Jake’s Saga – Ch. 04 – Extra Credit
If you havn’t done so already, read the previous chapters before continuing.
If you havn’t done so already, read the previous chapters before continuing.
Laurel attempts to rid her computer of the Dildock Virus.
I actually managed to finish the new chapter in less than a week. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
Omegle Chat with a filthy bitch
I stand there with Imelda for a few moments when I see people coming out of the tattoo parlor. Smitty along with his father and about five or six bikers look like they’re about to head out. Imelda looks up at me and I can see she’s still upset about what happened.
“We should move on Blaze now,” Imelda tells me,” He’ll be out tonight and you can get him to talk.”
“Babe so you want me to go from taking him out to looking for a fight,” I ask shaking my head.
“Well either you do something or Carlos and the boys will. Just telling you our family doesn’t let shit sit for too long,” Imelda says breaking the hug.
I watch Imelda get back on her bike and peel out of the parking lot. A heavy hand on my shoulder lets me know the old man is there.
“Problems kid,” the Old Man asks.
“Way too many, at least in real war you usually know who is gunning for you,” I say plainly.
“Well first thing to figure out is who you trust, then put everyone’s feet on hot coals and see who wants to tell you the truth first,” the Old man says before heading over to his bike.
“Need to see you out at the airfield tonight,” Smitty tells me from his own bike.
I nod and watch the Union leave the parking lot. I grab my helmet when I get tapped on the shoulder. It’s Vicki standing with her helmet.
“I need a ride,” Vicki says smirking.
I shake my head at her; she’s wearing jean shorts and white tight tank top with cowgirl boots. I pull my helmet on and start the bike before starting to leave.
“Hey I really need a ride,” Vicki yells over my engine.
“And I really need to get back to my girlfriend,” I tell her stopping the advance.
“It’s just a ride,” Vicki says placing her ass on the back of my bike.
I realize I’m probably going to die either by Smitty or my girlfriends but Vicki has her arms wrapped around my waist as I decide to pull out of the lot. We’re speeding down the road and Vicki feels like she has more experience on the back of a bike than I do driving it. I pull to the side of the road for a minute and text Mark and ask him where he’s at then shoot Kori a text with the same. Mark Jr. says he’s heading back home and Kori says they’ll be back about five thirty. I let both of them know to get ready to head out at about seven because we have plans. I drive back home with Vicki still on the back and see that nobody is home but Rosa as I get the bike in the garage.
“Holy shit, your garage is almost as big as the shop,” Vicki says following me to my room.
“Not my garage, it belongs to the people who live here,” I tell her once we’re in my room.
“Wait, you don’t live here,” Vicki asks staring at my room.
“I’m just visiting my biological mother,” I tell her pulling my coat off and sitting on my couch.
“So I can get a ride out tonight,” Vicki asks sitting on the other end of the couch.
“To the airfield, you’re gonna have to either get one from Mark or call your dad,” I tell her keeping to my end of the couch.
“So I can get a ride here but you won’t take me to the airfield,” Vicki asks moving over next to me.
I hear Mark’s car come up the driveway and as soon as it’s parked in the garage and I hear him walking through the house. I call down to him and wait, as soon as he gets to my room and sees Vicki his mood goes from indifferent to a little shocked.
“Oh, hi Vicki. It’s really good to see you again,” Mark says.
“Hi Mark, so could you leave us alone for a while, I need a ride somewhere and I’m trying to talk to Guy about getting one from him,” Vicki says ignoring Mark.
“Hey man, got a big thing going on tonight and I need someone smart and big. You wanna come,” I tell Mark as Vicky starts to cuddle up to me.
I watch Mark’s face go from hurt by Vicki’s dismissal to puzzlement at the invitation. I know he has questions; I check my phone’s clock and see it’s only four. Girls are still gonna be out for two more hours. I know Kori said five thirty but she’s shopping so I bet on six.
“So you think there’s going to be some trouble,” Mark asks folding his arms.
“I know there’s going to be something exciting, and that’s not counting the cars, bikes, racers and the women,” I watch Mark’s face change as I say women.
“I’ll be ready, we leave at six,” Mark asks.
I nod and hear him say something about a carwash as he closes the door and starts heading down stairs. I listen to Mark’s car head back out of the driveway and turn my attention back to Vicki, I finally notice her brunette hair has some red highlights and is shaved on the sides a little.
“Can I get a ride on your bike,” Vicki purrs crawling up my body like a cat.
“Ya know, I already promised a ride to my girlfriend,” I reply keeping my hands off,” I’ll let you ride with Mark or Imelda but my ride is for Kori tonight.”
“You’re no fun,” Vicki says starting to pull back.
I let her get some separation between us before I wrap my arms up around her body, one holding Vicki’s waist and the other with a handful of hair on the back of her head. I feel Vicki tense up but instead of pulling away she grinds her hips against mine.
“Oh that’s why I never fucked Mark,” Vicki says trying to kiss me.
“No, you don’t get kissed. You want to take my girl’s place and think I’m going to reward you after I said no? This is where you gave me shit now I give you a fucking,” I growl.
I shove Vicki to the other side of the couch and start to undo my pants, Vicki pulls her top off and I see black bikini top instead of a bra. I’m a little hard but I watch as Vicki continues to strip down until she’s wearing just a bikini bottom. I watch her start to lean forward to suck me off but instead I grab the hair on the top of her head and pull Vicki off the couch to her knees. I don’t know why but I’m really angry, Jackie keeping her distance from me then hiding her new guy, the arguing with Imelda and being called a coward by everyone. This will be better than jumping the gun as I start force feeding my cock into Vicki’s mouth. I feel myself go all the way down and into her throat before pulling back half way and gagging her again. I feel her start to cough a little before I take myself out of her mouth, a trail of drool stretching from my cock head to her open mouth.
“Come on… I saw you fight Blaze… make it really hard,” Vicki gasps.
The little bitch wants more, I don’t know if I’m more angry that she wants in or happy that she’s willing. I pull Vicki by her hair over to the bed and back her up against it keeping her on her knees. I see she’s keeping her arms behind her back and once I have her head pinned in place I push my cock all the way back into Vicki’s throat. I wait till she starts to struggle for air then back up all the way and start fucking her face fast. I’m hard and want to cum but I am still angry and need more, I bury my cock all the way down her throat again and keep the pressure on till I start to feel Vicki try to struggle for air. I wait till she starts to hit my thighs with her hands before pulling my out of Vicki’s mouth, I listen as she coughs and tries to compose herself for another face fucking. As soon as she starts to open her mouth I pull Vicki up by her hair and give her a light slap on the cheek.
“More bitch,” I ask Vicki.
“Sure unless you’re done and want me to hold you,” Vicki says trying to smile.
I smile as I turn Vicki around and push her onto the bed; I watch her start to crawl up the bed and squat on all fours. I move on top of Vicki pushing her body against the bed, I pull her bikini bottom aside and take my cock still covered in Vicki’s spit and start rubbing against her asshole.
“Oh no, wait a min…,” Vicki says as I push my cock up her ass.
Vicki clenches up her asshole but I’ve got my entire body weight and that lets me slowly push down into her ass. Thanks to her spit lube job on my cock it doesn’t take long till I’m buried all the way in. I grunt and feel the warmth of Vicki’s asshole wrapped around my cock, I take notice of Vicki biting the comforter on the bed and grab her hair like a handle and turn it so I can see her face. I make eye contact and back up my cock till only the last inch is inside her and slam all the way back into her ass causing us both to grunt loudly. I back up and slam in again taking long hard strokes into Vicki’s asshole, we’re both grunting and the sound of my hips slapping against her ass. I get an odd feeling and turn to see the door cracked open, I could have sworn that it was closed but I turn my attention back to the bitch beneath me.
I’m pounding Vicki’s ass harder and I pull her face out of the blanket. I grind my cock and hips against Vicki’s ass trying to feel as much of her ass around my cock as possible. I feel a slap on my ass and look to see Vicki has moved her arm around and is trying to either slap my ass and hip or grab my pants. I start to feel that tingle in the base of my cock and resume my pounding of Vicki’s asshole.
“Oh shit…. You’re fuckin’ cumming….,” Vicki says turning her head to see my face.
I grunt and start cumming in Vicki’s ass, it’s hard and I let the rush take me. I can feel her moving underneath me, grinding her ass up into my crotch as she cums from me dumping a load in her. We lay on the bed sweating and breathing heavy. I pull off of Vicki and let my cock fall out of her asshole. I back up off the bed and after putting my cock away I head to the bathroom to clean up. On my way back I can see Rosa downstairs looking like she’s heading out for the day in her regular clothes. I nod to her and head back to my room to see Vicki has clean up and is putting her clothes back on.
“Jesus I need to get fucked like that more often,” she says pulling her shorts up.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it,” I tell her sitting back down on the couch.
“Hey, asshole I ain’t asking for a lot here. Now you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on that makes you treat my ass like a punching bag,” Vicki asks sitting down on the bed.
“Got some real shit I’m dealing with and since you didn’t want to take no for an answer I fucked you so that you’d get a clue,” I reply still angry.
“Fuck that, when it’s all done tonight bring me with you and I’ll talk with your girlfriend about getting you to calm down,” Vicki tells me relaxing on my couch.
I explain to her what that I need her to help Kori when she gets here and make sure she looks like she belong. Vicki agrees and asks how tough Kori is, I tell her to keep an eye on her the whole night if Vicki wants to come back here. I flip on the TV and we relax till I hear a car pulling up, I motion for Vicki to wait as I head down to greet the girls. About the time I get to the garage I can see that everyone had a great time and probably spent more money than they needed to. I help out grabbing bags and watch as Kori gets to my room before I do.
“Wait a minute, who are you,” I hear Vicki say as I drop Kori’s bags inside the door.
“I’m his girlfriend,” Kori tells her smiling,” Baby look at me.”
I stop and let Kori take hold of my head, she looks me in the eyes and I can tell she’s trying to read me. I watch as she softens for a bit then get her resolve. Kori lets my head go and closes the door.
“So it’s that bad baby,” Kori says starting to go through her new clothing.
“Yeah, and people want me to lead the charge,” I tell Kori sitting down on the couch.
“Okay first off YOU’RE his girlfriend? What the hell does that make Imelda,” Vicki asks a little stunned.
“Oh that would make Imelda his girlfriend too. We all bring something different to the relationship and he keeps us all very satisfied,” Kori says smiling lightly.
I let the girls go over what to wear and Kori even let’s Vicki wear a few items. I watch as they grab a makeup kit and head down to the bathroom to continue the process. Abigail and Bethany both head out of their rooms and watch the other girls as they pass by. I grab my phone and text Carlos and tell him that we’re going to meet up at his home at six thirty and to not leave until I get there; I shoot Imelda a message saying I need her to keep everyone there and tell her what I told Carlos. I get confirmation from both of them and put my phone back in my pocket. I wait and soon enough the girls head back in all ready to leave, Vicki is still has her jean shorts and a tank top on but Kori grabs my full attention, tight hip hugging shorts with a thong coming out the top and a mesh tank top that I can see her bra underneath.
“Okay, I’m gonna die. I’ve seen it all and I can die happy,” I tell the girls.
“Heel’s or boots honey,” Kori asks sitting on the bed.
“Boot’s baby, might need to move quickly tonight,” I tell her getting my coat on.
It doesn’t take long for Mark to get back and I watch as he doesn’t even pull into the garage, just turns the car around so we can leave quickly. Both girls follow me down and I point Kori to take Vicki and get in Mark’s car. I hop on my bike in the garage and lead the way down to Carlos’s house.
The ride is fast and easy as we pull up getting Mark some attention to his muscle car from the boys. Imelda sees Vicki and shakes her head but she’s smiling and that’s good enough for me. I shake hands with Carlos and get everyone’s attention.
“Imelda and I lead on the bikes, Carlos your car in front and Hector is in back with his, Mark keep the girls in the middle. Two rules tonight, one we keep watch on the girls which means guard duty for the boys and two nobody goes after Blaze unless I do first,” I tell my assembled crew,” Am I fucking understood?”
I get a few ‘yes sirs’ and more nods in agreement when I see unexpected guests, Romeo and Marta. They start talking to Carlos who is defiantly giving them the ‘not going to happen’ speech. I watch Marta break away from Carlos and head straight towards me.
“We are coming with you,” Marta tells me.
I can see the bruise on her face has gone down in size but the color still looks off. Romeo looks still looks like he lost a fight with a rabid cat and can’t even stand up straight after the kicking he got.
“Marta you’re not coming and neither is he,” I tell her pointing at Romeo,” there’s no room and you both need to heal up.”
“I’ll be fine, good initiation as any,” Romeo says holding his ribs.
“Your call hermano,” Carlos says to me.
I shake my head no and get my helmet back on, Marta and Romeo stand back from the curb as my ‘convoy’ heads out. It’s an interesting drive down to the airfield; we get there about seven and can see that pretty much everyone is here. I pull into an open area and watch as Imelda and her boys pull up to my left while Mark and the girls come up on my right. Everyone clears out of the cars and I nod to Smitty and his father when they see Vicki getting out of the car. Smitty waves me over and I motion to Kori to come with me.
“You bring my baby girl in a car and show up like you are looking for some action,” the Old Man tells me,” You looking for trouble because a one on one fight is fine but gang warfare isn’t allowed.”
“Yeah well someone decided to go after family,” I tell them nodding in Carlos’s direction,” They want blood but I’m holding back the dogs till I get it confirmed who it was that messed up his sister and her boyfriend.”
“Rule still stands kid,” Smitty says crossing his arms.
“I know that and I’m not going to shit in your yard,” I tell Smitty and the Old Man respectfully,” but since I’m here, let me introduce you to my girl.”
I go through the introductions and Kori starts looking around at some of the vehicles and I follow her just keeping tabs. Imelda groups up with us still wearing her racing pants and jean jacket and I give Kori the full tour watching her get some stare from guys and a few girls. We get back to Carlos and the boys and chill out as a few races get going.
A couple hours in and Kori is having a good time dancing and socializing with various people. Carlos dances with her a little but laughs when she slaps his ass. I’m glad she’s having a good time but Hector is stewing the whole time and even Imelda is watching him a little. Mark has only left his car alone long enough to see a few other cars and talk to women about his car.
“Blaze is here,” Imelda tell me breaking the mood.
I watch Carlos and all his crew start to get ready for a fight and decide to be the one to do something stupid and head over to greet him. After a few feet I catch that Carlos is with me but the rest of his crew are hanging back. Blaze’s boys see me coming and try to stop me when Blaze pushes past them and takes his ‘leader’ position in front.
“So you actually showed up knowing I was gonna get mine from you and your girls tonight,” Blaze says smugly.
“Apparently you couldn’t wait for tonight could you Blaze,” I tell him with no humor in my voice.
“What the fuck you talking about,” Blaze asks dropping his tone.
“Maybe I’m talking about you threatening me and my girl’s family yesterday. Then someone decides to ambush Carlos’s sister and her boyfriend,” I tell him letting the details sink in,” It really took about five to six guys to take down one skinny Latino nerd and his girlfriend.”
“Wait you saying I did that shit? Fuck you boy I don’t need to talk explain shit to you,” Blaze says getting angry,” Now are you here to fucking put money down or not cause I got a money to make tonight.”
I watch Carlos start to move forward but I put my arm in front of him keeping him from rushing forward. Blaze backs up a little and I watch his boys start to push forward. We both keep our perspective sides where they are and I back up a few steps before turning away and heading back to our vehicles. I get back to my bike and see Mark’s car is missing. I look around and notice the boys are pointing to one of the starting areas. I get over to see Mark’s Challenger on the starting line with a BMW next to it; Imelda and Kori notice me and make their way over as the race starts. It’s over before it began, the Challenger was good but the BMW took Mark and is back and parked by the time Mark gets back.
“What happened man,” I ask Mark as he pulls up.
“I lost money, I thought I could take him,” Mark says disappointed.
I watch him sit with his car and sulk in his loss. Money changes hands no problem but it’s only an hour before I catch Blaze heading over in our direction. Hector and the boys start moving to intercept and I get in front to meet Blaze again tonight.
“Hey bike bitch, I got a fight for you,” Blaze says smiling,” my brother is a better fighter than I am and I say he can take you for a grand.”
I shake my head and see the girls taking notice along with Mark. The problem I’m having now is I don’t have the money and don’t want to fight.
“How about your bike for my bike in the fight,” I propose getting Blaze’s attention.
I watch him start talking when I see my first big problem for the night, Blaze’s little brother. I remember him from when I stopped by Abigail’s school and the bigger problem, his girlfriend Bethany. I watch Bethany and her boyfriend head to the front with Blaze and she sees me.
“Guy what the hell are you doing here,” Bethany asks surprised.
“I’m about to beat the crap out of your boyfriend cause his brother wants me to fuck him up like I did him a couple weeks ago,” I reply to Bethany while staring down Blaze.
“Wait I’m fighting who,” Bethany’s boyfriend asks.
“Me, only this time I’m not in the mood to play with my food,” I tell Bethany’s boyfriend before turning back to Blaze,” Now are you ready to put your bike up against mine in a fight or not.”
“You only want my bike because your boy over there can’t race his car worth shit,” Blaze says pointing out Mark.
“Well at least he pays his shit and doesn’t let his mouth write a check that his ass can’t cash,” I tell Blaze smiling,” and I don’t ask anyone else to fight for me. Besides, I figure taking that bike of yours and giving to Carlos and his family will be a nice get well present after that shit that ‘allegedly’ had nothing to do with you.”
“Bro I ain’t fighting someone just so you can win a bet,” I watch Blaze’s little brother say backing off.
Blaze starts to lose his cool and takes his crew away from the situation to talk about it I guess. I pull out my phone and tell Bethany to get her boyfriend to stand down or I will hurt him. I don’t see her anywhere but when I turn around I watch Mark talking to her by his car.
“What do you mean we’re going home now, I’m not Abigail and I don’t need you to babysit me,” Bethany tells Mark angrily.
“Mom and Dad would flip if they knew you were out here,” Mark says being too overprotective.
I break the two of them up and point Bethany back to her boyfriend. Once she’s away I get in Mark’s face.
“Man, you are not her older brother here, you are my back up and I need you to understand that those guys in the leather will not let shit go down like what you’re worried about,” I tell him trying to reassure his mind,” Now you want to make a presence, stand next to me and when Blaze comes back and he wants money back me up cause I’ll win.”
I see Mark nod and watch as he pulls off his polo shirt to show his six foot three inch wall of muscle physique. I nod to him and move back to Blaze calling over the biker from the first time who moves over to hear the bet and contest.
“Well Blaze, I ain’t got all night,” I tell Blaze smiling.
Blaze finally notices me then turns his attention to Mark who I think is either burning hole in his little brother or Bethany I’m not sure which. They continue the conference and I’m getting bored.
“Are you gonna run your mouth with your boys all night Blaze cause I have girls to get back to,” I ask smiling,” You remember what it was like having girls around right? You know after you win a race or a fight.”
Blaze shakes his head and I can see Bethany on her boyfriend’s arm. I watch as Blaze takes his crew and heads back to his truck minus his brother and Bethany. I shrug to the biker who shakes his head and goes back to the Old Man. Bethany starts to walk away with her boyfriend looking back a little embarrassed.
“Hey, why are you two leaving,” I ask Bethany’s boyfriend.
“Don’t fuck with me man I’m not in the mood,” I hear him say.
I cut around in front of them and hold my hands up for them to stop which they do but Bethany’s boyfriend start to get a fighting stance. I can see he’s ready to throw fists but when I extend my hand he pauses.
“I know he’s your brother and all but he’s also a showoff and an ass. You can leave with him or you can show Bethany a good time and hang out with Carlos and his crew,” I tell him still offering the hand.
I can see he’s puzzled but he takes my hand and we shake before I lead him back to the rest of the crew. I find out his name is Tyrell during the introductions and I can see Hector is sizing him up but Imelda sees it too and pulls him aside to calm shit down. After another hour I watch Imelda finally get challenged to a race which she wins pulling down another grand for herself and the mood is really looking good for the night when Carlos pulls me aside to talk.
“Hey, we going to take Blaze’s little brother back and kick the shit out of him,” Carlos asks quietly.
“No, we’re going to treat him well and show him that we’re good people to be around. Then we send him back to his brother with the thought that his brother could have been the one to beat up Marta and Romeo. Either I’ll get the truth from Tyrell or Blaze will come at us just for turning his brother on him,” I tell Carlos who starts smiling.
“Man you are either crazy or smart as hell,” Carlos says patting me on the shoulder.
I shrug and let him get back to the boys. I get waved over by the Old Man and head over on my own. He’s got a bunch of bikers around him and is sitting on his own bike when I get there.
“Are you busy kid or can you spare sometime to help me out with someone,” the Old Man asks.
“I can help depending on what you need me to do,” I reply.
“Well one of the guys who lost tonight is wanting out of his bet cause he claims he was cheated, sound familiar,” the Old Man starts in,” problem is Union doesn’t go after people when they owe other’s money, we’ll help out but we don’t get involved even though we were asked. Get the money back and I’ll even let Vicki have free reign around you.”
I can tell I’m being sized up for something but nod in agreement anyway before finding out it’s one of the Asian drivers, some techno pop kid with neon lights and no metal in his car. I head back and grab Mark and a couple of the guys including Hector before heading to where his car is. I find it and him parked in the back making out with an Asian girl who looks like she’s either had plastic surgery for her tits or is really lucky in the genetic lottery.
“Mark get the door I need to speak with the guy, Hector don’t let the girl go running off and screaming,” I tell the guys.
I watch Mark wrench the door open to the car and pull the little Asian guy out before slamming him back first against the car, Hector on the other hand opens the car door and playing gentleman. I approach the little Asian guy and make sure he’s paying attention to me by turning his head to face me with my hand.
“Hi, you don’t know me but I’ve been sent to find you. Apparently you are in default on your racing debt and people are becoming very upset with your lack of payment. Now I understand that you feel cheated and I really want you to know that while I sympathize with your situation I must insist that if you have any money on you to pay the debt of two grand you hand it over to me right now or I must have my friend here take it out on you and your car in trade,” I tell him calmly so he can understand me.
“They fucking cheated me, I ain’t gonna pay and the Union doesn’t do this,” I hear him say.
I watch as Mark does probably the smartest thing I’ve ever seen him do as he takes his fist and smashes it through the driver side window without a scratch. Hector and his boy’s jump a little and I must say I’m surprised at the initiative myself but I regain my composure and put the attention back on me.
“Now that was a basic example of what my friend here is capable of, now I am going to ask you again, where is the money you bet with for tonight,” I ask keeping my calm.
“I have his money,” I hear the girl say from the other side of the car,” He told me that if I held it he wouldn’t have to pay it.”
The girl walks over to me and hands me a wad of cash and I pocket it before telling Mark to let him go. I lead the group back and see the girl following us. I shake my head and smile as I break off from the group and head back to the Old Man and hand him the money which gets me a smile and a pat on the back. I can see the other bikers nodding and talking in approval as I head back to my own people. It hits eleven at night and I feel done with the whole thing and rally the group to head out. Bethany and Tyrell head to his car but not before I get a ‘thank you’ from Bethany and I notice as I’m putting on my helmet that the not so little Asian girl is sitting in his front seat. I chuckle and we head off back to Carlos’s place.
I drop the boys off with their cars and tell Carlos that it’ll be a few days but I’ll make sure we see some real results before heading off with Imelda and Mark back home. The ride is quiet and I get a chance to think about Tyrell and Bethany and decide to tell Mark to not go after his sister for getting out and having a good time cause it’ll make him look like a hypocrite. Once back inside I can tell everyone is sleeping save for all of us quietly walking in. I watch as Mark leads the little Asian girl off to his room and I give him thumbs up as I follow three sizes of sexy ass to my room. Once inside I close the door and watch as Imelda starts to sound proof the bottom crack of the door. I’m still angry from earlier and the girls can see it.
“Baby are you tired tonight,” Imelda asks stripping down.
“He’s not tired he’s angry,” Kori says following Imelda’s lead.
I watch the girls strip down, then get pulled over to the bed where the girls strip me down and I make out with Imelda as Kori starts giving me a slow blowjob. It’s a contrast with Imelda and I warring our moths while Kori is joined by Vicki working my cock slowly. I get pulled onto the bed by Imelda who is taking the initiative by lining up my cock with her pussy and pulling me inside her. I rock back and forth inside Imelda in slow strokes, I try to lie down on top of Imelda but Kori helps me sit up on my knees and I watch as she starts rubbing Imelda’s clit. I speed up a little and try to enjoy the sensation of Imelda’s pussy, it’s a tight and familiar feeling but with Kori making sure she cums quickly I don’t think I’ll be inside Imelda for long.
I watch Vicki and Kori start kissing and groping Imelda’s body with Kori still working over her clit while I keep my good rhythm in and out of her pussy. I’m still angry and want to go faster but Kori takes my hip with her hand and reset my pace to steady and winks at me. I feel Imelda clamping up and finally I watch as she starts moaning in her orgasm. Kori has me stop and I am still pent up as we move Imelda who is about to fall asleep in ‘happy post orgasm land’ to a side of the bed. I watch Vicki starts to kiss her way up my body but Kori has a different idea as she grabs Vicki by the hair and pulls her face to the bed pillows.
“Can’t you tell he’s angry, and you have to be such a selfish bitch,” Kori says smiling at me,” now I think we need to let him work it out what do you say.”
“Oh god I thought it was just him earlier but you encourage him,” Vicki says sounding a little worried.
“Did he fuck you earlier,” Kori asks stroking my cock to keep it hard.
“Yes he did, really hard too in my ass,” Vicki says sounding less concerned.
“Oh honey, I think I’m going to wait till morning cause I want you to cum in her tonight,” Kori purrs lining up my cock with Vicki’s pussy.
Earlier I didn’t even bother to use Vicki’s pussy but Kori is the one picking the hole as she kisses me before backing Vicki onto my cock. I take Vicki’s hips in my hands and start pounding hard into her pussy, Imelda got me started but I’m not sure I can keep myself from finishing as Kori stays kneeling beside me and starts licking my ear. I’m still angry from earlier but Kori and Vicki are making a convincing argument to feel a bit happier with my situation. I keep up my fast pace pounding Vicki’s pussy and I’m listening to two women moan, Kori and Vicki, I look to Kori for a second and see that while she’s got one hand on my back the other is playing with her own pussy. I nod to Kori and stare at Vicki getting a wicked grin on my face and Kori moves down on her side next Vicki on her hands and knees before taking her and starting to rub Vicki’s pussy. The double attention gets Vicki moaning louder and I can hear her biting the blanket on the bed as I keep the fast pace.
“Oh Jesus… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop please,” Vicki says as she starts to hit her orgasm.
I slam in to Vicki one last time and watch her grind back on me before collapsing forward and enjoying her afterglow from the orgasm. Kori lies on her side of the bed smiling then looks at my cock still hard and starts backing up the bed.
“I said I can wait until morning baby,” Kori says pouting a little.
“And maybe I need my girl to calm me the fuck down before I haul off and do something really dangerous,” I say smiling as I crawl up Kori’s body and slide into her pussy.
Kori is always soft and warm when I get inside of her and now is no exception and while I’m really pent up and still a little angry she is just too soft to be rough on. I start bucking my hips against Kori’s in slow but long thrusts, as soft as she is Kori is giving it back by pushing against me and breathing is short shallow breaths. I was close when I was fucking Vicki but so was Kori when she was helping and while I’d love to last through Kori’s orgasm I get that tingle and groan as I slam my cock into her pussy and feel like I’m gonna melt as I shoot my load into her pussy. Kori latches onto me as I cum and digs her nails into my back and bites my neck lightly as she hits her orgasm.
The four of us lay there in our post orgasm bliss as I roll of Kori and cuddle in next to her, I feel Imelda curl up behind me and when I hear a quiet snoring we all look over at Vicki who is lying on her chest doing the snoring. The three of us chuckle and drift off to sleep.
The next few days come and go uneventfully with Kori and Imelda bonding after Vicki and Mark’s Asian date get taken home on Sunday morning. I enjoy the peace that the days bring and even get Carlos and his crew to understand my tactics as I pester Bethany about her boyfriend Tyrell and what he knows about his brother. I don’t get much information but I do find out that Tyrell and Blaze aren’t getting along since I dropped the information that his brother gang beat a couple of kids from his school. Abigail and Carlos make it a point to be seen out together a couple times and on Wednesday things get more active as there is a public fair that the whole ‘community’ is encouraged to come to and attend. I find out it’s not just the upper crust and that Mr. Delauter makes it a point to attend every year and actually be a part of the community.
It’s about eleven in the morning that Wednesday and all of the girls are still getting ready while Mark Jr., Mr. Delauter and I sit ready and waiting in the TV room. When the girls are finally ready and down stairs we all get to comment on the very attractive ladies around us. Loretta is wearing a light weight blue dress, while Abigail and Bethany are wearing sundresses, pink and yellow respectively. Only one not wearing a dress is Kori and even then she has a skirt on with tight leggings underneath. We get into the garage and aside from Mark in his car and Kori and I on my bike we all head out to the fair grounds.
Apparently they treat a fair here like field day cause I see people from all walks of life moving around and having a generally good time. Carnival rides, games and carnie food are just the starters. Animals, school groups begging for money and support along with standard charities, and the merchants galore hocking trinkets all over the place. The family splits off after Mr. Delauter hands out cash and makes sure everyone has his or her phone.
“Okay baby, where do we go first,” I ask Kori following her lead.
“I wanna ride a horse,” Kori says smiling,” first let’s get you covered in sun block.”
I get gooed up with the sun block and immediately get dragged over to a couple large sheds that have been converted into barns for animals. Kori enjoys the petting zoo and feeding the cute animals and I just sit back and watch her enjoy her time. After a horse lesson and me standing in the shade for a half an hour Kori gets done with her horse ride and we decide to head out for food.
We get some real food from a chili table and Kori grabs some lemonade before we head off and sit in a shaded area to relax and enjoy our meal. We get done and find Carlos and Abigail walking in our area and decide to team up.
“Hey Carlos, good to see you out man,” I say holding my hand out.
“Not so good man. You still haven’t handled Blaze yet and now I’m looking like a fool with my boys and my cousin is telling me I need to listen to you,” Carlos says showing a lot of anger.
“Hey, I said I’d get information and I will but we have not real target and just saying it was him doesn’t cut it for me,” I reply getting angry.
I can tell Carlos wants to call me out about it but Abigail gets his attention and pulls him away to do something else. Kori leads me towards some games so I can ‘win’ her a prize. We continue to relax and I see more of the people from Carlos’s crew and the races around the grounds. I chat with some of the union guys and find out Smitty is doing drawn on tattoos for kids with his father and Vicki. I swing by and say hi Kori and Vicki talk a little bit while the Old Man pulls me aside.
“So my granddaughter says you’re a pretty decent guy, Guy,” the Old Man says smiling at his joke,” and I know she’s a big girl so you’re clear with me and my boy but this fighting needs to stay either controlled or it ends fast. I know he’s an asshole but Blaze has been around for a couple years along with Carlos’s crew which he inherited from his uncle. You’re a cinderblock getting dumped into a duck pond and I don’t like all the noise.”
“I’m not trying to start trouble sir but if it’s not at the races it’s up to the rest of us to handle business,” I reply choosing my words carefully,” people’s family got mixed up in this and that can’t be let go. I hope you understand I just want the person who started it to pay up, after that it’s over and we all move on.”
I see Smitty nod in agreement with me and the Old Man lets me have this one. I get back to Kori who tells me she wants a tattoo now, I’d love for her to get one but it took weeks for mine to get done right and her and I only have over a week left before I get back home. We continue looking around and I lose some money at the games as I attempt to win Kori a prize. I get a text from Bethany that she needs to see me at the rides. I grab Kori and we both head over to find her and Tyrell talking.
“Hey Tyrell, you doing okay,” I ask as we walk up.
“Nah man, I’ve been trying to talk to my brother about coming clean but he says he didn’t do shit. Now my family is all looking at him like he’s a criminal,” Tyrell tells me visibly upset.
“I don’t know man, I say let it go and see what happens then. Let’s see if you can win something for Bethany cause I can’t win shit for Kori,” I tell him changing the subject.
We continue to hang out and I get to see Blaze in a different light, somewhat. Apparently he’s always been an ass but him and Tyrell having different mothers can do that. Their father isn’t a deadbeat but he’s not around much either. I don’t push more than that in case I have to get Tyrell to do something big for me.
After several hours outside it’s only four in the afternoon and I’m feeling pretty good and not sunburned thank god. I’ve met up with a couple different people from the races but mostly end up following Kori around and letting her have free reign. Our happiness unfortunately ends when she spots Blaze and Hector about to beat the shit out of each other. I hand her my coat and try to cover ground to stop it before it starts. I get about fifteen feet away when Blaze takes the first swing and almost connects when Hector ducks and brings a right cross straight to Blaze’s jaw. Blaze is reeling and I finally get in-between them and can see Hector back is holding back but Blaze is looking for blood.
“Stand back bitch I’m gonna fuck his brown ass up,” Blaze yells ending all subtlety in the area.
“Ain’t so easy when someone sees you coming Blaze,” Hector yells back.
I watch Carlos and the boys back up Hector but Blaze has his boys and it’s looking like war when I voice booms over everyone.
“BRIAN, what the hell are you doing starting a fight here,” a short round black woman says getting in between everyone.
“I’m tired of people talking shit about me and sayin’ I did shit I never did,” Blaze aka Brian says loudly at the woman.
I have never seen a guy get slapped by his mom before but the sheer force his mother hits him with causes quiet among even Carlos’s crew. I leave Blaze to his mom and get in Hector’s face.
“He swung first, I get it. You’re pissed about what happened to Romeo and Marta. Now back down,” I tell him keeping calm and serious.
“Alright man, I only defended myself. More than Romeo got to do,” Hector says holding his hands up and backing away.
The whole thing disperses before any authority even shows up and I get a notice from Loretta that we’re getting together for some family time. Sadly when I get there Abigail and Bethany are almost to blows considering their boyfriends are on either side of a war. I watch their boyfriends who are civil with each other calm them down but Loretta and Mr. Delauter are both staring at me.
“Okay Guy, what is going on? I keep hearing about how you’re handling something for Carlos but now people are fighting and I see you telling people that they need to leave it alone,” Loretta asks me pulling me aside.
“I’m just trying to make sure people who mess with family get what they deserve,” I reply being very serious.
“You’re my son and I don’t think God wants you to be someone who punishes people just because they are able,” Loretta says to me trying to take the high road.
“Why not, someone has to and if you haven’t noticed when I got wronged I stood up and did something and guess what, my shit turned out just fine,” I tell Loretta getting angry.
“Honey you’re a good boy, I love you and know that you don’t mean that,” Loretta tells me trying to appeal to my good nature,” Someone died with what happened to you, you don’t want to see people die just because it makes things better.”
“Apparently you don’t know me. I’m not a good boy, MOM. I’m barely a nice guy, I do bad things to bad people and guess what,” I tell Loretta keeping my rage held in,” I am loved for it.”
Mark Jr. is the first person to back me off and I can see everyone except Kori staring at me with wide eyes and shocked expressions. I didn’t make Loretta cry but she definitely sees why I was the way I was when I arrived. Mr. Delauter asks me to step aside and talk to him privately and I can see where this is going.
“I thought we had a deal,” Mr. Delauter says plainly.
“We do. And I’ve been nice but don’t talk down to me just because I’m younger than you. And it’s true, while I’ve been down here I’ve lost sight of who I am and how I handle shit,” I tell him plainly,” Now I will still be respectful cause she earned that but I will not be told who I am by her or you.”
“So what are you going to do about your mother,” Mr. Delauter asks,” If this deal we made still stands then you need to make some peace.”
“Fine, I’ll tell her the same thing again,” I start in,” Politely, but don’t think for one single second I’m going to change the message.”
I decide I need to cool off and I see Kori following me as I head to my bike. She hands me my coat and says to be back in one hour. As soon as I’m on the bike I and off I see a second bike coming up on me in my rearview. It’s Smitty coming up on me with his bike, I just ride around till he waves me over to the side of the road.
“So you normally talk to your family like that,” Smitty asks questioning.
“Honestly I didn’t know them before almost five weeks ago and people are telling me who they think I am,” I reply annoyed,” It’s just pissing me off.”
“You know why my Dad gave you that patch,” Smitty asks me.
“Cause I throw down,” I reply quickly.
“You threw down but you knew what you were going to do. You didn’t rush, you let Blaze come at you and you fucked him up for the mistake,” Smitty tells me,” Now why aren’t you doing shit now?”
“Cause nobody has made a move cause I’m holding everyone back,” I reply more annoyed,” I should just let them go at it and see who’s left standing at the end.”
“You’re call, but taking shit out on family isn’t how men handle their business,” Smitty says solemnly,” Ride on but head back and don’t let this family you got here live with the shit you drop on their doorstep.”
“Fine, but what about Blaze and everyone else,” I ask him looking for insight,” What would you do?”
“Well either someone is lying or someone is trying to start a fight. Either way it gets figured out or you leave and they settle it after you’re gone,” Smitty says starting up his bike.
I watch him leave and send a text to Kori asking her to have Loretta wait for me by the chili tables. I get back with fifteen minutes to spare and beeline it over to Loretta and find her sitting alone.
“Are you okay,” Loretta asks me concerned.
“I’m calmer now but I’m not okay,” I reply sitting down,” I’m not some white knight; I’m not a good person. I have been trying to figure out why we’re at such odds considering I don’t feel anything when we’re trying to be a mother and son. I finally learned what the problem is, you don’t know me. I’ve been nice and polite, I’ve listened to all your stuff about change and you really have. You’re kind and nurturing to the girls and you’ve tried to be that with me and I appreciate everything. But I’m not what you want me to be and I never will be. I won’t come down here again until we can talk about it and you learn to accept that I don’t like hiding who I am just because it makes people nervous. I can tell you who it never made nervous, Dad and everyone else who was there with me when all my crap started.”
“I wasn’t there for too long and I understand that, but you can be someone different,” Loretta says pleading,” You don’t have to be some angel but you don’t have to be a vigilante either.”
We sit quietly but I already know it’s going to be more than a few months before I can talk to her and have her understand me. I lost sight of how I handle my problems and I realize that when I get back I need to really take control of whatever it is Katy is working on.
“Can we at least agree on one thing,” Loretta asks,” You’ve had some fun down here and you don’t hate me like you used to.”
I can’t argue the point, I hated what she was but now it’s different. I know she wants something from me but I’m not giving her any false hope. I nod simply to answer the question and see Loretta smile a little at the thought. We rejoin everyone else and Kori checks my face before telling everyone it will be okay. Her doing it however gets a question from Bethany.
“How do you know if he’s okay or if something is wrong just by looking at him,” Bethany asks confused.
“I love him; I love the bad and the nice. I can see right inside his head cause he loves me,” Kori says like its basic math.
We resume our fun and even listen to some local music which Kori likes but I’m not a fan of anything with twang in it so I let her sit back and enjoy. Mr. Delauter calls it a wrap at about seven in the evening, we all head back to our vehicles except for Bethany and Abigail who ask if they can stay with their perspective boyfriends. They get approval but are told that they have to be home before it gets too late. The ride home with Kori is nice and once home my girl has only bedroom on her mind as I get led away to my room.
Once the door is closed Kori kisses me and backs me up till we get to the bed then lays me down not letting her mouth off mine the whole way. We strip out of our clothes and I watch as she turns her whole body around and puts her slit right in my face. I’m a lot better than I was earlier but having Kori’s mouth on my cock makes me hungry and I dive in like an animal lashing at her pussy hole and clit with my tongue. The fierceness of my tongue gets a reaction but it doesn’t stop Kori from bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock as quickly as she can. I’m moaning into her pussy as I work it over and she’s moaning on my cock as she does her business when I feel her start to shift. I watch her turn her entire body around and without any hesitation slides her pussy onto my cock.
Kori gasps and I moan at the feeling, something about her is different tonight and I try to say something only to have her cover my mouth with her hand and ‘shush’ me. I watch her body as she sits upright riding my cock cowgirl style, Kori’s big breast bouncing with the long strokes she’s taking. It’s sweet and not slow as she takes her time working my cock over but I’m looking for more. I let Kori rise up till only the last inch is inside her then slam the whole length of my cock up inside her pussy surprising her. Even with no lights on in the room I can see Kori’s eye go wide, I take my hands and hold her hips in place and start fucking her hard and fast from beneath. The slapping of my hips hitting hers fills the room and I can hear her making a gasping noise as I take no prisoners on her pussy. Suddenly I feel liquid spray up my stomach and Kori slams her entire body down onto mine rubbing our chest together and trying to suffocate me with her mouth. I made her cum so hard she squirted and the thought alone pushes me to grind in her pussy which makes Kori bite my lip as I feel that tingle and flood her pussy with my semen. We lay there for an unknown amount of time grinding together and in pure bliss. When Kori finally decides to move it’s for a total of five inches onto my right side and my cock falls from her pussy spent.
“If you did that every time I’d go insane,” Kori whispers with a smile in her voice.
“Just didn’t want to keep my girl waiting,” I reply kissing her forehead.
“Loretta wants you to come back next summer,” Kori says breaking the mood.
“No she doesn’t, she wants the little boy she lost to come down here again,” I tell her quietly.
“Okay, well maybe we consider it or we do what Imelda was telling me about and go to college down here and have her help,” Kori says trying to plead the case,” I know you don’t love her but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to learn. You learned to love me right and I’m so much worse than she was.”
“Oh that is some guilt trip bullshit,” I tell Kori and when I look at her face I can see her smiling,” you and Loretta are nothing alike in my mind. But Imelda is down here and maybe I’ll consider it as an escape route for us in the future.”
“No escape routes, we need a good future baby,” Kori says keeping my gaze with her hand,” and if she’ll provide it for the chance to get to know who you really are then I’m telling you that you will let her.”
With my girl telling me I need to consider my options for the future even though I’m just becoming a junior in high school. I shake it off and see the sun hasn’t even set yet but after walking around and making my woman remember why she’s with me I drift off to sleep.
I get woken up by my cellphone going off in my jean pocket. I see Kori on her side sleeping soundly and quietly get up and check the message. It’s a text from an unknown number saying ‘Hey man, you awake’. I check the clock and see it’s eleven at night, I reply with who is this. I get ‘Hector, I got your number from Imelda, I need to meet up with you, it’s important’. I get the details and punch the location into my phone before telling him I’ll be in a while. I get dressed quietly in a black t-shirt and my jeans, boots and hooded jacket.
Nobody is awake as I head out of the garage on my bike and get on my way down the road before anyone could wake up. The ride is quiet and I wonder what the hell Hector wants with me this late at night. He listened after he punched Blaze in the face but he might have got something new for me and anything is worth a quick trip to find out more about who did what. The address is a bowling alley of all things but it’s closed and I park my bike before looking around.
After waiting for ten minutes I hang my helmet on the bike and start pacing in the building parking lot trying to see where Hector is coming from. I shoot him another text asking where he is but I get no response and pocket my phone. Another five minutes and I start walking to the side of the building when I see Hector’s car sitting with the driver door open and Hector himself sitting on the ground next to a dumpster.
“Hector, that you man,” I ask walking up.
I get to ten feet and that’s when I see the blood in the light of the alley, it starts at about Hector’s waist and turns into a puddle on the ground. I see he’s got his hand clamping down on his side but he’s fading out of consciousness fast. I rush to Hector’s side and move him down onto the ground so he’s laying and use my hand to hold pressure on the wounds while hitting the autodial on my phone for 9-1-1.
“Hector I need you to stay awake, talk to me Hector,” I tell him trying to remain calm.
“He stabbed me…. Why did he stab me…,” Hector says delirious.
“Who stabbed you Hector, tell me who stabbed you,” I ask as hear the operator pick up,” Help me I have a friend and he’s been stabbed by the bowling alley off forty third.”
I can hear the operator tell me that units are already in route, why are they in route? I set my phone down and focus on Hector. His eyes are glazing over and I need to keep him awake like they do on the tv.
“Hector, who stabbed you, was it Blaze,” I ask desperately.
“No… Carlos… trusted him…,” is the last thing I hear Hector say before going limp.
Oh Christ he’s gonna die, he just passed out and he’s gonna die. That’s the only thing I have running through my head as I take one blood soaked hand and check to feel his pulse is weak but I’m guessing since I have no clue what I’m doing. I have Hector’s blood all over my hands and I’m kneeling in a pool of blood when the flashing lights give me some quick respite until I see they aren’t just paramedics, two police officers are pointing weapons at me and yelling for me to step away.
“He’s bleeding out, get someone over here now,” I yells freaking out.
The paramedics start doing their job and I back up just long enough to get tackled to the ground by one officer and my arms get wrenched behind my back and on go the cuffs. I can hear the second officer calling it in that there was a stabbing and they have a suspect in custody. Hector didn’t text me, he never got my number from Imelda. I’m stood up by the cop and my hood is pulled off my head as he takes my wallet and phone out of my pocket with my other small possessions. I get put in the back of a cop car and I realize I’m still covered in blood. I got set up, stabbed Hector and called the cops so I would be here when they showed up. I doesn’t matter about the blood on my hands now, I pray for jail. Jail would be safer for the son of a bitch who set me up. Carlos or Blaze, I don’t care who did what anymore. Not more game on, just game over.
And I know a cliffhanger isn’t what people want to see but I really need to put these parts out so you all can enjoy them quickly. More to come, comment and vote at your leisure, I’m done asking negative people to not troll my votes.
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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirty One: Tootsies and Booksies
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Thirty One: Harry and Hermione’s book gets printed and an old threat returns to loom over our hero’s head.
Harry and Hermione were about to finish performing The Double-Up Ward for the photo session. They considered this ritual to be key to the different protections being offered in their book, as this particular ward increased the strength and efficiency of all the other wards placed on the house of the participants by nearly one-hundred percent. This ritual was also especially enjoyable to perform as it called for the use of three of Hermione’s favorite toys: her anal beads, ball-gag, and a leather covered paddle. These toys were tied, inserted, and whacked much to her pleasure. It also required that Harry take a double dose of virility potion because after he came in her cunny, he had to promptly remove the anal-beads and sodomize her. A task which our young hero felt was his privilege to complete.
While Harry simultaneously buggered and paddled his happily gagged girlfriend, Luna, who had retrieved the discarded anal beads, was sniffing the hard rubber toy out of intellectual curiosity while Ron wanked himself and snapped pictures of the sex ritual – fortunately, the magical camera only needed one hand to operate, allowing the red haired wizard to relieve himself without neglecting his responsibilities as photographer. A moment before Harry climaxed for the second time, another powerful orgasm hit Hermione. A touch of her drool had sprayed out of the corners of her mouth and the ball-gag as she screamed in ecstasy.
After unloading a warm, sticky and very personal present in Hermione’s naughty place, Harry unclasped and removed the ball-gag letting Hermione take in a long, shuttering breath. Luna placed the rubber toy under her arm so that she could applaud.
“Bravo,” cheered the blonde. “That was fantastic!”
“I can’t feel my toes,” commented Hermione, with a satisfied glow to her face and body. Of course, that glow was significantly more pronounced on her spanked bottom, but that should go without saying.
After helping Hermione stand and guiding her to a comfy chair, Harry asked his friends, “What ritual should we do next?”
“How about the Degnoming Ritual?” offered Luna after she checked the list of rituals.
Harry looked at his girlfriend, who was wriggling her toes while smiling and stating “Nope, still can’t feel them. You really did a good job, Harry,” and the wizard sighed. The fact that he had shagged a portion of his girlfriend numb would normally be a noteworthy benchmark for the young wizard. However, having numb toes would hinder the Degnoming Ritual. This meant that either they would have to wait for Hermione to recover, or let Ron and Luna be the couple to perform the ritual. This, in Harry’s opinion, didn’t bode well.
Picking up on Harry’s apprehension, Ron announced “Don’t worry, mate. Luna and I can do it.”
“Are you sure?” the black haired wizard asked dubiously. It was a very simple ritual to execute: the couple had to take the missionary, and the witch needed to have her toes spread out wide while the wizard had to bend his left knee and hold his left foot in the air throughout the ritual. Ron and Luna had already performed a few dozen of the simpler rituals that had been created for the book. Unfortunately, the married couple had performed less of a third of them correctly. Sometimes they didn’t hold the position properly or, on more than one occasion, Ron “missed” his target and penetrated the wrong tender entrance on his wife. These fouled up rituals led to some very bad side-effects, including fires, toilets overflowing and flooding the loo, and windows shattering to name a few disasters.
“How can we possibly muck this one up?” Ron asked rhetorically, dismissing Harry’s concerns.
Acknowledging that the Degnoming Ritual was the simplest procedure he and Hermione had created, Harry nodded his head – giving Ron the go-ahead – and took his place behind the camera. Harry shook his head in disappointment the moment Ron and Luna began making love. Ron kept kicking out his legs with each thrust, while Luna alternated between stretching out her toes and flexing them. Both of their actions utterly ruined the ritual. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Harry snapped a picture. He figured he would simply add these photos to the pile of Ron and Luna’s failed attempts.
Once the married couple had completed the botched ritual, Harry looked out one of the windows when he heard some odd grunts emanating from outside. Peering down, Harry saw scores and scores of ugly gnomes milling about the exterior of the Shrieking Shack. Instead of repelling gnomes from the house and surrounding area, the muffed ritual drew the pesky creatures toward it.
SoG SoG SoG
The sun began to set on Sunday night as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna cleaned up the Shack. This was a time consuming chore, seeing how the couples had sex scores of times all throughout the magically expanded house. Each room required several passes with cleaning charms in order to remove the ample amounts of semen and other sticky forms of residue that had accumulated during the previous three days.
While they each removed the various glamour charms and reverted to their natural appearances, Hermione asked Ron and Luna, “Do you want to go into Hogsmeade for something to eat?”
“No, you two go ahead. Ronald and I have some excess sexual energy to burn off,” Luna informed them.
“How can you have any more energy?” asked Harry. “We’ve all had so much sex over the last three days that I think my penis is in a coma.”
“I’m beat. I’m not even going to think about sex for a week,” agreed Hermione. Knowing his girlfriend and how utterly kinky she was, Harry doubted Hermione’s statement would hold up.
“My Ronald is a super-charged-love-bunny,” Luna said and she smiled happily. “He can go for days and days. I’d offer for you to watch, but you’ve seen us have sex one-hundred and twenty-one times since we began photographing the many rituals for the book.”
“You counted?” asked Harry in surprise.
“Of course I did. And Ronald gave me three hundred and twelve wonderful orgasms,” Luna returned lightly as if Harry’s question was silly. “I told you, my Ronald’s a super-charged-love-bunny.”
“What can I say; when you’ve got it, you’ve got it,” Ron said, his chest puffing up with pride. “C’mon sweetie, let’s make that three hundred and thirteen.”
“Oh, at least,” chirped Luna.
“Have fun you two,” said Harry and he led Hermione out of the Shrieking Shack. The moment the door closed, they could hear Ron and Luna’s moans of pleasure.
“Let’s go to Madam Puddifoots,” offered Hermione over Luna’s emphatic shout of “OH GOD YES! RIGHT THERE!”
“They serve food there?” asked Harry as he tried to ignore the loud squelching sound from behind the door.
“Sandwiches and the like, I believe,” Hermione said and led her boyfriend away from the noisy Shack.
When they entered the teashop, Harry was struck at how dark it was inside: only a few candles were lit. Harry assumed that this was intentional; the lack of light was supposed to enhance the romantic mood of the teashop. A plump and jolly witch, obviously Madam Puddifoot herself, greeted Harry and Hermione at the door and led them to a table.
“I’ve never been in here before,” commented Hermione in a hushed tone. Even though there was only one other couple in the restaurant, Hermione didn’t want anyone to be disturbed by – or listen in on – their conversation.
“This is my second time,” stated Harry. With a coy smile, he added playfully “You’re not going to pout and whine like Cho did, are you?”
“I’m no hosepipe, thank you very much,” the brunette said with a chuckle.
After the waitress took their order – Harry had butterbeer and a cucumber sandwich, while Hermione ordered elf-wine and a liverwurst and lettuce sandwich – Harry’s eyes adjusted enough to take in the shop. Tiny, cheap decorations littered the teashop and the damn cherubs that had been present when he and Cho had a date there were still all over the place. Then Harry noticed the only other customers; they were sitting against the wall a few feet away, looking into each other’s eyes.
“Courtney? Malfoy?” he asked in surprise.
“What are you two doing here?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, just going on a date,” informed Courtney. She had a pleasant – but naughty – smile on her lips whereas Draco looked like he was in some duress. Sweat coated his deeply furrowed brow, and his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His eyes, which were firmly fixed on the Auror in training, were half closed but they burned intensely.
“Is he okay?” asked Harry.
“Oh, yeah, he’s just peachy,” announced Courtney. To prove this point, the witch bent over, took hold of the edge of the tablecloth, and flipped it up over their empty plates. Because of the darkened interior of the teashop, Harry couldn’t see the area under the table too clearly. All he could tell was that Courtney’s shoes were off and had been placed to the side. He strained his eyes in order to see what Courtney was trying to show them.
“Here, let me give you a hand,” offered Courtney. She pulled out her wand and pointed it under the table. “Lumos.”
The image Harry saw when the beam of light from Courtney’s wand illuminated the space under the table both amazed and shocked him. Courtney had her bare feet in Draco’s lap. And there, in between her feet, was ‘Draco, Jr.’ so to speak. For several seconds, Harry couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene before him. He was transfixed by the aforementioned amazing and shocking sight. Courtney worked her feet, rubbing, stroking, and massaging Draco’s hard shaft. Her toes flexed and she deftly pinched his spongy crown between her surprisingly dexterous digits. Using the arch of her left foot to hold Draco’s cock in place, Courtney dragged the ball and toes of her right down the underside of his shaft. The blond wizard rolled his head back and groaned as Courtney squeezed his manhood between her feet.
Mercifully, Harry was finally able to look away. It didn’t bother him that Courtney was giving a bloke a foot-job. What was troubling Harry was the fact that the John Thomas that Courtney was rubbing with her feet belonged to Draco. That would scare any rational person, he thought.
In order to avert his eyes from the sight, Harry fixed his gaze on Hermione. Unlike Harry, Hermione was unable to look away. Her expression was a mixture of interest, wonder, and disgust – Harry felt it was safe to assume that she felt interest and wonder over Courtney’s talented tootsies and the same level of disgust that Harry had over seeing Draco’s exposed and erect member.
“That’s amazing, Courtney,” congratulated Hermione with her nose scrunched up in distaste.
“It’s not too shabby, is it?” the Auror in training said with pride. “Some girls can tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue. I can use my toes to unzip a bloke’s trousers, pull his beef out, and wank him off. Which do you think is the more useful talent out of the two?”
Then, Draco grunted loudly and Courtney giggled girlishly. Clearly he had just blown his load and shot it all over her feet and shins.
Hermione politely applauded and stated, “You are a master, Courtney.”
“Thank you,” the witch replied and bowed her head, accepting Hermione’s praise. “Watch this.”
He knew he was going to regret it, but Harry couldn’t help but turn his attention back to the other couple. He watched as Courtney took hold of Draco’s softening member between her feet, she pushed the fleshy organ back into his trousers, and then she pinched his zipper between her first two toes and zipped his trousers shut.
“Ta-da!” cheered Courtney, throwing her arms over her head triumphantly.
“So I take it you two have hit it off?” asked Hermione.
Draco blushed and smiled demurely. The fact that Harry could refer to another bloke’s expression with such feminine terms frightened our hero. Did Harry subconsciously detect a touch of femininity in his school-nemesis? Harry gulped; perhaps he wasn’t out of the dreaded “Draco wants to bugger me” predicament as he had previously thought.
“No, we’re horrible together,” Courtney playfully replied to the brunette’s question. “Of course we hit it off, you silly witch! Do I need to show you his spunk on my feet as evidence to prove this?”
“Please don’t,” Hermione winced.
“Well, you two enjoy your dinner,” Courtney said and stood. She took the blond wizard’s hand and guided him out of his seat. “Draco and I are going to take care of his virginity problem.”
“Courtney,” Draco said with embarrassment.
“And just think, a few days ago you believed that Harry would be the one to pop your cherry,” Courtney returned impishly. Draco’s blush deepened. “Of course, that would’ve happened after you buggered him.”
At this point, Draco was such a brilliant red that he looked as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the Gobi Desert and had received a severe sunburn from the exposure. This change in complexion warned Harry that Draco was not ashamed of his failed plan to woo and seduce the black haired wizard. In fact, Harry assumed that his school-nemesis was nervous and a little embarrassed by it, but not opposed to it. Harry’s concern that Draco still held a flame for him worsened. As Draco’s face continued to glow, Harry’s turned pale.
“Ta’,” Courtney said with a wave and she led Draco out of the tea shop. While the other couple was still within earshot, Harry could hear Courtney say affectionately to the blond wizard, “I’m going to conjure up a bit of silk ribbon and tie it around the base of your cock – not only to wrap it as a present to myself, but to help you from cumming too quickly.”
Harry, who was still fretting over Draco’s dubious orientation, had not noticed the naughty look in his girlfriend’s eyes. He was drawn out of his bothersome thoughts when he felt a pair of bare feet slide into his lap.
“Err, what are you doing?” he asked as Hermione’s feet fumbled gently on his crotch.
“Trying something new,” she replied. Harry recalled his earlier assumption that his kinky girlfriend had spoken too soon when she said earlier she wouldn’t even think about sex for days. The show that Courtney had given them had only encouraged Hermione and her sexually adventurous streak. After a moment of clumsy motions of attempting to grab hold of his zipper between her toes, she requested “Open your trousers and pull ‘Harry, Jr.’ out.” It appeared that Hermione was concentrating on the task at foot to use the proper term for penis and had instead used Harry’s pet nickname for his manhood.
Not being one to pass an opportunity at any form of sex, Harry willingly did as requested. Hermione held the tip of her tongue between her teeth and had one eye shut in concentration. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was just starting to wake up – the organ was more than eager to try something new – when something horrible happened. You see, if either Harry or Hermione had asked Courtney, she would’ve possibly told them that they needed to practice a bit before jumping right into the delicate art of a foot-job. Perhaps some time spent using a banana in proxy for the real thing until Hermione got the required gentle force and dexterity down. Unfortunately, the young couple discovered first hand (or is that first foot in this case?) that without hours of trial and error performed on inanimate objects to learn the intricacies of foot-jobs, mistakes happen. The particular mistake that Hermione committed dealt with her losing control and accidentally dropping the heel of her foot on Harry’s tender and hypersensitive testicles.
When the waitress came back with the two sandwiches and drinks, she must have been quite surprised to see Hermione who had her wide, guilt-filled eyes fixed on Harry as he had his head on the table with tears of pain welling up in his eyes.
Once the waitress left, Hermione asked “I’m going to have to work a lot to make this up to you, aren’t I?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Harry half groaned, half whimpered.
SoG SoG SoG
For the next two weeks, all of Hermione’s free time was entirely devoted to writing the book and serving her punishment for accidentally dropping her foot on Harry’s genitals. This retribution was paid with blowjobs while he ate breakfast, intense spanking sessions after morning lessons before lunch, anal sex in cupboards after dinner, and tittie-shagging before they fell asleep. As punishments went, Hermione thought hers were fairly enjoyable – especially the buggering and paddling.
It was decided upon by Harry and Hermione that since most of the photos of Luna and Ron showed the improper way to perform the rituals that the magical pictures of the married couple would be used in the book as warnings in a “Do Not Attempt the Rituals This Way” section. Each of that pair’s photos would contain alerts, notifying the reader the dangers of performing the ritual incorrectly. Such as drawing gnomes in droves or setting the house on fire.
To create the various pages of the book, Hermione used Sticking Charms to attach a photo onto a piece of parchment. She would then write lengthy directions, precautions, and a list of benefits under the photos. Even using wizarding photographs, some rituals needed multiple photos and several pages of directions, warning, and benefits. Once she was finished writing each page, she cast a special charm to turn her writing into block letters to make it look professional.
Finally, after hundreds of pages were composed and properly illustrated, Hermione set her quill down and announced proudly, “My first book is finished!” This was promptly followed by the brunette witch growling like a hungry puma and pouncing on Harry before shagging his brains out.
“CALL ME AN AUTHOR AND SLAP MY BOTTOM!” she cried out as she pounded herself on Harry’s lap, forcibly driving ‘Harry, Jr.’ into her sex.
SoG SoG SoG
“Luna, have you talked to your father about printing our book yet?” Hermione asked during lunch the next day.
“Yes, he informed me through a post I received yesterday that he’s made the necessary changes to switch the printer so that it can print and bind books,” the blonde said with a dreamy smile. “We can start this weekend.”
“That will be fabulous,” Hermione said. Her voice was a touch husky with a hint of lust.
“We still have to settle on a name then shouldn’t we?” asked Harry. “We can’t print a book without a title.”
“I know,” Ron stated. “How about ‘Ron Weasley and the -”
“No, Ron!” Hermione said, cutting him off irritably. “We’ve been through this already.”
“Mate,” Harry began, “you have to remember the book is not about you. It’s never been about you. I don’t know why you or anyone would think that the book focuses on you.”
“If anyone should have their name before the title, it should be Harry’s,” Hermione continued. “It was because his love power base that we stumbled upon the original book. And he’s the one who came up with the plan to write a new one to help the people of wizarding Britain. So if the book’s title was going to contain anyone’s name, it would read ‘Harry Potter and the…’. Definitely not ‘Ron Weasley and the…’”
“They’re right, Ronald,” Luna added, soothing her husband before he could retort with one of his illogical and baseless arguments. “Anyway, we were using disguises and aliases. So even if this was an alternate reality where the book inexplicably ended up focusing on you, it could never be a story about ‘Ron Weasley’.”
“I think we should use the title Harry suggested but with a minor change,” speculated Hermione. “I think we should call it ‘Books of Love Magic: Volume One’.”
“Wait – ‘Volume One’? Do you mean you plan on writing more?” asked Harry. The dark and lustful look in Hermione’s eyes told him her answer as well as informing him that they would be devising and practicing new rituals for the next book within a few hours.
“How do we plan on selling it?” asked Luna.
“Well, Alicia works at Franklin’s of Cardiff, so we can probably sell it there,” offered Harry, slightly distracted by the lusty look in his girlfriend’s eyes – which were growing darker and darker with want and desire by the second. So much so that Harry had to reassess his estimated time. Judging by the look his lover was giving him, he assumed that the moment they stepped out of the Great Hall, Hermione would drag Harry to a nearby broom cupboard. The notion of being a published author was making Hermione so randy that Harry reckoned that his lover must have been practically dripping by that point. Of course, the mere idea of his lover being so turned on caused Harry to become aroused himself.
“And we should have Fred and George market it,” Ron added, clearly happy to add something useful to promote the plan, for a change. “After all, they do a bang up job promoting the joke shop. I think they’d do wonders for the book.”
“That would be great,” Harry agreed. “After we stop by Luna’s dad’s, we’ll head over to the twins’ shop and talk to them about it.”
“This will be wonderful!” cheered Luna. “As to which one of us should get top billing so to speak, I think since Hermione has done all of the work, her nom de plume should get be first, with our names listed as her co-contributors at best.”
Bolstered by Luna’s declaration making her the main author, Hermione dropped all pretenses and snaked her hand into Harry’s trousers. After his lover gave ‘Harry, Jr.’ a squeeze and a stroke, Harry decided to copy Hermione’s actions and he slid his hand up her skirt, pushed his fingers under her knickers, and wriggled into her moist folds. After all, Harry prided himself on fair-play and being a gentleman. And if he didn’t slide two fingers deep into her already hot, wet, and quivering sex while she wanked him off, it would be rude and inconsiderate of him.
“You two are so deliciously kinky!” cheered Luna, knowing full well what Harry and Hermione were doing in the middle of the crowded Great Hall. “Just like Stripped-Kildrickles during mating session!”
“Luna, would you mind casting a Silencing Charm on Hermione?” requested Harry as his lover closed her eyes in near ecstasy. “You know how much of a screamer she is.”
“Oh, poo,” bemoaned Luna with an exaggerated pout. “Hermione’s boisterous cries of passion are very entertaining. Not hearing her scream out ‘Sweet Baby Maeve’ every so often would be a dreadful disappointment for me.”
“We’ll make it up to you later,” Hermione groaned out.
“I want arse-to-mouth,” demanded the blonde dreamily. “That’s how you can make it up to me. I get to watch Harry bugger you, Hermione, then he has to cum in your mouth and you must swallow like the dirty witch you are.”
“Luna!” Harry said in shock and scandal.
“”Fine, just have a mouth-cleansing charm ready for me afterwards,” Hermione said. Clearly she was not shocked or scandalized in the slightest over this demand. In fact, her eyes darkened even more. Obviously, Hermione was keen to try this new and naughty activity. Harry eyed his girlfriend appreciatively: would there ever be a time where he wouldn’t be amazed at just how kinky Hermione could be?
Having gotten her way, Luna giggled triumphantly before twirling her wand and casting the Silencing Charm on Harry and Hermione. The timing of this charm was impeccable, for Hermione cried out a mere second after it was cast. Judging by how much she flowed into his hand, Harry guessed that her scream would’ve echoed off the walls.
If the charm was not in place, Harry knew that loud squelching sounds would be emanating from Hermione. Her honey dripped off of his fingers as he continued to pump and rub away. Of course, Harry was not one to point fingers – even if those fingers weren’t busy stimulating his lover. He, too, was making wet squelching sounds. Thanks to his girlfriend’s firm and loving touch, sizable amounts of pre-cum dripped out of ‘Harry, Jr.’s eye.
While he stimulated Hermione and she him, Harry scanned his fellow students gathered in the Great Hall. Once in a while, someone would look in Harry and Hermione’s direction. Thankfully, these people seemed not to notice what the couple was doing despite their bright red and sweat covered faces. Everyone was too caught up in their own dealings to have noticed the impromptu hand-job session occurring at the Gryffindor table.
Luna had her elbows on the table and chin perched on her hands and she watched Harry and Hermione happily. There was a joyous twinkle in her eyes and a pleased grin on her face. It was clear that Luna had openly embraced her new voyeur leanings. When Hermione’s second climax struck, the blonde witch complimented Harry at his task; “Harry, you’re doing a splendid job.”
Obviously, both Ron and Luna were enjoying the show. However, whereas Luna was merrily content to watch, Ron looked as if he was having difficulty not masturbating himself right there and then. The wizard’s hands kept clenching into fists while beads of sweat blossomed all over his face.
Noticing her husband’s discomfort, Luna said in a soothing voice, “That erection of yours must be terribly uncomfortable, dear. Your penis is confined in your trousers, all scrunched up, throbbing away, and begging for release. I, too, am aching just watching. But since you and I aren’t as adventurous as Harry and Hermione, we can’t take care of our urges here in public. Once they finish, I’ll take you to a cupboard and we’ll fix our problems.”
Finally, Harry shot his load down his trouser leg. Being the naughty witch that she was, Hermione made a show of licking her fingers.
Harry was about to make a comment regarding how lucky he was to have Hermione as a lover when he noticed something he had not seen before. From his seat at the Slytherin table, Draco had his grey eyes firmly locked on Harry. The blond wizard had a coy, impish smile while he winked theatrically at Harry.
“Um, we have to talk to Courtney and see how things went with Malfoy,” Harry gulped.
“You just got wanked by your girlfriend and the first thought you have is about Malfoy?” Ron asked snidely. “You can’t be that interested in that git’s love life, can you?”
“If it will save me from being buggered, then yes, I am interested.”
SoG SoG SoG
After explaining that they were leaving the castle for an important, yet ambiguous, errand, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron used McGonagall’s fireplace to floo-travel to the Lovegood home.
Taking Luna’s odd intricacies into account, Harry was expecting that the Lovegood home would be unique to say the least and attempted to prepare himself for this. Despite this preparation, what Harry saw while picking himself off the floor after he gracelessly tumbled out of the floo shocked him.
Doilies.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of round lace and linen doilies of every size and design littered the house. There were doilies carefully placed under each foot of every piece of furniture. Instead of throw pillows, frilly doilies lovingly graced the squashy chairs and couch. Dozen were placed on top of books as dust covers and some small doilies were placed in several books as page-markers. Scores were hung from the walls like fine pieces of art. Some of the larger cloth circles were placed strategically like stepping stones on the floor to guide guest to the kitchen and loo.
“Daddy has a penchant for doilies. He’s collected quite a number of them,” informed Luna conversationally as if everyone had such a peculiar hobby.
“I… I can see that,” Harry said in wide-eyed wonder.
A wizard with a touch of grey in his blond hair came bounding out of the hallway. The wizard, obviously Luna’s father appeared perfectly normal and sane. But the doily that he wore at a jaunty angle on top of his head in lieu of a hat shattered this appearance.
“Luna, my darling daughter!” he greeted the blonde witch with an affectionate hug.
“Hello, Daddy!” she returned and kissed his cheek.
“Now, dear, I’ve made the necessary adjustments to the printer so that it will make books instead of my highly informative and entertaining newspaper,” stated Mr. Lovegood. “But I can’t stay around and help you out. There’s a wonderful doily convention in Berlin that I simply must attend. They’ll be displaying the new Smithenhoff pattern today and I can’t miss that!”
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll handle everything,” Luna said cheerfully.
“Brilliant! Well, then, I’m off!” Mr. Lovegood said before dashing to the fireplace. He threw a pinch of floo into the flames and shouted “The Berlin Convention Centre!” before disappearing.
“The printer is this way,” stated Luna, leading the others down into the house’s cellar. Of course, the steps leading down to the cellar were covered with doilies, much like the rest of the house.
A massive contraption made out of wood, iron, and rock with steam-pipes, bells, knobs, dials, and leavers dominated the cellar. On one end of the device was a small drawer and the opposite side had a hole that opened onto a conveyor belt.
“It’s fairly simple to operate; you put the source material into this drawer,” said Luna, pointing to the drawer. “Then the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will copy, print, and bind the material. The finished product will come out on the conveyor belt.
“Is the book ready? Everything is in order the way you want it?” Luna asked Hermione.
“Yes,” Hermione replied. The brunette witch pulled the large, neat, and orderly stack of parchment that she had worked so tirelessly on out of her bag and handed it to Luna. “But I haven’t made a book cover yet.”
“Oh that’s simple; the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will make one for us,” the blonde replied and took the stack of parchment from Hermione and set it in the drawer. She turned back to Hermione and asked, “How does a nice faux-leather cover dyed light red sound to you?”
“That would be lovely,” Hermione answered with a smile.
Luna pulled out her wand and tapped the machine several times in a seemingly random pattern for several seconds. Then the machine began to make a groaning noise that reminded Harry of the sounds that would emanate from Dudley’s stomach when the obese boy had not eaten his weight in bacon for a period of longer than four hours. The drawer closed on its own and the groaning grew louder and louder. The machine began to vibrate and shake violently. In a matter of moments, the machine made a loud, wet, belching sound and a large red book dropped out of the opening and landed on the conveyor belt.
With a noticeable tremble in her hands, Hermione carefully picked up the freshly printed book. Lovingly, she caressed its face which bore in elegant, gold lettering; “Books of Love Magic, Volume One by Mona Puckle with Tim Hunter, Neil Gaiman, and Perky Weatherby.” With her eyes shimmering, she looked at Harry and euphorically announced, “I’m an author!”
Directly after this proclamation, Hermione had an orgasm so powerful that her knees gave way. Hermione loved books so much that holding one that she actually wrote was enough to send her to the heights of physical rapture. The machine belched again and another book was deposited on the conveyor belt. And Hermione groaned even louder. Harry watched intently as his lover moaned and trembled while clutching the book to her breast. And needless to say, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was urgently suggesting that they should go over there, pull Hermione’s knickers down, and help with her orgasms. This seemed like a novel idea to Harry; after all, he was Hermione’s boyfriend and it was his right as such to participate and share in her orgasms.
When the fourth book was printed – corresponding with Hermione’s fourth orgasm – Luna advised, “Perhaps we should take Hermione out of here? It seems that she’s having a climax every time a book is printed. Not that I don’t enjoy watching her ecstasy – which I truly do – but I think that Hermione may be in danger of dying of dehydration. This is a likely outcome since we’re going to print eight hundred copies in this initial run.” Luna’s stating of the projected number of copies triggered yet another body jarring climax for Hermione.
After scooping her up in his arms, Harry carried Hermione out of the cellar. While they walked up the stairs, Hermione continuously shivered and muttered, “I’m an author! – OH! – I’m an author! – OH!”
SoG SoG SoG
Once Hermione recovered – which included a quick yet completely shattering shag where she had clutched her book to her bosom and had wrapped her legs around Harry as he pounded away at her and the brunette shouted “I’M AN AUTHOR!” continuously, then a shower – the two couples made their way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Instead of the standard bell chiming when the door open, a loud, obnoxious, pants-staining fart sounded as the four friends walked into the shop.
Much like every other store in Diagon Alley, the twins’ shop was devoid of customers. The threat of Voldemort and his minions had scared everyone into hiding in their homes.
Obviously drawn to the sound of the unique door “chime,” Fred came strolling around the corner.
“Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” he greeted the two couples.
“Fred, why are you wearing a blindfold?” asked Harry curiously.
“Ah, it’s you, Harry,” stated Fred without removing his blindfold. “Are there any witches of… ahem, advanced age with you?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s just me, Hermione, Ron, and Luna,” Harry informed.
“Brilliant! George, it’s safe to come out!” Fred called out while tugging off his blindfold. He blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the light.
“What’s with you two?” demanded Ron.
“It’s bloody Remus,” Fred began hotly as his twin took his place at his side.
“He pranked us back at Ginny’s birthday,” added George with an equal amount of anger to his voice.
“Ever since then, we’ve been forced to see through old witches’ clothing.”
“Do you have any idea of how much tits sag on a ninety year-old witch?” asked Fred.
“We do regrettably,” answered George, and both twins shivered in disgust.
Harry and Hermione shared a guilty look. It appeared that the little prank they pulled on Fred and George months ago was still in effect. Perhaps Harry’s power-boost had an unforeseen result, extending the length of the short-term spell.
“And the worst part is that Remus claims he had nothing to do with it,” continued Fred.
“Yeah, says he couldn’t have done it cause he wasn’t even there that night,” George stated.
“But we know he’s a Marauder. Little things like that wouldn’t stop him from pulling a prank.”
“So you two answer the door to your shop with blindfolds on, just in case your customer is an old witch?” asked Luna.
“It’s a necessary precaution in order not to see drooping and sagging bits and pieces,” answered George sagely.
An idea popped up in Harry’s head. He gave Hermione a look that told her to play along. But this look also asked Hermione to remain silent because Harry was about to lie. And since his lover was such a horrible liar, he knew that if she tried to help Harry, she’d give everything away and ruin his plan. The black haired wizard turned back to the twins and offered, “What if we convinced Remus to lift the curse?”
“That would be bloody fantastic!” cheered Fred.
“Too right, we’d owe you so much if you could do that,” George said.
“That’s great because we need a favor from you two,” stated Harry.
“If you got Remus to end this horrific and penis-shriveling prank, I’ll convince Fred to go down on you,” offered George. To which Fred nodded his head enthusiastically. Clearly, the continual shock of seeing every elderly witch naked had taken its toll on the twins; they were willing to do anything in order for it to end.
“Well, instead of sickening sexual favors, how about you two just promote a book for me?” Harry asked.
“What kind of a book?” one of the twins asked.
“A book on sex magic,” answered Harry as he handed Fred one of the copies.
Fred thumbed through the book with George looking over his shoulder. “Merlin, we heard about the Pensieves you two passed around Hogwarts, but we didn’t realize that you had grown so bloody kinky,” said George as he eyed one of the many photos in the book.
“That’s not us,” objected Hermione. “They’re friends of ours. You wouldn’t know them.”
As stated previously, Hermione was a poor liar. One might easily argue that the witch was a pathetic fibber. Her voice, which was warbling noticeably, was much higher than normal and her face burned a bright red as she denied George’s assumptions. Of course, this only served to confirm said assumption.
“Cor, Hermione, you’re a nimble minx,” commented Fred after turning another page.
“I swear this will help us get over the trauma of seeing naked decrepit witches,” added George while looking at one of the pictures with wide, impressed eyes.
“SWEET BUGGERING MORGAN LA FEY!” exclaimed Fred after he turned further into the book. “It’s always the smart witches, isn’t it?”
With a proud smile on his lips and in his eyes, George walked to Harry and hugged him. George said with naked pride, “Hang on to her, my boy. Don’t let her go.”
“Getting back to the matter at hand,” Hermione interrupted. Fred turned the book on its edge so that he could get a better angle on one of the photos. “Any suggestions as to how you two can promote this book?”
“Oh, we have some – SHE SWALLOWS?” cried out Fred. Once again, George pulled Harry into a tight embrace and spoke softly and earnestly, “Do not ever let her go. Every bloke should cherish a bird that does anal and swallows.”
“Hey, so does Luna!” Ron offered, clearly hoping to earn some of his brothers’ praise.
“She does?” George asked in awe.
“Where the hell do you two find such magnificently adventurous and open minded witches?” Fred asked Ron and Harry. “And can you find a set for George and me?”
“The last time we asked a bird if we could bugger her, she slapped us in the face and we never heard from her again,” explained George.
“Wait, ‘we’ and ‘us’?” Harry asked. “Don’t tell me both of you were asking the same girl at the same time?”
“Why not?”
“We’re twins.”
“We do everything together.”
“Even the same witch.”
“Yeah, they’ve got three holes after all and there are two of us.”
“Plenty of entry points, if you ask us.”
“Course we’ve only had access to two of those holes and, unlike Harry and our dear brother, have been denied the third, and most prized, hole.”
“How are you going to promote it?” interrupted Hermione, hoping not to hear any more on how much the twins shared.
“We’ll think of something,” replied the twins in unison.
“Where do you plan on selling this?” asked Fred. “It’s not like Flourish and Blotts will carry this.”
“We were thinking about Franklin’s of Cardiff,” answered Harry. “Alicia works there.”
“Speaking of which, we better head over there and see if she’ll even sell the book before you two start making plans on how to hype it,” Hermione said to the twins.
“Oh, don’t worry. We won’t be thinking of any plans today,” George said.
“Yeah, we’ll be wanking like mad over this book for the next few hours or so,” added Fred.
“Hey, you do realize that one of the blokes in those pictures is me, right?” Ron asked, shaken over the notion that his brothers were planning on pleasuring themselves over photos that depicted him.
“Don’t worry, dear brother,” assured Fred. “We won’t wank while looking at you.”
“We will, however, gladly and unreservedly wank while ogling your wife,” offered George.
“She’s got wonderful knockers,” complimented Fred.
“Epic, they are,” added George.
“Why, that’s so sweet,” Luna said sincerely while blushing at Fred and George’s crude compliments. “I’d pop open my blouse and give you a live viewing of them out of appreciation of your kind words. But as you’re Ronald’s brothers, that’d be inappropriate to do.”
Before the twins could voice a protest, Harry asked the top-heavy blonde, “If you don’t mind, could I take a gander?”
“Of course I don’t mind, Harry. Don’t even hesitate to ask,” Luna said with a genuine smile. “Once we’re out of view of the twins, I’ll open my blouse and you can look to your heart’s content.”
“Wait a tick, Harry and Ron are best friends,” Fred began to argue.
“They’re practically brothers,” continued George.
“And we need to see a set of young breasts…”
“… especially after being forced to see ancient witches’ sagging tits for months.”
“I’m sorry to say there’s a whole world of difference between ‘like a brother’ and ‘is a brother’,” Luna pointed out, denying the twins’ request yet again.
“I say you show ‘em,” offered Ron. “Just so they can see just what I get to play with every night.”
“And every morning,” corrected Luna, “as well as most afternoons. But since you’ve given me permission to expose myself to your brothers, I’ll gladly do it. After all, I do so love letting my breasts out in the open air.”
“Prepare to be amazed,” Harry told the twins.
Luna presented her covered chest to Fred and George and theatrically threw her blouse open. The twins’ eyes bounced in time with Luna’s own “twins” as her giant orbs sprang free.
“Oh, those are…” Fred muttered.
“Spectacular,” stated George.
“Now remember, look but don’t touch,” Ron warned. “As her husband, I’m the only one who can touch her titties.”
“Besides me that is,” announce Hermione, as she stepped up behind Luna. The brunette wrapped her arms around Luna’s sizable chest and playfully pinched both of her large nipples for everyone to see. This action caused Luna to giggle, which in turn caused her to jiggle.
The twins and Ron’s faces went white as sheets as every ounce of blood raced to their respective organs to reinforce their rapidly growing erections caused by the sight of one witch playing with another’s boobs. Harry knew this was happening to the Weasley brothers because the exact same thing was happening to him.
“Um, okay, we’ll get started on ideas to promote your book,” George said in a very small voice.
“That is after we’ve wanked ourselves raw,” Fred, whose voice was equally small, adjusted.
“That goes without saying,” concluded his twin.
“While you two are doing that, we’ll take our witches into a dark alley and have them take care of our erections,” teased Harry.
“Rub it in, why don’t you,” Fred said with a touch of envy.
“That’s a wonderful idea!” cheered Hermione. “I’ll have Harry cum on my bottom and he can rub it in.”
The twins were about to make a witty retort, but another of Hermione’s frolicsome pinches of Luna’s nipples took their breath away.
“Enjoy masturbating,” teased Harry as he led his lover and their friends out of the shop.
“We will,” replied Fred and George.
SoG SoG SoG
At Franklin’s of Cardiff, Harry told Alicia about the book while Hermione, Luna, and Ron browsed the toy section of the sex shop. Every once in a while, Harry could hear Hermione giggle excitedly – presumably she would do this over some new sex toy or product.
“You two are certainly kinky aren’t you?” Alicia asked while scanning through the book.
Realizing that denying the truth would be pointless, Harry forged ahead and asked, “Do you think you could sell the book here?”
“Sure, little good it will do,” she replied. “I haven’t had a customer in days. And the last one only bought a pair of discounted knickers and nothing else. Most days, it doesn’t pay to even open the doors.”
“We’ve got Fred and George on marketing,” informed Harry. “Hopefully they’ll be able to raise interest.”
“That should be interesting. Knowing those two, it should be something big and spectacular,” Alicia commented. The witch paused on one page in particular and her eyes bulged. She held it up so Harry could see the picture, and asked, “Didn’t this hurt?”
“You have to stretch up a bit before you try it. There are a few exercises in the first chapter so that you and your boyfriend can do it without hurting yourselves,” Harry informed, not bothered in the slightest about giving hints on sexual positions to his former Quidditch teammate.
Hermione finally came running up to the counter and deposited an armful of toys and gadgets.
“Looks like you’re going to be busy tonight, Harry,” Alicia commented as she tallied up all of Hermione’s toys. The witch paused and held up a rubber plug and announced “From what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen in this book, I’m positive you’ll like this one.”
After Harry paid for Hermione’s toys, Alicia sniffed the air and asked “Why do you lot smell of sex?”
“That’s because Ronald and I, as well as Harry and Hermione, had sex in the alley just before we came in,” explained Luna. “Harry came on Hermione’s bottom.”
“Ah, that’s why the odor is so potent,” Alicia said with a smile.
SoG SoG SoG
After stopping in their chambers, where Harry stuffed one of Hermione’s new toys – a ribbed, pink, bum-plug – up her bottom, the young couple made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. As they walked… well, as Harry walked and Hermione limped – he proudly commented, “You are such a kinky girl.”
“And you love it,” Hermione said with a smile.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Then you better heed the twins’ suggestion: ‘Never let me go,’” she said with no shame as the plug wriggled in her bottom with each step.
“Oh, I’ll never let that happen,” Harry said and placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Jokingly, he added, “It would be downright stupid of me to let a girl who likes to swallow leave.”
“And don’t forget buggering,” offered a familiar voice. Courtney strolled around the corner and clarified, “Never let a girl go who likes to get bum-shagged. They’re definitely a keeper.”
“Very true,” Hermione said with a nod.
“Speaking of buggery; is that why you’re walking with a limp?” Courtney asked as she fell in step with the teen lovers. “Did Harry roger you so hard that he hobbled you?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I have a rather large and exceedingly pleasant plug up my bottom,” Hermione answered. Brazenly, the brunette added; “Although, after supper, Harry’s going to spank me silly, pop the plug out, and then shag me so hard that I’ll be limping even without the plug.”
“Both of you are so wildly naughty,” Courtney congratulated. “Even if Draco and I had sex in every cupboard in the castle – which we’re trying to do before term is up, it’s important to set goals – we’ll never reach the lofty heights you two have set.”
Harry stopped walking and asked in a serious, but nervous tone, “Ah, Courtney, about Draco. He’s still giving me the ‘eye.’”
“Oh, that,” Courtney said with a cute blush to her cheeks. “I wasn’t completely correct when I said Draco wasn’t a poofter. After some ‘probing,’” she said the word knowingly, “I’ve changed my assessment – Draco’s mostly not-gay. I’d say he’s about twenty to thirty percent light in the loafers. This makes him mostly straight, I’m more than happy to say.”
Harry gulped fearful over the notion that Malfoy was gay – even if it was only twenty or thirty percent.
“How did you come to that conclusion?” Hermione asked. She, too, was fearful over this development. Of course she wasn’t as worried as Harry. But then again, she wasn’t the one Malfoy wanted to bugger.
“Well, have you ever heard of pegging?” the Auror in training asked.
“No,” Harry and Hermione both replied.
“Well, then, I can’t tell you what it is, because it’ll probably give Hermione some ideas,” Courtney informed. She explained “But, pegging doesn’t make a bloke gay, necessarily. However, the words and phrases of encouragement that Draco was saying – or rather shouting at the top of his lungs – kind of told me he still craves some stiff man-meat. A rather specific man’s meat, if you follow my meaning. If you don’t, I’m referring to Harry’s meat.”
Again, Harry gulped. This time, he swallowed a mouthful of hot bile that had been threatening to escape.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” Courtney said comfortingly. “I’m just the girl to keep him from trying to hump you.” She patted Harry on the shoulder and said cheerfully; “Speaking of which – I’m off to go shag my blond-boy-toy! There’s a bunch of cupboards on the third floor we haven’t fucked in yet!”
With a happy trot, Courtney left Harry and Hermione to go fetch Draco.
“I think I lost my appetite,” announced Hermione who had a green tinge to her face.
Harry, who assumed that his complexion was a shade that would of put Hermione’s green tinge to shame, just nodded his head in agreement. As a pair, the two turned and headed back to their chambers in silence. Harry was so lost in thoughts of Draco still pining away for him that he had forgotten about Hermione’s bum-plug and subsequent plan of spankings and shag.
However, Harry’s fears over the threat of Draco were chased from his head when he and Hermione entered their chambers to find a brilliant, silver doe waiting for them.
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The harem has a naughty audience watching their fun.
I am involved in a five sided love triangle or whatever it’s called – a pentagon love deal I guess? I just don’t know any other way to say it.
A couple of weeks later Suzy introduced me to Nurse Anderson. She wasn’t what I expected when I first heard her name. She was petite half Asian woman about 5’ 3” with a tight body and small breasts. She looked younger than her twenty-five. I figured that Suzy liked her because she was Asian.
“Yes, I will go with you, but I have my niece to take care of,” said Tanya Andersen. “Maybe she can stay with Suzy while we’re gone out.”
Her niece Halley was a twelve year little thing. I hoped to have the same body as Suzy. Tanya arrived at my house later that evening. Suzy was excited to have someone new to spend time around while I was gone. Halley was just an inch taller and what I could tell her father must have been white.
I took Tanya out for a quiet dinner. We talked about where she went to school and where she worked before. I talked about my family and my books and other things I’ve done. I found it odd that Tanya didn’t talk about her family and hardly said a word about Halley. We ended the date a few hours later. I invited her back to my place for a few drinks. She declined but decided she’ll bring over dinner for the four of us the next night.
“Did you get lucky?” asked Suzy. She sounded jealous.
“No, she promised to bring dinner over for the four of us tomorrow,” I replied.
“That’s good,” said Suzy she touched my crotch. “Can we do it then?”
“Yes, but we’ll hold off until Sunday after that,” I told her. Suzy took off her clothes and climbed into my bed. She bent down on her knees with her ass in the air. I stripped off my clothes and crawled up behind her. We lay in bed resting about an hour later when I had an idea.
“Can you try to get some pictures of Halley for me?” I asked.
The next night the dinner Tanya brought over was decent, even though I could have made it better. I didn’t tell her that. She also had one other thing. Tanya brought over some beer. After eating we went to the living and talked and drank. The girls went into Suzy’s bedroom. I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance so I didn’t feel buzzed when Tanya started feeling the affects. I surprised her by kissing her. She responded by kissing me back.
I led her back to my bedroom. I passed by my computer and saw my digital camera was gone. I kissed Tanya some more and we took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra so I saw her a-cup breasts. I kissed and sucked them. She moaned lightly.
I stripped off her pants and panties. She had a little tuff of pubic hair which I loved in women. I went down to finger and eat her pussy and she tensed up.
“Go, ahead and fuck me,” she said.
“I like to a little foreplay first,” I said.
“I’ve never been comfortable with that,” she said.
“We, don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I told her.
“I want to, its just I haven’t had sex much,” she said. Since I was already erect I slid my dick into her pussy. It was tight and barely lubricated. I pumped in and out she moaned a little. I reached down to rub her clit and she pulled my hand away. I felt myself becoming angry. She was denying me the full experience of her.
I pumped into her harder and harder as fast as I could. I saw she was enjoying even though she tried to hide it. She said something next that surprised me.
“Don’t come in my daddy,” she said and orgasmed. I blew my load. I like young girls, but actual incest was something I didn’t want to try.
We rested and I held onto her so she would not leave.
“Tell me about what you said,” I told Tanya. I held her tight so she knew she couldn’t leave.
“My father married a young woman from the Philippines because he liked young Asian girls. He eventually helped her bring over her younger sister so he could have sex with her as well. When I about 8 my dad started touching me, but he didn’t actually rape me until I was eleven. I had Halley when I was thirteen,” said Tanya. “There are days that I hate her.”
“You have her staying with you,” I said.
“I was afraid of what might happen to her when she got older,” said Tanya. “I spank her so hard, but that’s not all I want to do. Sometimes I want to cram the hairbrush I spank her with into her pussy so she can feel what I felt.”
“Does she know?” I asked.
“No, I hadn’t told her why I have permission to spank her so bad,” said Tanya. I was erect again. I flipped her over onto her back and nudged her legs apart.
“I want to give you as much pleasure as possible,” I told her. “I also want to see you respond a little better.” Tanya nodded and smiled.
I walked out of the room to get a drink of water. Suzy sat nude at my computer, downloading pictures to the computer. The pictures were of Halley. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
“Can we do it now?” asked Suzy. I was semi erect, but wanted to be fully hard. I had her turn around in the chair and spread her legs.
I ate her out until I was fully hard and stood up. Suzy stood up and I got into the chair. She mounted me and started riding. Suzy stopped she looked over to see Tanya standing staring. She had a hand to her mouth.
“I can’t believe you like it,” said Tanya.
“He’s great,” said Suzy.
“We should go to the bedroom,” I suggested. I pulled up a chair to the bed. “Sit.” I told Tanya. She sat down. “Now start playing with yourself.”
Suzy rode up and down on my cock as Tanya played with herself. It took only a few minutes for all three of us to reach orgasm. I lay on the bed with Suzy laying on top of me. I had one more idea.
“Eat Suzy’s pussy,” I suggested.
“I’ve never tried that,” said Tanya. I really wanted to fuck her in the ass, but I needed some time to get my strength back.
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We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.
Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered.
“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”
She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”
Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”
Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.
We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.
We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.
Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.
Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”
“That’s fine.”
She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”
We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”
I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.
The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”
I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.
She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.
I said, “I really like your outfit.”
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.
Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”
“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”
Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”
Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn’t be able to out talk Pam.
Pam said, “My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house.”
I said, “Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it.”
Pam hesitated a second and then, “Well actually, it’s my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren’t too wild.”
We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam’s five-foot five-inch body.
We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up.
Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, “I’m sorry Paula. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you’re just really pretty.”
We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, “This is the most I ever drank.”
The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad.
Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, “What games are we going to play tonight?”
Pam sighed and said, “I forgot to bring them.”
The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, “Well I did bring one board game.”
Someone asked, “What’s the name of it?”
“Getting To Know You,” replied Pam.
“How do you play it?” another party goer asked.
“It’s easy,” replied Pam. “You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a “have your partner take off one article of your clothing square,” or it’s an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one.”
She grinned lewdly and said, “You don’t want to go to level two guys.”
Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, “Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won’t make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
Paula looked at me. I said, “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”
She thought and said, “Let’s start playing and see.”
The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, “Kiss your partner for two minutes.”
Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue.
Pam yelled in a teasing voice, “Just good friends…NOT!”
Paula’s first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled.
The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards.
Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten.
One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist.
Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious.
Finally it was Paula’s turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, “I think it’s time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced.”
Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”
She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me.
The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, “Shit.”
Someone said, “Read the card Pam.”
Pam read, “Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come.”
Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, “Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here.”
Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet.
Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn’t blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts.
Pam’s boyfriend was laughing and said, “I guess we better call that the end of the game.”
He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, “I guess I should have quit when you did.”
It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, “Why don’t you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we’re ready to leave, we’ll blow the car horn.”
I nodded and took Paula’s hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen.
Finally Paula asked, “Do you think I’m a chicken?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’ve never played a game like and it got to me too.”
Paula stopped walking and faced me. “You don’t understand. I think I could play that game, but that’s not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people.”
The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, “What a wonderful thing to say to me.”
Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment.
“They’re beautiful, “I whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I asked, “Can I touch them?”
She giggled nervously, “If you don’t I’ll kill myself.”
We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, “They won’t break honey.”
I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped.
A car horn sounded in the distance.
“Shit,” she wailed in frustration.
She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, “This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys.
I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam’s house, I teased her breasts.
We arrived at Pam’s, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula’s car and kissed. She said, “It’s late and I didn’t tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow is Gran’s special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
“Of course,” I answered.
She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, “Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?”
I was confused. “No.”
She stared at me and answered, “How about a virgin on the pill?”
I answered quietly. “I’m a virgin too. When…?”
“When I knew you were coming…just in case…I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn’t know what would happen, but you are my best friend and…”
I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, “I don’t want to leave you.”
I said, “Go home and take care of Gran. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”
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There should be a class reunion as always. But it has been an incredible orgy.
Cindy and Sindy are in trouble.
I do welcoome any and all comments. Quite true, some comments are meant to be mean-spirited. Trust me. I ignore you. 🙂 This is a work of fiction. It took me a long time to write and I can only hope that there will be “some” who will appreciate the content.
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The Next Day – More Vampiric Fun and Games
The holiday fun continues
In a quiet remote part of rural England a country girl fantasizes about a more adventurous life.
The Girls Next Door
This all started about two years ago when I was 50 years old. My wife had died in a car wreck about six months earlier when a drunk driver, fleeing State Troopers, t-boned my wife’s truck killing her instantly. Turns out he was the son of a prominent politico who was very willing to agree to a large out of court settlement and 15-25 years in a Texas prison plea bargain to keep it out of the papers. That and the insurance payments made my future a lot easier.
We lived on 10 acres about 20 miles outside Austin, Texas. It wasn’t really rural. We lived at the end of the road and we had neighbors on both sides of the road about 300 yards away. Close enough to no but far enough for privacy. We had lived in L.A. and swore when I retired from the military we would never live that way again.
Two weeks after my wife’s funeral I was moping around the house on a Sunday morning and there was a knock on my door, something that was a very rare occurrence out here. I opened the door and there stood Anna and CJ, the daughters of my neighbors up the road, Ricardo and Mara Ramirez. Anna was 15. We had just attended her Castaneda a month before the accident. CJ was 17 I think. Hers had been a couple of years earlier I think. They were dressed in their Sunday best and each was holding two foil covered plates. I looked up and saw their parents in their suburban in the driveway. They waved and I waved back. CJ smiled and said her mama said they had not seen me out in a few days and were concerned about me. L said I was fine and just needed some time to think. Anna said “Mama thinks food fixes everything”. I had them put the plates in the kitchen and watched them get in the suburban and leave.
As they walked away I thought their parents should be very proud. They raised 4 daughters while we lived here and they had all been smart, attractive and never got in trouble or pregnant. Beside these two they had Marissa who was lining in a dorm at UT and her second year and Kat, short for Katrina that she hated, living in College Station finishing her third year at A&M.
I figured I wouldn’t see them again for a while. We typically had talked with the family about once a month but we waved and said hi every time we came home and they were out side. So I was surprised when CJ showed up on my back deck the next Saturday afternoon. It was late spring the weather was warming up nicely so I had just finished cleaning the pool and setting the timer on the solar heater. In another week or two it would be warm enough to use again. We had put in the pool three years before and a privacy fence down one side of our yard so when we used the pool and deck we wouldn’t offend the neighbor with our lack of clothes. Even though they were a ways off my wife didn’t want to take a chance.
I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs daydreaming about the good times we had out here when CJ said “Hi” and startled me back to reality. Turned around and there was this 5’ 6” brunette 17 year old in shorts and a tank top that looked gorgeous and gave me an instant hard on. She looked nothing like the innocent girl that was on my front porch last Sunday. She said “I didn’t mean to scare you; I just wanted to ask a favor”. I asked her what she needed. “Well since its starting to get warm out I was wondering if it would be alright if I used your pool during the day while you’re at work, just until school starts up”. I told her that I had a problem with her being here by herself and she said “What if Anna comes over to”? I said “Have your mom and dad call me and let me know they are good with it and I’ll say yes”. She said” Great” and then turned and ran off across the field toward her house.
Her dad called that evening and said he was sorry if CJ had bothered me but I told him it was no problem, I was gone all day but I wanted to make sure he knew where they were and that I was ok with it. He said thank and he would let the girls know.
By the time I got home the only way I knew they had been there was the chairs and table had been moved to give them room to lie in the sun. We shut down early on Friday and I got home about 2pm. I put my motorcycle in the carport and walked thru the house and looked out on the deck. There were two girls laying on the deck in bikinis, very small ones at that, facing towards the house. I slid the back door open and said “Afternoon ladies. Are you enjoying yourselves?” They both rose up to say yes. That’s when I noticed neither one had their top tied. CJ’s breasts looked like they would be two hand fulls and Anna’s looked to be about one and a half hands. Both of them had little t-back bottoms on that disappeared as soon as they got to their crack and covered none of their ass cheeks. With their golden tans they look perfect.
Anna said “Can I use your Bathroom”? I said “Sure come on in. She laid back down to tie her top and I went back in to my bedroom to change. I put on a t-shirt and shorts and went out ad satin my recliner in the living room. Just then Anna came out of the bathroom and I saw her bikini for the first time. The top was two triangles that barely covered her areolas and the material was so thin you could see the dark circles thru them and her nipples poked out like a stack of dimes under the cloth. The bottom was pulled up into her slit and almost didn’t cover her lips. Again the thin material revealed there was no hair underneath.
She walked right up to the side of my recliner with her pussy at my eye level, smiled and said “Do you like my suit”? I said “Yes, what there is of it. What do your folks think of it”? She replied “Oh they don’t know we have them. We only wear them over here to tan”. Then she turned and went outside. I watched those two ass cheeks shake all the way out the door and never saw the cloth between them.
CJ came in a few minutes later and what a vision. The bikini she was wearing was the same color and size as the one Anna was wearing but with her larger breasts the areoles were larger than the material and were exposed on both sides. Her nipples were almost as large as the triangle. The bottom barely covered her lips and was not pulled inside like Anna’s was. When she came out of the bathroom her nipples looked larger like she had been playing with then and the bottom was pulled into her slit, exposing her lips. She walked up to my chair standing where her pussy with the exposed lips was at my eye level and said “Can I ask another favor”/ I said “Anything”. She said “We have a couple of girl friends that would like to come over and tan with us. Is that ok?”. I said “Sure, the more the merrier”. She said “I’ll let them know” and headed out the door. Before I could compose myself and get the tent down in my shorts, CJ and Anna had gathered up their stuff and were headed home. I headed for the shower and a beat off session that topped any in recent memory.
The week seemed to drag by I worked late Monday thru Thursday but at lunch Friday I told my boss I didn’t fell good and went home. I parked my bike and ran in the house. When I looked out on the deck, no one was there. Damn I thought I missed them. Then I looked up and saw four figures coming across the field. Soon I recognized CJ and Anna but I did know who the two girls with them were. As they got closer I could see they were all wearing bikinis. Three of them were the same as the ones Anna and CJ had been wearing before but the forth girl was wearing a different, I guess bigger style. When they got to the deck CJ introduce them. The smaller of the two, she was the same height as CJ, was Alissa she was a senior at the high school with CJ and Anna. She had Blonde hair, an athletic build and her breasts were a little smaller than Anna’s, maybe one big handful each. Still very nice though.
The other girl was the one that caught my eye though. CJ introduced here as Amanda. She was Alissa’s older sister. She was 21, 5’9’ tall and had flaming red hair. Up close I could see why she was wearing a regular bikini. The ones the other girls were wearing would have looked like big polka dots on her breasts. They had to be at least2 ½ hands full each with no sag and areoles that that were 3’ across and nipples that looked like a stack of nickels. The suit may have been a little larger but the material was just as thin. You could easily tell she and her sister were clean shaven. At this point my dick was hard in my jeans and needed some relief so I excused myself and said I was going to get out of my work clothes. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I got naked quick and grabbed a tube of lube. Five minutes later I shot a load that matched the one from being teased last Friday. Little did I know it was not over.
I put on some baggy shorts and a tee shirt and went back out to the living room to sit down. Just then Amanda came in from outside with her arms up pulling her wet hair back. This thrust out her breast and pulled the wet material tight over them. I didn’t see any scars so I figured they must be naturals. I was still admiring her breasts and her fabulous camel toe when she looked down and caught me staring. She smiled and said “See anything you like”? All I could say was “Heaven”. She giggled and went into the bathroom. When she came out she sat down on a couch across from me and said “I’m sorry about your wife. The girls told me about you and talked me into coming out here to help tease you out of you unhappiness. I will understand if you want us to leave and I’ll take care of the girls”. I said that’s ok. I was just start enjoying the show. Just don’t let them talk you into to much. They can be pretty persuasive. She laughed and said “Ok” and went back outside.
About a half an hour later I stepped out on the deck to find four beautiful girls laying on the deck with their asses facing me, only one had any visible fabric over it. I said “I’m going to go grab a burger and come back. See you all when I return if you are still here”. As I turned to leave on of them said “Can we go with you”. I said “Don’t you think you should check with your folks”? CJ said “They went down to the valley and won’t be back until Monday so let’s go”. They all jumped up and headed my way. I asked if they were going to put some more clothes on and someone said nope we’re good. I looked at Amanda and she just shrugged.
Everyone piled into my crew cab pickup and off we went. Amanda was in the front with me and the other three were in the back seat. As we headed down the road there was a lot of whispering and giggling in the back seat and Amanda caught me looking at her tits and crotch a couple of times but just smiled. It’s fifteen to twenty miles from my place to food, just to give you an idea how long this went on.
We finally got to the drive thru order speaker and I asked if anyone wanted anything. It seemed to take forever for them to order but finally he said pull around to the window. I pulled up to the window and waited for the guy to bring our food. He showed up with 5 bags and when he opened his widow he just stared. I know the bikinis were small but staring? I started to turn around a say something and there sat Amanda topless holding four tops in her hand. I looked in the back seat and the other three were sitting there topless and they started giggling. I looked at the guy in the window and he was standing there with a big grin on his face. I decided to go along with the girls and “So you girls think that’s cute? Well you can just stay topless until we get back home”. They started laughing and giggling again so I said “Keep it up and you loose the bottoms to”. They didn’t stop so I said “Get’em off now”. To my surprise I was suddenly bombarded by bikini bottoms including Amanda’s. I grabbed them up and threw them on the dash. I looked at the guy in the window and he was standing there with our food in his hands and his mouth open. I started to pay him but he just grinned and said “That’s ok this is on me”. CJ was sitting behind me and asked me to pull up a little. She leaned out of the window far enough to take his hand and place it on her breast, smile and say thank you. As I drove away the girls were laughing hysterically and saying they wanted to do that again.
I gave them their tops and bottoms back but when I got back home they were still naked. When we got out of the truck, they said there was no point in getting dressed since I had seen it all anyway.
We sat on the deck eating burgers and fries and watching the sun go down. I asked what time they had to go home and they said since their parents were out of town it didn’t matter. Alissa said she was spending the weekend with CJ and Anna. I looked at Amanda and she said she was off until Monday.
It was starting to get dark so I got up to turn on the pool and deck lights. Amanda said with a wicked grin “How come we’re all naked and he has all his clothes on?” I’m standing there trying to think of something to say and suddenly I have all four of them on me and I fall down. Next thing I know after a valiant struggle (ya sure) my clothes are gone, my dick is hard and I still have four naked women on top of me. I feel a hand on my dick and someone says it seven inches girls then I feel a tongue licking it followed by a mouth sucking on it. Just as I start to say something one of them plant their pussy on my face. What’s a guy to do but make the best of a situation? I stuck my tongue up as far as I could and I licked lips and sucked in a clit every time it got near. Now I feel a mouth on my balls. Three accounted for. All I wanted right now was to get my arms free so I could get a hold of the pussy on my face and give it the tongue lashing it deserved. Pressure was building in my groin and when I could stand it no more cum erupted form my dick as the mouth on it pushed all the way down on it. I could fell the throat milking my dick dry. I moaned into the pussy on my face as it orgasmed and flooded my mouth with juices. The pussy on my face rose up and I saw that it was Alissa. CJ had my dick down her throat and Anna had a mouth full of my balls. Amanda had been holding my arms so I was immobile.
CJ pulled her mouth from my dick with a pop and said “Yummy”. Anna let my balls fall from her mouth and said” You were supposed to save me some”. CJ said” Maybe next time little sister”. Alissa, CJ and Anna all laughed and took off for the pool.
I had just licked an 18 year old pussy to orgasm, shot a load of cum down the throat of a 17 year old all while having my balls sucked by a 15 year old. This must be what heaven is.
I was brought out of my bliss by Amanda’s voice saying “Now it’s my turn”. She leaned down and gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips. She released my arms and moved down to kiss and lick my nipples. This brought her large breasts over my mouth. I grabbed them and began rubbing them and pinching the nipples. Once they got hard I raised my head and sucked the left one into my mouth and felt her shudder. When I switched to the right one and gave it a nibble as I sucked on it she moaned softly. This continued for several minutes until she moved so she could run her tongue across the head of my dick.
This gave me the most incredible view. I was looking at her wet slit and puckered asshole with the moon as a backdrop. The sun had gone down and I was tackled before I could turn the lights on. Now her moon and the real moon were both up and what wonderful sight it was.
Suddenly she placed her mouth on my dick and swallowed it all the way down to my pubes. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and buried my tongue in her slit. Her musky sweet juices tasted like honey. She had my dick bury down her throat so long I started to wonder it she was ok. Just as I bit softly on her clit she pulled up off of my dick, took a deep breath and plunged my dick back down her throat. I bit down again and I felt her throat pulse as she tried to scream around my dick. As her orgasm flooded my mouth and face with her delicious juices.
She pulled her mouth off my dick and laid her head on my leg and placed a hand on my hard dick. I stopped nibbling on her clit and licked my way thru her pussy lips to the bottom of her slit. She was still giving little shudders and moans as I did. As she softly stroked my dick I circle her tight little asshole with my tongue. I heard her say softly”oh, god”. It pushed my tongue into her opening and I felt it pulse like it was trying to pull me in. She pushed her ass back against my tongue and yelled “fuck my ass” as her juices once again flooded out.
Suddenly lights came on and I heard a voice saying “Are you alright?”
I opened my eyes and there stood CJ, Anna and Alissa soaking wet with worried looks on their faces. I pulled my tongue for Amanda’s ass and she rolled off taking deep breathes. When she caught her breath she said “I have never had two orgasms that close together or as hard as the last one.”
As they stood there giggling I realized I was laying on my back with pussy juice on my face, Amanda’s hand still on my dick and three naked teenagers looking down at me. I said “I need to get up and clean my face off”. Amanda gave my dick a squeeze and said looks like you’re up to me.” Anna said” I’ll take care of you face” as she laid down beside me and began kissing my face and licking Amanda’s juices off me.
After a minute or so Amanda said “that’s enough, I’m not finished yet”. She gave my dick a couple more strokes and said “lets go inside and get comfortable.” I was comfortable as hell but I was taught not to argue with a lady, let alone four naked ones.
I have never written anything before. Constuctive critisism is welcomed. I have more chapter swirling around in my head if this is any good.
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I have posted this before but never after I got more experience, reread, and corrected a lot. So here’s my uber Master/Slave story. They are furries so don’t read on if you’re not into that. Don’t give it a bad rating just cuz you don’t like furries. Secondly, yes I know my story ravishing her starts almost the same. I copied it for a whole new story.
You can’t replace a dear lost mate, but you can find another love.