Sorry for the unrealistic parts of the first part. As I said, it’s my first attempt at writing so thank you for indulging me! My next stories will be more reality based! So with that out of the way and without further ado, part two of Best Sister in the World 🙂
Perhaps History Rewritten 1066 AD
Part four: Revenge!
“Ginny?” Hermione called. “Ginny, are you there?”
Ginny Weasley had been relaxing on her precious day off. The season was officially over, bar a dozen or so exhibition games and such, but the last match between Holyhead and Wimbourne had been positively brutal. Every foul that either team could get away with and a lot that they couldn’t, had been tried, and Ginny had been hit by at least three bludgers, and a thrown beater’s bat. Fortunately, her injuries were nothing the med-witch couldn’t fix up quickly. At the end of a four hour battle, Ginny had managed to nab the snitch less than a second before Montrose could, and the victory blow-out had lasted until late the next morning. Ginny was almost certain that that had been two days before, and was now nursing the lingering remnants of a well-earned hangover. Only for her very best girlfriend, would she even consider leaving her couch. Fortunately, she didn’t have to. She turned to her fireplace and greeted her long-time friend.
“Hello, Hermione!” She chirped. “It’s been too long!”
“Ginny, it was three days ago. May I come through?”
“Of course!” Ginny automatically cast the spell to open the floo and allow Hermione to come in.
Hermione whirled to a stop, wobbling a bit. She clutched her head, and groaned: “God, I hate the floo!”
Ginny chuckled as she stood to embrace her friend.
Collecting herself, she handed Ginny a flat white box, about ten inches on a side, from a Greek restaurant they both liked to frequent. “Congratulations on the win, Ginny. I heard about it on the WWN. I understand there was a near-riot after your catch!” Ginny smile happily in recollection, and accepted the offering.
As she opened the pasteboard lid and recognized the contents Ginny squealed loudly: “Oooh! Baklava! And from Cisneros’s, too!”
Hermione smiled warmly, as she knew Ginny loved the Greek pastry. Truth be told, she did as well.
Ginny quaffed a pepper-up potion, grimaced at the taste, and set about making coffee for them both. Hermione sat at the table, opened the box and doled out two pieces each.
When Ginny had finished making the coffee, they sat at the table, sipping and nibbling the sticky, nutty sweet. The pepper-up, had cleared her head, and eased the headache some.
“What’s on your mind, Herms?” She ventured, after a bit of inconsequential’s. “You don’t usually arrive bearing Baklava unless there’s a reason.”
“There is a reason, Ginny. I’ve left Ron. For good, this time. I’m going to be living with Harry.”
“Hermione, I know you love him, I do too, but you’d best forget about Harry.” Ginny cautioned her friend. She loved Harry and wanted him, but Ron told her, she didn‘t have a chance, “Yes, he’s a wonderful man, none better, but I was certain you knew… Harry seeks for the other team!”
“Ginny, Harry’s not gay. Ron just told us that to keep us from getting too close to him. In my case it was so he could have me to himself. In yours, well…officially, it was to ‘protect’ you…” Hermione made ‘quote’ marks in the air with her fingers. “…from the unwanted advances of the sexual predators that we like to call, men.” She sighed. “Now, however, I know it was to keep you from getting too close to Harry. If the two of you got serious, he knew I’d see through his little scheme.”
“Hunh?”
“Don’t grunt, Ginny. It’s unseemly.” The brunette chided gently. “Ginny, if Harry was dating you, would he be seen as gay?
“Mmmmm. No.”
“Correct. If I knew Harry was making love with you, then I’d know Ron lied about him being gay. You see?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t understand. How did you find out Harry’s not gay? Did you sleep with him?”
Ginny’s eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward. Hermione’s eyes gave it away.
“You DID! Didn’t you?” She accused in wonderment.
“Well, I can’t say we did much sleeping…at least not for most of the time.” Hermione deadpanned, then blushed brightly. “And yes it was fantastic, the best. But that’s not how I found out.”
Ginny immediately wanted to know all the wonderfully juicy details of the great ‘Harry/Hermione all-night shag-fest’, but her best friend told her that that was for later. For the time being, Hermione explained to her friend, Ron’s duplicitous actions. By the time she’d related Winky’s description of her brother’s multiple partners, Ginny’s headache had returned full force, and she was ready to disembowel him with a pickle fork. While Hermione would have been happy to help her, she had a much better idea in mind.
Following her Hogwarts years, Hermione had ‘assisted’ Fred and George in several of their more advanced prank ideas. That assistance had earned her their undying gratitude and several patents which had guaranteed her a nice, tidy income for the remainder of her life, that Ron didn‘t know about, she never told him. Why hadn‘t she mmm, well they weren‘t married. And a small nest-egg is all ways a good ideal. Now, she reckoned her association with the terrible twins, would come in more than handy.
“Gin, I think we need to call in the experts.” At Ginny’s puzzled look, she drew a large ‘W’ and a smaller ‘3’ in the air. Ginny’s eyes popped. Then she literally fell off her chair, from a screaming fit of the giggles.
When she had finally calmed a bit, she hauled herself back into her chair, and demanded: “OK, Talk! You’ve shagged the green-eyed god! Now…” She stopped as the brunette shook her head and said: “Not just yet, Gin. Right now, we need to work out what to do about Ron.”
Ginny shivered. She was very grateful Hermione was not looking at her like that. She’d seen Lucius Malfoy with kinder eyes.
She thought about Hermione’s words, then, saying: “Be right back!”, left the kitchen. Hermione watched her friend rush away, then stood and followed.
Standing in the doorway leading to the lounge, she saw Ginny throw a pinch of floo powder into the fire and call out “Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” Seconds later, the head of one of the twins, Hermione really wasn’t certain which, floated in the flames.
“Hey Ginny. What’s up?” He greeted his little sister.
“Hermione and I need to talk to you both.” Ginny spoke to the floating head of twin number one. “It’s really important. Can you come by after you close up the shop?”
“Sure thing, Ginnybird! It’s hen’s night anyway. We’ll be there in about an hour or maybe less. Have something ready to eat, willya?”
“Naturally!” Ginny smirked. The head vanished. Ginny turned to Hermione.
“We’ll need something to eat. Any suggestions?”
Like Harry, Hermione loved to cook. She wasn’t quite as accomplished as he was, but then, she hadn’t had his years of experience as a human house-elf behind her.
“Do the twins like what they eat, or do they just eat.”
“Ron is the only one who just eats. The rest of us like to enjoy our food.”
“OK, lets see…hmmm. Do you have any fish? That’s easy and quick.”
“I just got some yellowtail in today. It’s in the freezer. That, and some Mako flank steaks.”
Hermione thought for a moment, then made her decision.
“Alright. I like the tuna, but I’m feeling in a predatory mood today. Let’s do the shark. Can you do a pilaf?”
“Of course.” Ginny replied, almost annoyed that Hermione would ask.
“OK, then. Let’s get to it!”
The girls turned to, and in a short while had prepared broiled Mako shark in lemon-garlic butter, stuffed with a fine pilaf of millet, barley, wheat and rice, which was spiced with herbs and a pinch of curry. An assortment of lightly steamed vegetables, fresh black bread and butterbeer accompanied the meal, with coffee and baklava to follow.
During the preparations, Ginny had the opportunity to interrogate her friend
“Alright, I’ve waited long enough! Spill!” She demanded once more. “How was he?”
” Ginny! He was bloody fantastic!” Hermione sighed in recall. “He’s a sweet, gentle, caring and completely wonderful lover!” She went on to describe in some detail, Harry’s sexual prowess. Ginny was positively drooling by the time she finished, her knickers were soaked..
“Will you share?” The redhead asked, hopeful.
Before she’d been introduced to the wizarding world, Hermione would have rejected the suggestion, outright. Since then, however, she had done extensive research on wizarding customs, and while certainly not the norm, marriage bonds consisting of more than two, were not uncommon, as evidenced by Fred and George’s relationship with Angelina and Alicia. Dean, Angela and Ramona, for another. She and Ginny had ‘explored’ each other rather thoroughly, during their years at Hogwarts, and so, she was really not adverse to her friend’s request.
“Well, since you’re my best friend, and one of his, I’ll consider it. But, you have to understand this, Ginny; Harry might not be willing. He’s had a terribly hard life, and he may have been brought up in the monogamy fashion, as is the custom with most muggles…if he’s been trained at all, that is. Those wretched Dursleys have done him a hideous amount of damage. It’ll be a wonder if he can be made whole at all! And Dumbledore didn‘t help.”
Ginny wiped a tear from her eye a she thought about the boy who had been abused, in one form or other, by almost everybody, including herself a little. Hermione spoke again.
“Ginny, Harry asked me to marry him.” Her quiet words shocked Ginny to silence. She held out her left hand.
“Oh, Goddess! Hermione! It’s gorgeous! Ginny burst out; goggling at the engagement ring Hermione wore.
“I am so jealous! Does mum know?” She asked, excitedly.
“She knows about Ron. I haven’t told anyone about this. You’re the first.”
The redhead squealed softly and hugged her best friend, tightly. She’d always known Harry loved Hermione, even during their own short-lived relationship in her fifth year at Hogwarts, she had hoped Harry would come to love her, but when Ron told her Harry was gay, she decided to be just his friend. Now, she was all grins, for her best friend and was rather pissed off at Ron, he lied to her about Harry, she might have made him hers. ‘Damn that git brother of hers‘.
“You realize mum is going to want to coordinate the wedding, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but she’ll have to go toe to toe with my mum…unless we can somehow con them into working together… Hmmm.” Hermione was drifting, but suddenly shook her head rapidly as if to rid her mind of unwanted thoughts. “No…no, that’s for later.” The timer chimed as the fish was done broiling. Hermione turned the heat off, and together they chatted of inconsequential’s, as they waited.
Seven minutes later, Fred’s head appeared in the fire, hollering for Ginny. When she leaned down before the hearth, he asked if it was OK to come through. Ginny smiled and nodded in welcome, then moved aside.
He and his twin whirled to a stop, seconds apart. Hermione cast a cleaning charm on them both and then wrapped each in a warm and welcoming hug.
Together, they sat to table, and began to discuss Hermione’s revelations while eating the meal the girls had prepared.
George spoke when Hermione had finished. “Once again, our dear brother Ronald has managed to disgrace the entire Weasley clan!”
“Absolutely disgusting!” Fred added. Then they went into their patented twin- speech.
“That Ron would do…”
“Something so degrading…”
“As having so many girls…”
“Without their knowing!”
“Wait a moment. Isn’t that rather hypocritical of you?” Hermione asked; a bit surprised at their disapproval, given their own living arrangements. “I mean, you two are living with Alicia and Angelina, Aren’t you? Didn’t you once tell me that you trade off, on occasion?”
“And Katy, Helen and Lee, too.” Answered George. Fred threw in: “And sometimes, yes. We do.”
“But they all know about each other.” George added.
“We may be pranksters…”
“But there are limits.”
“We would never…”
“Intentionally…”
“Hurt anyone…”
“At least anyone who doesn’t deserve it.” They chimed.
“I really wish you’d tell me how you do that!” She mock-pouted.
“Sorry, luv. Trade secret.” Fred began.
“If we told you…” George continued the thought without pause.
“We’d have to kill you!” They chimed again, both grinning evilly.
“Seriously, Hermione.” George really was serious, for one of the few times she’d known him. “We love the pranks, we live for them actually, but to hurt someone…no, no, to…to betray someone, your best friend, at that, just to stroke your own miserable ego…I’m sorry, luv, but that is just totally wrong!”
“Don’t apologize, George. I totally agree.” She returned, tightly.
Fred took over. “We think it’s time someone knocked the starch, not to mention the stuffing, out of our little brother.”
“I can count on your help, then?”
“Absolutely.” They spoke in unison. Then George leaned forward, resting on an elbow and added in a conspiratorial voice: “So, what’ve you got in mind?”
“Well, I thought I’d teach him a ‘little lesson’ about using people the way he has. I’ve asked Harry to stay clear of this unless absolutely necessary, because as angry at Ron as he is, his getting openly involved in this, would most likely do even more damage to his reputation. Ron would soak that up, and play the wounded party perfectly. He’s good at that, and the fish-wrappers are just itching to find something else to use against him. His buying the Prophet stock helped some, but dear Rita simply hired on with that gossip rag, um, the…well whatever it’s called.” Hermione flicked her hand in dismissal. “They’ll print anything! As it is. I’ve discovered the identities of each of his other ladies. I want you to help me have a little bird put a bug in their ears. As for me, Ron has hurt me, terribly. He hurt me, and he hurt Harry…”
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “…and he used me to hurt my best friend.” Then in a sort of whispered sob “he hurt Harry, my sweet Harry” as her eyes teared up.
And then again almost to low to be heard, she turned to Ginny and grabbed her, and wept onto her shoulder “all those years…Harry”
It all caved in on her, the hurt, not her, Harry‘s …
She remembered ‘seeing the light in Harry eyes died without realizing why’ she murmured “oh Harry”…
She could now see the underlining sadness of all their get togethers, “oh”… she moaned
Of Winky’s ‘Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.’ She cried.
‘Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome..
Sad inside’
She whimpered “ lone.. sad”…
then Molly’s words ‘I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite‘. “not gay, hurt.. Hurting.. oh Harr…“ She cried
A few minutes later as she groaned “all these years….Harry we.. we.. I I.. I hurt you.. hur…” She shaking and soaking Ginny blouse with her tears
Then somewhere as in a daze she barely heard Ginny “Hermione it wasn’t you, it was Ron, it was Ron who did this”
She muttered “Ron”
After who knows how many minutes and tears, and Ginny holding her tighter, “I didn’t see”
sobbing “I should have… should ha…”
another sob, Shakily she softy cried “I kept hur…”
a mournful cry “all these years hurting him”. She cried uncontrollable, she could now see the hurt in Harry’s eyes that she never acknowledged. “I kept hurting him…”
Ginny hugged her tighter repeating again and again, “it wasn’t you who hurt Harry, it was my plat brother“, after more minutes and tears, she calmed down slightly, still sobbing.
Slowly she realized Ron used her, used her to hurt Harry… That smirk ‘I just get something Harry wants’ chant of his “I get something Harry wants” in a bare whisper
Then she mumbled so low only Ginny could hear “ He used me… shagged me to hurt Haarr…to hurt Harr….y “ and the tears flooded again..”I should hav…seen….
Ginny said quietly “it’s ok now Herms, it’s ok, you’re with Harry now” as she hugged her friend.
“I hurt him Gin I hurt him..” she bawled.
Sobbing “I saw the hurt and didn’t see… I should have seen… shou“…
More minutes of crying racked Hermione body, finally Ginny got thru Hermione’s tears. “It was my brother lies, not you Hermione it was Ron….. you know Harry loves you, and you love him. You’re together now, you‘re going to marry him, He ask you to Marry Him!”
“Love him…marry… have his children… Love him always” Hermione said softly, looking at Ginny’s face, then she kissed her friend and sat back up, wiping her face “Thank You, Gin I I don‘t know…“.
”You needed to get it out Hermione, so you can heal, it‘s over, you got Harry now”
Some minutes later, Her voice grew more forceful. Rage with tears still in her eyes.
“I want him to pay! I want him to know precisely how it feels, to be hurt like this.” She gritted between clenched teeth. “And I want it to be something really humiliating! For hurting me, using me!”
Ginny, Fred and George looked at their friend, one moment a bawling blubbing wreck, the next The Avenging Angel. They all knew Ron was in rough road ahead, if Hermione doesn’t kill him.
“To to hurt, he hurt Harry, My sweet Harry, the years of pain he caused Harry, to pay for the lies to me, to Harry, He got to pay!!!“.
Fred leaned back, thought for a minute, then turned to George, and said: “Tonks?”
Nodding with a nasty grin George agreed. “Tonks!”
“What about Tonks?” Hermione asked, calm, well somewhat and getting better by the minute, drying the tears from her eyes, puzzled that the clumsy, but flamboyant Auror would even be mentioned.
“Hermione, our beautiful and brilliant, sometimes co-conspirator, most people don’t look past our sign. They see us as simple purveyors of jokes and pranks. Not many know that that W-3 has diversified. We have our fingers in quite a number of pies.” George replied.
“Tonks is one of our favorite partners.” Fred added. “During the last part of the war, she told us what the Auror Corps really needed, helped us arrange funding, and provided the market for our ‘special line’. She can’t officially help, of course, being as she’s the chief of her department, now, and the ministry, namely dad, would likely take a dim view of Senior Aurors aiding and abetting a prank of this type, especially considering the prank-ee is one of the ‘heroes of the wizarding world’…but, maybe she could help behind the scenes.”
“How do you mean?”
“Hermione, do you really think we managed to explore all of Hogwarts castle by ourselves?”
“Well, you did have the map…” She replied uncertainly. To be honest, Hermione still wasn’t certain how the twins had managed to get into so many places at Hogwarts. The wards in the castle should have prevented it, but somehow, they had always managed.
“We didn’t nick the map until the middle of our first year. Matter of fact, it was Tonks who suggested we ‘find a way’ into Filch’s office. She told us that there was a whole treasure trove…a filing drawer filled with confiscated items, that might prove to be ‘useful’ to our chosen careers. It turns out she did something of the sort in her second year. Until we came along, in her fourth, she was the undisputed prank-master of Hogwarts. She told us that the second she saw us, she knew we’d be able to take up the mantle when she left.”
Hermione grinned widely. She had the feeling that she was going to love this! George grinned wickedly and went to the floo, to call her.
Tonks had arrived soon, having just finished her paperwork. She groused that it was much more fun to do the fieldwork. Remus, who had just gotten off his job at the Magical Beings Liaison Office, accompanied her. Seeing Hermione, they fell on her, scolding her for not keeping in touch, then wrapped her in a warm double-embrace.
As Hermione was explaining the situation again, without breaking down. Bill, Fleur and Charlie flooed, asking permission to come over. They were greeted by one and all with hugs and kisses. Fleur was showing her third pregnancy quite well. As the girls gathered around to fuss over her, Bill, standing at her elbow, spoke quietly.
“Mum told us there’s a problem with our dear prat of a brother. Can we help?”
Hermione smiled at the support.
Soon enough, the maternal instinct was temporarily sated and those gathered returned to the topic of a wayward redhead.
Hermione launched into her explanation once more.
To say that Fleur was incensed would be like describing the sinking of Atlantis as an erosion problem. She took on a distinctly avian aspect. Her eyes blazed a bright yellow and her features sharpened into something hawk like. Her hands began to curve into talons and she fairly glowed with power. Bill hurriedly stood and tried to calm her. Unfortunately, Fleur wasn’t having any at all. She pushed him aside and growled: “Mon De’esse! Que pensait-il? Il devrait’ etre fouette! Oooh! Il merite’ d’etre Chatre’!” Hermione winced and Bill paled, as apparently they were the only ones besides Fleur who spoke French. Fleur slipped back into English, her accent made heavy by anger. “‘E should be…’E should be shopped into tiny little bits and srown into ze fire!”
Everybody, even Hermione, grimaced at that rather nasty idea, at first. Then Hermione slightly grinned for a moment, and added “That would be to quick, he needs to suffer”. Oh the look in her eye.
Bill finally managed to gently drag his wife into the other room, where he held her warmly and nuzzled her neck, until she began to calm.
Hermione barely heard Charlie’s muttered comment: “Braver man than I am, Gunga Din!”
Tonks stood and pulled Remus into next room. They could all see the two having an animated but silent conversation. Finally, Tonks grinned madly, hugged Remus tightly and kissed his cheek, then led him back to the table.
“Well, Hermione…” Tonks began. “This is what I’d recommend.” She whispered the idea into Hermione’s ear. As she listened, Hermione’s eyes widened, first in shock, then in glee.
“YES! Yes! Yes!” She squealed, dancing around like a four year old and pumping her fist in the air. Placing one hand on her stomach, she began to flex her hips and shoulders in a manner that got the instant attention of every male present, and sang: “It’s perfect! It’s perfect! Oooohhh, Baybeee it’s perfect!”
Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur and Charlie all stared at her as if she’d gone completely bonkers.
Braving the lunatic, Charlie asked: “Erm…Hermione? What’s perfect?”
Hermione looked at Tonks for permission. Receiving a nod, she explained.
Her audience erupted in howls of laughter.
Later after all was said and done, plan made, suddenly Hermione thought of Harry’s pain again, however this time she didn’t break down, she dwelled on Ron telling Her and Ginny, Harry was gay. Just to… And a idea hit her, add ‘Just a little twist’ for Harry‘s pain. And she laugh out loud, everyone turning to her “What?”
She said still laughing “sorry just thought of something”
Needless to say they were worried about her, but she assured them she was ok as she still laughed, almost crying.
It was getting late and the little get together started breaking up, every one began headed out, Ginny being worried, she had see her friend go from normal, to happy, to pissed off, to a bubbling ball of shame and pain, to an Avenging Angel, to a dancing ninny, then a scheming female, to a laughing hyena, What’s next? So she asked if Hermione wanted to spend the night.
Without a moment hesitation, she said “no I’m going Home, nice thought though thank you Ginny…“.
She started to hug Ginny bye, but stopped, sort of whispered “Home” smiled, as one the warmest of glow she ever had, wrapped her whole being, ‘Home, Harry and her Home‘, and just stood there basking in the feeling.
Ginny had never seen a happier look on her friends face. She was somewhere far away, so heavenly, after a minute or two she asked “Hermione, what… you ok?“
She only answered, “Home… Home to Harry”, kissed Ginny bye and rushed Home to her Love.
Ginny stood for a moment ”what the hell was that about?”
As Ginny readied for bed, she cried a little, oh she was happy for her friend, but she had dreamed of Harry for so long. Her git brother convinced her not to waste her time, but sometime she had thought about going after him anyway, especially when she had ‘The Dream‘. She hadn’t had that one for near six months nor any of her Harry dreams a fortnight or so, but she knew she would tonight.
Harry wasn’t sure what had happen to Hermione at Ginny‘s, but that night he knew he was happiest and the luckiest man in the world.
She came in, gave him the most Loving soulful retching Kiss ever, it left him gasping for air, she stripped, ripped his clothes off, sucked him dry, then rode him until she collapsed, then asked him to roll them over and make love to her, which He did. slow wonderful love, all the while she moaned his name and her love for him, he finished inside her, she rolled him over and did it all over again.
In the aftermath, as his beloved laid in his arms. “I love you Hermione Jean Granger, I always have and will” He whispered.
“I Love you Harry James Potter with all my being“ she purred before sleep overtook her.
Both Hermione and Harry were sore the next morning, But that didn’t stop them, after a couple of soothing spells, a long hot shower, they made love again, Twice, then breakfast although it could have been lunch They were enjoying each other again, several times.
Hermione worn out and sleeping peacefully, Harry slipped out of bed for a nature call, a soothing spell and a pep-up potion, just sat and watched his love sleep, finally called “Winky”
“Yes master Harry Potter sir” as she appeared.
“Winky, Hermione needs to sleep”
“Oh yes the Master worn out his Misses, he has, Winky so happy master has his misses now”
“Huh, thank you, I need to go out for a few minutes, I shouldn’t be long, but if Hermione wakes, tell her I love her and will be right back”
“Of course master Harry Potter sir, Winky will take good care of master misses”
“Thanks Winky” and he dressed and head to Ginny’s
“Ginny” his head pop out the floo.
“Oh hi Harry, just a second” the waved “Come on thru”
“Thanks” as he stepped thru and Ginny caught him “I hate those things”
They hugged and Ginny ask “What can I do for you.. Stud”
“Huh, oh Hermione oh…” and he turned almost the color of her hair.
She giggled.
“You know about Ron and all of course” Ginny nodded
“I’m not going to interfere in whatever Hermione planning”… he looked perplexed.
“I was wanting… huh.. what.. “ he studdered
“She.. oh hell what I really want to know is what happen last night, Hermione came home grinning like the Cat who got a crate full of canaries, buckets of cream and a thousand mice. Gave me the most fantastic kiss, ripped our clothes off and we made love for six hours or was it seven… She passed out on our bed, I held her for awhile. Then I slept the best I even had, woke up for natures call, had a shower, took a pep-up and a soothing potion, watched Hermione sleep for an hour or so and decided I’d ask you what happen last night…. So what happen?”
Ginny just looked at him, gobsmacked
“Ginny.. Ginny … happen last night”
“oh my goddess six/seven hours, then held her…. watched her sleep.. Damn, I’m so jealous..” Her eyes kind of glazed over.
“Ginny”
“Yes Harry”
“What happen last night”
“Huh seven hours… “
“Ginny”
“Ginny huh Hermione”
“Huh… oh yeah,” Ginny slowly began rambling, ” Hermione came in.. in with a Baklava… from Cisneros’s… we talk and nibbled.. she show me her ring, gorgeous ring, we talked, she kept trying to talk about my prat brother, I wanted to talk about you and her se… huh get together… seven hours, Merlin … we called Fred and George over… Made supper, they showed up we talked about the prat, Hermione broke down and cried for about an hour, about Ron’s hurting you and her, the hurt and everything caved in on her, She loves you, you know more than anything, she started blaming herself for all those years of pain you had, the hurting”
“I..”
“I know and she knows, the whole thing finally just over ran her, good thing to, think its out of her system… I finally got thru to her it was Ron’s fault not hers, then she got angry, I mean angry, if Ron had walked in right then she would have ripped to tiny little pieces with her bare hands. She told us she needed to pay him back of all the hurt. Fred and George decided it be best to call Tonks”
“Tonks?”
“Yea seems as good or better than the twins at pranks, She and Remus show up after she got off work. Hermione started telling what happen, Bill, Fleur and Charlie showed up so, talked about the baby, Hermione started over, with out breaking down, every one was piss. Fleur started changing, talking French, that’s one scary lady.. Bill calmed down Fleur. Tonks and Remus talked, told Hermione, She jumped up and down dancing like a kid in a free candy store. Then told us, we worked on it and fixed any faults. We sat for awhile and talked, then everyone went home. Home… that’s it” Ginny snapped her fingers as what happen dawn on her.
“Home, what’s it”
“Oh, yeah home, I asked Hermione if she wanted to spend the night and she said no she was going Home. I tell you got her for life Harry and if you hurt her I’ll rip your balls off and stuff them in your mouth.”
“What did I do?”
“Oh I’m sorry… were was I oh she said she was going Home. I never seen anyone so instantly chuffed, Harry she glowed I mean glowed, simply because she was going Home, to your and her Home, not house Home. Her Home with you. Just like the hurt that fell in on her earlier, but opposite, she realized she was going Home to you. You understand right”
“Oh… Yes I see now, that explains a lot Thank you, I should get home… Home yeah I understand… Home to her Thanks Ginny Bye” then Harry kissed her and headed to the floo.
“ seven hours, Goddess” ‘damn that git brother of mine‘.
‘seven hours, damn my knickers are soaking’
Hermione’s revenge was a masterwork of spell-craft
Within a month, preparations were complete and the spell were cast..
Hermione walked into the room filled with nervous women, Seventeen nervous women. None of them knew what was going on. Only that they had been brought here to this conference room in the London Marriott. All eyes turned to her as she entered.
“Hello, ladies. Welcome to London. My name is Hermione Granger.” Hermione addressed the gathered women.
It had been a hideous lot of work, coordinating this. Molly had agreed to keep Ron at the Burrow for the day, busy doing chores that ‘just had to be done, and no one around to do them’. The conspirators had gotten together, located all Ron’s girls and asked them to attend this meeting. They had told each of the women that there was a vital meeting with Ron’s solicitor necessary to be included in any bequests. A few girls refused to have any part of it, saying they didn’t want any of Ron’s money. Those girls had been persuaded to come ‘willingly’ with some cooperation charms that weren’t exactly the lightest of magicks. Harry’s money smoothed over the travel arrangements, and he had personally gone to some employers to ‘arrange’ for short holidays for those girls that needed help.
The room quieted and Hermione began to speak.
“Officially, until just recently, I was Ronald Weasley’s only girlfriend!” This brought a moment of silence as each girl there, digested this tidbit. Then the shit truly hit the fan! Only judiciously applied silencing charms kept the hotel staff unaware of the near-riot taking place in the in the seventh floor conference room.
Ron Weasley had been having a bad couple of months. First Hermione had gone and run off with that pouf, Potter, his so called best friend. Then, just a week later, Harry had the nerve to ask him, in front of his whole family, no less, to be his bloody best man! He was going to marry the slag.
What could he do? The whole bunch of them would likely roast him over an open pit if he’d even considered refusing, so he’d smiled and agreed.
Well at least he had her first, he smiled to himself, Harry getting my leftovers. Hope he like loose pussy. He’ll know I broke her in good their wedding night. Hell she’ll most likely be back within a month or so after the wedding, begging for “the Ron-meister” to shag her…worthless mudblood… Maybe I will maybe not…. Of course we’ll have to keep it a secret, so Hermione, the whore, can stay married to Harry’s money… so she can send me some… guess maybe I will shag the whore and take Harry‘s money… later I’ll bring in another bird and have that skank Hermione eat my leavings out of the bird’s fresh shagged pussy as I stick it to her whore arse, the slut… I’ll make her my sex toy… even give her to my teammates for a bang… Now wouldn’t that be bloody brilliant Harry’s love being shagged by the whole team.. of course I’ll take photos, so I can send them to Harry and that rag press when I‘m done with her… no I won‘t send them to Harry I‘ll hand them personally, that way I can see the look on his face, when he see his precious Hermione’s spunk covered body with a dick in her mouth, pussy, ass and each hand at the same time, loving it, with more blokes waiting their turn and… yea a current Daily Prophet showing the date… She’ll be out on her arse so fast and Harry will be begging to be my best friend again… Fuck him, hell maybe I‘ll play him to. Brilliant!!
Just a week ago, just over two months after Hermione left him, he’d stood by and watched his old ‘friend’ marry his girl, his ex-girl, the whore, ‘she just wants Harry‘s money‘, he said to himself.
To make matters worse, after the guests had gone, Ginny had walked up to him and slapped him hard enough to knock him on his arse. None of his family would even talk to him. “What did I do?”
The twins had apparently declared a prank war on him. He’d wake up cemented to his bed, or the water would turn him orange, or suddenly he’d have two left hands…that sort of rubbish!
The morning after the wedding, he got a howler from his mum…at the clubhouse! The whole team had had a good laugh at that! Somehow, she’d found out about his harem. And now, to make things worse, all of his girls are suddenly ‘unavailable’. They wouldn’t even return his calls, floo or phone…not that it would do him any good. For the past month, or so, he’d been having a ‘little problem’.
Today, almost three months after Hermione left him, was the worst of the lot. He angrily clutched the crumpled sheet of yellow parchment in his fist. He’d been sidelined! Coach McGrath had explained very carefully that his performance had dropped below standards, and he was being relegated to the reserve. Ron had almost quit over that. Only the idea of returning to his family, as a complete failure, stayed his quill…plus the fact that he’d have to return his signing bonus, most of which, he’d already spent.
He walked into the clubhouse to find the rest of the team at the bar. Quidditch hags abounded, even for the Cannons, and tonight was no different, although the girls were a bit scarce. Those who were there, were already attached. ‘Ah well.’ He thought.
A guy at the bar handed him a shot of Old Ogden’s and a mug of stout, then walked away, swiping a flannel here and there. Ron turned to the bar tossed back the shot, and took a healthy swig of his beer.
The helpful man at the bar walked into the hallway leading to the loo’s, and out the door. He smiled nastily, and quietly disapparated.
Seeker, Steven Katzmann joined him at the bar. “Oy Ron! What happened? I heard you’ve been sent to the reserve!”
“I have no bloody idea, Steve. I must have hacked off the wrong god, or something. My life has been shit lately! I can’t believe they sent me to the bench!”
He took a long draw at his ale, then continued. “I may have missed a couple, lately, but there aren’t many who can compete with me. My saves are in the thousands! Hell, I’m one of the top three keepers in the league!”
“Ron, I don’t know if I’m the one to say this, but you know I can’t turn down an opportunity to rain on your parade.”
“Yeah. I noticed that about you, mate. What do you think?”
“Personally, I think…Hermione. You got caught, didn’t you?”
Ron sighed. “Yeah. A couple months ag….” His eyes grew round.
Steve grinned. He so loved to be the one to deliver bad news to Ron. Of course, the two of them took it in turns. They had a ‘friendly rivalry’ going to see who could bring the other the most bad news. Seeing as how they were both quite often in trouble, the competition had grown rather fierce. Steve even understood that the rest of the team was betting on their final tally each year. This year, he was going to win. Ron wasn’t a bad sort, but hey, sports is sports, hunh?
“Mebbee she put a bug in ol’ lady Phillips ear. You know she don’t take well to people cheating on their wives and such. She’s still hacked off at her ol’ man, for that, and that was way back in fourty-two!”
Ron spoke again. “Nahh. Hermione isn’t the type to do this. She may hex me, or maybe even hit me, but she’s not the type to go for this kind of revenge. I’ve been getting shit from all sides, for a while now.”
And Ron being Ron said “Just as well I was going to dump her anyway, lately she had become too possessive, and she’s not that mint of a fuck to be so demanding”.
“Who’s she with now?”
“Harry. But he’s not the type either. This feels like something planned. Not some one-time thing. He’s impulsive, not calculating. He hit me pretty hard, busted my nose, in fact, but after that…well, he always was rather protective of her.”
‘Harry?’ Steve thought he knew all Ron’s friends. This ‘Harry’ was a new one on him. “Harry, who?”
“Potter.”
“You know Harry Potter, The Harry Potter?” Steve was stunned. He’d heard some rumors about Ron, but he never really gave them much credence.
“Of course, I know Harry Potter! We were best mates in school! Me, Harry and Hermione. They used to call us ‘the golden trio’. We fought together when Harry destroyed Voldemort. Hell, I even got the Order of Merlyn, out of it! Hermione did too!”
Steve was stunned. He’d never met anyone who’d been awarded the coveted Order of Merlyn before, and now he found he’d been on the same team as someone who had, for the past three years! On top of that, his teammate was friends with Harry frickin’ Potter, the bloke who kicked the dark lord’s arse!
“Harry Potter! Wow! Do you think he’d…?”
“Naah.” Ron shook his head in disgust. “He never makes appearances anymore. He says he hated the publicity of being ‘The-boy-who-lived’. Like anybody’d fall for that!” Ron sneered at the idea of anyone not loving the fame and glory Harry enjoyed.
“Well, shit!”
“He sometimes comes to the matches here, or at Holyhead, but he’s always in disguise.”
“Why would he go to see Holyhead play?”
“Oh, that. My sister, Ginny, is their starting seeker, they almost dated.” Ron turned to his drink again.
‘I broke that up I can break Hermione and Harry up too, when she comes begging for a shag, I’ll bugger the whore for awhile and kick her out onto the street’ he mused.
On the other side of the bar someone began to laugh.
Ron thought hard for a minute, then his eyes rounded again. “No!” He spat out the word like a curse.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Ginny!”
“Ooookay! Your sister What about her?”
“Hermione and Ginny are thick as thieves, and Ginny loves Harry, too. She always has. Now, Hermione wouldn’t go for revenge, and Harry ‘the white bloody knight’ wouldn’t either, but Ginny would. Oh yes! Ginny definitely would! I don’t think she’d go as far as getting me sacked, but she would want to make me pay. Oh, hell! If she’s found out about my other birds…Shit! I gotta hide.” Ron jumped up from the stool only to find all the other players and their groupies pointing at him, laughing.
“What?” He asked, the air around him.
Steve answered. “Ron, did you know your hair just turned purple and green? We’re playing against Puddlemere tomorrow!”
Horrified, Ron turned to the full-length mirror over the bar. Sure enough, his hair was divided into three neatly defined stripes. The largest middle one being purple, the outer two a blazing neon green. The colors favored by Puddlemere United.”
“BlOODY HELL!”
The game against Puddlemere did not go well at all. It seemed that the Cannons couldn’t stop a single goal and only scored one. The game ended at four hundred fifty to ten. Ron had dyed his hair a vibrant orange, to cover what he was certain was a prank by the twins, Fred and George. It didn’t help. Whatever they had used, be it a potion, or more likely, a spell, resisted concealment. The vibrant purple and green came right through. Ron could see the Cannons’ owner sitting in the top with too many familiar figures. Most of the Weasley’s were there, along with Harry and Hermione, ‘the slag hanging all over Harry, pretending she loves him‘. Every time he looked, he could see Harry’s emerald green eyes flashing in the sun. it was unsettling, Ron wanted to crawl into his jersey.
Once the word got out, that Potter was there, almost everybody in the stadium craned their necks to see the Hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately Ron’s teammate Steve, was paying more attention to Harry than to his game. A bludger hit him between the shoulder blades and knocked him completely off his broom. The only thing that saved him from a long stay in St. Mungos, was Harry, who whipped out his wand and bellowed an arresting charm.
Katzmann still hit pretty hard. The stadium’s healers floated his body off the pitch and to the infirmary.
Ron’s new week started badly, by his being called on the carpet. The Cannons’ owner, one Alice Phillips, had seen his ‘unusual’ hairdo, and demanded he explain to her satisfaction, his apparent defection to the enemy. That led to his explaining about the prank presumably played by his brothers, who were now well known throughout the wizarding world for their joke shop, and then to his sister who was seeker for the Harpies. That little tit bit did not garner him any friends on the board! Still, Mrs. Phillips wanted to know why Ron’s brothers and his sister, would play such a vicious prank on him, especially as he would likely be quite visible to the fans.
Slowly, painfully, the truth was dragged out. To say Mrs. Phillips was not pleased would to be an understatement of nearly Biblical proportions. She summarily dismissed the rest of the board and stood nose to nose with Ron for the next hour screaming invective at him at the top of her voice, like a South London dockworker. Ron noted some hours later, in the tiny little part of his brain that was not still cringing in shock, astonishment and outright terror, that in all the time she was screeching she never once repeated a single foul word.
Relieved he had only been suspended for a month and not sacked, Ron decided to stop by the clubhouse and find someone to ‘commiserate’ with. He only hoped his ‘little problem’ would not show up tonight.
The party to welcome Steven Katzmann back from his short stay at St. Mungos was in full swing.
He’d reported that Harry Potter, of all people, had visited him in his room after the healers had finished with him! Potter even laughtly had called him a bloody idiot for losing concentration during a match, but signed his jersey before leaving. The signed jersey now hung behind the bar protected by the best security charms money could buy. People clustered here and there drinking, swapping stories of past matches and playing snooker for pints.
Ron walked in, to be greeted by a loud “Hurrah!”
Everybody there knew about his dressing down at the hands of the teams’ owner, no less, and welcomed the survivor with the usual harassment. Pints were thrust his way, and a bevy of lovely young lasses, all wanting to shag a Quiddich player, grouped around him. Instantly his erection sprouted. Fortunately, his robes hid it well. Ron dearly hoped it wouldn’t desert him when he needed it. That had happened so often, of late. He put it down to stress, and dismissed it entirely.
Grabbing one of the offered mugs, Ron took a swig, and wrapped his arm around the nearest girl.
The party lasted well into the night. As the team would not be playing for a fortnight, or training until Monday, they were not too concerned with the regular curfew. They’d played hard, and lost spectacularly. “That ought to count for something, neh?” They had argued, rather successfully, it seemed.
As Ron was suspended, he didn’t have a curfew. He and his soon-to-be conquest, Jennifer, played, drank, snogged, groped, touched, tickled, teased and did everything but actually shag, before they left together.
Ron and Jennifer stumbled drunkenly up the stairs to his flat. Wrapped in each other they fumbled the door open and fell inward.
“Bloody hell!” He growled. Jennifer just lay there, giggling.
Gaining his feet, Ron reached down and pulled his groupie to hers. Before they even reached the door to his bedroom, her top had gone flying, followed by his robe and her bra. He stumbled as he pulled her pants down over her luscious arse.
Walking and stripping your girl while drunk was hard to do, even for wizards.
In the bedroom, he pushed her onto the bed, and pulled her knickers down her legs. She was open, wet and ready for him. Tossing the undergarment behind him, he unzipped his own trousers, and yanked them and his boxers off.
Now, he stood in all his not-inconsiderable glory. Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight and she savored the thought of the treat, which this night would be. Grinning wantonly, she drew her knees up and slowly let them fall to the sheets
. Ron settled over Jennifer, she waited anxiously as he positioned his cock at her opened pussy. He pushed into her, and thrust a couple times, grinning. ‘YES!’ He crowed triumphantly to himself.
Then it all went south.
His erection flagged immediately, and he slipped out. Try as he might, he couldn’t get it to return. An hour later, a exasperated Jennifer walked out, in utter contempt, cursed “limp dick fairy”
Every month, regular as clockwork, Ron would get a letter from Harry and Hermione. Of course, he always threw the letters into the fire. He didn’t want to talk to those traitors!
Half a year later, Harry and Hermione Potter returned from their around-the-world honeymoon cruise. Ron was waiting. The next day, he apparated to Godric’s Hollow, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Harry opened the door, and broke into a hearty grin as he greeted his oldest friend.
“Ron! Hey mate. How are you? Come in, come in!” Harry escorted Ron to the lounge, plonked him onto the deeply cushioned sofa, and asked Winky to provide some tea and biscuits.
The house elf returned and placed the tea service on the coffee table. As she popped away, Ron could have sworn she had smiled a particularly vindictive smile. He shuddered as icy tingles ran down his spine. Harry sat opposite, and poured. Handing the teacup to his mate, Harry asked: “How’ve you been, Ron?” It had been a long while since they’d seen each other, after all, and he wanted to catch up.
“Harry?” Ron asked, with no preamble. “Can you tell me what Hermione did?”
“What do you mean, Ron?” Harry appeared honestly curious, although he knew precisely what Ron was asking.
“Harry, I know it wouldn’t have been you. You’re not the type to do that to a bloke. Hermione is smart enough to think of it, but I honestly didn’t think she was either, until I overheard Ginny and the twins talking. She cast some sort of spell on me that makes it so I can’t…well, you know! Hell I can’t even wank”
Ron was now blushing so brightly, Harry was tempted to turn out the lights, just to see what would happen.
Hermione chose that moment to walk in, with a nasty smirk.
“Ronald.” She explained. “We sent you instructions on how to break the spell every month…well after the third month, anyway. Throw them away or burn them.” She gave him that Hermione look.
After a few minutes to make him sweat.
She explained to her ex-old friend, how she had taken a ‘performance enhancing’ charm and reversed it. She mixed it with something she’d developed, that would ensure Ron got an erection as soon as he saw a new girl, any new girl, but would, moments after he entered her, cause it to fail him and!
When she refused to remove it! Ron went instantly raging angry, ‘how could she… to me‘, he thought make her, force her to take care of him, but he just sat there, knowing he could do nothing, Harry or that damn elf would kill him, if he tried. Hermione saw his fist clench, she knew he‘d do nothing.
After a few moments, She did, however, explain the catch.
The catch was this: If Ron continued to use women as he’d done, he would continue to have this particular erectile dysfunction, for as long as it took to learn his lesson. Once he did, the charm would fade.
However She didn’t tell, him it would come back twice as bad if he return to his old abusive ways. And it would take only certain type of women to clear it next time. The whole spell was a mental charm, in fact, several combined and if you didn’t know where or what you’d never find it. She grinned.
Ron was dumb struck “What… but I haven’t… in seven months, I need huh relief…”
“Well get your act together learn how to treat women, find a nice girl and behave”
“How can I huh find one who…”
“Figure it out twit”
“But Hermione I need help, relief… now”
Now the Icing on the cake.
“Oh there is one way to get relief tonight Ronald,”
“You going to help me” he looked hopeful, He smirked inside ‘she wants the Ron-meister, I knew the fairy couldn’t please her’
“Not really. The only way for relief tonight is to have sex with a man,”
“What!!!” If looks could kill, Hermione would have died,
“You have to suck a man’s penis to completion and swallow his load first, then you can shag him, if he wants, but no one else. only the bloke you suck off. Oh, also it One suck one shag…”
Ron lurch at her, Dobby and Harry twitch, he sat back “why?” he demanded.
“You told Me and Ginny and no telling how many others, Harry was gay“, Hermione said.
She gave him the go fuck yourself, you lying sack of… look, every woman has, stored away for the right time
“you lied about Harry”
“I know now you never loved me, you just used me, but more than that, you used me to hurt Harry… “
“A muggleborn is only good for shagging, sound familiar.. Miss Pureblood“.
The expression on Ron’s face was priceless.
Then Hermione said total deadpan, colder than ice, “Now if you need relief, go find a bender, give him a knobber and maybe he’ll let you shag his mouth, bugger him or wank you off. I don‘t care“.
He wanted to strangle her, rip her clothes off the Bitch, beat her to a pulp, but saw Dobby and Winky staring at him, not to mention Harry. ‘If he moved wrong’
Then cheerfully as can be she said, “Now if you’ll excuse us, Miss Ronnie… Harry and I are going to be busy for the next couple hours or so, making Love, wonderful sweet Love. with his beautiful huge HARD COCK giving me orgasm after orgasm as he always does… You… you can suck a dick”
The look of Ron’s face was deliciously delightful to see, he was broke, she done it, she paid him back for Harry’s and her pain. She knew it would take Ron a long time to finally work it out and cure himself, years if ever… Maybe he’ll start seeking for the other team… she really didn’t care.
He just looked at her, cup in hand..
“Now bugger off Roniee… Don’t come back!”.
Taking her husband’s hand and leading him towards the stairs. “Dobby, please show, huh this woofter out, after he finish his tea and please change the wards, he‘s not welcome here anymore”
“Yes Mistress Hermione Potter”
Ron sat there with that tea cup in his hand stupefied, ‘How could she… to ME‘.
He heard slight sounds of love making, getting louder, then Hermione’s screams of pleasure. He looked at Dobby, and Dobby only shrugged “theys at it again”.
Ron set the cup down and Dobby escorted him to the door, “she never sounded like that with me” he mumbled as the door closed behind him.
Dobby smiled.
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My sister and I were stuck home and bored on a cold wet day.
a sister discovers her brother’s voyeurism of her
“My man is away on business and I am very horny,” I tell Maria my much younger and very attractive hairdresser.
I enjoy telling my girlfriends, especially my hairdresser about my sex life. They are fascinated when I tell them about the second man I have around once a month while my partner watches and joins in.
Chuck has a daughter that is coming of age, he is ill prepared for what happens next
Light poured in through George’s bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn’t exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn’t supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn’t have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George’s white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George’s boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George’s presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn’t believe she was real, his mind couldn’t grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn’t know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
“I uh, I wasn’t listening or anything,” he stammered, “I was just um, on my way to the kitc…”
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn’t think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, “Good mor … I mean afternoon Master.”
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. “Are … are you real?” he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, “This feels real to me, Master.”
“Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?” said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, “I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you.”
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant…”
“You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?” she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. “No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you.”
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. “Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George.”
“I am sorry Ma … I mean George,” she rolled her eyes at her blunder. “It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave.”
“Do you really believe that you are a slave?” he asked.
“Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant.”
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn’t sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn’t want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn,” he said as he stroked her silky hair, “I’ve never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren’t going to disappear…”
“I will not,” she said quickly.
“I believe you,” he amended, “Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I’m sorry if I’m not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn’t live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don’t deserve to, ignore it, because it’s wrong. Okay?”
Dawn didn’t answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. “What did you say, Dawn?” he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. “Wait Dawn, don’t say it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“I … I don’t know. I’m just … not ready for that.”
She looked down and nodded. “Very well. Um … would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”
“I don’t really mind if you call me Master, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.”
“Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.
He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It’s not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master.”
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn’t suppress a grin. “What was that for,” he asked.
“That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of.”
He scratched his head nervously, “I guess. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”
“As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless.”
“Alright well, I’m starving. Let’s get some breakf … I mean lunch.” They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn’s outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn’t help but get hard again.
“By the way, I love your outfit,” said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, “I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies.”
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. “Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind.”
She gasped in mock astonishment, “You mean this behind?” She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn’t know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. “You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you.”
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn’t deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. “Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong.”
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
“Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl’s sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man’s clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!”
“You mean the only night of your life,” added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
“But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?” She was really hamming it up, but she didn’t move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. “You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don’t think you are nearly as innocent as you say.”
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. “No, no! What would her … parents think! They worked … so hard … to raise her right! She … is a good girl … oh!” She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, “So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She … she…” She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn’t been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. “Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!”
George couldn’t take any more. He didn’t know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
“So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?” asked George.
“I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch,” said Dawn smiling.
“Oh really?” he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, “Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever.”
He kissed her, “Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!” He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
“Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don’t want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly.”
“Aww, a shower sounds like fun,” she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
“Have I told yet how amazing you are?” he asked.
“Not today,” she said sweetly.
“Well come on, I’ll tell you over lunch.” He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn’t joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George’s awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn’t peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn’s curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George’s side. “Can I help?” she asked happily.
“Sure, babe,” he handed her a large plastic spoon, “stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone.”
“Okay. Babe,” she said heavily.
“Oh sorry,” he laughed nervously, “That just sort of slipped out. My … nothing, sorry.”
“It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, its not important,” he said shortly.
“Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!” said Dawn in mock anguish.
“Well, it’s just … my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think.”
“Oh,” she said in quiet astonishment. “What did your Mother call him?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair.” She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. “You see George, the rebellion begins.”
“Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff.”
Dawn brightened, “Aww, they sound cute together.”
“Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her.”
“That is so romantic!” she squealed. “Now I know where you get it from.”
“Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame.”
“Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that.”
“She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it.” He flipped the chicken, “Good times, good times.”
“George.”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You can call me babe if you want to.”
George’s stomach did a back flip. He wasn’t use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
“So where did that little role play come from?” he asked.
Dawn said, “It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was … hot.”
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, “I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of.”
“Well that doesn’t sound that surprising,” said George, “you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient.”
“Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore … Oh, sorry, pardon my language.”
George laughed and said, “Liking sex doesn’t make you a whore.”
“It doesn’t?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you’ve done is use sex to show affection. If that’s not the most noble usage of sex, then I don’t know what is.”
“That is true I suppose. Thank you George.” She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. “Besides, I already have what I want.”
Dawn continued, “The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children.”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities.” Suddenly he realized that they hadn’t taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. “Can you … uh … you know?”
“Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well.”
“What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?” George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn’t quite sure how to ask about them.
“Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry.” She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. “Where should I start?” she thought out loud.
“Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you’re really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you’re smoking hot. Other than that, I’m pretty much in the dark. Why don’t you just start at the beginning and we’ll go from there.”
“Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start.” She added laughing, “And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?”
“The beginning.”
“Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son.”
“Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you’re a dude?” he asked worried.
“No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I was…” she dragged out, “but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like.” She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn’t really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, “Hey mister! Those are mine,” she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
“Nuh uh, they’re mine. You’re just holding them for me,” he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
“H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles,” she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they’re closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George’s dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, “I really like this. I like being here with you, like this.”
“Me too,” was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. “So? Are you satisfied?” she asked with a smile.
“Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy.”
“Well that is a relief,” she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. “Chicken’s done. How are those noodles coming?”
“Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?” she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they’re faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George’s stomach did another back-flip.
“Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I’ll add the chicken.”
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George’s amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
“Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?”
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. “It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?” asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. “Uh, boy,” he said finally.
“Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley.”
“That’s terrible,” said George somberly.
“Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer’s wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother’s plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine.”
“Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of,” marveled George. “So, what did she wish for?” He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn’s tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. “She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live.”
George was taken aback. “Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?”
Dawn nodded.
“That’s … that’s awesome,” he said quietly.
“When the Major Genie heard my mother’s wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother’s tar.”
“And you think, that I’m that person?”
She nodded.
George didn’t know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn’s story, and her mother’s wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn’s vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. “George, what are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake.”
Appalled, she asked, “Why would you say that, George?”
“Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I’m not anyone special. I’m just, just…”
“Just George.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute.”
“I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I’ve never been particularly courageous or adventurous.”
“I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel.”
George sighed, “You may not believe this Dawn, but I’m kind of a loser. I wasn’t on the honor roll, I wasn’t captain of the football team, I’ve never left the country, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve only had one friend in my entire life.”
“All those things may be true, but that doesn’t make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser.”
“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”
She laughed. “You got me there.”
George still wasn’t convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn’t like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”
“I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere.” She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
“Do you miss her?” asked George.
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By rutger5 (An original story Copyright 2013)
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Intro: Don the degenerate doorman ‘helps out’ drunk fashionista Emily.
It wasn’t the first time that Wednesday night that I stood and stretched my tired body to help prevent my muscles from cramping up on me. It was a quarter to eleven and my double shift was mercifully drawing to a close. Ivan, the regular doorman during the three to eleven shift had needed to take a few days off and as was often the case in the building some of us had filled the breach with me taking this particular shift.
Stan, the doorman who’d be relieving me to work the graveyard shift had already arrived and was in the locker room changing into his uniform. Stifling a yawn I headed outside to get a sniff of the pleasant spring air. It was a relatively quiet night in the heart of Manhattan and in spite of the seasonable May temperature the street was mostly deserted with only a few stragglers out and about.
I was just about to return to the lobby and in fact my hand was on the door handle when I heard a car pull up in front of the building. Turning I saw a yellow taxi had stopped there and it seemed as if the driver was engaged in an animated conversation with the passenger in back. Waiting out front in case it was necessary to hold the door I watched as the driver appeared to be pleading with the passenger until he threw his hands up in the air in apparent frustration. When he observed me watching he climbed out of the cab and headed in my direction.
“Hello sir” he said with a heavy accent “but maybe it is possible that you help me. You work in this building, no?”
“Yes I do. What seems to be the problem?” I inquired.
“My passenger says she lives here in building but I can’t get her out of the car. She give me the address and I drive her here but she is just sitting in the back crying. I think she is drunk, I don’t want to call police but what else can I do?”
“You did the right thing in coming to me, my friend” I told him as I walked to the cab and looked inside. “How much does she owe you?”
“Eighteen dollars sir.”
“Here you go. Can you print me a receipt while I help her out? For tax purposes” I explained as I handed him thirty dollars.
“Thank you sir. I get for you right away.”
I then turned my attention to the passenger huddled in the back seat who did indeed live in the building and I’d even held the door for her when she left earlier in the evening. She was subletting an apartment on the 6th floor from a long time tenant who was abroad for a year on business. Opening the door to the back seat I stuck my head inside after first removing my doorman hat.
“Good evening miss” I said in my most soothing tone “do you require any assistance getting out?”
“Huh, what?” she replied as she turned to look at me and her face was a mess.
Don’t misunderstand, she was a very striking and attractive young woman but at that moment her eyes were swollen and puffy and her mascara had left black streaks down the length of her face. Her designer blouse had what appeared to be a big wine stain on it while her short skirt had ridden up so high I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her black panties. Normally she was very put together with not a hair out of place but it was plain that something had upset her badly for when she’d left a few hours before she had seemed in high spirits. She stared blankly at me for a moment when sudden recognition lit up her pretty, tear stained face.
“I know you, don’t I? You opened the door for me tonight, right?”
“That’s correct miss and now I’m here to hold it for you again. You’ve arrived home.”
“Oh, did I? Okay” she replied after which she wiped the tears from her eyes then struggled to get out of the car.
I took a step back to give her some room and at that moment the cabby handed me the receipt which I took with a nod and slipped into my pocket. Fortunately for her I turned my attention back in her direction at that instant for no sooner had she clambered from the cab than she stumbled over the curb. Springing into action I caught her in my arms before she could execute a perfect face dive.
She had let out a shriek which was cut short when her body collided with mine and my strong arms encircled and drew her into my chest. It felt so nice having her soft, pliant body pressed against mine that for a moment I just cradled her. We remained like that until I realized we were standing on the street where anyone could see. My hands moved to her shoulders where they steadied her body before releasing her.
“Are you all right miss?” I asked her, my voice dripping with concern.
She took a minute to answer as she took stock of herself to make sure everything was okay before then blinking a couple of times as her big blue eyes met mine and she considered what I’d said.
“Yes I’m okay, but only because of you. Thanks for catching me, if you hadn’t…”
“Well no worries since I did. You ladies have to be careful when you wear such high heels” I told her in a matter of fact tone as my eyes fell upon the very high Jimmy Choo heels that adorned her seemingly perfect feet.
“Oh those, yeah they’re high, I think almost five inches. But it’s probably because I had too much wine to drink tonight.”
“Really. Well let’s get you into the building then so there won’t be any more problems tonight. May I offer you my arm, miss?” I asked solicitously.
“Okay, but I can trust you right…sorry I don’t even know your name. I suppose I should though, I’ve lived here for three months now.”
“No need to be sorry miss. My name is Don and yes you may trust me for I’m here to help” I told her as I guided her to the front door.
It took a bit of doing to hold the door open while still steadying her but I managed to accomplish this and get her inside the lobby before Stan managed to get off his lazy ass to hold the door. He saw the condition she was in and raised his eyebrows and all I could do was shrug helplessly in reply as I assisted her toward the elevators.
“Almost there now miss, we’ll have you in your apartment in no time” I told her like I would a child and it didn’t go over well with the drunk young woman for no sooner did I say it then she pulled free of me.
“First of all my name isn’t miss. I have a name – its Emily. And please stop patronizing me, I’m not two years old. I’m just a little tipsy is all.”
“I’m sorry Emily that I offended you, it wasn’t my intention. I was just hoping to get you home with no further complications. As soon as you’re safely there I won’t trouble you any further.”
“Sure just like every other man I’ve met. Can’t wait to get away from me as fast as you can” she replied as she leaned against the wall for support.
There was no way I or anyone else for that matter would win with Emily in the condition she was in though her last words gave me a pretty clear insight into the reason why she was upset. During the time I hit the elevator call button I turned away from Emily for a second and when I looked back she was in the process of sliding down the wall until she wound up sitting on the rug.
“Whoops I don’t understand it, now I’m on the floor” she said with a giggle before bursting into tears.
Ignoring the elevator whose doors had opened I approached Emily and bent down to speak with her and as I did my eyes took a fast peek at her lower half. Her skirt was now almost up to her waist, not only revealing her long smooth legs but her black silk panties as well and the sight caused me to forget how tired I was and to think about other, sordid possibilities.
“Whenever you’re ready Emily I can help you to your feet if you like” I told her after tearing my eyes away from her naked limbs.
“Okay Don, I’m ready” she said brushing away her tears and then extending her dainty hand in my direction.
My hand gripped hers at which time she pulled herself up with some assistance from me. No sooner had Emily regained her feet however than she staggered into me when she tried to take a step forward at which time she wrapped her arms around me to steady herself. Like had happened before on the street when her body met mine all I could think about was how nice she felt pressed against me and I was reluctant to release her.
But with Stan not far away as well as the lobby under constant video surveillance I knew better than to prolong this so I gently removed her arms from me and pulled her into the elevator. Not wanting her to fall again I kept my hand on her shoulder as we rode up to the sixth floor. It wasn’t until we reached her floor and the doors opened that tipsy young Emily realized that her skirt had ridden up almost to her waist.
“Wait one minute, don’t want to give any neighbors a free show” she told me as she tugged it down and as she did my narrowed eyes watched her like a rapacious bird of prey.
After she finished she looked my way and her eyes widened when she saw my burning gaze fixed on her shapely posterior. For a second I thought she was going to say something but instead she smiled slightly and walked off the elevator in the direction of her apartment with me trailing behind. And unless I was mistaken Emily exaggerated the sway of her round hips as she weaved her way down the hall.
When we arrived at her door she began rummaging through her purse though from her muttered curses she was having a hard time locating her keys. Finally with a cry of triumph she pulled her hand out clutching a key ring at which time she managed to drop her open purse and scatter all the contents across the carpeted hallway in all directions.
“Don’t worry about that Emily” I told her “you open the door and I’ll get your stuff for you.”
She had looked like she wanted to cry again after she dropped her purse but my words seemed to placate her.
“Okay Don, thanks” she answered as I crouched down and began to gather together the spilled items.
There was her cell phone and wallet of course along with other things that were standard fare for a young woman living in the big city. She must smoke for there was a pack of light cigarettes with a lighter as well as a tin of mints and a tube of lipstick. The most interesting item to my mind was the pack of condoms which were thin for ‘greater sensitivity’ they claimed. Personally I had no need of such artificial means for I’d been snipped many years before but they showed that Emily was ripe for the picking. Stuffing all the items back in her purse I stood up by which time she had managed to open the door and disappear inside the apartment.
“Emily, I have your purse” I called out as I stepped inside the empty foyer. When there was no answer I called out again, this time a little louder “Emily?”
“Can you please come here for a minute Don” came her faint reply.
Closing the door I first put down her purse and my hat and then followed the sound of her voice which emanated from beyond the apartment’s living room. Down a hall and through the first door to the left I found her kneeling on the bathroom floor before the porcelain throne.
“I don’t feel so good Don” she said in a sad sounding voice.
“Do you want me to stay for a little while Emily?”
She nodded yes like a little girl would, her pale blue eyes pleading with me, but I was more focused on the swell of her buttocks as they strained against the tight skirt she was wearing. Many a time I’d fucked some drunken woman in a bar or club bathroom so I found her current position very arousing. On top of that I remembered when her skirt was by her waist and how sweet her ass had looked in her bikini panties. Needless to say my cock was half hard in my pants when I knelt down and gently stroked her auburn hair while pulling it back away from her face.
“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” I asked her in my kindest sounding voice.
“I’m not sure, I feel a little queasy. I didn’t eat much today and I drank too much.”
“Oh, you poor thing” I told her sympathetically. “You have to remember to pace yourself if you’re drinking and not do it on an empty stomach.”
“I’m sorry but I was so upset.”
“No reason to tell me you’re sorry Emily, just saying for future reference is all.”
“You’re right I know but I wasn’t thinking clearly. Do you know what its like to be told during appetizers that you’re getting dumped for someone else? And I thought we were out celebrating our one month anniversary tonight.”
“Well all I can say is he must be an idiot Emily to dump a lovely young lady like you.”
When I said that I saw more than one emotion cross her face rapidly although the sad look won out in the end.
“No, I wish that was the case but its not. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. No he was right.”
“Emily you have to remember that a young man doesn’t know what he’s looking for and probably isn’t smart enough to realize what he has…”
“That’s not it Don. Malcolm isn’t young, he’s almost fifty and he knows what he wants and I’m not it is all.”
“Well there you go. Maybe the difference in ages was too much…” I began but before I could finish she started to shake her head no.
“It isn’t that. The girl he left me for is only two years older than I am. It was the same thing that happened back in college with Professor Plumb only that time she was the same age as I am. No it’s me Don, no man wants a girl who can’t satisfy them in bed.”
It wasn’t often that I was speechless but Emily’s words caught me by surprise and I had no idea how best to reply to them. Staring at her sexy body as she knelt on the floor it was pretty obvious there was no issue there. Most men would give an awful lot for a chance to tap her so it must have been some other reason that was causing her problems. We remained like that for a few minutes and while we did I wracked my brain trying to formulate a plan to take advantage of the situation. Of course my eyes were feasting on her figure as I did, so when she spoke it broke the spell and made me look at her face.
“Don, you’re a man, can I ask you for some advice?”
“Certainly Emily, I’ll do my best” I replied.
“Thank you and please be honest, no matter what. Lying to make me feel better won’t help. I need the truth if I’m going to improve things.”
“Okay.”
“What kind of girl does a man want? I don’t mean how she looks. I know some men like girls with blond hair or big boobs or whatever superficial preference. I mean what does he expect from her?”
That was a tricky spot she put me in but I saw an opportunity to turn it in my favor though I had to consider my words carefully or risk blowing it. The first thing was to delay her a bit to allow me to fine tune what I was going to say.
“I’ll be glad to answer you Emily but let me ask you something first. Are you feeling a little better? Because it would be more comfortable to not be having this conversation on the bathroom floor. Are you feeling up to getting off the floor and sitting down?”
She paused before answering but she nodded her head yes after thinking about it. Once I stood I reached down and helped Emily to her feet after which we went into the living room where she sat on the couch.
“Would you like some water to hydrate?”
“Yes please Don. You are so sweet” she told me and boy she had no clue.
If she knew what I was really thinking those wouldn’t have been the words out of her lips. Lips I was imagining wrapped around my hard cock as she sucked. In her refrigerator I found a pitcher of water with lemons in it so I poured her a glass. There were also two bottles of beer, they were light but beggars can’t be choosers so I removed one.
“Emily, I notice you have some beer as well. It’s been a long day and night for me, do you mind if I have one?” I asked her.
“Of course not, take one. Yeah I usually have some there, I guess you can take the girl out of Wisconsin but you can’t take Wisconsin out of the girl.”
“From the Midwest, huh? No wonder you’re so sweet and innocent” I replied making her blush while handing her the glass.
So a minute later I was sitting next to her on the couch and after drinking half the beer I turned her way.
“I could tell you what I like in a woman but that isn’t really what you want. First I need you to say why you think it’s your fault about things never working out.”
“Maybe because that’s what they tell me Don. Tonight Malcolm said he is too old to try and train someone to please him. ‘If you don’t know what to do by the time you’re twenty three then what’s the point?’ he said. And Professor Plumb called me a prude and said it was too bad I wasn’t Catholic because I’d have made a great nun.”
“Okay” I said holding up a hand to stop her from saying more and probably becoming more upset. “Let me ask you something and you answer truthfully. Do you like having sex Emily? Because you’re very attractive so most guys would have interest in you.”
She bit her lip before she answered and when she spoke her eyes darted about, not willing to meet mine.
“I do, I like sex Don. But I am kind of inhibited, I guess. I mean when I’m having it I have a good time and enjoy it but I’m pretty passive” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“But?” I added for I could tell she wanted to say more.
“Well, the thing is, I was raised a certain way. My mom died when I was young so it was just me and my father. He loves me I think, but he was never one to talk about things like emotions let alone about sex. When I first had my period he gave me a box of ‘feminine products’ as he called them and a textbook on human sexuality with a bookmark at the relevant section. He was a science teacher so to him that made sense, I guess.”
“So you had no woman to talk with about stuff growing up.”
“Well I talked with my friends some but it wasn’t like they were experts either plus of course the internet. So I kind of muddled my way through puberty. The only other guidance I got from him was when I was fourteen and a neighbor girl got pregnant. He told me in a solemn tone that he couldn’t imagine what her poor parents were going through, everyone in town knowing their daughter was a harlot as he put it. Needless to say I was very repressed and was too scared to date until much later than all my friends. Even when I started I didn’t let my father know because I knew he wouldn’t approve of any of the boys.”
“So if you don’t mind me asking how did you ever get beyond that to start having sex?”
“I don’t think I’ve gotten beyond my upbringing. That might be why I still have problems with men. I lost my virginity after the senior prom in high school but my ‘boyfriend’ if you can call him that was a total jerk who only cared about pleasing himself. So when I went away to college and Professor Plumb showed interest in me I thought finally here is my chance. He wasn’t some young guy only caring about himself and getting off, he was a mature man of the world who would treat me right. What a joke! He was a total sex maniac and I was just one in a long line of students he bedded. I didn’t care though and I would have continued going out with him but he dumped me for a less inhibited girl. Then I hoped when I moved to New York things would improve but it’s still happening to me.”
“Let me ask you about that. Why move here in the first place, this city has a reputation for being decadent?”
“That’s what my father said, Sodom and Gomorrah on the Hudson he calls this place. But the fashion industry is my life’s passion, that’s what I went to school for. I know right now I’m not good enough to be an actual designer but I took some business and writing courses to go along with those on design. Right now I’m working for a major designer while trying to write articles on fashion as a freelancer as well.”
“You also seem to favor older men, much older it seems. Any thoughts why?”
“Well my high school boyfriend was my age and he was immature and selfish so I figured I’d be better off with someone older. I don’t know, older men seem more attractive and distinguished looking to me.”
Now I’m no psychiatrist (though I have held open the door for many) but you didn’t have to be Sigmund Freud to read between the lines in regard to what Emily really meant. So we sat there a while after this and I did my best to look like I was contemplating what she’d said when I was really plotting what was to follow. After finishing my beer I met her eyes then took a deep breath before speaking.
“Okay Emily, I believe I can help if you let me. I just need for you to answer another question. Do you ever masturbate?”
“Y-y-yes, s- s-sometimes.”
“How often? A lot?”
“N-n-no, not a lot. Every now and then when I get real worked up and need relief and there’s nobody to help me.”
“Do you use anything to masturbate, like a vibrator maybe?”
“No, I’ve never owned a vibrator in my life. Sometimes in the shower I let the water hit me there or I rub myself with a shampoo bottle or something.”
“Any other objects?” I asked while imagining Emily naked in the shower with the water hitting her clit which made my hard cock twitch in my pants.
“When I was younger sometimes I used my hairbrush.”
“Lucky hairbrush” I replied with a leer causing Emily to blush uncontrollably. “Now go get a brush.”
“You want me to get one now, but why?”
“To help you conquer your inhibitions Emily. Listen you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but remember that I’m just trying to help. It’s up to you. But right now you’re open to change and the alcohol you had will help with that. If you do what I say we can get you over the hump I think. Your choice.”
“O-o-okay, I’ll do it” she said as she stood.
“Good girl, Daddy Don is proud of you” I said to raise the stakes higher.
She blanched when hearing what I called myself but it seemed as if she was serious about trying to change and without another word she walked from the room with my eyes locked on her ass as she did. Emily returned a couple of minutes later with a hairbrush in her hand and apprehension on her pretty face.
“Are you normally dressed when you masturbate Emily?”
“No.”
“Well then maybe you should take off your clothes.”
I sat there impassively as she undressed but internally was another matter. My heart beat faster as each article of clothing came off and my cock swelled until it felt like it might burst. She had removed her blouse first and her full breasts looked spectacular even partially covered by her Agent Provocateur brassiere and when she removed that I felt my mouth go dry. She next unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it leaving her only in her heels and black panties.
“Leave the heels on” I ordered her, my voice sounding hoarse to me.
She nodded then looked at the floor as she slipped her fingers under the waistband and slid her panties down. I let out a low whistle seeing her hairless mound and when I caught a glimpse of her pink as she removed the silky lingerie I had to stop myself from standing. Instead I clenched my hands into balls while my eyes devoured every inch of her nude form.
“Breathtaking is all I can say Emily, you are truly a beautiful young woman.”
“Thanks” she replied shyly.
“Now I want you to go to the window and open the curtains.”
“O-o-open the curtains?”
“Yes – open them now!” I demanded.
She swallowed hard but then her face took on a determined expression and as I watched she reached out and pulled the curtains wide exposing herself to any who could see into the sixth floor window.
“Now Emily sit your sexy ass on the windowsill so you’re sideways.”
Once she was settled with one leg resting on the sill and the other hanging down I stood and moved closer to her though I didn’t want to come close enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
“Play with your breasts to start with Emily, nice and slow if you don’t mind.”
After putting the brush on the sill her hands reached up and cupped her full breasts and then squeezed them, gently at first.
“Pinch those nipples now. Make them nice and hard” I instructed her and she wasted no time in following my words to the letter.
She let out a little gasp when they hardened from her touch and she threw her head back a little while biting her lip from the feeling it gave her.
“That’s it Emily. Just imagine all the men in the building across the street watching while you do this. They’re getting very turned on from what you’re up to. Right now some of them are getting hard and starting to play with their cocks imagining being with you. Does that thought turn you on?”
Emily looked at me after I said this and her mouth opened in surprise when she saw I was in the process of removing my swollen erection from my trousers. I smiled at her as my hand started to stroke my thick cock and already there was some pre-cum oozing out the slit.
“Move one of your hands to your pussy Emily.”
Her hand trembled slightly as it moved off her aroused nipple and down her body winding up at the sweet nexus between her thighs. While I watched Emily pet her little hairless pussy I continued stroking my rock hard cock and more than once I had to stop myself from going too fast. Better to let her overcome her inhibitions slowly rather then rushing her and having a setback with my plan.
“How does it feel playing with yourself, are you getting turned on yet Em?”
“Yes I am, it feels so good” she managed to reply as her breathing quickened from her body’s arousal.
“Is your pretty, pink pussy getting all wet and juicy?”
“It is, I’m so wet right now.”
“Then show me Emily. Spread your lips wide so I can see your juices, show Daddy Don.”
She gulped in reaction to my words but her slender fingers did what I asked and pushed her lips apart. I could see the sheen of fluids in her tiny twat as she opened it for my viewing pleasure when inspiration gifted me another idea.
“Bring your other hand down and put your finger in your pussy for me Em.”
When her fingertip slid inside it made a squishy sound as it entered after which Emily began to make mewing sounds but I didn’t let her keep it there too long.
“Okay, that’s enough for now, let me see your finger.”
She removed her finger and presented it to me for approval and I took her hand in mine as my tongue slowly licked the tasty juices off it.
“Hmmm, you taste so good Em. Your puss is delish, I can’t wait to eat you” I told her. “Does that turn you on?”
“Oh God yes, I’m so turned on.”
“I’m so turned on Daddy Don” I corrected her. “Now play with your clit and you can put your finger back inside your hot little pussy as well if you like” I said as I released her hand.
“I’m so turned on…Daddy Don” she told me as her digit re-entered her channel.
“Slide it in and out” I told her and again Emily wasted no time in following my directive.
Her slender finger disappeared inside her only to re-emerge covered with her nectar before starting the process anew. Wanting to get a better view I moved closer to her and crouched so my face was on the same level as her sweet, fragrant pussy. There I watched her finger being gripped by her inner lips as it worked in deeper then it pulled back when I noticed the forgotten hairbrush sitting nearby. It was made of hard pink plastic and had a narrow handle before widening at the section where the bristles were attached.
“Emily I want you to take your finger out of your pussy and replace it with your hairbrush.”
“You want me to put it inside me? I’ve never done that before. I used to just rub it on the outside of me.”
“You mean you used to rub it on the outside of your pussy. I want you to use that word when that’s what you’re talking about, or you can say cunt if you prefer. You have to remember what we’re doing here is trying to cure your prudishness.”
“Okay, I’ll try but it’s not easy after all these years” she told me after taking a deep breath. “I used to rub it on the outside of my pussy Daddy Don.”
“Good girl Em. To start with then just do that and we’ll go from there.”
She picked up the brush and true to her word started to slide it back and forth in the furrow of her pussy. The rigid plastic handle split her wet lips as she moved it up and down while her other hand continued to play with her erect clit, alternating rubbing and pinching the erect nubbin.
“That is so fucking hot Emily, you’re turning me on so much. Damn you are one sexy girl, just the way your Daddy Don likes them. Now I want you to fuck yourself with the hairbrush, put in in your tight little pussy. Can you do that for me?”
Emily nodded her head and as I watched she adjusted the brush in her hand so the end was aimed at her wet opening. She let out a moan as it started to penetrate her and once a couple of inches had worked their way inside then her young body stiffened and tensed as her hand continued to feverishly rub her clit.
“That’s it baby girl, cum for me” I told her though by this time my words of encouragement were no longer needed.
Emily let out a wail after which she bit her lower lip hard as her pale face reddened and glorious orgasm overtook her. That was the final straw that broke my control and I could no longer take just remaining a spectator as the young woman climaxed in front of me. I rose from the crouch I’d been in and leaned my head forward until my mouth clamped on her erect nipple. Emily moaned and when my hand covered hers and guided the handle deeper inside her the moan became louder.
My lips released her nipple then kissed their way up until finding her sweet mouth and she tasted like wine to me. Emily eagerly responded to my kiss, in fact as soon as my mouth opened her nimble tongue slipped inside to wrestle with mine. During this our hands continued to work the hard pink handle in and out of her tight pussy as deep as it could go. Meanwhile my hard cock rubbed against the smooth, silky skin of her dangling leg leaving a trail of clear, sticky pre-cum wherever it touched and inflaming my passion to the boiling point.
With some reluctance I broke the kiss but only so I could sample Emily’s womanly essence. My mouth now worked down her aroused body from her slender neck to her hairless mound, leaving a trail of burning hot kisses wherever it went. Finally it zeroed in on her erect little berry and my lips closed around it and sucked hard while all the while I continued to fuck her with the brush handle.
This pushed Emily’s body into another orgasm, this one more intense than the last judging by her reaction. She thrashed about wildly and the fingers from her hand not on the brush dug into the flesh of my shoulder as she let out a series of low moans as she came. When her trembling subsided I released her clit from between my lips and straightened my body so I could look her in the eye.
Emily wore the expression of a satisfied woman though we had just begun and had much more to do before concluding. My hand guided hers in removing the brush from her pussy at which time I brought it up near her face. The handle was slick with her juices and I touched her lips with it.
“Suck on it Emily until none of your pussy juice is left there.”
Without batting an eye Em opened her mouth and slipped it inside and began sucking. By this time my cock was so hard and ached so badly that I didn’t know how I was still thinking straight but I had one more task to complete before thinking of my own satisfaction. I removed the brush from her mouth then stared at her until she blushed and cast her baby blues down unwilling to meet my gaze.
“How did you like the taste of your pussy Emily? Enquiring minds want to know.”
Her face got even redder from my bold question and she gave me no answer and continued to avoid making eye contact until my hand took her by her chin and tilted her pretty face up.
“It would’ve been polite if you gave me an answer but that’s okay Em. I know how good you taste and now so do you even if you’re not ready to say it. I think we’ve made good progress so far though we still have a ways to go. I have to say for someone so repressed you have managed to exceed my initial expectations. Masturbating by an open window so anyone can see is a step in the right direction, one might even say it’s naughty. And naughty girls need to be disciplined” I told her while making my voice harsher for the last sentence and causing Emily’s blue eyes to open wide from my tone.
I took one step back after which I spoke again.
“Get off the windowsill now and face outside Emily.”
She scrambled into position and once she had I pushed her upper half down so she was bent at the waist.
“Now put the palms of your hands flat on the sill and look straight out the window” I instructed her and as soon as she complied I used my foot to move one of her feet further from the other.
“Were you ever spanked when you were a girl?”
“N-n-no, my father didn’t believe in corporal punishment. He believed it was more productive to reason with me instead.”
“Well I can tell you that Daddy Don is a firm believer in spanking. In my opinion when you spare the rod you spoil the girl and that’s the root of your problem I believe. I’m not going to make the same mistake” I growled right before I brought the brush handle across her taut buttocks.
Emily let out a yelp when it connected with her supple ass and her body flinched a bit so I placed my free hand on the small of her back to hold her in place. For the next couple of minutes I rained down blows on her defenseless flesh as she squirmed and cried though I give her credit for not asking me to stop. I did my best to space the blows out and not hit the same spot too often while making sure every inch of her sweet ass received the attention it so richly deserved.
The reason I stopped wasn’t because I felt sorry for Emily or thought she couldn’t take more but it was my lust finally got the better of me. Since seeing her panties in the cab I’d desired her and my cock had been erect since she’d been kneeling on the bathroom floor and I couldn’t wait any longer. Dropping the brush to the floor I grabbed my shaft as I positioned myself directly behind her. When my swollen head first brushed against her wet sex she gasped and as I rubbed it on the outside of her lips it turned to a moan.
“Emily I want you to take hold of my hard cock and guide it to your pussy, but that’s only if you want me to fuck you.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth then her right hand moved from the sill and reached back between her thighs. It was my turn to gasp when her warm hand wrapped around me and she wasted no time in bringing me to her gates of paradise. Once she positioned me at her hole I pushed forward, my head forcing its way inside her tight, pink pussy. It was slow going as she adjusted to me for I was much wider than the brush handle but through perseverance and Em’s natural lubricant progress was made until only a couple of inches of cock remained outside her.
“All right Emily, we’re almost there” I told her as I marshaled my energy for the final push. “When I say now I want you to push your ass back towards me, okay?”
She nodded her head in reply at which time I said okay. Emily pushed back while I thrust forward burying my cock to its limit as my pelvis collided with her ass and my swinging balls slapped her clit. My hands grabbed her hips which allowed me to pull her into my forward thrusts as we built up a fast rhythm. The room was soon filled with the scent of her arousal and the sounds of our coupling bodies meeting.
While watching my cock slide in and out of her clinging flesh I have to admit that my attention was drawn by the puckered rosebud just above her pussy. It seemed to be calling to me as I drove my cock to its limit a few inches beneath and I felt it would be a good test to see if Emily was winning the battle versus ingrained prudishness. However it would have to wait for I had no intention of stopping until I filled her pussy with my cum.
My body bent at the waist until my chest and stomach were brushing the soft skin of Em’s back and it felt hot to the touch and excited me further than I already was. My lips kissed the back of her sweaty neck as my hands slid from her hips and traveled to her swaying breasts which they seized roughly. I felt her pussy muscles contract on me when I grabbed her and she pushed her ass to meet me.
“That’s it Emily, fuck me like you mean it” I grunted as my hips increased their speed. “I can’t take much more of this, I’m gonna blow my load!”
My hands squeezed her pillowy breasts while I continued pumping as hard as I could until I felt it begin. I managed a couple of more thrusts when the sublime feeling of my balls releasing their semen overcame me as I drove deep in Em one final time. After that my body remained motionless as my cock swelled then spewed its thick, creamy ejaculate deep in Emily’s puss.
“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” I called out as I fired spurt after spurt in her.
“Don, wait, don’t cum in me” she said in a sudden panic as she felt my discharge filling her vaginal tunnel.
“It’s too late for that Em, but no need to worry. I was fixed years ago so I can’t get you pregnant if that’s what you’re worried about” I whispered in her ear as the last drop of my cum seeped into her vagina.
With a groan I let go of her breasts then straightened my body before reaching down and encircling the base of my cock with my hand.
“Get ready Em, I’m going to pull out of you and when I do I want you to suck my cock clean of both our juices. Do you think you can do that like a real naughty girl would?”
“You just watch me Daddy Don” she replied in a determined voice after which I stepped back allowing my softening member to slide from her welcoming depths.
Emily was true to her word and as soon as I slipped free she turned around while staying bent over. Her hand grasped my shaft and a second later her mouth took my head inside and she kept going, swallowing more of me until my tip hit the entrance to her throat.
“That’s it Emily, don’t forget to use your tongue while you’re at it. Lick up all that cum from both of us.”
She did as I asked and once the part in her mouth was licked clean she pulled her mouth off me and then began to run her tongue on the section that hadn’t fit in her mouth. Not only was she doing a great job of removing fluids but her efforts were also helping me retain my erection for the most part. My hands took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to a standing position and once they had I kissed her dirty mouth hard.
Emily eagerly returned my kiss and letting my cock loose she wrapped her arms around my waist drawing our bodies close. My three quarter erection pushed into her belly due to our height differential as our tongues wrestled and we swapped spit until I broke the kiss.
“Your call Em, but what do you say about heading into your bedroom and continuing this there?”
“I say yes!” she told me while taking my hand and leading me from the window.
A minute later found us again kissing as we stood in front of her bed. Seeing no need to delay things I pulled my mouth from hers with the intent of pushing her onto the mattress when I noticed it was covered by many scattered items of clothing. No doubt Emily like most women I’d known had tried on multiple outfits before deciding on a final one to wear that evening. Knowing she took fashion seriously and had some expensive designer clothes I bent and scooped the clothing up and tossed it onto a chair clearing a space where I then pushed her onto her back. She looked up at me with a little smile as I quickly began to remove my clothing.
No sooner had I undressed then I climbed on top of her and guided my cock into her well fucked pussy. Emily squealed as I worked back inside her and once I bottomed out her lithe legs wrapped around me. I ground my pelvis against hers and she did her best to match me, rotating her hips as much as she was able to in her current position. Her pussy was very wet and was dripping vaginal fluids which coated both our thighs and seeped down to the sheets below.
“I don’t know for sure Em, but I have a feeling you might have conquered your prudishness. Have to see if you can do this while sober but the signs look promising” I whispered in her ear as I repeatedly filled her pussy with my hard meat.
“Oh, I think you’re right, thanks to you Daddy Don” she groaned in reply and a minute later I felt her teeth clamp on my shoulder and her pussy contract on my cock as she came.
When her spasms subsided I figured now was the time to approach her on what I’d been desiring since first seeing her beautiful round ass. I re-positioned my body so my torso was perpendicular to the bed while kneeling on the bed as I continued to drive my full length inside her. After a minute or two my hands grabbed behind her knees and pushed her legs up to her chest. That allowed me to go even deeper in her tight little pussy and it felt so good that even though I wanted more I had to savor this for a little longer.
It worked out well for with her body the way it was Emily was soon crying out loudly and when I accidentally slipped out of her she gushed out a large volume of liquid soaking us both. Her face became even redder than it had been before.
“Sorry” she said quietly.
“Don’t be” I replied. “That’s a remnant of prudishness speaking. Remember that you are a sexual and desirable woman who’s in touch with her feelings and is proud when she squirts from a good fucking.”
“Okay, you’re right, I guess. Thanks Daddy Don for reminding me.”
“No problem Em, just doing my part.”
While I continued to hold her legs against her chest I shifted my body and climbed off the bed which let me lean in and kiss her soaked pussy. Eagerly I lapped up her juices until my chin was wet from them before moving a couple of inches south where my tongue flicked her brown hole.
“D-d-don, what are you doing?” she asked with a trace of panic in her voice.
I continued to lick her ass for another minute before pulling my tongue back so I could reply.
“It seems pretty clear that I’m giving you a rim job Emily. Why?”
“I don’t know, you aren’t planning to do anything, are you?”
“Uh oh, looks like I was wrong after all about you. Maybe Malcolm was right after all if me licking your ass is enough to bug you out.”
“No, it’s just that back when I dated that jerk in high school he talked me into letting him, you know, and it hurt a lot.”
“Do you mean you let him fuck your ass, is that what you meant?”
“Yes” she admitted sheepishly.
“I admit I do find that surprising Em that you let him.”
“I know and the truth is I let him do that before I let him do it the normal way. I heard that was a good way to keep a boy interested but stay a virgin.”
“Some girls just give blowjobs instead though I wish back when I was in high school the girls had done it your way.”
Now as this conversation went on I was licking her tight little butt hole as she spoke and stopping as I did and the longer it went on she began to squirm so I decided to up the ante and tickle her with my fingertip making her even crazier.
“He talked me into it and I only did it that one time” she gasped as I gently prodded her.
“Well I hope you’re not comparing me to him. I would think that I have a little more class than a high school boy and can do a better job.”
“Oh you’re in a whole different league, but you’re bigger than he was so it’s bound to hurt more.”
“Please Em, give me a little credit. Just relax and let me work my magic. If at any time you want me to stop all you’ll have to do is ask. Okay?” I said as I slid my index finger in her pussy to lubricate it.
“What the hell, why not I guess. I’ve done everything else tonight. But please go slow.”
“Of course my dear” I told her as I slid from her pussy and next pushed my fingertip in her tight backdoor. “Relax sweetie, I can feel you tensing up.”
“Sorry Daddy Don, I’m trying.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t you hold your legs to your chest to free both my hands.”
Once she did I was able to slide two fingers in her hungry pussy as the finger from my other hand continued to probe her ass. While doing this I would occasionally flick her clit with my tongue and soon Emily was getting into it judging by her moans and how her juices were dripping anew. Realizing that I had to keep moving forward I managed to squeeze a second finger in her ass and began to slide them in and out. As she began to loosen up I started sucking hard on her clit and the stimulation from both her holes being finger fucked at the same time proved too much for her to handle.
I’m not sure how many orgasms she had previously but this one was a doozy. Her internal muscles clamped so hard on my fingers that they were held hostage and her body thrashed about while she wailed like a drunken banshee. I waited until she calmed before moving my face close to hers and speaking.
“Well what do you say Emily, any chance I can fill that hot ass of your’s?”
“The way I feel right now I’d let you do whatever you want.”
My face broke into an ear to ear grin on hearing that and I wasted little time in getting in the proper position. The only change from our previous position when I’d been fucking her on the bed was that I slipped a pillow under her ass to raise it off the mattress some. The head of my cock was now brushing against her backdoor but I made sure to resume playing with her pussy before attempting to penetrate her butt.
So for the next minute I jammed my fingers deep in her and as she got into it I began pushing into her sphincter. She grunted and groaned a little but I slowly continued until my head forced past the ring and disappeared in her anus. Once that happened I stopped pushing but kept my hand busy playing with her. By watching her face I saw she was handling it well so I resumed my effort and worked some more cock in her until half my length was inside her.
It felt so awesome on my flesh, tight and hot and forbidden. My hips then began to slowly work back and forth while my brain thought ‘Yes I’m fucking Emily in the ass!’ In spite of me taking it easy and only being partially in her I was having to put in my best effort not to cum from her being so tight. The girl must poop only tiny rabbit pellets from how small her channel felt to me. Not that it was a bad thing, just I had to go nice and slow, sliding half my length in before pulling out and leaving only my head ensconced.
My fingers continued to probe her pussy and by this time I had curled them so they could stimulate her g-spot with each thrust. The next time she squirted I took the opportunity to work my cock deeper in her ass until with a final push my balls hit her ass. I waited a minute as her body adjusted to this further intrusion before moving more though by this time I knew she was handling it well.
“Oh my hot little Emily, I want you to do something baby. Use one arm and hand to hold your legs in place so you can play with your hairless pussy with the other. Can you do that for me baby?”
She opened her half lidded eyes and nodded to me. “Yes I can do it Daddy Don.”
“That’s a good, naughty girl Em” I said as I removed my fingers from her and brought them to her mouth.
There was no need for me to say anything this time as she parted her lips and swallowed them, her tongue licking them clean. Once they were I removed my fingers and grabbed hold of her hips with both hands as I adjusted my hips slightly.
“Well, how do you taste Em? I asked you before but you didn’t answer me.”
“Hmm, I taste awesome Daddy Don” she replied fighting back laughter it seemed to me.
But she did as I asked and brought her hand to her sopping pussy and began to pet it.
“Oh fuck Emily! Your hot little ass is going to make me cum. I’m going to give you a cum enema baby girl” I grunted as I felt my face flush while my heart beat like a jackhammer gone wild.
After another few thrusts my body stiffened as I swelled in her anal vise then my balls released their load. My head fired it deep inside her and irrigated her bowels with my white, sticky fluid. In spite of me gasping for breath from my exertions I had to lean in and kiss her sweet, burning lips again. Her hand ran through my hair while we kissed and our bodies slowly came down from the heights of passion.
Finally with a groan I withdrew what was left of my erection from her and managed to roll onto my back. Leaving no doubt that she had overcome her prudishness, at least for this night, Emily crawled between my legs and took hold of my spent cock. After locking her blue eyes on my more pedestrian brown ones she started licking and sucking on my cock which had just sodomized her. After a minute of this beautiful torture Emily stretched out beside me and rested her auburn hair on my shoulder while keeping hold of my cock.
“That was so nice Daddy Don” she whispered in a sleepy voice. “You’re staying the night, right?”
“I’d love to baby girl, if you want. I have to be back on duty at seven in the morning so if I don’t stay here I’d have to sleep on a chair in the locker room downstairs to make it back in time. Of course I’d much rather be with you than a lonely old chair.”
“Good, you stay here. My alarm is set for early anyway and this way you can shower in the morning.”
“That’s a good thing, otherwise all day people would give me strange looks for smelling like Emily in heat.”
She giggled and snuggled closer to me as I closed my eyes and let the sandman take me away. The next morning I actually woke before the alarm for my body was trained to rise early in order for me to make it to work on time. I smiled as I took in the wonderful sight of Em’s naked sleeping body as I slid out of bed. After a quick shower I crept back into the room and gathered my clothes together. I dressed in the living room before silently exiting the apartment.
The electric razor I kept in my locker came in handy as I shaved after which I headed to the lobby. I could tell by Stan’s expression he was jealous but what can I say. It’s good to be Don the doorman. To make it up to him I bought him a coffee and bagel to go with my own before assuming my place at the front desk.
Later that morning Emily approached the desk after she left the elevator and it was the normal version with not a hair out of place but there was a look of uncertainty on her flawless face.
“Good morning miss” I said to her, my face a mask.
“Morning. I just want to thank you for last night. I know I wasn’t myself and you were very helpful.”
“Not at all miss, I assure you the pleasure was all mine” I replied and though my expression remained impassive my eyes reflected a lot more.
“No Don, not only your’s.”
After saying that she turned and headed to the door which Jose held open for her. Later it was around noon and I was manning the front door so Jose could eat when he approached me.
“Don, you have a call on the lobby phone. She says she’s a tenant and asked for you by name.”
“Okay thanks. Once I take the call I’ll come back to the door.”
“Hello this is Don, how may I help you?” I spoke into the receiver.
“Hi Don, this is Emily. I was wondering if I might have your cell number. There’s something I wish to send you.”
“Certainly miss” I replied after which I told her what she wanted.
It was around twenty minutes later and I was back at the front door when I felt my phone vibrate and before I could get to answer it happened again. Opening it I saw I had received two messages with attachments. The first was a picture of what appeared to be two bare female legs sitting on a toilet with a vibrator between them and the second showed the same vibrator buried inside one of the sweetest, barest pussies I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. This picture had a text message which read ‘Don, I bought a vibrator today but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. Maybe you can help me later. Em’
My fingers quickly tapped out a reply as I felt my groin swell with blood. ‘I’ll be glad to assist you anytime Emily. What time will you be arriving this evening?’
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She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
————-
…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
———-
…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….
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“We did a lot of talking after that. We told ourselves that we were adults, that
incest didn’t really apply to us because we weren’t kids, and this was something
we wanted to do.” Carol shrugged again. “So we did it! First, just by ourselves,
alone, I mean. Then we got daring and did it together and that was even a bigger
kick. The rest is history.”
Carol turned to her daughter. Marsha hadn’t heard the last part of the story.
She had fallen asleep, exhausted, a smile on her face and a finger inserted,
deep, in her pussy.
Carol covered her with her robe. She hadn’t told her about the other couples
that they had fucked; orgies, really, but, she thought, that could wait. So
could all the video’s, the evidence of their combined pleasures. Yes, it all
could wait. There had been enough excitement for one night in the Bradford
house.
**************************
Carol paused outside of Peter’s room. She listened at the door, but heard no
sound. Did she dare try to talk to him, make him understand his sister’s
desires, prepare him for what she was sure would come? What would she say to
him?
She hesitated, a trembling hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she
turned the knob. The nightlight bathe the room in a soft, semi-darkness. The bed
was turned down, but had not been slept in. Surprised, she looked at the clock.
It was after midnight. Where could he be? Her mind started to race with concern
before she finally realized that Peter wasn’t a boy anymore. Wherever he was, he
could take care of himself.
She sat on the bed, suddenly exhausted; her pluck dissolving, leaving her sleepy
and forlorn. She would rest, just for a moment. Peter! You poor baby, she
thought as she laid down, you’re surrounded by people who have taken a different
road than you. Please try to understand, her drifting mind asked the enfolding
darkness.
Carol dozed, her mind flitting from memory to memory. The full wonders of sex
and passion had come somewhat late to her, aided by an exciting accident. Her
body had responded to dormant stimuli, and suddenly, yesterday’s perversions
became today’s pleasures. Behind closed doors, her passion knew no bounds,
everything was pleasure. There were no taboos. Only in the light of day did the
dread of exposure clutch at her heart, but it was night, and she was safe to
dream, to feel, and to want.
*************************
Peter didn’t pay any attention to the light in the den as he slowly, and
quietly, started to climb the stairs. His legs hurt like hell and his shoulders
bore teeth and nail marks, vivid testimony to his aunt’s passion. He shook his
head, still not quite believing what had happened.
It had been insane! But it had also been, maddeningly exciting. He could still
feel his cock pushing the walls of Mary’s hot cunt apart; the slippery wetness
sucking him deep into an unbelievable molten furnace. Her legs had gone around
his waist and she had plunged her ass up and down his rigid cock as hard as she
could, all the time digging her fingers into his shoulders and nipping at his
chest. Her cunt was a gushing volcano, a vicious vise that clamped on his prick
and refused to let go. And all the while, her hips churned, frantically turning
one way then the other, trying their best to rip his cock off.
He had held her up by the asscheeks, trying to control her rhythm; match her
passion, but she was so wild he had trouble just hanging on. Her cums had
started almost immediately, building one on top of the other until he could no
longer tell when or how many. She just kept cumming, and when he shot his load,
the top of his head almost came off.
He had never fucked anyone so wild.
They had sunk to the bottom of the pool, the cooling water up to their chins.
“Just what I like,” she had said huskily, “good, hard cock! We’re going to have
lots of fun, sweet nephew.”
“Aunt Mary . . .”
“Mary! Just, Mary,” she said with a smile. “I’m not that much older than you.”
“Haw! If I didn’t, I sure know now. But what about uncle John?”
He was surprised when she threw back her head and laughed. She put her arms
around him and held his face close. “If he’s a good boy, I may let him make a
movie of us fucking each other. He’s like that.”
It was a crazy statement, but Peter’s hands had already encircled her waist and
were drifting up to her full tits. Mary had a lovely set of tits, he thought,
fondling them, making her moan with renewed passion, almost as nice as Marsha’s.
His cock twitched again as he remembered his sister standing in the bathroom,
her beautiful tits proud and erect. Mary giggled. “Ooooo, goody,” she said.
“Round two.”
This time they fucked on the pool stairs, with the water lapping at her pussy
again; her legs up high on his shoulders. Afterwards, she had cleaned his sticky
cock with her mouth, her tongue searching for every last, tacky, smear of
cum-juice. Her mouth was warm and soft and moist. When she was finished he was
squeaky clean and he had another hard-on.
“Oh, boy, am I tempted, but my pussy’s been pounded like a rock today.” Her hand
circled his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching. “You keep this ready for
another time. If I know my family, you’re going to have a very busy weekend.”
That was the second crazy thing she had said, he thought as he reached his room.
She was a great piece of ass but he was convinced that she was a bit wacky. He
opened his door.
His hand froze on the doorknob and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t
believe his eyes. Marsha lay coiled up on the bed, her back to him. The soft,
semi-darkness created erotic shadings in the valleys of her body. He looked
around hastily. It was no mistake. He was in his own room!
Despite the time spent with his aunt, Peter got a hard- on as he eyed her
shapely buttocks and watched her chest rise and fall, rhythmically. His mind
filled with images of her loveliness, flaming his frustration and his passion.
Slowly, he approached the bed, aware that he should turn and leave before she
woke, but just once, he wanted to get close to her – just once, put his arms
around her.
Carol knew she was dreaming and she smiled in the twilight world of half-sleep.
She felt her dream lover’s approach and the bed sag under his weight. She curled
her body to fit his contours, feeling the prodding stiffness of his heavy cock,
warm, against her back. She pushed back with her ass. The stiff prick twitched
as it touched her back and asscheeks and a low moan escaped her lips.
She knew he was young and strong. All her dream lovers were. His arm came across
her body and cupped her sensitive tit. An electric shock tingled her cunt and
she began to juice up. Lewdly, she rubbed her ass up against his rigid fuckpole.
It felt wonderful, and thrilling and her breathing became ragged.
His hand kneaded her full tit, and toyed with the nipple, making it stand hard
and erect. Turning to him, she moaned in real passion, her face still hidden by
the darkness. She sighed as her hands encircled his cock, the thing she craved.
It was thick, and meaty, and long, and the head was moist with passion.
Dreamily, she cooed. It would fill her wonderfully.
She heard her dream lover mumble, but couldn’t catch the words. It didn’t
matter. He slid down her trembling body, opening her robe, exposing her pleasure
pit. She ran her hands over his hard body as he went by, feeling his strength,
his vitality. Her body jumped and arched upward as his mouth clamped on her
cunt. She wailed in loud surprise. Shooting bolts of lightening surged through
her body as his tongue rammed through the blonde thatch, into her dewy cunt. Her
eyes snapped open and a cold sliver of reality stabbed her mind.
This was no dream! This was real! Someone was eating her pussy! Her mind fought
against the enormity of it all while her body begged her to surrender to the
wonderful pleasures that were charging upward to her brain. Her eyes were
blurring. She dug her fingers into his hair and tried to pull his head, to
recognize him, but he couldn’t be budged. His face, buried in her mound,
remained hidden in the darkness.
“No!” she hissed. “No! Stop! . . . please! Oh, God, that feels so good.” She
gasped and her mind whirled and she felt the fight go out of her body as his
tongue swirled around her puffy cuntlips, leaving a trail of wet, tingling
pleasures behind. Her juice flowed like a river as another sharp bolt of
pleasure coursed through her steaming pussy. She grabbed his hair, this time
twisting his face into her pleasure-raw pussy, smearing her tart, musky,
love-juice all over him.
“Oh, yessss!” she panted. “Suck my cunt! Lick my juice! Oh, God! Make me cum!
Ohhhhhh . . . I love it so much! . . . Whoever you are . . . please make me
cum!” she moaned in a small, desperate voice.
Peter was in another world. Years of fantasy, of frustration, of suppressed
desire had sent his mind to a place where convention and morality, even words
could not enter. Morality be dammed, he thought. He was sucking Marsha’s cunt
and nothing else mattered; nothing except the tangy juices that flowed over his
twisting, stabbing tongue.
He felt the fight in her body, heard her demands for release, felt the painful
tugging of his hair, but he refused to let go. Not until he had exorcised this
demon from his body. Not until he had stuffed her full of his engorged cock!
Carol felt the stranger reach over her squirming thighs and pull her cuntlips
apart with his fingers. She knew her naked clitoris was staring at him, pink and
vulnerable. He sucked it into his hot mouth and she jumped and cried out in
passion. Her toes clutched with each smack of his lips and the last long suck
sent a tidal wave of pleasure through her body and triggered her orgasm. She
wailed, hardly aware of where she was, or who she was with. It didn’t matter!
Only the pleasure mattered! She was drowning in pleasure, her body racked with
tic-like spasms, and yet, she wanted more.
Carol’s body heaved, and she panted with sudden exhaustion; perspiration
trickled down her brow but a small smile played at the corners of her lips and
she sighed. Never had she been sucked with such intensity; never with such
passion. Her body shivered and tingled and her cunt drooled at the thought of
being filled. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw the shadowy shape of her real
life dream lover rear up in front of her, his beautiful cock bobbing in front.
It was magnificent! Automatically, she opened her legs to receive him – this
stranger – this pleasure giver.
The moon cast a small silvery light across the room; across his face. Her brain
registered recognition, but didn’t believe, and before she could react it was
too late to save herself.
“Noooooooooo!” she wailed in desperation as Peter drove his rock-hard cock into
her sizzling, dripping, wide-open cunt. His rod parted the waiting pussylips and
sunk easily into the hot depths of her body. She writhed against the mattress,
legs spread; her body involuntarily undulating. She moaned and gibbered
incoherently, but her rational mind screamed at her. You’re fucking your own
step-son!
Fighting against her traitorous body, her fists pounded his humping body. Her
nails raked his heaving back. Still he drove into her, making her cunt contract,
sending fiery thrills throughout her demanding flesh. She bit her lip,
desperately hoping the pain would make her body heed the small, rational voice.
Her charged sensory system erupted as another surge of his powerful cock filled
her up. The small voice faded into the darkness and Carol surrendered to the
most exquisite ecstasy imaginable.
“Uhggggggg! Aaaaaaah! Oh, Peter! Peter!” she gushed as the pleasure of his prick
filled every pore of her body, sweeping her away, into an abyss. She wrapped her
legs around Peter’s loins, digging her heels into his asscheeks, forcing his
cock deeper into the surging volcano of her cunt. His cock felt huge! Mammoth!
It filled her up and pounded her sweaty body down into the mattress again and
again. She twisted her hips lewdly, matching him, stroke for plunging stroke.
Her lips showered him with hot, passionate kisses.
It was deja vu! A beginning and a continuation. It was the supreme taboo! And
the supreme pleasure!
A blinding explosion of primary colors filled her brain and she was swept up in
an excitement that defied descrip- tion. Her only, truly conscious, thought:
Marsha is going to be so very jealous.
Then the tidal wave rolled over her.
“Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!” she whispered, “Fuck meeeee!
“I can’t hold it!” Peter groaned. “Marsha! Baby! I’m cumming! . . .
cummmmmmmmmmm!”
“Yesssssssss!”
Carol’s eyes rolled back and her body shuddered as Peter’s cock flexed violently
in the deep well of her cunt and his cum spurted, hotly, against her
pussy-walls. She dug her fingers into his flesh.
“Eeeeiiiii! Awwwwwwwww! . . . Ohhhhhhh!” Peter gasped through clenched teeth;
his eyes glazing as his erupting cock sent explosions of cum into his fantasy,
his “Marsha.”
Carol clung to his rigid body as his prick still pulsed in her cunt. She jerked
and shuttered like a rag doll; her pleasure so intense, tears ran down her
cheeks.
Peter slumped on her, exhausted, his body dead weight on her yielding flesh. She
held him in tight desperation, trying to forestall the reality that slowly
threatened to shatter this one moment in time.
“Marsha,” Peter mumbled, “. . . forgive me . . . waited so long . . . wanted
you.”
Carol heard his plea for forgiveness and realized what had happened. He thought
she was Marsha! He thought he was fucking her! Oh, my God, she thought, these
poor kids.
Peter propped himself up and pushed the matted hair away from her face. His hand
froze and his face became a mask of disbelief. No! No! This had to be a bad
dream. His tortured mind screamed at him. He couldn’t have fucked his own
mother, he just couldn’t have. His brain was stabbed with the ice cold spear of
his enormous sin. He had fucked his father’s wife! His laugh became hysterical.
Carol gathered him to her and began to make soothing sounds in his ear. She had
to make him understand. There was no sin in pleasure. His feelings for Marsha
were no different than the hidden feeling she had for her brother, or Mike, for
his sister. She felt no remorse. Fucking her stepson was no more a sin than
fucking her brother. She would make him understand. She had to.
She held him at arms length and shook him. “Stop, Peter, stop that!” she
commanded.
“Mom . . . I didn’t know . . . I thought . . . I’m sorry,” he said and his voice
trailed away.
“You thought I was Marsha. I wish it had been, for both your sakes; she would
have loved to be fucked like that, with so much pleasure. But if it couldn’t be
Marsha, I’m glad it was me.”
He stared at her, uncomprehending. “Wha . . . you enjoyed? . . . Marsha? . . .
Being fucked by me? That’s incest!”
Carol smiled and shook his head. “We committed no sin, Peter. Do you understand?
No sin! The only thing we’ve done is share ourselves. Did you enjoy fucking me?”
Suddenly aware of Carol’s lovely nakedness, Peter blushed and shrugged his
shoulders. Then he laughed. “I did enjoy it! I can’t lie about that. You’re a
great fuck . . . I mean . . . ” He shrugged again, eying her body and
remembering the wanton response of her grasping pussy. “That was supposed to be
a compliment.”
Carol hugged him tightly and giggled. “I took it as one. You know, you have a
great cock! I hate to admit it but it’s bigger than your father’s.”
Peter blanched at the mention of his father, but Carol patted his cheek. “I’m
going to tell you a secret, Peter. It’s really a family secret because we’re all
involved, even you and Marsha.
“And after I do that,” – she reached for his sticky, cock and began to finger it
back to life – “I think you’ll want to stick that lovely fuckpole back inside me
and really give me a ride.”
Carol could tell Peter didn’t understand what she was talking about, but her
loving arms were open, beckoning him to her, and when they folded around his
strong body she knew that his understanding would come.
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I had wanted to ask him out for awhile
My wife and my student, I love them both.
Patrick finally has it out with Marie’s father.
Les brings a friend along
In this series I will be confessing to what made me what I am today. The sexual adventures of my teenage years that brought me to the now. These stories are the Escapades of a Teenage Slut.
It all started at Jane’s party when I was 14. Jane’s parents were out of town so she threw a party celebrating the end of our 8th grade school year. To my surprise, I actually received an invitation. I wasn’t very popular back then so I really didn’t expect one.
This was going to be great. A house full of kids with no parents in sight and a fridge full of beer. I smiled at the thought.
I could hardly sleep that night. I was so excited. I hadn’t ever been to a party where the parents weren’t there. I guess I was what you could call a goody-two-shoes back then. I didn’t even think about the possibility of what could happen. I was just happy to be in the in-crowd for once. When sleep did come, I dreamt of my secret crush. Alec Ramsey. God was he sexy. He stood at about 5’ 7” with short brown hair. He had ocean blue eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. He also had these pinkish-red full lips that I imagined mine touching everyday. He was physically fit and then some with his hard abs. He had a nice, full ass that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. In a word, perfection.
In the dream, we kissed and he asked me to never leave him. He pulled me down to him in the lush grass to where I was on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I could see his hard, pink nipples near his chest. He smiled and rolled over, making him be on top. He then slipped off my shirt and shorts, causing my hard on to be seen through my thin boxers. He bent down for another kiss, then removed my boxers. Right as his lips touched my cock head I woke up.
I was mad because I was getting to the good part but when I checked my alarm clock and saw it was three in the afternoon I was glad I woke up. Four hours until the party started.
Two, hours later, I had been through my entire wardrobe and was still unable to find something suitable. I finally decided on a light blue Hollister shirt that had the brand name across the front and jeans. Nothing wrong with being comfortable. I looked in my full body mirror and made sure I looked decent. The truth was, I didn’t look half-bad! Short, dark hair, with the bangs spiked upwards, my green eyes gleaming, my blue shirt accenting my light tan, and my tight jeans going down to my white shoes showing off my ass. I smiled and headed for the door.
My brother and I took the hour-long drive to Jane’s house. I could hear blasting music pulsing through the air. When I went in all the lights were off except for blue and white strobe lights in the living room and the furniture was moved out of the way so we could dance.
I was the last person expected so the doors were locked and the Budweiser was set out. I hadn’t ever tried alcohol before so I figured now was as good a time as ever. I grabbed one and took a sip that burned my throat slightly. In a couple of minutes I had finished half. My senses seemed stronger, the music louder, a slight buzz in my head, and a tingling sensation throughout my body.
In no less than an hour, I was having the best time of my life. I was on the dance floor showing off my wicked moves, or what the booze made me think was good, and singing along with the song playing. I went for another drink, but this time when I took a fairly big sip I felt different. I felt like my buzz had gotten ten times stronger. I continued drinking, making conversation with one of my friends who was there. In a couple minutes the beer tasted like it had gotten thicker. My stomach churned and my head throbbed. I had to lean against a wall to stay standing. This wasn’t my drink. Someone did something to it. My vision was blurred. I didn’t feel right…
“Are you okay,” a voice asked. Was he talking to me? “Dude? Hello?” Ugh… stop talking. My head! “Come here you don’t look to good.” I’m moving now.
Whoever was leading me took me upstairs. We went into a room. The light was on, so I could see better. My vision was clearer and I could make out who took me up here. It was Alec.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“For what?” Alec asked.
“Taking me up here.” I held my head. It was about to burst.
“No problem,” Alec said. “You didn’t look too good. Did you have too much to drink?”
“No,” I responded, “someone did something to my drink, I think.” I looked up. Alec didn’t have a shirt on. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice slurred. Alec sat down next to me. “Nothing, just relax.” I did as I was told. I laid back and ran my hands over my face, wishing I didn’t drink anything. Alec got up and locked the door. I realized that we were in a bedroom and I was sitting on a bed. I also realized Alec’s intentions and the shock brought forth some sobriety. “Shit!” I said under my breath. “Don’t scream,” Alec said, “If you don’t want to that’s fine, you can go, I just needed a reason to bring you up here. I’m not going to force you.”
“It was you?” I asked. “You did something to my drink?”
“Yup,” Alec answered with a sort of pride, showing me a small white pill that he pulled from his pocket. “I guess you’re staying?”
I thought about my options. Stay here and have sex with my crush or leave. I felt better… Whatever Alec had put in my drink, the effects had worn off. I looked up at Alec and smiled. He smiled back. He knew my answer.
Alec pulled off his pants to expose his white boxers with green designs. He then came over to me and pulled my shirt off of my chest and undid the button holding my pants on. “I can do it.” I said. I slid off my pants and stood up. Alec’s hands were going for his boxers but I pushed them away. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled them down with my teeth. When they were around his ankles, he stepped out of them. I looked at up him and saw him smiling at me. I looked at his hard cock, which was right in front of me. Nervousness was flooding through me. I had never done anything like this before. I wrapped my hand around his pulsing cock and started to jack him off. He spread his legs a little bit. I leaned in and put my lips around one of his balls and sucked gently like I had seen them do in the porno’s I had seen. He let out a small moan. I released my hand and put my mouth in its place. I sucked his head first, putting my tongue on the underside of his cock. I tried taking more of it in and found myself to be successful. I swallowed the rest of his cock trying to deepthroat him. He moaned and put his hands on my head. He forced me to move back and forth on his cock by pulling my hair. I wrapped my hand around the part of his cock that was showing and bobbed up and down quickly on the part in my mouth. He removed his hands. I sucked harder, swiveling my tongue around the head. I felt his body tighten up and I knew what was coming.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a plop. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. “Lay down.” Alec said. I did as told and once again lied down. He pulled off my boxers and got on top of me. He positioned himself to where his back was facing my face and he was sitting on my stomach/waist. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I soon felt his ball sac touch the head of my cock. I felt both of his hands wrap around my cock and start jacking me off. I laid my head back and let him. He spit on my cock to lube it up and jacked faster. His hands were going up and down my cock, bringing my closer and closer to climax. He took one hand off and started going even faster now that he had more room. Precum oozed out of my cock. A finger on the hand that wasn’t being used to jack me touched my cock, picked up the drip of precum and went in Alec’s mouth. “Tell me when you’re close to cumming.” Alec said. He continued jacking even faster and I was a couple more strokes from exploding.
“I’m gonna cum soon!” I practically yelled. Alec dismounted me and know sat on my knees. He started sucking my cock. I moaned hard as I felt a tingling in my balls. Alec sucked harder and cum forced its way out of my cock. I came hard and Alec couldn’t keep it all in his mouth. He pulled up and swallowed what he had, then licked the rest from my cock. “Yum,” Alec said as he stood. “Can I fuck you?” Alec asked. “Only if I can swallow your cum,” I replied.
I positioned myself on the bed on my hand and knees. He got back on and spit on his own cock. He put his mouth to my hole and started rimming me to get me nice and wet. His tongue entered me and I loved every minute. When he decided I was lubed up he lined up his cock with my ass and placed his cock head in. “Damn,” he said, “you’re really tight. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” “Yeah,” I replied. He smiled. “Not for long.”
He pushed in about 2 inches and I yelped in pain and pleasure. Without missing a beat, he pushed in more and I winced. “This is gonna hurt,” he said, “but it’d hurt more if I did a little at a time.” He pushed in the rest of his cock and I cried out in pain. He pulled out until only an inch or so was remaining inside of me, then pushed in again. It didn’t hurt as much. He picked up speed and made a steady rhythm of penetration. I moaned as he entered my ass again. He picked up even more speed and held onto my waist as he fucked me.
My ass stretched more to allow him to go faster. He did. Every other breath from me was a moan as he fucked me, pushing deeper inside me with every thrust, causing me pleasure that I’ve never felt before. He squeezed my waist tighter and started pulling me in, in rhythm with his thrusts. I pushed as he entered me each time, allowing his cock to go even deeper inside me. I moaned again and he was grunting with every push. He fucked me faster and harder making a slapping sound as the front of his legs hit the back of mine. I moaned hard. “Gonna… cum…” Alec said. “In my mouth please,” I begged. He pulled out of my ass and turned me over. He stood over me and jacked his cock until he reached climax. He aimed for my mouth and let loose. 6 streams of cum hit in my mouth, on my face, and even in my hair. Alec reached down and ran his finger across my face, picking up his cum, and put it in my mouth. I sucked it off and kissed him. He smiled. “That was great,” I said. I returned the smile. He kissed me again and lied down on top of me. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and we stayed like that until Jane knocked on the door and warned us that her parents were headed home.
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If you’re looking for sex instead of a good story with well-developed characters, then you’re in the right place. There’s great sex here, and lots of it! I hope you all enjoy it.
A continuation of my fantasy with Asian women and sex.
My Bahamas vacation continues. I went there to forget the memories of the death of my fiancee. I met Cinnamon and we have been spending time together. We have been invited to supper by Holly, her coworker, and her husband Robert, our fishing guide.
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a revision of my old story about two life long friends that don’t stay that way for long
If you haven read the first story Full Circle – Chapter One I recommend that you do so before reading this on
This is my third story and thank you!
Two days ago Cindy was blackmailed into giving oral to her nasty uncle, but to her great surprise he is extremely well-endowed and skilled in the art of sex. Now she is conflicted by her past opinions of her uncle and the new feelingsh swelling within her. Will she give in to temptation and go all the way with her uncle? Pff! It’s in the tags, of course she will!
