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Margie goes horse riding

Here’s a story that I wrote quite a while back. I thought that I’d again share it with those who like female degradation and bestiality.
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Robert’s postings on the sex site had gradually become more and more explicit about what he wanted for his wife Margaret.
He’d received many offers from guys simply wanting to fuck her, but what he sought was something special.
He clicked on the new message to open it. Immediately he felt a stirring of excitement. Was this finally it, he thought.
He stared at the words: “two men …….. small, secluded property …….. breeding horses ……… stallion to fuck your wife Margaret”!
His cock began to swell as he called his wife to the computer.
Always enthusiastic to look at porno pictures or read lewd messages, Margie quickly came and leaned over her husband’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she read over the message that was addressed to them.
Her mind was racing, still transfixed by the words about the stallion fucking her, her husband reached for the telephone and began dialling the number given in the message.
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They found the house and drove up to the door. The message had been accurate about the property being secluded. A side road off a side road, with the house and stables set well back from the entrance.
The men must have been watching because they excitedly came out the moment the car pulled up. Both in their late forties to early fifties, the men grinned eagerly and lustfully devoured Margie with their leering eyes.
“We’ve drooled over your photos on the sex site,” the men almost panted in their expectant lust.
Margie felt so embarrassed she didn’t know where to look, but in spite of her embarrassment she felt so wonderfully excited and so very, very dirty.
“We’ve always dreamed of meeting a really perverted and depraved couple like yourselves,” the men excitedly told the husband and wife.” It’s an ideal time too, because one of
the mares is on heat and the stallion is so incredibly horny and ready to fuck.”
They went to the house for coffee and to chat to break the ice, not that any ice needed breaking as their talk was so open and explicit that ice wouldn’t stand a chance. It was then suggested that Margie be taken to the stables to see the stallion that was to fuck her.
Margie couldn’t help but gasp when she saw the stallion with it’s massive, hard cock swinging beneath its body.
“It’s too big! It’s huge,” she gasped in dismay.
“But in your photo your cunt looked huge,” one of the guys laughed.
They all three laughed, and Robert told them that his wife would take the horse’s cock come what may.
“But look at the length of it,” his wife continued to reason, but her arguments were ignored.
“You can take as much of it as you can at any rate,” her husband excitedly told her.
One of the guys took the horses huge cock in his hand and, with a suggestive smirk on his face, asked Margie if she’d like to feel it.
She giggled in embarrassment but reached out her hand and touched the animals huge black cock.
“Let’s see you licking it,” the guy said as he began to feel for his cock which was bulging in his pants.
“Ooorrr! You filthy, fucking whore,” he moaned with lust as Margie crouched under the horse and gave the huge cock a kiss and a lick.
“You two are just so fucking filthy,” the other guy complimented the married couple as he moved up to the wife and, without the slightest hesitation, reached up under her skirt to feel for her cunt.
Margie gave a little squeal but realized that she was hardly in a position to act coy and chaste.
Robert was unbuttoning his wife’s blouse, and she helped by reaching back and undoing her bra then slipping both bra and blouse off over her shoulders.
“Mmm, nice,” the first guy said as he cupped her smallish tits in his hands.
Robert was now taking his wife’s skirt down, and she helpfully stepped out of it and then slid her panties down over her legs so as to be stark naked before the men.
She felt really filthy standing there out in the middle of nowhere all naked.
One of the guys pulled her face down towards his cock and she unhesitatingly sucked his huge, hard cock into her mouth.
The other guy immediately took her hips in his hands, and in a second she felt his cock slipping easily into her wet and slippery cunt as he began to fuck her doggy style.
“Don’t come in her mouth. Save it for her cunt so that she’s nice and sloppy for the horse to fuck,” Margie heard her husband saying.
“Phew! She sucks like a fucking whore,” the guy said as he pulled out of her mouth. “Let’s fuck the bitch in a sandwich with one up her cunt and me up her ass.”
Some old sacks were tossed onto the ground and in a moment Margie was pushed down onto them and was soon being double fucked up her ass and cunt at the same time.
Robert stood looking down at his wife with the two men as they panted and grunted and fucked her like animals.
Robert left his wife fucking wildly with the two guys, and he moved close to the horse and began patting it and stroking up its massive, thick cock.
Margie was in a delirium of lust and oblivious to everything else as she was fucked and fucked and fucked by the two guys. Suddenly she gasped as her husband slopped some filthy, slimy muck over her face.
“Erk!” she gasped, spitting the slimy slop from her lips as the vile gunk covered her face. “What’s that!”
“Horse cum,” Robert laughed in reply as he began to smear the remainder over his wife’s naked breasts.
His wife couldn’t help but to break into a peal of laughter at the foul treatment as she realised what disgusting filth she was being used for.
The two guys had been holding back up to that point, but their lust now rose to uncontrollable levels and they let themselves go and almost simultaneously filled Margie’s ass and cunt with their cum.
“Now she’s all sloppy and ready for the horse to fuck,” one of the guys said as they all got to their feet.
The horse was now led to a solid structure consisting of two parallel rails just wide enough for the horse to be led between them. It was then tied by it’s bridle and several hobbling ropes.
Margie was taken to the stables where the mare on heat was located.
One of the guys put on rubber gloves and taking a rag, shoved it up into the mare’s cunt so that the rag came out all sloppy and soaked with its juices.
Margie was now wiped all over, face and all, with the rag so that she was completely smeared with the slimy, glistening muck.
They then took her back to where the horse was stamping and snorting.
As soon as Margie, all smeared with the mare’s juices, approached the horse. It started snorting and rearing as it caught the smell of the mare on heat.
Margie was put in front of the horse and it was nearly going crazy, snorting, twitching, stamping about, and with its huge cock now standing out firm and hard beneath its belly.
The guys pulled across a very narrow and high bench, about a foot wide and just a few feet long, and, after tossing one of the sacks over it, they shoved it in under the horse.
They then half lifted Margie up to the bench so that she could wriggle myself in onto it so that she was laying on her back with the horse’s belly just a couple of inches above her and its huge, heavy cock lying on top of her own belly. Her hands immediately went to the horse’s cock and she felt the thickness of it which was about the size of her own forearm and probably a little longer than from her hand to her elbow.
She felt like the filthiest of whores as she brought her knees up on either side of the horses body so that she was spread and ready for the stallions massive thick cock to be inserted into her cunt.
“Be careful with me,” she warned them, “it can only get just the end of its cock up me.”
“Don’t worry,” one of the guys reassured her, “if he heaves too hard you’ll slide forward on the bench.”
Margie looked down over her body as the guys wiped some oil all over the length of the stallions cock and then, while her husband was holding her cunt wide open for them, they pushed three or four inches of the big, thick, black cock up into her cunt.
“Oh God!” she gasped, feeling so incredibly filthy and depraved as she felt the horse’s huge monster cock actually inside her cunt and really stretching her wide.
She couldn’t see what was happening but she heard her husband saying that he’d shove the mare’s cunt rag right onto the horses nostrils so that it would be breathing in the odours of the mare and that it should make it start to fuck.
Now she could hear the horse start snorting and Margie knew that it was stamping about as it smelled the mare’s cunt on the rag.
“Oh God!” she gasped in lustful excitement as she felt the horses cock filling her cunt and going right to the back of her uterus. “Fuck! This is so absolutely depraved isn’t it!” she cried out to the men.
With the horses agitated movements its cock was sliding about in her wet, slippery cunt and even lifting her right up off the bench.
Margie could hear her husband and the guys exclaiming how obscene and depraved it looked with the now absolutely huge penis of the horse disappearing between her cunt lips and going right up into her body.
“Oh fuck! Oh shit! Ohhhh, this is fucking incredible!” she panted and gasped with her approaching orgasmic frenzy.
She reached her arms up either side of the beast above her, and she brought her legs further back so that her cunt was as inviting as she could possibly make it for the horse to fuck her.
“Shit! Isn’t this just so fucking crude and so fucking filthy,” Margie heard her husband moaning with almost uncontrollable lust.
“How do you like seeing your dirty, filthy, whore wife with a horse’s cock up her cunt?” one of the guys lustfully asked Robert.
“It’s fucking magnificent,” Margie heard her husband answer.
“It feels magnificent too,” Margie called out in between her groans of lust and her lewd grunting as the horse’s cock thrust her body about.
The horse’s cock had, until now, been moving in Margie’s cunt only because of its lustful agitation. She now saw it bend its hind legs just slightly and then, bringing its haunches up and forward with a terrific thrust, it drove its cock into her cunt with force.
“UMFFFFFFFF!” She grunted as she was heaved forward beneath the horse, and the breath was momentarily knocked out of her.
The guys grabbed her to save her from being pushed off the bench and they then slid her back into position as the cock began to pull back out of her cunt as the horse straightened.
Margie began to gasp out that she wanted to get out, but she never got it said as the horse, with quivering flanks, again drove its massive organ forward into her cunt.
“Arrrrrrrhhhh!” she shrieked in terror as her body was again driven forward on the bench by the shear force of the animal’s cock in her cunt. She felt that the horse’s cock was going to rip through her cunt with it’s massive penis.
“That’s enough,” she yelled and gasped, but the guys eagerly yanked her back into position ready for the horse’s violent fucking thrusts, and ignoring her frantic plea. The stallion again drove its massive cock into her cunt bringing another grunting shriek from her throat.
Again and again and again, the horse pounded it’s huge cock into Margie’s terrified body. Heaving and lifting her body on the end of its massive penis which was pumping a huge quantity of its sperm deep into her uterus.
The horses cock finally pulled out of Margie’s slimy cunt and she could feel the animal cum oozing from her and dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass.
She lay there gasping and panting but quickly regained her lustful excitement now that she knew that she wasn’t going to be ripped open by the horse’s huge penis.
“Oh God!” she gasped as they lifted her out from beneath the horse, “that was bruising. I’ll be sore for a week,” but she was now laughing and excited again as she stood rubbing her tender cunt.
Robert looked at the horse’s half-hard cock dribbling sticky trails of its cum.
“Come on, there’s more filth in store for you yet,” he told his wife, “what about sucking the horse’s cock.”
Margie gave a little laughing squeal at the thought of doing such a filthy, disgusting thing; but at her husband’s suggestion she immediately squatted down beneath the horse and taking its big, heavy cock in her soft, white hands, she managed to stuff a couple of inches of the massive cock into her mouth.
The guys raved at how depraved and perverted she looked with her mouth stretched wide as she sucked on that huge, black, animal cock. All of their talk served to make her feel more and more depraved and dirty.
Robert began to work his hands on the horse’s cock; massaging it from near to the animal’s balls down towards the end so that the remaining semen in it slowly oozed out into his wife’s stretched and sucking mouth.
After a couple of minutes Margie was nearly choking on the cum that was oozing into her mouth and slipping down her throat. She pulled her mouth from the animal’s cock and a great gob of slimy semen ran out over her lips and dribbled down over her chin, dripping down onto her breasts and oozing, all slimy, down over her belly.
One of the guys moved forward and scooped some of the cum into his hand and began smothering it over her face. She spluttered and laughed.
“Give her a kiss,” the other guy said.
“Errrk! Fucking yuk! No way,” the guy rubbing on the cum laughed. Margie realized that she must look absolutely disgusting all covered it horse sperm and with it still around the corners of her mouth.
“I will,” the guy who had suggested it said, and he took Margie in his arms and their naked bodies rubbed lustfully together as they kissed with mouths greedily devouring each other and their tongues hungrily sliding lustfully through the disgusting animal semen.
Robert and the other guy were disgusted and revolted, but also incredibly excited at the sight of such vile, repulsive filth, because they both began to jerk on their hard lusting cocks.
“Quick Margie,” her husband gasped, “fill your mouth with this,” and she quickly left off kissing and squatted down in front of her husband and sucked his cum into her mouth. She then moved to the other guy and sucked him off too, so that her mouth was not only full of the filth of animal sperm, but also the cum of the two men.
She then went back to the guy with whom she’d been kissing, and their mouths again met to share the added muck of cum in Margie’s mouth.
Soon, the guy’s lust became too much for him and he got Margie to bend over so that he could fuck her up her ass.
“Oh God! You dirty, fucking, filthy, depraved, fucking whore-cunt,” he gasped lustfully as he drove his cock all the way up into Margie’s ass with lustful heaving thrusts.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she panted feeling her own body filled with glorious, lustful sensations.
“You dirty, fucking, perverted bitch,” the guy continued.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned in encouragement as she reached her hand between her thighs to finger herself while being ass fucked.
“You whore! You moll! You vile, filthy, contemptible fucking harlot!” the guy groaned as he gave one final pounding thrust up Margie’s ass and stiffened as his cum poured out of his cock and into her body as she also was filled with the most fabulous sensations.
They both staggered upright, panting and totally exhausted.
* * * *
Robert and Margie, along with the two guys all slowly walked back towards the house.
They heard a snort behind them and Robert looked back and laughingly called out to the horse, “don’t worry, we’ll bring your whore back for you to fuck again.”
They all laughed as they walked happily back to the house. Margie and her husband had never before felt so happy and so satisfied with life.

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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 13

Frank gets three run-away slaves back, uses Sandra hard in the play room with bondage pain and pleasure. He fucks three of the other slaves to orgasm.
He punishes the twins for breaking the rules before they are slaves.

Good Girl Gone Bad

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4Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Four
Disclamer: 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 Four Summary: Harry and Hermione head to the Burrow for the Wedding.
Without uttering a sound, Tonks slowly closed the door to Harry’s dorm room, leaving the young man and woman in their very compromising, and very naked, position. Harry stared at the door expecting Tonks to bust through once more, saying something along the lines of: “Time for breakfast kids. Oh wait, you two have already /eaten/” with far too much emphasis on the word “eaten.”
After what seemed like minutes, Hermione finally spoke up: “um… I don’t think she’ll be back. Let’s clean up and head to the Common Room.”
“What do you reckon she’ll do?” asked Harry as he untangled himself from Hermione’s legs.
“I don’t know,” answered Hermione. She then waved her wand over her body and magically cleaned herself. “But I’m certain that it’ll be terribly embarrassing.”
Harry could still feel Hermione’s warm liquid on his face. He felt as if the bottom half of his face must have borne a striking resemblance to a glazed doughnut at the time. Harry remembered his conversation with Hermione from the day before where she had said that she wasn’t messy but he certainly was. With a grin on his wet face, Harry said to Hermione, “Looks like you’re just as messy as me.”
Hermione blushed a beautiful shade of scarlet and smiled in an impish way. Harry was taken back at how beautiful she was at that moment and he made a silent promise to try to make her smile as much as he could from then on.
“I guess I am rather… messy, aren’t I?” Hermione responded and performed the same cleansing charm on Harry. He was a tad disappointed when her wetness disappeared from his face; he rather liked her smell and he definitely liked her taste. After she found her knickers (which were still floating in the air), Hermione cursed, “My clothes are in my room, all I have over here is my nightgown!”
“Don’t worry,” stated Harry in-between hops (his boxers were hovering just out of reach), “we’ll transfigure your dressing gown until we can get you something more suitable.”
A short while later, the two teens ventured into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Remus Lupin sitting at one of the tables writing something with Tonks leaning over their former DADA professor. Upon noticing Harry and Hermione, Remus casually folded up the paper he was writing on and placed it inside his robes.
“Good morning, you two,” Remus greeted them as if nothing peculiar had happened. Even though she hadn’t said anything yet, Harry noticed that Tonks still had that devilish gleam in her eyes. “Get ready; we have a big day ahead of us,” Remus concluded.
“Bu… bu… I… ah…” stammered Harry. He had expected to be teased by either Tonks or Remus. “What’s so important about today?”
“What’s so important?” Remus repeated. “We have to go to Diagon Alley to buy both of you some formal robes for Bill and Fleur’s wedding tomorrow. But more importantly, today’s the most important day in your life, Harry. Today’s the day you’ve become a man!” Remus declared proudly.
Harry felt his face heat up at Remus’ statement; he could tell that Hermione was just as embarrassed as he was. ‘What did Tonks think she saw?’ Harry realized that Tonks must’ve thought that he and Hermione had gone all the way and had lost their virginity and she told Remus about it! Why else would Remus make the comment about Harry becoming a “man?” Harry was about to object to Remus’ remarks, to defend himself, but mostly to defend Hermione’s honor, when Remus walked forward and hugged him.
“Happy Birthday, Harry!” said Remus affectionately. “It’s your seventeenth birthday, and according to Wizarding society, you’re a man.” Harry felt a wave of relief pass through his body, Remus didn’t know! Tonks must not have told him about the situation that she had found Harry and Hermione in. “So today is your day, Mr. Potter! We’re off to Diagon Alley.”
“Let me just get some things from my room before we head out,” said Hermione nervously, as she dashed up the stairs to her room.
Several minutes later, after Hermione had inconspicuously changed into some fresh clothes, the group headed to the Headmistress’ office to use the floo. Harry exited the floo into The Leaky Cauldron by gracefully falling flat on his face. Tonks casually stepped over his body and helped the young wizard up from the ground. Harry looked into her bright, black eyes and still saw that devilish look, as if Tonks was waiting for the most embarrassing moment to make a rude comment about what she had seen earlier.
“You really need to learn how to land better, Harry,” Tonks offered almost innocently. It was almost innocent, because Harry could tell that she had desperately wanted to say something else, something less than “innocent.” Maybe something like: “Yeah, my knees tend to get weak after a good roll in the hay as well…”
As they walked out of the Leaky Caldron, Hermione whispered into Harry’s ear: “I swear, I thought that Tonks was going to say something crude back there when you fell out of the floo. Could you imagine how embarrassing it would be if she did say something, especially in front of all those people?”
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
The group spent a good three hours at Madame Malkin’s robe shopping (Harry only needed fifteen minutes to find his dress robes, the rest of the time was used by Hermione trying to decide between a lilac dress and a mauve one). Harry made a grievous error halfway through the second hour of what he called “The Great Purple Debate”: he made the suggestion that maybe Hermione should try on something in pink. Hermione was deeply offended at such a suggestion. How Harry didn’t know she looked wretched in pink was beyond her. She never wore pink!
After Harry’s grievous faux pas, they went to Flourish and Blotts where, unsurprisingly, Harry lost track of Hermione somewhere in the Arithmancy section. After Harry had passed some time by skimming through several books on defense, he found Hermione in a dark and dusty corner of the shop, with her nose buried in a book that had to have been heavier than she was. As the sun set on an exhausting day, the foursome headed back to the Leaky Caldron for Harry’s birthday dinner. For dessert, since they couldn’t go to Florean Fortescue’s seeing how Voldemort had developed a wicked sweet tooth and kidnapped the ice cream maker, they had to try Tom’s attempts at ice cream.
“Have a go at this one, folks,” Tom announced, as he placed four bowls filled with scoops of ice cream made up of several colors in front of the group. “Made it meself this afternoon.”
Harry, being a brave Gryffindor (except when it came to dealing with zombies), was the first to sample the multi-colored confection. The birthday boy nodded his head in approval; it tasted like a delicious mixture of chocolate and strawberries. Tom beamed with pride before turning away and heading back to the bar.
“What’s it taste like, Harry?” Hermione asked dubiously, as she eyed a bright pink ripple wedged in-between two forest green ripples.
“Chocolate and strawberries,” answered Harry.
“Oh,” Tonks squealed while spooning up a blue, orange, and what appeared to be black ripples of ice cream. “I love strawberries and chocolate!”
Both Remus and Hermione followed suit as Tonks ate her first spoonful.
“That’s funny,” stated Remus as he worked the frozen dessert in his mouth. “I taste caramel.”
“I taste peanut butter,” offered Hermione as she scooped another spoonful.
A bit perplexed by his friends’ tasting something completely different than he, Harry tried another spoonful. His taste buds sensed chocolate with a hint of strawberries at first, then, slowly, a new and somewhat peculiar taste entered his mouth: prunes. Before he could spit out the nasty combination of flavors, Tonks announced: “Merlin, I’m getting maple syrup flavor now!”
“I think the green color is lobster, and the yellow ripple is raw bread dough!” Hermione stated as she discreetly spit the ice cream into her napkin. Harry noted that she had a very similar distasteful look on her face as the one she had right after she gave him his “birthday present” earlier.
Harry and Tonks copied Hermione’s lead by spitting the remnants of the frozen dessert into their napkins while Remus continued to shovel the ice cream into his mouth.
“Remus, love, how can you eat that?” Tonks asked, obviously disgusted.
“I turn into a wolf every month,” explained Remus. “In wolf form, I sometimes eat my own fecal waste. This is an improvement.”
“Not by much,” added Harry.
After they had their dessert, or rather, after Remus finished their desserts for them, the group flooed back to Hogwarts.
“Remus, do you know if the school will be in session for the next term?” asked Hermione as they walked toward the Gryffindor Common Room.
“It’s still up in the air,” stated Remus. “The members of the Board of Governors are still debating.”
“And right now, they’re leaning toward shutting the school down,” Tonks added glumly.
“But, why?” Hermione implored. “Surely a Headmaster has died before. And the school didn’t close when Grindelwald was in power!”
“So why close the school now?” Harry completed for Hermione.
“Yes, Headmasters have died while in office before, but one has never been murdered during term, and on school grounds,” explained Remus. “Making the situation even worse is that Albus was murdered by another teacher…”
The group spent the rest of the journey to the Common Room in silence. Harry pondered sullenly what would’ve happened if he had been able to break through Dumbledore’s Full Body Bind. Would he have been able to help the ailing Headmaster? Could he have saved the old man’s life? ‘Not likely,’ Harry realized. He probably would’ve been killed along with Dumbledore.
Upon entering the dimly-lit Common Room, Remus asked, “Harry, would you light the fire, please?”
“Sure thing,” replied Harry while drawing his wand. After aiming at the dark hearth, Harry muttered, “Incendio,” casting only a small amount of his power into the fire charm.
Harry, along with everyone else in the room, had expected a normal sized fireball (no larger than a snitch) to shoot out of the tip of his wand. They were all shocked when a huge fireball, nearly a meter in diameter, erupted out of Harry’s wand! Not only did the hearth ignite, but the mantle and a large portion of the wall surrounding the stone fireplace caught on fire as well.
Harry, Hermione, Remus, and Tonks all stared dumbly at the growing inferno. After two or three seconds, Hermione, Remus, and Tonks turned their attention to Harry, that is to say they stared dumbly at the bespectacled wizard. It was only after the ceiling had caught on fire that the foursome snapped out of their stupor and used their wands to put out the fire.
“Blimey, Harry!” Tonks exclaimed. “You didn’t have to use that much power!”
“I didn’t…” murmured Harry. “At least, I think I didn’t.”
After putting out the fire, Remus and Tonks sat on the couch.
“Have a seat you two,” Remus requested. Harry really didn’t want to spend more time with Remus. Not that he didn’t normally enjoy Remus’ company. But right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to sneak off into a secluded spot and practice his newfound skills concerning his Parselmouth abilities and Hermione’s nether region. Unfortunately, Harry’s plans of ravishing Hermione were dashed when Remus said in a serious tone: “We need to have a talk.”
At Remus’ comment, Harry and Hermione shared a concerned look. Would their old Defense professor chastise them for their actions? Or, would Remus give them the dreaded ‘Sex Talk’? Harry imagined an awkward Remus trying his best to give him the ‘Talk.’
‘Now,’ Harry heard Remus’ voice in his head, ‘sometimes a unicorn meets a Hippogriff… and… ah… sometimes the Hippogriff likes the unicorn in a very… special way… And if the hippogriff is lucky and the Unicorn likes him back… and she doesn’t have a headache at the time… Something… err… wonderful happens…’
“It’s suddenly dawned on me that no one has talked to you about…” Remus paused, searching for the proper word. Harry’s blood chilled, Remus was going to talk to him about… it! “No one has talked to you about… your folks.”
Harry plopped down in an arm chair with both a sense of relief (because Remus wasn’t going to talk about sex) and curiosity. Remus was correct: no one had bothered to actually sit Harry down and talk to him about his parents before.
“Now it’s true, your father was arrogant during our first few years at Hogwarts,” Remus began. “And he could be… mean, but the people to whom he was mean to usually deserved it.”
“I saw in Snape’s pensieve that Dad just hexed him, for no reason at all,” Harry said dejectedly.
“I’ve been thinking about that incident for a while now. Your father didn’t start that confrontation.” Remus informed him.
“But I saw it,” Harry argued. “Snape was sitting there minding his own business…”
“Severus Snape was, and is, a conniving, self-righteous, bigot,” Remus stated. “He started that particular confrontation the previous day, by hiding in the shadows and hexing your father. Snape was always following us around, trying to catch us in our misdeeds so that he could get us in trouble. And when he couldn’t catch us in the act, he would jinx or hex one of us; usually James.
“I remember it quite clearly. The day before that incident, James was hit with a Confundus Charm right as we started our Potion OWLs. The entire test, James kept tipping his cauldron over and Snape would laugh uproariously. James ended up failing the test simply because Snape wanted to be the best in the class and James was his only competition.”
“So, did Snape use the Confundus on Mum as well?” asked Harry.
“Why would he have?” Remus questioned with a befuddled look on his face. “Snape didn’t see her as competition. Lily was absolute rubbish at Potions.”
“But Slughorn told me that Mum was one of the best!” Harry said. “The finest he’d ever seen!”
“I’m sure you know this by now, Harry. Slughorn loves to be around famous and popular people,” explained Remus. “And he’s never had a student as famous as you are Harry. Most likely Slughorn told you lies about Lily and her potions prowess in an attempt to get you to think of him as a connection to your parents. That way, he would be able to continue to ply you to join his menagerie of famous people. He probably used Lily because Slughorn held a grudge against James. Slughorn made sure there were no questions about his attitude toward your father. He decided that James’ poor showing during the OWLs meant that your father had been cheating his entire school career. Slughorn took that as a personal attack against his honor; he refused to acknowledge James ever again. Besides, look at it this way Harry: if Lily truly was the best potions student Slughorn had ever met, wouldn’t Snape have rubbed that fact in your face as a comparison to your abilities? He definitely wouldn’t have missed any more opportunities to humiliate you, would he?
“No, your mother’s specialty was in Charms,” concluded Remus. “Lily was a very special woman, even when we were just kids. She was the first girl who wasn’t impressed by James’ charm, nor was she intimidated by his antics. I think that’s how he first became attracted to her. Lily helped James mature into a good and decent man.”
Remus continued for hours, talking to Harry not just about his parents, but Sirius as well. Some stories were enlightening, others, bittersweet. But most of the stories centered on James’ sense of humor.
“The night after you were born,” Remus said while laughing, “James told Sirius that he was your godfather. Well, Sirius was so proud that he Apparated right to the Leaky Cauldron and announced to everyone there the happy news! So there he was, standing on the bar no less, shouting at the top of his lungs that he, Sirius Black, was Harry Potter’s godfather! The only problem was that your father discretely placed a Transparency Charm on Sirius’ clothes before he Apparated away without Sirius noticing! Let me tell you, everyone there got an eyeful of Sirius that night!”
Remus was about to start another story when Hermione unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn and Tonks let out an unladylike snore. Remus checked the clock above the mantle (the clock which had to be repaired because of Harry’s supercharged fireball) and saw that it was a quarter to one in the morning.
“Oh, dear, it looks like I’ve kept you up long enough,” Remus announced. “We have a big day tomorrow, so off to bed everyone.” Tonks chose this time to let out another loud, rafter-rattling snore. “Everyone except Tonks. No need for her to go to bed, she’s already asleep.”
Harry didn’t care how late it was; he wanted to stay up the rest of the night, just so he could hear more stories about his parents. The young wizard was about to protest when both Remus and Hermione let out yawns.
“We’ll have plenty of time to catch up later, Harry.” Remus told Harry and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. Harry nodded his head in agreement.
“Good night, you two,” said Remus and he pulled out his wand. With a few simple wand movements, the older wizard conjured a small cot next to the couch where the pink haired witch was sleeping.
Harry and Hermione shared a look; they both knew that they wouldn’t be able to “experiment” with Remus and Tonks in the Common Room. So they bid each other a simple good night and turned to their respective rooms. Harry was about to walk up the stairs when a sudden, uncontrollable urge came over him: he had to kiss Hermione good night. He didn’t care if Remus found out. Harry turned around and saw Hermione was about to walk up the stairs leading up to her room. He also saw Remus watching him. The latter smiled slightly at Harry and, luckily for Harry, turned his attention to fluffing his pillow. Harry rushed over to Hermione and as silently as he could, spun her around and before she could utter a sound, placed his lips to hers. Nothing mattered to Harry anymore, not Remus, not Tonks, not Voldemort or his stupid Horcuxes, and certainly not the world. All that mattered to Harry at that moment was Hermione, she was his everything.
While the two teens were kissing, Harry could swear that he felt two pairs of eyes watching them. He couldn’t care less; he was kissing the most wonderful woman in the world. When they finally broke their kiss, Harry turned to see Tonks still sleeping on the couch, but Remus was still diligently fluffing his pillow. Harry quietly made his way up to his dorm room.
Harry wasn’t ready for sleep just yet, so he decided to read another chapter from his ‘special book.’ Harry pulled The Magic of Making Love out of his bag and opened it to a random page near the middle. The chapter that Harry had gone to was entitled: “Pleasure Pressure Points: The Touch of Love.” Unfortunately, this chapter didn’t contain any interesting magical photos, but it did have numerous diagrams and drawings. According to the diagrams and specifications, a witch had “pleasure pressure points” all over her body. If a wizard were to touch one of these “points” and gently force his magic through it, the empowered touch would give the witch physical pleasure. The text stated the different points would elicit different levels of pleasure. One example stated that if the wizard were to gently, yet steadily, force his magic through a point of the small of the back, the witch would rapidly orgasm. As Harry continued reading he noticed that the range in the physical reaction was truly stunning. According to the book if the same wizard were to use the same technique on a pressure point on the back of the witch’s hand, she would experience only the amount of pleasure equal to that of a kiss, pleasurable, but not orgasmic. Harry read and reread the chapter, skipping over theories and benefits, trying to remember the most of the “pleasure pressure points” as possible.
Harry awoke in the morning with his ‘special book’ open and lying on his chest. Apparently, he had fallen asleep while rereading “Pleasure Pressure Points: The Touch of Love” for the fourth time. Harry noticed the clock and saw that he had less than an hour before he had to get to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur’s wedding! He took a rapid shower and had dressed so fast that he almost forgot to put on his shoes. Harry hopped down the stairs to the Common Room while trying to tie his shoes at the same time. When he got to the Common Room, Harry found Hermione waiting for him.
Once more, Harry forgot to breathe. To say that Hermione looked stunning in her red and gold gown (apparently, “The Great Purple Debate” was lost by both lilac and mauve when this little red and gold number entered the fray) was an understatement. The neckline of the gown showed just a touch of enticing cleavage and the fabric hugged Hermione’s form. Her hair was tastefully done up in a loose bun, which accentuated her beautiful smile and eyes.
“Hello Harry,” Hermione greeted him. “You look very handsome.”
Harry tried to return the compliment by saying that she was a ‘stunning vision of beauty.’ Unfortunately, she was such a stunning vision of beauty that Harry found it very difficult to speak properly. The best compliment that he could voice was: “guh… uhh… muh… err… wow!” He ended this wonderfully poetic statement with what would be best described as a soft gurgling noise.
Hermione blushed at Harry’s attempted compliment and after a moment, became very serious.
“Harry, about Ron…” she began. “I think I should be the one to tell him about… us.”
Harry suddenly felt very bad. He hadn’t thought about Ron at all in the past two days. He dreaded how Ron would feel when he found out that Harry had gotten together with the girl he fancied. But Ron was his best mate, and in Harry’s mind, he should be the one to break the news to Ron.
“No, I’ll do it,” Harry stated. “He’s my best mate…”
“And I was the one dating him,” Hermione interrupted. “I thought about this all night, Harry. I’ve already planned on what to tell him.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked unsure with the plan.
“Yes, I am,” Hermione said confidently. “But, could you be with me when I tell him?”
“Yes, anything for you Hermione,” Harry said and stroked her arm reassuringly.
A gentle cough drew the two teens’ attention to Remus who was standing a few feet away from them. He had his ever-present kind and patient look in his eyes, while Tonks, who was standing arm in arm with Remus, still had that unsettling devilish look in her eyes. Harry shivered at that look and wondered when Tonks would spring into action by saying something like: “Cor, Harry, you’ve got some dribble on your chin… oh wait, that’s just Hermione’s dribble.”
“If you two are ready, we’ll go to Minerva’s office and portkey to the Burrow,” stated Remus.
After greeting McGonagall in the Headmistress’ office, the group circled around an old tea kettle. McGonagall gently tapped the kettle and said “Portus.”
Everyone placed their finger on the portkey and Harry prepared himself for the familiar tug behind his navel. Within seconds, Harry felt the tug of portkey travel. Everyone landed on the grassy knoll behind the Burrow with elegance and style, that is, everyone except Harry. The young wizard landed painfully on a rock; unfortunately for Harry it wasn’t a rock. It was a very angry and perturbed Gnome.
“GET IT OFF OF ME!” Harry bellowed as the tiny creature tried to bite and claw at his face.
“Pestis Avolo!” Remus incanted and the pesky Gnome rocketed off of Harry’s face. Hermione quickly helped Harry to his feet.
Harry gazed in wonder at the field behind the Burrow. It had been magically transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Beautiful and brightly colored flowers and plants bordered where the guest were to be seated. Scores of chairs, each one different and unique from the other, as if several people conjured them but didn’t bother to try to make them look alike, were placed in rows in front of a large dais. The dais, where Harry assumed the ceremony would take place, was decorated with intricate lace curtains draped over ivory colored arches and the same colorful flowers that surrounded the guests.
“Remus? Remus Lupin is that you?” a blonde witch called out. “I haven’t seen you since our days at Hogwarts!”
“Chrysanthemum Hamilton, it’s been ages,” Remus replied. The former Marauder turned to Harry and Hermione and said: “You two find some seats; I want to talk to Chrysanthemum and introduce Tonks.”
Harry and Hermione silently took their seats in the back row of the groom’s side and both watched as the guests began to trickle in. At first, they didn’t recognize anyone who had shown up, most of the early guests appeared to be around Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s age. Harry heard Tonks let out a snort and a chuckle and saw that she and Remus were having a laugh while talking to the witch named Chrysanthemum.
“I’m terrified that Tonks will say something embarrassing about us,” Hermione breathed in Harry’s ear. “I just know she’s waiting for the most opportune time for her to do it. And it’ll be the most horrible moment possible for us.”
Harry gulped and nodded his head in agreement.
The pair’s attention was drawn toward a rather large group of people. Some of this boisterous group were carrying magical cameras while others were being very rude by shouting out questions.
“… How well do you know the bride and groom?” asked a man with a whiney tone as three flashes erupted from different cameras.
“Is it standard procedure now to attend every wedding?” a woman with a shrill voice questioned, and four more flashes went off.
“Please, show some respect!” a booming voice commanded, a voice that Harry recognized as belonging to Rufus Scrimgeour. The crowd of reporters stepped back and revealed the Minister of Magic. “Arthur Weasley has been a loyal employee for the Ministry for many years. I came by to give him and his family my regards on this wonderful day,” the Minister stated, a little too mechanically, as if he had been coached to say that exact phrase. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go and find my seat.”
The pack of reporters sulked off to stand behind the rows of chairs. A short rotund man with a walrus-like mustache pushed his way through the dejected reporters.
“What’s that ponce doing here?” Hermione hissed in Harry’s ear after seeing the latest arrival.
“Simple, it’s a social gathering,” explained Harry, sourly, “and Slughorn is nothing more than an attention whore who revels in these situations.”
“Sorry about that,” Remus stated as he and Tonks took the seats next to Harry. “But I haven’t seen Chrysanthemum for ages. She was the most popular girl in the year ahead of us, and we used to always prank her.”
Soft music started to play and the guest became very quiet. All eyes turned to the back row, towards the Burrow, where the bridal party would be coming out of shortly.
The first of the bride’s maids and groom’s men to exit the house was none other than Ron and Ginny. Normally Harry would’ve thought that the dress looked pretty and that the pale green color suited her. But Harry noticed that the gown had a plunging neckline that revealed her humble cleavage. During the last school year, Harry would have been aroused at such a sight. However after the epiphany where Harry realized that Ginny bore a striking resemblance to his /mother/, he now found the sight of Ginny’s flesh disturbing.
As the siblings walked up the isle, arm in arm, Ginny spotted Harry straight away and acted cool and aloof; as if seeing him was nothing important, something that she was almost bored with. A ridiculously wide grin stretched across Ron’s face when he saw Hermione.
“Oh, no Ron,” Hermione moaned. “Don’t do anything foolish.”
“What makes you think he’ll do anything like that?” asked Harry.
“Because he’s Ron,” Hermione answered simply.
Whereas Ginny acted cool when she saw Harry, Ron’s reaction was somewhat different; some may even be as bold as to say that his reaction was the complete opposite of cool and aloof. The red-haired wizard hopped up and down waving at the brunette witch.
“Hermione! Hermione! Hi!” Ron called out in a very, very loud stage whisper, as he continued his antics to get her attention. “You look smashing!”
Hermione groaned pitifully as nearly every guest turned their attention toward her and began to whisper and speak amongst themselves.
The next couple to walk out of the Burrow was Fred and an unknown woman, more than likely one of Fleur’s friends. They were quickly followed by Charlie and Gabriele, both of whom looked striking.
Harry and Hermione turned their attention toward the bridal stage and saw that Bill had already taken his place with a Vicar standing next to him. Ron escorted Ginny to her spot on the bride’s side and then walked to his position on the groom’s side. When he took his place, Ron once again waved at Hermione. Harry overheard a witch a few rows ahead of them comment at Ron’s wave saying; “That young man up there and the girl behind us must be very much in love.”
Harry thought that Hermione looked like she was about to faint, her face was as white as a sheet and her body was completely rigid.
After Bill, Gabriele, Fred, and his partner took their places, the music changed to the wedding march. All eyes (except for three people: Ron, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Hermione, Hermione, who was still frozen like she was hit with a Full Body Bind, and Harry, who kept looking worriedly between his two best friends) turned to see Fleur, who was a vision of beauty, exit the house with her father.
The Vicar gave a speech about soul mates and how Bill and Fleur were lucky enough to find such love between each other. Harry noted that Ron had a hopeful look in his eyes as he looked at Hermione while the Vicar spoke of soul mates. Hermione was still as pale and rigid as before, but Harry could actually hear her teeth grinding together. Ron was making her so nervous that Harry no longer feared that his beautiful friend would faint anymore, he was now worried that she would have an aneurism. Evidently, Hermione was very worried about the upcoming “talk” with Ron about their recent developments. That, as well as being obviously quite angry that Ron was embarrassing her, as well as himself, as he continually waved at her from the dais during the ceremony.
Harry felt that he needed to calm her down, for her own good, being so tense could not be good for her. That’s when Harry remembered the section in his ‘special book’ on Pleasure Points. He was certain that his new-found skills could help calm Hermione down.
Harry placed the pad of his right thumb on the back of Hermione’s left hand, which, according to his favorite book, was the location of one of the lesser Pleasure Points. Slowly, Harry rubbed her hand in a circular motion. After a moment, Harry started to gently push his magic through Hermione’s hand. Almost instantaneously, Harry noticed that Hermione began to relax and loosen up a bit. A small smile appeared on her face that told Harry that she was appreciative of his efforts. But he could tell that Hermione was still very tense. Harry decided that to help Hermione, he needed to tap into his power core for more energy.
“Do you, Bill, take Fleur to be you wife?” asked the Vicar.
Harry found it slightly ironic that it was Hermione who was the one who first told Harry that he was an unusually powerful wizard. Judging how tense Hermione appeared, Harry needed all the help he could get to get through to her.
“I do,” responded Bill with pride.
As he continued to massage her hand while pushing his magic into Hermione, Harry started to concentrate on his power core: love. He focused on happy, even loving memories about Hermione and himself. He recalled all the times she has been there for him, all the times she showed genuine concern about him, and compassion for him.
Before the Vicar could ask Fleur the same question, Hermione slumped slightly in her chair. A rosy bloom appeared on her face and exposed skin of her neck and torso. Harry took pride in being able to help Hermione relax, and he decided that it would do her some good to relax even more.
“Do you, Fleur, take Bill to be your husband?” the Vicar asked of the lovely bride.
“I do,” Fleur replied with joyful tears in her eyes.
To make Hermione even more relaxed and peaceful, Harry focused his thoughts on the events of the previous morning, when he strove so hard to give her pleasure. He remembered what she tasted like on his tongue, how wonderful her legs felt wrapped around his head, and how she called out his name when she had an orgasm. That’s when Harry realized that he may have gone a little too far tapping into his power core.
The rosy bloom quickly turned into a bright red color as Hermione’s breath became labored and she had to bite her lip to stop a moan of pleasure. Tiny beads of sweat blossomed all over her skin Hermione locked eyes with Harry; the look was a combination of desire, of wishing for this feeling to continue, as well as a questioning look, as if she was asking him how he was doing this with a simple touch? A deceptively simple question, to which Harry had no answer. According to the segments of the book that he read, the Pleasure Points he decided to focus on should’ve only given her a little pleasure; Harry had specifically chosen the area designed to impart the pleasure equivalent to a simple kiss. But somehow, Hermione was receiving a lot more than just ‘a little pleasure.’ Harry was in so much shock that he didn’t realize that he was still continuing to massage Hermione’s hand’s Pleasure Points while simultaneously pushing his love-based magic into her.
Harry could faintly smell the distinctive musky odor of Hermione’s juices. Harry looked in shock and surprise as a small wet spot appeared on Hermione’s gown at her lap. He reckoned that she must be flowing right about now. Harry could also see that her nipples had become quite erect as well, even through her bra and the fabric of her gown ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ looked as if they were about to break free.
After the newly married couple had kissed, the Vicar turned to the assembled family and guests. “If you’re new to a magical wedding, like some of our Muggle-born guest,” he began, “I would like to explain a tradition we have. This tradition is based on the idea of community. At this time, I would like to call on any guest to speak up and give their blessings to the new couple.”
Unfortunately, it was at this point that Hermione lost a bit of her self control and roughly kicked the chair in front of her. The old wizard who was occupying that chair stood up in surprise.
“Ah, Mr. Oseran,” the Vicar said, indicating the old man who just stood up because Hermione had kicked his chair. “What would you like to say to the bride and groom?”
“Um… err… I… ah…” Mr. Oseran stammered. He obviously didn’t have anything to say, but he couldn’t just tell that to the Vicar and sit down, now could he? Unfortunately for Mr. Oseran and Mrs. Oseran, who was mortified by her husband’s following statement, the best he could come up with was “Enjoy making sprogs, you two.”
Every single person in attendance drew a collective gasp at Mr. Oseran’s “blessing.” Although Harry was fairly certain that Fred and George found the scene to be hilarious.
“Thank you Mr. Oseran,” the Vicar said, a little taken back at the old man’s comment. “Would anyone else like to add their blessings?”
It was as if the fates had a personal grudge against Hermione. Because it was at this most inauspicious time that the building ecstasy hit Hermione like a rampaging Blast-Ended Skrewt.
“OH GOD, YES!” Hermione cried out at the top of her lungs.
“My, what an enthusiastic young witch!” the Vicar declared. “Please, my dear, stand up.”
Hermione’s face was a mask of fear and trepidation; she looked to Harry for support. Her eyes pleaded with Harry, asking him what should she do, what should she say? Harry, being the heroic wizard that he was, got up and helped her stand. Regrettably for Hermione, that’s about all the support that he could muster at that time.
“I-I-I-I would like,” began Hermione, unsteady in her own words. “I would like to give the couple my blessing… ?” She somehow ended the statement as a question.
“Thank you, dear,” the Vicar said, oblivious to what Hermione had just been through. “Anyone else?”
As another person stood up, and gave a real blessing this time, Harry and Hermione sat back down. As discreetly as he could, Harry waved his wand over Hermione’s lap and performed a Cleansing Charm.
Tonks was having some difficulty breathing; she had stuffed her fist into her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the two teens. Harry knew with certainty that she would never let them live this down.
“Hermione, are you alright?” Remus asked with genuine concern in his voice. Harry noticed that the concern in his voice didn’t quite reach his eyes, though. His eyes showed something akin to mirth.
“I’m fine, Remus,” Hermione answered, obviously not noticing the mirthful look in his eyes.
After four more people gave their best wishes to Bill and Fleur, one of which was a blubbering Molly Weasley, the Vicar called an end to the ceremony by saying, “If everyone to be as so kind, please head over to the reception area.”
As a group, all the guests walked toward the area indicated and came upon another decorated field. Mind you, the entire time everyone was walking, Ron kept waving and calling out to Hermione, trying to get her attention, which only seemed to further embarrass Hermione. There was another elevated stage, much like the one where the ceremony was performed, but this stage had a long table on it. Harry assumed that the members of the bridal party were to sit there. In front of the stage was a wooden dance floor. And in front of the dance floor, dozens of tables were strewn about on the grassy field. Each of the tables had four settings and each table was beautifully decorated with flowers as their centerpiece. In the middle of the center piece, a tented piece of purple paper stood out.
“We’re over here you two,” Remus called out as he held a chair out for Tonks. Harry followed the older wizard’s example and held out a chair for Hermione. Three tables away, Harry saw Scrimgeour sit down. He wondered what such an important political figure was doing at the Weasley’s wedding.
“Why’s the Minister here, anyway?” asked Hermione, voicing Harry’s question.
“He’s probably trying to bolster public moral,” informed Tonks. “You know the drill, reinforcing the fact that we should continue with our normal lives even though there’s a war going on.”
“Did he bring any extra security?” asked Harry while he scanned the parameter of the field in hopes of finding guards.
“There has to be,” stated Hermione as she too joined Harry in his visual search for security. “What if the Death Eaters attack? It would be an opportune time for it. This would be too perfect a target to pass up.”
“Well, the Ministry has taken steps if such an attack happens,” said Remus as he pointed out the purple flyer that was set at the middle of the center piece. Hermione picked up the flyer and Harry leaned in close so that he could read along with her.
The very official looking flyer stated:
“In case of an attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and/or his followers (Death Eaters, Werewolves, Giants, Vampires, Inferi), Harry J. Potter (AKA The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Chosen-One, and Dumbledore’s Man Through and Through) will orally stimulate Hermione J. Granger in hopes of a powerful bout of accidental magic wherein the attacking forces will be hit with a series of Hovering Charms and be rendered helpless.
“If the bout of accidental magic doesn’t occur, then at least our last remaining moments on this planet will be entertaining as we watch Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger in their efforts.
“As a precaution, the Ministry recommends that the guest surrounding Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger should cast an Umbrella Charm as Ms. Granger is inclined to get very wet and things around her tend to get thoroughly soaked.”
Harry broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Hermione and saw that the witch was trembling and her eyes were about to pop out of her head.
“Quite ingenious actually, if you think about it” Remus stated. “Voldemort would never expect such a defense.”
Remus leaned over to the table next to them and asked the grey haired wizard who was reading his own pamphlet; “What do you think about that?”
“It looks delightful,” the man replied as he licked his lips hungrily.
Harry looked around him and saw that nearly every guest was pointing at the pamphlets and talking amongst themselves in jolly tones. Harry and Hermione shared a mortified look. Without speaking to each other, they both shot out of their chairs. Hermione dashed to the left while Harry ran to the right. Harry snatched the purple parchment from an old witch’s hands and quickly read it. He almost fainted when he got to the line “… will orally stimulate Hermione J. Granger…”
Looking up, Harry found a very green faced Hermione reading a copy of the pamphlet on another table. Hermione looked as if she was about to get sick, faint, and cry (maybe not in that order necessarily). With her lip trembling, Hermione looked at Harry pitifully. Harry walked up to Hermione and threw his arms around her in a comforting hug.
“Don’t worry, Hermione,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “We’ll get through this.”
“This will be worst then that time Skeeter wrote those horrible things about me,” she cried miserably in his arms.
“Excuse me,” the old witch that Harry had taken the pamphlet away from said in an angry tone. “But I would like my menu back!”
The woman pulled the paper from Harry’s fingers and marched back to her seat muttering about how rude he was.
“Did… did she say /’menu’/?” Hermione asked with her face still buried in Harry’s chest.
Harry looked to the table next to them and saw a man raise the pamphlet to his mouth and state, “Roast duck, please.” He handed the offending paper to the woman next to him who repeated the process and said, “Trout, please.” Within seconds, delicious looking dishes of duck and fish appeared out of thin air in front of the couple.
Harry and Hermione’s attention was drawn back to their table as they heard riotous laughter. They saw Tonks doubled over, pounding her fist on the table as she snorted in an as unladylike way as possible. Remus, too, was howling with laughter. For a second, Harry wondered what could make Tonks and Remus laugh during this very upsetting time for both Harry and Hermione. Their lives were ruined, and the Metamorphmagus and the former Marauder were laughing like…
The former Marauder…
Harry released Hermione and stomped over to Remus growling, “/You son of a/…”
To be continued.

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wolves in the forrest part 2

Once fed I felt better, and nuzzled Kaela in thanks. We moved off again when cramps hit me. I laid down in the snow, whimpering at the pains of the cramps. Not now! No, it can’t be now, I hadn’t found Black yet, or the pack. I couldn’t birth the pups here in the snow! God what was I going to do!
I twisted and howled as the cramps hit me, the contractions, god what was I going to do! Kaela whined, and I couldn’t do anything to comfort her, I was unsure what to do. To be honest, I didn’t even know how to care for the newborns beyond letting them suckle. I had passed out the last time!
I struggled to a crawl, had to keep going, had to find shelter! I pushed myself, eyes barely open, gasping for breath from the pain. I finally collapsed not long after, it was too much, too much. Kaela had stayed at my heels the entire time, and would come to let me lean against her, catching my breath. But now I was again laying in the snow, convulsing in pain. Damn childbirth sucks!
I must have passed out then, because the next thing I knew I was being licked in the face, and cracked open my eyes, and what awaited me was not Kaela. It was Black! My eyes shot open and he grinned his wolfish grin, tongue lolling out as he licked my face again. I licked back, crying because I was so happy. I couldn’t believe he was here! How!
I’d never know really, but my mind supplying a fantasy of him searching for me, coming here out of some instinct, hearing my howling, and find me. But despite my happy reunion with my mate, who I’ve ached for for months now, but I had pups coming. Now. Right now! And I became all to aware of the communication gap between me and him at this moment. But I tried, gesturing with my head to my bulging belly, again and again. He then went and sniffed at my crotch, which under normal circumstances would have been quite pleasing, but now was frustrating. But he must have smelled something, and I realized then, that I was cold and wet between my legs. My water had broken while I had passed out. He was smelling it, yes! Maybe he’ll understand!
And it seemed like he did. He licked my face and gave a short bark before taking off again. I noticed that Kaela had disappeared, and was worried but when she showed up with another rabbit I let out my held breath, she was growing so well! She tucked against my chest and belly, her thick fur helping warm me a little as I ripped into the rabbit hungrily. Hopefully Black was going back for the pack, or some of the pack. Maybe Cloud, or the alpha female, any of the females. I was cold, and fighting against sleep. Couldn’t sleep, not in the cold but…so tired…the excitement of Black’s miraculous return couldn’t sustain me, and eventually I lost the battle, drifting off into sleep.
I woke to the cold muzzle and wet tongue against my face. Opening tired eyes, I saw Cloud, close behind her was the alpha female, and Black. I stirred, and they crowded close, their furred bodies feeling good against my cold, bare skin. As I wobbled to my feet, sore all over, I could see another female by Black. She bore his resemblance in her dark coat with brown along the muzzle and face. It took me a second to realize she must be my other daughter, grown and strong. She was bigger than Kaela, but not by much. She came forward and we touched noses in greeting. Sniffing each other hesitantly at first, then more affirmatively, and soon we were mother and daughter truly, and I licked her muzzle lovingly, my sweet daugther!
Kaela soon joined us, and my girls met and bonded, making my heart soar. I hoped my sons faired just as well, and hoped that my family would accept these new additions that were coming any time.
I was coaxed by the alpha female to lay back down, and I’m glad I did because the contractions soon hit me, I was going into labor, again. I breathed, and tried to remain calm, and remain conscious. I didn’t want to pass out during this pregancy, I wanted to see my new pups come from me, be birthed by me. I don’t know why, maybe just the warm fuzzy motherly feelings I’ve had since the birth of my first litter, hehe, but I had to at least try and last through it. And despite the cold and my recent trials, I am also stronger than the woman I was before during my first pregnancy. More knowledgable, more wild and in the wild strength is everything.
I rolled on my back, screaming in pain, fighting to stay aware though it was painful. Cloud, the alpha, and my two daughters stayed crowded around me, licking my sweat covered body and I was cold and warm all at the same time out there in the snow. Memories flashed through me, of my life before this, before joining the pack. They were good memories, and I remembered my friends, my family. I cried in pain as well as sadness then. I knew I was hurting them by staying here, but I also knew I couldn’t really go back. I was too much a part of this world now, with my own family. They wouldn’t understand, and I’d rather their memory of me not be one tainted by fear and disgust.
Howling till I felt like my throat was on fire, I saw the first wet muzzle push out. I was actually watching my pup come from my body! The thought just overwhelmed me and I smiled and hissed in pain as I pushed. Cloud and the alpha went to my emerging pup, and soon he popped out with a wet slurping sound. They worked quickly to clean him and soon he was whimpering and mewling. But I wasn’t done yet, no not yet. Pushing still, screaming and convulsing, I felt another pup emerge, to my eyes looking identical to the other. It was easier to get out this time, but once they were done I realized that was it, just those two. It was a small litter, but I figure it was probably due to my imprisonment and malnourishment. I rolled onto my side and Cloud and the alpha helped the pups to my tits to feed upon the milk gorging them.
My face flushed with excitement at the new life clambering at my breast, watching them feed, feeling them take the milk from my breasts gave me this rush of joy so profound, so huge. I don’t know why I felt so much happy than my first litter, I didn’t love them any more or less, but…I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with watching them being born. Or maybe after being a mother already, I just could enjoy it more this time, I don’t know. But I do know I was happy, and I could tell my daughters were excited by the new family members. Black came to me then, having stayed away through the birthing, and licked my hot face. I licked back, loving him more than anything in the world, not knowing how I survived without him for so long. But I was back with him, and I never wanted to lose him, my family, or my pack which really was like my extended family, again.
While the new pups, who I discovered were male and female, fed and then slept, Black left and returned with, surprising, my old sleeping back. Him and my daughter Midnight(I know I’m not original with names, but seeing her just made me think of that name) pulled it over me and the pups, and I started feeling warmer. Soon I was drifting off as well, with my mate and family and companions laying down close by. It was a good feeling, and I think this was the first time in so long that I fell asleep content and at peace.
It’s been a week now, back with my pack. We traveled as hard as I could manage with the new pups to return to the alpha male and the rest of the pack. I did notice a lack of some of our number when we returned, and I was sad. I didn’t know though, nor I guess would I ever, know if it was because they moved off to join new packs, start their own, or were killed. But that was the life in the wild, a life I had come to know and love.
Black was a dutiful mate, caring for me as we made a way to rejoin the pack, hunting for me while I stayed and nursed the pups. It was peaceful, and I relished in it. Back with the pack, we were in a new area, caves to curl up in, though there were no private little caves for individual mates. It was okay though, I loved being surround with the pack again, after being almost entirely alone. I got to see my boys, and how big and strong they were growing. One bore the same black coat as their father, they other was a mix of brown and cream, both of them strong and fierce looking.
When I first saw them bounding up to me I cried, to have my family back all together again, I had barely let myself dream of this moment. We nuzzled and licked each other, it was great. They were nice pups, well not really pups anymore. But they were very protective of me and their sisters I noticed, and it made me smile watching them. They were especially protective of Kaela, who was new to them though still a sibling. Meanwhile I stayed in the cave most of the time with the twins tucked against my breasts suckling. It was a good time, a great time after the horrible experiences me and Kaela had gone through.
I woke one night from a nightmare I couldn’t remember and unwinded myself from my family and mate, exiting the cave. Kaela stirred, but went back to sleep. This had become a regular thing, nightmares plaguing my sleep, and every time I wake up I’d go for a walk.
It feels good to stretch my leg into a good lope, feeling the air rush over my naked body like a cold lover’s caress. The freedom of the forest was something that just…intoxicated you. I stopped at one point to relieve myself then was off again. I found my favorite spot by the stream near our pack, and plopped down, panting and watching my breath as thick puffs of air from my lungs. I jerked though when I felt a cold nose at my shoulder and turned to see my son Fleetfoot. His speed was something any mother would be proud of, and I was, very much so. He was the black one, like his father. We touched nosed and I licked his muzzle lovingly. He laid next to me, looking at me curiously. I wish it was possible to communicate more to him, or to Black or any of the pack. It was a little frustrating, but it’s okay. Things work themselves eventually, and my nightmares will surely go away.
Fleetfoot was a sweet boy, soft in heart, though I had watched him hunt and he was also fierce. Protective almost to a fault, but I believe he’ll make a good alpha one day, and make a wonderful mate. I was feeling better now, and stood, shaking myself, stretching and howling into the night, Fleetfoot soon joining me. Once I felt calmed and at peace again I set off at an easy run, Fleetfoot matching in seconds. We raced back, and I lost, but he made sure it was a close win, good son coddling his mom! Once back in the cave with our family I tucked in by Black and Kaela, licking Fleetfoot’s muzzle in a show of love, silently wishing him a good rest. It took awhile to get back to sleep, but once the combined body heat of my family warmed me up, I slipped into the darkness easily enough.
Things were settling into a peaceful rhythm around the pack. I was the only female with pups, so I got spoiled a little. The alpha’s pups were strong and taking after their father. Cloud and another were the only females with us, along with my two daughters. There were two other younger males, but the rest of the pack was gone, off to their own adventures, their own packs.
I was taking a stroll with my other son, Brownie. Yes it’s a goofy name, but that’s because Brownie was more playful and sweet than fierce. He loved wrestling and playing with the other wolves. I had also noticed him trying to attract Cloud’s eye unsuccessfully, and smiled sweetly at his goofy attempts. He was young though, and Cloud knew how to rebuff him nicely. We were coming from such an attempt, and I decided he needed to get away to collect himself, he looked pretty down after the last time. We were loping through the forest though when he tackled me playfully in a meadow. We rolled around, and I bit his thick fur, enjoying our romp. I couldn’t be out long because of the twins though, and soon had to halt the playing, signalling my need to go back, though my milk leaking tits probably were sign enough.
We were taking a different way back when Brownie halted suddenly, causing me to bump into his tail. I was about to bite it for stopping so suddenly when he took off away from the pack. I growled and barked but he wouldn’t return, so I took one last look at the direction the pack was in, and headed off after my wayward son.
I found him eventually, but that wasn’t what got my attention. The scream of a human child coming from a hole where Brownie had his snout stuck up did. I raced for him, bullying him aside to look in myself. I could make out the form of a small child. Poor think, she must’ve been lost on a hike or something. But none of the pack had noticed any humans or else we would’ve moved. Brownie tried to weasel himself in, curious as ever, but I growled and snapped at him, causing him to whimper and tuck his tail between his legs. I might not have been an active mother for very long, but he knew who was in charge here, me. I looked back inside and saw the child trembling. Had to get the child out, it couldn’t survive out here long. Maybe I’d be able to lead it closer to people. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t just let it die, or become food for some other predator. I left the child briefly, and with another growl at Brownie to behave, took off. I found blackberries and grabbed a branch, ripping it off to take it back for it to eat.
Back at the hole I coaxed the child out with the promise of food, and saw that it was a she, a girl looking maybe six. She was dirty, and her clothes were torn, but she looked alright enough if frightened. She gave me a curious look, but when I backed away from the blackberries she didn’t take long to snatch them up and start eating hungrily, obviously the poor thing was starving. After eat though she was back to giving us wary looks. I tried to appear unfrightening, and crouched down lolling my tongue out and sticking my rear end up in the air, wagging it like I would a tail. It was a common expression that dogs did when wanting to play, and the girl seemed calmed a little. She then took the bare branch from the blackberries and hesitantly tossed it out a short distance. I took a second but then decided it was worth it to gain her trust. I turned and bounded for it, gripping it in my mouth and running back to her, sitting waiting for her to take it.
We played for a little bit longer before I stopped. She was laughing now, and had even started to pet Brownie hesitantly. But I had my own children to take care of, and they must be starving as well. I tried to convey that to the girl, and I think I partially succeeded. Then I looked at Brownie and signalled for him to stay with her. After that I took off, returning home. The twins were mewling for me, and I quickly gathered them to my breasts, licking Black’s muzzle appreciately as they fed. The girls were around, and Kaela seemed to sense something was going on, but for once not being able to communicate in words was a good thing. I would figure out how to help the girl tomorrow, but tonight my family was more important. I lovingly gazed at the times suckling hungril, pulling on my nipples in eagerness. I couldn’t imagine losing them, it was horrible to think about. There was probably a mother out there right now crying, wondering if her daughter was still alive. I would help her and that faceless mother, I promised myself.
I went to her the next day, as soon as I satisfied my mate. I was worn out so I merely laid stretched out and watched her as she splashed in the water. I thought about what to do with the girl, and it kept coming around to leading her back to the humans. Not long from then I went hunting for berries and returned rather quickly. She still seemed kind of hungry though, but there wasn’t anything else for her to eat. I couldn’t feed her a rabbit, because there’s no way to cook it, and I don’t think she would enjoy raw meat.
That evening after I made sure she was tucked away in her hole, I hurried back home to my family. Black seemed curious as to where I had been, but he didn’t mind when I cozied up to him for a little lovemaking. I definitely love having him with me, and being back together just…makes me so happy. As I crouched beneath his big strong body, feeling his slipping his hard cock deep inside me again and again thrusting, I couldn’t help but feel happy and…complete. It sounds silly, especially when I’m being screwed by a big black wolf, but it does. I was with the one I loved, surrounded by my family. As I came, howling into the night, I came to the conclusion. I had to bring that girl back to her family. It would be hard, but I had to do it. But I didn’t want to do it alone, and I swore I’d stay with Black so…tomorrow, I’d take him to her. I don’t know how I’d explain it but I’m sure he’d get it. And his nose is so much better than mine, I’m sure he could pick up something.
As my breathing relaxed, I crawled to Black, curling around him, tucking against his thick fur cloak. It felt so nice, so warm, so strong…
The next morning me and Black headed off on our own to hunt. I admit I was feeling…hyper. I was happy because it was the first time I had hunted with Black since coming back. I felt like a child though, in a way. Eager to show my parents just what I could do…but at the same time I also wanted to show Black he could rely on me, and that I wasn’t defenseless and needing to be looked after. If we were going to go on this excursion together, he needed to know that.
So while we ran through the woods, leaping roots and small bushes, letting the wind caress our bodies, I concentrated on the hunt, on trying to locate prey. My luck was great I guess, because I found a young deer, alone and probably hungry. It wasn’t real meaty, but it’ll do. Black will hunt again later anyway, so I didn’t have any problem picking this one as my catch. I veered to the left, hoping to get in behind the young animal. Crouching low, my belly almost flat on the ground I wriggled my way from behind him. Black stayed back far enough to give me space, but also not so far as to not be able to help if needed, for which I was thankful. I admit the thrill of the hunt did turn me on to some degree, got my adrenaline pumping. And it had been so long since I had been able to hunt. The twins were doing well, still needing some of mother’s milk, but they’d soon be onto real food, though mostly insects and mice they’d catch themselves.
I paused at one point, a little over half way so as not to alert the animal. This was crucial. Had to prove I can hold my own, had to do this right…I moved closer, inch by inch. My mouth was watering at the vision of fresh, hot meat to sink my teeth into. I was a few feet away when I leaped, catching the deer from behind, pulling down with all my wiry weight. He jumped a little and bucked, but lost balance and fell. That was when I climbed upon him and ripped out his throat. Though it wasn’t easy, it was really messy and took much effort to end the animal’s life, but it was so much fun! Oh god feeling the hot blood splashing upon my face and breasts as I ended it was intoxicating. I quickly set about eating, knowing Black would join me. After I had taken a few bites he did, and I felt his warm strength beside me as we ripped into the belly, enjoying the prize between just the two of us.
Once I had had my fill of food, I had another need, sexual need, burning in my loins. I licked and rubbed against him, coaxing him a little. We moved a little away from the partially eaten deer when he mounted me. We were both splattered with blood and bits of flesh but it was great, feral! I growled and moaned as he took me, thrusting into me so hard my body jerked sharply forward and back, my breasts jouncing hard, a little painful but pleasantly so. We were messy and dirty and it was great, just what I was in the mood for. No lovemaking, soft play now. I wanted hard fast feral mating with Black, and he was more than happy to let loose upon me. He was heavy but his weight only served to give him amazing strength which he used upon thrusting hard and fast into my wet, open pussy. I felt him swell and knot within me as he came and I moaned loadly, panting beneath as my body quivered.
We were knotted for some time before he slipped from me, and I felt his cum, which there is always a lot, run down my thighs. My pussy was pleasantly sore, and I rolled onto my back to look up coyly at him. He was a good mate, and spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning each other and resting. When I awoke in the later afternoon I realized my mistake. I had let the thrill of the hunt and passion for Black cloud my objective. Shaking myself, I swore that tomorrow I’d take him straight to her, no tumbles in the bushes for me! But then I blushed, it had been so much fun though…
The next morning we woke, and I fed the twins well. The good thing about living in a pack is that when one female was pregnant or nursing the other females tended to exhibit the same characteristics. As such Cloud would be able to feed my babies while we were gone. Though even with the girl I think it’d take maybe three, four days to reach the humans. From there I wasn’t sure what I’d do but we had time, I’d figure something out.
With that settled I touched noses with my children, saying goodbye for now. They all wanted to accompany me, but I wanted to be with my mate, just me and him. Black was a smart mate and followed me all the way to where the girl was holed up. I coaxed her out, she was nervous seeing Black who was the biggest wolf she had seen yet. But Black having watched me with her, knew to be gentle and let the girl touch his nose, rub his head, until she calmed down and realized that though he was big and fierce, he was sweet and gentle. I sat and smiled as she warmed to Black. I hoped Black would be up to carrying her, I think he would, and it seemed like she’d be fine with it.
Soon though, I knew we had to move and with much effort I finally relayed what I wanted from Black, who crouched down. THen I nudged the girl onto his back and she settled fine like she was riding a horse, gripping onto the thick fur around his neck. Once that was done Black set off at an easy lope which was slow compared to his normal speed but then he had a small child on his back. This slowed him enough for me to keep fairly close to him, running beside and behind him on his right. Leaping tree branches or running around them as we made our way. Black understood where to go, at least in theory. I knew once we got close to the town I’d be taking the lead, but for now I was more than happy to let Black be leader and follow him. I had enough of being leader for a long time, serving under Black, following him, made me much happier. I wasn’t great leader material, I was a great leader’s mate though!
It took us some time, a few days probably, before we were near the town. I was scared though, of the town. Memories flashed through me at night, causing me to wake in a cold sweat curled up against Black. It slowed us down, which was fine because we were having to hide from a couple of people in the mountains. I wasn’t sure if they were looking for the girl maybe, or just camping so I didn’t want to leave the girl for them to find. I may be living in the wild with my wolf family, but I hadn’t forgotten the horrors of the human world.
Instead we continued till we were quite close to the edge of the forest and had to stay hidden more often then not. It was time for me to take the lead sadly, and I could tell Black wasn’t happy with me leaving him. But it would be easier if I took her down to where the cars were. If the humans saw Black with the girl they’d probably shoot him. At least they’ll pause before shooting me…I hope. So with one tender lick I left him and trotted away, the little girl doing well walking beside me.
Thankfully it seemed that there were no people around right as we descended, getting onto the trail which was a little easier on the girl. Once we made it to the parking lot though I stopped and sat. The little girl took a couple steps forward then turned around, giving me a confused look. “Aren’t you coming? You brought me down here, you and your friend.”
I shook my head, I wasn’t going any further. I wanted to, wanted to make sure she was safe, but I just couldn’t go any further. I don’t know if she noticed, but I was trembling, my body covered in cold sweat. It was too terrifying, I wasn’t ready to get involved this close to humans yet. The little girl stared at me for awhile then took off running. I really hoped she’d find her parents, I mean there had to be a helpful person here right? Park rangers or something like that right?
I turned and loped off into the woods, soon meeting up with Black. I licked and fussed over him, congratulating him for being the best mate in the world. I could keep myself from him, and crouched down to let him mount me trembling body, seeking the release of my fear in the hot passion of mating with him. He was so good to me, good to our pups, I couldn’t be happier. Once he filled me with his hot see we were off, and I could feel it warming my womb and belly. But I did hope I wouldn’t become pregnant again, I wasn’t a puppy making factory here! But whatever happened happened. Soon though I stopped, turning to look back toward the direction of the city, the little girl. I barked at Black who stopped and trotted back to me, licking my face, confused as to why I stopped.
I signaled to him that I wanted to stay here, though I’m not sure he entirely understood. And I knew he wouldn’t completely understand my reasons. I just had to make sure that girl found her parents. And I just knew she would come back here when she did. I couldn’t explain it, but just looking at that little girl I knew she would, that she’d want me to know. So I’d wait here with Black. It was alright, we could find a nice enough place to sleep, hidden from the more adventurous of explorers. I licked Black’s nose in return and smiled softly, oh how I loved him and our pups. I felt my heart clench, realizing how terrified and scared that girl’s parents must be. It warmed me more that anything to know that I could help someone, a fellow parent.
A few days passed as me and Black stayed up in the forest. It was alright, though our sleep wasn’t always comfortable. Food was decent enough though it consisted of rabbit which didn’t fully satisfy me, let alone my hunky mate. But I couldn’t leave. I was going back down this morning, had to see if she had found her parents, I really hoped so.
So giving Black a loving lick I turned tail and raced down the mountain to the hiking path. I was coming within view of the parking lot when I saw the girl. She was in nicer clothes, but I couldn’t miss her. There were a couple other vehicles in the lot but she was there, back to me holding hands with a man, I presume her father. I smiled, and took a few more steps down the well trodden path and sat, enjoying seeing this girl look up at her father and smile. He went around, leaving her standing at the rear of the car as he got in. It was then that she turned around. It was weird, we were a good distance away but I knew we were looking in each other’s eyes. She smiled and waved to me and I arched my head up high and howled in return. But then I had to go as to not be seen.
I returned to Black quickly enough, my heart and feet light. We wrestled and played with each a short while before taking off. Faster this time, though Black was still great enough to go slow for me. I loved watching him move from behind, his taunt muscles stretching as his fur shifted. It aroused me to watch his legs move with such flud power and strength that I stumbled once, caught in my day time fantasies. When we stopped for the night I was upon him, arousing him with my tongue lapping at his sheath until he sprouted. Once that was down it was only seconds before I crouched beneath his weight and accepted his hard cock to fill my wet pussy. It was love, pure love as we coupled. His thrusts met mine, our bodies rubbing together his fur sending jolts of electricity through my body every time we moved. As we finished and his knot eventually slipped wetly from my hot, sweaty body, I rolled onto my back and licked his lower jaw lovingly. He returned my tender kisses with his own and rested his body upon me, making me happy to breath in his scent.
I grinding my hips lovingly against his belly, loving the feel of his fur against my own belly and sensitive breasts, the nipples hard and throbbing with desire so bad I could even feel a little of my milk leak from them which made me blush. Black must have felt it to because he tucked his head to my breasts and licked the milk dribbling down both of them. I moaned and grinded against him eagerly, soon I would be in the throes of another orgasm if he continued. He lightly nipped my jiggling breasts and I cried, it felt so good! I started humping against him madly, my fingers digging into his back and sides, my tongue lapping on the underside of his muzzle, then his nose as he licked me in return. It was finally too much for me and my body twitched and arched in orgasm as I felt my juices soak into Black’s belly as we pressed against each other.
When my orgasm passed I curled around him worn beyond any day’s running could do to me. But I was so happy and content as we nuzzled and lapped at each other’s faces beneath the moon, slowly drifting off to sleep.
We raced each other back to the pack, nipping at each other tenderly. It was so much fun, running free and full out. of course I didn’t have near the stamina or speed of my mate, but Black was loving and let me gain the lead a few times. Though I think he did it just to nip my butt, the tease!
When we returned home our family was waiting. The children came racing up to meet us, making me howl with joy for them as we licked and nudged each other in greeting. Cloud came out soon with the twins trundling along, adorable young pups! I touched noses with then gently and they licked my face, making me giggle. They were getting bigger and bigger, and I loved watching them grow. Black moved off, I assume to greet the alpha and his mate. I retreated to our den with the twins, curling up and letting them suckle and feed. It made me feel all “warm and fuzzy” inside like this. This was worth all the trouble of being pregnant, and giving birth. To curl up with my pups at my breasts.
Black returned, and the alpha female came by to greet me, licking my face gently. She…she always made me feel good. It was…weirdly enough, like an older sister. It made me nostalgic for my family, my own older sister and brother must be worried. I admit I hadn’t really given a whole lot of thought to my family until now. But surrounded by my own family made me wonder. I guess I wouldn’t mind seeing them again, but a part of me knew it just…it wouldn’t work. I love my life now, it’s complete. I know I hurt them but my family will move on. And I wasn’t as happy back in the human world as I am here. Kaela and Brownie curled up around me while Fleetfoot and Midnight followed their father out, probably to hunt. Midnight was one of the best hunters in the pack now, which was great.
One of the other males in the pack was courting her, and I hoped she would chose well. I really believe she’d do better with a mate in position for alpha, but whatever made her happy was fine with me, that’s what I think mothers are for. Supporting their children but letting them make their own decisions. Those comforting thoughts let me settle into sleep nicely with most of my family around me.
As time passed winter thawed into spring, and spring warmed into summer. Life was routine, except for some changes.
The first came when a drifting wolf stayed with our pack for a couple nights. Big and black like my own mate, though his muzzle was white. He was fierce and hunted for himself which was fine by our alpha’s mind. The reason why this event was so noticable was because it was when my daught Midnight left us. She was the best of our pack, and I could tell she was itching to go off on her own, but afraid to. Then the solitary wolf came through, and before I knew it she was with him. And when he left, she left to. I cried when she left, what can I say I’m highly emotional sometimes and this was my own daughter, leaving me. But the wolf had the potential to be an alpha, which made our own alpha nervous, so I’m glad she picked a strong mate for whenever they formed their own pack.
The next big event happened around the beginning of summer. Another loss for my family, Fleetfoot left to start his own pack, taking the only other mated pair our pack had with him. It was a fond fairwell, and I kept myself a little more controlled, but over the next couple days I stayed in the cave with the pups and cried for my children who had grown up and gone on their own paths. The only thing I hoped was that I would see them again.
Our pack was smaller now, much smaller really. The alpha pair and their two sons. My mate and I, plus Brownie and Kaela and the twins Ari the female, and Raven the male. Then there was Cloud, plus another male. It was okay though, we did well as a smaller group. The twins were growing strong and healthy, with Kaela spending a lot of time teaching them how to hunt when me and Black wanted time to ourselves or to hunt. I learned to deal with the loss of my children well enough, mostly because I believed they were strong and would do fine. As such I rebounded and got back into the swing of the pack fairly quickly.
As we moved deeper into summer I spent a lot of time by the river bathing and cooling down. Kaela usually accompanied me, as well as the twins. Another surprise came about during this time of the summer. Somehow Brownie won Cloud as his mate. I really couldn’t believe it when I saw them but…it’s true. Before Cloud rebuffed my son almost daily for his attempts but ever since Fleetfood left Cloud had be slowly giving in to him.
It was just a few days ago that I saw them together, beginning the motions of their mating. I of course backed away. I didn’t want to intrude, nor did I really want to watch my son mate. But I was proud of him despite being surprised, and I congratulated him later that day for it.
The summer though, also brought me to a new threat. Not a serious one exactly but…well let me explain. A female wolf was passing by and came to our pack for the night. But the next day she didn’t show signs of leaving, and instead was showing increasing signs of wanting my mate. I wasn’t worried about Black straying, we wasn’t showing any interest in the bitch but it still made me jealous, or just plain angry.
What made it worse though, was that she was all to eager to challenge me. At first it was just looks, maybe a sneer or two. But before I realized it, we were all around the central clearing and I was sitting protectively next to Black. Then came her challenge. She swatted at me and thankfully I moved quickly enough. But I was angry at her attacking me, and so gladly leaped into the open area. That’s where I was now, circling this stray bitch. I wasn’t entirely thrilled about the idea of fighting a wolf, but I had to protect my family. And this bitch wasn’t going to have my mate, nor was she going to shame me in front of them either. I snarled, showing teeth and feinted a lunge which made her jump. I laughed to myself and started circling again, had to find a way, had to take her down.
She made an attack, diving for my front left leg/arm, but I jumped and twisted, tumbling over her back side and biting onto her tail. She whipped around but I moved out of the way. We continued in this circle for a few more turns before I slipped and she bit into my calf, causing me to let go of her tail. Oh man did it hurt! I felt the burning where her teeth punctured flesh but it was seriously deep and I raked at her face which made her let go.
I was limping a bit which didn’t help me since she was really faster than I am. We doged and snapped at each other, but she had drawn first blood. I kept getting fur, and had to keep myself from getting too frustrated about it. Finally I got the upperhand as she ran and leaped for me. I don’t know what I was truly thinking but instead of dodging out of the way I rolled onto my back and flipped her over me. She score a couple grazing scratches on my arms and right shoulder but she went flying overhead wonderfully, crashing down hard, stunned. I ran and was ontop of her in seconds. She struggled but the flipped had surprised her and she was slow to react. I clawed and bit and we were soon entangled. I felt her teeth score again and again, but I wasn’t doing real bad.
We broke away at last though and I dropped down and kicked up at her jaw before she could move. I heard the connection, and she wobbled away before falling down. I stood, panting and bleeding from numerous wounds. But did I kill her? I wasn’t sure, I had been so eager to finish the challenge, I hadn’t really wanted to kill her. I took slow, weak steps toward her.
I stood beside her and lowered my face slowly, sniffing. There was no reaction at first, but then I saw a faint rise in her chest. She was still alive, good. I didn’t like her, but I had no intention on killing a fellow wolf unless I absolutely had to. Instead I pulled back and watched her awake, her eyes opening and looking at me. She was afraid now, and rightly so I had beaten her though I wasn’t in the best of shape, so it was close.
She gave me another look before exposing her throat to me and I bent down and bit softly. Showing my power over her, my dominance. When I let her go I made my way back to my mate and family with as much control as I could. My back was to her, showing how little I feared her. But to be honest if she attacked me I don’t know if I’d be able to win. I was bleeding bruised and sore all over. My front leg hurt badly where she bit me, and all I wanted was to get to the nearby stream and wash off, then sleep.
There was no attack then, nor ever afterward. She whined pitifully and vanished into the woods. Black paced beside me and I leaned against his strong powerful frame gratefully. Kaela was on my other side. I didn’t mind showing weakness now, it was over. By the time I got to the stream I was dizzy. Black came into the stream with me, and the water felt so good. I rolled around gratefully, but all to aware of the bites and scratches littering my body. Woozy upon my feet I collapsed by the stream and just couldn’t move. Kaela and Black licked me gently, worried but I touched noses and licking them back for a kiss before laying back down, letting myself rest. It felt so good to rest.
I woke some time later, early evening I believe. Kaela was next to me, and gave a short bark in greeting. I smiled, standing slowly. I still felt a little weak but it was okay, I was better now. We made it back to the pack fine enough, but when I crawled back into our den I was feeling tired. I guess I had lost more blood than I thought or something. I laid down and watched the twins playing until I fell asleep once more.
Waking up the next morning I felt much better, more active. I took myself outside, the twins tumbling around my feet. I watched them lovingly, a tender smile on my lips. They were sweet and young, so playful. I hoped we would be able to raise them in a nice enviroment. I found the alpha female and greeted her. Her own pups where off somewhere else. I had drawn some real status now in the pack. Before I had simply been the mate of Black, bearer of his pups. And that was fine, but now. Now I had real status. I had power so to speak, the others looked at me and didn’t just see another female. They saw a fighter, a strong wolf. It made me proud, especially when I saw it in the alpha females eyes. It made me feel really good, elated.
Brownie was off with Cloud, he slept with her now. Kaela still stayed with us in our den though but she was busy hunting I think. Even Black was gone. It was strange. The twins were calming down, tiring themselves out chasing bugs and each other. I herded them back to the den to lay down, then took myself outside again. We were a tiny pack now, but it was nice and close. I missed my children but I knew they were alright, I was sure of it. And hopefully I’d see them again somewhere down the road so to speak. So for the rest of the day I spent wandering around the pack area, exploring a little bit. It was nice, a day to myself to just relax. The pups were sleeping the day away, it was good.
I lapped some water from the nearby stream. Chased a squirrel playfully, wasn’t really hungry for food and I’d rather get something bigger than a squirrel anyway. It was strange having this quiet alone time. I hadn’t been exactly alone since joining the pack. It was part of being with one, you’re together, you’re never really alone. And I liked that feeling. I hadn’t been real popular when I was with the humans, maybe that’s why I so readily went along with this at first.
I found myself lounging under the shade of the trees, thinking about before. I hadn’t really thought much about my life. I had been so entranced, enthralled by Black. Consumed by my desire for him that my previous life just fell to the side. Then getting pregnant was a suprise, and well everything else. I looked up into the branches and imagined what would’ve happened had I never wandered off into the woods. Gone back home, went back to school. Frustrated and depressed as I had been when I retreated to the woods in the first place. I thought about my family, how much I missed them, yet at the same time…they were like, part of someone else. Someone else’s family not my own. I felt so disconnected from the world it was hard sometimes to recall those things.
I woke later feeling refreshed like I haven’t felt in a long time. Full of energy and renewed strength. My arm was still sore and healing, but I was feeling much better. I loped home, finding my lovely twins awake and anxious for their mother to be home. I loved being a mother, being my mate’s pups. I hadn’t thought about kids as a human, it seemed so unreal, so scary. But here with the wolves it was natural, a part of life. I liked the tops of their heads and they tangled themselves in my limbs. They both stretched for my hanging tits thought, and I laughed, still momma’s babies. I laid down and let them snuggle close to feed, relishing the feeling of their little teeth around my nipples, suckling my milk. Another thing I couldn’t believe, how easy it was for me to just lay down and breat feed my pups.
Kaela came home and laid down nearby, watching me feed her brother and sister. Once the pups were fed the went to play with big sister Kaela who was amazing with them. She’ll make a good mother some day as well, I know it.
As the days went by, we moved our pack to a new area. It was a lovely place in the woods. Nice and green with a small clearing to play in with the pups. They were growing so fast, moving on to real meat game. Kaela took them hunting most of the afternoons, while Brownie had settled down with Cloud who was now pregnant. I was eager to watch another wolf birth, of course I had gone through two of my own, but I still wanted to know how to do it right, like a real wolf. Black was happier than normal, playful even and I sure felt it. We spent time running through the woods, hiding from each other, pouncing on each other when we could. I lost most of the time though, I didn’t have the wolf’s senses.
The other day we were playing and I had crawled out from inside a hollow log, thinking I had lost Black. But once I was out he fell upon me from behind, the sneak! I felt him upon me, his rough furred body pressing me down a little as he panted against my ear, turning me on. He knew I enjoyed it when he did that, pressing down on me and panting in my ear. It all made me hot which is what he wanted. That was the game, whoever caught the other by surprise controled the sex. I admit I loss on purpose a time or two, can’t blame a girl for wanting what she likes. And as he slipped his hardening, hot member into my wet pussy I moaned and trembled. It was nice to let loose in the hot summer like this. Of course our play didn’t help me keep cool but that was alright, I don’t mind being hot and sweaty.
He railed my body hard, hot as he was it made him more aggressive during sex, which was also alright. he had been taking me kinda gentle up until recently. I’m not sure why but now that he was being harder upon my sweaty body, it felt so good. With his panting, furred body on top of me my hands dug into the forest floor, my body stretched and bending as I moaned for him to fill me with his seed. Of course I thought about getting pregnant again, but we had been at it so many times since the birth of the twins and nothing yet, so maybe I’ve just been lucky. Not that I’d mind bearing him more pups, I love being his mate and a mother, but half the time I’ve spent with my mate has been pregnant. And too be honest I’m a young bitch who wants to have fun once in awhile as well. So I let him go at my body with all he’s got, and when he finishes I’m once again left twitching and weak upon the forest floor, cum running down my thighs, dripping from my pussy. It feels so good.
It was a strange time for me. I felt so light hearted and free. Free to play around with Black, the pups, or just to go romping through the forest. It may sound childish but I loved playing around. Sure I was a mate and mother, but those responsibilities were light. Especially being a mother, the twins were growing well and didn’t need their mother as much. To be honest they’d attached themselves to their big sister Kaela. She spent most of her days playing and watching the two. I felt a little bad, like I was shirking my responsibility but Kaela truly seemed to enjoy watching them. I think she wanted pups of her own, if only she could find a mate.
Meanwhile I frequently took myself off with Black for some romantic one-on-one time. It was great, hot, and just what I needed. Oh we didn’t just have sex, it was more than that. We really got to know each other. Spending so much time together had deepened our bond as mates which I loved. Sure he was a wolf, and maybe not as sophisticated as a human but he still got me. It was a deeper, primal way but he got my needs and wants so well. This particular afternoon I was recovering from a hot session with my mate. He was a short distance away sleeping off the hot noon sun. I was panting beside the river on my back, worn out. Hot and sweaty myself I let my left arm and leg drape in the cool stream water. It felt so nice that eventually I crawled into the river itself for a swim.
The water felt so good, cold against her hot sweaty body as she paddled around. Dunking beneath the surface she popped back up and howled, feeling so good. She turned and watched Black sleeping away, even her howl not waking him. Poor thing he had worked so hard. She was still throbbing to prove it! After a little bit longer of swimming she was ready to sleep herself and crawled out, giving herself a good all over shake before stretching out on the back with a yawn. Now the hot sun felt good on her cooled skin as she slowly slipped off to sleep.
She was awakened by Black’s nose nudging her breast. Sighing she opened her eyes and licked his muzzle in a kiss before getting to her feet. It was darker, late afternoon now, he probably wanted to get back or go hunting. So she followed him and ended up back with the pack. Sadly Black took himself off then, apparently wanting to hunt on his own. I was a little sad, but we had been together a lot lately so I was probably getting too clingy for a wolf’s mate. So I relished in some time with her twins. Kaela went off on her own as well so she spent the time wrestling and playing. They were growing up and gave her a run for her money when they tag teamed her. Black came back to find the three of them in a tangle. She extracated herself with a throaty chuckle and went to nuzzle her mate. Food was here and Kaela returned to dine as well. After dinner they laid about, all of them worn out by their day.
The pack was moving again, why I’m not real sure but then summer was coming to a close so I guess we were moving to a new area for the winter maybe? I couldn’t help but remember the horrible time I spent, me and Kaela, last summer and fall. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, following my lovely mate. The twins were keeping pace with me while Kaela stayed behind us to make sure the twins didn’t go wandering off. No one wanted to be separated again. Everything was great, it was a warm day but a faint breeze felt good against my hot skin.
That was, until we heard a roar that I had heard before, one that I didn’t want to hear again to be honest. It was that roar of a grizzly bear that made me freeze in place, trembling in a fear that I hadn’t felt in so long. I couldn’t move, just frozen in place and let out a low whine. Black placed himself in front of me, guarding his family, which was good because I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. The bear crashed out of the undergrowth, large and terrifying. Why it was being so aggresive I couldn’t say, but I felt the twins cower against my side. I wish I could comfort them but I couldn’t…
Our alpha circled the roaring bear, leading it a little further back from the pack. he was protecting us, but there’s not way he could take down a bear, could he? I wasn’t sure, but he was. The bear took a swipe which the alpha dodged then leaped on the bear, trying to get a good bite it. The bear shook himself back and forth, and I watched the alpha swing from his back. Black looked like he was going to jump in but he turned back and saw us, his family and stopped. I admit I was so grateful for him staying. I couldn’t believe my own fear of the bear but…it was so huge compared to me, so fearsome. I may have taken a fellow wolf but…this was a bear. So Black stayed and we all watched as the alpha was flung from the bear’s back, getting to his feet and attacking again.
The battle went on and didn’t seem to favor either of them. The alpha was good at dodging the bear’s slower attacks, but the bears bulk and fur kept the alpha from sinking his teeth in for any good attacks himself. His mate stayed back and watched, I could tell she was worried by the way she stood. Cloud and Brownie were just ahead of us, standing together. It was quiet except for the the growls of the bear and alpha. I wanted to do something, but still couldn’t move, only watch.
It was then that the bear managed to hit the alpha, hard. He was on the bear’s back and he got flung off and slammed into a tree. It looked painful, and I could hear the yelp. It was then that the bear raked his claws across the alpha, opening gashes across his side. I screamed, the blood, it was horrible! But the alpha still stood and attacked, getting a throat shot. He was swatted away shortly but the bear was bleeding, he had been injured. Instead of continuing the attack the bear roared and lumbered away.
I was still frozen, but everyone else moved to the alpha. His mated was there first at his side, and when I could move me and the twins hurried to see the damage. IT was as bad as I thought, he wouldn’t make it. He lay there bleeding out, one of his hind legs bent the wrong way, broken. I turned and puked, his insides were visible. It was…I didn’t know what to think. He was my alpha, no matter that I was a human, he was my alpha all the same. I didn’t know what would happen…what would we do without our pack leader? This was a situation that I had never thought of, what would the pack do?
It was hushed, silent. We waited and watched as the alpha passed on. I felt sick though my stomach was empty. Black tried to comfort me and it helped…a little. But I was scared and unsure what would happen. As he passed his mate slunk off. It had been almost a day since I had seen her last, I wasn’t sure if she would return or not but I wished she would. I felt…tight? My stomach, insides were all screwed up tight with apprehension. I wasn’t sure how to deal with this. Not that I couldn’t think for myself or anything, but this was my pack, my family. They needed an alpha, and I didn’t want my family to just break apart.
The pack seemed uneasy as I returned from relieving myself. There was a tenseness about the area that wasn’t there before. That’s when I saw the young male wolf. He was large and snowy white mixed with grey. He had joined before we left our previous home, and wasn’t a wolf I enjoyed spending time with. He was aggresive with the rest of the pack, the alpha had to step in on several occasions to keep him in line. Now I knew what was happening, he was trying to take over. I snarled, but knew it was beyond me to challenge him. One, females just didn’t become the alpha, and this wasn’t the time to challenge nature. Second, he was too big for me, I wasn’t strong enough to take a large wolf such as him.
As I stood snarling at him from beyond the press of the pack there was a call from the other side. I knew that call and it made me halt my snarling as I felt my stomach clench. THe others of the pack moved away to allow room as Black stepped into the clear area where the other wolf, Rage, stood. Black was the only other wolf that Rage didn’t mess with after the first time. He had tried to come onto me, and Black made it quite clear that if he ever tried something again he wouldn’t live through it. Now though, now Black was challenging him for leadership of the pack. I couldn’t believe it, I never thought my Black would do something like that. I pushed my way to the front to have a clear view. The pack had extended the circle, making a large area for the two to fight in. Both stood hackles raised, teeth bared. I felt the twins crowd beneath me, seeking comfort in the warmth of their mother. Kaela made her way to my right, giving me a lick of comfort. I wasn’t sure how this would end, I honestly didn’t but I cried silently for Black to make it out alive no matter what the outcome. He had to survive, I don’t know what I’d do without him.
The young male, Aggro, made the first move.
It was quick, but it was premature and Black easily dodged out of the way, slashing lightly at Aggro’s rear left leg. Aggro whipped around but Black was too quick and experienced, moving away they began circling again. I watched horrified. I knew it could go either way, I wasn’t naive enough to believe that my Black was the best wolf in the world, nor the strongest. And I couldn’t do anything. To even try and help would make Black look weak and thus unable to lead. He had to win on his own, but…but I’m his mate! To lose him now, I’d be lost. I may be able to survive on my own, but live? I hadn’t cried in a long time, crying was an emotion or action that just didn’t happen to wolves, and being among them had truly changed how I reacted. But I cried now, and howled. I wasn’t the only one but I think I was the only one howling because I was in pain, I was sad.
Black was winning though, barely. He had scored light scratches and one good bite on Aggro’s right front paw. But he was clean of any injuries himself. He lunged and the two locked in a snarling tumble, both trying to rip into the other with their teeth. I watch, my body shaking. I remembered my own fight, but for some reason this just seemed more…violent or worse or something. Maybe it was because it’s my mate, I don’t know. The twins were huddled beneath my legs, they understood on some level what their father was doing. Kaela was with me and that helped me gain more control over myself. I had to be strong, for Black. For my family.
Aggro broke away and Black fell back, bleeding from a wound at his side, Aggro’s claws. I whimpered at the sight of him bleeding but Black stood his ground and snarled, taunting Aggro. It worked, the younger wolf was impatient and attacked. Black moved out of the way with only a mere scrape of the claws and twisted, burying his fangs into Aggro’s right shoulder. The wolf howled in pain but I was happy, wanting to cheer. They twisted together, both kicking to claw at one another. Aggro tried to twist his head around but couldn’t reach, and instead clamped down on Black’s tail causing him to release. They went back to circling each other, wary of the other’s moves. I still could honestly say I knew that Black would win, I wanted him to but I couldn’t be sure and that scared me.
The sun was sinking, and both Black and Aggro were showing obvious signs of exhaustion. Every member of the pack was hungry by now, but no one dared leave to hunt. The twins fed from my breasts but otherwise during that time, I was avidly watching the fight. Most of the time was spent circling each other, sometimes taking swipes and half hearted lunges. Both were well matched, and something inside me felt that the next move would probably be the final one, and we’d know the victor.
Then it came, suddenly and without warning. Aggro had been circling closer to my mate when Black snaked around his side quick as a flash and tore at Aggro’s rear right leg. It was a nasty wound and blood sprayed briefly. Aggro collapsed with my mate pinning him down in triumph. I blinked, it had happened so quickly, after such a drawn out fight, that it took me a few seconds to process. When it did though Aggro was exposing his throat in defeat and Black was stepping off him. I ran to his side, nuzzling and licking his face. He absently returned my nuzzling but then pulled away, growling at Aggro. The defeated wolf hobbled to his feet and left. I watched, overjoyed that my mate had won. I had been so worried yet now all that worry just drained away, leaving me feeling light and happy.
The rest of the pack seemed to accept the decision and I forced Black to move away so we could have some privacy while I licked his wounds. As I finished I set about licking him to erection. I don’t know why but maybe I just wanted to congratulate him. Or maybe the fear and adrenaline just needed an escape. Either way I coaxed his arousal and happily crouched down for him as he settled upon me, pounding my pussy hard and fast. IT was aggressive, more that we usually did, but we obviously needed to blow some of his own steam and who was I as his mate to argue? I loved his hard thrust, throaty growls against the back of my neck while he did his business. It felt good as his front paws gripped around my body while he shook me with his mating. My breasts bounced and my moans echoed in the darkened forests until I screamed in orgasm, clenching around his cock and the knot that kept me plugged. I wondered if I’d get pregnant again, and honestly didn’t care either way tonight. All i cared about was that my mate was still alive, and that he’d won. He was the alpha now, and I was his mate.
It was amazing to think about. I mean it felt like forever but really it couldn’t have been real long ago that I was wandering off into the woods after this pack. Then my first mating with Black, learning to eat raw meat, and now look at me? Proud mother of wonderful pups who are all strong and loving. And now mate of the alpha of the pack. It was a lot to take in, but that’s alright, right now was about pleasure pure and simple. Once his knot shrunk and slipped out, I felt the familiar dribble of his hot seed down my thighs as we returned to the pack. It was time for my mate to do his duty.
Life at the top of the pack was interesting. All the other wolves defered to me and my mate. They even gave an amount of respect to my pups, it was all a little much at first. But eventually I learned to adjust to my new role as the alpha female. Of course my mate was the true leader, and he did his job amazingly well. It took a lot of effort to get the pack under his control, I kinda figured it was like this for every new alpha.
For myself, I had to keep the others in line as well, because my mate couldn’t be everywhere. But together we worked wonderfully, as team we got the pack under a tight control as we moved. We were in a more open area this time, with only trees and bushes for cover which was fine because the weather was wonderful and we didn’t need to worry about storms yet. I watched the twins playing around, marveling as I always do, how they’ve grown. They’ve moved onto catching insects and small rodents, and Black was teaching them very well. For myself I looked after them still, and took them on a hunt every now and then, enjoying the time I spend with them because eventually they’ll probably leave as well.

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Bahamas Vacation (5)

I had travelled to,the Bahamas after my fiancee’s death, on what was to have been our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon at the hotel and we have spent several days and nights together. We have been asked to dinner by one of Cinnamon’s friends.

A Game of Inches – Part One.

*Authors Note : This is my first work of fiction, I have to admit it was considerably more difficult to write
than my first real life story “My Sister In Law Beth”. However, I was so encouraged by all
of your wonderful feedback, I decided to give it a try. I must WARN you however that this
will be a very LONG story with the sexual parts being spread out considerably. If you’re
not up for a extensive story line may I suggest you read one of the wonderful short stories
that are available on this site. I was extremely surprised at all of the readers who
said they loved the extensive story line, it was different from the normal story on here. I
hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I led anything but a normal childhood. On the day I was born my mother had just turned sixteen years old, my father was barely seventeen. My mother’s family hated my father with a passion and did everything they could to make his life a miserable hell. To his credit, he withstood the abuse and became my role model, never ever turning his back on me, even though my mother’s family criticized him every chance they got. He dropped out of school at seventeen and went to work at the local lumber yard. He sent my mother a check for child support every month, even though they had never been to court, his check was there every month. He enrolled in night school got his GED, then enrolled in college, again at night. It took him six years but he received a teaching degree and went to work at a local high school. He was a gifted quarterback in his high school days, many say he was good enough to perhaps play professionally, but he gave all of that up at seventeen. It only made perfect sense that after four years of teaching, he would also assume the head coaching position, a sport he loved dearly.
Even though we lived less than twenty miles apart, I rarely saw my father, my mother’s family saw to that. But he never relented, he was determined that one day we would be close. Every Birthday, every Christmas he was there much to their dismay.
After several years of coaching my father turned a perennial loser into one of the strongest high school programs in the state. He was being recruited by every major high school in the state, as well as several smaller colleges. My father was a big man, six foot ,five inches tall and about two hundred twenty five pounds. It was pretty obvious at even at an early age, I was going to take after him physically. At age twelve, I was already over six foot and close to one hundred ninety pounds. That year is particularly etched in my mind, that’s the year my mother married Richard, a guy she had been dating for a few years. He was the sort of guy you never trusted, he always seemed to be up to something. I could not stand him but for my mother’s sake, I kept my mouth shut. From the moment he moved in, my life was never the same. He constantly ordered me around, demanding I work around the house to earn my keep, as he called it. This went on for a year or so until my size began to threaten him, or at least that’s what I thought at the time. I really don’t remember what even started it but one night my mother was at her parents house, it was getting late. I had been working in the yard all day and I was extremely tired. One of the things he had asked me to do, apparently I had forgotten. He came into my room and began to curse and scream at me. I got up out of the bed and I am guessing he must have thought I was going to confront him. The next thing I remember, I was on the floor with a terrible pain throbbing in my jaw. I reached up, touching my mouth, seeing blood on my hand. I quietly got up and went and did the chore he asked me to. I finished and went back to bed, but the pain kept me awake most of the night. The next morning, the entire right side of my face was swollen and bruised. My mother asked me what had happened and I told her exactly what he had did. Her answer to me was, “You must have deserved it”, not giving it a second thought. I went to school that morning but immediately upon seeing me, my homeroom teacher sent me to the office. The vice-principal called my mother and asked her to come down to the school immediately. My mother arrived an hour or so later, very annoyed that anyone had taken this seriously. Because our middle school was the feeder school for my dad’s high school, everyone at my school knew my father, in fact many were close friends. It didn’t take long for news of my injury to reach my dad, he arrived maybe thirty minutes after my mother. He quietly walked over to me, kneeled down and touched my face. With tears building in his eyes, he asked me what had happened. I told him, as I had told my mother, exactly what happened. He slowly stood, turned, and walked right into the principal’s office where my mother was. After a short argument, where I heard both of them raise their voices at each other, they reappeared before me. I will never forget his words, as he knelt back down in front of me.
“If anyone ever lays a hand on you again, you call me. I will make sure it will be the last thing in this life, they ever do.”, he said, in a very low, matter of fact tone. “I am going to try every thing I can do to get you out of that house as soon as possible, I promise.”
It took him close to two years, but he eventually with my testimony, was able to get full custody of me. It was the happiest day of my life.
He took me straight to my mother’s to pick up my things, I couldn’t leave there fast enough. As I collected my things, he helped me load them into his truck. I collected my last box, making my way to the door for the last time. My mother looked up at me from the sofa, I will never forget her last words to me that day.
“You two deserve each other, you’re both sorry excuses for men. I regret ever meeting your father, and I certainly regret the day you were born. It was the worst day of my life.”, she scowled.
I simply looked at her, not really angry, more sad that she felt this way. Her parents had implanted a seed of hate inside of her that she would never be able to overcome. I simply stepped out and closed the door behind me.
My mother made absolutely no effort to be part of my life from that day forward. It effected me, seeing my friends interact with their mothers, the love that they felt. Although my dad did everything he could to make sure I knew how much he loved me, nothing replaces a mother. I guess always in the back of my mind, I hoped one day we could all overcome this.
The next year, I was a freshman, enrolled at the same school my father taught and coached at. By now, I was six foot four and weighed close to two hundred twenty pounds. It was a given, I would play football, I was my father’s son after all. My dad had been around football long enough to know that a strength and conditioning program was vital to a team’s success. He immediately started me on a rigid weight lifting program as well as make sure I was getting all the essential supplements I needed to be successful. I didn’t play in any games my freshman year, I spent just about every waking minute in the weight room. Initially my weight dropped to around two hundred pounds, but then slowly it came back. By the end of my freshman year I was again back to two hundred twenty pounds, but now had very little fat on my body. I was leaner and much stronger after just one year in the program. During the summer that year, my dad sent me to the local college to work out with a buddy of his, who coached there. My dad had designs that as a sophomore, I would start on the defensive line for the varsity.
After several weeks in the weight room, I could not help but notice how huge the players were, but more importantly how strong they were. It was routine to see lineman squatting over five hundred pounds, their strength was incredible. As I began to ask questions about training techniques, diet and supplements, one thing became obvious. There were other factors in play here. Just about every player to a man, either had taken, or was taking steroids on a periodic basis.
I was told that if I truly wanted to play this sport at the higher levels, I would too have to dabble into the underworld of performance enhancing drugs. Because I had always heard such negative things about steroids, I truly had no idea what to think, much less if I thought taking these were a good idea. By the time the summer came to a close, I was sure of one thing. If I wanted to play major college football, I would have to take drugs, and the time was now.
With no one else to turn to, I decided to talk to my dad knowing he would be straight with me. He was seated at the kitchen table, eating his normal late night supper. I brought up the subject carefully, watching the reaction on his face. He immediately raised his objections citing long term health issues that arise in athletes that take steroids. But even as he was rattling off cases that he was familiar with, I could see he knew the truth. I am not sure who he was trying to convince more, me or him. I listen intently but by the end of his lecture, he could see I was not that impressed. He looked down carefully thinking, then back up at me.
“Brian, if you really feel you have to do this, please don’t hide it. I do not want you to take drugs, period. But with that said, I know many of my players do, it comes with the job. Just promise me, if you decide to do it, let me know. I will put you in touch with someone I know. He will make sure you take the correct things, and you take doses that will decrease the chances of long term side effects. Just promise me that.”, he begged.
“If I do it, I will let you know Dad. I promise.”, I replied.
I read up as much as I could over the next few months about the types of anabolic steroids, both oral and injections. I still had no clue what to do searching through the endless maze of information available, I decided to take my father up on his offer to put me in touch with someone who did. He immediately took me to a body building facility that was located close to the college gym I had been using for months. Apparently the owner of the gym, an ex-Olympic power lifter, had helped other players in the past. My father introduced us, then began to explain exactly what he had in mind. The huge man shook his head in approval, saying he knew exactly what to do.
During the off seasons and summers I worked out exclusively at the health club, keeping my distance from the prying eyes of the school. I was given six week cycles of testosterone, deccadurabolin and winstrol, taking each once daily by injection. After each six week cycle, I would abstain for six weeks, cleaning my self out completely. Almost immediately you could see the results the drugs were having. I became stronger, thicker and more muscular in a very short time. My weight jumped up over thirty pounds in less than one year. By the time I started my sophomore year, people were beginning to take notice of me. Girls that a year ago didn’t look in my direction, were now looking, and smiling a lot. It was nice, but I put it out of my mind, football was all I cared about. Fall practice was just around the corner and I was determined to make the varsity team, even though it would be extremely tough this year, they were loaded with talent. Not to mention the twenty two seniors who were returning for their last year. Combine that with the fact, I had to be head and shoulders above everyone else, just so my dad wouldn’t be accused of playing favorites. I attended the voluntary after school practices with the assistant position coaches. My dad was not allowed to be at these practices, it was a state rule. We could not work out as a team, only in groups by position. As soon as practice was over, I would jump on the bus, make my way across town to the health club and train for several hours. It was exhausting, I was never home and if I was , I was sleeping. It was during these first few months of school my dad met
Ashley, the new history teacher. Ashley was an immediate hit, especially with all the boys at school. She was a knock out to say the least. She was close to six foot tall, a former college volleyball player, with an incredible, athletically fit body, only twenty six years of age. Her face could have graced any fashion modeling magazine, her skin creamy smooth and clear, her large blue eyes, sparkling like a clear mountain creek. The fact that she was only twenty six didn’t hurt either.
Ashley and my Dad, immediately hit it off, much to the chagrin of most of the males at the school. They began dating on a regular basis and it became apparent very quickly, they had fallen in love. My Dad’s true love was football, nothing else ever came close, until Ashley. My Dad started rationing his time prudently, making sure he and Ashley always had their time together. I was happy for him, she was a really nice girl and I could tell, she was nuts about him. They were together every night, either at her place, or at our house. It didn’t matter much to me, I didn’t get home until close to eight o’clock every night, and when I did, I ate quickly, took a shower and went to bed. Ashley was always extremely kind to me, I am guessing because my Dad had spoken about my early childhood. Even though she insisted I call her Ashley or Ash, as my Dad did, she was still Miss Thompson to me. One thing my Dad insisted on was manners. I had to be polite or I faced his consequences, so I learned very quickly to say yes sir, when needed.
It was about this time, that the first of many football injuries came my way. One day during drills, I rolled my ankle over severely requiring me to be in a brace for close to eight weeks. It also would wreck most of my sophomore season, making me miss three quarters of our games. My Dad decided at that point, I would sit out the year and heal properly. Even though, I had a brace on my ankle, I still worked out at the gym religiously, doing what I could protecting my foot. It was at this time I was introduced to HGH (Human Growth Hormone) by my trainer. It was really close to a compound your own body produced in the pituitary gland and athletes were having incredible results after taking it for a very short while. I started on the drug immediately and sure enough, the results were incredible. During my sophomore year, I gained an additional thirty pounds and stood now at six foot five, two hundred and seventy seven pounds. I was now, the biggest player in the locker room, and would definitely be an impact player the following year. People were beginning to ask questions about my training, questions I knew to steer clear of.
One Friday night, near the end of school that year, I arrived home to find my Father and Ashley on the sofa watching TV. I said hello, hurried to the kitchen where my Dad had saved my dinner. I ate quickly, showered and went to bed, I was exhausted. The brace was off of my leg now, I was almost fully recovered. Sometime later that night, I woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. One drawback to steroids, you retained huge amounts of body fluids, you constantly had to go to the bathroom. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, got up and headed to the bathroom, which was right across the hall from my room. I finished and started back for my room, noticing a light was on in the TV room. I figured dad had left the TV on , so I walked that way to turn it off. As I got close to the family room, I heard very faint sounds coming from that direction. I slowed down and peeked in, staying well behind the door frame. My jaw dropped to the floor.
Two
Ashley was lying back on the sofa, my Father had his face buried between her legs. She was wearing a tee shirt, her panties were around her right ankle. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, her hips were moving against his mouth. I stepped back in the hallway, wondering what to do. I knew I should go back to my room, they deserved their privacy, but I couldn’t seem to make my feet move. I leaned in again, peering around the corner. Ashley was now moaning softly, her finger’s running through my Dad’s hair. She was absolutely stunning, her body was impeccable. I had never seen a girl, much less a woman, naked in real life. I could feel my cock stirring in my tight shorts. I reached down pushing it to the side, trying to get a bit of relief.
As my Dad continued to lick her beautiful pussy, Ashley became more and more vocal. Her hips were moving up and down, back and forth pressing into my Dad’s mouth. In a matter of a few seconds, I saw her arch her back and her body shake violently, her face contorted in pure pleasure. I was witnessing my first ever female orgasm, a sight I would not soon forget. I reached down inside my shorts to squeeze my now very erect cock. I stepped back once again, leaning against the wall. I could hear whispering, I wondered if I should race back to my room. I stood there for a few seconds, then began to hear Ashley moaning softly once again. I leaned around the wall and saw that Ashley was now sucking my Dad’s cock, her hand pumping up and down his shaft. My Dad was in heaven, as this beautiful girl sucked and kissed his rigid, purple cock. By now, I had pushed the front of my own shorts down and was slowly stroking my rock hard cock up and down. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer so I had to head back to my room. I gently closed my door, so as not to make a sound, then locked it. I grabbed a towel from the floor, climbing back into my bed. I pushed my shorts down, grabbing my hard cock with my right hand. I closed my eyes and pictured Ashley in the throes of her orgasm as my hand pumped my cock rapidly. It took less then thirty seconds. The first rope of cum shot out of my cock, landing on my chest. Three more quick blasts of sticky hot fluid coated my stomach. I was furiously pumping my cock as wave after wave of pleasure spilled from the end of my penis. My hand was now covered in wet, sticky, hot cum as I continued to stoke myself, enjoying every last moment this orgasm had to offer. When I came to my senses, I was completely covered in my own cum, my cock aching from the force of my orgasm. I grabbed the towel and began to clean my self off, I had made quite the mess. I drifted off to sleep that night with the picture of Ashley’s face burned into my brain. That picture would serve me well on many a hand job in the future, always making me cum in buckets.
Early that next year, my Dad stepped into my room one night, closing the door behind him. I knew this meant I was in for one of his famous, man to man talks. He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking carefully before he spoke.
“Son, I want you to be the first to know. I am going to ask Ashley to marry me.”, he confessed.
“I think that’s great, Dad. I like her a lot.”, I quickly replied.
He went on to tell me that later that year, after the season would be over, they would be married. She would move in here with us, we would all be together. I was happy for my Dad, he had been alone for most of his life. And I really think he loved my mom, long before her family had so brutally beat him down. Now at last, he would be happy.
I continued on my brutal training regiment, once again working out with the team in position drills, then off to the gym later for several hours. I was going to be a junior this season and I was determined to start on the defensive line this year. I was now six foot , six inches tall and weighed almost two hundred seventy five pounds. After three days of positions drills, my strength, speed and size were the talk of the school. Going one on one against our offensive lineman, I dominated every one of them, including the seniors. Word quickly reached the local news station reporter who covered prep sports. He did a two minute segment on me one Thursday night during the sports segment of the news. I was a celebrity the next day at school, everyone slapping my back, making jokes about my nervous comments to the reporter.
As a junior, I was required to take European History, a course that was taught by Ashley. I knew that I was going to be singled out in her class, making sure everyone knew I was not going to get a free ride, just because she was dating my Dad. Thankfully I was able to get a desk in the very back of the class, almost out of her view. I was a very good student, I rarely had to study, I really was just able to remember the things I needed to get by. By now, I was the talk of the school, and as the local newspaper called me, probably the biggest defensive blue chip prospect to come from this state in years. I had never dated any girls from our school, in fact I rarely had time for anything social. But sitting right in front of me, in the same row, was a very pretty red head named Courtney. She was one of the “in-crowd”, the small group of students who seemed to be the center of attention, the ones who ran the school. I had never spoken to her directly, in fact we ran in completely different crowds. As she sat down in the desk in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice her. She had pulled her hair back into a pony tail, off of her neck. She was wearing tight jeans and a tee shirt, showing off her figure. But what I really noticed the most was how good she smelled. She reminded me of baby powder, clean and fresh.
It was difficult to concentrate on class, I found my mind wandering. Soon the bell rang and I was off to practice again.
The season started with a huge game against our cross town rivals Westwood High. They were predominately a passing team, their quarterback a three year starter, now being recruited by several colleges. The game was pivotal, a loss this early, would be devastating to our playoff hopes. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting on this for three years. By the time I took the field for the first time that night, I was oblivious to everything and everyone around me. I had one goal for the night, to make the superstar’s evening a living hell. It took just three plays for me to introduce myself to their elite quarterback. It was third and eleven, a sure passing down. I rushed a straight on bull rush and over powered the left tackle, moving quickly around his left shoulder. As I cleared his body, I had a clean shot at the quarterback as he stepped up in the pocket to throw. He never saw me, he never heard me. I hit him in full stride, wrapping my arms around his back, driving him to the ground. I never saw it but I heard someone screaming the ball was loose. When I got up and looked over my shoulder, we had recovered a fumble. The roar of the crowd was deafening, I was being slapped in the helmet by my teammates.
Four quarters later we had a 21-7 victory, we were off on the right foot. I had a decent game finishing with eight tackles and two sacks, one causing a fumble. The newspaper was very kind to me the next morning, calling me the anchor of a very stellar defense. I stayed at home all that Sunday, soaking my sore, stiff body in the tub. The next morning at school, moral was high after the big win on Friday night.
Even Ashley gave me recognition before class that morning, the class applauding loudly. Courtney turned during the applause and told me what a great game I played, that she enjoyed watching me play. I thanked her and class resumed.
We won our next two games by large margins, the teams were not even in our class. I continued to add up huge numbers in both tackles and sacks, in fact as the papers were saying, it was my defense. We were preparing for our fourth game of the season, when one night at dinner, Ashley addressed me.
“Brian, I am really impressed with your play so far. If you continue to play this well and your grades remain as they are, you will get several good offers for college.”, she stated, “Any idea where you would like to go ?”
“Not really, Miss Thompson, I want to wait and see who offers what.”, I replied.
By now she knew better then to object to me not calling her Ashley or Ash. It had been months now, she was still Miss Thompson to me. She smiled every time I called her by her formal name.
“That makes sense to me. By the way, I know someone else who is quite impressed with you at school. In fact, she kind of hinted that she wishes you would ask her out.”, Ashley stated.
“One of the girls in school told you they wanted me to ask them for a date ?”, I asked, quite puzzled.
“Yep”, she quickly replied, winking at my Dad, “I guess they figure I have some stroke in this family.”
My Dad bust out laughing, calling Ashley an evil female who was looking out for one of her own. She smiled that beautiful smile back at him, the one that could melt an iceberg. He quickly turned to me informing me that I was on my own, and once again laughed out loud.
“So Brian, you interested in a date ?”, she asked smiling.
“It depends on who its with”, I responded.
“Well she is very cute, very smart and I know she likes you.”, Ashley told me, “And she sits very close to you in my class.”
“Courtney ?”, I quickly asked.
“You got it big boy.”, Ashley giggled.
I sat there for a while looking at Ashley, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. From the look on her face she appeared to be very sincere. She went on to tell me, Courtney had confided in her after class one day after everyone had left the room. She had asked Ashley if I was dating anyone. She said several of the girls in school were wondering, as they never saw me out at any of the local hot spots. Ashley told her no, that she had never known me to date anyone, my mind was only on athletics. It was apparent to Ashley that Courtney, or possibly someone Courtney was close to had interests in my social life.
I thought about it most of the week, but my mind as always was on the upcoming game that Friday night. Once again we were playing a local school that was highly regarded, a certain playoff contender. As always, it was another must win game. I was sitting in history class that morning listening to Ashley talk about Napoleon but my mind was miles away, thinking about tonight’s game. Even the short skirt Ashley was wearing had no effect on my concentration, although it was killing most of the other boys in the room. As class ended, I was gathering my books, placing them in my back pack when Courtney turned to me.
“Hey Brian, what are you doing tonight, after the game.”, she asked quietly.
“Nothing, just going home.”, I replied.
“Well, a friend of mine is having a party at her house, um….if you want to….I mean……would you like to come ?”, she stuttered nervously.
“Oh, I don’t know Courtney, I’m not much of a party guy.”, I said quietly.
“Yea, I kind of figured that, it’s ok, no big deal. Just thought I would ask.”, she replied.
She appeared to be somewhat disappointed, as she turned to walk away. I thought quickly, maybe she is asking for herself and not a friend as Ashley had suggested. I reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hey Courtney, you going to the game tonight ?”, I asked.
“Of course, the whole school is going to be there silly.”, she giggled.
“Ok, then. Let’s see what happens, I will find you after the game ok ?”, I asked.
“That would be great.”, she quickly replied.
As we entered the opposing team’s field, we were loudly told by the home crowd we were not welcomed. By this time, I had learned to ignore the crowd, however it was always nicer to play in your house. We started the game well, scoring on our first possession to take a 7-0 lead. We held them defensively for their first three possessions, not allowing a first down. Late in the second quarter, our offense fumbled the ball on our own twenty one yard line. With less them two minutes to play, they were near our goal line. They moved down inside our three yard line, with less then thirty seconds to go in the half. As they came out of the huddle, I thought I recognized this formation from the game films. They usually ran some of a trap play to my side out of this formation. I decided to take an inside move, gambling that the play was designed to go between the guard and the tackle. As the ball was snapped the guard pulled from his gap, allowing me a clean shot at the running back. He saw me hit the hole, and side stepped to my right. I lunged for him, wrapping my arms around his leg as I fell to the grass. Just as I hit the ground, another player was blocked into me, causing me to lose my grip, freeing the runner. He bolted around the corner, scoring easily, tying the game. As I headed to the locker room, I was disgusted with myself, I should have made that tackle.
My Dad gave us his usual halftime pep talk, urging us to give a better effort in the second half. I don’t think I heard a word of it, my mind was still on that missed tackle. Great players make great plays, and I just blew one. I was determined to make up for it in the second half.
The second half started much like the first, mistakes by both sides, squandering opportunities to score. We caught a break on a punt and pinned them deep in their own territory at the nine yard line. Our inside linebacker challenged us in the huddle to step up and turn this game around. We stopped two successive running plays for no gain, they were facing a third and ten. The defensive coach signaled in Twin Switch, Power Left Smash, one of my favorite plays. It basically meant, I would switch from lining up over the left tackle, moving to our left to face their right tackle. The right tackle was usually the slower of the two lineman giving me a really good chance at breaking through. In addition, the outside line backer on my side would blitz inside, making the right tackle choose which of us he wanted to try and block. The play went off perfectly, I came off the ball a half step late as I was taught. The linebacker shot the gap drawing my man’s attention. As he crossed to his left and picked up our backer, I accelerated around the corner. The quarterback never had a chance to look downfield. He covered up just as I slammed into him, shoulder first. I drove him back into the end zone causing him to fumble the ball, deep into the end zone. As I tried to quickly regain my feet, I saw one of our players fall on the ball, scoring a touchdown.
We jumped ahead 14-7 and never relinquished the lead. The game ended 28-7, we were now 4-0 on the year. As players were milling around on the field talking, some giving interviews, I looked for Courtney. I finally saw her up in the front row, in the left hand corner of the stadium. I ran over to her and looked up over the railing.
“Hey Brian. You were awesome tonight. Great hit in the end zone.”, she said.
“Thanks Courtney, it was a good win for us.”, I replied.
“You want to go to the party ?”, she asked.
“Yea, I need to let off some steam. Can you wait till I shower and change ?”, I replied.
“I sure can. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”, she giggled.
I rushed into the locker room, grabbing my things, jumping into the shower. I quickly washed and got dressed, packing my equipment into my bags. I grabbed all my gear and headed to the office. My Dad and the other assistant coaches were milling around, reliving the game.
“Hey Dad. Can I borrow the truck?”, I asked.
“Where you going Brian.”, he replied.
One thing about my Dad. You never got off easy with him. He wanted you to know he was always on top of things. He could give you that thousand yard stare, the one that let you know he was dead serious.
“I guess, I kind of have a date.”, I laughed.
“Oh a date. Well guys, what do you think, has he earned a date tonight ?”, he said, looking at the other coaches.
They all laughed as my Dad threw me his truck keys. He told me Ashley was just outside and he would catch a ride with her. He also told me to think responsibly, that one wrong decision could change my life. I quickly headed out of the door racing to the parking lot. As I came out of the stadium, I saw Ashley was talking to Courtney in the parking lot.
“Hey hotshot, great game. You were awesome as always.”, Ashley grinned, kissing me on the cheek.
“Thanks Miss Thompson. Oh by the way, Dad said he needs a ride home. He gave me the keys to the truck.”, I replied.
“Sure. You kids have a good time. Don’t hurry home handsome, but do be safe and careful, both of you.”, Ashley finished.
We walked over to my Dad’s truck, I threw my gear in the back and drove off. The party was not far from my house, maybe ten blocks at the most. I recognized most of the people from school, although there were a few strangers who I knew did not go to school with us. We followed the crowd out to the back of the house, most were gathered around the large pool area. A few people had gotten into the pool, but most were just sitting or standing around talking. I noticed that a few were drinking, a couple of bottles of whiskey and vodka were on one of the patio tables. I had always been told that alcohol was strictly forbidden, especially for an athlete. We found a couple of chairs near the pool that were empty, we settled in. People were running around the pool, laughing, cutting up, having a great time. Courtney and I talked about various things, pausing every now and then to speak to whomever walked up to us. Mostly everyone was really in a good mood following the win, some were getting in too good of a mood. A small group of five girls and six guys were becoming increasingly rowdy, the liquor taking it’s effect. I looked at my watch, it was almost one in the morning.
“What time do you have to be home, Courtney ?”, I asked.
“No time really, my parents trust me.”, she replied, softly.
Courtney and I had been drinking Coke all night, neither of us said a word about the alcohol. As what usually happens when guys drink, they started arguing loudly. One thing led to another, someone said something they should not have, a fight broke out. One guy immediately got the best of the other and had him pinned down on the ground, punching him repeatedly. It was apparent quickly, the poor guy on the ground was defenseless, this had to be stopped. I looked around and saw a lot of people cheering on the fight, the rest just standing there watching. I decided to step in and stop it.
I rushed over to the two guys, pulling the one on top, off of the other one. I released him and stepped in between him and the guy on the ground. He immediately squared up on me, clenching his fists.
“What the fuck is your problem dude ?”, he asked in an angry tone.
“Nothing. The fight is over, you win. Let it go.”, I replied, very calmly.
“It’s over , when I say it’s over, so fuck off.”, he shot back, stepping towards me.
“It’s over now. Sit down or go home.”, I responded.
He stood there for a few seconds, then I think he realized just how big I was . He mumbled something to me, turned and walked away. I reached down and helped the other guy up, he was a mess. I took him inside, wrapped some ice in a rag, handing it to him. I walked back out and found Courtney.
“I’m ready to go, how about you ?”, I asked.
“Yea me too, I have had enough.”, she said with disgust.
We left quickly and drove to her house. I got out walking her to the door. She told me other then the fight, she had a good time, she hoped I did as well. She leaned up slightly and gave me a very quick, soft kiss on the lips and opened the door, stepping inside. I left, went straight home and got into bed.
Three
We won our next four games easily, our defense dominating all of our opponents. We held all four teams scoreless while creating several turnovers. My dad was beginning to get calls from recruiters, trying to see what college I might be interested in attending. He basically kept all options open, telling them it would be ultimately be my decision, although he would have some guidance in the selection. Courtney and I dated several times over the next few weeks, going to movies, out to eat, parties, things like that. I was beginning to look forward to spending time with her, she was great to be around, she could really make me laugh. She took my mind off of football, at least for a short time, and for that I was grateful. We had made out few times, the kissing becoming somewhat passionate, but it never went beyond that. My Dad always told me to respect a lady at all times, let her tell you when the time is right.
We had our homecoming game next week, followed by the annual dance. I knew Courtney was looking forward to it, she had mentioned it several times. I made plans to meet her at the dance, as most of the players did with their dates. By the time the game ended, we got cleaned up and dressed, it would be after ten o’clock.
The game was a blowout, by halftime we had a 28-0 lead. We scored twice more in the third quarter, extending the lead. Most of the starters were pulled out and the underclassmen given a chance to play. I was kind of disappointed, I was having a great game, I was only three tackles short of a school record. But I understood, everyone wants to play. I sat on the end of the bench quietly watching the rest of the game. As soon as it was over, I raced to the locker room, showered and changed, took off for the dance.
I arrived about twenty minutes later, entered the gym and scanned the crowd for Courtney. I saw her near the back wall talking to several girls near the ladies room. She looked up in my direction, saw me and waved. She rushed over to me, throwing her arms around me.
“Brian, what a game, you were incredible. I only saw the first half though.”, she said, apologizing.
“It’s ok, I got benched in the second half anyway.”, I laughed.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to all of the slow songs. I enjoyed holding Courtney close to me, feeling her warm body against mine. The band took their leave about midnight, thanking everyone for their support. Courtney and I stopped at an after hours diner on the way home and had a burger and fries. Although we were extremely over dressed for the occasion, we had a good time. Around three in the morning, I pulled up in Courtney’s driveway. As I unbuckled the seat belt to get out, she placed her hand on my arm.
“Can we sit out here for a little while ? I’m not ready to go in yet.”, she asked.
“I guess so.”, I replied.
I turned slightly in my seat, putting my back to the door. We started to talk about the game, the dance, things in general. As were talking, I could not help notice but how beautiful Courtney was. She was wearing a short white, spaghetti strapped evening dress that accented her bright red hair. She had full breasts, that stood straight out, almost inviting you to touch them. She had a small waist, small hips and a perfect butt.
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“Why are you way over there ?”, she asked me softly.
“Where should I be ?”, I asked.
“Right here.”, she said, patting the seat right next to her left thigh.
I moved from under the steering wheel and slid over on the seat so that I was right up against her. She put her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me close. My mouth met hers, her lips warm, wet and soft. I felt her hot breathe pass through her lips, warming my face. I pulled her close to me, my lips responding to hers. I felt the tip of her tongue brush my lips several times, causing me to open my mouth slightly. I reached for her tongue with mine, gently brushing the tip of it. We kissed for several minutes, the windows fogging up from our body heat. I felt one of Courtney’s hands slide down my chest and come to rest on my thigh. As I pulled her closer to me, I felt the fingers on her hand began to lightly stroke my thigh.
I had absolutely no experience with women, so I just blindly followed Courtney’s lead. I moved my left hand on top of her right thigh, my fingers falling down the inside of her leg. In response to my hand, I felt her slide hers further up my thigh, almost touching my hardening cock. I began to slide my hand on the inside of Courtney’s silky smooth thigh, very slowly waiting for a reaction. She continued to kiss me passionately, I sensed no hesitation on her part. I began to slowly move my hand along the inside of her thigh moving just to the hem of her skirt again, pausing, in case she objected.
Courtney pulled her lips from mine slowly, her gazed locked into my eyes. I felt her hand cover mine, then slowly push my hand deep between her legs until I felt the sheer, smooth fabric of her panties. With my fingers I reached up finding the waist band, easing my fingers inside. As my hand pushed the sheer fabric down, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. I extended my index finger moving it slowly down her moist lips until I found her opening. She let out a small gasp as my finger entered her, pulling my face to hers once again in a passionate kiss. As I eased my finger slowly inside her very wet pussy, she drove her tongue deep inside my mouth. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, obviously Courtney was enjoying it. I could feel her fluids covering my hand, soaking her panties.
As I continued to work my fingers inside of her, I felt her hands reach up and unbuckle my belt, then the button of my pants. She slowly slid my zipper down, her hand stroking my rock hard cock through my shorts. With one hand she pulled down my shorts, grabbing my cock with the other. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began to slowly pump me up and down, squeezing gently. She pulled her lips from mine and once again our eyes met.
“Here, let me show you what I like.”, she whispered.
She reached between her legs and took my hand in her’s pulling it upwards. She took my index finger in her hand and placed it just inside her vagina pressing it against a small, hard nodule.
“Right there, it feels so good, right there.”, she said softly.
I began to move my finger gently back and forth on her clit, as she leaned forward resting her head on my shoulder. I could sense her breathing had become heavier, somewhat labored. Her hips were moving against my finger, almost urging me to increase my tempo. I began to rub her clit faster, in quick circles, pressing ever so gently against the swollen area. I felt her hand on my neck tense, her fingers digging into my flesh.
“Brian, God damn that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”, she moaned.
Once again I increased both the speed and pressure on her clit, her hips were now arched toward me, her thighs tense and rigid. Suddenly I felt both of her hands dig into my flesh, her entire body became rigid. Her orgasm hit her head on, she was unable to hold back any longer. She moaned hard, her breathe leaving her body in short, violent blasts, her body pressed into mine for support as I felt her thigh’s clamp down around my hand. I’m not sure of how long it took before I felt her body begin to relax, her breathing to become normal. She lifted her head and looked somewhat embarrassed , her face flushed, her forehead damp with perspiration.
“I…uh…..never did that with anyone before….well I mean I have got off by myself before…..but not with anyone else.”, she stammered softly.
My fingers were still inside of her drenched pussy, her thigh’s still clenched tight on my hand, refusing to let go. She pressed her lips to mine once more, her tongue softly licking my lips. Once again, I began to slowly stroke her clit, my finger gently circling it. I felt her hand once again wrap around my cock, her grip tighten on my shaft. She began to pump my swollen shaft up and down in a slow but steady pace. I began to feel my balls tighten up, I knew this feeling well. I pulled my mouth from hers reluctantly.
“Court, you better stop or I am gonna make a mess all over.”, I warned.
She stopped pumping my cock, looking into my eyes, a funny frown covering her face. Then her face changed, almost like a light bulb coming on in a dark room. She opened her legs, releasing my hand, reaching up under her skirt. She lifted herself off of the seat slightly and slid her panties down her legs. She wrapped the soft, cool fabric around my cock, her grip tightening once again. Once again she began to stroke my cock, only faster this time her grip firm just under my swollen head. The feel of her panties was incredible, it took less than twenty seconds for me to lose control. The first jet of cum shot from my cock soaking the sheer white fabric. She frantically pumped my cock as I spewed wave after wave of thick, hot cum into her lingerie. She slowed her pace, gently squeezing what was left of my orgasm from me. When I opened my eyes she was staring at me, a smile on her face.
“I better not let my mom find these.”, she laughed, eyeing her cum soaked panties.

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harry potter 14 Harry’s Victories

Harry fell flat on his back by the impact of something hitting him. “Harry Potter sir Dobby is coming to get you. Dobby thinks he find what you look for.” Dobby held out a wand. Harry stood up and took it from him while stepping into the room and shutting the door. Harry looked at it closely.
It was about ten inches long and a sleek black color. It looked like it was in perfect condition; Harry ran his finger all around it up and down its shaft. Harry looked at the handle and saw there was an R on it. This made Harry jump up with excitement and before running off to Ron and Hermione he told dobby, “I owe you for this one Dobby. If you need anything just ask.”
Harry bolted out of the room, down the corridors, and up many stairs to get to Gryffindor common room, with a couple passages. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were sitting there by the fire and before they could ask where he’s been he grabbed Ginny and told them all to follow him. He led them up to the boys’ dorm because it was empty.
Harry pulled the wand out of his pocket and showed it to them. Hermione grabbed it right away and looked it over the best she could stopping on the R at the base of it. “Wow Harry how’d you find it? Where did you find it?” Hermione asked him while she stroked it. Harry took it out of her hands before saying, “Well I didn’t find it actually, Dobby did. I also don’t want anybody touching this until we can find a way to destroy it.”
Harry went to his chest, pulled out an old pair of socks, and stuck the wand inside. He wrapped it up and placed it at the very bottom of the chest underneath his clothes. Harry made sure that when he locked it he added a few protection charms on it so no one accidentally found it.
They all set out to a wonderful lunch which included roast, chicken, mashed potatoes and an assortment of pies for desert. Harry on the other hand could not eat; neither could Ron, because right after lunch was the last Quidditch match of the year and probably the rest of their lives. They all headed to the field and Hermione bode them good luck before heading to the stands.
Harry, Ron and Ginny entered the tent where the rest of the team was waiting nervously. Harry put on his Quidditch robes and stood in front of his teammates, “For some of us this is the last official match we will be playing. I say we make it a match that no one will forget for years to come.” This got some cheers from his teammates and he continued; “Now I want the best efforts out of all of you. Let’s bring the cup home again for the seventh straight year.”
They all cheered and left the tent ready to go for it. The fifteen people lifted up off the grounds and Harry circled the playing field looking for the snitch, as he would always do. Harry heard Luna commentating on the match, which was as enjoyable as always when she messed up the names. The only names she got right were Harry, Ron and Ginny’s.
Harry heard the score of 70 to 30 Gryffindor was in the lead and Harry was still searching for the snitch. He was searching every inch of the field and could not see it so he circled lower and lower. Harry weaved in and out of players racing from each end of the field to the other and back. Harry flew up behind Ron to look the entire length of the field, which did not help at all.
As he took off to look higher, he was hit smack in the side of the head by a quaffle soaring past Ron. Harry laid flat on his back looking up and heard the whistle indicating a time out. He looked up and saw Ginny standing over him but all he could hear was ringing. Harry sat up and stood for a few seconds before mounting his broom and kicking off again.
Harry circled the field as the whistle was blown to continue playing. The score was now 100 to 70 and Harry knew he needed to find the snitch soon. Harry looked over at the opposing side of the field and noticed something shimmer behind the goal post. Harry took off streaking toward it with the other seeker on his tail. Harry was streaking toward the ground at breaking speeds and lifted himself up just in time with the snitch in hand. Harry looked up and he blacked out.
Harry awoke some time later in the hospital wing. Ginny was sitting beside his bed putting a cool cloth on his head. Harry looked at her but before he said anything, she spoke up. “You ran smack into the wall below the stands where Ravenclaw were sitting and passed out. You pulled out of your plunge a little to close to it.” Ginny told him with a little worry on her face, “The match ended three hours ago and diner is about to start. I’ll go and nip some food for us and come right back.”
As Ginny, left he looked around the room and noticed he was the only one there. Harry lay back down, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Harry awoke some time later to a loud smashing noise. He sat straight up and looked around but the room was still deserted. Harry got out of bed, pulled on his robes, and grabbed his wand out of the pocket. Just then, the door flew open.
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English lesson

A teacher is teaching her class of eight year olds English. She asks her young pupils to use the word ‘fascinate’ in a sentence. The class goes quiet for a moment until little Tommy raises his hand. The teacher hesitates for a moment as Tommy has a reputation for being rude and disruptive. As the rest of the class remains silent, the teacher finally gives in. Tommy stands up and says, “ My aunty’s cardigan has ten buttons, but her tits are so big she can only ‘fasten eight’.”
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