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Best week ever at Uncle John’s Part 1

I was very young when I began to notice urges that were not spoken of as being common amongst boys my age. I was jerking off by and sliding things in and out of my ass by the time I was a teen. The urges to slide objects in and out of my bottom escalated to include hair brushes, plastic rods, and the occasional tooth brush. But there was one thing I knew I must have inside me… I guess people could say I had daddy issues, but horny bi-sexual that was abandoned by their father probably has plenty of issues that tie into their sexuality. I wanted my uncle to own me and be my daddy.
When I would sit on Uncle John’s lap, I felt the limp unit that was much larger than mine. He let me sit in his lap all the time. Whenever I saw him in a chair I would run up and plop right into his lap, but when I became “too old” to sit in his lap it became an obsession to find a way back on his lap. As a teenager, I ached to sit in his lap to feel the soft lumps that pressed against my boxer short clad ass.
The summer of my 18th birthday I stayed with him for a couple of days, and one day I found myself staring at his lap. My mouth was watering and my ass was puckering. That’s when I knew what I needed. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to suck him and ride him like all those sluts I saw in those porn movies that he hid in his closet.
But, how?! How could I ride my uncle, who by all means of appearance was straight? When he left to go to the store across town, I decided I was going to either find blackmail material or justification for me to put my proverbial ass on the line. I began to dig through his closet and found the usual porn mags and movies. I then ran across a box that was hidden under clothes. When I opened it, I found everything I needed. He had a stash of pretty little panties and pictures of me bathing nude and pictures of his daughter naked and playing with her young tight twat. On the back of the photos of me were dates, times and tally marks then the phrase “# of times jerked off.” My plan was coming together AND I got to see my cousin naked!
When he got home, I was in my silk blue boxers and a slightly small shirt that rode up when I would bend over. The surprise I had for him was the pink thong that was in his closet was now riding up my tight little teenage ass. I waited for him to sit in his chair and then made my way past him and as I passed by I “dropped” the remote in front of him and I watched his face out of the corner of my eye as he saw the little pink thong peek out from my shorts. He smiled and acted as if he didn’t see. The smile was my queue. Without hesitation, I dropped my boxers right in front of him and he said, “You sure do look good in Anne’s panties. Come sit in Uncle John’s lap.”
I lost my shit. I was so excited. I sat slowly on to his lap. He spread his legs and I grinded my ass up and down his lap and felt the rock hard unit ready to pound my ass until I screamed. When I finally came to rest with his jogging pants bulge firmly throbbing against my ass, he said “You look wonderful in my daughter’s panties. She has danced for me while wearing those very panties. She approached me in a similarly tricky way that you did, but the difference was that I had to choose which hole to fuck. All I want on you is a little spit, and then your welcoming asshole.”
The only reply I could manage was “May I call you daddy? Just like that lucky little whore did?”
He smiled and said, “I’ll be your daddy, gurl. Now get daddy warmed up. I want to see if you’re any good at being the skanky slut you think you are.”
I dropped to my knees and slid his pants off. I began to massage his throbbing 9 inch manhood through his boxers. As I slid my hand along his clothed shaft, I slid my other hand under his boxers and began to fondle his balls. He moaned. He stood up and dropped his shorts. As his shorts fell, his thick cock slapped me on the top of the head so hard that I thought he hit me with something. I looked up and sucked his balls into my mouth. They were loose and floppy, just the way I love ‘em. I swirled my tongue around both balls, left and then right, until he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom.
He stood me next to the closet only wearing the pretty pink thong I stole. I asked, “What are we about to do, Daddy? Wasn’t I making you happy?”
“Very Happy, but we need a mini skirt on you,” he replied.
I stood there as he dressed me in a black mini skirt and a pink half shirt that I saw his daughter wear so many times. He grabbed me by the hair again and bent me over the bed. I heard a bottle top pop and then felt him smearing Vaseline on my asshole. Vaseline is my favorite lube. Its sticking and thick. He slid just the tip of his finger in my ass, and then pulled it out. I moaned in appreciation. Next he pressed the head of his thick member against my hole and said, “Now you’re gonna feel how a real slut feels, son.” He thrust inside of me with no warning. I am lucky that I fucked myself the night before, or I would have ripped badly. He grabbed my hips and just fucked and fucked and fucked me. Every thrust I screamed for more. I begged for him to fuck me harder and faster. He obliged. He pressed me down onto my stomach and fucked me until I nearly lost my voice screaming “DADDY, PLEASE, FUCK ME, DADDY!! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT JIZZ DADDY!” He fucked me for a solid 10 minutes before he shot me full of his cum. I laid on my stomach smiling ear to ear.
I looked back and said, “Thank you, daddy.”
He made me suck the cum off and out of his cock. He then said, “Just stay dressed like a whore. I’m going to the store and picking you out clothes and lingerie. We have a date tonight and for the next week. Did I mention that I can go 5 times a day? You’re my bitch until you go home to my sister. Until then, then you will drain my dick every time it gets hard. My cunt wife left me, and took my fuck toy daughter with her. Honestly, you’re a better fuck anyways. If you keep up the good fucks, I may do a few things for you. Hell, I may even drain your sissy little clit.”
I stayed face down on the bed. My mind swam in ecstasy. These were going to be the best 6 days of my life.
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Fantasy

The War of 2020 Pt. 2

The War of 2020
Ch 5 & Ch 6
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As always, please be aware there is graphic and offensive content throughout this text.
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Fantasy

Explicit powers Chapter 3

Sorry for the long wait. Please read chapters 1 and 2 to fully understand whats going on. Please constructive critisim only. Resuming from chapter 2

Fantasy

Lost luggage

This is the first story I’ve ever made. So give me any comments you fell you should post. I didn’t know what to write about so I just wrote something that popped in my head so here it goes.
I was standing in front of baggage clam to get my luggage. I was tired and my ass Hirt from sitting so damn long on the airplane. 13 hour flight isn’t fun at all. And to make everything worse it was about 5 snow flakes away from being a full blown blizzard. I thought Fairbanks Alaska would be a nice cool place in the fall. Boy was I wrong. All the sudden the conveyer belt stops as well as my heart. No bag.
“Son of a bitch!” I said under my breath. I looked around hopefully that I was at the wrong number. I went back to the board and double checked. “Nashville, number 5”. I look at the big number 5 above the very spot I was just standing at. “Son of a bitch!” I repeated only at a normal tone of voice.
I finally strode over to the lost luggage like I had something shoved up my ass. Walking up to the desk I didn’t see any life, at all. But it was 1:30 in the morning so I could understand that with a small population. I walked up to the desk to find it abandoned. The only thing at the desk was a pad and pencil and a bell that you ding when your food is ready.
“Ring for assistance” I read out loud. Giving the bell one sharp ding I waited for a few moments. “I’ll be right with you” I heard from the back. Finally she came out of the back and I had to remind myself to shut my mouth. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was of Native American decent. She had light, copper like, skin. Long black hair to accent her big brown eyes.
And had the body of a model. Long legs. Nice, perky, breasts. And a warming smile that made me forget about the snow storm outside.
” Hi. How can I help you?” I lost all train of thought. I just stared for a few moments.
” Umm ya. My bag kinda didn’t show up”.
” Ok. Let me see if I can find it” she began to type way at the computer before her. I couldn’t help but look at her beautiful eyes as she took a sip from her coffee. Did she have coffee when she walked out? Does it matter?
“What’s the name under?” I lazily handed her my ticket and told her it was coming out of Tennessee.
“Sooo. That explains the accent.”
“Is it that noticeable?”
“Ya. We don’t have many people from the south. But I just love the way you talk”
“Thank you. I wish I could say somethin nice about this place but” I pointed out the window.” I can’t see any of it.”
“You’ll get used to it. It’s supposed to stop by the end of tomorrow.”
“I hope so. Rednecks aren’t any good frozen.” She let out a soft giggle.
“Ohh” she breathed as her soft smile faded away.
“What is it?” I asked concerned.
“Well. I found your luggage.” There was a short pause before the continued.
“It’s in JFK airport”
“New York?! How the hell did it end up over there. That’s on the other side of the country!”
“I’m sorry sir” she said timidly.
“I can have it here in…. Two days” I let my head hang low as the have me the bad news. Man. What am I gona do. That had all my clothes and I’ve got to fly to Nome tomorrow. My boss was going to be pissed. But right now I had to think of a place to stay. Cheap. The company was going to pay for my room and board but I was a little short on cash.
I looked back at her. She was almost wincing. As if I was about to smack her and she know it.
“Do you know of a cheap place to crash for the night?”
“Ummm the cheapest place around here is $139 a night” I sighed in protest.
“Is there nowhere else?” She just nodded her head and said I’m afraid not.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t have any money. Everything was paid for in Nome.”
“Well. I have an extra room in my trailer. It has heat and everything. You can stay in the extra room”
“Would you mind? I’d hate to impose”
“No. I don’t mind at all. I’m just trying to help you out”
“Well thank you. I can’t thank you enuff” I then pulled out my cell phone and let a unfriendly voice mail for my boss. I then seen the beautiful girl walk up next to me.
“I get off in 15 min.” I just nodded and continued my voice mail.
The rest was kind of a blur. I suppose it was from not sleeping on that small ass plane. But the next thing I know. In at here house. She showed me around and told me to make my self at home. I decided that now would be a good time to use the rest room. When I came out I could see that she was in her room with the door barley cracked. When I walked up to it and utter a single word I froze in place. Though the small crack in the door. I could see her getting dressed. There she was, in the buff. Her breasts seemed to keep the same shape as before. It seemed she didn’t even have to wear a bra.
I was in shock at how beautiful and how even her copper tan was. By the time I started looking at her lower parts I noticed she was staring right at me. I almost had a heart attack. I quickly turned and left. Sitting down at the living room seemed the only thing to do after that. And even then I didn’t seem right. She walked into the room covered in a bath robe carrying some blankets.
“Here you go. You might need a few. Because this trailer doesn’t hold heat well.”
“Oh. Ok. Thanks.”
“You ok?”
“I’ll be alright.” I said trying not to sound nevus.
“Ok yell I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
“Night”
Laying in bed I couldn’t stop thinking about how firm her boobs were. Soft and round. Nipples hard from the cold weather. I could feel my dick slowly getting harder. The more I thought of her the harder it got till the point I thought it was going to explode out of its skin. Just about the time I pulled my cock out my door opened. I jumped at the sudden movement. I felt like I had been commuting a crime. I seen her sweet face come into view.
“Can I come in?” Dear god
“It’s your house. Um ya. Come on in”
She can strolling in with those long dark legs. And sat on the bed next to my raging hard on. Only then did I see that I was pitching a huge tent.
“I hope I don’t make you uneasy. But I’m really cold. Would it bother you if you slept in my bed. So we can stay warm?”
Dear god!
“Um ya. Ok. I’ll follow you.”
About the time she stood up she glanced down at my circus tent. The back at me. And walked away. I waited for a moment to see if my penis would at least soften. No such luck. So I waked into her room with a blanket in front of my dick. She was already in bed.
“Just lay that blanket next to the bed just incase.”
“Ok then.”
After doing so I eased my way in between she covers. I was careful to have my back to her so she wouldn’t see all of me. Finally settled in I closed my eyes to try and sleep. With my member standing tall for some attention I knew it was going to be hard. Then out of nowhere. She lays her arm across me. My eyes shot open. Her skin was so smooth and warm. Then I seen something that made my heart skip a beat. The bath robe she was wearing earlier was in a pile on the floor.
“No need to be so shy.” She said as she pressed her naked body against my bare back. What have I got myself into?
“But… Um…. We just meet.” I could feel the precum ozzing it’s way out.
“I know. That’s what makes it so much more fun.” She then reached around and took my long shaft in her hands.
“Besides. I know you want it.” She moaned. Slowly stroking my dick.
“I seen you looking at me when I was changing. Oh god your cock is so hard. Ummmm. Let me suck it please.” She purred. I lost all control. I slid my boxers down as fast as I could. The moment my dick sprang up to life she put it in her warm wet mouth. She just held the head of it in her mouth for a few moments. She looked deep into my eyes.
Her face seemed to glow in the dim light of the snow. Still keeping eye contact she slowly started to swallow my pole. The low the got the more I moaned in approval. Finally she reached the base of my dick. She then began licking my balls with the end of her tongue.
“Oh god that feels good. Just like that baby.” She finally came up for air after it seemed like she would never let up. She then began to lick it all over.
“It taste so good. It makes me so wet when I can taste his big juicy cock” she moaned
“Your mouth is so warm. Can you lick my balls? I want your sweet mouth all over my fucking nuts”
“Hmmm you want it?”
“I want so bad! Please baby? I want to feel your tongue slither all over my balls!” I begged.
“Ummm…. Ok” she then sank down to my balls and then began to massage them with her warm mouth.
“Ohh that it baby. Lick my balls.”
After a few minutes of that she jumped on top of and began to grind her sweet clit on my rock hard member. As she began to moan loudly I could feel how wet she really was.
“Fuck me with your big cock you stud. Show me how you so it in the south.” That was all the motive I needed. I didn’t take much effect to slide my penis inside her tight pussy.
I began to fuck her hard from the bottom as I held her body wight by her boobs. Her tits felt even better than I ever imagined. She moaned and panted as I repeatedly rammed my cock, hitting her gspot. She tried to keep eye contact with me. But she just felt so good and couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head.
“Ohhh god. I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock.” She breathed. And then let out a scream as her body was hit with waves of pure pleasure. I could fell her juices surrounding my stiff prick. She rolled over on her back with her legs straight up. I easily entered her. And resumed my ramming motion.
“Ohh fuck. I’m gona cum baby.” I could start to feel my balls tighten. I started pumping harder and deeper.
“Cum on my face you fucking stud”. That was all the motivation I need. I pulled out and held her face close to my cock. I shot rope after rope into her sweet face. She kept eye contact the entire time I sprayed my load on her face. She didn’t even blink.
When I was done I watched her wipe the cum off of her face and eat every last drop. After she properly cleaned her face we fell asleep in each others arms. I began to wonder. What was in store for me tomorrow? So I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
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Fantasy

My journey to Crete

Hello to everybody who is actually reading this. I’d like to make a few statements about this story. First, it’s a tale with some real rough sex in it. If you like romantic gf sex, feel free to move on. Second, I use abusive, discriminating and humilating language in here, especially against women. If this offends you, please don’t read it. Third, everything you read in here is fictional – but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it if chance came along. As in my story, it’d have to be consensual. Now please enjoy my story and feel free to critisize fairly. Since I think about writing a pornographic novel in this style, I also like to know whether you would buy something like that.
A holiday on crete part I
Let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Andrew, I’m 35 and with 5′ 10″ and 160 lbs. I consider myself quite an average-looking guy. Last year, my marriage broke up after 4 years of love and 1 year of pain. Luckily, there were no kids to consider so after the decree came through, there was no need to see my ex-wife again. But I have to admit that the main reason for our split was my suppression of my secret desire. When I married her, I was aware of my dark side but also sure I could keep it under control. When it broke out with force a year ago, there was no way to keep our relationship going. What exactly my dark side is? Well, just follow me on my trip to Crete and you will find out…
After my divorce became legal, I decided to go on a holiday for two weeks just to set my mind on other things. My company agreed, so I looked on the internet for a cheap but comfortable offer. 3 days later, I was on a plane to Crete. The hotel was in a city near the airport with small, but clean-kept rooms at reasonable prices and the food was good.
It was on the second day in the evening when I first noticed this waitress. I had just sat down with my dinner when she came to my table. She was not the kind of woman I was usually interested in – fortyish, skinny, nearly flat-breasted and just a little smaller than me – but the look in her deep brown got me somehow. I had trained myself to search for it in the last year and after a split second of thought, I let my dark side take control of me.
She turned around to address me. Looking straight into those lovely, weak eyes, I imagined me pushing her to the wall in my room, raising her up. She greedingly wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing my cock to thrust forward into her willing cunt. I conjured up all the feelings of lust, greed and desire in this situation and directed them at her.
She had started to ask: “What would you like…” but then our eyes locked. Overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coming from me, her eyes grew larger. Still fucking her in my mind, making her moan and scream with my hard, long strokes I finished her sentence.
“To drink, you mean? A glass of wine would be nice.”, I said pleasantly. But my eyes never left hers, and in my mind we were getting near to our climax.
She fumbled her pen and had to fight for her speech. She started stutter:”A-a-alcoholics are not incl-cl-cluded and have to be paid …” She drifted off. Unable to tear her eyes away, she was lost in the heat of her emotions, which were both mysterious and irresistable for her.
“I know. Why don’t you put it on my rooms tab?” I said in a gentle voice. But in my mind, I fucked her ferociously. As I flushed her my key to show her my rooms number, I imagined me shooting my load into her while she screamed her orgasm in my ear. When we came together in my mind, I heard her breathe deeper and saw her knees buckle a bit.
I knew I had won, so I looked away at my key. Still mesmerized from what had happened, she didn’t realize it. I had to wiggle it in front of her to get her attention. She shook her head, blushed in a bright red and jotted down the number. Turning away, she went to the bar with an unsteady walk. When she relayed my order to the bartender she couldn’t resist to glance in my direction. I smiled, giving her a small wink. She looked away abruptly, like a small child being caught doing something forbidden.
I wasn’t set back by the fact that she didn’t serve my wine but asked a male waiter instead. She was trying to get a grip on what had happened and needed time for that. That was fine by me, because I knew that afterwards, she would get curious. When I stood up after my dinner, I saw her watching me from the corner of my eyes. Feeling her eyes upon me when I left the restaurant, I mused about the old saying of the curiosity and the cat. This cat here wasn’ t facing death, of course; but as sure as hell a real good screw and a whole lot of satisfaction.
I went up to my room and took a shower. Knowing there was no need to get out tonight to look for someone to shag, I bided my time. After half an hour, I stepped out of the cabin just to hear a knock on my door. Putting on my jeans and a shirt, I called:” Who’s there?” As if I didn’t know exactly…
Momentarily, only silence came from the other side of the door. Then she answered:” Room service”. I went and opened the door. There she stood, blushing red, her whole posture showing her uncertaincy.
“Exactly what I ordered.”, I said with a coy smile, gesturing her in. Obediently, she came forward. I followed her and when she stopped in front of my bed, I pulled her close with her back turned to me. I placed my mouth on that soft space where her neck and shoulders touched and kissed her gently. She didn’t fight me. I saw goosebumps breaking out on her skin. Now it was time to take control. I gripped her blonde hair, pulling her head back. My other hand found the buttons of her blouse, opening them swiftly. She didn’t put on a bra, so I started to play with her hard, erect nipples. A soft moan escaped her as she started to shiver from lust.
“It’s rare that the prey offers itself to the hunter in free will.” I said, removing her blouse while turning her around to face me. She was breathing heavily; her feelings had clearly overtaken her. I put off my shirt, grabbed her head again and pushed her mouth to my nippel. “Suck it!”, I ordered.
This part of my body has always been very sensitive, so when she obeyed, a bolt of lust and greed shot through me. I fastened my grip, enjoying every second of my control over her. Yeah, she wasn’t my type of girl, so what? She still had a mouth, a cunt and a glory hole. Putting my cock in those three openings and fucking the hell out of her was all I cared for. She had started to lick my nipple, too. The thought of her doing the same on my rod nearly drove me crazy. I let her continue for a while. When the tension in my loins became to strong to bear, I pulled her head back again. I pushed her down, forcing her on her knees. That’s one of my favourite places for a woman to be, her mouth on the same level as my cock. She looked up to me with dazed eyes, clearly no longer in control of herself. Still gripping her head firmly, I opened my jeans. It dropped to the floor and I kicked it aside. She gasped at the sight of my steel-hard cock and licked her lips. Now it was time for her total submission.
I held my rod in front of her mouth, but when she moved her head towards it, I held her back. She looked at me again, this time confused.
“You offered me room service, didn’t you?”, I asked in a commanding voice. She nodded.
Displeased, I shook my head. “Didn’t they teach you to answer when being asked?”, tugging her hair a bit.
A hint of pain distorted her features and was replaced with a look of lust. “Yes.” , she replied.
Still looking displeased, I tugged her hair again. “Yes what?”, I demanded.
She got my line and concurred. “Yes, sir.”, she said.
“Fine. So service means that you’ll do everything in your ability to please me and satisfy my needs, am I right?”
“Yes, sir.”, she replied, her tone a mixture of suppressed wanting and devotion. But I wanted to hear it from herself, so I tugged her hair again.
“Tell it to me!”, I ordered. “What will you do?
“I will do everything in my ability to please you and satisfy your needs, sir.” She looked at me, her eyes showing she enjoyed every second of this submission but also begging me to get back in action.
I had welled in the feeling of domination and control I got over her, but now the tension had become unbearable even for me. “All right.”, I said,”Let’s check how far your abilities go.”
Still holding her head, I placed my cock on her lower lip. “Open your mouth.”, I commanded. When she obeyed, I pushed slowly forward, letting it slide in. Closing her lips around my best friend, she created that warm, wet and rubbing feeling I think every male enjoys immensly. She started to twirl her tongue around the tip of my rod, but I decided that was for later. Steadily I pushed forward, more and more of my cock vanishing in her mouth. When half of it was inside, I felt her become uncomfortable. From principle, I slid it in a little farther, but stopped then. I didn’t want her to gag, at least not yet.
I kept still for a while, enjoying the wetness and warmth of her mouth and keeping her in doubt of what I would do to her next. Changing the grip on her head, I grabbed the hair on top of it and pulled it slowly back. Just when I was about to slide out of her mouth, I pulled it back forward until I nearly reached her gag point again. I did it again and again, each time a little faster. Sometimes I moved her head a little to the left or right, making her cheeks bulge from my cock, a sight I enjoyed tremenduosly. After nearly ten minutes of that, my pace became so fast she seemed to nod furiously with my rod in her mouth. She had started to make a gargling noise but didn’t beg me to stop, which I wouldn’t have done anyway. But just before I was about to unload into her mouth, I pulled back out.
She turned aside, spit drooling from her mouth. But a few seconds was all she got from me; after her second deep breath I grabbed her chin and hair and turned her head back. Her mouth was still open, so I shoved my cock back in. Keeping her head still, I pulled it out just to push it back in. Now the face-fucking started in earnest. In a steady pace, I moved in and out of her mouth, using it like a cunt. Soon she started to gargle again. Again, I picked up speed. I didn’t care any longer whether she had to gag or not. All I thought of was my power over her. But she took my pounding of her mouth like a champion, making me think that she obviously had experience. Pushing my rod a little to the side made her cheeks bulge again. Controlling myself, I managed to fuck her face some minutes longer. When I couldn’t hold it back any more, I grabbed her hair harder. There was no courtesy clap, just three hard strokes of my cock, forcing its way nearly to her throat and shooting my come right into it. Still, she didn’ t gag, but had to swallow all of it. One hole down, two still to go I thought, my rod still in her mouth.
Not releasing the grip on her head, I pulled my still hard cock out. Gasping for air, her whole body shivered. I wasn’t about to show any mercy, so I tugged her hair hard, forcing her to stand up. I led her around the bed where a small dresser stood. I opened the upper drawer and fetched a condom. Only the lord knew how many cocks had been inside this fucking slut before, so I wanted be sure that I didn’t catch anything from this piece of meat.
I threw her on the bed which squeaked from her landing on it. She barely had time to look at me with dark, lustrous eyes before I climb after and over her, her upper body firmly caught between my knees. If she had had anything resembling tits I would have fucked these first, but there were only nippels. I tore the package open and applied my protection with the right hand, while my left found the way under her skirt and panties to her slit. Wetness and warmth greeted my fingers there and she moaned loud when I touched her clit.
“Whoa there, bitch! You enjoyed it being treated as fuckmeat, didn’t you?” Not waiting for answer, I rubbed her clit hard. She went in a kind of frenzy, twisting and thrashing on the bed, screaming and moaning and coming for herself. I didn’ t waste any more time and went off her just to rip her skirt and panty off. Her legs flew apart just like of their own will, so I placed myself between them and my rod just before her second hole. Grabbing her hands, I moved them up and pinned them on the pillow. Still in total control of her, I shoved my cock hard and fast into her cunt as far as it would go. A loud scream emerged from her throat and her cunt muscles contracted and massaged my best friend when she came again.
“Hey slut! Who allowed you to come first? You’re nothing but three holes on legs, remember?”, I shouted in her face. “And since you obviously forgot, here comes your punishment!” And I started fucking her. My rod went into her until my balls touched her slit, then I pulled back out just to ram it back in again. The raw force of my strokes made her body move upwards until her head hammered against the wooden front of the bed. I didn’t give a shit about her pain which I was sure she didn’t feel anyway. She was all lust, heat, greed, nothing but meat needing, craving to get fucked. But I didn’ t want to leave any visible marks so I turned her sideways, her head lying on the rim of the mattress. I took her ankles, spreading her legs as far as they would go and shoved my cock into its rightful place again.
I pounded her hard and fast, my rod went in the whole way all the time. Soon her head was dangling over the mattress, her body arching, her throat muscles standing out. Harder and faster I went, the sound of me nailing her mixing with her screams. I felt myself getting ready to unload into her for the second time. I wanted to shoot my come in her cunt when I was in her as deep as possible, so I pulled her back on the bed. I forced her legs up, her feet resting on my shoulders. This position I nicknamed “fucking package” because that’s all a woman is to me in this moment. She is kept in a perfect angle for my cock to enter her as far as it would go. I pushed back into her probing her depth. Then I went back to business, thrusting my rod as deep as possible into her. But I wanted to have all I could get, so I threw all constraints overboard and rammed my cock in her like trying to split her in two pieces. We both came together screaming like maniacs. With my steel-hard rod still inside her ravaged cunt, I thought: Two holes down, best one still to go.
I let myself drop to the bed beside her. Her legs fell down on the mattress like they were made of stone. We both needed some time now, me to regain my power and her to come to her senses again. After some minutes, I realised her rolling off to her side and getting up. A surge of adrenalin went through my body. I jumped up, grabbed her neck, placed the other hand on her back and shoved her on the bed again. She landed flat-out on her stomach. I threw myself on her back, my weight nearly squashing her. Pulling her head back, I shouted in her face:
“I’m not finished with you, fuckmeat. Three holes, I said!”
I sat up on her back and fetched my shirt. Holding her hands back, I tied them together. This cunt wouldn’t get away from me without her ass being fucked, I swore to myself. I raised her hips up, her upper body still on the bed and spread her legs.
“Don’t move or you’ll be sorry, slut!”, I ordered. She obeyed, but her eyes followed me as I went around the bed to get a second condom. I kneeled between her legs, put it on and pushed my rod into her overflowing cunt again. A few hard strokes was all it took to get the condom wet with her juices. I pulled back out and spit on her asshole two times, then rubbing my saliva around it. I couldn’ t care less about her being in pain while I did her ass, but still I didn’ t want to leave any visible marks. I placed my cock right before her ass, the tip of it on her entrance. Then I grabbed her ass, pulling it back while pushing my best friend forward. First, I wasn’t able to break through so I had to use more pressure. Just as I was about to give up my first attempt, her sphincter gave way and I slid in her ass all the way. Her loud screams of lust and pain got muffled by the mattress. Then I moved back to halfpoint and shoved it back again, forcing more screams from her. Her ass wasn’t as tight as I thought. I became convinced that I haven’t been the first one to treat this low-down slutty whore like a piece of meat. So I didn’t give in to pity and nailed her ass in the same speed as her cunt before. Judging from the sound of her moans I could say that she didn’t want any.
I had emptied my balls thouroghly the two times I came before, so even with her ass being tighter as her slit, I pounded her for a while before I could even start to think of coming again. But something was missing here. I soon realised what it was: the bitch enjoyed it too much! Her holes were there to give me pleasure – she was the least of my worries there. Thrusting my cock into her ass as far as possible, I leaned over her back und pulled her head up by her hair. A loud scream came from her mouth, her pain unmistakable. I leaned back keeping her body up and fucked the hell out of her ass. Seeing her in this uncomfortable, painful position aroused me greatly, but still I wasn’t completly satisfied. She was no more than an howling, screeching creature nearly lost in oblivion, under my total control. What was missing still? In the spur of the moment, I pushed her head back on the bed and raised her still-bound hands up. Holding them at the height of my breast, she was forced to press her head into the mattress. Lucky me as for the loudness of her screams would have split my ears instead. After a few hard thrusts in this position I felt myself rise up to my third climax again. Faster and faster I went, now trying to rip up her ass instead. When I came again, I shoved my cock deep into her and raised her hands to the height of my chin. The intense pain and the power of her orgasm made her faint. She slid down on the mattress and I collapsed over her back.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked at my alarm clock. It had taken me about an hour to reduce a woman to an unconscious breathing piece of meat with three ravaged holes. I still was lying on her back, so I rolled off her and got up. She started to stir now, her eyes still closed. I picked up our clothes, putting mine on the bed but throwing hers on her back. As I untied her hands to reclaim my shirt, she came back to her senses and turned around to look at me.
“The room service has been satisfactory.”, I said. Then I took my purse and searched for a 2€-piece. When I had found it, I threw it on the pillow beside her.
“This is for your efforts. Now get up and get dressed, slut. You have 5 minutes to leave my room. If you’re not gone in 5 minutes I’ll have a nice chat with your boss telling him how good your service was and how far it went.”
She got up wordlessly and dressed. After taking the money, she slowly walked to the door, opened it and went out. The door closed again. I looked at my alarm clock. There was still time for a few beers at the beach bar I found yesterday. But first I’d take a shower again. I would never get out with the smell of that whore on me.

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Harry Potter Love You Part 3

Part three: Ron finds out
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily hers to him.
The tantalizing aromas coming from the dishes then appearing on the bedroom table, signaled the end of their tryst. Sighing, Harry gently disengaged. “Shall we eat first, or shower?”
“Let’s eat. I’m famished!” She replied. Her tummy rumbled in agreement.
Smiling in content, Harry helped her to rise from the bed. Hermione winced as her overstressed tissues protested. She tried to hide the discomfort, but Harry noticed, and placing a gentle hand on her mons, thought a warming spell. Hermione instantly felt less tender. ‘God what a man I have’ Grinning, he wafted his hand over the bed and their spent fluids vanished. She thanked him with a loving smile and a gentle kiss.
Harry summoned a pale blue robe for Hermione, and his usual emerald one for himself. Presentable now, they adjourned to the table.
Harry seated Hermione. She smiled at his display of manners and waited until he’d seated himself before picking up the coffee service. The service, recovered from his ancestral vault, was of ecru porcelain, chased with silver. Pouring his, then hers, she returned the beautiful urn to the table.
Harry lifted the steam dome over the larger tray set in the middle of the table. Winky, as usual, had overdone it, although, today, not as much as normal. Under the dome waited steaming, spiced scrambled eggs with red, green and yellow bell peppers, bangers, French toast, crisp bacon and kippers. To the side were fresh bread, strawberry conserves, butter, cold sliced Mandarin oranges and juice.
Harry served Hermione French toast, bacon and sliced oranges. For he knew she preferred to eat lightly. As for himself, he took a bit of each selection, and they tucked in.
“You realize; this changes everything.” He said, almost casually, although inside, he was anything but.
“Yea. You know Ron is going to hate us, but I really don‘t care anymore.”
“From what you’ve told me, and…” Harry added quickly, before she could protest. “…from what I already know about him, I’d say our dear friend Ronald, is deserving of quite a bit of hatred himself. You do not cheat on your girlfriend… especially with that many people.”
“What if it was only half that many, Harry?” Hermione asked quietly. “Would that be OK?”
“No.” He stated crisply. “No, not at all. What I’m trying to say is: You don’t cheat on your mate. Dean lives with Angela and Ramona, but they know each other, and they all love each other. The twins are in a four-way, with both Alicia and Angelina, but again, they know and love each other. That’s the difference, Hermione. Not the shagging. Not the number of girls in the harem, but the lies. Lying, manipulation, deceit…to me, these are the worst kinds of crimes. If you can’t tell the truth, then what good are you? What is your real worth? Do you understand my point?”
“Yes, Harry. I do. But just to play the Devil’s advocate, you’ve lied before. To me, as well as to others. What’s the difference between that and this?”
“Hermione, yes I have lied to you. But I have only lied, in order to protect you, and to protect others from things that would be much worse, if the whole truth were known. I know a lie is a lie and I shouldn‘t have, however I think that it’s the intent, which makes the difference. Ron has been lying just to protect himself from discovery… not to protect you, or any of the other girls he’s been lying to, but to keep his own deceptions quiet. He’s been lying to protect himself from the lot of you“.
“You’re saying your lying was justified, cause you were doing so to keeping me safe”
“Well yes, of course maybe I should found another way, but then I had to protect you from harm and the others too. You know I‘d die for you, I‘d be more than happy to destroy my life and give up my soul for you… Ron lies are just plain lies, no meaning no reason no purpose except to protect his deceits, My lies were out of love, to protect you and the other from harm not of my making. Not lies of jealousy, greed, deceit or lust”.
Hermione looked at him in total love as what he said sank in, “I see Harry…“ she choked a joyful tear “well don’t lie to me again”
“Yes my love”
Harry pondered a while, then murmured: “He’s always been a bit jealous…” Harry glared playfully as Hermione snorted at his minimizing of Ron’s worst trait. “…As I was saying; He’s always been jealous, but ever since the Department of Mysteries. He’s changed. Something in him has changed…and not for the better.”
Hermione knew deep down, that he was right. She had pondered this many times over the years, as she’d also noted the changes in Ron after the end of their fifth year, but the healers at St. Mungo’s had insisted he was completely cured. Still… Then his jealously had always been there, just more noticeable at times… maybe, it was just finally surfaced, when Ron found something he could steal from Harry and get away with it, well until yesterday.
Dobby popped in. “Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. Mister Ronald Wheezy is here. He is looking for his miss. Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers.”
“Good morning, Dobby.” Hermione greeted the elf warmly. Dobby ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment.
“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry replied. “Has he been offered coffee or tea?”
“Winky is offering now, Mister Harry Potter, sir! He is in the breakfast nook, waiting!” Dobby nodded his head rapidly. He was a good house elf, and saw to it in his house, that all the courtesies were observed!
“Very good. Please tell him this, exactly: “We will be down as soon as we’ve showered.” And Dobby, don’t let him come up here for any reason.”
“As you wish, Mister Harry Potter, sir! Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers!” Dobby popped away, noiselessly.
Harry turned to Hermione. “What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to your flat and pick up your stuff? Ron might try to damage or destroy something when he finds out…”
“He would, and I already have. Before I left, I cast a delayed packing charm. As soon as he left the flat, it would take effect. My things should be packed into my trunks by now. I wasn‘t going back there ever”
“Alright. Dobby!” Harry happily, called to the house-elf. Instantly Dobby reappeared.
“Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. How may Dobby serve you today?” He squeaked his ritual greeting. Harry had found it much easier to just allow it, than object to it every time Dobby greeted him. He had learned the hard way, to pick his battles!
“Dobby, would you be so kind as to go to Ron’s flat and pick up the…” Harry turned inquiringly to Hermione. She held up two fingers. “…two trunks, belonging to Hermione? She will be living here, from now on. And please ask Winky to find us some references on marriages in the wizarding world.”
Hermione grinned.
“Oh yes, Master! Dobby will do!” Dobby was so excited at the idea of Harry and Hermione marrying, that he completely forgot Harry detested the word ‘master’. He popped away before Harry could remind him.
Hermione rested her hand gently on Harry’s arm, smiling sweetly for his discomfiture. Harry smiled back, knowing it would do more harm than good, to correct Dobby.
Dobby returned a few minutes later, just as Harry and Hermione had risen from the table.
“Mister Harry Potter, sir! I has retrieved Miss Hermyninny Grangers’ property from mister Ronald Wheezy’s flat. Miss Hermyninny Grangers, I has brought you’s trunk and everything there with you’s magical feel on it.”
“Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione replied. Harry added: “Please bring her things to her room“.
“It is done already! Winky tells Dobby, that mister Ronald Wheezy is most insisting. He wishes to speak to miss Hermyninny Grangers, immediately!”
“As I said before, He’ll have to wait until we’ve showered.” Harry offered his hand to Hermoine and together, they walked from his bedroom to his bath.
Harry’s bathroom was more utilitarian than Hermione’s. Like Hermione’s, one wall was almost all glass. He had no tub. Instead, he had a large quarter-round shower made of glass bricks abutting the corner of the room. It was large enough for three or four people, more if they were really close, with a wide shelf running around it, at waist height. Four showerheads set at varying heights, one attached by a long hose, ensured more specific coverage, if called for. All the showerheads could be set for a variety of sprays, or massage.
A toilet stood nearby, partially shielded by a waist high rock wall with leafy ferns growing from the top. A single sink sat in the corner, on a modest countertop with three movable mirrors arranged over it. More ferns and varying vines grew from pots and sconces set around the room. The whole room was done in a soothing mixture of earthy browns and pale and deep greens. As in Hermione’s bath, soft soothing music wafted from hidden speakers.
The shower was already running, steam wafting through the room. Harry and Hermione doffed their robes and hung them on hooks next to the shower door. Harry made sure there were towels nearby, before he joined his beloved, under the hot sprays.
Winky popped silently into the room and exchanged Hermione’s blue terry robe for one in emerald. Smiling, she popped away with the blue one.
Hermione sighed as Harry enfolded her in his arms. She traced some of the scars that marred his once smooth flesh. His victory over Voldemort had come at an awful price. A great deal of Harry’s skin had been flayed from his body. Deep gashes, many to the bone, had bled fiercely before Harry had been placed under a stasis charm. Madam Pomfrey had almost fainted when she’d seen her favorite patient.
His skin had been restored over a period of very painful weeks and he’d eventually recovered, although not without the nightmares he’d been plagued with for most of his young life.
Now, Hermione leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder. Harry reached out and gathered a bar of soap. He lathered his hands and then applied them to her skin. Hermione moaned in bliss as he tenderly ran his hands up and down her body, touching every part of her that he could reach. She gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her nipples.
Her skin tingled wherever Harry touched. Hermione had always loved him, but only now, did she understand. Harry completed her! He’d been the thing she’d been missing during the past years with Ron.
Now, she felt…whole!
She reached her arm up and around his head, drawing his head close to hers, and opening herself up to his gentle assault.
Harry tormented her skin with feathery light caresses, just touching here and there. Joining his mouth to hers, he found her willing. Hermione’s tongue met his in gentle but passionate battle.
Hermione was literally in heaven! None of the men she’d ever known, had treated her like this. Ron certainly hadn’t! Now, she thought she could easily get used to it!
Harry slid his hands up and down her belly, cupping her breasts and lightly tracing her nipples with his soap-slicked fingers. Hermione groaned and arched her back, thrusting her bottom against his groin. A nice surprise awaited her there. Harry’s erection pressed hot, against her spine. Grinning wickedly, she wriggled her bum, pressing his organ between her cheeks. She felt the warm glow begin anew, inside her core. Hermione again drew Harry’s head to her own, and rejoined her lips to his.
As Harry’s hands continued to lather her up, in more ways than one, she eased one hand behind her and lightly gripped Harry’s organ, stroking it slowly.
Harry pressed his hips against her, as he set the soap aside, rinsed his hand and found her clit.
Hermione cried out and thrust against him again, this time with intent! Harry lightly traced his fingers under her body to find her petals already open and wetted. He eased the tips of two fingers into her.
He gently pumped his fingers into her a few times before she broke the kiss and cried out: “Enough! Fuck me, now!”
Harry pulled his hand from her, and brought his fingers to their mouths. Each of them took a finger in, savoring her nectar.
Harry gently, but firmly, pushed her forward, so her elbows rested on the wide ledge. He gripped his cock and brushed it lightly up and down her slit before placing the tip at her opening.
Hermione reached under herself and held him in place before thrusting backwards, impaling herself with a throaty sigh. Harry pushed forward at the same time, meeting her halfway.
Hermione returned her elbows to the ledge and closed her eyes, savoring the stretching feeling within her as Harry drove into her.
In and out, out and in, they moved together. Hot water coursed down their joined bodies, as Harry bent over her, thrusting slowly and deliberately.
Long and slow, they moved, taking all the time in the world to pleasure each other.
Harry gripped and rolled Hermione’s breasts as he plumbed her body. Hermione did what she could for him, but the position prevented her doing much.
Hermione realized she had to change this. Straightening, she turned, drawing herself off of him. She hopped up onto the ledge and opened her legs widely, inviting him to return.
He did so, and willingly! Lifting one leg, he rested her ankle on his shoulder, pushed in, and held her close, moving his hips, just slightly.
Hermione wrapped her other leg around Harry’s slim waist.
The new position put considerable pressure on her clitoris, and, already nearly there, she began her rise to climax, immediately!
Harry moved his hands to her hips, joined his mouth to hers in a passionate, soul-draining kiss, and began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sinking slowly back into her. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her breast and suckled a nipple.
Hermione came hard, crying out, as she shuddered around him. Harry leaned in and again joined his lips to hers. He began to pump his hips harder now, driving quickly into her over and again.
Hermione came again and again. She never seemed to stop! One climax would immediately begin another! The electric sensation coursing through her body felt like the very power of the sun itself was burning within her!
Harry thrust one last time, and exploded. He held her, as drowning man, would clutch a life ring, while he emptied his soul into her.
Hermione screamed out her pleasure, as she felt his seed surge into her body, filling her.
Standing locked together, bodies shuddering from passion, they held each other tightly. Kisses, both passionate and chaste, followed as Harry and Hermione came down from their sexual high. The hot water rinsed them clean as they each explored the other.
The kisses gentled, until, finally, they parted.
I love you Hermione Granger.” Harry whispered almost reverently. Here, he’d been given a gift beyond measure. He intended to ensure she knew the gift was appreciated.
“I love you, Harry.” Hermione replied, no less awed. She too, felt she’d been given a wondrous and precious gift. Everything was right in the universe, Harry loved her.
Harry stepped slowly away, withdrawing from her, and easing her leg down. Hermione winced as aching muscles protested. She slipped off the shelf and stood, on rather shaky legs.
“you want me to ease …”
“no my love, we’ll never get downstairs” she relished in the ache.
Harry turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Heat lamps came on, signaled by his presence. He held out a towel for her. Hermione sighed in pleasure as he rubbed her dry, and when finished, wrapped her in a thick terry robe.
She tied the sash, and wrapped another towel around her hair, as Harry toweled himself off. It was only then, that she noticed the robe she had on, was not the powder blue she usually wore, but one of his deep emerald green ones.
“Marking your territory, Harry?” She asked dryly, with a raised eyebrow.
“You know me better than that, ‘Mione. I’m just letting Ron know, you are under my protection. Anything else he wants to read into that, is his own look-out.”
Finished drying himself, Harry donned his own green robe.
“Shall we?”
“Yes. Lets do!” Together they turned toward the bathroom door. Just before Harry reached to open it, Hermione stopped him. “Wait!”
Harry eyed her curiously, as she loosened the sash just a bit, tugged the robe up and retightened the belt. Harry grinned widely as he saw her plan. Any movement, especially when seated, would show Ron clearly, that the only thing under Hermione’s robe, was Hermione. Harry looked from her almost-exposed torso to her glittering cinnamon eyes. Hermione smiled wickedly, then nodded toward the door.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him “later, my love”
Together, they walked down the heavy, openwork stairway to the lounge. In the breakfast nook, Ron sat at the table, toying with his coffee, and glaring at Dobby and Winky.
Both elves studiously ignored him as they stood by the sideboard. Winky held a silver tray bearing a piece of parchment along with a suspiciously familiar, partially burnt envelope.
As Dobby picked up the coffee service, Ron became aware of their presence. He looked up and growled: “It’s about damn time you woke up, Hermione! Why the hell aren’t you dressed?” Then, he recognized the color she wore.
Green really was Hermione’s color. It complemented her complexion, eyes and hair perfectly. But before she always wore blue.
Despite his image, Ron wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what the color meant. Harry’s matched. He leapt to his feet and whipped out his wand, rage glowing in his eyes. The wand vanished, courtesy of an angry house elf. Dobby glared at Ron; promising much, much worse to come if he tried anything stupid!
“Sit down Ron!” Harry ordered. Ron sat. He was used to taking orders, although not much used to hearing Harry issue them. He tried to temporize. “Hermione, why aren’t you dressed? We do have to be going. We have a breakfast with the team sponsors today.”
“Ron, I’m not going anywhere with you, ever. Not after yesterday.”
“What about yesterday? So I got a little pissed. So what? You came, didn’t you? From the sounds you were making, you had a fantastic orgasm! Can Harry give that to you?” Ron sneered the name, as if Harry were beneath contempt.
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business, he can, but that’s not why I’m leaving you.”
“Yeah? Why then? I love you, Hermione.”
“No you don’t, Ron. You never have. You just wanted something Harry couldn’t have, so you sabotaged his chance at a relationship with me. You betrayed him, and you lied to me! You told me Harry was gay! You knew he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend and you burnt his note. How could you?”
“I don’t remember any note.” Ron lied. “Maybe I lost it. I dunno. Anyway, why’s it matter? Isn’t that the night you came to me and said you wanted to be my girl? I think…”
Hermione instantly probed Ron’s thoughts. Fuck his privacy, There it was! Right on the surface! She saw the entire scene from Ron’s viewpoint. Unfortunately, she also felt his thoughts and feelings on the issue, during the incident years ago.
What she found wasn’t pretty. Ron’s mind was filled with jealousy at Harry’s having everything. He resented Harry’s money, fame, even his superior magical power.
She heard his past thoughts: ‘So! Harry wants to shag Hermione. It’s easy enough. I wonder if she’s a virgin. Probably. Ugly little bookworm. No tits worth mentioning. An arse that’s barely there. Short. Needs makeup, too. Hmm, I guess she’d be OK in bed. I heard somewhere that the mousy bookworms, are usually rather kinky. Maybe I can play this so I can have her and Lavender! Yea. But how do I get her away from Harry. Oh, yeah, the note! Yea! I’ll just chuck it into the fire. What’ll I tell Hermione? Lets see… Oh, wait! Seamus once told me Harry was HOT! I think I’ll tell her he’s a flaming pouf! That ought to put a damper on anything she’s got for him. As for Harry, well, he’s rich. He can buy any other bird. But I’ll have something he can’t have. It’s perfect!’
Hermione managed…barely, to keep her recent breakfast down. She bypassed that memory and began to dig deeper. Fortunately, Ron had long before, proved to be worse than useless at Occlumency, so sifting through his memories was simplicity itself. Still, Hermione was shocked at some of the thoughts she found there. Seeing how Ron really felt about Her and Harry and his sister! Then the other thoughts, for a moment she thought she was in Draco’s mind.
Harry, knowing she was mentally strolling through Ron’s laundry, spoke up: “Ron, when Dobby saw you throw my note to Hermione into the fire, he cast a protective spell on it, and an illusion to make you think it had burnt. As soon as you’d gone, he pulled it from the flames. He burned himself rather seriously doing that, I might add.”
Ron blanched when Dobby lifted the letter and its envelope from Winky’s tray. Harry went on.
“Ron, we could forgive your deception, if you truly cared about Hermione, but you’ve shown quite clearly, that you don’t.”
“Of course, I do!” Ron turned to Hermione. “Hermione, I love you more than anything!”
“Do you really?” Harry asked sadly, hoping he didn‘t really. “Do you love her more than all the other girls you’re shagging?” Instantly the faces of all seventeen girls, about half of whom were muggles, came to the fore, accompanied by their names and places of residence along with floo calls or phone numbers. Hermione captured them all, easily. Starting with the one he shag just an hour ago.
‘An hour ago and now claiming he loves me, oooo the, the.. Asshole’
“I believe the expression you used was: “I have seventeen other birds on the side, that I like to shag from time to time.” Oh, and before you even think about going after Dean, he didn’t say a word to me. Winky overheard you. You really shouldn’t tell secrets unless you are certain you won’t be overheard by those who are loyal to the other side.”
Exhausted and disgusted by her mental exploration, Hermione sat heavily, unconcerned that the action opened her robe to expose her breasts.
As was said before, Ron wasn’t stupid. He immediately understood the only reason Hermione could appear naked under Harry’s robe. He went ape shit.
“You’re shagging Harry! Admit it, you slag!”
Harry didn’t use any magic. He didn’t need it. His punch broke Ron’s long nose and flung the now unconscious man across the room. He made a portkey, to the pigsty at the Burrow, and dumped it onto Ron’s chest. Three seconds later, the redhead vanished.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”
“You and me, both, ‘Mione. But, I won’t tolerate anyone calling you something like that ever!.” Harry wrapped his arms around his new-found lover. Hermione smiled in contentment, and cuddled into his embrace. ‘Oh sweet Maeve she loved this man‘.
“Harry that was the last time Ron will ever see me this way”
Harry smiled knowly.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Harry smirked. Hermione snorted in a mixture of amusement and aggravation.
“Don’t be silly, Harry. We can’t do that all day!” Although inside, she wanted nothing less.
“We could try.” Harry shot back. He tipped his head to hers and met her mouth. Hermione had anticipated his invitation and was ready. Her lips parted at the first contact, and seconds later she moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged her teeth with his tongue. She held him tighter, and realized, from his physical reaction, that yes, he could indeed, ‘do that all day’!
He pressed gently ready to back off at the first sign of resistance. Hermione realized he was still quite nervous as to their newly developed relationship and would likely bolt if she gave even the slightest reason for him to think his advances were unwanted.
She sighed in frustration. Harry, as expected, broke the kiss and attempted to retreat. Hermione pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, and would not release him.
“No, Harry. I’m not angry or upset with you. It’s those damned…thrice be-damned Dursleys, that I could kill!”
“Hermione, they’re dead. They can’t do anything, anymore.”
“I know, Harry, but they’ve done so much harm to you already. I wonder if we can ever make it better.”
Harry ended that conversation by rejoining his lips to hers. As before, Hermione granted him instant access. As their tongues fought a soft but insistent battle to claim the limited space, Hermione ran her fingers up Harry’s back, to twine in his unruly hair. He returned the favor in a like manner, cupping her head in one hand to hold her to him. His other hand found it’s way to her lower back, where it rested, tracing circles along her spine.
His body seemed to move of it’s own volition, his hips thrusting forward insistently, pressing his erection against her lower belly. Hermione felt herself begin to heat.
Finally, she broke the kiss, and said, her eyes dark with lust: “OK, but just one more go. Then we go out and do something good for the both of us.”
“Are you saying that mind-blowing sex isn’t good for the both of us?”
“Of course not, silly!” She protested, parting the lapels of Harry’s emerald bathrobe, and running her hands across his skin. He pulled away long enough to open her own robe and expose her breasts. Immediately, he bent his head and latched onto one nipple.
Already aroused, her nipple became harder as he laved it with his silky-coarse tongue. Hermione closed her eyes and threw back her head in pleasure. He burrowed one hand under her still-belted robe, and eased it between her legs. She was already wet. Harry slid his fingers along her opening, lubricating them with her fluids. Hermione opened her legs a bit to give him access. All the while, her own hands had not been idle.
She quickly unbelted his own robe, and lowered her hand to his groin, to find his cock hard as steel. Gripping it gently, she stroked up and down it’s length a few times. Harry had begun stroking her clit, and now, he slipped his fingers inside her. Hermione almost came there on the spot!
“I’m ready, Harry.” She rasped against his neck. “Fuck me!”
Harry backed her against the wall, pulled his fingers free, and holding her robe away, he eased into her.
Hermione screamed softly as she felt herself being filled once again. They were almost same of a height, due in no small part, to Harry’s near starvation during his childhood with those misbegotten Dursleys, so making love while standing, was very possible.
to the position, Harry’s shaft rubbed directly against Hermione’s clit, bringing her to climax almost immediately. As soon as she began to come, Harry began to stroke faster. Hermione fell into another violent orgasm, one of many, that would rip through her before Harry finally let himself go.
Harry shifted his position from time to time to make things more interesting for her. Each change brought forth new and more wonderful sensations for Hermione. Again, and again she came, clutching Harry to her. She absolutely knew that if she were to let him go, even for a second, she would fall to the floor in a boneless heap of quivering flesh. The cleverest witch of her age was certainly smart enough to hold him tightly to her.
Harry began to pump fast and hard now, intending to ensure he shared this climax with her.
At long last, Hermione cried out, as she again felt Harry’s liquid heat fill her past the point of capacity.
‘Sweet Merlin he’s running down my legs’ Hermione moaned.
They ended up making love three more times before calling it quits, and leaving Harry’s home. They apparated to London, and went shopping.
The two lovers wandered aimlessly through the Piccadilly Circus, peering into store windows, and buying whatever suited their fancy. Hermione saw a beautiful down comforter, and pointed it out to Harry. He immediately led her into the shop and asked the clerk there, if they had more. In the end, he bought three and ordered three more. The mistress there, smiled brightly at his purchases, knowing she’d made a great deal of money that day, and assured him that she would send them to his home immediately. Harry told her he had a car available. She had one of her clerks take them to the loading dock behind the store, where Harry cast a mild confundus charm, instructed him to report he’d loaded them into a dark green mini, and handed him a fiver. As the young man reentered the store, Harry cast a shrinking charm on the quilts, reducing them to the size of handkerchiefs, and stuffed them into his bag. From there, they wandered around, looking into several other shops. Since Harry’s home was already well appointed, the only things they really needed were inconsequential’s. Together, they shopped until they were tired.
“Let’s stop here.” Harry suggested, pointing at a little Italian restaurant, hidden away in a cul-de-sac off of Haymarket.
“OK.” Hermione agreed, gazing at her lover with more than affection. Harry gently steered her into the restaurant with a hand around her waist.
“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” A rather round man with a florid face and a black moustache greeted them in Italian.
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” Harry asked.
“Ah, si gratze’! You would like table, please?” He asked in heavily accented English. “For two?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, coming this way. Please.” He led them to a cozy little table for two, in front of a many-paned window, that overlooked a tiny garden to the rear of the restaurant. The early afternoon light filtered through the hazy overcast made the garden glow with muted colors. Hermione sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Harry seated Hermione, then himself. The man returned to the kitchen, yelling something. Moments later, a pretty, black haired woman of about thirty years, approached their table. She smiled brightly at Harry, and almost so at Hermione. Harry interpreted her glance and took Hermione’s hand. Trying to recover her composure, she spoke in Italian accented English.
“I am Angelina. You would like…to drink…ah, something to drink?”
Harry agreed, ordering a large antipasto platter, and two glasses of milk, in somewhat faulty, classical Italian. Hermione’s eyes lit up and she grinned brightly enough to light the entire place.
Angelina’s eyes also sparkled in the subdued light. In English, she whispered throatily. “Oh, so you speak Italiano, very good too! If the lady doesn’t do it for you, tonight, you come see me. I will see you happy!”
Hermione felt a tingle where Harry’s hand still covered hers. As he stroked her fingers, she saw a beautiful wedding band set on her third finger. The bands were platinum with red and yellow gold inset in a crosshatch pattern. The engagement ring bore a half-carat diamond in an oval cut with a smaller baguette cut diamond on either side, and the wedding band carried two stones; a ruby and a sapphire, flanking the diamond. The waitress saw it as well, and flushed.
“Thank you, no. My wife and I are quite happy together!”
“Oh! Scusi, please. I meant no insult!”
Hermione spoke now, also in Italian. “Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!”
Both women laughed brightly, at this. Harry, whose limited understanding of the Italian language had been exhausted by the menu, simply sat there, knowing he was being teasingly insulted.
When Angelina left, Hermione refused to tell him what they had been discussing; saying only that it was ‘girl stuff’. Lifting her beringed hand, she whispered: “It’s lovely, Harry. Thank you.”
“It was my mother’s. I hope you’ll wear it. You’ll have to give the wedding band back until the ceremony, of course, but I’d really love for you to have it.”
“I’ll never take it off.” Hermione whispered, a tear of joy finding it’s way down her cheek.
Harry brushed it away with his thumb, saying “Nothing but the best for you, my love. You deserve it.”
As he brushed the tear away. Hermione thought of the many times he’d done so in the past, and cursed herself for a fool as she recalled how gentle he was.
Angelina returned quickly with a large antipasto tray, laid out with cheeses, vegetables, thinly sliced meats, sausages, breads, and olives, both green and black. Three bowls in the center of the platter held sour cream mixed with minced shallots, Marinara, and fresh-grated Parmesan cheese. She set the tray on a stand beside the small table and deposited the milk jug next to them, all the while staring at the rock Hermione wore.
“Oooh! That looks yummy!” She commented. “But why the milk? I would have thought…”
“The milk is like the antipasto. It’s to coat your stomach, to prepare it for the acids we’re going to eat. We’ll have wine with dinner…if you wish. Speaking of which, I hear the lasagna here is excellent!”
“I’d heard that too. In fact, I’ve heard lots of really good things about Thomaso’s. Who’d have thought I’d end up here? It’s supposed to be really pricey!”
“You’d prefer fish and chips?”
“A most emphatic NO!” Hermione grinned.
They picked at their antipasto in a companionable silence, until Angelina returned with the menus.
Harry ordered the lasagna and a Caesar salad for both of them after a nod from Hermione. He also ordered a carafe of the house burgundy, stating: ‘If Thomaso had selected the wine for his own table, it would be prefect for theirs.’ That comment had garnered him brilliant smiles from both Angelina and Thomaso. Harry asked Angelina to wait on both for at least forty five minutes. She said she would, and departed.
Harry and Hermione nibbled at the antipasto and chatted amiably about anything and everything…the only subject off limits, by unspoken consensus, was Ron and his deception.
When the requisite time had elapsed, Angelina returned with the lasagna, salads and the wine. She also brought a few baguettes of crusty bread, fresh from the oven and spiced heavily with Rosemary. She took away the antipasto tray and left the lovers alone.
Hermione took a bite of the lasagna and squealed in bliss. “Harry! This is soooo delicious! Go on. Try it!” She lifted a bite on her fork and held it out for him to taste.
Harry understood the honor she’d paid him and took the fork into his mouth. He found himself in instant agreement with his betrothed. The lasagna was excellent. The Burgundy complementing the dish perfectly.
“We have to come here often.”
“Mmmmhmmm!”
An hour later, after ices, coffee and pastries, Harry and Hermione, now replete, rose. Thomaso, greeted them again, and presented Harry with the bill. Forty seven pounds was a bit on the pricey side, but Harry handed over his credit card without batting an eye. He asked Thomaso to add twenty pounds to the bill for Angelina. Thomaso smiled widely and did so.
Outside the restaurant, Hermione commented: “You know, with the way you tip, you’ll be welcome here anytime!”
Harry just grinned. “I’ve got it, why hoard it?”
They wandered the circus for a time, seeing what was to be seen. Stopping from time to time to feed the pigeons, kiss, or just to hold each other. Hermione spied the beautiful stone ‘Eros’ fountain. She dragged Harry over to it and asked him for a two pence coin. Harry handed her the copper, and closing her eyes, she tossed it over her shoulder into the water.
Harry hugged her close and asked quietly: “Did you get your wish?” Hermione brought her lips up to his and murmured “Mmmmhmmm!”
Breaking the kiss, she said “Harry! It’s your turn! You wish for something.”
“I don’t need to. I already have everything I could ever want, right here.”
Hermione’s eyes positively glowed. Teasing, she murmured: “You don’t have to say things like that to get into my knickers, Harry.” She flushed, and buried her head in his chest.
“Hermione, I’m not saying that as an excuse to get you into bed. You’ve given me two of the three gifts dearest to my heart. You gave me your friendship more than ten years ago, and now, you’ve given me your love.”
Hermione turned her face to his. Happy tears leaked from her eyes. “What’s the third?”
“A child. A child of the both of us.” He spoke so softly, Hermione could barely hear, but she understood fully.
“Then let’s go home and make a family, my love.” She murmured.
Harry lifted her chin, and kissed her again, softly, tenderly, fully.
Returning home, Harry unloaded their purchases and led Hermione into the kitchen. Without a word, he lifted her up onto the table and knelt before her. He flipped up her skirt and tugged her knickers aside, immediately applying his tongue to her clit.
Shocked, Hermione could only gasp in pleasure at this friendly assault. Any thoughts of protest flew immediately out the window. Soon enough, she had no rational thoughts in her head, whatsoever, as his velvety smooth tongue caressed her clit. Instinctively, she rolled back onto her arse, to expose herself more fully to him. Harry pulled her knickers off and tossed them over his shoulder, then pressed in with a fervor she’d never seen before. Hermione rested one leg on his back, while drawing the other up onto the table.
“Oh, yes, Harry! Just there!” She cried. Ron had rarely attempted this, and then only as a prerequisite for ‘the good stuff’ as he was to say. He’d only go down on her long enough to ensure she was wetted enough to take him in. Often, he wouldn’t even do that; he’d just finger her a bit and then plow right in! This on the other hand was heavenly. This was the man she love, who loved her loving her. The Hell with Ron, he can’t come any where near anything, compared to Harry, My Sweet Loving Harry, “AHhhhhhh Harrrryyy“.
Harry licked and sucked, kissed, nibbled, teased and tormented her clit to such a level that Hermione fell back crying out her pleasure. Hands wandered, opening clothing, until, after three more repeats, He finally eased back. Hermione lay there panting, naked from waist down, and nearly so up. Harry stood and helped her to stand up, only to turn her around and bend her over the table. Hermione had hoped for this! Harry held her lips open as she eased his cock into her. She cried out a stifled moan as he sank slowly into her body.
“Fast, Harry! Fuck me hard!” She ordered. She had had hers. Now, she wanted Harry to find his release!
Ever the gentleman, Harry did as she bade him. He gripped her arse firmly and began to pump. Out and in, in and out. He drove fast, and he drove deep! Hermione moaned and cried out with each thrust. Sweating and panting they both moved together, causing the table to creak alarmingly in protest.
Paying it no mind, Harry went on thrusting smoothly into her. Hermione grasped the table trying to brace herself against the rocking. She wasn’t having much luck. She kept slipping this way and that.
From the next room, Dobby and Winky tried to ignore the impassioned noises coming from the kitchen. Winky scowled at the thought of the mess she’d have to clean up, until Dobby called her on it.
“We is bonded to the greatest and kindest wizard in the world. He is bonding with the witch that means more to him than anything else. Mister Harry Potter sir, has seen far too much pain. He deserves this happiness!”
Winky flushed and nodded, ashamed to have thought of her own happiness before that of her master.
She reached for her ears when Dobby gently took her hands and spoke quietly. ‘There will be no punishing here. Mister Harry Potter sir does not allow it!”
Feeling the tingle that told him he was getting close, Harry began to drive furiously. The slap of flesh against wet flesh was loud in the room, and Hermione’s moaning cries were much louder!
He plowed into the gasping, crying woman on his kitchen table, intending, for damn sure, that he was going to get this last one!
He did. With a last mighty heave, Harry grunted harshly and erupted into the body of his beloved, pulsing deeply within her. Hermione cried out loudly as she felt herself being filled yet again. Harry fell on top of her, spent. He thought nothing of the nasty ‘crack’ he heard from the abused table.
Exhausted, Harry summoned his magic and thinking very carefully and deliberately, he apparated them into his bed. There, they fell into the deepest slumber. He still inside her.
Three hours later, Hermione woke, stiff and sore, to the call of nature. That last go had almost killed her, dead! She smiled widely in recall, thinking; ‘But what a way to go!’ and then eased herself from the bed. Stumbling to the bath, she visited the loo, than turned to the shower. Winky was there to greet her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve you today?”
“Good after…” She yawned widely, then finished. “…noon, Winky. What time is it?” She asked, stretching as far as she could. Hearing the pop and crackle of easing bones, she returned her attention to the helpful house-elf.
“It is five fourteen in the afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger.
“Oh. OK, That gives me a few hours. Winky, would you and Dobby see to it that Harry does not wake up until I return? He is very tired after all!” She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her head in an attempt to get the last kinks out.
“Yes, Winky knows. Winky and Dobby heard Miss and Master in the kitchen. Dobby had to repair the table!” Immediately Hermione blushed brightly.
“You heard?” She was mortified!
“Miss, from the noise you was making, it is only because of the silencing charms around this house, that the muggle please-men are not here!” Winky’s tone was admonishing, but she wore a cheerful smile that took the sting out of her rebuke.
Again, Hermione blushed, furiously. “Oh, my God!” She moaned in embarrassment.
Winky put her out of her misery. “You was saying?”
Hermione was startled by the segue, but recovered quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to talk to Ginny. Would you make sure Harry gets a peaceful sleep until I return?”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“Thank you, Winky.” Winky popped away, obviously intending to share her instructions with Dobby.
Hermione gratefully stepped into the steaming shower, letting the nearly scalding water sooth her aches. Those the water couldn’t reach, she handled with magic.
Hermione, now dressed in a deep hunter’s green woolen skirt, and maroon silk blouse, shrugged into a matching green, wool coat.
“Winky” she said , the little elf was picking up the dirty towels.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve …” as she turned to Hermione.
“I’ll be back later this evening. I may eat over at Ginny’s, so if I’m not here by seven, go ahead and wake Harry. Tell him I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.” The house elf promised. Dobby nodded his head in agreement, then turned once more to his cleaning.
Hermione walked out the door, and apparated away.
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“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. . Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” (“Oh, Good day sir and Miss. Welcome to Thomaso’s Italian restaurant.”)
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” (“English, please?)
“Ah, si gratze’!” (“Oh, yes, thank you!”)
“Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!” (“Don’t worry. We get that all the time. Every girl with blood in her veins wants him. It’s all I can do to keep his head small enough to fit through the door!”)

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Fantasy

Twin Brothers… together

As twins Kale and Jeremy grew up doing everything together; from baseball, school, and sex. The boys had spent their whole lives in a small town with nothing to do, so they spent their time together. And like any twins they were inseparable. Both the boys, being identical twins, were 14, 5’4 and skinny, semi long blond hair, gorgeous blueish grey eyes, and they were beautiful. They were the must haves of any girl in school. But as summer came around they spent their time messing around the neighbor’s farm and swimming in the creek behind their house. Today was no exception.
As they were approaching the creek Kale took off his shirt and shorts, his brother followed suit. They made it to the bank and dropped their clothes in a pile. Jeremy now slid his briefs down as well and puts them in the pile and is walking into the water naked.
“What are you doing?” Kale asked as he half looked away from his brother.
“Skinny dipping dude, it’s not like we don’t know what the other has every time we look in a mirror, so why do I care if you see me naked.”
“Good point.” And Kale took off his as well.
Both the boys had nice flat stomachs with the V down to the crotch. Both boys were shaved as well, neither of them liking body hair at all. Both had around two inches limp hanging as the waded into the water. They started to swim and splash each other and wrestle around in the water.
About forty five minutes in Jeremy grabbed Kale in a bear hug from behind and leaned back. As he was about to throw him he noticed that his twin bros dick was standing straight up and about 5 inches. As he released him into the water he thought, ‘did I make him hard’?
When Kale emerged from under the water he was laughing and Jeremy looked at him and said “So I guess it’s a turn on to see yourself naked?” talking about Kale seeing him (his twin brother).
“No. Why you say that?” Kale responded a little embarrassed.
“Cause you hard as a rock dude, I saw it.”
“It’s nothing man just being free hanging makes it nice I guess.”
“No you’re turned on by me, it’s ok, I would be too. Oh, wait I am cause I see me right there,” as he pointed at Kale.
“No your not.”
“Yeah I am dude,” he floated up to show his brother his five inch cock. “See, its just the rubbing up against someone that’s doing it for me.”
“But I am your brother.”
“So it’s like seeing me, and I do get turned on by it. Why you think I don’t chase pussy like it’s going out of style?”
“I dunno I just assumed you weren’t ready.”
“You were.”
“Yeah I guess your right. But I don’t know what you’re expecting.”
“To have you fuck my brains out. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Like what, it’s like fucking me remember.” Kale walked forward and was inches from Jeremy, and Jeremy’s heart raced as he felt their dicks start to rub against each others. Kale stopped, looked into Jeremy’s eyes and leaned in and started to make out with his brother. They both embraced each other as they rubbed their cocks up and down the others, moving their hips in rhythmic motions. They tugged hair and finally Jeremy broke the kiss and smiled at his brother. He took a deep breath and sank under. Once he found Kale’s cock he took it immediately into his warm mouth. Kale instantly felt his brother’s mouth on his cock; the water being a lot cooler. He started to push his hips forward driving his cock all the way into his brother’s hot mouth. He moaned audibly, and his brother heard it and then Jeremy pulled his brother’s cock out and started to like his balls up from the very bottom to the base of his dick. He loved the tickling sensation it gave him. After almost a minute under, Jeremy had to come up for air, and Kale said “Damn bro that was awesome.”
Jeremy said nothing just grabbed hold of his twin brother’s rock hard member and started to lead him out of the water. He stopped by a downed tree and let go only long enough to put it back into his mouth. Kale gasped as his brother took him again in his mouth. He lightly place one hand on the top of Jeremy’s head and stiffened up feeling his 14 year old balls tighten under the sucking power of his sexy brother. Jeremy sensing this stopped and stood up for anther kiss. Kale feeling no fear broke the kiss only to kiss down his neck and chest and stopped to pay extra attention to his brother’s small little pink nipple. He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue, then started down again, kissing down his belly and onto his legs, avoiding his brother’s throbbing member to build up more anticipation. Using no hands only his face and mouth played and kissed at his brother’s cock. Finally, being to much Jeremy saw his chance and pushed his five inch cock into the moist warmth that was his twin’s mouth. Kale took it in as Jeremy started fucking his face. Kale just sat back on his heals and sucked as Jeremy humped his crotch into his face. Kale slurped and sucked feeling his brother’s cock slide in and out of his mouth, on and off of his tongue. Jeremy would pull almost all the way out and push back in, and Kale would meet his tool with a twirling tongue every time. Kale started to bob his head back and forth making Jeremy’s 14 year old cock go in and out faster. Jeremy, felling his jizz on the brink, grabbed hair with both hands and just stopped and held there while Kale licked causing him to bust his load into his brother’s mouth. Kale started to gag with the first shot of boy spunk into his mouth, and pulled it out as Jeremy unloaded four more shots of hot boy juice on his face and glorious chest. Jacking him off, Kale stood up with his brother’s cum in his mouth and dove into another passionate kiss sharing Jeremy’s jizz. Kale pulled back and gulped down what he had as Jeremy did too.
Then he pushed Jeremy’s shoulder turning him around and bent him over on the tree. He kneeled down and spread his brothers bubble butt cheeks apart and dove his tongue into his boy asshole. He licked up and down and pushed his tongue as deep as it would go into his brother’s virgin hole. Kale stood up, and took the jizz from his chest and rubbed it on his cock. He lined his cock up and plunged his throbbing tool deep into his ass. He held it in for a few moments to let his brother relax, feeling him tense up and hearing him gasp in both pain and pleasure. Once Jeremy relaxed he started to slowly pump his cock in and out and back in as deep of his young dick could go. Then leaned over, kissed his brother’s neck again and said, “You ready?” His twin’s response wasn’t verbal, Jeremy pushed himself back into Kale causing his dick to go the farthest yet. Kale stood up and put his hands on Jeremy’s hips and started to pull him back as he trusted forward. He kept this up pushing and pushing; as his legs started to tire he stopped and let his hard dick plop out of his brother’s ass. Kale then pulled him up off the tree and laid down on the ground. His brother straddled him and lowered his hole directly onto his straight up member and sat down, pushing his cock deep into the darkness. As he started to go up and down, Kale jacked off his brother’s new hard on. Jeremy moaned in pleasure and rode his brother’s cock hard. Kale furiously pumped away at his brother’s cock and Jeremy exclaimed, “Dude I am going to cum again, go faster.” Kale, finding the strength, pumped as fast as he could. In the blur of his own climax building he felt the familiar warmth of the pearly white liquid on his chest and hand. He felt the force of his brother’s orgasm in his ass and it sent him over the edge. Playing with the cum on his chest and tasting it off his other hand, he blew the biggest load he ever had directly into his brother’s tight asshole. Jeremy felt seven shots of cum splash onto his insides and just sat down letting his brother come down from his orgasm. Once relaxed Kale looked up, chuckled and said, “We are going to need to do this more often.” Jeremy stood up and cum trickled out of his asshole onto his brother. He reached a hand down and pulled his twin brother up and said “Let’s get cleaned up.”
As the walked into the creek, Jeremy felt the jizz running out of his ass and down his leg. As the approached the water Kale tackled him into the water and they started splash again.

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