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Nothing Like Your First Time

This all started when, my best friend, Andrea’s cousin Chucky was coming to stay with us for the two weeks that my mom was out of town. We woke early and helped my mom load everything into the taxi that was taking her to the airport. So with food money in hand and promises to check in by phone, she left and Andrea and I rushed in to get ready for the day. “Chucky will be here at eleven,” she reminded me. I groaned and she rolled her eyes,”he is my favorite cousin so you better be nice.”
“Whatever,” was my mumbled reply. I remembered the Chucky from two Christmases ago. The annoying one that followed me around. He would have been cute if he took care of the acne problem and lost a few pounds. Chucky was awkward and shy and got in the way a lot. I was used to some guy following me around. With thick, wavy, dirty blonde hair, bluegreen eyes and full pouting lips to compliment my slim tan figure, it was no wonder guys fell for the tall blonde in a bikini. Fully filling a 36B, I made a swimsuit look good. Guys loved me and I knew it . Only problem was that I was too afraid to go any further than kissing or holding hands with a guy. Other than my recent lesbian experiences with Andrea, I was still a virgin.
Andrea’s cell rang and after a quick conversation, she said she was gonna wait for him outside. I nodded and went back to brushing my hair. I slipped a denim miniskirt over my bikini bottoms and threw an oversized muscle shirt on over the top. I slipped on some sandals and went outside in time to see Chucky pull up.
He was a year older than us so being 16, his parents bought him a car for his birthday. The primer black, ’69 Chevelle SS suited his personality. Not perfect but not bad. When he climbed out, my jaw dropped. The acne was gone and except for a few scars, you would never have known he ever had acne. He started playing football so he lost the belly and while he wasn’t ripped, the tight tshirt he wore showed how hard he worked to change his body. He smiled and held his arms out as Andrea rushed to hug him.
“You look good Chuck,” she said, which earned a smile while he blushed furiously, when he caught me looking at him. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and they chatted about family as they walked to the porch. I stood in awe as I marveled at the sight. Chucky was gorgeous. He had an edge to him that I love. It was like a light whisper of danger. He flashed me the beautiful smile that was obviously genetic as Andrea has the same smile. My stomach did a back flip when he pulled close to him and into a hug that clearly showed he still had a crush on me. I looked up and smiled at him while he kept his arms wrapped around me. “How have you been,” was all I could manage to say. The smell of his cologne made me want to stay close to him. “I’m doing amazing now that I am here with you,” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. He laughed and it was a melodious sound.
“Let’s go inside,” Andrea said, then drug me in to my room while calling, “we will be out in a minute,” over her shoulder. After closing my bedroom door behind us, she turned to me and laughed. “If you don’t plan to spend time alone with him sometime this weekend, then you need to tell him now.”
“Andrea, are you okay with me spending time alone with him,” I waited nervously for her reply.
“He has been in love with you since we were eight. I kinda would feel bad if you didn’t, but it doesn’t change things with us. I mean we ain’t really dating right?”
Having no arguement for that, I shrugged my shoulders, flashed her a mischievous smile, before walking into the livingroom where Chucky was sitting on my couch flipping thru the channels on TV. He stood up when he saw me walk down the hallway, “so what’s the plan?”
“We were gonna go swim at the lake but our ride fell thru, but since you have a car, I was thinking maybe if you didn’t mind…” I let the question trail off.
“Sounds great,” he said, then added, “but I gotta change first.” He took his bag into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a pair of swim trunks. without his shirt, I could see that I had been right about his body. It was beautiful. We made our way to the care where Andrea made an announcement, ” I’m spending the day with Chris so y’all are on y’all’s own. Just drop me off at the park down the street. He is meeting me there.”
I looked at her with wide eyes. Chucky smiled and started the car. Andrea directed him to the park. With a smile and a wave, I was left alone with Chucky.
After a brief discussion, we decided to pick up pizza and go back to my house to watch movies. We settled on a Freddy Krueger Marathon. When we got back to the house, I grabbed a blanket and plopped on the corner of the couch. Chucky kicked off his shoes and scooted close to me. I shared my blanket and he pulled my legs over his lap. He ran his hand up past my knee and moved up my thigh. I jumped and slapped his hand. He laughed again and said,” ok I’ll be nice.”
We caught up on stuff that happened since last saw each other. Chucky moved closer to me and I pretended not to notice. We watched the first movie and when it ended I moved to get up and change it. I realized Chucky was staring at me. “What?,” I said while I felt my face start to turn red.
He pulled me in close and kissed me. I felt a familiar tingling in my loins. I ran my hand thru his curly black hair. When I stopped to breathe, I looked deep in his brown eyes and saw a gleam that I never saw before. ” I have been waiting for that moment for so long,” he sighed and hugged me to his chest and I felt the hardening member in his shorts. “I have a confession to make,” and when he saw the confused look on my face, he continued,”I’m still a virgin, but its not like I couldn’t find a girl. I just want one girl to be my first.”
I laughed and he looked offended until I explained, “I’m a virgin too. I’m just to scared to do anything.” He kissed me again and asked,”will you let me be your first?” I couldn’t speak. I was stuck between fear and lust. Part of me was terrified of the pain that I had been warned that was sure to come my first time. The lust in me took over. I kissed him and took him into my room. When I pushed him on the bed, I stopped,”you said you just wanted one girl to be your first. Who is she?” He gave me no answer but instead, stripped off my shirt and picked me up and gently laid me on the bed.
I untied the back of my swim top then untied behind my neck. I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. Chucky lightly grasped both breasts and ran his thumb over each small pink nub. A low moan escaped my lips. He laid down beside me. I slid my skirt and bottoms off while he stripped off his trunks. Suddenly feeling self conscious, I laid between the sheets and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. He laughed softly but climbed under next to me.
He hugged me close and ran one hand thru my hair and ran his other down my thigh to pull my knee up onto his hip. I felt his long thick dick press against my leg. I wrapeed both hands around it but they didn’t touch. It was too thick and it was getting more solid by the second. I let go and ran my hands up his torso. He kissed me passionately as he scratched down my back. My breath quickened.
“I hate to spoil the mood,” he whispered, “but are you on birth control? If not, I gotta get a condom.”
“Mom put me on birth control when I started my period. She said she wanted to make sure she wasn’t a young grandma,” I replied and pulled him in for another kiss. He rolled on top of me and I felt the tip graze my shaved pink lips. He put the tip in and I inhaled sharply. He stopped and looked into my eyes,”are you sure about this?”
I nodded and said,”just go slow cuz its gonna hurt.”
He kissed me sweetly. “I would never hurt you. If you ever wanna stop just tell me.” I nodded. He slowly pressed deeper into my tight hole. His breathing changed. I began to feel the pressure against the tip of his dick. “Are you ready baby,” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded then added,”just be gentle.” His answer was confident, “always.”
He pushed thru and my eyes teared up.When his pelvis pressed against mine, he stopped. I finally let my breath out and a tear escaped from each eye. Chucky wiped them away and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he slowly started to pull out again. The intense burning subsided and as he began to slowly stroke I felt an amazing pleasure. “Oh man…this feels amazing baby. Your pussy. Its…oh man..” Chucky was suddenly inarticulate but I understood why. I felt an orgasm begin to build. He stroked faster and harder. I felt his cock swell and he spurted cum onto my cervix. Then I came. My back arched and my toes curled. He continued to stroke until I let out a contented moan. He rolled off me and got out of the bed.
I was confused and slightly hurt until he came back. He uncovered me and used the warm washcloth he brought back from the bathroom to clean my thighs and nether region. When he was finished, he threw the rag onto the floor and cuddled up to me in the bed. “I know you don’t feel the same way and that’s okay but I love you. I always have. If you think I’m crazy then I understand but this moment with you is perfect and I–”
I stopped him with a kiss,”truth is I don’t know if I love you or not but being here with you is perfect.”
I presses my face to his chest and we both fell asleep. We both jumped when we heard Andrea. “I knew y’all were gonna fuck but can you please get dressed cuz I don’t wanna see Chucky naked.” I laughed and threw a pillow at the door as she closed it behind her. We dressed and he pulled me close again for another passionate kiss. “You can sleep in my room this weekend. If you want. You don’t have to.”
He smiled and said,”I would love to. I meant what I said. I really do love you.”
“I know.”

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Double Trouble? Part IV

this is the fourth installement of this ongoing fictional account of the adventures of the world’s luckiest horny old fart. Again, this IS a work of pure fantasy…damn it!

Broken In By Uncle

During a bath, when she’s young, Daphne’s Uncle warns her that one of these days he’s going to fuck her little pussy. This story is about that day.

Videogames with Mom

This is my first story, if you like it. I might make another one. Feedback in the comments would be great! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!(: ps: sorry for any spelling errors if there are any! I looked through it once and didn’t find any but It was only a short skim through.

Incest girl – Chapter Nine

Paula was awakened out of a sound sleep to find Bob Grover leaning over her, and suddenly she doubted her good sense in choosing to go braless that evening, for her blouse was open down the front and Mr. Grover’s hand was busy squeezing and caressing her bare tits.
“What’s going on?” she asked in a drowsy voice.
“A fine baby sitter you turned out to be,” he said. “We come home and find you sound asleep here on the couch. Burglars could have walked off with the kids, the silverware, the TV, and you wouldn’t have known anything about it.”
“I’m awfully sorry, Mr. Grover,” said Paula, “but it just got so late I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.”
What Paula didn’t tell him was that when she lay down on the couch she was completely pooped. She hadn’t expected their eleven-year-old son David could wear her out like he did. But it was her fault, she shouldn’t have gone into his bedroom in the first place. The Grover’s had been gone for well over an hour when she decided to check on the kids. She found the two young ones were sleeping soundly, then she went down the hall and stopped outside David’s door.
She opened the door a crack and peeked in. He had dropped off to sleep with the bedside light on. Paula could see him clearly. He had kicked the top sheet off and he was stark naked. She slipped inside his room and quietly closed the door behind her. Looking down on him she felt an urgent need to rub her pussy, an urge that she made no effort to hold back from doing. She remembered Mrs. Grover – Melinda – saying that once the boy was asleep, nothing would wake him. Paula hoped his mother was right.
Now, after what she sensed was about three hours, she was awake again, with David’s father leaning over her, giving her a reprimand for falling asleep on the job, ignoring the fact that he had her blouse open and his hand was fondling her bare tits.
“Where… where’s Mrs. Grover?” asked Paula.
“She’s upstairs,” said Bob Grover, “in our bedroom. She had too much to drink at the party. I helped her upstairs and got her undressed, before she passed out on the bed.”
“Mr. Grover, it’s late. I have to get home.”
“Sure, baby. I’ll take you home. But we’ll have a little fun first.”
Before Paula could even protest, he had his mouth firmly settled onto hers, his tongue moving into her mouth. Paula couldn’t help responding, and her immediate thought was that this man sure knew how to kiss. His hand on her titties was not idle either, and he soon had her aroused to the point where she felt there wasn’t any need for her to hurry home after all.
Three hours later, Paula was so thoroughly worked over and exhausted she couldn’t be sure when she was asleep and when she was awake. After Bob Grover had fucked her that first time, she went right off to sleep. But she didn’t sleep long. She woke up to find him fucking her again, this time in a different position. And so it went, each time being awakened to be fucked in a different way. How many times had it been? Three? Or was it four? Paula couldn’t be sure. But that last time – that really woke her up, when she found herself on her knees and he put his cock right up her ass!
Now she was lying face down on the couch and he was on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her ass.
“You asleep, baby?”
“You’re sure a hot little piece of ass. You know that?”
“Thanks.”
“I’ve sure enjoyed fucking you.”
“I thought you did.”
“You enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”
“Sure. Couldn’t you tell?”
He laughed. “Well, it sure, seemed like it, when you sucked me off. Oh, that felt nice, having my cock in your mouth.”
“That seems like hours ago,” sighed Paula.
“It was, when we were just getting started.”
“Yes… I remember now.”
“We’re going to do a lot of this from now on, baby,” he told her. “You’re going to baby-sit for us a lot – and I’ll take you home after. You’ll find out how many ways there are to fuck in a parked car.”
“Do you know why I enjoy fucking you so much?”
“I guess you like to make it with young girls,” said Paula.
He laughed softly. “Do you know why I put my cock up your ass?”
“You have a thing for young girls’ asses?”
“Sure. Especially your luscious little ass. But it’s more than that. I figure your old man owes me.”
“Daddy? How?”
“My wife Melinda, has been his secretary for the past three years. She stays late at the office – two, three nights a week – until nine o’clock. I figured she and your father had work that had tote done. What a dumb ass I was!”
“You mean they didn’t?” asked Paula. She had no intention of letting Bob Grover know that she knew his wife and her father were making out together. That was the last thing she wanted.
“Hell, no! Each night she works late, I call for her at nine and bring her home. The other night I was early – got there at eight – so I figured I’d go on up to the office and keep her company, read a magazine or something, while I waited for her. What a surprise I got!”
“What happened?”
“I went up to your father’s office and went in. There was nobody around. The door to your father’s private office was partly open and I heard strange sounds coming from there. So I went over to the door and looked in.”
“What did you see?” asked Paula, no longer sleepy.
“I saw your father and my wife Melinda – both of them stark naked!”
“Ooohhh…” said Paula.
“Your father was standing up and Melinda was on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Damn, did she ever give, him a blow job! When she finished, she got up, went over to the couch and sat down. Your father got down between her legs and started eating her pussy. He brought her off twice, then he got her down on the couch, got on top of her and fucked her.”
“Oh!” Paula gasped. “What did you do?”
“I kept very quiet and watched,” he replied. “They were on that couch for a full half-hour. Your old man humped her twice. I figured that was the end of the show, but I was wrong. After a while, they got up from the couch and moved over to the desk. Your old man had her lean over the desk, then he grabbed her by the hips and put his cock up her ass!”
“And they never found out you were there, watching?” asked Paula.
“No. I went down to the car and waited for Melinda. At nine o’clock she came down and got into the car. She talked about her work and you’d never guess she’d just got laid.”
“I guess you were pretty mad,” said Paula.
“I was,” he said, “but now that I’m fucking you, I don’t feel so cheated. Your old man fucks my wife and I fuck his daughter.”
“Then you’re even?”
“Well… maybe not quite. That bastard of a father of yours has a three-year head start on me. I have to make up for that. You have a very beautiful mother and after I’ve fucked her and put my cock up her lovely ass, maybe I’ll feel I’m even.”
“You’re going to fuck my mother?”
“First chance I get.”
“Good luck,” said Paula.

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31Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirty One: Tootsies and Booksies
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Thirty One: Harry and Hermione’s book gets printed and an old threat returns to loom over our hero’s head.
Harry and Hermione were about to finish performing The Double-Up Ward for the photo session. They considered this ritual to be key to the different protections being offered in their book, as this particular ward increased the strength and efficiency of all the other wards placed on the house of the participants by nearly one-hundred percent. This ritual was also especially enjoyable to perform as it called for the use of three of Hermione’s favorite toys: her anal beads, ball-gag, and a leather covered paddle. These toys were tied, inserted, and whacked much to her pleasure. It also required that Harry take a double dose of virility potion because after he came in her cunny, he had to promptly remove the anal-beads and sodomize her. A task which our young hero felt was his privilege to complete.
While Harry simultaneously buggered and paddled his happily gagged girlfriend, Luna, who had retrieved the discarded anal beads, was sniffing the hard rubber toy out of intellectual curiosity while Ron wanked himself and snapped pictures of the sex ritual – fortunately, the magical camera only needed one hand to operate, allowing the red haired wizard to relieve himself without neglecting his responsibilities as photographer. A moment before Harry climaxed for the second time, another powerful orgasm hit Hermione. A touch of her drool had sprayed out of the corners of her mouth and the ball-gag as she screamed in ecstasy.
After unloading a warm, sticky and very personal present in Hermione’s naughty place, Harry unclasped and removed the ball-gag letting Hermione take in a long, shuttering breath. Luna placed the rubber toy under her arm so that she could applaud.
β€œBravo,” cheered the blonde. β€œThat was fantastic!”
β€œI can’t feel my toes,” commented Hermione, with a satisfied glow to her face and body. Of course, that glow was significantly more pronounced on her spanked bottom, but that should go without saying.
After helping Hermione stand and guiding her to a comfy chair, Harry asked his friends, β€œWhat ritual should we do next?”
β€œHow about the Degnoming Ritual?” offered Luna after she checked the list of rituals.
Harry looked at his girlfriend, who was wriggling her toes while smiling and stating β€œNope, still can’t feel them. You really did a good job, Harry,” and the wizard sighed. The fact that he had shagged a portion of his girlfriend numb would normally be a noteworthy benchmark for the young wizard. However, having numb toes would hinder the Degnoming Ritual. This meant that either they would have to wait for Hermione to recover, or let Ron and Luna be the couple to perform the ritual. This, in Harry’s opinion, didn’t bode well.
Picking up on Harry’s apprehension, Ron announced β€œDon’t worry, mate. Luna and I can do it.”
β€œAre you sure?” the black haired wizard asked dubiously. It was a very simple ritual to execute: the couple had to take the missionary, and the witch needed to have her toes spread out wide while the wizard had to bend his left knee and hold his left foot in the air throughout the ritual. Ron and Luna had already performed a few dozen of the simpler rituals that had been created for the book. Unfortunately, the married couple had performed less of a third of them correctly. Sometimes they didn’t hold the position properly or, on more than one occasion, Ron β€œmissed” his target and penetrated the wrong tender entrance on his wife. These fouled up rituals led to some very bad side-effects, including fires, toilets overflowing and flooding the loo, and windows shattering to name a few disasters.
β€œHow can we possibly muck this one up?” Ron asked rhetorically, dismissing Harry’s concerns.
Acknowledging that the Degnoming Ritual was the simplest procedure he and Hermione had created, Harry nodded his head – giving Ron the go-ahead – and took his place behind the camera. Harry shook his head in disappointment the moment Ron and Luna began making love. Ron kept kicking out his legs with each thrust, while Luna alternated between stretching out her toes and flexing them. Both of their actions utterly ruined the ritual. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Harry snapped a picture. He figured he would simply add these photos to the pile of Ron and Luna’s failed attempts.
Once the married couple had completed the botched ritual, Harry looked out one of the windows when he heard some odd grunts emanating from outside. Peering down, Harry saw scores and scores of ugly gnomes milling about the exterior of the Shrieking Shack. Instead of repelling gnomes from the house and surrounding area, the muffed ritual drew the pesky creatures toward it.
SoG SoG SoG
The sun began to set on Sunday night as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna cleaned up the Shack. This was a time consuming chore, seeing how the couples had sex scores of times all throughout the magically expanded house. Each room required several passes with cleaning charms in order to remove the ample amounts of semen and other sticky forms of residue that had accumulated during the previous three days.
While they each removed the various glamour charms and reverted to their natural appearances, Hermione asked Ron and Luna, β€œDo you want to go into Hogsmeade for something to eat?”
β€œNo, you two go ahead. Ronald and I have some excess sexual energy to burn off,” Luna informed them.
β€œHow can you have any more energy?” asked Harry. β€œWe’ve all had so much sex over the last three days that I think my penis is in a coma.”
β€œI’m beat. I’m not even going to think about sex for a week,” agreed Hermione. Knowing his girlfriend and how utterly kinky she was, Harry doubted Hermione’s statement would hold up.
β€œMy Ronald is a super-charged-love-bunny,” Luna said and she smiled happily. β€œHe can go for days and days. I’d offer for you to watch, but you’ve seen us have sex one-hundred and twenty-one times since we began photographing the many rituals for the book.”
β€œYou counted?” asked Harry in surprise.
β€œOf course I did. And Ronald gave me three hundred and twelve wonderful orgasms,” Luna returned lightly as if Harry’s question was silly. β€œI told you, my Ronald’s a super-charged-love-bunny.”
β€œWhat can I say; when you’ve got it, you’ve got it,” Ron said, his chest puffing up with pride. β€œC’mon sweetie, let’s make that three hundred and thirteen.”
β€œOh, at least,” chirped Luna.
β€œHave fun you two,” said Harry and he led Hermione out of the Shrieking Shack. The moment the door closed, they could hear Ron and Luna’s moans of pleasure.
β€œLet’s go to Madam Puddifoots,” offered Hermione over Luna’s emphatic shout of β€œOH GOD YES! RIGHT THERE!”
β€œThey serve food there?” asked Harry as he tried to ignore the loud squelching sound from behind the door.
β€œSandwiches and the like, I believe,” Hermione said and led her boyfriend away from the noisy Shack.
When they entered the teashop, Harry was struck at how dark it was inside: only a few candles were lit. Harry assumed that this was intentional; the lack of light was supposed to enhance the romantic mood of the teashop. A plump and jolly witch, obviously Madam Puddifoot herself, greeted Harry and Hermione at the door and led them to a table.
β€œI’ve never been in here before,” commented Hermione in a hushed tone. Even though there was only one other couple in the restaurant, Hermione didn’t want anyone to be disturbed by – or listen in on – their conversation.
β€œThis is my second time,” stated Harry. With a coy smile, he added playfully β€œYou’re not going to pout and whine like Cho did, are you?”
β€œI’m no hosepipe, thank you very much,” the brunette said with a chuckle.
After the waitress took their order – Harry had butterbeer and a cucumber sandwich, while Hermione ordered elf-wine and a liverwurst and lettuce sandwich – Harry’s eyes adjusted enough to take in the shop. Tiny, cheap decorations littered the teashop and the damn cherubs that had been present when he and Cho had a date there were still all over the place. Then Harry noticed the only other customers; they were sitting against the wall a few feet away, looking into each other’s eyes.
β€œCourtney? Malfoy?” he asked in surprise.
β€œWhat are you two doing here?” asked Hermione.
β€œOh, just going on a date,” informed Courtney. She had a pleasant – but naughty – smile on her lips whereas Draco looked like he was in some duress. Sweat coated his deeply furrowed brow, and his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His eyes, which were firmly fixed on the Auror in training, were half closed but they burned intensely.
β€œIs he okay?” asked Harry.
β€œOh, yeah, he’s just peachy,” announced Courtney. To prove this point, the witch bent over, took hold of the edge of the tablecloth, and flipped it up over their empty plates. Because of the darkened interior of the teashop, Harry couldn’t see the area under the table too clearly. All he could tell was that Courtney’s shoes were off and had been placed to the side. He strained his eyes in order to see what Courtney was trying to show them.
β€œHere, let me give you a hand,” offered Courtney. She pulled out her wand and pointed it under the table. β€œLumos.”
The image Harry saw when the beam of light from Courtney’s wand illuminated the space under the table both amazed and shocked him. Courtney had her bare feet in Draco’s lap. And there, in between her feet, was β€˜Draco, Jr.’ so to speak. For several seconds, Harry couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene before him. He was transfixed by the aforementioned amazing and shocking sight. Courtney worked her feet, rubbing, stroking, and massaging Draco’s hard shaft. Her toes flexed and she deftly pinched his spongy crown between her surprisingly dexterous digits. Using the arch of her left foot to hold Draco’s cock in place, Courtney dragged the ball and toes of her right down the underside of his shaft. The blond wizard rolled his head back and groaned as Courtney squeezed his manhood between her feet.
Mercifully, Harry was finally able to look away. It didn’t bother him that Courtney was giving a bloke a foot-job. What was troubling Harry was the fact that the John Thomas that Courtney was rubbing with her feet belonged to Draco. That would scare any rational person, he thought.
In order to avert his eyes from the sight, Harry fixed his gaze on Hermione. Unlike Harry, Hermione was unable to look away. Her expression was a mixture of interest, wonder, and disgust – Harry felt it was safe to assume that she felt interest and wonder over Courtney’s talented tootsies and the same level of disgust that Harry had over seeing Draco’s exposed and erect member.
β€œThat’s amazing, Courtney,” congratulated Hermione with her nose scrunched up in distaste.
β€œIt’s not too shabby, is it?” the Auror in training said with pride. β€œSome girls can tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue. I can use my toes to unzip a bloke’s trousers, pull his beef out, and wank him off. Which do you think is the more useful talent out of the two?”
Then, Draco grunted loudly and Courtney giggled girlishly. Clearly he had just blown his load and shot it all over her feet and shins.
Hermione politely applauded and stated, β€œYou are a master, Courtney.”
β€œThank you,” the witch replied and bowed her head, accepting Hermione’s praise. β€œWatch this.”
He knew he was going to regret it, but Harry couldn’t help but turn his attention back to the other couple. He watched as Courtney took hold of Draco’s softening member between her feet, she pushed the fleshy organ back into his trousers, and then she pinched his zipper between her first two toes and zipped his trousers shut.
β€œTa-da!” cheered Courtney, throwing her arms over her head triumphantly.
β€œSo I take it you two have hit it off?” asked Hermione.
Draco blushed and smiled demurely. The fact that Harry could refer to another bloke’s expression with such feminine terms frightened our hero. Did Harry subconsciously detect a touch of femininity in his school-nemesis? Harry gulped; perhaps he wasn’t out of the dreaded β€œDraco wants to bugger me” predicament as he had previously thought.
β€œNo, we’re horrible together,” Courtney playfully replied to the brunette’s question. β€œOf course we hit it off, you silly witch! Do I need to show you his spunk on my feet as evidence to prove this?”
β€œPlease don’t,” Hermione winced.
β€œWell, you two enjoy your dinner,” Courtney said and stood. She took the blond wizard’s hand and guided him out of his seat. β€œDraco and I are going to take care of his virginity problem.”
β€œCourtney,” Draco said with embarrassment.
β€œAnd just think, a few days ago you believed that Harry would be the one to pop your cherry,” Courtney returned impishly. Draco’s blush deepened. β€œOf course, that would’ve happened after you buggered him.”
At this point, Draco was such a brilliant red that he looked as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the Gobi Desert and had received a severe sunburn from the exposure. This change in complexion warned Harry that Draco was not ashamed of his failed plan to woo and seduce the black haired wizard. In fact, Harry assumed that his school-nemesis was nervous and a little embarrassed by it, but not opposed to it. Harry’s concern that Draco still held a flame for him worsened. As Draco’s face continued to glow, Harry’s turned pale.
β€œTa’,” Courtney said with a wave and she led Draco out of the tea shop. While the other couple was still within earshot, Harry could hear Courtney say affectionately to the blond wizard, β€œI’m going to conjure up a bit of silk ribbon and tie it around the base of your cock – not only to wrap it as a present to myself, but to help you from cumming too quickly.”
Harry, who was still fretting over Draco’s dubious orientation, had not noticed the naughty look in his girlfriend’s eyes. He was drawn out of his bothersome thoughts when he felt a pair of bare feet slide into his lap.
β€œErr, what are you doing?” he asked as Hermione’s feet fumbled gently on his crotch.
β€œTrying something new,” she replied. Harry recalled his earlier assumption that his kinky girlfriend had spoken too soon when she said earlier she wouldn’t even think about sex for days. The show that Courtney had given them had only encouraged Hermione and her sexually adventurous streak. After a moment of clumsy motions of attempting to grab hold of his zipper between her toes, she requested β€œOpen your trousers and pull β€˜Harry, Jr.’ out.” It appeared that Hermione was concentrating on the task at foot to use the proper term for penis and had instead used Harry’s pet nickname for his manhood.
Not being one to pass an opportunity at any form of sex, Harry willingly did as requested. Hermione held the tip of her tongue between her teeth and had one eye shut in concentration. β€˜Harry, Jr.’ was just starting to wake up – the organ was more than eager to try something new – when something horrible happened. You see, if either Harry or Hermione had asked Courtney, she would’ve possibly told them that they needed to practice a bit before jumping right into the delicate art of a foot-job. Perhaps some time spent using a banana in proxy for the real thing until Hermione got the required gentle force and dexterity down. Unfortunately, the young couple discovered first hand (or is that first foot in this case?) that without hours of trial and error performed on inanimate objects to learn the intricacies of foot-jobs, mistakes happen. The particular mistake that Hermione committed dealt with her losing control and accidentally dropping the heel of her foot on Harry’s tender and hypersensitive testicles.
When the waitress came back with the two sandwiches and drinks, she must have been quite surprised to see Hermione who had her wide, guilt-filled eyes fixed on Harry as he had his head on the table with tears of pain welling up in his eyes.
Once the waitress left, Hermione asked β€œI’m going to have to work a lot to make this up to you, aren’t I?”
β€œYes, yes you are,” Harry half groaned, half whimpered.
SoG SoG SoG
For the next two weeks, all of Hermione’s free time was entirely devoted to writing the book and serving her punishment for accidentally dropping her foot on Harry’s genitals. This retribution was paid with blowjobs while he ate breakfast, intense spanking sessions after morning lessons before lunch, anal sex in cupboards after dinner, and tittie-shagging before they fell asleep. As punishments went, Hermione thought hers were fairly enjoyable – especially the buggering and paddling.
It was decided upon by Harry and Hermione that since most of the photos of Luna and Ron showed the improper way to perform the rituals that the magical pictures of the married couple would be used in the book as warnings in a β€œDo Not Attempt the Rituals This Way” section. Each of that pair’s photos would contain alerts, notifying the reader the dangers of performing the ritual incorrectly. Such as drawing gnomes in droves or setting the house on fire.
To create the various pages of the book, Hermione used Sticking Charms to attach a photo onto a piece of parchment. She would then write lengthy directions, precautions, and a list of benefits under the photos. Even using wizarding photographs, some rituals needed multiple photos and several pages of directions, warning, and benefits. Once she was finished writing each page, she cast a special charm to turn her writing into block letters to make it look professional.
Finally, after hundreds of pages were composed and properly illustrated, Hermione set her quill down and announced proudly, β€œMy first book is finished!” This was promptly followed by the brunette witch growling like a hungry puma and pouncing on Harry before shagging his brains out.
β€œCALL ME AN AUTHOR AND SLAP MY BOTTOM!” she cried out as she pounded herself on Harry’s lap, forcibly driving β€˜Harry, Jr.’ into her sex.
SoG SoG SoG
β€œLuna, have you talked to your father about printing our book yet?” Hermione asked during lunch the next day.
β€œYes, he informed me through a post I received yesterday that he’s made the necessary changes to switch the printer so that it can print and bind books,” the blonde said with a dreamy smile. β€œWe can start this weekend.”
β€œThat will be fabulous,” Hermione said. Her voice was a touch husky with a hint of lust.
β€œWe still have to settle on a name then shouldn’t we?” asked Harry. β€œWe can’t print a book without a title.”
β€œI know,” Ron stated. β€œHow about β€˜Ron Weasley and the -”
β€œNo, Ron!” Hermione said, cutting him off irritably. β€œWe’ve been through this already.”
β€œMate,” Harry began, β€œyou have to remember the book is not about you. It’s never been about you. I don’t know why you or anyone would think that the book focuses on you.”
β€œIf anyone should have their name before the title, it should be Harry’s,” Hermione continued. β€œIt was because his love power base that we stumbled upon the original book. And he’s the one who came up with the plan to write a new one to help the people of wizarding Britain. So if the book’s title was going to contain anyone’s name, it would read β€˜Harry Potter and the…’. Definitely not β€˜Ron Weasley and the…’”
β€œThey’re right, Ronald,” Luna added, soothing her husband before he could retort with one of his illogical and baseless arguments. β€œAnyway, we were using disguises and aliases. So even if this was an alternate reality where the book inexplicably ended up focusing on you, it could never be a story about β€˜Ron Weasley’.”
β€œI think we should use the title Harry suggested but with a minor change,” speculated Hermione. β€œI think we should call it β€˜Books of Love Magic: Volume One’.”
β€œWait – β€˜Volume One’? Do you mean you plan on writing more?” asked Harry. The dark and lustful look in Hermione’s eyes told him her answer as well as informing him that they would be devising and practicing new rituals for the next book within a few hours.
β€œHow do we plan on selling it?” asked Luna.
β€œWell, Alicia works at Franklin’s of Cardiff, so we can probably sell it there,” offered Harry, slightly distracted by the lusty look in his girlfriend’s eyes – which were growing darker and darker with want and desire by the second. So much so that Harry had to reassess his estimated time. Judging by the look his lover was giving him, he assumed that the moment they stepped out of the Great Hall, Hermione would drag Harry to a nearby broom cupboard. The notion of being a published author was making Hermione so randy that Harry reckoned that his lover must have been practically dripping by that point. Of course, the mere idea of his lover being so turned on caused Harry to become aroused himself.
β€œAnd we should have Fred and George market it,” Ron added, clearly happy to add something useful to promote the plan, for a change. β€œAfter all, they do a bang up job promoting the joke shop. I think they’d do wonders for the book.”
β€œThat would be great,” Harry agreed. β€œAfter we stop by Luna’s dad’s, we’ll head over to the twins’ shop and talk to them about it.”
β€œThis will be wonderful!” cheered Luna. β€œAs to which one of us should get top billing so to speak, I think since Hermione has done all of the work, her nom de plume should get be first, with our names listed as her co-contributors at best.”
Bolstered by Luna’s declaration making her the main author, Hermione dropped all pretenses and snaked her hand into Harry’s trousers. After his lover gave β€˜Harry, Jr.’ a squeeze and a stroke, Harry decided to copy Hermione’s actions and he slid his hand up her skirt, pushed his fingers under her knickers, and wriggled into her moist folds. After all, Harry prided himself on fair-play and being a gentleman. And if he didn’t slide two fingers deep into her already hot, wet, and quivering sex while she wanked him off, it would be rude and inconsiderate of him.
β€œYou two are so deliciously kinky!” cheered Luna, knowing full well what Harry and Hermione were doing in the middle of the crowded Great Hall. β€œJust like Stripped-Kildrickles during mating session!”
β€œLuna, would you mind casting a Silencing Charm on Hermione?” requested Harry as his lover closed her eyes in near ecstasy. β€œYou know how much of a screamer she is.”
β€œOh, poo,” bemoaned Luna with an exaggerated pout. β€œHermione’s boisterous cries of passion are very entertaining. Not hearing her scream out β€˜Sweet Baby Maeve’ every so often would be a dreadful disappointment for me.”
β€œWe’ll make it up to you later,” Hermione groaned out.
β€œI want arse-to-mouth,” demanded the blonde dreamily. β€œThat’s how you can make it up to me. I get to watch Harry bugger you, Hermione, then he has to cum in your mouth and you must swallow like the dirty witch you are.”
β€œLuna!” Harry said in shock and scandal.
β€œβ€Fine, just have a mouth-cleansing charm ready for me afterwards,” Hermione said. Clearly she was not shocked or scandalized in the slightest over this demand. In fact, her eyes darkened even more. Obviously, Hermione was keen to try this new and naughty activity. Harry eyed his girlfriend appreciatively: would there ever be a time where he wouldn’t be amazed at just how kinky Hermione could be?
Having gotten her way, Luna giggled triumphantly before twirling her wand and casting the Silencing Charm on Harry and Hermione. The timing of this charm was impeccable, for Hermione cried out a mere second after it was cast. Judging by how much she flowed into his hand, Harry guessed that her scream would’ve echoed off the walls.
If the charm was not in place, Harry knew that loud squelching sounds would be emanating from Hermione. Her honey dripped off of his fingers as he continued to pump and rub away. Of course, Harry was not one to point fingers – even if those fingers weren’t busy stimulating his lover. He, too, was making wet squelching sounds. Thanks to his girlfriend’s firm and loving touch, sizable amounts of pre-cum dripped out of β€˜Harry, Jr.’s eye.
While he stimulated Hermione and she him, Harry scanned his fellow students gathered in the Great Hall. Once in a while, someone would look in Harry and Hermione’s direction. Thankfully, these people seemed not to notice what the couple was doing despite their bright red and sweat covered faces. Everyone was too caught up in their own dealings to have noticed the impromptu hand-job session occurring at the Gryffindor table.
Luna had her elbows on the table and chin perched on her hands and she watched Harry and Hermione happily. There was a joyous twinkle in her eyes and a pleased grin on her face. It was clear that Luna had openly embraced her new voyeur leanings. When Hermione’s second climax struck, the blonde witch complimented Harry at his task; β€œHarry, you’re doing a splendid job.”
Obviously, both Ron and Luna were enjoying the show. However, whereas Luna was merrily content to watch, Ron looked as if he was having difficulty not masturbating himself right there and then. The wizard’s hands kept clenching into fists while beads of sweat blossomed all over his face.
Noticing her husband’s discomfort, Luna said in a soothing voice, β€œThat erection of yours must be terribly uncomfortable, dear. Your penis is confined in your trousers, all scrunched up, throbbing away, and begging for release. I, too, am aching just watching. But since you and I aren’t as adventurous as Harry and Hermione, we can’t take care of our urges here in public. Once they finish, I’ll take you to a cupboard and we’ll fix our problems.”
Finally, Harry shot his load down his trouser leg. Being the naughty witch that she was, Hermione made a show of licking her fingers.
Harry was about to make a comment regarding how lucky he was to have Hermione as a lover when he noticed something he had not seen before. From his seat at the Slytherin table, Draco had his grey eyes firmly locked on Harry. The blond wizard had a coy, impish smile while he winked theatrically at Harry.
β€œUm, we have to talk to Courtney and see how things went with Malfoy,” Harry gulped.
β€œYou just got wanked by your girlfriend and the first thought you have is about Malfoy?” Ron asked snidely. β€œYou can’t be that interested in that git’s love life, can you?”
β€œIf it will save me from being buggered, then yes, I am interested.”
SoG SoG SoG
After explaining that they were leaving the castle for an important, yet ambiguous, errand, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron used McGonagall’s fireplace to floo-travel to the Lovegood home.
Taking Luna’s odd intricacies into account, Harry was expecting that the Lovegood home would be unique to say the least and attempted to prepare himself for this. Despite this preparation, what Harry saw while picking himself off the floor after he gracelessly tumbled out of the floo shocked him.
Doilies.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of round lace and linen doilies of every size and design littered the house. There were doilies carefully placed under each foot of every piece of furniture. Instead of throw pillows, frilly doilies lovingly graced the squashy chairs and couch. Dozen were placed on top of books as dust covers and some small doilies were placed in several books as page-markers. Scores were hung from the walls like fine pieces of art. Some of the larger cloth circles were placed strategically like stepping stones on the floor to guide guest to the kitchen and loo.
β€œDaddy has a penchant for doilies. He’s collected quite a number of them,” informed Luna conversationally as if everyone had such a peculiar hobby.
β€œI… I can see that,” Harry said in wide-eyed wonder.
A wizard with a touch of grey in his blond hair came bounding out of the hallway. The wizard, obviously Luna’s father appeared perfectly normal and sane. But the doily that he wore at a jaunty angle on top of his head in lieu of a hat shattered this appearance.
β€œLuna, my darling daughter!” he greeted the blonde witch with an affectionate hug.
β€œHello, Daddy!” she returned and kissed his cheek.
β€œNow, dear, I’ve made the necessary adjustments to the printer so that it will make books instead of my highly informative and entertaining newspaper,” stated Mr. Lovegood. β€œBut I can’t stay around and help you out. There’s a wonderful doily convention in Berlin that I simply must attend. They’ll be displaying the new Smithenhoff pattern today and I can’t miss that!”
β€œDon’t worry, Daddy, I’ll handle everything,” Luna said cheerfully.
β€œBrilliant! Well, then, I’m off!” Mr. Lovegood said before dashing to the fireplace. He threw a pinch of floo into the flames and shouted β€œThe Berlin Convention Centre!” before disappearing.
β€œThe printer is this way,” stated Luna, leading the others down into the house’s cellar. Of course, the steps leading down to the cellar were covered with doilies, much like the rest of the house.
A massive contraption made out of wood, iron, and rock with steam-pipes, bells, knobs, dials, and leavers dominated the cellar. On one end of the device was a small drawer and the opposite side had a hole that opened onto a conveyor belt.
β€œIt’s fairly simple to operate; you put the source material into this drawer,” said Luna, pointing to the drawer. β€œThen the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will copy, print, and bind the material. The finished product will come out on the conveyor belt.
β€œIs the book ready? Everything is in order the way you want it?” Luna asked Hermione.
β€œYes,” Hermione replied. The brunette witch pulled the large, neat, and orderly stack of parchment that she had worked so tirelessly on out of her bag and handed it to Luna. β€œBut I haven’t made a book cover yet.”
β€œOh that’s simple; the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will make one for us,” the blonde replied and took the stack of parchment from Hermione and set it in the drawer. She turned back to Hermione and asked, β€œHow does a nice faux-leather cover dyed light red sound to you?”
β€œThat would be lovely,” Hermione answered with a smile.
Luna pulled out her wand and tapped the machine several times in a seemingly random pattern for several seconds. Then the machine began to make a groaning noise that reminded Harry of the sounds that would emanate from Dudley’s stomach when the obese boy had not eaten his weight in bacon for a period of longer than four hours. The drawer closed on its own and the groaning grew louder and louder. The machine began to vibrate and shake violently. In a matter of moments, the machine made a loud, wet, belching sound and a large red book dropped out of the opening and landed on the conveyor belt.
With a noticeable tremble in her hands, Hermione carefully picked up the freshly printed book. Lovingly, she caressed its face which bore in elegant, gold lettering; β€œBooks of Love Magic, Volume One by Mona Puckle with Tim Hunter, Neil Gaiman, and Perky Weatherby.” With her eyes shimmering, she looked at Harry and euphorically announced, β€œI’m an author!”
Directly after this proclamation, Hermione had an orgasm so powerful that her knees gave way. Hermione loved books so much that holding one that she actually wrote was enough to send her to the heights of physical rapture. The machine belched again and another book was deposited on the conveyor belt. And Hermione groaned even louder. Harry watched intently as his lover moaned and trembled while clutching the book to her breast. And needless to say, β€˜Harry, Jr.’ was urgently suggesting that they should go over there, pull Hermione’s knickers down, and help with her orgasms. This seemed like a novel idea to Harry; after all, he was Hermione’s boyfriend and it was his right as such to participate and share in her orgasms.
When the fourth book was printed – corresponding with Hermione’s fourth orgasm – Luna advised, β€œPerhaps we should take Hermione out of here? It seems that she’s having a climax every time a book is printed. Not that I don’t enjoy watching her ecstasy – which I truly do – but I think that Hermione may be in danger of dying of dehydration. This is a likely outcome since we’re going to print eight hundred copies in this initial run.” Luna’s stating of the projected number of copies triggered yet another body jarring climax for Hermione.
After scooping her up in his arms, Harry carried Hermione out of the cellar. While they walked up the stairs, Hermione continuously shivered and muttered, β€œI’m an author! – OH! – I’m an author! – OH!”
SoG SoG SoG
Once Hermione recovered – which included a quick yet completely shattering shag where she had clutched her book to her bosom and had wrapped her legs around Harry as he pounded away at her and the brunette shouted β€œI’M AN AUTHOR!” continuously, then a shower – the two couples made their way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Instead of the standard bell chiming when the door open, a loud, obnoxious, pants-staining fart sounded as the four friends walked into the shop.
Much like every other store in Diagon Alley, the twins’ shop was devoid of customers. The threat of Voldemort and his minions had scared everyone into hiding in their homes.
Obviously drawn to the sound of the unique door β€œchime,” Fred came strolling around the corner.
β€œWelcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” he greeted the two couples.
β€œFred, why are you wearing a blindfold?” asked Harry curiously.
β€œAh, it’s you, Harry,” stated Fred without removing his blindfold. β€œAre there any witches of… ahem, advanced age with you?”
β€œNo.”
β€œAre you sure?”
β€œIt’s just me, Hermione, Ron, and Luna,” Harry informed.
β€œBrilliant! George, it’s safe to come out!” Fred called out while tugging off his blindfold. He blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the light.
β€œWhat’s with you two?” demanded Ron.
β€œIt’s bloody Remus,” Fred began hotly as his twin took his place at his side.
β€œHe pranked us back at Ginny’s birthday,” added George with an equal amount of anger to his voice.
β€œEver since then, we’ve been forced to see through old witches’ clothing.”
β€œDo you have any idea of how much tits sag on a ninety year-old witch?” asked Fred.
β€œWe do regrettably,” answered George, and both twins shivered in disgust.
Harry and Hermione shared a guilty look. It appeared that the little prank they pulled on Fred and George months ago was still in effect. Perhaps Harry’s power-boost had an unforeseen result, extending the length of the short-term spell.
β€œAnd the worst part is that Remus claims he had nothing to do with it,” continued Fred.
β€œYeah, says he couldn’t have done it cause he wasn’t even there that night,” George stated.
β€œBut we know he’s a Marauder. Little things like that wouldn’t stop him from pulling a prank.”
β€œSo you two answer the door to your shop with blindfolds on, just in case your customer is an old witch?” asked Luna.
β€œIt’s a necessary precaution in order not to see drooping and sagging bits and pieces,” answered George sagely.
An idea popped up in Harry’s head. He gave Hermione a look that told her to play along. But this look also asked Hermione to remain silent because Harry was about to lie. And since his lover was such a horrible liar, he knew that if she tried to help Harry, she’d give everything away and ruin his plan. The black haired wizard turned back to the twins and offered, β€œWhat if we convinced Remus to lift the curse?”
β€œThat would be bloody fantastic!” cheered Fred.
β€œToo right, we’d owe you so much if you could do that,” George said.
β€œThat’s great because we need a favor from you two,” stated Harry.
β€œIf you got Remus to end this horrific and penis-shriveling prank, I’ll convince Fred to go down on you,” offered George. To which Fred nodded his head enthusiastically. Clearly, the continual shock of seeing every elderly witch naked had taken its toll on the twins; they were willing to do anything in order for it to end.
β€œWell, instead of sickening sexual favors, how about you two just promote a book for me?” Harry asked.
β€œWhat kind of a book?” one of the twins asked.
β€œA book on sex magic,” answered Harry as he handed Fred one of the copies.
Fred thumbed through the book with George looking over his shoulder. β€œMerlin, we heard about the Pensieves you two passed around Hogwarts, but we didn’t realize that you had grown so bloody kinky,” said George as he eyed one of the many photos in the book.
β€œThat’s not us,” objected Hermione. β€œThey’re friends of ours. You wouldn’t know them.”
As stated previously, Hermione was a poor liar. One might easily argue that the witch was a pathetic fibber. Her voice, which was warbling noticeably, was much higher than normal and her face burned a bright red as she denied George’s assumptions. Of course, this only served to confirm said assumption.
β€œCor, Hermione, you’re a nimble minx,” commented Fred after turning another page.
β€œI swear this will help us get over the trauma of seeing naked decrepit witches,” added George while looking at one of the pictures with wide, impressed eyes.
β€œSWEET BUGGERING MORGAN LA FEY!” exclaimed Fred after he turned further into the book. β€œIt’s always the smart witches, isn’t it?”
With a proud smile on his lips and in his eyes, George walked to Harry and hugged him. George said with naked pride, β€œHang on to her, my boy. Don’t let her go.”
β€œGetting back to the matter at hand,” Hermione interrupted. Fred turned the book on its edge so that he could get a better angle on one of the photos. β€œAny suggestions as to how you two can promote this book?”
β€œOh, we have some – SHE SWALLOWS?” cried out Fred. Once again, George pulled Harry into a tight embrace and spoke softly and earnestly, β€œDo not ever let her go. Every bloke should cherish a bird that does anal and swallows.”
β€œHey, so does Luna!” Ron offered, clearly hoping to earn some of his brothers’ praise.
β€œShe does?” George asked in awe.
β€œWhere the hell do you two find such magnificently adventurous and open minded witches?” Fred asked Ron and Harry. β€œAnd can you find a set for George and me?”
β€œThe last time we asked a bird if we could bugger her, she slapped us in the face and we never heard from her again,” explained George.
β€œWait, β€˜we’ and β€˜us’?” Harry asked. β€œDon’t tell me both of you were asking the same girl at the same time?”
β€œWhy not?”
β€œWe’re twins.”
β€œWe do everything together.”
β€œEven the same witch.”
β€œYeah, they’ve got three holes after all and there are two of us.”
β€œPlenty of entry points, if you ask us.”
β€œCourse we’ve only had access to two of those holes and, unlike Harry and our dear brother, have been denied the third, and most prized, hole.”
β€œHow are you going to promote it?” interrupted Hermione, hoping not to hear any more on how much the twins shared.
β€œWe’ll think of something,” replied the twins in unison.
β€œWhere do you plan on selling this?” asked Fred. β€œIt’s not like Flourish and Blotts will carry this.”
β€œWe were thinking about Franklin’s of Cardiff,” answered Harry. β€œAlicia works there.”
β€œSpeaking of which, we better head over there and see if she’ll even sell the book before you two start making plans on how to hype it,” Hermione said to the twins.
β€œOh, don’t worry. We won’t be thinking of any plans today,” George said.
β€œYeah, we’ll be wanking like mad over this book for the next few hours or so,” added Fred.
β€œHey, you do realize that one of the blokes in those pictures is me, right?” Ron asked, shaken over the notion that his brothers were planning on pleasuring themselves over photos that depicted him.
β€œDon’t worry, dear brother,” assured Fred. β€œWe won’t wank while looking at you.”
β€œWe will, however, gladly and unreservedly wank while ogling your wife,” offered George.
β€œShe’s got wonderful knockers,” complimented Fred.
β€œEpic, they are,” added George.
β€œWhy, that’s so sweet,” Luna said sincerely while blushing at Fred and George’s crude compliments. β€œI’d pop open my blouse and give you a live viewing of them out of appreciation of your kind words. But as you’re Ronald’s brothers, that’d be inappropriate to do.”
Before the twins could voice a protest, Harry asked the top-heavy blonde, β€œIf you don’t mind, could I take a gander?”
β€œOf course I don’t mind, Harry. Don’t even hesitate to ask,” Luna said with a genuine smile. β€œOnce we’re out of view of the twins, I’ll open my blouse and you can look to your heart’s content.”
β€œWait a tick, Harry and Ron are best friends,” Fred began to argue.
β€œThey’re practically brothers,” continued George.
β€œAnd we need to see a set of young breasts…”
β€œ… especially after being forced to see ancient witches’ sagging tits for months.”
β€œI’m sorry to say there’s a whole world of difference between β€˜like a brother’ and β€˜is a brother’,” Luna pointed out, denying the twins’ request yet again.
β€œI say you show β€˜em,” offered Ron. β€œJust so they can see just what I get to play with every night.”
β€œAnd every morning,” corrected Luna, β€œas well as most afternoons. But since you’ve given me permission to expose myself to your brothers, I’ll gladly do it. After all, I do so love letting my breasts out in the open air.”
β€œPrepare to be amazed,” Harry told the twins.
Luna presented her covered chest to Fred and George and theatrically threw her blouse open. The twins’ eyes bounced in time with Luna’s own β€œtwins” as her giant orbs sprang free.
β€œOh, those are…” Fred muttered.
β€œSpectacular,” stated George.
β€œNow remember, look but don’t touch,” Ron warned. β€œAs her husband, I’m the only one who can touch her titties.”
β€œBesides me that is,” announce Hermione, as she stepped up behind Luna. The brunette wrapped her arms around Luna’s sizable chest and playfully pinched both of her large nipples for everyone to see. This action caused Luna to giggle, which in turn caused her to jiggle.
The twins and Ron’s faces went white as sheets as every ounce of blood raced to their respective organs to reinforce their rapidly growing erections caused by the sight of one witch playing with another’s boobs. Harry knew this was happening to the Weasley brothers because the exact same thing was happening to him.
β€œUm, okay, we’ll get started on ideas to promote your book,” George said in a very small voice.
β€œThat is after we’ve wanked ourselves raw,” Fred, whose voice was equally small, adjusted.
β€œThat goes without saying,” concluded his twin.
β€œWhile you two are doing that, we’ll take our witches into a dark alley and have them take care of our erections,” teased Harry.
β€œRub it in, why don’t you,” Fred said with a touch of envy.
β€œThat’s a wonderful idea!” cheered Hermione. β€œI’ll have Harry cum on my bottom and he can rub it in.”
The twins were about to make a witty retort, but another of Hermione’s frolicsome pinches of Luna’s nipples took their breath away.
β€œEnjoy masturbating,” teased Harry as he led his lover and their friends out of the shop.
β€œWe will,” replied Fred and George.
SoG SoG SoG
At Franklin’s of Cardiff, Harry told Alicia about the book while Hermione, Luna, and Ron browsed the toy section of the sex shop. Every once in a while, Harry could hear Hermione giggle excitedly – presumably she would do this over some new sex toy or product.
β€œYou two are certainly kinky aren’t you?” Alicia asked while scanning through the book.
Realizing that denying the truth would be pointless, Harry forged ahead and asked, β€œDo you think you could sell the book here?”
β€œSure, little good it will do,” she replied. β€œI haven’t had a customer in days. And the last one only bought a pair of discounted knickers and nothing else. Most days, it doesn’t pay to even open the doors.”
β€œWe’ve got Fred and George on marketing,” informed Harry. β€œHopefully they’ll be able to raise interest.”
β€œThat should be interesting. Knowing those two, it should be something big and spectacular,” Alicia commented. The witch paused on one page in particular and her eyes bulged. She held it up so Harry could see the picture, and asked, β€œDidn’t this hurt?”
β€œYou have to stretch up a bit before you try it. There are a few exercises in the first chapter so that you and your boyfriend can do it without hurting yourselves,” Harry informed, not bothered in the slightest about giving hints on sexual positions to his former Quidditch teammate.
Hermione finally came running up to the counter and deposited an armful of toys and gadgets.
β€œLooks like you’re going to be busy tonight, Harry,” Alicia commented as she tallied up all of Hermione’s toys. The witch paused and held up a rubber plug and announced β€œFrom what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen in this book, I’m positive you’ll like this one.”
After Harry paid for Hermione’s toys, Alicia sniffed the air and asked β€œWhy do you lot smell of sex?”
β€œThat’s because Ronald and I, as well as Harry and Hermione, had sex in the alley just before we came in,” explained Luna. β€œHarry came on Hermione’s bottom.”
β€œAh, that’s why the odor is so potent,” Alicia said with a smile.
SoG SoG SoG
After stopping in their chambers, where Harry stuffed one of Hermione’s new toys – a ribbed, pink, bum-plug – up her bottom, the young couple made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. As they walked… well, as Harry walked and Hermione limped – he proudly commented, β€œYou are such a kinky girl.”
β€œAnd you love it,” Hermione said with a smile.
β€œOh God, yes.”
β€œThen you better heed the twins’ suggestion: β€˜Never let me go,’” she said with no shame as the plug wriggled in her bottom with each step.
β€œOh, I’ll never let that happen,” Harry said and placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Jokingly, he added, β€œIt would be downright stupid of me to let a girl who likes to swallow leave.”
β€œAnd don’t forget buggering,” offered a familiar voice. Courtney strolled around the corner and clarified, β€œNever let a girl go who likes to get bum-shagged. They’re definitely a keeper.”
β€œVery true,” Hermione said with a nod.
β€œSpeaking of buggery; is that why you’re walking with a limp?” Courtney asked as she fell in step with the teen lovers. β€œDid Harry roger you so hard that he hobbled you?”
β€œNo, as a matter of fact, I have a rather large and exceedingly pleasant plug up my bottom,” Hermione answered. Brazenly, the brunette added; β€œAlthough, after supper, Harry’s going to spank me silly, pop the plug out, and then shag me so hard that I’ll be limping even without the plug.”
β€œBoth of you are so wildly naughty,” Courtney congratulated. β€œEven if Draco and I had sex in every cupboard in the castle – which we’re trying to do before term is up, it’s important to set goals – we’ll never reach the lofty heights you two have set.”
Harry stopped walking and asked in a serious, but nervous tone, β€œAh, Courtney, about Draco. He’s still giving me the β€˜eye.’”
β€œOh, that,” Courtney said with a cute blush to her cheeks. β€œI wasn’t completely correct when I said Draco wasn’t a poofter. After some β€˜probing,’” she said the word knowingly, β€œI’ve changed my assessment – Draco’s mostly not-gay. I’d say he’s about twenty to thirty percent light in the loafers. This makes him mostly straight, I’m more than happy to say.”
Harry gulped fearful over the notion that Malfoy was gay – even if it was only twenty or thirty percent.
β€œHow did you come to that conclusion?” Hermione asked. She, too, was fearful over this development. Of course she wasn’t as worried as Harry. But then again, she wasn’t the one Malfoy wanted to bugger.
β€œWell, have you ever heard of pegging?” the Auror in training asked.
β€œNo,” Harry and Hermione both replied.
β€œWell, then, I can’t tell you what it is, because it’ll probably give Hermione some ideas,” Courtney informed. She explained β€œBut, pegging doesn’t make a bloke gay, necessarily. However, the words and phrases of encouragement that Draco was saying – or rather shouting at the top of his lungs – kind of told me he still craves some stiff man-meat. A rather specific man’s meat, if you follow my meaning. If you don’t, I’m referring to Harry’s meat.”
Again, Harry gulped. This time, he swallowed a mouthful of hot bile that had been threatening to escape.
β€œDon’t worry, sugar,” Courtney said comfortingly. β€œI’m just the girl to keep him from trying to hump you.” She patted Harry on the shoulder and said cheerfully; β€œSpeaking of which – I’m off to go shag my blond-boy-toy! There’s a bunch of cupboards on the third floor we haven’t fucked in yet!”
With a happy trot, Courtney left Harry and Hermione to go fetch Draco.
β€œI think I lost my appetite,” announced Hermione who had a green tinge to her face.
Harry, who assumed that his complexion was a shade that would of put Hermione’s green tinge to shame, just nodded his head in agreement. As a pair, the two turned and headed back to their chambers in silence. Harry was so lost in thoughts of Draco still pining away for him that he had forgotten about Hermione’s bum-plug and subsequent plan of spankings and shag.
However, Harry’s fears over the threat of Draco were chased from his head when he and Hermione entered their chambers to find a brilliant, silver doe waiting for them.
To Be Continued

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Moms got cum all over her

Moms got cum all over her
Tuesday morning started off like any other Tuesday for Gail and her son Terry. Terry was your average sixteen year old boy who was always attempting to cop a feel of his mother’s ample breasts or butt.
She had been divorced for almost twelve years and frankly any mans attentions was welcome. Gail was 38 years old; she had shoulder length dirty blond hair. Over the years she had put on a few extra pounds from the original 120lbs she started at, as her friends joked with her the extra twenty pounds was all in her tits. At 5’1” with a set of 40ddd she had no trouble turned heads.
Terry was short, 5’4” about 160lbs with an average build. He did how ever have raging hormones and constantly would steal a pair of his mother’s panties and jack off several times in them before putting them in the laundry.
Terry left for school and Gail went to do a load of laundry, as she separated the dirty clothes she noticed two pairs of her panties were stuck together. After inspecting them she realized they were covered with cum, her sons cum. She smelled the panties the odor of cum was intoxicating to her. Her tongue darted out she gently licked the cum deposit in her panties. Her pussy was getting wetter as she continued to lick the cum stain. She thought how wonderful it would be to get fresh cum directly out of his cock instead of waiting for it to get cold.
She had always loved the taste of cum, more so when it was warm the fact she hadn’t had any in almost 12 years was clouding her judgment today. She sat in the kitchen thinking this afternoon she would just go to Terry room when he got home from school ask him if he’d like a blow job. No sixteen year old boy would refuse a request from their mom of that nature. She shook her head and realized what she was thinking with her pussy, I’ve got to get to work cleaning this house and stop thinking about this went through her mind.
For the next few hours she tried to occupy herself with chores but her mind kept drifting back to the cum stained panties.
At 1:30 she heard the back door; Terry had apparently taken the early bus home and brought his friend Carl. As she entered the kitchen they were seated at the kitchen table with pie and soda. β€œHi mom,” she smiled β€œHi guys do you need anything else?” Carl’s eyes were fixed on her tits while Terry was staring at her crotch. β€œNo thanks moms were good for now, after we eat were going to my room to work on our project for school.” She stayed in the kitchen making small talk; she would shake her tits every time Carl or Terry would fix their eyes on them. Finally they finished and headed to Terries room.
After cleaning the kitchen she headed upstairs to shower and relax a bit before she was too start dinner. After her shower she walked into her room, she paused at her dresser, she opened her third draw which container her sexiest underwear. She selected a yellow French cut lace panties and matching pushup bra. Now for a pair of tight jeans a peasant blouse with the first three buttons open. She looked at herself with a wicked smile, I should be able to give them both raging hardons in this, went through her mind.
She headed down the hall, as she past Terries room she heard muffled talking. She past his room and entered the spare bedroom next to his room. The closet in that room was directly behind his computer desk so she could hear their entire conversation.
She heard Terry and Carl talking about someone named Caroline, she was a MILF. They were both discussing how she had sex with them both last week. Terry told Carl β€œI came six times and all six times were in her,” Carl laughed β€œyeah man she really enjoys cum I’m just the guy to give it to her too.” They talked about her cock sucking ability, then what she heard next both shocked and excited her. β€œTerry I’d sure like to give your mom five or six spurts my nut cream specials.” Terry responded β€œonly if I can have sloppy seconds and the first ass fucking.” Gail felt flushed, excited and shocked that her son and his friend wanted to have sex with her. β€œHey Terry does she have a bush?”
β€œI’m not sure she keeps covered up most of the time.”
β€œMan I love creaming in a pussy covered with bush.” Suddenly she realized her pussy was very moist, her nipples were hard, she was totally excited at the prospect of getting fresh cum. She backed out of the room and headed for the kitchen flushed with sexual excitement.
In the kitchen she made herself Vodka on the rocks and drank it down in two gulps, she poured another, my god I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter, now what about dinner. She called up to Terry, β€œhoney is Carl staying for dinner?” There was no answer as she was about to yell again she heard Terry in at the top of the stares. β€œMom can Carl stay over for the rest of the week?” It was a strange request; she looked at him and asked β€œsure but why?”
β€œHis mom and dad are having trouble at home this way he’s not in the middle of their fighting, we’ve already told them he can stay and they’re fine with it if it’s ok with you?” She thought about it for a minute then said β€œsure he can stay; we’ll have pizza tonight ok?”
In the kitchen she sat thinking now I’ll have two horny boys in the house for a whole week, wow! She poured herself her third drink and call for the food. Twenty minutes later the food arrived they were in the kitchen eating. Gail was feeling a bit woozy after her third vodka. Terry looked at his mother β€˜you ok mom?”
β€œYes darling just a bit tired.” The two boys looked at each other then Terry asked, β€œmom do you think we could have a beer?” Without thinking she blurred out β€œsure honey please make me another vodka on the rocks.” They all sat in the den talking about school and what the boys were doing. Terry got up three times he got beer for him and Carl and Gail had another vodka.
Gail looked at her watch, it was 7:45 she was very mellow from the vodka and super horny from hearing their conversation. She realized her blouse was still open to the third button which left the top of her ample bosom exposed. She knew the boys were now openly staring at her tits. Well it’s about time I have some fun with them she thought.
β€œTerry today at the market as I walked past two stock clerks I heard one say to the other I’d really like to bust a nut or two or three in her. What were they talking about?” Terry and Carl sat their staring at her with their mouths open. β€œTerry, Carl do you know what they were talking about?” Finally Carl responded β€œMrs. A they were being rude don’t pay any attention.” She smiled at Carl, β€œCarl when were here in the house alone will you please call me Gail?” Carl looked at Terry β€œsure thing Gail.”
β€œNow guys what exactly is busting a nut? Is it something good or fun?” Both boys exchanged glances finally Terry spoke. β€œYes mom it’s a good thing it’s a lot of fun for sure.” Now Gail gave him a look β€œbut what exactly is it?” Now Terry shot Carl a look, they nodded to each other, β€œMom when two people are have sex and the girl tells the guy to bust his nut she’s telling him to cum in her mouth, ass or pussy.”
β€œOh wow, so that’s a good thing after all.” Both boys sat their smiling at her.
β€œOK but three nuts isn’t that a lot of cum?” Now Carl joined in, β€œheck no Gail I can usually bust five or six good size loads a day. If I haven’t jerked off in a couple of days I can cum seven or eight times, the first couple of loads are very full sized.” Terry jumped in β€œyeah man, remember Caroline’s pussy after she got our first two nuts in her.” Both boys high fived each other and looked at Gail.
Gail sat in silence for a couple of moments her pussy was wet and she was super horny, so she pressed on. β€œWho is Caroline a girl at school?” They exchanged glance, β€œnot exactly mom she is the lady around the corner that Carl does her lawn.”
β€œTerry she’s my age.”
β€œThat’s right mom, both Carl and I love older women they are so much better then the girls at school. They know exactly what they want and are happy to tell you.” Now Gail was sexually supercharged, they liked older women, β€œI have a few questions for you two.” Both boys exchanged glances, Carl spoke β€œoh Gail what?” She took a deep breath, β€œfirst have you jerked off today? Second when was the last time you did jerk off? Third, how many nuts did you bust in Caroline and where did you put them, and lastly am I as sexy as she is?”
Carl smiled, β€œok first neither of us has jerked off today. I haven’t cum in four days. Between both of us she received 12 nuts she got four in her pussy four in her ass and she swallowed four loads down her throat, and lastly you are was hotter then her. You are a super hot MILF.” Gail rose up on shaky legs, β€œgentleman I’m going upstairs, please shut off the TV, lights and lock the doors.”
Once in her bedroom she sat on the bed thinking, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity to get sex on a regular basis with no strings. It is my son and his friend but young men have staying power if their telling the truth they probably cum in quarts. She stripped off her blouse and jeans, the sexy bra and panties looked great on her. There was a sizable wet spot in her panties but so what. She made up her mind. She listened at her door as she heard them come up and go into his bedroom. Once the door closed she put on six inch yellow heels and headed for the bedroom door. She knocked twice and then just walked in. β€œHi guys what do you think of the outfit?” Both boys took several pictures before she could say anything; she shrugged and gave them a couple of sexy poses. β€œGail how big are your tits?” asked Carl β€œWell baby their 40 triple d do you like the way they look?”
β€œI’d like them a whole lot better if they were bouncing freely.”
β€œReally well then let’s get the girls out for you. It appears both of you have nice big cocks too.” Terry spoke up β€œmom my cock is 8” and Carl is almost 9”. Gail hesitated for a moment, β€œTerry, Carl I don’t want my pictures all over the internet first. Secondly this has to stay between the three of us or there could be big trouble. If that’s good with you I’m in for some serious nut busting.”
The boys smiles and patted the bed for Gail to come sit between the. No sooner had she sat down then the boys very skillfully unclipped her bra. Gail grabbed the cups as the bra came loose; she smiled and tossed the bra on the floor. Her nipples were already rock hard, β€œMom have you ever had you nipples sucked by two different guys at the same time?”
β€œNo baby but I sure hope I’m about to experience it.” The guys went to work on her nipples, the sensation it caused was exhilarating. The guys stopped β€œGail please sit up,” She did as Carl asked. She felt their hands on the elastic waist band of her panties as they slowly pulled them over her hips until they were finally removed. β€œGail give us a big spread please, wow you have a great bush.”
For a moment she felt embarrassment but she spread wide β€œI’m glad you like it Carl.” Carl got between her legs she felt his tongue on her throbbing clit. Terry went back to work sucking her nipples. The sexual stimulation Carl was giving her clit was causing her to shudder with small orgasms every few minutes. She was pressing her mound into his face as if she was humping his tongue. Finally she spoke out loud, β€œCarl for heavens sake will you please fuck me now!” Carl moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy he gently rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. β€œCarl baby just go slowly it’s been a very long time since I had a nice big cock in her.” Carl gave a slight push the head of his cock was in her pussy, it felt wonderful. As he pushed deeper into her pussy her muscles started to contract around his cock the feeling was exhilarating. Carl was deep in her now, she had never had a cock that deep in her. She felt the head at her cervix, he hesitated for a split second then pushed on, he was ball deep in her she was moaning with pleasure. β€œPump me baby, pound my pussy.”
Carl did as he was told, Gail moaned, she pushed her mound up to meet every downward thrust he gave her. His speed was increasing, she was moaning. Carl leaned close to her β€œTell me where to bust my nut Gail,” She pulled him tight too her chest, spread he legs a little wide and yelled β€œCarl baby bust your a nut deep in my pussy please.” A few seconds later she felt a huge orgasm overtake her, she was moaning and crying. Carl stiffened cum erupted from deep in his balls; it flowed out of his cock into her waiting pussy. The sensation of feeling warm cum flowing into her caused her to have another violent orgasm. Her entire body convulsed with ecstasy. She felt his cock pumping cum for at least six spurts before it stopped.
Carl kissed her on the mouth, β€œyou have a great pussy Gail.”
β€œWell thank you sir I hope you have every intention of using it on a regular basis.” He kissed her again and nodded yes. He rolled off now Terry mounted her, his cock slipped easily into her sloppy wet pussy which had started to leak out pussy juice and cum. His cock wasn’t as long as Carl’s but it was wider, β€œbaby I’m sorry you get sloppy seconds but I’ll do everything I can to make it wonderful.” She pulled Terry to her chest and held him tight. His cock kept up a steady rhythm; she felt the sensation of the small shudders deep in her pussy. She realized she was going to have another violent screaming orgasm, sure enough as he stiffen and a large flow of cum erupted from deep within his balls and out his cock she dug her nails into his back, pushed her heels deep onto his ass her toes curled she screamed with animal pleasure as they orgasmed together. She was crying with delight, she had her face in his neck, she whispered in his ear, β€œYou know you can have my pussy anytime you want it baby.”
Terry rolled off and she sat up to see what they wanted now. β€œMom get the lube I’m going to fuck you ass good and deep.”
β€œThe lube is in my bedroom guys I’ll go get it, Terry honey just for the record my ass is virgin so be gentle.” She stood to go to get the lube, β€œhey Gail put your panties on, this way when you walk you’ll keep most of the cum in you and what does leak out we can see in a picture it’s really hot.” She laughed and with panties on went for the lube.
Upon returning to the room as she entered both guys high fived each other and started taking pictures. She stopped in her tracks β€œwhat guys?” They both pointed to her crotch, there was a huge wet cum stain; it was obvious she had been fucked as cum was leaking out of the panties down her legs. She smiled β€œanyone needs to bust a nut?” Terry took the lube and went to work on her ass hole. Carl smiled at him β€œhey Terr, think she’s a dp girl?” For a moment Terry looked dazed then he smiled β€œdo you remember the first time we dp Caroline?”
β€œDo I ever now she wants it on a regular basis.”
β€œLet’s treat her to it.” Terry nodded his agreement. Gail stood in the room a bit confused. Carl lay on the bed and smiled β€œGail would you swallow my cock with that wonderful pussy please.” She pulled her panties down and mounted him she started a slow movement up and down, Carl pulled her close to him, β€œGail get those titties on my chest they feel wonderful.” Now she was working his cock deep in her pussy, suddenly she felt Terry’s cock push into her ass hole. There was a slight pressure and in it went. Gail’s eyes shot wide open, she groaned β€œjust stay as you both are for a minute I need to get accustomed to this.” After a few seconds she started to rock her body back and forth slowly, the boys pushed more cock into both holes. Before long they were both balls deep and she was moaning. Gail couldn’t believe the sexual sensations she was feeling, she knew in a short time her body would explode in a wild orgasm. She could feel their cocks pushing deep in her, their cocks separate only by a thin membrane. Their pace has increased; she was thrashing like a wild animal. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She felt Terry stiffen and push deep into her bowels, from deep in his balls cum once again erupted out of his cock and into her bowels. Terry cumming in her ass made her shudder violently and cum, just then Carl stiffen a huge flow of cum was being pumping into her pussy. She screamed with pleasure and almost lost consciousness.
It took several minutes for all three of them to regain their composure. She looked at the two of them lying there, β€œI must tell you both something that was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had in my entire life. Would it be ok if we did it again in a few minutes?” Another high five, they changed positions β€œwow you guys are ready to do me again great,” and again she was dp’d. After her second screaming dp caused orgasm they lay there for a while covered with sweat and cum. Gail looked at them β€œguys I’m going to get a warm washrag to clean both of your wonderful cocks.” Carl looked at her β€œpanties Gail, always wear the panties.” She giggled with panties on headed for the bathroom.
She returned with the warm cloths, as she entered both guys stared taking pictures, β€œturn around Gail lets see you unvirgin ass. She giggled and gave them several great shot. As she lay down next to them Carl took the camera β€œGail would you like to see some hot pictures?”
β€œI sure do sir.” After reviewing at least a dozen photos of her wet stained panties she had to admit the pictures were hot. She realized she looked hot with cum leaking down her legs from ass and pussy. In the pose she had struck you could see her 40 triple ds swinging about which just added to the moment.
As she started to cleaned there cocks she was amazed they were both getting hard again. β€œWow you guys are hard already.” Carl smiled at her β€œGail it’s time to see how good a cock sucker you are.” She gave them a sexy smile then she went to work sucking the hard cock. It took several minutes of her slowly sucking Carl’s cock before she was rewarded with a large mouthful of warm cum, it took two swallows to get it all down but she got every drop. After sucking Terry and swallowing another large load of cum the three lay in bed relaxing. She asked if the guys had intentions of fucking her tomorrow, since they were half asleep she cuddled up to Terry and fell asleep.
The alarm went off at 6:15 and both boys jumped up and headed for the shower. She looked around, she realized she was covered with cum, not only her bottom half but down to her knees. Her tits, chin, cheeks and hair all had cum on them too. She put on a robe and headed for the kitchen. She didn’t clean the cum off her so they could see the results of last night. Breakfast was on the table as they entered, β€œGail I like the look, it appears you had a good time last night.”
β€œI had a great time last night I wanted you to go to school with the though of me covered in your cum.” They both ate then headed for the bus stop, see you later mom she heard as they left.
Gail took a hot bath and lounged around the house most of the day. At 2:30 she put on green tight boy shorts a green bra and green heels. A pair of short shorts and a pullover t-shirt she went to the kitchen. At 3 Terry walked in alone. β€œWhere’s Carl honey?”
β€œHis parents came to the school today they took him home; he told me he’d call me later.” They both looked at each other, finally Gail spoke. β€œTerry honey the other night was wonderful; I don’t think I’ve ever had better sex. If you want I’m your pussy or nut busting girl or whatever you want to call me. I just don’t want the sex to stop.” Terry smiled β€œthat’s great mom from now on you’re Terries cum slut, are you ok with that?”
β€œHoney I’m ok with it, as a matter of fact I’m happy to be your cum slut.”
β€œThat’s great my friend Al saw the pictures of you in your panties after the second dp, he almost popped a nut there in the hallway.”
β€œReally I thought the pictures were for you and Carl?”
β€œNo way were not going to put them on line but if a couple of my friends need to pop a nut you and Caroline are the girls. We called Caroline earlier and she agreed to a party at her house Saturday night. You can call her later get acquainted and discuss what outfits you’ll be wearing. I’m having my friend Al make you a few pair of panties which will say Terry cum’s in here.” Gail sat at the table she wasn’t happy about the new turn of events but she didn’t want to give up the sex so she agreed.
β€œMom how about one of your great blow job before I do my homework?”
β€œIt will be my pleasure sir but will you and Carl be dping me later?” Terry laughed as he pulled out his cock, β€œyes mom you’ll be dp’d every day, probably at least two or three times now how about that blow job.”

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Seduction of a Married Heart Chapter 1

We follow young Mrs. Jennifer Hart at the start of her married life with her husband James. Everything seems to be going well for the couple, but then an old friend from college steps into their apartment and things change forever for Jen. Will Jen succumb to him or will her husband be able to keep her all to himself? Read to find out πŸ˜‰

Being owned – Part 15

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Nazis of the Undead

Carmen is still trying to figure out what happened with her experience with her mingle with the Slender man. Nazis wake up in a distant part of the world to come for medals she has.

MY SISTER’S PUNCHING BAG PARTS 2 & 3

THIS IS A LONG READ , SO DON’T COMPLAIN IF U WANNA GET OFF QUICK lol! Srry it took so long, but here it is. I decided to turn this short story into a longer type of story, so I put parts 2 and 3 together so it’s not too much dialogue. Constructive criticism only please and enjoy πŸ™‚ (Plz read part 1 first)