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My first beating

I had been trying all morning to get on the internet, but my computer kept ending the connection. So, I unplugged my computer and went down to Best Buy. I was wearing a low-cut red tank top with tiny straps and denim shorts. The shorts were a little too short for my husband and he definitely didn’t like me wearing high heel snadals.
I was frustrated with the computer and my marriage. It felt like years since I had been fucked right. I walked into the store and headed to the repair shop. I was seriously considering just throwing my computer in the trash when a young man behind the counter says “I’ll be right with you miss” My jaw dropped, he was so handsome. He was tall with Brown hair and brown eyes, exactly what I like. His shoulders were wide and his biceps were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. I couldn’t help but watch him. I didn’t realize I was staring until he turns and looks straight at me. He knew in an instant what I was thinking and he smiled and chuckled to himself. I could feel myself blushing.
I waited in line and when it was my turn he called me over. I explained the problem, while leaning just a little to far over the counter. I teased him with a peek at my breasts. I wanted to make sure that he noticed me like I had noticed him. He was talking to me about my computer and telling me what he would do, but I was day dreaming and didn’t catch what he said. He looked right into my eyes and asked me again when I wanted to pick my computer up. I told him my husband was leaving to go out of town and I couldn’t come back until later in the evening. He told me to come back just before closing time and it would be ready. The thought of seeing him later sent a rush of heat between my legs.
All day I thought about him. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what it would feel like to be pressed against him and I would give anything to see him with his shirt off. But, the more I thought about him, the wetter I got, and the more frustrated I felt. I had never cheated on my husband before, but tonight seemed like a very good night to start.
I started thinking that if I really wanted to fuck this guy then I should make sure I was ready for him. I showered and shaved. I shaved everything, even my cunt, my body was completely smooth and soft. Just to make sure I did a good job shaving I got down on the floor and put a mirror between my legs. Wow! I did a great job and my lips were full and red. God, I wanted this guy so bad. Just thinking about him made me wet again. I couldn’t help stroking my clit and sliding a finger inside. My cunt felt like it was on fire and I knew I would cum fast and hard. Oooooohh, I was so hot and ready, I knew that there was no way that I wasn’t going to fuck him tonight. So, I changed into something sexier. A red halter top with no back and no bra. I wanted my to tits to really stick out and I knew he would notice my hard nipples. I put on a pair of tight, low-cut hiphuggers that really showed the curve of my hips and a thin gold chain around my waist. MMMMmmm how could he resist.
I waited until the store was close to closing and I strutted in. Sure enough he was standing behind the counter and I definitely caught his eye. I made sure to swing my hips and let my tits bounce with every step. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
When I got close to him he said “come here” and grabbed my arm. He pulled me back into his office and shut the door. I wasn’t expecting to have him alone so quickly, so I was even more surprised when he locked the door. “You are late” he said sternly looking me into eyes. His gaze was intense and suddenly I wasn’t so sure that this was a good idea. I stammered, “I’m sorry, I came late, I was hoping to talk to you alone.” “MMmmm I bet” he said “and do you always dress like a slut?” I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. He pushed me hard against the door and held me there. “You’re not gonna answer me” he said “fine, have it your way.”
He turned me around and with one hand pushed me into the door and with the other he started caressing my hips and my shoulders. “Unbutton your pants” he whispered into my ear. I wanted so bad to say no, but the store was closed by now and I doubted that he would let me leave. I did what he said. My shorts fell to the floor and I was bare underneath. “MMmmmm very nice” and he reached up and untied my halter top and it fell to the ground. I was in way over my head and standing there in my heels, completely naked. “Spread your legs…..Spread them wider” and he reached his hand between my legs. Oh god, his hand felt so good I couldn’t help but moan. “So wet, I bet you’ve been thinking all day about fucking me…….But you‘re not going to get any satisfaction until I hear you beg……Mmmmmm my sweet slut.
He turned me around and bent me over the desk, so my breasts were pressed against the top and my ass was high in the air. He slipped two fingers inside me and started stroking my cunt. I moaned, much louder than before. Oh God it felt so good. I could feel myself getting close to cumming when he stopped, I was breathless, “Why did you stop?” CRACK he smacked ass so hard I yelled. CRACK. “No, no I don’t want to do this. Let me up,” but he was so strong and held me in place easily with one hand. He said “I’ll stop when I like the color of your ass.”
I started to struggle, but he held me in place and kneeled down behind me. I was expecting another smack, but instead he pushed his tongue inside me. “OOhh Oooh “ I kept moaning, this time I was going to cum, but he stopped again. “Don‘t stop!” I pleaded. He laughed and said “That doesn’t sound like begging to me. Come on, beg for me” He stroked my lips back and forth, making sure not to brush my clit. By this time every muscle in my body was clenched and I was starting to tremble. “Please! Please! Please don’t stop,” I pleaded. He said “That’s better” and with that he started to lick me. He licked his way up to my clit and flicked his tongue in circles around it. I moaned so loud you could hear me in the parking lot and came with a gush. He kept stroking me and it felt like my whole body was between my legs and I knew I was close to cumming again, but he stopped and said “I think I need to work your ass a little more. It’s not quite as red as I like it.
I could hear him unbuckling his pants and for a moment I thought he was going to fuck me, but I turned my head and saw him taking off his belt. This time I struggled I like crazy. He said “Shhh, do you wanna cum again?” Yes, I did want to cum, I wanted to cum so badly. “So just relax, I promise to make you cum many times tonight.” I didn’t know if he would keep his promise or if he was telling me to relax so I would stop fighting, but I didn’t have time to think. Snap! Oh god it hurts too much. Snap! Ohhhhh I could feel welts raising on my ass. Snap! He said “Mmmmmm your ass looks so good, I wish you could see it.” I could only imagine what I looked like bent over the desk, naked, my ass scorching red. I started whimpering, my body trembled. He said “Maybe I’ve been too rough with you. Is this the first time you have been spanked?” I nodded. “Well then, let me kiss it and make it better.” I could feel his lips lightly brushing my ass and it sent shivers through my whole body. He kissed me so sweetly, his lips gliding wet over my burning ass, his tongue caressing me. “I’m so sorry, my sweet slut, I could have made your first time easier, if only I had known.” I whimpered as he helped me to stand.
“Now be a good slut and take off my clothes.” I did as I was told, he was pleased with me and I would do anything to keep him that way. He told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked him in. Now, I knew I could keep him happy, I loved to suck cock and I was very good at it. I pushed him all the way in and down my throat. He was loving every second of it and so was I. He grabbed the back of my head and held me in place while he fucked my mouth. I squeezed my lips around him and dragged my teeth over the tip.
Then, he stopped and told me to get up and lay on the desk. I laid on my back and he spread my legs wide open. He ran his hands over the inside of my thighs and said “I’m so tempted to turn your creamy skin bright red, but that will have to wait for another time.” Then he kissed my tummy so sweetly and licked my nipples until they were perfectly hard. Then he kissed me and his kiss sent shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. Oh, his touch was so tender, I would have let him kiss me forever.
His hard cock was pressed against me and I couldn’t help but rock my hips up and down his shaft. “I think you have waited long enough” and with that he spread my lips wide and plunged his cock in all the way. I moaned uncontrollably as he pulled completely out and plunged in again. My thighs were shaking and his strokes were getting longer. I was in ecstasy and came so hard my thighs bucked uncontrollably. He said “Mmmm I love hearing you cum.” His strokes were shorter and I was climaxing over and over. I squeezed his cock and raised my hips to meet his every thrust. He was starting to moan and I could tell he was getting close. He bent down and whispered in my ear. He said, “You have been such a sweet slut. I will give you a choice. Do you want me to cum in your mouth or your cunt?” I thought for a second and said “Please cum in my mouth. I want to watch you when you cum.”
He pushed me down on my knees and slid his cock down my throat. He was pushing in me so hard, I was starting to gag. Then, I looked up, just as he pulled out of my mouth, and watched him cum so hard he shook. I loved his hot cum dripping from my lips and chin. When he was done he held my chin and said “You have been very good tonight and I know that you will be even better next time.” I looked puzzled at the thought of doing this again. I loved it, but it was so hard, I didn’t think that I could do this again. Thats when he said “Oh yes, we will do this many times. You forget that I have your address on the invoice. You just make sure to call me the next time your husband goes out of town.”

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Tender Mother

This is my first ever story, so please leave constructive criticism, if you leave any at all!

Last call at the local bar

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sandi, I’m a 35 Y/O single woman, 34DD-27-30, 5′ 9″ tall, 110 Lbs, blue eyes, and light brown hair down to my waist. (I just love long hair, don’t you?) And last night I was so very horney. As I usually do when I get this way (which is quite often) I went to my favorite bar. I wore knee high black boots, a black mini-skirt that is just above mid thigh and a black tube top. Of coarse I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra, because I wanted to be ready for all the hot action I would soon see, feel and taste. But because of the time of year (it is mid-winter now) I also wore a long black coat.
As I drive my ’85 T-Bird around the corner I can see that the parking lot is fairly full tonight. I finger my cunt and it is getting wet just thinking about getting fucked tonight. As I pull into the lot and park I see a couple of men watching me, so I decide to give them a little taste of what is to come. I open the door and swing my left foot way out and down to the pavement. With my legs wide open like this they had a good view of my shaved pussy. I pretended not to notice as I fussed with my lipstick in the mirror before getting out of the car.
As I approached the entrance to Tony’s Bar and Grill one of the men opened the door for me. Of coarse he was standing very close, no dought hoping to inocently brush up against my tits. The look on his face was priceless when he not only got a good feel as I turned sideways to brush past him, but my hand strayed accross the front of his pants, and sure enough his cock was standing at full attention. “Thank you, you are a true gentleman.”
“Are you going to meet someone tonight, or may I join you?”
“Yes I’m meeting someone tonight, and I think I just did. My name is Sandi and of coarse you may sit with me.” I smiled into his face and kissed his cheek, and taking my arm he started leading me to one of the back booths. “Lets sit at the bar for a while, shall we . . . ?”
“Sorry, my name is Tony, and what ever you want Sandi. The bar it is then.”
“Hi Sandi, having your special tonight?”, Bob the bartender ask me as we sat down. Tony took my coat and I just sat there and slowly crossed my legs and leaned back, so my breasts were straining the tube top I wore. I didn’t have to say a word, “Right you are Sandi, the special it is then.”
About 2 hours later and several drinks, it is almost closing time and poor Tony is beginning to wonder if he is ever going to fuck me. Just then Bob announces last call, “Last call for drinks, closing in 5 minutes. Also tonight we are having a special after hours show, so anyone wanting to stay for the special I suggest you buy 2 or 3 drinks before 2:00 A.M. when I lock the door.”
“Lets stay for the special Tony, it’s always a fun time.” I’m trying really hard not to laugh as Tony tries to put on a happy face, knowing for sure he’ll never fuck me now. “Sure, why not!”
Just then Bob calls out,”Show time!”, and locks the door. “Sandi, your up”. Bob then walks to the bar and leans back, looking me. I lean into Tony and give him a kiss right on the mouth, sticking my tongue into his as my hand starts stroking his cock. I get up and walk over to Bob, and before I reach him my tube top and mini skirt are gone, leaving me in just the boots and thigh high stockings. When I reach Bob I immediatly drop to my knees and open his pants and pull them and his boxers down to his ankles. As I look up into Bob’s face I see him smiling at me, I reach out and start stroking his 9 inch cock, already hard and stiff. My lips close around the head of his cock, and slowly I start stroking his cock in and out of my mouth. Deeper and deeper as my saliva covers his cock shaft, making it slick and tasty. Finally my nose is pressed right into his stomach, his cock deep in my throat, almost gaging me. I slowly withdraw my lips over his wet glistening shaft, feeling the raw power of his hard cock, untill just the head is between my lips again.
I stop sucking Bob’s cock for just a second, and stand up to face the men in the room. My hand rubbing my cunt, Bob bends me over the back of a chair and starts fucking my cunt. “Come on, I want another cock in my slutty mouth.” The mesmerized glazed look in their eyes went away, as a mad scramble of men removing their clothes made me push back harder onto Bob’s cock.
“Fuck my cunt, Haaa, yes, harder, deeper. Fuck that feels good, fuck my cunt, fuck my face.”
I didn’t have to ask twice as the first cock was shoved into my mouth. They were lined up waiting a turn to shove a cock into me and they didn’t care which hole it was. And neither did I, I just wanted cock, lots of cock. And this night I was going to get seven cocks and at least seven loads of yummy cum.
Just then Bob said to the croud of men, so it wouldn’t get out of control, “Every one line up here at the bar and let her do the line sucking cock.” They all did, and I started at one end of the bar, sucking a cock, deep into my mouth, looking up into his face with my eyes open, staring up at the man whose cock I was sucking. Slowly sucking deeper and deeper untill my nose was buried into his cock hair, my hand feeling his nut sack and rubbing it against my chin before withdrawing my mouth. Then down the line to the next cock, and it was Tony.
“You really are a fuck slut, aren’t you!” A statement of fact, not as qusetion, as I hungrly sucked on his hard cock. I could see the other men in line, stroking their hard cocks, anticipating their turn. And each didn’t have to wait long. A couple of minutes on each cock, sucking and savoring the flavor and taste of hard cock meat in my mouth.
Then Bob led me to a table and I laid back, with my legs open wide. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck my face, just give me your beautiful hard cocks in any hole you want.”
And they did, first fucking just my cunt, while some shoved their hard cocks into my ass. My head was turned to the side as a stiff cock was once again shoved into my mouth.
After about 45 minutes the first cum load was deposited in my mouth, and I hungrly sucked his cock, tasting every drop of cum. “Nobodys leaving untill I’ve tasted every swinging dick here cum in my mouth.”
A big cheer was my answer to that, and another deposit of yummie cum in my mouth.
After everyone had fucked me and cum in my mouth, Bob thanked me for the good time and the extra after-hours business.
Well, if you liked my adventure leave a comment or 2. As I just love getting gang banged. Bye
Love and Kisses . . . Sandi

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Coming down from the mountains 2

The next year I found a note at the grave site that said “we will be here when you are ready”.
For the next three years nothing changed, I would go home in the summer and spend a lot of nights laying between their graves and meet John every fall and spend the winters down south.
The next year I found a note that told me that my parents had passed away. It didn’t say how but it didn’t need too.
That fall I was waiting at the normal spot that I would meet John at but after waiting for over two weeks I left and went to the trading post. After giving my furs to the trader he asked if I had heard about John, shaking my head no he told me that they heard that he was found in his camp. It seemed he had die in his sleep and they just found out last night.
That was the night that The General told his story.
After that I lost track of time or maybe I just didn’t want to know.
Every summer I got home there was always a note and the girl was always there along with the older lady. As the years passed the girl was growing and the other lady seemed to slow down.
One summer I that I was home there were a lot of helicopters flying around one day and the next day. I had to move from one of my normal trapping spots three valleys over because there were a lot of people there. I was hunting in the valley on the other side of home when I saw a girl waving as a helicopter flew over head. I knew that they could not see her as she was in the trees.
After the helicopter had passed I could hear her crying. I stood up from my hunting blind and started walking to the girl. When she saw me I don’t know if she was more scared of me or the fact that she was lost.
Now I had not cut my hair or beard in a long time and I didn’t wear normal clothes, what I wore I make from the animals that I killed. I was told I looked like the guys from a movie about mountain men. Now I had not really talked to anyone since I left those many years ago and even less since John had passed away.
The girl was wearing what I knew was Girl Scout clothes that was easy to see. Before she could run I told her I only wanted to help her find her way home.
I had stopped walking to her and she just looked at me. I told her that there was a town just over the ridge and if she followed me I would show her.
I turned and slowly started walking home. At first I didn’t hear her move and I was wondering if I was going to have to go into town to tell someone where she was but after a little bit I could hear her following me.
After I topped the ridge and started down the girl started to move faster, I turn and when I did she almost fell down trying to stop. I told her not to run as she might fall or run over the many drop-off that are hidden up here. After that I started back down the hill.
Once I got to appoint that there was a well used trail I stopped and moved to the side. I told her if she followed the path it would take her to the town and help but I warned her again not to run.
As I moved off to the side and back up the hill she started down. I followed her most of the way but stayed hidden so as not to scare her.
That night there was a note thanking me for helping to bring the girl home and again telling me that when I was ready to come home they will be there.
I left shortly after that because people started coming up into the area, mostly police and guys with guns.
The next summer I was just coming back from fishing when I heard a noise. Now living in the woods this long I could tell what noise belong to what animal and where and how far away it was. I knew that this was a person and I was almost to the top of the ridge when I heard it. As I looked over the ridge I saw a girl standing looking around.
When she said I know you’re here somewhere I just want to thank you for helping me last year and to tell you something someone asked to pass along if I ever saw you again. When you’re ready come home.
I watch as she went back down the hill towards the town. I did not see her again all summer and no one else came up. I spent the rest of the summer at home and most nights laying between Amy and Emily trying to remember them.
That winter was a hard one the cold hit even down where I normally went so I think I was a little late getting back home because when I got there, there were two notes. The first one was the same that has been left every year and the second one asking if everything was ok.
The next Sunday I saw what looked like two ladies going to the graves and then one of them kneeled down then stood up fast and waved.
It was about halfway through summer when I came over the ridge and saw a girl sitting on a log. She surprised me because I had not heard her.
I must have made a noise because she turned before I could move and slip away. She stood and said “I knew you were back”. I looked at her and she looked familiar. She giggled and said “you don’t remember, two years ago I got lost and you helped me home”.
I just nodded yes and she said “last year I came up here one time to thank you but didn’t know if you heard but I couldn’t come back because my mom found out and grounded me”.
I think it was the first time that I laughed in many years. She said “oh you think it is funny that I come up here to thank you and get in trouble”. I shook my head no and sat down right where I was.
She looked at me and said “I know you can talk because you did before. Why don’t you now”.
I looked at her and asked her what her name was, she smiled and said “Paula what’s yours”. It actually took a second to remember and I told her Charles. She laughed and asked “what did you forget your own name”. When I lowered my head she said she was sorry.
She then asked me how long had I been living in the mountains, I told her I didn’t know and that I didn’t even know what year it was.
She didn’t tell me what year it was but she did talk about when she got lost. She was out hiking with the Girl Scouts when she went looking for something that her aunt has always said was up here. Then she got lost and only being 13, almost 14 and alone in the woods for the first time she was scared. Then she giggled and said I had scared her even more at first but then she remembered something and them it was ok.
Now I never asked a question the whole time she was talking, one because I haven’t talked to anyone in a few years and second seeing her there just smiling and not scared like before just made me feel good.
When she stood up and said she needed to get back to town before she gets in trouble again. I stood up and told her that I was glad she was safe.
She smiled and said “I’ll try to get back up next week but if I didn’t see you again thanks for being there for me”.
After Paula left there was something that keep bugging me about her but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
She did make it back up the mountain one more time just before fall started and we again talked. Well she talked and I mostly listen. But before she left I told her I was going to be leaving soon because of the weather so she should not come back up the mountain. She asked if I was planning to come back again next year. I told her yes I would be coming back every summer as long as I could.
After I said that she had a small frown but I didn’t say anything.
After saying my goodbyes to Amy and Emily I left for the winter three days later.
I had only been home for three days and it was Monday, but I only knew this because I watch as two ladies walked to the graves and one of them waved the day before. When I walked over the ridge to check the grave yard I saw Paula sitting in the same spot that I did last year. I did not even recognize her till she spoke. Now if my memory was correct she was she was 13 almost 14 and that would make her 16 almost 17.
I again sat down where I was and listen to her talk about last year, school, and her friends. Finely she looked at me and said “Tell me what you did all winter long.”
I sat there looking at her for a bit, the last person I said more than yes to was her and that was last year. So I figured I would start there and after I said that she stood up and slowly walked over to where I was and sat down in front of me and said “I really want to know what you did”.
So I told her everything but going to the grave yard and saying goodbye to Amy and Emily. When I was done she smiled and said that wasn’t so bad was it.
I laughed and said no. I also saw it would soon be getting dark. I told her this and she said yes and that she needed to be getting home.
Two days later I was just looking at the grave yard in the morning when I saw Paula coming up the path that I had led her down three years ago and as I watched her something just felt so familiar. It was like I had watched her walk a hundred times before.
I moved to where I was the other day and sat down to wait, as she was walking up the path she saw me and said good I don’t have to wait haft a day for you to show up.
I looked at her as she sat down in front of me she said that she had waited Monday for over five hours for me to show up.
We talked all day, mostly she did but she asked me a lot of question and I answered them.
Over the rest of the summer I saw Paula every Monday and Thursday. Some days we would talk and others I would show her around the mountains. She would even bring up a picnic basket once a week and would leave me the leftovers. Mostly bread and jams. When school started up she could only come up on Saturdays.
Fall was coming and the weather was getting colder and I told her I was going to have to leave soon, she asked if I was sure and I told her yes. She asked if I could wait till after next Saturday because she had a dance Friday and she wanted to tell me all about it. Now I knew that she didn’t have a father at home and I felt sad for her.
I had already stayed a week longer then I should have but I didn’t tell her this. So I told her that I would.
That next week I got everything ready to leave on Sunday.
Paula was there early Saturday morning and she told me all about the dance. I knew that she didn’t have a boyfriend to take her because she told me that the person she liked didn’t know it.
She stayed all day, we eat the lunch that she brought and she made me take the two jars of jams that she brought. When I could tell that it was getting time for her to be heading home I told her so.
As she was getting up she said “I hope you come back next year”. I told her me to. That night I said my goodbye to Amy and Emily.
I almost didn’t make it over one of the passes because leaving late and the snow came early. When I made it to the trading post The General said he was wondering if I had tried to stay up north or got stuck in the snow. One thing I have learned about The General was he really did care about most of us.
When I looked at him and said it was close, the snow in the pass was already deep. He had a shocked look then laughed and said “that was the most I have ever heard you say at one time”. Then he yelled round of drinks on him.
Winter seemed extra long this year and before heading to the pass I stopped to sell the furs that I had and pick up some supplies. The General came over and he said I see you’re back to your old self. I just nodded.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said it was nice knowing you and walked away. Now I had heard him say this to a few people and they never showed back up. Most of them were found a few years later in one of their camps or I should say what was left of them, others were never heard from again.
Now I heard some of the old guys talking about a late snow coming and they were staying a few extra days but I wasn’t. The weather was already getting to hot for me so I headed out.
I had just made it over the pass when the snow started but I made it so I started my way north.
When I got home it was almost dark so I put my gear down and made my way to the grave yard. Again there were two notes the first was the same as always but the second. It said “I can’t wait for you to come home so I can see you. Paula”.
Now it had been a long day with me pushing to get home. As I got back to my gear I held the two notes thinking about the one Paula had left and I just didn’t understand it.
It was real late before I was in bed and fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of the church bells and quickly ran over to see a lady running to the graves and an older lady following. Before the older lady even got to the grave I saw the one that had ran to the grave start waving. But this time she didn’t turn around like before waving to the hills all around the church, she was waving in my direction only. As I watched I saw her hug the older lady then run to the parking area.
I watch the older lady go to the graves and sit down. Even with the weak scope I had I could tell she was talking to Amy’s grave.
She sat there a long time and I all most missed the first sounds of someone come up the trail. I got up and moved so I could see both the grave yard and the trail the best I could.
It was easy to see the white coming up the path and I knew it was Paula. She must have been the person at the graves and I’m sure the other was Amy’s mom.
It took me a minute or two to move to the spot I would sit at last year. I was sitting there about five minutes before I saw the white dress through the woods but when I saw her I thought that I was seeing a ghost. It looked like Amy running through the woods.
I was so in shock when I heard Paula yell “I knew you would be back”. The problem was it was coming from someone that looked like Amy.
She sat right in front of me and took my hands but I guess it was then she saw my face or what you could see of it. She took my hands and kissed them just like Amy use to do. She started to tell me how worried she was because two days after I had left they got a heavy snow and she knew that I only stayed that extra week because she had asked me too.
After she said this it was the first time that I saw her take a breath. She asked me if I was ok and I shook my head no.
I asked “Amy” and she shook her head no then said “Paula”. We just sat there looking at each other for a bit with her holding my hands.
Finely she said let’s take a walk. As she got up she let go of one of my hands and helped me up. As she started to walk up to the ridge she still held my hand. We walked for most of the day not saying much.
I wasn’t paying much attention as to where we were going or where we were at because I just let her led me where she wanted to go. I just watched her smiling the whole time.
When she stopped and turned around facing me she said this is where you found me. I looked around and saw that we were in the valley that I found her in and when I looked back to her she leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.
What I saw in her eyes I had not seen in many years but I knew what it was. Love, but before I could say anything she spun around giggling and pulled me up to the ridge.
When we got to the top she told me that she only had one more week of school then we can spend the summer together.
We didn’t say another word till we got to the main trail leading back down to the town. When she turned and looked at me and I could see she was a little worried when she asked if I was going to be here next Saturday.
When I nodded yes, the smile that she had all day returned and for the first time all day she let go of my hand and started down the trail.
As I sat down at my camp I realized I had not eaten all day. So as I started to fix something to eat I started to think everything over.
I was sure that the girl that I have watch all these years putting flower on Amy’s and Emily’s graves was Paula. She must be one of her cousin’s daughter. Did she really look like Amy or has it really been that long that I forgot what Amy looked like and was just hoping it was her.
No I was not hoping it was Amy, I was glad that it was Paula, I had missed her all last winter, our walks and talks that we had. But the kiss and the look that she had confused me. It took a bit to remember how old she was. She was 17 if I was correct and would be turning 18 June 5th.
Then I wonder if it was really love that I saw or was it the fact that she knew I stayed late last year and she was worried that I might not have made it to the south. Add that to the fact that we were standing in almost the same spot that I found her four years ago.
That had to be it, I had seen myself at the trading post right before I left. What beautiful young girl would be in love with someone that looked like me? Plus I had to be almost forty or more. I must be more like a father to her as I know she has never had one. Then there is the way I live that has to be exciding to some people and I know she loves the woods with as many walks we took in them last year.
After eating and cleaning up I waited till it got dark and made my way down to the grave yard. For the first time I talked to them. I told them how much I missed them and hoped that they were ok. I told them what I had been doing, about Trapper John, The General and about Paula. I didn’t hear or see anyone till I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was Amy’s mom. She slowly sat down next to me and just held my hand. She sat there with me a long time.
Finely she said I miss them too. With that she stood up and before she turned she said “when you’re ready we will be here” then walked out of the grave yard.
I don’t know if it was her or someone else but I could feel someone watching me as I laid down between their graves. I didn’t hear who it was leave but I felt them leave after awhile.
It took me all week to get my camp setup because of all the things that happen. I almost didn’t remember it was Saturday when I woke up and when I did I started to clean everything up.
I didn’t know why but I cleaned everything and some things twice. I even made a broom to sweep off the rock that I camped on.
I was so busy that I didn’t even hear Paula come up and walk into my camp. I had just finished sweeping when she asked if I was expecting someone special.
I turned around and there stood Paula in a dress that made her look even more beautiful. She had her hair done up and even had a little makeup on. In one hand she had a picnic basket and in the other she was holding a pair of white sandals. The sandals went with the dress she had on, a lot better than the tennis shoes she was wearing.
She walked over to me and handed me the basket and then took my other hand. She started to led me out of the camp saying I know that you worked hard at cleaning up but last Sunday you took me for a walk so today I’m taking you for one.
Now I said I know what I look like and what I wear. I would not fit in with anywhere she would take me with what she was wearing.
I haven’t had a hair cut since before the accident and only got my beard cut twice a year and that’s only a trim. I’m not dirty, I wash every day but I smell like a fire all the time. Then there is the fact that the only town I have step foot in was here and I only did that at night.
I guess I had stopped while I was thinking because when I looked around we hadn’t even made it out of the camp yet.
Paula was looking at me with a smile and asked if I trusted her. I could say she was the only one that I did. I shook my head yes and she started to led me down towards the town. As we got to the last turn off on the path that you could take before getting to town she took this and pulled me along.
I knew that this path would take us to the small lake at the end of town but what I didn’t know there was a branch off of that would take us to the far end and there was a small clearing just back from the lake.
Once we got there she turn and said see our own little picnic spot. Now you could still see the lake through the trees and hear kids in the park at the other end of the lake but we were alone.
She took the basket from me and pulled out a blanket and spread it out then slipped off her tennis shoes and sat down on the blanket and patted next to her as she laid back. I took off my moccasins and sat down next to her.
She told me to lay down as she pulled me next to her. As I laid down she said she wanted to tell me something. So I rolled to my side to look at her as she did the same.

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1Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter One
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money either.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter One Summary: Harry receives a helping… hand in his quest for Voldemort’s Horcuxes.
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As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The first was that he couldn’t place where he was in the dream, but it was somewhere between two hills with high peaks. And the second odd thing was that he could clearly smell the book he was reading but couldn’t smell the ocean; the book had an enticing musky odor to it. It was an curious dream, but Harry liked it because the horrors of his past weren’t revisiting him like they usually did during his normal dreams. The young wizard wanted to stay in this slumber-land for just a little longer. Of course, the sun had different plans and one cannot argue with the sun when its horrible, golden, life-giving rays are pounding down upon one’s face now can they? Lousy effing sun.
With a pitiful groan, Harry slowly woke up. He continued to lie in bed as he looked up at the ceiling without his glasses for a good long time. After he was satisfied that the ceiling had been stared at long enough, and after he had gotten thoroughly bored with said activity, Harry surveyed the room and it contents for a moment until his blurry eyes fell on his tiny desk. The desk was littered with bits of parchment, old newspapers and a number of framed photos.
His eyes tried unsuccessfully to focus on a picture of what appeared to be himself, Hermione, and Ron taken around their first year at Hogwarts. His vision then slipped to a picture of a raven haired man snuggling on a couch with a red-haired woman. Harry’s heart sank as his mind replayed his short relationship with that red-haired woman. At the beginning of his sixth year, Harry finally noticed that Ginny was a woman, a beautiful one at that, with boobs and bouncing, shiny hair. Of course he had to end the fledgling relationship at the end of the school year for Ginny’s safety. Harry knew that anyone who he considered his girlfriend would be a target for Voldemort and his asslick… err… that is bootlickers. He hated hurting Ginny’s feelings and being lonely himself, but it had to be done, for her sake.
After lying in his bed while somehow simultaneously berating and congratulating himself on his decision to break up with Ginny, Harry forced himself to get up. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry finally put on his glasses and took note of the time. It was barely half past six in the morning and his relatives wouldn’t be up for a little while. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. It was mutually beneficial. Of course, Harry knew that the Dursleys were planning a very large “going away” party the day after his birthday, the day after he was supposed to leave their house forever.
His eyes fell back to the picture of Ginny and himself on the desk and Harry’s heart stopped beating for one full second. The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. The only problem was that it wasn’t Harry and Ginny snuggling in the picture. It was Harry’s mum and dad, Lily and James. Harry broke out in a cold sweat as a sudden realization dawned upon him:
‘Ginny looks like my mum!’
He’d lusted after a girl who physically reminded him of his mother!
Harry a spent a good portion of the previous school year snogging a girl that looked like his mother! Harry felt very ill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Freud giggling like a school-boy at the thought of Harry being attracted to a girl who looked like his mother! The room started to spin wildly and last night’s dinner threatened to escape his body in ways it wasn’t supposed to.
After rushing to the bathroom, Harry emptied his entire stomach into the toilet. ‘That’s odd; I don’t remember having corn last night.’ His mind kept remembering what Ginny’s (the woman who looked like his mother) lips felt like when he kissed them. That’s when the dry heaves kicked in. Harry tried to wretch some more but there was nothing left to vomit. An image of him cupping Ginny’s small breast ripped through his mind and a small thought was attached to that image: ‘Were mum’s tits like that?’
“Holy Christ!” Harry shouted and banged his head against the toilet in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the troubling images him fondling a girl who looked like his mother! That or knock himself out, which ever came first.
He suddenly felt very, very, very dirty. He remembered how aroused he was when Ginny had shoved her tongue into his mouth, but Harry now thought idly if his mother’s tongue moved like Ginny’s. Then the most horrid of question’s entered the young man’s mind: “If Ginny looks like my mother, does she taste like her, too?’
Harry groaned pitifully as he snatched a toothbrush off the counter. It could’ve been Dudley’s but Harry didn’t care (the corpulent boy hardly used it anyway). He squeezed a sizable dollop of tooth-paste on the bristles and began to brush vigorously. After Harry had used up half the tube of tooth-paste and thirty-five minutes of aggressively brushing his teeth, gums, and tongue, his cousin Dudley walked into the bathroom. The enormously fat boy looked in horror at the site (1) before him: his freak of a relative was hunched over the basin with a copious amount of foam covering the lower half of his face and dripping from his mouth.
Harry turned to his cousin and tried to shout: “GET OUT OF HERE!” Unfortunately, because of all the foam in his mouth, all Harry could muster was something like “GHTE TOOUE OV HERGELTH!” A fortunate side effect of this outburst was that Dudley’s rotund face was coated with spittle and mint-scented foam as Harry spat and sprayed his demand. Harry could hear Dudley screaming like a terrified little girl as he ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the street in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers.
After a scalding hot shower where Harry not only used up the hot water from # 4, but conceivably the rest of the block’s hot water as well, Harry walked into his room and saw something quite unusual. He saw a ghost with what looked like leather armor sitting on his bed. Harry had never seen a ghost outside of school, but the most peculiar thing about this ghost was that he was somehow holding the most recent edition of The Sun newspaper, even though ghosts couldn’t hold anything normally. But the oddest thing was that the unknown spirit had it opened to the infamous Page Three.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I like,” the ghost said lustfully, unaware that Harry had entered the room. “I bet you liked to be spanked don’t you, you saucy wench!”
“Um, excuse me…” interjected Harry, but the ghost ignored him as he continued to ogle the young topless nymph on the page.
“Cor, look at those nibblers! Poor thing must be cold…” grunted the ghost as his right hand left the newspaper and started to reach for his lap.
“EXCUSE ME!” shouted Harry in a mortified tone. The ghost lowered The Sun and looked at Harry. The specter grinned at him and stood up. Thankfully for the young wizard, the ghost used The Sun as a crotch guard so that his “state” was hidden from sight from the already overwrought wizard.
“Sorry ’bout that, Harry. You were taking so long in the shower, and a man has needs you know…” stated the ghost. Harry was taken back that this strange ghost knew his name. “Sorry about the scare, how are you boy?” asked the ghost.
“I’m fine,” answered Harry and then asked; “who are you?”
“Oh, I’m just grand thanks for asking,” replied the unknown ghost. “That’s very nice of you; you know, too many folk these days are so rude.”
“Pardon, but I didn’t ask ‘how are you,’ I asked ‘who are you?'” Harry repeated, a bit irritated.
“Oh, sorry ’bout that,” the ghost responded completely perplexed and a little offended. “You don’t recognize me?” to which Harry shook his head, “What, did you fall asleep in History of Magic?”
“Yes,” responded Harry, “quite often actually.”
“Well, I’m Godric Gryffindor!” the ghost replied theatrically and struck a heroic pose.
Harry was a bit awestruck; here was the ghost of Gryffindor, one of the founders of the finest Wizarding School in the world standing in Harry’s tiny bedroom. Harry’s reverence quickly turned into disgust as he noticed that when Gryffindor struck his heroic pose that he dropped his newspaper and that it was apparent that the ghost was still aroused. Harry held his hand in front of his face in an attempt to block the ghost’s crotch from view.
“Um, what do you want?” Harry asked, quite disturbed that he now knew with certainty due to the ghost’s partial arousal that Godric Gryffindor “dressed right.”
“Well aren’t you gonna ask how I am?” the ghost questioned.
“I already did,” Harry retorted, “and you said you were ‘just grand.'”
“No, you asked who I was, not how I was. It was an understandable mistake on my part seeing how you young people tend to mutter.”
“I don’t mutter,” Harry muttered.
“I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue,” Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.
“Alright have it your way, how are you?” asked Harry. A tiny headache started to form behind the young man’s eyes.
“Well, I was just grand until I met this rude man today,” the ghost responded a bit put out.
“Sorry ’bout that,” Harry huffed through clenched teeth. The tiny headache grew slightly so that it was now an annoying headache.
“It’s okay, I suppose,” Gryffindor said as he sat back down on Harry’s bed. “I came here today to help you in you quest for Voldemort’s Horcuxes.”
“How do you know about that?” Harry asked, with a great deal of surprise. As far as he knew, only Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and himself knew about the so-called quest.
“The old codger told me about it,” the ghost responded. “I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them.”
“What is it?” Harry asked, eager for any help he could get.
“Aren’t you going to say ‘please’?” Gryffindor asked with a pout. Harry’s annoying headache exploded into a full fledged migraine.
“Oh, sod off you silly old bugger!” Harry hissed.
“Oh my, such language!” the ghost said with mock offence. “Fine, spoil my fun, it’s my old sword.”
“The sword of Gryffindor?” Harry asked.
“Didn’t I just say that? D’ya need to clean out your ears, boy?”
“No, I don’t!” Harry barked as his normal full fledged migraine turned into a throbbing full fledged migraine. “I just don’t see how the sword could help me.”
“Dumbledore didn’t tell me you were daft,” Gryffindor said sadly. “It’s a sword! You swing it and it cuts things! You can use it to destroy the Horcuxes!”
“Couldn’t I just use a heavy rock to break them? Why would I need your sword?”
“Dumbledore used a rock on that ring, that’s how his hand got all burnt,” the ghost answered. “The sword has charms on it to protect you.”
“Oh,” said Harry simply.
“‘Oh’ he says,” Gryffindor mocked. “Also, if you’re close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted thing.”
“Okay, that’ll be helpful. When I turn seventeen in two days, and get freedom from this place, I’ll go to Hogwarts and fetch your sword.”
“No, do it now!” commanded Gryffindor. “Why wait?”
“Because I have to stay here until I turn seventeen,” Harry said to which the ghost made a “pfft” noise. Harry ignored Gryffindor and continued. “Besides, there are members of the Order watching me. I just can’t up and leave. They would stop me and shove me back in here and tell me to wait two days.”
“Fine, I didn’t want to tell you this but the sword will be rendered worthless if you don’t claim it by tomorrow,” stated Gryffindor seriously. “The charms around the sword will drop if it doesn’t have someone to wield it.”
“Alright, I’ll go out there and tell the Order member about the sword and why I need it.” Harry said.
“Good plan; tell them and risk having them tell someone else about the Horcruxes and then risk them telling someone else and so on until Voldemort finds out and moves the Horcrux and then you’re completely screwed,” Gryffindor said. The ghost’s words sunk in and Harry knew that it could possibly end up that way.
“Okay, but then I’ll need some sort of distraction so I can slip away from the house without being seen,” Harry said aloud.
“I’m sure you know someone clever enough to help you with that,” the ghost offered.
“Brilliant, I’ll Owl the twins!” Harry exclaimed. He quickly went to his desk and began to write a letter to Fred and George. “They know loads of tricks to fool the Order.”
“cough Hermione cough” Gryffindor ‘coughed’ loudly behind Harry.
“Excuse me, what was that?”
“Me? Oh nothing,” Gryffindor replied, and pointed to his throat. “Just a tickle.”
“Fine then, let me just write this letter,” stated Harry as he turned his attention back to the parchment. Just as Harry scrawled out the words: “Dear Fred and George,” on the paper, Gryffindor conveniently “coughed” again.
“cough Hermione cough Hermione cough”
“I’m sorry, but would you like for me to write to Hermione instead?” Harry asked petulantly.
“I really shouldn’t interfere with the living so much,” the ghost said innocently, “but I hear that the young witch is exceedingly clever.”
Harry crumpled the parchment he was working on and got a fresh one. He simply wrote:
Hermione,
I need your help.
Harry
The bespectacled man attached the letter to Hedwig’s leg and the owl flew out of the window.
“Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post,” Gryffindor ordered. “Let me tell you a few stories… stories about the prettiest woman I ever shagged; Rowena Ravenclaw.”
For the next ninety-seven and a half minutes, Gryffindor traumatized Harry with stories of his sexual exploits with one of the other founders of Hogwarts. Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn’t his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, “My other wand isn’t so small if you know what I mean.”) in that ‘place’ and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. Harry also learned that the Shrieking Shack that Remus used when he went to Hogwarts as a student wasn’t the first place to use that particular title; apparently, it was also the name given to Ravenclaw’s personal quarters. Gryffindor concluded with the gem “Brainy birds are always naughty.”
Gryffindor clapped his hands and asked: “Now that’s done what would you like for me to talk to you about?”
“Oh god, please nothing,” Harry murmured in fear. “Please, no more.”
“Alright then, how about a game of strip Parcheesi?”
Harry had started to make a mad dash for the door when he heard a familiar BANG from the street below. Harry turned to see a three-tiered purple bus parked outside his relatives’ house. He also noticed with a happy heart that the ghost of Godric Gryffindor had disappeared.
Another loud bang signified the Knight Bus disappearing again. Harry made his way to the front door. When he reached for the door-knob, someone pressed the buzzer. Harry opened the door to find a very perturbed and upset Hermione.
“You needed my help?” Hermione demanded.
“Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm.
“Oh, can it Harry,” she replied irritably, “I’ve had a rotten day.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Harry began to apologize.
“Actually I should thank you,” Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must’ve been reading one of her ancient tomes on the Bus. “You saved me from that lecherous git.”
Harry wondered briefly if Hermione had been visited by Gryffindor’s ghost as well.
After Harry led his friend into his room, he asked her what was troubling her. He had decided to talk to Hermione about the sword after he made sure Hermione was alright.
“I just came from the Burrow,” began Hermione as she sat down on his bed. “I decided to spend some quality time with Ron because we’re together now. I had started to talk about us, what we like, what we do in our free time, and what not. Well, after I had exhausted my knowledge of all-things Quidditch and began to discus other topics, Ron started to doze off! He literally had drool coming out of the side of his mouth!
“So I decided that we would have to do something else, seeing how I was boring him into a stupor.” Hermione continued and Harry sat close to her. “I asked him, after I was finally able to wake him of course, if he wanted to do something; perhaps take a nice walk around the forest behind the Burrow.
“He completely discounted my idea and came up with one of his own. And what was this brilliant idea of his? Snogging! He said ‘let’s snog’ and grabbed my tit like this!” Hermione demonstrated by seizing her right breast and shoving it up. This action led to several other things. The first thing was that Hermione accidentally unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, but she was too angry to notice. This action led directly into the second action, because of her breast being shoved up and the accidental unbuttoning incident, Hermione’s right breast was exposed quite a bit more than she had intended. Which led to the third and final action: Harry noticed for the first time that his friend Hermione had rather nice boobs.
They weren’t overly large, maybe slightly larger than a handful, but they were definitely an improvement on Ginny’s. They also appeared to be delectably firm, something that he would like to suckl…
‘OH MY GOD!’ Harry’s mind screamed. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Potter? She’s you best friend! Stop looking at Hermione’s lovely… er… wonderful… boobs…’ Harry’s upper-mind ceased its self-recrimination as Hermione dropped her breast as yet another button flew free, unbeknownst to the blouse’s owner, and her enticing cleavage was revealed to poor Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend’s milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. That damn bra mocked Harry, teasing the young man, saying: ‘There’s more underneath, more to see… and they are called nipples!’
‘STOP IT!’ Harry’s upper brain took over and tore his eyes away from his friend’s glorious mounds. Luckily for Harry, Hermione didn’t notice where his eyes seemed to have been glued for the past few seconds. And even more fortuitous, she didn’t notice ‘Harry, Jr.’ trying to free himself from his damn denim prison and give a proper ‘Hello’ to her. Because if she did notice, she would have known that her friend was a true Gryffindor in that he, like the house founder “dressed right.”
“…I told him; ‘NO, not yet. Let’s talk for a bit.’ And then he said, ‘Talk about what?'” the brunette witch continued. “I couldn’t think of anything to talk about! It hit me; we have two things in common. First, we argue constantly, and secondly, you’re our best friend Harry.”
“Um, thanks… I like friends,” Harry said dumbly, half-listening, half-wishing that ‘Harry, Jr.’ would stand down, before Hermione noticed his state of arousal.
“I wish Ron and I were like you and Ginny,” Hermione stated. With the mention of Ginny’s name, Harry had gotten his wish; ‘Harry, Jr.’ went into sudden hibernation. “I know you two broke up, but you have loads in common. You both like to play Quidditch and… and… and…”
Hermione stopped for a good long time. Harry would often see her go into these lapses whenever she was faced with a perplexing question. Her eyes would burn intensely as she worried her lip. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it.
“And you were both possessed by Voldemort,” Hermione offered after a good minute of deep thought. “And…” Hermione began to slip back into her “deep-thought mode” when Harry offered some food for thought:
“And she looks like my mum,” Harry said pointing to the photo of his mother and father on his desk. Hermione scrutinized the photo for a second before becoming quite pale, then green.
“Oh, my god, that’s disturbing,” said Hermione as she took a deep calming breath.
“Tell me about it,” Harry stated.
“And you kissed her!” Hermione said shocked.
“Don’t remind me!” pleaded Harry as he felt nauseous once again.
“At least you didn’t tongue kiss her…” Hermione paused as she saw the guilty look on his face. “Oh, my GOD! You tongue kissed a girl who looks like your mother!”
“Hermione, please… stop,” whined Harry.
“Please tell me you at least didn’t feel her up, Harry.”
“Um…”
“Wait! DON’T TELL ME!” Hermione demanded.
Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. On her third pass, Harry’s nausea was replaced with arousal when he noticed how Hermione’s slacks hugged her bum. ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up once more shouting, ‘It’s play time.’
“Why can’t Ron and I and Ginny and you be like the two of us? The way we are,” Hermione questioned. “You and I have so much in common. We were both raised in the Muggle world…”
“… So the magical world is new and fascinating to us every day.” Harry finished Hermione’s statement automatically. He had to finish it automatically because his conscious mind was amazed at how supple and yet firm Hermione’s bottom looked. For the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he wore his cousin’s cast-offs. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state.
“We both enjoy going to Hogwarts,” continued Hermione. “And we both excel in at least one class. You’re tops in Defense…
“… And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything…”
“We both like tutoring,” Hermione offered. “You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!”
“And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck, everyone in Gryffindor would’ve failed all their classes if you didn’t help us out.”
When Hermione stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, he noticed that she appeared… flushed. She had a rosy bloom all over her exposed skin; especially on her lovely… wonderful… boobs.
“We’re both quick witted and clever,” Hermione said licking her lips as if she was anticipating something.
“I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby,” said Harry. “And you tricked both Skeeter and Umbridge into doing things that needed to be done.”
“Um, I actually blackmailed Skeeter,” corrected Hermione. She continued in a breathy and husky tone, “We’ve both been into the Forbidden Forest loads of times, whereas Ron equals Neville by only being in twice…”
“We’re both in Gryf… fin… dor…” Harry stammered when he saw a touch of lust in his friend’s beautiful eyes.
“We share the same initials for our first and middle names…” Hermione said huskily as she intentionally unbutton one of the remaining buttons on her blouse.
“H… J…” Harry panted as he was bewitched by even more flesh. “Wait, that’s kind of lame…”
“Oh, bugger it!” Hermione muttered and then leapt on Harry. Their lips met instinctively, as if they had been destined to. A fantastic tingling sensation erupted from Harry’s lips and raced through his body, something that ‘Harry, Jr.’ really seemed to appreciate, because he desperately wanted to say ‘Hi.’
Harry’s tongue involuntarily touched her lips. Hermione groaned into his mouth as her tongue came out to play with Harry’s. He didn’t realize when his hands started to wander, but he certainly liked it. His left hand was firmly on her bum, squeezing occasionally, while his other hand had traveled under her blouse and was running over her smooth, warm skin. Of course, this only inflated ‘Harry, Jr.’s’ attention who was now virtually banging his tin cup against the steel bars of his zipper prison chanting; “Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban…”
“Is that your wand in you pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Harry?” Hermione asked playfully after pulling herself away from his lips.
“Um… ah…um…” Harry bumbled in shock as he looked between ‘Harry, Jr.’, Hermione, and his wand which was lying on his desk. “Well I…err…”
“It’s a joke, Harry,” Hermione stated, easing the young man’s embarrassment. Then she did something Harry had never seen her do before, Hermione appeared to work up a great amount of saliva in her mouth and then licked her left palm, leaving it covered in spit. Before Harry could ask her what she was doing, Hermione stuffed her left hand down the front of Harry’s trousers and gave a firm, yet polite and very welcomed handshake to ‘Harry, Jr.’
“Oh my…” Harry squeaked as his eyes crossed. Hermione nibbled on his ear as she continued her ministrations in Harry’s pants. Again, Harry was overjoyed at the fact that he had inherited the over-sized pants he was wearing, for it gave Hermione’s hand ample space for movement. “Oh wow… I… wow… this is… neat…”
“Shut the hell up and kiss me Harry!” ordered Hermione. Harry was all too happy to comply. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled on various areas of Hermione’s face and neck while his hands memorized every curve she had on her bum and chest. Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand.
The two teens played a game as they rolled around on Harry’s bed; one trying their damnedest to arouse the other. Of course, in this game, Hermione had the upper… ahem…hand.
Tears of joy seeped out of ‘Harry, Jr.’s eye and a squelching noise emanated from Harry’s trousers. Harry’s world started to spin. After years of solo practice, he knew he didn’t have much time left. He could feel the pressure build up in his loins as ‘Harry, Jr.’ begged for release. ‘This is so much better when someone else does it for you!’
Crunch
“Oh god, Hermione…” groaned Harry.
“Oh, Harry…” Hermione said wickedly.
Crunch
“What the hell is that noise?” Harry asked in a very perturbed manner. He tore his eyes away from the brunette witch on top of him and saw a leather-clad ghost sitting on the floor eating from a bucket of popcorn. The ghost smiled in a repugnant way and said;
“I told you the brainy ones were naughty.”
To be continued!
Footnote: (1) The word “site” was intentionally misused it’s an improper homophone, hey, if JKR can use the wrong word, so can I.

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Savannah

This is my first story if its rated well I might do another point of veiw

camping with mom Part IV

Part IV
Once we got back to the camp from the lake dad put on jeans, mom slipped into her short dress and I was kind of relieved to be able to wear clothes again. We had planned to go on a canoe trip to Lindern Island but dad looked up at the sky and suggested that the weather was questionable and we should probably stay close to camp. Maybe the weather would be more promising for our trip tomorrow. I was fine with the plan; it wasn’t like we didn’t have enough to do at the site we were at. We still had hiking trails we hadn’t been on, more fishing, canoeing close by, and just being around mom in her dress was fine with me. We all kept busy at the camp doing our own thing, we made and ate lunch and the day slipped by rather quickly. It wasn’t until we were sitting around eating dinner and I was staring at mom sitting across from me with her big round tits clearly visible to me that I was reminded by the tingling in my balls that I had not had a chance to jerk off all day and was fast filling up. This was serious as I was use to cumming four or more times a day to avoid pain in my balls or the situation where cum just involuntarily starts to pour out of my opening. I don’t have an orgasm but cum just comes out on its own. The biggest difference is that only a small amount comes out and it doesn’t shoot out like a pressure hose the way it does when I orgasm. Well, you get the point and I was getting the point also that I needed to cum or I would be in trouble trying to sleep with my balls bursting.
I figured that when we cleaned up after dinner I’d sneak off to the outhouse. But as we were cleaning up a crises arose. “Oh shit!†dad yelled. “I’m so fucking stupid†. He was jelling inside the tent and mom and I ran to see what the problem was. Dad was inside the tent next to a big wet spot on the tent floor and holding up a soaked and dripping sleeping bag. “I must have left the spigot slightly open when I filled the canteen for our hike and it’s been leaking here ever since. Now were down to only one sleeping bag, it will never dry by tonight†. By the time we dragged out the soaked sleeping bag and found a low branch to hang it on and had mopped up as much of the water on the floor of the tent we could it was getting very dark. I thought that this was my chance to finally head to the outhouse and take care of my own problem. I yelled out to my folks that I was going to the outhouse but dad hollered back “Not in the pitch black; you’ll break your neck on a chipmunk hole or a tree root†. “I’ll walk with you with a light, it’s not much but it will help†, dad concluded. Matters became worse when he decided to hold the door open and talk with me while I went. I tried to object but he ignored me and stated to talk. “Tell me what you thought about our hike today†, he started. I hoped he wasn’t thinking about the part of the hikethat included mom being naked. “It was great exercise and one of the nicest trails here†, I answered trying to be tactful. But dad wouldn’t let it go at that and said, “Yes, but I mean how was the climb in particular†. “Well†, I said, “I was impressed how strong of climbers you and mom both are†. I hoped dad was going to end it there but I was getting nervous and uncomfortable about where he was going with this line of questioning. Frustrated and going right to the point this time dad asked me “and what did you think about the view up mom’s dress?†Wow, now what do I say to that, I thought. I was truthful and told dad I had never seen a naked woman in real life and that mom was real sexy†. I added, “Mom is really hot!†“I thought so too†, dad said, “but I wanted your opinion†. “Thanks†, was the last word he said as I stood up from the one holerand held the light as dad switched places with me. We spoke not another word on our way back to the tent but I was thinking all the way how dad wasn’t the least bit upset or angry that his wife had exposed herself to her son and that he was, instead, really happy that I saw her that way. All of this was no help in my relieving the pressure in my balls and actually added to the pressure.
Back in the tent we had a major catastrophe to deal with. Only one corner of the tent was dry, we now only had one sleeping bag for three people and it would be cold again tonight, maybe even colder because of the clouds and bad weather moving in. I truly had a worried sound in my voice when I asked my parents “What are we going to do?†Mom sensed my worry and took immediate control and spoke with authority. “Look†, she said to me and dad, “what is, is, and we have to make the best of it†. “The key thing is that we stay warm and rest up for tomorrow†she explained. “We’ll use the one dry bag we have as a cover for the three of us and we will scrunch together to generate heat and we will be fine†. “We’ll generate and share the heat much better without us being individually dressed so we will have to sleep naked†, she concluded. “I think it will work and we’ll be fine†, dad chimed in. “So†, mom instructed, “clothes off, it will be dad on the end, then junior and then me†. Dad was naked in a flash and under the open sleeping bag which was more of a cover than a bag at this point. He was on his side facing in. “Now you come here in front of me†, he said to me patting the tent floor by his side. I undressed in front of them trying to remember what they said at the lake that morning and to not be embarrassed. It was now mom’s turn to get in and since dad and I were already in place we had nothing to do but watch her every move as she pulled off her dress. I could feel dad’s dick push against my back as he and I took in the site of mom standing there naked. It would normally be too dark to get much of a show but dad thought to hold on to the keychain light (“In case we need it in the dark†, he said), but he used it to throw a spotlight on mom’s naked body letting the light move from her breasts to her pussy and down her legs and back up to her nipples. Oddly, mom made no objections. Dad’s dick wasn’t the only one growing under the covers. Mom finally moved under the cover and backed up until her back was touching my chest and her ass was pressed against my thei. My cock, of course, was back in position running up her ass crack and pointing up her back just like it had two nights ago; a situation both she and I were familiar enough with. Dad was in the same position with me that I was with mom. There we were, the three of us in the dark, dad’s dick poking at my ass and my dick poking at mom’s.
We lay there for four or five minutes in silence and then dad spoke. “There’s no room for our arms this way unless if the two guys bring their left arm up and over the person in front†With that he lifted his own arm up and dropped it over the side of my chest and let his hand fall at rest across the front of my chest torching mom’s back and my nipple. I followed his lead and lifted my left arm and dropped it in the same way as dad’s over mom’s side except that my hand came to rest on mom’s left tit and squarely on her nipple. She made no sound or effort to move my hand so I just left it there delighting in how soft and round and full her tit was under the weight of my hand. I would have loved to start kneading her tit but I was afraid that it would end everything and we would shift places under the cover so I just stayed frozen like that. Nothing more was said and nothing more happened for what seemed like an eternity. Dad’s dick was still hard and pushing into me and I was even harder and pushing into mom and I could tell from everyone’s breathing that no one was going to get any sleep.
Then silently and slowly dad started to shift his hips a bit. I could feel the tip of his dick moving from my back to my crack to where my legs met under my ass. His dick seemed to be searching for something and I got a notion I knew what it was. Dad was trying to get comfortable the same way I told him I had with mom and the same way I ended up with him. And if I didn’t let him how could I explain why mom and I and he and I had to do what we did. Dad said nothing and I said nothing as his dick searched for the right spot. I was resigned to what had to happen so I quietly tilted my hips and ass up and back and when he felt my assistance he increased his effort until he was finally touching my round opening with the end of his dick dad pushed toward me and I pushed back and at that point I realized mom had to feel my movement and had to know something was happening under our half of the blanket. She said nothing, however and lay perfectly still.
Dad finally poked throughmy tight hole which really hurt and I let out a yelp. But as soon as he had only the tip in me he stopped and stayed like that for a long time; long enough for the pain to stop, for me to stretch open for him, and for it to actually start to feel good. Then, inch by inch he pushed into me and after a while he was all the way inside me and I could feel his balls and hair on my ass. Having done that he just stayed that way and I thought that maybe that would be all that happened and he just needed to get his dick out of the way like I had attempted the previous nights. Dad made no other movements or sounds. I figured he was going to go to sleep now.
But I still had a problem and my hand on mom’s tit didn’t help not to mention the feeling I had never felt of being filled with a hot dick up my ass. I decided to do what dad had done and without saying anything to mom I started to tilt my pelvis in an effort to reposition my dick. I was sure she could feel my dick moving to a lower position and I was sure dad could feel what I was doing also since he was so closely attached to me. Luckily, neither one said anything. In addition, as I tilted my hips trying to find my way to mom’s pussy I wasinadvertently working dad’s dick in and out of my ass at the same time. My over filled balls and copious amounts of pre-cum helped me slide right past moms legs between her slit and she helped by tilting her ass up to me. Then she reached behind herself and grabbed hold of my dick and as she positioned it perfectly with her pussy she said to me louldly enough for dad to also hear, “Let me help you put that in me†, and with that she pushed my dick right into her cunt. She moved her hand away as I pushed deeper and deeper and deeper into mom’s velvet pussy and I heard a low moan from her just about the time I hit bottom in her. I had a little more to give her but I just stopped touching the tip of her cervix and rested there. At the same moment when mom moaned and I stopped tilting my hipspushing into her dad let out a little moan of his own as if the two were communicating about something. For the next couple of minutes the three of us were locked together, closer than any family could dream of being. While I lay there I had the thought that dad must be very happy that he is finally sharing his wife and that someone else is feeling the warmth inside her body. It was great just lying still the way we were but I knew it wouldn’t last and I knew we could never get to sleep that way.
Dan continued to stay perfectly still inside meand I was afraid to make the first move. All of a sudden I felt mom tighten her pussy down on my dick and start to squeeze and let go and then squeeze and let go again. It was like she was stroking my dick with her cunt. Although I was sure dad would instantly know what I was doing when I moved I started to tilt my hips and began pumping in and out of my mother’s warm cunt. Mom stayed perfectly still while I started to do this. My movement in and out of her meant that as long as dad stayed still then his dick would now start sliding in and out of my tight ass. So each time I pushed into mom dad’s dick slid out of me and every time I slid my dick out of mom I wound up impaling myself on dad’s dick. My strokes were slow and long at first but gradually I stepped them up until it was all out fucking of mom and everybody in the tent had to know it but not a word was said by my folks. About the same time I started to pound my dick into my mom I started to squeeze and kneed her left tit and to pinch and squeeze her hard nipple between my thumb and first finger. I was pumping in and out of her like a dog in heat and at the same time grabbing on to her tit like it was a handle and kept me from falling off of her. I could hear dad breathing hard and figured he didn’t have long before he would cum. I had much too much cum in me to last any longer myself and with a final push I worked my entire dick into mom. I heard her yell and I stopped pushing in and started shooting cum into her. Dad had to know from my stopping and mom’s yell that his son was filling his wife up with hot teen cum right in front of him. After the first two squirts dad rapidly moved his left hand away from my chest and reached down my belly until he could wrap his thumb and first finger around the base of my dick above my balls. He grabbed my dick and squeezed like someone taking a pulse on someones wrist and then I realized that he was doing that because he wanted to actually feel my dick pulsing as it pumped the cum into his wife. He wanted to feel me cumming inside mom; feel every pump. I was squeezing mom’s nipple between my fingers and dad was squeezing my dick and I was pouring a ton of cum into his wife.
When I stopped my pulsing dad started to pound into me as I rested inside his wife. In a matter of a few seconds more he made his final push into me and I got to feel what mom and dad were familiar with, hot cum shooting into me. I liked the warm feeling of being filled and I wished dad came like I did and had had more to put inside me but I was happy for what he had to give. It took a while before we three could get back to normal breathing. It was actually even sexier in a way that this had all happened in near total darkness and that it was only the sense of touch mostly that got dad and me off. Now, as dad rested in me and I rested in the warmth of mom we each in turn fell asleep.
I wasn’t surprised when I woke up a couple hours later. From mom’s shallow breathing and dad’s snoring I could tell they were both sound asleep. My first sense to come alive was the realization I was still very much inside mom’s hot and now very wet and full pussy. It was a real kick to picture my dick resting in a pool of my own cum trapped inside my mom’s cunt. My next realization was that dad’s dick was still resting inside me and he was pressed up against my back. I could also tell that although his dick was in me it had shrunk and only the head and a couple inches were still up my ass. My hand was still on mom’s tit and my first instinct was to start to gently knead it but I held off. What I couldn’t hold off on, however, was how hard and big my dick was starting to get inside mom. I knew I had to fuck her again but doing that wedged between her and dad while keeping them both asleep was going to be a real trick. It was a chance I had to take and since I was already deep in mom I just started pumping in and out of her slowly trying to move only as necessary and being quiet as a mouse. I wanted so much to caress her tit but I decided not to take the chance and remained content just sliding in and out of her pussy as I tried to deposit my second load and get back to sleep. I was speeding up my fucking of mom, getting closer to cumming when mom startled me by reaching for my hand and putting it firmly over her tit and then she started to make my hand squeeze. Wow, she was awake and helping me play with her tit and cum inside her. The next surprise of the night was that I felt dad’s dick grow inside me as I pumped into mom. I guess he was excited about his wife being fucked again with him only inches away.
My fucking mom and playing with her tit while dad’s dick was in me continued for a few minutes when dad reached over me with left arm and once again took firm hold of my dick, not with just his thumb and finger but wrapping his entire hand around my shaft. I was startled enough that I stopped my pumping in and out of mom which, apparently, was exactly what dad wanted. At that moment when my dick was only a few inches inside mom’s pussy dad took a grip around the base of my dick and started to pump it up and down in a motion like jerking off. Dad was stroking me off while my dick was still inside mom. I stayed still in that position as he speeded up stoking me. He was jerking off his son so I would cum and fill my mom. How crazy does that sound? Dad was pumping me knowing it would make me shoot cum intohis wife. Dad was not only approving me fucking his wife he was causing me to shoot cum into her. I wasn’t putting my cum into mom, dad was putting my cum in her.
I wondered what mom must have thought happened with this change from fucking to stroking and if she thought I was jerking myself off in her. Dad, however, took away any chance of a misunderstanding by calling out to mom “Here it comes hony, I’ll have junior pumping a fresh load of his cum in you any second†. I was equally surprised when mom answered him and said “You’re too good to your wife, honey†. Dad got back to stroking me and seconds later my dick started to pulse. “Here it comes†, dad said, “I can feel it pumping†. “I can feel it too†, mom answered, “And it’s really hot†. I kept pumping and when dad felt the last squirt he took his hand off my dick and neither he nor mom said another word. It took me a pretty long time to get back to sleep thinking about what had just taken place and playing back in my mind the events of the night. Basically, dad had put my cum in mom and mom liked it; they both liked it. I kept my hand on mom’s tit and felt perfectly comfortable squeezing it every now and then, just feeling at liberty to use her body any way or any time I wanted. I had dad’s permission. Eventually I fell asleep; I don’t know when they fell asleep.
I woke up close to dawn with my cock stuck in my mother needing to come again. This time, instead of just starting in to pump mom’s pussy I called to dad until he woke up. I called, “Dad, hey dad, wake up!†. “I need some help again†. “My God†, he finally said groggy, “it’s great to be a teen isn’t it?†. Then he told me “Take your mom’s tit and work it until she wakes up†. “She would want to feel you cum in her again, I’m sure†, he added. And so I did just that, while dad started stroking my dick that was sticking out and into his wife’s pussy. Mom started to wake and at some point she started to moan, “Come on now baby, give it to your mom†. When I finally started to shoot inside her dad felt it and called out to mom, “Here comes load three, is there room in that pussy?†Mom replied, “Your son is going to make me explode†. It took a while but I shot my jets of cum into mom’s wet cunt again. After I finished cumming dad took his hand off me and played with my balls for a little while almost like the way you cool off a fighter after a tough match.
When morning finally arrived it found me with a hand full of tit, a pussy full of cum and a semi hard dick in my ass. I was amazed we had stayed that way for the entire night. I layed there waiting for my parents to wake up and wondering how the morning was going to play out. Mom woke up before dad, probably because she could feel my dick growing inside her pussy swollen with my cum. She put her hand on my hand which was, of course, holding her tit. She patted my hand as she called to dad, “Honey, honey, wake up†. Dad finally woke up and when he was lucid she said to him “It’s my turn now bud†, and you can start by cleaning me up. Having said that as preparation to dad she quickly pulled herself off my dick, pushed away the one cover we had and she squated down facing dad’s face and with her pussy over his lips. Her knees were on both sides of his head and she was kneeling over his face lowering herself to him as needed. Dad hummed, ummm,ummm and licked and sucked and swallowed again and again and again for a long time. I could see that even with his best effort there was some cum that he couldn’t handle and it would slide past his lips and chin and down his neck. He kept licking mom and sucking my cum out and mom kept lifting herself slightly off his mouth and then down on to it again. Sometimes she would say to him, “Oh, I can feel more of it coming out†, or, “It feels like there’s still lots more in there†. Finally, when things slowed down mom said to dad, “You did a good job cleaning up after your son†. Then she layed back on the tent floor and told dad, “now make me cum†and dad got down on her pussy with his mouth and licked her for a long time with her moaning directions of where to lick. Finally, her body shook and she yelled and I saw for the first time what it looks like for a woman to have an orgasm

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The Kidnapping

This story might be a little more confusing it contains two different POV’s the female character (written by me) and the male (written by Adam, Edited by me) it’s written how he would like it to happen the darker parts are his POV the rest is mine

Baby–sitter’s Delight: Allison

Hello again gentle readers. This chapter is a bit longer then the last one, it sort of got away from me in the writing. Thank you to all who enjoyed the first chapter and I hope you enjoy this one just as much. Baby–sitter’s Delight: Allison
Allison stretched as she woke up from a very deep and refreshing sleep. After getting home from the Silverman’s the night before she had had several very satisfying orgasms before finally falling asleep. Laying on her back in bed, she ran through the events of the night before in her mind. Originally she had only planned on seducing her older neighbor, but then she discovered those stories and the video, so she set a whole new course of action. Allison had been aware of and interested in domination and submission for a couple years, ever since an online search for “harem pants” went wonderfully wrong. Ms. Silverman wasn’t her first, she had another, but the teen was amazed at how easily and quickly the older woman had become complacent. Far quicker and easier then her first, and still sweetest, conquest. She wondered if there would be a call or visit from Joyce today, she certainly hoped so.
With a sigh, the young girl threw the covers back, deciding it was finally time to get out of bed. She pulled on a long t-shirt over her nude body as she headed out of her bedroom. With a spring in her step, she walked down the hall, thinking over the possibilties the day held. Voices floated softly up the steps, causing her to pause at the top and listen closely. They were too soft to make out the words, but she knew who was speaking by the tone, one was her mother and she was positive the other was Joyce. Her smile broadened as she headed down the steps, thinking the neighbor woman must be very eager for her attention again to be over so early. She found the two older ladies sitting on the living room couch,her mother’s back was to her but Joyce had a good view of the bottom of the steps. Her eyes went wide and her face flushed slightly when she saw her young tormentor from the night before. Allison put a finger to her lips to indicate that Ms. Silverman should not speak. Holding eye contact with her new conquest, she quickly rasied and lowered the botton of her shirt,flashing her cleanly shaven mound. When Joyce saw that, she stumbled over her words, making the young girl laugh. Her mother heard the laugh and turned around.
“Oh, Allison, good you’re up.”
The teen walked over to her mother and hugged her around the shoulders from behind “Good Morning mother and Good Morning Ms. Silverman.”
The two mothers both replied with good mornings, then her mother spoke again. “Allison, it seems Ms. Silverman has some sort of emergency in the family and has need of a baby-sitter again today.”
“Is that right?” Allison,with her arms still wrapped around her mom, looked at Joyce and gave her a wicked smile over her mother’s shoulder.
“um, yes, that’s right. My father has taken seriously ill and I need to go to the hospital. I don’t want to take Liz until we know for sure what is going on.” The mother from next door had dropped her eyes while speaking.
Allison replied cheerfully “I would love to spend the day with Liz. Give me a little bit to shower and dress then I will be over.”
Ms. SIlverman breathed a sigh and gave the briefest of glances up at the blonde teen. “Thank you. I will go let Liz know you are coming.”
Allison turned away and started back towards the stairs. At the foot of the stairs, she looked over her shoulder to make sure she had Joyce’s attention. She gave the older woman a smile and a wink and quickly lifted the back of her shirt to flash her bottom before bounding up the stairs. Giggling to herself, she pulled off her shirt as she headed down the hall to the bathroom. She had discovered that anticipation was a very effective tool to make a slave feel needy. With that in mind, she took her time in the shower, relaxing in the warm water and making sure she was freshly shaved all over. After the shower,she spent a half hour in her room, deciding what to wear. She finally settled on a pair of tight cut off shorts that she felt showed off her best assets, and a slightly too small T-shirt.
“Mother, I am going.” She yelled at the door as she slipped on a pair of flip flops.
Her mother came around the corner from the kitchen and said “OK honey, have fun. By the way, did you make up your mind about what we talked about yesterday afternoon?”
“No, not yet mother, I will let you know when I do.” Allision replied with a sigh.
“OK, dear, just though I would ask.”
“I will call you later if I need anything or if plans change.” With that the girl was out the door and headed to her neighbor’s house. She made her way next door with a leisurely pace,enjoying the warmth of the summer morning. She knew the older woman would be waiting anxiously for her, they always did. She paused at the door of her neighbor’s house and waited an extra couple of minutes before knocking. It was opened almost before she pulled her hand away.
The young blonde girl strode into the house as if she owned it. “Hello Ms Silverman. Were you waiting right next to the door? You must have been to answer that fast.” She turned and favored the older woman with a sweet smile.
“Hello Allison.” Was the reply she got back, delivered in a small whisper.
Allison had made her way to the end of the small hallway, looked around and ask “Where’s Liz?”
“Um, let’s go, I mean, can we please go into the living room to talk for a bit?” Joyce’s eyes never left the floor as she spoke.
With a slight bow and a sweeping gesture of her hand towards the living room, the girl said “Sure, lead on.” She followed Joyce into the living room, adimiring the why the woman’s behind moved in the tight skirt. As they sat down on the couch, Allison made sure to sit very close, pressing the outside of her thigh into the older woman’s leg. She could feel the trembling going thru the mother and knew there was an internal struggle going on inside the woman. The fight between giving into her desires and what she had been taught was wrong. With a smile, The teen put a hand on Joyce’s knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. “So what did you want to talk about? And where is Liz?”
“Oh!” The woman jumped as if she had been shocked when she felt the girls hand touch her knee. “Well, you see, um.” Except for quick glances out of the corner of her eyes, Joyce never looked at the girl directly. “Liz isn’t actually home right now. She is at my sister’s, for a sleep over.”
“Oh? Is that so? So you actually don’t need a baby-siiter? Is your Father even in the hospital?” Allison had already suspected that was nothing but an excuse to get her back over.
“No, in fact, he passed away five years ago.” Joyce’s voice was quivering now and she was wringing her hands in her lap. Allison was loving how nervous she made this woman.
“Really? Well, that is interesting. So why did you tell my mother he was ill and you needed me to watch Liz?” The girl gave the knee nearest her a gentle pat as she spoke.
Her neighbor turned to look out the window as she spoke. “Because, I needed an excuse, to talk to you, about last night.”
Allison slide over a little closer and wrapped one arm around Joyce’s shoulder. The young blonde pressed her lips into the side of the older brunette’s neck as she spoke. “What about last night? I enjoyed it. Didn’t you enjoy it too?”
The older woman shivered with the touch of the girl’s lips on her neck. “Yes, No. Oh, I don’t know. It is so wrong!” She broke down into tears as she spoke. Allison gently pulled her into a hug, cradling the woman’s head on her shoulder and softly stroked her hair. The was a critical time she knew. Push too hard and the woman’s defenses would be up, take it slow and easy and she would be inside before Joyce knew what was happening. “Shh, shh. It’s ok. It did feel good though didn’t it?”
Joyce nodded slightly and spoke into the girls shoulder “Yes, it felt good. That is the problem, it felt too good. You are so young, I just can’t, I mean, if we got caught and I lost Liz, my life would be over.”
Allison lightly griped the side Joyce’s face and pulled her head up, so they were looking at each other’s eyes. She knew her big blue eyes always drew them in, so she used them to her advantage whenever possible. “You won’t get in trouble, you won’t lose Liz, I promise you that.”
“But, if your mother, or someone else, found out or suspected.”
“Don’t worry about my mother and no one else is going to find out.” Allison slide one thumb up to wipe away a tear from the corner of Joyce’s eye.”What ever happens will remain just between the two us. Ok?” She smiled secretly to herself,she had no intention of keeping it to just the two of them, but Ms Silverman didn’t need to know that just yet.
Joyce licked her lips nervously “Promise?”
“Of course.” The girl wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her and gave her a gentle hug. “I adore Liz and I wouldn’t do anything to risk hurting her.” Lifting Joyce away from her, she stared deep into the woman’s eyes and asked.”Feel better now?”
“A little, it still feels wrong though.”
The girl chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry about what feels wrong, if it feels good go with it.”
“OK. If you promise Liz won’t get hurt or taken away.” Joyce gave in a small nervous whisper.
“I promise she won’t get hurt.” Allison said. “Now tell me, Do you really fancy high school girls?”
Joyce remained quiet but gave a small nod of her head.
“Do you like to be ordered around by them too? Like in those stories?”
Again a small nod and a whispered answer “Yes.”
“Would you like it if I were that girl? The one to take control of you like that?”
There was a prolonged silence. Allison waited with patience, she knew the internal war within the woman had reached a critical point. Finally,Joyce gave the smallest of nods. Still holding the sides of her neighbor’s face, she leaned in and placed a small kiss on her full lips. Allision released Joyce’s face and sat back. What came next was the big test. Time to find out how strong this woman’s submissive nature really was. She turned to the woman and barked in a firm tone “Stand up.”
Joyce flinched at the command, but remained seated. “What?”
“I said, Stand up, now!” came from the girl in firmer and louder voice.
“Yes, yes, ok. Please don’t yell” Joyce stood up,turning to face the couch and smoothing her skirt as she did.
The young blonde smiled as she looked over her neighbor. She sat back on the couch, spreading her arms out along the back of it on either side of her and crossing her legs. “Strip.”
“Wha. What?” Joyce’s rasied her eyes from the spot on the floor she had been staring at. “Here? Now? Isn’t there some other way to start? Something a little slower and easier? ” She threw a quick glance towards the large picture window that faced the street in front of the house. ” Besides,the window.”
The teen glared at the quaking mother. “Yes, Here and now. No, there is not some other way, it is all or nothing. Never mind about the window, just do it.”
Joyce’s hands were gripping the sides of her skirt tight enough to turn her knuckles white. “Do I really have to?”
“If you want this as much as I suspect you do,yes you have to. Now, get on with it.”
Joyce remained motionless for a minute, stiff with nervous fear, finally with a small sniff, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. After it was unbuttoned, she slid it slowly off her shoulders, revealing a sheer black bra that left her stiff nipples visible to the girl on the couch.
Allison smiled and leaned forward “That is a sexy little bra. Did you wear it just for me Ms. Silverman?”
Without looking up from the floor, Joyce gave a small nod of her head.
“Well, isn’t that special, you dressed sexy for me.” Allison sat back on the couch “Continue.”
Shaking uncontrolably, Joyce reached behind her and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet,revealing a very small thong that matched her bra. The large wet spot on them gave evidence of her arousal. She bent over picked up her skirt and blouse, folded them neatly and set them on the coffee table.
“Stop.” Allison commanded as she stood from the couch. She approached the cowering woman who was desperately trying to cover her breasts and pubic area. Walking around Joyce, she lightly dragged a fingernail across the back of her shoulders and smiled at the goosebumps it raised. She stopped when she was back in front of the nearly naked woman. “Put your hands to your sides.”
Choking back a sob, Joyce slowly lowered her arms to her sides.
The teen raised a hand and cupped one of the small breasts, she could feel the hard nipple pushing against her palm as she fondled the breast. Her other hand came up and lifted the woman’s face by the chin. Looking deep into the large brown eyes of her new pet, “You have to make a choice now Ms Silverman. You can continue stripping, but if you do so, you will be mine totally. You will obey everything I tell you to do, or be punished.” She lowered her hand from the breast it had been fondling and let it rest lightly over the woman’s small thong. She rubbed her palm lightly against it as she continued speaking “Or you can stop now. If you stop, I walk out that door and I will never be back for any reason and you will have to explain to Liz why I can’t baby-sit her anymore. So, which is it Ms. Silverman? Do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?”
With a shudder, Joyce spread her legs to give the girl easier access to her thong and whispered in a very small soft voice. “Yes”
“Yes what? Yes, you want to continue or yes, you want to stop?” As the young blonde rubbed her palm against the wet thong she could feel Joyce’s hips beginning to grind into her hand. She knew what the answer would be, but she enjoyed making them admit it.
“Please.” Came out of Joyce almost in sob. “I want”
“Yes? You want what?” Allison was rubbing her palm harder into the thong. “Tell me what you want. What is it you need.
“I want. Oh Please, don’t make me say it, I can’t”
“Ok, then I guess I will be going home. Good bye Ms Silverman.” Allison withdrew her hand and turned to walk out.
“No! Please don’t go.” Joyce cried. “Please stay, please”
Allison turned back around and saw the crying woman had fallen to her knees and was holding her face in her hands. The teen put her hands on her hips and stared for a bit,knowing this was the moment of truth. Either she would have a new slave, or she would be going home much earlier then planned. Finally she spoke “Then tell me what you want to do Ms. Silverman.”
Joyce looked up from her hands and wiped away the tears from her eyes. After a deep breath, she spoke in a small voice. ” I want to continue. To be yours to order around. To obey you in everything. Oh god!” She fell over onto her side and started to cry harder.
Allison went back over to the woman on the floor and sat down beside her. She eased Joyce back into a sitting position and pulled her into a gentle hug. She knew they had crossed a threshold and this woman just needed to let out some of the emotions. After ten minutes when her neighbor’s sobbing into her shoulder had nearly ceased, she stood up,extended a hand and pulled Joyce to her feet. She smiled as she leaned in and kissed the older woman. Her mouth parted and her tongue slipped into the woman’s mouth. Her hands roamed up and down over the now subservient woman’s sides. She broke the kiss and stood back. “Now, you know what you have to do don’t you?
Joyce immediately dropped her eyes to the floor and said “Yes, but can we please go to another room? My bedroom maybe?”
“No, right here.'” Allison wanted to push this woman a little this first time. She knew that because of the angle of the sun, the large window was acting as a mirror from the outside and there was no danger of anyone seeing in, but she loved how nervous it was making her new toy. She returned to the couch and made herself comfortable. She was eager to see if the woman would follow through.” Now,continue.”
With one last nervous glance out the living room picture window, Joyce reached up behind her to undo her bra. She lowered the straps slowly off her shoulders and held the cups in her hands over her breasts. Finally, she lowered her hands and let the bra fall to the floor, baring her breasts. She took a couple deep breaths and with a quick motion, as if she just wanted it to be done, she pulled her thong down and off. She now stood nude before the young girl on the couch.
Allison smiled to herself, this was going much better and faster then she had ever imagined. Up till now, she really hadn’t realized just how submissive this woman in front of her was. She sat on the couch silently for a moment and let her eyes drink in the naked form in front of her. She saw a body that, for being forty, was still in pretty good shape, small perky breasts, neatly trimmed pubic hair and not too much sag anywhere else. Standing from the couch, she approached Joyce, rasing her hand to let it rest on the outside of one thigh. She didn’t say anything, just watched the face in front of her as she slowly move her hand over until was cupping the soaking wet mound of the older woman.
“Not bad Ms Silverman, you have a very nice body.” She slipped one finger inside the woman and starting to slowly glide it in and out. ” There is one minor change the does need to be made though.” She could once again feel Joyce’s hips rocking into her hand as she worked the finger slowly in and out. A smile came to her face when she saw how the older woman’s mouth dropped open in a pant. “Do you know what that one thing is?” The woman could only shake her head in response to the question posed to her. “This hair needs to go.” The girl pulled her finger out of the woman and tugged lightly on Joyce’s pubic hair, illiciting a small yelp from the woman. “I like my slaves smooth. Now, go up stairs and shave all that off. I expect it to be as clean and smooth as a baby’s bottom.”
“Yes, OK, if you want.” Joyce answered softly and turned to go to the upstairs bathroom. Allison grinned at how easily this older woman had come to heel.
“Wait.” Came from the girl in a firm commanding voice. “I know you are new and must be trained, so I won’t punish you this time. From now on, when you are given a command you respond with ‘Yes Miss Allison’.”
Taking a deep breath, Joyce turned and with her eyes to the floor answered “Yes Miss Allison. May I ask a quick question though?”
The girl sat herself on the couch and crossed her legs as she answered “You may ask your question.”
“How do I address you when Liz is around?”
“That is a very good question pet. I will have to give it some thought and get back to you.” She dismissed the nude woman with a wave of the hand. “Now get up stairs and do as you were told.”
“Yes Miss Allison.” Joyce turned and walked slowly up the stairs.
While Joyce was upstairs completing her task, Allison picked up her cell phone and dialed home,it was quickly answered by her mother. “Hello mother. Ms Silverman called and it sounds like she is going to have to spend the night in the hospital with her father. I guess he is really sick and they are not sure if he will make it through the night.”
“Oh. How sad, we will have to do something nice for her and Liz this week. I was kind of hoping we could have some time together tonight, but I understand.” Her mother said with a slight tone of disappointment then added. “Do you want me to bring you dinner or anything?”
“No, she left some money so we could order pizza and there are snacks if we get the munchies.” Allison knew how much her mother enjoyed spending time together and loved to deny it to her. “I should be home sometime tomorrow. Maybe we will go shopping or something.”
“Ok, that would be nice too honey. Did you think about what we talked about?”
“Actually, no I hadn’t mother,but since you keep asking, I am afraid I am going to have to say no.” Allison smiled as she answered the question.
“But, Its been.” Her mother paused and took a deep breath. “If you say so.”
“I do say so mother.”
“Ok, then I guess I will see you tomorrow.”
“Good-bye mother.” She hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. Sitting back once more on the couch, arms spread along the back, she felt a queen in her court and the world at her feet. She heard the creak of the stairs and turned her head to watch Ms. Silverman come into the room. She was walking slowly, both hands covering her most intimate region. Allison just smiled and pointed to a spot in front of the couch. The naked mother silently nodded and walked to the spot. She stood there, head bowed so her hair covered her face and doing her best to herself. It was all Allison could do to not laugh at her,the woman stnading in front of her looked so much like a scared child. Wanting her new slave to feel exposed and vulnerable, she let her stand there in silence, for a few moments before speaking. “Hands behind your back and spread your legs to shoulder width”
“Yes Ms Allison.” Was the replay as the woman moved to display herself fully before her young mistress.
As the girl surveyed the naked mother, she thought that with her small breasts and shaved pubic mound, from the neck down, Joyce could almost pass for a college aged girl. It was easy to see that Ms Silverman was very aroused, the tops of her thighs were slick with the moisture leaking from her. Allison stood and approached the older woman, raising her hand to cup the very wet sex. She felt how smooth the skin was against her palm and smiled. “Very Nice my pet, very smooth. Just how I like it. You will keep it this way all the time, do you understand?” As she spoke she easliy slipped two fingers inside the slick hole under her hand. Moving her fingers slowly in and out, she leaned in and placed a small kiss on the lips of her nieghbor. “When you obey, there are rewards. When you disobey there is punishment.” She slipped a third finger inside, thrusting her fingers back and forth faster. “Tell me Ms. Silverman, have you ever masturbated to thoughts of me?”
Joyce’s face and upper chest flushed at the question asked of her. She didn’t answer and only gave a slight nod of her head.
The teen blond watched Ms SIlverman’s face for the tell tale signs of heightened arousal, she didn’t want her pet to orgasm just yet. She continued to thrust her fingers inside the woman. “Dirty dirty Ms. SIlverman, getting yourself off to nasty thoughts of the teen girl next door. What would we do in your dirty little dreams?”
Joyce’s chest and face flushed an even deeper red, she opened her mouth to answer and only managed to let out a small moan.
Allison felt the rocking of the hips under her hand, heard the deep and heavy breathing coming from Joyce and knew her slave was quickly approahing climax. The girl stopped all motion of her fingers,but kept them buried deep inside the woman’s soaking hole. She leaned in a licked the side of Joyce’s neck, whispering in her ear. “Answer me my little pet. What did you do?”
Joyce moaned, trying to move her hips on the fingers still buried deep inside of her. “You would-um-call me names, and spank me and make me lick you. Sometimes, Oh god, this is so embarassing, sometimes you would share me with your friends, make me serve them too.”
Allison chuckled. “Does my little pet want to orgasm?” She slowly pulled her fingers out of the Joyce
The woman moaned with the removal of the fingers that had been filling her and nodded.”Yes, Please.”
“Yes please what?”
“Yes please Miss Allison, May I orgasm?”
“Umm” The girl pretended to think the question over. “No, you may not.” Allison said with a slightly cruel smile.She lifted her hand and slowly slid a finger inside the mouth of her slave. “That’s it, be a good girl now, suck it clean.” She could feel the woman’s tongue working to lick the finger clean as she worked the finger in and out. Once all of her fingers had been cleaned by Joyce’s tongue, she had a wicked idea. Deciding she really wanted to test and push this older woman today, she grabbed Joyce be the back of the shoulders, turned her to face the window and began walking her towards the picture window. As they got closer to the window the woman started to shake her head and resist. Allison applied more pressure to her shoulders and continued to force her to the window, until they stood inches from the window pane. If anyone could have seen in, they would have seen Joyce exposed from the knees up. The girl stroked her pet’s hair softly and said “That’s a good girl. Now just stand here until I tell you to move.”
Joyce’s turned her head to look over her shoulder as she spoke. “Please Miss Allison, anything, anything but this. Please don’t leave me here.”
“Just think of this as a little test, to see how much you really want to be my little slave.” The teen turned and walked back to the couch leaving Joyce facing the window. “And keep your eyes forward, and hands behind your back. If you do well, I may let you have that orgasm you want so badly.”
“Yes Miss Allison” The very nervous mother said with a termor in her voice. Allison sat on the couch and flipped on the TV with the remote. For half an hour, she kept one eye on the screen and the other on the nude woman in the window. With every passing minute the shaking of the woman’s body increased as did the amount of fluids flowing down the inside of her thighs. Finally she turned to Joyce and asked “Tell me Ms. SIlverman, what do you see out there?”
“I see the man from across the street, I don’t know his name.” Joyce’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Please Ms. Allison, let me move before he sees me. Please!”
Allison went to look over Joyce’s shoulder “Oh, That is the neighborhood pervert Mr. Rafferty. He’s always checking me out. Bet he would love to see a hot piece of ass like yours. Maybe I should send you out side like this.” She gave the woman a firm slap on the behind.
“Oh god! Please no, not that, please!” Joyces voice was full of terror.
Allison laughed at the fear of her slave’s pleading “Don’t worry Ms Silverman, I am not going to share you.” As she spoke she slide her hand between Joyce’s legs from behind, rubbing her drenched neather lips with two fingers. “Judging from how wet you are, I think you might like it anyway.”
The woman moaned and tried to grind herself on the fingers teasing her. “Please Miss. Allison.”
“Please what slut?” The girl slide two fingers inside Joyce where they made a loud squelching noise as she thrust them back and forth in the woman.
“Please may I cum, please!” Joyce’s voice raised in pitch as she pleaded with her teenage mistress.
Allison added a third digit next to the first two and worked them faster. “I don’t know, what will you do for it?”
Joyce gave a throaty moan.” Ohh. Anything. Please, I need to cum!”
“Anything?” Allison slowed the movement of her fingers. “That is a mighty big promise.”
“God yes, anything you want! Please, please allow me cum for you Mistress.” The woman’s voice carried a tone of desperation as she pleaded.
The girl was suddenly inspired and removed her fingers from inside her slave and walked to the couch, where she retrieved Ms Silverman’s cordless phone. She turned it on and handed it to Joyce. “Here you go slut,call Liz on her cell. I don’t care what you talk about.”
“um ok?” Joyce said in a confused and questioning tone as she took the phone and dialed.
The girl giggled knowing that her slave did not yet realize what was about to happen. She stood close behind the naked woman,cupping and squeezing her butt as she dialed. She was excited to see how Joyce was going to handle what was about to happen. This was really going to push the envelop Allison knew, but she got off on that kind of thing. When Joyce began speaking, she slipped her hand over the woman’s hip and placed her finger on the woman’s engorged clit. She almost laughed when she heard a sharp intake of breath when her finger touched the overexcited woman in such a sensitive spot. Leaning in closer, she whispered. “If you want to cum like the little slut you are, you will do it now, while you are on the phone with Liz.”
Allison then started a relentless attack on the woman’s clit, rubbing it hard and fast with her finger tip. She loved watching the woman try to maintain compousure as she neared orgasm. As Joyce’s breathing grew heavier and her words into the phone became fewer, she stepped up her manipulations of the stiff clit beneath her fingers. by alternating between rubbing it and stroking it. She leaned in and started to suck and bite the side of Ms. Silverman’s neck lightly, getting a deep moan in response. Suddenly she jammed 2 fingers up inside Joyce and moved her mouth up to whisper softly “Cum for me my little slut. Let your babygirl hear her mommy cumming like the slut she is.”
“Oh god.” Joyce let out in a half moan and half whisper. “No, honey, mommy is ok.”
“That’s it, cum for your sweet little daughter.” Allison whispered as she added a third finger and started to work them fast and hard into the woman. She wanted to drive her slave over the edge.
Joyce was reduced into a babbling,incoherent and sweaty mess. She leaned back into the girl behind her,grinding her hips into the fingers buried deep within her. Her hand dropped away from her ear, letting the phone fall to the floor. “Yes, harder! fuck me harder please!”
Allison was all to happy comply with that request and thrust her fingers even harder into the woman, while her other hand came around and started to pinch and pull on one of Joyce’s very stiff nipples. She glanced at the floor and saw the phone laying there, she could faintly her Liz calling for her mother and asking what was going on. Now was the time to make this woman cum like never before. “That’s it slut, cum for your mistress, cum like the little slut you are.”
“Yes, I’m a slut, your slut mistress! Fuck me mistress, fuck me hard please! God yes, I’m cumming” Joyce yelled out, her voice echoing off the living room walls.
Allison felt the inner walls of the woman grasping at her fingers as she shuddered and shook through an intense orgasm. She ceased the movement of her fingers and held her arm around Joyce’s waist, supporting her. When the woman finally stopped her convulsions Allison withdrew her arms and let Joyce collapse to the floor. She bent over, picked up the phone and shut it off without checking to see if Liz was still on the line. That was going to be an interesting conversation for Joyce to have when her daughter got home she thought and smiled to herself.
Making her new slave cum on had gotten Allsion very excited and she needed some relief herself. She quickly shimmied out of her shorts and t-shirt and went stand next to Joyce, who was still laying nearly insensate on the floor. She gently nudged the woman in the ribs with her toe. “Time to get up my slut, your mistress wants to sample your tongue.”
Joyce opened her eyes and looked at the nude girl standing over her. “Yes Miss Allison.”
Allison returned to the couch and sat with her legs spread wide. She gave her inner thigh a gentle pat. “Ok slut, come over here and show me how good you are with your tongue.” Joyce moved to stand but the girl stopped her. “No, crawl to me, on all fours.”
“Yes Miss Allison.” The woman slowly lower herself to all fours and began to crawl across the room,her small breasts swaying slightly under her.
Allison lightly carassed her inner thighs as the older woman crawled to her. As Joyce moved between the girl’s legs, she hesitated for a moment then slowly lowered her face into the girl’s lap. Allison moaned and raised her hips to meet the tongue that was lightly trialing over her smooth and senistive skin. Reaching down, she ran her hand thru the woman’s hair and bucked her hips against the woman’s face. Ms Silverman worked her tongue gently over the girl’s pussy lips, from time to time flicking her clit. The girl felt two fingers slide into her and moaned loudly, lifting her hips to meet them. Soon Allison was feeling the pressure of her orgasm buliding,she reached down with both hands and pulled Joyce’s face tighter into her.
“Yeah, that’s it slut, make your mistress cum.” She grited out between her teeth, as she humped and thrust against the woman’s face. “Tongue fuck me you bitch, shove that tongue deep.” She moaned as her slave complied and began to thrust her rolled tongue in and out of the girl. With a loud gasp, Allison jammed her hips into the woman’s face and let the orgasm overtake her. Her legs came up and wrapped around the head between them, squeezing it hard, as she rode out her orgasm. Joyce continued to lick her gently as several mini orgasms shook through the girl’s body. Finally catching her breath, she lowered her legs and pushed the woman away.
“Ok, enough for now slut.” She said as she caught her breath. She looked down at the slick faced woman kneeling between her legs. “That was pretty good, you may turn out to be a first rate pussy licker with some more lessons.”
Joyce dropped her eyes and mumbled. “Thank you Miss Allison.”
“For now though, I need something to drink. Get me some water.”
“Yes Miss Allison.” The woman was quick to get to her feet and head to the kitchen.
Allison leaned against the arm of the couch and tried to catch her breath. She thought Ms. Silverman was good but could use some more lessons from a slave that was more experienced in the art of oral love. She wondered if she should introduce Joyce to her other slave. Tomorrow perhaps, today was to be given over to teaching her new slave her rules. By this time, Ms. SIlverman had returned with a glass of water was was standing quietly beside her.
“Come here and kneel beside me.” She took the glass and drained half of it in a couple of swallows. Setting it down on the side table, she turned to the kneeling woman beside her. “You are good with that tongue, but you could be better.”
“Yes Miss Allison, Thank you Miss Allison.” was the reply, spoken to the floor.
“So, tomorrow I am going to introduce you to my other slave and have her start to teach you.”
“Oth-other slave mistress?” Joyce risked looking up. “I didn’t know you had another slave.”
“Oh yes I do, she has been my slave for a year or so now.” Allison reach down and gently stroked the side of the woman’s face. “Don’t worry, I will have plenty of time for both of you.”
“Thank you mistress.”
“Now kneel there quietly while I call her and let her know we will be stopping by tomorrow.” The young mistress picked up her cell phone and started to dial. She choked back a laugh at the shocked look on Ms. Silverman’s face when she spoke again. “Hello Mother.”
End Chapter Two.

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Vampire: Stories of days past 1

My first take at a story after a long time. Might be shit, might be good. I always liked stories like “interview with a vampire”, “Dracula” and well actually every other kindred themed story. Feel free to put in feedback and thoughts in the comments. Hope you guys like my take on this world as much as I did.

Angie Gets Hooked By The Holiday Girl. Pt.2.

I felt my skirt being pulled up and then her hand moved to my knee, it was now on my bare skin, it didn’t stay where it was for long though, because soon it was moving back up to my thigh, her fingers were down between my legs. It stopped it’s upward progress just before she reached my panties.