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Kristina Is Plugged By he Tire Repairman

KRISTINA IS PLUGGED BY THE TIRE REPAIRMAN
By rutger5 ( An original story 2011)
“No I’m sorry senora just like the sign says we only accept cash” Miguel Luis Estrada told the attractive, well dressed woman as he pointed to the sign prominently hanging at the front of his business which stated in bold lettering CASH ONLY – NO CREDIT.
“I assure you sir that you will be paid in full” Kristina Thorson replied “and that if you don’t accept credit cards then just repair my tire and I’ll return tomorrow at the latest with the money. My husband is very well known in this city’s business community and you have nothing to lose.”
Miguel shrugged his shoulders helplessly before again pointing to the sign.
“I can’t help you senora. Maybe your husband can get someone he knows to come and pay me and then I will fix your tire. My hands are tied, that is the rule here and I can’t go against it every time a beautiful woman asks, though I wish I could help.”
Though she was becoming frustrated with the man’s intransigence Kristina couldn’t help but to smile shyly when he called her beautiful. How long had it been since she’d been called that by a man she wondered to herself? Sure the ladies from the spa she’d just left had oohed and aahed over her appearance but they were women who also made their living catering to spoiled wives like her. This man must be sincere however as under the circumstances what could he possibly gain with a lie she reasoned. Almost unconsciously Kristina ran a slim, delicate hand through her flame colored locks.
“Maybe you can get money from an ATM senora” Miguel suggested to her as his dark eyes drank in her fair beauty.
Kristina now regretted taking this route home from the day spa. If she had driven the more conventional way out of the city to the suburbs this wouldn’t be happening. In trying to save time she had cut thru this gritty section of the city that had formerly been home to factories and the like. The manufacturing jobs were long gone and now there were just some machine shops and auto repair facilities and a few other businesses barely hanging on. She couldn’t imagine there was an ATM closer than the convenience store she had passed a little more than a mile back.
Looking up at the threatening gray sky and down at her four inch Steve Madden heels Kristina knew she wasn’t about to try and walk that especially in this rough section of town. She wished she hadn’t been so generous with the small amount of cash she’d been carrying as a tip to the girl who had given her the seaweed wrap but she had been so sweet and besides she had her cards with her. Most of the time Kristina carried very little money as Carl, her husband, preferred her to use the charge cards as in that way he could track how she spent money as part of his controlling personality. Well time to bite the bullet and deal with the unpleasantness she thought. Removing her cell from her Coach bag she hit the buttons rapidly.
“Yes this is Mrs. Thorson, would you please put Mr. Thorson on the line” she asked in a quiet voice when the phone was answered. She paced in front of the shop as she waited and in a minute his cold voice came over the phone.
“Yes Kristina what is it now?” he said in a clearly annoyed tone at being disturbed by his wife.
“I’m sorry Carl, I know you don’t like being called at work but I have a problem with the car.”
“You didn’t get in another accident did you? Because if you did I swear you’ll regret it.”
“No I wasn’t in an accident and you know that the accident wasn’t my fault but the other driver’s.”
“Yeah but if you were a better driver maybe you could have avoided it. Well I’m waiting.”
“I just have a flat tire and I’m at a tire repair shop but they only accept cash and I don’t have enough with me.”
“What do you expect from me Kristina, for me to fly there? I’m busy right now. Check the glove compartment for the roadside assistance number for God’s sake and leave me alone.”
With that the phone went dead as Kristina fought the urge to cry. She realized that she had forgotten about the service but Carl could be so cruel to her and she wondered for not the first time how much longer she could take things as they were.
After hanging up on his wife Carl looked down at his secretary Angie who was kneeling between his legs and still had one hand wrapped around his erection. He pushed her head back towards where he wanted it.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop what you were doing, now get back to work” he said leaning back in his high backed leather chair. He moaned with pleasure as she resumed the task at hand.
While Kristina paced and talked on the phone Miguel stared at her lustfully. This gringa was not only beautiful but also very sexy. With her heels on she was taller than he was and her burnished red hair inflamed his desire especially in conjunction with her snow white complexion. He licked his lips hungrily as his eyes traveled the length of her, starting at her shapely legs and moving upwards. His eyes paused as he took in her lush hips and round derriere before climbing higher. Her expensive blouse did nothing to conceal the swell of her firm bosom. It was neither large nor small but somewhere in the middle but the most impressive detail was how high on her chest it still was with no sign of sagging even though Kristina was now in her thirties.
He saw her put the phone away before she wiped her hand below her eyes after which she headed towards her Lexus. Miguel hoped he hadn’t overplayed his hand as she opened the front passenger door and leaned inside with her ample posterior protruding out the door. He limped toward the car and stood behind her all the while staring at her shapely backside. Kristina meanwhile searched through the glove compartment but she was unable to locate the folder that contained the car papers including the roadside assistance card as well as the vehicle registration.
In a panic she slammed the glove compartment shut and backed out of the car. Hypnotized by her curves Miguel was slow to react and her butt collided with him before he could move out of her way. Kristina felt his hard body and even harder bulge when their bodies met and she almost fell as she tried to pull away. Miguel’s muscular, brown arm steadied her while also bringing their pelvises back in contact again.
“Be careful senora, you might get hurt” he growled as he rubbed his jean covered hardness against her ass.
She managed to escape his clutches at which time she turned and faced him. He continued to ogle her while also unapologetically rubbing his groin with his hand. Almost against her will Kristina’s gaze was drawn there where she could clearly see the outline of his erection that he fondled. With an effort she tore her eyes away and looked up.
“Well senora what is it going to be, do you want me to fix your tire for you?”
“I want you to….Miguel” she said reading the name on his blue work shirt “but I still don’t have the money. Can’t you please be a gentleman and fix it for me and I’ll pay you tomorrow, I promise.”
Saying this her blue eyes met his black ones and her hand lightly touched his arm as she attempted to appeal to his honor while also utilizing her feminine charms. However by this time his lust overruled any chivalrous intention he may have had and the touch of her hand on his skin only reinforced this decision.
“I will help you senora but only if you help me as well.”
After saying that he took her hand and brought it down to his groin where he held it against him. Kristina felt the heat radiate through his pants and for a moment she caressed his cock which became even harder. Suddenly realizing what she was doing she pulled her hand away in horror.
“I can’t do that Miguel, please don’t ask me. I’m a married woman.”
“I’m married too senora but so what. Your beauty has overwhelmed my reason and I must have you. Besides where is your husband? What kind of man allows his woman to be in such a situation as you are in?”
Kristina’s mind was in a whirl and she couldn’t think straight. What Miguel was proposing was wrong and yet he was right about her husband. And the feel of his hardness she couldn’t forget, both as her hand felt it and when it pressed against her body. He took her by the hand and led her into the inside of the shop where he pushed her against the wall before roughly kissing her.
At first she tried to push him away but her strength was no match for his and before she realized it her arms were twined around his neck as her lips parted eagerly. He pushed his pelvis up to hers and started to grind against her causing Kristina to shudder. It had been too long since a man touched her with such desire, desire for her as a woman beyond the need inside him.
Miguel was surprised when her tongue slipped in his mouth and explored but he sucked hard on it as his hand seized her breast hard making her whimper. His thick fingers pulled at her blouse trying to gain access to her bosom and as he did a button went flying. That seemed to sober up Kristina as she pulled her mouth away from his.
“No Miguel we can’t, I can’t do this. It isn’t right what we’re doing.”
For an answer he broke the cinch they were in and limped away toward the door. Her relief turned to alarm when Miguel took a BE RIGHT BACK sign and hung it on the door before locking it. He again approached her and took her arm before leading her deeper into the confines of the dirty, dark shop. Though Kristina shook her head no she didn’t resist him at all. By the back wall there was a narrow cot with a thin, stained blanket on top. He pushed her down so that she was sitting on it as he stood in front of her. Next his hand fumbled with some switches on the wall. One turned on a fluorescent bulb above which bathed them in its cold, white glow. The other switch he threw seemed to have no immediate effect. Taking her hand he brought it to his belt.
“Undo my belt and pants” he practically growled at her.
With trembling fingers she unfastened his large rhinestone buckle and the button on his jeans before sliding down the zipper. Impatient and eager for more Miguel pushed down his pants freeing his rampant maleness. Kristina gasped as it sprang upwards finally free of its confinement. It was of a brown, tannish color while surrounded by a nest of thick, black, wiry hair but it was its girth that startled her.
It wasn’t much longer than Carl’s, if at all, but she had never seen one with the thickness it possessed. Tentatively her hand touched it as she observed the head was red and swollen and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. There were criss crossed veins running its length and it felt burning to her touch and as hard as steel even though the skin was surprisingly soft.
“Suck it senora” he almost begged her and he cried out with joy when Kristina opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed the head. She tasted the saltiness of his fluid on her tongue while the musky odor of his groin filled her nostrils. Her lips stretched to accommodate his member as he thrust deeper into her willing mouth. Her tongue licked and swirled the underside of his head and shaft at their most sensitive spots fueling the flame of his lust even brighter. One of Miguel’s hands grabbed her fiery hair and clenched it tightly at which point he began to use it to pull her head forward.
His head pushed back to her throat entrance but Kristina thought he was too thick to swallow and attempted to pull back. Reluctantly Miguel allowed her to pull her mouth from him but Kristina immediately gripped the wide shaft at its base as she began to trace the length of it with her agile tongue. She worked her way to the top where she circled the head like an ice cream cone before going back down.
When Kristina reached the bottom she managed to take a large, hairy ball into her mouth while stroking him with her hand. As she sucked on it Kristina tilted her head up so she could watch his reaction. Miguel was greatly enjoying the attention she was delivering to him as his wife Juana would never do such things even though he had tried to convince her. She was a deeply religious woman who believed sex was for procreation and only regular sex in the missionary position was acceptable to her. As the mother of his children she was to be honored but sometimes a man wanted more.
Kristina was certainly delivering more as she then resumed sliding her lips back and forth over the length of his thickness, again taking him to the depths of her mouth. He began to meet her mouth with mini thrusts almost causing her to gag but she persevered. Suddenly he withdrew from her and placed her right hand on his hardness before turning his back to her. Miguel reached back and spread his hairy ass cheeks with one hand.
“Come on gringa, I want you to lick my ass” he told her.
His musky scent was even more overpowering there as the pink tip of her tongue extended and started to lap away at his tangy orifice. His hand pushed her face closer to him as Kristina’s hand continued to slide his full length.
“That’s it puta, lick my asshole good” he groaned out loud.
She knew what he had called her but at this moment she didn’t care. She hadn’t given a rim job since her college days as Carl had no interest in receiving one. Though he did prefer blowjobs to intercourse he was too repressed to want that area stimulated. Kristina had always been very oral and the fact that she had stayed a virgin longer than most of her friends had helped her to become very adept at performing oral sex as that was the way she had satisfied her beaus when younger. Add to that she became turned on while performing oral and at that moment her panties were beyond damp.
Her tongue licked and probed Miguel until with a sigh he pulled her head back and also removed her hand from his erection. He shuffled a few steps over where he removed an absorbent pad used for catching vehicle fluids from a shelf and placed it on the floor next to the cot.
“Kneel there” he simply said and as soon as Kristina complied he sat on the cot in front of her and gestured to his feet.
“Take off my boots” Miguel ordered her.
She unlaced and removed one boot and then the other and while she did Miguel pushed his pants to his knees where Kristina took over sliding them to his feet where she could remove them. When she looked up Kristina couldn’t help but gasp when she saw his legs. Miguel’s right leg was normal but his left one was scarred hideously and twisted somewhat to the side while also appearing somewhat withered.
“Oh my goodness Miguel, what happened to your leg?”
He shrugged before answering as it wasn’t a favorite topic of conversation with him.
“When I was young I was underneath a car I was working on when the jack collapsed making the car fall on me and that leg took most of the blow. So now it doesn’t work so good and I have a limp” he replied stoically. “But don’t worry about that, just worry about sucking my cock.”
Kristina felt pity for his injury but his hard on was waiting so she again began to suck on it pleasuring Miguel with her lips and tongue. As she did he moved his right foot between her legs and began to rub it back and forth against her mound. That forced a moan of pleasure from her though it was muffled by her full mouth. He leaned forward and his dirty hands again began working at her blouse buttons. Once he had enough room a hand slid inside and cupped her firm breast encased in her Agent Provocateur brassiere.
Kristina finished unbuttoning her blouse and when she finished she slid it off her white shoulders before unclasping and removing her bra which was already soiled with oil and grease from Miguel’s strong hands. She then resumed sucking him deep and as his foot rubbed her pussy arousing Kristina further she pushed past her limits as well. Breathing through her nose she managed to work his swollen head into her throat and as soon as she did Miguel thrust forward until his wiry patch of pubic hair rubbed against her nose, tickling it.
Kristina kept him buried for a minute until she had to pull up as her breathing was becoming difficult with his thick slab filling her throat. She gasped as she spit up some saliva but she gamely went back to work teasing Miguel by running her tongue on his head like it was a popsicle. His strong hands in turn firmly pinched her erect nipples and fondled the firm flesh of her shapely breasts causing her to moan in response.
She was now grinding her mound against his foot and ankle until he took her by the shoulders and pulled her up so that she was standing while he remained seated. Miguel’s brown hands ran down her body stopping only long enough to unzip her skirt and push it and her soaked panties down. For the first time in his life he saw a close up vision of a fiery red triangle of pubic hair framing her delicate yet aroused pink pussy.
Unable to wait he buried his face in her mound, kissing her soft, downy hair before his lips connected with her clit which defiantly protruded from beneath its hood. When that happened she trembled and grabbed his short black hair with her hand and when his lips parted and he sucked on her nub hard Kristina almost collapsed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her juices ran down her leg as she swayed unsteadily on her feet but Miguel’s strong arms wrapped around her hips kept her upright.
He half dragged her back towards him as he pulled her onto the cot on top of him making sure to position her flaming pussy right over his straining erection while she sprawled on him. Kristina pushed her pelvis down until she felt his hardness brush against her swollen lips at which time Miguel grasped his cock and worked it until his head forced its way to her wet opening. He then firmly grabbed her soft hips with both hands and pulled her down while also thrusting forward impaling her with his thick weapon.
Kristina cried out loudly from the mixture of pleasure and pain as her tight, wet pussy was filled with his full length battering its way to her depths. He held her there a minute as she stretched to accommodate him before Kristina placed her hands to his hairy chest for support. With her blue eyes almost closed she slowly began to slide up the length of his cock and when just his head remained inside Miguel pulled her all the way down again.
“That’s it gringa, ride my fat cock with your tight pussy” he told her.
For the next few minutes she slowly increased the speed of her movements until Miguel knew he couldn’t last much more before he exploded. Swiftly he rolled them over so he was on top of her, his stocky body pressing her to the cot. His ass rose four or five times as he would almost pull out before he would bury himself back in her pinkness and on the last thrust he cried out “Madre de Dios” as his body stiffened. Kristina felt him swell even larger inside her and then experienced the feeling of his fat cock shooting rope after rope of thick cum toward her womb.
For a moment Kristina panicked when she felt his discharge. She didn’t use birth control as Carl had a vasectomy before they were married. He claimed it was due to world overpopulation but Kristina always suspected it was because he was far too selfish and spoiled to be a father. When Miguel’s twitching cock caused her own pussy to spasm from orgasm however Kristina stopped worrying about it.
Miguel remained deeply buried until all his seed had left before pulling out from her at which time he crawled up so his cock brushed Kristina’s full, red lips. She didn’t need to be told what to do but opened her mouth and sucked their combined juices from him bringing him greater pleasure. Her small hand gently felt his now empty balls as she continued to suck on him helping keep the erection hard.
“Mi gringa puta” he gasped.
She pulled her mouth off him and smiled in response. Miguel managed to climb off her and balance himself at the edge of the cot at which point the rolled her over onto her stomach. Kristina giggled and raised her ass in the air while arching her back. When she saw Miguel was staring while practically drooling she wiggled her posterior back and forth. Placing one hand on her lower back he playfully swatted her cheeks with the other.
“Does the gringa puta want me to fill her again with my beef burrito?”
“Oh yes please Miguel, use me like your little fucktoy.”
Her positive response along with her wiggling backside gave Miguel an idea. He had always wanted to try something that he saw all the American porn stars do and which his proper wife would never consider. First he jammed two thick fingers in her wet hole and proceeded to roughly finger fuck her. Kristina enthusiastically pushed back onto his fingers when he surprised her by leaning close and flicking her puckered little hole with his tongue. His free hand spread her shapely cheeks wide as he lapped away at her sphincter.
“Oh Miguel, that tickles licking me there” she managed to exclaim.
“Don’t worry it won’t tickle when I assfuck you with my fat cock you puta. So just relax as much as you can and it will hurt less.”
After saying that he pushed the tip of his thumb right to her back entrance and forced it inside her. Kristina winced from the feeling but he continued on until his thumb was buried deep in her.
“Play with your pussy gringa, its what they do in the movies” he said as he shifted into position to sodomize the repressed wife. First he rested the knee from his injured leg on the cot as his strong right leg stood and supported him. As Kristina started playing with her sensitive clit he slid his fingers from her pinkness and butt and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible. He pushed the tip of his cock to her hole and once the head was partially in Miguel seized her hips pulling her back onto his throbbing member.
“No please, aahh, its too wide Miguel. Take it out of my ass” she pleaded but he ignored her and in fact thrust forward until his balls slapped the soft, white skin of her ass. Kristina whimpered from discomfort as her body writhed helplessly beneath him. Once he was all the way in he stopped pushing and instead reached out and caressed her face.
“Relax gringa, don’t move and it will feel better soon. Keep playing with your pussy and think about that instead.”
Kristina followed his directions and even though her ass still hurt from the wide shaft buried in it her hand continued stroking her clit sending waves of pleasure to her nerve endings. When he cupped a breast and kissed her back she moaned in response. Slowly he started to move in her ass, pulling back a little before pushing deeper again. Miguel couldn’t believe how tight she was back there and it felt like he was in a soft, warm vice. Already his balls were signaling their intention to dump what little juice they had just produced into her back channel.
Miguel’s hand covered hers as she stroked her clit and he began a series of deep, powerful thrusts in her backdoor. When her fingers delivered another climax to her little pussy her body tightened in response to it. That in turn pushed Miguel to his own orgasm as her ass clamped on him so tight he couldn’t move. When Kristina collapsed on the cot Miguel went with her and as he lay on her soft body he spurted what cum he had deep in her tush.
They didn’t move for some time as their spent bodies recovered somewhat from their carnal exertions. Finally with a moan Miguel pushed up with his arms enough that his now half hard cock popped free of Kristina’s ass. He managed to sit at which time he reached down and retrieved her panties from the floor. Miguel wiped his spent member with the silk lingerie before discarding it on the cot.
Slowly he dressed as Kristina continued to rest from their adulterous union. Once he was ready he stood and hobbled to the door and went outside. She lay there a few more minutes digesting what had just happened. A smile came over her face as she realized that was the best sex she’d had since before marrying. Never again would she deprive herself of such pleasure. If Carl was unwilling to satisfy his wife she would just go elsewhere she decided. Life was too short.
Coming to this decision calmed her and she began to dress after cleaning herself the best she could under the circumstances. Her panties were covered with their cum and fluids so she dropped them in the garbage after wiping down her puss. By the time she walked outside on shaky legs Miguel had patched the tire and was in the process of lowering the jack.
They didn’t say another word to each other as they were both lost in their thoughts and once she sat in the car he closed the door and limped back to his shop. At the first red-light Kristina came to she adjusted her visor to check her appearance in the mirror. That is the face of a woman who’s just been satisfied for the first time in a long while she thought to herself when she noticed that one of her gold and pearl earrings was missing.
For a moment she considered immediately turning around and returning when a smile came to her face. What she needed now was a nice hot bath to soak in and clean the past hour from her body. Tomorrow would be soon enough to retrieve her missing earring as there was only one place she could have lost it. Smiling at the memory she drove forward when the light changed.
For his part Miguel held the earring up to the light and studied it. He had noticed it on the blanket as they recovered from their coitus and had discreetly palmed it with the hope that she wouldn’t realize it was missing right away. He was already thinking about the price she would have to pay for its return. A big smile came over Miguel’s face.
THE END
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Under his desk

Momentarily, I feel the toe of his Salvatore Farragamo against the back of my head, pushing my cheek to the ground. The shin of his other leg rubbing between my butt cheeks as I raise my hips for him. My soggy cunt at his knee now, and my surprised, lusty face between the sole of his shoe and the carpet. Jesus. I don’t care how cliche this is. Fuck me Matt. Take what you want.

20Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty: Train Rides and Mad Monkeys
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty: Harry and Hermione face off against the Death Eater Threat and then face off against their dry spell.
“Awww…. Did we interrupt?” the Death Eater asked mockingly as he pointed at Harry’s crotch. Harry looked down at his lap and found/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ sleeping in the open air, oblivious to the danger around it. Of course, ‘Harry, Jr.’ /didn’t really give a damn about the danger. The organ was pleased as punch that it had finally gotten to play with Hermione after such a long dry spell and nothing else mattered. As quickly as he could, Harry stuffed his penis back into his trousers.
A scream sounded from somewhere on the train behind the Death Eater. It was clear that there had to be other Death Eaters throughout the train and that they were terrorizing the students. Somehow, they had broken through the various wards and protections around the train and were able to board it.
Two more Death Eaters stepped over the rubble that used to be the door and walked into the Head Compartment. With a growl, Hermione stood and boldly leveled her wand at the first Death Eater. Harry went to pull out his wand but found it missing. Looking around, he spotted it lying against the wall about four feet away. The wand must have popped out of his pocket and rolled away when the train came to a screeching halt.
“Ooooh, doesn’t she look mad,” one of the Death Eaters who had just entered said with fake fear. In all honesty, Harry wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam shoot out of Hermione’s ears she was so angry.
“Why is she so upset?” the third asked with no sincerity.
“It looked like the Boy Who Lived was about to shag her,” the first Death Eater informed his cohorts.
“But…. but I thought… isn’t Potter gay?” the second Death Eater asked in confusion.
“Yeah, he and that Malfoy boy are supposed to be an item,” the third voiced.
“Maybe she was trying to/ ‘convert’ /him,” the first offered.
“I’ll give you three seconds to leave,” Hermione threatened. Her voice was dripping with malice and her face was twisted in anger. Harry slowly inched his way toward his wand while the three Death Eaters had their attention on Hermione.
“My, oh my,” the first said lightly. “I was right; this little witch was about to try and sway the poof away from Malfoy with her feminine wiles.”
“One,” Hermione counted off.
“And she’s a little worked up over it isn’t she?” the second added.
“Deary, he’s a lost cause,” the third pointed out.
“Two,” continued Hermione.
“The boy obviously likes sausage,” the first stated.
“No box lunch for that one,” the second commented.
“Three,” Hermione said and then incanted the Stinging Hex: “Mordeo Acuo!”
/ /Normally, a Stinging Hex would be nothing more than a mild annoyance. But this would be the first time Hermione had cast this simple hex since she had performed the power boosting ritual with Harry. Needless to say, this (quite pleasurable to Harry) ritual would increase the effectiveness of the Hex. Added to this, Hermione was pointing her wand at someplace that could cause a lot of pain no matter how powerful the hex; the first Death Eater’s groin. Apparently, Hermione was quite irate that they had interrupted her and her selection of a target gave proof of her current mindset.
The Death Eater dropped to the floor clutching his bits and screamed. At first, his scream was manly; a deep, rumbling cry of pain. But very rapidly, the scream got higher and higher. It had gotten so high pitched that it hurt Harry’s ears and he reckoned that dogs all along the countryside were howling madly at the odd noise.
The two other Death Eaters looked in fear at their fallen comrade for a full three seconds. Then, in unison, they both looked at Hermione for one second. And finally they looked at their own crotches in dread before slowly backing out the ruined door.
“Sorry about the interruption, Miss,” the second Death Eater said with nervous politeness.
“Yes, please continue as if we were never here,” the third added with and equal amount of cordial fear. It was clear that neither of them wanted to suffer the same fate as the Death Eater who was still screaming shrilly on the floor. As they left the compartment, one of the retreating Death Eaters tried to make amends by magically repairing the ruined door.
“I’ll put up a/ ‘do not disturb’ sign up,/ for you two,” one stated through the door. “That way no one will bother you again.”
Another terrified scream filtered through the door and Harry shared a look with Hermione. Even though they both wanted to end their dry spell as soon as possible, they knew it would be wrong to do so when the other students were in trouble. /’Harry, Jr.’, /who had just woken up, was arguing that the students could handle things themselves. But Harry ignored his organ’s protest and fetched his wand.
Hopping over the injured Death Eater – who was now curled up in a tight ball while clinging to his… well, balls – Harry and Hermione dashed out of the Head Compartment. The first car they entered had two Death Eaters in it. Each villain had a young witch under each arm and Hermione quickly dispatched them with two powerful Stunners that sent the Death Eaters crashing into the wall. Harry quickly conjured some chains and bound the villains before heading further down the train.
In the next car, Harry found Ron and Luna – still polyjuiced to look like Hermione – tying up three more Death Eaters. Ron looked quiet upset as he tied up one Death Eater. As Harry and the real Hermione rushed passed their friends, Harry noticed that even though Ron and Luna were wearing their school robes, they were noticeably naked underneath. Unfortunately for Harry’s sake, he was also able to tell that Ron was still fully aroused. Harry guessed that the married couple only had enough time to do the deed twice, which just meant that Ron was just getting started, before they were attacked. The unfortunate interruption accounted for Ron’s temper.
The third car Harry and Hermione entered only contained frightened students huddled in various compartments. Some pointed toward the opposite end of the car and muttered, “They went that way.”
Glancing outside the window Harry noticed that the train had stopped on a bridge over a large valley and that the earth was a hundred feet below them. The Death Eaters must have chosen this spot for their attack because it ruled out any chance for the students to hop off the train and run away. The students were effectively trapped.
In the fourth car, Neville and Ginny were facing off against one Death Eater. Apparently, the villain had disarmed both Neville and Ginny. But being unarmed did not stop the two teenagers. Neville had a hold of the Death Eater’s collar and was throwing the villain back and forth between two walls. The Death Eater was bruised and bloodied and was shouting “OW! STOP IT!” repeatedly as he hit the walls. Ginny kept busy by occasionally slapping the Death Eater as Neville tossed him about.
“Harry, they’re trying to take the younger students,” Hermione announced as they rushed toward the last car. Harry had noticed that two more girls had been huddled next to Neville as he continued his violent and very physical assault on the Death Eater. He didn’t know why they wanted children, but Harry was determined to stop them.
When Harry and Hermione entered the final car, they found four Death Eaters attempting to mount brooms. Each one was carrying a bound first or second year. Harry quickly leveled his wand at the Death Eaters’ heads and shouted “Stupefy!” while focusing on his love for Hermione.
A red arc erupted from Harry’s wand and collided with three of the Death Eaters. Harry had aimed high in order to avoid hitting any of the girls, but he had missed the fourth thug. The fourth Death Eater hopped on his broom and started to take off. Hermione reacted quickly and hit him with a Stunner. The Death Eater pitched off his broom and landed on the steps but unfortunately, he dropped his hostage. Realizing that the girl was going to fall into the chasm below, Harry jumped out of the car and grabbed onto the girl’s hand as she started to plummet into the ravine.
“I’ve got you,” Harry grunted and pulled the screaming girl back onto the train. Once inside the train, the tiny girl grabbed onto Harry as if he was the only thing stopping her from falling to her death. She wrapped her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist and refused to let go.
Now that the immediate threat was over, Harry decided to check on his fellow students and the captured Death Eaters. He and Hermione went from car to car and they re-stunned the Death Eaters as they passed. The couple, as Head Boy and Girl, would also speak words of comfort to the most frightened students. It was fairly difficult for Harry to do this for two reasons. First, he wasn’t a wizard of many words and his idea of comforting the younger students was to say something along the lines of, “You’ll be okay.” Which really doesn’t work very well on a screaming eleven year old. The second thing that made his task difficult was that the girl Harry had rescued was still firmly wrapped around his body. He had to lumber from car to car with a first year clinging to his midsection.
A team of Aurors arrived shortly after Harry and his friends dealt with the Death Eaters. They told Harry that the Express stopped because the Death Eaters had removed several feet of rail further down the track. Then the villains had used various counter-charms to negate the protection around the train and entered.
The girl wrapped around Harry had still refused to let him go by the time the Aurors repaired the tracks and the train started its journey once again. This meant that even when the Death Eater threat had been neutralized, the prisoners had been removed, and the train continued on its trek to Hogwarts, Harry was not able to properly ravish Hermione. Harry was a patient man, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to play with Hermione for a while. Added to this, Harry felt strangely energized by the battle with the Death Eaters. He felt as if he had loads of extra energy that was demanding to be used. That, and he was literally hard as a rock. Harry considered for one short moment stunning the frightened girl so he could have his way with Hermione. But he begrudgingly realized that it would be bad to do such a thing to the poor girl.
When the Express had finally arrived at Hogsmeade station, Hagrid had to pry the girl off of Harry. Of course the girl just clamped onto Hagrid.
After he was freed of the girl, Harry eyed the Threstral drawn carts happily. Even though the ride to the castle was short, he and Hermione could perform what is colloquially known as a “quickie.” But alas, Harry’s plan was aborted again. Just as he started to kiss Hermione and fondle her breast through her robes, Neville, Ginny, Ron, and Luna piled into the cart after them.
“Isn’t there another cart you could’ve taken?” Hermione asked. It was clear that she too wanted to spend some time alone with Harry; even if it was just a/ “quickie.”/
“Did you see what Neville did?” Ginny said with a mixture of pride and excitement. “The Death Eater used a Disarming Hex on him. But that didn’t stop him, no! Neville just ran up to the ponce and punched him in the jaw!”
“That’s nice,” Harry murmured dispassionately. He was happy that Neville dealt with the Death Eater, but he was upset that he wasn’t able to take Hermione. Harry was also a little concerned that his friends would notice his aroused state, even though his robes were doing a good job of concealing it./ ‘Harry, Jr.’ was standing proud in his trousers. The organ was trying to convince Harry to take Hermione right there in front of their friends. Harry imagined his appendage pleading with him: “Go on, they won’t mind. Besides, you’d just be proving to them how much you love her!”/
/ /”Ronald performed a wonderful Impediment Jinx,” Luna announced.
“It wasn’t as good as Ginny slapping that Death Eater around,” Neville countered.
“I’ve never seen someone use a Sponge-Knees Curse as good as Luna did,” Ron added.
“Neat,” Hermione breathed out, sounding like she too was regretting their friends’ arrival as much as Harry did.
When they finally arrived at the castle, the first years were quickly sorted. Then McGonagall gave a lecture. She said something about how Aurors would be guarding the castle and that the wing where the Room of Requirement was located had been blocked off earlier in the day. She reassured the students that the attack on the train earlier was a fluke and that the castle was impenetrable.
Harry wasn’t paying too much attention to what the Headmistress was saying. Instead he was focused on his girlfriend who was equally focused on him. It was clear that she was just as eager as he was. Her eyes were dark with lust and Harry couldn’t wait to be alone with her.
Then a very happy thought came to Harry. This was the first night Harry and Hermione would be spending in the Head Boy and Head Girl apartments. In just a few minutes, they would be alone. Right after the Welcoming Feast, Harry would be making love to Hermione; their first time after a prolonged dry spell, without fear of interruption.
Professor McGonagall ended her speech and food magically appeared on every table. Harry wolfed down his meal in a few gulps. Once he had satisfied his hunger, he grabbed Hermione’s hand and said “Let’s go find the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers!”
Harry started to stand up, but Hermione tugged him back down.
“We have to wait until the feast is over,” Hermione pointed out.
The raven haired wizard groaned pitifully. He wanted to make love to Hermione and the damned feast was stopping him from doing so. He glared at his fellow students, silently willing them to eat faster so that the feast would be over. Harry shot a hateful eye at a group of fourth year Hufflepuffs who were talking instead of finishing their meals.
‘Damn then,’ /Harry thought bitterly to himself. ‘They’re dragging this out on purpose. They know the longer they take to eat the more I suffer.’/
/ /Finally, after what felt like hours, McGonagall declared the feast over by announcing that everyone should head to their Common Rooms.
“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, a word,” McGonagall called out.
Harry fought the urge to shout/ “HELL NO!” /and run out of the Great Hall with Hermione in tow. But Harry realized that doing so would be terribly rude. So, he forced himself to shuffle up to the Headmistress.
“Here is a map leading to your chambers,” McGonagall said as she handed Hermione a piece of paper. “As Head Boy and Girl, a house-elf has been assigned to you. I took the liberty and selected Dobby to be that house-elf. He has a small room in-between your rooms. The password to get into the chamber is ‘Bubblerboth’.”
Harry was happy with the Headmistress’ choice of elf; Dobby wasn’t part of the house-elf sect that wanted to kill Harry for deflowering the Great One. And Hermione would be happy that Dobby was chosen because he was the only house-elf being paid.
“Now, you two need to be up early in the morning, so don’t stay up too late,” McGonagall said with her now-patented saucy wink.
“Don’t worry, we won’t,” Hermione said rapidly before grabbing Harry’s hand and ran out of the Great Hall.
The two lovers dashed through the halls. Harry was quite surprised;/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ /was still very hard. Even after all this time and McGonagall’s wink, he was still erect! Harry thought with amusement that he must have looked like something akin to a divining rod as he ran to his new room.
They rapidly approached a door with the Hogwarts crest carved on it. Hermione said “Bubblerboth” and threw the door open and entered.
If Harry had bothered to take the time to look around him, he would have noticed that he and Hermione had entered a small room, about a quarter the size of the Gryffindor Common Room. He would have also noticed a comfy couch, two comfortable looking chairs, two desks for homework, and a fireplace along with two doors placed on either side of a small door. But as stated previously, Harry wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. No, his mind was firmly set on the task of making Hermione a very satisfied witch.
The moment they entered the room, he pushed Hermione onto the couch and leapt on her. He kissed her passionately, their tongues played in each others mouth. While they kissed, Hermione tugged at her clothes while Harry pulled his own off. Once they were both mostly naked (Harry still had his trainers and socks on and Hermione had her skirt hanging off of one of her ankles) Hermione commanded with a smile “Get to work.”
Harry was getting so used to activating his Parselmouth ability that he found himself not even needing to close his eyes. He slowly slid down Hermione’s body while hissing softly, which just caused goose-pimples to blossom all over her milky flesh. As he lowered himself between her legs, she started to make soft mewing sounds in anticipation. Her soft mewing instantly turned into a very enthusiastic/ “YES!” /the moment his tongue and love magic touched her flower.
He twirled his tongue around her bud and Hermione clamped her legs around his head reflexively. She squeezed her legs tighter when he gently pried apart her petals and ran his tongue up and down the inside of her labia. The brunette witch – although from Harry’s current viewpoint it would be more accurate to describe Hermione as “the completely shorn witch” – didn’t last very long. Apparently, she had wanted to end their dry spell just as much as Harry did. And just as Harry came a lot when Hermione pleasured him in the train, she erupted like a fountain. She had obviously been building up a lot as well.
“SWEET BABY MEAVE!” she cried out as her orgasm struck her. Harry lapped up her love happily.
Hermione relaxed her legs, freeing Harry to climb back up her body. The two lovers locked eyes and she reached down and guided Harry into her./ ‘Harry, Jr.’ /was so happy to be back where it belonged that it almost started crying a few seconds after it slid into Hermione’s flower. Thankfully, the organ fought the urge to finish early and valiantly continued.
“Talk dirty to me,” Harry whispered in Hermione’s ear.
Clearly, Hermione was more than happy to comply with Harry’s request. Her mouth spewed such foul and creative phrases as/ “ram me,” “I’m a dirty witch who needs to be spanked,” and many naughty words like “fuck” and “pussy” (a word which Harry was almost positive that she didn’t use in reference to Crookshanks). And added to Harry’s enjoyment, when he warned his lover that he was about to climax, she loudly demanded that he should do so in her because she wanted to be a “messy witch!”/
With both lovers panting and momentarily satiated, Harry pulled out of Hermione.
“Well… that… was… fun,” commented Hermione in between pants.
“Yeah… it… was,” Harry breathed out.
Then our hero discovered something unusual. Generally, when/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ was done playing, it’d trot off to bed for a kip. Harry was quite surprised to see his organ was still awake and…. ahem/… up for another go.
“It would be a shame to let that go to waste,” Hermione said as she eyed Harry’s erect state.
“A dreadful shame,” agreed Harry.
What followed could be best described as/ “Mad Monkey Sex.” Both made odd noises consisting of “oooh’s,””aah’s,” “eee’s,” and half a dozen “ook’s”. They also didn’t just restrain themselves to using only the couch. No, they tried to “break in,” /so to speak, as many pieces of furniture as possible. After they left the couch, Hermione was bent over one of the desks, a position that Harry thoroughly enjoyed because it gave him the opportunity to massage and fondle her round bottom as he took her from behind (and to Hermione’s pleasure, he got a few good, hard swats against those heavenly cheeks). A few moments later found Harry lying on the rug in front of the fireplace while Hermione rode him like a pony; another position that Harry found enjoyable because it gave him the chance to stroke and rub her boobs. After that, Harry took Hermione as she lay across the other desk, a position that couldn’t have been comfortable for Hermione. But judging by the happy sounds she was making and her cheers of “YES,” “RIGHT THERE!” and “FASTER,” Hermione didn’t seem to mind the hard desk pressing into her back. And at one time, both Harry and Hermione were somehow dangling from the chandelier.
Unlike their first go at lovemaking that night, Hermione climaxed. And she did so before Harry did. Harry knew that she had an orgasm because he felt her inner walls clamp down around him. That and she cried out her usual idiom when it happened: “SWEET BABY MEAVE!”
Harry came shortly after she did. Both of them were dripping with sweat – amongst other liquids – and breathing heavily at this point. Harry was beyond satisfied. Not only did he and Hermione put an end to their dry spell, but they nearly made up for any lost time in just one session. He was proud of his accomplishment but he was also ready to fall asleep. Twice in a row is very tiring for a bloke.
However, even though he was ready for a long rest,/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ wasn’t even slightly sleepy. The messy member looked up at Harry with its one eye as if it was proudly declaring /”I’m ready for another round, sir!”
/ /”Bloody hell!” exclaimed Harry.
Then Hermione made a noise. It was soft and rapid. Harry didn’t hear it clearly, but he could have sworn that she had just said/ “yippee!”/
/ /”What was that?” asked Harry.
“Oh, nothing really,” Hermione said with a very happy grin. He gave her a disbelieving look and she defended herself. “I was just commenting that all that adrenaline you had during the fight with the Death Eaters must be giving you this virility.”
“Do you think it’ll ever go down?” Harry asked.
“Hopefully not anytime soon,” Hermione uttered under her breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Sit on the chair and let me take care of that,” commanded Hermione. The tone of her voice told Harry that it would be best not to argue with her. So Harry obediently sat in the chair and Hermione promptly straddled him. She started by slowly raising and lowering herself on Harry. Then, after a bit, she increased her pace. Next, she began to grind and gyrate on/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ /in new and interesting ways. Hermione was making sweet and enjoyable sounds as she moved up, down, this way, and that. Harry just sat back and enjoyed the show.
“Hermione… I’m… gonna…” Harry began to warn her.
“Not just yet, Harry,” she moaned out. “I’m almost there.”
Harry fought it with all of his might. His face screwed up in concentration and he hoped that Hermione wasn’t lying, because he was about to lose his fight and cum.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Hermione panted.
Harry fought the urge to shout/ “Would you just finish already!”/
/ /”So-o-o close,” she muttered. “Almost… there.”
Sweat poured off of his body and he grunted. He was now starting to hurt. His body begged for release.
“Oh, Merlin Harry,” she cried. “Now, do it now.”
With a shout, Harry let go and Hermione screamed once again. She collapsed on him and her body shivered with delight.
They sat there silently, basking in each others’ warmth for some time. Then Hermione began to giggle softly in Harry’s ear. That’s when he noticed that he was still hard inside of her.
“Damn my virility,” Harry murmured in exhaustion.
“Looks like someone’s up for round four,” she said joyously and began her luscious grinding once again.
To Be Continued
Author’s Notes: Sorry about the long delay. My inspiration was chased away by issues with real life and it is slowly coming back to me.

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The Shaman 4

This is a continuation of the Shaman series, and the events won’t make total sense unless you read the earlier parts of the series. I revised this to reduce the size of the paragraphs. Paragraphs are supposed to start with a change in the speaker, with a change of characters or subject, but it didn’t work so I added paragraphs also at a natural pause in the flow of action. I hope you like it.

My Craigslist Gangbang

A teen toys with online fantasy and considers what it’d be like to have it cross over into real life, falling prey to an experienced Craigslist user.

1 The Van

This is purely a work of fantasy, and all events described take place only in the imagination. Any attempt to re-create any of these scenarios in real life will result in felony charges when discovered by the authorities. Non-consonantal ANYTHING is morally wrong, but fortunately, it’s not against the law to dream yet.

City Girls

Johnny’s Mom had passed away several years before, from some form of cancer he still couldn’t pronounce. He was 17, and still living on the farm with his Dad. She had been a very beautiful woman, and he had the only picture of her still in the house in his room. His Dad wouldn’t have any others where he could see them.
His dad, Bill, was a computer tech, who worked on and off in the City for a big firm. He only had to go in when there was a hardware problem, which only happened a few times a year. He was in the City right now, leaving his son to take care of the animals before and after school. This time, it was taking over a week to fix the problem. Usually, his Dad was gone for just a few days at most.
Johnny was in the barn, having finished his chores. They were light today, being feeding the horses out in the corral and the chickens in the pen. He’d finished swamping out the stalls yesterday, and they were good for most of the rest of the week. He was up in the third loft with his girlie mags, pants down around his ankles and slowly stroking off when he heard his Dad’s truck pull into the driveway. The thing that got his attention was the sound of another car pulling in right behind it. Quickly, he did his pants back up and hurried out of the loft.
Coming outside into the bright sunlight made him squint, but he could tell that there were two lovely ladies in the yard with his Dad.
“Johnny, I want you to meet my new wife, Anne.” he said proudly, holding a woman’s hand. She was wearing a red sundress that showed her hour-glass figure off nicely. She was blonde, with full, generous lips and a bright, cheerful smile. Johnny smiled back at her.
Another girl got out of the car, scowling. She had black hair, cut quite short, and was wearing a black and burgundy dress, with a white blouse under it, and long black gloves that went up nearly to her elbows. She looked around at the farmyard, then up at the big white house, put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother.
“I hate it.” she said. “Everything is covered with dirt, there’s no neighbors, and no stores for miles. Can we go back now?”
“Rebecca, we talked about this in the car on the way here. We are staying at least a month to give it a real chance, remember?” said her mother.
“And I thought we had agreed that you would call me Infinity.” the daughter pouted. “You already broke your promise, so we can leave right now.”
“Now look here, little lady, I thought WE had agreed that you were going to give this an honest chance.” said Bill, Johnny’s Dad. “Doesn’t sound to me like you’re livin’ up to you’re end of the bargain.” He turned to Johnny and gestured for him to come forward. “Now, this here’s my son Johnny. He’s just under a year older than you, so I expect you two will find somethin’ in common to talk about.” He grinned at the woman who’s hand he was holding. “Me and you’re maw are going inside to do some celebratin’.”
“Hi.” Johnny said, stepping forward. “I think you said you prefer to be called “Infinity?”
She looked coldly at him. “You needn’t bother. I won’t be staying long.”
“W’all, what’re you gonna do, sit in your car for the whole month?” Johnny grinned at her. “How’s about you let me show you around for a bit? It’s right purty this time of year. We could go for a drive in my truck, or ride one of the hosses?”
“No, I don’t think so.” she said primly.
“Rebecca, he is trying to be friendly.” her mother said. “The least you could do is accept his offer of hospitality.” The coldness in her voice was a sharp contrast to the sweetness it had had for his father when she spoke to him. The was some iron in this lady, Johnny noted with approval.
“Mother, if you will call me “Infinity” from now on, I will do my best to `get along` here.” said the girl. “Starting now.”
“Fine.” said the blonde woman. “Infinity, Johnny has invited you to tour the farm with him. I suggest you take him up on that offer.” With that, she offered her arm to her new husband and smiled up at him. “Will you show me into the house?” she asked.
“With great pleasure, milady.” Bill said gallantly, and led her towards the house.
“Come on, Infinity. Do you want to go in the truck, or should I saddle us up some horses?”
“Well, I’m not really dressed for riding. “ she said. “Why don’t we just take the truck for today?”
“Fine.” agreed Johnny. It’s out behind the barn.” He led her across the yard, away from the house.
“It stinks here.” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I can smell poop everywhere.”
“Well, you’ll get used to it in a day or two.” he said. “I don’t even smell it anymore.”
“That’s really sad.” she said. “To be surrounded by shit, and to not even notice.”
Johnny looked askance at her, unused to hearing cusswords from ladies. She laughed at his expression.
“You look like you never heard the word shit before.” she giggled.
“Oh, I’ve heard it.” he replied. “I’ve even said it. I’m just not used to hearing it out of such a pretty girl before.”
She stared at him, hostile. “You.” she said, “are not allowed to think I am pretty. We do not know each other that well yet.”
“Well, I’m allowed to have my opinions.” he said. “But I’ll keep them to myself if you’d prefer.”
“That would be perfect.” she said, then stopped in her tracks. “That’s your truck?” she asked, her mouth agape.
The vehicle in question was huge, sitting on tires taller than she was. The floorboard was higher than her head, and the whole thing was shiny black, and spotless. It was easily the cleanest thing on the farm. Chrome glittered in the sunlight.
“Sure.” he said. “Beauty, ain’t she?”
“Oh my god, how am I supposed to get into it?” she breathed. I can’t even reach that high.”
“Here, this will help.” he said, getting a ladder off the wall of the nearby barn. She hadn’t even noticed it there. He unfolded it and set it up next to his truck. “I’ll just hold it steady for you as you go up.”
She was a little intimidated by the size of the thing, but she was determined to not show him her fear, and went right over to the ladder. As she climbed it, it wobbled a little, and Johnny reached up and put his hand on her ass to steady her.
“Easy, now, don’t rush it, just take your time.” he said, noting how firm her ass was under his hand. She glared at him and opened the door of the truck, then put her foot over, onto the running board and heaved herself in. As she did, her dress flared out a little, and he caught a glimpse of her white panties clearly outlining her camel toe. He didn’t say anything about it, but the image was burned into his mind. She had nice, trim legs too, he noticed.
She pulled her dress in around her and shut the door as he went around to the driver’s side after putting the ladder back. In no time at all, he had hopped up beside her and started it up with a roar.
Inside the house, Bill heard Johnny’s truck start and grinned at his new bride.
“Well, Anne, they’ll be gone for an hour or more.” he said, taking her in his arms. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves for a bit.”
“Bill, This is a beautiful house!” she exclaimed. “You must take me on the grand tour.”
“Well, okay.” he grudgingly assented. “This is the living room.” He led her over to a door and through it.
“This is the kitchen.”
“Bill, it’s lovely!” she exclaimed. “So full of light, and so spacious!” She went over to the island in the middle and ran her hand over the marble counter top. “I’ve always wanted on of these!”
“Anne, those kids will be back before we know it.” Bill said. “There’s going to be plenty of time to see the house.”
“And right now, you want to show me your bedroom, right?” she said, playfully.
“You must be psychic,” he grinned. “Come on, we’ll take the back stairs. He led her into the pantry and up a narrow, curved staircase that was only used by servants, back in the day.
“What a nifty passageway!” she marveled. “I wonder what it’s here for?”
“It was used by the slaves, so they would not have to use the grand staircase in the main hall.” he explained. “This house is over 200 years old.
“Slaves?” she asked, dubiously. “This farm once had slaves on it?”
“Well, yeah, but that was long ago.” he said, following closely behind her.
“But that’s awful!” she said. “I’ve read that the owners used to do the most despicable things to them!”
“Oh, well, that was in the Deep South.” he said. “This was one of the northernmost plantations. Nothing so terrible happened here, I’m sure.”
“But it could have! You don’t know. There’s no way to know for sure.”
“Actually, up in the attic are all the old accounting ledgers and journals of several of the owners of this plantation.” Bill told her as they reached the top of the stairway. “I’ve never read them all, but it’s mostly boring stuff about how much cotton, corn and wheat was harvested each year and the prices fetched for it. I do know that most of the Agriculture was switched over to cattle and horses in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.”
“Why, I’d love to read them!” she said. “I’m sure they are just fascinating!!”
“Well, right now, I have a different fascination.” he grinned, sliding his hands onto her ass and pulling her in for a kiss.
“So where is this bedroom of yours?” she asked, a little breathlessly. His hands were pulling down the zipper of her red dress, and then found their way inside the material onto the skin of her back.
“Not sure we’re going to make it there, honey.” he whispered, seeing the front of her dress fall away and exposing her smallish breasts that he loved so much. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, nibbling it in the way he knew she liked. Three steps further, and the red garment puddled onto the floor, leaving her clad only in white thong panties. He lowered her to the floor and lay on top of her.
Out in the truck, Johnny was driving like a madman, speeding over the dirt road a little faster than he usually took it. He was catching air on some of the bigger bumps, but the road was plenty wide for his monster truck, having been well used in the two years he’d been driving over it. He knew it like the back of his hand.
Rebecca, or Infinity, as she preferred to be called, was sitting in the middle of the seat and hanging on to his arm as she shrieked and laughed her ass off at ever little jump they took. She was having the time of her life.
She had never been in a vehicle this big or gone so fast before. In fact, this was her first ride in a truck and her first time on a dirt road. She was pure city girl, but this was a completely new thrill for her.
All too soon, he pulled into a big, grassy meadow overlooking a small lake, and he shut the roaring motor off. As soon as he did, she was struck by the sudden silence.
“Like to get out and go for a swim? I happen to know that the water is perfect this time of year.” he said.
She suddenly realized that she was snuggled up close to him, holding tightly to his arm as his hand lay high on her upper thigh, and she was grinning from ear to ear. She hadn’t smiled so broadly in over two years.
“Uh, yeah, that would be great.” she said, demurely sliding back over to her own side. “I need to cool off after all that.”
He hopped out and went around to her side as she opened the door and looked down at the eight foot drop.
“Uh, I’m going to need some help getting down, I think.” she admitted. He grinned up at her and held up his outstretched hands.
“I promise to not let you fall.” he said. She got out, holding the door handle for dear life, and perched on the running board. She didn’t know it, but he had a clear view up her dress again, and this time he could clearly see the wet spot on her white panties. The drive had really gotten her going, he surmised.
“You better not!“ she warned. “I’m scared of heights!“
She hopped off the truck, and he caught her deftly under her arms and lowered her gently to the ground.
“See?” he said.” “Light as a feather.” His hands were still on her, and he slid them off the sides of her breasts as he let go.
“Oh, that was…” she said, blushing as she realized that he had just copped a feel of her tits. “Thank you.” she said. She was a little confused by her feelings. On one hand, she knew she was supposed to act all outraged at his effrontery, but on the other hand, she had a big ball of heat in the pit of her stomach, and she didn’t feel like pretending to be something she wasn’t with him. Somehow, she just didn’t feel the need to. He was genuine, and something in him made her want to as be real as he was.
“Lets go down to the lake, then.” he said, taking her hand in his. She didn’t pull it away, she was beginning to really like his touch. He led her down a well used path and onto the shore. There were several large rocks to lay on along the edge, and she could see several more a few yards out poking their heads out of the water that were also perfect to lay on and sun ones-self.
“Come on, you don’t want to wear all those clothes in the water, do you?” he asked, stripping off his T-shirt in one smooth motion.
“Oh, I didn’t bring a bathing suit!” she suddenly realized. “I can’t go swimming.”
Johnny laughed out loud. “Bathing suit? What’s that?”
“A swimsuit?” she asked puzzled at his laughter. “You never heard of a swim suit? Bikinis? One pieces? Never heard of those?”
“Oh, well, sure.” he said. “But we don’t use them around here. We just swim in our skin.”
She watched as he unbuckled his belt, and turned away as he started pushing his jeans down, blushing.
“I… I just couldn’t.” she said, her back turned. “I’d be way too embarrassed to take my clothes off out here. What if somebody saw?”
Johnny laughed again. “Look around!” he said, chuckling. “Who’s to see? Well, just Bessie the cow over there, but I promise, she’ll never say a word to anyone.”
“Well, YOU’LL see me.” she said, risking a look over her shoulder. He was standing there in his boxers only.
“I won’t tell anyone, either.” he said, solemnly. “What if we both just wear our underwear? How would that be?”
“Well, yeah, I guess.” she said, looking wistfully at the water. “It sure does look inviting!”
“It’s the best.” he said. “Here, I’ll turn my back while you get undressed, okay? My Dad did raise me to be a gentleman, you know.” Gallantly, he made a show of turning his back to her, and she was stuck. Numbly, she began unbuttoning the front of her black dress, then pushed it down and folded it neatly onto the clean rock beside her. Her white blouse followed it, and she was standing there in her lacy white bra and white thong panties.
“Uh, okay, you can turn around now.” she said, weakly. Never before had she felt so naked in front of a boy. He was the first ever to see her in such a state of undress.
He turned to face her, and his eyes widened in surprise at her shapely beauty. Her belly was flat, her legs long and well formed. Her breasts were quite small in her bra, but he could see the darkness of her nipples through the sheer lace material. He couldn’t help it, his boxers tented out immensely at the sight of her.
“Uh, excuse me.” he said lamely, seeing her eyes drop down and stare at his crotch. “Maybe the water will help get it to go back down.” He turned and dove into the water, and she began laughing out loud as he came back up a moment later, his head bobbing right next to his floating boxers. The water has smoothed them right off his body as he entered the water.
“Well, shoot.” he muttered. “They came right off, didn’t they?” he caught them as they began to sink, wadded them into a ball, and threw them on shore, right next to her. She picked them up and shook them out, then spread them on the rock by her clothes to dry.
“Are you coming in?” he asked. “This water is like a bathtub once you get in.”
“Okay.” she said. “No use standing here on shore and letting you look at me all day.” She went over to the edge and tested it with her toe. “Ahh! It’s cold!” she exclaimed.
“Well, of course it is when you do it like that!” he said. “The only way to do it proper is all at once, like I did.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking worried. “It looks really deep right there.”
“You don’t want to go diving into the shallows, let me tell you what.” he said, seriously. “Hitting the bottom is no joke.”
“Well, did it work?” she asked nervously.” “Your…thing. It’s not still hard, is it?”
“Nope, this water did the trick just fine.” he said. “Come on in, I promise not to hurt you.”
“Okay.” she said, the last of her objections gone. She gathered herself, then bent, and dove into the water in one of the cleanest entries he’d ever seen. She came up right beside him, treading water.
“Wow, you were right!” she said. “Once you get all the way in, it’s really warm!”
“Hey, I might have told you a little fib back there.” he said. “This water hasn’t affected it at all.” She grinned at him wickedly
“It because of me that it got all hard, isn’t it?” she asked. “It wasn’t hard at all until you saw me in my underwear.”
“That’s just right.” he told her. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen in person.”
“What, you’ve seen prettier girls on TV?” she teased. “Like who?”
“Not on TV.” he admitted. “In a magazine. And I said sexiest, not prettiest. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, on TV or not.”
“Well, what’s the difference?” she asked. “Sexy, pretty, same thing, right?”
“Nope, not at all.” he answered. “Pretty can go to church. Sexy don’t belong there at all.”
“I don’t go to church.” she said. “Is that what makes me sexy?”
“Partly.” he told her. “But that’s not all of it.”
“Well, tell me the rest!” she demanded.
“Swim over to that rock.” he said, pointing. “It’s too hard to tread water and talk at the same time.” She nodded and easily slipped through the water to the rock he had indicated, then climbed out, using the natural hand and footholds she found grooved into it. He was right behind her, and got out as well, sitting next to her in the bright sunshine.
“Oh, boy, you weren’t kidding about the water having no effect on it.” she giggled, staring at his cock sticking straight up from his hairy groin. “It looks even bigger in person than it did in your shorts!”
“You’re the first girl who’s ever seen it.” he admitted to her. “You really think it’s big?”
“Well, it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” she giggled. “Can I touch it?”
“Yeah, if you want to.” he said, opening his legs a little. Her bra was nearly transparent now that it was wet, and he could almost clearly see her nipples as they hardened at the soft breeze that came up across the lake. Her hand went out and her fingertips stroked it softly.
“Ohh.” she said softly. “It’s like, hard and soft at the same time.”
“I like it when you do that.” he said. “Try curling your fingers around it and making a fist.”
She did as he said, closing her fingers around his girth. They didn’t quite meet her palm, he was so thick, and her hand so small. He closed his own hand around hers and began moving them up and down on it’s length together, then let go after she had the idea and knew what to do.
He turned toward her, raised his hand to her face, and leaned over to kiss her.
“Mmph!” she moaned in surprise as their lips met, then she was ardently kissing him back, her little fist never missing a stroke. His hand slid down to her shoulder, then pushed the strap off and down her arm. She felt it happen, but her passion was rising and she simply couldn’t care enough to stop him. It would break the magic of this moment.
He cupped her bare breast in his palm a moment later, feeling her nipple pressing into the center of it like a pebble. As the kiss broke, he lay her back and nibbled the side of her neck, just under her ear. He looked down at her, smiling into her eyes, then opened the front hook of her bra and moved the two pieces to the side, alternating fondling her rock hard nipples with is free hand, The other was propping him up. Her hand was still on him, stroking softly and slowly up and down it’s length.
“I take it back.” he told he, whispering. “You’re even more sexy than the girls in my magazines.”
“The way you’re touching my breasts is making my feel all funny.” she told him. Her legs writhed together for a moment, then her knees drew up and parted. “It feels all wet between my legs.”
“Right here?” he asked, sliding his hand down her belly and cupping her mons. His middle finger slid up and down over the outside of her panties, finding her clit and gliding in small circles over it.
“Ohh, yes, that’s the exact spot.” she moaned.
“I could tell.” he said, “It’s definitely wetter there than just water can make it.” He grinned at her devilishly. “I wonder…”
“I don’t like that look on you face.” she said, letting go of his dick. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s a secret.” he said. “If I tell you, it won’t be a secret anymore.”
“I can keep a secret.” she said. “Tell me.”
“It’s not something I can tell you.” he said. “It’s something I want to try out with you. Will you help me?”
“Sure,” she agreed. “As long as you keep doing that with your hand.”
“I’ll need to take these off.” he said. “Will you let me do that?”
She nodded, biting her lip, then lifted her butt up and let him take her panties down. The crotch stuck to her labia for a moment, having been pressed into them by his fingers, then he slid then over her knees, then her ankles, and she was completely exposed to this boy she had only met half an hour ago.
“You might as well have this off, too.” she said, taking off the open bra. He grinned, wadded it up, and sent it sailing to land next to their other underclothes. “What did you want to show me?” she said. She was a little nervous about being naked with a boy for the first time in her life, but also very excited and curious. He took her by the shoulders and made her lean back, until she was laying on the rock with her legs drawn up.
“Oh, what-” He was pulling her knees apart, and she was resisting a little, but he was stronger and insisted.
“I can’t keep touching you there with them closed up like that.” he said, so she allowed him to spread them open. His hands slid down the insides of her thighs, then the sides of his head were brushing where his hands had just passed.
“What-” she started to say again, but then his tongue was on her, and words failed the girl. All she had left were moans, and her legs were open as far as she get them, now.
He licked and lapped at her until he felt her hips bucking up into his mouth, then slid his body up hers until he was kissing and nibbling at her nipples
“Oh, oh, why did you stop?” she gasped.
“So I could do this.” he said, moving up a little more, until they were face to face. She could feel his cock laying against her bare pussy like a red hot bar of iron. He sawed it back and forth over her clit a few times, gathering up her natural juices along it’s length as he did.
She moaned, feeling him sliding deliciously against her, and then suddenly it was moving even further back, the head of it pressing in between her labia. “Wait, no!” she said, putting her hands against his chest. “I’m not ready for that!”
“Oh, yes, you are.” he said, sliding the head of it into her. She screwed up her face beneath him, but didn’t say anything more as another inch slid in. He pulled it back a little, then put more in, until she winced sharply and tried to squirm out from under him.
To no avail, tho, he had her pinned under him and trapped. He pushed his cock through her flimsy barrier and sank it in to the hilt.
“Ohh, GOD!” she yelled out at the tearing pain inside her. “Take it out, take it out!”
“Too late for that.” he said, through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking you now.” He drew it almost all the way out and sank it back in as she writhed under him. He did it again, increasing the speed with each stroke, until he was fucking her and making her moan and groan with every stroke.
“Don’t…don’t come inside me.” she gasped. “Do it on my belly.” She was thinking of her friend Linda, the only girl she knew who had gone all the way like this, and now had a three month old baby. “Don’t get me pregnant!”
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” he said. “But this load ain’t goin’ on your belly, or in it, either.”
“Wh-what?” she gasped, very close to orgasm. He didn’t answer, just increased the tempo of his strokes even more and brought her over the edge.
“WHOOOANNNNNGGHHHHHUUUGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed, raking his back with her red nails. Her hips were thrusting up to meet his on every one of his down strokes, and he kept it up until she collapsed under him. He grinned at the girl who had just experienced the strongest orgasm of her young life.
Gently, he pulled out of her and knelt beside her prone form, looking down at her beautiful body as he stroked his cock in his fist. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see him doing it right over her face, his cock just inches away from her mouth.
“Wh-” she started to say, but just then his dick erupted and jetted out hot, thick ropy streams of come all over her pretty features. About half of it went into her mouth, and she could taste the hot saltiness of it. Instinctively, she spit it out, but more was spewing forth, coating her pretty face with hot, ropy, white goo. More of it went into her mouth as he pushed it right up against her lips and inside. She spit that out, too, turning her head to the side. She could feel it spattering on her cheek and into her hair.
“Oh, why did you do that?’ she asked. “Oh my God, I’m a mess!”
“Baby, you look absolutely sexy, wearing my come like that!” he said. “Man, I wish I had a camera!”
She sat up and glared at him. “You think this is funny?” she nearly shouted. “You think I LIKE what you just did to me?”
“Hey, whoa, calm down.” he said. “I didn’t say it was funny; I said you look sexy. And you do; you really do.”
“You just fucking RAPED me!” she screamed. “I was a virgin, you asshole!”
“Hell no, I didn’t.” he replied. “You wanted that as bad as I did. You fucking loved it.”
“I asked you to stop, and you didn’t.” she sniffled.
“You came at least twice.” he retorted. “Tell me you didn’t like that part of it.”
She didn’t say anything to that, just looked at the rock between her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest.
“You liked it.” he said, confidently. “Want to go swimming some more, and wash it off your face and out of your hair? I think it looks damn sexy, but your Mom might not understand.”
“Oh, God, what did we just do?” she said, beginning to cry. “Why did I let you do that?” Tears were streaming down her face, and he came over, sitting right beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“Hey, now, shh.” he said, soothingly. “It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” he said. He was glad he’d sat down on her clean side, he kissed the side of her neck, moving her hair to the side. “See, now don’t that feel good?” he said, feeling her lean into him a little as she accepted his comfort. “Sure it does, sure it does.” he said softly. His other hand slid up and down her thigh, up and down, then slid around and onto her bare pussy once more. “It’s gonna feel just as good, if not better, this time.”
“Oh, what are you…” she murmured, but didn’t stop him as his fingers pried apart her vulva and slid into her warmth. She let him lay her back down and lowered her knees, but to her surprise, he pulled them back up again, then pulled them apart.
“I’m gonna show you how good it can feel.” he said, moving between her legs. “And I’ll let it go onto your belly this time, just like you wanted.
“Ohh, that’s…” she whispered, feeling him enter her again. This time, there was no pain at all, just a satisfying scratch to the itch his fingers had awoken in her belly.
Again, he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts until she was gasping for breath and clawing his back as she came. This time, he was able to last a little longer, having just shot off about 20 minutes before, and she was gurgling with pleasure when he finally pulled out.
True to his word, he pumped his cock against her belly, intending to shoot off there, but she caught her breath and scooted down under him, taking his throbbing member in her mouth.
He felt her lips close around his cock, and that was the last straw. He pumped out several strong bursts, which she easily and greedily swallowed. She had thought about the taste of it as he fucked her, and she decided she liked it. She also knew from stories she had heard from other girls at school how much guys liked girls that swallowed, and she wanted him to like her. The feelings his cock had elicited within her she had had no idea about. She wanted him to do it again, and often.
“Oh, man, you like it, don’t you.” he said, grinning at her as she scooted back up and cuddled into his side.
“You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?” she asked, hesitantly.
“Hell no!” he said. “I don’t mind a bit!”
“Good, because I’m not.” she said, primly. He had to laugh at that, as the tone of her voice contrasted with the well fucked look on her face and the come drying clumsily in her hair.
“Come on, let’s get back in the water.” He dove off the rock, but when he came up, she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he felt a warmth engulf his cock, and looked down into the water. She came up next to him, laughing.
“Gotcha.” she giggled.
“You can get me like that anytime you want.” he replied. “Especially first thing in the morning…”
“Are you getting cold?” she asked, crossing her arms over her breasts. “I’m starting to get a little chilly. Can we go back now?”
“Sure we can. I have chores to do anyway. Maybe you could help me with them?”
“Well see.” she said, heading for shore. “I’m kind of sore. I might just take a nap.”
He watched her get dressed, noting she left off her wet underwear. He could see her nipples through her blouse, and the sight kept him half hard the whole way back to the house.
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