he wanted me to make him his bitch. So ibegan again. Me fucking matt and dom fing me was sending me over the edge. I new that I was to climax soon. Matt grabeed his dick and began to stroke it as I moved in and out. Then I felt matts as get really tight and he shot cum right onto my face. I thought that was amazing. But This was what sent me over the limit. I felt dom began to quicken knowing what was about to happen. Then sudden;ly I yealled hly fuck dom oh yea ofh and dom shot his load into my as. It was a feeling that I had only felt oncer before. While dom cam in my as. I shot my load into matts as. He let out scream after scream. And then we both pulled out. Us three just sat there and began to cool off. We all fell fast asleep cuddled together. We awoke to the sound of a bang I found out that matt had fallen off the bed and hit the floor. I was cuddled up with dom when I woke up. We Got dressed and walked out of the room. Jack and Kody were sitting were sitting at the table while jack was cooking breakfast. Kody asked so I heard a lot of commotion coming from your room last night what happened. Oh nothing just us having a pillow fight. Kody being a smartass said oh teally and I was dancing with a male model. We all had breakfast then took turns taking showers. While I was showering guys took my clothes so I walked from the showers back to site. They immediately showed me my clothes and I said I hate you guys you now come on. We all got our boots on and walked down the path to the beginning of the trail. We walked for a good three hours then stopped for lunch. Me and Dom both had to use the bathroom so we went to gether we walked around the tree and began to piss. We talked then suddenly dom kissed me on the lips. I said ave it for later. He said but I want you know. I said it would be suspicious so I walked away and he followed. We Began walking agin and made out of the trail by 6 acolck. We then made dinner and sat around the campfire this time we just sat and talked. Then at about 10 we all heded inside. We all sat around the tv and watched old school. We laughed had popcorn and soda than we all went to bed well at least hats wwhat kody thinks. At around 1 acolck at night jack and chris come into our room. Jack took chris and began to make out with hime. Matt had actually fallen asleep so I grabbed dom and began kissing him and grabbing his beautiful as. I removed his shirt and tossed him on the bed. We made out the I slowly removed his jeans revaling a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I began licking around his balls and cock. As he started to grow I got hornier and horniere. Then I felt matt wake up. He said what are u guys doing. He eventually realized what we were doing and joined in. He first removed his shirt the his pants revealing a pair of blue briefs. He removed those and begand kissing up and down my bck. Then dom removed his and my underwear revealing my now 6” inch cock. Matt reached around me and began stroking my cock. Dom and matt switched sides and dom began to lube up his dick. Then I felt a sharp pain I new that dom had just shoved his dick in my as. I let out moan after moan after moan. Then I felt matts lips start moving up and down my shaft. Jack and Chris by now have left the room. I elt dom begin to pick up the pace I began telling him oh yeah dom fuck yae fuck me bitch oh yeah fuck oh yea fuck me. Then matt stopped sucking and walked around behind dom. Matt lubed up his dick and began to shoveit into doms ass. Dom let out screams of pleasure which then made me scream. They both fucked in sync. Then I Heard dom go oh I’m gonna cum. I told dom I want it in my mouth this time. He pulled his cock out and I began to suck. Matt moaned then screamed and came in doms as. Then a few seconds after that I felt doms juice flowing into my mouth. I grabbed him and began to swap the cum. We all put our underwear back on and fell asleep. The Next morning we packed up camp. Then had breakfast. Then at about noon matts parents arrived. They hooked up the trailer and we went back home. When I Get More Ideas I will write a part 3 Thanks For the comments pon part 1
Title: 3 Gay Guys 1 Sleepover Part 1 Tags: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Group Sex, Hardcore, Male Solo, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Teen Male Content: Hi This Is A Fiction Story about Three Guys and 1 sleepover(One is 13 the others are 14) It was just like any other Friday just me, Matt, and Dom in 9th period. It was the last day of school and everybody was waiting for the bell. Finally when the bell rang everyone threw there papers in the air and ran out the room. Matt, Dom, and I ran out the school door and down to the road to my house. We got to my house and had chips and soda then went down to the basement. We Played Call Of Duty and Halo 3 for like 5 hours then we got bored. I asked Matt and Dom if they wanted to spend the night. They all called their parents and all of them say yes. It was about Nine at night and we went on the computr. We watched videos on you tube then got the idea to look at some porn. We went to 89.com and watched gay porn for like an hour.(All Three of Us were gay or Bi) We all had hardons when suddenly Dom unbuttons his jeans and starts rubbing his crotch. Eventually me and Matt followed suit. Then dom asked if he could masturbate and we said we didn’t care. After 5 minutes all of us were jacking off. Dom said he had to go to the bathroom. Me and Matt Guessed he wanted to get it out in private. Me and Matt both came and buttoned up our jeans. We watched movies until we herd my parents go to bed. Me and Matt were on the Pullout bed and dom was on the mattress. We talked until 1 then I got an idea. Why don’t all of us give each other blowjobs. Evry one agreed Dom jumped up onto the bed and removed his jeans revealing a sexy pair of red boxer briefs with a 6 inch hardon, Matt removed his pants revealing stwie boxers with a 5 ½ inch hard on. Then I removed my jeans and revealed my blue boxer briefs and a 6 inch hard on. I sarted by grabing matts dick through his boxers. He let out a light moan. Dom grabbed my pacage and played with my cock. then dom removed his boxers and I sucked his dick he let out moans of passion then I felt the most pleasurable thing ever Matt started suckin my cock like a lollipop it was like a hot and steamy sauna on my dick. Then matt gabbed his own dick and started to move up and down his shaft. Aftre five minutes of deep throating dom. Dom released his cum all over my face and in my mouth it tasted like a milky salty mixture. I sucked up all his come. Then I felt my climax coming and blew up in matts mouth me and hime swapped my cum in both our mouths. I swallowed all of it since matt didn’t like the taste. We just sat there for an hour waiting for round 2. Finally we were ready for round 2 but to our dismay matt had fallen asleep. Me and Dom went down onto his mattress and began making out. I grabeed his nice butt and moved 1 finger around his crack. He jumped I asked him if he wanted to have real sex. He thought about it for a second then agreed. He removed my Boxers and made out with me then he followed by removing his boxers. He Laid on his back and lifted up his legs. I got on my knees and spat in my hand. I rubed iton my dick and around and inside his virgin as hole. I got my head in and I asked him if he was alright he said he was fine so I got my hole dick in his as and he tightednd up like a pump. I moved in and out he let out loud moans of pain and pleasure. O ryan fuc me oh ryan fuck meeee harder oh god I’m your bitch. This went on for five minutes until I felt my cock tense up and I came in his as. He let out screams I coverd his mouth to lesen the sound. I pulled out and he turned me around on my back and quickly shoved his dick in my as. He pulled out and then back in I screamed “Oh Dom fuck me bitch oh fuck yeah” it was thye greatest feeling ever. Aftre awhile I grbed my dick and started jacking while down picked up his pace. Dom was moving really fast now and he said he was about to come before I could say don’t do it im my he came in as. I hurt like the mother dickens. He pulled out and we went into the bathroom to clean off. I got in the shower first then dom followed. I asked him to wash me first. He started at my ankles and washed up my legs then he got to my hole and cleaned that out. My butt tensed up so much he couldn’t even get his finger in so he reached around and rub my crotch area.He finished and I cleaned him. We just stayed in the shower and made out then we got out dried off and made our way back to our beds. I cuddled matt next to me and dom went on the other side. We all fell asleep. I woke up to Dom on top of me and matt’s hand on my side with a morning boner. It was about eleven o clock we all went upstars and ate breakfast. Around 12 matt and Dom left my house. I went back down to my basement and went on the computer i played world of warcraft then watched videos on youtube. Then i got a call from dom. He asked if i wanted to have phone sex. I areed. He started moaning into the phone and i evntually did too. I got a major hard on and began rubbing my cock. Dom began saying oh yeah ryan fuck me oh fuck yaeh oh great. I felt my climax coming. a few seconds later i came all over my self and so did dom. I hung up the phone and took a shower. I will contiue this in a part 2 please comment
Title: 3 Gay Guys 1 Sleepover part 3 Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Group Sex, Hardcore, Teen Male / Teen Male Introduction: Last part we just got done camping now i'm 15 dom is 14 and matt is 13 Content: It was not long before I was home from camping. My butt was a little sore but I walked into my house. School went by fast day after day then finally it was the last day of the 8th grade. We went to school for an award ceremony the to the dance. At The dance I danced and patyed. At 7 oclock I invited dom and matt to come over for the weekend. They called their parents and they all said yes. We ran to my dad’s car and hoped in. We got to my house and ranup to my room. We turned on the Xbox and began playing call of duty. We killed people for like two hours then got bored. Matt began to undress. He asked me if I had some clothes he could borrow. Imsaid yea grab what u want. Matt was completely naked and me and Dom becamenvery horny. Matt grabbed a pair of blue briefs and a pair of sweat pants. Matt jumped on his mattress and began to listen to music. Me and Dom being horny and all. Stripped down to just our underwear. Me and Him just made out passionately for a good five minutes. Then we removed each others boxers and made our way over to the bed we got under the covers and made out agin. Dom was feeling me up when matt stripped and joined us. We just made out then matt began moving his lips down doms stomach and then to his erect dick. Matt wraped his lips around doms dick and began to bob up and down. I moved over and s wrapped my lips around matts cock. He began tom moan choke because he was sucking dom. Then out of nowhere dom began to put his wet hot lips around my dick. Oh it felt amazing. Him just moving up and down up and down. Oh I could barely take anymore theni told dom that I was about to come he said go ahead. So he bobbed up and down and I squirted all over his face and inside his mouth Then I felt matts cock tense up and he shot one of the largest amounts of cum I had ever had. I swapped it with dom. Then dom began to pulse and buck and he shot his load into matt. Matt me and dom shared our cum and made out. After resting for 10 minutes we went to take a shower. Wre Got dried off and each wen to my underwear drawer and picked out a pair we got into bed and cuddled. At around 3 in the morning I got up and went to my computer. A few minutes later matt got up 2. He waked over and began massaging my shoulders. Then I got up rom the chair and beganmaking out with him. I threw him down ontp his mattress and began kissing his nipples. I worked my way down to his belly button then down to his crotch. I licked and kissed all over. He eventually began to get hard. Matt began kissing my neck than moved down to my nipples I began moaning and controlling his head. Imoved his head down to my crotch and he began kissijng it. We kiswed each others crotch for awhile then I removed my bxers and his and grabeed the lube of the table. I rubbed up my dick and his a hole. I began slowly pushing in. In saw matt was in pain because he teared like the last time. I was finally iin then I pulled out andn pushed back in. I picked up the pace and matt began saying oh RYAN OH YEAH FUCK ME OH RYAN POND MY ASS FUCK ME I’m YOUR BITCH OF FUCK YEAH. I began to go so fast thyat I began to persperate. Then I felt my climax coming. I moved in then out five more timeds then I told matt I’m cumming. He screamed as each stream of cum shot at hs prostate. We layed next to eachother for a good five minutes. Thenit was matts turn he lubed up his cock the lubed up my ass hole. Then he quicklty pushed in luckly I wasn’t tight so I didn’t hurt. Matt moved in and out and with every thrust I moaned and moaned and moaned then matt began to quicken his pace by now I was screaming OH MATT OH FUCK YEAH MY AS IS ON LOCKDOWN I’m YOUR BITCH COME ONFUCK ME OH YEAH FUCK. The Matt screamed in pleasure and unleshed a monster amount of cum into my ass. We both layed next to each other and put our boxers back on. We cuddled and ell asleep. WE awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes. We ran downstairs and ate some pancaes. We then each took showers then got our swimsuits on. We allmjumpedmin the pool and went of the diving board. We then got out and got our workout clothes on. We walked down to the local YMCA and woked out. We got to the locker room and met up with Jack and Chris. I asked them if they wanted to come over. They all agreed and we ran back to my house. By now it was 4 and we played tackle fottball. It was me maat and jack vs chris dom and Kyle my next door neighbor who was only 11. Our team won the game and began celebrating. Atb around six we went inside and had dinner. Then we ran upastars and wrestled. It was me Vs Dom ffirst dom pinned me. The it was Chris vs Matt. Matt won by tap out. Then It was Jack vs Kyle. They wrestled for like five minutes then kyle gave in. all of us being tired walked over to the computer and went of youtube. We watched funny videos until about 9 oclock then kyle and chris had to leave. Jack Dom and Matt were staying over. We played Halo 3 for a good two hours then watched a movie. Matt and Jack had fallen asleep so me and dom went on the computer. We went to Skeezy.com and watched hardcore porn. Then dom began moving his hand up and down my thigh. I began to get aboner. Then I grabbed doms crotch and began rubbing his area he was getting hard aswell. I removed his shirt and began rubbing his nipples and kissng his neck. He then beagn reaching inside my pants and grabbed my dick. He began to move his hand up and down my shaft. Then I said stop. He said why. I told him I want to have a 4 way. He said okay so we woke jack and matt up. They were like whatb the hell we were trying to sleep fags. We asked hey want to have a foursome tonight they all agreed. Every body stripped down and began to make out then I took dom and threw him on the bed. I spread his legs and shoved my cock in his hole. He let out a couple small moans thn said keep going fuck my as. Then I felt matt come from behind and shoved his dick into my as. Then jack shoved his dick in my ass 2. It was one of the most pleasureable feelings ever having 2 dicks moving in and out of your butt. Not after long dom began stroking his cock. I began to tense up and felt my climax coming before I had the chance to cum dom came allo over his chest and face. Then I came in his bowels and shot creamy loads into his ass. Then ifelt both matt and doms dicks tense up and they both at the same time shot their loads into my ass. I screamed in pkeasure and then stopped. Jack got under my ass and began to drink all the cum coming out my ass. I licked up doms cum then began to swap it with matt. Then we decided to turn this 4 some into a gangbang. We through jack on the bed and lubed upour cocks. Me and Dom called his ass and matt called his mouth. Then both me and dom shoved our dicks slowly into jacks ass. The matt began to put his dick into his mouth. Jack Began to scream as much as he could. Me and dommoved in and out in sync. Then the felling of my cock rubbing against doms made me cu inside jacks ass. I came in his ass then dom. It wasn’t long after thatb then matt shot his load into his outh I swapped matts cum with jack and dom. Then we got cleaned and fell asleep.
Title: 3 Gay Guys 1 Sleepover Part: 4 GRant, T, and Mike Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Group Sex, Hardcore, Male Solo, Teen, Young Introduction: This is the 4th instalment of The Story of Ryan(14) Dom(13) and Matt(14) Content: Matt and Dom Left. I got on the computer and aimed with matt and dom. We talked then dom asked if we wanted to go over to his house. Well I thought about and said yes. I packed up some clothes and a sexy black jockstarp. I figured they would like that. I had my mom drive me over to doms house. At around 2 matt arrived. We walked down to the local YMCA and went swimming agin. This time when we were done a 12 year old named Mike. He had the body of an angel. We walked on him completely naked and said wow that is one big cock. This kid was twelve years old with a large cock. We were stunned that a 12 year old was larger than us. We all got changed then dom went over to mike and asked if he wanted to come over to his house. Mike said sure and we left. We walked back to doms house and played football. Me and Matt vs Dom and Mike. The Game was tied 7-7 then dom talked me to the ground and didn’t get up. He just layed ontop of me and just stayed there. I began to get a boner and I felt that he was already hard. All of us ran inside and decided tomhave an underwear wrestling match. Dom vs Me was the first match. He wore a grey jockstrap and I wore my black one. I fell ontop of dom and he kissed me on the cheek. He then began kissing my neck and moved to my nipples. I began to rub his crotch. He then began kissing down my stomach and began licking my crotch. He then went down to my blls then he reached my as hole. He swirled his tongue around there and I let out moan after moan. Then He removed his jockstarp and began to insert his dick into my ass. Then I called over matt to me I removed his boxers and shoved his dick in my mouth he began to moan and moan. Then Dom was fully in and I let iout as small scream moan. Then Mike came over to my crotch and began sucking my cock. Oh I was being gangbanged and it put me over the edge. I began to feel dom and matt beging to quicken and then matt’s cock pulsed then he shot his cum into my mouth. I swallowed it then suddenly I felt both my and dom’s cock pulse and almost at the same time we both came. I felt the hot lipquid hitting my prostate and I began moaning reall loud while shooting my own juice into mikes mouth. We all got our clothes back on and went downstairs. At around 8oclock mike had to leave. So it was just me dom and matt alone. We ran upstairs and played truth or dare. First matt was up he asked me to do a striptease then give him a lapdance. I began removing my clothes and dancing really sexually. Dom and Matt both had enormous hard ons. Then I walked over to matt in just my js and began to dance right infron t of his face. Then I got on his lap and began arousing him. Then It was donms turn. Dom asked matt to strip naked. Matt stood up then removed his clothes. Then we were like what the hell we all now this is gonna end with u s having sex so lets just dom it. I grabeed dom and threw him onto his bed. I lubed up my cock and his a hole. Then I slowly pushed in athen pulled out. Then I felt matt shove his dick into my ass. I moved in and out of dom penetrating and being penetrated. Dom was moaning matt was moaning I was screaming oh matt oh fuck yeah oh fuck yeah fuck my ass hit my prostate oh yeah. Then I began to go really fast then I felt matt tense up and he came in my asss. Then I said oh dom I’m goona cum oh dom I’m cumming and I shot itin his ass. Dom began screaming and I pulled out. Then Dom threw matt on the bed and shoved his dick into his ass. I stoodon the side and masturbated. After a good fivem minutes of fucking screaming and moaning I stuck matts cock in my mouth and sucked away then my favorite part matt came in my mouth and while dom fucked him I swapped his cum with dom. Then dom overwhelmed with sexual energy pulled out a shot his load all over me and matt. Matt rolled over and began licking up doms cum. And dom licked the cum of of matt. We just sat there for awhile and talked about stuff. Then we fell passionately asleep. We awoke to the sound of a powersaw. Doms dad was building a shed. We slowly got our clothes on and walked downstairs. We had breakfast the headed out for a run. We Ran a mile then returned back to doms house. While sitting on the grass Atilio and Grant walked over. Grant said hey ryan I said hi. house. We got their and was immediately introduced to Marc atilio’s little bro. He was very cute and had the eyes of an angel. We went out into the backyard and grabbed some sodas. We lied about talking about girls since grant and Atilio were Bisexual so they liked girls and guys. After talking T’s dad came and asked us what we wanted for dinner. We answered chicken or burgers. After we ate we walked around the neighborhood then stopped at Curry Freeze. We then had ice cream and heded back home. We got back and walked down to atilios Basement. We palyed Gears Of War 2 and CODWAW. By the time we relized it was 12 oclock. Grant had fallen asleep aswell as matt. So it was me T and Dom. Dom left and went to the computer. Me and Atilio heard two guys moaning and looked over at the computer. Dom was watching porn. So me and atilio talked about relationships and stuff. Then I kissed him on thelips he was like okay and began kissing me back. Then we broke out into a fullblown makeout session. I was grabbing his cute ass and he was rubbing my crotch then dom realized what we were doing and joined in. He began grabbing my as and kissing my neck. Then Grant and Matt woke up they walked over and began to make out. Me and atilio stopped kissing and I remoed his shirt and pants revealing a pair of cute black briefs. I began kissing his nipples then moved down and down unti I reached his crotch I kissed his dick and balls through his underwear than I slowly bit the waistband and pulled them off. I shoved his dick into my mouth and began to deepthroat his 6” dick. I bobbed up and down while attilio began moaning and moaning then I took my finger and shoved it into his ass. He was screaming oh yaeh oh yeah ryan I’m gonna cum oh I’m gonna cum. Hen he bucked and he shot his load in my mouth. While this was going on dom matt and grant were anal fuckingn and sucking. They finished up and we swaped people I grabed dom and threw him on the mattress. I began kissing his navel and moved down to hs crotch then I removed his boxers. I began sucking his dick then I turned around and sat on his dick. His dick penetrated my ass and it felt so good. Then Grant came over and beagn sucking my cock. As I moved up and down doms cock grant sucked way I was beginning to moanloudly and louder then I couldn’t take it anymoe I came all over grants mouth the dom bucked and pulsed then shot his load into myn ass. Dom pulled out and we all got our clothes back on and fell aslepp.
Title: 3 Gay Guys i Sleepover Part 5 summer camp Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Boy / Boy, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Gay, Group Sex, Threesome Content: It was the last week of summer and me and my friends were going to a summer camp. It was me, Dominick, Matt, Joe, Eric, and Anthony. Our parents made us go cause they were going on a cruise for the week. When we arrived we were assigned to bunk houses ours was bunkhouse 34 which included me and my friends and two other boys both age 12 named Brandon and Greg. They were two of the cutest kids i had ever seen. when we got to our bunkhouse we unpacked our clothes. After we left for dinner we came back and went swimming while changing i notice the 12 year old have hard ons in their adorable blue briefs. Dom out of the blue goes hey i think those kids are curious. "No shit dumb ass" so i walked over to them in my blue boxer briefs and ask them if they wanted to have some fun. They didn't realize that fun mean't having sex. I pulled them over to where we were and we stripped in front of them. Their faces were frozen in awe of how much bigger our dicks were then theres. we all put our suits on and left for the lake. after about three hours we came back. we were all tired so we decided to call it a night. i changed out of my suit and put on a new pair of red briefs and got in my bunk. i couldn't help but stare at everyone while they were changing. Dom was wearing briefs along with the others with the exception of eric and anthony. after we got in bed we fell asleep. Then at about two i feel someone tapping my shoulder its greg. he had a nightmare and asked to sleep with me i said why not so he got in with me. his perfectly round ass was rubbing against my briefed erection. after i had fallen asleep if feel something touching me all over its Greg. I acted like i was still asleep to see what he would do. Then i feel the covers fly off and there's Matt standing there too. Matt began rubbing my thighs then worked his way up to my crotch. he then pulled down my briefs and licked my shaft. oh it felt so good. i then woke up and scared them i said why did you stop so i grabbed Greg and began to make out with him i grabbed his little dick through his tighty whities making him moan a little. them i grabbed matts briefs and pulled them down. i was stroking both of them till matt said he wanted to go all the way again. by now everyone was up due to the ruckuss. Dom was kissing Brandon and Eric and Anthony were kissing as well. I licked matt's ass then i told Greg to penetrate matt he didn't understand so i showed him. then he came around and shoved his 4 inch penis into matt. Then without warning i shoved my dick into gregs ass. he groaned and i could see a tear so i stopped and let him relax then i slowly pushed in and out which cause him to go in and out of matt. after 5 minutes of intense fucking i feel my orgasm coming the suddenly Greg's ass tenses up causing me to go over the edge and i came in his ass. i pulled out and went to matts front and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth. then Greg pulled out and shot a clear liquid all over matts back. he was wondering why his wasn't white so i told him that hes just not that mature yet. we all cooled down and took showers then we went back to sleep. The next day we went through our scheduled activities we the went to the shower house to clean up. while stripping down i grab everyones underwear and give it a sniff. oh god i love the smell of underwear. then i stripped and joined everyone in the showers. as usual i went down on Dom this time i started sucking his dick then Matt came over and i stroked him. after a few minutes i grab Dom and put him on a bench i have him suck my cock then I licked his asshole all over. then i shoved my 6 incher into his ass oh he was so tight. I pushed in then pulled out. he was moaning and saying oh ryan fuck my ass oh god i'm your bitch oh fuck my ass harder harder. then i started yelling oh i'm gonna cum i pull out and shoot my load all over his body. then he used my cum as lube and returned the favor oh how good his dick felt in my ass it was so awesome he turned me on my side and lifted my leg up. he then shoved back in and began his crazy pace oh my god i was in heaven then i grabbed brandon and began fucking the shit out of him while dom fucked me ow i was in heaven again then dom pulsed and shot his load deep in my ass i pulled our of brandon and sucked him till he came all over my stomach. then i showered and put doms dirty briefs on oh i felt so dirty. Then we left to go to the bonfire. at the fire we roasted marshmellows then we left. when we got back we played some xbox then played truth or dare. I started i dared Greg to make out with Dom so he did then Greg told me to give him a striptease so i slowly removed my clothes till i was only in my tommy hifliger briefs he had a raging hard on. the Dom asked everyone if they wanted to smoke some weed he got. we were all down except for the 12 year olds they stayed back and from noise we heard probably had sex again. but we stoned out of our minds made our way back inside and fell asleep in eachothers bed cuddle close in just our underwear.
Title: 3 Gay Guys Part 6: A New Beginning Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay, Group Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen, Teen Male / Teen Male, Threesome, Virginity, Young Introduction: Probably the best one so far...... Content: Three Months After Part 5... It was the first day of the 10th Grade. Everyone was extremely happy to see their friends and find their classes. I found Matt and Dom sitting at a picnic table in the courtyard. I joined them and we compared schedules. We had all the same classes except me(Honors Science, Honors English, AP Global) from this you can see that i was the smarter one out of my friends. So the first bell rang and we reported to homeroom where we were assigned lockers, All three of us put our lockers right next to eachother. Then we headed off to our first class(Gym). We get inside the gymnasium and see that there were alot of hot girls and guys in all grades. There was Jennifer Fox with her c-cups and Ray Fox with his extremely cute face and bubble butt.(I no this cause i saw him naked once, He's pretty big down below too) We walked to the bleachers and we met our gym teachers. Me Mattt and Dom were assigned to Olson. He said that we will be starting swimming in two weeks. and that we had to wear school issued uniforms. Two weeks later....... We arrived in Gym and put our stuff in the locker room. Then we started changing. Right off the bat i notice that there weren't a lot of kids wearing boxers. They were either wearing briefs or trunk briefs. Mainly brands like American Eagle, Calvin, Even Cin2. I stripped down to my blue Clavin trunks and notice that Ray Fox is checking me out. I also noticed that he had a bump in his shorts. I began to give him a little strip tease. Then i turned and saw Matt in his calvin's and dom in his ringer briefs. Then they strip naked. Our swimming uniform was two choices Speedo or Jammer. Everyone took Jammers except the swimmers like me matt dom ray jeff and blake all on the swim team. After that class we got out of the pool and headed back to the locker room. we headed for the showers and showered. Then we got dressed. After everyone had left it was just me Ray and Dom. I walk over to Ray and ask why were you checking me out? He answered: I think your really hot. I blushed and immediately planted my lips on his. He hesitated then gave in. I took off his shirt revealing a six pack and no hair. I kiss down his neck and suck on his nipples. By now dom has left leaving us alone. Ray takes my shirt off and feels my abs and kisses down my stomach till he reached my shorts. He untied the belt and unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down revealing my briefs. He rubbed my dick through the fabric and i was softly moaning. Then he stood me up and pulled down my undies. He took my balls into his mouth one at a time oh i was in heaven. Then he licked my shaft and engulfed my 6 inch cock. He began bobbing and deep throating me. he just kept bobbing up and down till i push him off. I lay him down on the bench and remove his shorts to reveal the skimpiest briefs i had ever seen. I ripped those off and engulfed his 7 inch dick. I literally wasn't even tryin that hard but after like three minutes he blew his load. I figure he did this cause he was a virgin yes virgin. I swallow his cum then flip him over. I put on a condom and slowly penetrated his ass. "Holy shit your tight Ray" Ray was just relaxing and moaning. I was finally in i pumped slowly and then gradually picked up my pace to where you can hear my balls slapping his ass. Oh god ray you ass is so tight oh my god i love you then he says "I love you too" at that moment we became Best Friends. I filped him over and furiously pumped of my god ray i'm going to bust a nut. oh here it comes. I pull out take off the condom and blast cum shots all over his stomach and face. I lick up my own cum and share it with him. We got changed and headed to period 4 cause we skipped 3. Four days later..... I call Dom, Matt, and Ray to come over and chill. Ray was the first one to arrive. Then Matt and Dom came together. Something was weird though they were holdin hands. I asked why you holding his hand Dom says yea were now dating. I thought well aint that cute. They took off their shoes and we went out back. We decided to go swimming but had nothing to wear so we went in just our briefs. I had just got my brand new pair of underwear from Diesel via mail. My mom had no idea. Seeing as my parents were gone for the week i had accuired 5 grams of white widow and 2 grams of Kush from my cousin(Grower) I whipped out my bowl and lighter and immediately lit up. After about 2 grams we wear all fucked up we got out of the pool and headed to my room. Everyone grabbed a pair of undies. Dom grabbed My favorite pair of underwear My Aussiebum Wonderjock briefs. Those were so hard to get. I had to pick up the package at the post office so my mom wouldn't know. Then Matt grabbed a pair of White Calvin's. Ray brought his own clothes and a pair of Jockey red ringer briefs that looked especially sexy on him. Dom then put on his briefs and i noticed that his bulge was huge cause of the pouch. We just all laid on my brand new king bed. After 5 minutes Ray and Matt had passed out so me and dom walked downstairs to my living room. Then we turned the TV on. After 5 minutes we hear the other two come down stairs. Then Dom got up and immediately begam making out. I Grabbed Ray and pulled his red briefs off and began to blow his dick. He got immediately hard. I bobbed a couple more times then he pulled my briefs down and bobbed on my cock. Then i ask him to fuck me in the ass. I Rested my back on the couch and lifted an spread my legs. Ray then began rimming my ass. Oh it was awesome then he pushed his cock deep into my ass. He began to pump at extreme speeds After 5 minutes of fucking he began to say oh ryan i'm gonna cum oh god i love your ass oh god here it comes then he shot his load deep into my ass. He then let his cock go flaccid and licked all the cum out of my ass. I walk over to Dom and Matt and ask Matt if i can fuck dom. Matt says go ahead. So I lubed my cock and shoved it deep into his ass. Every time i pumped he would moan in happiness oh ryan oh fuck my ass oh god i'm your bitch oh fuck yea. Then i feel Matt begin to lick my ass hole like Ray did oh my god i was so overwhelmed i blew my load inside of dom. I pulled out and matt replaced my cock with his. Then I walk over to chris and we put our briefs back on and made out. Then after a few minutes we hear matt say oh i'm gonna cum. Then we hear matt orgasm and pull out of dom. They put their briefs on and cuddled. We all fell asleep.
Title: 3 girls fart on me Tags: Fantasy Introduction: Found this one on the net, not sure whee it came from but enjoy. Content: I was staring up at a bright light, surrounding by giggling. I'd just been tackled to the ground, and the next thing I knew, my arms were being handcuffed with foam velcro handcuffs and I was secured to a very hefty piece of furniture. "Make sure you get both his hands tight under there!" I heard Abby squeal. "I don't want him getting free and crying to mommy." I saw Cassie grin devilishly down at me, straddling my chest as she made sure my arms were wrapped around the leg of the giant metal case in the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice her workout shorts riding up her thighs, flashing a touch of pink cotton from her panties. Even though I was nervous, I couldn't help but be a little aroused. Unfortunately, that would quickly pass as I realized the tortures these girls had in store for me... "Come on guys, please let me go... PLEASE! I know that... look, I know I messed up, but seriously, what are you doing?" I struggled wildly at the bindings that effortlessly held my upper body in place. I heard scraping across the carpet, and craned my neck upwards to see what was going on. I got a quick glimpse of Taylor sliding the futon towards my feet as Cassie slid forward a little bit, pressing her white cotton gym shorts into my face. I immediately noticed how potent she smelled. "Ooooh Bradly!" Cassie moaned in a sarcastically sexy tone, grinding down on me playfully. Then she giggled. "God, I bet I smell totally ripe!!" Taylor laughed. "Oh I KNOW I do! It was sooo hot out today." she said, trying to stifle her girlish giggle. I felt something at my feet and realized Abby was attaching the same kind of cuffs around my ankles and threading them through the futon frame. In a panic I started to shout but I was completely muffled by Cassie's sweaty crotch. I started to gasp for hair and thrash as hard as I could. Abby laughed. "Mm, I don't think you're going anywhere. Besides you know what happens if I tell mom what we found. Face it, there's no escape..." Maybe I should back up. This whole damn thing started because of my stupid friend Mark. It was the 4th of July and I decided to go hang out with him in the park and play some guitar, you know just hang out. Well next thing I know, we're at some dude's house and they're passing around a joint. So I thought "what the hell" and smoked some. And man, it was good shit. So I bought a $10 sack to enjoy later. It was getting pretty late, plus I was stoned and the people at this house were getting kinda crazy, so I decided to grab my guitar and bike home. My sister Abby is 18, and she had begged my parents to let her go to a party at her friend's house, so the last thing I expected as I headed down the stairs to the basement that we shared was her and her 2 volleyball barbie friends sitting on my futon playing my XBox. "Oh hell no! Move your butts out of here now. Come on. Go." I pointed towards my sister's half of the basement and sternly looked at Taylor and Cassie. Taylor was 18, 5'4" and had long light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and pale white skin. She had a super hot body for a 16 year old, big C cup perky tits, and I'd definitely noticed her before, if you know what I mean. Cassie was 15 and almost as hot, but there was something about her that was just so cute. She was blonde and always seemed kind of bratty to me. 5'2", slightly bigger ass than Taylor, nice perky tits, a little smaller than Taylor's, and tan skin. Abby was 5"6' and had strawberry blonde hair, all the guys thought she was gorgeous, but you know, I thought she was kinda ewgh. Well what do you expect, she's my sister! Cassie immediately jumped up and ran over to me, throwing her arms around me. "Hiii Brad!!! Happy 4th!" She giggled a little, and then I noticed her do something weird. She put her face against me chest and I heard her sniffing. "BRAD!! You smell like MARIJUANA!! Cassie oh my god, I think he's stoned!!" she jumped back and stared up into my eyes, an evil grin spreading over her face. Instantly, Abby sprung up and darted over to the door by the stairs and went rifling through my guitar bag. Sure enough, she found my $10 sack. "GOD DAMNIT MARK!" I thought to myself as I started to panic. "Okay, okay. It's okay. Just... I'll make her bed and do her laundry, she won't tell..." I continued rationalizing with myself. "Holy shit Brad! When mom finds out about this she's gonna KILL you!" "NO! Okay, look. This is fucked up. It's a one time thing, I just wanted to try it and it was all my friend's idea! Please don't tell mom... Come on! I'll do your chores and whatever else you want." She looked at me for a minute, and an evil smirk came over her face. "Uh oh..." I thought. "Anything...?" The way she asked gave me chills. "Uhh, ye.. yeah. Yes. Anything." I gulped silently as she casually strolled across the basement to my futon, sitting down in between Taylor and Cassie. She leaned into Taylor and whispered something to her. A look of pure shock came over her face and she shot a glance over at me, then stared at my sister. "Are you serious??" Then she kind of giggled, but through a look of slight concern. Cassie looked at Taylor, confusion on her face. Then Abby whispered something to her and she just started grinning ear to ear. "Oh HECK yes! I'm so down. Come on come on..." Then, as if in some twisted horror movie, they all slowly turned their gaze to me and just stared, as if sizing me up. "Okay. You're going to let us play your XBox." "Fine, play it!" I said, almost interrupting her. "Oh, we will. BUT, you also have to let us tie you down and make fun of you while we play." Her eyes glistened as she said it, and she narrowed her eyes a little at me, as if daring me to disagree. Honestly, it was kind of weird, but mom would seriously pitch a fit if she found this shit on me, so I agreed. Actually, I was expecting something much worse. I planned to just try and pass out once I was laying down. I sighed, and looked at my sister. "Fine..." Cassie and Abby squealed and jumped up, while Taylor stayed back at the futon. Cassie immediately started pulling on my arm and positioned me in the center of the basement and pushed both her hands down and against my chest, and I sat back on the floor. And that's pretty much were I think we came in. Now that you have the background story, let's continue on to what was the worst 4th of July of my entire life... I know I had agreed to this, and they had some serious dirt, but as Cassie laughed and shook her hips back and forth, bouncing my face between her thighs, I was starting to wish I'd made a different choice. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad, in fact it was kind of hot, except that this teenage girl smelled so potent, I almost got light headed just from the smell, let alone the lack of oxygen as she smothered me absentmindedly in her damp white cotton gym shorts. Finally after what felt like forever, she slid back and sat heavily on my chest, looking down at me. She placed her grey and pink sneakers on either side of my head and rested her chin on her knees. "Aww, he looks so cute down there!" Taylor came into view, standing over my head. She looked down at me, shaking her head a little. "Are we seriously going to do this?" "Oh come ON Kel, don't back out on us now!" Abby said in a condescending tone. "I'm not, I just... it seems kind of cruel, I mean we played two volleyball games today and it was like 100 degrees out, and we biked all over town and marched in the parade and just... also I haven't had a chance to shower in the last couple of days..." Cassie busted out laughing. "REALLY? Me either... I was thinking about that too, but doesn't that just make it even better??" Her eyes lit up as she viciously slid forward again and rubbed her crotch on my nose without warning. "MMMM, smell smell smell! Yummy yum yum!" She squealed in a girlish giggle, then settled down on my face for a few seconds. I don't know if she felt it, or planned it, or what, but my nose was literally pressed into her pussy lips and the smell was out of this world. I started to whimper and whine into her shorts and I heard her moan a little. "Ohh Bradly, it feels so good when you scream against my wet panties..." "Cassie!!" Abby laughed but sounded sounded shocked at the same time. "Come on, that's my brother... ew?" All three girls laughed and Cassie slid back off my face, sitting on my lower chest again. I started gasping for breath and saw my opportunity. I looked up at Cassie pitifully, still gaping. "Please.... please, no more, you just said you were gonna tie me up and play my XBox... I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry I don't mean to be mean, but.... christ, you STINK!" Cassie looked down at me, and I saw some pity come across her face. A ray of hope maybe...? "Brad. Bradley Bradley Bradley. You can't take any more? Silly boy. We haven't even BEGUN yet!" Then Taylor kneeled down next to my head. "You guys, he looks so pitiful tied up here, maybe we should just..." then she wrinkled her nose. "PEE YEW girl, you REEK!" she looked up at Cassie and immediately jumped up to her feet. "Oh shut up bratface, I bet you smell just as bad as me." Taylor looked down at me, and the mercy she was showing for me slowly changed into a smirk, then a grin, and finally she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, you guys are right... this is gonna be too fun..." My heart sank. My one hope. I'd always suspected Taylor had a crush on me, and I thought maybe she would save me from this god-awful predicament. I was wrong. Oh was I wrong. All this time I thought Cassie was a bitch, and it was Taylor who turned out to be the little brat from hell... "Oh, by the way, Abby didn't tell you one key part of your agreement to be tied up and let us play your XBox. While we play, we all get to take turns sitting on your face." She broke into a little giggle as she said the last words of the sentence. My eyes darted open wide and I started thrashing harder than ever before. "NOO! HELLLP! PLEASE NO, LET ME OUT!! HELLLLLLPPP!!!" Abby lunged forward and covered my mouth with her hands while Cassie grabbed the remote and cranked the volume on the TV up. "No one's going to help you little brother." Abby said through clenched teeth. "You're our little bitch. We're in the basement, the TVs on super loud, and mom is out at the Lyle's 4th of July BBQ. Remember last year? She got drunk and passed out there. I'm sure she won't be home anytime soon, and if she is, she's going straight to bed. Now quit screaming or I'll give you something to scream about." Then I felt a pressure on my balls and I realized she was squeezing them. I groaned in pain and looked up at her sadly, nodding my head to show that I understood. "Oooh, I wanna touch his balls..." Cassie said. Abby shot Cassie a dirty look and Cassie just giggled. Taylor looked down at me with eager, hungry-looking eyes. This was not going to be good... Abby slowly removed her hands from my mouth, making a soft cooing "shhhh" sound. "Hey, shouldn't we gag him? You know, to make sure he doesn't yell again, and... you know, to make sure he smells us... down there...?" I couldn't believe my ears. Sweet Taylor was turning on me! "Great idea Kel!" Cassie chirped. What should we use?" Taylor immediately shouted "dirty socks!" Abby giggled. "No no, I've got a bunch of dirty panties in my hamper." "No, it's gotta be fresh." Cassie said. "Either socks or panties, but they have to be off of one of us right now." The girls all hmmed and looked at each other curiously. "Well, I'm not wearing socks." Abby said. And I don't think my g-string is going to make a good gag." They all laughed as Abby kicked off her white tennis shoes and stretched her legs out, extending the bottoms of her grimy feet towards my face. Even a few feet away, they stunk something fierce, potent girl feet. "Ewww!! Jeez sweetie, your feet are STANK!" Cassie said, laughing as she saw my face twist up in reaction to the smell. I craned my head to the side and opened my mouth, trying to escape the smell. Taylor came trotting up with a chair and Abby sat down, scooting it up to place her feet right on my nose. "Quick, someone gag him already, his mouth is open!" "I can't take my panties off, I'm wearing a skirt!" Taylor said, frowning a little. Cassie laughed and looked down at me. "This doesn't look good for you. These are my gym panties, I've warn them six practice days in a row. I wore them home from the gym tonight after our last game so I could wash them for next week. I almost feel bad..." Taylor laughed, "Well it's either that or my socks, which were clean this morn... oh wait, no I have warn these for a couple of days... yuck, they're probably pretty disgusting by now." All three of them looked at each other for a minute. Then Taylor and Abby both said "Panties!!" at the same time. Cassie giggled and jumped up, running to the bathroom. "YAAY!" she came out a few seconds later holding her pink boy shorts. The crotch was all dark with wet stains and there were light brown blobs going from the lower crotch up to the ass. She held them out and showed them to me in detail, describing each sweat and brown stain carefully. Abby couldn't stop laughing, and she pinched my nose with her slick greasy toes. I started thrashing and Taylor came over, crouching down to hold my head still. After a few seconds, I opened my mouth to breathe and Cassie crammed her sick undies in, ass part first. My mouth was immediately filled with the stale, foul taste of unwashed girl sweat, cheap light perfume, potent crotch, and raunchy ass. I screamed into the rancid cotton, but before I even had two seconds to recover from the assault on my taste buds, Abby set her filthy feet back on my face, rubbing the ball of her foot and the curves of her stinky little toes back and forth under my nostrils. "smellllly feet, smelly feeet..." she sang cutely. I coughed and gagged into Cassie's pink putrid panties while all three girls grinned down and looked at me. Taylor disappeared and came back with her art bag, putting a few strips of duct tape over my mouth. "Don't spit it out, be a good boy and swallow your food." she cooed down at me, brushing my cheek with her soft fingertips. Her smile was so sweet that for a second I almost forgot that she was about to torture me mercilessly. "OKAY! Taylor, get the controllers. Who goes first?" Cassie leapt up before the sentence was finished. "ME, DUH!" My eyes locked on hers as she slowly stepped over me. She stood, facing my head and looked down at me. "I hope you're ready for this, Brad. As you can tell from my crusty undies," she giggled as she said those words, "I'm all cheesed up from volleyball and being out ALL DAY in the BAKING heat" she emphasized the words with a girlish whine, pouting down at me. "And I got all sweaty..." she frowned down at me, trying to hide a giggle, and finally she turned around and lowered her white, cotton ass towards my face. Knowing what her pussy smelled like, my heart started pounding out of my chest, and I screamed bloody murder into my crusty gag, but it didn't make any difference. Then it went black... Two soft, fuzzy, full-sized ass cheeks settled down on my trapped face. I heard grunting and then I felt the rough pressure of her weight as she scraped her ass back and forth on my face, trying to get comfortable... "no.... mmm, nope, a little... ooh, RIGHT there..." she stopped right as the tip of my nose sank into the center of her shorts and right up her buttcrack. She giggled. "His nose is actually UP my ass! Oh my god this is so awesome..." Taylor and Abby cheered as I sucked air in through my nose right out of my captor's sweaty, stinky little girl hole. It smelled indescribable. Tart and tainted, it twinged my nose hairs. Musty and so incredibly potent. The next thing I heard was Halo 3 unpausing. And suddenly it was as if I disappeared. The girls were squealing and talking to each other at hyper speed. Every few seconds Cassie would bounce up and down on my nose. She'd grind back and forth, smearing her butt smell all over my face. "I wanna take my shorts off..." Cassie whined. Abby thought for a minute, and then said "better keep them on, at least for now. In case someone walks down, plus that's kinda weird. He's my brother..." "But he's hot, and his nose is up my ass... I wanna feel him against my skin..." I could feel her start to shudder a little on top of me, and she slid back a little, leaning lower and pressing more of her pussy into my nose. Unbelievably, it smelled even stronger than it did 15 minutes ago. I could tell she was getting turned on by doing this to me. "I'm not comfortable with that Cassie, sorry. " I was so relieved to hear my sister say that. I didn't think I could take her bare ass on my nose. "Sniff my butt, loser!" She waited for a second. Then she pressed down hard into me and started grinding me so hard I thought my nose was going to rub off inside her ass crack. "I wanna hear BIG SNIFFS!!!" She started to sound angry and I knew she was serious. I wretched my stomach and clenched my eyes tight, forcing myself to take a deep, deep inhale through my nose. Just as I did, she leaned up just a tiny bit, allowing me full access to the air coming from her sweaty, funky ass and shorts. "That's a good boy. Smell my dirty ass, Bradley. Doesn't it smell soooo good?" She giggled, completely mocking me with her tone. "In and out, breathe in and out, mmm, smell it all up! Yeah, there you go..." I started to lose consciousness. Cassie would forget about me from time to time, and just sit full weight on my face. Every minute or two, she'd wriggle around and say "smell my stinky butt, Brad... smell smell smell, sniff it all up..." Finally I heard Taylor's soft little voice from somewhere above me, and the light slowly came back into my vision. Cassie lifted up onto her knees, hovering her big white ass a few inches from my face. "Mmm, that wasn't so bad, was it slave?" She asked in a sinister voice. Taylor sat backwards on my chest as Cassie moved off of me. She turned to look over her shoulder and smiled down at me. I stared straight up at her, making soft whimpering sounds into the soggy rancid panties in my mouth. "Aww, poor baby. I know, I know. Shhh... it'll be okay... I have a surprise for you..." Taylor was wearing a pink and white mini-skirt and matching pink and white bikini bottoms. She inched backwards, letting the flaps of her skirt fall over my face. Her butthole was pressing into my chin as she kept sliding up my face, settling down as my nose pressed deep into the soft, damp cotton of her panty-covered ass. "CHRIST! Don't these girls ever shower or change their underwear?" I thought. My nose was assaulted again by the foul, wet stench of pure girl ass. Taylor's ass was even ranker than Cassie's. It didn't really smell much different, just stronger. Quite a bit stronger. "God I can feel his nose in my soggy panties... maybe I should get up..." I felt the weight lift a little off my face and gasped in some air, coughing instantly on the thick stench of her strong girlish aroma. "NO NO! Sit down!" Abby shouted. "And watch out for this PLASMA GRENADE!" I heard an explosion on the TV and Taylor immediately sat full weight back down, squealing at my sister as I heard furious button mashing. After awhile, Taylor handed the controller off to Cassie. While they were kept occupied by the game, Taylor started showing me her evil side... The first thing she did was reach down under her skirt and pull her panties to the side, spreading her ass cheeks a little. I felt her giggle as she sat back down, mmming loudly as my nose slid deep into her slimy, naked ass crack! I immediately started thrashing and screaming as loud as I could. Taylor sat down harder and cooed at me, "shhhh, shhhh," as she expertly rode me, preventing me from bucking her off of my face. "What the hell, why is he struggling so much all of a sudden?" Abby asked, only half interested as she kept playing the game. I tried to scream, "HEYY HELP WAIT SHE TOOK OFF HER PANTIES!!!" but it came out "MMMPH mmmMMM MFFFFFRRR ANNMMMEEEEMMMS!!" Taylor reached forward and squeezed my balls. "SHUT UP BITCH BOY" she hissed, and she snapped back to look over her shoulder, pulling her skirt from my eyes to shoot me the most evil stare I've ever seen in my life. It was as if she said "don't say a fucking word or you're going to be so very sorry" all with her eyes. Then, she giggled a little and flipped the skirt back down over my face. Cassie was squealing about something on the game and Abby was cackling, while Taylor gently rocked back and forth on my nose, pressing it further and further up her sweaty sphincter. Then, she leaned forward a little, spread her ass cheeks a little wider, and let out a long, silent, hot fart right up my nose! I heard her mmming faintly, and she started giggling like crazy. "What's so funny?" Cassie asked. "Oh, nothing, his nose just tickles my buttcrack" she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Her hand flexed over my balls again, warning me that she would clamp down if I made any noise. The hot sulphur from her noxious gas made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I swear I felt my nose hairs burn a little bit. She wriggled back and forth and started singing "smell my stinky butt hole, smell my stinky buttttt hole, smell it smell it sniff sniff sniff, smell my stinky butttttt hole!" Then, I started feeling her little fingertips stroking my balls and my dick through my surf shorts. Despite the disgusting smell, I started to get a little hard. Her fingers felt really good on my dick, and she knew. As I got bigger in her hands, she started grinding me more. Then, she gripped around my half-hard dick tightly and slowly stroked all the way down, and then back all the way up. As I wondered if this was the first time she'd ever touched a dick, another hot ffft stream came squirting out of her pink puckered buttcrack. The tiny little blonde hairs tickled my nose as her hole puckered and relaxed. She sighed a little, laughing hard again and grinding the smell all up my nose. Abby and Cassie were completely battling it out on the video game, completely unaware that Taylor was sitting bare-assed on my face, farting over and over again up my nose and stroking my dick. As good as her hands felt, I quickly shriveled down as she farted a third time, and stroked harder and faster. "Oh no you don't..." I heard her say. "Huh?" Cassie asked. Taylor didn't reply, and Cassie didn't seem to notice. The next thing I knew, Taylor leaned forward and rested her cheek on my thigh in a 69 position. Her thighs came down over the sides of my head and her asshole spread open even wider. She inched down until she felt the tip of my nose bend up into her tight little ass. "Mmm... sniff my dirty little hole... SMELL IT!" she demanded. Cassie giggled. "Having fun Kel?" Taylor looked up sweetly at Cassie. "Mhmm!" She rested her cheek on my thigh, and I could feel her warm breath coming out in little puffs against my dick through the material. Then, I felt her lips kiss the head of my dick and her mouth opened to nibble on me a little bit. Instantly I began growing hard again, and I felt her giggle against my dick through my shorts. Then, I felt her clench up and heard her grunt a little, and she farted again, but this time loudly... "KELLY!!!" Abby paused the came and looked down at us. Taylor sat up fast, swallowing my nose in her sweaty gassy ass trap. "What...?" She asked innocently. Cassie cut in. "Did you just FART??" "Oh thank GOD! They finally realized what she was doing to me. Now they'll pull her off, and maybe even let me go..." I thought to myself. I tried to hold my breath until it was all over. "Uhmmm... maybe..?" Taylor replied, cautiously. "Oh my god, I wanna do that!!!!" Cassie squealed. "ME FIRST!" Abby shouted. I heard scurrying and the next thing I knew, Taylor slid forward and my nose slipped out of her gooey little pucker hole, making a schlurp sound. She quickly reached back and repositioned her panties, unnoticed, glaring down at me with a satisfied little smirk. "Hey I've got an idea..." she said, staring me straight in the eyes. "Let's have a farting contest..." Abby smiled big down at me. "Well well, little bro. I've been waiting for this for a long time. You are in for such a treat." She turned around and pulled down her volleyball shorts just a little, exposing her blue thong straps and the top of her ass crack. Then she bent over and slowly lowered her ass down, taking care to make sure my nose pressed into the bare skin of her upper ass crack, inching up and down, smearing her grubby ass sweat all over my nostrils. Then, she slid down and pushed my nose into the thin material of her shorts. The smell made me light-headed. It wasn't as bad as Taylor's bare ass, but it was very different. I wasn't used to it, and it was super potent. Then, she started grinding back and forth a little until she felt my nose slip deep into her dirty buttcrack. "Ooh, there we go. Mm that feels good... ready position!" Taylor giggled, looking down at me as I stared up at Abby's strawberry blonde hair flowing down her curved back. "Fire in the hole!" My eyes went wide and I yelped as she farted.... blappppttfffrrrrrrrrfff!! I started twitching as Abby grunted and giggled. As I thrashed she reached back and grabbed my hair. "NOO! Keep your nose up my ass and sniff my nasty fart you little bitch!" Taylor again grabbed my balls and squeezed gently, but enough to make me know she meant business. Cassie covered her nose. "I give it a 7, but only because of the stink. Mine will be way bigger!" Abby strained again. "Just wait..." I held my breath in anticipation. I think Abby figured it out. She made fake grunting sounds and said, "almost, almost... almost.... oooh, oh god, I feel so sorry for you brother, I wouldn't even make my CHAIR endure this one..." as I held my breathe, I started to see stars and my lungs ached. Just as I couldn't take it anymore, a long hot burst of steamy rancid air came firing out of Abby's cute little butthole and she lifted off my face just a tiny bit, allowing me to gasp in and out and in and out over and over again, sputtering and coughing into my gagged mouth. "Holy CHRIST, that was SO RANK, oh my god... what if he pukes all over my panties??" Cassie said laughing. Taylor just giggled softly, covering her nose. "He definitely will after I'm done with him..." The smell was ungodly. So overpowering. Like sour milk and rancid laundry and rotten eggs, but worse. Mixed with the strong smell of my sister's volleyball shorts. Waves of nausea started washing over me and I think I started having spasms underneath Abby's disgusting ass. Tears welled up in my burning eyes, and I started shuddering a little. Abby lifted herself off me just a little bit. "Oh my gosh, Abby... he's crying..." Taylor said, looking down at my teary eyes, and she stuck out her bottom lip, pouting down at me. "Poor wittle Brad.... I can't stand to see a grown man cry..." For a second I again thought Taylor would save me. She reached down towards my face, and I pleaded up at her with my eyes. Then her hands rested on Abby's waist and she guided her big soft ass back down on my face, positioning her crack right over my nose, and then pushed her down hard into me. "That's better!" I heard Taylor's all-too-familiar evil little giggle again, and my sister started wriggling back and forth on my face, laughing. Then I felt her lean forward, and she grunted and groaned a little bit. A soft little poooft came out of her ass, and I tried to hold my breath again. "Oh no you don't!!" Cassie noticed my chest wasn't moving and she pressed down hard on my stomach, forcing all the air out of my lungs and making me breathe in as the thick haze of Abby's tepid asshole gas collected in her gym shorts. I immediately gasped in and started twitching again, screaming and whimpering loudly into Cassie's dirty panties. I fought back the strong urge I had to vomit, and I knew if I did I'd just have to swallow it, and that thought almost made me actually vomit yet again. Just when I was about to lose it, suddenly Abby tumbled off my face. Cassie had pushed her off. "Okay. My turn!!!" Abby laughed and agreed, grumbling playfully. Cassie's menacing face came into view as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip a little bit. She giggled in a sexy tone and pressed her lips to my ears, whispering angrily, "If I catch you trying to avoid my delicious fart gas, you're going to be very, very sorry..." My eyes went wide and I nodded a little, whimpering softly. Then she popped up with a big grin on her face. "Sooo, Bradley. Were Abby's farts pretty bad?" I immediately started shaking my head "yes" violently, trying again to beg these twisted girls to let me go but to no avail. Abby just giggled and rubbed her stomach. "What can I say. I'm a lil bit gassy!" "Well if you thought hers were bad, you just wait! I hope you're ready for this. My farts are famous for clearing out entire...." she stopped in mid-sentence and all of a sudden quickly climbed onto my chest, swirling around to face my feet. "Oh gosh, it's starting!" I watched as Taylor and Abby plugged their noses, laughing, just as the full round ass cheeks and the indent of her terrifying ass crack in her white shorts came over me, blacking out everything. She pressed her hands down into my chest and I felt her lift up just a little bit, as my nose sunk into the center of her crack. She rubbed her hands a little up and down over my chest, bucking my face and grunting a little. Bffffffrrrrrappppppttttt fffffffooo sffffft fffrrrrrrrrppptttapppapppp sssssssss. Right in the middle of her insanely huge fart, all three girls started giggling hysterically. As my vision went white, my stomach lurched and I screamed as loud as I could up into her sweaty, meaty ass. I threw up just a little in my mouth and forced it down, thrashing hopelessly. The smell was so foul I would have rather died. Cassie started coughing and gagging. "Oh my gosh.... Bradly.... oh wow, I'm so sorry about that...." she could barely get her words out she was laughing so hard. I could tell by her tone that she was plugging her nose, too. Then, she viciously shook her ass right on my face. "Mmm, that's right, get your nose right up my dirty, stinky little hole... SNIFF IT ALLLLLL UPP fartface!!" she hissed wickedly. Then without warning, she farted again! This one lasted almost 8 seconds and was very quiet, just a soft hiss. I didn't think it was possible, but this one was easily twice as bad as her first one. I gagged and yacked up again into my gag a little, shuddering down my spine as I swallowed the vomit and was reminded of Cassie's nasty sweaty panties in my mouth again. frrrrrappt, brrrappt. ffffffft, phhhhrrrrrrraaap, rrrtt, fff.... They just didn't stop. Wave after wave of rancid, cheesy butt air forced its way up my nostrils. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my arms started flailing weakly, and suddenly my breathing became labored. I don't know how long I was under there, but I was brought to the brink of blacking out again and again, before Cassie finally slid up and dropped her soft bouncy ass right on my chest. "Ooomph, uhhh... mmmmm, nooo more... mmmmphhh... ahhhhrrrmmmmm!!!" I pleaded and begged into my gag. My eyes burned and my face was bright red from the constant rubbing and sweat. Taylor looked down at me with a hungry look, biting her lip a little bit and mming softly. "Cassie's definitely winning so far!" I heard Abby say. "YESSS!" Cassie started doing a little victory dance, still sitting on my chest. Then all of a sudden she shoved her ass back up to my face, and I felt my nose slip into the crevice between her ass and pussy. She leaned forward, grinding my nose right into her pussy, and I could feel how dripping wet she was. She rubbed it back and forth on my nose a few times and then farted one more time, laughing. "Mmm mmm MMMMM, doesn't that smell so yummy!!" she mocked me. Then she hopped up quickly and skipped over to the futon. I could see her pulling her shorts out of her ass crack, frowning. "Ugh. His nose gave me a wedgie!" Taylor sat down on my stomach and leaned down, stopping with her face just an inch from mine. She reached her hand down under her skirt and lifted herself up just a little bit for a second. Then she brought her hand out and stuck two fingers under my nose. She wrinkled her nose and looked wickedly straight into my eyes. "Ewwwy, my butt is all slimy! Here, smell it..." I realized that she'd rubbed her fingers in her ass crack and was now making me smell it. Abby cracked up. "Kellllly, ewww that's nasty!!" Cassie giggled. "Yeah. Good thing we're keeping our panties on, huh Brad??" Taylor glared down at me, grinning and hissed, "Yeah, good thing, HUH Brad?" Her eyes twinkled viciously down at me. I tried to scream "NOOO, KELLY PULLS HER UNDERWEAR TO THE SIDE, DON'T LET HER SIT ON ME AGAIN!!!" but it just came out as one long muffle. Taylor's eyes narrowed a little as she leaned down and growled into my ear, "They can't understand you. Now, I hope you're ready for me to wipe my sticky, slimy, stinky bare butthole all over your cute little nose..." she tapped me on the nose affectionately as she said the word "nose" and smiled sweetly down at me. Her look of innocence was almost believable, even by me. "I don't know guys, my ass is really grimy and I had that indian food for lunch..." she looked down at me again, slyly smirking, as if to say "you're fucking dead..." but still trying to act sweet. They were totally buying it. My heart sank even more. "Come on Kel Kel, smother that little bitch and make him smell your farts. You started this!" Abby said. Taylor laughed a little. "I know, but..." "NO butts. Except yours. On his face. Now!" Cassie said. They all started giggling. My eyes went wide as Taylor slid up, her crotch pushing into my chin. Her skirt flipped down over my forehead and she settled down as my nose pressed hard into the rancid, moist crotch of her panties. Then she slid around slowly, as my nose spun around, staying up inside her wet and incredibly smelly twat. As she faced my feet, she slid down a little and my nose slipped into the crack between her ass and her pussy. I squirmed a little and whimpered up into her as the smell just got worse, and I knew soon my nose would be up her ass crack. "Ooh, you weren't kidding Cassie! I've got a serious wedgie!" Taylor's hand came up under her skirt, and she lifted up a little, wriggling. Then, she pulled her panties completely to the side and slowly started lowering her naked ass onto my face... "NOOO!!! MMMPH, MMMMM AHHHHHKKKRRRMMMM!!!" I wildly thrashed and screamed. Immediately, Abby sat down on my legs and grabbed my balls. Cassie started laughing. "Damn Kel, why does he thrash so much whenever you sit on him?" Taylor giggled. "I don't know, I'm just super rank I guess!" She said sweetly as she slid back and forth, working my nose into her greasy, slimy asshole. The smell was absolutely nauseating, and the feeling was so disgusting. "Is that it, Brad? Is my stinky little butt too much for you? Aww... well too bad... SNIFF IT!" Taylor commanded, giggling cutely. I was so disgusted by the thought of my nose up her sweaty, gooey ass that I forgot they were having a farting contest. However, I was quickly reminded. I was already nearing the point of puking when all of a sudden, I heard Taylor start grunting. I never knew a cute sound could be so terrifying. She grunted and grunted, and I could feel her asshole puckering and releasing as it pulled and squeezed at my nose. A tiny little bit of wetness spurted out of her ass and sprayed into my nostrils. I could only hope it was sweat and not shit, but the smell suddenly got about ten times worse. It wasn't just musty ass and sweat anymore. It was potent unwashed teen girl ass mixed with the smell of pure shit. I shuddered and squirmed hard again, screaming, but Abby quickly squeezed my balls. "GOD if only they knew what Taylor was DOING to me..." I thought. "Maybe if I could push her off of me, she'd fall over and they'd see her undies pushed to the side..." I only had one chance, so I laid still for a minute, trying to regain all of my strength. Taylor took this opportunity to grind down on my face harder and push again, this time letting out a huge, loud FRRRAAAAAAABBBBBTT!!! fart right in my face. She let out an evil cackle and wiggled her butt from side to side, laughing and singing "my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack!!" over and over again and the girls joined in, giggling along. I threw up a little in my mouth, and forced it back down, tears welling up in my eyes against Taylor's bare ass cheeks. As the smell very slowly dissipated, I saw my chance... I thrashed up, craning my neck and pushing up against Taylor with all my force. She started to fall off to the side a little bit, but suddenly I felt enormous pressure on my balls and I went limp just in time for Taylor to right herself up. "WHAT THE HECK?!?" she spun around on my face again, pulling her panties to the side, and scooted up as my nose completely slid into her sopping wet, naked pussy. Her juice filled my nostrils and I immediately started thrashing again, as I inhaled her sweaty pussy juice, snorting it through my nose and down into my throat. I could actually taste her sharp, cheesy pussy. It was like fishy, vinegary body order and bittersweet girl cum. I started to panic as she kept my nose centered deep inside her spongy, wet little pussy. Then the fabric of her skirt was pulled back a little and I saw her sparkling blue eyes glaring down at me. She pressed harder and tightened her legs around me, scowling down at me. "If you ever try that again, I'm going to kill you, you little shit..." the tone of her voice was so dark that I didn't even care about breathing for a second, I was just so terrified that I didn't move a muscle. Finally, she slid back just a little bit, her pussy resting on my taped mouth. I took this time to gasp in some fresh air, as my nose still bubbled her sweaty cum a little bit as I breathed out. Even now I was still snorting in her pussy juice. It was positively wretched. "Hey, I have an idea...." I heard Abby say with a mischievous grin. She disappeared over to my side of the basement and returned with my $10 sack and the sneak-a-toke pipe I had in my bag. My eyes went wide, and I thought she was going to tell mom about it. After all this torment and torture! That BITCH! But, then I realized she wasn't going to turn me in. She was going to smoke it! She ripped open the bag and loaded the bowl. "Who wants to smoke some weed?!" "Me!!" I heard Cassie exclaim. Taylor looked up at Abby nervously. "I've... never tried it." Cassie and Abby both gasped at the same time. "WHAT THE HECK? Seriously?!!" She shoved the pipe down towards Taylor. "You're gonna have so much fun!" "Oh. My. God. If these girls all get stoned, I could be here for hours... what if they forget about me, what if they smother me, what if mom finds me tied up and they're all stoned and they say the weed was mine?!" I started freaking out all over again, but there was nothing I could do in my current position. Taylor stared eagerly at the pipe, then looked down at me. "You are SO BAD, Brad!! Don't you ever try and push me off again." She banged on my balls with the pipe a few times and I winced in pain, yelping into my gag. Then, she spun around again so her back was facing me. As my vision was overtaken once again by darkness, Taylor reached down and slid her panties to the side once again. Her asshole swallowed my nose again, and I swear it was even slimier and sweatier than it was last time. "Hey, since Brad freaks out so much whenever Taylor's sitting on his face and he almost just knocked her off, it seems only fair that she gets to sit on him longer." Abby said. My blood ran cold... Taylor giggled and wriggled her butt on my face. "You hear that Brad? You get all night to get acquainted with my SMELLY ASS! Yayyyy!!" She viciously rocked back and forth, working my nose deeper and deeper up her greasy girl hole. Then I heard Cassie and Abby explain to Taylor how to hit the pipe, and she nervously went over it a few times. I started to drift a little bit, as the lack of oxygen and unbearable smell was getting to me. Then I heard a lighter flick, and the next thing I knew, Taylor started coughing and coughing and coughing, and as she did a couple of little farts spurted out right onto my nose, waking me up from my comatose state. They all started laughing, but Taylor just started having a hysterical fit, laughing and coughing so hard. "Oh my god... hahahahahahaha... I think... hahahaha.. oh god I think I farted while I was coughi- ffffffrrrtttabbbabbtabbt" she farted again as she laughed harder and harder, and all three girls totally lost it, falling over themselves and on top of me. Taylor slumped over a little bit, lifting the weight off my nose but keeping it tucked up snugly in her sweaty crack. The rank, fresh smell of her foul gas was still permeating her naked crack, and the smell seemed to linger forever, trapped underneath her skirt with my tortured face. Finally they all calmed down, and Taylor asked "I'm not sure if I feel anything. What am I supposed to feel?" Cassie giggled. "You're already feeling it, Kel. Take another hit." And she did. I don't know how long it went on, but the pipe was passed over and over as Taylor sat bare-assed on my buttslime-covered face. The smell seemed to intensify more and more, as the farts built up under her skirt and her dirty little asshole got sweatier and sweatier. I puked I don't know how many times, swallowing it and blacking out for a minute, only to wake up to the sound of three evil little girls laughing their stoned asses off and Taylor's sexy little ass farting again and again straight up my trapped nose. I gave up twitching, and I moaned now and again softly but I'm pretty sure they didn't even hear me. Finally I heard Cassie say "There's no more weed, man!" "Awwww! Damnit..." Taylor whimpered a little, nuzzling down into my face with her full ass cheeks, and she slumped over again, resting her head on my lap. Her warm breath again caressed my dick, and as she laid there, her ass was lifted enough that I could breath unsmothered, but I still had to smell her stale farts and dripping wet sweaty ass. As I inhaled greedily at the air, a few beads of sweat collected in her crack and dripped down, falling on the tip of my nose and even in my left nostril, dripping down my face. I shuddered a little at the thought, as her blonde little asshole hairs tickled my nose. I still couldn't see anything, but I felt her asshole pucker and release a few times, and I knew she was trying to fart again. "Please, just let this stop.... please, god, get me out of here..." I began pleading to no one in my mind. Taylor's hand non-chalantly fell over my dick softly, and she started squeezing and rubbing it a little. I grew a little harder, but then fuuuurrrppppttt, she blew a hot, slow ass burner down all over my nose. I clenched my watering eyes shut and tried not to breathe for as long as I could, but with the tent-like skirt holding it captive, the smell had nowhere to go but into my lungs. "HEY! What are you doing??" I heard Cassie shout. Taylor immediately sat up and SLUUURP, my nose went right up inside her sticky stinky crack again. I started whimpering softly, as my breathing became labored and the feeling and smell started to send me into waves of nausea yet again. "I... what? Nothing... what do you mean?" Taylor asked, startled. I was willing to bet she was stroking my dick absentmindedly because she was stoned, and I could hear the worried tone in her voice. "You were... touching his penis!!" Abby exclaimed. "I was...?" Taylor asked blankly. Cassie just started giggling. "Haha... penis... hey, wait, I wanna touch his penis..." Then I felt two hands grab at my shorts and tug a little. "STOP IT!" Abby shouted. "That's gross! He's my BROTHER!" "You don't have to touch it, I just want to see it.... pleeeaaaaase??" Cassie pleaded with my sister. "Guys, wait, can I interrupt for a second?" It was Taylor. Abby and Cassie grew silent, waiting. FFFRRRRRRABBBBBTTTTTTTTUHHHHHSSS!!!! "Ahhhhh. Mmm, okay, all better!" Taylor giggled and rubbed her stomach, doing the cha cha with her naked ass on my face. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm, MMM! Cha cha cha cha cha, CHA! Smell it up you lo-SER, sniff my stinky ass-HOLE, yummy yummy yumm-EE!" She enunciated the words with hard flicks of her waist, working my nose deeper and deeper into her tight shitter. "HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!" All three girls died laughing, and Taylor again slumped over on me, lifting up a little. I don't know if she realized it, but when she did that, it was almost worse than when she was sitting full-weight on me. Her asshole was spread but not pushing down on me, only surrounding my nose, plus all the farts under her skirt were still unbelievably potent. Unfortunately, I was short of air so I gasped breath after breath through my sore nose. "Kel, don't you wanna play with Brad's penis?" Taylor shifted uncomfortably on top of me a little bit. I started moaning "nooooo, please let me go..." up into her ass. "Well...." "GOD. Okay, FINE. You can see it, but only for a second!" Abby said. Cassie eagerly tugged my shorts down and as soon as my boxers were showing, I felt two more hands slide into them. They must have been Taylor's, because she leaned down and shifted up a little more. Then, the phone rang. I think all four of us were startled. "Oh please god please god let it be the police.. or mom... something, anything to get me OUT OF HERE!" I thought. Abby jumped up and ran across the room to answer it. "Oh HIII Greg!" She said in a flirtatious tone and giggled. "Happy 4th of July to you too baby!" I heard Cassie whisper "Okay we won't!" and I assume Abby signaled something to her. Then, I heard footsteps going up the stairs. Oh god. My sister had left me alone down here with these two savage, stoned dominatrixes... The next thing I knew, Taylor farted again, only barely giggling this time. It had become such a normal thing now that she almost didn't even notice. Then, my boxers started sliding down. I felt 10 little fingertips on my naked balls, and then another hand wrapped around my half-hard dick. "It's so sexy..." I heard Cassie say quietly. Taylor shifted again on my face a little. "I kind of want to... you know...." Cassie giggled a little bit. "What?" "I dunno, I just... I want to suck on it for a minute..." Cassie laughed quietly. "Yeah, me too... let's try it..." Then I felt hot breath near the head of my dick... I couldn't help it, I started to get a little more hard... and then two wet lips pressed themselves into me and I shuddered from the intensely good feeling. Despite my predicament, I almost forgot where I was and started to enjoy it. But then.... "KELLY!!!! OH MY FREAKIN GODDDDDD!!!" At first I thought my sister had come back down. But it was Cassie. She was standing behind Taylor, and while Taylor was putting her mouth around my dick, her ass had lifted up a little more and Cassie noticed her panties pushed to the side... "You little bitch!" she said through an evil giggle. "EWWW holy shit, his nose is all brown!! Have you been like this the whole time??" Taylor giggled, her lips still around my dick. "Mhmmm..." Then without warning Taylor went tumbling over to the side and I heard giggling as the two girls wrestled around for a minute. Finally I looked up to see Taylor crawling towards me with a sexy, hungry look on her face. She bit her lip and licked it a little as she crawled up over my legs and dangled her long, brown hair over my naked thighs and balls. Then, I saw Cassie come into my view, towering over me. She wriggled out of her white cotton shorts and stood directly over my face. "I hope my butt isn't too grimy for you!!" and she slowly lowered her ass down to my face. As she got lower, her asshole spread wider, and the tip of my nose brushed over her cheek as she centered herself on my face. Just as I started to smell her potent girl ass, I felt the intensely explosive sensation of a hot, wet mouth sliding down around my cock. I got a little harder in Taylor's mouth as Cassie started rocking her sweaty slime hole up and down my nose. Taylor took her mouth off of my dick and said "He's starting to get hard, but everytime I farted it got softer, so like don't fart or anything for a sec, I wanna see how hard I can make him with my mouth..." Just then, Cassie giggled and ffftttttttppptptpt. "Ooops. Sorry!" My dick shrunk down a little as Taylor whined. "NOOO!! Come on, please..." Cassie said, "You better start sucking girl. Let's see if my farts are better than your mouth!" They both giggled and immediately I felt Taylor go down on me again, sucking and swirling her tongue around my dick. Her fingers danced around the bottom of my shaft and balls as she slowly took more and more of me down her throat, making me grow and grow, slowly... She mmmed and giggled against my dick, sending pleasure waves down my spine. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I'm pretty sure this was her first blowjob, and since I couldn't say anything, all I could do was lay there and let her experiment. I screamed and squealed, moaned, and tried to tell her when it was too hard or I felt teeth, but all I could do was lay there while Cassie tormented me. "Does it feel good to have your dick sucked Brad? I bet it does. Too bad you won't be enjoying it tonight." As if on cue, right then she let out a huge SBD fart that stunk up the entire room, and I started coughing and spurting, grimacing and gagging up into her panties. She reached back and spread her cheeks open wider, moving her hips to grind her entire asshole up and down my nose, stopping in the center to push it in as deep as it would go. "Sniff my sexy ass, fartslave. Mmmmm... yeah.... that's a good boy..." she farted again, and again. "Sniff... snifffff... mmmm, SMELL IT!!!" she hissed in a quiet but stern tone. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started twitching from lack of oxygen and the sulfur in my brain. Then all of a sudden, my eyes shot open and I screamed as Taylor was scraping her teeth over the head of my dick. "I don't think he likes this..." she said, giggling as she did it again and again. "WAKE UP BRAD!!" I thrashed a little but with Cassie on my face and Taylor on my legs, I barely even moved. "But he does like this..." Then she slowly took the entire length of my erect dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly in circles, and moved her mouth up and down, getting a little faster every time, pausing to suck hard on the head of my dick every once in awhile. "Mmmm god he tastes so good...." They stayed like this for about 30 minutes. Taylor would make me as hard as she could while Cassie rocked back and forth on my face, barraging me with wave after wave of naked ass gas. They giggled and competed with each other to make me harder and softer. It was the most insanely cruel torture imaginable. Finally, after what felt like days, I blacked out. I think they figured it out when I went limp (figuratively, and literally, if you know what I mean). I awoke to a light slap on the face. Taylor was straddling me, and I noticed my shorts were back on. Christ my dick was throbbing and sore, I'm sure it was bright red from Taylor's intense sucking. She beamed down at me, smiling brightly. "Hi there Braaaad!" She giggled and brushed the back of her hand on my cheek sweetly. "I missed you..." she made a pouty face and then she grinned a little. "Hey Kaileybannana, I've got a wicked idea." I saw Cassie's face hover over me, and she was wearing a content smirk. She was squirming back into her shorts. "Really? Tell me..." Her eyes gleamed down at me, and I quickly wished I was back in that dark place I'd escaped to earlier... Taylor sat back on my stomach and leaned forward, untying her laces and slipping off her old, stained grey running shoes. As she did, she placed her feet near my head and looked inside her shoe, wrinkling her nose and frowning. "These shoes are so disgusting..." she giggled and held the open end over my nose. I turned my head a little and she just giggled more and tossed the shoe to the side. "So, when Abby gets down here, I'm gonna tell her that I want to put my crusty socks in Brad's mouth." I made a slight groaning sound, and Taylor just shot me a smirk and immediately placed her yellow crunchy socks over my face and laughed. "Brad, shut the heck up!" She pressed down hard and the smell attacked me with a quickness. Sharp, vinegary, stale cheese popcorn, and a hint of something totally different and all-together pungent. This girl's feet were RANK. I thrashed my head a little and I felt a hand reach down and grip my balls. "BRAD. For FUCKS sake, do we have to go through this EVERY TIME? Now lie still and sniff my cheesy feet!" Cassie giggled. "Okay, so what's your idea?? Is that it, making him suck your socks? I love it." I saw her grinning down at me for half a second from underneath Taylor's grimy socked feet. The smell was so fresh and potent that my mouth started watering and my nose itched. "Oh nooo, that's just the beginning!" Taylor chimed. She started rubbing her sweaty feet slowly up and down my face, pausing at the balls of her feet and up under her toes because she saw that I lurched the most there. "So, I'll take the tape off his mouth, but then I'll say I wanna sit on his face without the tape on his mouth, and when I do..." she giggled a little and spread her feet apart, exposing me face, and wiggled her butt a little on my stomach. "I'm gonna pull my panties to the side and Bradley here is gonna stick his tongue up my filthy lil butthole and lick, lick, lick..." My eyes shot open wide and Cassie gasped and then was silent for a minute. I shook my head "NO NO NO!!!" and whimpered a little. Then Cassie laughed cautiously. "Kel, that's.... I mean your ass is so..." "Oh I know, I'm all stank and gooey down there. But... I've always wanted someone to lick me there, and... well, maybe you're right-" A worried look came over Taylor's face and I thought to myself "OH thank god..." But then Cassie quickly interrupted her. "No, NO come on, you have to do it... it's so... evil! And you gotta tell me how it feels..." Cassie said, trying to hold back a half-disgusted laugh. Taylor started to say something but then the girls turned to look at me as we all heard footsteps come racing down the stares. Taylor smirked at me a little and leaned down pressing her lips to my ear and growled, "And if I don't feel your tongue wiggling deep inside my sweaty butt the ENTIRE time, I'm gonna tape my nasty socks in your mouth, grind your nose into my dirty little crack and fart over and over again until you wish you were fucking dead." The way she said it turned my blood cold, and all I could do was look sadly up at her and nod a little. She hopped up and smiled sweetly at Cassie. "Showtime!" "Sorry guys, I had to talk to my baby for awhile. So how's it going down here, did you guys get your stupid penis fetish all-" Abby came into view and stopped, giggling a little. "You girls are up to something..." Cassie laughed. "Shut up..." I heard Abby sniff the air. "Eww, Taylor did you take your shoes off?" She cracked up and looked down bashfully. "Yes...." Cassie chimed in. "So Taylor had a great idea!" My eyes darted from girl to girl. Abby was the first one to look down at me. I whimpered a little and stared her deep in the eyes, shaking my head a little, as if to say "your friends are the devil, please please please let me up, I'm your brother and you should love me more than this, please..." She broke our stare quickly. "Mm, I like ideas..." I closed my eyes and started to cry again softly. Taylor then looked down as I opened my eyes, and she glared down at me. "STOP IT" she mouthed, and then quickly covered my face with her smelly feet again and started talking. "I wanted to... uhhmm, maybe make him suck on my crusty gym socks?" Abby grinned big. "Sounds good!" Oh god, it was starting... Taylor immediately swooped down on me and peeled the tape slowly from my mouth. She again leaned to my ear and hissed, "and if you say one god damn word when I remove this tape, I'll put it right back and Cassie and I will deny everything and the three of us will take turns practicing our soccer kicks on your balls. And I'm not even close to kidding. Trust me. YOU DON'T WANT THAT." She growled the last four words, and I knew she was serious. The tape was ripped off, and I almost said "oww" as I spit out Cassie's soaked underwear, but Taylor saw my mouth move and I quickly just made a light "mmm" sound. Cassie busted up laughing. "Oh my gosh, LOOK!" She picked up her undies and held them out. "They're like, clean!!" And it was true. The sweat stains and skid marks were all gone. I shuddered at the thought of knowing I had swallowed all of that... Abby cracked up. "Wow bro, you make a good washing machine. I'll have to try that sometime." Taylor giggled and then spun around. "HEY! So, can I sit on his face with his mouth untaped? I think I'll enjoy it more. With his mouth taped I keep worrying about smothering him and I feel bad knowing how bad I must smell, at least this way he can kind of breathe." She cracked up as she finished her sentence. God she was good. Her performance was almost believable. Abby flopped down on the futon and unpaused the game. "Whatever floats your boat. Just tape him up when you're done so I can make him smell my sweaty butt and fart all over his face." She said with a giggle, staring at the TV. Taylor glared viciously down at me, stepping over me and eyeballing me like a Lioness staring at her prey... "Come on Cassie, let's kill some alien scum!" Abby said. Cassie walked over to the futon, but kept her eye on me and Taylor. She wanted to watch, since she knew what was about to happen. Taylor sat down on my chest and looked over her shoulder down at me. She noticed Cassie watching, and she got up on her knees, inching backwards towards my face. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, and my eyes went wide as I could literally see her ass cheeks sticking together inside her crack from the sweat and girl goo coating her pale pink asshole and crack. "Oh please god, please no no no don't let this happen" I whispered to myself. It was just nice to be able to say something out loud, even if no one else could hear. Then, SNAP! She let go of her panties and they again hugged her plump ass cheeks together. Cassie heard the sound and giggled, but I guess Abby was completely engrossed in the game and didn't say anything. Then, without warning, Taylor made a squealing sound, yanked her panties to the side again and plopped straight down on my face. "Bonsai!!" she giggled, and Abby just chuckled, still staring at the TV. Cassie made a disgusted grimace for half a second as she watched Taylor's ass engulf my face and imagined what it must be like to have your nose sink deep into the spongy, rancid asshole of a sweaty, unwashed girl. For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... the part 2: For a second I just laid there. I couldn't bring myself to do what I knew I had to do... then, my heart started pounding as I felt Taylor grind her slimy crack down towards my lips. I could already taste her salty skin and the faint taste of her ass, which I knew all too well from smelling it all this time. "Okay Brad, are you read for this..." Taylor giggled and stopped with the top of her crack at my lips. After a few seconds had passed and I wasn't licking her ass, I felt the most intense pain of my entire life as she grabbed my balls and squeezed - HARD! I yelped and the tip of my tongue shot out of my mouth. I clenched my eyes shut and held my breath as I forced it out a little more, splitting her ass cheeks and working its way inside her rank, sweat-drenched crack. I heard her make a long low "Mmmmmmm" sound as I entered her. Abby laughed. "I told you this was fun, huh Kel?" Just then, Taylor's hands reached down, spreading her ass cheeks open, and she lurched forward, and before I knew it, my tongue sunk deep into the center of her salty, slimy brown hole... "Mmmmmm god.." Cassie's eyes shot open as she looked over at Taylor, mouthing the word "CAREFUL!" and putting her finger to her lips. Taylor giggled. "Yeah... it's so much fun..." Abby laughed and went back to her game, while Cassie mouthed "is he doing it??" Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head a little bit and she bit her lip, trying to hold back moans as my tongue probed deeper into her stinky asshole. "Mhmm" she replied to Cassie, biting her lip. Cassie's eyes sparkled as she thought about what it would feel like to have a tongue up her ass, especially while it was so filthy... Taylor showed no mercy. She grinded my tongue up and down her crack, moving painfully slowly, and if I wasn't constantly swirling it around, she pinched or squeezed my balls. The taste was unbearable. A couple of times I had to hold back my vomit, and my entire body would lurch. She would notice this and lift up just a little bit. "Mmm, good boy, you're a good boy... how are you enjoying my yummy ass?" Cassie gigged. "He better be enjoying it REALLY GOOD..." Taylor laughed and rubbed my stomach a little bit. "I know I'm pretty rank down there..." and with that she sat down again and waited for my tongue to enter her. But I couldn't do it... I clenched my lips shut and tried to choke down the taste of her overpowering girl ass. When I didn't start licking, she again squeezed my balls. I shot my tongue deep inside her ass, but she didn't stop squeezing! The pain was excruciating. I started screaming into her ass cheeks and tried as hard as I could to work my tongue in deeper. I actually could feel the tip of something inside her asshole, and it might have been a turd, but I was in too much pain to care. When I probed her as deep as I could go, she released the pressure a little bit but she kept a tight grip, and I felt her shift a little bit on top of me. "Wiggle, Brad..." Taylor said. I knew what she meant. I swallowed hard and forced myself to wiggle the tip of my tongue against the turd inside her butthole. As I did, fffrrraaaaaappppttptptptptptpbb bbrrrrrappafffffffsssssssss. A long, hot, steamy fart slipped out of her asshole and into my nose and mouth. As I felt her asshole expand to release the gas, it clenched up again as she finished it actually swallowed my tongue, sucking it deeper into her hole. She immediately let out a loud mmming moan... "mmmm, eat my fart, Brad...." Cassie and Abby both cracked up hard, pausing the game and covering there noses. "Jeez Kel, did that fart feel good or what?" Taylor blushed and sat back a little, mming and rocking back and forth on my tongue slowly as she reached up to straighten her hair. "Eww you guys, that was a wet one..." Cassie and Abby both made disgusted "awww, ewwwww" sounds and then had a giggle fit. I started coughing and sputtering as my tongue was showered with a thick bitter liquid, and I tried to pull it out of her ass. Immediately, she tightened her grip on my balls. "I said, WIGGLE, BRAD..." Cassie chimed in, "Yeah Brad, wiggle and choke on Taylor's ass gas!!" I yelped and shoved my tongue back inside her sticky, squirting asshole. She sighed happily and grunted, shooting another wet fart that washed over my tongue and went straight up into my nose, gagging me and coating my tongue in a thick shit spray that I was forced to swallow. "Ohh god, that one sounded juicy... poor Brad..." Cassie giggled. Taylor grunted and farted again, thankfully this one was dry, but it burned and still tasted like pure shit. This one had a more potent smell, not just like shit like the last two, but a strong sulfur and egg smell. It was wretched. I started gagging and couldn't help it, my tongue went into my mouth. I expected Taylor to squeeze my balls again and I clenched my eyes in anticipation of the pain as I choked down her fart spit. But she kept her hand lightly cupped around my balls. "Oh god, what's she doing..." I thought, as I heard her again start grunting. "Oh no..." she squealed. "What?" Abby and Cassie asked in unison. "This one's gonna be wet..." and just as she finished her sentence, BRAAAAAP!! A high pitched squeaker exploded in my face, covering my nose and mouth with brown liquid. Abby groaned as Taylor giggled. "Aww Bradley, sad for you..." Abby laughed. "At least you're not naked! EWWWW could you just imagine?" Cassie snuck a smirk at Taylor and Taylor laughed, wriggling her slimy butthole all over my face, absolutely covering me in her shit spray. "Oh yes! Good thing, HUH Brad?" Taylor said as she grinded her naked sweaty shitty asshole all over my face. Then, she resumed her position over my mouth. "My stinky butthole is all slimy. Wiggle around up inside my crack..." She clamped down on my balls again and I whimpered, sliding my tongue slowly between her shitty ass cheeks, sobbing softly. Abby laughed. "Damn Kel, you're really getting into this." Cassie giggled. "You have no idea..." as my tongue worked its way inside Taylor's ass, she moaned again softly and rocked side to side, swallowing my tongue deeper into her rancid spongy anus. "Deep breaths Brad..." she squeezed me again. "DEEPER..." she growled. I knew she meant my tongue, not my breathing. I forced it up inside her more and she twitched a little on my face, mmming. Cassie giggled. "Yeah Brad, come on you can do it deeper than that..." Taylor sat back, arching her back, forcing every single inch of my tongue as far as it would go. Cassie giggled as my deep rimming made her friend moan louder. The taste invaded my very being. Shit, sweat, thick gooey cheese-like gunk, I couldn't tell what it all was, but one thing was for sure. It tasted like pure funky girl ass and every time I thought I was starting to get her ass clean, I found more goo and cheese and sweat. If I tried to take a break or not taste her, she squeezed my balls and sat down hard on my face, not letting me breathe or releasing my balls until she felt my tongue start lashing around inside her tight anal cavity. She tightened her grip on my balls when I was as deep as I could get up her ass, and she said "Don't move..." Then she cut a hot, crispy fart right on my tongue. Then another one. Then a long hot silent one filtered up my nose. Finally, she squeaked out another wet sprayer. The combination of rotten eggs, fresh shit, rotten vegetables, sweat and pussy made my stomach lurch and I couldn't hold it anymore. I started gagging and heaving. "Oh my god, Taylor, I think he's gonna puke..." Taylor's panties snapped back and she hopped up as she shouted "Cassie GIVE ME YOUR PANTIES!!!" the panties flew at me and Taylor grabbed them. She smirked and quickly wiped the shit off my face before my sister saw, and then shoved them into my throat. I tried to scream "NO NO PLEASE LET ME.. GAHH UGH ULP GUUUHH... I HAVE TO THROW UP FIRST NOO WAIIT PLEAAMMMPPHHMMMMOOOONOOOOOOOO!!!!" she crammed them down my throat and put both hands hard over my mouth, staring straight down into my eyes. "Shhhhh, Brad. Just calm down." Right then I lurched and the puke came rushing up into my mouth. It hit Cassie's underwear and filled my mouth as Taylor tightened her grip on my mouth. "SWALLOW. DO IT NOW. You're not puking up my butt cheese." She glared down at me, piercing me with her devilish blue eyes. A satisfied smirk came over her lips as she saw me swallow hard, my eyes clenching shut and my body wretching under her. "Swallow it ALL..." she cooed down at me. I swallowed again and again, swallow after painful swallow, and slowly sucked the puke out of Cassie's panties. Abby was laughing so hard as she paused the game. "Okay. Enough being nice to the little brat. Let's tape his mouth up again, I have to fart!" All three of them giggled and Taylor took her hands off my mouth. I tried to spit out the soggy chunky undies. "EWWW" all three girls squealed. Cassie jumped up and grabbed one of Taylor's stiff crusty gym socks, flipped it inside out and balled it up, shoving the crusty toe end into my mouth. Taylor hopped up and ripped off a long pice of duct tape and slapped it over my mouth. I was so warn out and shocked from the act of swallowing my own puke I didn't have time to react or say a word, and before I knew it, I was staring up again at my sister's ass. She stopped halfway as she was crouching down. "Oooh god I have to fart..." she cackled and quickly threw down her shorts and dropped down onto my face, giggling as Cassie and Taylor both let out a loud gasp. Just as Abby got low enough that her asshole spread open and her thong went up her crack, she guided my nose right into her hole and grunted hard. frraaappapppbrappttttfffffsssssssssaaappaaapapapap ptt!! A long, hot, excruciating fart shot up my nostrils. I forgot how hard it was when your mouth was taped shut. Even though my tongue had been up Taylor's ass, her farts weren't nearly this bad, plus I could breathe through my mouth sometimes. Abby's farts could kill, I was sure of it. And Cassie and Taylor agreed. "Oh. my. goddddddddd. ERIKA! That is sooo RANK! And you're wearing a THONG!" Taylor exclaimed, giggling at Cassie. Abby responded by grunting again and farting twice as long, then grinding down hard to wipe her asshole up and down my nose. I was forced again to inhale the rotten egg/vegetable/sweaty girl cheese farts and pure unwashed hot-summer's-day ass of my sister, as she wriggled back and forth. She started singing "fart, fart, baby!" to the tune of that stupid vanilla ice song "ice ice, baby". All the girls chimed in and they all giggled and sang "fart, fart, baby, ding ding da da ding ding!" right after that Abby would grunt and strain and fart all over my face, over and over and over and over again. I didn't think anything could be worse than this. Waves of nausea washed over me and I blacked out I don't know how many times. Eventually I was woken up to light slaps on my face. I thought it might be over... but little did I know, the worst was yet to come...
Title: ( 3 ) Joy gets kinky with more group fun Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Fisting, Group Sex, Water Sports/Pissing Introduction: we both take on more guys Content: The last group fuck Joy had got real kinky, I turned up to see her being fucked in the ass by a dog, and soon we both got fucked side by side by the dogs and totally enjoyed ourselfs, so when the chance a rose we set up another meet and told Steve to make sure the k9s came along too. This time I got time off work, Joy and I got ready to arrive around lunch time, we had also sent out sms to our guys to let them know about todays fun and extra kink, lots of replies told us we would be kept busy today. Joy wore a short dress, that came of as soon as we pulled up in the long drive way, Lots of cars already there, showed us guys were eager to join in. On opening the door, Steve nearly shot his load right there, Joy walked in, hands lifted her of the ground and placed her on the bed set up in the main room, I followed, to see the first cock begin to fuck her pussy as she swollowed down her first cock. I had a small bag with some toys in it, just in case we needed extra kink. Steve's dog was laying nearby, first I wanted to be fucked to open my ass ready for his long cock, so finding a willing guy took him deep in my wet butt and fucked him hard, pumping down onto his manhood got my juices going. It wasn't long before the doorbell was going wild as more guys turned up, Joy now impalyed on three cocks, I think two might have been in her butt, and one in her pussy, I was to busy to see clearly, as more cocks took my ass for a ride. I sniffed the amyl, then as the first cum load filled me, I told one guy to fist me and get my ass really open for the dogs cock, one hard push and he was in, his fingers worked my anus and caused me to shout out loud as a huge anal orgasm took over my body. I also saw the other dogs arrive, so now Joy and I could play, so I waited until the guys fucking me had thier fun, and knelt over the bench, Steve brought his dog up, now knowing what to do, he jumped straight up this time, and with some help from one fof the guys his cock found my ass ready for him. My mind went wild as he fucked me long and hard, I took more amyl knowing his knot would soon follow, but I held my ass cheeks tight wanting him to take longer to fuck me, and he did, some 20 minutes or so, then I wanted that feeling of him being knotted with me, knowing when he does his sperm will follow. One good push and his knot went in deep, and soon after he growled, shooting me full of dog cum, my belly felt it going up and causing presssure inside me, but the anal orgasm were so strong, my mind lost in a world of pure sexual want. Joy was now being fucked by one of the other dogs her orgasms also going strong, as guys face fucked her while her body was filled by dog cock. My dog turned, back to back, pulling his knot causing me to orgasm more, each time he pulled away his knot and cock rubbed inside me, hitting my g spot, I know last time I had nearly as many orgasms after he had cum in me as during the fucking, and this time was the same, then after 5 minutes or so, a loud plop signalled his knot had come out. I put my hand over my hole, trying to keep as much cum inside as I could, then seeing one of the guys who had eaten me and Joy out last time a dog had cum in us, I lay him down, sat with my ass over his face and let it all go, he was covered in dog cum, he ate a fair amount of it, as I went down licking and fingering it off him to eat it myself, my ass was used by another guy whilst I knelt there, his cum soon added to the mess on his face, as we both rubbed it in us. Joy's dog had now cum in her, and was back to back with her, I went over laying under her pussy, I saw his knot buldging out her anus, it wouldn't be long before I got his cum, as I licked her clit she shot out a loud orgasm, just as he managed to get free, gallons of hot dog cum shot out, flooding my mouth, I lost sight of her, as my eyes filled with cum, then her hole was pushed up against my mouth as more cum ran free, drowning me in sticky fluids. Then as Joy and I slowed, I asked who wanted to try more kink, I had spoken to Steve about water sports and he said he was game, Joy led the guys of to the bathroom, Joy knelt down, my cock aimed at her face, slowly my pee streamed out, hitting her and splashing her boobs, Steve was first to join in, his pee also shooting over her face, so I knelt down and others joined in, we both got washed off, then I told a couple to hold off, bent over and got them to piss inside my ass, streams of cum and piss shot out as he let loose. Joy also took several guys in her pussy and ass, before a nice shower got us ready for more fun. The action started again, we both got dp'd and fucked in every way possible, I took a good fisting as guys used my mouth to empty thier balls, then it was time to take another dog and have fun, this time I asked who wanted to try dp me with a dog, a strange look came on most of thier faces, but one guy said ok lets try. I laid him down, near the bench, then slid his cock in my ass, Steve brought over one of the dogs, he licked us both as the guy in me fucked away from under me, then with a bit of coaxing he jumped up, his cock not able to push in because my ass was so tight, so I told Steve to help him get the tip in. We were soon rewarded with a nice tight fuck, his cock started its journy in, inch by inch he fucked me harder, and faster. The pressure of two cocks in me made it hard for him to push all the way in, so lots of amyl later and now with a nice relaxed hole his cock went in, now the knot was banging my cheeks, would I be able to get that in too, I sure was going to try. I let the dog fuck me for some time, my ass getting more used to the feel, the guy under me just about ready to blow, so I told him to hold off, I wanted him to feel the knot in me too. So once more some good hard sniff's of the amyl and his knot went in deep, my eyes watered as both began to jerk and quirm around inside my hole, the guy now having a real hard time holding off cumming. I told him to hold off, it will be worth it, as the dog shot his hot doggy sperm inside me, that was it, my ass took his cum too, as both let fly, I couldn't stop my orgasm, shaking wildly but still trying to keep them both inside as they flooded my bowels with a mix of cum juices. When his cock softened, the guy slipped out, a look of pure bliss on his face, the knot still held firm in my ass, as the dog turned back to back, another orgasm shot though me, forcing some cum out. I waited, knowing soon his knot would drop out and release his cum. I asked if any one would bring me a good mouth full of doggy cum to eat, the guy under me swung around saying he would like to taste it, for 5 minutes we waited, then plop, his knot fell free and the cum ran out, my ass just above his face, he took most of it, I then moved laying down as he brought it up for me, my mouth open he dropped a huge load of hot dog cum for me to eat, as he did a cock filled my ass and fucked me quickly adding more cum to my body. I saw Joy, she too had just been fucked by a dog, and was waiting for him to drop free, so moving over I got ready, knowing his cum was going to flood my mouth as the knot came loose. I was ready and waiting, and plop. my mouth filled with fresh dog cum, Joy sat back, her butt now against my mouth as she pushed more out, I gagged but managaed to take it all, I wouldn't need food for some time, his sperm filled my stomarch. A cock went deep in her ass, fucking her hard then as he cum, some went in her, he pulled out and shot the rest over my face, I licked his cock dry as he went soft. Kneeling back up, I shoved my fist right into Joy's ass, she jumped but orgasmed as I moved around inside her, causing more anal orgasms for her, my hand well lubbed by the cum left in her, another cock moved up, I told him to push it in with me, he did, another orgasm raced though her body as we fisted and fucked her. I felt his cock jerk, then his sperm lubed my hand once more as his balls empitied into her bowels, quickly replaced by another cock who very quickly did the same, removing my fist, this time I move up, sucking her hole to eat thier cum from her, Joy shook as I made her orgasm once more before letting her go. Remmbering our toys, I pulled out the extra long double ender, and sat on it, some 18 inchers went deep inside me, its about the size of the inside of a toilet roll, so when I get that right inside I know it, my orgasm hit me, riding it hard my orgasm took control, I was pumping this dildo in and out as fast as possible, then wanting more. I grabbed our bigger dildo, also around 18 inchs long but much fatter, 3 inches across, with some lube, my ass devoured it. I was sniffing amyl to help me ride this mother, I have never quite got it fully in me, as it is so fat, the last 2 to 3 inchs always stayed out, my ass was on fire, amyl once more helped relaxed me, as I sat down now it was time to go for broke, asking three guys for help, I got two to hold me under the arms, and the other took my legs, more amyl and I was set. They lifted me up and down, with no way to stop my decent they had me going crazy, my ass fuller than ever, I was so close to, then asking another to give me more amyl, I held tight, telling them all to let me drop fully onto this monster, only my own anal muscles would hold my body weight up. They did a count down 3 , 2 ,, 1 and let me go, my eyes blurred as my full weigth fell onto the dildo, my anus was really on fire now, I sat just off the ground, all my weight now excerting pressure inside my anus. Still It held off, not quite fully home, my eyes watered as the pain and pure plessure raced though me. So I told them one more try, heaps of amyl and I was set, arms lifted me up 3,,2 ,,1 and down, this time the dildo found its way in, my mind blacked out for a second as the pain hit me. I was sitting on the floor, this dildo had gone, my anus so hot it hurt, the amyl once more helped to relive the pain, then the plessure started to take over, a small shudder ran though me, as I moved up some, and slide back down, each time more plessure than pain now. Again the amly helped me, as I rode this monster harder, each time my orgasm took my mind for a ride, as the guys watched in shook, I was lost, for once I felt my anus was as full as it would ever be, and was I enjoying it, going faster with each thrust up and down. It was shortly after I saw Joy watching me, she had used this one in our strap on and knew I couldn't normally take it all, cocks began to fill my mouth and feed me thier juices, as I took my body over the top endless times. Then just as quickly, I jumped up, dropping the dildo out, my ass to hot to touch for awhile, as a cock pumped me full of cum, I didn't think he would have felt the side's after that big mother had just come out, but he made a lot of noise so he must have enjoyed my ass. Now I wanted more, holding two arms up, I sat down both slowly working my anus to get their fists in, once more the amyl came to my aid, as inch by inch they both went in, first one then the next, I told one to push further up, to take the place of the dildo, his fingers worked well as his elbow began to touch my butt cheeks, the other fist still just inside me. After a few good pushs he too got more in, but then with one big lunge, I jumped up, pulling them both out, my anus on fire with feelings. I asked who wanted a pee, saying thier piss would cool my ass off, and headed to the shower, several cocks and stream's of piss cooled my ass, ready for more fun. Joy was taking 3 or 4 guys at once, her butt leaking cum, as guys took turns, it seemed most wanted anal, as a lot of wifes don't or won't do anal, so when they get the chance to fuck her now, her butt takes more cum than her pussy, but each orgasm told me she loved it all. All the guy's we invited are bi, and fuck us both, a few that Steve knows are straight, but ok with me there being fucked, so when I can, I try and get them to try male anal too, some now enjoy my ass as much as Joy's, saying its mind over matter, with thier eyes shut, they wouldn't know a guys ass from her's. As the night now drew on, some guys were sitting around watching, thier cocks empty, so I asked Joy to fuck me with our strap on, the large vibe went in as my orgasm sang out, Joy rapping my ass hard showing the guys how she likes to fuck me silly, soon she got the big mother and put that on, my ass still sensitive took it slowly, lots of amyl, and Joy went wild, it wouldn't quite go all the way in again, but as always did the trick, my mind going crazy as she fucked my body raw. Now it was time, a good amyl hit and I push back as Joy plunged in, that did it, it was in, Joy held still, my body shaking wildly in this postition as orgasm after orgasm rocked me. Slowly she worked it, not taking it out but just pushing it harder into me, each time I orgasmed, kneeling like this made it more intense, and knowing she was fucking me helped too. Then she pulled it out a bit, a feeling of relive flooded me, then wham, back in, I fell forward some, she followed, pushing it harder still. moving slowly we got going, my butt filled like never before, Joy taking great pride in making me cum more and more, until to much, I fell forward again, this time Joy fell with me, every inch and more going deeper still, I screamed out, a huge anal orgasm quickly followed, then I blacked out for a few seconds. Joy held my head, kissing me tenderly, as I came too, my ass so hot from the fucking she had just given me, as I moved a cock went in, fucked me and cum, the guy saying it looked to good, I gripped his cock tight, surprising him, after the dildo, milking him for all his cooling cum. We both took a few more guys, then with time getting on, most guys had to leave, so a quick piss session and wash off, Joy and I said our good byes, asking Steve if we could meet him for more fun soon, and his dog, he was more than happy to say yes.
Title: ( 3) Kims friend becomes a cum slut too Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Fisting, Group Sex, Incest Introduction: A very nice surprise Content: Since we have been having some good fun times with our kids, they have got kinkier still, I arrived home and Kim was standing with her friend Stef in the lounge, she asked if it ok for her to stay the night, I said yes, but meant no, as it would mean wearing clothes at home which we normally dont do. Any way Sue got home shortly after, the girls had gone to Kim's room earlier, so Sue and I spent some time in our room cleaning up and talking, around 6 we got some food ready for diner and called the girls in, my jaw hit the ground when they walked in naked, seeing us wearing clothes, Kim said what's going on, Stef knows we're nudist, and is more than ok with going nude herself. Well we didn't need telling twice, our gear was on the floor in no time, then we sat down to eat, Stu walked in shortly after and had to look twice before sitting down naked with us. The talk was normal for awhile but Kim soon changed it to sex, I tried to change it back, not wanting any one to mention our family fun, but to no avail, Stef and Kim kept heading it back to sex, then after we had finnished eating, Kim shocked us all, by saying, Stef had only ever had 2 boy friends and both had small cocks, I nearly chocked, as Stef looked straight at me and Stu, and licked her lips. We took some drinks and sat around, Stef sat close to Stu, while Kim sat on my lap, I was finding it difficult not to get a hard on, as she wriggled around, Then to every one surprise, she grabbed my cock and said, well lets play, slipping down and deep throuting me, Stef then grabbed Stu's cock, and set about sucking his member for him. he was hard in seconds. Sue went behind Kim and played with her boobs, kissing her and fondling my balls while Kim kept sucking away, so not wanting to waste time, I swung Kim around and sank my cock deep up her butt, Sue now under her licking her clit, Stu was now balls deep in Stef's pussy fucking her hard, that young lady had a nice body, her boobs were just a bit bigger than Kim's and she also had a shaved pussy. I slid under Kim sitting her back down on my cock, her arse now fully open, took me easy, I asked, what had she told Stef about our family fucks, she replied, "Every thing", (me) Even anal ? (Kim) "yes", (me) and does she want to try anal?, "Yes"and she used my douche too" Kim replied, smiling at me. With that I moved away, saying I'd like to be first to break her virgin butt in. I told Stu to lay down and sat Stef back down on his cock, the girls now laying next to her in a 69 kept her attention, as I lubed up my cock and fingers, I slid the first finger in her arse, she jumped, looked around, then smiled, going back to watching the girls chew one another, I played in her arse for awhile , then slipped a second finger in, her hole opened up nicely, so a third and fourth quickly followed, then I eased the head of my cock up, waiting for a reaction, but she held on and let me work the tip into her virgin butt. I was trying not to push to hard, as inch by inch I watched my cock disappear inside this lovely girl, she was easing back now as I moved faster, my cock finding its way in her hole easier now, as she relaxed, her orgasms got louder and faster as Stu and I fucked her hard. I was so close to cumming, but held of, I wanted to try more of her Stu blew his load in her pussy and his cock slipped out, leaving me to fuck her arse for a while longer, then with one hard thrust, and a grown of plessure, my man seed shot deep, seeding her butt for its first good fuck. she let out a good long orgasm, as I held my cock deep inside her body, she pushed back to get ever inch inside her, and savour my cum. My cock slowly eased out, as it did my cum and Stu's run down her legs, I went down licking it all up, she pulled forward, but I held her close, getting all our cum, then went over and kissed Kim sharing it with her, Stef seemed to be a bit shocked by this, but then Kim bent over kissing Stef hard, our cum dribbled out between their mouths. then Stef kissed back hard, licking Kim's face as she did. A new cum slut is born. Sue then got involved, pulling Stef over and sitting on her face, making her eat her pussy juices, Stef took to her eagerly, with Kim now licking Stefs pussy, all was going well. While the girls were still playing Stu's cock grew bigger, so kneeling in front of him he took my arse, going right in first push he fucked me hard, Stef was busy at first, but then when she saw us, she jumped up, sitting close, watching ever move we made, Sue was behind her know, I saw the strapon, and one of our 9 inch vibes in it, go right into Stef butt, making her jump, but again quickly pushing back as Sue biilt up speed. Stef moved around, slidding under me and sucked my cock, Sue changed angles but carried on fucking her arse, as Kim now lay under my face for me to eat her out. My cock got hard with her oral skill's and she knew it, Stu was going well, my orgasms got quicker, I nearly blew my wad but held off, I wanted her body again. After some time I turned things around, grabbing Stu, I rammed my cock into him, Stef watched as I fucked him hard, her body getting all kinds of attention from the girls, as she continued having orgasms. I fucked Stu for some 10 minutes, then said, to Stef, on your knees girl, she did, and I slid my cock back up her butt, fucking her hard, swapping from her pussy to arse and back, she loved it, my cock still straining not to cum to quick, I had to slow down, and take a break for a while. I told Kim to grab our big dildo, and use it in me, she slipped the strapon around her, as Sue got the big mother out, Stef was gasping, as Kim put it in the strap. I knelt forward, as Kim moved closer, Stef now saying no way, its to big, as Kim rammed most of it into me. "Holy shit", Stef let out, as Kim fucked harder, all 12 inchs gone, out of sight inside me, my orgasm now going strong. our big dildo is 12 inch long or longer and around 3 inches across, thicker than a coke can, and weights a lot to, but we all love it . Stef was transfixed, her eyes glued to the dildo fucking me, as Kim kept up her pace, time and time again, my orgasms raced though me, I let Kim fuck me for some time, then asked Stef is she liked seeing us guys fuck. "yes I did" " Would you like to try fucking one of us"?, Shyly she looked at Kim, but her face said yes, so Kim slipped the strapon around her waist and told her go crazy, and fuck away, at first she was a bit unsure, I pushed back, and told her "Go for it". and she did, knocking me over as she rammed to hard, I pushed back each time she pushed home, my arse now so open it felt hot, I took the dildo for some time, Stef was begining to get the hang of things and was going well, nice deep strokes and hard too, causing me to have lots of anal orgasms, then I could hear Stef start to breath heavy, tiring now, so I slid forward dropping the dildo out, then with a wink, let Kim know to fist me, without a word, her fist was in my butt and working me hard, Stef just about chocked, as she saw her friend fisting her dad, now with just about all her arm in me to close to her elbow. My orgams of course told Stef I was enjoying it too. Kim carried on fisting me while Stu and Sue fucked Stef some more, I got Kim to lay down and sat down on her fist, wanking my cock as I did, Stef looked on, then Sue lay Stef down and quickly lowered her butt onto Stef's fist, at first Stef semed a bit shocked. but soon, warmed to it. Stu was down fucking her pussy, while she carried on fisting Sue, then again I pulled of Kims fist and plunged my butt down on Stef's other fist, she how had us both working her while the other's took care of her pussy and clit. I rode her arm for a short while, then went back to stroking my cock, quickly feeling my cum building up set to blast out, then I aimed straight at her face, reams of cum shot out, covering her face and hair. Kim moved up, licking and kissing Stef, sharing my cum between them, as Stu blew hid wad deep in her pussy. I went down and licked her out eating his cum, as she rocketed thought another orgasm. Well after that we rested, and I asked Stef when did she have to go home, "Not till sunday night, as long as I ring mum and tell her I'm here". Well I said to both girls, do you want me to make some phone calls and see what we can arrange for tomorrow night, Kim looked at Stef and said, How many would you like? Stef shyly but with a wicked grin, said after tonight, as many as you can get.
Title: 3 LOVE DOVE 4 HISSY SISSY Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Virginity, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad, he Content: [b]3 LOVE DOVE Roxanne knew Sean would be getting home soon and came over to be there when he arrived. “Shaw-nee-poo! How did it go?” Straight-faced, “What did you get me into! Those kids are a bunch of belching, spitting terrorists!” Empathetically, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Sean.” “Count me out. Call Burt to find another coach. I got a bad migraine.” Sadly, with a comforting embrace, “Oh, oooh.” “Gotcha!” “What????” With a big grin, cheek to cheek, “Roxanne, I had the time of my life. Thanks Babe.” Reaching to spank him, “YYYYes! Let’s get inside, Sean. I wanna hear all about it!” “This even beats hanging out with the guys back in high school.” Then a mischievous thought pops into Sean’s head, so he says it, “This beats hanging out with you!” “Hold on to your boxer briefs—you beast!” as they wage a tickle war. Eventually Sean wrestles Roxanne to the carpet, pinning her while sitting on her stomach. Lovingly he lays down on her chest, slowly sliding down until his lips meet her lips and his tongue hers. Soon his hips thrust thirstily. Roxanne raises her thighs, one on each side of Sean, encouraging more thrusting. He can’t wait until they’re married. Soon they both gasp for air. After catching his breath, Sean rolls over, pulling Roxanne onto his chest. She assures him, “The day fast approaches when we will shed all our clothing.” Lightheartedly, “Not fast enough! Good thing I closed the door. Now I have some jim jam to clean up.” 4 HISSY SISSY Ricky greets Sean at the next practice, “I saw you with your girlfriend—she is hottt stuff. I’d sure like to squeeze those mondo hooters.” “Hey, watch that! You’re probably stronger than me, at least I wouldn’t want to find out if you are, but that’sss myyyy woooman.” “Well, she doesn’t exactly hide her fantamastic sssstuff.” Jeff interjects erotically. A surprised Sean, “You saw her too?” “Well.... No. Rick The Quick told us all about her.” Rick retorts, “Shut up, Jeffairy!” As sassy as Jeff could be, “All the juicy details.” Rick, really pumped, “Shut up! Seriously, shut up!” Sean sees a diversion, “What’s this ‘fairy’ crapola? Pick on someone your own size.” Boldly, “Nobody here is my size.” With a hand of peace on each of their shoulders, “No, there isn’t. So cut the name-calling.” Lacking sincerity, “Sir. Yes, sir.” Fred keeps it going, “Sean, do you have any nude pictures of your wonder woman?” Trying to stay calm, “No, Fred.” “Jeez, Do you want to buy some?” After lots of hooting and howling, Jeff asks, “Can we play another scrimmage today Sean?” The hooting and howling resumes. Sean seizes this opportunity, “Sounds like you guys like scrimmages. So do I. I’ve worked out a plan. Fred, I want you to catch when the first two squads are up and be captain of the third squad. Ricky’s on your squad and will play third base. Michael’s on your squad and will pitch against the squad batting second. You also have Roy.” “Jose, you’re captain of the squad batting first. You will play shortstop against the squad batting second and will pitch against Fred’s squad. Jeff’s on your squad and will play second base. You also have the twins. Jerry will catch after your second time up.” “Jamie, you’re captain of the squad batting second. Clyde’s on your squad and will catch in between your first and second time batting. Karim’s on your squad and will pitch first, then play first base. You also have Alex. After next practice you will vote for three boys who will be captains for the season. That’s why I just picked three different captains for today’s scrimmage.” When Sean mosies over to third base, “So coach, why did you pick me as first string third baseman?” Smiling, “I didn’t, Rick The Quick. I only hinted at it.” Slightly embarrassed, “Man.” “The fact of the matter is that you have the quickest reaction time on the team and a strong throw. You were born for third. But you play too deep. The dirt is fine for power hitters like Karim and Michael. You should be in the grass for everyone else. With the weaker hitters, I don’t care if you get as close as the pitcher—I hate seeing them get infield hits—unless you have a runner on second base to worry about. Go get ‘um Brooks!” “Watch that, I’m no girl!” With gusty laughter, “Brooks Robinson, that is, the best third baseman in major league history. “Sean, you better mean him!” Jeff lays down a drag bunt toward the second baseman. Three boys go for the ball with no one covering first base, not that it mattered on this perfect bunt. “Sweet bunt, Jeff. Who should have covered first base?” After discussing this issue, Sean approaches Jeff, “Sean, I’m honored you picked me for second base.” “Who? Me?” Fighting a teardrop in his eye, “Yeah, you!” “Not me! You’ve got tremendous range, soft hands. You were made for second. Don’t even think of another position. Just learn all the strategies of second base. By the way, who taught you to bunt—if they don’t play in for a bunt you could get a hit every…” Crack! Jose drills one that bounces all the way to the fence. Jeff flies around the bases, but Jose admires his hit before running. “What did you do wrong, Jose.” Puzzled, “Wrong?” “Jose, you see the pitches real good. But after hitting the ball, your job is running like a gazelle, not seeing where the ball goes.” “Oh. OK.” “Nice stroke buddy.” With big smile, “Thanks.” Sean knows Fred has been trying to ignore him. But he also saw his eyes light up when picked to catch first, and his look of total surprise at being selected captain. Yes, a dirty frown followed, but Sean feels hopeful in winning Fred over. Starting to put his hand on Fred’s shoulder, then stopping when Fred backs up, “Oops. I have to remember that you’re uncomfortable with touch. I can tell you’ve done a lot of catching before. You have a strong throw to second base and catch any pitch that doesn’t bounce. You can work on helping a pitcher do his best.” Obviously appreciative of the complements, he quickly switches to his tough boy image, “How do I do that?” “Your tough guy personae is great for intimidating hitters, but also tends to hurt our pitchers’ confidence.” “So you want me to be a patsy with the pitchers.” “No. That isn’t you. Just add three words to your vocabulary—‘you can do it.’” Laughing, “That’s four words.” Happily, “That’s the first time I saw you laugh.” “Just don’t tell my parents, OK?” “Maybe I should be asking why, but I won’t. I’m just thankful we had this conversion. By the way, can I see the pictures after practice?” Laughing, “For a sissy, you’re way cool.” “I accept the complement. But if you call me a sissy in front of the others I’ll have to make you look like a sissy.” Surprised that Sean put him in his place, “Fair enough.” Soon Alex steps up to hit. On the first pitch, Fred calls, “Strike one!” Alex complains, “That was outside!” “Shut up you g-- d--- faggot.” Sean starts walking toward home plate, as Alex snaps, “It takes one to know one.” Instantly Fred jumps out off his catching position, tackling Alex to the ground. As Fred pins his back to the dirt, he literally sprays vulgar hate speech into Alex’s face. Ricky arrives shortly after Sean, helping him pull Fred off of Alex. Then Sean tends to Alex’s bruises as Ricky keeps Fred away. Eventually Alex gets super sweet with Sean, so Sean knows he’s feeling better. So he approaches Fred. Fred gives him a look like he’s ready to butt heads. So Sean gets on one knee in front of Fred, looks up into his eyes, and says nothing. Feeling uncomfortable, Fred turns away. Calmly, “Fred, where are you going?” Fred glances back briefly. Firmly, “Fred, stay with me.” Fred forces himself to keep his eyes on Sean. “Thank you, Fred.” Fred feels confused by the power Sean seems to have over him. “Fred, how do you feel about what you said and did to Alex?” Fred burns with anger. He hangs his head down. “Fred, look at me please.” After a minute of deadly silence, Fred looks up into Sean’s eyes saying, “I’m sorry, Sean.” Sean restrains his hand from going to Fred’s shoulder, “I’m not the one who needs an apology.” Horror fills Fred’s face. “Fred, whenever you’re ready, you know what you need to do. Are you ready to play ball?” With a sigh of relief, “Yeah.”
Title: 3 love dove love shove Tags: True Story, Boy, Boy / Boy, Discipline, Gay, Humiliation, Young Introduction: Just sit back and enjoy the ride! Content: 5 HOT SHOT Jeff runs to answer the door.... "Dad, Alex and Logan are here. Can we play here?" "Sure. Put some clothes on." With a gleam in his eyes, Logan whispers, "Jeff, do you always run around the house naked?" "No, I saw you coming to the door so I stripped real quick." "Yeah, right!" Then Logan whispers, "You know, you got a real hot shlong." Alex butts in, "Shut up, Logan!" Jeff reassures him, "Don't worry, Alex. This doesn't pump my pork." Logan's bright face quickly turns sad. So Jeff changes the subject, "Let's go play out back." Sean admires how well the three play together. Usually one of a trio will feel left out, but these boys transcend maturity. After an hour, Jeff asks Sean, "Can we go swimming in our underwear?" "Sure can buddy." ... After getting the mail, Sean notices that Jeff is alone in the pool. "Jeff, where are Alex and Logan?" "They went to get dressed." "Where?" "Upstairs, I guess." Sean quickly goes upstairs and hears them both in the shower. He takes a deep breathe, thinking, "Now what do I do?" Soon he knocks on the bathroom door, demanding, "Alex, come here." "I'm taking a shower." Impatiently, "I don't give a rat's ass." Alex opens the door, dripping wet, still standing at full attention, with a smile on his face. Not amused, "Get your clothes and towel. Get dressed downstairs." "I didn't finish my shower." "You can finish at home." Alex hangs his head, gets his stuff and leaves. Sean knocks again, "Logan, your shower's done. Get dressed." After a few minutes, "Are you done in there?" "No." "Why not?" "M-my clothes are downstairs." "So, Logan, you went through my house naked." "Yes, sir," with quivering voice and knocking knees." "Come out here." Now giving Logan the hairy eyeball, "Do you run around your home naked?" Clinging to the towel around his waist, he looks at Sean painfully, "No, sir, I don't. That's why I wanted to try it here." "Do you shower with Alex in your home?" "No sir, that's why..." "Stop! What are your parents names? ... Your address? ... Your phone number?" "Please don't tell my parents, sir. They will kill me." "Then you better get your affairs in order. I want you out of my house in five minutes." Dejected, "Everyone says you're way cool." Firmly, "Now you can tell them that I'm terminally tepid." 6 SPAR FAR "Sean, I miss the showers we took together." "Me too, Jeff." "Good. Let's go for it." "Your mother wants us to keep our bedroom door open at night. So it's obvious she doesn't want us showering together." "That didn't stop us before." "In another culture that would work." "I know. I'll flat out ask Mom." "That would be a way bad idea." "Pleeeze!" "Absolutely not!" Angrily, "And why were you so mean to Alex and Logan?" "So you're sticking your nose in my business. Do you realize how much trouble I could get into if I allowed that?" Pleading, "Do you realize how unfair that is for us kids? We have a right to our privacy! You encourage me to jerk off with somebody, but where? Where I ask?!" Hanging his head, "Yeah, it sure was easier for me to find privacy just ten years ago, than for you today. I wish I had an answer. But then again, the freedom you're getting with Maria is totally awesome." Calming down, "So when can Alex and Logan come here again." Frustrated, "Never." "Sean!!!" "I don't think they dare come back." Raising his voice again, "You're avoiding my question." Softly, "Two weeks sounds good." "I can't see them for two weeks!" "No, you can see them now, just not here." Satisfied, "OK, that's fair enough. Now strip naked." "I prefer to wait until your mom gets home." Sadly, "I thought you would say that. You're getting boring." "Jeff, that hurts!" Wanting to take back his words, "I didn't mean that. I'm just disappointed. But our sleeping naked together is way cool." Timidly, "I guess I've become scared of what I might do if I'm naked with just you home. You have this power of persuasion." With understanding, "OK, maybe we both can change." Appreciatively, "Now that's got potential! Let me sleep on that idea."
Title: 3 newlywed wives Tags: Sex Joke Content: Three recently married couples spend their honeymoon's first night in the same hotel. The next morning the three woman meet in the hall and decide to have breakfast together and to gossip about their wedding night, although one of them claims she won't be eating anything. The first starts enthusiastic, "Last night my husband put his whole hand inside me!" The second bride, not surprised at all, proudly takes her turn at once, "Mhuh... my husband put his whole arm inside me!" Then, both women look at the third one who, although moving very clumsily, stares at them with ambiguous satisfaction in her whole body, looks down on her hip and cries out to it, "Hey John, come out and say hello to Sarah and Pam!"
Title: 3 New Desires Tags: Fantasm, First Time, Interracial, Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Young Introduction: Three young Asian girls introduce me to a new world of pleasure. Content: Three New Desires I have spent hours reading the stories posted on this site (and several others) and most of the time I find that I am unable to finish the story because I am laughing so hard. I mean- who writes this stuff? I am assuming that most of these authors are old, fat guys that sit around surfing the net and fantasizing about having an actual experience like the ones they write about. It never fails- they have 9-year-old girls being fucked with 10-inch cocks and begging for more as they cum on themselves. Really??? Ha ha! But I get it- I mean this is “fantasy” after all so enjoy yourselves. I am not a writer so forgive me in advance if my writing style and prose is not the best. You don’t have to concern yourself with my grammar. I went to the best schools that money could buy and have an MBA from a prestigious Ivy League university. I am not bragging, just stating the facts. As you get to know me better you will learn that I have no need to embellish the details of my life. It is already going to be unbelievable to most and it will read like a fiction novel to others. But that is ok- I didn’t come here to get fans. I finally realized that if I was going to complain about the fake stories that I read here in these forums that I should at least publish my own story. Let me tell you little bit about myself. I am a 36 years old Black male. I am 5’ 9”, 180 pounds Black male. I work out so I have an athletic body. I keep my hair cut bald so I never have to worry about “doing my hair”. I learned from a very young age (around 10) that for some reason women of all ages are drawn to me and have a desire to please me in order to win my attention. I guess most people would say that I'm a dominant, but I don’t really think that way. I have never liked controlling people. In fact- I often feel guilty when a woman submitted to me and let me do anything I choose to with her. I always felt like I had an unfair advantage. As an Alpha Male I find that women submit to my sexual desires and it happens at almost a subconscious level. When a woman finds out what my sexual desires are, no matter how wild and crazy they are, suddenly my desires become their desires. Now I know most of you men are thinking that this would be the greatest life you could have. At least that is the sentiment I get from most of the stories I read here, but in reality it makes life extremely boring and superficial. Don’t get me wrong- I had a lot of fun and created some phenomenal experiences in my life. I have had threesomes, foursomes and sixsomes. If you name it then I probably did it. There was that one time that I met the Cuban National volleyball team when I was in Sweden. They were there for an international tournament and we met while working out on the beach there. You haven’t lived until you have had 12 women of all sizes and colors pleasing you and each other in every way possible. But I digress- because of women became submissive when interacting with me I could never connect with women on a deeper level. Things would sometimes start out normal but in no time at all they become submissive puppets waiting to be led. It finally got to the point where I realized there was no reason to try to have a relationship since the women I met were going to end up acting like submissive slaves, ready to do whatever I asked in an effort to please me. So after I finished my undergrad I poured my focus into business. By 24 I had started a successful business development company. By 26 I had made my first million and the rest, as they say, is history. By 28 I had stepped down as the president of my company and devoted my life to traveling the world and experiencing life. France, Thailand, Switzerland, Spain, England, Fiji… you name it and I have probably been there. Cannes Film Festival, The Oscars, Formula 1 races- if there is a “must attend” event then I have been there. It was fun, but it all gets a little tiresome after a while. I know most of you watch T.V. and see these celebrities that are strung out on drugs or that commit suicide and you can’t understand why they are so miserable. In your minds you think that money and fame would be the greatest thing in the world. Well let me tell you- it’s not. It will drive you absolutely insane- and I don’t even have fame. I just have a lot of money. I can’t even begin to imagine how things would be if I was famous too. Again, I digress- I told you I wasn’t a writer. So let me tell you how all of this started. About 6 years ago I woke up in the penthouse of the Four Seasons in Hong Kong after a night of ecstasy fueled sexual debauchery with a couple of girls I had met the night before in the club. The girls were both 18 years old. They were from Ireland and they were living in Mainland China teaching English at a school for girls. They were in town for an English competition in Hong Kong and their students were going to be arriving later that afternoon. I wish I could tell you how awesome the sex was with the girls, but to be honest I don’t remember any of it. I am not sure if it was the drugs or the fact that I have had more threesomes than I can count and they have all just become a blur. We had breakfast in my suite that morning and the girls got up and took showers. They commented on how nice the room was. I don’t think they had even noticed I was staying in the Presidential Suite when my driver dropped us off on the previous night. One of the girls remarked that the hotel they were staying in was a dump and their students were going to be so disappointed because they didn’t have a pool. I casually mentioned that they were welcome to bring their students over to my hotel to use the pool. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up several hours later the girls were gone. I showered and put on my bathing suit and went downstairs to the Pool Terrace that overlooks the Victoria Harbour. I put on my Persol sunglasses as I stepped out into the 89 degree heat. There were quite a few people lounging around the pool, but no one was actually in the pool except for 3 young Chinese girls. As I got a towel from the attendant and headed for my reserved cabana, I heard someone calling my name. “Chase!” It was Kylie from last night. Her flowing mane of red hair was unmistakable. “You are awake,” she said. “We had the front desk ring your room, but your phone was on do not disturb. Thanks for letting the girls come swim. You made their day,” she said as she motioned with her head to the girls swimming in the pool. I am not sure what I was expecting, but her “students” looked like they were about 11 or 12 years old, splashing around and horse playing in the water. “Amanda, Lucy, Julie, please come out of the pool and thank Mr. Chase for allowing us to use his hotel’s pool.” The girls were all smiles as they begin to get out of the water. Suddenly my breath caught in my throat as the girls came near. Their swimming suits were at least two sizes too small and thread bare. They were completely translucent and clung to their young bodies like a second skin. I was starting at the three pussies that were clearly outlined through the tight fabric. The swimsuit seemed to squeeze at their tiny little pussy lips, making them appear even more pronounced as they stood out between the slender little thighs of these tiny girls. I must have been in a daze because suddenly they were standing in front of me bowing formally as Kylie introduced each one of them to me. “This is Lucy”, she said as this slender, waif of a girl bowed her head before me. She was about 4’ 8”. She couldn’t have been more than 80 pounds. She had the beginning swells of what would become beautiful breasts. But then they were the size of a lemon cut in half. The swimsuit was pressing them firmly against her chest making her half dollar size, brown nipples clearly visible through the yellow fabric. I extended my hand for a western handshake and she jumped. This caused all of the girls to giggle, including Lucy. Lucy had long, black hair that reached past her shoulders. She had it pulled into a braid that was slung carelessly across her shoulder. I was staring at her thighs and she stepped towards me. They were so slender that there was a two-inch gap at the juncture of her thighs where her puffy pussy stood out, beautifully presented by the tight swimsuit that seemed to disappear in the folds of her creamy skin. She stepped forward and took my hand. I marveled at how soft her petite hands were. I realized that I was holding her hand for longer than was appropriate as Lucy slowly pulled her hand away and stepped aside as Kylie introduced the next girl. “This is Julie.” Kylie said as the next girl stepped forward. I was having a hard time pulling my eyes away from Lucy until Kylie said, “She is Lucy’s little sister.” My eyes immediately drank in this tiny little China doll in front of me. She was about an inch shorter than her sister and even more slender. But her pussy stood out just as prominently in her tiny yellow bathing suit. Like her sister’s suit, she was wearing a one piece that looked two sizes two small. I would find out later that all three girls were on their school swim team and these were the swimsuits provided by the school. They only replaced the swimsuits when they tore. Until then the girls were expected to squeeze into them. Julie bounced forward, smiling brightly and said hello in near perfect English. I think I was a little surprised. I was expecting broken English or at least a heavy accent. “Your English is fantastic,” I said without realizing I had spoken my thought. Julie smiled even bigger showing perfectly straight white teeth. He hair was cut in a cute pixie that went just below her chin. Her chest was completely flat except for a dark pebble of nipple that stood out proudly in her see-through suit. She didn’t have any hips at all, but as she turned to walk away I was entranced by he beautiful little ass. He swimsuit seemed to cut all the way up to her crotch. One of her ass cheeks had fallen out of the suit and jiggled slightly as she walked. I was hard as a rock. I had taken to wearing European style speedos since this was the style in almost all countries outside of North America. I realized too late my hard cock had slid out of the top of my swim briefs. Fully aroused I am almost 9 inches long. In that moment my dick was harder than I ever remembered being in my life. Perhaps it was partly due to the last effects of the ecstasy in my system, but I knew it was mostly because of these beautiful girls standing in front of me. Let me just say- prior to this moment I don’t think I had ever noticed a pre-teen before. And I know for sure I had never been sexually attracted to one or turned on by one. But my dick wasn’t just hard it was actually throbbing. As my cock got hard the confines of my swim briefs had pushed the head of my cock about an inch above my waistband. The tight elastic band pressed my cock firmly to my rock hard abdomen but it also forced blood into the head of my cock with each muscle throb. I had been so enthralled by these sexy little fuck tarts that I had not even noticed. As Amanda stepped forward to be introduced I saw her eyes go wide and I looked down to see the head of my cock, throbbing and dark red. There was a clear stream of pre-cum that was dripping slowly down the head staining the top of my red swim briefs. Like I said before, I am a Black man with a medium complexion, but I know I must have turned beet red. I quickly reached down and tried unsuccessfully to tuck my cock into my shorts, but I was so hard that it wouldn’t bend. When I finally got myself readjusted and in my briefs you could clearly see the outline of my cock and cum-filled balls. Lucy and Julie giggled behind their hands, but neither averted their eyes from my throbbing bulge. Kylie gave me a look that said “what the hell”, but I ignored it as I stepped forward to shake Amanda’s hand. I tried to stick my butt out as I reached forward to extend my hand, hoping this would make my cock look less prominent and take attention from my cock that felt like it was ready to explode. I took Amanda’s hand and said hello. She had big beautiful eyes and a graceful neck. Her hair was coiled up on top of her head in a complicated braid. I would find out later that it reached down her entire back to the top of her ass. Her swimsuit was equally tight, but her tits were the size of plums. Her brown, quarter size aureoles were clearly visible and her nipples got hard right before my eyes and stood out to about half the size of pencil erasers. I was wondering if seeing my cock is what caused her nipples to get hard. When suddenly she gasped and she snatched her hand out of mine. As she pulled her hand away I saw a thick strand of my pre-cum stretch from my hand by nearly 3 inches and then fly to Amanda’s hand like it was a rubber band. I had shook Amanda’s hand with the same hand I had just used to adjust my cock. I must have leaked my pre-cum on my hand without realizing it. I couldn’t tell if Amanda knew what it was, but she knew it was the same stuff she had just seen a moment before leaking out of my exposed cock head. She used the thumb and first finger of her other hand to touch the slimy trail I had left behind in her palm. Kylie was still looking at me wondering what was going on so I think she missed the entire cum-exchange that had taken place right in front of her. I was so embarrassed but I was also so turned on. I excused myself quickly, telling Kylie that I wanted to jump in the pool so I could cool off (understatement of the year). I walked awkwardly past the 3 girls as I rushed to the pool, but I briefly saw Amanda rubbing my pre-cum between her fingers and whispering to Lucy as she showed her. I dove into the pool and swam a lap. As I was getting out of the pool and toweling off the girls had gotten back into the pool and they were swimming and laughing like regular little kids again. I started to feel a little guilty for lusting after them like some old pervert that hadn’t had any pussy in years. I had just settled into my cabana, when Kylie came over and plopped down in the seat next to me. “What was that all about,” she asked, giving me the same strange look I had seen before. “I think I may still be rolling a little from last night,” I said. Rolling is slang for when you are in the middle of an ecstasy high. My explanation seemed to make sense to Kylie so sat back in her lounge chair next to mine. “Where is your friend?” I couldn’t remember her name for the life of me. “Tara? She stayed at the hotel. I think she may be a lightweight. She has taken ecstasy, but the stuff you had was stronger than anything either of us has ever had. What kind was it?” “It doesn’t really have a name. I have a drug company that makes pharmaceutical grade ecstasy in their lab in California,” I said. “Well you should call it pussy pleaser. I have never been so horny in my life as I was last night. And Tara said the same thing when we talked about it this morning. That is some fantastic shit.” Kylie said as she started squirming in her chair. “Talking about it is making me horny all over again or perhaps it was seeing your cock busting out of your swimsuit.” Kylie said seductively with a giggle. Let me tell you about Kylie. She is about 5’2 “ tall and 108 pounds. She has long wavy red hair and cute freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her nipples are bright pink and he pussy doesn’t have a single hair on it anywhere. He pussy gets super wet, but what I love is how red her inner pussy is. I have been with a few redheads in my life and I think I have a thing for them. Call it- “Ginger-vitis”, LOL! Kylie is sexy as hell and has tight little body. The girls got a little freaky last night and kissed and touched each other’s tits, but that was as far as it went so I assumed it was the ecstasy egging them on and not any real bi-sexual desires. Kylie continued to recount our episode from last night. I was barely listening, but as her conversation switched to her students my ears perked up. Kylie proceeded to tell me that the girls were all super-smart. They came from a small town outside of Guangzhou in the province of Guangdong. They had tested for high IQ levels at the age of 4 so they were given access to the best schools and tutors. This was a standard process in China and I marveled at their efficiency for developing their human capital. The girls’ parents had been poor farmers, but they were given basic government jobs after it was discovered that their kids were so advanced. It didn’t pay a lot, but it was significantly more than they had been making and got the families above the poverty line. Amanda was actually from another province, but she had come to live with Lucy and Julie after they met in their first year of primary school. “Lucy and Amanda are 15 and Julie just turned 14.” Kylie said. “They all began taking English at the age of 4 and that is why their English is so good. But most of their instructors were Chinese people that had gone to school in the U.K. or in the United States. During the summer they study with native English instructors to work on their grammar and accents.” Kylie continued to talk, but I was only half listening. I was staring at the girls as they played in the pool. “Let’s go get into the pool,” I told Kylie as I stood up and set my sunglasses on the table in my cabana, I called a hostess over and told her to make sure someone watched my stuff and to send over some extra towels. Kylie took off her swimsuit cover and began walking towards the pool with me. Lucy saw us coming and said something in Chinese and the girls all stopped talking and watched us get into the pool. I swam over to the girls and asked them if they were having fun. “Yes,” they responded in unison. “I love how it looks like the pool just flows right into the harbor,” Amanda said. “That is called an Infinity Pool.” I responded as I wiped the water off of my bald head. “Lucy was scared when she first got in, she was afraid we might get sucked into the harbor,” Amanda laughed. “No I wasn’t,” Lucy whined, “I wondered how they kept the fish from swimming in.” she said, and everyone laughed. Lucy’s cheeks turned red and then she dove into the water and swam away, giving me a delicious view of her cute little ass and puffy pussy that poked out from between her legs from behind and she went under the water. I felt myself getting hard again. “Do you girls know any fun pool games?” I asked. “Marco Polo,” Julie said. I was surprised, I just assumed that Marco Polo was a game someone had made up in America. I didn’t expect it to be played internationally. I repeated the rules only to find that they were exactly the same. So we decided to play. Julie yelled “Not It”, followed quickly by Amanda and then myself. Kylie chimed in as well leaving Lucy as “It” as she swam up to get into the action. Lucy complained that it wasn’t fair that she was “It” since she had swam away and didn’t have a fair chance to say “Not It” in time. It was kind of surreal- I could have been in any pool in America hearing this conversation and yet I was in Hong Kong. In my all of my travels I have come to realize that like the song from Digital Underground, “All Around The World The Same Song”! Lucy started to count and everyone began to scatter throughout the pool. As she started saying “Marco?” we responded with the requisite, “Polo.” Walking around the pool I found myself on the shallow end of the pool next to the stairs. I looked up and Julie was a few feet in front of me, standing on the top rung of the pool ladder with one foot on the top rung while her other foot was out of the water on the pool deck. He nearly see-through swimsuit was clinging to her body as the water dripped down her body. The edges of her suit had begun to creep up into the crack of her ass. Her skin was as creamy as milk and as smooth as porcelain. From behind I could see the outline of her pussy between her spread legs. I could clearly see the cleft line of her tiny pussy lips. She was intently watching Lucy on the other side of the pool begin to make her way to our side. I slowly began to float along the pool wall until I was next to her ladder. As I looked up I could just make out the tiny mouth of her tight, little pussy as the lips slightly spread with every move of her leg. She was trying to keep her balance and still keep one foot in the water in case Lucy yelled “Fish Out Of Water?” In that moment it took everything inside of me to resist sliding her flimsy suit over and sticking my tongue as far as I could into her little pussy. My cock was so hard that it hurt. Suddenly her hand slipped on the wet ladder rail and she cartwheeled into the pool. If I hadn’t been right there she may have hit her head on the ladder rail, but instead I caught her right at her waist and took the brunt of the impact against the railing with my arm. I hit my elbow and my entire right arm went numb as I instinctively pulled Julie against me to protect her. My arm felt like a bolt of electricity was running through it until suddenly I realized that my hard cock was nestled against Julie’s ass. Even through the material of our swimsuits I could feel the heat of her pussy against my dick as she practically sat on my lap in the water. I got my footing back and stood up as I asked her if she was all right. As I stood up Julie’s thin frame slid down my body until my cock basically lodged itself between her legs. I heard Julie gasp. I grabbed her waist with both of my hands asking her again if she was all right. As I prepared to turn her around I couldn’t help but notice how good her tiny waist felt in my hands. My cock was jumping in my swimsuit and each time it throbbed I could feel my cock pushing against her warm pussy folds. Holding her against my body, I moved my hips and stroked my cock slowly in and out, between her legs until I felt her cute little ass pressed firmly against my abdomen. I wanted her to feel my cock pressing against her and I wanted her to know it wasn’t an accident. I have no idea what came over me. I felt like a man possessed. Julie was frozen against me. She didn’t move or turn around. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. I reached back with and freed my rock hard cock from the confines of my swimsuit. My right arm was around Julie’s waist, holding her up against me in the water with her back pressed firmly against my midsection. She felt so tiny in my arms. With my left hand I stroked my cock in the water. My dick was the largest it has ever been as it throbbed in my hand. I slowly rubbed the sensitive head of my cock against the outside of Julie’s bare thigh. It felt so fucking good. My right hand slid off of Julie’s waist down to her young cunt. I cupped her mound in my hand and used it to hold her up in the water. Her tiny little, 13 year old pussy felt fantastic as I squeezed it through her swimsuit. I heard a faint whimper escape her throat, but she didn’t move an inch. Emboldened, I slid my rock hard cock across her outer thigh, across her tiny little exposed butt cheek and lodged my cock between her thighs. I looked up briefly and saw the other girls on the far side of the pool intently playing the game. Kylie was being chased by Lucy, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to get caught. No one was paying any attention to us. I slid my right hand up from Julie’s cunt and let her pussy rest firmly against my cock. Other than my hand balancing her against my chest she was being held up entirely by my hard dick between her legs. I moved my hips and stroked the length of my cock across Julie’s swimsuit clad pussy. She whimpered again and that just turned me on even more. I slid my hand up to her chest until I felt her raised nipples pressing into my palm. Her chest was flat, but the pebble sized nipples felt fantastic on my hand. I lightly pinched her left nipple with my thumb and first finger and then rolled it between my fingers as I slowly slid my bare cock back and forth against her swimsuit covered cunt. Her swimsuit was so thin I could feel the tiny folds of her immature pussy lips sliding across my cock. I am not sure if it was just a reflex or Julie trying to get me to stop, but suddenly she squeezed her thighs tightly, capturing my cock even more firmly against her cunt. Feeling the warm, bare skin of her thighs on either side of my hard cock was nearly enough to make me cum right there, but then I saw Lucy beginning to swim towards our side of the pool. “Marco?” she called out. “Polo.” I replied as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of the tight juncture formed by Julie’s closed thighs and soft pussy. Julie slumped heavily against my body and it caused me to look down. I could see my huge cock, magnified grotesquely in the water sticking out nearly 4 inches from between her closed thighs. It looked so fucking hot. Lucy was getting closer. I slid my cock out of tight crevice that her closed thighs and pussy had created and moaned softly myself as the engorged head of my cock and my sensitive glans rubbed against her warm thighs and soft ass before popping free. With great effort I tucked my cock, painfully, back into my swimsuit. I pinched Julie’s nipple one last time forcing a moan from low in her throat then I let her go. Julie turned and gave me a curious look. There was no fear, but instead it was a look of innocence as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened or how she felt about it. For a split second I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I looked around to see if anyone had seen me, but no one had even noticed. The entire encounter had lasted for less than one minute. But it was enough to light a fire inside of me. As Julie turned to swim away Lucy was right behind her and they bumped into each other. “You’re it!” Lucy squealed, so excited that she had finally caught someone. “I am tired of this game. I am going to take a rest.” Julie said as she swam to the ladder and began to climb out of the pool. She looked back at me again with the same curious look and then she went to the cabana and sat in one of the lounge chairs. Lucy looked at me, not sure what had just taken place. I quickly said that I would be “it” and Lucy laughed and started swimming away from me towards the deep end of the pool. Now I was “It”. I counted to twenty and then I slightly opened one of my eyes as I began to call out “Marco”. I made a show of trying to locate the girls. Kylie was sitting on the edge of the pool deck with one foot dangling in the water. Amanda had gone to the shallow side of the pool, but I had already located my target. Lucy was on the deep side of the pool diving to the bottom and then popping up to the surface to answer with “Polo” to my call of “Marco”. I walked in the middle of the pool with my arms outstretched and moving up and down in the water. Suddenly Kylie gave me the opportunity I needed when she ran along the pool deck and then dove into the deep end. When she splashed into the water I used that as my excuse to dive head first in the direction of her splash. Kylie began swimming towards the shallow end of the pool, but then I headed full speed towards Lucy. Everything happened so fast I don’t think she saw me coming. She was watching Kylie jump into the water and suddenly I was right next to her. She gasped loudly and then sunk down in the water heading for the bottom. Her gasp was loud enough that I was able to use that as my “excuse” for locating her. With one eye slightly open I dove in her same direction flailing my arms frantically like I was trying to locate the person that was there. Lucy was watching me from underwater and trying to sink deeper toward the bottom to get away. But I was a heat-seeking missile and I had locked onto my target. I continued swimming towards her until I was less than a foot away. Then I started feeling around the water in her area as if I was trying to locate her. She stood still hoping I would miss her and return to the surface to breath. I watched out of my slightly open eye until I had my plan and my angle. I started sinking deeper in the water until I was about a foot lower than she was and still less than a foot away. Lucy took the bait and began trying to move slowly away from me towards the surface. Suddenly I shot up towards her and grabbed her. My hand slid between her legs and palmed her pussy from the back. The sudden movement of my hand caused the tight fabric of the bathing suit to slide over exposing her entire right ass cheek. As I slid my hand forward against her crotch, my first finger slid over her tight little asshole that had been exposed when her suit slid between her crack. I pressed on her tight rosebud firmly, not trying to penetrate her, but in an effort to make sure she knew exactly where my hand was and what I was doing. I slid my hand further along the edge of her swimsuit that was now wedged in her crotch until my thumb felt the soft folds of her pussy lips. I grabbed the other edge of her bunched up suit and tugged slightly until I saw the crotch of her suit slide over and reveal her bare pussy. Her lips weren’t nearly as fat as they appeared in the tight suit, but they were slightly parted from the pressure of the bunched up suit pulling her pussy open. I ran the length of my thumb from her naked asshole through her spread pussy lips. I could feel the soft meat from the inside of her pussy against the knuckle of my thumb as I slid my hand back and forth against her tight cunt. Finally I slid my hand back again until I had her entire bare ass cheek in my right hand. I squeeze the firm globe in my palm then I inserted the tip of my first finger and second finger into the entrance of her sweet little pussy and tight little ass. As I felt my fingers invade her warm holes I pressed Lucy against the wall of the pool with body as my right hand continued to violate her tight asshole and tiny pussy. I pressed my right hand forward until my first finger was buried in her hot, tight asshole, up to the second knuckle. Her young, tight asshole felt warm around my finger. I tried to push my other finger just as deeply into her young, tight pussy channel, but I met an obstruction. She was a virgin. I don’t know why I was surprised after all she was only 15. I think the shock was mostly due to the fact that I had never actually been with a virgin, let alone actually felt a hymen. By this time about 15 seconds had passed and we both needed oxygen. Although, to be honest, I probably could have drowned happily with my fingers buried inside her tight body. I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of her tiny holes, being careful not to scratch he with my fingernails. As soon as my hand was free and I removed the pressure of my body off of her, Lucy quickly made way for the surface. We both reached the surface of the pool. I took a deep breath and sunk deeply into the water. I am not sure why, but I was absolutely calm and unconcerned about what her reaction would be. I just needed a moment to compose myself and readjust my hard cock in my swimsuit. I resurfaced in time to see Lucy climbing out of the pool. Her ass was still exposed and the crotch of her swimsuit was lodged between her pussy lips causing one of her lips to bulge out of the side of the suit. It was one of the sexiest sights I have ever seen and my cock throbbed in my shorts. As Lucy stood up on the pool deck she looked back at me and I looked her squarely in the eye. I wanted her to have no doubt that it wasn’t an accident. I wanted her to know I had hunted her down in the water and intentionally abused her pussy and tight asshole. I got out of the pool and followed her to the cabana where she grabbed a towel and began toweling herself dry. She pulled the swimsuit material out of crotch and looked at me again. My hard cock was clearly visible through my swimsuit and I grabbed it through the material of my swimsuit and stroked myself while staring at her. Her eyes dropped to my crotch where my hand was lewdly stroking myself through my swimsuit. Her eyes were glued to the outline of my hard dick and then I shook my bulging cock at her. Her eyes snapped up and she looked at me and I smiled. I am not sure what she saw in that smile, but I felt like a lion that licks his chops after his prey has been captured and before he begins to feed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kylie walking towards us. “What happened? Did you get Lucy?” “Yes, I got her.” I laughed. Kylie looked at Lucy and then back at me and gave me a funny look, but didn’t say anything. I was getting ready to grab a towel and dry off when Amanda called from the water. “Is the game finished? Why did everyone stop? Do we have to leave? I would like to swim some more.” Amanda stated as dove under the water. Kylie was laying a towel across the chaise so she could stretch out and get some sun. Julie and Lucy were sitting next to each other whispering quietly to each other. The girls looked up and saw me looking at them and they both blushed before quickly averting their eyes. I decided to get back in the water. I dove in and swam a few laps and came to rest next to Amanda. “Are you having fun?” I asked. “Yes and thank you very much for inviting us to use your pool. It was very kind of you to allow us to come.” She said in perfect English. I laughed a little when she said that, thinking of how much I needed to cum. I asked her questions and she talked about her family and school. It seemed that the girls led very sheltered lives. They spent most of their lives studying and participating in academic competitions. They didn’t have much money so even when they traveled to different places like this, they rarely got to go out and see the sights or experience the area. I told her that I would be happy to show them around Hong Kong and make sure they had a fantastic experience. Their competition was on Monday and they had planned to study all day Sunday, but she thought it would be okay if they took today off. She began to talk excitedly about seeing the city and perhaps visiting a museum. Her face was lit up then suddenly she stopped talking and seemed to get sad. I asked her what was wrong and she said that they did not bring any nice clothes. They only had their school uniform to wear to the competition. They had brought their swimsuits and pajama like clothes for wearing at their hotel. Their parents had packed them meals because they couldn’t afford to have them eat out at the restaurants. I told her that I would be happy to take them shopping for clothes and then we could go to the best restaurant in Hong Kong. She lit up like a Christmas tree. “You must be very wealthy, to stay in a hotel like this. My mother told me once that these hotels have rooms that cost as much as a year of wages.” Amanda said. “Your mother is correct,” I said while floating lazily on my back. “My room is $6,000 per night.” “That is not possible,” she said in a startled voice. “It is possible. I will be here for a total of 10 days.” I replied. I raised my head and I saw her doing the math quickly in her head then she looked at me very seriously and said, “Why would someone so wealthy want to spend time with us poor Chinese girls?” For her young age I could instantly tell that she was very intelligent. I stopped floating and stood up in the pool. I looked her directly in the eyes and said, “The 3 of you are absolutely beautiful and there is nothing I would enjoy more than being with you and spending time with you while you are here.” Amanda blushed brightly, but I could also see her mind working. I laid back down in the water and began floating again. After a few moments Amanda said, “I would like to learn how to float. Can you teach me?” I sat up in the water and she was staring at me with unflinching eyes. “I would be happy to.” I said as moved closer to her. “Lay on your back and stretch your arms and legs out wide.” I said. She tried on several attempts to float, but even with me holding her back her legs continued to sink into the water. “Let’s try something else.” I said as I moved between her spread legs. “Squeeze your legs against my waist.” I told her as I placed both of my hands on the small of her back to help her float. As she slowly got her balance I moved my hands from her back and she was able to keep her upper body floating on the water. With her legs still stretched out, but squeezing against my sides Amanda was perfectly level to the surface as she floated. I gently placed my hands on her hips and begin to walk with her around the pool. As I walked forward I pulled her slightly back against me with my hands until my hard cock was pressed against her pussy mound. The thin fabric was stretched tight against her pussy and I was able to every fold and crease of her young, tender pussy. As she felt me press firmly against her she raised her head and looked between her legs to see what was pressing against her pussy. Even from that angle she could see my hard cock outlined in my shorts pressing against her sensitive flesh. She looked me in the eyes and then lowered her head back down. I pulled firmly on her hips and begin grinding my hips and mashing my cock against her pussy. I watched as my hard dick would cause her pussy lips to flatten and move under the see-through material as I moved against her. I started to massage her lower abdomen with my thumbs as I pulled her floating body against my cock. I hooked my thumbs under the flimsy swimsuit edge at her hips and pulled forcefully up. This cause the material to pull up into her crotch until it gave her a wedgie. The material slipped between her fourteen year old pussy lips forcing the lips to split open on either side of the swimsuit. Her now exposed pussy lips looked obscene on such a young body, but I was in heaven. I pressed my covered cock even more firmly against her exposed pussy lips. I watched as her pussy lips moved and stretched as they were forcefully pressed by my hungry cock. To any casual observer it would have appeared as if we were just walking around the pool as I assisted her in floating. If Amber noticed what I had done she gave no indication. She chatted idyllically as I walked her around the pool. “I have a friend in my school.” Amber began, her slightly quivering voice being the only indication that I was grinding against her exposed pussy. “She told me that when she was 14 her parents asked her to come home for a holiday. She found it strange because they didn’t have very much money so she would usually stay at school or accept an invitation to spend the holiday with one of her classmates.” I reached down and slid my shorts down exposing about half of my 9-inch cock. I began to rub my bare cock against the folds of Amanda’s bare pussy. Amanda gasped lightly and then continued her story. “She told me when she got home they had a guest at her home. It was a foreign businessman from the company where her father worked. Her mother introduced her and told her that she had met him once before at a company picnic a year before. My friend said she remembered him instantly because he had seemed to be watching her the entire time that they were at the picnic. Every time she looked up his eyes would be on her.” I slid Amanda’s swimsuit off of her pussy and her pussy lips spread open for me. I began rubbing the naked head of my cock up and down across her hot fuck hole. We were in about 4-feet of water and this was going on just below the surface of the pool. Watching her hairless cunt split open as I slid the head of my cock from the bottom of her pussy to the top was such a fantastic sight to watch. Her tiny pussy lips would bulge out on either side of cock as I worked it up and down her tight, little slit. “My friend said she knew the man was important because he was sitting in the chair reserved for her father at the dinner table. They had dinner and her father and the businessman carried on regular conversation. When they finished eating her mother told her to go upstairs and take a bath. Usually she was able to stay up much later on the holidays so she was surprised she had to take a bath so early.” “Ungh,” Amanda moaned as I rubbed the head of my swollen cock against her tiny little clit and then she continued her story. “She said her mother came in while she was bathing and washed her hair and told her that it was important for her to make the guest very happy. He was a very important man. Her mother said he was going to sleep in their room that night and my friend was going to sleep with him and she had to do whatever he asked her to do. My friend couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had never even kissed a boy, but she understood that she was going to have to have sex with this man.” I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. It looked so tiny compared to my engorged head. I push forward slightly and felt her tight hole squeezing against the tip of my cock. It felt exquisite. Amanda’s sharp exhalation was the only indication that my full sized cock was trying to invade her tiny, immature body. “My friend said her mother dressed her in one of her sleeping gowns that was much to large. She didn’t have any underclothes on beneath it. Then her mother walked her to parent’s rooms and knocked on the door. The man inside gave her mother permission to enter her own room. He was lying on the bed wearing pajamas. Her mother said, ‘Here is my daughter’, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. I had worked half of the head of my cock into her hot little cunt. I could fill her pussy starting to lubricate as I continued try to push more of cock inside of her. “My friend didn’t tell me all the details, but she told me that the man put his thing inside her mouth and both of her private parts.” Amanda said and then groaned loudly as rest of my swollen cockhead slipped inside of her tight cunt. Amanda’s tight fuck hole had closed tightly around the neck of my cock leaving the head buried inside her and invisible. It looked almost as good as it felt. I could feel her young pussy muscles squeezing my cock as if trying to expel this invading member from her violated body. I pulled her down hard on my cock with her hips. “Ouch,” she said as she arched her back in pain. I looked up and saw Kylie raise her head to look in our direction. I pulled my cock back a little and didn’t penetrate any deeper. Kylie gave me that funny look again and then laid her head back down to continue working on her tan. I began pulling the head of my cock out of Amanda’s tight cunt. I love watching her lips spread and her tight little pussy hole would open as my cock head seemed to magically appear. Then I would push in again until my head was again buried inside her. Amanda was panting heavily as I sawed my cock in and out of the opening of her pussy. Her nipples were clearly visible in her translucent swimsuit and they were hard as rocks. My balls were tight against my body as I continued to fuck the mouth of her young cunt. “Do all rich men want to be with young girls?” Amanda asked. And I shot my first load of cum inside of her cunt. The force of it pushed my cock out of her fuck box and my next two streams of cum shot across her body and landed on her abdomen. Two more ropes of cum shot out of my dick and landed in the water. I don’t think I have ever cum that hard in my life. There were globs of cum floating in the pool around us and two thick lines of cum soaking into Amanda’s swimsuit. She raised her head to look at it right as I used my hand to wash it away. Amanda’s eyes looked glassy and distant as she released my hips with her legs and swam away. She went to the ladder on the deep end of the pool and climbed out. Her swimsuit was still bunched up on the side of her pussy where I left it. As she walked along the pool deck towards the cabana her entire hairless pussy was exposed. My cock instantly got rock hard again at the sight of her exposed cunt. Right as I was about to call out to her, she looked down and saw herself. She blushed brightly and then adjusted her suit to cover her pussy as she walked to the cabana. I was exhausted as I stood there in the pool. I tucked my hard cock back inside my swimsuit and walked towards the stairs to get out of the pool. Julie and Lucy were sitting on the stairs in the shallow end talking softly and staring at me with wide eyes. I hadn’t even noticed them get in. I wondered how much they had seen. The girls both blushed and dropped their heads as I walked by. I walked to the cabana and grabbed a towel and began to dry off. “How was the pool?” Kylie said as she lifted up on one elbow. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked with an amused twinkle in her eye. I thought for a second that perhaps the girls had said something to her while I was in the pool or that she had just seen Amanda getting out of the pool nearly naked. “It was fantastic and I enjoyed myself immensely.” I replied, loud enough for Amanda to hear as she dried herself off in the back of the cabana. “I told Amanda that I would take her and the girls to buy some clothes and then take them to dinner.” I said as I toweled off. She hadn’t seemed to notice my hard cock throbbing in my bathing suit and I wasn’t sure what she saw in the pool or what the girls had told her. But I didn’t care. This was my world and my hotel. I had stayed at enough Four Season hotels that I could probably own one. At $6,000 a night for the Presidential Suite I knew that if this incident were brought to the attention of the staff all I had to do was deny everything and they would be apologizing to me for the inconvenience. I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt so alive. “If that works for you then let’s get ready to go. You can invite your friend Tara to join us as well.” I said. Kylie called Lucy and Julie and told them it was time to get out of the pool. Julie was the first to get out of the pool and her suit sucked to her body. Her belly button was clearly visible in her translucent suit and for some reason that turned me on even more. I got up and grabbed one of the towels that the attendant had left and motioned for Julie to come over. She seemed surprised at first, but she immediately obeyed my instructions. As she walked over I opened one of the large, fluffy towels and draped it around her. I worked my hands along her shoulders and back and then down past her waist, using the towel to dry her as I went. My left hand was drying her back while my right hand slid down to her ass. When I got to her ass I palmed her ass firmly until I could feel her ass cheeks part on each side of my towel-covered hand. Even through the thick towel I could feel her heat and her feminine curves. I dug even deeper into crotch until I could feel her tailbone on my palm and her soft pussy on my fingers. I was pulling her up by her crotch so hard that it caused her to rise up on her toes. Amanda had finished drying off and was watching me intently. Although the hand that was palming Julie’s crotch was obscured from Amanda and Kylie’s vision I could tell that Amanda knew what was happening either because of the look on Julie’s face (which I couldn’t see) or the look of lust on mine. I finished drying Julie off and I wrapped the towel around her. I gave her a firm pat on her ass as I turned to reach for another towel. Julie walked over to wear Amanda was standing and turned to watch the action. Kylie was gathering her things into a beach bag, but looked up to see what was going on. Amanda and Julie weren’t saying a word. They were just staring intently in my direction. Kylie stopped what she was doing and began to watch to see what was going on. Lucy had been out of the pool for the entire time and she stood there dripping wet. There were towels within arms reach, but she hadn’t gotten one. She had been watching me dry her sister off and from her angle she could see everything. I motioned with my finger for her to come to me as I held a towel wide for her. She stood there for a moment without moving. Kylie was now staring as intently as the girls, transfixed by the scene that was playing out in front of them. But for me it felt like the entire world had disappeared. It felt as if all reality had stopped and I was in a time warp or in an alternate reality. I had a split second thought that perhaps I was still high on ecstasy, but I knew this was different. I was definitely high, but I was high on lust and on power. I could see Lucy shivering. The temperature was almost 90 degrees with a warm, humid breeze. She wasn’t cold. I motioned for her again and she took a step toward me, then another. I stretched out the towel wide and told her to open her arms as she stopped in front of me. She obeyed my instructions and raised both of her arms out by her sides. I slowly toweled off her left arm and then her right arm. I bent over and dried her left foot and then worked my way up her leg. “Spread your legs,” I said gently, but it was clearly a command. “Wider,” I said and she opened her legs to nearly shoulder width. I had finished with her arms but she kept them up like I had commanded. As I went to her other leg and begin to dry her right foot and then work my way her to her thigh I could see out of the corner of my eye several other guests at the pool watching this scene closely. I stood up and walked behind Lucy and dried her shoulders and then her lower back. I then leaned over and dried the backs of her legs. I moved to her ass and began methodically drying each ass check one by one. I could feel a shiver run through her body and into my hand as I used each of my hands to cup and knead each of the meaty globes of her ass. Then I reached around with the towel and began drying her breasts. I had a nice handful of young tit in each hand and I could feel her nipples stiffen against my palms. She was still holding her arms out by her side. I could hear her breathing increasing. I looked up and saw Kylie, Amanda and Julie staring as if hypnotized by what they saw. Kylie was taking deep breaths and biting her lower lip. Amanda and Julie seemed to have glassy eyes and they stared without moving as I continued to maul Lucy’s tits under the towel with my left hand as my right hand moved across her abdomen to her crotch. Lucy’s legs were still open, but I felt her thighs clamp hard against my hand as I cupped her tender pussy. “Open,” I whispered into her ear softly and her thighs relaxed and parted. I massaged her pussy through the towel with my right hand as my left hand continued to rub one of her tits and then the other. I pulled firmly against Lucy’s pussy until she was up on the tips of her toes. She was balanced only by her young pussy smashed against my hand and the firm grasp I had on her nubile tits. I pulled her back against me so she could feel my hard cock pressing against the soft flesh of her ass. This went on for seconds, minutes, possibly hours. Time seemed to stand still for everyone. Then Lucy moaned and slumped against me. I could feel her pussy spasm against my hand as she experienced what I assumed was her first orgasm. I held her against me and slowed my manipulation of her pussy until I felt her body stop shuddering and her breathing return to normal “Good Girl!” I whispered as I tied her towel around her and let her go. I was afraid her knees were going to buckle, but then she caught herself and walked over next to her sister and Amanda. I grabbed my sunglasses off the table and said, “Let’s go!” as I began walking back toward the hotel lobby. “You can all shower in my suite and then we can go shopping.” I didn’t look back. I didn’t have to. I knew they were there. I knew they would come. We walked inside the elevator. No one said a word as I punched the button for the 43rd floor. We rode the elevator up I thought about how I had spent the last few years enjoying everything that life had to offer and fulfilling all of my desires. Suddenly I had a new desire. Actually three new desires! To be continued… All comments (positive and negative) are appreciated. You can also contact me directly at chadsendragons@gmail.com
Title: ( 3 ) Our caravan holiday gets better Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Fisting, Group Sex, Hardcore, Water Sports/Pissing Introduction: we get more cocks to play with Content: We must have slept soundly, Gretchen was still in my arms when I woke, my morning woody slide effortlessly into her pussy and slowly woke her, but I needed to pee, so after a good snuggle, I went for a walk, Sue joined me as I headed off, she had a very short shirt on, her bare ass and huge tits feeling the morning air. Being a gentleman I let her go in first, she used the douche as we spoke though the walls, I told her that I had to go to town, our large picnic blanket we had been fucking on was covered in dry cum, and we needed more water for the showers, she said she would like to go with me and get a few things too, so once we both had cleaned our anus's we walked back, the rest now sitting having a cuppa. After breakfast I told Lyn, I was going to town and chucked the blanket in the caravan, Sue grabbed a pull up dress, and jumped in, we took off to town, first port of call laundry mat, then a short walk to the super market, Sue got lots of looks in her near see though dress, her huge tits jiggling nicely as she walked. No sooner had I moved away from Sue, she had guys trying to help her, or ask her for advice where things were, of course all they were doing was perving on her tits, but she was lapping it up, I paid for my stuff and waited, Sue eventually walked out of the shop with her arms full of shopping, the guys still hanging around her, talking to her about where she was going etc, Her dress was now so low, you could nearly see her nipples, the guys standing watching her every move, she winked at me then moved her body so her tits did fall out, the guys eyes lit up like never before, Sue asked me to pull her dress up, I laughed, my hands also full, and said no chance, you need to ask someone else, well three guys nearly fell over trying to help her, all three had their hands on her dress, kind of, most were feeling her tits up, as they slowly pulled it up, she laughed and said thank you. Even as we went back to get our blanket and then put it in the dryer, the guys still hung around, Sue liked one in particular, and asked if I had the caravan keys, she needed to show him something in the caravan, she walked off with him, and some 10 minutes later they stepped out of the caravan, she was wiping her lips and he had the biggest smile ever. On our way back to camp, Dave rang, saying he had forgotten it was Friday night and the guys played darts tonight at a pub in teams, and the other guys from the teams would be pissed off if they didn't turn up, I asked how many, he said all up 12 guys, Sue said without any hesitation, bring them along too. Dave went silent, then asked if she was serious or not, she told him, yes she was, he said he would call back and confirm either way, Sue told me the guy she blew was also coming along for more tonight too, once back in camp, Sue told the others, both woman smiled Gretchen looked to Lou and said" I've already been fucked by more men here than ever before", Lou said looks like you're going to get a lot more too, Rick said same goes for Sue. For some reason they then looked at Lyn, and asked her, she said at least 700 guys or more, and 20 plus in one session, boy you could see the woman thinking about that one, they then looked at me, I told them some 300 woman plus and around 350 plus guys now, the guys mouths dropped with that answer. Then Sue asked, what's the most in one session, I told her don't really know, longest session was from mid day to 2 am, in a men's club, with little rest, Lyn then said " he leaked cum for 2 days too". Later the girls went for a walk onto the rock, all naked of course, when Dave rang, he told us only two backed out, so around 10 guys wanted to meet us, I told him they must be tidy and respect the girls, he said he would make sure they were, and any time after 6 pm to start, also bring their own drinks etc, or food. It was smiles all round when we told the girls, they all went off to the toilet for extra attention to detail, we got things set up, Rick seemed a bit on edge about Sue being fucked by so many, I told him, he or she only has to say 'enough' and we will make sure that the guys leave her alone, but more likely the guys would be crying wolf before Sue gave up. Well sure enough at 6pm, the guys arrived, the ones who had been with us before were stripped and into the girls as their cocks got sucked or they went straight into a waiting hole, the others stood back and watched for a while, their cocks growing as their mates fucked our women, I saw the guy from the shops fuck Sue, he must have brought some friends too, as all up around 18 guys or so were here. We all got into the fun, every girl with more cocks than she could use at the same time, but none seemed to worry, Gretchen really going wild with guys tag teaming her fucking her fast and hard, then swapping to another guy to keep up the assault. I have no idea, how many guys fucked who, the whole night was one blur of cocks and cum, by now the girls were well and truly stuffed full of sperm, all three had bright red rosebuds, and puffy pussy lips, I had fisted them all, and now a few guys had fisted them too, I was lucky to grab a few loads of cum too, and like Rick had eaten heaps of cum from the girls holes. It was late when the guys slowed, I lay down my arms up, and told the girls to pick a fist and then one to ride my cock, I had Lyn on my cock and the other two slide down my arm, both Sue and Gretchen high on poppers pushed their limits to the max, urging one another on to get my arm into their ass up to the elbow, the poppers now got used big time as the pressure on my fists grew. I told them both I knew how to help them get more in, telling the guys to lift them by their feet and shoulders, as this was done, I told the guys to lift and lower the girls carefully onto my fists, as this was done I told them to take a lot more poppers, once done I told the guys to lift them, then let their full weight go onto me, boy did I have to hang onto my arms, as both woman were dropped Sue went down, her ass sucking my arm in, Gretchen being lighter didn't drop as far, she then told them to lift her higher, and drop her, she screamed a bit as my arm disappeared into her body. Now they cuddled one another tears of joy and pain in their eyes, as both were slowly lifted up and down fully causing orgasms to ring out louder than ever, my arms pinned under them both, Lyn still riding my cock, took my last load of cum for the night, Rick and Lou hugged their woman as Lyn brought my cum up for me to eat, some of the guys used the girls mouths to drop a load of cum into, the girls all happy with very contented guys with limp dicks hanging cum soaked between their legs. When the girls were lifted off, I walked them to the grass area, they knew, this time even Gretchen lay with them, the guys that knew stood with me, then one by one, we pissed over them, washing their body with our streams of fluid, it was so hot seeing the girls kiss and rub our fluids on one another, more guys joined in, again some stood back to watch, when all the bladders were empty it was off to the shower for a cleanup. No one seemed to be rushing of, being a Friday of course most probably didn't have to work the next day, we all lay around talking, now and then one of the guys would slip his cock into a hole and keep it warm, but none with too much energy left to fuck now. The girls seemed to have a bit of spare energy and soon Sue was fingering Gretchen ass, playing with her swollen rosebud, next thing Lyn moved in and the three formed a circle fingering and eating one another pussies and butt's, this seemed to excite the guys as a few cocks filled with blood. One thing lead to another and soon the guys filled any hole in sight, my cock went deep into Gretchen's hot ass, while she took one in her pussy & mouth and each hand, it wasn't long before she got topped up by us all, Sue and Lyn were doing the same, it seems everyone had found their second wind. The new burst of energy only lasted about an hour, then once more limp cocks outnumbered the hard ones, every hole refilled by cum, I had taken Rick's and Al's cum and a new cock , so I was happy, then Gretchen stood and took the girls onto the grass, within seconds the guys stood over them and washed them with the piss, the girls laughing as they kissed and rubbed each other's bodies. Then Gretchen stood and let her piss go, Lyn and Sue took most over their faces, I moved and lay with them, her warm piss flowed over my face, then each in turn rose and repeated the act over us, it was so hot feeling the juices fall upon me, then a few other guys let a bit more piss flow, then once more we all showered off. By now the guys were done for, laying around knackered, the girls relaxed alongside us, Sue was first to speak and ask the guys if they were up for more fun Saturday night, the night lit up with smiles all round, and lots of yes please, Gretchen and Lyn both said, bring more mates too, as they played with each other's pussies. The guys now seemed to be more content on leaving, kissing the girls one last time, now the girls headed for bed, Lyn sleeping with me, once in bed she knelt up, wanting my fists in her ass and pussy, they slide in easy, as I worked her up to a huge orgasm, my cock started to respond to her groans of bliss. I knew my balls were empty but with my fist still in her pussy, my cock eased open her tender rosebud for one more fuck, some 10 minutes later I had one last dry orgasm, sleep soon followed.
Title: 3 Plug Party Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Foot or shoe fetish, Hardcore, Male / Females, Male/Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Plumper, Threesome, Toys Introduction: I find out how much Jackie likes anal Content: As I come back in the house with my kit and walk up the stairs towards the spare room that Jen told me to use. I can hear the noise has died down a bit and even more people were packing it in for the night. From my time in the military I learned to leave a go bag in the truck for situations like this. I worked hard but I played hard too. I head to the bathroom in the back of the room and rummage through the bag. I grab a towel and the shower kit and jump in the shower. As the steam builds up, I smell the perfumes of Jen and Ashley mixing and lingering in the air as the water runs down me. As I let the water run around my cock and balls, I get the smell of sex as the sister’s pussy juices melt away from my shaft. They both tasted sweet, like wild flowers, when they each sat on my face before they squat fucked my cock. I wrap a towel around my waist and step out into the room after a hot shower the cool air felt good against my skin. “How was your shower?” I snap my head around and see Jackie standing near the bed. “ It was good. Well look at you.” I say to her. Jackie... Was a really cute thick girl, she is about 5’5” well almost 6’ with the 5” shiny black mules she had on her beautiful little feet. Her high arches and with her toes painted bright pink, caught my eye right away. She had Boy cut red hair. Makeup done a little slutty but it worked well with her high cheek bones. Her purple satin robe barely covering her perky C cup breasts and her big round firm ass. Her panties matching the robe, as I can see the front panel coming up through her thick thighs. Her calf muscles flex as she shifted her weight. “What are you all dressed up for?” I ask her. “The girls said I should come up and join the fun.” As she unties the her robe exposing some more of her breasts and her little round belly. “Well I don’t know how your going to do that, there’s no pussy in here for you to eat.” I say to her laughing. “Fuck you, I knew this was a bad idea.” She tells me as she gets pissed off and starts tying up her robe and trying to walk away. “Hey come on I was only joking.” As I reach for her arm to stop her. I spin her around towards me and grab her by her wide firm hips. Jackie and I always were throwing zingers at each other growing up. We flirted with each other a lot but mostly we were just friends breaking each other stones. “For all the times I flirted with you and I never got anywhere with you. So I just thought you liked girls more than taking cock.” I tell her as I untie the robe exposing her breasts again. “Well maybe if you weren’t such a jerk I would of taken your cock.” She tells me as she looks down at my towel. “Well I didn’t think you sucked cock.” I tell her as I push the robe back more, I see her big beautiful pink nipples standing erect. “Well I do suck.” As she reaches down and pulls my towel away. My cock flaccid, but still puffy from fucking the sisters before. She reaches down and wraps her soft hand around my shaft, pulling up slowly. I can feel my cock pulsing in her hand as my erection starts to grow. “Well show me what you can do.” I tell her as I walk her back towards the wall behind her. My cock still growing in her hand as she drops down in front of me. I pull her hand away and take my half hard cock and place it in front of her mouth. She opens her mouth and starts sucking and licking on the tip.“Mmmm yeah, that’s a good start.” I moan to her. I pull my cock away from her mouth. “Open your mouth.” I tell her as I start smacking my cock off her tongue. My cock starting to rage now, the soreness from being overworked helping keep the orgasms away. I take my cock and start smacking it off the side of her face. My erection full now, as I can hear my cock thudding off her face. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh” Jackie letting out a little moaning sound as I keep beating my cock against her cheeks. I hold her head still as I aim for her mouth and shove my whole rock hard cock right into her mouth. “Gug..Gug.. Gug..” I hear from Jackie as I push in hard and pull out fast a couple times hitting the back of her throat as she gags on my cock. “Ahhhhh.” Jackie sucks in hard trying to catch her breath. “You don’t have to be such a dick.” as she looks up at me while she starts stroking my shaft. “What I thought you wanted to have some fun.” I say to her as I grab her head and hold it back against the wall and start to face fuck her. As I see her eyes starting to water I pump in to her a few more times then I grab the back of her head and hold on to her. I push all the way into her until her nose is smashed up against my pelvis. As I hear Jackie trying to take all of my cock “Gug.. Cough..Gug...Gug..Cough. Gug..” I can feel her throat closing around my tip as she tries to swallow my shaft. She tries pushing me back but I hold on to her for a bit while longer, finally I release her head. She takes a big gasp of air “Ahhhhhhhh.” She rubs my cock with all the slobber dripping off of it. She clears her throat finally and looks up at me, her eyes a little watery and her mascara starting to run down her face a little. “You’re such a ass sometimes.” She tells me. I take a step back and let her do her thing. She moves to her knees and takes my throbbing shaft back into her mouth sucking hard on me while stroking my cock. She starts to go deeper as she does she sucks harder. “uhhh Fuck yeah...mmmm...damn you do suck cock... Wow you are good.” I say to her as my knees start to weaken and my hips start following her movements. Jackie looks up at me with the devilish little look in her eyes and gives me a wink. “Mmmmm.” She moans out, making my cock vibrate. She puts both hands on my hips to stop me from moving. Without her hand in the way she takes my whole shaft into her mouth and all the way back out again. She keeps deep throating me with long slow swallows. I can feel the back of her throat on the tip of my cock when she goes all the way down. But no gaging, she just keeps pumping and slurping away. I guess she’s done this more than I thought. She reaches back for my cock and starts stroking me. She goes a couple times then works her way to my balls. She grabs ahold of them firmly and starts pulling and twisting them. The build up she started in the base of shaft slowly goes away, but my cock rages on. She keeps stretching my balls keeping my orgasm in check. She stops sucking and just long strokes me. “Mmmm you have such a nice cock... okay my turn!” Jackie stops stroking me and stands up pushing towards the bed. “What do you mean your turn.” I ask her. “Ohhh you’re going to eat my pussy.” As she pushes me down to the floor up against the bed. She drops her robe and pulls her satin panties down over her round hips all the way to the floor and steps out of them. As Jackie steps towards me I get a full view of her body. Her milky white skin contrasting with her red hair and hard pink nipples. Her chest a little flushed from choking on my cock making her freckles stand out. I see her narrow and neatly trimmed red landing strip coming up in between her thick thighs. As she pushes my head back onto the mattress she lifts her leg up and puts her foot on the bed. With her pink puffy pussy almost distracting me, her big round butt cheeks covering part of it but, then I saw it. The glimmer of the jeweled end of her butt plug. I could see the metallic chrome rim that held the stone in place. The tiny bit of the shaft being gripped so hard by her asshole. As she started to squat down on my face I grabbed her thick thighs and held her back. I push on the plug with my finger putting it flush with her asshole “Ahhh Ahhh.” She moans out to me as she forces herself down on to my face. I start sucking on her puffy little labia as I find her clit. I suck it into my mouth flicking it with my tongue. I can feel her hips starting to grind her pussy into my face. Her smooth thick thighs rubbing up against the side of my head. “Uhhhh, Uhhhh.. Yes that’s it, suck on my pussy.. Mmmm yeah.. oooh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh.” Jackie moans out in ecstasy as she runs her hand through my hair. I feel her butt plug pushing against my chin. I run my tongue up and down her slit, flicking my tongue against her taint and back into her wet hole. “Ahh... Ahh... Ahh...yess.. mmmm, fuck, yeah keep going.”Jackie keeps moaning, as I feel her thick thighs begin to squeeze around my head. She grabs the back of my head and holds it in tight against her pelvis, her thighs squeeze in the rest of the way and starts to scream “Ahh.. Ahh.. Ahh..Yesss I’m Cuming.. I’m Cuming. Fuck Yessss.” Her legs shaking around my head as I feel her pussy flex. A warm liquid starts pouring into my mouth, as Jackie bucks her hips on top of my face. Her pussy gushing another squirt out all over me. As I swallow a mouth full of her cum, she rolls off of me and lays on the bed panting as she rubs down her pussy. Jackie tasted crisp and sweet. “ So your a squirter.” I say to her. “ Yeah.... Sorry I didn’t warn you... But you deserved it for gaging me.” Jackie tells me as I climb up towards her. “ Does it bother you?” She asks me. “No, I think it’s awesome... Let me guess some guys got wigged out.” I say to her. “Yeah, I guess that’s why I don’t fuck much.” She tells me as she stops rubbing her swollen wet pussy. “Well I guess I’ll have to try and wear you out then, so you can get your fill.” I say to her as I grab her ankles and lift them up towards her head. She reaches and grabs on to her heels and pulls her legs back into her more. I start sucking on her thick thighs working my way down to her wet pussy. For being a chubbier girl she is pretty solid. Her thighs were tight and smooth as silk. I sat back up and started rubbing her pussy with my fingers till they were wet. I slowly slid one finger all the way in. I could feel her butt plug pressing upwards into her vagina as I started sliding my finger in and out of her. Her pussy had a firm grip on my finger, she was tight. It must have been a while since she got fucked last. Her hips started to rock a little, then I slipped in another finger. “Mmmmm yeah.” Jackie moaned out as I continued to finger her. My fingers started getting covered in her pussy cream. I pushed my fingers in all the way till I could feel her cervix. I flicked it a few times. “Ahhh.. Ahhh..” she quietly moaned out. I pulled back till I could feel her g-spot on the tips of my fingers. I pushed up on it and started to rub on it back and forth flicking my fingers at it. “Ohh my god... Uhhhh... Uhhhh... Uhhhh... Your going to make me cum again... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Mmm Ahhhhhhh.” Jackie bellowed out as her pussy started gushing all over my hand. I lifted my hand over the top of her pelvis and let her cum drip down on to her. I went back in and made her cum again. This time I dripped it on her chest and watched it slide down between her breasts. I went again, “Ohhh FUCK yes...yes...yes... Mmmm Ahhhhhhh.” Jackie screaming in ecstasy as her pussy gushed hard a small stream shot out from her.”Yeah that’s it... Now your squirting good.. Give me one more good one.” I say to her as slide my fingers back into her soaked pussy. I start slow, rubbing her entire g-spot. I can feel the butt plug pushing more. I build up speed and rub harder. Hitting up on her g-spot and down towards the plug. Her hips start rocking up and down, her breathing gets louder and more labored. “Don’t Stop... Don’t Stop....OHHHH MY GOD... FUUCCKK... I’m CUMING... I’m CUMING... Uhhhh... Uhhh..... Mmmm AHHHHHHH.” Jackie screams out in pleasure as a solid stream of cum comes squirting out of her and lands all over. I pull my fingers out as she puts her legs down and lays there trying to catch her breath, her hips still rocking. “Ahhh.. Ahhh.. Ahhh. I can’t stop.. Ahhhh.” she moans out as a another stream comes flowing out of her. Then another and another. Each stream a little less than before. As I watch her squirting all over the bed, I see her butt plug pop out of her asshole. “Fuck Yes, that was awesome. You cummed so hard you pushed out your plug.” I grab her ankles as I spread and lift her legs up. With her laying there spread eagle, I smack my swollen cock off her soaked pussy a bunch of times. I slide it up and down her slit as the tip of my cock gets wet from her cum. I lean forward and start pushing my cock into her pussy. I can feel her tightness squeezing down on my cock as I slide farther into her. “Ahhhh Yess Fuck My Pussy.” Jackie moans while I thrust all the way into her. I start pumping, slowly at first, her pussy gripping my cock as I slide in and out of her. As I pick up speed her moans become more high pitched almost to the point of her screaming. As I start pounding hard against her pelvis my cock starts to get coated in her pussy cream. “Mmmmm yeah pound me deep Uhhh Uhhh keep going you’re going to make me cum again, Ahhh.. Ahhh..Ahhh.” As she screams out to me, I feel her pussy gripping me harder as gushes of squirt start coming out of her, soaking our pelvises. The wet smacking noise of our bodies colliding together fills the room. As I continue to pump my cock into her, I can feel her legs starting to shake from the orgasm she just soaked us with. “Uhhh...Uhhh... Keep going I’m going to squirt again...Ahhhh yes..yes..FUCK.” Jackie moaned out as she gushed all over us again. As she laid trying to catch her breath she said “ My Ass.. uhh..uhh.. Put it in my ass. Uhhh.. Uhhh.. Fuck My Ass..” I lifted myself off of her and had her roll over to get on all fours. She reached underneath herself and rubbed on her pussy a few times as some more of her cum leaked out of her. I grabbed her ass and spread her butt cheeks apart and started licking her asshole. I stuck my tongue all the way into her, feeling her anal cream against my tongue as I continue to toss her salad. “Mmmm yeah fuck me with your tongue stud.” Jackie moaned out. I twirled my tongue a few more times and then moved in behind her and started pressing my cock into her asshole. “Ahhh...Ahhh... Ahhh” she started crying out as the tip of my cock started passing her sphincter. She started pulling away a little to make me slow down. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back towards me. Then I pushed her head down into the mattress. Her voice muffled a little as she moaned into the bed. “Yess...Yess... Fuck Me. Uhhh.” I slide my cock into her slowly till my pelvis is pressed hard into her big round ass. I grab her hips and start to pump my cock in and out of her tight ass. My cock already glistening with her anal juice from just after a few strokes. I can feel her sphincter grabbing my cock as I watch her hole flexing in and out as I pump her ass harder. My pelvis starts smacking off her ass cheeks making a clapping sound as I watch her ass quiver ever so slightly every time I slam up against her. For being a chubbier girl she was solid, nothing was saggy or lose on her. “Damn your ass feels so fucking good.” I say to her as I thrust away smacking off her ass hard. Our bodies begin to sweat. I feel it on my brow and see it starting on her back. I thrust all the way into her and hold in place. I grab her and pull up to me. I start kissing her on the side of her neck and biting the top of her shoulder I reach around and grab her breasts. Squeezing them hard as pinch on her nipples. “Mmmm we should of done this sooner...Uhhh.. Uhhh.” Jackie tells me as she grinds her hips into me, working my cock deep inside her tight wet ass. I keep nibbling at her neck. Our bodies sliding over each other from the sweat. The air is filled with the sweet smell of sex. “Yeah I would of invested in some waterproof sheets.” I tell her jokingly. “You know you like it.” She tells me as she leans her head back and breathes heavy into my ear. Nibbling at my ear kissing the side of my neck. I can feel her asshole squeezing around my cock. “Uhhh...Uhhh...” I moaned out as I felt her squeezing me all the way down into my balls. “I know you like it when I do that.” she told me as she continued to squeeze me. I reached around and started rubbing on her pussy. She started grinding her ass into me harder as she started moaning loudly “Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... your making me cum.” I feel her pussy let loose as she squirted all over my hand. She takes my hand and licks off some of her squirt.”Hey save some for me.” I tell her as I take my hand away from her and let a few drops of her cum drip into my mouth and suck my fingers clean. “Now it’s my turn.” I tell her. I pushed her back down on to the bed and start thrusting into her. Long deep thrusts smacking her ass with my pelvis. I stop and pull my cock out, her ass making a “pop” noise as her sphincter snaps such. My shaft covered in her anal juice. I smack her ass hard with my hands, her ass cheeks contrasting with her milky white skin as they turn red. “Come taste your ass.” I say to her as she spins around and takes my cock into her mouth. “Mmmm... mmmm. Ahhh.. Mmmm.” She moans as she slurps on my cock sucking down her ass juices. “Time to make your ass gape.” I tell her as she spins back around. I move her body around so her ass sticks up in the air. I have her spread her ass apart as I stand above her shoving my cock down into her hole. Stabbing at her asshole with my cock over and over. Her sphincter making the “pop” sound everytime I go in and out. As the noise lessens I can see her asshole starting to stretch open accepting my cock with each thrust into her. I pull back as I can see down into her hole now. Her ass cream building up inside. I bend down and tongue her asshole all over. Sucking on her taint, I flick my tongue back and forth between both holes. I return to her ass and start pounding down hard into her. Her moans turning to grunts as I ram my hard cock into her. “UH.. UH.. Yeah pound my ass stud.. UH.. UH.. Give it to me..AH.. AH..” Jackie calls out. I feel my balls aching. I needed to cum. I push her over and make her lay on her back. I stand at the edge of the bed. Jackie wiggles forward hanging her ass over just enough for me to get into it good and deep. I grab her ankles and put her feet on my chest. As I start thrusting into her I feel her heels digging into me. Her toes were too tempting so I slid off one of the heels and and put a couple of her toes in my mouth. Sucking hard on them, running my tongue around them and biting down on them. “ OH My God That Feels So Good... Ah..Ah..Ah..Ah Don’t Stop..Ah..Ah Ah.” Jackie moans to me. As I continue to pump her ass I can feel her foot shaking in my mouth. She was ready to cum as was I. My orgasm was moving up my shaft making my cock throb. I flipped off her other heel and started sucking on both of her feet, biting and sucking at both of her big toes and whatever ones would fit into my mouth. “Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... OOH My God My Ass Is Cuming.” She cried out as I feel her ass release and squeeze hard a couple of times. That was enough for me. I felt my cock release. “Uhhh..Uhhh..Uhhh Fuck Yeah.. Ahhh.. Ahhh.” I moaned out as cum spewed from my cock deep into her ass. I could feel she gushed again as her squirt sloshed between us and on to the floor. “Oh my God that so fucking hot.. Mmmm’’ I hear from behind me. As I turn my head I see Ashley, sitting spread eagle on a chair fingering her pussy. “Well you’re next. Get over here.” I say to her as she moves to the bed. My cock still hard. I slowly pull out of Jackie as she lays there panting rubbing her pussy. I push Ashley down to take my cock. She sucks me deep and slow pulling some more cum from me. “Mmmm” she moans as she swallows what was in her mouth. She turned to Jackie’s gaped leaking asshole and started licking the ass juice and cum mix slowly making it’s way out of Jackie’s hole. “Mmmm.. Mmmm.. Ahhh.. Ahhh..” Jackie moaning feeling Ashley’s tongue flicking around her asshole. I move behind Ashley, she was on all fours going to town on Jackie’s ass and pussy. I rubbed her pussy a few times, I could feel it was soaked. I still had enough in me for another pounding. I knelt down behind her and slid my cock into her. “Mmmmm.” I could hear her moan muffled as she sucked away at Jackie. I start thrusting into her at a good pace. Her pussy creaming my cock as I slide in and out of her. She still had her butt plug in from before as I saw it poking out from between her ass cheeks and I could feel it pressing downward on my cock. I spread her cheeks more to get a better look at it. Her ass was trying to push the plug back out, so I pushed down on it to make it stay. “Ahhhhh.” Ashley cried out as her sphincter popped back around the plug. Ashley turned to look at me and said “I wanna feel you in my ass.” I pulled her plug out and tossed it on the bed. I leaned in and licked her holes, sucking on her taint for a bit. I grabbed my cock and smacked it off her asshole a few times. Her hole already had a small gape. I slowly pushed inside her. Her ass opened a little accepting my cock. I pushed till my pelvis was pushed up against her beautiful round ass. I made two small thrusts making my pelvis clap against her ass cheeks. I hold deep inside her as I grip her hips. “Mmmm, give it to me baby. Fuck me deep... Ahhh. “ Ashley moans out while taking a break from eating Jackie out. I start thrusting long and deep into her. My pelvis clapping against her ass every time I bottom out. I could see her breasts bouncing around as they hung underneath her. “Yeah.. Yeah..mmm.. mmmm.. more. Give it to me more.” She moaned out through her breaths. I keep driving into her as she moans. The smooth muscle of her ass gripping my cock as I thrust away. Her asshole flexing with the movement leaving her ass juice coating my shaft. I can feel her pushing back against me, my balls smacking up against her pussy. Her back starting to build up with sweat. I can see her face getting flushed. Her moans getting shorter and louder, she was about to orgasm. I start pounding faster, her moans picking up with my pace. “Yes..Yes..Yes.. Mmmm. Fuck me. Yeah.. Ahhh. Ahhh.” She bellowed out. I feel her hips shaking as I drive deep inside and hold her in place. “Uhhh..Uhhh..Uhhh. Yes you’re making me cum. Ahhh.. Ahhh.. Ahhh.” Ashley moans out as her hips gyrate around. I feel her asshole squeezing my cock. She was making me cum too. I could feel my orgasm run up my shaft. I pull out quickly and spray my cum all over her ass cheeks and her lower back. I sit back as I watch cum slide down to her gaping asshole. Jackie slides down from the bed and comes over to clean my cock off with her mouth. Then she moves to Ashley’s ass, cleaning the cum off of her ass. “I knew you liked pussy Jackie.” I said to her as I watch her tongue flicking around Ashley’s ass and pussy. “Yeah your right, I do. If you didn’t bust me about it so much, we could of had some 3-somes before.” As she turned and kept licking and sucking away at Ashley. “Got any left for me stud?” As I see Jen standing in the doorway. She was wearing shiny skyhigh red heels, sheer black thigh highs, and a see-through black teddy that was crotchless. Her makeup was done a little slutty, with her breasts pouring out of the lingerie. As I motioned to her to wait. I go into the bathroom to clean my cock off good. Slug some water and head back out. As I walk out I see Ashley and Jackie 69ing each other. Ashley laying over the top of Jackie sucking away at her pussy. I walk around the bed so I could see Jackie licking at Ashley’s clit, pulling her ass cheeks apart too. I see that they put their butt plugs back in too. As I stand in front of the bed, I started stroking my cock watching the girls eating each other out. Being young has it’s advantages, within a few moments my cock was ready again. I noticed Jen standing in the doorway rubbing her pussy watching me stroke myself. I walk over to her as I take her by the hand as we watch the girls on the bed for a moment, then walk away down the hall to another room. It was dimly lit, I could see the freshly made bed and a chair in the corner. She guided me in and turned to sit on the bed. She laid on her back, lifting and spreading legs open. Her pussy was wet and she also had her butt plug in. Her hand found her way to her pussy. You could hear the wetness as she rubbed on it. She put a couple of fingers inside her and started fucking her pussy. Her breathing getting heavy. I could see her mouth open as she started to pant. I stood in front of her stroking my cock, I was hard, ready to empty my balls one last time for the night. “Mmmm... I want you to fuck my ass, but I need some cock in my pussy first.” Jen says to me, looking up at me while I stroke my cock in front of her. I step towards the bed and kneel down in front of her. I push her thighs back further and and lower my face to her pussy. I start sucking on her clit, rolling it around in my mouth. Her panting picks up intensity. I move my tongue to her wet hole driving deep as possible into her, flicking my tongue around inside. She pushes my head into her and squeezes my head with her thighs holding me in place. “Uhhhh.. Uhhhh.. Uhhhh.. FUCK YES.” Jen screams out as I feel her legs shake around me as I lap her cum up with my tongue. She releases my head and I lean back to catch my breath. She puts her feet on my chest and pushes me back up, her heels digging into me but all I feel is pleasure from it. I step towards the bed again and place my cock against her pussy, smacking it off her swollen labia. Her pussy juice sticking to my cock. She put some saliva on her hand and reached out and started stroking my cock with it. “Mmmmm.. Fuck my Pussy with that big cock of yours.” She tells me as she keeps stroking me, rubbing it up against her pussy lips. She guides me into her as I move forward and slide us back on to the bed all the way. “Uhhhh.” I moan out as her pussy grips me as I slide in. “Mmmmm, yeah fuck that pussy good.” Jen tells me as I start to thrust slowly. “Mmmm... Mmmm... Ahhh, yeah I love the way your pussy feels” I tell her as I thrust deeper. I look into her eyes and I can see the fire and passion. She keeps watching my cock slide in and out of her. She looked back towards me, and in a soft voice she tells me, “Fuck me baby, mmmm, give me that cock.” Something switched in us when we locked eyes and she said that. My thrusts started to go slow and deep, her hips started rocking around. I leaned into kiss her and we started running our tongues in and out of each other’s mouth. I put my head next to hers and started nibbling at her ear and kissing her neck. We weren’t just fucking any more we were making Love. I was grabbing at her big D tits, squeezing her nipples. She was clawing at my back reaching and grabbing at my ass, squeezing it. “Uhhhh.. Uhhhh.. Uhhhh.. Yes oh God yes fuck my pussy.” Jen moans into my ear. I lean back up and grab her ankles holding her legs up. I start pounding her pussy hard and deep. My pelvis smacking off of her’s as I thrust into her. I pound her a few more times and pull out, I was ready to fuck her ass. I slide off the edge of the bed and pull her by her ankles with me. She flips her heels off as they land on the floor next to me. She hooks her hands behind her knees and pulls her legs back so her knees are touching her shoulders. I kneel down to pull her butt plug out, taking my time watching her asshole grip onto it and watch her tight ass push the last little bit of it out. I start tonguing her asshole, moving to her taint and sucking on it and back to her asshole soaking it. I stand and grab my cock rubbing her pussy juices all over my shaft. I can smell her ecstasy in my nose. I put the tip of my cock on her asshole and start pressing forward. “Ahhh... Ahhh... Yes, Oh Fuck. UHHHH. Oh my God. FUCK My Ass.” I felt my cock pop past her sphincter. Her ass was tight, gripping my cock as I try to make small thrusts into her. She soaked her fingers with spit and and rubbed it on on my shaft. She grabs my hip to pull me into her more. I push forward trying to get her asshole to accept my cock, her muscles squeezing me back out. I pull back and try again. She wets her asshole again. “I don’t think lube is the issue babe, you’re just so damn tight.” I tell her. “Well this is my First time with a real cock. I’ve only used small toys before.” She tells me. Which kinda took me by surprise, I figured she at least took a cock once or twice up her ass going through college and all these parties she has been putting on. I take her hands and make her spread her ass apart. I lay my cock against her taint dropping some salvia on my tip. I slowly move my cock and the salvia around her hole. I push into her, her sphincter trying to push me back out. I put more pressure into her. “Uhhhh. Feels like you’re trying to split me in half.” She tells me as I press harder and harder. Finally I can feel her muscles relaxing as I start to slide into her. I slide all the way into her and just stay there. “OMG your cock is so big, I can feel you stretching my ass Uhhhh....Uhhhh.” she cries out. “Just breath” I tell her. I can feel her breathing as her ass contracts around my shaft. Her ass starting to accept my cock as I make slow movements. In and out ever so slightly. “Mmmm.... That does feel good. Just go easy” she tells me. “Sorry darling but you have to get a good pounding for your first time.” I tell her as I pick up my movement. My cock sliding a little easier in and out. I start taking long strokes, I go slow making sure my tip stays inside her sphincter. I can feel her asshole trying to push me out when I come back out and stretch as I plunge all the way back in. “Holy Fuck Jennifer, your ass feels amazing” I tell her as I look at my cock plunging back down into her bowel. Her ass starts accepting my cock as I’m able to pick up a little speed with my thrusts. Her ass cum coating my shaft thickly making it glossy. “Uhhhh... Uhhh... Uhhhh... Yeah pound me. Pound my ass stud, I’m ready for it. Mmmm.” I stay inside her and roll her over to the doggy position. I get myself set to were I bottom out on her with my thrusts that I’ll pound off her round firm ass making her bounce forward. I lean over the top of her and suck on the top of her back. “You’re fucking beautiful tonight, you know that” I say to her as I raise back up and grab hold of her hips and start pumping my cock in and out of her. I pick up speed and put more force into it as I slam off her firm round ass, driving her forward. I pull her back to me and and take long deep thrusts into her while I hold her tight. I see her gripping the sheets. “Uhhhh.... Uhhhh.... Uhhhh...” she moans out every time my pelvis smacks off her ass. Sweat is building on both of us, her back is starting to glisten. I can feel her soaked pussy every time my balls bounce off her swollen labia. “Ohh God, Fuck me baby, mmmm, Harder, Uhhh, Uhhh” she cries out. I pull out and hear her ass snap shut with a “pop”. I roll her over and push her legs all the way back to her shoulder making her ass stick up a little bit. I notice that she gaped a little bit so I start stabbing my cock in and out fast seeing if it would open up more. It spread open a little bit and then I could see it constrict back to what it was before. I push back in and position myself so all my weight goes into her and I start hammering away at her ass. I pound fast, deep, and hard. “OMG your so deep it feels like you’re in my stomach. FUCK....ME!!!” Jen screams out and continues to moan with every thrust. I keep pounding away, sweat pouring out of me helping me slide across her body. I can feel my balls starting to pull up, I’m going to cum soon going like this. I try to distract myself from it, but it doesn’t help. I feel the bulge of cum at the base of my cock aching to be released. I flip her over to all fours again. I kneel on one knee getting a better angle to be as deep as I can. I insert my plussing cock slowly, sliding all the way down into her. Our skin smacking off each other with loud intensity. Her moans echo through the room. Grabbing her hips I drive hard. “I’m going to cum.” I tell Jen as I get a rhythm of thrusts that makes my orgasm boil to the surface. “Don’t stop you fucking stud, cum in my ass!!” She bellows out. She wasn’t going to have a choice anyway because that’s what I planned all along. I thrust as I feel my cock contract and spew the first rope of cum deep inside her. Another blasts from me as I feel her asshole contract around my cock. I pull out letting my cock pulse freely with cumshot after cumshot shooting out onto her asshole. Her asshole flexing trying to close as globs of cum fall into her hole. My cock throbbing I push back in, shoving cum down her hole. I feel my cock quiver with the last little orgasms as I start to go flaccid inside of her. I pull out still a little swollen shoving the remaining cum into her as her asshole swallows it. Breathing heavily I sit back on my knees trying to catch my breath waiting to see if she tries to push out the cum. I see her run her hand around wiping up the remaining cum and lick it off her fingers. She spins around and goes for my cock, taking my sore swollen shaft into her mouth sucking softly trying to pull the remaining semen from my shaft. “Mmmm. I loved that. It feels so good in me.” Jen says as she sits up and wipes her mouth clean. I stretch out on the bed and close my eyes. My balls completely drained. My cock sore. Jen snuggles in next to me as I cover us up, wondering what happened to Jackie and Ashley. I find out in the morning that they spent the night scissoring each other till they fell asleep in each other’s arms. But were on the hunt the next day looking for more cock. As for me and Jen, I pounded her ass two more nights after that, then ended up being one of the cocks Jackie was hunting for. She still hasn’t stopped squirting.
Title: 3 Sisters: An Incestual Lesbian Orgy Tags: Fantasm, Anal, Domination/submission, Incest, Lesbian, Threesome, Written by women Introduction: Jasmine and her two sisters cross every taboo line. Content: 3 Sisters: An Incestual Lesbian Orgy Summary: Jasmine and her two sisters cross every taboo line. Note 1: This story came about one night when trying to console my sister after a rough break-up. A lot of good food, and exotic wine and the conversation got very, very personal. The dialogue at the restaurant in this story is mostly authentic as best as I could recall it a few days later...the rest of the story as well as the flirtation with the waitress is, of course, fiction. Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, Wayne, Simon and MAB7991 for editing this special story (well special to me). 3 Sisters: An Incestual Lesbian Orgy Like most great things in life, it happened rather unexpectedly. Jill, my oldest sister, had caught her boyfriend of over ten years getting head from another guy. Things had not been going well for the past year between Jill and her long time boyfriend, Adam, but this was not something any of us would have ever expected. Adam was a man's man, and apparently that meant having sex with men. To make matters worse, Jill had caught him just a few days before Valentine's Day. Thus we decided to have a special sister's night out on Valentine's Day. Caroline, the middle child, agreed as her husband was out of town working and, not surprisingly, my husband, Howard, had no problem not going out to an overpriced dinner and instead staying home to watch hockey. Before I continue this crazy story, I should highlight that although Jill is the oldest and I the youngest, only four years separate all three of us. Mom was a baby making machine, producing Jill, and then, sixteen months later, Caroline and, lastly adorable ol' me just fifteen months after that. Although we were sisters, I should also note that we all looked very, very different. Jill got the breasts both Caroline and I had wished we had throughout high school and college, but less so now, as we don't have to carry them around all day at work. Jill was also the only blonde, taking after dad, with blue eyes that drew men at will and yet she was the shortest of us at 4'11. And although she wasn't fat, she was big-boned, again like father, and that had always been her insecurity issue. In fact, she is in great shape for 43. That said, usually she was the glue that kept our family together...the one who always had it going right. She was structured, a psychologist not surprisingly, and the one out of us three who dressed for comfort rather than fashion. Caroline, on the other hand, was Jill's polar opposite. The rebel of the family since high school, she willingly admits that from sixteen to thirty were her ‘slut years’ (she won't give an official number, but she does admit whatever number we guesstimate...we should probably double that). She loves tattoos, is a brunette with hazel eyes, annoyingly slim, married to a rich banker (we call her ‘trophy’ to ruffle her feathers, even though she has a job as a nurse and makes very good money) and always wears the latest and hippest fashions. Her insecurity issue is that she never got breasts. I mean, she has them in the most remote sense of the word, but even though she has long legs, a perfect body and tight ass (she works out every day...it would be nice to have a pool in my backyard too), she fixates on her tiny almost non-existent breasts. She has contemplated getting breast implants for years, but so far we have managed to convince her not to. Then there is me. I am the plain Jane of the group. The shy one; the boring one; the one with kids. Jill didn't have any because Adam didn't want any, and Caroline didn't have any because she learned, after spending a lot of money, that she was physically unable to. I, on the other hand, had three and they fucked up my body good. Besides having thyroid issues, which makes reaching orgasm twice as much work, I have never lost the baby weight, especially in my ass. I have green eyes, brown hair (with tinges of grey if I don't dye it) and an adorable smile. My breasts are an average 34b cup, enough to showcase in the right outfit, but not enough to get much attention. My husband is a leg man and thus doesn't focus much on my breasts. He’s more interested in my very toned legs...especially in nylons, which he expects me to wear every day. My job is very stressful. I am a high school teacher and have to be mentally strong all day, and therefore I like to just let go at home...thus I am very submissive to my husband. Oh, and my biggest secret is that I write erotica on a website called Literotica and not a single one of my friends or family know. My writing over the past three years has covered a variety of genres and themes, with the most common being lesbian and incest. That said, I write fantasy and, truthfully, never considered seriously crossing the line. Now that you know a little about us, let me get on with my tale. This story is actually about how the three of us crossed a line that we never even considered crossing until that fateful night that I am about to describe. Caroline had insisted we all get dolled up for our ‘Valentine's No Men’ evening as she booked us a table at the most expensive restaurant in town. Again, it must be nice to have connections and money. Caroline, being Caroline, insisted we meet her Thursday evening to go clothes shopping...her treat. By the end of the evening, each of us had a dress that you would wear purely to draw attention, with matching heels and new lace undies. It cost over two thousand dollars but Caroline shrugged it off by insisting money is made to be spent. Jill joked it wasn't her money, to which Caroline countered, “All the more reason to spend it.” On Friday, Caroline again insisted we meet right after work, this time at her favourite hair salon where we got our hair, nails and make-up done. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, we had already polished off a bottle of wine and looked like three elegant cougars on the prowl. I was in a red dress, with a black belt that showcased every curve I had (the good and bad), with matching four inch heels and beige pantyhose that really did accentuate by best asset, my legs. Jill was in a multi-coloured dress that was longer than mine but tighter on the top, making her breasts the obvious attention spot for our waiter or waitress. Caroline, of course, was in a gold gown, with a side slit that showed off a ton of leg and the fact she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I asked, as we drank cocktails at the bar while waiting for our table to be seated, “Aren’t thigh highs a little provocative for such an outfit?” “Cameron insists I only wear thigh highs as it gives him quicker access to the goods.” She shrugged, adding, “His words not mine.” I often wore thigh highs for Howard for the exact same reason, but I wasn't one to openly share my sex life. Instead I shrugged, “Whatever floats your boat.” Jill joined in, “I never wear pantyhose, I hate them.” Caroline said, “They are like make-up, or heels, just another way to enhance your look.” “They are uncomfortable,” Jill said, before adding, “plus I always get runs in them.” “First, that is why I wear thigh highs, they are very comfortable. Second, if you buy quality hosiery, like Wellford’s, they last forever and you feel like you are wearing silk...because you are.” “If you say so,” Jill shrugged. “I am so making you try some on when we get back to my place!” Caroline said. Jill agreed, because it is always easier to agree with Caroline, “Whatever you say.” Caroline smiled, “Excellent, you are finally learning.” “Just trying to shut you up,” Jill countered. Caroline laughed, “I just aim to please.” Jill quipped, “That is why you were so popular in high school.” “And college,” I added. “Jealousy,” Caroline said, all sing-song, knowing it was true and also letting us know she was fine with her slutty past. A cute host led us to our table and it was obvious he was overwhelmed by the three of us. He stared at Jill's cleavage, my legs and Caroline's everything. Once we were seated, Caroline asked Jill, “Are you ready to jump on the horse again?” “God no!” Jill said dramatically, “Men are currently off the menu.” “Does that mean you are switching sides?” Caroline asked playfully. Jill shrugged, finishing her drink. “It couldn't be any worse than being with a man.” “It's not worse, it's just different,” Caroline revealed, surprising both of us. “You have dyked out?” Jill asked, surprised. Just before Caroline could reply, our waitress, a cute blonde in her early twenties, arrived at our table. “Hi, my name is Emma and I will be your server for the evening,” she greeted. “Good evening, Emma,” Caroline replied, obnoxiously like she always is. “Good evening, ma'am,” Emma replied politely. “Ma'am,” Caroline gasped as if she had been greatly offended. “I am no ma'am!” The poor girl went red, obviously not used to such a response. She stammered, “S-s-sorry.” Caroline smiled, “I'm Caroline or Goddess of Beauty, you may choose.” Emma smiled, quickly playing along. “Can I get the Goddess of Beauty something to drink to start?” “Yes, a bottle of your best wine,” Caroline answered. “Of course, will that be all?” Emma asked. “For now,” Caroline smiled warmly. Emma left and Jill scolded, “That was a bit much.” Caroline smiled, “Just warming her up for you.” “She is half my age,” Jill said, flabbergasted by the suggestion. “The young ones are usually the most eager to please, or at least the easiest to train. Well, them and married women with husbands who neglect their sexual needs, of course,” Caroline shrugged. I asked, trying to be crude, “Have you eaten cunt since you got married?” “Is the sky blue?” she answered. I joked, today being a cloudy miserable day, “Not today.” “Fine, are Jill's tits huge?” Caroline rephrased. Jill quipped, “Especially in this ludicrously tight dress you made me wear.” “You’re getting laid tonight. If not by some college stud with a big cock who can get it up five times, by some sweet lesbian or bisexual,” Caroline boldly predicted. “How can you tell if a girl is a lesbian?” I asked. “That is hard sometimes, but almost all girls, especially younger ones like our Emma there, are bisexual...it is the new ‘in’ thing,” Caroline explained. “It's ‘in’ to suck cock and eat cunt?” I asked. Caroline laughed, “Where did that nasty mouth of yours come from?” “I learned from the best,” I shrugged. “We will see if that is true,” Caroline said, her tone ominous in a way I couldn't explain. “And trust me, it is ‘in’ to be bisexual.” “If you say so,” I said, the conversation getting a bit uncomfortable. I had fantasized about women for the past three years: mostly younger girls who I fantasized would seduce me and make me their pet teacher. On occasion I would see a black woman and get wet wondering what it would be like to submit to a black woman or a black man for that matter. Yet, that was the reality of fantasy...it was just fantasy. The thoughts of making my fantasy a reality really changed when a new teacher, Amber Addison, started at school. She was young, fun, beautiful, black, and seemed to flirt with me. She told me how good I looked most days, squeezed my shoulder and arm on many occasions and even put her hand on my leg at the bar during one of the Friday night happy hours. Although nothing had happened, she had definitely triggered my curiosity. My masturbation fantasies of late had not been of my husband, or a gangbang (another secret fantasy of mine) but of Amber seducing me and making me hers. “Oh my God, Jasmine, you have a crush on someone,” Caroline accused. “I do not,” I quickly refuted, even as I felt the heat in my cheeks rising. “Have you already eaten pussy?” Caroline asked. Thankfully, I was saved by the waitress who brought us some stupidly expensive wine which she poured for each of us. As she leaned forward, I noticed her breasts were quite voluptuous as well, although not as big as Jill's. After she poured the wine, she also took our appetizer orders. Once she was gone, Caroline repeated her question, although with a little less frankness. “Is this just a crush or has it already become something more?” “I would never cheat on Howard,” I answered, avoiding the question thus putting automatic admittance in the mind of Caroline. “Oh my God, Jasmine, you are such a Leave it to Beaver woman,” Caroline accused. “Why, because I am loyal and traditional?” I asked, getting annoyed by my sister's overbearing personality. Jill chimed in, “Leave Jasmine alone.” “I am just saying it is not cheating if you are just eating cunt or getting your cunt munched by another female,” Caroline said. “Oh I can't wait to hear this logic,” I sarcastically responded, even though part of me was curious, particularly with my crush on Amber. “I would never cheat on Cameron with another guy,” Caroline began. “How 1950's of you,” I said, unable to hold back my sarcasm. Jill giggled as she finished another glass of wine. “On the other hand, having a little lesbian rendezvous is completely kosher,” Caroline said. “Because?” I asked. “Because my husband doesn't have a cunt. He can't provide the lesbian experience,” Caroline answered. “So eating pussy, not cheating,” I clarified. “Sucking another man's cock, is cheating.” “Exactly,” Caroline nodded, as if that cleared up everything. “Does the lesbian fucking you with a strap-on count as cheating since your husband does have a cock?” I asked, trying to poke holes in her bizarre theory. “That is a grey area,” Caroline answered. “But I can't say I haven't been on both the giving and receiving end of a nice strap-on.” Finishing her wine, she looked around to see if the waitress was coming, before she answered, “Can you keep a secret?” “Of course,” Jill and I simultaneously replied. Although we were both disturbed by our sister's slutty behaviour and obnoxious personality, we did seem to live vicariously through her wild nature. Plus, judging by her tone, this was going to be a doozy of a reveal. “Do you know what pegging is?” Caroline asked. “No,” Jill and I simultaneously answered, both of us leaning forward to hear Caroline's suddenly more discreet voice; although truth be told I did know what ‘pegging’ was through my writing. “Are you ready to order?” Emma asked, making all three of us jump. “I think we are,” Caroline answered, smiling. Each of us ordered while an older gentleman brought us our appetizers. Once we were alone again, Caroline filled each of our wine glasses and said, “A toast.” “To what?” Jill asked. “To sisters who don't do this enough,” Caroline answered. “Agreed,” I said, raising my glass. “Fair enough,” Jill agreed, raising her glass too. We clanked our glasses, giggled like school girls and each shot half our glass of wine. “To a crazy night,” Caroline added, finishing the glass she had just poured. Not wanting to be outdone, I finished my glass of wine as well...I was now well on my way to being drunk. “More,” I requested, handing my glass to Caroline. “Is our baby sister getting a little wild tonight?” Caroline asked. “Maybe,” I shrugged coyly. Caroline poured herself and me another glass as Jill inquired, “So what is pegging?” “Are you sure you are ready for this?” Caroline asked. “You can't start a story and not finish it,” I said. “Fair enough,” Caroline said. “Pegging is when the girl, wearing a strap-on, fucks a man in the....” “Ass?” Jill asked, her eyes going big. “Do you peg Cameron?” I asked, the thought of her big burly husband taking a strap-on in the ass both disturbing and hot. “I told him if he wanted my ass I got his,” Caroline smiled, revealing yet another naughty aspect of her life. “You take it up the ass?” Jill asked, clearly overwhelmed by all these sexual revelations. “Oh fuck yes; it is the ultimate act of submission. Giving in to the ultimate taboo and giving complete trust to your lover,” Caroline explained. “Plus, once you get used to having a cock in the ass it really feels fucking amazing.” “I would never,” Jill said. “Never say never,” Caroline smiled. “Oh, I'm pretty confident,” Jill countered. I recalled my ex-fiancé, Mike, taking my ass and although I didn't enjoy it the first time, I soon began to crave it and would beg for Mike to fill my ass with his cum. Of course, this was not something I planned to ever share with my sisters...nor was it something a gentleman like Howard would ever think to do to his wife...unfortunately. I tried it once years ago,” Jill admitted, “but it hurt too much.” “Oh, it takes patience and lube and a lot of wine the first time,” Caroline smiled. “When was the last time you took it up the butt?” Jill asked. “Last weekend,” Caroline answered freely with no shame at all. Jill sighed. “I haven't been laid in six months and you get it in the butt.” “Really? Six months? I would die,” Caroline said, as if she were told she had six months to live. I joked, looking at Caroline, “Does anal sex count as sex?” “Of course, so does oral,” Caroline replied. “Well, in that case he has had sex with me, but not vice versa,” Jill said. “You give him head, but he doesn't reciprocate?” I asked. “He will just walk over to me and shove his cock in my mouth,” Jill admitted, tears starting to roll. “Oh, honey,” I said, moving to her, even as I tried to figure out how someone so strong as Jill could be used so easily. Caroline said, “What happens once he shoots his load?” “Caroline, enough!” I sternly said, giving Jill a big hug. Jill, between tears, admitted, “Either he comes in my mouth or shoots his cum all over my face or tits. He loves coming on me.” “Wow,” Caroline said. Even she was surprised. “But he thinks eating pussy is gross and he doesn't really like having sex,” Jill continued. “He thinks it’s okay for you to give him head and not give it back?” I asked. “What an asshole.” “That is a fucking understatement,” Caroline said, before adding, “plus, eating pussy is not gross but rather a sweet, sweet delicacy.” “Oh for Christ’s sake, Caroline,” I said, frustrated that Caroline never knew when she went too far. “I am just saying, it is just a pathetic excuse by a pathetic man,” Caroline said. Just then, Emma arrived with our meals. Noticing it was an awkward situation, she handed us our meals and asked, looking at the almost empty bottle of wine, “More wine?” “For sure,” I said, thinking getting Jill shit-faced was definitely in the cards. Emma left and for a few minutes we ate and drank in silence. As I ate, I tried to figure out how Jill, the strongest of us, could be submissive to a dick like Adam. The thought of Adam walking over to her all pretentious and shoving his cock in her mouth was so shocking and yet, truth be told, the thought of Howard doing that to me was quite a turn on. Howard was a gentleman though, and never caught on to the obvious reality that I was submissive no matter how much I hinted. My ex-fiancé, Mike, was a dominant man who knew exactly what I needed sexually. I remembered the time he walked into my apartment, walked up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and guided me onto my knees. I sucked him, as expected, swallowing his load before he fucked both my pussy and ass. And then I remembered other times when I had submitted to him like when he made me blow him during Christmas at my parent's house, with both my sisters asleep in the same room; or when I had to suck his cock under the table at a restaurant, and again at a Broadway play; or the time I had to ride him in the back of a taxi. I missed the clear-cut-man-in-charge relationship I used to have, although I didn't miss the lack of emotion and conversation that had also been a part of it. Yet, I do often yearn to be face-fucked, forced to do something naughty in public, or to feel a cock in my ass again. Being a teacher, I always have to be in control, and thus having a man just take control in the bedroom is a major turn-on. “A penny for your thoughts?” Caroline asked. “What?” I replied, drawn back into reality. “You seemed to be in la-la land,” Caroline said. “Oh, I was just thinking of the past,” I answered honestly. “Mike?” Caroline properly guessed. “Maybe,” I shrugged. “He had you as whipped as Adam apparently has Jill,” Caroline said. Jill snapped, “I wasn't whipped.” “You were his personal live-in cum deposit,” Caroline said bluntly, again not one to beat around the bush. “Says the girl who takes it up the ass,” Jill countered. “Not because I am submissive, but because I enjoy it. Plus, remember I give and receive,” Caroline reminded us. Drunk enough to say it, I said, “I can't believe Cameron takes it up the ass.” Jill said, “I can't believe my boyfriend is a faggot either, but, hey, life is full of surprises.” I had to laugh. “Who would have thought that my Howard is the manliest of the three of our men?” Caroline laughed, “Do you actually believe that?” “Well, Adam is a faggot, quoting Jill, and your man takes it in the ass,” I pointed out. “Well, my man satisfies me sexually and knows exactly what I need,” Caroline countered. “Can you say Howard does that for you?” I could feel the harsh truth of her words as Mike's dominant persona and Howard's oblivious always-a-gentleman persona were polar opposites. I loved Howard more than I had ever loved Mike, yet Howard didn't come close to sexually satisfying me the way Mike had. I feigned ignorance, “I have no idea what you are implying.” “Mike, Mike and Mike,” Caroline smiled. “He was a dominant persona.” “And?” I asked, continuing to play stupid. “And although you love Howard, you miss the strong firm personality of Mike because you, my dear sister, are...” she paused. “Annoyed?” I answered. “Submissive, like Jill,” Caroline correctly assessed. “Riiiiight,” I replied, denying her truth. Jill sighed. “Enough of the psychoanalysis. I’m the doctor here.” “And you solve everyone else's problems, but not your own,” Caroline pointed out just as Emma returned to enquire about dessert. “Can I get you ladies anything for dessert?” Emma asked. Caroline looked at both Jill and I before asking, “That all depends, are you on the menu?” Emma blushed bright red as she answered, “No, but the chocolate mousse is to die for.” “Well I'd rather have something more natural,” Caroline said dripping with flirtation, “but I guess that will have to do.” Emma left and Jill gasped, “I can’t believe you just hit on our waitress.” “I can't believe she rejected me,” Caroline said, not used to being rejected. “I guess everything happens sooner or later,” I quipped. “We will see if that is true later,” Caroline answered, with the same ominous tone as before. Emma came back with our dessert and we again all ate in silence. A couple of minutes later, Emma returned with the bill and Caroline giggled when she looked at it. “What? Even more than you expected it to be?” I asked. “Yes, Cameron is going to shit when he sees the bill, but look at this,” Caroline said. Taking the bill, I saw a note from Emma. Off at one Emma (with a heart after the a) Just below, she included her number. “Wow,” I said, she hasn't been rejected. “I never get rejected,” Caroline said confidently. “So it seems,” Jill laughed. Half an hour later, we were at Caroline's house and now on our fourth bottle of wine. “So was Adam always only into oral?” Caroline asked. “He has always enjoyed oral the most, but he at least would return the favour or fuck me to orgasm,” Jill admitted. “On the bright side you must give amazing head for him to prefer your mouth to your cunt,” Caroline pointed out. “I hate that word,” Jill grimaced. “Head?” Caroline asked, playing innocent. “The 'c' word,” Jill said. “Cunt...really?” Caroline said, enjoying causing her oldest sister stress. She then added, “Although I love giving head, my gag reflex makes it difficult.” “Super-slut has a sexual deficiency,” I quipped. “I still give head, but I really have to focus and almost always gag when he shoots his load down my throat,” Caroline admitted, before adding, “but I am a trooper and always make sure to leave my man completely satisfied.” “I love giving head,” I admitted, “especially the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. Not a big fan of swallowing, but thankfully Howard is more of a cum in the cunt type of guy.” “You too?” Jill said, again wincing at me saying cunt. “Sorry,” I shrugged. “Must be the wine.” “Oh, that reminds me,” Caroline said, standing up and going to her room. Jill asked me, “What was that about?” “Who knows? Maybe she needed to go and have a quick orgasm,” I joked. “She probably would leave us to get herself off,” Jill laughed. Caroline came back with a couple packages. She handed one to Jill. “Put these on.” “Why?” Jill asked. “I told you I hate pantyhose.” “First, they are thigh highs, and, second, they are Wolfords,” Caroline said. Moving to me, Caroline put her hand on my pantyhose clad knee. “Oh yuck, where did you buy these? Walmart?” “Yes,” I admitted, embarrassed by my lack of purchasing power for nice things. “I brought you a pair too,” Caroline said, handing me a pair. Curious what expensive nylons would feel like, I said, “Fine, I'll put them on.” Jill, who hadn't yet put hers on, watched as I quickly yanked off my pantyhose and began putting on the expensive silk thigh high stockings. As soon as I slid one stocking up my leg, I let out an accidental moan. “Oh my, these are the softest nylon stockings I have ever felt. Jill you have got to try them on.” Jill did and soon we both had thigh high stockings on. “So?” Caroline asked, looking at Jill. “They feel nice,” Jill said, moving her hand up and down her leg. “Plus, the mocha color really hides how white you are...well, like all three of us are,” Caroline explained. Jill agreed, “They really are nice.” “They are another tool of seduction,” Caroline said before turning to me. “Now, Jasmine, I realize it is your turn,” Caroline said. “For what?” I asked. “So I admitted my cocksucking deficiency and Jill has admitted her submissive nature, what about you, baby sister,” Caroline said. “What is your sexual weakness?” “Well you already know I was submissive to Mike and I miss it sometimes,” I admitted. “We all knew that already,” Caroline smiled. “Something we don't know.” I sighed. “Well, I have never had an orgasm from intercourse, nor can I have multiple orgasms.” “You have never come from getting fucked?” Caroline asked crudely. “I only get off from oral sex, and only once each session,” I admitted. “You poor girl,” Caroline said, “that needs to change.” “Do you have a magic wand? I joked. “Actually, I do,” Caroline laughed. After a pause where she seemed to be thinking about something, conniving perhaps, she changed topics completely, as she suggested, “Let's play truth or dare.” “Really? We are not teenagers anymore,” Jill said. “But it's nice to live it up once in a while,” Caroline countered. “I'm in,” I shrugged, figuring what the hell, it's just the three of us. “Fine,” Jill reluctantly agreed, although it was obvious she wasn't really excited about playing. “Jasmine, truth or dare?” Caroline asked. “Why me first?” I protested. “Because you’re the youngest,” she rationalized. “Fine, truth,” I chose. “Spit or swallow?” Caroline asked. “Swallow, of course,” I replied, smiling. “Slut,” Caroline quipped playfully. “Takes one to know one,” I shot right back. Turning to Jill, I asked, “Truth or dare?” “I have shared too many truths with you two already today, so dare, definitely dare,” Jill answered. I thought about this a while before a naughty, yet fun, dare popped into my head. “I dare you to give head to the empty wine bottle and take as much of it in your mouth as you can.” “Really?” Jill asked, almost certainly surprised it was me who made such a dare. “I'm curious just how good a cocksucker you are,” I explained. “Oh, I am very, very good,” Jill smiled, reaching for the bottle. Caroline and I watched, both stunned our conversation had gotten so intimate, as Jill took the empty wine bottle and began putting it in her mouth. Jill, her eyes closed, slowly moved the bottle in and out of her mouth, each forward movement taking more and more of the thin bottle neck in between her lips. Neither Caroline nor I spoke as we watched a silly dare turn into a rather intimate act. Jill treated the wine bottle like it was a real cock. She bobbed back and forth on the long glass fake cock, she swirled her tongue around the top of the bottle before returning to taking a shocking amount of the bottle in her mouth. I looked to Caroline, whose eyes were big, as she mouthed, 'Holy shit!' I nodded, as I returned my gaze to watching my oldest sister give fellatio to a wine bottle. In reality, Jill only sucked the bottle for two or three minutes, but it seemed like so much longer. Taking the bottle out of her mouth, Jill turned to Caroline and asked, acting as if she didn't just perform fellatio on a wine bottle, “Truth or dare?” Caroline responded, “Wait, wait, wait! That was very impressive.” “I told you, I do it a lot,” Jill shrugged. “You took a silly task and made it super erotic,” Caroline said, clearly impressed. “I try,” Jill shrugged. “No wonder Adam wants blow jobs all the time,” I added. Caroline laughed, “I would have gagged for sure.” “Me too,” I concurred. “Practice makes perfect,” Jill smiled. “Truth or dare, Caroline?” “Truth,” Caroline answered. Jill didn't hesitate. “Have you been with any women we know?” “Yes,” Caroline answered. “And?” Jill asked. “And what?” Caroline asked coyly. “Whose pussies did you eat that we know?” Jill asked crudely, so very unlike her. “A few,” Caroline answered back, still not answering the question. “Tell us,” both Jill and I demanded in unison. “I answered the question,” Caroline shrugged. “But you can't leave us hanging,” I protested, curious as hell. Jill added, “You can't just reveal such a juicy piece of news and not finish.” After a pause, Caroline said, “Tell you what. You each do three straight truth or dares and I will share my dirty little lesbian secrets.” “Come on,” I pleaded, wanting to know. “Fine, I'm in,” Jill said. “Me too,” I agreed with a dramatic sigh. Looking at me smiling, Caroline asked, “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” I answered again. “Are you submissive to Howard?” Caroline asked. “I try, but he is pretty oblivious,” I admitted. “I knew you were with Mike, but wasn’t sure Howard had it in him,” Caroline smiled, looking at Jill. “Two subs and a domme.” Jill protested, “I’m not submissive.” Caroline laughed, “You are the prototype for submissive in denial.” “You’re psychoanalyzing the psychologist?” Jill asked. “Just like Jasmine, you are always firm and strong at work, thus you want others to make decisions for you at home. That is why you allow Adam to shove his cock in your mouth because although it pisses you off royally to be treated like that, it also turns you on.” Jill didn't say anything. “Dare,” I said, trying to draw the attention away from Jill. Caroline pondered a moment. “I dare you to kiss Jill for a minute.” Jill surprisingly didn't protest but instead bargained, “But that counts as one of my three as well.” “Fair enough,” Caroline shrugged, surprised how quickly Jill agreed. I looked at Jill, who broke the awkwardness by saying, “Come kiss me, Boo Boo.” Boo Boo was my nickname when I was younger, one that was used to remind me I was the youngest and I laughed, “I haven't heard that nickname in years.” Jill closed her eyes and puckered up, purposely looking ludicrous. I was laughing when I reached her and still giggling when our lips met. Yet, the instant our lips touched my giggling stopped. I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. I was expecting little pecks, but our lips never left each others as the original awkwardness shifted to intimacy. I forgot she was my sister and when her tongue explored my mouth, I assumed she forgot I was her baby sister, too. I responded with my tongue exploring her mouth as our hunger, passion and urgency increased the longer we kissed. I could feel a wetness down below, something that never happened to me from just kissing. Maybe it was the taboo of kissing my sister, maybe it was the incredible softness of her lips or maybe it was all the wine and sex talk, but my body was on fire. Caroline's voice brought both of us back to reality. “I could watch you two all night but I have more dares and truths to use.” Jill broke the kiss, looking at me with the same confused 'Wow! That was amazing' look that I had on my own face. I smiled, trying to make light of our rather intimate moment, “I bet we got our lesbian sister jealous.” “First off I am not a lesbian, but bi. Secondly, you two were making out like horny teenagers for over three minutes,” Caroline countered. “We were not,” I protested, even though time had seemed to stand still during the brief kiss. “My phone backs me,” Caroline said, showing us her phone and us kissing. “You taped us!” I exclaimed, even though it was obvious she had. “I wanted you two to have a real memory of your first girl-girl kiss,” Caroline said, before asking me, “Truth or dare?” “Definitely truth, who knows what you will be daring me to do next,” I quipped. “Are you the Literotica author Jasmine Walker?” Caroline asked, throwing a bombshell question to me. I stammered, giving away my answer without actually answering it, “W-w-why would you think that?” “Your lack of denial is answer enough,” Caroline smiled. “Although I got to say I am a little hurt you have never written a lesbian sister story considering all your lesbian and incest stories.” “How did you know it was me?” I asked, denial being futile. “Well, the story 'A Night of Unconditional Surrender' was the first story where I wondered, especially when you used both your real names. Plus, the picture you use is from your college days and I remember the dress even though I don’t recognize the couch and your face is covered. Then I searched your iPad and read your notes and my suspicions were confirmed,” Caroline explained. “You write porn?” Jill asked. Caroline added, bragging like a proud parent, “Actually, she is the most favorite author on the website.” “I like to call it erotica,” I countered, thinking my writing was more than just porn, with character development and believable plots (well, for porn) and somehow feeling proud that Caroline knew how distinguished I was in the field of erotica. “Wow, it's always the ones you least expect,” Jill said, clearly shocked by the revelation. I exclaimed, “Isn’t that serial killers? Anyways, Howard is gone a lot and I started writing fantasies and published one and got addicted to the comments and e-mails.” “How many stories have you written?” Jill asked. “I don't know, over a hundred,” I said, although I thought it was over a hundred and twenty. “And what do you write about?” Jill asked, very curious of my prolific secret writing career. “Lesbian, incest, gay, orgies, she-males, younger-older, submission, blackmail, anal, humiliation, just to name a few,” I explained casually as if I were discussing the weather. “Truth or dare, Jill?” Caroline asked, eager to continue her power trip of revelation. “I'm still coming to grips with the fact that my middle sister is bisexual and my youngest writes erotica,” Jill said. “Truth or dare, my sister-kissing sister,” Caroline smiled. Jill's face went red as she choose, “Truth.” Caroline laughed, “Scared what I would make you do next?” “Petrified,” Jill smiled, getting into this sick twisted game of truth or dare. “Did your cunt get wet during your marathon make out session with your baby sister?” Caroline asked. Hearing the question, I was instantly curious. Did the kiss impact her the same way it did me? Jill, trying to be strong to not be bested by Caroline, answered, using the hated c-word I had never heard her use, “Yes, my cunt got very wet from Boo Boo's kiss.” “Dare or dare?” Caroline asked. “Hmmm,” Jill pondered. “I guess dare.” “Come kiss me,” Caroline dared. Jill shrugged, acting confident (wine will do that), she asked, “That's it? I was expecting something a little more extreme.” “Oh, we are just getting started,” Caroline said, as she snapped her fingers for Jill to come. “What am I, your puppy?” Jill asked, even though she began moving to Caroline. “No, more like my little pet,” Caroline quipped back, reminiscent of lines from many of my stories. Jill reached Caroline and leaned in to kiss her. I was instantly jealous, feeling left out which, of course, was absurd. Unlike my kiss with Jill, Caroline was clearly the aggressor. She moved her hands and cupped Jill's breasts while assumedly French kissing. I wished I would have been aggressive enough to feel up Jill. Yet, unlike many of my protagonists in my stories, the real me is shy, reserved and conservative. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes before Caroline broke it. I instantly demanded, “Spill the beans, whose cunt have you munched on that we know?” Caroline smiled, “You sure you want to know? Some are people you know very, very well.” “Tell us!” Jill and I screamed in unison, just as Jill returned to her chair and downed the rest of her wine, her face beet red. “Fine. The first was Mrs. Poole, then Mrs. Waters, then some girls in high school including Tara,” Caroline revealed. “My best friend Tara?” I interrupted. I was curious how she ended up having sex with Mrs. Poole, our school principal in high school, and Mrs. Waters, our chubby sweet next door neighbour, but the thought she had sex with Tara, my best friend, was crazy. “The one and only,” Caroline smiled. “How?” I asked. “I ordered her to come to my room after you were asleep during Christmas when I was home from college. She obeyed, and became a very good little cunt-licker,” Caroline explained. “I don't believe it,” I gasped. Tara was a mother of four now. The thought of her with Caroline was incomprehensible. Caroline smiled, adding fuel to the fire. “We still get together every month or two.” “You still see her?” I asked, even though the answer had already been given. “She is still my submissive pet,” Caroline revealed. “She obeys without hesitation.” “Wow!” Jill said. “I’m more stunned by Mrs. Waters.” “Oh she is the most submissive woman I have ever met, besides maybe you two,” Caroline said. “There are more, by the way.” Both of us should have been insulted by Caroline's accusation but curiosity overwhelmed humility. “Just tell us,” we both demanded. “Well there was my old roommate Becky, which probably isn't much of a surprise, Professor Hamilton, who loves licking assholes, Jamie Wolfe a couple weeks ago, and the big reveal,” she paused, drumming on the table for dramatics. Becky was a slut, I didn't know Professor Hamilton, but Jamie, who was in my class back in high school, was our reverend’s daughter and was currently eight months pregnant. Yet, the pause implied we were in for an even bigger shock. “Marilyn,” Caroline revealed. “Aunt Marilyn?” Jill asked. “Our mother's sister?” I asked. “The one and only,” Caroline smiled. Marilyn was ten years younger than our mom, an 'oops' grandma said (although a pleasant oops), and like Caroline, was in the upper class social circle, as she was married to the CEO of some oil company. She was beautiful and a complete bitch. “That is incest,” Jill said. “So was you making out with me and Jasmine,” Caroline pointed out. “She is also my most obedient pet at the moment. If I call her now she will be here in thirty minutes, ready to please me.” “No way,” I said. “Want me to prove it?” Caroline asked. It was obvious she was telling the truth and, horny as hell and curious to see that bitch put in her place, I said, “Yes, I do.” Caroline reached for her phone and texted our aunt. As we waited for a response Jill asked, “How did you get that bitch, wait, no, why would you want that bitch Marilyn?” “Partly because she was such a bitch to mom and us growing up and partly because I love seeing hot women submit to me,” Caroline shrugged. “Well, this is the strangest Valentine's Day ever,” I said. Jill laughed, “Better than being home alone with Ben and Jerry's and my Meg Ryan collection.” Caroline's phone buzzed and she read it to us. “Be there in an hour, Mistress. Have to get rid of small cock first.” “Let me see that,” I demanded, giggling at what she had called her husband. Caroline tossed me her phone and I read the exact same words. Curious, I scrolled up and saw other booty calls or even more intriguing lines like: -Mistress are you available I am craving your cunt -Mistress I am home with another cunt licker and she would love to serve you too -Mistress it has been two weeks please let your worthless slave serve you -Slut bathroom in five minutes I asked Caroline, “Where were you when you demanded her to meet you in the bathroom in five minutes?” “The city hall Christmas party,” Caroline answered. “I came on her face and made her walk around the rest of the night with cum on her face.” “No way,” Jill gasped, completely drawn into Caroline's story. “Humiliating her is the most fun I have,” Caroline smiled. “Now back to Jasmine. Can you really not come any way but from oral?” “Sad, but true,” I admitted. Caroline stood up, grabbed my hand and said, “Come with me.” I was so drunk and so horny, I followed as she led me to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom, she said, “Just wait here.” I watched, curious and confused, as Caroline brought out a big contraption from her massive walk-in closet. She put the contraption, with an erect dildo on top, on the floor and then returned to the walk-in closet just as Jill walked in with the bottle of wine. “Of course you have a Sybian.” “A what?” I asked, even though it was obviously an expensive sex toy, I had never known its name despite all my sex toy research. Caroline came out with what looked like a long magic wand. “Take your panties off, Jasmine,” Caroline ordered. ”Excuse me?” I replied, surprised by her demand. Caroline sighed, “I am going to make the impossible possible. You are going to come from a cock inside you.” “You’re my sister,” I pointed out. “Exactly,” she said, “and sisters look after each other.” To my surprise, Jill supported Caroline's ludicrous plan. “Psychologically, you have convinced yourself you can't come through sex and thus it has become true. Yet, unless you have tried every position and contraption the odds are you can.” “Really?” I asked, Jill always the rational one among us. “Yes, I suggest you give it a try. You are safe with us here,” Jill said. “Plus, do you know how many times we heard you masturbate when you were young?” Caroline added. “But you never saw me have sex,” I countered. “Well, now we will,” Caroline shrugged, moving to me, dropping to her knees, moving her hand under my dress and tugging down my panties. I froze like a statue, stunned my sister was taking my panties off and yet my pussy undeniably tingled as my head imagined it was Amber on her knees in front of me. Standing up, Caroline moved behind me and said, as she unzipped my dress, “Your dress is too tight for the Sybian.” I again was speechless as I felt my dress open and then fall to the ground. I was now naked except for the thigh high stockings and bra. Having written a plethora of stories where this exact same thing happened, it was still surreal, shocking, exhilarating and new...reality so much rawer than the living through fiction. “Straddle the cock, baby sister,” Caroline instructed. My mind on auto pilot, I walked over to the strange contraption and straddled it. Refusing to look at Jill or Caroline, I slowly lowered my pussy onto the plastic cock. Once it was completely inside me, I felt vibrations start inside me and let out a surprised moan. My eyes closed, all the sex talk getting me horny, as did all the wine, I just let my morals fade and allowed the pleasure to cascade through me. “You can either sit on it and allow its vibrations to get you off or you can ride it like a sexy cowgirl,” Caroline explained. Not wanting to have my sisters watch me ride a plastic cock, I just continued to allow the crazy vibrations to cascade through me. In only a couple of minutes I felt my orgasm rising and yet knew that was as far as it would go. Jill, always in psychologist mode, even when drunk, said, “Just let go, Jasmine, don't be thinking you can't come.” “I'm so close,” I whimpered. Suddenly I felt an intense pleasure on my clit and opened my eyes to see Caroline on her knees again. This time her magic wand was sending ridiculously intense vibrations to my clit. I screamed, “Oh myyyyyyy fuuuuucking God.” “Come, Jasmine,” Caroline instructed, tapping my clit with the wand. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, my orgasm building quickly. “Ride the cock,” Caroline ordered. I obeyed, desperate to come, wanting to reach orgasm without a tongue. “Oh God, yes, so close, yes, yes, yesssssss!” I screamed, as the impossible became possible and my orgasm cascaded through me with an intensity I had never experienced in my life. I collapsed on the cock and allowed the vibrations inside and outside of my cunt to continue as wave after wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria washed through me. Caroline purred, “I told you, baby sister, never say never.” A moment later, Caroline moved the magic wand away and the pulsations of pleasure began to slow down. I kept my eyes closed, feeling both euphoric and ashamed at having just come in front of my two sisters. After a couple of minutes of allowing my orgasm to slowly dissipate, I was startled to reality when I heard Caroline. “Open up, cocksucker,” Caroline ordered. I opened my eyes, thinking she was talking to me, just in time to see Caroline standing in front of Jill, wearing only thigh highs and a strap-on. Jill obeyed taking Caroline’s plastic big cock in her mouth. I stared in voyeuristic stunned awe as Jill bobbed up and down on a large, black plastic cock. Caroline ordered, “That's it, get it ready for that long-ignored cunt of yours.” That made Jill bob faster, easily taking the majority of the big cock in her mouth. She seemed even more submissive than me. Watching my sister suck cock turned me on and I began slowly riding the Sybian again. A couple of minutes later, Caroline ordered, pulling the cock out of Jill's mouth, “Get out of your dress.” Jill looked up at her tattooed sister and said, “We probably shouldn't do this.” “Jasmine couldn't come from cock and I fixed that problem and you haven't been fucked in months and I am going to fix that too,” Caroline said. “Now get undressed.” Jill hesitated only briefly. The wine, the crazy truths revealed and hunger to get fucked, overriding the reality she was about to commit incest, she stood up and with help from Caroline got out of her dress. Caroline unclasped Jill's bra too, revealing the massive and yet shockingly firm breasts we both wished we had. Jill, surprising both of us, begged, “Please Caroline, suck my tits, Adam always ignored them too!” Caroline moved around to Jill and cupped Jill's breasts in her hands before leaning forward and sucking her sister's left nipple in her mouth. “Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” Jill moaned. “Such beautiful breasts,” Caroline complimented as she continued to splatter them with attention. Undeniably, my mouth watered. I too wanted to give Jill's breasts attention. Even though the pleasure of the Sybian was amazing and I was beginning to wonder if I could have two impossibilities occur, I got off, joined my sisters and took Jill's right nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast. It was so heavy; I wondered how she could possibly carry such weight all day. “Oh yes, Boo Boo, suck my nipple, bite ittt,” Jill moaned and instructed. My own breasts and nipples lacked any sort of erogenous zone or sensitivity, so I was fascinated by the impact our mouths had on Jill's breasts. I licked, I nibbled, I bit and I sucked. I made love to Jill's breasts. “Time to fuck you, Jill. Get on all fours, my pet,” Caroline instructed. Hearing the words 'my pet', I was instantly jealous having wanted those words said to me for so long. Jill instantly obeyed, a submissive through and through, getting on all fours without protest. Caroline turned to me, her plastic cock hitting my leg, and ordered, “Get back on the Sybian, my baby pet. You don't get off until you have come two more times. Is that understood?” “Um, y-y-yes,” I answered. “I've read all your stories, Jasmine. How would your Domme character expect her pet to respond to such instructions?” Caroline inquired, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. I knew this was going to change everything if I answered as she expected, although with Jill on all fours ready to get fucked by Caroline and I ready to obey any order given by my strong-willed sister, I knew the change had already occurred. “Yes, Mistress,” I answered. “Good, baby pet,” she smiled, leaning forward and taking my right nipple in her mouth. I didn't tell her my breasts were sexual dead zones as I fake moaned. After a rough tug on my nipple, she moved away and ordered, “Now go come again and again, baby pet.” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, loving being ordered around and loving how naturally the word 'Mistress', even to my sister, rolled off my tongue. I returned to the massive fuck-toy, straddled it and began riding it hungrily as I watched Caroline move behind Jill. Caroline, not surprisingly, making sure we both submitted to her as the Mistress in this crazy, kinky, incestual, lust-filled night, asked Jill, “Do you want me to fuck you, Jill?” Jill was distracted by the cock rubbing up and down her pussy lips as she stammered, “Y-y-yes.” “Yes what, Jill?” Caroline asked. “Yes, I want you to fuck your big sister,” Jill answered, clearly frustrated the cock wasn't in her yet. “You understand, big sister, that once I fill your hairy cunt with my cock you are my pet,” Caroline explained. “Meaning whaaaat?” Jill asked, the pussy teasing driving her crazy. “You obey me, always,” Caroline explained. “Jasmine has already agreed, haven't you, baby pet?” All the years writing such scenes, I knew exactly what to say and answered like I had fantasized so many times, albeit never thinking the first time I said it would be to my sister. “Yes, Mistress Caroline, I am your submissive cunt-licker ready to serve you. My mouth, pussy and ass are yours to use as you wish and your baby slut sister submissive is yours to play with as you please.” Caroline smiled, clearly impressed by my declaration, “I will take you up on the offer very soon, baby pet.” Jill, her mouth dropped open in shock at my words, finally spoke. “I'm yours too, Mistress Caroline. Teach me to be a good pet.” “You will obey my every order?” Caroline asked. “Y-y-yes,” Jill stammered, clearly overwhelmed with the sudden shift of power as well as her desperate need to come. “Yes, what?” Caroline sighed, pulling her cock away. “Yes, Mistress, I'll obey every fucking order,” Jill urgently answered, before begging, “Now please, fuck your pet's wet cunt.” The crazy declaration by Jill, mixed with my own recent declaration of submission, caused electric currents of pleasure throughout my body and my second orgasm exploded through me without warning. “Fuuuuuuuck, I'm coming again!” I screamed. Jill screamed too, as Caroline slammed deep into her cunt. “Yeees!” The sounds of sex echoed through the room as I trembled with orgasmic bliss and Jill began breathing heavily as Caroline slammed into her, the sounds of their bodies colliding yet another turn on. Caroline suddenly, a couple of minutes later with Jill's orgasm obviously building, pulled out. “Noooooooo, please put it back in!” Jill pleaded, her eyes big and wild with desperation. “Beg for your sister to get you off,” Caroline demanded. Jill didn't hesitate, her need to come all that mattered, “Oh God, Mistress Sister, please fuck my cunt and let me have my much needed orgasm.” “And you will let me fuck your ass?” Caroline asked. “Yes, dammit,” Jill agreed, bursting with frustration. “Now fuck your pet's burning cunt.” “Pet Jill, Pet Jasmine, both of you on the bed now,” Caroline demanded. “I'm so close, please just fuck me like a slut,” Jill begged. “Bed, now,” Caroline ordered, as she went to her magical closet. Jill reluctantly obeyed, as did I, although my obedience was out of curiosity. Caroline returned with a long double-ended dildo, just as I reached the bed, and I instantly knew I was about to do something I had only written about or watched in porn. Jill got on the bed after me just as Caroline instructed, “Move your cunts close together, my pet siblings.” “Yes, Mistress,” both Jill and I said, both hungry for pleasure that had been abruptly stopped. Caroline joined us on the bed and said, “Jill, you have the hairiest cunt I have ever seen. Maybe that is why Adam wouldn't go down on you. We will fix that later, too. Jasmine, yours is cleanly trimmed cunt, very impressive. Although a Brazilian is definitely the way to go if you want your cunts eaten by the ladies.” Neither Jill nor I spoke as we watched Caroline rub one end of the dildo up and down Jill's pussy lips. Jill moaned as Caroline slid the head inside her wet cunt. Caroline then turned to me and without any teasing slid the other end inside my very wet cunt. About a foot of the dildo was still in view between Jill and I. Caroline instructed, “I want my pets to fuck themselves to orgasm. But first I want you kissing cunts.” “What does that mean?” Jill asked, confused. I answered, “We’ve got to get all of the rubber snake in our cunts until our pussies are touching each other.” “Oh,” Jill said, as I began, moving my legs slowly, awkwardly, towards her and allowing the rubber toy to slide deeper inside me. “Oooooh,” Jill repeated, seemingly understanding what I was really explaining as she too began moving her body towards me. Caroline disappeared briefly, but returned with both a video camera and the magical wand. Jill, seeing the video camera, pleaded, even though she didn't stop moving towards me, “Caroline, please don't film this.” Caroline said tersely, “When we are being intimate like this you will speak to me properly or be punished. And trust me, after reading Boo Boo's stories I have a lot of ways to punish disobedient pets. Don't I, Jasmine?” “I guess soooo,” I answered with a whimper, as the toy shifted deeper in me and at a strange angle. “Share with big sister some of the punishments you have written about,” Caroline demanded. Over a hundred stories, and yet with a dildo in my cunt and my eyes eye level with Jill's voluptuous tits I couldn't think of any. “Stop moving my pets,” Caroline ordered. Jill whimpered, “Please Mistress, I can't handle much more teasing.” “You can come once our little sister answers a simple question,” Caroline replied turning to me. “Answer me, my little slut, or I will punish you with making you serve Aunt Marilyn using punishments from ‘Spanked to Submission’,” Caroline threatened. Finally, a plethora of naughty humiliations popped into my head. “Walking in public with cum dripping down my face; wearing a butt plug in my ass and having to ask a female teaching colleague or worse an eighteen year old student to remove it; made to orgasm in church during a service; going to a gloryhole and sucking cock after cock after cock; shoving my cunt full with carrots and then leaving them on the table in the staff room for all my fellow colleagues, getting fisted by a stranger at a lesbian club; being tattooed with ‘Caroline's pet’ above my cunt; or.” I smiled naughtily, “getting double penetrated by my two sexy sisters.” “Is that last one a punishment or a fantasy?” Caroline asked. “Depends how much wine I have had,” I playfully answered. “Get each other off, you dirty incest pets,” Caroline ordered. Both Jill and I were burning with lust, each of us a vessel for each other's pleasure, we both bucked our asses forward and soon the plastic snake had disappeared and our pussies were kissing. “Holy fuuuuuck, Jasmine!” Jill screamed. “Yeeees!” I screamed too, as I began grinding my cunt onto hers. Caroline taped her two sisters fucking each other with a big smile on her face. After a minute or two, as both Jill and I aggressively fucked each other, our breathing getting heavier, our orgasms desperate to explode, Caroline, one hand on the camera, the other holding the magic wand, leaned forward and put the buzzing wand on our grinding cunts. “Oh fuuuuuuuuck,” Jill screamed the moment the powerful vibrating wand touched her clit. “Come now, my big sister pet and my baby sister slut,” Caroline ordered, as she tapped the wand on Jill’s clit and then mine. Being called a ‘slut’ turned me on like crazy as I flashed back to Mike pounding me and calling me a variety of dirty names, each memory was turning me on. “Call me names, Mistress,” I begged, so close, hoping some nasty name calling could be the trigger to reaching my third orgasm in a row. Caroline obliged, “Jasmine, you are a repressed slut, craving to be used as the dirty whore you want to be. You will be my pet, my slut, my cunt-munching, ass licking slave.” “Yeeeeeeeees!” I screamed, each name causing twitches throughout my body until I came. Jill begged, “Me too, Mistress.” “Oh Jill, I plan to use your mouth, cunt and ass whenever I want. Take you to a gloryhole and have you suck a dozen stranger’s cocks. Have you eat my cunt during break at the hospital and release you from the invisible sexual chains you have been held by all these years. You are my personal fuck-slave, is that understood, slut Jill?” “Yeeeeees, fuck, make me your sluuuuuuut!” Jill screamed, as her whole body quaked and the dildo slid out of her as cum sprayed out of her cunt, squirting everywhere. Without thinking, I spun around, the dildo still in me, and buried my face in my oldest sister’s cunt. I had wanted to taste pussy for so long, wanted to be a protagonist in one of my stories, and, suddenly now that I’m in one, I was going to submit unconditionally to pleasure and not the consequences that were bound to arise the next day when sober. Jill’s squirting coated my face as I hungrily licked and licked, the taste everything I had fantasized. Jill moaned, “Oh yes, Jasmine, lick my cunt, don’t you dare fucking stop.” I wished I could stay buried between Jill’s legs forever, as her hairy cunt created an aroma that was so intoxicating I was enveloped in perfection. Combined with the deliciousness of her cum that was utterly irresistible, I knew I was not only Caroline’s submissive, but would be Jill’s too if the opportunity arose. Caroline commented, “Shit, Jasmine, you are like a fat kid at a candy store after years on a diet.” I looked up and said, so drawn into the submission, “Oh, Mistress, thank you for helping me become what I have fantasized being for so long.” Jill grabbed my head, and pulled me deep into her cunt, as she ordered, “Keep licking, my cunt-munching baby sister. Once I come, I can come again and again.” My face buried in Jill’s pussy, I licked hungrily, my nose also buried in her wet, scented pubic hair. I don’t know how long I was pleasuring Jill’s pussy when I heard the unmistakable, grating voice of Aunt Marilyn. “Oh my fucking God!” I went to move my head, but Jill grabbed me and held me in my submissive position. “Don’t stop fucking licking. I’m so close again,” Jill demanded, holding my head firmly. I continued licking and tried to hear the conversation between Caroline and Aunt Marilyn. “Slut, get undressed now,” Caroline ordered. “Yes, Mistress,” Aunt Marilyn replied, before asking, “How did this possibly transpire?” “The same as you, whore,” Caroline said. “They are submissive and looking for a Mistress.” “Fucking hot,” Aunt Marilyn said, before adding, “the only female left now is your mother.” My eyes went wide at such a thought, but I was quickly distracted when my face was coated with Jill’s pussy juice when she came all over my face once again. “Keep licking, slut. Swallow big sister’s cuuuuuuunt juice.” I had no choice since she was holding my head deep in her flooding cunt, but I would have obeyed anyway as licking cunt was as exhilarating as I imagined when I wrote about it. I felt hands on my ass, my cheeks pulled apart and then a tongue licking my butt hole. I had written about such naughty acts, but had never really wanted it done to me. Yet, the wetness as she swirled her tongue and slowly penetrated my ass with her tongue was so dirty, I felt my cunt, the dildo still part way inside me, starting to burn again. Jill finally let go of my head a couple of minutes later, and I turned around and saw Aunt Marilyn’s flaming red hair behind me. Caroline said, “I told you she would be here. She will obey any order.” Jill ordered, “Tell us what you are, slut Marilyn.” Aunt Marilyn quit licking my ass and replied obediently, which was so hot because she had always been such a bitch to us, “I’m Caroline’s unconditional slave.” “And now you are also Jill and Jasmine’s unconditional slave too. You will be on call for both my siblings as well. Is that understood?” Although it was obvious she was not impressed by this, she obediently agreed, “Of course, Mistress Caroline. May I continue licking Mistress Jasmine’s beautiful asshole?” “You may,” Caroline said, still filming all the incestuous debauchery. “Jill, come and lick my cunt.” “Yes, Mistress,” Jill answered. I watched as Jill got off the bed, moved the few feet to Caroline, dropped to her knees and, without hesitation, lean forward and began licking Caroline’s cunt. I wondered if Caroline would taste similar to Jill; I also wondered what would be the difference of a shaved pussy compared to a hairy pussy. I desperately wanted to taste Caroline. My knees sore, I rolled onto my back, looked at Aunt Marilyn and ordered my new pet, “Keep licking my ass, Aunt Slut.” “Yes, Mistress Jasmine,” Aunt Slut responded, lying on her belly and continuing to lick my asshole. I wanted to humiliate her and pondered how as her tongue bathed my rosebud. Meanwhile, I glanced over to Caroline and Jill, wishing I could see better as all I could see was Jill’s back. Caroline asked, “Do you want to fuck Slut Marilyn’s ass?” “God, yes,” I said, the idea of fucking someone’s ass a major turn-on. “Go choose a strap-on from the closet. This slut can take any size in her fat ass,” Caroline instructed. “Get on all fours, bitch,” I ordered, getting off the bed and going to the closet. I couldn’t believe how many toys were in her closet. She had at least a dozen strap-ons. I grabbed the biggest one there, ten inches in length and fucking wide. I strapped it on me and felt my cunt get damp, another fantasy coming true. I returned to the room and Marilyn’s eyes went big when she saw the size of the cock I was wearing. Caroline laughed, “Go big or go home, is it?” I shrugged, “This bitch has been a pain in my ass for years and now I plan to return the favour.” Caroline laughed again, “Oh, you and your puns.” I reached the bed, moved in front of my new pet and shoved the cock in her mouth. I roughly face fucked her, making her gag as I got eight inches in her mouth. Listening to her slobbering sounds was yet another turn-on. Caroline ordered to Jill like she was a puppy dog in training (which maybe she was), “Stay,” and went to her closet of pleasure. She returned with a strange contraption. She walked to Jill and put the contraption with a cock on Jill’s head. I gasped as I realized she had made Jill’s face a cock. Caroline then ordered, “Sit on your knees.” Jill obeyed, and Caroline straddled Jill’s face and lowered her cunt slowly. It was the hottest and strangest moment of the night so far. I slapped Marilyn’s head and said, “Keep sucking, bitch,” as I realized I had stopped face-fucking her to watch my two sisters in a kinky sex act. Suddenly, I really wanted to fuck Marilyn's ass. I pulled out of her mouth and went to the closet of naughty toys to grab some lube. As I grabbed a bottle, I saw handcuffs and smiled deviously. Grabbing them, I returned to the room of sin to see that Jill was now on her back and Caroline was riding our sister's face. Things just kept getting hotter. Reaching the bed, I ordered, “Slut, put your hands on the bed rail.” Aunt Marilyn saw the handcuffs and obeyed, saying, “I didn't know you were such a devious woman.” “I always assumed you were a slutty whore,” I countered, as I handcuffed her to the bed. Caroline moaned, “Does my slut want her Mistress's cum?” Jill mumbled, partially muffled by the toy cock strapped around her mouth, “Yes.” Caroline got off the cock, quickly took the toy off Jill's head, and lowered her wet cunt onto Jill's face. “Lick me, my pet.” Jill assumedly obeyed, as Caroline's moans began to increase. I moved behind Marilyn and ordered, as I poured lube between her ass cheeks, “Beg me to fuck your fat ass, bitch.” Aunt Marilyn responded, as I rubbed the big cock up and down between her ass cheeks, “Oh, Mistress Jasmine, fuck my fat ass with that big cock. Punish me for all the times I treated you pooooorly.” I pushed forward, the wide black cock slowly penetrating her ass. I kept pushing forward, even as her whimpers echoed through the room, the wide cock obviously causing an extreme burn. “Shiiiiit,” she whimpered, which made me smile. I kept pushing forward, wanting to see all ten inches buried in her. I wanted to pound her hard, to have her screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Caroline moaned loudly, “That's it Jill, suck my clit.” I turned to watch Caroline with her eyes closed, cupping her tiny breasts, as she was near the brink of orgasm. I continued pushing forward until eight inches had disappeared between Marilyn's, tanned, fat ass, all the while she kept whimpering. I then began moving in and out, loving the feeling of fucking someone. Although I loved a cock in my mouth, pussy or ass and loved being fucked hard and deep, it was an exhilarating experience to be the one doing the fucking. I held onto her hips, and as her whimpers shifted to moans I began to move faster in her ass, still determined to fill it completely. “Yeeeeeees,” Caroline screamed, as she was clearly coming on Jill's face. I watched her facial expressions shift throughout her orgasm as I continued pumping the plastic cock deep into Marilyn's ass. Marilyn, now enjoying the cock in her ass, begged, “Fuck my ass harder.” I obliged, slamming forward, allowing the whole black cock to disappear in her ass. “Yeeeeeees!” she screamed, as I went deeper than it seemed possible inside her ass. My body continued to slam into her for a couple more minutes, her moans increasing, when Caroline stood up and ordered, “Come here, Jasmine. But keep that cock buried deep in the slut's ass.” I undid the strap from my body and with the cock already deep in her ass, I slapped the end of the toy pushing it even further up her ass. “Oh, fucker!” Marilyn screamed, as it burned her ass. “Stay,” I quipped, laughing at the order since I had her handcuffed to the bed. Caroline grabbed my hand and led me to the closet, grabbed another strap-on and put it on my waist, all the while kissing my neck and back. “You are still one sexy woman, Jasmine.” My face flushed at the rare compliment in a night of naughty submission. “As are you!” I said, turning around and kissing her. She returned the kiss and for a couple of minutes we kissed passionately. Breaking away at last, she said, “I want this to be more than just tonight, Jasmine. I want you to be my obedient pet.” I looked into her eyes and answered, “I meant every word I said earlier. I am yours, and Jill's too.” “You really are the submissive character in all your stories aren’t you?” she asked, her hand moving to my still wet cunt. “My stories have been my outlet to avoid succumbing to my submissive nature, and the subservient lifestyle I have always craved,” I admitted. “Well, now you have a great story to write,” Caroline said, sliding her finger in my cunt. “Ohh, you want me to write it?” I asked, “For sure,” Caroline said. “Your fans need to know that you are an incest-whore, just like the women you write about.” “And your pet,” I added. “Exactly,” she said, grabbing a thinner strap-on and putting it on herself. “Now let's go double penetrate your big sister.” “Fuck, yes,” I agreed, the thought making my pussy juice leak down my leg. “Can I get dp'd too?” “All in good time, my slutty baby sister,” Caroline laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom. Jill was in the washroom so we both waited for her return. I walked over to Marilyn and slapped the toy in her ass three times and chuckled as she screamed with each spank. “You are as devious as some of your dominant characters,” Caroline said, impressed, just as Jill came out of the washroom and saw her two younger siblings with strap-ons. She asked, her eyes big, “Are those for me?” “It is your Valentine's Day present from us,” Caroline said. “Yes, your first double penetration,” I added. “Oh my,” Jill said. Caroline smiled and said, “Remember, I told you to never say never. Now, Jasmine, lay on the bed on your back beside our bound bitch.” “Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, loving the way the word 'Mistress' rolled off my tongue so naturally. Once I was on the bed, I glanced over to Marilyn, but didn't say anything before turning my gaze back to my sisters. “Straddle Boo Boo's big cock, Jill,” Caroline ordered. “Yes, Mistress Caroline,” Jill replied, eager, I imagine, to get fucked again after her lengthy lesbian session of pleasing Caroline. Jill joined me on the bed, straddled my cock, lowered herself onto it and leaned forward until our lips met. She slipped her tongue in my mouth again and we made out passionately while we felt the bed move, assumedly Caroline joining us. As I continued kissing Jill, I thought about the reality that I was about to have my first threesome. I would have never in a million years thought that it would be an incestuous threesome. Yet here I was with my strap-on in Jill's cunt, my tongue in her mouth as we awaited Caroline's sodomizing of Jill. Caroline asked, “Are you ready to get your ass filled, Jill?” Jill broke the kiss and answered, “A little scared, but that is no longer my decision to make.” “Whose is it?” Caroline asked, even though she obviously knew the answer. “Mistress Caroline's,” Jill answered, before adding, “and all three of my holes and my big titties are yours to play with as you wish.” 'Good answer, slut,” Caroline said, spanking Jill's ass. Jill returned to kissing me as I assumed Caroline generously coated Jill's rosebud with anal lube. “Now relax, Jill, this will be uncomfortable for a bit.” “Okay,” Jill said nervously, looking into my eyes. Trying to comfort my nervous sister, I said, “Trust me, you are going to love it once you get accustomed to the feeling.” “I hope so,” she said. “Now get those lips back onto mine,” I said. We continued to kiss while Caroline began to penetrate Jill's ass. I would have loved to have watched it, but the whimpers that resonated in my mouth as we continued kissing told me the sodomy had begun. My tongue distracted Jill as best it could while Caroline continued the slow exploration of Jill's virgin ass. Eventually, Caroline announced, “All in, Jill.” Jill broke the kiss and asked, “Are you going to fuck my ass or just kneel there making obvious announcements?” “Such a bad little ass-slut,” Caroline playfully said, as she began to fuck Jill's ass. I watched Jill's facial expressions as she got used to a cock in her ass. Jill moaned, “The two cocks are filling me so completely.” “Oh, we are just getting started,” Caroline promised, as she began to shift from slow strokes, to long hard strokes, forcing Jill's body to move forward with each thrust, her massive tits slamming into my chin as Jill shifted positions. “Oh shit, Caroline, pound my ass,” Jill begged, the sensation of a cock in her ass finally bringing the pleasure I long recalled feeling. “Are you an ass-whore now?” Caroline asked, continuing to fuck her sister hard. “Oooooh yes, a dirty fucking ass-whore, just like Aunt Slut here,” Jill replied, moving her hand and viciously slapping the cock in Marilyn's ass. I had forgotten she was beside us. I was so transfixed with Jill's lips and now her tits as Marilyn screamed, “Bloody fucking hell.” “Meet my strokes, Jasmine,” Caroline said. “Let's really double fuck our sister.” I obliged, bucking my ass up, which caused Jill to scream, “Oh my Lord, don't stop, fuck.” Although difficult, I kept bucking my ass up, meeting Caroline's forceful thrusts which caused Jill to make a variety of unique noises and curse like I had never heard her before, while all her sentences became incoherent babble. “Oh pound my...shit...ass...harder...double team me...oh God...whore...I'm a whore...an incest slut...shit...cunt on fire...close...oh yeah...come...please...oh, oh, oh,” Jill babbled. Jill was so close and I reached for her tits and tugged on them hard while bucking up furiously, wanting to hear her explode. “My tits, my melons, oh yes, pull them, suck them, fuckity, fuck, fuck,” Jill continued to babble. I leaned forward took her right nipple in my mouth and tugged on it with my teeth just as she screamed, “Fuuuck holy shiiiiiiit!” She collapsed on me, her tits suffocating me as I felt her body tremble. Caroline kept thrusting into her ass as I just allowed the cock in her cunt to sit lodged in her. “Keep coming, ass-slut,” Caroline demanded. Jill babbled, “Still...fuuuuck...coming.” I licked and bit her tits thinking what a way to die. Being suffocated by the biggest tits I had ever felt. Finally, Caroline pulled out, Jill weakly rolled off, crashing into our bound bitch and I watched as Caroline shoved the cock, just in Jill's ass, into Aunt Marilyn's mouth, roughly face fucking her. My appetite still not quenched, I rolled on top of Jill, straddling her, and lowering my cunt on her face. Leaning forward I buried my face in her well fucked cunt as I started a sister 69. The two of us licked each other lavishly, taking our time, as we listened to the gagging sounds of Marilyn. After a couple minutes of licking each other, my leg cramped and I had to stand up. I apologized to Jill, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, leg cramp.” Jill laughed, “I forgive you this one time.” Caroline pulled her cock out of Marilyn's mouth and said, “My pets, should we go and get some real food?” “God yes, getting fucked and eating cunt was quite the work out,” I said, dramatically. “Ditto,” Jill laughed. Caroline said, “Marilyn we will be back later...probably.” “Don't leave me here like this,” Marilyn begged. “You're right,” Caroline said, going to her magical closet again. Returning, she walked over to the still bound bitch, turned on a small ball and slid it in Marilyn’s pussy. “Don't you dare come until we get back.” “Yeeees, Mistress,” Marilyn moaned, both her holes now filled. Leaving her alone, we went downstairs, and devoured the appetizers Caroline had brought out before this crazy night became epic. Finally, Jill said, “So now what?” “Do you mean now or tomorrow?” Caroline asked. “Both, I suppose,” Jill said. “Well, I am getting pretty tired; I don't think I will even call Emma tonight. But we need to have one finale hurrah. As for the future, this is definitely the beginning,” Caroline smiled. “I am not sure what this will feel like once I sober up completely and realize what we did,” Jill said. I poured each of us a glass of wine and said, “Well, then let's not sober up. Plus, Caroline promised me a double penetration.” “And I do always keep my promises,” Caroline smiled, standing up. “Jill downed half the wine, as she asked, “Can I fuck Boo Boo's ass?” Caroline laughed, “I think I created a monster.” “Two monsters, Mistress,” I purred as Caroline went upstairs to grab a few toys as we prepared for one more round downstairs in the living room. Truth be told, it ended up being two more rounds. A lengthy double penetration for me, where I came like crazy and we finished up with a three sister daisy chain where we licked, sucked and fingered each other's pussies until we all reached orgasm simultaneously all of us falling asleep out of exhaustion on the living room floor...completely forgetting about Marilyn until the next morning. Like I said at the beginning of the story...most great things in life happen when you least expect it and this, the most completely sexual experience of my life, the first of many with my beautiful sisters, was completely unexpected. Not surprisingly, Valentine’s Day became an incest tradition without men, although we did add another member the following year...mom. THE END
Title: 3's A Crowd Tags: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Group Sex Content: THREE'S A CROWD! Sometimes things happen because they need to. This was my feeling about my meeting with Bill and Bess. They were an older couple, perhaps in their seventies, and I was in my mid- sixties. This is what happened. After the death of my wife, I had returned to the sexual habits of my youth. To put it in plain English, I started jacking off again with as much interest and dedication as I had felt during puberty. I had decided that I didn't want to adjust to another person at my age and would remain single. Of course there had been a few offers for meals and even more, but they soon realized my lack of interest and stopped calling. I had about decided to turn into a hermit. One beautiful, warm spring day, I was out enjoying the budding trees, the birds singing, and the fresh air. I was lost in the wonder of nature renewing itself when I suddenly realized that I was sitting in a very pretty lady's lap. "Oh, excuse me! I'm so sorry," I explained as I got up. "I was looking up in the trees and didn't see you there." I had tripped and fallen before I realized what was happening." "It's kind of nice to have a handsome gentleman falling for me again," the lady said with a twinkle in her eye and a beautiful smile. "My name's Henry," I felt compelled to say. "Mine's Bess. Actually it's Elizabeth but Bill has always called me Bess. My mother didn't like it at first, but eventually she began to call me that too. I've been Bess for many years now." "Your husband?" I asked, wondering if he was still alive. "This old codger walking up right now," she said with a loving tease. "Bill, this nice man is Henry." "I can't leave you alone for ten minutes until some old man starts trying to get in your - - " "Bill!" she scolded. "Henry here might be offended." "I don't know why. Surely he knows men and women do that kind of thing. Have sex." I smiled at his teasing and admitted that I realized that it did happen to some of the luckier ones. Bill looked me straight in the eye and smiled a devilish smile. He put his arm around his pretty wife and pulled her close. "Henry thinks he'd be lucky to have sex," he said and kept his eyes locked with mine. "Henry must not have an available outlet for his sexual needs." "Actually, I don't, except my hand," I added and blushed in the admitting. "Then we need to improve his luck," Bill stated and still held me in his stare. "I've been introduced to so many available women that I'm a little tired of that game," I explained. "I wasn't planning on introducing you to any one," Bill quietly explained. "I was thinking more of well - the three of us going to our house and getting to know each other a little better." I was suddenly speechless. I felt a flush of blood rush up my neck and a twitch of interest in my boxers. Bill continued to hold me in his stare but it was friendlier now. "Maybe Henry isn't interested," Bess quietly suggested. "Not all men are as randy as you are." "Of course he's interested," Bill said and smiled at her. I was glad to be released from his hypnotizing stare. "He's male isn't he?" "Actually, I was at loose ends this evening, wondering what I was going to do to fill the hours. It's been a while since I've visited with anyone. I'm enjoying the socializing," I explained. "That settles it!" Bill said and took Bess by the hand. "Come on, Henry. Let's go to our house and socialize." We walked the two blocks to their house and stepped into the past. Everything was straight out of the fifties. I felt like a teenager again. I felt the need to wear my jeans on my hips and roll up the sleeves of my white T-shirt. "Takes you back a little, doesn't it?" Bess asked as she took my jacket and hung it in the hall closet. "We've had fun searching for the real fifties artifacts." "I feel like I did when I was in high school," I explained as I glanced down at a kidney shaped coffee table. "Good. That means your dick is at the ready," Bill said with a good-hearted slap on the back. "Well " I blushed and couldn't think of an answer. "You'll have to forgive Bill. He's gotten to where he just says what he's thinking. And it's usually about sex," Bess said with a happy smile on her face. "When I had cancer, I realized that I was not going to live forever. That was when I decided to be who I wanted to be and do what I wanted to do. As long as Bess is happy with it." "That's a good way to be. Are you " I asked before I thought. "It's all gone. Surgery took care of it. Four years this May. If I go another year cancer free, I'll be diagnosed as cured. I miss my instant hard-ons but I'd rather be alive and limp than dead and stiff." There was sudden silence with that statement. Bess and I were waiting for Bill to make the next move. Bill was lost in his thoughts for a few moments and then broke his reverie with a big smile. "Okay! That's all explained. Now for the good part. I have a pump that gives me really firm erections and I'm cancer free." Bill mixed a pitcher of martinis and poured us each one. They were almost frozen they were so cold, and absolutely delicious. I felt mine hit and my whole body relax. This was beginning to get interesting. "Henry, are you interested in more than visiting?" Bill asked as he poured seconds for us. "I really like you two. I think I'd like to know you better. Yes, I'm interested in more than just visiting. What do you have in mind?" "Let's get naked and see what happens," Bill said and began unbuttoning his shirt. I was shocked to say the least. However, when Bess began to unbutton her dress, I decided to throw caution to the winds and started to undress too. Soon we were three naked humans, sitting comfortably in their living room, totally at ease with each other and enjoying the wonderful freedom of nakedness. Bill motioned for me to join them on the sofa. They moved apart, leaving a space for me in the center and indicated that I should sit between them. I felt a partial erection but it seemed so natural that I wasn't embarrassed. "I like it that my wife can still get that kind of reaction from the men," Bill said. "I must admit, seeing you two naked has given me an excitement I haven't felt in a long time," I explained and placed one hand on Bess's knee and another on Bill's. "I didn't realize how much I missed the touch of a beautiful woman." Bess placed her hand on my bare leg and slowly inched her way closer to my rapidly growing manhood. At that moment, Bill let his hand make a parallel movement on my other leg. I moaned and threw my head back on Bill's arm. I felt a soft hand take my now very erect pleasure tool and another bigger, rougher hand caress my balls. I thrust my hips up with no control over my actions. Bill stood up and pushed me down where he had been sitting. As I lay on my back, Bess straddled me and slowly lowered herself on to my throbbing thruster. I reached up and took Bill's limp dick and pulled him down so I could take it in my mouth. I had never tasted a man before. I was surprised at the coppery taste and the musky smell, but the soft dick in my mouth felt good and I let myself enjoy the moment and dismissed all inhibitions. He placed his knees on each side of my head and leaned over to kiss Bess. I reached up with on hand and caressed his balls. With the other, I fondled her large breasts and tweaked her erect nipples. She was slowly raising and lowering herself on me. Bill was beginning to move his hips and I sucked and slobbered on his dick. He began to moan and twist. Bess was going faster and faster. I squeezed his balls a little harder and let his dick head go deeper in my throat. I pulled it out and sucked it back in. Soon I found that I could simulate the rhythm of sex for Bill, and his moaning and groaning rewarded me. I felt Bess arch her back and scream out in a shuddering growl. Bill did the same and I felt something hot begin to fill my mouth. I was so caught up in their orgasms that I swallowed it all and sucked for more. Bill reached down and pinched both my nipples. I had never had that happen before and the shock of the sensual feeling sweeping my body took me over the top. I began to thrust into Bess with a force that I didn't know I still possessed. I sucked on Bill until I almost swallowed his manhood. I felt a spasm of ecstasy wrack my entire being and my body pumped out my love potion deeply into Bess. I thrust, jabbed, poked and probed her with all my soul. I heard my scream escape around Bill's dick and pierce the atmosphere. I kept thrusting and shooting until I realized that Bess was in the throes of another orgasm. We banged into each other with an uncontrollable power as our climaxes matched each other. I gradually slowed down my thrusting into Bess as she gradually slowed down her raising and lowering onto me. Bill pulled his tender dick from my mouth and we all began to relax. Bill sat down and put my head in his lap. Bess leaned over and collapsed on top of me. We were all three sweaty and slick from the powerful sex. I could feel Bess's heart beating against my chest as it gradually slowed down to normal. I could feel Bill's stomach against my head. It felt good and right. He tenderly placed on hand on Bess's back lovingly patter her. She reached up with her hand and held his dick and balls in a familiar caress. I felt as if I had known them forever instead of just a few hours. We stayed in that position for a long time, savoring the rapture. "Can anyone use another martini?" Bill asked and slipped out from under my head to get them. "I could use a martini and another session like this," I mumbled. "When I recover." "Me too," Bess moaned against my shoulder. "Then let's have one," Bill announced. "We'll have supper on the balcony and then we can get in our king size bed and see what happens. We won't wear any clothes for the whole weekend." "I like that idea," I moaned. "I do too," Bess agreed and snuggled closer. Besides, I didn't get to use my pump!" Bill groused in a good humor as he poured the icy liquid into the stems. "Are you going to drink these things or am I going to have to pour them on you?" Bess sat up and took her's from Bill. I sat up and took mine too. An icy martini wasn't exactly the sensation my body was craving. "That was a great orgasm," I admitted after a few sips. "I never sucked a dick before either." "I've never had a man suck my dick before. I can't believe the powerful orgasm I had without an erection. It was really good." "I have you both beat. I had two!" Bess bragged and we all three laughed in a warm friendship that I was glad to find. The End
Title: 3 teenage pussys for me Tags: True Story, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Threesome, Young Introduction: JJ, Carly and Kelly arrive home Content: I decided a power nap would do me good before having a hot shower. I needed to keep my strength up for tonight. After a hour, I headed to the shower. I was sure I had lots of time. The hot water felt good, as it washed over me. I lathered up my cock, slowly stroking it as it grew. I My grip tightened and pace increased as my mind travelled back in time. I snapped back to reality and rinsed off my dick. Why jerk off when I have 3 hot teenage pussys to fuck. Drying off, I made my way to my room. I heard some muufled sounds coming from behind my door. Slowly pushing the door open my eyes grew wide and cock hardened at the site before me. JJ, Carly and Kelly were locked in a threesome. JJ was sucking Carlys puusy, Carly was eating kelly and Kelly was munching on JJ. Standing beside the bed, my towel fell to the floor, exposing my rock hard cock. JJ looked up and panted between moans this show is for you. No jerking off, Just enjoy and I will suck you later. She immediately turned her attention back to Carlys snatch. Carly wiggled and moaned pushing her cunt into JJ's sweet mouth. Kellys moans and breathing increased as her pussy danced on Carlys face. I knew she was going to cum soon. Kelly dove farther into JJ's cunt, licking and sucking wildly. JJ gasped, as she stooped sucking Carly. Fuck yes, lick me you bitch. Grabbing a fist full of Kellys hair, JJ grinded her cunt into Kelly's mouth. Yea, thats it, eat my cunt. Carly pulled her face of Kelly and sldie over to JJ, planting a kiss on her lips. JJ moaned as thier tongues danced together. Carly's hands began to roam over JJ's 34b tits, her thumb and finger rolling over her stiff nipples. Carly broke the kiss, and began sucking JJ's pears shaped tits. Oh fuck, fuck, yes oh yea. Eat me, suck me. Oh fuck I going to cum. JJ began to trash about, her hips bucking wildly into Kellys face. Kelly suddenly moved from between her legs and joined Carly working on JJ's other tit. What, fuck no, oh god my cunts on fire, don't fucking stop. Her hips were rolling from side to side as she pleaded eat me, suck me you fucking cunt. Kelly smiled and wincked at me. My cock was rock hard and ached for relief. A drop of pre cum oozed from the tip. Answering JJ's pleas, I grabbed her legs and drove my tongue into her teenage snatch. Oh yes she gasped , uh huh, yea lick me, thats it, lick me you fucker, yea make me cum. I began running my tongue over her pussy lips, then moved up to her clit. It was swollen and fairly large as my tongue darted across it. Slowly sucking it between my lips sent JJ over the egde. She began to wimper then her body bucked wildly screaming I'm cumming, Oh fuck I'm Cumming. She wrapped her young legs around my head, almost choking me. Slowly her orgasim decreased and she eased her grip on my head. Looking up I saw Kelly and Carly locked in a 69, oblivious to JJ and me. I almost blew my load at the site of them. JJ sat up and pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top. In one motion JJ slid my cock into her young hot pussy. Oh fuck your cunt feels good, hot and tight. Yea, fuck my pussy, fuck me good. Push your hard dick into my tight cunt. Your cock feels better then I imagined. JJ began to increase the pace, tightening her cunt muscles each time she slid down my cock. Reaching up I grabbed perky tits, rolling the nipples between my finger and thumb. Her pace continued to increase. Pulling JJ towards me I began sucking on her tits. My tongue flicked her nipples before I sucked them into my mouth. JJ ground her cunt harder on my cock. Her moaning increased. Yea, suck my tits, fuck my pussy, yea oh that feels sooo good, Fuck me, oh aah yea, yes, oh fuck i'm cumming. In one motion I grabbed JJ and rolled her on her back. Fuck your pussy is hot, cum on my cock you little fucking bitch. YES, yes, fuck my cunt Oh yea, harder faster Fuck ME. Pulling JJ to the edge of the bed, I put her legs over my shoukders. I drove my cock deep into he hole. I could not believe how hot and tight her pussy was. For a girl barely 15, she sure khew how to fuck. Pounding her pussy hard and fast brought me to thre edge of cumming. I going to cum in your tight little cunt. Oh yea, I can't hold it much longer. JJ's tempo increased once more, her hips meeting every thrust as i dorve in and out of her cunt. Cum in my pussy, fill it with your hot cum, Oh yea, I've wanted this for so long, Fucking Cum in my cunt, Cum now, she screamed. Her body rocked with a huge orgasm. Yes, Yea, Oh god, Fuck, here..I.. Cum OoOoh, Yea right now UUGH, take my cum you fucking young slut. My cum exploded inside her as JJ sreamed out, her head thrashing from side to side, her sandy blonde hair covering her face. Her hips kept pace and her cunt muscles milked me for every last drop. Slowing the pace we were enjoying the moment. I leaned over, brushing aside her sweaty hair, and gently planting a kiss on her sweet lips. Roll me over, but keep your cock in me she asked. We flipped over on the bed a embraced for a moment. I let my hands caress her body, as JJ slowly rode my cock, tighening her cunt muscle on me. JJ sat up and we both looked towards the other two girls. Kelly and carly began claping. That was awesome. You two were not so bad yourself. Kelly came over and kissed me, her tongue searching for mine. Glancing up I saw Carly had one of JJ's tits in her mouth. I felt a hand massaging my nuts, but I did not know who it belonged to. Kelly broke our kiss and straddled my face. You must be hungry daddy, she laughed. Here, eat my cunt. How could I refuse you, I said as my tongue disappeared into her snatch. JJ slid off my cock, and the mystery hand began jerking my semi -hard cock. A hot, young talented mouth deep thraoted my cock, helping it begin to grow. Who's mouth was it. With the sucking increased, Kelly dancing on my face and now a tongue licking my balls I knew this was going to be an interesting night.
Title: 3 The Van punishment Tags: Fantasm, Cum Swallowing, Male / Females, Mind Control, Prostitution, Slavery 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: “Where are we going?” she asked. She was being pulled along, but she was following him. “Back in the van.” he told her. “Come on girls, you should see what punishments are like.” He led all three of them outside, and got them all seated again. Once more, Mrs. Bailey was put in the Captain's chair in the back. She swiveled it forward to look out the front window as they drove. Brian somehow knew that Mrs. Bailey's newfound strength to resist his commands came from her limited exposure to the van's effects, so he got on the freeway, noting full gauges in both gas tanks. He drove an hour north, then turned around at a rest area to drive back, but before he could exit the parking lot, he saw a woman hurrying up to the van. He came to a stop, even though he didn't recognize her. She approached the passenger side, and her face showed great surprise when she saw Brian driving. “Where's... where's Master Brad, sir?” she asked, looking very confused. “I have his money. I guess I give it to you.” “Did you just ask a question?” he asked, exasperated. She blanched and shook her head. “I'm sorry sir.” “Brad sold me this van this morning and took a job in Europe. He's on a plane and in the air right now.” he told her. “Give me the money.” “I need to get in the van.” she said, licking her lips. “It's a lot of money, and I don't want to flash it here in the parking lot.” she said nervously. “Sure.” he said. “Get in the back for a minute, please, little sister. Mindy went into the back, and the girl got in the front. Brian put the van in gear and got back on the freeway. “Oh, where are we going? My punishment isn't over yet.” she said. She had an over-sized purse with her, and she put it on the console between the seats. It was stuffed to packed full of neatly stacked money, fifties and hundreds, fastened with little rubber bands. “I didn't get the whole fifty thousand that Master Brad told me to get yet. That's why I didn't call him.” she said. “You're not going to call him ever again.” Brian told her. “I'm your new Master now, and with a new Master comes forgiveness of old sins. Whatever you have in your bag is punishment enough. You are coming home with me.” “Yes sir.” she said, sounding most pleased. “Does this mean that everyone's punishment is over, too?” “Yes, of course it does.” he said. “Let's go get them all.” “Oh, thank you, Master! It's been a year since my sister and I have seen each other!” “Where is she?” Brian asked. “We can go get her first.” “She's probably at the other house. I'm not allowed to go over there.” said the girl. “Unless you say it's okay?” “I say it's okay.” he smiled. “Where are we going?” “Right next door to the house I live in.” she said, puzzled. “How come you don't know that?” “Suddenly, I do know that.” he said. “I also know that I can't take you there yet. Let's get this van back home.” Sudden images had filled Brian's head suddenly. He knew lots of things he didn't before. The address of two houses in Brad's name. The fact that there were twin pistols and holsters in the glove box. That the switch just under the dash board would recess the gas and brake pedals all the way to the floor and allow the van to be driven by hand, gas and brake now buttons on the steering wheel. That the bed had a hidden compartment under the bed big enough for two live girls or three dead ones. He knew that it was the van that made him confident enough to give orders that he never would have considered last night. He knew it was the van that gave him confidence enough to even know what his pleasure was. He knew it was the van that was the power behind his new ability to control others. What he didn't know was, was the van controlling him? He thought of something horrible to tell the new girl to do, then willed himself not to tell her to do it. The compulsion to speak grew in his mind, but he was able to force it back and held his tongue. It left him a bit mentally strained, but he resolved to strengthen that part of him. Sitting inside the van and driving made it easier to exert his own will, he found. He drove back to Mrs. Bailey's house and brought them all inside. After two solid hours in the van, there wasn't an ounce of resistance left in the married woman. “Now, what's your name, your sister's name, and how much money is in that bag?” he asked the girl, once they were all back inside and seated in the living room. “I'm Sarah Humphrey, and my sister's name is Heather, sir.” she told him. “There's thirty seven thousand, eight hundred and fifty dollars in that bad. I'm supposed to call Master Brad when it gets to fifty thousand. That's my punishment.” “What did you do wrong?” asked Mrs. Bailey, a little fearfully. There was more money in that bag than she'd ever seen in her life, and it wasn't enough? “I'm fucking asking the questions here!” Brian roared at the woman. He could feel a ball of rage in his heart, rage that belonged to the van, and he willed it away. This was much harder than doing it in the van had been, and watching Brian stifle obvious emotions scared the four women more than anything he could have said or done. “Your punishment just doubled again. Please don't anger me further.” “Yes sir.” she whispered, thoroughly cowed. “I'm sorry, sir.” “UN-forgiven.” he told her, then looked at the girl again. “Would you like to go upstairs and take a shower? I'm very sure that Rebecca will help you pick out some clothes to wear. She's even going to give you her prettiest underwear, even though she's never worn it. Both of you come back down here dressed in her nicest clothes. You're both little, so I'm pretty sure that the fit will be close enough.” He smiled sweetly at them and dismissed them with a wave. “Thank you, sir.” Sarah looked happy enough to cry as she followed Rebecca back up the stairs. “And that leaves me with you.' he said, looking at Mrs. Bailey. “I need someone to show my sister how to suck cock properly, and since you were unwilling to help me have my first choice assist me properly, I guess you're going to have to do it yourself, and if you don't do it properly, your punishment doubles again!” She hesitantly raised her hand, almost afraid to let him know she had a question. “You may ask me one question.” he said, granting her permission with his eyes, too. “How much is my punishment up to right now?” she asked, knowing that she was acknowledging the debt. “It started at $500, but it's been doubled three times since, so it's currently up to $4000.” he told her. “That's a lot of pussy to sell. You should stay in the van until tomorrow morning. You may sleep on the floor, not on the bed. You may make it cleaner, but not messier.” “Right after you finish sucking my cock, you can go out there.” he told her. “First, take off all your clothes, no trying to hide behind your hands, then get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. No hands for you. You will stop sucking just before I come, lean back one inch with your mouth open, and catch every drop of come I squirt at you. You will then show me the mouthful, swallow it all, and then show me your empty mouth. Do not fail, or I will become angry again, and that is what we both need to fear.” “Yes sir.” she said meekly, reaching up and taking his boxers down. He stepped out of them again and let Mrs. Bailey do her thing. It hardly took any time at all, in her willing, sucking mouth, and right on time, she leaned back the perfect amount and opened her mouth. She caught the first two squirts perfectly, but then Brian purposely lifted his cock up with his belly muscles and caused the next one to blast over her nose and cheek. He let her catch the rest in her mouth as she leaned forward to catch the tip and the lest little bit coming out. She showed him the mouthful, swallowed it with an awful face, and opened her her mouth once more to show it empty. “$8000 is more money than I can get out of the bank in one day.” she told him. “I'm not sure how much you know about finances, but that bag of money sitting there is highly illegal.” “Try sixteen thousand, bitch.” he snarled. “Talk out of turn one more time, I dare you!” Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and he laughed. “You won't be getting it from any bank, either. That's your husband's money; he earned it, not you. No, bitch, the sixteen thousand you owe me is gonna get earned by you, and the only way you can make that much money is by whoring that fine little pussy on the street. You have a week before your husband gets back. If you're devoted to it, you could maybe finish before he gets home, and he'll never know.” She raised her hand again, so he nodded permission. “May I make a phone call, sir? I can make sixteen thousand in an hour if I can call one of my husband's friends.” “How?” Brian asked. “Is it legal?” “Sir, it's not legal at all, but one of my husband's friends has directly told me on many occasions that he would pay twenty thousand to fuck me for an afternoon, and my husband would never have to know.” she told him. “Why haven't you done it?” he asked. “Twenty thousand is a lot for one afternoon.” “Sir? I'm a married woman! I love my husband with all my heart and I would never betray him!” she protested. “You have come on your face.” he told her. “Make the call. You'll be having come in your pussy, too, I expect.” He laughed at the look on her face, but let her go over to the phone. “What do you think of all this, Mindy?” he asked his sister. “I like it.” she said promptly. “I get really scared when you get mad, though. Please don't get mad at me?” “I'll try, Mindy. I'll try not to ask you to do anything that would make me mad if you fail, too.” he promised. “I have full confidence that you'll be able to suck me off perfectly, once I'm done showing you how.” “I'm pretty sure I already know what you want, Brian.” she admitted. “I don't think you do.” he chuckled. “Mindy, I really don't want to punish you, ever. Not even once, do you understand?” “Why? What's the punishment?” she asked, but then quailed when she saw the look on her brother's face. “Never mind, I'll ask Sarah when she gets out of the shower.” she said quickly, and the storm abated. She made a mental note not to ask him any questions anymore.
Title: 3 true college lesbian experiences Tags: True Story, Coercion, Female / Girl, Group Sex, Lesbian, School, Toys, Written by women Introduction: Introduction: I’ve developed an app for Android phones called Sexy Texting. It makes it easy to text erotic stories like these to spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends, whomever. You can get it at Android Marketplace. Here’s a link: https://market.android.com/search?q=Sexy+Texting&so=1&c=apps Content: RAPED BY NINE DYKES I spent 2 weeks away from college at a hospital to do case study work for my degree in nursing. I was part of a group - there were 9 other women, all 10 to 20 years older than me. I was 19 at the time. The other women all knew each other, went 2 the same postgraduate program. I was kind of a prodigy, an undergrad in an advanced studies program. Over the 2 weeks I became the group’s mascot. On our last night, we celebrated. They had plotted 2 get me drunk - and succeeded. As we moved from bar 2 bar, the touching of me, the grazing of breasts, the hands on my thighs, became commonplace. They all took turns dirty dancing with me, goading me to rub my pussy on their outstretched leg. When I could no longer stand, two of the women assisted me a cab. Each put an arm under mine. Each grabbed a breast, squeezed them as we walked. In the cab, each took a leg, draped it over theirs. I remember the cabbies eyes in the mirror as the women pulled my panties aside, exposing my sex.They shared a laugh laughed as I whimpered, Please stop, please don't do that. Despite myself, I got aroused. At the hotel, in the leaders suite, they laid me on a coffee table, stripped me naked. While they waited 4 the rest of the group they invaded my pussy with a candle. It dangled from me as the rest of the group filled the room. Someone started frigging me with the candle. Hands were all over my breasts. I remember saying “Please, please stop” when a woman straddled my face, her naked cunt stilling my voice. These dykes started taking turns eating me out, sometimes two at once. I had my first orgasm. In the rare moment when someone wasn't sitting on my face, I saw the other women round me, fondling each other as they watched the spectacle I had become. From the chatter, I learned they had wagered on how many times they cud make me cum. One said she wouldn’t stop working on me til I came 10 times. As their tongues worked on me, I remember grinding my pussy up to their faces. The woman who had bet I would cum tenfold had a tongue stud with little spikes on the ball. Her tonguing gave me at least five orgasms. Then they buried a vibrating egg in me, drank and watched as I spasmed. I guess, exhausted, I passed out. When I awoke in mid-morning, I was alone in a king-size bed. I had been bathed, powdered, perfumed. A Thank You card was on the pillow, signed by all nine of them. --- SORORITY INITIATION My roommate and I pledged a sorority. Lotsa stupid stuff (crawling in the woods in the dark, eating cat food) but I could never have imagined what happened to me on initiation night. The nite started with a call. My pledge mother was on the phone telling me to be at the the house at exactly 8 PM. Come alone. Stand at the front door. Someone will get you. Don’t bring anything but your car keys - no purse, no food, NOTHING. At 8:02, the door swung open and one of the sisters yanked me into the house. I saw my roomie sitting on the couch, blindfolded. Another pledge sat on an opposite couch, blindfolded too. A sister stood, looking stern, watching over the us to make sure that there was no talking. They took my keys, blindfolded me, led me to the couch. The house was four stories tall and I realized that whatever was going on, was going on on the third and fourth floors. I heard, very faintly, a girl yelping. One by one, me last, they led us to the top floor. Take off your blindfold, the pledge mother ordered. She led me to a bedroom. Three sisters were crowded round a computer, speaking very softly. The pledge mother said, "There are three stages to the initiation. Every girl has to do Stage 1. Then, you pick two cards to determine if you go to stage two or three. If you want us to stop, you will say Dentist. We will stop but we’ll never contact you again." A sister got a poster board with slits in it. In the slits were handmade cards. I picked two cards. The pledge mother gave them to the sisters at the computer. They began to whisper and type on the PC. Pledge mother said, “OK stage one. You know we pride ourselves on our appearance. We need to look at your body. Strip to your bra and panties, sweety." I strip to my black lace bra and black lace boyshorts. "Take off your bra," the pledge mother demanded. I let my bra fall to the floor. Nice titties, a sister said. Now show us your pussy. I was mortified but thankful that I had shaved my pussy that morning. I lay on the bed. Two sisters propped my legs up. Pledge mother rubbed my panties over my snatch. Then she said “Take off your panties and hand them to me.” I did as told. Then she sniffed them!! The four sisters took turns sniffing my panties. I couldn't believe my eyes. My pledge mother said “So far so good. Now open your legs wide." The four girls stared at my pussy. Then they pushed my legs back to look at my anus. They held my legs open, took pics of my tits, cunt and asshole! Then they uploaded the pics to the PCs. The pledge mother announced “You’re a go for Stage 2." I heard a girl scream FUCK! from another room. They threw me a robe, walked me down the hall to the bath. The Pledge mother said “The second card you picked was a masturbation card. Take off the robe, sit on the counter and masturbate with one hand until you cum." I didn't know if I was going to cry, piss, throw up or cum right on the spot. The girls sat in fold-up metal chairs like they were waiting for a play to begin! I felt like a zombie but I couldn’t back out. I sat on the counter, cold on my ass, awkwardly started rubbing my dry pussy until the pledge mother huffed, said “I’ll make you wet, bitch." She sucked on my nipple. I watched her tongue me and started to get wet. "Open your legs," a sister said. I opened them, displayed my wetness. I began to rub my clit and pinch my nipple with my left hand. A sister said “Open it up with your fingers and let us see your hole." I displayed my hole. All four of them stared, looked turned on. I put a finger in my pussy, started pumping. It felt so good. Two fingers, a sister said. I did as told, finger-fucked myself harder now. I opened my eyes. All four girls had their hands in their pants. I felt awesome! I had four girls getting off to me getting off. One girl asked, “Wanna see my pussy?” Yes, I said, rubbing my clit furiously. She stood, pulled her mini skirt up, pulled her panties down, opened her lips and displayed herself. The pledge mother started to moan. I secretly wanted to eat her even though I’d never done that before. “Finger your ass, slut,” the pledge mother said, her face bright red. Anything you want, I said. I put a finger back in my pussy, got it wet, pumped that finger in my ass. I was going to cum soon. I’m about to cum, I whispered. I gave my clit the final rub I needed, screamed FUCK as I came. Then I watched as one by one, the four girls orgasmed. “Good girl!” the pledge mother said. “You’re a sister now.” Later that night, I learned from my roomie that I got off easy. The sisters who took her to a bedroom kept her blindfold on and she had to pull a train with five fraternity guys. She said she loved it. --- MY ROOMMATE WITH THE STRAP-ON DILDO You know I’m bi but I want to tell you how I got to that place. I belonged to a sorority. Because of our sisters talk, my roomie and I knew a lot about frat guys, like who’s good in bed, the size of their dicks, etc. One night my roomie Lisa said she had details on a guy we thought was cute and nice. He wasn’t a love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy. Had a megaphallus and knew how to use it. Loved oral. His kink was a finger in your ass. Lisa said shed been fantasizing about sex with a guy with a very large cock. In bed, lights out, we shared penis size stories. I got turned on by Lisa’s stories, started to rub myself under the sheets. Lisa said, “You ever wanted to have a monster cock?” I giggled, said "Sounds hot." She noticed my voice was shaking. “Are you OK?” Getting ever more excited, I came, not caring whether Lisa heard my stirrings. Satiated, I fell asleep. Later, a noise wakened me. Lisa was next to my bed. She reached for my breast. Confident as she always, she found my erect nipple, rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. I moaned, reached to feel Lisa's breast. My stomach was full of butterflies. My trembling hand grasped her large breast. Lisa knew I was ready. She moved to kiss me. A jolt of excitement shot to my pussy. Lisa pulled my nightie over my breasts, took a nipple into her mouth. I had to cum now. I rubbed my clit. She pushed my hand aside, slid two fingers into my pussy while rubbing my clit with her thumb. Fucckkkk. My voice was shaky from my orgasm. Then Lisa revealed a strap-on dildo, put it on, lay on me, ground her pubic bone on my clit. “Ever been with a girl before?,” she asked. “You’re the first,” I said. She pushed into me roughly. Gentle became a thing of the past. She fucked me hard, like a man who had taken many women without their consent. Something about fucking, vs. being fucked changed her. As she worked the monster cock deeper, she started calling me names. Whore. Cocksucker. Stuff like that. Involuntarily, I started humping back. Never, ever did that with a guy. This went on for about 10 minutes, grunting, cursing, sweating, her female side gone from the room. Then something weird happened. Her whole body actually vibrated. She squirted hot liquid onto me. She collapsed on me as I had my own orgasm. The best I’d ever had. Lisa the girl returned, rolled off, kiss me softly. “I’ve wanted to do that all semester,” she said. “You can do that til the last final,” I said. Lisa got pregnant that summer, didn’t return to school. But I didn’t waste time. I bought a strap-on and seduced my new roomie in two weeks.
Title: 3 true dark secret stories Tags: True Story, Cheating, Cuckold, Humiliation, Male/Female, Masturbation, Mind Control, Voyeurism, Wife Introduction: I’ve developed an app for Android phones called Sexy Texting. It makes it easy to text pre-written erotic stories to spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends, whomever. Or you colud use the text to flesh out personals here, telling prospects what you'd like to do to them, what you'd like them to do to you.You can get the app at Android Marketplace. Content: SET UP MY WIFE AND MY FRIEND You have been pressing me to tell you about my ex-wife, what happened, what caused her to leave me. It’s a subject I don't like to dwell on because it was totally my fault. But here goes... I belonged to a rugby team. It was our custom, to play hard then party hard. Our wives or girlfriends would join us at the tavern. My wife made sure she made the scene, drank and danced late into the night. It all started going downhill the night my wife complained that she was chilly and my teammate, Tom, rushed to throw his jacket over her shoulders, blatantly brushing her breasts as he did so. It all added up - the time she spent near Tom at these gatherings, how she laughed at his jokes, how he made sure he got one slow dance with her every time we met. I decided to test her fidelity. The first thing I did was stop making love. Since our wedding day we had established a comfortable routine, making sweet, gentle, passionate love 3 times a week. I began to make excuses, work pressure etc. I kept this up for two months. Unless she was jilling herself in private, she had not had an orgasm all that time. It was now high summer, a precious time for us in the north. My wife loved to sunbathe. Made my move on a Saturday when my wife, in the tiniest of bikinis, went to the back porch, book and glass of wine in hand, to work on her tan. I told her I had to run some errands. Then I called Tom. Tom had been bugging me to borrow my router. I kept forgetting to bring it to our weekly matches. I told him to come over and get it, where it was in the garage in case I wasn't home. Then I got the video cam out. Tom arrived 20 minutes later, hollered out to me from the garage. I kept silent but my wife heard him. Come on out back, she said. Watching from the kitchen window, I could see them chatting. They couldn't see me. When I saw Tom pick up her wine glass, I hustled out of the kitchen. He refilled her glass, helped himself to a hefty glass of my bourbon. When I got back to the window, they were chatting again. I wished I could hear what they were saying but could only guess. Tom picked up his chair, moved it closer to my wife's chaise lounge. She was on her back, her tits spilling out the sides of her micro top. Clearly, they thought they were alone. I don't know who suggested it, but Tom picked up the baby oil. Starting at her shoulders he rubbed the oil into her skin down to her toes. Then she rolled over. He massaged the oil into her back, taking his sweet time. Her butt cheeks were almost fully exposed, her crack covered by a mere string. He poured oil on them, kneaded it in. I turned the camera on. Watched as a finger ‘accidently’ slipped under the string, must have touched her anus. She didn't flinch. Thought I saw her sigh. Tom resumed oiling her butt, moving ever closer to her crotch. She parted her legs, giving him room to oil the inside of her thighs. He did this in a way that his pinky finger had to be rubbing the fabric over her slit, didn't move his hand farther down her legs. She raised her hips, an obvious invitation. Tom untied the knot of her bikini bottom, the tiny patch dropping away, exposing her pussy. Her bald as a baby pussy. Jesus! She had shaved herself! My wife undid the string of her top. Tom rolled her over. They mashed their mouths together as my wife tossed her top to the floor. Kissing still, he mauled her breasts before returning to her cunt. He jammed for fingers in her pussy, something I'd never dared to do. Worse, they were lengthwise, stretching her to a degree I couldn't imagine. Worse yet, her motions betrayed her mounting excitement. Suddenly they stood, embraced and started walking into the house. I beat a retreat from the kitchen. Now I had sound but no visuals. They were in the kitchen when I heard her say, Fuck me right here. Heard them collapse to the floor, heard her moan as he entered her, heard the skin-to-skin slaps, the rhythm of his thrusts much faster than my own. I found myself wondering how big his dick was. She screamed in orgasm, a sound I'd never heard. He grunted like an animal, came. Then silence before she said O Tom, Ive been thinking about this for months. Me to, he said, but I'd better leave. I’ll call. Heard him dress, heard them kiss goodby, heard the garage door close. As my wife walked to the bath, I caught a glimpse of her naked buttocks. I went to the den, popped the tape into the VCR. So stupified by what I'd witnessed, for the first time I realized I had a raging hard-on. Yes, I wanked to the tape right there. Then I left the house, announced my return in my best Honey, I'm home voice. Hi honey, she called out. I’ll be down in a minute. She came down in a short robe, was cheerier than I'd seen her in months, bubbly almost. She couldn't stop talking. Me, my blood was doing a slow boil. What happened was, rage overtook me. Without thinking things through, I said I have something you have to see. I walked her to the den. The TV was on, showing Tom fingering her, a blissful look on her face. I’m so sorry, she said, looking at the floor. She left the room, she left the house without taking a single object that she owned. She moved in with Tom that night, is with him to this day. I quit the rugby team, joined another. The only time I see her is when we're matched against my old team. She cheers loudly whenever Tom knocks me to the ground. --- MY WIFE HAS A THING FOR VIRGIN TEEN BOYS We’re a happily married middle-aged couple with a secret that would ruin us if anyone found out. My wife likes to take the virginity of teenage boys and I like to watch her do it. We luv to watch amateur Internet porn. I’ll surf the net, build a collection around a theme, burn a desk, take my laptop and my wife to bed. Doing this, Ive learned so much about what turns my wife on. Some months ago, I built a disk of amateur Russian milfs seducing teenage boys. to put it mildly, my wife went nuts over the CD. She made me play it over and over as we mutually masturbated each other. Two weeks into watching these milfs with their young lovers, in the afterglow of a session, my wife said Honey, we’ve got to make this real. I’ve got to have a kids virgin cock in me, give him his first fuck. I quickly agreed with onecondition. I had to be there to watch. I figured if she wanted strange cock, better it be with boys than men who might turn out to be richer, more powerful or better endowed than me. We hatched a plan. I put an ad on craigslist seeking a lawn boy. The boy had to have college aspirations, made it sound altruistic, that we wanted to help him reach his goal. Had 30 inquiries in to days. We had it all scripted. When the first boy arrived for his interview, my wife was in the bath. She came downstairs in only a robe as I was interviewing the kid. She acted surprised that we had company. Playing hostess, she asked if the boy wanted a Coke, if I wanted a bourbon, got the drinks. When she gave the Coke to the boy, she bent, making sure he got a glimpse of her breasts down to the nips. She sat across from him, legs slightly parted. My cell rang. I announced I had to leave for about 30 minutes. In actuality, I never went further than the window at the side of our house, proceeded to watch. As my wife pretended to do the interview, her robe slipped off her legs for a second, enough that he got to see her bush. She refreshed his drink, sat next to him and like the Russian milfs, took control. She put her hands on his face, French kissed him. before he could react, she slid his hand under her robe, onto her breasts. He was hooked. They started making out passionately as she undressed him. She got between his legs, took his penis into her mouth. I decided to make my reappearance. I figured there wasn't a male in the world who’d voluntarily stop this. Don't stop because of me, I laughed. I bluntly asked if he’d ever gone all the way. A look of shock and awe. He shook his head No. Later my wife told me his fumbling ways confirmed the truth and the fumbling turned her on, terribly so. My wife resumed her sucking. He quickly came. Exploded is more like it. My wife sat next to him, put a hand on his slick, softening cock. I said, “Kid, wanna find out how to please a woman?” He nodded Yes. Fully clothed, I sat next to my wife, put a finger into her pussy, said Kid, give me your hand. He hesitated. Took his hand, put it over her pussy, took a finger and pushed it inside her. Found her g-spot. I put my finger behind his, taught him to crook his finger on the spongy tissue. together, we brought her to climax. Then I demanded he fuck her. Get her off and then you fuck her, she gets off again, I said. I could see he was hard again. His response time: 30 minutes. My response time: one day. She lay on the couch. He fucked her, humping, buckling like a yearling in the pasture. He came inside her within a minute. As he lay on top of her, I pronounced the house rules. He could fuck my wife whenever he wanted but he’d have to book a time through me. He finally spoke. No prob, he said as he pulled on his clothes, departed. As soon as he was out the door, I plunged my face between my wife’s legs, scooped all the cum I could get into my mouth. That is my dark secret - a forever fantasy to taste cum inside my wife’s sweet pussy. For a month, we ‘interviewed.’ She could tell if the kid had experience. If she determined he wasn't virgin she’d give a handjob and send the little man on his way. But of the 30, 23 were virgins. --- HOW I BECAME A REGISTERED SEX OFFENDER The story I want to text to you happened when I was a senior in high school. I participated in a gang rape. The whole thing got filmed and put on the net. We all got busted. I'm now a registered sex offender. It was a Friday night. A cheerleader, Julie, threw a classic parents-out-of-town party at her house in the country. All the guys on the football team went. So did about 80% of the senior class. When me and my gf, Susan, showed up, the place was already packed. My teammates had beers in their hands, looking wasted. Julie had wrangled a keg with her fake ID. She was charging $2 a cup. I didn't pay anything, saw that Julie was too gone to track her finances. She was kneeling on her couch, laughing hysterically while my buddy Eddie held her steady, copping a feel in the process. The place was wild. People were running up and down the stairs, screaming, yelling, spraying each other with beer, making out against the walls. A bunch of kids were out back smoking dope. Susan and I began chugging, socializing r way through the house. We split, her with her cross-country friends, me with my football buds. After the beer ran out, someone broke into the liquor cabinet. Kids with curfews starting leaving. By 1 am there were only 20 kids left. My girlfriend was nowhere to be found. When I said I had to pee, Mike said he did too. We hurried upstairs, found Susan hugging the toilet. We left her alone, pissed out Julies bedroom window. I noticed her PC was on, thought nothing of it at the time. When we rejoined r buds, we told them about pissing out the window, got a good laugh. Suddenly, the for other guys wanted to pee out the window, 2. All 6 of us went to Julies room. Susan was passedd out on the bed. We shook her, called her name. She didn't move. The guys traded evil grins. ' Eddie said, "We could have some fun here." But the four guys needed to pee, took turns at the window. When they finished they didn't put their cocks away. Eddie took his cock and bitch slapped Susan’s face. I should have protected Susan but I didn't. Susan and I had not gone all the way. I had only seen her tits in the darkness of my car. I’d felt her pussy but had never seen it. I felt myself getting hard. I took my cock out, too. By this time, Eddie (who was Julies boyfriend) was unbuttoning Susan’s blouse. Mike pulled her jeans and panties off. Eddie sat her up, undid her bra. She lay there totally naked. We all stripped in a frenzy. Trevor mounted her first, said Goddam, shes dry. I’m ashamed to say I was the one who fetched the baby oil from the bath, handed the bottle to Trevor. He poured it on her pussy. Trevor tried again, got his cock a little in, said Goddam, she’s cherry. Then he plunged in, broke her hymen. Susan grunted, her eyes opened wide but she was in no condition to fight the fucking. We cheered Trevor on each thrust. He didn't last long. When he announced he was about to cum, I said, don't cum in her, man. We can't get her pregnant. At least I spared her that. He came on her face. From there it was a blur. No one admitted it, but I think for most of us it was our first fuck. No one lasted more than a couple of minutes. I went last. She reeked of the cum covering her belly, tits, neck, face. Susan had passed out again, so she didn't see what I did to her. Or so I thought. We ran from the room, left her there, dead to the world, virginal blood smeared on her legs. Julie found her later. Julie also saw the video that her webcam had recorded. It caught all, down to the expressions on our faces as we came, our voices as we tried to out-macho the others while fucking a pased-out girl. Julie was enraged, at her boyfriend for cheating on her, at Susan for allowing the boys to pull a train. So she posted the vid on YouTube. The vid went viral before YouTube could remove it. You can find it on the net to this day. YouTube recognized the gang rape for what it was, traced the IP address, called the cops. The cops took the vid to the school. All six of us were quickly identified, arrested after the cops showed us the vid. The only saving grace in the whole awful affair was that because of the camera angle, you could see all of Susan’s cum spattered body, the blood on her legs, but you couldn't see her face. Word quickly leaked though. Susan and her family had to leave town, move thousands of miles away. Myself and the others got six months in juvie, and the sex offender label that will stay with us life.
Title: 3 viagra pills Tags: Sex Joke Content: A guy goes to his doctor and says, "Doc, I have a problem." "My girlfriend is sleeping over this Friday, my ex-wife is sleeping over this Saturday and my wife is coming home Sunday." "I need 3 Viagra pills to satisfy them all." The doctor says, "You know 3 Viagra pills 3 nights in a row is pretty dangerous for any man. I will give them to you on the condition that you return to my office on Monday so that I can check you out." The man says, "You have a deal Doc." Monday morning the man returns with his arm in a sling. The doctor asks, "What happened"? The man answered, "Nobody showed up!"
Title: 4- My High School Sweetheart’s Little Sister- pt. 4 (sneaking back in) Tags: Fiction, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Virginity, Young Introduction: This is the fourth chapter of this story from my late teens, when my girlfriend's little sister just made it through puberty, only to lose her innocence to my uncontrollable lust for her. In this chapter, I sneak back into Cindy's bedroom after a hot game of Truth Or Dare. Content: --- Part 4: ■ SNEAKING BACK IN ■ --- I drove from her house and parked a couple of blocks away on a side street where my car wouldn’t be recognized. I sat in the car, heart racing, for about 20-minutes. I knew what I was planning was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. I walked back to the house, snuck around to the back, and over to the side door on the lower level. If it was locked, Cindy didn’t want me sneaking into her room. I would be safe from my own destructive sexual urges, which I found uncontrollable at the moment. It was unlocked I carefully twisted the handle and let myself in. The room was dark, so I stood there until my eyes adjusted. I listened carefully for any movement in the house... silence. I could see light under Cindy’s bedroom door in the hallway on the other side of the room. I crept across the room, making sure I didn’t knock anything over. I reached her bedroom and carefully opened the door. Cindy was standing in front of her closet like she was looking for something to wear. She was wearing her thin white nightshirt, and turned around when I locked the door behind me. She held one finger up to her lips ‘be quiet’, and pointed to the ceiling. Her parents room was directly above. I recall she said she could sometimes hear them talking through the heat vent, so I really had to be quiet. The light from her side table was enough to penetrate her nightshirt; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hip bones poking out against the thin material, and the faint outline of her small bush. I walked over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light. I knelt down in front of her. Sliding my hands up under her nightshirt I felt the smooth skin of her calves, the back of her knees, then upwards to her thighs. I heard a small gasp from her as my hands continued upwards, until I felt the soft curve of her tight little butt. I held both cheeks in my hands and stood up, lifting her nightshirt above her waist. “You feel good...” I whispered as I ran my hands up from her ass, up her back... lifting her nightshirt higher as I went. I moved back a little so I could see her below the nightshirt. My eyes went down to her flat tummy, and her sparse, fair-haired bush, then back up to her beautiful, innocent face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, lips trembling. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, gently sliding my tongue inside her open mouth, which startled her at first... but she kissed me back, wrapping her tongue around mine. I moved my hands back down to her ass and pulled her against my hardening dick, but at her height it only pressed against her belly, just above her mound. I whispered in her ear, “I want to see you naked”. I pulled back and lifted her nightshirt again, this time up above her breasts, and lifting her arms, up over her head. I threw it on her bed and stepped back to admire her naked body. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I stopped her and pulled her hands back down to her sides. “My God... you are beautiful” I whispered, and kissed her again. She returned the kiss more passionately this time, sliding her tongue far into my mouth. She wasn’t very experienced at kissing, but she more than made up for it in her enthusiasm. I absolutely loved the feeling of her mouth, her tongue, her kisses. I pulled her over in front of the light so I could admire her, fully exposed, head to toe. She was a vision... wavy platinum blonde hair falling around her sun-kissed face, crystal blue eyes, full lips, and a button nose with freckles. Her tan arms and shoulders were thin, but toned like her legs and flat tummy. Her tan line circled her young breasts... not yet mature, not yet fallen into place; perched high in her chest, with light pink nipples that almost protruded out more than her breasts. Her puffy areolas were perfectly smooth, and poked out from her small boobs like a second pair of breasts... her nipples erect. I reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands and easily picked her up so her face was level with mine, and passionately kissed her. Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, grinding her little mound right above the bulge in my pants. We spun around and I laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching back to her ankles I pulled her legs open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded down in my underwear, straining at the material. She watched intently as I reached down and straightened it out. The tip poked out the waistband, dripping wet. I pushed forward between her open legs and pressed the base of my cock against her, with only my underwear between my shaft and her little pussy. The head was sticking out the top of my waistband and leaking enough pre-cum that the sticky fluid made a puddle on her tummy. I started squeezing her breasts and dry-humping her, and leaned over and kissed her. Any inhibitions she may have had before disappeared as she kissed me back, alternately sucking on my tongue, and deeply fucking my mouth with her tongue... she wrapped her legs tighter around me, pulling me harder against her. I moved down and sucked on her soft nipples. They reacted to my touch, her puffy areolas swelling even more and her nipples growing and becoming harder in my mouth. I continued squeezing her breasts and moved further down on her, briefly tasting my own lube on her tummy, then trying to slide my tongue down to taste her pussy. The bed was too low though, and I was only able to comfortably reach the top, barely below her bush. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, lifted her up off the bed, and stuffed a pillow under her ass. Setting her back down, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed her legs upwards and apart, until her pussy and little pink butthole were facing the ceiling. I looked up at her face to make sure she was okay with what I was doing, and she was looking at me with a small smile and an intense look of desire in her eyes. This was my every fantasy; I had masturbated a hundred times envisioning this... I was reeling from the lust that had taken over. I thrust my face between her legs and sucked greedily on her little pussy. I tried to slide my tongue into her, but she was so tight I could only get the tip of my tongue inside. I pulled my head back and moved my hands from her legs, down to each side of her tiny box, spreading her as wide as I could. The light from her side table clearly illuminated her tiny opening, which was no bigger than my pinky finger. I slid my tongue gently into her opening again, but it was just too small to get very deep past the opening. I moved up and licked and sucked on her little button, and her body quivered when I hit the spot. I slid my tongue down her pussy and over her ass, then back again. She shuddered when I hit her clit, and gasped when my tongue hit her ass. I had an uncontrollable need to slide my tongue inside her. Grabbing her behind her knees again, I pushed her legs further back, rotating her hips so her little butthole was more exposed. My tongue circled her ass, then licked softly at the tight opening. She gasped, and I waited for her to ask me to stop, but her expression showed she was enjoying it. I had never done this before... I never really wanted to; but Cindy was different. Every part of her seemed perfect and erotic to me. I continued to lick her ass with the wide part of my tongue until I could feel her relax; her little asshole opening up. My tongue could feel the softer, smooth inner part of her anus expand, allowing me to slide the tip of my tongue inside... just the tip. Another gasp. I could feel her ass tighten at first, then open up for my probing tongue. I was in heaven. I moved back to her clit, licking and sucking her button. Cindy grabbed my head and pulled it harder against her, and began humping my mouth. I rocked her legs back and forth, drenching my face in her juices, her feet bouncing in the air... Suddenly we both realized her bed was squeaking, and froze. We were both so lost in the passion of the moment we forgot where we were. Cindy stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, and we strained to hear any movement from upstairs. We waited... nothing. I slowly released my grip on her legs, and guided them down to the floor, and helped her stand. I whispered in her ear, “We really have to be quiet!” She nodded in agreement, her eyes wide in fear of her father busting in on us. I knelt down to the floor, pulling her down onto her knees with me. “Stay like that” I whispered, then walked around behind her and laid down on my back, my head under her sweet little ass. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her down so she squatted onto my face. I started licking her little pussy again... her juices ran out of her all over my face and into my eager mouth. I sucked in every sweet drop from her. She started rocking back and forth on my face, alternately grinding her clit against my tongue and my nose. I ran my hands up her ribs, and started pawing at her breasts; squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Looking up past her flat tummy and my greedy hands on her breasts, her eyes locked on mine... she nodded impatiently- she was close to cumming on my mouth. The pressure from her weight increased on my mouth, and her pace increased... she ground her tender pussy against my face and eager tongue. She grabbed my hair, threw her head back, and bucked hard on me... humping my mouth. I shoved my tongue as far into her tight little pussy as it would go. She held it there, and pulled my face hard against her until I thought I might suffocate, but I continued tongue-fucking her little opening as she rode through the waves of her climax. ...her shuddering finally subsided, and she raised herself up from my mouth, suddenly tender from the strong climax. I gently lifted her by her waist and set her down on my chest. The warmth of her wet swollen pussy on my chest was comforting. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, as was the area above her breasts. Regardless of how strong she climaxed from that, I know I enjoyed it even more. We lay there like that in silence for a bit, then she reached around and started stroking my cock. She whispered, “I still haven’t seen you cum”, then brought her hand back around and showed me her open palm. It was dripping wet, glistening from the pre-cum that had been leaking from my cock this whole time. She giggled quietly, then licked her hand. My cock jumped at seeing this. She was so fucking sexy... hard to imagine how erotic she could be at her age and lack of experience. “I want to see you cum”, she whispered, and started rubbing my cock again. I lifted her up, and slid upwards under her legs until she was right over my cock, slid my underwear down below my balls, and sat her back down on the base of my shaft. The heat from her pussy felt amazing. Grabbing her hips, I slid her petite body up the length of my cock, then back down again. There was enough lube leaking from her to make things very slippery. The view of her little body riding on my cock was unbelievable... it looked like I was fucking her. It felt like I was fucking her. This won't take long I slid her up and down, her little swollen lips wrapping around my cock... her ass hitting my balls at the base, and her clit hitting the head at the top. I felt the surge building from deep inside my groin, and my lust took over. I started pulling her harder against me, sliding her wet box faster up and down, using her little body like an oversized FleshLight. She was trying to stabilize her flailing body by grabbing my arms, her hair tossing back and forth with each thrust, her knees and thin legs sliding on the carpet. It felt like the entire universe centered on my cock, and it was about to burst. I squeezed her more tightly, and violently thrust her little body against my cock, again and again, grinding into her until my head bounced off the carpet as I exploded in a shattering orgasm... my cock pumping ropes of cum onto my stomach, my shirt, my face, and hair... I lay there breathless, panting, heart racing, and slowly came back to reality. I released my grip on her, and realized I was so rough I may have hurt her... given her rug burns on her knees, or bruised her by grabbing her hips so tightly. “I’m sorry... did I hurt you?”, is all I could say. She leaned over and whispered, “Don’t be sorry... that was amazing.” She reached down, ran a finger through the puddles on my stomach, and looked at me with a smirk, “Did we enjoy ourselves?” She saw the cum in my hair and giggled again, “Wow- I didn’t think there would be so much!” She grabbed her nightshirt off the bed and cleaned off the mess I had made. “That was amazing”, she repeated, and laid down and wrapped herself around me. In a short while she was fast asleep. It wasn’t too long before I was drifting off as well, until the dangerous reality of the situation hit me, and brought me to full alert. I lifted Cindy into her bed, kissed her goodnight, and snuck out the side door. I walked the couple of blocks to my car in a bit of a euphoric daze. This was the most erotic sex I had ever had in my life, and we didn’t even make love. I knew this was a dangerous, self-destructive path, but I had to figure out a way to see her again. I had to see her. Without anyone knowing.... Dammit.
Title: 40th Birthday Tags: Fantasm, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing Introduction: Suck dick, or get my butthole torn apart Content: My 40th Birthday is something I will never forget. It fell on a Saturday so I had the whole weekend for celebration. However, it didn't turn out that way. I ended up getting my throat and mouth fucked by some dicks the whole time. Let me explain. I'm just your average white guy, nothing special. average height, average weight, average looks, not a gangster, but not a nerd eather. I'm married with children and I work and live in Fort Collins Colorado, doing the everday stuff that people do. I fish and camp in the summer and snowboard in the winter. My 40th birthday was this last January and I wanted that Birthday to be the one to remember. My best friend is working at one of the resorts up in the high country, so I decided to go stay with him and Board my ass off. Since my Birthday fell on a Saturday, I took Friday and the following Monday off from work as to have the whole weekend to play. I arrived that Friday afternoon and once settled in, we began our celebration. My cousin and his girlfriend and I were at a bar having a great time. Towards the later hours, somewhere around 10pm, most of the people in the club were pretty buzzed including us. My Cuz's girl went to the bathroom and on her way back, she was harrassed by a couple of guys. Of coarse my Cuz jumped right in and of course, I was right behind him backing him up. A big argument broke out and a fight was about to begin, when security showed up. Everybody just walked away like nothing happened and we grabbed our coats and left. Like a dumb-ass, I headed to the restroom just outside of the club and when I came out, I got arrested for disorderly conduct. The two guys and my Cousin and his girl had made it away in time to avoid going to jail. My luck was different. My birthday, and I get busted for something stupid like that. I explained what happened and ask if I could just go back to where I was staying and of course they said no. Once we arrived at the jail, they started to book me in and asked if i could pay bail in the morning when i was sober. I didn't have $500.00, so they schedule me to see the judge on Tuesday. (Monday was some holiday like "Presidents day" or something) Well, as you can amangin, I was realy pissed. The rest of Friday night, all day Saturday (my birthday), Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday before I had a chance to get out. I was not in a good mood. Up until this point in my life, I had managed to never go to jail. So this was new to me, but I was thinking the mountain jail was probably a whole lot better than a city jail would be. After all the paper work, they took me into a room and made me strip naked and checked my whole body for contraband. Afterwards, they gave me jail clothes and kept all mine, including underwear and socks. The jail clothes where a pair of pants and a shirt, both black and white stripped like the hamburgler from McDonalds, and canvas shoes. I always thought jail gave you an orange jumpsuit. I guess that is TV hype. They also gave me a wool blanket, a plastic spoon, and a toothbrush, and told me to follow the officer to the jail cell. I followed him down to this door that you could see through the whole thing. Behind it was a dayroom with metal benches and a TV on the wall. Behind the benches were 10, closed and locked solid doors that you could not see inside the room unless you walked up to the little slit for a window that was on doors. To the left was stairs that led to a second floor where there was10 more of the same doors, also all closed and locked. The main door opened and when I walked in, the Jailer yelled, "open 16" and a door in the middle on the second floor opened. He told me to go to that cell. When I walked into the cell, directly in front of me was a bunk bed attacted to the wall and a toilit and sink right to my left and that was it. There was a guy on the top bunk lying with his back towards me. He had no shirt on, just his pants, and even in the dim light, you could see his tattoo's. He was sleeved on his entire back and what i could see of his arms. Not junky tattoo's eather. These ones cost some money. They were done realy nice. His muscle tone was defined and the back of his hair was trimmed tight so he obviously took care of himself. The jailer closed the door behind me and left. I turned my attention away from my new cell mate and watched the jailer walk all the way out of the dayroom where they locked that door. I was wondering why they left us alone, but then i noticed that the gaurds were behind a glass room in the middle of the coridoor with a view of all holding cells. As I looked out that little window, I relized that they couldn't see anything that goes on in the cells, or at least, the cell i was in. It made me feel a little scared knowing that if a fight broke out because of an argument, they wouldn't see it. Right then, i heard the noise of my cell mate moving on the 2 inch mattress. When i turned around, he was sitting up stairing at me with no expression. He was a very clean cut man. Latino and maybe somewhere around late twenties to early thirties. His chest and (like i thought) his arms, were compleatly tattooed with nice art work. It was also at that point that i saw just how defined he realy was. Eather he worked in constrution, or he worked out at a gym or both. I said, "Hows it going"? Dumb question i'm sure. He just staired at me with no response. It made me feel uneasy so i tried again to break the ice. I said, "you got some nice art work". Again he kept silent. I walked over to the bottom bunk and sat down and decided to try one more time for friendly conversation. I said, "your pretty buff. Do you work out"? No words came from his mouth. He just jumped off the bunk and walked over to the little window and looked out real quick. Then he walked up and stood right in front of me as i continued to sit on the bottom bunk. Then to my surprise, he dropped his pants reveiling his cock. It was circumsized and quiet large for a dick that was only half hard. His dick was also fairly thick as well sitting ontop of perfectly round and tight balls, and the fact that he kept his pubic hair cut realy low, it enhanced his large member all the more. I hadn't had a chance to say or do anything about his dick being in my face before he started to lift one leg to take off one pant sleeve, then he said in a very athoritive voice, "DON'T ever talk to me again!!!". Then as he took his other foot out of the other pant sleeve, he said in the same manner, "from now on, you suck my dick when i tell you to. YOU GOT THAT????"? By the end of that statement, he had his pants off as was compleatly naked in front of me with his dick about two inch's from my face. Then he grabbed a handful my my hair and jerked my head back realy hard and said, "and you BETTER swallow!!". I jumped to my feet right away and pushed him back. But before I could do anything else, he punched me in the stomuch and knocked the wind out of me. Then he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me face first against the wall and bend my arm up behind me as to almost break it. I still was trying to catch my breath when he said in my ear, "have it your way bitch! I'm going to rip you a new asshole". I couldn't say anything as he pulled my pants down and put his dick against my ass. I thought for sure i was going to get raped by that big dick. I knew it was going to hurt and mess me up big time. But before he did anything, I manage to catch my breath enough to say, "PLEASE! I'll suck your dick. Don't fuck me in the butt". He punched me in the side and said, "I told you never to speak to me". Then he put the head of his dick against my butthole and started to push. In pain and in little breath, I said again, "I"M BEGGING YOU! Please don't! Let me suck your dick! I want to suck your dick! I'll suck your dick all night long! I'll suck your dick all weekend! I'll suck your dick and swallow as much as you want me too! JUST PLEASE! Don't fuck my butthole, please!". I was so scared I was going to be raped, but instead of ripping my asshole apart, he again punched me in the side knocking the breath out of me some more. Then he pushed me over to my bunk where I sat up right away. He was already in my face with his cock and tight balls. I was so glad i wasn't being raped that i quickly took one hand and gently took ahold of his nuts as i took my other hand and took ahold of his cock and brought it to my mouth. At that point, he grabbed some hair on my head again and jerked back and said to me, "I better like it punk or your bending over!". At this point and time, and in the situation i was in, i wanted to suck his dick. I just kept thinking about how my wife gives me head because i was going to make sure he enjoyed it as to keep his mind off of my ass. I figured it was better to suck his dick then to get my asshole torn apart. I even told myself to try to not think about it and make him think i was enjoying it. But i knew that was going to be difficult since i wasn't gay. I started kissing and licking his dick and his balls as i used my hands to caress different parts of his genitial's. His dick got realy hard and increased in size by half. Thise guy was hung pretty good. It made my mouth sore just fitting it inside. I was glad it was my mouth and not my asshole that thing was in. He began holding my head and slightly working with me in rythim as i started rubbing his butt-cheaks while i sucked his cock. After awhile, he told me to lay down and he got on top of my chest and began taking turns sticking his cock and balls in my mouth. this guy was horny. I knew i was going to be pleasuring his cock for a long while, so i just kept focused on keeping him happy by sucking his dick the best i could. I sucked, licked, kissed, and carressed his cock and balls. He must have liked it because he told me that i was going to do that to him the entire time i was in there. which was fine by me just as long as he stayed away from my booty. I have no idea how long that went on for since i spent most of that night sucking and licking him, but when he got ready, he grabbed my head and pulled it towards him holding it in place as he fuck my mouth deep and hard until he shot squirt after squirt of hot cum down my throat. He squirted a whole bunch of cum in my mouth. I didn't think he was going to stop, but I managed to swallowe every drop like he told me too. Then he had me keep going for almost the whole night, sucking and drinking his cum. but the up side to this was that the cum didn't taste bad. and even though i'm not gay, i thought the cum actually tasted pretty good. so that made it easier to suck his dick. (now i know why my wife likes to swallow so much.) when i finished, i had only slept maybe 3 hours before breakfast was served. afterwards, i was so tired but when he came back into the room, he dropped his pants again and i sucked his dick some more. Finaly, after alot of sucking and swallowing, he went out and let me get some sleep. When i woke up, it was almost dinner time. i had slept through lunch so i was hungry. I went out into the dayroom and kicked back at the benches and waited to eat. My cell-mate was at another table playing dominoes with a couple of guys when i noticed he pointed at me while talking with them. They looked over at me and then back to him and shook his hand. I didn't know what was going on, but i suspected he told them about me. after dinner, he walked up and sat next to me and whispered in my ear. he said, "time to suck some dick bitch!" He went up to our cell with one of the guys he was hanging with. I looked over at the other guy still sitting at the table and he blew me a kiss. I knew right then that i was going to sucked the other two guys dicks as well. I didn't want to go up to the cell, but i was even more afraid of what might happen to me later if i didn't. so i went back to my cell where the two of them were waiting. My cell-mate said, "My homeboy bought me a candy bar, so now you owe him a blow job". I sat down on the toilit and the guy walked up and stood in front of me. i pulled his pants down and his dick sprung up in my face. It was a good size cock, uncircumsized and veiny and hard as a rock. Even though at this point i was feeling humiliated because my cell-mate was selling my mouth for a candy bar. i took ahold of his dick and started licking the pre-cum off the head. I milked it and licked it and began licking the shaft when he grabbed my head and put his dick in my mouth and began to fuck my face. it didn't take this guy long to cum. he basicly held my head and pumped fast for about 4 or 5 minutes and unloaded his cum down my throat. i milked all the cum i could get out of his dick and licked it up. as soon as he left my cell, i went out and looked down at the other guy and opened my mouth real quick to let him know i was ready to suck his dick. he came up and I asked him how he wanted me to suck him off. he took his clothes off and layed on the bed and told me to lay between his legs and stick my face in his balls. I licked and sucked his balls for a good long time before i started on his shaft and mushroom head ultimently sucking and stroking his cock for a half hour. after i was done swallowing a shit load of his cum, it was back to my cell mate who made me suck he dick all night long again. by this time, i was use to sucking dick. it didn't bother me as much as it did in the beginning. i even enjoyed it a little bit. just enough to keep him happy and off my ass. Sunday came, and i sucked all three dicks off and on all day. same for Monday and most of Tuesday until i went to court. the judge let me go with a fine, but it took about 5 hours to get let go and guess what i had to do until that time? you guess it, suck dick. so what did i do for my 40th birthday weekend? sucked dicks and ate alot of cum for most of the four days i was there. pretty shitty birthday, (not for the three of them) but at least my butthole is still a virgin.
Title: 41 A BIT PRIVATE 42 CALL 'N PLAY BALL Tags: True Story, Authoritarian, Boy, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Masturbation, Young Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach: be my dad; he Content: [b]41 A BIT PRIVATE “Hey little man! I expected that you would come.” “Yeah, Sean. My mom caught me choking my chicken!” “Ho! Slow down. Let’s sit down, Jeff…. So your mom walked in on you masturbating.” Laughing, “No, she’s not like you. She heard me cumming.” “Oh, I did too—all the way from here.” “Funny.” “So your second orgasm.” Horrified, “What did you say!” After some deadly silence, “You saw us on the beach!” “Yes, I wasn’t sure. Now I am.” Angrily, “You tricked me!” Sean reaches to hug Jeff, “Don’t touch me!” “Jeff. I wouldn’t have tricked you if I didn’t think it imperative that you talk to someone about this.” Sobbing, “It’s private! It’s none of your business!” “Jeff, if you did it privately, I would agree it’s none of my business. I’m also happy for you.” After a long silence, “Sean, do the others know?” “No one reacted. Probably not.” Breathing a sigh of relief, “Please don’t tell.” “I wouldn’t tell, unless you give me a reason to, such as refusing to talk about it.” “You’ve got me cornered. I don’t like that!” “Yes I do, Jeff. I don’t like it either.” “We didn’t plan anything.” “I didn’t think so.” “When I took Maria’s bra off, Big Jeff went wild?” “Big Jeff?” Laughing, “That’s Maria’s name for my penis.” “I like that!” “Me too! Do I need to go into more details?” “No. That was your first orgasm, right?” “Yes!!!” “I wish I had a first like that.” “You do? How was your first time, Sean?” “Let’s save that for another day. As jealous as I am of you, there’s a big problem.” “Yeah, we were in public.” “Some people are even offended by romantic kissing in public.” “That’s their problem.” “I disagree with you, Jeff. Do you kiss romantically at school?” “I wish!” “So you know you could get into trouble.” “Yes, Sean.” “That’s all I wanted to hear. Now if I were you I’d be thinking of places at school where there’s privacy.” “Yeah! Do you know of any?” “Sorry. Now if you got caught kissing in a private place, I don’t think there would be a problem. But if you were doing more…I don’t think I have to explain.” “Sean, I hear you and understand. But it’s not fair. We don’t have a place to go!” “Yeah, most adults are more worried about you doing too much, rather than providing a place for kissing.” “I think I’ll propose that a kissing room be provided during recess.” “More power to ya, Jeff!” “Can I take Maria to your house?” “With her mother, sure.” “No. Without her mother.” “No. I’m afraid that could get me in trouble. Now you see the dilemma. Even if I said OK, Sonya never would.” “I know that!” “I don’t think she would mind if you used her living room as a kissing room.” “That’s true! But what about Jose’s parents. They live there too.” “Ask. Be direct. You’re good at that, Jeff. But we still need to talk about erections in public.” “You and mom approved, at Black’s Beach.” “As a boy. Now you’re a man.” “Hey, you said I was a man already!” “I stand corrected. But your girlfriend wasn’t there then. That changes the picture totally. I expect that Sonya would hang you out to dry.” “Yeah, that’s what Maria says too.” “Don’t let Big Jeff ruin a story-book romance. He may have already. I think a couple saw you.” “Oh, no! We we’re wondering about that after.” “I don’t think they’re gonna do anything about it, but if they do, you could end up in a juvenile home.” Giving Sean a big hug, “Thanks for being tough with me. I was out of control. I’ve been wondering, are you gonna have sex before marriage?” “Hold on to your bootstraps! That’s between your mother and I.” “So for me, it’s between me and Maria.” “I’m sure your mother wants some say in that!” “What does your father say about sex before marriage?” “He says it’s wrong. He even says the Bible teaches that masturbation is wrong, but I’ve checked thoroughly. That’s a real stretch.” “Man, what’s he think we’re supposed to do—cut it off!” Laughing, “I don’t think he would object!” “Sean, sex is complicated.” “It’s like playing with fire. I hope you don’t get burned.” “Maria and I are gonna wait ‘til marriage.” “So you discussed it already. That’s great!” “You know, it’s too bad I’m not gay. “Why do you say that, Jeff!?” “I’d be having all the sex I wanted, no questions asked.” 42 CALL ‘N PLAY BALL “Hi Sean. This is Jeff.” “Hi Jeff. Now that you’re in love, I only get a phone call, huh.” “Trying to make me feel guilty?” “No, that just was a dumb way to say that I miss you, Jeff.” “I miss you too. Guess what!?” “You spent the afternoon at Maria’s house.” “How’d ya guess, Sean!” “It didn’t take being a rocket scientist.” “Sonya let’s us use the TV room for kissing—as long as we keep the door open.” “Congratulations!” “And Roberto bought a plastic privacy fence for Black’s Beach.” “How come?” “He wanted a place they could make out.” “But, Jeff, why does that make you so happy?” “Maria asked if we could use it too.” “Roberto and Sonya must have said yes.” “With two rules. Only when she’s close by. And if one of us gets aroused, we need to stop without being asked.” “That’s quite generous, Jeff.” “I just wish we could masturbate each other too.” “Even with the privacy fence that would be totally inappropriate. I hope you can strictly obey her conditions, so as to keep Sonya’s respect.” “Sean, I certainly agree. Hey, the Giants are looking forward to our game tonight. They say they had more fun in our other game than any other all season.” “And you’ve been a big reason for that.” “Thanks, good buddy. See ya at the game.” “Take care.”

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