Hi all. This is my first attempt at a sex story, so any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Personally, I would like to know how you found this story, what you think I should include and exclude, what you think I should do more of and less of and how you feel the storyline should go.
I want to develop this into a trilogy, spanning over three days; Friday, Saturday and Sunday, hence the name.
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My third story. Feedback appreciated
The Beginning and Setup
A short bit for 4chan’s /tv/ board about how I impregnate Jlaw and then fuck her while she’s pregnant. I took ideas from the audience, like on Whose Line is it Anyway, and then jacked off while I wrote it, unlike Whose Line is it Anyway. Enjoy.
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Will Katie finally be able to fuck her father?
Matt is invited to what is guaranteed to be the best Halloween party of his life. His friend has promised that this will be his last night as a virgin. But there’s a catch. In this case the Devil is truly in the details.
this is a 2 part perspective story, so just keep that in mind.Joey:
It was the summer right before high school and i was so glad it was my last year with that stupid babysitter jackie. She was fat and lazy and I never liked her. I told my mom about her and she said she’d put an ad out for another sitter but until then i was stuck with her.
During the day it was pretty boring. But on occasion there was some action going on across the court. I lived in this town home community where my house faced the court and i could see the houses across the way. Well for some reason, the curtains in the top bedroom window were always open. I would always watch this guy go into that room, so i assume it was his. He was an older teenager probably 18 or 19. Some days he put on a real show over there. He would bring home these girls that seemed like the girls you see online. They were always blonde and from what i could tell had nice tits. Now, Im only about 50 feet away from his house so i can get an ok view of his room. Like i said, his window is always open so i could always see what he was up to. I would watch as he would strip girls naked and get head from them. His bed was in view of the window so i was able to watch as he fucked them. I jerked off all the time watching him fuck.
Because it was the summer it didnt get dark till late. So after he was in his room just hanging out, he would turn on his computer and watch porn. I couldn’t see the screen, but i assume porn because he would jerk off. I loved watching him jerk off, his cock seemed so big, but i was too far away to really tell. Still though, he always did it in front of the window, so i could always see.
On this particular day, i was looking through his room watching him change. I was just staring at his naked ass when i saw hands wrap around his cheeks. I got excited and pulled my cock out thinking a show was about to start. But then he turned to the side and i saw he was getting a blow job. But this wasnt a girl, it was a boy! Not only that, it was a kid from my english class! I was so amazed i was just staring in plain sight as this kid sucked him off. He was more into sucking his dick then id ever seen a girl do it.
I watched as bobby (my friend who was over there) stood up and let him take his shirt off. He took his pants off too. I saw bobby turn around and let him grope his ass. He looked like he loved having his ass touched. Now When i watch, im usually in the corner so he cant see me, but this time i was so amazed at this new sight that i was in the middle of my window. I saw him pick bobby up onto his shoulders with his cock facing his the guys mouth. I thought oh my god that looks awesome! He threw bobby down onto his bed and bobby turned over with ass up. I thought to myself holy shit hes gonna get fucked! I saw the guy get his cock closer to bobby’s ass when my world ended.Mike:
It was the summer right before senior year and i was happy to be almost done. I had already gotten into college for basketball so i was set. I was pretty popular i’d say. During the day i didnt have much to do. I would try to get some games going on xbox live, but you know, i cant really find many good games. So i would pass a lot of my time with sex. I dont know why but getting girls was pretty easy for me. I would always get the swings up in my room, it was pretty sweet. But the one thing ive always loved is being watched.
From time to time i would see this kid across the street watching me in my room. So i decided id leave the window open so he could watch me fuck this one chick. I kept seeing him in peripheral and he was always watching, trying not to be seen. Once i found out he liked to watch me, i started doing everything so he could watch.
I babysit a lot to earn some money. Lots of jobs in the neighborhood around here. I live in a pretty medium sized community and im always aware of what kids need to be babysit. This one kid i used to babysit, bobby, he was a real toy. I caught him jerking off one day and he just didnt stop. If i was a 13 year old, and my babysitter just caught me, id stop. But not bobby, he wanted me to see. So we started messing around. Well one day, i brought him to my house, and i told him blow me in front of the window. He was so scared, but i told him dont worry no one will see. He said, thats not what im worried about, what if it hurts when you fuck me? The question rolled in my mind, because to this date i havent fucked him, my dick was pretty big so i never thought to try it. I said, today im just going to pretend, but i wont actually do it. ok? He said ok, but didnt understand why.
So i have him bent over on my bed ready to get fucked. At this point im well aware of that kid watching me and im thinking what would happen if i look at him… I thought about it as i rubbed my cock against bobby’s ass. I said to bobby, what if you were fucked by a smaller dick? He said that would probably be a better start. So with that, i just turned and stared at that kid. He ducked so fast i thought he could have blacked out. I ran over to his house to see if he was ok. On the way over, i realized the street address, he needed a babysitter…Joey:
With a very distinct maneuver the guy looked over straight at me to my window. I feel down onto my floor and my heart was pumping so fast. I just sat there not thinking, i couldn’t think. After about 5 minutes i peeked up and saw bobby getting dressed, but no guy. I then heard a door slam and i looked down a bit and saw him leaving his house on his way over to mine!
I freaked out and just sat there with my heart pumping. I heard my doorbell ring and then the door open. I heard my mother greet the boy at the door. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about but then i heard my mom yell for me. “JOEY GET DOWN HERE”. I very apprehensively walked over to the steps and came down about 3 steps just so i could see who it was. Sure enough it was him and he had an angry look on his face. Mom said “Joey this is Mike, he’s offered to take the babysitting position for the rest of the summer. Aren’t you excited?” I faintly said woo and crept back upstairs. Mom said “oh hes just tired, you can start tonight, were going to the movies”. Mike said sure ill be back in 20 minutes.Mike:
When i saw joey i was amazed at how cute he looked. I thought wow this is gonna be fun.Joey:
I was so scared, but i kept thinking about what he did with bobby, and how maybe he could do that with me. Maybe i could get fucked. 20 minutes went by, and my mom left, and mike came in. He immediately came up to my room and just stared at me. I was sitting on my bed looking down. He told me he saw me watching him. I told him i was sorry. He said sorry doesnt cut it, and he told me i was going to get punished. I thought to myself, whenever i heard that in pornos it meant the girl was going to get some leather chaing shit. But mike took out some rope and said to get in my underwear. I didnt argue because i didnt want him to get anymore angry. He smacked my ass, and then he grabbed it and said nice chunk of meat you got there. I smiled with my back turned, but i played scared. he said do you have any other briefs. I told him no, but that was a lie, i have tons, but i thought maybe if i said no hed make me take these off. He said lay face down on the bed and spread out. I did as told and i was getting really excited, luckily able to hide it due to being face down. he tied my arms and legs to the bed and i smiled to myself.
He ripped my boxers off, that hurt. I said ouch outloud but he just said, you shouldn’t have been spying. so now im butt ass naked tied to my bed. I was in heaven, but i acted scared. He got on top of me and i could tell right away his cock was hard, and huge. I thought, what the fuck how am i supposed to take this. He crawled over to me and before i knew it he had his cock in my mouth. He kept talking about privacy or something, i was just trying not to bite his dick.
After a few minutes i guess he pulled out, which was good because my neck was kiiiiling me. He got back to my ass and stared rubbing his cock on my asshole. I felt warm as some liquid was poured all over my ass and i felt his hands rub it all over my ass and onto my hole. It felt good to get that kind of massage. He started to press his cock into my ass. He must have been surprised to find out i wasnt a virgin there, that was my own escapades. He was able to get a lot of his cock in, and i forgot to scream. He said “oh you like that you little bitch!?” I said no, but then i kind of laughed and it ruined everything. he slammed his cock into my ass very hard. I liked it. He started pounding my ass so hard that we would bounce up off the bed and then slam back down forcing his cock deeper into me. I was ready to cum from all this, but he pulled out to soon. He came over to my mouth and said bad boys have to eat cum, and im just thinking fuck fuck ive never eatin cum before. But he shoved his dick into my mouth and i felt the cum pour into my mouth. He didnt pull out though, and there was way too much cum. So it dripped out the sides of my mouth and onto his cock, he pulled out and told me to lick it all up. As he untied my he said, next time, keep your eyes to your self. he told me he was sorry.Mike:
My goal was to fuck the shit out of this kid. But i knew hed be scared so i thought that id make it seem like he was wrong. So i told him how he needs to respect peoples privacy. He seemed scared. I made him get into his underwear. I wanted him to think that i was gonna spank him. But first i thought, it would be great if he had some sexier underwear on. When he told me he didnt, i got pissed, and just tied him up anyway.
I completely forgot about his underwear he had on, and i said wtf and just ripped it off. He didnt like that at all, but hey, he was in trouble. So now there is this naked kid on his bed and he thinks hes supposed to get punished. I got so horny just thinking about it. But first i needed him to lube up my cock. So i went over and made him suck my dick. I didnt let him say a word before i put it in his mouth. He kept scraping his teeth on my cock, guess it was too wide for his mouth, im sure ill teach him to do it better. Long summer ahead. So after i was really fucking hard i couldn’t hold back. His lack of struggle made me want to fuck him more, but i kept wondering why he wasnt more scared.
It all made sence when i started to slide my dick in. He liked it. he had been fucked before. i dont know if by another person or not, but but i do know it only took about 6 minutes to get my cock all the way in. When he laughed i got pissed. I started fucking him wildly and he seemed to love every minute of it, he even moaned. I thought, this kid is a gold mine.
When i was about to cum, i pulled out, and jumped over to his mouth. I pushed my cock in, but i couldn’t get it to go past his throat. So i just came in his mouth, and i wanted it to go down his throat so i kept my cock in there. But he just let the cum drip out so i made him lick it all up. I told him he should respect privacy, and he told me one last time, that he was sorry.
I looked out his window to mine, and gave saw bobby was watching. I gave him a thumbs up, he was on his way over.
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Jean, his mother’s younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.
“Hi squirt,” she said. Rick didn’t resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. “Hi Jean,” his mother and he said in unison. “What’s up?” his mother added.
“Don’t you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad’s farm. Didn’t you have some too Terri?”
“Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn’t matter for it’s all separated in the back bedroom.” She turned to her son. “Can you help Rick?”
“Yeah,” He said. “i’ve got nothing planned for the day. Tod’s out of town and Jeff is sick in bed, so there’s no one to hang out with.”
As husky as Rick was, it was still a lot of work to load the bed, chest and boxes from his aunt’s house and from his own into the pickup. Finally after two hours they were ready to go. Rick covered the load, because it looked like rain and even had to move a couple of the boxes inside the truck setting it on the seat next to Jean.
“You’re going to have to sit on Rick’s lap,” Jean said to Terri, “There won’t be enough room otherwise.”
“That will be alright, won’t it Rick?” his mother said.
“Well as long as you don’t weigh a ton, and take up the whole side of the truck,” he said laughing.
“i’ll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I’m only five foot three, not six foot three.” She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice. At thirty-six, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C boobs that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done. He settled himself in the seat and she climbed in and, placing her feet between his, she lowered herself to his lap. She was wearing a thin summer dress and he had seen only a bikini panty line and bra under it. He immediately felt the heat from her body flow into his crotch area. He turned his mind to the road ahead. Jean pulled away, and moments later they were on the country road to the farm, twenty miles away.
The road was under construction for more than five miles and the truck bounced with a steady rhythm as it rolled along the ridges left by the road grader.
Jean and his mother kept up a constant chatter about girl things, leaving Rick with his own thoughts. In time, he became aware of the rhythmic bouncing and the heat emanating from his mother’s ass as it pressed against his crotch. Suddenly, to his horror, his cock began responding to the movement. He felt the first stirrings of a hard on. He tried to think of other things, but the more he tried thinking of other things, the more he thought of his cock. Gradually, his dick became firmer and began to rise, until it was contained by the ass pressing down on it. This pressure only succeeded in causing it to become more rigid, until it was like a bar of steel. He could feel the crack between his mother’s legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass. There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his predicament. Terri at first ignored the hard rod pushing against her ass. Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly and the pressure switched directly to her pussy. In the beginning, she was irritated that her own son would get an erection from her sitting on his lap. But the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. What a waste of a good hard-on she thought; getting rigid for your mother. Terri almost laughed out loud. The bouncing of the seat, caused the hard member to slip back and forth along her lips. Then a sudden bump drove his cock head against her forcing her panties and thin dress between her lips for just a split second.
A minute later, thinking about the incident, Terri knew that technically, for that split second, her son’s cock had been in her pussy. True, it had just been the very tip and it had been covered by panties and dress, but was that any different then being covered by a condom? The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She had certainly never considered her son a sexual being, or partner. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months, she was not sexually frustrated. Her husband’s fingers and her vibrator had provided all the sex she required. The bouncing cock rubbing against her pussy slowly demanded her full attention. She couldn’t help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite affect, it reminded her that an eighteen year old cock was thrusting itself against the lips of her wet pussy. Terri felt what she thought was an answering thrust from Rick’s prick to her movement. Why that little brat, she thought, he is coming on to me by flexing his cock against me. But instead of getting angry, she actually responded by again pushing against his rising rod. Minutes later, they whipped into the drive at the farm, and Terri breathed a sigh of relief. She had been dangerously close to starting something that could have ruined both their lives. The road got a little rougher and the motion of the truck added a side to side sway to the jogging motion. Rick would have sworn the heat coming from her thighs and ass increased more and more. It couldn’t have been more like fucking if they had been in a bed. Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop.
“There,” said Jean, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I thought it worked out perfect,” his mother said. She turned on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck to the ground, her dress sliding up until her panties were just peeking from underneath. “I don’t think Rick minded a bit. Did you honey?” She turned to him and winked.
He couldn’t believe what she had said.
“Ah, no, I agree with you, it was just perfect. The time just flew by,” he said.
“Great,” Jean said. “Why don’t we go in and see where Dad wants this stuff put.
“Rick,” his mom said, “why don’t you stay out here and, ah, maybe untie the covering, you know get things settled down.” Her eyes flicked to his crotch and returned to his face. He blushed, when he realized his hard-on was standing out tent like from the front of his shorts.
“Okay, i’ll . . . I’ll get things ready to carry in,” he stammered
She grinned and walked around the truck to join Jean on her way to the house. Within twenty minutes, the load was in the house, and they were ready to start home. But as usual when they visited grandma, she insisted they take some home-canned fruit home with them, so they ended up with three large cardboard boxes. Just as they were loading them, it began to rain. Grandpa suggested we put the boxes in the truck to keep the cardboard from getting wet and falling apart, so again there were boxes taking up the middle of the truck seat and Terri had to ride on Rick’s lap again. Within a short distance, Rick’s cock achieved its original proportions and began rubbing her pussy. There was little doubt he knew it was exciting her. If her panties hadn’t slipped into her crack, and began rubbing her clit each time the truck bounced his cock against her, she would have been able to keep herself under control. Actually, Terri accidentally made the first thrust. Although later she was to wonder if it had been all accident. Her leg was falling asleep because of the odd angle she was holding it and she raised her foot slightly to move it. The resulting loss of support of her ass had allowed it to rest heavier on her son’s cock. When he pushed back in response, she was unable to keep her wet pussy from answering the hard rod tapping at its portal.
The trip home was slower due to the rain, but just as rough, and within the first mile his hard-on was back in full force. His mom adjusted her ass so his rigid cock fit exactly between her legs and his cock was thrust tightly against her pussy. After a few rough jolts, he felt what appeared to be a soft push downward against his prick from his mom’s ass. It was hard to tell. He waited for a moment then was sure he felt another push. He was afraid to return the push, for fear he was imagining things, doing a lot of wishful thinking. Then it happened again and there was little doubt his mom was pushing her pussy against his hard-on. In answer he flexed his cock.
He knew the movement would be so minor she would barely feel it, but if she had pushed, it would be enough, if she hadn’t it wasn’t so strong that it would feel like he was trying to fuck her if he had guessed wrong. Immediately he felt an answering push. He answered with a strong thrust toward her pussy. Her response was immediate, and within seconds they were dry fucking. The boxes stacked between his aunt and he and his mother prevented her from seeing anything but their heads and shoulders. They were keeping the thrusting below their waists. Rick first placed his hands on his mom’s hips, then finally he reached around her and laid them on her thighs. Terri inhaled sharply, but she continued to thrust her ass against his cock and flex her ass muscles which was squeezing Rick’s cock like a hand. Rick began to slowly pull her skirt up her legs. He hoped to get his fingers under her panties for a quick feel. Just when Rick was about to blow his white cum into his shorts, they arrived back in their drive. Terri again twisted on his cock and slipped to the ground exposing her crotch-wet panties to him. He followed her out, and she reached for one of the boxes on the seat and handed it to Rick.
“Here, honey, you can take this in the kitchen for me. Her smile told him she was again giving him a way to keep his hard-on out of sight.
“Thanks for all your help, you guys, i’ll see you both get a reward for the effort,” she said laughing.
“Hey, we enjoyed it. It was fun,” Terri said. “I think, Rick especially enjoyed the drive.”
“Yeah, Aunt Jean, I really enjoyed going out to the farm. It’s fun to ride in a truck for a change instead of a car, it bounces around like a ride at Disney Land.”
“If they had rides like that at Disney Land,” his mom said, “I’d have been going there a long time ago.”
“Ah, you know what I mean, like a once in a life time thrill,” he said.
“That I agree with,” she said. Terri was sure, that it was in fact a once in a lifetime thrill. It certainly couldn’t go any further. Rick carried the box inside and set it on the counter, then went into the family room and grabbed the remote. He flicked the switch twice and MTV was blasting from the screen. He chose a straight chair, because he knew his mother would say something if he sat on the sofa in dirty shorts. Terri followed him into the room. She stopped next to him.
“You didn’t mind my sitting on your lap, did you?”
“No, mom. Like I told Aunt Jean, the trip was a once in a life time thrill.”
“And my weight didn’t bother you?”
“Mom, you don’t weigh anything, I could hold you all afternoon, and it wouldn’t bother me.”
“Oh really? Maybe i’ll take you up on that and sit on your lap now.”
Rick quickly looked up at her. “I… I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
Terri stared at him for a minute. My god, she thought, what am I doing. This is my son. If I sit on his lap, things are going to get out of hand. But her inner self, convinced her that she was old enough to keep the situation from going past the point of mother son joking around. Her eyes locked on his for a moment then she stepped in front of him, and sat down on his lap. But this time her legs were outside Rick’s and she was more open and exposed. Rick couldn’t believe that his mother had just spread herself and sat on his lap. It was instant hard-on. His cock rose quickly to lodge itself against her pussy, covered only by her thin dress and panties. A moment later, she pushed down against his rigid boner as she had been doing in the truck. Rick thrust back. Making little pretense of doing anything but pushing his cock against her pussy. She returned his thrust with one of her own. The thrusting continued and there was no sham between them; they were dry fucking. Rick reached his arms around Terri and laid his hands on her thighs. She looked down at them, but said nothing. She was panting hard as she worked her ass against his hard member. Rick began clutching bunches of her skirt in his fingers and slowly her skirt crept up her legs. Terri watched her tanned legs become more exposed, but it felt like it was happening to someone else. Her mind was concentrating on the hard cock pressing against her inflamed pussy lips.
Finally her panties came into view, and the dress continued up her body until Rick had bunched it at her waist. He lowered his hands back to her thighs and laid them with fingers pointing in on her legs just below her pussy. Terri stared, but said nothing. Slowly his hands moved up, and she gasped as they touched her panty clad mound. Rick rubbed his mother’s pussy and smeared the wet juice he found there around until her whole crotch was soaked in her flowing liquid. He allowed his fingers to trail between her now spreading lips and trace a line from the bottom of her puffy lips to her clit, which was prominently outlined against her wet panties. He flicked his finger against the nubbin, and Terri groaned. Rick lifted his hands and pulling the waistband of her panties out with one hand, he slipped his other hand against her trembling belly and slid it down to her pussy. Stopping there he turned his palm upward and with his other hand thumbed her panties down over her hips. Terri raised slightly as the panties slipped under her ass and crept to her knees. Rick didn’t bother to remover them entirely. He liked to see the panties there to remind him that she was naked below the waist. He pulled his hands back up her legs and Terri watched in awe as her son buried his fingers in between the puffy lips of her pussy, spreading them and slowly inserting two of his fingers into her channel. Terri’s orgasm roared through her like a train through a tunnel, the shear force scattering debris on both sides. Roaring like an animal, huffing and puffing she hunched her ass forward onto his thrusting fingers.
“Oh my god, I’m coming on your fingers, mommy’s coming. Oh god, what have we done?”
Rick didn’t wait for an answer, he lifted her up, forcing her to her feet while she was still out of control, and tore the buttons from his shorts, releasing his massive cock. With much effort, he managed to pull the throbbing monster from his underwear, and suddenly there under Terri, was his eight-inch pillar of flesh, red- headed and throbbing. Terri was totally unaware of Rick’s actions for she was still foaming from the intensity of the orgasm, and was barely able to stand in the position he was holding her. Rick lowered her ass slowly. As she sat down he positioned his cock directly below her dropping pussy. Terri thought it was his fingers spreading the still burning lips of her hot cunt. But they kept spreading, and spreading and suddenly reality ate through her fogged brain. She screamed. “Rick, no. No you can’t fuck me.”
Rick released his support of her ass. With nothing holding her up and with her legs too weak to support her she slipped down the massive shaft taking the eight inch cock into her saturated depths.
“Ohhhh, Ohh my god. Ricky, ohh god you’re so big. Ohh you shouldn’t be putting your cock in me, I’m you mother.” Terri’s fall was stopped by Rick’s legs. She was firmly impaled by the hard cock. “Unhh,” she grunted. Rick immediately lifted her a little and dropped her again on his shaft. Burying it to her womb. Then again, and again. Moments later, Terri was assisting him by raising and lowering herself on the red meaty pole. A couple of strokes later, Terri’s fingers strayed to her clit and she began rubbing the stiffened little knob.
“God, Ricky you’re a stud, a fucking horse.”
“Mom, I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot. I’m going to shoot.”
Terri threw her head back against Rick’s shoulder. “Me too ,baby. Mommy too. Your cock is making me cum again. Cum in my pussy, honey. Cum in mommy’s cunt.”
“Ohhh, Mommmmmm.” Rick’s cock spewed hot white threads of cum into her.
“Shoot in me, honey, shoot your juice in mommy. Bury it in me uhhhhh.”
“Oh my god, you’re fucking,” Jean screamed out. “Rick, you’re really fucking your mother.”
Terri slumped back against Rick as her orgasm drifted off its peak. She turned her head toward the voice coming from the kitchen door. “Not really, Sis,” she said. “We’re really fucking each other, and if you think I’m going to let him take that massive cock out of me just because you’ve caught us, you’re wrong. You can either watch and finger fuck yourself, or turn your head.”
Terri turned as far around as Rick’s cock would let her and planted a kiss full on her son’s lips, her tongue slipping inside. “Honey your cock still feels hard. Why don’t you fuck mommy again, we’ll sort this all out later, after we fuck. Unless you don’t want to do it again?”
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A young girl discovers sex with her family.
Monica agrees to slavery to excape death or prison
Laura, once a lesbian, has been blackmailed into a path of degradation and conditioning that has left her as nothing more than a degraded fuckbunny…
We last left you off as Eve been poisoned and the rush is on to get a cure for her. The city guards seemed to know about your warrant for your capture for killing a mayor and agents of the inquiry. The race is on to save Eve.
She laid there on the blanket, the taste of the wolfs cum still in her mouth, feeling it dry on her breasts and thighs, as she fought to catch her breath. her body was sore, faint bruises already forming where the wolf had wrapped it legs around her narrow hips.
It was the soft whine of one of the two remaining wolves that brought her attention him. he was standing not that far from her head digging at the ground in front of him. he was already hard, she could see his massive wolf cock hanging from his sheath. he was larger than the other two had been, and clearly in need.
“Oh you poor baby.” She made a soft cooing noise to go along with her words and rolled over so that she could crawl across the ground toward him, keeping her head lower than his showing him that she thought he was more dominant then she was.
“it has been awhile for you hasn’t it, it is okay baby I can take care of you.” She continued to coo at him as she reached forward circling her fingers around his hard, throbbing cock. it was already slick with precum, She gave it a few hard tugs earning a growl mixed with a frustrated whine from the wolf. he turned as she set up lifting her fingers so that she could lick them clean but she never got chance. The wolf turn and knocked her over, climbing over her so that his back legs were on either side of her head.
She knew what he wanted and she opened her mouth eagerly, accepting hicock as he shoved it past her soft lips bruising them with the force of his thrust, his huge cock pushing her mouth open wider as he slid down her throat almost making her gag. She moaned around her mouth full and half closed her eyes, hand lifting to lay on his flanks as he started to jerk himself roughly in and out of her mouth, each thrust shoving himself down her throat. She panted making moaning sounds as she pressed her tongue up against the underside of his cock tasting it hungrily.
The second wolf did not want be be left out, and gave a small pathetic wine as he moved closer to her, stepping over her so that it could rub, it hard, slick cock along the underside of her breasts. She moaned, squirming at the sensation of the wolfcock rubbing against her breasts. She dropped her hands off the flanks wolf that was still pumping himself into and out of his mouth and reached down cupping her own breasts and then pushing them down against the cock below them. The second would whimpered again and turned himself driving his dark red cock up between her breasts causing her to moan around the cock shoved down her throat.
She had just started rolling her breasts around the huge dripping dick between them when she felt the wolf above her start to throb against her tongue, his thrusts becomes faster, more desperate. he lifted his head and let out a sound that was as much growl as it was howl and empties himself in her mouth and throat. she gagged and then swallows mouthful after mouthful of hot sticky cum, as yet more of it dribbled out the side of her mouth running down her cheeks and into her hair.
As soon as he had pulled himself free of her mouth with a soft popping sound she gasped for air, but did not stop instead she turned her attention tot he wolf that was so desperately fucking her large, cone covered tits.
“it is okay boy, I got you, I will take care of you.” Her words were spoken in a soft purring coo as she set up causing the wolf to snark and snap at her in irritation. She didn’t give him long to be iterated though before she was rolling over onto her knees once again, spreading her long legs wide as she watched him over her shoulder.
“That’s it, come on, you’re such a good boy aren’t you. you’re going to bury that cock of yours in my pussy aren’t you? yes, my good boy is.” She reached under herself using her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy wide, one fingers stroking her own clit lightly making her shiver and wiggle her hips.
The wolf moved forward shoving his head between her legs and sniffed her, his hot breath against her sensitive skin making her moan again, gasping in pleasure as his tongue flicked out over her fingers. “Thats it, good boy. Mmm do you like the taste of my pussy, mmm yeah?”
He continued to lick and nips at her pussy making her moan even louder her head dropping as she twitched and shivered, spreading her legs even further. he gave her no warning just pulled his head back and moved forward, filling her tight, dripping pussy with his long, thick wolfcock. he put his paws on her back shoving her head and shoulders down. She moved her arms putting her head against them trying to muffle her own desperate panting and moaning against her own skin as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of the wolf’s thrust into her body hitting the deepest parts of her. his claws left red marks against her pale skin before he stepped back wrapping his legs around her and yanking her ass up against the soft ,warm fur of his stomach as he pounded himself into her again and again.
She felt her orgasm building between her legs and in her stomach her body trembling and her muscles clenching around the cock buried deep inside her body milking the wolf as he continued to drive himself into her. She lifted her head and cried out in pleasure giving something almost like a howl herself as the orgasm washed over her, her juices spilling out around the wolf cock dripping down his cock and into the fur covering his balls as well as down the inside of her own legs= mixing with the dried cum already there.
She held collapsed back tot he ground, the only thing holding her up was the wolf’s legs s wrapped around her sips. She felt his throbbing, growing larger inside of her, and a moment later felt it as gush after gush of cum filled her body. The wolf pulled himself free of her, and she collapsed onto top of the towel, now damp with the wolf cum, and her own but she didn’t care she was too tired to move. She started to close her eyes and drift off but before she did she felt four warm bodies settling themselves around her.
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Miyu gave me a call stating she saw my ad on backpage and asked if I was available.
Julie sets Jim on a date with Anne’s boyfriend… but not all goes as planned.
A casual encounter at a truck stop turns into a fantasy fulfilled for a lady.
I’m not sure whetere or not I should continue this story due to it not being particularly suited to this type of website and I will leave it to the readers as to bth continue it and eventually add a sex scene between Korra and Raiden or not. This is the order time if have written something that has been posted for ratings and criticism. Any Tips on how to improve would be appreciated
Love grows at sea.
She looked up at me, as if surprised to see I was still there.
“Oh, do you like that?” she asked.
She looked like she really wanted me to feel good. At first I was confused that she didn’t know what I would enjoy, then I remembered the only other cock she’d had experience with. She could probably fit that whole thing in one hand with room to spare.
“Oh, of course,” I said, “You’ve never done this with a real cock, have you slut?”
She shook her head, then turned back to my dick.
“Well,” I said, “The head is the most sensitive part. What feels best for a guy is putting pressure around the top, then sliding the skin up and down.”
She did what I said, and was soon slowly masturbating me with both hands. I felt incredible, but I wanted more.
“Stop.” I said.
After a few seconds, she stopped her hands.
“No, I mean, let go.”
She slowly let go, and crossed her arms under her chest. She’d been squirming for a little while now, trying to bring some friction to her wet pussy. I was pleased to see that she hadn’t tried to touch herself again, obeying my earlier command.
“You’re going to suck my cock now, slut.” I said.
Her eyes went wide with fear, and she sat back as I stood.
I got off the bed and finished undressing. She turned to face me, scooting closer so her feet were on the floor.
“I’m not sure about this.” she said.
I didn’t say anything.
“I mean…I’ve done this with my boyfriend, but his is…you know…and…” she said.
She looked away nervously. She seemed to be really afraid of my size, suddenly.
I grabbed her jaw, but more gently this time, and turned her towards me.
“Listen to me Jessica. You came into my room tonight, and begged me to show you my cock, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Y…yes.” she whimpered.
“You want this, don’t you? You want to know what a real dick feels like, don’t you?” I asked.
Still holding her face, I grabbed my dick by the base and shook it slightly.
“You want to taste this real cock, not your boyfriend’s little clit, don’t you?”
She nodded again.
“Say it.”
“Yes. I want to taste your cock…please.” she said softly.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes…please, I want to taste it. I want to suck your…your big dick. I want to know what a real cock tastes like…”
I stroked her cheek gently with my thumb.
“Good girl.” I said.
I let go of her face.
She nervously took my shaft in her hands again, slowly stroking its length. Without any more prompting, she leaned forward and licked the head. She made a little expression of displeasure at the taste of my pre cum, but went back for another one. She quickly started licking all around the head, sometimes wandering a little down the shaft. Her hot, wet tongue felt incredible. I let this continue for a few minutes before getting her to move on.
“Ok, slut, it’s time to put it in your mouth.” I said.
She looked into my eyes, and nodded once. She seemed somewhat stunned by this whole experience, but so eager to do a good job, to do what I told her.
She slowly tried to put the head in her mouth, just managing to get her lips around my girth. She pushed harder, squeezing my cock further and further. She could only fit a few inches inside. Her tongue was going crazy, and her hands were sliding all along my shaft. It felt so good, so warm and wet. She suddenly let out a long, lusty moan.
I started to thrust my cock forward a little, pushing back along her tongue. It was clear I wasn’t going to get any further until she’d had some practice, so I was content with my little thrusts for now. I was only able to enjoy the sensation for a few moments before I was aching for release. I hadn’t masturbated all week in anticipation of this.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, tears touching the corners of her eyes, but a huge smile on her face. She licked her lips, and wiped the spit from around her mouth.
“Did that feel good?” she said, breathing heavily.
“It did.” I said.
She smiled even wider and licked her lips again. I was amazed at how little it had taken for her to submit to me.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked her.
“Yes! Oh my God, it’s just so big and thick. The way it…pulses. Having it in my mouth is so fucking hot. I’m…” she trailed off suddenly.
“You’re what?” I asked.
“I’m dripping wet, right now.”
I already knew this, but it felt good to hear her admit it.
I smiled.
“Jessica, what’s it like when your boyfriend shoots his little load?” I asked.
She smiled again, knowing where I was going with this.
“It’s just…a few weak spurts. Like, a teaspoon’s worth.” she said.
I gently took her jaw.
“Do you want to see what it looks like when a real cock cums?” I asked softly.
“Yes, yes, please. I want to make you cum, I want to see you shoot your load.” she said, nodding vigorously.
I ran my other hand through her hair.
“Then finish me off.” I said, guiding her head back towards my cock.
She went straight to work, trying again to fit as much of my cock in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head back and forth irregularly, and lightly stroked my balls and shaft with her hands. The sides of my cock were scraping slightly against her teeth. This was my first experience with this, but even then I knew she wasn’t doing a very good job. I was just too big for her to get a real feel for it.
But it still felt incredible, and after just a minute or so I was ready.
“Just your hands, now.” I said.
She quickly backed off my cock and started jerking me hard with both hands, her spit working as lube. She was staring at my cock with an intensity I’d never seen before. Her breath was heavy and her face was flushed.
“Do you want me to cum on you, slut?” I asked.
She didn’t look at me, but started chanting under her breath,
“Yes, yes, cum on me, please, cum, cum on me, yes…”
I grabbed her head for balance and let the feeling overwhelm me. Hot, burning lines of pleasure jolted from the tip of my cock. It was incredible, ten times better that the last time I masturbated. I let out a loud groan of pleasure. The first shot splattered across her face, and a few landed on her tits. Without being told, she shoved my dick back into her mouth, desperately swallowing my cum. She started choking slightly, not used to the amount, but kept at it. I held her head there until I’d finished, then let her go.
She immediately fell back on the bed and started rolling around, clutching her boobs and rubbing her firm nipples. She was rubbing my sperm around on them, moaning and whimpering. She brought her arm up to wipe the sticky fluid from her face, and ran her tongue up across it. Her face was scrunched slightly in displeasure of the taste, but she moaned softly again, and continued grabbing her heavy tits.
I felt light-headed from the force of my orgasm, and she was really confusing me.
“Jessica?” I said.
She sat up and started squeezing her thighs together, still squirming.
“I’ve never felt this good before…please, please let me touch myself…I think…aahh, I think I’m going to cum soon…oh God I’m so wet…”
I was surprised that she obeyed me even now, her hands never once going near her crotch despite how much she obviously wanted it.
She was covered in my cum, begging me to let her touch herself. I took just a few seconds to appreciate the position I was in. My cock, which had begun to wilt slightly, was back at full mast within a few seconds.
I sat down on the bed beside her. I lay down, and she crawled to the other side to make room. I took her gently by the arm and guided her towards my legs. I got her to straddle me, sitting right up against my cock so that it pointed straight up, lying parallel against her stomach.
“Oh my God, you’re still so hard…” she said.
She was still fidgeting, a pleading look in her eyes.
“Come here.” I said.
She leaned forward to obey me, and as she did my cock ran along her stomach. She pushed it back until it was flat against my body, pressed between us. I pushed her up, and guided her until my cock was between her legs, her weight supported by her knees on either side, and her pussy resting gently on the under side of my shaft. She let out a small sigh when she first made contact, started letting out little humming moans with every breath. She was soaking wet. Her pussy juices began literally dripping down the sides of my cock, leaving little trails of moisture.
“Listen to me, Jessica.” I said, “Tonight…I’m not going to fuck you, do you understand me?”
Her expression instantly turned from a lustful haze to disappointment, and panic.
“But…please, I’m so wet, I-”
I tucked my fingers beneath her chin, and put my thumb gently on her lips, silencing her.
“No, not tonight. You haven’t earned it yet.”
She looked like she was going to cry.
“But… you have been a good little slut for me tonight. So I’m going to let you orgasm. Would you like that?”
Her face grew excited again.
“Yes! Yes, please make me cum, please, I’m so wet…”
I pushed upwards with my hips, sliding my thick shaft along the outer lips of her pussy. She turned her head, moaning at the sudden intense feeling.
I moved my body back, and just looked at her.
She took the hint and began to thrust her own hips up and down, sliding her wet pussy along the length of my cock over and over, moaning gently every time she grinded her clit against it.
She started slowly at first, savouring every inch, but soon began to pick up the pace. Within just a minute, she was humping against my cock with a quick and steady rhythm, her eyes closed tight in concentration. Her body was slick with sweat. Her huge tits bounced slightly with every movement.
I realised then that I hadn’t even touched her tits yet. I reached out and grabbed them, hard. She gasped loudly and opened her eyes. They felt good, so soft and heavy, and a little sticky from my cum. Her nipples felt rock hard against my palms. I quickly pinched them both between my thumb and fingers and squeezed.
She let out another loud gasp and closed her eyes, throwing her head back to let out a low, guttural growl. I couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or pain, but I didn’t care. I squeezed harder for a few seconds, drawing another long moan from between her parted lips, then I let go. Her hands went to straight to her nipples and she began lightly pinching and rubbing them herself.
Her body was shaking more and more now, and it seemed like she was close to orgasm.
“Look at me, Jessica.” I said.
It seemed like she tried, but she was still screwing up her face in pleasure.
“Slut.” I said, grabbing her jaw, “Look at me.”
She did this time, gazing into my eyes.
“Do you want to cum, Jessica?” I asked.
Her voice came out in a shuddering, shaking breath,
“Yesss…please, I think….I think I’m…Oh God, I’m think I’m close…” she moaned.
“Do it…cum for me.”
Her voice caught in her throat, and her hips began to spasm, breaking her rhythm. She lay back slightly against my cock, forcing the girth further between her folds. She never looked away from me. I wanted her to face me, to look me in the eye so she’d always remember her first orgasm, and who gave it to her.
I reached behind her and grabbed her firm ass hard, digging my fingers in deep. She gave a throaty growl as I thrust my hips forward, providing even more stimulation.
Suddenly, with a loud, shaking squeal, she came. Her hips were still jerking back and forth, continuing the stimulation on my cock. She was panting hard, every other breath coming out in a ragged moan. She was still pinching her nipples, harder now, as hard as I had. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes, her eyes never leaving mine the whole time. As she rode the waves of her orgasm to the end, she let out one final moan, and collapsed against my chest, her head on my shoulder.
I held her for a while, my hands still on her ass, just enjoying the feeling of her warm naked body, still shuddering from the power of her orgasm.
We lay like that for a few minutes. Her pussy was still resting against my erect cock, the bottom of which was now completely coated in her juices. Once the little aftershocks that made her body twitch and quiver had completely stopped, she looked up at me.
I moved my hand up to her head, and idly ran my fingers through her hair a few times.
“Oh my God…that was so…so good…,” she sighed.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head, lips parted slightly, as if to kiss me. I held my hand against her collar bone to stop her. She opened her eyes, confused. She seemed disappointed.
“Get out.” I said.
She suddenly looked terrified.
“Wh…why? I mean…”
She looked down at my cock, still erect between her legs.
“Aren’t you… Don’t you want to…fuck me?” she asked.
I sighed again, and pushed her to the side. She rolled off of me, and turned to face me.
I didn’t look at her.
“I already told you, Jessica, I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
“But…please? Please, I want you to fuck me… I want to feel how…how a real cock-”
I turned sharply to look at her, silencing her. I didn’t want to hear my earlier words repeated back to me.
“No, slut. Not tonight. Get out.”
She bit her lip. She once again looked so desperate. But for once in her God damn life, she didn’t argue.
“OK. I’ll go. Can we do this again? Please?” she said.
“We’ll see…” I said, turning away from her.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. I lay down with my back to her.
She got up and walked to the other side of the bed, towards the door. She got dressed without her underwear, ignoring my sperm on her body. When she was finished, she turned to me.
“What should I do about…you know, the guy I’ve been…?”
She didn’t seem to want to say “boyfriend”. She hadn’t said his name either, I noticed.
I looked at her, and considered it.
“Jessica, you’re not my girlfriend.” I said.
“I know…”, she said with a smile, “I’m your…slut, right?”
She seemed proud of it.
“Look, I don’t give a fuck what you do with that needle dick, or anyone else for that matter. As long as you keep doing what I say, you can fuck whoever you like.”
I really meant this. I knew I didn’t have to tell her not to fuck anyone else, because I knew it wouldn’t matter. She was really obsessed with my cock by now. I doubted she’d even look at another guy. And being with her boyfriend again would only serve to remind her how big I was in comparison.
She seemed uncertain. I got the feeling she wanted to be given a command, something she could do to make me happy, to prove herself, to “earn” my dick, as I’d put it.
“There is one thing you can do for me though…” I started.
Her face lit up. I was right.
“Learn how to give a decent blow job. That was pathetic tonight.” I said, with a touch of disgust in my voice.
Her face fell, but she didn’t reply right away.
“I will.” she said, “I’ll practice, I promise.”
“Good.” I said.
She didn’t leave. It still seemed like she was waiting for something.
“Thank you, for this. Thanks.” she said.
“Was that really your first ever orgasm?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes, definitely.”
I laughed softly.
She hadn’t seemed sure about it before, but now she knew. Whatever faint shadows of pleasure she’d experienced alone, or with her boyfriend, weren’t even close to the real thing. What she’d felt tonight as she humped my huge cock, that was what an orgasm felt like.
“Well, you’re welcome. Now get the fuck out so I can sleep.” I said.
She nodded once. As she turned to leave, I noticed the fading pink marks on her ass that my fingers had made when I grabbed it. She left, closing the door gently behind her.
I lay back and thought about what had just happened. I hadn’t really planned how that had gone. My only real goal had been to make her beg to suck my cock, and that had gone very well. When it came to it, right after that, I knew I could have fucked her. I could have pounded her until she screamed. But I didn’t want to.
I mean, I wanted to, obviously, but on some level it just didn’t feel right. There had to be…more.
I wanted to see her even more degraded. I’d seen her beg, but I wanted to see how desperate she could really get.
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A little Fantasy about my boss’s daughter.
INTRODUCTION: My apologies for all the errors. I hadn’t actually meant to post it when I did. I was still editing when I accidentally posted it. I have been having some computer difficulties. I thank almost everyone for their comments (The exception being the people using stories to post comments looking for chicks? Really! Does that even work??) I am almost done with Chapter 2 (which has some nice twists in it that I hope you’ll like) but stopped to clean up Chapter 1 a little and repost it. I hope that this one is easier to read. Thanks again to all who read and those who commented.
THE SWITCH – CHAPTER ONE
Jessica sat in her room, knuckles white from squeezing the crap out of the small statue she held in her hand. It was the only thing she received from her grandmother’s estate. In fact, it was the only thing she had ever gotten from her mom’s side of the family at all. She barely remembered her grandmother and yet she had made it a point that this little Tiki looking statue go to her granddaughter. It fit perfectly in her hand and she would squeeze it when she got angry. Somehow she always seemed to feel better afterwards. She was so mad at Ryan, her step brother, that she wanted to scream. Their Parents (Jessica’s Father & Ryan’s Mother) were celebrating their one year anniversary and taking a long four day weekend at a vineyard in Northern California, leaving the two of them alone. Their parents left Ryan in charge even though Jessica was two months older, Ryan was the “Responsible One” they said. More like a boring, ass-kissing, frucking Boy Scout oOne, if you asked her. She knew it was a school night and there was no going out on school nights. Those were the rules. No exceptions! Seriously though! Who would know? Their parents were gone and if he didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser.
Ryan, the little goody-two-shoes, said he would tell if she went out. God! she hated living here. Jessica loved the house. I mean what’s not to love right! The house was huge, swimming pool, game room, home theatre! Great neighborhood! It was the people she couldn’t stand. Her Dad marrying “that woman”. She seemed nice enough and was very pretty. She had a good Job as a Nurse. She wasn’t actually mean but, she never let Jessica get away with anything. It was just that Jessica was used to her previous life, where she was allowed to do what ever she wanted for the most part. Her dad had to work long ours to support them. When he was home, Jessica was “Daddy’s Little Girl” and could do no wrong. Even if she did get into trouble, it was never anything that a smile and some dimples couldn’t get her out of. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Don’t even mention having to move to a different school and make new friends. It took her all year to find and infiltrate the “A list” at her new school. Now to be told she could go out with her friends? Jessica was fit to be tied! She had watched enough CSI shows to know she’d never get away with killing him. They always get caught and with her olive complexion she would look horrible in one of the orange jump suits. She had to figure out something. She had tried everything. She even went as far as offering to set him up with one of her girlfriends. He said no! Seriously, her and her friends were easily four of the hottest girls in school and he said no. She figured he must be gay! There could be no other explanation! Jessica figured she would wait till after dinner and then she would try one more time to convince Ryan to let her go out with her friends.
Ryan was in the kitchen making dinner and muttering to himself. “What a selfish, self centered Bitch! She had no respect for their parents or this house.” The only reason they had the house in the first place was because of the lawsuit from the wrongful death of Ryan’s dad. He was a fireman and when his station responded to a structural fire at a local manufacturing plant, they had no idea that the company had not been disposing of their waste chemicals but merely stockpiling them in the basement until business picked up and they could resume having their waste disposed of properly. No one expected the fire and the fire department had no idea the amount of combustibles that were under them when they entered the building. They place went up like a roman candle taking the lives of two fireman in the process. Ryan’s father was one of them. He would gladly trade everything to have his father back. Even if for only one day.
Jessica’s mother ran off when she was just a baby. Apparently, she was a party girl and felt she was too young when she got pregnant with Jessica, So, she left her with her dad and was never heard from again. Ryan was almost 11 when his father died, It was the day before his 11th birthday, Ryan felt sorry for Jessica at times for not having a mother, but that was no excuse for treating her mother like the hired help in her own house.
Ryan had a good, strong relationship with his mother. He talked to her about everything. He had learned that if he did his chores without being told, got good grades, obeyed his mother rules without argument that he was had earned her trust. Ryan was no Boy Scout mind you! Ok! Well technically he was a Boy Scout, when he was younger. But he had also earned a few new merit badges for partying, carousing and just plain old mischief that they never had in the scouts. As long as he told his mother that he was going to a party, and if there was drinking, he had no curfew so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink and drive. He could also call his mother if he needed a ride. Any time of the night from anywhere and he would never be in trouble. Jessica used manipulation and deceit to get what she wanted and mom would catch her in her lies.
When dinner was ready, Ryan called up to Jessica and began to place the food on the table. When Ryan was younger he and his mom used to cook together when she was home. Sometimes they would spend all day cooking so that way they always had food ready for the rest of the week and as he got older they would take turns cooking. Each of them trying to surprise the other with some new or exotic culinary dish. Tonight he made a nice salad with walnuts and dried cranberries followed by the main course of angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini with garlic bread. Nothing too fancy but it was one of Jessica’s favorites! Ok! Maybe he was hoping that this would ease some of the tension from earlier.
Jessica finished washing up and came down stairs for dinner. She immediately noticed that that Ryan had made one of her favorites. She gave a little huff to herself but apparently it was loud enough for Ryan to hear because he raised one eyebrow to her as she sat down. She was still plenty mad at him and wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking that his pathetic attempt at a peace offering was going to work on her. Jessica finished first, rinsed hear plate and placed it in the dishwasher without a word and headed up stairs to her room. Ryan heard her door slam shut.
Ryan had just finished wiping down the table and started the dishwasher when Jessica appeared and judging from her attire she was planning on going out whether she got in trouble or not. Ryan didn’t say a word. He just removed the dish towel from his shoulder and hung it up, walked passed her without so much as looking at her, and turned on the TV. You could feel the tension radiating from every pore of Jessica’s body. Her face became calm and she looked at Ryan with that air of superiority look that he had seen many times before at school, from her and her little “click” of friends, that they would direct at other students and lately she would direct it towards his mother. Jessica’s voice matched her glare to a tee. Obviously something she spent countless hours perfecting. “I am leaving” was all she said. That crap didn’t work with Ryan. He wasn’t about to take the bait. Jessica grabbed the door knob and was about to turn it to leave, when she stopped. She glared at him and spoke again. Aren’t you going to stop me or say anything? Ryan just looked at her calmly and said: “Nope! It’s your choice. I’m not your father and you are aware of the consequences” and just resumed his channel surfing.
Jessica reached into her pocket, squeezing her statue as the anger bubble up inside her. She opened her mouth and blurted the first thing that came to mind. You know, things were better before you and your mom came into our lives! That was it! The last straw! Ryan had had enough! He hated to loose his cool like this. To him anger was emotion over intelligence and usually he was smarter than to allow himself to be pulled down to her level. Please don’t let me stop you from leaving! He shouted to her! That’s when all hell broke loose. Both of them shouting at each other and Jessica dropping the “F” bomb like every third word out of her mouth. As the yelling escalated, the tighter Jessica squeezed the statue in her pocket! The tighter she would squeeze it, the hotter it got, which only help to fuel her own anger. It got to the point were both of them were screaming at the top their lungs at each other, faces beat red with fists clenched tightly. It seemed to go on endlessly, even though it was only for a couple of minutes. Just when their anger seemed to peak, they both seemed to finish their tirade with the exact same sentence! “I wish for once you could see things from my perspective “ As soon as the words left Jessica’s mouth the statue felt as if it was on fire! She released it immediately and it fell to the floor. As it struck the floor, the power went out in the entire house which was immediately followed by a blinding flash of light. Both Ryan and Jessica were knocked off their feet and then everything went dark………..
Ryan woke up feeling as though he’d been hit by a train. All the electricity in the house was out so, he had no idea how long he was unconscious, He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out. Between the pain and the stars he was seeing, he found it difficult to get his bearings. He tried to make his way to the basement. and got turned around a few times and had to double back. Finally, he found the fuse box, ALL the breakers were triggered. So, one by one, he started to reset each breaker. When he finally flipped the last one he heard a scream from upstairs. Ryan panicked and broke out in a run. The scream he heard did not sound like Jessica. Which could only mean that there was someone else in the house? Ryan bounded up the stairs, down the hall and abruptly came to a halt in the Living Room. There would have been nothing that could have compared the shocked look upon his face with the sole exception of the shocked look on the person that now stood before him. Which was himself!!
Jessica woke up when the TV came on. She had one hell of a headache. She felt like she had a hangover with the memory of the good time. She placed her hand on the fireplace to steady herself as she tried to stand. She put her other hand on the mantle and pulled herself upright. The clocks were all flashing so she had no idea how long she was out. Jessica turned to look at herself in the mirror, then looked behind her and then back at the mirror and screamed. She then pinched herself and slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up. She heard the crash of a door followed by running footsteps down the hall. She turned to face the hall that the footsteps were emanating from, and that’s when she went from shock to horror. As she saw herself round the corner and come skidding to a stop directly before her. Doppelganger was the last though Jessica had before passing out.
Ryan glanced at the mirror and saw Jessica’s reflection and not his own right before he saw himself falling and possibly hitting the fireplace, without thinking he sprung forward in an attempt to catch himself before he fell. He got there in time but neglected to take into account that Jessica’s body was not strong enough to lift his own and they both fell backwards onto the carpet. Ryan tried to move himself onto the couch, mumbling to himself the whole time that either Jessica needed to workout more or he needed to lose weight. Trying to move his 6’2” 205 lb. frame with Jessica 5’6” and maybe 115 lb. body was a bitch!
Ryan went into the bathroom grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it. He went into the medicine cabinet and took out the aspirin. He grabbed two for Jessica and two for himself, which he took immediately, He also got some smelling salts,
Ryan went back down stairs and placed the wash cloth on Jessica‘s head, which was actually his head and he did it with his hands which were really Jessica’s!!! This is just way to freaky he thought to himself. I should be wigging out right now or at least passed out next to Jessica, or myself or whatever. Ryan went through most or the house and set the clocks to the correct time and then went back to check on Jessica.
On his way back he stepped on something! Dam that hurt, he thought to himself while rubbing his foot. Wow, Jessica skin is really soft! Ryan’s feet were pretty rough compared to Jessica’s. Being from Southern California he spent a lot of time outside and at the beach, surfing or playing volleyball where you can’t help but get thick skinned. Ryan reached down and retrieved the item from the floor. It was about 3” long and maybe ¾ in diameter little statue that kind of reminded him of the ones he read about on Easter Island. Funny he had never seen it before so he placed it on the end table to avoid stepping on it again. Jessica was still out so he broke open the smelling salts and waved it under her/his nose.
Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin when she inhaled the ammonia smell. The first words out of her mouth were, of course, “What the fuck is going on here?” Jessica was getting more panicked with each passing moment. Ryan, unsure of what to say at this moment, saw the tears welling in her eyes, actually, it was his eyes and he was having a difficult time himself not freaking out. He made a mental note to himself to make sure he didn’t cry in front of anyone. He was hoping that it was just Jessica’s mannerism on his body that made him kind of wimpy. Not a good look for him. Ryan pulled Jessica into him, hugging her and rocking her while gently caressing her head. Ryan pulled a tissue off the end table and handed it to Jessica who took it and started dabbing her eyes with it. As her sobs slowed she said “I must look like a raccoon” and blew here nose. Ryan just said “she looked handsome and that luckily he wasn’t wearing mascara today.” Jessica gave him a light smack on his shoulder; Ryan could actually feel her smiling.
After about ten minutes, Ryan suggested that they get some sleep, it was almost 1:30 in the morning and they had school tomorrow. They were both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jessica tried to argue with him but she lacked the strength and conviction to put up much of a fight. As they walked up stairs, it suddenly occurred to Jessica to ask about the sleeping arrangements. Ryan thought about it for a few moments then suggested that he sleep in her room and she sleep in his. That way if we wake up in our own beds then we would know if we switched back. If not, then nothings changed and we can try to figure out what happened and why with clearer heads. “I don’t know about you” Ryan said. “But I still have a headache.” Jessica nodded in agreement as Ryan helped her to his room. He pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a large soft t-shirt for her to sleep in, Ryan said goodnight and left his room and headed for Jessica’s room.
Jessica was too tired to even think about what happen today. She could barely keep her eyes open. She just stripped off her clothes put on the shorts and shirt Ryan had set out for her and flopped on the bed without even shutting off the light. She had only one fleeting thought as she got comfortable, Boy this bed is comfortable. She would have to sweet talk her Dad into getting her one of these, and then she was asleep.
Ryan walked into Jessica’s room and flipped on the light. Holy Crap! He muttered out loud to himself. The Room was a mess. I appeared that Jessica had tried on several outfits before deciding on the one what he now had on. Each previously outfit that was deemed unworthy was discarded hap-hazzardly on the floor. Ryan was in no mood to deal with this right now so he just flipped off the light and started peeling off clothes. He figured he would just go “commando“, which he usually did in the summer anyway. Everything was fine until he tried to take off the bra. Now it’s one thing to take a girls bra off of her when you were making out. He had done it many times before. Taking one off you was proving to be much more difficult and dangerous than he expected, He fell over twice trying to reach up behind himself with his hand while twisting his upper body. Fed up, Ryan walked across the hall to ask Jessica for help seeing that the light was still on. Jessica? Could you….” was all he got out. He saw himself passed out on the bed. He went over and covered her with a blanket and turned off the light. Ryan, frustrated at this point just pulled the shoulder straps off and slid the bra over his hips and he grabbed the underwear as he passed in one swoop and tossed then on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He crawled into bed and lay on his back and closed his eyes.
After the bra debauchery, Ryan found his mind wandering. The implications of what happened were just known beginning to sink in. He tried to recall all the movies he had seen where they traded bodies. Most were stupid and very unbelievable! Although Ryan had to admit that he found them quite believable now!! There had to be at least a dozen of them. Most with father and sons or mother’s and daughter’s changing places He recalled that one with Rob Snyder, although the title escaped him. He was 15 when he saw it then and remembered thinking what he would do in that situation. Ryan had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl, to be able to have multiple orgasms! When he was 15 it was not uncommon for him the Jack-off 3-4 times a day! If he could’ve had multiple orgasms back then, he doubted he would have ever left his room. EVER!! Now he had more self control than when he was 15 but his fantasy was just as alluring as ever. Even more so now that something, which was so far out of the realm of possibilities, was now at his very finger tips.
Ryan was literally shaking just thinking about touching Jessica’s body, which he now occupied. To feel what a woman feels! He was actually starting to freak himself out. Ryan had only though about Jessica’s body and her looks once and that was the first time he met her almost 2 years ago. She was Hot! But once he found out what a stuck-up brat she was, it turned him off completely! It wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood what the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” meant. Ryan based all his views of women on his observations of his mother. Charlotte, his mother, was a beautiful woman both inside and out. Ryan just assumed that beauty was created inside a person and radiated outward. That beauty was a reflection of the type of person they were, which made everything they did seem beautiful. A balanced of beauty, grace and harmony within one’s self. That was the main reason why Ryan rarely ever dated. He had yet to find someone with that balance that he was looking for. There were girls that he was friends with that had inner beauty but saw themselves as flawed or unattractive, it was their own insecurities that made them less attractive. Not their perceived outward appearance.
Ryan calmed himself and slowly lowered his hands to her breasts. His own excitement and anticipation was causing sensory overload. For no sooner had his fingertips touch her nipples that her body shuddered with what he could only assume was his first orgasm. He couldn’t decide which he was enjoying more? Was it the feel of her nipples between his fingertips or the feel of his soft fingers playing with her nipples? He released her nipple from his left hand and trailed is fingers down between her breasts, down over her stomach. He was panting softly as he stopped just above her mound. She had her pubic hair trimmed short in a long narrow landing strip. His toes were curling with anticipation. Ryan took his middle finger and placed at the very bottom of her slit and pushed in ever so gentry. As soon as he did that, he felt a small trickle of fluid run down between his cheeks. “Oh My God!” Ryan gasped. With all the new sensations he was having, he hadn’t realized that he was soaking wet. He brought his finger to his lips and he tasted himself. It tasted sweet with a slight tang to it. He had performed oral sex before; in fact he quite enjoyed it. There was nothing like the feeling he got from giving a girl multiple orgasms. Like snow flakes, no two tasted alike.
Ryan move his finger back to the bottom of her labia and gently eased up her slit. His right hand still gently tweaking and pinching her right nipple. As his finger drew nearer to her clit, Ryan used a little more pressure sinking in a little farther and gave a slight flick to her clit as his finger slid over it. That was all it took. His hips raised up instinctively causing even more pressure. His body convulsed and shook uncontrollably as he felt like he was being electrocuted with pure pleasure. It wasn’t until now that he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. Between his lungs gasping for air and his body still twitching from the orgasm, he felt as though he might pass out. Ryan just lay their catching his breath.
Holly Shit! He thought to himself, this was better than he had ever imagined and he hoped he was just getting started. Ryan definitely wanted to figure out what had caused this bizarre phenomenon but, all sense of urgency was gone. He definitely needed time to explore this further. There was a large wet spot beneath him but, he didn’t care. He just rolled over to one side and closed his eyes and actually fell asleep smiling.
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I couldn’t take my eyes off of her hips the first time I saw her. She had come to the office for an interview. I followed her into my office and I enjoyed the sway as we walked. We both sat down much to my disappointment. I could have asked her ass the interview questions and I wouldn’t have minded if it didn’t answer any. I found her breasts an adequate distraction from my thoughts about her ass.
I stumbled around with my interview questions as I tried to keep my eyes from wandering to her cleavage. She came off as fairly assertive but it seemed that there was something else lurking behind those dark brown eyes. I wouldn’t find out for another 6 months about her desire to be sexually submissive and her history with submitting.
My loyalties and my drive were questioned by the home office, so I was showed the door. But I enjoyed watching her move around the office for those 6 months. Tall with full breasts that she was not afraid to promote from time to time with a low cut blouse. She knew the power of her body to catch mens’ eyes. She invested heavily in tight jeans that would utilize her junk-in-the-trunk to maximum effect. I could see the other guys heads turning almost involuntarily when she went to the copy machine or the break room. It seems the guys were mesmerized by her sweet, curvy ass as much as I still am.
Upon finding out about my imminent exit from the company my coworkers organized a quick going away party for me at a nearby restaurant. As the evening lingered on I found myself sitting across from Reyna and wondering about how those breasts would feel cupped in my hands. How her big were her nipples. What shade were they? Did she like them pinched hard?
Soon it was just the two of us in the booth and the candor that comes mixed in the bottom of the third shooter of Jameson’s whiskey began to work its spell. She lowered her voice (more lowered her head – that third Jameson’s also has the effect of thinking you are lowering your voice when you are really just making a physical gesture akin to telling a secret) and she said “I really like you.” I looked at her unsure of what level of “like” she might be going to. “I mean I really like you” she said as her brown eyes cut deeply into mine. She squeezed my thigh for emphasis. “I really like you too” I replied. She paused for several moments. We talked a while longer. The conversation veered into the risqu?She told me about how she had lived in New York and had a relationship with a man who had made her his sex slave. She described it as the most intense sexual experience of her life. He would tease her for days on end and not let her cum while she serviced his every sexually whim.
Let me tell you more about my gorgeous submissive. She is of Korean, Greek, and unknown Caucasian American decent. She is about 5’10” tall with long wavy black hair. As I mentioned before, she has an ass that doesn’t stop . Full breasts – d cups. Olive skin, dark brown eyes, and a beautiful mouth with colorful full lips. Her heritage gives her an exotic look that grabs guys’ attention quickly.
We reached a break in the conversation and she excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned I stood to let her back into the booth. She pressed close to me and rubbed her tits on my arm as she looked into my eyes for a reaction. I smiled as I felt my reaction straining at the front of my pants. After a few more minutes I reached a resolution in my mind: I had not been in a dominant/submissive relationship before but I thought I was very willing to give it a try – especially with one so eager and so hot. It was late on a Friday night and I was formulating a plan for the weekend. She was leaning forward on the table. I reached under the table and found the bottom of her right breast. I cupped it. Then I surprised her – and myself a little. I grabbed the underwire on the bottom of her bra and gave it a sharp tug upward. This freed her breast under her shirt. I grabbed her breast again. This time I could feel the heft of it. I squeezed hard and looked at the shock in her eyes. “Meet me at Dillard’s department store parking lot on Lincoln Avenue tomorrow at 3p.m. and wear that short skirt you sometimes where in the office. You know – the black one. We are going shoe shopping” I told her. “I would also like you to wear something low cut. We need to get these babies some air.” I squeezed her tit and ran my finger across her nipple. She seemed speechless. She nodded agreement. “Good. Then it is all set.” With that I gave her nipple a tweak and walked out of the restaurant.
The following day was a beautiful, blue-sky summer day. I awoke with anticipation for what was to come. I considered jerking off in the shower, but decided I would wait. I had difficulty keeping my mind occupied until our meeting. I arrived at the store parking lot right at 3 p.m. She was waiting there in her car. I walked to her car door and stood and looked at her. She opened the door and stepped out. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing the skirt I had told her to wear and a low cut blouse that showed a great deal of cleavage. “Hi” she said with a nervous laugh. “Hello” I responded. “What do you have on under that skirt?” I asked. “A pink thong” she replied with a hint of pride. “Take it off” I instructed her. “But,bu…” she sputtered. “Take it off” I told her. “Right now? Here in the parking lot?” she asked as she looked around the parking lot for other activity. “Yes, right here and now” I told her. She took another quick glance around the parking lot and then hiked up her skirt and hitched her thumbs around the waist band of the thong. She bent over as she pulled it down to her ankles. As she bent over I slipped my hand under the back hem of her skirt and put it firmly between her thighs. I slid my hand up until it met the slippery sweetness of her pussy. She paused while holding her thong around her ankles. I slid my index finger back and forth across her pussy lips and then across her asshole. I could feel the anticipation and nervousness quivering through her thighs as I stroked her. I pulled my hand out and let her continue removing her thong. She turned to hand me her thong. Her face was flushed from bending over, but also from me feeling her sweet spot. I took her thong from her and tucked it in my pocket. I took her arm and we proceeded into the store. I located the shoe department on a store map and we began walking that way. I took the opportunity to check out her lovely breasts as we walked. The giggled and danced a little under her loose, low-cut blouse. She noticed my stares and blushed a little.
When we arrived at the shoe department everything was as I had planned. The same young man was there from the previous week when I had stopped in men’s shoes to buy a new pair of dress shoes. This guy was having to cover the men’s and ladies shoe departments by himself on Saturday afternoons apparently. He was a bit bookish looking. A computer nerd who was trying to be cool. Hoping to get laid at some point, but probably spending his nights alone with his internet connection and his right hand to help him through. I imagine if I would have looked closely I would have seen the muscles of his right forearm bulging from nightly workouts. He could probably be a very decent looking young man if someone would spend a little time with him.
We approached the chairs in the ladies shoe area and I pointed to a set of chairs that faced toward the back of the department. “Can I help you find something?” The young man said as he approached us. His nametag said “Mark”. “Well Mark, This beautiful lady needs some shoes” I told him. “Great, do you have anything particular in mind?” he asked. I deferred to Reyna: “What do you like?” I asked. She thought a moment and then started telling Mark what she wanted. “Do you know your size?” Mark asked her. “You should probably check” I told him. He grabbed his sizing board and knelt at Reyna’s feet. I could see him glance quickly at her bare legs. He was very business-like as he tried to assess her foot size. I reached my hand between Reyna’s thighs and tapped lightly inside each as an indication for her to spread her legs a bit. She caught on quickly and spread her legs. This movement caused Mark to lose his read on the board. He began to look up and ask Reyna to hold her foot still. As he did I could tell he caught a good glimpse up her skirt. Her cheeks reddened. I couldn’t tell how far he saw, but he diligently continued his head motion upward to meet her eyes. Color began to rise in his cheeks so I could tell he at least got to see most of her thighs if not more. “OK, let me go get a few pairs to start with” Mark said as he turned and disappeared into the back room.
As he disappeared I reached over and cupped Reyna’s left breast in my hand and squeezed. “You look very hot today, slave” I told her. Her eyebrows raised as the word “slave” registered in her mind. I could feel her heart begin to race as I held her breast and pinched her nipple through her bra. “Stand up” I commanded. She stood. “Now pull your skirt up more” I instructed her. She pulled it up two inches. “More” I insisted. She pulled up even more. “OK, now hold it and sit down” I told her. She did as I told her. I knelt in front of her to see if we had accomplished my desired effect. “Now keep your legs spread more” I said. When I looked now it was as if she might not have been wearing anything at all. If Mark had eyes, and he did, he couldn’t help but see all of her lovely pussy when he knelt to help her try on her shoes. Mark returned and pulled a pair or strappy, high-heeled shoes from a box. He knelt in front of Reyna and undid the strap. Then he glanced at her legs. This time he paused as his eyes passed over Reyna’s legs and crotch. More color rose in his cheeks as he tried to look away. He tried to look just at Reyna’s feet or the floor – anything else. But he couldn’t help himself for long. Soon he was stealing another glance at her crotch. Then he looked at her. She smiled at him. He looked at me. I smiled at him. He glanced back down at her crotch and then tried to do the buckle on the strap on her shoe as his hands trembled. “Easy there big guy” I said to him. His hands continued to shake as his face grew a little more flushed. Finally he was able to secure the buckle around the back of Reyna’s ankle. She extended her leg in front of him so she could see how the shoe looked on her foot. Doing so spread her legs even a little more as she nearly rested her calf on Marks bent knee. He got a good long look as she looked at the shoe. “I think need the other one on” she said. Mark grabbed the other show from the box. The poor guys hands continue to shake, but he seemed to be getting bolder in his glances at Reyna’s pink box. I shocked them both by reaching between Reyna’s leg and rubbing my hand across her sweet cunt. Mark stared. Reyna’s initial reaction was to resist and try to pull her thighs together. “Spread ‘em” I said as I looked deep into her eyes. She resisted a moment more and then spread her thighs far apart. I continued to rub her pussy as Mark watched. Her pussy began to get very wet. She closed her eyes. “Do you want to try?” I asked Mark. He was stunned at first. He stammered a little. “You don’t get these chances twice in a lifetime” I prodded him. I hot chick with her legs spread and nothing on. Come on.” He moved forward and placed his hand on her thigh. I moved my hand away. He hesitated again and then cupped his hand over her mound. He began to move his whole hand over her pussy. The curls of her black pubic hair sprouted between his fingers. I reached over and grabbed Reyna’s left breast again. Her heart was pounding as Mark explored different ways to touch her and I pinched and squeezed her tits. Mark got his courage up and inserted his middle finger into Reyna. She gasped a little. He began moving his finger in and out of her. Then he inserted a second finger and continued to move in and out of her. After several minutes of this I decided it might be time for a quick anatomy lesson for Mark. I showed him Reyna’s clit and told him to rub that with his other hand as he finger fucked her. Mark began to rub her clit as I had showed him. Reyna was approaching climax. Then we all heard other customers approaching Mark’s department. Mark pulled his hands away and I told Reyna to straighten up a little. Mark excused himself to help the other customers. We told him we would return again. I could see the disappointment in his eyes as we quickly left the shoe department. We did return again, but that is another story.
Reyna and I returned to the parking lot and approached my car. I held the passenger side door open to my car. She sat down and began to swing her legs into the car. I stopped her and pulled her legs back out. I grabbed her knees and pushed them apart. I told her to touch herself. She began to rub her pussy as I massaged her tits. ‘Who’s tits are these slave?” I asked her. On queue she said “yours master”. “Who’s pussy is that?” I asked. “Your pussy” she replied. “What can I do with that pussy?” I asked her. “Whatever you want” she replied. “That’s right” I said. “And, who’s ass is this?” I said as I moved my hand down to rub her asshole. “Yours master” she whispered. “I didn’t hear you” I said. “Your ass too master” she replied. “Good” I said.”Now, you can cum when I say you can cum and not before. Do you understand?” “Yes” she replied with a satisfied smile. “Good, now lick your fingers clean” I commanded her. She did as told. I stood in front of her door and pulled her face against the crotch of my jeans. I pressed her lips firmly against my swollen cock. “Now if you are a good girl today, I might let you taste this later. Would you like that?” I asked her. “Yes, I would love to taste your cock. “Good, that is my girl. Now you must always do as I say without hesitating or questions. Do you understand?” I asked. “Yes” came her meek reply. “Good, now turn around and lift your skirt and show me your ass. You resisted me and hesitated one too many time in there for me. I need you to do what I say. This is a reminder of what could happen should you not obey me” I told her. She offered up her ass. I slapped her ass cheeks until they began to turn red. After her ass cheeks were sufficiently red I felt her pussy. It was wetter than before. “Did you like that spanking?” I asked her “Yes,very much” she cooed. She was approaching climax again just from a few strokes. I brought her close to the edge of getting off. Then I stopped abruptly. I could tell she wanted desperately to stick her hand between her legs and finish herself off right there in the middle of the parking lot with her ass sticking out the side of my passenger side. She looked to me for permission to get off. I said nothing. She breathed deeply a few times. I could tell she was having trouble getting herself under control. After a few more deep breathes I told her to pull her skirt back down and sit down. I again grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth to the front of my jeans. My cock strained against the fabric between it and her sweet mouth. I wanted to just pull it out and stick it down her throat right there. “Remember, If you are good today, you might get to taste this” I reminded her. I pulled away from her and closed the door on her side. I moved around the back of the car and paused for a moment to make sure I could keep from walking back there and sticking my cock in her mouth. I regained my composure. I got in the car and we headed for a local bar.
We went in to the bar and I told her she needed to flash at least one guy before we left. We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of Jameson’s. I quietly reminded her of her task. She picked a guy and pointed him out to me. I waited for her plan. We had several drinks and I continued to wait for her to flash him. Finally I told her it was time to go. She walked boldly over to where he was sitting. She grabbed her top and pulled it up and exposed her tits to him. The plan was so bold and audacious that hardly anyone noticed except for the guy she flashed and one other guy. Sometimes the easy place to hide something is out in the open. The look of shock on the guys face was priceless. Reyna turned to me with a triumphant smile and we quickly left the bar. We walked to a nearby restaurant. Her assignment in the restaurant was fairly simple. She needed to show the waiter her bare tits before we left also. I was eagerly anticipating how she was going to pull this one off. I complimented her on the bold moves in the bar.
While we considered what to order Reyna undid the top button on her blouse. She was now showing a lot of cleavage. She wanted to get the attention of the waiter right away. When he did take our order he had a difficult time looking away from Reyna’s chest. After we ordered Reyna excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned I noticed she had removed her bra. Her tits were now hanging and swinging freely as she walked. Even when she talked they bounced and giggled happily under the thin fabric of her blouse. When the waiter returned later with our food I looked over at Reyna. She had managed to undo all but the bottom button of her blouse. She leaned forward and maneuvered such that her blouse gapped open and her right breast was plainly visible. The waiter took his time delivering our meal and asked several times if he could get us anything else. He left and Reyna buttoned a few more buttons on her blouse. Needless to say – we received superb service from the wait staff for the rest of the evening. The waiter was very attentive to our every want and sent a few of his bus boy and waiter buddies on site seeing tours by our table. None got the fabulous view the he got, but most got a very decent peek at cleavage or hard nipples.
At dessert I reminded Reyna that her assignment was to expose her breasts to the waiter – not just one breast. She asked if we could trade sides of the table so that she could work the gap trick again. “No” I replied. “You will have to find a different plan”. As the waiter approached our table with the bill Reyna undid all the buttons on her blouse and opened her blouse while facing the waiter. She shook her breasts back and forth and then looked at me for approval. I nodded. The waiter stood with mouth open. Fortunately for us we were in a secluded booth in the restaurant. He took payment and we left the restaurant.
We went to a nearby hotel. I told Reyna to wait in the bar of the hotel lobby. I told her to order herself a drink. I returned a few minutes later and told her she needed to wait 15 minutes and then go to room 815. There she was to strip completely naked and kneel at the door. She was to place the blindfold I was giving her on her eyes and to knock on the door and wait for what was next.
I went to the room and got set-up and waited. A knock came at the door. I looked through the peephole. I could see Reyna’s naked body kneeling in front of the door. Her eyes covered with a blindfold. I decided to make her wait a few minutes in the hall. Then I opened the door and led her in still on her knees. I slapped her ass hard a couple of times. I felt her pussy to make sure she was good and wet. I pinched both of her nipples hard between my fingers. I slapped her ass again. “Open your mouth” I said. I grabbed the back of her head. Reyna had been good. She got to taste my cock. It felt so good as I pushed it deep in her mouth.
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I did not originally write this story, I found it on a free site and enjoyed it. However there were gaps in the original that needed filling and in my opinion places that needed modifying, and of course the original stopped short. And along with adding chapters of my own, another story or two by the same writer I’ve changed and combined, I think it’s a much better story. Parts may seem a little overboard, but knowing human nature and how women can be very vindicate, I don’t think so. You’ll see. I been to the writer’s web site and checked for more, he hadn’t posted anything in over 5 years. So I began finishing the story. Hope you enjoy my version of “Harry loves You”
WPL
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Part one: The Discovery.
The walls resounded with her quiet screams, as Hermione climaxed. Ron, still pounding relentlessly into her body, had a few more minutes before he would join her.
Hermione was aching and sore, when Ron finally erupted in his own orgasm.
Ron had returned home early that afternoon, from a road trip to Ottawa with the Cannons. He’d greeted her with a deep, intense, almost savage kiss, tasting strongly of Old Ogden’s, pulled her into the bedroom, where he’d stripped off her dress, tossed her onto the bed and plowed right in.
The sex had been brutally hard and fast, more than a little painful, and actually, somewhat enjoyable, though. Ron had enjoyed it more than Hermione had, he does even if she don‘t, which she hated.
As he always did, Ron pulled out of her immediately, and rolled off to lie panting, at her side. He hated the feel of her around him after he came. Says the tip of his cock is too sensitive! Hermione gasped in shock as the cooler air of the room caressed her sweaty skin. She always hated the feeling of loss when he pulled out so abruptly. Ron didn’t seem to care. She hated that, too, but hey, Ron loved her. Surely that was worth putting up with a few inconveniences in their relationship. (Somehow, though, she was the one who usually ceded.)
As Ron lay back he closed his eyes and smirked in satisfaction. Inwardly, he was chanting: ‘I get something Harry, doesn’t!’ over and over.
Hermione watched him grinning nastily, as he began the short slide into unconsciousness. She thought she knew why, but wasn’t certain. “What’s so cool?” She asked, softly slyly, as she absently cast a cleaning charm on both herself and the bed under her. ‘No wet spot tonight!’
“Hmmm?” Ron answered, sleepily. “Oh, nothin’. I just get something Harry wants!” He murmured in a singsong voice.
“Really? What?” Hermione kissed him gently, stroking his brow. Ron wasn’t the only one who could be devious. She was rather put out that Ron would say something so boorish, but she suddenly felt he was hiding something she really needed to hear.
“You.” He murmured, sleepily.
‘Harry wants me?’ Hermione was rather surprised. Not what she expected! In sixth year, Ron had told her that Harry was gay. However, she frequently wondered. He’d never been seen with men, except for the occasional, overly-grainy photograph in The Daly Prophet or some of the other ‘yellow rags’, that could have been any two men.
Mmmhmmm. Keep doing that, woman!”
‘Woman?’ Hermione had to forcibly restrain herself from tearing Ron’s throat out. Fortunately for him, her self-control held. Instead, she continued her probing, she wanted to hear more about Harry. She was an accomplished legilimens, but had long ago shied away from reading the thoughts of her friends. It just wasn’t proper!
“How do you know?” She purred, stroking his hair, now. Ron sighed in pleasure.
“Mmmmm. He’s wanted you for ages.” His words were beginning to slow, as his body relaxed from the strenuous activity of moments before and the alcohol. “He told me, way back in sixth year he wanted you to be his girl. Even gave me a letter to you.”
‘Really?’ “I don’t remember a letter.”
“Eeh! I threw it into the fire. Then I told him you came to me, and said you wanted me and not him!” Ron chuckled nastily in his near-sleep. “Stupid prat bought it, full package!”
Hermione stiffened, in outrage. Then immediately forced her body to relax, she needed to hear more, covering her response by shifting a leg over his.
She continued her gentle interrogation. “Why didn’t he ever say anything?”
“Harry?” He snorted, sleepily. “Harry’s too bloody noble! He knows you belong to me! He’d never even consider poaching!” He yawned, and snuggled down into the pillow. “Pull that quilt up, wouldja?”
Hermione bent and pulled up the heavy comforter, to cover Ron. She regretfully recalled it was the one Harry had bought for them, when they’d moved in together.
“Thanks. He’s like that, y’know. He won’t do shit! Stupid prat!”
Hermione was fuming! How dare Ron do this to Harry…to her! How could he?
Then, another thought struck her. A really nasty one, that she knew would hurt her if she knew the answer was as she expected, but would hurt her far more if she didn’t. She needed to find for sure. She gathered her vaunted Gryffindor courage and asked: “What do your other girls think of it?”
“Hmmm.” Ron answered almost asleep. “They donnow. “…’d kill me for fucking over the great Harry…” He yawned again. “…Potter.” He fell silent, and soon began to snore.
Hermione sat up in the bed, stood and rushed into the bathroom. She cast a silencing charm on the room, bent over the toilet, and vomited. Then she sank down onto the cold tiles, and finally gave vent to the tears of betrayal that had demanded release. Now she knew why Ron never ask her to marry, he never loved her, just used her as his shag toy. ‘Fowl dirty bastard‘ She needed a shower she felt dirty and scrubbed and scrubbed as the tears flowed . The water turned cold, Her body pink almost red from scrubbing, she got out of the shower. And as she dried herself she decided.
Ron, oblivious to her pain, rattled on. “I got something Harry wants” She barely heard as she walked out the door.
Harry Potter sat in the lounge, carefully plucking put a tune on the Mandolin he’d found when he’d returned to Godric’s Hollow. It had been his father’s, bought in an attempt to impress his mother. Needless to say, one cannot be impressed by someone holding a musical instrument unless said person actually knows how to play it.
After the battle that had claimed so many lives, Harry went into seclusion. He’d held himself to blame for the actions of others for so long, it was second nature to him. Rather than glorying in the accolades of the wizarding populace, he’d made a brief statement, and vanished. Less than a dozen knew where he lived.
He’d surveyed the damage done to the cottage, where he lived with his parents, where they died, so long before, and rather than moving into another of his properties to live, decided to rebuild here. Almost a year of hard work, most done by himself, or with the help of his friends, and the cottage was done.
Now, he struck a sour note as someone rang his doorbell. Sighing, he set the mandolin on the sideboard. Stretching, out the kinks in his neck, as he went to the front door. He somehow knew who it would be. Very few were allowed past the wards that protected his home, one especially, the one he longed for.
Harry opened his door to find a very wet and very angry Hermione Granger standing on his porch.
“Hermione! What’s wrong? You’re dripping wet! You must be frozen! You’re shivering! Why didn’t you apparate? You know the wards are keyed to you!”
“I couldn’t, Harry. She growled. “I had to think.”
Harry was stunned. “What’s wrong, luv?”
He stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her in a loving embrace, then guided her into his home. Hermione sighed at his touch, as she normally did, but remained silent as usual too. Harry drew her into the entry hall, where he took her coat and hat, hung them on the rack and had her stand while he pulled off her soaked shoes and socks. He flung them onto the drying grate. Hermione knew Dobby or Winky would take these things and clean them properly, but just now, she was far too angry to care much for the rights of house-elves.
“You and Ron had a row?” Harry asked. He didn’t wait for a reply. “That’s too bad. Listen, why don’t you go in and relax in a hot bath and get into some fresh clothing. I’ll make us some dinner, and then we can talk about what’s wrong.” He hated to see her in pain, if it wouldn’t hurt her more he would kick Ron’s arse, but she was his, sadly.
Harry escorted her up the stairs and gently pushed her towards the suite he always kept ready for her. He kept one for Ron as well, but Ron had never availed himself of the offer. Hermione had, more than a few times, when she and Ron had rowed, or for when she was really lonely, as Ron was on the road a lot with the Cannons. Harry had always been a shoulder for her to cry on, never judging, just always being there. Hermione loved that Harry was always there for her, ready to comfort her, without asking anything in return, now she understood why, not want she had been taking for granted all this time, but something deeper. She had planned to find out if her feelings were right and to rectify the situation if so. She hoped she was right and hadn’t waited too long.
She entered her room and stripped off her sopping clothing, tossing them into the basket by the door. Dobby appeared in front of her, his tiny hands covering his enormous green eyes. She smiled as the house-elf tried to protect her modesty. Kneeling before the diminutive creature, she gently but firmly pulled his hands away.
“Dobby! We’re not even of the same species!” She insisted. “You can look at me naked. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
“Dobby thanks Miss Hermyninny Grangers…” The tiny elf squeaked. “…but Mister Harry Potter sir, tells Dobby that Dobby must never do anything that will make Miss Hermioninny Grangers uncomt…uncomfert…uncomterf…feel odd!”
“Uncomfortable?” Hermione soothed.
“Yes!” Dobby squeaked. “Uncomfterbal! So Dobby hides his eyes! Mistress Narcissa Malfoy would always have Dobby tightly bind his eyes! ‘Twas most uncomfterbal!”
“I can quite imagine it was.” Hermione returned. “Well, I don’t want you to do any such thing, Dobby. I am not Narcissa Malfoy. I assume you have drawn me a bath?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Hermyninny Grangers. Dobby has drawn a bath, for you’s to unlax in. Mister Harry Potter sir, says to tell you, dinner will be along in under an hour. Winky is most put out. Mister Harry Potter sir, is doing the cooking! The master of the house is not supposed to be doing the cooking! That is what we house elves is for!”
Dobby also seemed rather put out by Harry’s actions.
Much to his surprise, Hermione leaned forward and engulfed him in a warm and tender embrace. He resisted for a second or three, but then relaxed into her arms. Shortly, he began to…well, purr…is the closest thing she could liken it to. Several minutes later, Hermione relaxed her embrace and kissed the little elf on the top of his head, and then spoke quietly.
“You are so sweet, Dobby. Will you ask Winky to come see me?”
When Hermione had released the little elf, he nodded rapidly, his overlarge ears flapping as he did, gathered up her wet clothing and popped away. Hermione noticed he no longer made the loud and rather distinctive ‘crack’ he used to.
She smiled indulgently and walked into her bathroom.
Harry had gone all-out building her private bath. She never thought about it before, why Harry had. He’d consulted with her closely and had arranged it just to her liking. She loved her bath.
The room was almost as big as her bedroom. One wall was almost entirely glass, and curved inward over the top so the occupant could watch the sunset, or the night sky. The tub, built in to the wall just below the glass, was large enough for two people to be comfortable, yet not extravagant. At the foot of the tub, there was a much smaller tub, only a foot deep and about one and a half square. It was set below a nicely made seat, and equipped with many small jets so the user could soak and soothe tired feet.
The separate shower stood just to one side of the center of the room, and was rather larger than she was used to, but its shape, a large glassed-in circle with one sliding glass door covering the entrance, required its size. She found it to be quite large enough for three people to shower together. Four, if they were friendly…more if they were very friendly. The shower, and to a slightly lesser extent, the tub, were the main focal points of the room. The toilet and bidet were off to the side, on a raised shelf, partially shielded by a shoulder-high rock wall.
On the exposed side of the wall, a wide countertop with a large oval sink waited. Three fold out mirrors, hung over a separate vanity table, next to it. Behind the mirrors, hid cupboards for medicines or cosmetics. Hermione had her essentials there.
Hidden speakers in the four corners of the room provided gentle music. Just then, they were playing a selection of Andean reed-flutes and accompanied by some sort of shaken rhythm instruments. It sounded like nature herself was singing to her. Harry built this Bath, Her Bath, Just for Her.
Hermione sighed blissfully as she eased herself slowly into the steaming bath. Just as the fragrant water reached her nipples, causing them to pucker tightly, Winky popped into the room, bearing a fine silver-chased crystal goblet, of her favorite red wine.
Like Dobby, she appeared without sound. Hermione wondered if they had been able to do so previously. She would imagine that it was a tiny bit of rebellion against cruel or uncaring masters. Winky handed the glass to Hermione who sipped, savoring the wine with delight. This was truly a wonderful wine, rich, slightly sweet, and flavorful. Just the way she liked it. Harry kept a cellar stocked with wines meant to be drunk, not hoarded.
“Winky greets Miss Hermione Granger. Dobby tells Winky, Miss Hermione Granger wishes to see Winky.”
“Hello, Winky.” She greeted. “That is a lovely dress.” Winky wore a sarong, made from a wrapped length of subtly patterned cloth. Hermione had long grown used to seeing Dobby wearing clothing, but it was only when Harry had formally taken Winky into his household that she wore them without protest. Harry, as master, could dictate to her the uniform of the house. He’d given her several choices as to the types of clothing before accepting her, insisting a household uniform be worn. Together, as a group, they’d hammered out the uniform variations for each season, for both her and Dobby. Any new elves taken in, would also be required to wear the same things. This way, it would be required uniforms, rather than clothing, per se.
Winky lowered her face, flushing brightly and shrugged her shoulders in pleasure at the complement.
Now it was time, “Can you tell me anything about Harry’s girlfriend?” Hermione asked, carefully. “I know so little about her. I’d really like to know what kind of girl she is, if I’m to meet her. I’d like to know what her likes and dislikes are, where she prefers to go to eat, what kind of wine she enjoys, that sort of thing.”
“Miss Hermione Granger…” Winky seemed more than a bit surprised at the request. “Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.” Winky continued in a softer voice: “Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome and inside sad.”
“No girlfriend?” Hermione was shocked. Despite what Ron had told her as to Harry’s sexual orientation, she knew there were thousands of witches, and wizards, out there who would be proud to call Harry their boyfriend, gay or not.
Also, he’d assured them many times, that he was dating this witch or that, even thought Ron always said after Harry left “it was a sham“. The scandal sheets had him picked out as the world’s biggest Casanova, leaving broken hearts behind him in a long trail of tears. Which she never really believed. Ron laughed “Casanova was a raving fairy“
. huh… ‘inside sad??’
“What about the girls Harry bring home?” she ask, not sure she wants an answer.
“Master Harry Potter never bring any girl, you only one who comes here”
Harry never brings any girl here, humm interesting. Just me…. She continues
“I always thought he was rather popular with the ladies. Especially after he killed Voldemort…” Winky interrupted Hermione by yelping in terror and dashing across the room to hide, trembling, behind the rock wall shielding the bidet.
“I’m terribly sorry, Winky.” Hermione stammered an apology for her blunder. “I forget there are those who still don’t say his name. Please come out.”
Winky anxiously peered around the wall, and seeing no identifiable dark lord, sidled out from her hiding place and across the room to Hermione’s side. She looked around, as if seeking the dark lord. Hermione smiled gently.
Hermione knelt in the tub, leaned out and gathered Winky to her in a warm, comforting hug. After a few moments of resistance, the little elf relaxed and cuddled into her, almost purring, much as Dobby had done.
When she felt Winky had relaxed enough, Hermione sat back and continued her gentle interrogation.
“Surely there must be a special girl for Harry.” She prompted gently. “Someone he thinks of? Maybe one whose picture is on his bed table?”
“Oh, no, Miss Hermione Granger!” Winky answered, shaking her head sadly. “They is only pitchurs of you’s, at Master Harry Potter’s bedside!”
“Me?” In a way, Hermione was shocked, pleasantly surprised, but shocked, however also felt a slow warming flow thru her. Had Harry denied himself the pleasure of a woman, because he wanted her, and only her, and would not compromise. She was also extremely pleased, for the same reason. Smiling, she raised the glass to her lips. Maybe there’s still time.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky thinks Master Harry Potter loves miss, but Master Harry Potter is afraid master will ruin you’s love with mister Ronald Wheezy if he…”
she stopped then continued “Winky once heard Master Harry Potter say: “He would cut it off, before he would hurt you two!”
Hermione choked at this. The wine, so smooth a second before, now bit harshly into her unprotected airway. Hermione dropped the crystal goblet into the tub as she coughed violently. Winky immediately began to pound firmly on Hermione’s naked back. When she insisted she would recover, the tiny creature desisted.
Hermione sifted around under the foam, until she found the crystal wine glass. She placed it on the edge of the tub, sighing regretfully at its loss. It had been a very nice wine!
“Is that a bad thing?” Winky questioned, innocently.
If Hermione had been drinking again, she would have choked once more. Turning her head sharply to stare at the elf, she sputtered: “Hell, yes, that would be a bad thing! That would be horrible!”
Winky started, and took a step back fearing Hermione’s reaction. Although the crouch was not nearly as bad as for the Malfoy’s, she’d also been struck in the service of her Dobby’s former master.
Noticing her fear, Hermione spoke softly. “Please, Winky, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I hope you know that. You surprised me”
“Winky knows. Miss was rather odd, until you’s learned the reason for house- elves bondment. Now that you’s understands, you’s is a kind and lovey human.”
“Thank you, Winky. I appreciate that. I also thank both you and Dobby for finally setting me right on that issue. I still don’t think humans were meant to own others, but as you said, if a house elf is not bonded to a person or household, the elf will eventually die of magical depletion.”
“No we doesn’t. We dies ’cause we loses our magic.” Winky corrected.
“I understand, Winky.” Hermione laughed softly. “I said the same thing, but I said it a different way.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to me, Miss Hermione Granger.
“You are quite welcome. Now, back to what we were discussing. Yes, it would be a terrible thing for
Harry to ‘cut it off’, rather than cause me, or Ron unhappyness. You do know what the ‘it’ he was referring to, is, don’t you?”
“Winky is not sure…” She seemed embarrassed, she did notice the cold way miss Hermione said Ron.
“Winky, you and Dobby are mates, right?”
“Oh, yes! We is!” Winky positively glowed with happiness. Hermione grinned at the house elf’s visible happiness.
“Winky if it’s not too personal a question, when you and Dobby make love…” Hermione hesitated at the questioning stare she was getting. “Erm…When you and Dobby mate…” She smiled at the sudden understanding that flashed across Winky’s face. “…well, does he have a ‘something’ that goes inside you?”
“Oh, yes, but ’tis only when we is in season. We is not like you’s. Witches and wizards is in season all the time. Elves is in season only twice in a year. That is when mates is joined, where new elves comes from.”
“OK. When you are in season, Dobby has something he puts into you and that is how elf babies are begun.”
“Yes.” Winky answered. She rocked from one foot to the other. Thinking her tired, Hermione invited her to sit on the edge of the tub. Winky politely refused, but the rocking stopped.
“Well, Winky….” Hermione explained. “…for humans, because we are in season all the time, so you said, the act itself, is quite pleasurable. We enjoy it a great deal. If Harry were to cut his penis off, he would not only be in considerable pain, but he would also deny himself sexual pleasure for the rest of his life. We cannot regrow body parts, I’m afraid.”
Winky got it. “So, Master Harry Potter would instead cause he forever pain before he hurt you’s and mister Ronald Wheezy.”
“That’s about it, I’m afraid. What he doesn’t know, is that tonight, Ron let slip something, without meaning to. Something I hadn’t known. Something he’s hidden from me for several years.”
“That he throwed Master Harry Potter’s letter to you’s into the fire?”
“Yes! How did you know?” Hermione looked at the elf surprisely,
“Dobby saw Master Harry Potter and mister Ronald Wheezy talking that night.” Winky explained. “Dobby saw Master Harry Potter give a letter to mister Ronald Wheezy, and ask him to give it to you’s. Then he saw mister Ronald Wheezy throw it into the fire as soon as Master Harry Potter left, to go to the come and go room. Dobby cast a protecting charm and a make-look charm, on the letter, and as soon as mister Ronald Wheezy left the room, Dobby pulled the letter from the fire. Dobby burned his hands most grievously. Master Headmaster Professor Dumbledore had to give Dobby the whole day off to heal them!”
‘I’m gonna kill Ron!’ She thought angrily. To Winky, she smiled tenderly. “I just found that out, today. Ron was/is jealous of Harry, and so, he began dating me, just to have something Harry didn’t. He’s only ever seen the money Harry has. He never really understood what Harry’s wealth actually cost him.”
“What did Master Harry Potter want?”
“Me”
Winky nodded. Nothing more needed be said. Hermione was furious. Reaching a decision, and with a little change in her plans, she stood in the still hot water, ready to get out of the tub. She had to make this right to Harry. She continued their painful conversation as Winky held out a robe.
“Winky, Ron let something else slip. girl.. fiends. Do you know how many girlfriends does he have?”
“Mister Ronald Wheezy has only one girlfriend.” Winky answered. Hermione wondered if the elf would lie to her, but her thoughts were stilled by Winky’s next words.
“Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas he has only one girlfriend, but he has seventeen other birds on the side, he likes to shag from time to time.”
“WHAT!?!” Hermione shrieked, absolutely enraged! Winky vanished immediately.
Seconds later, a pounding of feet on the stairs sounded, and Harry crashed through the door, wand out and ready!
“Hermione!” Harry instantly turned his head left, then right, searching for the threat to his friend. Seeing nothing, he slowly lowered his wand and turned to find a livid Hermione standing in the tub, clad only in suds, and not many of them. Instantly, he turned his head.
“I heard you scream. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Harry, my love. I’m fine.”
Still keeping his eyes averted, he stammered: “Um…erm…OK. I’ll just go, then.” He turned to the doorway, only to be brought up short by Hermione’s voice.
“Harry? Don’t you like seeing me this way?”
Harry sighed, his head dropped. She could see his shoulders sag “Hermione, have you been drinking? Maybe it’s a good idea for you to go to bed.”
“Harry, I’m stone sober. I’ve just had an epiphany, tonight. Please look at me.”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t, ‘Mione. You know why.”
“It’s because Ron is shagging me, isn’t it?” Harry sort of twitch at Hermione’s uncharacteristic profanity.
“Yes.” He whispered sadly and fled the doorway.
Hermione smiled a pleased smile. ’oh Harry my love are you in for a surprise’
She stepped out of the tub, pulled on the terry robe Winky had dropped, toweled her long brown locks free of water, and then cast a drying charm on her hair.
Once done, she called out: “Winky?”
A fearful Winky appeared. “Yes, Miss Hermione Granger? How may Winky serve you?”
Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to bring her eyes close to those of the frightened house-elf.
“Winky, I’m ever so sorry I startled you. I found out tonight Ron is sleeping with other girls. That was bad enough, but now…well I suspected off and on, over the years, that he had other girls, but I never realized just how many. To a human, it hurts to find the man who says he loves you is having sex with another secretly, but it is insulting in the extreme; to discover that you are only one of a group of women your lover is having sex with. Especially after he’s told you that you are the only one he loves. We call this cheating. It is particularly deceitful. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky understands. Winky would be most angry if Dobby was to take a mate without Winky allowing.”
“You’d allow this?” Hermione asked. With all the research she’d done on house elves, and all she’d learned, she’d never even considered the mating aspects of her diminutive friends’ lives.
“Oh yes. This is proper for house elves. Dobby may take other mates if Winky, as first mate, allows. As first, Winky has the say as who others, Dobby takes as mate.”
“Hmmm.” Hermione hummed, then changed the topic, slightly.
“Winky, some humans tend toward polygamous relationships as well,”
“What’s pol-ig-um…?” Winky trailed off.
Polygamous? Well, that means many mates, like you described with elves. But mostly we just pair off in twos.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to Winky, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“My pleasure. Winky, if Dobby was to tell you that you were the only mate he has, and then you were to find out he has many, how would you feel?”
“Winky would be miserable-sorry, and very angry. Winky might even do Dobby a harm!”
“So, you can see how I feel. Ron has hidden from me, the fact that he has many mates. Likely, he’s also told each of them that she is the only one he loves, as well. I will have nothing more to do with him any further. I don’t particularly enjoy being lied to. Now, I need to talk to Harry. Do you have another robe? This one is wet.”
Winky snapped her fingers and a new robe appeared. Hermione shimmied out of the wet terry, and then donned the dry one.
She knelt before the diminutive elf, and spoke quietly. “I’m going to go downstairs, and try to ease Harry’s mind and try to make up to him. When we leave the kitchen, will you take over cooking whatever he’s making?”
“Winky will do.” Winky nodded her head sharply as if to put paid to that line. Then she added, smiling slyly: “Winky knows Missus Molly Wheezy would not like to hear her Ronald Wheezy would hurt his miss in such a fashion.” With a nasty grin, Winky shifted her eyes to the fireplace In Hermione’s room. “They is floo powder on the mantle.” She gathered up the wet robe and popped away.
Hermione gaped in shock at the devious elf, then grinned wickedly. ‘Note to self: Never hack off a house elf!’
Pointing her wand at the fireplace in her room, Hermione muttered “Incendio!” The flames immediately burst from the grate. Casting a pinch of floo powder into the flames, she called out: “Molly Weasley!”
A few seconds passed, and Molly’s head appeared in the fireplace. “Oh, Hello, Hermione, dear! How are you this evening?”
“I need to talk to you, Molly.” Hermione replied without preamble. “Can you come here for a few minutes?”
“Of course, dear. I see you’re not at home. Are you at Harry’s, then?”
“Yes.” Hermione nodded sadly. ‘what home’
“Very well, dear. Just stand to the side, and I’ll join you straight away.”
Molly came through the floo, in a rush of green flames. Winky instantly appeared to brush her off.
“Hello Winky. Thank you.” Winky curtseyed and vanished. Molly turned to Hermione and seeing the sadness in her face, asked gently: “Did you two have another row?”
Hermione shrugged and said: “Sort of. Would you have a seat, please?”
Molly sat. Hermione was about to call for Winky when she reappeared with a tea service and a plate of biscuits. She set them on the small table, and departed before Hermione could thank her.
“Well, dear, shall I be mother?”
“Please.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” Molly asked kindly as she poured.
“I found out something awful, today.” Hermione began. Even now, her lip was trembling and tears were forming. Molly was instantly concerned. Hermione never cried unless it was particularly serious. If she was weeping, there must be real trouble! Hermione went on.
“Ron and I were making love…or rather I should say, he was shagging me quite thoroughly. When he finished, he fell asleep, smirking and mumble something without realizing it. Just before he drifted off, I asked him what was he smiling about, and he said: “Oh, nothing. I just get something Harry wants!”
Molly gasped that her son would say something so crude to Hermione, but she had been Ron’s mother for far too long to think that he couldn’t. She had also been a mother for long enough to know that that was not the worst of this. And had no idea what Ron had that Harry wanted.
Hermione went on: “I didn’t particularly care for that remark, so I…well, I kind of wormed something out of him. Oh, Molly! He told me that the only reason he asked me to be his girlfriend was because Harry wanted to. In sixth year, Harry had given Ron a note to bring to me, asking me to meet him in the room of requirement, so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and Ron had thrown it into the fire! He told me that he’d told Harry, that I wanted him and not Harry. He told me, when he asked me to be his girl, that Harry was gay!”
“Gay?” Molly was confused. “I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite. Especially when he has time to think about his life. He can actually be rather…”
“Homosexual, Molly. Gay is a current euphemism for someone who is homosexual.” Hermione cleared that up. Molly’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t know Harry is homosexual. Well, he never showed any signs. To think, as long as I’ve known him, I should have seen this…”
“Molly, Harry is not gay.” Hermione interrupted with a bit of asperity. “Ron just said he was to get me to be his girlfriend!”
“Oh, I hardly think Ron would do something like that.” Molly tutted. “Are you sure you’re not just a little bit angry with…”
Winky and Dobby both appeared. Dobby held a folded cloth napkin. He addressed Molly. “Dobby saved this from the fire, Missus Molly Wheezy. Dobby burned his hands badly!” He handed the serviette to Molly, and then they both vanished.
Molly unfolded the napkin to reveal a badly singed envelope with ‘Hermione’ written on it in Harry’s distinctive handwriting. The parchment cracked and flaked as she opened it. She placed it onto the table and carefully extracted the page, and unfolded it.
Dearest Hermione,
Will you please meet me in the Room of
Requirement?
I have to ask you a rather serious question about us.
If you agree, I will be waiting for you
tonight, at nine o’clock.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione finally seeing the letter choked back a sob. ’Oh Harry’
“Oh, my!” Molly sighed. Then she looked up sadly at Hermione. “I didn’t know, dear. Truly, I didn’t.”
“How could you know?” Hermione temporized. “He kept it under his belt very well. It was only by chance that I learned today.” Hermione replied, thankful that Molly believed. She’d need her support.
“I take it, then, that this is not the worst of it?”
“I’m afraid not.” Hermione shook her head, sadly. “I also discovered Ron has a number of other girlfriends.”
“No!” Molly protested vehemently. “No, Ron may be devious.” She shook her head and wagged a finger. “He may even be a bit underhanded, but he’s not like that! He wouldn’t just…”
Molly broke off realizing she was trying to convince herself.
“Winky?” Hermione spoke quietly. Winky appeared.
“Would you tell us exactly what you said you overheard Ron say to Dean Thomas?”
“Winky will.” The little elf replied, nervously, as if fearing Molly’s inevitable upset. “Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas: “Hermione is a love sick bint. She can’t get enough of the Ron-meister! She wants it all the time, she does!”
“Mister Dean Thomas said ‘What about, well you know, when she’s flying the flag? Does she still want to shag?” Molly flushed at the ungracious words.
“Mister Ronald Wheezy said: “Who cares? When she’s flying the bloody flag, I just go and shag one of the others. Hell, I even get some touch on the side, even when she is giving it up! I could shag a new girl every night for half a month without repeats.”
Now, Molly was beginning to boil. Her face was turning red, in both anger and embarrassment, both for herself, and for Hermione. Winky saw the anger in her face, and stammered to a halt, backing a step or two. Molly noticed and immediately tried to set the house-elf at her ease.
“Never mind, Winky. I’m not upset with you, dear. I’m angry with my son. Go on, now, finish it up.” Molly encouraged her, smiling sadly to reassure the house-elf. Winky did.
“Mister Dean Thomas, asked Mister Ronald Wheezy: “You has fifteen girls on the side?” And Mister Ronald Wheezy answered: “Seventeen! Plus Hermione. You see, it’s perfect. You can ask me how many girlfriends I have and I’d be telling the truth. Hermione is my only ‘girlfriend’! The others are just birds I have on the side that I like to shag from time to time! Since I’m on the road all the time, she never finds out!”
Winky took a breath, then went on.
“Mister Dean Thomas told Mister Ronald Wheezy; “I don’t know Ron, it doesn’t seem right, you know, having all those birds in the bushes. Hermione deserves better.” Mister Ronald Wheezy got’s angry then and said: “Shut it, Dean. You got no place to talk. You got Angela and Ramona!” Mister Dean Thomas got’s angry too, and he said: “They know about each other! Hell, we all live together!” Mister Ronald Wheezy told him: “That’s your problem”, then he popped away! After he left, Mister Dean Thomas shook his head and said: “Stupid arse! He doesn’t know what he’s playing at.”
Winky took a few breaths as if reciting her tale had been exhausting. It probably had been. Hermione thanked her and asked her to bring two glasses of the wine she’d spilt before. Winky nodded her head rapidly and popped away, taking the tea service with her. Moments later, she returned, placed two goblets on the table and vanished once more.
Molly sighed. She was furious, but realized Hermione would want to settle this on her own. They sipped the wine for a time.
“Molly, can I count on you to not interfere?” Hermione asked quietly. “I intend to do two things.
First, I am going to make it up to Harry for all the years he’s wanted me, and denied himself, so as not to bruise Ron’s ego. The second thing I’m going for, is revenge!” She grinned unpleasantly as she said the word.
Molly nodded. “Yes, dear. I’ll stay clear, as much as I can. I’ll have a word with Arthur as well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to convince him not to drown that fool boy, straight away! I promise you this, though, we won’t help him. Son or not, Ron has gone too far this time. I’m afraid my boy needs some taking down. Please let me know if you need anything, Hermione. Oh, by the bye, if revenge is your goal, I’d recommend you speak to Ginny. She’s the one to turn to!” Molly smiled, stood and hugged Hermione warmly.
“You are always welcome at the Burrow, dear…Harry too!” She turned and threw a pinch of floo-powder into the fireplace, calling out: “The Burrow!” Seconds later, she vanished in a swirl of green flames.
Happy that she had some allies, or potential allies, at any rate, Hermione smiled. She walked to the bureau and opened her underwear drawer. The first thing she saw was a cute pair of knickers that Harry had bought her as a gag gift. It was meant for a wedding night joke for Ron. She smiled wickedly and put them on.
Now to make up with Harry.
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