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She looked just as she did online and as I walked toward her, she smiled back at me. Nicole was wearing a white top and a short little skirt, and her smile made me smile.
A girl gets close to her Uncle..
These sort of jokes arn’t my usual style, but a friend seems to think you guys will like them, so anyway, here it is…..
Two more tales from this week . . .
Matt and Sidney looks back at last night’s escapades.
I had just moved to a new area to live with my girlfriend. We’ve been dating several years now, so I have become a part of the entire family. All of my girlfriend’s nieces and nephews had even started calling me “uncle.”
One weekend my soon-to-be-brother and sister-in-law were leaving for the weekend to visit some friends out of town. They were taking their two boys with them, but their daughter had to stay home to help out with a school fundraiser. They didn’t want to leave her home alone for the weekend, and my girlfriend had to go away for a work conference, so they asked if I would stay at the house and watch Liz for them. We got along well, and I wanted to help them out, so of course I agreed.
They left bright and early Saturday morning and I made my way over to the house around noon. I walked in through the unlocked garage, as we always do, and entered the house. I yelled, “Hello, Liz, I’m here” but got no answer. I then noticed music blaring from her bedroom and realized that she had not heard me, so I decided to go announce my presence.
I walked down the hall, knocked on her door and opened it to say hi. As I opened the door, I saw Liz standing in her room wearing only her bra and panties. I stood there shell-shocked. Liz was 15-years-old, about 5’8” with light brown hair and brown eyes. While she wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world, she was nowhere near heavy, either. She had a nice athletic build that I loved with just a little bit of baby fat that reminded you she was still maturing. And as she began turning into a young woman, she was beginning to develop the same large breasts as her mother.
I stood there for a good 30 seconds, unable to move. I just looked her up-and-down in her matching pink underwear set. Finally, Liz opened her mouth and broke my trance saying, “Um, hi, Patrick. I see you are here now. Can I finish getting dressed so I can get to my fundraiser?”
“What? Um, oh yeah,” I stuttered in response. “Go right ahead. Sorry.” I looked her dead in the eye for the first time. Was I mistaken? Did I notice a little smile on her face? And did I see erect nipples through her bra? Was she enjoying this? I turned around, shut her door and left the room. I went into the living room and turned on the TV waiting on her to get ready.
Finally, she emerged from her room in a t-shirt and shorts and said she was ready to go like I hadn’t just walked in on her half-naked. I got up and drove her to her fundraiser, a car wash, and dropped her off.
“Ok, we’ll be done around 5. You should come back a little before that to get your car washed.”
I agreed and drove off to kill some time. As I went back to their house to grab some lunch and watch some TV, I couldn’t get the picture of Liz out of my head. I have seen her a thousand times, but this time had definitely turned me on as I thought of her standing there. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted to wondering what she would look like with those last two pieces of clothing removed … What was I doing? This girl was about to be my niece, how could I think of her that way? But she wasn’t related to me, so what’s the problem? Oh yeah, that she’s only 15 and I’m almost twice her age! But seeing her body had definitely turned me on and I couldn’t get her out of my mind!
Finally, it was time for me to go pick Liz back up. I was both excited to see her again and nervous for what I may think and the way she might react after she had thought more about what had happened earlier. I arrived to the car wash about 15 minutes before it ended to get my car washed. I heard Liz announce to the other girls that this was her soon-to-be-uncle and to make sure to do a good job. The girls all circled the car and began washing various sections of my car. They were all attractive girls and a few of the older ones were even wearing bikini tops. I was surely being tortured! Just then I saw Liz’s face in my windshield smiling at me. She began washing the window and as she reached out to get the middle, she rested her t-shirt against the car. Her shirt was wet now, and sticking to her breasts underneath it. I could make out the outline of the bra I had just seen a few hours ago through the fabric. She finished washing and again smiled at me. Was she enjoying teasing me?
The girls finished the wash and dried my car. I ended up being the last car of the day so, after a brief team meeting, Liz got into my car to head home. After a minute or so she started a conversation.
“Do you think my teammates are pretty, Uncle Patrick?”
Oh, was this a bad and dangerous conversation to have! “Well, yes, I guess they were pretty, though I really didn’t pay much attention,” I said, lying about the last part.
“I wish I were as pretty as some of those girls,” she continued.
I could tell she was a little dejected, so I thought I would help pick her spirits up. “You are a very pretty girl, Liz, and just as attractive as any one of those girls.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked, with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
“Absolutely!” I countered. I find you very attractive!” Oh crap, I probably said too much. I glanced at her to gauge her reaction; she was smiling. We drove home the rest of the way in silence.
We got home and I practically ran to the kitchen to get a beer to calm my nerves. I heard Liz announce that she was going to get a shower. As I left the kitchen to return to the living room, Liz was walking to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped just above her breasts. Again, she flashed a smile at me.
As she turned to enter the bathroom, I saw that the way the towel was positioned on her body, it didn’t fully cover her butt; the bottom of her cheeks were hanging out exposed! I felt my dick begin to harden at the sight. What was this girl trying to do to me?!
I choked on the gulp of beer I had just taken. Shaking my head in disbelief, I returned to the chair in the living room. As I turned on the TV, I noticed that the sound of the water in the shower sounded louder than normal, not at all muffled. I leaned back in the chair and looked down the hall. She had left the bathroom door open all the way. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I got up from my seat and walked down the hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom and looked in. The shower doors were frosted glass and I could see Liz’s silhouette.
Her head was leaned back pushing the excess water from her long hair as she wet the rest of her body. She reached for her body wash and began to soap herself. As her hands washed her breasts, my hand moved to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my shorts to the image in front of me. She continued massaging her small, but growing breasts, obviously enjoying the feeling. She then moved her hands down her stomach and continued to her legs, bending over to slowly wash every inch of her thighs and calves. I have always been a leg man, so I especially enjoyed this part. As she rose back up, she traced her legs and then began to wash her butt. Again, she took her time rubbing her globes before finally moving her hands to wash her vagina. I watched as she lifted one leg onto the edge of the tub and rubbed between her legs. Oh my God! I was watching this 15-year-old masturbate!
Her fingers began a steady rhythm on her clit as she moved her left hand to her breasts again and fondled herself. I could see her hands manipulating her breasts. She caressed them and then rubbed circles around her nipples before pinching them. T was harder to tell exactly how she was playing with her pussy, but it seemed like she rubbed her clit for awhile and then would plunge a finger into her depths.
After a few minutes, she reached for the detachable shower head, removed it, turned it to the steady, single stream setting, and aimed it right at her clit. I heard her begin to moan. Hearing her “oohs” and “aahs” set me over the edge. I hadn’t noticed how worked up I had gotten until I felt myself cum in my shorts! As I finished my orgasm, I heard Liz begin hers. I snapped back to reality and went to her parent’s room where I would be sleeping that night and changed my clothes. I hurried back to the living room and just as I sat back down I heard the water turn off and the shower door open.
“Perfect timing,” I whispered to myself as I took another long drink of my beer.
Liz came out to the living room and was still enjoying teasing me, it seemed. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white tank top, and I could see the blue bra she was wearing underneath it. She also had on very tight black cotton shorts that hugged every inch of skin they touched. But that happened to be very little skin as they just barely covered her butt; these shorts were obviously a year or two old and now too small for her.
She walked over to the DVD player and, bending at the waist only so that her legs were straight and her ass was sticking up in the air, put a movie in the player. She wiggled her hips slightly before standing up.
“I thought we could watch a movie together,” she stated as she left the room and went into the kitchen.
She returned with a glass of pop for herself and another beer for me. She handed me my drink and then did something I wasn’t expecting – she joined me in the oversized chair I was sitting in! I knew I should have told her to move, but I just couldn’t. She was half in the chair and half in my lap. She draped one leg in between mine. The only way to get comfortable in the position was for me to put my left arm around her and she leaned into me. We were pretty much cuddling at this point.
The movie began and she had chosen an old horror movie. Every so often she would shift in the chair to get comfortable. Each time she changed positions her leg would brush against my cock, which would cause it to stir a bit. I was so nervous that I was going to get hard! We continued watching the movie and eventually we got to the obligatory scene where the young boyfriend and girlfriend were making out in their bed, foreshadowing that they were going to have sex. As everyone knows, virgins stay alive in horror movies, young teens that have sex don’t. These two would be goners!
I looked at Liz and she was watching the scene very intently. She even licked her lips a bit. I took the opportunity to look her up and down again. Her legs were extended and spread on either side of my left leg. My head was slightly above her body and I could just barely see down her shirt and looked at the top of her developing cleavage. I definitely desired this girl. What was I thinking? I moved my right hand onto her right thigh and pulled her closer to me with my left hand. She responded by leaning into me and laying her head on my chest. Her outer right thigh was now lying directly on my crotch and my hand was now resting on her inner thigh. Every-so-often I would slightly stroke her thigh. She never flinched or stopped me.
The movie ended and Liz flipped in the chair lying across it so that her back was against one arm rest and her legs were dangling over the other. Her butt was resting firmly on my cock, and she seemed to know it as she moved on top of it several times. It felt so good. I could tell something was on her mind so I asked her what it was.
“Well, did you mean what you said in the car? About finding me attractive?” she asked.
“Of course I did. Why would I lie about that? You are developing into a very attractive young lady.”
“Well then why don’t the boys in my class seem to think that? They won’t even kiss me,” she responded.
“Because they are fools,” came my instinctual retort.
“Well, would you kiss me then?” she asked, with a sultry, yet innocent look in her eye. “I just want to know what its like. All of my friends have had their first kiss. I want mine, too.”
“I really shouldn’t do that, Liz.”
“Please? I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Her eyes were pleading with me. She moved so that she was sitting more upright. I just sat there, again frozen. I knew I shouldn’t kiss this girl, but I wanted to badly. Liz took the initiative and began to slowly move towards me. “I should move. I should stop this” kept running through my mind, but I just sat there, waiting for her. Her eyes closed. Our lips met. I sat there at first, not responding, but then my lips parted and I kissed her back.
We sat there like that for several minutes and continued to kiss softly. My desire for this girl was increasing and my self control had all but disappeared. I reached over with my right hand and cupped her butt cheek. I lifted her slightly and she took my lead and threw her left leg over my lap so that she was straddling me.
We were full-on making out now. I reached down and grabbed her butt in my hands. I squeezed her cheeks and then caressed them all over. She had quite a butt and I was enjoying fondling it. I let my hands slide down to her creamy thighs and stroked them all the way down to her calves and back up, again grabbing at her ass. She was quite a natural kisser and followed my lead very well. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. She was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to do at first, but she opened her mouth to let my invading tongue in. Our tongues intertwined and she caught on quickly.
Finally we broke off the kiss and came up for air. “How did I do?” she asked sincerely.
“Very nice! You’re a quick learner, Liz. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never! I swear!” came her retort. She shifted gears quickly, asking, “Did you like seeing me in my underwear earlier?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“What about in the shower? Did you like watching me masturbate?”
Crap! I didn’t think she knew I had watched her. “Yes,” I again admitted.
“Why did you leave so quickly?” she asked me.
“Because I was so excited watching you that I came in my shorts.”
She smiled in delight that she had caused such an effect. Seeing her braces was a gentle reminder of just how young this girl was.
“Do you want to see me naked?” she asked, pretty confident that she knew the answer.
I had lost all self-control. There was nothing that could happen now that I could say no to.
“Yes, I really want to see you naked,” I responded.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt and nervously pulled it over her head. For the second time of the day I was staring at Liz in her bra. She just looked at me, nervous that I wouldn’t like what I was seeing. To ease her fears, I reached around her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. She pulled it from her body and dropped it to the floor. Her perky little breasts were right in front of my face.
I reached for them and began to fondle her breasts. A gasp escaped her lips as for the first time in her young life, someone else was playing with her tits. She leaned in to kiss me again while I felt her up, this time being more aggressive. We kissed for awhile, but I needed to suck these breasts I was touching so I broke off the kiss again.
I moved my mouth slightly south and, looking up into her eyes as she looked down to watch what I was doing, I took her right breast into my mouth while leaving my right hand on her left breast. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and “Uuuuhhhhh” escaped her lips. I spent my time moving between each breast, alternating between light and powerful sucks. I made light circles around her areolas. I flicked her hardened nipples quickly with the tip of my tongue and finally bit down on her nipples, gently at first, but gradually increased the power. Each new sensation on her breasts brought a new sound of pleasure from the girl and she was now grinding her pelvis into my hard crotch.
I removed her breast from my mouth. “Stand up, I want to see the rest of you,” I told her. She practically jumped up and removed her shorts and then her panties. She had a light mound of hair on her pussy; not yet at the point in her life where she thought to shave, nor needed to. I had her turn around so I could see the butt that had been torturing me all day. Then I stood up and told her to sit back in the chair.
She sat in the chair and I moved her butt to the edge and told her to lay back. I picked up her legs, spread them, and placed them hanging over each arm of the chair as if they were stirrups. Starting at her right ankle, I ran my tongue across the length of her leg, stopping just before her bush. I then started at her left ankle and repeated the process. I then looked up at her face and saw her wanting eyes looking down at me. I moved in and took the first lick of her pussy as I stared into her eyes. They closed immediately and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, yes, that feels so good!” And it tasted so good too!
I began lapping hungrily at her pussy. It had been quite some time since I had gone down on anyone with hair on their pussy and I was finding that I enjoyed it. Her body was gushing fluid and I was licking it as fast as I could. Her sweet nectar tasted wonderful and I couldn’t get enough. I reached up and fondled her breasts while my tongue explored the lips of her pussy. “Oh, uuhhh, huuhhh, oooooohhhh, uh, uh, uh” kept pouring out of Liz’s mouth as fast as liquid poured from her vagina. I reached down and grabbed her ass and slightly spread her cheeks. I let my tongue drop a little lower and placed the middle of my tongue squarely on her asshole and pulled it all the way across her clit. I repeated this three times before placing my tongue right onto her brown hole and licked that exclusively. I always loved eating a girl’s ass, but too many girls thought it was “dirty” and wouldn’t let you do it to them. I was determined to make sure that Liz had no such hang ups and would do anything as long as it felt good.
“Do you like that?” I asked her. “Uh huh” was her only response so I went back to it and rimmed her for a few more minutes. I licked the hole more and it began to open up for me, but I wanted to bring her off so I moved back to her pussy and went to town on her clit. I put my left hand back on her right breast and teased and pinched her nipple. I then inserted my right middle finger into her soaked pussy and fingered her at the same pace that I licked her.
“Oh, oh, oh my, huh, uh, uh, ah, uh, yes, yes, yes, uuuuuhhhhhhh, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!” I had never heard a sexier orgasm in my life and had never tasted a better pussy as she soaked my goatee.
I looked at her as she recovered from her orgasm. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at me again.
“Liz, have you ever seen a penis?” I asked her. She kept smiling and shook her head “no”. “Do you want to see mine?” This time her head nodded “yes”.
I helped her up from the chair and told her to lead me to her bedroom. I was now overcome by lust and had fully accepted the situation and how taboo it was. I was going to take this girl’s virginity and I wanted to do it on her childhood bed. She led me down the hall and I watched her ass sway the whole way there.
We entered the room and it definitely reminded me of her age and turned me on even more. Painted pink and decorated with posters of her favorite bands and teddy bears, I was overcome with desire. I told to sit on the edge of her bed. I stood in front of her and lifted off my shirt. I then pulled my shorts down bending over in front of her. As I stood up and stepped out of my shorts, Liz’s eyes opened wide. My hard cock, the first one she had ever seen, was right in front of her face.
“Touch it, Liz.” She tentatively reached her hand out and put her finger tips on the head of my cock. She then ran her small fingers under the shaft and finally gripped it. She gave me a few gentle tugs and then looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you, um, want me … to … um … put it … in … my mouth?”
I nearly blasted my load in her face the second she finished the question, but luckily held out. Oh, yes, I wanted this girl to suck my dick! But not right now. It would take time to properly train her to give a blowjob and I wanted something else more.
“Not right now. Soon, definitely, but I want to do something else right now. Why don’t you lie down and spread your legs?”
She did as I asked and I climbed into her twin sized bed with her. I positioned myself in between her legs and supported my weight on my hands and knees. I leaned down and kissed her again. When we stopped the kiss, she looked at me with a devilish grin and asked, “Patrick, how old am I?”
“Um, 15,” I answered. Was she having doubts?
“And what do you want to do to this 15-year-old girl that is soon to be your niece?
“I want to fuck this sexy 15-year-old girl that is soon to be my niece,” I said.
“OK, I just wanted to hear you say it out loud and make sure you knew what you were about to do.” She smiled again. Evidently I wasn’t the only one getting excited by how taboo this act was!
“Liz,” I asked, “do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please fuck me, Uncle Patrick!”
I lined my prick up with her pussy and rubbed my head in her lips to lubricate it a little. “This might hurt a little, Liz. Let me know if you want me to stop or slow down.” She just shook her head “ok” and stared down at my penis that was about to penetrate her for the first time. I looked at her face and wanted to see the expression she made as I entered her.
I pushed forward and felt the head of my cock enter her. Her face contorted. “Ungh.” I asked if she was ok and if I should continue. “Uh huh.” I pulled back slightly and pushed forward again. Half my cock was in her. ”Uh.” I pulled back out and again moved my hips forward, thus time burying my cock deep inside of her teenage pussy. My pelvis was pressed against hers. “Oh, yes.”
I began pumping into her. I was taking my time, letting her get used to the size of the member inside of her. I leaned and put my weight on my right forearm as I continued thrusting into her. I leaned and kissed her briefly and then began to kiss and suck on her neck and collarbone while I fondled her right breast with my left hand. I pinched her nipple and she moaned her approval. She obviously enjoyed a little pain in her nipples so I twisted it slightly. She moaned again. I loved it!
I kept humping her and her soaking pussy kept me sliding easily. In and out. In and out.
“Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. It feels so good. Fuck me more!” she was screaming. I was loving it. She was tight and wet and too young and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck, your 15-year-old pussy feels so good on my cock, Liz. Oh, yes, I love fucking your teenage pussy!” I got even harder every time one of us said how old she was or that we would soon be related.
I reached over and grabbed her right leg and put it over my shoulder. I started pounding into her harder and faster. The sound of my pelvis and balls slapping into her echoed throughout the room; probably the entire house.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” came the sound of her getting fucked. “Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. Fuck me! Fuck my teenage pussy!” This normally shy and reserved girl was definitely coming out of her shell in the bedroom.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed hard as I fucked her. She was moving her hands all over my arms, back, butt and legs, fully exploring a man’s body for the first time. I kept pistoning in and out of her. I slid my middle finger into the crack of her ass and began rubbing circles around her hole. “Ooohhhh” was her response.
“Want to do something that will make Uncle Patrick feel really good, Liz?” I asked.
“Uh huh” was all the response she could manage.
“Then rub me like I am rubbing you right now.”
I felt her hand move down my ass and a finger slid into my crack and found my hole. She began rubbing circles around my puckered hole. I was in heaven fucking this girl.
I kept fucking her. As I did, I used her pussy juices that were dripping into her ass crack as a lube and poked my finger into her ass a little bit. She followed suit using sweat as lube for me. I felt her finger insert into me down to her first knuckle. We both kept filling each other’s holes. I was slamming into her even harder. I was approaching my orgasm quickly.
“Fuck, yes, Liz, I’m going to cum. Fuck yes. Oh yes.”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me, uh uh, uuuuhhhhh.” Liz had her second orgasm of the session, third of the day. I knew I should pull out, hell, I should have been wearing a condom the whole time, but I just had to cum inside this tight, young pussy. I couldn’t get myself to pull out of her. I pushed my finger as deep into Liz’s ass as I could. Not being able to reach any farther to penetrate my ass any deeper, I felt Liz poking me with a second finger that broke through. The extra penetration coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock as her orgasm subsided was too much for me.
“Are you ready to feel your first load of cum shoot into your pussy?” I asked her.
“Fill up my 15-year-old pussy, Uncle Patrick!” she yelled back.
She really knew how to get to me! I gave a couple of last thrusts and then pushed myself deep inside of her and exploded. My first shot might have been the biggest one I have ever had. I shot 5 ropes of cum inside the teenager before just leaving it inside of her to finish dripping empty. I collapsed on top of her and gave her a deep kiss before finally withdrawing my flaccid penis and lying next to her.
“What did you think of losing your virginity?” I asked.
“When can we do it again?” she countered.
“In the morning. It’s late now, let’s get some sleep.”
I looked down and saw my semen slowly leaking out of her used teen pussy and fell asleep.
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You can’t replace a dear lost mate, but you can find another love.
Amy and I flash then fuck on side of the road as trucks enjoy
I could tell that Greta wasn’t happy, even though she really didn’t say anything. Dad and I both ate two big, heaping-helpings of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and he also gave me my first full cup of coffee, rather than letting me have little sips of his. After Dad had sent Greta downstairs to clean-up, he said to me, “Maybe you should let your girl rest for the afternoon. Now, remember, they’re yours and you can do whatever you want, but after all you’ve done to her last night and this morning, I’ll bet that girl’s got one sore, little pussy. Besides, I’ll bet you’re itching to have some real fun with your boy.” As we were walking downstairs, Dad asked me if I wanted him to stay with me and Joe, but added, “I gave him a good talking-to this morning before you woke-up, and I don’t think he’ll be any trouble. Just make sure that you don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how, but you can never back-down. And if it comes right down to it, call me. I’ll bet that just the threat of calling me will make him break.” I told Dad that I would like to try being alone with my boy, but asked, just to make sure, if pressing zero-zero-zero into the keypad would still bring him. He chuckled and said it would, “I’ll be right in the next room, I’ve been trying for two months to get Tina pregnant and I’m sure another couple loads up her cunt can’t hurt the effort.”
Greta was just leaving Joe’s room when Dad and I got there. The housekeeper gave Dad an evil look, but Dad calmly said, “Thank you, Greta, you can see to the girl now.” Then, with a wink that I saw, but the housekeeper didn’t, he added, “And make sure that you clean-up the piss all over the floor. We don’t need it to start stinking down here.” The door closed behind me and clicked. Joe was laying on the bed with his back to me. I could see his butthole, the hole I’d fucked the night before, and I also noticed that his butt-cheeks seemed quite red. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was there or not, but then he looked up at me. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his eyes were still quite puffy.
“Hi,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Hi,” he responded, and then rolled a bit, so that his bottom was pointing away from me. But now, I could see his shriveled little dick. Like I said, Joe seemed to have a bit more pubic hair than me, which I thought was a bit strange, seeing as I was a year older than he was. But, my dick was bigger, even soft. Although, after seeing his dick hard the night before, I knew that mine was still bigger. Although Joe’s dick was bigger than the only one I’d ever actually touched before, Billy’s. And after sucking on Billy’s little dick a couple times, I was wondering what it would be like to suck on something bigger. Actually, if I’m being completely honest here, I really wanted a taste of my dad’s huge cock. Although, if I had to settle with sucking on Joe’s, well, so be it. But, before I was able to work-up the nerve to tell my boy what I wanted, he blurted-out, “Are you going to hurt me again?”
I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts flew back to the last thing I remembered before falling asleep the night before. Marie, Joe’s twin-sister, saying to me, “I love you, Adam. Even when it hurts.” My dick throbbed. I’d felt bad about hurting Marie. But it felt so good… And when I knew that I was hurting Joe, well, I think it turned me on even more to hear his screams, as I forcefully sodomized him the night before. And the first thing to pop into my head, I said; “Suck my dick.”
Joe’s eyes went wide and he looked at me a moment, then my boy crawled over to me and, opening his mouth, he did. It felt good. Better than when Billy had done it. And I remembered something my father had said to me the night before, “…but you’ll surely figure it out here in a few months, getting sucked isn’t the same as fucking.” So, while I thought about it a moment, I felt my boy’s mouth on my dick. But just thinking about fucking him again and feeling his hot, wet, slurping mouth, I was starting to get close. I grabbed Joe by the head, wrapping my fingers in his hair like Dad had done, and started to fuck his mouth. I thought about Dad, earlier, when he’d stuck his dick deep inside Joe’s mouth and pissed right down his throat. So, that’s where I put my dick. I felt him cough or gag, but I held him firm. I could feel his tongue and lower-lip along the bottom of my dick and even on my balls. His teeth scratched the top of my dick a bit, but I remember thinking that it couldn’t hurt as much as having a dick shoved down your throat. But topping it all off, was the way the head of my dick was being squashed, over and over. It felt unbelievable. And the longer I left it in there, the better it felt. So much better. Then Joe started to hit me. His face was tight against my belly, my dick as deep as I could get it down his throat, and suddenly, his fists started pounding my hips and lower abdomen.
The second I remembered the night before, my dad telling me that he’d pulled Joe off my dick just before he passed-out, I pulled my dick out of my boy’s throat. He sucked-in a deep breath and tried to pull away from me. But I was so close to shooting my load, there wasn’t any way I was going to let that hot, wet mouth move away. I tightened my fists in his hair, his fists still hitting me, though not so hard now that he’d gotten a breath. When he started to take his second breath, I started to put my dick back into his mouth. Just before I got it there, he slammed his mouth shut and, with my dickhead pressing at his lips, he finished inhaling through his nose.
“Open it,” I said; wanting to feel the intensity of his constricting throat again and feeling the extreme urge to come. His head didn’t move much, but I could feel him shaking it back and forth. “Open up!” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. In the back of my head I heard my father telling me, “…don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something, and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how you make him, but you can never back-down…. Don’t show him any mercy… If you show him any weakness, he’ll never learn.” And while I didn’t understand it in the same terms that I do today, I’d just gotten into my first power-struggle with my new boy. I couldn’t back down, yet, I didn’t know how to make him do it. I stood there a bit, getting madder and madder, wishing Joe would just open his mouth. I even thought to myself, ‘just open, and I won’t stick it in so deep,’ but I stopped myself from actually saying it. I was pushing my dick at his lips, sometimes bouncing it off his nose, or cheek, and even a couple times, I poked him in the eye with it. He was panting through his nose and occasionally making a closed-mouth coughing sound. There were tears were streaming from his clenched-eyes. I hated to see him like this. “Suck it, Bitch! Suck it now!” I didn’t have to try and make my voice sound mean, I was so mad I didn’t have to. His head shook again. Now I was getting pissed-off. But I still wasn’t sure what to do. He was hitting me a bit harder again, but I didn’t let-go of his head. In fact, the harder he hit me, the more I tightened my fists and pulled his hair.
I was just about to snap. I was full of anger and lust, frustration and desire. It was only a second after I felt the first pops of hairs being pulled from his scalp. I guess I squeezed my fists just a little too tight, although I got what I wanted. I’d just pulled my dick back from his face (or, maybe I pulled his face away from my dick), when I felt his hair coming out in my fingers. Only then did Joe finally open his mouth. The cry he let-out lasted only a fraction of a second before my dick was deep in his mouth again, pressing against the back of his throat. I pushed my hips and pulled his head and I was once again getting my dickhead massaged by my boy’s throat. I didn’t realize how close I was. I started to shoot. He started to struggle, which made it feel even better and I had another pissing-orgasm, my cum spraying right down Joe’s throat. Just like my father’s piss had earlier. He’d stopped hitting me and his hands were clenched on my thighs, digging into my flesh, which did hurt, although for some reason I think it made me come even harder. And when he really started to thrash, I finally pulled my dick from his mouth, but didn’t release his head, keeping him right in front of me. The moment my dick was out of his mouth he let-out a huge cough, pelting my torso with a big, gooey wad of his saliva and my cum. His second cough covered my dick and plastered the slight amount of pubic-hair I had at the time. I let him take a couple breaths, and then tilted his head so that I could look into his face. Seeing him there, on his knees before me, his face covered in a gooey mixture, primarily consisting of my cum, tears flowing from his puffy, though still beautiful blue eyes, I felt like I wanted to lean down and kiss him.
That’s when I saw that Joe’s dick was hard and at first, I wasn’t quite sure why I thought it was odd. Then, realizing what I’d just done to the boy, for all intents and purposes I’d just raped his mouth; I couldn’t believe that he was hard. I remember wondering if I’d get hard from having a dick force-fed to me. But, before I had much time to think about it, I was nearly scared out of my skin by my dad’s voice.
“Adam, I am so proud of you, son.”
I turned and my father was standing there, a huge grin on his face and he was still naked and still hard. Somehow he’d gotten into the room and closed the door behind him, and I never knew he was there. I felt Joe’s body jerk too, when Dad first spoke, then he started to shiver and sink-down. I loosened my fists, releasing his hair, and my boy crumbled to a sobbing, coughing heap at my feet.
“You made your boy do what you wanted. You didn’t back down. And you didn’t show that little bitch any mercy. Way to go, Adam.”
I think I mumbled something like, “Uh, thanks, Dad.”
“So now, son,” Dad said, as the grin left his face and he looked down at the crying boy at my feet, “your boy needs to be punished.”
I looked down at Joe. By the way his body was trembling; I could tell that he was crying even harder. I did feel bad for him. If he’d only done what I told him. When I’d punished him the night before, Dad held him down and I fucked him. My dick was still mostly hard, even after shooting my load down Joe’s throat, but the thought of fucking my boy’s butt again got me fully hard in seconds. “Should I fuck him again, Dad?”
“If that’s how you want to punish him. Or, you could spank him, like I did this morning. Or you could use a belt, or a whip to give him a few good lashes.” Dad went on for a bit, giving me all sorts of ideas for punishing my boy. Close-pins pinched all over his body. Dripping hot candle-wax on him. Tying him down and poking him with a hot curling-iron. “And this one time, I had this boy who seemed impossible to break, I tried everything I could think of, but I think he liked it all. Sometimes, I’d be beating his ass raw, and he’d get a big ol’ boner. So one day, I chained him down, and shoved my whole hand up his ass. My god, you’d have thought that I was killing the boy. He howled like crazy. But he only disobeyed me two more times, and both times he got my fist in his ass again.”
I could actually hear Joe’s sobs now. He was quaking at my feet and I could feel my toes being encompassed by the slowly expanding puddle of his tears. That was the moment when it really sank-in. I realized the situation for what it really was. The weeping boy at my feet was mine. Mine. My pet. And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that. I mean, I knew that it wasn’t right. But… Well, Joe and his twin, Marie were my birthday presents… Presents from my dad… And he had a girl of his own, several maybe, and boys too… And I was a man now. I’d fucked my boy once, and I wanted to do it again.
“I want to fuck him, Dad,” I said, looking up at him, from the quivering heap at my feet.
“Don’t tell me, son, do it. Tell your pet what you want him to do,”
I looked down and Joe was shaking ever harder, his sobs slowly getting louder. And very softly, under the sobs could hear his chants of, “…no, no, no, no…”
I remember feeling myself start to shake, and suddenly feeling cold. I closed my eyes and stretched, my head back and arms out, as I took a deep breath. I relaxed and exhaled, my chin falling to my chest, my arms to my side. I opened my eyes and realized that my dick had gone halfway soft. But I’d worked up my nerve and I wasn’t going to stop now.
“Joe,” I said, not mean, but I wasn’t nice about it either, “I want you to get up and bend over that bed and I’m going to fuck you.” I gave it just a second, before giving my boy his second choice, “otherwise I’m going to have my dad help me tie you down to that bed, and I’m going to stick my whole hand up your butt.” His body quaked and I heard one, “No!” over his sobs. But he started to move. He moved slowly, but it wasn’t far to the bed and by the time he got there, my dick was rock-hard again. And when he got there, he just stopped moving again, other than the quivering.
“Now get up and lay down, so that your butt’s hanging off the edge,” I said, trying to put a little force to my voice. In the all-male porno-magazine Dad had given me, there was a scene, maybe a dozen photos, of a particular couple. One guy was young and dark, much like Joe, I realized. The other guy was bigger, a bit older, and blond, like me. And, among other things, the big blond guy fucked the dark-haired kid, bent over a bed like that. And that was how I wanted to fuck my boy. I was surprised when he pulled himself and laid his upper-body on the bed.
I’m sure I had a goofy look on my face when I looked back to my dad. He smiled and then beaconed to me. When I got to him, he whispered in my ear, “Tell him to stay, not to move a muscle,” then he turned and started entering his code into the keypad. I said, “Joe, don’t move, stay right where you are, we’ll be right back.” Dad opened the door and took me out into the hallway, then closed the door behind us. “Adam,” dad said and I was struck-odd that there I was, in a secret tunnel talking to my dad, and we were both naked. “This morning, I had a little talk with your boy, in there. And I also spanked his little ass good and hard.” I remembered noticing how red his butt-cheeks were earlier. “And I told him that if he didn’t do exactly as you said that you would beat him even worse. So, at the least, I need you to go in there and spank him until your own hand hurts, or, if you look in the top drawer of the bureau, you’ll find some paddles and things that you could use.” I don’t know what my father saw in my face, but when he continued his voice was a bit softer and I could tell that he was serious about making me understand. “That boy in there belongs to you Adam. And you have to be the one to break him. I’ll do what I can, but from now on, it’s all up to you. I shouldn’t have put him over my knee this morning and from now on, I won’t touch him without your permission.” Dad’s last phrase echoed in my mind. “He’s yours now, they’re both yours. She’s gonna be easy for you to…”
Now, I knew my father’s mind was drifting. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Then he looked up and down the corridor, like he was looking for someone to walk by. Now, seeing as we were standing there naked and considering everything that had happened down in the tunnel, I was becoming a little frightened…..
This is the last chapter I’ve written in this series, though I have big plans for it, including a trip to the ‘cabin’ up-north, with the pets of course, so Adam can meet the rest of the clan. I’ll try to get writing as soon as I can. I’m also planning on posting a few more stories I’ve already written, so keep your eye out.
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I walked into the house after a boring day at school. Daddy wasn’t home yet because he works late so I relaxed on the couch. It was so hot that I had to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I also pulled my long black hair up into a ponytail. After an hour, Daddy pulled up to the house and came in. He looked exhausted. It was 5pm and he had been at work since 6am. He works at a law firm and is currently working on a very difficult case. That usually keeps him at the office all day. I go over to hug him and return to the couch. He joins me after putting away his coat and briefcase. He leans back against the couch with his eyes closed. I can’t help but scan over his body.
It’s embarrassing, and probably inappropriate, but I’ve been attracted to my daddy for over a year now. I’m 17 now. He’s only 36 having had me when he was just a kid himself. My mother, or Tina as I call her, figured having a kid wasn’t important enough to stick around. She’d rather get wasted and trip on anything she could get her hands on. I haven’t seen her since I was about 3. I don’t really remember her. Daddy still keeps pictures of her though. He was heartbroken for some reason. ‘You’ll never get over your first love’ is what he always says. I see the way he looks at me sometimes. He has this sad look in his eyes. Compared to the pictures I have seen, I do look a lot like her. We both have long, wavy black hair and hazel eyes. Our noses are the same as well as our creamy white skin tone.
Daddy is slightly taller than me. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He’s got a slight tan from being pure Italian. His chest is very well toned. And he has the sweetest and sexiest smile. I can’t help but daydream about having his strong arms wrap around me like a lover and not like a father. His voice snaps me out of my dream.
“How was your day Sweetheart?” He looks over at me and smiles. My heart melts at this. I love it when he calls me ‘sweetheart’ or ‘baby girl’. I smile back at him.
“It was okay. How was work Daddy?” He sighs and shakes his head, saying something about how the client he has keeps changing his story around. He’s afraid he might lose this case. “Don’t worry Daddy. You’re amazing. I know you can win.” He smiles at that and strokes my cheek.
“Thank you Sweetheart. You always know how to make me feel better. Now what would you like for dinner?” He gets up and heads to the kitchen. I follow his lead. We both look around in the cabinets and can’t find anything we are in the mood for. We end up ordering pizza.
“Daddy, can we start a movie before the pizza gets here?” I ask him hopefully. I love watching movies with him because we get to cuddle on the couch together, especially if it’s a scary movie. He tells me to go pick out a movie and meet him in the living room. I head upstairs to my room to grab a movie and change. I put on one of the old t-shirts Daddy let me have from when he was in college. It’s long enough that I can just wear a pair of underwear underneath. I grab ‘Saw’ and head downstairs. Daddy is already on the couch. I pop the movie in and sit down next to him. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer.
“I won’t be woken up in the middle of the night to you crawling in bed with me will I?” Daddy says laughing. ‘I wish I could crawl into bed with him every night’ I blush as I imagine that.
“No Daddy, I’m a big girl now.” I say giggling. He kisses my forehead and looks back to the screen as the movie starts. I snuggle closer to him as the movie continues but have to move when the doorbell rings. I answer the door and get the pizza from the delivery guy. I go into the kitchen to get plates for us. When I sit back down, Daddy starts the movie again. We eat in silence and go back to cuddling until the movie is over. By that time, I am half asleep with my head in Daddy’s lap. I feel Daddy nudge my arm to wake me. I want to stay like this for a little longer so I pretend to be asleep. He waits for a minute and then I feel his hand start to stroke my hair. I sigh happily and enjoy it. Then his other hand moves down over my shoulder.
“Amy, sweetie, are you awake?” He whispers. I say nothing and a few seconds later his hand moves down farther. Then it stops, like he’s thinking. Slowly his hand slides over the curve of my side and rests on my hip. I stop breathing momentarily. What is he doing and why? I’m so nervous but I don’t want him to stop. His hand rubs up and down my hip a few times before it starts to slide over my thigh. Unfortunately, he stops and clears his throat. “Sweetheart, you need to wake up. It’s getting late.” I pretend to wake up and get off his lap. For a second I thought I felt something against my cheek while he was rubbing my hip. But I ignored it. I lean over and kiss his cheek, saying goodnight. He says goodnight and I head upstairs to my room.
I lay on my bed smiling to myself. I can’t believe he was touching me like that. What could have brought that on? Maybe he feels the same way that I feel. The only problem is finding out if he does. I can’t just go up to him and ask. I laid there for a while thinking of ways to bring it up. Finally I decided on something. I would just pretend like I was scared after all and sneak into his room. I waited until I knew he would be at least half asleep before I got up. I figured I would take off my underwear and bra. Yes, I am an optimist. I head over to his room and open the door quietly.
“Daddy, are you up?” I whisper into the darkness. I hear him move slightly. So I ask again. This time he sits up and looks around confused.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” He mumbles sleepily. I walk over to his side of the bed.
“Daddy, you were right, I am scared. Can I please sleep in your bed tonight?” I ask innocently. He thinks it over for a second and nods. Then he rolls back over to sleep. I smile and crawl over him to the other side and slip under the covers. I move close to him and press my back against his chest. He loosely wraps his arm over my side and holds me. Usually this would be normal. But I feel something pressing against my lower back this time. I gasp realizing what it is. But I feel my heart race at the same time. I slowly and quietly roll over to face him. Making sure he is once again asleep, I slip my hand under the blanket and down his body. I stop when I feel something bulging from his boxers.
Biting my lip nervously, I wrap my hand around the outside of his throbbing cock. It feels huge and hard. It twitches in my grip and I look up at him. He is still asleep but I hear a quiet moan escape his lips when I slide my hand up and down a few times. I become bolder and pull his cock through the hole in his boxers. When I grip it this time he flinches slightly. I pause for a second and then go back to slowly stroking him. I am in shock that I am doing this right now. Scared that he might wake up, I put his boxers back into place and begin to roll over. Daddy’s arm wraps around me and he pulls me back. I look up at him and he’s awake. He whispers in my ear:
“Why did you stop baby girl? That felt so good.”
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The Book
By Blueheatt
___I planned to take a nap in my recliner. I got comfortable and closed my eyes….off to dreamland….
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…..I noticed a blindfold being place on me…I smiled as I knew that my step-daughter was up to her old tricks…..all of a sudden rope went around the chair….I couldn’t move. Tape went over my mouth… Headphones went on, my feet were next. I couldn’t hear or say a thing. Next thing I realize is the recliner is being put is the horizontal position. I feel a girl with her hand on my face, the tape is lifted… she is tongue kissing me….mmm…then from the other side a second girl is tongue kissing me and someone is undoing my pants.
They are pulling them down….they are playing with my dick…oooo…I know that feeling…I feel the tongues of two girls being super nice to me….my dick is growing bigger by the second.
They are going to mount me, first is the slimmer of the two….oooo….tight but snug as she drops down on me…. She leans over and rest her head on my chest. I feel her breath on my neck…she moans I feel the vibration and hands on my shoulders…she kisses me out of breath….I’m out of breath…she licks my lips…she speeds up her hips…up comes her breathing.
Her hands go around my neck….she huffing and puffing and I can hear some muffled moaning. She is bouncing on me….next thing I know she is squeezing my dick real hard and moving all over me….then she stiffens up and shakes……I feel her relax……she tongue kissed me for a long time…..
__She slowly climbs off of me and the other one climb on….she unbuttons my shirt…I feel two little tits rubbing across my front and a pair of nylon panties rub across my dick….then off came the panties and my dick started to enter her vagina. She let a little at a time ease in her vagina….ohhhhh…that felt good. She bounced up and down and leaned over and kissed me…..
She moaned and sped up….she was hot. Soon she shook and tightened up and squeezed the cum out of me…“ohhhhhh….ohhhhhh Yesssss“….I could yell in her mouth…mmmm…she just kept kissing me…I was sure who the girls were and they’re breath was labored. They just kept on feeling me and one of them started sucking my dick….then two…then they turned around and stuck there pussy’s in my face. The one put her clit right on my tongue…mmmm…and started humping and moaning. The other one took my dick all the way down…and made some humming noise…. I couldn’t take any more and my cum came up and overflowed into their mouths……..I was sweating and jerking as I came and came in there mouths….ohhhhh…it was beautiful…they finished licking me…… and it was quiet….
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We closed the dairy……we were breathing hard, we snuck the book back in the hiding place and went back to bed. Whew…the book really did it this time.
…. I’m Carol and she’s Lisa. We found the book by accident. It has pictures of vaginas, dicks, and people doing it….all hand drawn. Then it has stories…..we like the stories. We first saw the pictures and they made us hot….whew…(we had to play with ourselves.)
….We were under the covers when Lisa turned around…she put her pussy up next to my face. It was my first time to see a vagina close. I was curious as to what they looked like. She lift
ted one leg and I got real close….I had the urge to lick it when she licked mine….ooooo….
…I got chills…I started to lick her clit and she pushed it right into my tongue. Mmmm…that was a thrill beyond words so I kept it up. We loved doing this …I felt her tits and she felt mine….soon she started breathing heavy as I felt her butt cheeks. She started holding my hair and pushing as my tongue went in deep. I was melting with the buzz I was getting….wow. I felt her finger go into my vagina so I did the same. Going in and out was heaven she moaned and I gasp….I got a rythum going between my finger and my tongue with she moaned too. I started to push my vagina with the motion….this was the best way I found to get to get higher…. I speeded up and she moaned louder…she and I moaned together until she cryed out…”Ohhhh!”…and she squirmed…..oooo…I was right with her ..”OOOhhhh”…I had never had a climax before…we both shook for 5 minutes…out of breath……
…..then peace….we turned…. and held each other and ran our fingers thru each others hair….we hesitated and soon we started a little kissing on the side of the face as we ran our hands over our tits….our fingers caressed our vaginas. She opened up her legs as I tongue kissed her…I grabbed her and felt her hair while pressing my lips more…’oh Lisa’ ….I gasping for breath…’I like this’…(rub your vagina against mine). She tongue kissed me with passion and pushed her vagina up against mine….oooo…that felt so hot. ’I never realized what thrill it brings’…she said.
….That was our first adventure into the “Book”.
The next time we got chance to get out the book, she begged me to go get it….I gladly got it and turned to the next story…..we thought that it was my dads book….wrong….it turned out to be my mom’s book. In the back it was ‘if found-return to’, and my mom’s name. This puts a whole new light on things. My mom was raised by my aunt.
… The story deals with her aunt….
We don’t know a lot about her but she loved her….
Dear Diary:
….I remember one night when I was awakened by moaning and talking and more moaning. I got up quietly and my aunt had left the door open just a crack and she was making the noise…..she was in a scissor position with another lady, and they were rubbing their vagina’s together….oh my….they were play fighting. My aunt pulled her hair and they pushed and pulled…… they smiled as they were doing it. The other lady held her down and kissed her boobs. It was hot there. They got in a kissing match and both were out of breath. Soon one of them pull out a double headed dildo. My aunt and her started putting it in her pussy. She held down the other lady’s arms and teased her pussy. She fought it and finally put she put her vagina…. way up it the air.
My aunt grabbed her butt cheeks and started kissing her vagina….the lady moaned and moaned. The dildo was sticking out of her pussy and next she put it in the lady’s vagina.
Now they started fucking….slow a first…. ….moaning, kissing, feeling and bouncing violently…..the lady feeling all around aunt’s body…..then suddenly squeezed her and shook…I couldn’t hear what they said …but the moaning continued for 5 more minutes…..I went back to bed all horny and dazed…
..I had an itch in my vagina and it wouldn’t go away….the same itch I had when I got real excited. I rubbed my vagina to relieve the itch and….. ohhhhh that felt good….I kept it up getting closer to the entrance, the excitement was building more as I open up my legs……
We had to stop……. I had to get my breath and Lisa had her head in my lap gasping for air….she pull me down and lifted my nightie….I put the book down and lifted her night gown. There was the real thing staring us in the face….side by side we begin kissing our vaginas …..her tongue was long and she sucked my clit till I almost cried out…..we held each others butts and massaged our tits….this was the hottest we had ever been.
…We moaned and licked till our clits pushed into our tongues and…. then…..they started to shake….we grabbed a hold where we could and worked out hips as fast as we could till we couldn’t hold it back….”Ohhhh my god” she said….I felt her pussy came to life and move like it never did before….she held my butt so tight I saw colors….as she moved her hips back and forth….I licked as deep as I could, over & over…
….we just had a dual climax….we kissed our vaginas to the point of euphoria…we kissed little kisses till we entered dreamland….
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We put the book back…to be read another day…
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Harry and the Black sisters are in Harry’s room, going over the sixth year spells, with the sisters still casting surreptitious glances at the /Sex Alicia/.
There’s a knock on the door and Tonks announces her presence.
When the pink haired Auror enters the room, she is once more subjected to three Finite’s.
“Wotcher crew.”
Harry looks at his watch, “Morning Tonks. So what brings you by so early? It’s only nine and we aren’t set to leave until closer to noon.”
Tonks’ shuffles her feet a little as she gives Harry a rather peculiar look, “I know, Harry, but I wanted to talk to you and I figured this would be the best time. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all, Bella dear, please go and bring up some tea.”
Bella, wearing jeans and a shirt leaves.
Tonks swallows hard as she looks at Harry for another moment, “Harry, I need a small favor from you.”
Harry nods his head, “What do you need Tonks?”
“Harry, I need to say something and I need you to let me say it without any interruptions and then think about it before you respond.”
His curiosity piqued, Harry nods his head.
Tonks takes a long, steadying breath. “Ok Harry, what you said during the last Order meeting got me thinking. You were completely correct, you have more experience fighting You-Know-Who directly than anyone currently alive, Dumbledore included. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that you are the only person who can finish him off for good. That being said, I know you’ve already cast the servus secus spell once, and I want you to use it on me.” Tonks is blushing profusely and looking anywhere but at Harry.
The young man’s mind is in an extreme state of upheaval. He ruthlessly squashes his first inclination to yell at the poor woman in front of him, trying desperately to buy time; Harry manages to say, “Why?”
The relief on Tonks face is indescribable, “Harry, have you ever stopped to consider why exactly I choose to become an Auror? The Black family isn’t exactly replete with upstanding members of the community. In fact, most of the family I stand a better chance of arresting than getting accolades from. Now, I’m not trying to be coincided Harry, but if I wanted to, I could easily be a very well paid model for literally any clothing company you can name, and a great many I’d feel happier about if you couldn’t. I choose to become an Auror because I wanted to help track down and eradicate the dangers to our world. Does that answer your question?”
Harry’s just starting to get his thoughts in order as Tonks finishes her statement. “Mostly, but I still don’t understand why you want me to use the spell against you.”
“I’ve done a great deal of research into servus secus since I found out about you using it. Not only does it allow you to get a better understanding of the person, but it also allows you to draw on the knowledge and power of the woman you use it against.”
“I’m well aware of this Tonks. I still don’t see your point.”
Tonks takes a deep breath, “Simply put Harry, I believe that you are the only person in the world who can successfully challenge You-Know-Who and I am willing to do whatever it takes to help you. If I have to sacrifice my future so some kids can have one, so be it.”
Harry studies the hard mask that Tonks face has become. “Dora, you have to understand, that the changes are permanent. If I were to use the spell on you, there would never be a way to undo the damage. You would be bound to me for the rest of your life.”
Tonks’ voice is shaking as she slowly walks over to one of the chairs. “Harry, I’m perfectly cognizant of the consequences of what I want you to do. I understand that if you do as I want you to, all the priorities in my world will change. I understand that my entire world will center around you. I know that my will would no longer be my own to command. I know all of that Harry, and I’m still willing to go through with it.”
Harry’s trying desperately to come up with another counter-argument when Cissa says, “You understand all that intellectually, but do you truly comprehend it emotionally?”
Tonks looks at her blonde aunt. “In all honesty, probably not. But then, I don’t think that anyone is truly prepared for a major life changing decision.”
The two women lock eyes for a moment, then Cissa turns to look at her master. “Master, the choice is yours to make, but I would like to recommend that you grant my niece her request.”
Harry looks at his majordomo “Why’s that?”
“First, even if her blood has been diluted by that of a muggleborn, she is still of noble stock. The Black family breeding is more than evident in her intrinsic magical capabilities; in addition, the capability to alter her appearance could prove invaluable to you in the role of a bodyguard, which is why you asked that of her in the first place. However, beyond all that, the most pressing point I have is that her heart is in the right place.”
Harry can feel all his arguments flowing out of him. “Cissa dear, you fight too damned dirty.” He turns his attention back to Tonks, “Ok, my dear, before I’m willing to cast that spell, we’re going to need to work out some of the more mundane of the details, such as what cover you’ll be using, whether or not you’ll be maintaining your position as an Auror or if you’ll need to resign, that sort of thing.”
Tonks face lights up at the tacit approval of her request and she leans over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank you master,” the title rolls off her tongue, seemingly dipped in honey and Harry’s reaction is neither unexpected nor unintended.
Harry blushes profusely as his cock quickly hardens. “You don’t need to start calling me that yet.”
Tonks reaches down and gently rubs the bulge in Harry’s pants. “I know, but I want to get used to it. For now master, would you like to sample the goods you’ve agreed to purchase?”
Harry’s head is swimming and all he can do is nod his head.
Tonks grabs a hold of Harry’s hands and helps to pull him to his feet as stands up. Cissa moves behind Harry and pulls his shirt up over his head, allowing Tonks to release Harry and make short work of the clasps on her robe.
Harry manages to get his glasses back in line just in time to see Tonks let her robe drop from her shoulders. Despite already having an erection, Harry almost passes out from blood loss to the brain.
As the pink haired Auror’s robe hits the floor, her future master get a look at what was hidden. She’s wearing only a lacy red pushup bra and a matching pair of knickers.
Tonks drops to her knees in front of Harry, reaches up, and makes obscenely short work of the fasteners on Harry’s trousers. In a matter of moments, Harry’s pants and trousers are around his ankles.
Tonks smiles hungrily as she gets her first up close look at Harry’s cock. Tonks takes a deep breath and then engulfs Harry’s entire cock. Even with her mouth full, Tonks grin is positively evil as she focuses for a moment.
The look of concentration on the metamorphmagus’ face has Harry nervous, until he feels her tongue wrap all the way around his cock.
Tonks begins to bob her head up and down on Harry’s shaft while using her elongated tongue to constantly tease him.
The treatment the young man is receiving is quickly too much for him. He clenches his hands at his sides. “Tonks, unless you want a mouthful, you might want to back off now.”
Tonks merely holds her head still while her tongue continues to work along his length. Just moments later, warm goo erupts into Tonks’ waiting and eager mouth. The woman revels in the taste of her future master’s seed before swallowing it.
Tonks cautiously rises to her feet and places a hand on the center of Harry’s chest.
Behind Harry, Cissa sees what her niece wants her to do and quietly places a chair behind her master.
With a gentle push from Tonks, Harry finds himself seated. The Auror turns so her back is to Harry before she shuffles her feet back. Tonks takes a moment to make sure everything is aligned properly before she lowers herself onto Harry’s cock. Both of them gasp slightly as Harry slides into Tonks.
She continues to lower herself until she’s resting completely on Harry’s lap.
Harry moans loudly as Tonks uses her extreme muscle control to milk his cock with her cunt. He reaches around Tonks and one hand finds her breast while the other instinctively heads further south. His mind is blank as he gently massages Tonks’ nibble while simultaneously rubbing her pussy.
Tonks barely has time to wonder where Harry picked up his skills before she shouts out her release.
The sound Tonks makes, combined with the physical stimulation, is enough for Harry. He simply grunts as he releases his seed.
Tonks climbs off of Harry on shaky legs. She turns and says, “Harry, if I weren’t already hell bent on being one of your mistress’, that performance would have convinced me.”
Harry’s conscious mind has exerted enough control for him to blush at Tonks comment.
Bella chooses that moment to walk in. She quickly surveys the situation, “Did I miss some of the excitement, master?”
The raven-haired beauty’s words cause everyone to break out laughing. Tonks and Harry both put their clothing back on while Bella sets out the tea.
The four talk animatedly, mostly negotiating and trying to iron out the details of Tonks’ future. Amazingly quickly, 11:30 rolls around.
Tonks stands up, “Ok, the minister authorized a portkey that will take us directly to the edge of Hogwarts.” She pulls out a pair of muggle handcuffs. “Everyone grab on.”
The other three grab a hold and quickly feel the familiar jerk behind the navel.
They find themselves on the path between Hogwarts and Hogsmead, directly on target. The group makes its way up to the castle with Tonks leading the way and the sisters flanking their master.
As soon as they enter the castle, they hear the slight rustling of a cloak as Snape makes his appearance. “Ah, Mr. Potter, right on time. This way if you please.”
Surprised that the normally loathsome teacher is treating him civilly, Harry follows the greasy-haired professor with his entourage.
The group is quickly brought into the headmaster’s office and the dithering old man is sitting behind the desk. “Ah, Harry, my boy, I’ve arranged for Cornelius to be here in an hour’s time. Do you think that the business you needed to discuss with Professor Snape and myself will be done by then?”
“It should be Albus; I have only a limited number of things that I need to discuss with each of you. Let us start with the good professor.”
Snape visibly winces at Harry’s light tone. “What did you need to talk about Mr. Potter?”
“Our relationship during the coming year sir; as much as it pains me to say this, the Order can’t afford to have you drastically change your attitude towards me; your position as a spy is much too valuable to risk just for my wounded pride. A gradual change through the year might be acceptable; I’ll leave that to your discretion, but I don’t want you to jeopardize your position.”
Severus nods sagely. “I’m duly impressed Mr. Potter. You have successfully disproved my initial assessment of you once more. I’d given some consideration to my treatment of you and your associates during the course of the year and I’ll admit I’d been unable to balance my obligations to the Order with my new intentions to treat you as you deserve. With your permission, I will mitigate my treatment of you minutely.”
“As I said sir, I’ll leave it to your better judgment. Just be cautious not to endanger your position; also, if you need to come down on me particularly hard, pass word along to me about how you want me to respond for the appropriate audience.”
Snape actually manages an evil smile. “How very Slytherin of you Mr. Potter. I approve. Is there anything else, Mr. Potter?”
“Actually, sir, there is one more thing I needed to discuss with you. How has Tommy been treating Bella’s disappearance?”
“Interesting question Mr. Potter. The Dark Lord,” Snape swallows slightly at the baneful glare from Harry, “is quite disturbed by her sudden disappearance. While not frantic per se, he’s certainly been expending more of his resources then reasonable to ascertain what happened to her.”
The jaded potions master shivers as something very cold slides down his spine at the teen’s malicious expression.
“Ok gentleman, let me run this thought by you and see if you approve. As you well know, I got the spell to bind these lovely ladies from Wormtail. If you go to the Dark Wanker and tell him a story about how you came to me during the summer and apologized to me for all the crap you’ve put me through and me, being a naive idiot, believed you; you asked about what happened when I was captured and I spilled my guts out.”
Professor Dumbledore is looking at Harry very intently. “You do realize what this could mean, Harry?”
“Yes sir, I’d like to think I do. If it works, then our spy gets integrated even further into Tom’s inner circle, while a traitor gets disgraced, and maybe even killed by the creature to whom he betrayed my parents to. On the other hand, if this doesn’t work, then Tom will know that his plans are going according to plan and Snape, erm, Professor Snape can claim that he was just fulfilling Tom’s orders. He might be punished, but probably not to badly.”
Albus looks at Harry in wonderment. “You realize that if you succeed as much as is possible, you’re condemning a man to death?”
Harry’s eyes are hard as steel as he meets his mentor’s gaze. “Yes sir, I do. I also realize that if I ever get the chance I will most likely kill the worthless bastard myself.”
Albus recoils at the raw hatred in the young man’s voice.
Snape speaks up. “Mr. Potter, I appreciate your guile and I wholly support your plan.”
“Actually sir, Cissa and Bella came up with most of this; I’m merely presenting the idea to you.”
Albus clears his throat. “Well, regardless of the plan’s origin, since Severus is willing to risk the consequences of the plans failure, I can but offer my support and hope for the best.”
“Thank you sir. Now on to my business with you, if that’s acceptable?”
“Of course my boy, do you wish Severus to leave?”
“That’s entirely at his discretion sir; I needed to talk about rooming arrangements for the coming year for myself and the ladies.”
Snape says, “Actually, I’d like a chance to ponder how I want to break the news of Wormtail’s betrayal to the Dark Lord.”
Harry snorts. “Good luck sir. I hope this doesn’t get you injured.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. For now though, good day.” Snape stands and seemly floats from the room.
Harry shakes his head, “Sir, I’ve been doing some reading on the curse I used, and my ‘thralls,’ as the book so often refers to them, have to spend a good deal of time in contact with me. Including,” Harry blushes, “intercourse periodically. I’m hoping that some other accommodations could be found rather than the normal dormitories.”
The meddling old man smiles. “Actually Harry, I was anticipating that question and I have an answer ready for you. You and your thralls, very fitting word for the situation, are allowed you own suite of rooms. This is something no one, not even the Board of Governors can deny. There’s a proviso for the Servus Secus in the original Hogwarts charter. Admittedly, the clause hasn’t been invoked in almost a millennium; it’s still there and still viable. Is there anything else?”
“Not that I can think of sir, at least not at this point.”
“Very well then.” He waves his arm and a pot of tea with full service appears on his desk. “Cornelius should be here shortly, so we can relax until then.”
Bella move around to serve the two and they make small talk for the next five minutes or so until the door open and Fudge walks in.
With a nervous smile, the slightly balding man greets the pair.
Dumbledore rises to meet the Minister of Magic while Harry remains seated.
“Ah Cornelius, right on time, as expected.”
“Hello Dumbledore. I’m curious as to the reasons for this summons.”
“Actually, Mr. Potter here requested this meeting.”
The man finally sees Harry in the chair and blushes at the mild insult. “Ah, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?”
Harry waves his hand at a chair, “Have a seat, minister.”
Very nervously, the man takes the seat recently vacated by Snape. “Now, how may I help you?”
“Minister, I’m not very good at word games, so if it’s acceptable to you, I’ll speak directly to the point.” Fudge nods his agreement and Harry continues. “Very good sir. I have two demands of you. The first is special dispensation to learn how to Apparate early and the second is that Nymphadora Tonks,” Harry winces slightly as the witch in question gently slaps the back of his head, “be assigned to me on a permanent basis as a bodyguard. In exchange for these favors, I’m willing to release a statement to the Daily Prophet in support of you remaining in office; I’ll warn you, it won’t be a glowing endorsement, but it will be an endorsement.”
Cornelius pales at Harry’s final statement, but nod his head. “Very well Mr. Potter, I appreciate your candor and I will speak to Madam Bones as soon as I return to the Ministry to have your demands complied with. However, I must ask, what must I do to earn that ‘glowing endorsement’ as you put it?”
“Sir, as yet, I’m unsure. I’d suggest you start by prosecuting the war in a timely and competent fashion. If I might make a suggestion sir, if you don’t believe that you would be able to lead the war planning competently, you might think on appointing someone to the task. With a little effort, you should be able to turn such an effort into a Public Relations victory, ‘Honest Minister Appoints New War Minister’ or something along those lines.”
The Minister looks far away for a moment, “Yes that might work; thank you Mr. Potter. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I have some work to get done.” He quickly makes his way out of the room.
Albus says, “Harry, you do realize that this might not turn out as well as expected?”
“Of course I do sir, but I don’t see as I have much choice in the matter. Now, is there anything else sir?”
“Actually, yes, there is one more matter. Do you remember the oath Ms. Granger made at the meeting?”
“Indeed I do sir, what of it?”
“Well, Ms. Granger is currently in the hospital wing with an unknown malady, and I believe a visit from you might be helpful.”
Harry’s on his feet in an instant, “Very well sir. Let’s get going.”
The group quickly makes its way down to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfry greets the group, “Headmaster, I’m so glad to see you; I’m at my wits end!”
Harry tones the woman out as he sees Hermione laying on one of the beds.
The bushy-haired witch starts to stir as Harry approaches. She looks like death warmed over as Harry reaches her bedside.
Harry gently takes her hand, which is strangely cool, and she suddenly comes too.
“H… H… Harry? When did you get here?”
“‘Mione you’re in the hospital wing at school.”
“How’d I get here?”
Pomfry suddenly appears at her side. “You passed out while at home.”
“What happened?”
“That’s what I’m about to find out. Mr. Potter, would you mind excusing us?”
“Not at all ma’am.” As soon as Harry lets go of Hermione’s hand, and starts to walk away, however, she starts to get woozy again.
Hermione calls out, “Harry get back here.”
Despite the glare he gets from Pomfry, Harry goes back to her bed and takes her hand once more.
The mediwitch mutters, “Odd, very odd.”
Harry continues to hold Hermione’s hand throughout the physical until Madam Pomfry says, “Well, this is the strangest situation I’ve ever come across. She was on the brink of death just before you came in, Mr. Potter, but since your arrival, she’s gotten progressively stronger. I’ve no idea how to explain it.”
Albus speaks up, “I might have an explanation. Several days ago, Ms. Granger made a witches oath not to leave Harry. I’m beginning to suspect that this was the Oath’s attempt to force compliance.”
Harry says, “Do you mean sir…”
“Yes I do, Ms. Granger is now as bound to you as the ladies Black.”
Harry’s so wrapped up in his concern for Hermione, he misses the slight cue, but Tonks isn’t and blushes slightly.
Harry looks at Hermione, “Well, how do you want to work this?”
“It looks like I’m going to have to move in with you. I suppose we should go and meet my parents; at the very least so they can meet the man I’m bound to and so I can get my things.”
“Alright ‘Mione, we’ll take care of that as soon as Madam Pomfry gives you a clean bill of health.”
“She cleared as of this moment, Mr. Potter. Given what we believe to be the cause of her malady, I’d recommend spending as much time with each other as is possible along with as much physical contact as is possible, at least for the time being. I’d like to do another check up in a few days if possible.”
Harry says, “Unless there’s a critical emergency, we’ll be here in three days.”
Hermione says, “Hey, don’t I get a say in this?”
Harry simply glares at her for a moment before she blushes and nods her head, “We’ll be here in three days.”
Dumbledore says, “Very well, now that that is taken care of, I suppose you had best be about your business. I’ll notify Remus that you’ll need an escort.”
Hermione slowly gets to her feet, which are surprisingly stable. “I appreciate it sir, but I’d rather not subject them to more surprises than needed. As I understand it, we’ll have three fully trained witches with us, all who have a vested interest in maintaining the health, physical safety and wellbeing of one Harry James Potter.”
“You make a valid point Ms. Granger; it will be as you desire. Now there’s one last note before you go about your task. My office door is to be open to you two at any time during the coming year; as such, I’ve established a special password just for you two; ‘dancing dementors’ is the password.”
Everyone in the room give him a strange look before Harry says, “Ah, thank you sir. I suppose we should be on our way.”
As the group makes its way out of the castle, everyone is shaking their head, wondering if the aging headmaster had finally lost his last marble.
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Continuation from Part One
Kyle, Christy, Britney, and Fumi go to rescue Aaliyah from the coven.
Another encounter with that girl thats been on my mind.
Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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This is dedicated to a lovely little 18 year old boy at my place of work who just seem to inspire this little piece of fantasy. It isn’t true, God I wish it was, but it’s still nice to think about the possibilities!
“its raining out” jared said dryly. he looked at his sister to see if she heard him.
“no i didnt hear you” she laughed as if this was a joke. “lets play a boardgame”
Jared wasnt sure he wanted to play a board game. “im not sure if I want to play a board game right now” he said. “but i guess theres nothing else to do” he shrugged. he had a stiffy but he tucked it underneath his belt while his sister was turned around finding the game.
“heres clue™ its my favorite game” she said with a pause. “i get to be colonel mustard”. Jarded laughed at the name cause he thought she said cornhole mustard. he picked out mr. plum for himself because he was a little hungry.
halfway through the game jared noticed something. his sister had gotten so relaxed on the floor playing clue that her skirt was loosely laying on the floor, revealing her thick white cotton panties that were too big for her even though she was a little overweight. he tried not to look but he couldnt keep his eyes off it. his dad had told him once in between beatings that if you dont like looking at girls panties that you’re a gay fuck up and you’re not part of this family, so he kept on stealing glances. after a while he thought he could smell her too, but he thought it was just his imagination since he was hungry. “hey… im gonna “uhhh… i have to go get something to eat im really hungry.” “okay could you grab me a soda?” she was fat and too lazy to get it herself.
“sure sis no problem, but im gonna get you in the living room with my candlestick when i get back”
“what?”
as he was in the kitchen he started to realize he was too turned on. at first he was gonna jack off really quick but then he thought, what if i could fuck my sister? he had an idea to take off his clothes, and he did. his dick was hard as a missile.
he jumped out into the family room totally naked and said “hey sis i got you a sausage instead”. she screamed and jumped up really fast, her fat visibly jiggling through her shirt. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU LITTLE FUCKING PERVERT? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” she ran past him almost crying. he could hear her muttering “jesus christ” over and over as she ran outside to get their dad who was outside working. he tried to cum as quickly as he could and get his clothes back on but his dad came tearing through the front door of the trailer before he could even get his pants on. “COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT” Jared tried to run past him but he knew he couldnt. a huge oily hand grabbed him around his entire neck and threw him back into the kitchen. he tried to get up and run away again but his dad was already next to him kicking him in the ribs. he turned the hot water on. “im gonna teach you a lesson you little faggot” he grabbed jared by the neck again and yanked him up as hard as he could. jared screamed as his dad pushed his head into the stream of burning hot water. “DRINK IT YOU LITTLE BITCH. DRINK IT ITS PRETTY GOOD I THINK” Jared was crying because his press-on Chancey tattoo was probably fading now. then he felt a knee on his stomach, and he collapsed so hard on the floor that he was knocked out and woke up a half hour later in a small pool of blood.
the next day jared went to schoool, but after last period he took the bus home and thankfully his dad wasnt there. he went upstairs to do some of his homework but he was still too turned on from yesterday. he went and crouched by the bottom of hte stairs to his sisters sroom where she was having a phone conversation. he started to stroke his piece while listening to her voice. “yeah, i was taking ahuge dump in the bathroom and somehow most of it got on the seat” he heard her say. then she said bye and started coming down the stiars but he was too into it to realize what was happening until she was at the bottom stair. he panicked and stood up as she tripped over a stair and started to fall over. her crotch fell right onto his hand and it slid in without too much effort on his part. she kicked himi n the chest, knocking his arm back out of her vagina which was unnaturally wet. jared panicked and pulled out his switchblade before she could scream at him again. “this time daddys not here to save your ass you fat pignosed bitch”. he had lost his erection but saying this brought it right back again. he pressed the knifed into her neck and shoved his erection into her gaping vagina. “if you tell dad about thsi ill fucking kill you.” she tried to fight back and shove him away but he just pressed the knife into her neck again to warn her what could happen if he pressed the knife into her neck and it cut her. he kept fucking her and slapped her titties a little bit, one at a time while he spit on her nipples. he could see tears streaming across her face and he siad “youre starting to enjoy it arent you?”
she shoook her head and tried depserately to choke out a response, but she couldnt. he started to make cuts at her sides and was rubbing the blood onto his dick.. when she tried to move his hand out of the way he stabbed into her stomach. he could feel the knife go easily through her fat but it stopped abotu halfway through so he shoved down on it as hard as he could, over and over again in unison with his dick. she screamed out in pain, which really turned him on. he took the knife and his dick out and came all over the blade, shots of it missing and landing on the wall and her face. before he even finished cumming he shoved the knife down her throat and yelled “TASTE IT BITCH. SWALLOW MY CHILDREN” . just as he said this, the arousal left his body with the last drop of semen dripping slowly from the tip of his urethra. he stared in shock and disgust at his bloody sister who was now choking on a knife. he could smell the sick scent of cum and blood gurlging out of her throat. “what… what the fuck is wrong with me?” jared stepped back slowly, then collapsed to the floor. he sat there for the longest time just staring, then dropped his head in his hands to cry. he remembered his father’s words: “stop crying, you little pussy. you want to grow up to be some sorta faggot?” but he couldnt help it. it was raining outside, so he went for a walk. he stopped under a bridge to finger his asshole, as that always cheered him up.
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This is based on a true story
about a boy who is changed by his dad
An experience that I had as a senior in high school
