Smokin Hot
This is a true story
This is the second installment of the story. In the first installment, we meet Nathan who lusts for his straight best friend – the athletic and handsome Jake. Nathan thinks he’ll never be able to have Jake. But one morning, to his extreme bewilderment, he finds himself mysteriously transported into the body of Natalia – the beautiful personal trainer who Jake’s been crushing on, hard. We catch up with Nathan/Natalia as she’s just come up with a plan to seduce Jake…
An extra job isn’t always a bad thing.
My new brother in laws sisters
A NAKED LEGAL EPISODE. This episode finds Grace McBride in a determined pursuit to have Mr. Franklin identify and accept her offer to satisfy his deepest desire involving his relationship with her.
I had the impression that Gerald had been avoiding me these last three
weeks. At the same time I had also been hearing things that made me
think something was strangely different, if not wrong.
It just was not like him to ignore me like this – not returning my
calls, even skipping out on school. At one point I was worried that
something terrible had happened, perhaps Gerald had an accident – but
his mother had assured me over the phone that everything was fine,
just great she had said with a little extra enthusiasm in her voice
than I was used too, and that her son was busy is all. It sounded
strangely contrived, his mother odd – in retrospect.
When the rumour mill around school finally came my way and I heard
that Gerald was dating the hottest girl in school, Christine, I knew
there was something terribly wrong. The fact that I had been excluded
from his life these last weeks, becoming an instant outsider to these
rumours for example, hurt.
Only when I was exiting a burger joint at the mall and happened upon
Gerald who stood face to face with a senior, the football team
captain. The guy’s name was Jamie and he was at least a head taller
and half as much wider than Gerald – but my friend stood glaring in
anger up at the larger older teenager as if fearless. Not the Gerald
I remember!
Several things registered in that moment – Christine looking
frightened behind Gerald, looking as gorgeous as ever, three of
Jamie’s friends stood behind him. The crowd was parting, already
scenting trouble about to explode.
I rushed up to the scene, perpendicular to my good friend, and gasped
out, “Don’t do this Jamie?” A useless gesture to be sure, Jamie could
pound the two of us just as easily as one.
Gerald did something totally out of character, his face softened into
a smile as if what I had said was a big joke, turned to me and spoke
confidently, “Don’t worry Liam, its all under control.”
I knew then something was terribly wrong. Thinking back to that
moment, I knew this was the true turning point in my life.
At that second I heard Jamie gasp in surprise, all eyes turning to
look at his face and then following his eyes to his lap. There,
rapidly spreading, was a dark circle dampening his jeans – obviously
urine. My god, the football captain just fucking peed himself!
Gerald spoke, again confidently, “I didn’t realize I was that scary
Jamie?”
Then Christine started to giggle, trying to suppress it as eyes moved
from that wet crotch to the pretty girl. It was enough to break the
tension.
Jamie did the wise move, turned and rushed from our sight. His three
buddies looking at each other confused and embarrassed, eventually
followed.
I turned to Gerald, about to tell him how lucky he was when he calmly
spoke, “I told you I had it covered.”
-*-
Christine dropped us off in front of Gerald’s place and I watched
still a little shocked as my buddy passionately kissed the best
looking girl in our school. She moaned and kissed him back.
This was for fucking real!
She drove off leaving us on the sidewalk.
Gerald followed the expensive car until it was out of sight and added,
“She isn’t as great a fuck as she looks Liam.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Christine was the
hottest girl in our school for many reasons – looks of course, the big
tits helped, and she was dating Jamie the hottest guy in school until
a few days ago, was seventeen and a senior and had a father that was
filthy rich. Up until this moment I would have assumed that Gerald
was still the virgin that I have always known him as – it was our one
re-occurring conversation, girls and sex – or the lack thereof. It
was also one of those things that drew us together as friends – the
two nerds that would probably have to buy a hooker to loose our
virginity as no sane girl would give it to us willingly.
Gerald turned and started towards his house, me rushing to follow.
“What the hell is going on Gerald?”
My best friend turned his head to smile at me over his shoulder but
didn’t say anything as he fished out his keys. The door opens and he
shouts out, “I’m home!” I follow him into his house and watch as he
closes the door behind me, carefully locking it securely.
Gerald’s mom comes walking around the corner with a pleased smile on
her face. She is wearing, as far as I can see, nothing but her
cooking apron and her glasses – which, from the front hid much of
everything but suggests anything. Like her son she was short and had
bad eyes, unlike him, she was well rounded, chubby but may have been
considered cute back when she was our age.
Gerald smiled at his mom, “Liam will be staying with us for supper mom
– is there enough?”
Theresa, his mother, turned her pleasant smile towards me and nodded.
“Of course honey. Hello Liam, how are you?” The casual nature of our
conversation was alien enough to startle me – since she was
effectively naked before her son and I.
Gerald interrupted before I could phantom an answer, “Go back to the
kitchen mom and leave us alone until supper is ready. Where is Sara?”
“She is at her friends house. She said you gave her a task to do?”
Theresa looked questioningly at her son, making sure her thirteen year
old daughter wasn’t doing anything wrong. I remember Gerald’s mom as
the harsh disciplinarian, rarely smiled and always found fault in
everything. This simply could not be the same woman standing before
me!
Gerald grinned widely, “She is. Now go mom.” It was, very oddly, a
command rather than a request.
Theresa took it with a parting smile, turning so that her nude
backside was exposed as she strode from the foyer.
I just stood mute, my mouth open in shock – the image of that round
soft ass moving as Gerald’s mother Theresa strode back to the kitchen
burned into my consciousness. It was my buddies chuckle that brought
me back, “Wild huh?”
I followed him downstairs to the family room – where the video games
were set up. He plugged in one of our favourite multi-player
first-person shooter game and turned it on. Neither of us reached for
a controller.
There were things to be said.
“What the fuck is going on Gerald?”
Another chuckle, he holding his hand up as if to calm me – had I been
talking loudly? “Just relax – I’ll share.”
Share? I shook my head as if that would clear out the cobwebs of
confusion. It hadn’t.
“Remember how I’ve been researching that ancient text online?” A nod,
Gerald was always into some odd project or another. “The one from
ancient Egypt? Well I cracked the code.”
He wasn’t making any sense. “The ‘code’?” What had this to do with
the strange things going on this last hour?
His turn to nod, “To control minds.”
From his look, he was waiting for me to break out laughing. I didn’t.
Not after seeing the incredible scenes in the last hour. “Christine?”
A nod. “Jamie?” A chuckle. “Even your mom?” A mischievous smile,
his eyes looking at me carefully.
“More as well.”
Upstairs a door opened and quick footsteps echoed through the floor,
it had to be Gerald’s younger sister Sara returning home. “Even
Sara?”
His smile was dangerous now – so foreign from the guy I had known most
of my life. “Oh yes – she was my first.”
“You’ve had sex with her?” Saying this even felt odd.
A smug grin, “Numerous times – she has lots of energy!” He barked out
laughing but stopped when I didn’t join in.
“What about your dad?”
The grin disappeared and Gerald shrugged, “He is happy. I got him a
pretty thing from the office to shack up with. He and mom weren’t
doing ‘it’ anyways.” It was the first spark of an emotion that I
would classify as guilt. Obviously my friend was having sex with his
mother as well.
This was all too incredible to believe if I hadn’t seen that bare ass
walking away from me. Could all this be true? My heart was thumping
so quickly it was difficult to think.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier – but I wasn’t sure how you would
react?”
React to the news that your best buddy was some kind of freak that
could control peoples minds – have sex with his own mother and sister
let alone the hottest girl in school? How should I react?
“And things have been a little crazy I’ll admit. I’ve been busy.” He
leaned in and whispered as if sharing a conspiracy, “And sex is much
better than we ever imagined Liam. I can’t get enough of it!”
“Gerald honey? Liam? Supper time boys.”
He was out of his seat and rushing upstairs before I even translated
his mother’s call through the fog that was my brain. I follow my
buddy to the dining room to find Theresa still wearing only her white
kitchen apron and her stylish glasses placing a bowl of steaming
carrots on the table. She turned and smiled at me as I entered and I
felt my face flush with shame – had she caught me looking at her bare
bottom? Was Gerald really having sex with his own mom – this woman?
My buddy was already seated at the head of the table, the place that
had always been reserved for his father, on his right sat his thirteen
year-old sister Sara, naked and starring anxiously at her big brother.
Since she was seated across the table, all I really could see was her
thin frame and her small, almost, non-existent breasts topped with
tiny brown nipples.
Theresa held out a chair for me, at the opposite end of the table from
her son. I sat, feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my
rib cage from pressure.
Theresa was about to sit when Gerald calmly commanded, “Lose the apron
mom – you know the rules.”
His mom smiled sweetly even as her hands went to the bow tied at the
small of her back. “You are right honey, I am so sorry.”
The apron was lifted over her head and then left over the back of her
chair. She stood for a couple seconds for the three sets of eyes that
openly admired her before seating herself across from her daughter.
In that short time I devoured the sight of her – my first fully naked
woman – big hanging breasts with wide nipples, slim waist with flaring
hips, stretch marks about her lower rounded stomach, a thick brown
bush between her legs. The only thing she wore was her thick glasses.
Gerald was watching me watch his mother, smiling oddly, and waited
until she was seated. “She has been the best fuck so far Liam. Odd
isn’t it that Christine who is the best looking girl at school is
almost a dead fish in comparison?”
I quickly stole a look at the two ladies to see if they minded Gerald
speaking about this before them. Theresa in particular I studied, she
did not even seem to hear her son, spooning out her food before
returning the food back onto the table.
He turned his head to look at his sister, almost fondly, “Sara now,
she fucks like she can’t get enough – always acting like its Christmas
morning. She is definitely the tightest of the girls I’ve banged so
far as well.”
My eyes turned to Sara to see her looking proudly at her older brother
with something akin to adoration and love, her nipples now puffing out
from her small breasts. To me, Sara was always a pest – arguing with
her brother and calling us ‘nerd’ and ‘dork’ – even at her young age
she recognized that we were loosers.
Gerald took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and swallowed before turning
to his sister again, “How did it go with Angel?” He looked at me
momentarily and explained, “Sara’s best friend.”
Sara was bubbling with excitement, bouncing in her chair expectantly.
“Oh Gerald – it went better than we had hopped. She was really
nervous at first but after we kissed for a while she allowed me to go
down on her and then she just went wild!” She bounced on her chair
clapping her hands happily. I look at the rest of her family to see
them smiling almost proudly, happy at the news the youngest girl had
brought to the dinner table.
In a while, after listening to Gerald ask about the most intimate
details of a girl I probably had never met but had evidently had
ordered his sister to seduce, Theresa stood up to start to clean the
table. Gerald told his sister to go upstairs and study, she pouting
as she strode dejected out of the dinning room.
That left Gerald and I alone. “Well, what do you think?”
He was grinning ear to ear and I knew there was only one answer. “I’m
a little stunned Gerald – but all I can say is ‘holy fuck’!”
Gerald broke out laughing. “I was nervous about how you would take it
– with mom, Sara and all?”
A shiver ran up my spin when I realized that he could have controlled
me if my answer had been different – making me do anything he wanted
me too, perhaps humiliate me in public as he had done to Jamie. I
realized suddenly that I didn’t want to be out of control, to have
someone else pick the direction of my life, of every action in my day.
That meant, no matter what, I had to play along – had to ensure Gerald
continued to think of me as his closest friend and confidant.
I laughed as well. “So only the three – with Angel in the wings?”
Gerald smiled proudly, “Three more. Nothing regular – but some nice
cunt for when I’m in the mood.”
He was creating a fucking harem!
His fingers rose one at a time as he told me their names – our
middle-aged strict English teacher, a girl our age that lived next
door and her mother.
“Wow Gerald – I’m, like, fucking jealous buddy!” I really wasn’t, I
was nearly sickened – this was never how our fantasies were ever
voiced. They were about kissing the girls closer to our age, closer
to our peer group – about how it was supposed to work, sex I mean.
He grinned, “No need to get jealous Liam – I fully intend to share
with my best friend!” Laughing with pleasure he came around to stand
before me, sticking out his hand to shake – mirroring his grin, his
laughter, I shook his hand firmly.
-*-
“So who is going to be your first Liam?”
My mind was cloudy with wild emotions, with excitement and lust. Upon
the marble table before us lay Sara on her back, naked, her hand
aggressively moving up and down her tiny hairless sex, it looking wet
and very pink. Gerald had suggested the show after we had left the
dinning room – and his younger sister had been all for it, laughing
with pleasure to perform before us. Conveniently forgetting her
homework.
To push for more time to answer I brought the beer bottle up to my
lips for another gulp. Gerald, next to me, did the same. Across from
us, watching her daughter closely, Theresa sipped at her wine. “I
will need some time to think about it Gerald.”
I felt my buddy nodding next to me as he too watched his sister’s tiny
lolita thin body work itself into a sweat. She was so thin, you could
see every muscle in her body tense as she worked at bringing herself
closer to orgasm. The orgasm that her brother had ordered, but had
told her not to achieve without his permission.
“It happened almost accidentally for me Liam.” Another draw of beer.
“I was practising with my new power – having mom and Sara wear
revealing clothing around the house – when I caught Sara playing with
herself in her room one night. I had her come into my bedroom and we
had sex. It was my first.”
What had he been doing in her room anyways at night?
“I stayed home from school next morning and after dad and Sara left, I
fucked mom.” My eyes moved back up to the voluptuous woman looking
anxiously at her masturbating daughter, saw how her wide nipples were
now tight and wrinkled, her knees clenching together periodically.
“They were so different and I was insatiable.”
Silence, except for the pants from the teenage lolita playing with
herself before us – the movement of her sweaty body upon the smooth
marble, the sounds of her wet sex being manipulated, invaded, fondled.
“How did it start with Christine?”
Gerald laughed for a few seconds. “That was different. I wanted
something legit, you know what I mean?” I did – you can’t go make out
with your sister or mom at the movies like you could your girlfriend.
“But I also wanted the best – Christine was the obvious choice.”
My turn to nod, she was by far the hottest chick in school. “You said
she was not a good… in bed Gerald?”
A deep sigh, “Strange isn’t it? A body to kill for, every guy in
school gets hard when she walks by but when we fuck she just lays
there. I thought she was scared or something our first time but soon
realized she just didn’t have a clue what to do. Mom is the complete
opposite – she is by far the best fuck I’ve had.”
I looked from mother to daughter, and then back. There was something
to be said for the full breasts, round hips and jutting ass. It still
seemed strange to me that Theresa was better in bed than the best
looking girl in school. Christine. I will have to take Gerald’s word
for it though.
“Christine almost turned me off young cunt.” A sip of his beer, his
eyes locked on that place between his sisters thin muscular thighs.
“Almost!” Laughing. “Jane next door is the same, a great body, fun
to fuck but her mom was a better lay by far.”
Sara looked half mad with lust – her body quivering uncontrollably,
her muscles flexing and tensing wildly, her sex making the most
amazingly delicious sounds. Gerald and I sat quietly and watched the
show for another moment or two.
“We could make a trade Liam?”
“‘Trade’?”
Gerald nodded to his sister, “My sister for yours?”
A cold hand clenched my heard tightly but I tried to make light of the
question, “Which one – I have two?” One older and the other younger.
Gerald looked at me seriously and said, “Both of course.”
My mind was screaming for me to jump up and run out of there. This
was evil, it was wrong in so many ways. An image of my older sister
laying as Sara was now, performing so lewdly.
My shock must not have been totally concealed, “Don’t look so
surprised Liam. How many times did we drool over Amy these last few
years?”
To my embarrassment it was true. We had watched my gorgeous sister
from afar many a time – talking about her perfect tight ass, her small
firm tits, that way she seemed to draw every males eyes. Yet, it had
all been unreal at the time – it could never be true, a fantasy only.
We were just two guys talking trash in private right? I mean we
discussed the sexual qualifications about every woman we knew – and I
mean every one – my elder sister was no exception.
Gerald had admitted to me that he was spying on his mom a couple years
ago – sniffing her panties, watching her through the keyhole as she
showered – that sort of thing. He wanted me to be a part of this
conspiracy – suggested I do the same – I told him I was, but in
reality I didn’t have the nerve. Our mothers, at least to me, were
not sexual conquests so much as available bodies to look upon. We
were horny virgin teenage boys, anything with tits and an ass turned
our heads!
“Or even better, we could trade moms?” I looked to see the anxious
smirk on Gerald’s face.
I felt like punching him but took a deep breath to calm my sudden
anger instead. He had the power to ruin me, to humiliate me beyond
anything any bully had dared to do. And what about my family, my mom
and sisters – they will never be the same from his warped desires.
“If there was any regret, it was that I fucked Sara before mom. Take
my word for it Liam, mature cunt is the best.” He tilted his head
back and drained his beer.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Theresa stood up upon shaky legs and left the room without a word.
Gerald laughed and nodded to the place his mother had sat naked – the
wet spot which could only be one thing! My god, do girls get that
wet?
“Mom gets wet in a stiff breeze.” That one statement seemed to be
enough for Gerald but it was a shocking statement to me.
She returned and handed her son a new bottle of beer, opened of
course. He gave her a long look before ordering, “Go to my room mom –
I’ll be up in a few minutes okay?” It really wasn’t a question.
Theresa shivered visibly and gave her son a wide pleased smile, then
turned to me politely, “Thank you for coming by Liam. Say hello to
your mother for me?” She then turned on her bare feet and rushed from
the room, giggling anxiously, her mature body bouncing lewdly with
each step. Obviously excited that her son would be soon having sex
with her.
Gerald wasn’t even watching her voluptuous body bounce from the room
as I was, instead he was looking at his sister. A long pull from his
beer before he quietly said, “You can come now Sara.”
It was like a light had been turned on – flashing brightly before us,
so that our eyes hurt. Sara just exploded before my very eyes, her
back completely arching off the smooth sweet-slippery marble beneath
her – her muscles clenching impossibly in her thin lolita body, head
back, eyes clamped shut tightly. But it was the sound, screeching
scream of pleasure that hurt my ears – the wet sounds squishing from
her sex, her fingers submerged, more working at her erect pink
clitoris.
Gerald and I watched this all in silence, until his sister was left
exhausted and twitching before us. He suddenly stood, “Think about my
offer Liam – your mom will be a great fuck and your two sisters going
down on each other just gets me hot thinking about it.” I saw my
buddies penis thrusting against his jeans painfully and stood as well
– knowing I was being dismissed.
He lead me to his front door, clasping me overly-friendly about the
shoulder, “From now on buddy, its cunt cunt and more cunt! Life is
different when you look at any woman and know you can fuck her.”
I was left outside his home, the darkness hiding my own throbbing
hardness in my jeans, his parting statement echoing in my head.
-*-
Saturday
-*-
The next morning I moved about our home as if in a dream – my eyes
moving and watching, my mind still recalling the shocking things I had
experienced and learnt the day before. Amy moved about the kitchen in
her jogging tights and my eyes were locked to her tight firm perfect
nineteen year-old ass. Then I mentally removed Lisa’s bulky clothing
and imagined her naked, her early adolescence giving her twelve
year-old body just starting to flower. It was mom that drew most of
my attention – the best sex Gerald had described his own mother. It
would be impossible to consider as reality if that visit had not
happened!
Amy disappeared for her jog – Lisa leaving to go to a friends for the
day. That left mom, who disappeared to shower for her day shopping.
I had to pick someone or else Gerald would. There was that girl in my
Math class – braces but with nice hair. Or the girl in school, a
junior, that played in most of the school plays – a bit thin but had a
pretty smile. Then my mind unconsciously thought about dad’s
secretary, an older woman that always wore short skirts and had great
legs – who never failed to smile when I came in. And what about our
church pastor’s wife – softly padded but with huge breasts that had
never failed to draw my eye.
I could have any woman I wanted – any of those girls were mine but for
the request to Gerald. God what it must be like to be him – to have
this totally control, the power to do anything you wanted? I had to
shake my head to clear these thoughts from my mind – down that path
was nothing but evil incarnate.
Why had he chosen his mother and sister over all the women we had
discussed these many years since puberty hit us like a thunderbolt?
His mother had been the strict one of his parents, stern and always
frowning. His sister and he were always fighting, bickering
constantly – which may be part of the reason that Theresa frowned. So
did he choose them over all the other woman because of some type of
revenge?
Mom came down from her shower wearing loose pants and a light blouse,
looking for her purse and car keys. My eyes followed her and I
wondered if she missed dad, they being divorced these last five years.
Did she miss being with him, as a man – she never dated that I knew
about. Maybe Gerald was wrong about my mom – she probably doesn’t
need or even like sex I thought coldly.
She disappeared towards the door leading to the garage when I heard
her say, “Oh Gerald! You startled me.”
“Sorry. Going out?” Just the sound of his voice caused a nervous
reaction within me and I stood from my place at the breakfast table.
“Yes and I’m already late.”
My heart was beginning to thump loudly in my chest as the silence was
deafening.
Then Gerald strode into the kitchen with my mom following, a blank
look on her face.
Oh my god! Its happening!
He smiled at me and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at my
mom, “Thinking about what we talked about last night buddy?” He sat
himself across from where I was standing before I too joined him at
the table, leaving mother standing still before us, her eyes looking
blankly at the wall beyond the table.
Calm yourself, else this may become ugly! “I have been giving it a
lot of thought.” I willed myself not to look at my zombie-like
mother, else he may do something that we all may regret.
Gerald smiled and nodded, as if understanding the dilemma he had put
me in. Then he turned his eyes back to my mother and asked as
casually as you please, “Are you going to wear that Emily?” It was
weird hearing my moms first name spoken so casually.
“Yes, I was.”
“Liam always thought you had nice legs – go change into a skirt,
something above the knees – and be quick about it!”
Mom rushed out of our kitchen and down the hall to her room, we heard
her panicked movements.
I had to say something – stop whatever was about to happen – but my
mouth was dry. It felt like I was rolling down a steep hill, gaining
speed and unable to stop myself.
She came back in record time wearing a dark woollen work skirt and tan
hose – returning to the same spot to stand silently.
Gerald was ignoring me, “Better Emily. No more pants okay – only
skirts when going out of the house?”
“Okay Gerald.”
“Are those pantyhose or stockings Emily?”
“I don’t own any stockings Gerald.”
“This is the last time you wear pantyhose okay Emily? Only thigh high
stockings or nothing. You want Liam to be proud of his mother don’t
you?”
Mother nodded anxiously, almost looking nervous that I would love her
any less because she did not have stockings on rather than pantyhose.
“Oh, I want nothing else than to make Liam happy.”
My head was spinning and I felt oddly sick and excited at the same
time.
“And loosen a couple buttons Emily, show Liam some cleavage while you
are at it. If you must wear bra’s around your son at least let him
enjoy what beautiful breasts you have okay?”
Mom’s hands rushed to losen two buttons of her blouse, pressing her
lapel to the side to reveal the valley of her upper chest. “Of course
Gerald – it won’t happen again. I am sorry Liam.”
There stood my mother, nearly instantly looking like a different woman
– short skirt, cleavage – these things that were shown conservatively
in the past, as rarely as possible.
“You like making your son Liam happy don’t you Emily?”
Mom smiled widely, “Very much so Gerald. I love him with all my
heart.”
“There is nothing better than a mother who knows how to treat her son
Emily. I bet just being near him makes you excited – is your cunt
getting wet Emily?” The conversation took a definite curve at the use
of that coarse word and I shifted nervously in my chair.
I leaned forward to protest but Gerald put a hand up between us
stalling me but it was my fear of him that really silenced me. I
watched as my mother was controlled and humiliated before my very eyes
and I was as defenceless as she.
Mom was frowning, thinking to herself.
“Making him happy makes you wet Emily – I know it does. If he ever
wants to do more than look at you, there isn’t nothing you would not
do for him is there?”
Why was my penis so hard? I should be punching and kicking this
pervert from my home!
In a tiny whisper mom admitted, “I would do whatever it took to make
him happy.” As she said it, she spoke with determination – as if
trying to convince not only us but herself.
Gerald was smirking triumphantly, challenging me with his eyes, “Just
imagine Emily – the best sex of your life, better than your wildest
fantasies. Do you know who I’m talking about Emily?”
In another small voice, “My son Liam?”
“Good girl.”
Mom blushed and stole small glances at me. I was shocked to see her
nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. I knew without a doubt my
mother was sexually excited – it was a weird feeling, especially since
it was because of me.
“Where did you plan on going shopping Emily?”
Mom swallowed thickly but looked relieved to change the topic. “I
needed clothes for work and then a little grocery shopping.”
Gerald nodded, thinking for only a few seconds, “Don’t forget
above-the-knee skirts and thigh-high stockings right Emily?”
Again she stole a look at me, nodding affirmatively all the while. I
could not help but shift in my chair – my hard penis hurting in my
jeans.
“You can go now Emily – just remember to think about what your son
would like when you buy something.” Another nod, another stolen look,
this time accompanied by a small private smile for me.
Mom turned to leave when Gerald prolonged this torture by stopping her
again, “Oh, Emily?” Mom stopped and turned silently, smiling pleasant
and polite. “When was the last time you had sex?”
“Its about three years ago now.”
For teenagers, three years seemed impossibly long. Something else, my
dad and mom have been divorced for five years – who was this guy mom
had sex with anyways?
“You must masturbate frequently?”
Mom blushed again and nodded.
This was just too much – now I’m hearing my mother admit to
masturbating! Sure I knew girls did ‘it’, but faced with mother’s
admission that she did ‘it’ as well was a little overwhelming.
Gerald waved his hand in dismissal and mom turned and strode back to
the garage doorway to leave the house. I was glaring at my buddy and
he just shrugged, “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too
Liam. But the choice is now there – you can thank me later.” I felt
like hitting him, is how I felt.
At that inopportune moment my older sister Amy returned from her run –
she came into the kitchen all hot and sweaty. As she does after her
exercise, Amy made a smoothie for her breakfast while effectively
ignoring us ‘dweebs’.
“Why are you always a bitch to us Amy?”
I froze even as my older sister spun and glared at Gerald, her mouth
began to open and then her eyes just glazed over and her hands dropped
to her sides to stand silently. It was starting again.
“How is university Amy?”
“College. Its going fine.”
“Fucking anybody?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but yes.” Even in her half
trance, my sister could not keep her bitchy attitude at bay.
For some reason I as anxious to hear more – she always had a different
pretty boy over at our house every week. I have always hated them –
hating her smug selfish attitude. Perhaps it was why it had been so
easy to talk trash about her with Gerald all these years. “Hot girl
like you must be busy?”
Amy shrugged, “I fuck who I want and when.”
“Even girls?”
Another shrug, “When I want.”
Selfish bitch I cursed at her silently. But the knowledge that my
sister was a loose slut was just too juicy a topic for Gerald to
ignore. “Who is your favourite right now?”
“My English Literature teacher, Mr. Jones.”
“A teacher Amy… is he married?”
“Yes.”
“In his thirties?”
“Forty six years old.”
Seems that Gerald was not the only guy that likes his partners older –
I was intrigued. “Lucky guy. Ever been with more than one guy at a
time Amy?”
“Yes.”
My heart was again thumping, my penis aching in my pants. My sister
was a trashy slut, so little did I know! “I bet you even like anal?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
Gerald turned and winked at me – my sister’s perfect ass has always
been the favourite part of her body for both of us. The admission
that my sister enjoyed anal sex just left me dizzy. “What do you
think of your brother Liam?”
She shrugged as if she could care less, my anger rose as it normally
does when she acted like this towards me, “He’s just a geeky nerd.”
“Ever think about having sex with him?”
“Of course not!” She sounded disgusted and I wondered if Gerald’s
power could not work fully on her.
He was just smiling though and so I knew the game was not yet over.
“Things are going to change around here Amy. Nerds are taking over
the world while the jocks become shoe salesmen.” It was our oft
recited line – telling ourselves that things will get better for us.
“Hot girl like you should do the smart thing – become close to your
brother.”
She made a distasteful face and looked at me for a few lengthy
seconds. “Close how?”
“Oh, I don’t know… if Liam wanted to fuck you in the ass, for
example, you wouldn’t see any problem with that.”
She turned back to Gerald, “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”
I coughed violently in response – my god! “You are in control right?
You are the older sister – smart, beautiful. If he wanted to have sex
with you, it would be because you seduced him into it and that turns
you on right Amy?”
She swallowed loudly, “I like having the power.”
“I know you do. I bet your excited right now thinking about seducing
your brother aren’t you? Just think about it Amy – any act your nerd
brother wanted to do would be because you have that power. And if you
enjoy it as well… so what right?”
She was nodding, smiling mischievously. My sister had a long thin
body, the curves slight, her breasts small firm mounds on her chest.
Those mounds now had small hard points pressing out of the tight
fabric – she was getting excited!
“Its going to be difficult though…?”
My sister frowned, taking the bait, “How so?”
Gerald sighed as if talking to a child, “Well, every time you are with
a guy now, you will only be able to think about Liam. Any girl you
are with, you will wonder what it would be like to share her with your
brother. They will be poor substitutes for the real thing of course.”
She was frowning at Gerald.
“Excited Amy?” My best buddy pointed at the tightly stretched cloth
over my sisters genital mound. Looking closely it was obviously
discoloured from being wet – and it wasn’t sweat either.
“I am, damn you Gerald!”
Gerald started to laugh and it became instantly infectious so I joined
in. My sister cursed to herself and ran from the kitchen when my
buddy dismissed her – leaving her half finished smoothie on the
counter untouched.
-*-
We each had a huge mound of french fries before us as we talked in the
food court at the mall – one of our favourite places. “Fuck me buddy
– that was intense.” It was. With mom I went through so many
conflicting emotions that I did not know how to act, which way to
turn. With Amy I enjoyed her humiliating transformation – the
information that I had gleamed revealing.
Gerald was nodding in agreement, “And we can do that to anyone Liam.
I mean its a fucking dream come true is what it is!”
We were both laughing as if half-drunk, the adrenaline high slowly
coming down.
“I’ll tell you Liam”, he waved a fry my way as he spoke, “if you don’t
fuck Amy I think I may. She is one hot looking slut.”
I nodded, she was. Strangely, the idea of Gerald having sex with my
sister no longer seemed as disgusting as it had the night before. I
had listened to my sister admit to being promiscuous – the idea of my
best friend fucking her did not seem so crazy any more. “Give me a
couple days okay Gerald – this is all coming way too fast to process.”
The truth by the way.
He nodded, obviously understanding. “Figure out who is going to be
your first?”
I sighed, I hadn’t. The closest I could imagine was dad’s secretary –
fit the older criteria as well as being a looker. The idea that I was
going to lose my virginity finally was a heady thought and being
surrounded by all this deviant behaviour did not help. I could go
home right now and my mom and older sister would do any sex act I told
them – tell me that wasn’t fucked up? But what a rush it was!
“I was thinking of setting up a little show next weekend and wanted to
run it by you.” Gerald looked at my a little nervously, “How about we
put Sara and Lisa naked on my marble table with only a single bottle
of oil between them?”
The empowered feelings I had been enjoying, thinking about loosing my
virginity, even about my new control over mother and Amy,
disintegrated and I recalled that I was playing with fire here.
Gerald was suggesting we set our two younger sisters in some sort of
lesbian tryst. After watching Sara pleasure herself the night before,
I knew my buddy was into those types of visual spectacle.
A fear clenched me at that moment – I could defend my younger sister’s
chastity and probably have it taken from her anyways, while placing me
in as a defenceless a position as the rest of the ladies in our
collective families. Gerald really did not need my permission to do
anything he wanted, to anyone. My guess was that he needed someone
that wasn’t altered mentally, to share it with – call it a way to
spread the guilt or perhaps he really did think of me as a best
friend. Friends until the end, we used to say to each other.
My sister Lisa was twelve years old, she had a thin boy-like body that
had not started changing into a woman’s. Strangely, seeing her naked
intrigued me. Would that thin body develop into mom’s curves or Amy’s
athletic build?
Of my two sisters, I liked Lisa the best. She wasn’t pompous or
ignorant and selfish like Amy, she was polite and seemed to really
enjoy being with me – talking or just hanging out. She kicked my ass
when we played baseball or soccer together, but I helped her with her
math and science homework readily.
The answer seemed to come on its own, “That sound pretty hot – but
nothing else with Lisa okay?”
Gerald nodded, his smile wide at my agreement, “Sure buddy – she is
all yours. It’ll just be a nice slippery lesbian show.”
I did not join him in his lecherous laugh and forced my attention back
to the quickly disappearing mound of fries.
-*-
When I entered my house, I found mom singing lightly in the kitchen,
her head spinning my direction when she noticed me, “Hi Liam. Have a
good time with your friend?” She wore a strange smile that I knew was
only for me.
My eyes looked my mom up and down – the skirt that ended just before
the knee was new, tight around the upper thighs and round full hips,
the nylons had a seam up the back and I knew without any further proof
that they would end about thigh high, her blouse was the same as
before but it was obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra – her
full breasts swinging hypnotically just by her movement to look at me.
This was the proof that Gerald’s power was total.
Mom saw my gaze and a private smile widened her lips as she turned
back to chopping the vegetables. “What is for supper mom?” I could
do my mother right here and right now – over the counter, on the
linoleum floor. It was a heady thought.
She smiled for me again, her eyes soft and inviting, “Vegetable soup
with dumplings.”
Sounded delicious and I told her so.
“I hoped you would like it honey.”
I just looked at her for a couple minutes as she effortlessly chopped
some carrots. Was she getting excited right now with me looking at
her? What was it like – the juice that a woman excreted when they
became exited?
Before I did something I wasn’t prepared to do, I rushed from the
kitchen to my room. On the way I saw Lisa in her room laying on her
bed reading a book, she didn’t notice me. God, in less than a week I
would be watching her with Gerald’s sister – naked, oiled, kissing,
fingering and licking each other.
The walls spun and I had to use a hand to steady myself, forcing
myself to my room. I shut the door and fell into my messy bed to
close my eyes and force my heart to stop pounding so violently in my
chest.
-*-
My dreams were the most lewd and descriptive of my life – mother was
stripping before me, but strangely, never seemed to become naked – my
sister Amy was sucking my hard penis, taking her mouth off just long
enough to order, “come over my face nerd” – Lisa was sitting next to
me, my hand between her thin thighs, rubbing her hairless wet hot
crack as she moaned and watched our mother strip. I kept hearing
Gerald say, “any woman… anything you want…”.
I awoke in the darkness of my room, sweaty and painfully hard. I
haven’t decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my
lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor
and holding my head in my hands.
I could do it – I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to
help me sleep, or fuck them and finally lose that stigma of being a
virgin finally.
But perhaps I should just jerk off – like I did last night after
watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn’t sure if it
was the sight of Gerald’s little sister climaxing with her fingers
inside her own body or his mother sitting across from us, clenching
her knees, nipples hard, shivering with desire while watching her
young daughter.
The house was silent – dark. I slipped from my room and made my way
down the hallway to the kitchen, getting a glass of water to quench my
parched throat. While drinking I saw that there was a small light in
the living room and walked the few meters to see mom sitting on the
couch, beneath the single light, reading a thick book.
She jumped at my entrance, “Oh Liam honey – you startled me!” She
caught her breath and closed her book after marking the page with a
marker. “Couldn’t sleep honey?” She looked concerned – ever the
parent.
I looked at her then and wondered what it would be like to actually
have intercourse with her. Plain of face, looking her age of forty
two years. She wore a long thick white cotton nightie that hid her
from neck to ankle, her legs curled up beneath her as she read.
Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald
had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned
away not without guilt and moved to sit across from mom in the chair.
The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to
the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position – I
never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up
to see mom losen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie –
exposing her bare cleavage beneath.
Those nipples were hard now – obvious even in this dim light. Its not
your fault mother? Stop it please!
When my eyes rose, I found mother wearing a soft smile just for me –
her eyes glinting strangely. “Is there anything I could do to make
you happy honey?”
Was it my imagination or had she pushed her chest further forwards
towards me? “Do you miss dad mom?”
Her brow furled before she answers, “I do… sometimes.”
“Why don’t you date mom?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her half upright position. “Thats
complicated honey.”
I just looked at her – saw her shift, this time it was not from being
uncomfortable.
She blurted out, “Your father leaving hurt me – I couldn’t trust men
any more.”
I nodded as if I understood – but I didn’t. Nor did I want to know
the specifics about my parents sex life. “But you had sex with
someone three years ago…?”
She nodded, looking embarrassed as well as uncomfortable and strangely
excited, “He… lets just say he was a mistake that I never wanted to
make again.”
“So you stopped with men completely.”
Nodding almost sad now, “Yes.”
I had nothing else I wanted to say – that I could say. How does a
teenage boy ask his adult mother regarding sexual matters anyways? I
so wanted to confide in someone, an adult, this woman that was my
mother – needed help from the intense changes in my life that I was
facing.
The silence was probably too much for her and she blurted out almost
anxious, releasing me from the responsibility of starting the
conversation, “I get more pleasure by myself than any man ever gave
me!”
What could I say, ‘too bad’? “I never realized girls did ‘it’ too,
until only recently mom.” Well, ‘recently’ was about a year ago –
since then, it was always one of my hottest fantasies.
Mom was nodding, “Oh yes, ‘girls’ do ‘it’ too Liam.” She then giggled
almost adolescently, “I do it more now than I ever did when I was your
age.”
My mouth was dry again and I recalled the half filled glass of water
in my hand. After taking a gulp, which did not seem to do anything
for my parched state I continued, “When did you start mom?”
Mom looked up at the ceiling and frowned in thought, “I was about
Lisa’s age when I started experimenting.”
I wish she hadn’t spoke my younger sister name, reminding me of the
event in only a weeks time.
“I recall how sensitive I was ‘down there’ and how good it felt, but I
was about twelve when I began playing with myself.” She giggled again
and her eyes returned to me, “Are you sure you want to hear all this
honey? You are not weirded out or anything?”
I looked mom right in the eye and said, “I love listening to you talk
about playing with yourself mom.” I was hundred percent serious –
perhaps it would be better that our conversation was not about sexual
matters, this discussion was more intimate than I can remember between
us. Mom has always been the busy, weary woman – the single mom to
three kids.
Mom shivered violently and moaning deep down in her throat before she
replied with a raspy voice, “I love making you happy Liam.”
“I know you do mom.” Anything I wanted, at any time – I recalled.
“Do you honey… you know, masturbate frequently?”
I nodded, thankful for the dim light so that my embarrassment would
not be too obvious on my burning cheeks.
She nodded knowingly, “Boys do it a lot at your age.” I normally did
it about twice a day – Gerald used to admit to about three to four
times on average a day.
The silence lengthened and we just looked at each other. I felt
almost dizzy with power – this isn’t right. I stood and took two
strides before mom sat forwards and asked anxiously, nervously, “Would
you like to watch me play with myself Liam – would that make you
happy?” Her words effectively stopped me in my tracks.
It was my turn to shiver with excitement – my penis began to harden in
my pyjama bottoms. Mom’s eyes did not miss anything, and she licked
her lips almost as if she were hungry. “I don’t know whats come over
me today honey – mommy is feeling positively in heat when I think
about you.” She was almost whispering. “I want to make you happy – I
would do anything you wanted Liam, anything!” She hissed that last
word, slipping her bare feet from beneath her to the floor below –
watching me anxiously.
I stood there swaying with uncertainty – run I told my feet silently,
but I did not move, my eyes turned to my physically and mentally
excited mother, my hard penis wanting her.
“I know I’m old honey. I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my own
son. But believe me when I say that I’ve never felt so brazen before
– so sure about anything.” She took a lengthy loud swallow before
continuing, “Please Liam, I beg you, just sit for a couple more
minutes? If… if I disgust you, I promise never to bother you
again?”
My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt my chest and sounded loud
to my ears. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode
back to my chair – my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I
already knew I would not be ‘disgusted’.
Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking
at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked
it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the
couch, her hands trembling so violently.
The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat
back against the couch and spread her knees a few centimetres – she
was completely naked. She whispered almost to herself, “Mommy was so
hot after Gerald explained how you liked me to dress this morning I
brought myself off in the car outside the mall today. I never felt so
alive… or naughty!”
Her bare feet rose and she bent her knees to hook her heels into the
edge of the couch – this effectively spread her thighs wide. I took
in the sight of my naked parent for the very first time and felt like
a drowning man seeing the rescue boat. She was so pale, so soft in
body – but it was nothing but good! Curves and more curves, dark
wrinkled nipples, soft quivering inner thighs and breasts. Her age in
her face, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, her lower breasts.
I always thought of her as ancient – and to me and my friends, she
was. But at this very moment in time, she was the sexiest thing I’ve
ever encountered. Much more exciting than even Gerald’s younger
sister Sara had been as I had watched her.
Mother’s trembling hands slipped over her abundant pale soft flesh –
one eventually making for a heavy hanging breast, the other between
her legs and the glistening pinkness there. “I knew from that moment
on that there wasn’t another man alive that I felt this way about –
who could turn me on like this, who could ask anything of me and I
would do everything in my power to make you happy.”
A finger slipped into the glistening flesh and came back out covered
in female slim. I was fascinated to watch mother bring that finger to
her mouth and suck it clean before returning it to her sex.
“Any hole Liam – any time – any place. I am yours my love, body, soul
and mind!” Her eyes captured my own, “I never told anyone before that
I just love the taste of myself. Do you find that odd?”
Mother did not wait for an answer, two fingers slipped deep and mother
gasped with pleasure, her back arching off the couch while her eyes
clasping shut momentarily.
At that point I no longer existed for mom, I was sure. Her toes
wiggled and clenched, her calves tighted, her thighs quivered, her
hips shook as she pumped her ass up off the couch, her white soft
breasts dancing upon her chest – mother was a delicious sight and my
hands quivered to touch myself. I was hard, painfully throbbing
against my pyjama bottoms – a large wet spot revealing the leakage I
was producing.
She would do this two finger pumping thing – in and out of her very
pink very sloppy wet sex, before bringing those fingers up to her lips
to suck clean and dropping the other hand to continue. Alternately
she would use the free hand to ravage her clitoris rubbing it
surprisingly hard. Infrequently those wet fingers went to one of the
hard winkled nipples dancing on her chest as she moved, twisting and
yanking on it almost violently.
Mother was making noises that I’ve never heard in my life – grunting
and mile-long-sighs that caused my dick to jerk painfully. She was
gasping as if she could not breath – her mouth wide unless she was
sucking her fingers clean.
Then she did something surprising, moving the newly cleaned fingers
not down to her clitoris to her nipples as I had half expected, but
around her waist so that I saw the index finger tease her own wrinkled
clenching anus.
It was at that point I climaxed in my bottoms – pumping again and
again so that the hot seed filled the front of my pyjama bottoms. I
was gasping as mother suddenly arched her back completely off the
couch, and with two fingers in her vagina another in her anus, she
screamed out in orgasm the likes of which I shall never forget.
Never again could I look at her as simply a parent, as a sexless
person who could direct the path of my life.
The both of us just sat there – mother slowly opening her eyes to look
at me, look down at the obvious wet spot in my pyjama bottoms. I
should be embarrassed but I wasn’t – I wasn’t the one naked, the one
that had begged to put on a show. Sure she had no self-control –
Gerald had forced this moment, had changed how my home will forever
function. How will I ever look on mother and not remember this night?
Mother’s feet dropped back to the floor and she suddenly looked almost
embarrassed, “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before Liam.”
Her eyes studying the spot on the front of my cotton bottoms – she
knew I had enjoyed what I had witnessed.
My voice was raspy to my own ear but I heard myself say, “You were
beautiful mom, really.”
Her eyes rose and her lips widened into a pleased smile, “From you
Liam, that makes me happier than you can imagine.”
The way her eyes were looking at me like that – wide open and almost
innocent and submissive. They said, take me I am yours.
I felt the stirrings between my legs and stood up quickly to leave –
mother’s eyes watching me with disappointment. The scent of her self
enjoyment so thick that it filled my head and my thoughts for the rest
of the evening.
I felt like Alice down that damned hole.
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This is a true story, but i have changed the names for the peoples privacy.
It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasnβt my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took β I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasnβt alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. βDid you have fun last night?β she asked seductively.
βOf course I did. I always have fun with you.β
βDo you remember our new arrangement?β
βNot at all.β
βWhat is the new agreement then?β She wanted to hear me say it.
βYou are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.β
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
βAre you ready for another ass fucking then?β
βI am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.β
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
βPull your cheeks apart!β
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasnβt taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every βveinβ of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
βOh fuck you are so deep inside of me!β
βI bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?β Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Bethβs hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
βFuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, donβt you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!β
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Bethβs weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
βDonβt you fucking cum yet!β she demanded. βI have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you canβt hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!β
Beth was so worked up now that she couldnβt stop her dirty talk.
βYou really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!β
She didnβt wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldnβt last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
βIβm ready to cum, Beth.β
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
βRoll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.β
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
βAre you ready for your next dare?β she asked as she continued thrusting downward. βI dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!β
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
βOh yes! Youβre going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!β
Bethβs comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
βDonβt swallow yet!β Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. βSit up and open wide!β
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. βI am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.β
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
βFuck that was hot!β exclaimed Beth. βNow, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!β
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust β Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
βThatβs it,β she said approvingly. βTake me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!β
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldnβt push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy β my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
βLook up at me! Thatβs good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!β
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
βDoes this thing have a video function to it?β It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
βHi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.β
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasnβt going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, βNow THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!β And she turned the camera off.
βWe need two things now,β declared Beth. βFirst, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!β And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldnβt wait for more!
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*Warning* Sick and Twisted Do not read if your faint of heart. I’m back with a brand new and very, very disturbing story. Not for the faint of heart.
The battle rages. Sven will have to command his harem to victory!
This story involves all of us.
Only you wriggled out of that one, didn’t you Potter?” Umbridge
cackled, advancing on Harry with her wand drawn. “Not today, though,
not now… Crucio!”
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all watched as their friend dropped
to the floor. Each held by a member of the Inquisitional Squad, they
were powerless to prevent the torture, but winced nonetheless upon
hearing their friend shriek in anguish. Both Weasleys were too overcome
with emotion to watch, and turned away as Harry writhed and spasmed
under the horrific pain.
At last finding her infliction sufficient, Umbridge lowered her
weapon and ceased the incantation, smiling with extreme satisfaction as
victory drew near. “Warrington, grab the boy!” she commanded wickedly,
stepping aside so the tall Slytherin could approach. “We are going to
see if Snape can somehow weasel the answer out of Potter here.”
The two began to move out of Dumbledore’s office, much to the
surprise of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They had obviously been expecting
to be a part of this up until the end, and the expression of betrayal
on Malfoy’s face was exquisite.
“But what about *us*, Professor?” he asked shrilly, worry peaking
every syllable.
“Well…” Umbridge replied waveringly, halting at the top of the
spiral staircase as her charge continued to drag Harry down. “I suppose
my most trusted students *do* deserve a commendation for such a heroic
display of loyalty to the Ministry.” Then, with a devious smirk that
was immediately mirrored by Draco, she pulled her wand out and repaired
the recently-picked door.
“I trust that you’ll be finished by the time I return…” she
announced grimly before vanishing, sealing the eight teenagers inside.
***
Draco brightened up straight away at his good fortune, and trotted
over to Hermione without delay with the most evil grin on his face she
could ever recall.
“It’s about time you learned the proper role of a mudblood…” he
snickered, poking her middle with his wand and causing just the
distraction he was looking for. She reflexively drew back, restrained
by Goyle’s arms, and exposed herself below the waist. Without wasting a
second, Draco jabbed his hand forward into the cleft between her legs,
savoring the warmth emanating from her concealed womanhood.
At first stunned, Hermione let him fondle her genitals with
impunity. Once anger set in, however, she responded quickly and with a
fury that surprised even him. Though gagged, she spurted out what the
other could only assume were outraged muggle expletives while kicking
forward until her assailant withdrew.
“Now, really, Granger…” Draco answered mockingly. “I was going to
have my way with you first and be done with it. But now I’m afraid
you’ve made me… lose interest. Looks like we’ll have to orchestrate
something to get me nice and ready for that dirty mouth of yours!”
Hermione glared belligerently at him, but said nothing to risk him
changing his mind and violating her on the spot. Instead, she watched
as his eyes sized up both Luna and Ginny.
“I say you let the little redheaded tart do it first…” Bulstrode
interrupted with a snicker, pointing to Ron’s little sister.
“Why, yes!” Draco announced cheerfully, turning to his companion.
“You should tell *all* of them what we found out…”
“Of course!” the heavyset girl sang in tune with his derisive tone.
“See, on that first Hogsmeade weekend, I was supposed to follow her and
that Corner kid from Ravenclaw. And you know what I saw?”
“What?” Draco asked dramatically, not even noticing that Ginny’s
head was turned to the wall, hot embarrassment filling her face.
“They were… doing it!” Millicent shouted jovially, pointing at
the flushed Weasley girl. “In one of the inn rooms at the Hog’s Head!
When the big mess of you got turned down trying to order firewhisky, I
almost wet my knickers laughing, but as soon as the two of them came
back later I just had to investigate!”
Ginny was on the verge of tears now, not even attempting to deny
the story. Ron, on the other hand, had been transfixed by the tale up
until the pause. Now, he turned to his sister, thoroughly expecting to
see a defiant counter to what he assumed was a bald-faced lie. Her
crestfallen face, though, betrayed his confidence in a heartbeat.
“How could you?” he bellowed loudly, enraged with himself the
moment he spoke for losing control. Millicent only absorbed the
emotional outburst in stride, anteing up the narration.
“Oh, yeah!” Bulstrode continued, clearly enjoying it. “I climbed up
to the balcony to get a better look, and there she was! Lying on her
back like a slut while he did it with her!”
Tears began to drop from Ginny’s eyes as her secret was let out,
and even Hermione let her mouth drop open at the revelation of such a
private act. Neville, however, reacted in an entirely different fashion
than anyone one else expected.
“Make you randy, eh, Longbottom?” Draco snapped, leering at the
Gryffindor boy’s noticeable bulge. “Well, I guess if you want to fuck
her that much, you should go right ahead.”
Neville gave his longtime nemesis a curious look as his own urges
began to battle for control. On one hand, he had always had a crush on
Ginny and would have liked nothing more than to slam her silly. On the
other, he knew she would be diametrically opposed to such an idea,
especially under such circumstances.
Ron sensed his friend’s hesitation in courageously telling Malfoy
to piss off, and grew steadily angrier at the thought that he could
even be considering the offer. Finally after a few intense seconds, he
could take no more.
“Don’t you dare touch her…” the redhead boy warned both
teenagers, stepping forward and snarling just enough so that Crabbe
felt the need to pull him back by the neck.
“Come on, Longbottom…” Draco whispered suggestively, turning his
back on the elder Weasley. “This will probably be your only chance. Why
not go for it?”
Blinded by lust, Neville took a few steps towards Ginny, who had so
far been too busy crying to notice the others talking about her. His
eyes scanned her maroon-accented robes, wondering excitedly what her
exposed figure would look like. And, even with the subtly hidden snide
remark from Malfoy, he found himself nodding, silently thanking Draco
as a servient mongrel.
“Neville, stop!” she pleaded, picking up her head upon seeing him
approach. “Stay away!”
“I’m sorry Ginny…” he babbled, reaching to caress her chest
through the thick vestments. The young girl instantly recoiled at his
touch, spinning out of Crabbe’s grip with surprising speed. Malfoy’s
big brute had enough sense to reach out with an one arm, snatching a
corner of her robes while keeping a firm grip on Ron with the other.
Though the fiery redhead probably had enough momentum to barrel
down both Millicent and Draco, the sudden pulling sensation stopped her
dead still for a moment. She pushed ahead hard, yelping in surprise
when the tie about her waist inexplicably came loose. Horrified beyond
words, the shocked teenager wrapped her arms about her body as she fell
out of the robe, landing stomach-first on the stone floor wearing
nothing but her pink underwear and bra.
“Oh, Ginny…” Neville croaked, pouncing without a moment’s
hesitation. Kneeling down behind her, he lowered his partner’s homely
panties and undid his own garments in one fluid motion. Before the poor
girl had any idea what was going on, she was naked, and almost everyone
in the room could see the red tuft peeking out from below her upraised
bottom. Without further delay, he thrust his genitals forward,
miraculously finding the tight, fuzzy opening on first attempt.
Both Ron and his younger sibling stiffened up as she was
penetrated, each too absorbed in the gravity of the event to do
anything more. Had she actually been able to suffer a deflowering,
there would be no doubt that her brother would have lashed out and
fought to the death to protect her chastity. But, the tragic blow of
discovering his sister had already relinquished her maidenhead in a
meaningless fling with a mere crush seemed to have tempered his anger.
“So… warm…” the delirious Longbottom blithered, holding dearly
as Ginny unconsciously moved to her hands and knees in order to
counterbalance the force of his slamming shaft. She groaned as the
realization that not only was someone being intimate with her without
permission, but the most eclectic mix of her friends and enemies were
brazenly watching them go at it!
Neville erroneously took her vocalization for arousal, and allowed
a victorious chocolate-frog eating grin to spread across his face.
Ginny shrieked as his weight began to press further onto her back,
still too flustered to do anything more than grunt and wheeze in time
with their coupling. By the time his hands made their way to her
covered breasts, all the violated female could stand was to close her
eyes and let him have his way with her.
Ron was in as much of a daze as his sister, and in no position to
object anyway. Hermione, however, let out an audible gasp. Being far
from unendowed herself, the bushy-haired wizardress was still relieved
to find she had nothing to fear from her competition. The thoughts
flashed through her mind in an instant, almost unconsciously, once
again proving the wondrous complexity of her intellect. Even in such a
time of crisis, she was still adept at absorbing all useful data.
Ginny’s lover took a few seconds to master the clasp which kept her
twin mounds from view, but was finally successful after a particularly
deep lunge which left the fourth-year Gryffindor trembling. The pink
material fell away at once, releasing the teenager’s modest, but
beautiful orbs. Crabbe and Goyle in particular took a great deal of
interest in her now completely naked form, their eyes glazing over in a
manner that alerted Draco how perilously close he was to losing command
of the situation.
***
“Time to up the ante, eh?” he announced suddenly, voice proud and
meretricious enough to tear everyone’s attention away from the
debaucherous pair. Turning to his two goons, he halted for only a
moment to silently chastise himself for selecting clods so easily
distracted. “You two can break in the mudbood…”
Hermione had previously been complacent, but now the threat of
losing her purity flared up her most vile mood yet. “If you even think
about it…” she warned, trying instinctively to fetch a wand from her
robes. Goyle was too quick, however, pinning the limber student before
she could even remember that their weapons had already been
confiscated.
“Like I said…” Draco continued coolly, cupping the twin
protrusions in her robe while she turned away in disgust. “Show her a
good time, because *I* certainly won’t get that close to a half-breed.”
And, before Hermione could even get a word in edgewise, Goyle took
advantage of his boss’ liberty. Pinning his stunned hostage to the
wall, he opened wide and planted a very wet and messy kiss on her lips.
She attempted to fight back one last time, but Crabbe was already
nuzzling up from behind, his nose inhaling the scent off the nape of
her neck even as his thick hands began to caress her buttocks.
Realizing the bitter air of defeat, she gave herself up completely.
Draco watched the events unfolding with cautious interest, making
sure Ron was really too numb with arousal to make a move while he saw
to getting his own rocks off. In the short time it took him to cross
Dumbledore’s former office, his two cronies tore open and lowered
Hermione’s robes to the cold ground, leaving her clad in naught but an
irresistibly demure set of white undergarments.
Millicent allowed herself to step back for a moment, looking on at
her red-haired hostage with amusement. Just as he was about to slunk
down to the floor to console his anguish with the sight of his crush
getting violated in every hole, she whipped her wand out and planted it
painfully in his chest.
“Don’t think about trying any heroics…” she snapped coldly,
hiding behind a vaguely apprehensive smile. “We’re both going to watch
her get shagged, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The elder Weasley stared back at her, dumbfounded until a growing
sensation of heat began to form in his crotch. He didn’t really think
she would dare to use any type of charm on Little Ron, but couldn’t
very well risk it, either. “Poor Hermione…” he mused silently.
***
“You’ll do nicely.” Draco announced as he came closer to Luna, who
had not even thought of escape since her warder had ambled off to
ravish another. And even though her time to participate was drawing
near, the dotty girl appeared to be more interested in Ginny’s swaying
body than anything else.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed at being so ignored, so he brought his mouth
right to her ear. “I’m going to rail you so hard you won’t be able to
walk back up to Ravenclaw tower for a week!” he whispered delightfully,
drawing back to watch her expression.
“Okay…” Luna replied dreamily, at last turning attention to her
soon-to-be partner. Without even waiting for an invitation, she untied
her vestments and allowed them to drop, making clear she was one of the
few Hogwarts females who did not feel the need for an additional layer
of clothing over bare skin. The smarmy Slytherin was momentarily taken
aback by the display of such delightful features, and stood stupefied
long enough to fully take in her beauty.
Luna Lovegood was very attractively thin, and had obviously been
hiding a truly breathtaking body under her strange mannerisms. Her
apple-sized breasts were a bit larger than Ginny’s, but still unable to
compare with the way Hermione had filled out starting in third year.
However, the intoxicating manner in which her dirty-blonde hair
cascaded down in front framed each mound in an elegant golden flourish.
Down below, her vestal opening was just as amazing. The yellow
flower was neatly trimmed, leaving a mere tuft of fur above the
clitoris with the rest of her dainty furrow completely bare. A small
amount of wetness between her labia accented the scene, hinting that
while its addled master had not been paying attention to the erotic
setting, she was yet unconsciously responding to it.
“Here goes, then…” Draco broke in, addressing himself more so
than his nude mate as he rapidly undressed. Within a few seconds, his
cock had sprang out, looking rather menacing compared to Luna’s tiny
slit just a few centimeters away.
“Sure!” Luna said blithely, raiding a leg up in a dazzling display
of agility. “I can’t wait to see how it feels!”
Malfoy could only swoon at the thought of being her first
experience. Holding her leg graciously, he grabbed the wall and paused
only to let a wicked smile cross his face before shoving his dick
inside her moist tunnel.
The spry sorceress let out a small gasp of astonishment as her
cherry was taken, but nothing more while he slid in all the way to the
hilt. Instead, she focused not on the slight pain, but on the much more
pressing need of assimilating as much information on this forbidden act
as possible. Emboldened, she placed her hands atop Draco’s shoulders,
trying to push back against his thrusts in reciprocation.
“Daddy said I’d be sure to get a boyfriend if I dressed like
that…” Luna quipped aloud, smiling as her nipples began to harden
from the rapid contact with her lover’s chest.
Malfoy said nothing as he continued to fuck her frail form,
overwhelmed by the sensation of his member being enveloped in such
exquisite silk. He already knew he’d chosen the best pick of the lot,
and there would be *much* more to do once he was satisfied.
***
“Please…” Hermione groaned pathetically as her panties were
stripped away. “Don’t make me…”
“It’s too late now!” Crabbe chortled, undoing her bra and stuffing
it casually into a pocket. “You shouldn’t of crossed us…”
“No…” she pleaded, feeling the cool air begin to caress her
sizeable breasts. Goyle had bent down and parted her legs, peering with
undue interest at a sight not often beheld by students’ eyes — the
full, proud, pubic bush so common among muggle-borns. Intrigued, he
allowed his nose to sink into the floral cloud and inhale deeply the
scent of her honey. The enfeebled teenager cringed, but not nearly
enough to shake him off.
Instead, driven manic with lust, the hulking Slytherin stood up to
brandish an impressively large member. Hermione moaned as it began to
prod her vaginal lips, but offered no other resistance, knowing her
defilement was nigh. As the crown passed through her vice-like opening,
she shuddered, each tremble increasing in intensity as the shaft
invaded and stretched her vice-like hole. Finally completely within her
depths, Goyle looked down to his partner’s haggard face and smiled.
While Miss Granger had no maidenhead to impede his process, she had
been a virgin up until the massive phallus had bottomed out next to her
womb. Most of the Gryffindor girls had some way to tame their sexual
frustrations — most notably Lavender Brown’s recent crusade to cheer
Firenze up by staying after class and offering her loins to him. Padma
and Pavarti Patil were also well-known for sharing the same bed when no
boys were available to satisfy them. And, of course, there was Ginny
always offering her flesh up to older boys.
Hermione, however, was far too involved with her schoolwork and
constant mystery-solving with Harry and Ron to acquire a relationship.
As a direct result, she was by far the most frequent masturbator in the
entire house. Between lessons, she would sneak up to her room and climb
under the covers before rubbing herself to orgasmic glory. Her showers
in the Tower’s basement were always late in the morning, when there was
more privacy to give her intimate parts special attention.
Because of the incalculable intrusions her fingers had made into
the wet recess between her legs, (sometimes clutching a warm, vibrating
wand) the bushy-haired teenager had long since eroded away the symbol
of her chastity. Goyle had absolutely no idea of this, however, and
began pumping his frazzled mate with near-exhaustive vigor.
Trying to force his unwelcome penis out with her vaginal muscles
only served to increase the sensations, and eventually Hermione simply
fell limp, moaning each time her cervix was brushed by the bulbous
head. Her eyes fluttered closed to slits, and mind was nearly at the
point of unconsciousness to sit out the ravaging of her body when she
was rudely jerked back to cognizance by a sudden pressure on her butt.
“Oh, God… don’t!” she yelped loudly, but far too late. Her cry of
surprise served only to notify the room’s other members that Crabbe was
about to help himself to her rear passage. Hermione clenched her
sphincter tight, but was no match for the intruding brute. With an
exasperated grunt, she felt a second thick rod virtually split her
behind in two, sliding far inside her bowels.
***
Neville had wanted to bed Ginny Weasley ever since she had first
sidled up to his house’s table four years ago. That he had not only
been able to hold out so long for his first time, but also that she
still retained such a remarkably tight tunnel greatly surprised the
klutzy boy. All the same, he was not in any condition to hold out
forever, and the sight of his friend getting double-tapped just a short
distance away was too much to resist.
“Oh, man, Ginny…” he groaned, boldly giving not a whit of warning
that her slit was about to be inundated with creamy spunk. She had long
since stopped complaining about what was going on, and actually seemed
to be enjoying it somewhat now. Her skin was glistening with a fresh
coat of sweat even in such a damp setting, and the tiny nubs capping
her boobs were flushed and hard. Neville could almost swear her hips
were beginning to roll with him in time with each wheezing pant as her
nether opening opened and closed to welcome his pulsating erection.
He felt sorry to leave her hanging by exploding so soon, but it
couldn’t be helped. With an exhilarative shout, he grabbed his girl
even closer, squeezing the delicate, hanging bumps as he erupted in her
now-sopping pussy. Ginny seemed to quickly realize that she was being
inseminated for the first time ever, and started softly sobbing as each
load splashed gleefully inside her uterus.
As the wizardring world distrusted any muggle-made prophylactics,
the youngest Weasley had always been careful to instruct her lovers to
pull out at the crucial moment, willingly tolerating a helping of
greasy sperm in her pubes if it meant not studying for O.W.Ls next year
with a child growing inside her belly. Now, Ginny could feel nature’s
fire burning within, and a last regret that she had not even been able
to get off herself.
Exhausted and distressed, the slender witch fell back down on the
floor, taking great, heaving breaths as Neville continued to pump her
sopping box with his cock acting as an excellent stopper to ensure not
a drop of cum escaped her snatch. In a last-ditch effort to make up for
the egregious assault he’d just committed, Longbottom turned her over
once he finished ejaculating, not wishing to befoul her seraphic
genitals by allowing them to rest on the dirty ground.
Ginny willingly opened her mouth to receive his tongue just as his
softening member once again found its home in her twat. Soon, their
oral cavities were a mess of mingled saliva as fluids and flesh were
swapped in each other’s mouth. Becoming more and more turned on with
each passing second, the budding female threw her final worries to the
wind, allowing a gentle hand to make way down to her starving vee.
Even as Neville continued to thrust his flaccid prick into Ginny’s
gooey opening, the horny sorceress started frigging her clit right in
front of him, desperately seeking the orgasm which had just eluded her.
In her agitated state, coupled with the finesse of a practiced touch
and Neville’s vain attempts at more sex, the nerve endings in her
exposed privates lit up instantly. Engulfed in climactic halo, she
amorously grabbed his head and pressed it to her bosom, tears of
happiness streaming down both cheeks from the satisfaction.
***
“Aaaah, this is nice, Draco!” Luna soughed delightedly as the
Slytherin male continued to assail her with rough intercourse. The
sound of their privates slapping together was blatantly clear to all
present, even the two groggy teens who had just gotten their own rocks
off. Malfoy was more than a little bit concerned with Miss Lovegood’s
apparent stamina. He had been poking her dainty for close to ten
minutes, and she showed no sign of being close to the knee-buckler he
had expected from such a passion-deprived magician.
She was still graciously receiving every inch of his penis, even
though he would have forced it up her inviting hole were she kicking
and screaming in protest. Unable to see the conjoining of their organs,
Draco knew that her pink lips must have already turned a good shade of
crimson from the relentless pummeling he was inflicting. The thought of
marking his conquest so thoroughly, both inside and out, was enough to
give him a further boost of strength if only to dominate this foolish
Ravenclaw girl. He was determined to make her come first.
Contrary to everything he had so far strove for in this little
escapade — degrading the little upstarts who thought to even try and
resist Lord Voldemort’s increasing influence, Draco began to stimulate
Luna in every conceivable way possible. His hands, formerly devoted to
pinning the lithe female to the wall and keep her accepting his dick,
now moved down. One started tracing figure-eights across her chest, the
other feeling up the side of her slim rear end.
Luna took kindly to the additional attention straight away,
grinning broadly as all of her sacred areas were deliciously probed and
caressed. She responded instantly, blushing and breaking out in a coat
of perspiration to better facilitate their sliding forms. Draco almost
found himself moving in to kiss her, but stopped before she realized
it, and instead placed his mouth close by her ear.
“You’re fucking terrific…” he snarled in a fragile whisper. “I’m
going to bang you whenever I want now… won’t stand to share a piece
of arse like this with the rest of the commoners!”
“Ooh, a boyfriend!” she replied excitedly, resting her head on his
neck in a touching display of affection. “I knew listening to daddy
would mean good things…”
***
While Luna and Draco held out, Hermione was still being shafted,
both literally and figuratively. She was in the air now, supported only
by the two throbbing pistons of flesh that were alternately engorging
each of her unused orifices. “Uhhhnnn…” she moaned woozily, Goyle
pumping her quim so fast that both her thighs and pubic mound were
thoroughly drenched with love juices. “It’s so… *much*!”
Each of her captors took particular pride in the remark, knowing
they were well-hung enough to cause females from the other Hogwarts
houses to scamper away with a protective hand over their vaginas. Not
only that, but they were currently responsible for catapulting Harry
Potter’s squeeze into the adult sexual world. Thus invigorated, the two
began to pump their frail prize even harder.
A long, drawn-out sigh of approval signified that Miss Granger was
finally seeing another side to the intimate act. As Crabbe repeatedly
slammed his crotch into her butt, Goyle had to adjust stroke to
compensate for the additional force, finally directing his slick pole
to rub against Hermione’s previously forgotten clitoris.
“No… not there…!” she thought hurriedly, abashed at feeling
excited from what began as an assault. “If he does that, I’ll…”
She never got the chance to wonder what would have happened had he
brought her to orgasm, for no sooner did the notion cross her mind than
Goyle grunted hard, spraying her innards with his seed. Caught totally
off-guard, the spurts of warmth barely registered in her consciousness
until the climax was over, the selfish Syltherin sliding out with a
felicitous smirk.
Hermione had a good mind to tell him off for so rudely refusing her
even the courtesy of pulling out, but Crabbe had other ideas. Before
she could even speak, or think of covering up the sticky mess seeping
from her womb, he turned her to the wall and pushed forward with all
his might, pinning her there while his own dick pulsed and spasmed
mightily.
With barely enough time to put her hands up and brace herself, the
defiled student could only squirm as more hot cream entered her body,
this time well inside her rear. She tried tightening her worn muscles
against the white flow, but it was to no avail. The spunk continued to
pour into her backside, Crabbe gleefully pounding her ass as he came.
Exiting her depths without fanfare, the Slytherin male simply
panted in exasperation, covering up and joining his comrade a few feet
away. Hermione staggered, acutely aware everyone could see the cum
leaking from both holes. Too frazzled to actually do anything about it,
though, she slunk to the floor, sweaty and panting.
She immediately noticed Ron staring at her exposed privates, and
gave a flattered smile at the realization that he really enjoyed
looking at her body. Emboldened by what had just happened to her, and
fondly recalling the fleeting moment when she thought he might bring
her to a carnal explosion, Hermione allowed her legs to fall open,
revealing the warm, inviting gash that she wanted him to have. She gave
a gentle giggle as she did, giddy from the multitudinous sexual sights
and sounds surrounding her.
Having so far been left out of the afternoon’s proceedings, Ron
started off directly towards his bushy-haired crush with a glaze of
lust in his eyes. It pained him a bit to have watched the despoiling,
but this would be his chance to make her right again with the tender,
loving pace of someone she cared for. He was determined to bring her
the gratification she so deserved.
Millicent Bulstrode would have none of that, however. She had been
waiting for just this moment, and fancied nothing greater than bursting
in on the scene just as the two lovers began contemplating taking
matters into their own hands. As Weasley made the first step, she
pulled on the hood of his robes and stopped him dead in his tracks.
Surprised, Ron turned about, only to notice the bulky woman wasn’t
staring at him, but Hermione!
She seemed pleased patient to wait until the Gryffindor female
finally looked up at her, then let a smile of exquisite cruelty escape
from her lips. Granger looked up quizzically, and cold horror swept
over her face at what Ron’s captor wanted. Bulstrode calmly pointed her
wand once at Hermione, then again at her own crotch, licking her lips
in an acute display of lust.
***
Aghast, Hermione watched as the large Slytherin directed her prey
to undress her so that she, too, could enjoy the same liberties her
comrades were taking. Both females had their gazes fixed on poor Ron
when a sudden rasp of passion flowed from Luna’s lips.
The blonde teenager threw her head back, eyes closed to near-slits
as orgasm rippled through every inch of her loins. Foolishly amorous
towards the boy who very well would have raped her had she not been so
willing, Luna hugged her lover even harder, shuddering as each of his
thrusts made her vaginal tunnel quiver with rapture. Those that were
looking (even Crabbe and Goyle managed to glance over exhaustedly)
couldn’t help noticing the Ravenclaw girl’s sudden explosion,
especially the profuse leaking from her reddened slit.
Draco let loose a victorious grunt and then began fucking Miss
Lovegood with all his energy, slamming the petite girl so hard her wet
buttocks made slapping sounds against the chambers’ stone walls.
Although he was trying not to get too emotional and let his guard down,
the titillating brushing of Luna’s pert nipples against his chest was
becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. Throwing caution to the
wind, he pulled her close to his body as the first spurts of semen
rippled up his cock.
“Oh my…” she moaned breathlessly, resting her head on his neck.
“It’s so *warm*, Draco!”
“Yeah, that’s it…” Malfoy snarled, returning to his former self
the moment his partner became all lovey-dovey again. “Take it all!”
Whipping a hand between their grinding bodies, he grasped hold of one
of the blonde’s sweaty breasts and squeezed hard, bewildered to find
Luna erupt in a pleasurable cry instead of painful retreat as he had
expected.
Although not at all displeased in the act, Harry’s nemesis was more
than a little taken aback by how easygoing she had been with the whole
thing, and wanted very much to finish up as soon as possible. Slamming
her delicate quim with a few more vicious thrusts, Draco sneered as he
pulled out of her, leaving the poor adolescent gasping in midair for
someone to cuddle with. Even as her sopping hole poured out mixed male
and female juices, the svelte teenager reached out for her lover one
final time as she dropped slowly to the ground.
Luna found herself more tired than she could ever imagine as the
slick cylinder sloshed out of her dainty passage. In the wake of such a
spectacular orgasm, her entire body seemed spent and worn — even her
lungs ached from screaming so hard. As slumber took her, Malfoy knelt
down and spread the passed-out teenager’s legs wide open so that any
voyeurs could see proof of his defiling. It was quite a sight to see a
pussy leaking his cum that had been pristine only a short while ago,
even if it didn’t belong the prissy mudblood.
“Not bad at all…” Draco remarked slyly, standing up to stuff his
wilted member back inside his robes. He knew Luna was a little dotty,
but even *she* was ladylike enough to be a little embarrassed upon
waking up and realizing a whole bunch of people had enjoyed a long look
up her slimy cooze. With that fond thought, he turned around, anxious
to watch Weasley’s humiliation.
***
He had expected to see Millicent enthusiastically riding Ron, her
generous bulk oppressively slamming onto his prone form, but what
instead greeted his eyes was an oddly curious display of frazzled lust.
Bulstrode was seated against the wall, cloak and legs open gaily to
reveal a furry snatch that he would think about stooping to shag only
after consuming an unhealthy amount of butterbeer. Hermione was flat on
her belly right there, lapping at the hairy box with grudging volition.
Draco managed to stifle a chuckle at his companion’s secret desire,
and was, in fact, quite enjoying watching Granger degrade herself. Her
bushy hair bobbed up and down frantically as its master went to work,
drawing her tongue up and down the wet crack and occasionally stabbing
deep within for a taste of Millicent’s pink insides. Hermione tried to
conceal her expression of utter contempt for this act, but did not
manage to fool the watching Malfoy, which served to only humiliate her
further. This was far worse than giving a blowjob — which she had no
doubt she would be performing ere the end of the ordeal, but the ease
in which her inexperienced ministrations gratified the plump student
was certainly disturbing.
Laughing jovially, the sly blonde male began watching with intense
interest, making Hermione’s heart race as her mind pondered what he was
planning on doing to her. Her tongue began moving in an uncontrolled
frenzy, furiously thrusting inside Bulstrode’s pussy and eliciting
screams of delight from the rotund lesbian. Just out of the corner of
her eye, however, she noticed Draco’s gaze shifting from her face back
towards her exposed rear. It was mortifying to have no choice but to
let him look at her cum-streaked ass, but the only way out seemed to be
bringing Millicent off as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, Hermione discovered what had caught her onlooker’s
attention. With a gentle “Sorry, ‘Mione…” she felt a hard shaft once
again sheath itself in her dainty front passage, sliding in with little
effort thanks to the copious amount of man-lubricant already deposited
there. She arched her back and groaned, trying to pull away for only a
second before realizing it was Ron’s voice and humbly submitting.
“I’m sorry it had to be like this…” she thought lamentably,
gritting her teeth and closing her eyes to ride out the filling
pressure that was repeatedly entering and exiting her feminine chamber.
Bulstrode did not allow this long, and once realizing her sapphic lover
had been stolen away by a man immediately grabbed the back of her
mate’s head and stuffed it back between her legs. She couldn’t care
less if the two Gryffindors went at it the rest of the day, as long as
she got her own in the very near future.
Thinking along the same lines, Hermione went all out. Propping
herself on hands and knees to provide Ron a better angle for
lovemaking, she positioned her delicate fingers near the gaping quim in
front of her, preparing to take care of Millicent once and for all. As
the large girl moaned from reintroduction of the fleshy probe, her
erogenous soughs reached new peaks when a small army of tender digits
began to massage and stimulate every inch of her vagina.
Hermione lashed out at the other female’s crotch with vicious
energy, fingertips gliding across Millicent’s fat vulva and gooey hole.
When the sizeable woman started to tremble and quake with approaching
orgasm, she seized the jugular and began flicking the clitoris with
careless ease, receiving instant feedback in the form of an acute,
boisterous yelp of pleasure.
Only a few seconds later, the brunette discovered another of her
homosexual partner’s secrets. Bulstrode came hard, her sopping gash
squirting upwards into the surprised bookworm’s face. Determined to
complete her task, however, Hermione endured, continuing to lick and
poke until Millicent was but a quivering, satiated mass against the
wall. Her face and frizzy locks were completely drenched in scented
juices, but such concerns were already fading quickly away. She became
aware of the cock still jabbing her fertile womb, and finally allowed
herself to smile.
Ron had been vividly watching his girlfriend performing oral sex,
trying not to blow his was before she could at least feel something.
Now that Millicent was safely out of commission, he could go for broke.
Without any regard for the victimized girl’s ravaged passage, which
only too recently had been stretched wide by Goyle’s sizeable member,
he plunged into Hermione at nearly double the pace, slapping his thighs
against her behind loud enough to send her careening into a world of
bliss as her womanhood was properly stimulated for the first time.
Already their delirious intercourse was going noticed…
***
Ginny had been lying motionless for some time now, the sweat on her
body cooling most uncomfortably. She dared not attract attention to
herself, though, or risk getting screwed again by one of the three
Slytherins who would simply love to have their way with a young
redhead. Lolling her head to the side under Neville, who had thankfully
passed out soon after filling her up with cum, she watched her brother
lose his virginity, and couldn’t help but feel a twang of happiness at
the sight of the two lovebirds finally get together.
Her peace turned out to be short-lived, however. Crabbe and Goyle
roused at the sound of Hermione getting stuffed once again, quickly
peering around for a unoccupied maiden. Ginny and Luna were in close
proximity, and the only available candidates. With a audible gulp,
Virginia Weasley caught them approaching her and let out a weak sigh of
utter defeat.
Crabbe became her next mate, rolling Neville off with nary a bit of
effort. She guessed he was still dreaming about what had just
transpired, and really couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t his fault that
they were made to couple, and he *had* really enjoyed her most gracious
gift. Ginny would really have rather Longbottom crammed her twat again
than this ugly brute, but knew it was not meant to be.
He dragged her over to Dumbledore’s desk, depositing the naked
teenager at its base like a cord of firewood. Then, accompanied by
Goyle’s eagerness, the two rapidly cleared the table of the
Headmaster’s assorted odds and trinkets. Now with ample space to fuck
the two young women silly, the pair bent both Luna and Weasley over the
edge on opposite sides, feeling up their proud butts as the two
adolescents came face to face.
“Hi!” Lovegood proclaimed cheerfully, still looking a little tired.
Ginny was more haggard and worn than her comrade but still astonished
at the brunette’s nonchalant attitude, as if unaware there was a boy
with a very large penis behind her about to ram his shaft home in her
dripping box. “Well…” she continued thoughtfully. “I’ve never even
thought about it until now, but *we* might as well enjoy ourselves.”
And, before Ron’s sister could even father a response to the odd
statement, she found herself unconsciously parting her mouth to tango
with Luna’s tongue, swallowed in a daze of confusion as she made out
with the Ravenclaw female. Finally understanding what was going on,
Ginny made a motion to draw away, but Crabbe was holding her fast.
“Oh, come on…” Luna insisted, pressing her lips once again to
Miss Weasley’s. “They’re starting…”
Sure enough, Ginny immediately felt something hard and strong
pressing into the cleft that none had dared yet enter. She had
foolishly assumed that he would want a go at her used, but still
extremely inviting snatch, and was greatly alarmed to discover her
folly. As Crabbe hammered his dick inside her ass with just his own
seminal lubricant, she could only grip the sides of the wooden support
in earnest and hope to ride out this new abasement. In a desperate
attempt to draw her mind away from the anal pounding, the limber
fourth-year leaned forward as far as she could, this time thrusting her
own tongue into Luna’s oral cavity.
***
Ron was dimly aware someone was buggering his little sister, but
the warm vice gripping his prick was more than enough distraction to
keep the knowledge out of his mind. Hermione was reveling in the feel
of a loving cock in her slick hole, actually meeting his thrusts as he
slammed forward with all possible force.
Lost in feeling for the girl he’d long been infatuated with, the
redhead leaned forward, holding her legs open wider so he could see his
thick pole come into contact with her warm mound. She seemed to like
the amorous gesture very much, cooing most delightedly. Spurred on, Ron
started to kiss the nape of her neck as he continued to make love,
letting one hand drift around his partner’s body to cup the magnificent
breasts that had been the subject of his wet dreams since first
arriving at Hogwarts.
Hermione purred as he expressed his love for her, then even louder
as her nipples were excited by the unsophisticated adolescent’s
fumbling hands. Already her body was afire with gratification, and she
knew it would be difficulty to hold out much longer.
“I can’t… much longer…” Ron groaned, pausing for a second
before resuming the intimate dance.
“It’s all right, Ron…” Hermione returned gently, cheeks red and
flushed from the beaming expression on her face.
The male Gryffindor let out a sputtering grunt, and then proceeded
to spasm wildly, driving her easily to the brink of eruption. She let
out a rasp of passion as well, panting as her feminine tunnel gripped
his manhood firmly to coax the life-giving seed out. The two tensed
dramatically, Ron embracing his girl securely as his last bit of
strength gave out. With another virile utterance, he nestled himself in
as deeply as he pleased, jerking uncontrollably as his balls emptied a
load of spunk.
Hermione shrieked jubilantly as she came, feeling the familiar
sensation of her own flooding wetness along with the uniquely new one
she had only discovered that day — hot, greasy, ropes of sperm
shooting into her previously virginal uterus. The flames in her crotch
eventually died down as their pace slowed, and she managed to keep her
wobbly knees locked long enough to ensure that Ron was finished before
collapsing to the stone floor, gasping sharply as the loving rod was
pulled out of her quim.
“A splendid show, Granger!” Draco cheered sarcastically from his
new perch atop Dumbledore’s chair. “Almost makes me really want to
leave you alone this time. But, I think I’ll imbibe anyway… just for
old times’ sake…” Grinning deviously, he pulled a flap of his
garments aside, revealing a fresh erection for her to take care of.
As she rose to fellate Malfoy, Ron reached over and caressed her
smooth thighs, murmuring a groggy profanity.
“Don’t worry…” the cherubic female offered back in a whisper,
bending down and giving him a long, loving smooch. “After today, you’ll
be the only one who can have me…”
***
Ginny was still dealing with a man penetrating her most unfamiliar
area, though, and such luxuries as hope seemed a long way off. She
couldn’t help clenching her buttocks together as Crabbe helped himself
to her anal passage, knowing that it was only serving to enhance his
pleasure. Still heatedly making out with Luna, the youthful teen was
only somewhat aware of the pummeling going on behind her.
Lovegood, on the other hand, seemed to have adopted a strangely
blas?ttitude towards an unwelcome stranger having dirty sex with her.
Having watched as Draco took her cherry, Ginny was reasonably sure that
Luna was as chaste back there as she was, and was at a loss to explain
her friend’s blithe unconcern.
“You’re really good at this…” the golden-haired young lady
commented warmly, ceasing the tongue-dueling with Ginny to peck her
quickly on the lips. “Maybe we can… you know, get together… when
this is all over…”
Shocked by the girl’s candor, Ginny at once realized what she was
doing, and that there was a world outside of the Slytherins’
debaucherous gang-rape that she would eventually have to return to.
Abashed, she quickly drew back from her puzzled mate and folded her
arms across her chest to conceal her boobs, content to simply endure
the rest of the intercourse.
“Maybe I came on too hard…” Luna pondered idly, holding the sides
of the table as Ginny had done before to steady herself. Her thoughts
were cut short just as crisply, however, as Goyle started to fuck her
extra hard, making a plethora of manly noises as he shot the
youngster’s bowels full of semen. “Oooh… there it goes!” she
announced, not missing a beat.
“Uhhh… what?” the embarrassed redhead asked quizzically,
stiffening right afterwards as Crabbe slammed all the way in, nearly
driving the hilt through worn sphincter. Finished as well, he slid out
of her anus and grabbed his tool in a zealous fashion, energetically
stroking himself over Ginny’s doubled-over form. Thankful that he was
at least refraining from spoiling her innards, she let her head sink to
the ground so Luna couldn’t catch the expression of utter revulsion.
Decorating her backside with white goo, the hulking male blasted
his hot cream all over Ginny’s flesh. Most landed wetly on her bottom,
but a few arced upwards high enough to splatter innocently on her back
and shoulders. Sensing the greasy fluid seeping into her skin caused a
shudder of disgust to ripple through the teenager’s battered frame.
Exhausted, she leaned to the side and sunk towards the floor, hearing a
similar thud as Luna joined her a moment afterwards.
“Here, let me clean you up…” the Ravenclaw witch offered, and the
youngest Weasley could already hear her crawling over…
***
“You know what to do, mudblood…” Draco cackled, clutching a tuft
of Hermione’s hair just as she knelt down in front of him. Annoyed, but
far from hurt, she simply accepted the treatment, opening wide to allow
his stiffness to pass between her succulent lips. Malfoy moaned
uncharacteristically as his shaft was caressed by the defiled girl,
catching himself only after she had already taken most of the meat
inside her mouth. More angry at himself than anything for losing
command of the situation, he pulled her head even further onto his
cock, grunting as the head plunger even deeper.
Hermione struggled at first to prevent him from fucking her throat,
but just as soon acquiesced. He was much stronger than she was, of
course, and also had a wand held ready in one hand. With great
reluctance, the shy girl relaxed her gullet and let him proceed, nearly
choking just to oblige the long cylinder. Thus affirmed of control,
Draco yanked her thick mane violently, shoving his tool inside hard
enough to force the shapely Gryffindor’s cheeks to bulge outwards in
weak protest.
“I knew you’d be good at this…” he snarled, back to his old self
upon seeing Hermione’s muffled pleas for him to ease back. He did
nothing of the sort, however, instead continuing to feed her his wicked
instrument and cast his gaze around the room to try and find more ways
of rejuvenating the orgy. All three of his henchmen appeared to be too
depleted to participate any longer, but Luna and Ginny appeared to have
discovered something between the two of them that was rather
titillating.
The brunette’s request to cleanse her redheaded friend’s privates
had apparently gone uncontested, for the lithe sorceress had thrown
aside all pretenses of resisting the charms of another woman. Ginny was
sitting astride Luna, gleefully pressing her sparse muff against a most
pleasurable of surfaces. Miss Lovegood was darting her tiny tongue all
along her mate’s erogenous zones, seemingly content to merely bring
pleasure to another while her own girlhood went unfulfilled. With a
shout and shudder, Molly Weasley’s only daughter let her eyes flutter
closed, mouth open in ecstasy as she poured sweet honey out all over
her first female lover.
“Good show, Ginny!” Malfoy snickered with obvious glee towards the
mayhem his little scheme had set into motion. “Now, go make that pretty
mouth of yours useful and suck your brother off…”
The crimson-haired teenager gaped in horror at his suggestion, the
afterglow of her orgasm quickly souring. Turning to him, she spat back
a look of explicit incredulity. Draco said nothing at first, and simply
drew Hermione’s hair away from the side of her face to Ginny could see
a good deal of the lewd union. “Do it, or you’ll be next…”
Quickly chastened by the thought of giving head to the domineering
tyrant, she immediately obeyed and sped over to where Ron lay, her
pussy dripping sensually the entire trip. “I hope he doesn’t get any
ideas…” she wondered, taking only a moment to lay on her stomach
between her brother’s legs before slurping on his flaccid spike.
“Ginny… don’t…” the logy male broke in quickly, stirring at
once upon realizing there was a willing female at his crotch and the
perfumed scent below could only have come from one person. “Don’t
listen to him…”
“Oh, hush!” she snapped back, consuming his entire length for a
second before pulling away, watching in satisfaction as it grew
substantially from the treatment and tasting just a hint of the
feminine musk that she had come to know from Luna’s body. “If I have to
do it, it might as well be with you!”
Groaning in resignation, Ron allowed his little sibling to suckle
his manhood, resisting the urge to force her head down as Draco had
done to increase the building ecstasy. His reward for letting Ginny
take her time and adjust to performing the intimate act was an even
greater pleasure than Malfoy could hope to coerce from an unwilling
Hermione.
“Wow, he’s big…” she thought to herself, keeping one hand wrapped
firmly around the base to keep him from moving as she went down on his
mighty staff. “It’s more than Michael’s!” Ginny had taken care of her
old boyfriend orally for some time before letting him screw her, and
was experienced enough to know what to do. The coating of warm sperm
and Hermione’s wetness took some getting used to, as she had never
offered to let the Corner boy finish in her mouth, but Ron’s larger
size in comparison to her last fling was even more surprising!
“You’ve been holding out on me…” she whispered seductively,
taking only a quick break to give him a loving top-to-bottom lick. He
breathed in precipitously, and almost went to chastise her again for
enjoying this act, forbidden above all that had took place over the
course of the day, but the angelic baby blue eyes staring back at him
stilled his voice. With a satisfying murmur, Ginny kissed the head of
his prick and resumed her skilled ministrations.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was more or less primed to erupt from the extreme
friction of Hermione’s pharynx exciting his bulging member. She was
still emitting dampened sobs as he rammed her esophagus, but luckily
had not long left to endure. Just as her eyes began to bulge from the
effort it was taking to respire, Draco grimaced and wrapped a second
arm around her neck.
A voluminous load of semen began to deluge Miss Granger’s throat,
and she furiously made an effort to swallow it all as he held his cock
firmly inside her. When Hermione started to show signs of choking,
though, he yanked his spasming peter out. Precisely when she thought
the ordeal was over at last, the evil Slytherin impelled on her one
last abasement, smearing white goo all over her face before letting her
slide away.
“Can’t even swallow proper!” he teased relentlessly, squeezing his
shaft to let the last bits of cum splash onto her hair. “You could
learn a lesson from those two!”
Indeed, Ginny Weasley was putting on an excellent demonstration, at
least for those alert enough to be watching. She continued to bob her
head up and down, all the while oblivious to the thoughts racing
through her brother’s head.
“Uhh… I can’t… resist…” Ron gulped, caressing his familial
partner’s maroon locks. Ginny beamed as she kept on going, anticipating
the imminent influx of hot spunk about burst out. That merest gesture
sent Ron over the brink instantly, forcing him to shoot wads of greasy
cum down his sister’s willing throat. She complied as best as she
could, pulling away and continuing to whack his bulging shaft when the
white cream proved too much to handle. The remainder of her brother’s
seed splashed harmlessly on her lips and cheeks, glistening for only a
moment before the eager redhead licked it off herself.
“You were… the best, Ginny…” Ron panted, rubbing her chest
affectionately as she curled on top of him. He was just pondering if
she would let him fuck her to return the favor when the familiar sound
of an alohamora spell being incanted informed the room’s occupants that
the revelry was finally over.
***
“It seems I’ve underestimated you, Malfoy…” Professor Umbridge
drawled, stepping over the threshold into Dumbledore’s former office.
Draco instantly stood up and re-tied his robes, worried that he’d let
the shenanigans get out of hand by participating in them himself. One
of his hands was still firmly gripping a wand, though, and the elder
woman was satisfied in his mastery of the situation.
“For once, you have bought me enough time alone with Mister Potter
and learn the whereabouts of Sirius Black.” she continued, trying very
hard to hide how pleased she was with herself. “Though I must say that
he was quite resistant to my own sorcery. I had to draw upon the aid of
another one of your lot, who was thankfully very susceptible to
suggestion…”
Umbridge stepped aside of the doorway, and allowed both of her
charges to saunter in. Both looked completely stoned, although Harry
radiated a queer sense of strength even through the drugged haze. Cho
Chang, however, couldn’t keep from constantly smiling and pawing at
him. She was clearly out of her gourd, and every slightest movement
allowed her cloak to sway open to reveal the source of her bubbly
demeanor.
The oriental girl was completely nude under that first layer of
clothing, and a thin dribble of semen was dripping down each of her
thighs. Harry’s stuporous expression now made perfect sense to Ron and
Hermione, who were both saddened that he had betrayed the Order for
sex, even if it was under duress.
“Well, I see you’ve made *constructive* use of your time…”
Umbridge went on with a hint of a snicker. “I assume Snape has seen to
teaching you how to obliviate, correct?”
“Yes, Professor!” Draco chimed in, furiously motioning behind him
for his three cohorts to rise and look important. “I’ll make sure
everything is taken care of.”
“Excellent.” she replied dryly. “There is a lot of work to be done
today. And oh…” she trained off, suddenly turning her nose at
something in the air. “Please do something about the smell in here.
It’s a bit… unprofessional for a Grand Inquisitor, don’t you think?”
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In which Melissa violates her curfew. and as punishment is placed in the family pillory on the front lawn for the next two days. And after she is put out, her disgruntled younger brother plays a counting game with her with some of his lunch, before heading off to school.
Author’s note: As a wise man once said, “Specificity is the soul of all good communication.” I must admit that I mis-communicated in part one. I was using the term stocks, when what I actually meant was pillory. I hope my readers can forgive me my error. Additionally, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. While I think I know where this story is going, my characters have begun to surprise me a bit.
MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 2
After a couple of minutes the spasms subsided, but the pressure inside her didn’t abate, she had to get these things out of her. She got her feet back under her rear, she was still bent at the waist, but she no longer thought she was in danger of falling while in the pillory, and hurting herself. She started trying to push the carrots out, like she was going to take a huge crap right in the front lawn, but she couldn’t get anything going from this angle. She shifted from one foot to the other, and felt that the plastic baggie was still poked halfway into her ass, and she couldn’t do anything to work it free.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless struggles, the front door opened, and her mother stepped out, she walked in front of her daughter, and looked down at her critically, then her nose wrinkled.
βOh, Lord, you smell like a toilet already.β
She disappeared around the side of the house,and was gone for a moment, she came back dragging the hose, the pistol grip in one dish-glove clad hand, and several coils of green hose in the other. She stood back, and sprayed Melissa in the face with a heavy stream of cold water. The cold was shocking, and drove any hint of arousal from Melissa’s body, she began to cramp even harder around the knot of carrots her brother had fed into her ass one by one, and it wasn’t helped when, after she was done thoroughly dousing her daughter’s face, Sharon began to work her way around, playing the strong blast of cold water up and down her body. When she reached the the back, she didn’t stint her daughter’s pussy and ass. She had been spraying the cold water directly at her daughter’s pussy when she noticed the baggie stuffed into Melissa’s ass.
βWhat have you gotten yourself into already?β she sniffed as she pulled the bag out. βHonestly.β
Suddenly one of her mother’s dish-gloved fingers was jammed up her ass past the second knuckle, this got a grunting groan from Melissa.
βThe little shit stuffed a whole bag of carrots up there, Mom!β
The finger was whipped out of her ass, and her mother was in front of her in an instant, two hard slaps rang against her face.
βI am not your mother, and I will not have you speak of a member of this household so. If you must address me, you may call Mrs. Donnelly, Mam, or Mistress, do you understand?β
βYes, Mam.β said Melissa meekly.
βNow, do you want those things stuffed up there for the next two days? Believe you me, they won’t get any more comfortable.β
βNo, Mam.β
βThen you’ll do as I say.β Melissa saw her mother stripping off a glove as she walked around behind her again. She felt the glove laid across her back, like it was some kind of end table, and the gloved finger returned, as she heard her mother muttering under her breath.
βI’m going to have to talk to that boy about his nutrition…β
She poked around in there for a while, and as she did, Melissa’s sense of shame deepened, her mother was treating her like some kind of chore, not necessarily unpleasant, but simply workaday, like laundry or vacuuming.
βThose are really in there… I guess there’s nothing to it but this.β
And with that, the questing finger was removed, and suddenly the rough metal of the nozzle of the hose pistol was pressed to her anus.
βWha!β Melissa squeaked as cold water flooded her already stretched and cramping bowels. She could feel the icy water blaze a trail past the carrot blockade and run a deep twisting path through her guts. The water was relentless, it just kept coming, the hose on full, she felt like her belly was filling up, becoming huge and swollen like Tanya’s had been when she was pregnant, and it was so cold, she began to shiver all over as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
Suddenly the water stopped, and the nozzle was removed, and Melissa began to push out the flood that had entered her body.
βNot yet!β snapped her mother as she quickly replaced the nozzle with the dish-glove she had removed, stuffing it roughly into her ass. The glove felt huge, stretching her sphincter and sealing it at the same time, as nearly the whole thing was wadded up and stuffed in.
βYou hold all that in, while I go get what we really need.β and with that, her mother disappeared back inside the house.
Melissa shivered from the cold, her nipples hard as rock, and for once, not from any kind of arousal, no blush, no matter how fierce could warm the cramping cold inside her guts. A cold slow trickle made its way past the glove and ran down her legs. A morning bird began to sing in the tree above, and Melissa hated it for existing. Her restrained hands clutched in tight fists. She hurt too much to cry.
She saw her mother reappear in the kitchen, placing the mop bucket in the sink and running water into it, and she seemed to have another, smaller pail from somewhere with several items in it, one of them looked like a comically large syringe.
As she came out, Melissa saw that her mother had rolled up her sleeves, and had donned what looked to be elbow length latex gloves, a pail in each hand, The mop bucket obviously heavy and full of steaming sudsy water. Mom went straight behind her and set to work, unpacking the other pail. She heard several things set on the ground, and a distinctive βdingβ as a the kitchen timer was placed sharply on the top of the pillory.
βNow,β her Mom began, βyou’re never going to be able to push anything out standing like that. You need to work your feet forward, and squat down, arching your back as you do, DO NOT begin to push until I remove the glove, do you understand?β
βYes, Mo…Mam, Mistress.β
βGood, now start moving your feet.β
Melissa was able to do as her mother had instructed, taking short steps forward, and squatting down as she did so. It put some pressure on her back and neck, but she had been in the same position for nearly two hours, and even this small change felt like a relief. She felt the bucket placed under her lowered ass, and suddenly, in a single tug, the dish-glove was whisked away, and the need to void her bowels was undeniable.
Melissa felt and heard the water pour out of her in a rush, the overwhelming pressure relieved, there was also a satisfying plink, plink, plink, as some of the carrots were expelled in the rush, She gasped and panted, thinking that it was over, but less than a minute later, she felt her insides spasm again, and another rush of water and a few carrots more shot out out of her ass and into the waiting bucket.
βThat water is filthy, I thought I told my daughter to go to the bathroom again, this morning.β her mother complained, βWe’ll just have to take care of this now.β
Her mother took the bucket, and Melissa saw her carry it to the front of the house, and dump it behind her azalea bushes.
βWe’re going to have to open you up a bit to get them all outβ her mother declared when she returned, and Melissa heard something make a spurting noise, like the catsup bottle when it was running low.
βAlright, stand back up.β
As she did she felt her motherβs fingers at her asshole again, they were smoother, thinner without the dish-gloves, and they were also slippery, the first one slipped in smoothly, easily without resistance. Her mother’s finger was warm after the cold rush of water. The finger began to pump itself in and out of her ass, and was quickly joined but another, and then a third. The third one hurt a little bit, especially when they were in deep, near the knuckles, but when they were all the way in, she could feel her mother’s pinky brush against the bottom of her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes, and Melissa started to warm up, starting where her mother’s finger kept brushing, brushing, brushing her. The pinky suddenly joined the first there fingers, just the tips of all four were as tight as the three all the way in, and as her mother slowly increased the pressure, pushing the four fingers ever so slowly deeper and deeper, she began to rotate her wrist, twisting the fingers back and forth drawing gasps and groans from Melissa.
The fingers were removed, and then there was a long slow sucking sound from behind her, and a few drops of warm water sprayed her back, and then Melissa felt something hard, wet and warm press against and then into her recently stretched anus.
βHere it comes.β her mom’s voice was a little muffled, kind of like when she was hanging clothes to dry, and had a clothespin in her mouth when she talked.
Warm water, that felt almost scalding, in contrast with the cold hose water, flooded her. Melissa realized that it must have been from the large syringe thing she had seen. But that thing was huge, bigger around than my wrist, she thought, Oh God, what have they done to me?
The syringe held a lot of water, but not nearly as much as had been pumped in her with the hose. The warmth filled her, beginning to chase away the chills. Then the tapered end of the syringe was removed with a sucking pop, and just as quickly, something cold and round and smooth took its place in her contracting sphincter. It must have tapered, but it got broader quickly, and soon was the size of the syringe nozzle had been, but Melissa’s mother kept pushing it harder.
At Melissa’s squeak of pain, her mother piped up, βSorry dear, it’s the smallest one we had.β
Just as Melissa thought she would be split in two, the butt plug snapped into place. Melissa realized just what it was as it did, she had seen pictures of them on Amazon.com, but she never understood what people would do with them. As she heard her mother twisting the kitchen timer, she thought, wait, she said ‘smallest one we had’ just how many do we have?
She felt her mother’s gloved hand slide down her bare, exposed slit, and she shuddered.
βYou are a beautiful young lady,β her mother said in a considering tone of voice, βI bet all of the boys are after you, and probably some of the girls.β
The hand stopped at the hood of Melissa’s clitoris and started working on it, coaxing it out from its hiding place. Melissa’s shock of her mother working on her like that was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, somehow Mom was even better at this than Marcus. When her mother’s amazing fingers finally worked their way inside her pussy and encountered her maidenhead, they stopped suddenly in surprise.
βOh my, I guess none of those boys have caught you yet! Hmmmm?β There was a pause, thinking, βI’ll be right back, don’t you go any where!β She said with a merry chuckle. There was a rustling, and then her mother went back inside the house, and into the kitchen. Melissa noticed that her mother wasn’t wearing her apron, which was usually a permanent fixture unless there were visitors, or she was going out. She could have sworn her mother had been wearing it when she came out.
Melissa stood there in the pillory for a few long minutes, her horniness receding as the need to void her bowels became more pronounced. The ticking of the kitchen timer served as a reminder of how long she had been holding the load of soapy water. The plug in her ass felt huge, but not nearly as invasive as the mass of carrots had been, she thought that there were at least a few still inside her. She couldn’t believe how hard she had come from her brother doing that to her, it was only the second one she had ever had, it had felt so good and wrong at the same time. What did it say about her that she was the kind of girl that could get off by having her little brother stuff carrots into her ass on her front lawn? What was wrong with her? And then her mother, playing with her pussy like that! Her own virgin daughter’s pussy.
And just like that, thinking of her mother’s hands, touching just right, sliding, slipping, teasing, she felt her nipples stiffen again, and started to think of her mother’s slender but strong hands on them as well, skilled, precise, knowing exactly what to do. She wanted those hands all over her, she wanted…
BUZZZZZ-DING! Went the kitchen timer, interrupting her fantasy, and bringing her back to the reality of her punishment. She was naked, in the front yard of her house, bent over in a heavy wooden pillory, her ass and pussy facing the street, a public invitation to anyone passing by to do what they willed with her, her bowels full of water, a butt plug holding everything in, and she felt like she needed to take a crap like nobody’s business.
She heard an approaching car, she knew that there had been others, people heading to work and such, but she had been distracted with her brother and then her mother too much to worry about them. She heard the car slow down and come to a stop on the street behind her, her stomach wilted, here it comes, a stranger to rape me, to take my maidenhead, to ruin me for my husband, but then the car drove off down the street.
She felt so relieved, but there was also a sense of…what? Longing? Disappointment? Maybe it was better to go ahead and get it over with, but the idea of some stranger being her first hurt so bad. What if she got pregnant like Tanya had. She imagined herself waddling through school, her belly swollen and huge. She suddenly wished that she had paid more attention in health classes, and the whole cycles of fertility thing. She was trying to count the days backward to her last period when her mother came back out, she was sliding the long latex glove back onto her right hand.
βIt looks like time’s up on that load.β She said like it was a load of laundry, βAlright scooch yourself forward, and let’s get the bucket under you.β
Her mother had her stop when she was about halfway down and began to work on the butt plug, it was in there really tight, and at her mother’s coaxing, Melissa forced herself to relax as her mother tugged. When it finally popped loose, her mother kept it tightly pressed in until her ass was as far down over the pail as it could go. Soon two inches of foul water and a couple more carrots were floating in the bottom of the pail. This made the trip to the azaleas as Melissa stood up again.
βWe’ll just have to keep going until it comes out clean.β said her mother, βYouβll appreciate this in case anyone is particularly fond of going ass to mouth, which can be no picnic if you aren’t ready for it.β
What the hell?
Melissa’s questions were lost, as the refilled syringe intruded itself into her again, and Melissa could have sworn that her mother had jammed it even further up her ass this time. When she grunted with pain all she got from her mother was a quick βDon’t be a baby! This is nothing.β
Her bowels refilled, and butt plug snugly back in place, Melissa felt a damp dish towel begin a thorough cleaning of her ass and pussy, and then down her legs where used liquids had dripped. And then, the hands were back, her mother’s incredible, talented, gentle hands.
They. Were. Amazing.
Melissa realized that what she thought of as Marcus’s magic hands were the crude fumblings of a child next to her mother’s expert ministrations. She no longer had any questions as to where her mother learned her way around another woman’s vagina, she didn’t care, all she wanted was more. And she got it, she got it as her mother’s hands held her wide, and her tongue went in deep. The only thing that kept her knees from buckling was the thought that it would move her pussy away from her mother’s tongue. After exploring her pussy as far as it could reach, the tongue worked its way to her clit, and when her mother’s lips closed around it , and began to gently suck on the tiny nubbin Melissa came for the second time that morning.
But Melissa’s orgasm wasn’t a signal for her mother to stop, if anything, she redoubled her efforts, her mother’s tongue lashing her pussy, a warm arm reaching around her left thigh so the hand could reach her clit at the same time, and a finger of the other hand began to trace circles around the butt plug. Melissa could barely do the ‘rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time’ trick, this kind of multitasking was beyond her, all she knew was that rather than fade, another wave of her orgasm was building, and about to crash ashore. Inarticulate noises came from her mouth, unable to express her feelings in anything more advanced than primal grunts and moans.
She was building to another peak, her mother’s mouth, the fingers, the butt plug, the pressure of the enema, all working in concert to a crescendo, the wave was about to crash, and just as it did, like a master conductor, her mother took her swollen clitoris between her teeth and bit down sharply, interweaving sudden excruciating pain with the overwhelming pleasure, mixing the two together to the point that Melissa couldn’t tell where the pleasure stopped, and the pain began.
βHuuuuuNNNNHHHHHHHH uhn, uhn, uhn, uhnHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!β the gasping choking scream tore from her, releasing a knot of fear, and shame that had been twisting in her gut for the last twenty four hours.
As she was gasping for breath she heard the ‘DING!’ of the timer, and was able to finally pant out, βoh…god…Mo-Mistress…what did…you do to me?β
βOh, you poor thing, what makes you think that was about you?β There was a sharp stinging slap of a gloved hand on her exposed ass, βlet’s get this water changed, and see if you are starting to clear out. Time’s-a-wasting, and I can’t start the laundry until this is finished.β
As Melissa again emptied herself into the bucket, she was shocked at her mother’s lack of interest, lack of caring of the earth shattering orgasms that she had delivered to her own daughter. It made her feel like a thing, what had felt like sudden, explosive, sexual enlightenment was reduced to, to she didn’t know what, but it made her feel small and unimportant inside.
As the syringe went in, even (gasp!) deeper again this time, and the water flooded her, her mother said, βWell, Miss ‘This Is All About Me’, it seems that you have been out here all morning taking from people, and not giving anything back.β There was another stinging smack on her ass as the butt plug popped back into place. βWhat do you know,β she continued, βabout giving pleasure to other people? I know you couldn’t have done too much for that boyfriend of yours, what with your cherry unpopped, and you squealing like a little piggy any time someone so much as touches your ass.β This was accompanied by several more sharp slaps on her ass, one of them grazing the butt plug.
βDo you let him kiss you, this boyfriend of yours?β Smack!
βYes, Mistress!β
βWith tongue?β Whack!
βYes, Mistress!β
βYour tits, does he get to touch them too?β Smack!
βYes Mistress!β
βDo you let him suck on them?β Smack! βPlay with you nipples?β Thwack!
βYes, Mistress! Yes!β
βHave you let him go down on you? Eat you out?β Whack! Smack!
βY-Yes Mistress! Once Mistress!β
βAnd did you liiiiike it?β Whap!
βYes, Mistress! A lot, Mistress!β
Melissa found the confessions both liberating and shameful at the same time, here she was, screaming her sexual history out at the top of her lungs to her mother, in her front yard for anyone, everyone to hear.
βAnd that,β her mother said, punctuating it with another flurry of blows to her now red and stinging ass, βwas what he did for you! What did you do for him?β
βI sucked his dick, Mistress!β
βWhat?β Whack! Slap! Smack!
βI SUCKED HIS DICK!β
βAnd did he enjoy it?β Thwack!
βHE SAID I WAS AMAZING! THE BEST! THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!β
The assault on her rear suddenly ceased, and in the silence Melissa could almost hear her screamed words echoing up and down the street, it felt like her face flushed as bright red as her ass must be.
βWell now,β said her mother, back again in a normal tone of voice, βwe’ll see about that.β
She moved around in front of Melissa, her full skirts rustling, the empty pail in her hands. Her mother placed the upturned pail on the ground a little to the side, and placed one sensible shoed foot on it. And then, right in front of her daughter’s face, she raised her skirts, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
Mom goes commando? Was the first wayward thought that crossed Melissa’s mind, then: She’s PIERCED! And her mother was, a heavy golden ring pierced the hood of her clitoris horizontally with a small ball on the loop perched in the center, resting against her large exposed clit. It must rub it all day long!
βYou may quite the little cocksucker, but let’s see if you can do anything with a cunt. Get in there!β And with that, Melissa’s mother shoved her pussy forward, and into her daughter’s face. βLet’s see if that tongue of yours is good for anything useful.β
The angle was bad, and hard on her neck, but with an instinct developed over a lifetime, she found herself obeying her mother’s commands. For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman. She could run her tongue around and over her mother’s piercing, the ring ticking and clacking against her teeth, she lifted it aside with her tongue and held it up with her upper lip so she could run her tongue under the hood and around her mother’s clit. Her tongue then worked it’s way down to the top of her mother’s pussy. Her mother had heavier labia than she did, and from this angle she couldn’t get her tongue in very far.
βThat’s good, keep going…β her mother cooed as she tilted her hips forward to give her better access. Her mother’s pussy was getting wetter, but she didn’t know if it was from her saliva, or her own secretions. Her nose filled with her mother’s scent, her mouth with her taste, cleaner and more subtle than Marcus’s, she took her mother’s clit into her mouth and began to suck, even as her tongue played with the ring, pulling it, turning it.
βThat’s good, Marcus wasn’t half wrong about you.β her mother praised as she pulled away. A long string of saliva curved from Melissa’s mouth to her mother’s pussy for a second, shining in the morning sun. It lasted for just an instant, as beautiful as a rainbow, before it broke and was gone.
βLet’s get you a better angle for this.β and her mother turned around, taking the pail with her. She bent over, hiking up the back of her skirts, and placing both of her hands on the pail, putting herself in nearly the same position as her daughter. With a sigh she pushed her ass and pussy back into her daughter’s face.
βNow you can get in deeper,β she called, βand don’t forget my asshole either, I for one keep myself nice and tidy back there.β
Melissa went back to work, like a starving woman at a king’s feast, she plunged her tongue into her mother’s cunt, as deep as she could, and although no one was doing anything to her, she felt her nipples begin to tighten, and moisture trickle from her own sopping pussy. Oh God, I’ getting off on being forced to eat my own mother’s pussy. Wait she called it her ‘cunt’, my Mom said ‘cunt!’ This struck her as funny, and she found herself suppressing a giggle as she moved up, and started to lick her mother’s puckered asshole. First with long up and down strokes, then with circles around the hole itself. She tasted nothing foul, just her mother’s flavor, and the tiniest bit of soap.
All this time, her mother kept up a steady stream of encouragement, suggestions, and pleased moans, that Melissa found herself following and responding to instinctively. Without hesitation, Melissa plunged her tongue into her mother asshole. It was tight, and resisting at first, but it immediately relaxed, allowing her to tongue it nearly as freely and deeply as her mother pussy. Melissa felt her own stinging ass clench around the heavy plug, in both sympathy and pleasure. It was the only external stimulation she was receiving back there, and she began to shift her weight and hips back and forth, trying to get more.
Melissa began alternating from asshole and pussy, plunging her tongue in as deep as it could go into each, back and forth, back and forth, until her jaw ached, and she thought she would get a cramp in her tongue, she backed off, starting to simply lick broad strokes up and down, she saw that her one of her mother’s hands had come back to join her, and was working her clitoris in tight fast circles. Melissa wished her hands were free, she wanted to explore her mother’s pussy, her mother’s cunt, to get to know it like her brother had hers, but most of all, she wanted her hands free, so she could see to her own growing need, she needed to frig herself senseless, and didnβt know if she had a large enough hairbrush, she thought that she may have to go with her curling iron.
Her mother began to shudder, and and let out a series of surprisingly low moans, and her slender but strong hand shot out, and grabbed Melissa’s chin, guiding her back to her pierced clit. Melissa began to suck on it, as her mother went back to bracing herself on the bucket with both hands. Melissa sucked on her mother’s clit, as her mother continued to moan and jerk, her head got pushed back in the hole of the pillory as her mother pushed back with her ass, mashing her in place. As her mother subsided, she pulled away, and eased herself down on the ground for a minute. They both were panting, gasping for air, Melissa in the pillory, her mother on the front lawn, on her side, her dress askew up to her waist, as exposed as her daughter.
βWell,β said her mother between heavy breaths, βMarcus may know what he’s talking about after all.β
The kitchen timer had gone off somewhere in the middle of all that, but neither had noticed. Her mother slowly got back to her feet, and smoothed out her skirts, brushing off red ceadar chips that clung to them. She took the bucket back around and had Melissa squat over it again.
βI think that’s about as clean as we’re getting you back there, but I think we’re still missing some carrots.β her mother said as she returned from the azaleas. There was the squirting sputtering noise again, and the butt plug returned, but this time, Melissa’s mother didn’t simply pop it into place, but instead, the began to work the thickest part in and out, over and over, stretching her abused sphincter to its limits. As one hand worked the bulbous butt plug back and forth, the other hand again began working it’s magic at her pussy, and soon Melissa’s squeaks of pain became something else as the pain of her abused ass mingled in the sexual pleasure she was receiving from the hand on her cunt. The steady rhytnm of the plug slowly increased, as did the circles being run around her throbbing clit. Suddenly the plug was pushed all the way inside, and she felt her abused muscles start to relax around it, but only for a second, when it was wrenched from her a final savage time. It came free with a slurping pop, and her mother tossed it to the ground before Melissa’s eyes. It was enormous! Slick black latex, frothy with her juices and whatever her mother was using for lube, shaped like a pear, but even bigger that the largest one she had ever seen, the base was reinforced with metal, and there was a D-ring set into it to give someone a good grip if needed.
Melissa twitching, violated asshole gaped wide, suddenly empty, after what felt like hours with one thing or another crammed in there. Melissa felt so vulnerable, more exposed than ever. Then her mother’s pussy slicked, gloved right hand moved up, and a wedge of all four fingers and thumb pushed their way into the pulsing, gaping opening of Melissa’s asshole. With a twist, a final stretching, and a shove, she felt her sphincter contracting around her mother’s wrist!
βGrrrAAAAAAAAHHHHHHnnnnnnnn!β forced itself past her lips. The most meaningful communication her brain could manage. The sensation, the violation was indescribable as she felt her mother’s hand moving inside her, slowly moving deeper.
βOh GOD! Mistress, get it out, get it out, get it out!β
There was a painful twist of her clit as her mother said, βYou don’t get an opinion here, Stranger!β Her hand, deep in her guts formed into a fist, and twisted inside her violently.
βYe-huunngh, YES MISTRESS!β
The fist relaxed, and Melissa felt the probing, questing fingers moving, ever deeper inside her, it was maddening. Melissa could have sworn, her mother was in up to her shoulder. She was reminded of a video she had seen at school of a large animal vetenarian, shoulder deep inside the back of a horse. That’s what I must look like, some mare being serviced, that’s all I am to her, an animal chained out on the front lawn that has to be tended to before she does the laundry.
Seep in her recessed, she felt her mother’s fingers close into a fist again. βI knew there was another one up there.β and slowly, painfully, the closed fist withdrew until her mother’s wrist was held tight by Melissa’s clenching sphincter.
βWell,β said her mother over Melissa’s screams as she slowly pulled her clenched fist free of her daughter’s asshole, βyou may not be ready to start being anally fisted as a vocation, but you really are taking your first time like a champ. I’ll have to show my daughter some exercises to keep herself fit down there, and we may have to see about some adult diapers for the next week depending on how today and tomorrow play out.β
With a final pull, the hand clutching the carrot was free, and it was immediately replaced by her mother’s tongue, running large circles around the stretched, painful opening. Melissa was at a loss for words, even her mother’s skilled tongue couldn’t soothe away the pain of the violation, both physical and emotional. Her mother finally stood up, and then she felt something blessedly cool and soothing being applied to her wrecked asshole, the sensation sent chill bumps up and down her body.
βThat should help calm you down a bit back there, and the extra lubrication won’t go unappreciated. After this, folks should be able to plow your ass all day without too much difficulty. It’d take a Great Dane knotting inside you your ass before you scream as loud as you just did. You little drama queen.β
And with that, she packed everything up and headed inside without once looking back.
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Mike goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this great big huge guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says, “7 feet tall, 350 lbs., 20 inch penis, testicles 3 lbs. each, Turner Brown.”
Mike just faints dead away and falls to the floor.
The big dude kneels down and brings him to, by slapping his face and shaking him. He asks, “Are you Ok??”
In a very weak voice Mike says, “Excuse me, but what did you just say to me?”
The big dude says, “When I saw the curious look on your face, I just figured I’d give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me. “I’m 7 feet tall, weigh 350 lbs., have a 20 inch penis, my testicles weigh 3 lbs each, and my name is Turner Brown.”
Mike said, “Oh Thank God!!! I thought you said “Turn Around.”
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This is a true story about me fucking my cousin and my sister..
Georgy and Big Frank have fun in the bathroom at FJ’s party.
Ruby sets up her home and gets ready for school to begin
The EarlyYears ( Chapter 3 ) Manchester 1
Just an introduction to a coming series
I wanted to have sex with my best friend and i did just that
I was young, some may consider it wrong but I do not.
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