This the 4th chapter, I recommend to read part 1 to 3 first to understand the story. All described persons are of legal age. This is my first story and I’m not a native speaker but I’m happy for your criticism – good or bad. Please comment if you want the story to continue.
Our Boyfriend
By Blueheatt
__ When a daughter brings home a new young boyfriend from school, she find her mom’s interest in him sparks some long talks with her mom. Mom had favored him to be her daughters first sex partner….but first she wants to ‘teach’ them a few ‘things‘.
__Each afternoon after school Trish’s mom took her and Tony up stairs and started teaching them ‘things’. Secrets that were not to be shared with Tony’s parents, teachers at school or in fact anyone except the three of them. Trish and Tony felt very special to be mom’s selected ones to receive these ‘adult’ secrets. They both made sure that no one knew about this. They were both very excited and any ‘sex talk’ made them both feel…horny, and they both wanted to ‘experiment’ as young people do.
Mom…..
I saw a chance in Trish and Tony, to correct things I had not known about when I was their age. They were both perfect at that ’experimental’ age. I had a husband and twin sister who understood me very well. My outlook at sex had brought us all immense pleasure.
I wasn’t going to have a daughter of mine left in the dark about sex. If she was old enough to ask a question, she deserved an answer. She knew I would give her a true answer to any question she might have.
Myself and my twin sister, well we were left in the dark and became ‘street wise’ the hard way. We overcame all the bull we were told or not told and found ourselves being ‘natural’. We liked sex because it felt good, plain and simple. We found out how to make baby’s and controlled our futures. When we were young we found that rubbing our pussy’s felt good, so we did it…in private.
My wonderful husband understood us and just let us be ourselves. When we met, he wanted to have sex with both of us….so we all did. (and still do…shhhhh)
Now back to Trish and Tony. I deal with my urges, and I have….. some I don’t share with sister or my husband. I’ve had private talks with Trish and she has some of mine too, even when she was younger. Now at her present age we share some of those urges. I never had brothers and never got play sex games with them like other girls did. Other girl would tell me about their brother and how they played Dr., then feeling each other and more.
Trish told me when she was younger how she found a neighbor hood boy she got to play with. She did many things with him. I was very envious and ask her for all the details. She told me everything they did. I got so hot listening as she described everything in vivid detail. She saw me getting all aroused and said she would try and get me a young guy play to with. I at first said no, I’m fine Trish, I had your dad to play with. Then she said: “Why not?”
I explained all the reasons ‘why not’ and she said: “ …but what if know body knew?” I had no reply for her.
I was lying to her and myself. I really want a young guy to play with bad. Screw taboo, I had a huge urge to have sex play with a young guy. She found Tony and brought him home. She talked to me private. Tony likes you mom. He likes your nice full tits and says you are sexy. Tony likes older women and he says it’s his weakness. He’s seen you before and says he gets erections over you mom.
When she said that I lost it.
I said: “Look Trish.” I pulled my dress up and showed her my wet pussy. Her eyes went wild looking at my pussy. “That is so hot mom, Tony’s making you all turned on. If Tony saw that…omg… I know he’d get an erection so fast….. “
She shouldn’t have said that…..I got a hot flash like no other….I had to have Tony anyway I could….
At 3pm school let out and Tony was suppose to come over, I put on a pair of shorts on, tight fit, a tiny top and lots of perfume. I met Tony at the door and kissed him hello…..I had not done this before. He gulped… and kissed me back but let his tongue graze my lips…my heart started pumping hard. I returned the kiss only I stepped forward and felt his erection…..while we tongue kissed I pushed my vagina into his hardon…..I whispered in his ear: (“Trisha won’t be home for another two hours, we’d better go up to my bedroom and……talk..”)
He followed me to the bedroom with his hands on my waist and ass. I hadn’t had a boy do that in while….I took a big breath and stopped at the top of the stairs….I turn around and…..look at that gorgeous face, …I….. kissed him with my tongue going wild…..I held his face with one hand and went for his hardon with the other….
I don’t know what got into me!…..I had to have him….I turned around….. and he grabbed my breasts…I closed my eyes and he started kissing my neck. His hand slowly went bare skin on my breast while the other slipped down my front to my pubic hair….I held on to his hips while he found my clit….oh it felt warm…..I parted my legs and relaxed myself and a slight wiggle….
We ended up next to my bed as he lowered me down……we kissed…I ran out of breath…..I just had to have him as I undid my shorts….he already had his hardon out…I took my shorts and panties clear off just as he slipped his hardon in…..oh my god….it was huge. He started in kissing me and slow pumped me….I wrapped my legs around his legs…..my daughter will have a fit if she finds out. Oh heaven I have the guy I want….his face is all red with the excitement and he speeds up. I dig my heels in his legs…..he has the youth and it shows. I rub his back and he drives it in deeper….oh…oh…my god he going to cum….I squeeze him with all I have and…..there it is…
…..a mega cum over and over again….I like it oh how I like it…..I can’t get enough of him…..
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We sneak around and fucked as much as possible….my daughter found her true love elsewhere. We rented a room for him in our house. Late at night I sneak into his room and we continue our love affair….he likes to get me from behind…..I suck him till he begs me to stop…..
Like my husband doesn’t know it…..a-hum….I wake him and do him too….
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Part 2 to Master’s Pet, Katie’s Gift. Please feel free to rate and comment. All feedback is welcome.
I wouldn’t call this erotic literature. It’s more like a rant. A monologue. But hey, give it ago, you might like it anyway!
Mature wifes simmering lust
A man realizes that he knows the man he is intervieing for a job
Blair and Liam have been in love since Blair’s senior year of highschool. After a month of living together, Blair is finally ready to give up her virtue.
I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!
Marion is a happy married house-wife living in a small town in 1950’s America.
There are those that are overworked and barely scraping by, some that are well off but biding their time, and others live off the welfare of others, all indulge in sick and twisted vices and bored as hell. In this oasis, drugs and alcohol are the only thing to break up the monotony that encompasses the lives of the women that occupy these huge metal coffins.
Like most young boys, I wanted to have sex with my mother. She wasn’t one of those moms that look like a movie star, she was just average. A little hippy, as I always remembered. Just average looks. Her tits were nice enough, but nothing special to look at, but nice to play with.
Growing up I would jack off thinking of my mother. I would visualize having all kinds of sex with her, from blowjobs to straight fucking. I did get to see her a number of time undressing or dressing. We lived upstairs in a two room apartment. The stove was in the family, room where we ate, and where I slept on a couch. Mom would undress in this room for the warmth, and I sometimes would pretend to be sleeping, and was able to cop a peek. She did have a bushy pussy, and rather large nipples.
Sometimes I could hear her and my dad getting it on, which really exited me, and helped with the jerking off. One time I barged into the bedroom, and saw my mother kneeling on the floor between my dads legs with his dick in her mouth. I learned much later that she must have been sucking him off.
Some years later I was married and stationed in California. The wife and I were having some problems that seemed to be getting worse all the times. I called mom in Virginia to see if she would like to visit us for a while? She liked to travel, so she agreed to visit. Since her and Dad had split up, there was nothing keeping her from traveling..
It wasn’t long after her arrival that my wife took off with someone else, to start a new life. I wished her well, and felt sorry for the new man. Any how , when she left, she left me with two children to raise. This could get touchy, with me being a carrier Marine, and due for another tour in Viet Nam. Thank goodness mom was there to help.
Sure enough, a few months later, I got orders to go back to Nam. I checked out of the base, got all my stuff packed for the trip back to Virginia. Mom was going to watch the kids for me in Virginia. Mom, my daughter ,eight years old, my son, four, and my mom forty eight, and me. I was twenty two. Off we started
The trip was a miserable one, rain almost all the way. We had to stop a lot, so the kids could work off some energy, and we could stretch our legs. We left on a Saturday morning. I drove all day, in the rain, all that night, in the rain, and most of the next day. We were in the Dallas area, when we finally found a motel with an empty room, that had one bed and a cot. With the bad weather most rooms were full. After our evening meal we decided that the kids would sleep on the cot, and mom and I would share the big bed. I didn’t think anything out of the way at all. It had been a long time since I dreamed of fucking my mom.
I showered first, then got into bed. When mom came to bed, I was rubbing my legs.
All that driving made them want to cramp.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“My legs want to cramp up.” I answered.
“Lay back, and let me rub them for you.” Mon said
Mom sat on the side of the bed, reached over and began to gently rub my legs. It seemed to help. She began to rub my thighs. She reached across to rub my other leg, and her arm went across my dick. I felt a urge stirring in my dick. I just held my breath. Again across to the other leg, and this time more pressure on my dick. It began to get hard. Back and forth between my left leg, and my right leg. Each time rubbing my dick with her arm.
She stopped rubbing my legs, and began to hold my dick. Not moving, at first, Then slowly she began to move her hand up and down my hard shaft, squeezing on the down stroke. She shifted her body so she was facing away from me, with her head toward my crotch. I raised my ass up to slide my shorts off. Now I’m completely nude. She has one hand capping my balls, as she slowly works her hand up and down. I didn’t make a sound, but my breathing did get shorter.
Mom was in her robe. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to play with her, so I started anyway. Under her robe was just skin and perfume. She was laying on her side, and as I began to explore her body, she bent her leg up, so now I could play with her pussy without much difficulty. As we lay there having sex with each other, a thought came into my head. I gently pushed on her head toward my dick. A little resistance at first, then none. Mom took me into her mouth, and began to slightly move her head up and down with the same rhythm as her hand moved up and down. I Played with her clit, and inside her. Now and then I stuck my finger in her ass. She began to moan, and hump her ass.
She came with a low moan from her throat. Pulling her legs together, she began to quiver, then a complete release. I could tell it was good to her. Now It was my turn. I didn’t tell her I was coming, just let it shoot out into her mouth. She took it all, and kept my dick in her mouth until I began to go soft.
Neither of us said a word. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back to bed, I went to clean up. Not much left to clean, she must have swallowed it all.
The next morning we continued our trip. That night was never mentioned again, but I will always remember.
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Ashley and Tracie thought a little home Christmas party would be fun and by the weekend we had all the supplies, including a small fortune worth of liquor. Tracie told me she hadn’t really drank much but that she was excited about being taken advantage of by Ashley and I. She had no idea what that would mean.
We danced, laughed, and generally fooled around. Multiple times I sensed we were moments from tearing clothes off, so I did my best to calm the party down. By midnight Tracie was plenty wasted and called me out after I pulled away from a kiss.
“Jeez, you fucking tease, don’t you want to fuck this,” she giggled, sliding onto the couch on all fours and sticking her ass high in the air.
“Yeah, Mark, I think you’ve kept us waiting long enough,” Ashley said, spanking Tracie’s ass hard. “Fuck this gorgeous ass with me, baby.”
My cock agreed with them, and they knew it. “Well, actually, I have a little surprise that I’ve been waiting for. I ordered up a little entertainment, so, let’s just enjoy that for a while first.” Ashley looked at me with knowing eyes while Tracie seemed thoroughly confused.
I headed off to the bathroom and sent the short text to Jessie. Hardly a second after I reemerged the doorbell rang, she must have been waiting down the street.
Tracie, who’s head was swimming from a little too much rum, sank onto the couch. Ashley and I sauntered over to the door and swung it open. There stood Jessie, in a Santa hat and full length red with white trimmed Santa coat. She smiled and politely asked if she could come in from the cold.
“May I take your coat?” Ashley asked, winking at me.
“Oh, no, sweetie, it’s a little nippy out,” Jessie replied. We led her to the living room, which was only half-lit and had the sound of dance beats pulsing.
“Who’s that?” Tracie asked. Jessie said nothing as Ashley and I dropped onto the couch next to Tracie, she simply walked to the table and poured four drinks. She handed one to each of us and then downed hers in a single gulp. I noticed she had fire-engine red heals on when she spun around and took her place at the center of the room.
“Seriously, who is…” Tracie was interrupted by Jessie smoothly dropping her coat in one motion. “Oh, wow,” Tracie slurred, her watery eyes wide and taking in the breathtaking sight before us.
Jessie’s tits were two softballs hidden by a candy cane colored bra. Her stomach was smooth, tan, and made my jaw drop. She had on festive panties that I suspected might be a thong but couldn’t tell, and the whole ensemble was draped by a pink, mesh overlay.
Jessie began her routine without any provocation. She swayed with the music and hypnotized the lot of us. When she spun I saw that indeed she wore a thong that split a fantastically firm ass. She tantalized us, bending and swirling, sliding clothes off temporarily and giving us brief views of fresh skin, all of it obstructed by the pink mesh. She worked her way closer to us and ran her hand across Ashley’s cheek. I took the opportunity to glance at my girls and gauge their reaction and, it seemed pretty clear, they were hooked. Ashley sat back in awe but her eyes fluttered as Jessie’s hand grazed her. Tracie was up and on the edge of her seat, and I watched her fighting to keep her hands to herself.
Soon the pink mesh number was on the ground and I heard Tracie holler for Jessie to ‘take it off!’ Jessie giggled and sauntered over to us, sliding her coat over with her. “Santa brought a gift for you, and you, and you,” she smiled, poking a playful finger at each of us.
Jessie sat her heavenly ass on my lap, grinding it down against my cock, with her legs across Tracie. “Your present first, young one,” she smiled at Tracie and reached down into her coat. Tracie was absolutely enraptured.
What she pulled out was one of those enormous candy canes you see in stores, at least a foot long and thick. She unwrapped it, licked the tip gingerly, dragged it seductively from her lips to her panties and then handed it to Tracie. “Use it as you see fit,” she smiled. Tracie’s eyes were wide and she licked her lips.
“And for you,” she winked at Ashley before reaching back into her coat. She pulled up a fuzzy collar and a short, fuzzy leash. Ashley was equally wide eyed as Jessie took the initiative and snapped the collar around Ashley’s neck. Jessie then arched her back and gave the leash and sharp yank, pulling Ashley’s face down hard into Jessie’s supple cleavage. For a second, no one moved. I waited in anticipation, knowing what happened next was hugely important. It seemed Tracie, who was nearly panting with desire but even in her drunken state still didn’t want to cross any lines, was waiting to see how Ashley responded.
After a moment of hesitation, Ashley’s mouth opened, her tongue slide out, and she began furiously licking and sucking at Jessie’s soft mounds. Jessie eased her bra off and her big nipples poked free for an instant before Ashley smothered them. My cock was crying underneath Jessie.
Tracie squealed with joy and attacked. I held Jessie’s panties aside, touching her myself for the first time really, and exposed a mostly bare pussy with a tiny patch of dark hair above her clit. Tracie licked her lips and leaned in, uncoordinated thanks to the liquor, and landing hard in Jessie’s pussy. Jessie sighed deeply as my women both worked her mercilessly with their tongues.
I watched with skyrocketing lust as Tracie’s candy cane disappeared inside Jessie sopping pussy. Tracie carefully and slowly stroked it in and out of her, causing Jessie to shutter with each insertion. Jessie sat up, much to Ashley’s dismay, and rocked on me as Tracie worked her near orgasm. Jessie held me and crushed her luscious tits against my face as she came hard on the sweet treat inside her.
“My gift to you,” Jessie panted as her orgasm subsided. She took hold of the candy cane from Tracie and brought it up to my mouth. I sucked it eagerly and a sweet and tangy taste of a strange woman’s cum drove me wild.
“Let’s do this,” I roared and stood up, lifting Jessie with me. Tracie and Ashley both agreed and shed their clothes quickly. I bent Jessie over the arm of the couch and ripped her thong to the ground. Jessie gave Ashley’s leashed a tug and directed her on the couch in front of her so that Jessie had easy access to Ashley’s pussy. Her face was immediately lost in Ashley’s dark pubic hair. Tracie straddled Ashley and smothered her with her young pussy and a chorus of satisfied moans broke out. Meanwhile, I freed my cock and took aim at Jessie’s soaked cunt. I pushed forward hard and slammed her down, wanting to fuck her with force, show her that even with the blackmail I was in charge, that in this house I owned her.
Jessie’s pussy felt like no stranger to rough fucking and in no time I was pumping in and out smoothly. Jessie slid the candy cane up to Ashley and it was soon crammed inside Tracie’s pussy, the shock of which causing her to fall forward onto the pile of women. I held Jessie’ hips steady and fucked hard and much to my pleasure I watched as Tracie reached a hand up and probed at Jessie’s delightful looking asshole. Jessie moaned expletives into Ashley’s pussy and a series of orgasms shook through the group. Tracie’s was first and hard and she rolled off the couch and laid swearing on the ground. Ashley came next, her pussy falling to skillful fingering and tonguing from Jessie. When both my girls were done I decided to finish things the way I wanted, to firmly secured with Jessie that I was in charge and she was mine in this arrangement, not the other way around.
I eased out of Jessie and moved to the couch, straddling Ashley in the process. I grabbed a handful of Jessie’s jet black hair and pulled her face up, jamming my slick cock into her slack jaw. I wasted no time, fucking forcefully into her throat and ignoring her gags and gurgles. The living room filled with the wonderful, sloppy sound of a throat being slammed open. Ashley and Tracie urged me on, begging for me to pummel Jessie throat.
I responded, slamming myself deep and growling as I dumped a thick load inside. My cum flooded Jessie’s abused throat and I hollered for her to swallow me whole. I felt her gulp me down, shot after shot, as I emptied a sizable volume into her slutty throat hole.
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Having set himself the audacious vengeful task of deflowering fifteen-year-old Tiffany Standish, somehow Joel McCabe had to get to her, under the radar of protective father and arch nemesis, Mickey. No straightforward task, home to the luscious Barbie clone was a luxury penthouse suite above the club. With the only access being via a door inside the club, Fort Knox would be easier to penetrate for the unwelcome former employee with a bounty on his head. A cunning plan was required if Joel were even to worm his way inside let alone have Tiffany to himself.
As he sat basking in regret for a life about to be cut cruelly short, Joel recalled that Friday was big money Texas Hold’em day in the Standish Empire. Well, he could hardly forget, given that three weeks earlier his life savings plus another four grand parted company. Now, if only he could get a game… Sadly, a minimum buy-in of £500 all but priced him out.
The luckless gambler really, really didn’t want to part with the trusty VW Golf that had served him tirelessly over the past decade, certainly not for the paltry sum of £500. It was worth double if not more. But, having received only the one firm offer so far, and with time running out, he was in no position to hold out for more. Besides which, reliable German road-holding didn’t count for much where he was going. Within an hour the deal was done, the wad of crumpled notes in his clammy paw.
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“A last throw of the dice, huh Joel?” observed Standish, theatrically checking his fifty grand Rolex as Joel joined the assembly of gangsters, drug dealers, chancers, henchmen and hangers-on that populated the Friday showdown.
Joel nodded silently, cheery in the knowledge that he knew something Mickey didn’t. it was an advantage that held him steadfast in the belief he could remain strong right up to the end. He knew he was going to die but he was going out in Broadway style. Though his heart was racing, this the biggest gamble of his life, and it had nothing to do with money.
Three tables of ten players, the format was simple: last man standing took the lot. With unlimited rebuys for the first hour, the pot was liable to swell to enough to buy Standish a new wristwatch. For Joel, however, the dream of starting a new life with the fifty grand prize was a non-starter. Even if he did get lucky, he would be tracked down and snuffed out, that or live his life in constany fear and glances over the shoulder. No, this wasn’t about the money but the more important virtues of pride and revenge.
An hour in to the game, his stack had dwindled to a handful of notes, any outside hope of playing himself out of trouble rapidly diminished. Glancing up, his heart missed a beat as his eyes fell upon Tiffany Standish, fresh from a West End shopping expedition, weighted down with exclusive bags. A peck on her father’s cheek so as not to disturb his card playing, she retreated upstairs avoiding Joel’s glare. Backside wiggling provocatively, he heaved a deep breath, steeling himself for what had to be done.
When finally his luck ran out, Joel issued his goodbyes. “Bye Joel,” mouthed Standish tacitly, the implication evident, before he returned his attention to the game.
Joel reckoned he had about six hours and wondered briefly which one at the table would be charged with the task of killing him. Engrossed in their game, no one paid heed to the sneakily executed left turn, brefore he headed up the stairs, heart pounding violently. He could hear Tiffany the other side of the door, speaking on the telephone. Raising a fist, he took another huge breath and knocked. Tiffany’s eye filled the spyhole. “Joel? Go away.”
“Tiffany, let me in, we need to speak.”
“I can’t, I’m going out soon.”
“Just two minutes,” he implored.
“Go away or I’m calling daddy.”
“I’ve something I want to give you, a present, before…” he appealed, letting the sentence hang in the air.
He knew the only way to get inside was to offer something. The door opened and the shallow teenaged minx smiled thinly. “Well, what is it?” she asked with a pout, dressed in a white tank top and pleated blue skirt, purchased hours earlier from the finest Knightsbridge boutiques, her long blonde hair tied in a bow.
Hands on hips, a look of impatience filled her face as Joel hesitated, battling his fear. Gathering up the mettle, he made the move with ninja-like stealth, grasping her thin wrist and twisting the girl around so she faced away, a palm pressed to her mouth, the knife to her belly. As they shuffled to the living room, his whispered warning in her ear not to struggle went unheeded as she gyrated like a pole dancer on acid.
It was only as they entered the expansive lounge that Joel realised how badly he’d misjudged the situation. Sat on the couch were two other females he recognised instantly as Mickey Standish’s third wife, Jackie, and his eldest daughter, Tiffany’s half-sister, Charlotte. Mouths fell open, all eyes his way as he wrestled the eel-like Tiffany into an armchair, still clasped tightly to his body. “Don’t hurt her,” cried Jackie instinctively.
A former model of forty, Jackie Standish had the figure of a younger woman, breasts defying gravity and the intervening years. A bubbled-haired streetwise brunette, her eyes were large like a baby’s. Clad in a spangly tight pink shirt and jeans, she had been tending to Charlotte’s hair prior to Joel’s intrusion.
Sat next to her stepmother on the couch, Charlotte Standish sported an armless, spaghetti-strapped turquoise top that stopped above the belly to reveal the obligatory navel piercing. In contrast to the older woman, Charlotte had a slender body, lacking cleavage, reminiscent of a budding schoolgirl. Her big highlighted hair was piled upon her head in readiness for a night on the town. Charlotte recognised Joel, her eyes slanting, though it was Jackie that spoke. “You’ve got some nerve coming in here.”
Joel swallowed hard, assessing the situation. He had one advantage, Tiffany in his arms, a knife held menancingly close to her windpipe. “You make a sound and I’ll slit her throat,” he countered, trying his best to convey an air of menace as Tiffany squirmed and wriggled in his lap.
“Let her go,” stated Jackie coolly. “Let her go and you can walk away no more said.”
Joel didn’t rate his chances. He’d be lucky to get past the front door. As Jackie made to rise from the couch, Joel ordered her to remain seated, his grip tightening at Tiffany’s neck. “If it’s money, you want…”
Joel shook his head over Tiffany’s shoulder, the captive physically shaking. It wasn’t about money.
“We’ll do anything you say, just don’t hurt her,” offered Charlotte.
Joel contemplated the offer, salacious thoughts springing to mind. Maybe he could turn this adverse situation to an advantage. A three-for-one deal, his cock was throbbing with anticipation. “Anything, huh?” he mused. “Okay, I want you to start by taking off each other’s clothes…slowly mind.”
The pair looked at each other then at Joel, the blade remaining at Tiffany’s throat. “No fucking about or she gets it. And believe me, I mean it.”
There was a flicker of recognition in Jackie’s huge Bambi eyes. Maybe she knew his fate. Maybe she realised he had absolutely nothing to lose. Certainly she was more compliant than he might have imagined, turning and inviting Charlotte closer. Charlotte hesitated, drawing a growl of displeasure from Joel’s lips and a whimper from Tiffany as the blade tightened. It needed a prompt from the older woman to animate Charlotte. “Just do as he says, honey.”
Gingerly Charlotte shuffled closer, Jackie inhaling as the younger woman’s tremulous fingers reached out to pop the top button on the pink shirt. The sheer material stretched across the expansive breasts, drawing Joel’s eyes. The second button opened to reveal the smooth tops of each breast. Joel heaved a deep sigh, his cock inflating to press at Tiffany’s coccyx.
The third button hinted at a white bra, a pair of buxom breasts straining at the lacy cups. Joel’s breath came faster, his arousal prompting Tiffany to shuffle uncomfortably on top. As the fourth and final button opened, Jackie’s breasts forced the shirt apart to expose a flat tanned belly. Charlotte looked across for direction, his hand gesture telling her to remove it completely. The shirt shimmied down Jackie’s long arms and off, leaving her in just the lacy bra, boobs quivering. It was the older woman’s turn to seek direction, a look that both frightened Joel and excited him in equal measure. Though he was in control, the balance could easily tip and if, for any reason, they were able to wield it back, he was done for. “Now take hers off,” he stated calmly.
Charlotte raised a pair of slender arms above her head, allowing Jackie to grip the sides of the turquoise armless top, hoisting it clear to reveal a thin, athletic and equally tanned body, lacking noticeably in curves. “Okay, strip each other off completely,” Joel prompted, emphasising the point by gritting his teeth as the knife scored the skin of Tiffany’s soft neck.
After an obligatory brief hesitation from the pair, broken by Tiffany’s whimper as Joel twisted the blade, Charlotte swung her shoulders around, allowing Jackie to reach for the clasp. A pair of pert b-cups, finished with the perkiest pink nipples was unveiled and immediately Charlotte went to cover herself. A further squeeze upon her sister’s throat and the resultant squeal, coupled with another steely glance, prompted them back to her sides. Joel feasted for precious moments, the bulge once more brushing the small of Tiffany’s back.
Jackie mirrored the younger girl’s actions, turning her back, Charlotte’s shaky fingers fumbling with the catch. The uncoupled bra rested momentarily upon Jackie’s globular breasts, before slipping down in slow motion into her lap. Her breasts were a high d-cup that stood defiantly upon her chest, with no midlife plunge as one might have expected. Jackie it seemed had been utilising Mickey Standish’s dirty money for cosmetic enhancement. “Pkay I want you to play with them, Charlotte,” mouthed Joel.
Charlotte’s eyes darted from Jackie’s to Joel’s to Tiffany’s, the latter’s wide with terror as the blade toyed with her throat. Firmly seated in Joel’s lap, she was repeating under her breath. “I can’t believe this is happening…I can’t believe this is happening…”
Joel chuckled, basking in the rosy glow of complete control over three sexy babes. Oh how he was going out in style, and to hell with the consequences. His only regret was not being able to witness Mickey Standish’s face when the scene was discovered. That would be almost worth the price. “Oh it is happening,” he whispered back in Tiffany’s ear, nuzzling the lobe with his teeth and prompting a volley of light whimpers from the girl. “Play with them, Charlotte,” he commanded.
Across the room, tentatively Charlotte extended an arm, fingers lightly touching the top of Jackie’s right breast. “Stroke it,” directed Joel, shuffling once more to attain comfort.
Following the tedious pause that had become an unwelcome cliche, Charlotte consented, tiny digits trailing the expanse of spherical flesh to the soft nipple. A caress and the nipple inflated. “Pinch it,” ordered Joel, smacking his lips.
Charlotte clamped the tips of thumb and forefinger over the erect teat, squeezing gently, far too lovingly for Joel’s taste. “Harder!” he barked.
Jackie gave an understanding nod of approval to the younger woman, sucking in air as the tightened fingers pinched and twisted, bringing pain then pleasure. Charlotte moved her hand across mimicking the action on the left nipple. Though Jackie looked disapproving, there was arousal in her body.
As Tiffany shuffled in Joel’s lap, nstinctively the hand around her waist started to stroke the toned belly through the white tank top. Held tight, Tiffany could do no more than shift side-to-side. Higher the hand progressed, finding the undersides of her breasts. Bra-less underneath the tank top, Joel ran a palm over the curved surface, grazing each attentive nipple. Tiffany fought to control her breathing. “Lift your arms,” Joel whispered in her ear, then louder: “LIFT.”
Tiffany consented grudgingly, the blade momentarily leaving her neck as Joel tugged the tank top clear, the other two women’s attention drawn to Tiffany’s peach-shaped boobs. Charlotte’s fingers seemed almost subconsciously to squeeze more meaningfully at her stepmother’s nipple, a stifled gasp betraying Jackie. Joel’s cock was so hard it chafed on his trousers.
Tiffany gasped too as Joel’s free hand found her newly exposed breasts, cupping each in turn, kneading and pinching. They felt good in his hands, so fresh and young. “Change around,” ordered Joel to the pair opposite. “I want to see you do that to Charlotte, Jackie.”
Charlotte’s arms dropped automatically to her sides as Jackie reached in to cradle each tiny breast. Concentrating on the perky nipples, minimal stimulation was required to prompt a treacherous moan of appreciation from the younger woman. “You want Jackie to suck them, don’t you Charlotte?” grinned Joel.
Charlotte shook her head in defiance. “Do it, Jackie,” their captor boomed.
Jackie hesitated, glancing over to see the knife had been lowered to caress Tiffany’s left breast, the blade teasing the nipple threateningly. “Please God, no,” Tiffany begged, her throat clenched. “Do as he says, Jackie…please…”
Hearing her beg almost made Joel cum in his pants though thank Christ he didn’t.
Having appraised the severity of the threat, Jackie obeyed, bending into Charlotte’s lean body, tongue extended beneath the erect teat. A lash of the tongue and the nipple was coated in saliva. Puckering, Jackie’s lips closed in. She sucked long and hard, causing Charlotte to dig her teeth in her bottom lip. Looking up, she saw Joel grinning over, quickly forcing her face to cloud over once more. “Put more effort in, Jackie,” sounded Joel, the prompt causing Jackie to glare but nonetheless press her face in and suck harder.
At the same time, Joel reached around to roll Tiffany’s hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She wriggled uncomfortably in his lap, each movement forcing Joel’s stiff cock into the snug crevice of her arse. Sinking his teeth in her soft neck, she shied away, before the blade forced her back into position. “Run your fingers through Jackie’s hair,” Joel directed Charlotte. “Then I want to see you suck Jackie’s tits, okay.”
With a look of hate in her eyes, Charlotte stroked the older woman’s brunette curls. Jackie flung back her head, a further glare at Joel before she allowed Charlotte to press her lips to her huge orbs. Charlotte tried to reproduce Jackie’s actions but, being her first time with another woman, it was all highly uncomfortable and embarrassing for her. After a minute or so, Joel ordered a cessation. “Don’t they look so good together, Tiffany? Mmmmmmm. Charlotte, stand up. Jackie, stay put.”
Cleaning the saliva from her lips with a soft tongue, Charlotte did as she was ordered, arms were folded across her breasts. “Move over here, closer, Charlotte. Tiffany, I want you to take down her jeans,” mouthed Joel over his captive’s shoulder.
As Charlotte edged in, Tiffany’s fingers reached for the belt at her sister’s waist, sliding it through its holds. Joel took charge of the discarded length of thick leather, brain filling with all sorts of nasty ideas, watching intently as the buttons at Charlotte’s crotch popped open. The jeans were so tight that, despite wrinkling a little at each thigh, they remained more or less in place. “Pull them down,” he ordered Tiffany.
Tiffany tugged and the denims eased down in a concertina at Charlotte’s knees. They fell the remaining two feet, crumpling at her ankles to reveal a pair of angular legs. Joel’s eyes, however, were transfixed to her groin, covered in a skimpy blue thong. The feint outline of Charlotte’s pussy lips was visible beneath, whilst an unmistakable dot of arousal at the crotch betrayed her nonchalance. “Take off her thong,” suggested Joel matter-of-factly to his charge.
Tiffany baulked at the thought of touching her sister in that most private of places. Voicing his disapproval, Joel shifted, the knife providing the requisite encouragement for the frightened schoolgirl to hook her thumbs through the side strings. Tugging sharply, the thong fell away, exposing Charlotte’s cleanly shaven pussy Pink, plump and glistening lightly, Joel smacked his lips in appreciation. “Now turn around,” he ordered Charlotte. “Bend over and hold onto your ankles.”
Charlotte did as instructed, an exchanged glance with Jackie who looked back sympathetically. Charlotte’s tight arse mere a foot away, those plump pussy lips peeped back through her clenched thighs as a hint of female arousal clung unmistakeably to the air beneath Joel’s nostrils. Tiffany shifted uncomfortably, trying not to look at her sister’s buttocks.
Suddenly Joel raised his free hand. Tiffany and Jackie could both see that it gripped Charlotte’s belt, their eyes widening. The trio of backhand swipes took Charlotte by complete surprise, the leather stinging her buttocks numbly. Fortunately for the girl, with Tiffany on his lap, Joel had been unable to gain much leverage, three feint pink lines running from cheek to cheek. Moreover, he had spared her the buckled end – for now. Nonetheless, Charlotte shrieked, as much in surprise as pain. “That’s a warning, okay? If any of you steps out of line or disobeys me, it’s the buckle end, and I won’t hold back. Understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Jackie stood, appealing. “Leave these two poor innocent girls alone, take me, do anything you want…”
“Shut the fuck up,” barked Joel, causing Jackie to sit back down. “Now turn around sideways,” he directed, Charlotte shuffling around, the jeans still at her ankles. “Jackie, I think Charlotte could do with some pain relief. Get down on your knees behind her.”
Jackie glowered over, defiantly staying put. Evidently she’d decided this had gone far enough.
“Now what the fuck did I just say?” Joel boomed.
Losing his temper, he lashed out with the belt. This time the buckle end bit into Charlotte’s soft butt cheeks. She cried out in sheer pain. “Do as he says, please Jackie,” she begged in between bouts of sucked-in air, a series of red welts materialising on the cheeks.
Jackie stood to take up a position at Charlotte’s rear, staring straight into the younger woman’s pussy. “God, you’re sick,” spat Tiffany, wriggling in his lap and finding her voice at last. “You’re never going to get away with this, I hope you know.”
Joel smiled knowingly. Little did she realise. His own small inevitable death was well worth this ritual humiliation, the battle won even if the war was lost. “Enjoy the show,” he whispered in Tiffany’s ear. “I know I will.”
Jackie looked over, awaiting instruction. “I want to see you eat your stepdaughter’s hot pussy,” uttered Joel.
The clock on the wall told him that there were two hours of his life left to live, two hours in which to make these women pay terribly for their association with Mickey Standish. Two hours. Conceivably this could be the best two hours ever in Joel McCabe’s life.
Part 4 – the conclusion – follows sortly.
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My name is John, and i have a brother named Alex. Alex and I are pretty close, we almost do everything together! We watch movies, hangout, play video games, talk about girls, basically normal guy-stuff. This year Alex turned 15, and I’m 17. The age difference isn’t a problem at all, which you would think at first. We never fight, and the closest we’ve been to one is only arguing over stupid stuff. We live in a big house with our mom and dad, but they’re almost never home because our dad is a marine and mom works at a hospital so I do most of the stuff around the house, like cooking and cleaning and stuff. So we basically have the house to ourselves the whole time were awake.
One part of Alex and I being so close was defiantly being alone a lot, but another was that we shared a room for a long time when we were smaller. We just moved into this house this year. Surprisingly enough we had never jacked off or watched porn together before but we had seen each others cocks many, many times because both me and Alex slept in the nude, so we would always wake up in the morning and taking a piss together, it became like a tradition. Nudity between us was never a problem.
One day after we had dinner Alex suggested we could watch a movie, i said sure, let’s do this, and we went up to his room. We often walked around in only our underwear because we were alone most of the time. I’m around 5’9 tall, brown short hair and pretty good looking if i can say so myself, i work out about four days a week to stay in shape. Alex is about 5’7, also brown haired and built a lot like me, he also works out, but not as much.
“Hey, why don’t you put a movie on and i’ll just go to the bathroom?” I asked Alex, he turned to me and said “Yeah, sure”. As i went to take a piss i heard Alex put on the movie, Alex always picked really good movies so i trusted him. When i got back i sat next to him and started watching the movie. A few minutes in things got heated, he had basically put on porn, and my dick was getting really hard. I was surprised because as I said earlier we had never done anything like this before. I shifted so he wouldn’t notice “Did you put on porn?” I asked him. “Apparently, i thought it was a normal movie, but hey i guess it wasn’t” He also shifted. He was getting really horny from this. His eyes were glued on the screen and his white Calvin Klein trunks were tenting.
“She’s so hot” I heard him say, “Yeah, I’m really horny” I said needing to jerk off really bad. “Do you wanna jack off?” He asked, i was confused, did he mean together or just in general? “Yeah” “Awesome me too, let’s do it?” “Sure.” My brother whipped his cock out, just like that, it was around 6 inches. I was shocked. Sure i had seen my brothers cock a few times, but never hard. I was so turned on, “So, are you just gonna sit there or what?” He said, looking at the tent in my boxers.
I quickly pulled down my underwear and tossed them to the side releasing my 8 inch cock and started stroking it slowly. My brother was in awe, “It’s so huge, can i touch it?” He said. “Sure, go ahed”. My precum was basically dripping from my tip at this moment and once my brother put his hand on my dick i almost blacked out, his hands felt so good on my big cock. Of course, i felt the need to return the favor, and started pumping his 15 year old dick. He moaned loudly and I stroked faster. “Lay down.” and he did as i said. I positioned myself on all fours over him, and started kissing his chest, going lower and lower with every kiss, once i reached his balls i started licking them and his cock. I could hear him whimper over me. “Please..” He begged. I licked his dick on last time and then i put the whole thing in my mouth. I swirled my young around the bead tasting all the precum he produced, which was a lot. I Spit on one of my fingers and used it as lube to shove it up his ass, milking his prostate, he literally screamed at the contact, and was pressing back on the finger, begging for another.
Not long after i had three fingers in my own brother of 15 years. I was shit crazy but it felt so natural and so, so good. My other free hand explored his body, tweaking his nipples, everything to make him feel better, everything to make him come harder.
After a few minutes i could hear his breathing getting heavier and faster, “I-I-I’m gonna…” and bam. My whole mouth filled with his white cum it must’ve been at least 5 thick spurts. I released his dick and started jerking mine, and only after a few strokes i came all over his cock, chest and face. I screamed as my organs reached it’s peak. “Thanks bro” Alex said, jumping up walking away as his cock swayed from one thigh to another. “Where are you going?” I asked, “To take a shower asshole” He laughed, i did too, and slapped his ass as i walked to my shower to get clean. I have never in my life been happier to have a brother, and I think (and hopes) that he feels the same way. This made our connection so much stronger, and after this we walked around nude as soon as we were alone.
I love me and my brothers relationship.
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Dawn returns in the next story of her abuse and rape
Misty Mollie, Sara and Shey take it one step further
Sue’s first threesome
It had been a while since I had been having sex with my mother, and my buddy from school, and not too forget the two guys I had met online, so all in all I would meet 4 different people for casual sex.
I had one sister who was older than me, she was 25 and was married working in a law firm in London. I knew that she was also a sluttish type as when she grew up she was known for giving famous blowjobs, like mother like daughter I guess. She was 5 foot 5, had long black hair, she was fare skinned, she was a killer ass, and 32c boobs. Recently she had troubles with her husband and they resulted in getting a divorce, meaning that she came and moved home again. It was just like we were kids, hogging the bathroom, eating all the good food, constantly using the computer.
The one day I was using the computer and noticed that I had files that were in the recycling bin, usually if I put shit in there I use c cleaner to remove it from there so that mean that Karan had put stuff in. I opened the recycling bin and restored a folder that was named after a date so I presumed they were photos. I opened the folder to have over a hundred snapshots of my sister naked, playing with herself either with her hands or dildos. There were also some of her giving blowjobs to random white men. I decided to back this data up so I could blackmail her at a later date.
Later that day she was annoying me by hogging the television telling me she was depressed and wanted to watch TV. I laughed and asked her if she was depressed why she has been taking hundreds of photos of herself. Her face dropped.
“How did you find those? I deleted them”
“Dumbass you didn’t delete them properly”
She sat there with a shocked expression on her face; she had just been caught by her brother being a slut. She begged me not to tell anybody, she knew that if that got out then she would bring shame to the family. I told her that I didn’t really give a shit about what she got up to and then I told her about all my adventures. We sat there for hours on end talking about the cocks we’ve sucked and the pussies we licked, she was a bi too. At the end of our conversation I must have got really turned on about talking about big cocks and juicy pussies because my cock was rock hard. My sister did notice and started laughing. She then suggested we have sex. I was taken back; I know I was fucking my mother (that one thing I didn’t tell her) but how could I shag my sister too.
Without hesitation my sister reached for my face and began kissing me. We were lying on the sofa exchanging saliva. I then started moving down and started sucking on her neck before removing her t shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I instantly reached for her left nipple and began sucking. I could hear her moaning under her breath. Her nipples were fully erect and I kept changing which one I was sucking to make it a little bit fun. She then told me to get off; she said that we couldn’t have sex downstairs in case anybody came home, so she ran upstairs topless. I grabbed her t shirt off the floor and joined her in her bed.
When I jumped in her bed she had already gotten naked and began kissing me all over and removed my clothing to expose my dick. She held my cock and began tossing on it and talking dirty to me. She kept going for 10 minutes before stopping; she then crawled back up to my face and began kissing me again. I cupped her left it with one hand and her right ass cheek with my other as she slid her tongue into my mouth over and over. She was teasing me by rubbing her pussy against my dick and smirking. I grabbed her from the hips and threw her to her back and opened her legs, I flung my head down to her juicy pussy and began licking and sucking at her clit. She began moaning louder and louder and holding my head in place whilst I did it.
All of a sudden I felt wetness squirting out, I actually made my sister squirt, and the feeling was irreplaceable. She looked at me panting as she was out of breath, she brought my head closer to her lips and once again began kissing me so she could taste her bodily juices. My fingers were still busy as I began fingering her sliding 2 fingers in.
She began begging for my dick to go in her, I was ok with that and slid my dick into her wet pussy. As I did she let out a moan and held me tight. In out in out in out, my cock rammed her sweet pussy over and over again. I only remembered while my dick was on that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I pulled out even though I wasn’t ready to cum but I didn’t want to get her pregnant by my pre cum. She told me it was ok she was on the pill. That made me feels much better. She then lowered her head and started giving me one of her all time famous blowjobs. I lay down on the bed and she climbed on top. She managed to deep throat me, it was so hot.
I could feel myself preparing to cum, and i told her. She kept going until i released all in her mouth. I felt so good as my sister looked at me with a mouth load of my semen. She crawled up to my face and deposited the cum in my mouth as she kissed me passionately. I squeezed her ass cheeks as we both swallowed bits of my load. That was one of my best fucks ever i have to admit.
We had sex occasionally after that experience until she got married again, i miss her mouth on my cock, but oh well, i got my mother aswell.
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Connie brought it up first.
“What’s this?” Jerry asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. “Starting without me?”
She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet.
She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the sheet, moving between her legs.
“Get over here, stud. My motor’s running and I need some gas!”
Jerry stood there and grinned at her as he finished drying his hair.
“‘My motor’s running and I need some gas’?” he said. “Are you reading Motor Trend or Penthouse?”
She leered pointedly at his crotch, where his dick was already half-hard. “Gimme that big gas hose!”
“Fillerup?”
She groaned. “I give up!”
He turned briefly and tossed the towel with the expertise of practice. It hung on the knob of the bathroom door. “Will I get a good tip?”
“Two of ’em.” She pulled the sheet of her chest, exposing her pert, firm breasts. “But I want a tip, too!”
He stood beside the bed, his prick still hardening and already impressive.
“Just the tip?”
Connie rolled lithely to her hand and knees, the sheet falling completely away from her tight body. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and immediately began sucking and licking it. Sometimes it seemed like she could never get enough of her husband’s big cock — and sometimes it seemed there was too much of it for her to handle.
Jerry sighed deeply and caressed his wife’s dark hair as she drew more and more hardness into his dick. He looked down at her sleek back, her tiny waist, her hard little ass cheeks drawn so tightly by her position. She was moving her hips slowly from side to side, something that nine years of marriage had taught him to spot as a signal that she was exceptionally horny.
What the hell had she been reading?
He bent from the waist and picked up the magazine. Penthouse — the letters.
Her mouth pulled off his cock. “Hey, you want to read or play, bub?”
He knelt on the bed and rolled her onto her back as he dropped the magazine. He crawled over her and held his weight off her tiny frame with his arms and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs and pulled him down to her. His cock was trapped against her flat tummy as their lips opened and their tongues dueled.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and began kissing his way down over her neck and shoulders. He licked her hard nipples and then lightly nipped one. She squirmed against him.
Abruptly, he reached back and grabbed the magazine. He handed it to her.
“I want you to read me the one that got you so turned on.”
“And what are you going to be doing?”
He began sucking one nipple while he ran one hand down to caress her side and her hips.
“I’ll think of something…”
“Oh!” she gasped when he resumed suckling at her small, hard breasts.
He stopped and looked up at her, brown eyes wide and graying hair tousled. “Well?”
She began to read aloud as he kissed her belly and moved still lower. Her breathing became ragged and her words occasionally garbled. By the time she finished reading the letter, he had her thighs over his broad shoulders, her little ass cupped in his hands and his face pressed hungrily into her crotch.
His tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but he wasn’t touching her clitoris — yet. Connie squirmed and hunched her hips, trying to get that final contact, but he was gripping her buttocks tightly in his strong hands and restricting her movements. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, her moans getting louder and louder.
He could tell she was getting close to the Big One by thetwitching of her ass cheeks and the amount of juices running out of her. He shifted his fingers just enough so one was just pressing against her constricted anus and she immediately began grinding against it.
Then he took her swollen clit in a lip-grip and let the tip of his tongue just barely graze it.
“YESSSSS! AHHHHhhhh! Oh! Oh!”
Connie was a screamer.
She locked her thighs on his head and tried to somehow grind her cunt into his mouth while jabbing her trim butt down at the stiffened fingertip. She could feel her pussy spasming as she came and felt her asshole convulsing against the fingertip that was just beginning to penetrate.
The first, clenching explosion finally passed and her body went all sinuous and demanding. He continued lightly lapping her sensitized clit and worked more of the finger into her. She rolled her hips and groaned and came again, and then again, and again — and then she simply couldn’t wait any more.
Connie reached down with both hands and took his head in her hands. She pulled him up till she could look at his face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.
“I want you inside me! Please!”
He bent his head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of her labia and inner thighs as he withdrew the finger from her ass. When he surfaced again, he was grinning madly.
“Get up here,” she cooed and pulled her legs back. He reached up with both hands and pushed her legs ahead of him as he crawled over her. She looked down and saw that his cock was monstrously erect. At nine inches, and with a girth almost equal to her wrist, it was the biggest she’d ever had — too big sometimes. Connie was small all over and even after nine years, she still felt a brief shudder of apprehension.
But after nine years, she knew her loving husband would be careful — and she was desperate to feel him inside her.
He ran his hands down her upthrust legs to grasp her wrists. She knew immediately what he had in mind — exactly what she’d beenhoping.She grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as Jerry knelt up and took his cock in his fingers. He shuffled forward a bit more, till his balls were brushing her cunt, and then let his cock smack down on her abdomen. She felt it throbbing there on her hot flesh, the purplish knob just barely short of her naval. He rubbed his balls lightly over her wet cunt, shifting from side to side so they would brush against her clit.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Connie groaned miserably. “I need you inside me!”
He backed up until he could push the tip of his stiff prong between her legs, then wedged it against her slippery pussy lips.
“You’re so hard and hot!” she breathed, as if discovering this. She looked down between them, past his well-muscled chest and flat stomach to where the huge bar of flesh reached down to her upturned cunt. It looked as if they mutually shared his penis, a fleshy bond between dark curls of pubic hair.
His arms curled around her legs, pulled her calves onto hisshoulders. Again, his hands ran down over her legs. He gripped her hips as she reached toward her husband’s dick. She put one hand on his cock, to guide it more truly, and with the fingers of the other hand she spread her pussy lips as much as possible.
He began pushing into her.
“Unnnnnnnn….” The sound was forced from her mouth as she felt her cunt being wedged open by her husband hard, thick cock. The earlier orgasms had tightened her even more and her pussy was resisting.
He pushed half the glans into her and stopped. His hands moved her hips from side to side, stretching her small hole against his dick. When he pushed again, Connie threw her arms wide and hissed loudly as the knob finally popped into her vagina.
“Ooh — Yes!”
He tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her onto his shaft. Connie moaned uncontrollably as she felt her cunt being opened deeper and deeper, as she felt his heat probing into her wet depths. She gasped when he touched bottom and he immediately began pulling her off his cock, till only the head was still in her.
“Jerry Jerry Jerry…” she murmured, filled with love for his tenderness and passion for his fucking. She felt herself loosening inside as, again, she experienced the proof of his understanding and knowledge of her needs and wants. More quickly, but just as gently, he pulled her onto his wide prick. She squirmed with pleasure as it probed her, pressing her to her limits and then a little more.
Connie brought her arms up and reached for him. She worked her hands between her calves and his neck and pulled him toward her. He shifted over her, his arms hooked under her shoulders and his weight resting on his elbows behind her back.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as his lips came down to meet hers and he slowly sank the full length of his cock into her.
Connie screamed with pleasure into his mouth. Her legs were bent back to her shoulders and her pelvis was arched up to receive him as deeply as possible. She felt his balls delicately land on her upturned asscheeks and the bony ring around the base of his cock pressed into her stretched labia. She felt as if his glans was embedding itself in her stomach. She felt as if his cock was possessing her.
She felt totally his.
When she finally stopped screaming, she murmured, “Do me, lover!”
“Fillerup?”
Before she could answer, he began pumping in and out of her. Slowly, at first, then with fast strokes, he worked his big meat in her convulsing cunt. She could feel the juice squirting out of her with each withdrawal, feel the pressure building inside her tummy with each insertion. Her orgasms became nearly constant, varying only in their intensity. Connie was going from pleasure plateau to pleasure peak and back again, over and over, faster and faster.
His thrusts took on more urgency and she felt his prick swelling even more inside her, testing the containment of her tight, clenching cunt.
“Cum in me,” she growled, her voice throaty with lust. “Yes!” She tried to pull him deeper into her, to squeeze and suck him with her twat.
“Yeah, baby!” he groaned. “Cumming!”
She could feel the surge swell the length of his prick and then he was jammed to the bone inside her, moaning with release as he poured in her. Feeling his throbs, hearing his rumble of pleasure, her love and passion became ungovernable. She thrashed up at him and came even harder as he impaled her with his spurting cock.
Just as she felt his balls stop their jerking where they lay in the shallow furrow of her ass, he raised himself on trembling arms. She pulled her legs back and wider, free of his arms, as he knelt up. His cock had lost its stiffness and was slowly shriveling inside her. She loved that feeling — his juices mixed with hers, deep in her belly, and her wonderful husband’s penis resting peacefully inside her.
She raised her legs straight up and pulled them together, then slowly lowered to one side. He bent enough to get one forearm under her butt and hoisted her 94 pounds — same as when they’d met — off the bed. Keeping their genitals joined, Jerry rolled onto his back and drew her with him in a graceful pas de deux of pleasure and tenderness, they came to rest with her stretched atop his larger frame, her face resting against the hairs of his chest.
She hugged him with her cunt and welcomed his soft moan ofpleasure. He kissed the top of her head. She kissed his chest. Some of the sparse hairs there were just beginning to turn silvery, so she kissed through them again.
“I love you, Veronica.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
His arms were around her. He had one hand caressing her back, between her shoulder blades. The other was resting on her butt. She felt his finger move to her slick anus and gently probe. She groaned and pressed down against him.
“So that was what got milady’s motor running, huh? That letter take you back to the good ol’ days?”
“Your good ol’ days were better than mind,” she said. “You were the one who went to high school and college during the sexual revolution.”
“I heard about it,” he said. He chuckled. “It was in all the papers. But the free love didn’t apply to the kids going to the schools I went to.” He was almost ten years older than she was. She’d asked him about those times — times she barely remembered — when she’d been too young and too sheltered to really know what was going on. “You had some pretty wild times in college, though. That letter bring back memories?”
“Um-hmm.” She nestled closer — if that was possible — and again clenched her cunt around him. “I like these times better, though. That’s why I married you. The company I’m keeping means more to me than what we do.”
“Or don’t.” His tone was rueful.
“Oh, that’s okay, honey. Your finger feels good enough to me.”
Connie and Jerry didn’t have secrets; they were too close for that. She’d told him about some of her adventures in college. It had come out while she’d explained her breakup with the fellow student to whom she’d been engaged. It had seemed a perfect match. Eddie had come from the same sort of family and background as she had. He was a music major — he played the violin beautifully — a gymnast and a cheerleader. She was a dance major, a gymnast and a cheerleader. They shared many, many interests — music, art, books — and they had fantastic sex — even wild sex. They’d had threesomes, foursomes, orgies. While she was with Eddie, she learned that every so often, nothing in the world got her off so much as getting her narrow little asshole crammed full of hard, hot cock.
But Connie began to realize something in October of their senior year, about a month after accepting Eddie’s proposal: More and more, Eddie seemed less interested in being with her than in participating in group sex — and her presence was the key to that.
The real problem arose when she tried to talk with him about it. He’d get angry and clam up, or angry and resentful — or angry and hurtful, recounting to her how much she’d enjoyed what they were doing and demanding to know why she didn’t want to talk about it then, during the group sex.
The more she tried, the more he closed her out. She began to re-examine their entire relationship and realized how little he really gave of himself, emotionally — and how much she needed that. It hurt her to end the engagement, but as much as she’d expeced. That was when she realized she was sure she’d done the right thing. They’d bonded with sex, but the bond went no farther, and she needed more.
She met Jerry the following spring. He’d been visiting the college to give a one-session lecture on his field and he saw her cheering at a lacrosse game. They stayed in touch by letters, then phone, then she’d gone to New York to spend a week visiting a girlfriend and ended up spending more time in his bed than any other place.
They got closer and closer and it was almost perfect. The one small flaw was easily overlooked and forgotten in view of all the other good stuff they had. She hardly ever thought of it, let alone missed it.
Until the letter.
She stirred again as she felt the finger massage her asshole more insistently.
“I could always get some reduction surgery done,” he said, only half-teasing.
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’d make it easier all the time. I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting you or making you gag.”
“Does it make it less pleasurable for you to worry about those things?” They’d had this talk before, but she always wondered if things had changed.
“In a way,” he said. “I can’t just, you know, let go and flail away.”
“Flail, flail, flail,” she chanted, her lips against his chest again.
“But, then again, I never really could with anyone.”
“There have been exceptions.”
The finger withdrew from her ass and he squeezed her buttocks. “Yeah.” He’d told her about them, but he didn’t like remembering them. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “But, on the other hand — ”
“So to speak.”
“Ahem. The fact that by restraining myself in that one small — ”
“Large. Very large.”
“– minor way I can be more loving with you makes it even more pleasurable. Make any sense?”
“None. Plenty.”
“But you do miss those times.”
“Sometimes. That letter could have been a description of some of them. Making love, sixty-nining, with a beautiful woman while having my lover slide deep into my ass…” Her nipples hardened.
“Well, we could always give it another try,” he kidded.
Her nipples softened.
“Only kidding.”
That had been dreadful. She’d had three gin-and-tonics to relax, greased up both of them copiously and tried backing onto him. She’d done everything she could to hide how much it was hurting, but he’d spotted her shivering in pain — he couldn’t see her face — and pulled her off him. All she’d been able to work into her tortured ass was the glans. Just the memory of that knob popping out of her ass was enough to make her wince.
“Besides, I hardly ever even think about women anymore,” she said. “I’m just so happy and contented with you.”
“Hardly ever until about two months ago,” he reminded her.
“…yes.”
Connie taught two ballet classes on weeknights in another, nearby bedroom suburb. Both were for novices. One class was youngsters trying to learn the basics. The other was mostly women in their twenties and thirties who took class as a form of exercise. It had been two years since Connie had craved a woman. Then Kimberly had signed up for the adult novice class.
As soon as Connie saw her, she’d felt the tension begin. Kim was twenty-five, tall, had masses of reddish blonde hair and rich,voluptuous curves. She wasn’t pretty, but she was striking in her appearance — and about her, Connie sensed an aura of sheer sensuality. And she’d felt an elemental connection.
“Well, you know my feelings,” he reminded her.
Indeed she did: Be sure she’s clean, don’t cut OUR time together and talk about it if the attachment seems to be getting more than essentially physical.
She’d been skeptical of his attitude when they’d first discussed it. He’d proven good as his word, though, when the occasions arose. And — Bless him! — he’d never tried to have her bring any of them to their bed with them. At least part of that, Connie knew, was because he hadn’t found any of them particularly appealing, for one reason or another. More often than note, the lack of appeal was because he knew the other women didn’t care for sex with men.
On the other hand, though, he’d never said he would reject the idea. Which might be just as well.
Because Connie had something to tell her husband.
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Let’s call her Alice.
I knew she was trouble when I first saw her standing at the motorway service station, thumbing a lift. But I also knew she was the kind of trouble I wanted to get into.
Naked frolics under the trees as the camers clicks
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Six
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Six Summary: The Scavenger Hunt… err… the search for the Horcruxes begins! In order to locate the Horcruxes, Harry and Hermione use their inner-eye, that and Hermione gets something in her eye.
An ungodly scream erupted from Hermione as she discovered that it was Godric Gryffindor who was fondling her arse. In a combination of disgust and panic, Hermione tried to flee from the ancient and lecherous ghost. Unfortunately for Hermione’s impromptu escape plan, Harry’s right hand was still tangled in her bushy hair which forced her to unwillingly attempt to drag him along with her. More unfortunately though, Harry was much heavier that she was. With a resounding crash, Harry and Hermione crumpled to the floor. The couple landed in an unnatural and uncomfortable pile, with Harry on top. Thankfully though, this led to Harry’s hand becoming untangled from Hermione’s hair.
“Ooh,” Gryffindor exclaimed. “That had to hurt.”
Groaning, Hermione tried to wriggle free from Harry’s body and tangled limbs. But, she did a little too good of a job wriggling. You see, because of their awkward positions and that pesky thing called gravity, Harry’s crotch was firmly pressed against Hermione’s shapely bottom. And Hermione’s squirming caused ‘/Harry, Jr./’ to wake up, and very quickly as well. Hermione obviously felt Harry poking her in the bum for she growled, “Not now, Harry!”
Harry didn’t care about the uncomfortable position they were in or the fact that Gryffindor was watching. All Harry wanted was for Hermione to wriggle her bum against ‘/Harry, Jr./’ some more. He loved how it felt to have ‘/Harry, Jr/.’ pressed in-between Hermione’s cheeks.
“Harry!” barked Hermione.
Harry begrudgingly obliged and untangled himself from Hermione’s body. Realizing that he needed to get back on Hermione’s good side, he gallantly assisted her in regaining her feet. The now-erect…. um, upright couple glared at the ghost. Hermione took a deep breath and was about to verbally attack Gryffindor when the ghost pointed at Harry’s groin and declared, “You are a true Gryffindor… you ‘/dress right/,’ just like me!”
“Why are you here?” Hermione demanded, ignoring Gryffindor’s comment on Harry’s state.
“I was checking up on your search for Voldemort’s Horcruxes,” explained the ghost. “So, how’s it going?”
“If you must know, we haven’t begun yet,” said Hermione.
“Why not?” questioned Godric.
“We were working on a plan for when Harry faces Voldemort,” Hermione answered. “Voldemort has decades of experience more than Harry and he has gone through power-boosting rituals as well. Harry has to train, to learn more skills and somehow become more powerful, otherwise he won’t stand a chance. It won’t matter if Harry has destroyed all of the Horcruxes if he can’t defeat Voldemort.”
“You think too much,” retorted Gryffindor.
“Oh, what would you suggest we do then?” Harry asked, finally joining the argument.
“It’s not really difficult. You sneak up behind him and stab him with the sword,” exclaimed Godric.
“Oh,” said Harry, a bit taken back at the simplicity of the plan.
“It’s not that easy,” argued Hermione. “How would Harry get past all of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and any defensive wards he may have around him, and still sneak up and stab him?”
“Easy,” replied the ghost. “You flash ’em your titties.” The ghost then lowered his head so that his eyes were level with ‘/Carmella’/ and ‘/Natasha’/ and said, “Alright, whip ’em out and lets see if they are ‘/distraction’/ worthy.”
“You disgusting…” Hermione seethed, as she defensively crossed her arms over her chest..
“Alright, I can tell I’ve upset you,” Gryffindor apologized. “So I reckon you’ll only have to show me one of your boobs then. Alright, let’s see the… right one.”
“Get out!” Hermione commanded, pointing to the door. With a disappointed huff, the specter marched to the door.
“Fine, but you two better get cracking,” began Gryffindor and he stepped out into the hall. “People are getting hurt out there… and according to the prophesy, Harry’s the only one who can defeat Voldemort.”
“He’s right you know,” sighed Hermione.
Harry was stunned, she agreed with Gryffindor’s plan? Harry imagined Hermione standing on a hill in front of Voldemort with her blouse open and jiggling her lovely boobs at the snake-like villain. Now, Harry rather liked Hermione’s boobs and he could easily get distracted by them himself, but he doubted that Voldemort would have the same problem. After all, there weren’t all than many female Death Eaters, were there? Which might lead some people to question Voldemort’s “orientation”? He did exclusively hang around Wormtail for a year, and people do have needs.
“People are getting hurt,” Hermione concluded.
“Oh, that” Harry said aloud. A part of him was upset that she wasn’t talking about her boobs.
“We still need advanced training, but we can search for the Horcruxes at the same time,” Hermione announced. And then she abruptly changed subjects by ordering: “Now give me the book.”
“Um… Book? What book do you mean?” asked Harry, attempted to play ignorant, even though he knew she was referring to his ‘/special book/.’
“I assume it’s in your room,” stated Hermione, not falling for Harry’s weak ploy.
Harry gave up and nodded his head. Hopping on his Firebolt, Harry hovered next to Hermione as they left her room and headed to his. After arriving in his room, Harry retrieved the book from his trunk and reluctantly handed it to Hermione.
“The Magic of Making Love: By Thos Antric,” Hermione read aloud. “Is this a joke? ‘/Thomas Antric/’?” she asked rhetorically. “A man named ‘/T. Antric/’ wrote a book on Tantric Magic?”
“What’s the big deal? I don’t get it,” Harry responded to Hermione’s question, not realizing it was rhetorical.
“Tantric Magic is magic through sex; this book is about magic and sex. The author’s name is obviously meant to be a humorous pseudonym.”
“Oh,” Harry replied, feeling a little silly for not knowing.
Hermione opened the book and started to thumb through the pages. She paused on one particular page and scrutinized it before asking, “Is that her foot by her own ear or is it his?”
“I was wondering about that myself,” replied Harry.
“So, Harry, can I assume that you learned how to perform cunnilingus from this text?” she asked, leaving the quandary of ‘/whose foot is that?/’ for later.
“Yeah,” replied Harry. “Um… it’s on page three hundred and forty two.”
Hermione turned the pages until she got to the section entitled: “/The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!/” It only took Hermione a few minutes to read the entire chapter twice. She closed the book, looked at Harry and asked “Let me guess, you skipped over the theories and benefits when you read this?”
“Well you know how much theory bores me,” explained Harry. “And as to the benefits, all I really cared to know was that it would be something that would make you happy.”
“Thank you Harry,” Hermione said with a bloom in her cheeks. “You really did make me… happy.
“But I think that it’s an important point that you skipped the segments on benefits,” she continued. “You see, you unknowingly performed a power boosting ritual.”
“I un-what-ingly what a what what?” stammered Harry, a little shocked at Hermione’s revelation.
“This chapter in the book was written so Parselmouths, like yourself, could use their unique ability to gain a temporary boost in their magical power.” Hermione explained. “That would explain how you set the Common Room on fire yesterday and why you /’accidentally’ /Summoned my bra earlier. You see, you’re not used to having such power and it’s taking you a little time to adjust.”
“Wow,” Harry muttered, still a little stunned. “You said that it was temporary; how long until the boost is gone?”
“Hmm… it says about six to seven months,” informed Hermione after she checked the text once more. “So we won’t have to do the ritual again for a few months.”
A wicked grin appeared on Harry’s face as he asked “So can we do it again?”
“No, that would be pointless,” Hermione answered, her eyes focused on the text. “The book clearly states that the power boost can only be gained every six to seven months. The tactic doesn’t allow for a continual growth in your core through repeated attempts.”
“So can we do it again?” repeated Harry, this time putting more emphases on the word “it”.
“Harry, the only reason to do it again would be to…” Hermione began and paused as she finally noticed Harry’s wicked grin. The witch blushed while Harry wriggled his eyebrows. “Oh… well there would be that… reason, wouldn’t there?”
Harry walked over to Hermione and leaned in close to her so that his mouth was very close to her ear. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of a snake in his mind before saying in Parseltongue: “C’mon Hermione, I want to taste you again.”
Hermione shuddered with desire as she obviously recalled the event from the last time Harry used his snake-language on her.
“Harry, we have more important things…” Hermione began to argue.
“It’ll be fun,” Harry said in Parseltongue. He kissed the tender spot behind Hermione’s earlobe while gently pushing his Parselmouth magic into her.
“Oh dear,” muttered Hermione, her resolve failing. “H-Harry we have to look for the…” Harry placed another one of his magical kisses on the nape of her neck. “My goodness…. t-there’s this book to…re… read….” With a deft flick of his fingers, Harry pushed the top of her gown down, exposing her marvelous breasts. Before she could object, Harry’s lips enveloped “/Carmella/” and continued to push his Parseltongue magic into Hermione. “H-H-Harryyyy…” Hermione began, her breath was escaping her lungs in short and rapid bursts. “We’re wasting…. v-valuable t-t-time…” Harry silenced her momentarily by switching to “/Natasha/” and continuing the same tactic. “Good god, that feels so good…. But we can’t, we need…”
Harry pulled himself away from Hermione’s nipple and offered in English, “How about you read the book while I eat you out?”
“Okay!” Hermione gleefully shouted and flopped down on the bed as she held the open book in the air and started to read aloud. “‘/Welcome to the wonderful world of Love Magic!’/” Harry wasted no time and pulled her gown all the way off. “‘/My name is Thomas Antric and I’ll be your guide/…'”
Harry gently removed Hermione’s already moist knickers and marveled once more at her shaved flower.
“‘/Many people have misconceptions about Love Magic. Too many people believe it is just about…/'”
Concentrating on a snake again, Harry began to work his magic on Hermione’s lower lips. Hermione immediately started to randomly read certain portions of the text louder and faster.
“‘…/SSSSSEX!// But that isn’t the case. It just so happ… happens TO BE a p-p-pleasant SSSSSIDE effect/…'”
He gently massaged her clit with his thumb while using his tongue to penetrate her vagina. After a moment, her body glistened with sweat and her honey flowed out of her body. Harry lapped it up like a starving man. Harry twirled his magical tongue in this way and that around Hermione’s bud and nether lips for a good amount of time while Hermione continued to read page after page.
“‘…/the theory behind THIS is SIMPLE/…'”
After several minutes, Harry decided to change tactics slightly. He decided to add his love based magic to his Parselmouth magic. He started to concentrate on just how much he felt for Hermione and how deeply. Harry’s new approach had an instantaneous effect on Hermione; she locked her legs around his head and began to scream out the text.
“‘… /THE MORE P-P-P-PLEA//SUR//E THE COUPLE FEEEEEELS, THE MORE POWER ISSSS PUT INTO THE RIT-RITUAL/…”
When Harry had gone down on her before, he was surprised how wet she had gotten, but it was nothing compared to how much she was flowing this time. Hermione’s juices ran out of her box and soiled the sheets of the bed. His face had become incredibly damp and the excess dripped steadily down his chin.
Hermione didn’t last long after Harry’s love magic poured through her body. She dropped Harry’s ‘/special book/’ to her side and started to thrash wildly on the bed as an orgasm unlike any Harry had seen her have before rocked her body. She cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. She gushed so much that he nearly choked on her juices. Harry clung to her, riding her flailing body as she gushed again and again.
Harry watched his more-than-a-friend, no, Harry realized, his girlfriend laying on his bed. Hermione was breathing heavily and her luscious body dripping with sweat. Hermione was trembling in ecstasy as she spurted the last remnants of her orgasm. Harry was about to congratulate himself when he noticed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was trying to get his attention. The organ was painfully erect and was apparently saddened because he wasn’t allowed to play; ‘Harry, Jr.’ seemed to be crying.
“Looks like you’ve got a problem there Harry,” said Hermione, noticing Harry’s aroused state from her prone position. She added in a lusty and husky tone: “I think we need to perform an experiment. I should do to you what I did when I was under the effects of Ginny’s Lust Potion. Just to prove once and for all that it wasn’t just the potion making me do it, mind you.”
“Huh?” Harry muttered, a little taken back at Hermione’s tone.
“I think I should do a repeat performance,” She continued. Hermione pointed at Harry’s aroused state and said: “Let me give you a hand with that.” For the second time ever that Harry had known her, Hermione worked up a large amount of saliva in her mouth before licking her palm. Harry shuddered with desire at the memory of Hermione’s hand wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “Now strip!” commanded Hermione.
A smile appeared on Harry’s face as he tore off his clothing. Harry stood completely starkers in front of Hermione.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to sit next to me,” stated Hermione as she propped herself up on her elbows. “My knees are really shaky from that last one. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before,” Hermione added and Harry beamed with pride. “What did you do differently? I mean the first time you went down on me was spectacular, but this time… wow!”
“Oh, I just tapped into my love based magic, that’s all,” Harry offered while eagerly awaiting Hermione’s touch.
“You tapped into your love magic?” asked Hermione, an inquisitive look appeared on her face. “But how – ?”
“Questions later,” Harry interrupted. He usually didn’t like to be rude to Hermione but ‘/Harry, Jr./’ desperately wanted to play and then take a nap. “Handjob now!”
“Aren’t we impatient?” Hermione jokingly chided. She sat up and started to move the ‘/special book/’ off of the bed when her eyes caught something on the page that had flopped open when she dropped it during her massive orgasm. By the looks of it, the book had opened to a section near the end, a section that Harry hadn’t read yet. Hermione’s eyes bulged as she scanned the page. “Harry, get me your potion supplies!” she commanded. “I found a ritual which will lead us to the Horcruxes!”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered pathetically. Hermione had promised a handjob, and now she was talking about a ritual. This, Harry thought, was totally unfair.
“It’s a ritual designed to locate missing or hidden items!” Hermione cheered, oblivious to Harry’s predicament. “Hopefully we can use it to find where the Horcruxes are.”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered even more pathetically. This time Hermione looked up into Harry’s dejected face.
“Harry, don’t worry. The ritual requires me to use my hands to stimulate you,” Hermione explained.
“Huh?” asked Harry, he hated it when she used big words, especially when he was focused on the lost opportunity of another handjob.
“Handjob, Harry,” Hermione clarified, knowing that her use of ‘/big words/’ threw Harry for a loop, specifically when he was already distracted. “Now go get your potion supplies.”
Harry gleefully hopped into the air and scampered to retrieve his supplies like a boy on Christmas morning going to fetch his presents. Within seconds Harry had returned with his arms full. He was so happy about Hermione’s promise of a ritual that would have her use her hands to stimulate him that he had forgotten what Hermione had actually requested. He remembered that she had wanted his potion supplies, but he was afraid that she would need something else. So to be on the safe side, Harry not only brought Hermione his potion supplies and cauldron, he also brought along his Herbology supplies, his telescope… and for some odd reason, a pair of his dirty socks.
While muttering “not this, or this,” Hermione discarded Harry’s telescope and herbology supplies. But when Hermione was about to fling the socks away, she paused and rechecked the ingredient list in the book. “That’s strange,” she said to no one in particular. “I do need these.” She then unceremoniously tossed the socks into the cauldron along with several other liquids and powders from Harry’s potion supplies. After stirring the concoction clockwise four times and twirling it twice, Hermione commanded: “Sit on the bed, Harry.”
Harry complied and sat next to Hermione. ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was happily looking up at the ceiling, eagerly waiting for playtime to commence. Hermione slid off of the bed and knelt in-between Harry’s legs. She dipped her hands into the cauldron and began to explain the ritual to Harry.
“While I’m stimulating you, we both have to focus on the object or objects we are searching for,” she explained clinically. Hermione promptly noticed the dazed and stunned expression on Harry’s face and decided to repeat what she had just said so that Harry could understand. “While I’m giving you a handjob, we have to think about the Horcruxes.”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that,” Harry tried to reply nonchalantly.
“Also we each have to chant an incantation throughout the ritual,” continued Hermione. “Yours is ‘/Ructo// Vermis/’ while I have to chant ‘/Praefoco// Pullus/’.”
“/Ructo// Vermis ,/” Harry repeated.
Hermione took her hands, which were now completely coated with a clear oily liquid, out of the cauldron and began to gently coat Harry’s organ. The liquid was warn and, along with Hermione’s hands working it into Harry’s member, made ‘/Harry, Jr./’ cry just a little more, but this time Harry would have said that they were definitely tears of joy. Hermione started to use both of her hands to stroke Harry’s shaft (mind you, Harry wasn’t ‘/hung like a hippogriff/,’ it’s just that Hermione had tiny hands), and placed her mouth so that her lips were hovering over the crown.
“/Praefoco// Pullus ,/” Hermione began to chant her portion of the spell, her warm breath danced across his crown and Harry closed his eyes and started to chant in counterpoint to her. “/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
After Harry repeated his half of the incantation for the third time, he felt the magic pour over his body and he started to feel light-headed. Hermione’s hands started to pump in cadence with her chanting.
“/Praefoco// Pullus, Praefoco Pullus.”/
“/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
Then something strange happened; Harry felt as if he had left his body. He could still feel himself chanting while being pleasured, but he also felt as if he was floating. He opened his eyes and noticed that he seemed to be hovering near the ceiling of the room. As an experiment, Harry looked at his hand as he floated near the ceiling and was surprised to see that it was transparent, as if he was a ghost. Harry looked down and saw himself lying on the bed with Hermione wanking him off while they were both chanting.
“This feels weird,” Harry said as he witnessed his corporeal body.
“I know what you mean,” Hermione replied. Harry looked down and saw a ghost-like Hermione hovering below him. She was transparent like he was, but Harry could see as well as feel that she had her hands wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. Harry marveled at how nice astral-Hermione’s boobs looked. “Harry, are you looking at my breasts?”
“Yes,” Harry replied while not taking his eyes off of her luscious mounds. “Yes I am.”
“Harry stop look at my tits,” Hermione commanded. “We have to find the Horcruxes!”
“It’s really hard thinking about the Horcruxes when you’re holding my willy like that.” Harry complained. “Besides, I like looking at your titties, they’re really nice.”
“Thank you Harry,” said Hermione. Harry couldn’t tell for certain, but he swore that astral-Hermione was blushing at his compliment. “You can thoroughly examine them later.”
“Promise?” asked Harry.
“Yes, I promise,” she answered. “Let’s try and find the Horcruxes.”
After Harry begrudgingly agreed to stop focusing on Hermione’s boobs and focus on Voldemort’s Horcruxes, both Harry and Hermione plummeted toward the floor; actually their astral projections plummeted while their bodies remained where they were. They rapidly fell past floor after floor of the castle. Harry recognized the dungeons and the kitchen as they shot by them before they felt like they were slowing down. Their descent had paused, but where they ended up, Harry couldn’t tell. The couple was in total darkness and was unable to discern where they were.
“What’s going on?” Hermione’s asked. Harry couldn’t see where she was in the darkness, but he could definitely feel her hands still wroking his organ.
“I don’t know,” Harry responded. He heard the sounds of dripping water coming from somewhere nearby. It felt oddly familiar to Harry, and it also felt as if something important was there in the darkness. “Did the ritual work?”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied.
Another second passed in the darkness and suddenly, Harry felt as if they were flying. At first, it felt as if he were passing through the dark and dank air, but then it felt as if he was hurtling through solid rock. After a few seconds of flying through rock, Harry’s spirit began to fly through the early night sky. He could still feel Hermione’s hands on him as he looked behind himself and saw the shrinking castle of Hogwarts as they rocketed away from it. For a full minute, Harry and Hermione flew through the darkening sky when they started to approach a cluster of lights. They dove at the cluster of lights and Harry quickly recognized it as Diagon Alley. Before either one could guess what they were doing there, Harry and Hermione’s spirits passed Diagon Alley and its assorted shops and flew into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
The pair slowed as they neared Borgin & Burkes. Their spirits passed through the shop’s door and saw that Mr. Borgin was speaking to an old and crumpled looking wizard.
“You won’t find a nicer piece anywhere else, I assure you,” Borgin announced as he handed the unknown wizard a simple locket. It was obvious that the two older wizards had no idea that they were being spied upon by Harry and Hermione. For some indiscernible reason, Harry’s attention was drawn to the locket, and it felt like something was telling him that this was one of the items he and Hermione were looking for.
“That’s one of the Horcruxes!” Hermione declared triumphantly.
“Wait,” Harry said as he examined the locket and recognized it from one of the Pensieve memories that Dumbledore had shared with him. “That’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, the one R. A. B. stole from the cave before we could retrieve it.”
Harry and Hermione watched as the unknown wizard paid Borgin and left the shop with the locket.
“So this R. A. B. bloke nicked Voldemort’s Horcrux and sold it to Borgin?” Harry asked.
“That doesn’t make sense, why would he sell it to Borgin,” answered Hermione. “According to the note he left in the fake locket, he intended to destroy it. He or she probably died before he or she got the chance to do it and the Horcrux somehow ended up here.”
Before they could continue their discussion, Harry and Hermione flew off into the night again. The couple flew for a brief amount of time before descending into London. They rapidly approached a building that Harry recognized; it was the orphanage where Tom Riddle grew up. Harry and Hermione passed through the brick wall of the building and promptly started to go down through the floor. After a second or two of falling through darkness, they ended up in a dimly lit chamber. There was an object that was covered with a black sheet in the middle of the room. It was this object that Harry’s attention was drawn to.
“So, which founder do you think this, whatever it might be, belong to?” Harry asked.
“With the locket and the ring being Slytherin’s, I would have to guess that all the other Horcruxes would be from the other founders; either Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor,” replied Hermione.
A moment later, the pair was off again. Their spirits soared across the sky for some time before they once again descended toward the ground. However this time, both Harry and Hermione recognized the building they were headed to. It was the family home of the “Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,” number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
“Why are we here?” asked Harry as they flew through the dark walls and entered the dusty house.
“I don’t know…” began Hermione.
The pair entered the kitchen and stopped when they reached a grimy pile of rags that Kreacher had called his bed before Harry had ordered him to go to Hogwarts. Placed on top of the pile was a golden cup with a badger engraved on one side.
“That must’ve been Hufflepuff’s,” stated Harry. “But why would R. A. B. hide it here…?”
“I am so dense!” Hermione announced. “R. A. B. must have been Regulus Black, Sirius’ brother!’
“Huh?” asked Harry.
“Yes, remember when we were here and had to clean up the place? We found a locket that we couldn’t open. That must’ve been Slytherin’s locket,” Hermione explained. “Regulus must have taken the Horcruxes that he managed to steal and simply hid them here until he could find a way to destroy them. But he was murdered before he could finish the job.”
“And then after Sirius died, Fletcher stole a load of stuff from the house, including one Horcrux, and sold it to Borgin,” Harry concluded, finally catching on to Hermione’s line of thought. “Boy, this Horcrux Hunt is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.”
With that, the couple soared out of Grimmauld Place and into the sky once more. This time, Harry was unable to keep track of where they were heading because the ground below them had turned pitch black, as if there were no towns or homes to give off lights. Soon, they approached an eerie looking keep. They quickly passed through the moldy rocks that made up the walls and entered a dark and clammy throne room. Sitting on an ornately decorated throne was none other than Voldemort. Kneeling in front of the villain was the kidnapped ice-cream maker extraordinaire, Florean Fortescue. The confection creator was trembling in fear as Voldemort sampled a bright orange scoop of ice cream. As Voldemort worked the frozen treat in his mouth, Hermione stated, “And finally, the last Horcrux, Voldemort himself.”
“Ah, very good, Fortescue,” Voldemort announced. “You get to live for another night. Tomorrow, I want ‘Rocky Road,’ but with no fucking marshmallows! I loath marshmallows! Heaven help you if I see one single marshmallow in my ice-cream!”
“But what about Nagini?” asked Harry, trying his best to ignore the villain gorging himself on ice-cream. “Shouldn’t she be one of the Horcruxes?”
“Why?” Hermione asked, her voice sounding a bit perplexed.
“Dumbledore reckoned that the reason Voldemort was able to control her so well was because he had made the snake into one of his Horcruxes,” Harry explained.
“But Voldemort is a Parselmouth, which means he can order the snake around,” Hermione countered. “And when you witnessed Nagini’s attack on Mr. Weasley, Voldemort was actually possessing her at the time. That is why Voldemort has such good control over her.
“Voldemort is obsessed with becoming immortal,” Hermione continued to explain. “He placed fragments of his soul into different items, thereby creating the Horcruxes. This would assure his immortality. We know that when a Horcrux is destroyed, like the diary and ring, that fragment of his soul is destroyed along with it. So why would Voldemort risk putting a piece of his soul in a mortal creature? When the creature dies, so does the fragment of Voldemort’s soul.”
“What if Nagini is like a Basilisk?” Harry retorted. “What if she could live for centuries?”
“She could still get sick and die. A rock could fall on her head and kill her. A larger predator could eat her. Nagini could even starve to death,” Hermione listed. “Dozens of things could happen that could cause a creature’s death. That’s why all the Horcruxes are inanimate objects; things that cannot die. Voldemort would never risk his immortality by creating a Horcrux in a living creature. There are too many unpredictable things that could happen.”
“Oh,” Harry replied simply when he suddenly felt a familiar tug, much like the tug associated with Portkey travel. However, the tugging sensation wasn’t located behind his navel, like Portkey travel, Harry felt the tug come from ‘/Harry, Jr./’ and his luggage.
In the blink of an eye, Harry had returned to his body which was still lying on his bed. The young wizard was breathing heavily and his loins felt as if they had just spent themselves. It was odd, he didn’t feel his orgasm, but he definitely felt the after effects of one. He was about to ask Hermione about it when he saw her face and paused. Harry didn’t need to ask Hermione if he had cummed, he could see it on her face. The whitish goop was slowly dripping down her forehead and in-between her eyes. It looked as if Hermione was deep in thought and she had not yet noticed Harry’s cum upon her face.
“Um, Hermione…” began Harry. He wanted to warn her about the mess on her face, but was trying to find a delicate way of telling her about it. He couldn’t just say ‘/Sorry Hermione, but it looks like I just came on your face/’ now could he? However, Harry’s attention was diverted from Hermione’s predicament when another voice coming from the corner of the room spoke up.
“You know, for beginners, you’re doing pretty well,” the ghost of Gryffindor commented. He was sitting on Neville’s bed and he appeared to be jotting down notes on a spare piece of parchment. “First off, Harry did a bang up job, the way Hermione was gushing, cheers mate. I tell you if Salazar knew he could do that with his haughty ‘/I can talk to snakes/’ thing, he would’ve gotten more arse. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so bitter.” Gryffindor continued. Both Harry and Hermione were so much in shock that neither one even attempted to cover their naked forms. As a matter of fact, Hermione was so shocked by the ghost’s presence, that she still had her hands around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “As for you, Hermione, you did fairly well. But there is room for improvement.”
It was this point that Gryffindor showed the two naked and sweaty teens the parchment. The page was full of crude drawings. The drawings were crude both in style (stick figures with overly large circles for boobs and something that looked like a huge cigar for ‘/Harry, Jr./’) and subject matter.
“Hey, that’s a one way exit on me, mister!” Harry shouted upon finally recognizing one particular drawing which showed what he assumed was Hermione’s index finger going into a notorious orifice in Harry’s body.
“C’mon Harry,” Gryffindor argued. “Think of it as a ‘/how’d you do/’.” The ghost decided to illustrate his argument by forming a tight “o” with his thumb and forefinger from his left hand and them promptly shoved his right forefinger into the “o.”
“THAT IS IT!” Hermione shouted. The naked witch shot up and Harry could tell that every muscle in her body was tense with rage.
“Nice shave job there love,” the specter commented as he indicated Hermione’s crotch. “I told you brainy birds are naught-”
“GET THE HELL OUT!” screamed Hermione.
“A-ha!” exclaimed Gryffindor as he waggled a finger at Hermione’s face and the goop that was silently dripping down it. “Next time turn your head, love.”
“What are you talking – ?” Hermione began to demand before she started to violently tear at her right eye. “OH SWEET BABY MAVE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!”
Obviously Harry’s ejaculate had finally seeped into one of Hermione’s eyes. She continued to howl as she started to frantically look around the room with one eye open. Harry realized she must’ve been looking for something to wash the seminal fluid out of her eye. That is when Harry decided to help her out.
He snatched his wand off of the bedside table and performed a simple Water Jet Charm at Hermione. It was supposed to be a simple charm that caused a gentle stream of water to flow from the tip of the caster’s wand. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, Harry had forgotten about his power boost. Instead of a gentle stream of water flowing from Harry’s wand tip, a rather large wave exploded out of it. The wave was at least two feet taller than Harry and not only did it knock Hermione to the floor, it also flooded the room.
“Oh, boy, this isn’t good,” Gryffindor declared and scurried out of the room, obviously afraid of Hermione’s impending wrath. “I’m out of here.”
Hermione slowly pulled herself off of the water covered floor and to her feet. Not only was she completely soaked, but her right eye was puffy and red. She took a calming breath before addressing Harry.
“I think it would be best…” she said slowly, as if she was having difficulty controlling her anger, “… if you leave this room, right now.”
“But this is my room, Hermione,” Harry said stupidly. It was stupid because Hermione felt compelled to repeat her order in a very load voice.
“LEAVE THIS ROOM, RIGHT NOW!” she snapped.
His senses finally returning to him, Harry ran like a bat out of hell out of his room. Harry didn’t stop running until he reached the safety of the Common Room. He reckoned that it would be for the best if he were to just sleep on the couch in front of the fire. It was then that he realized that he didn’t have a sheet to cover himself with, nor did he have any clothes on. He thought about conjuring some items, like some clothes, but he was afraid that because he was still unaccustomed to his power boost, he would end up conjuring a lacy and frilly sleeping gown instead of a pair of boxers. Harry sighed and spoke aloud to no one in particular: “I need some help.”
Soft popping noises alerted Harry to the presence of two house-elves, Kreacher and Dobby. Before Harry could cover his bits, the two elves commented on his nakedness.
“Master Harry Brat is more wrinkly in areas then Kreacher is,” the ancient elf cackled pointing a finger at Harry’s organ.
“I’m not wrinkly!” Harry defended himself against Kreacher’s statement.
“Harry Potter is the Greatest Wizard ever!” Dobby declared as he genuflected. “Far greater than all the Malfoys combined! Dobby had the bad fortune of dressing former masters, so’s Dobby knows what Dobby is talking about”
“I’m greater then Lucius and Draco, combined?” asked Harry to which Dobby replied by energetically nodding his head. He knew he wasn’t small, but he never thought of himself as being huge either. Harry had the decency to cover himself up with both hands before continuing. “Well, that’s good to know,” he took a great amount of masculine pride in the fact that he was more endowed then the entire male portion of the Malfoy family.
“Then again, Master Draccy was only tweelves the last times Dobby dressed him and even Dobby is greater than Master Luscius,” Dobby added. Harry’s masculine pride was suddenly shattered in a thousand pieces, Harry couldn’t imagine that Dobby was well endowed and every twelve year old is under developed. So the fact that Harry was ‘/greater than all the Malfoys combined/’ wasn’t such high praise after all. The guilt ridden House-elf punched himself in the head for insulting his former master before continuing. “Former master never made former mistress happy. Dobby always had to help finish former mistress off when former master fell asleep -”
“Okay stop right there,” Harry blurted out and he held out both of his hands if front of him as if they would shield him from the nasty image of Dobby being… intimate with Narcissa. This action, of course, exposed his bits again.
“Much more wrinkly,” Kreacher added as Dobby bowed once more to ‘/Harry, Jr./’.
“Damnit,” Harry cursed as he dropped his hands to his sides. It was pointless to try and cover himself now. “Listen, my magic’s gone all wonky and I can’t conjure anything. Could you two make me some pajamas and a bed to sleep in, please?”
Kreacher grumbled and snapped his fingers. A humble and somewhat lumpy bed appeared in front of Harry. With Dobby’s snapping fingers, Harry was clothed in a fine set of silk pajamas. Of course the words “/World Greatest Wizard/” were embroidered on the font of his shirt with an arrow underneath pointing to Harry’s crotch.
“Wills yous be needing anything else, Harry Potter sir?” Dobby asked.
“No you two can leave,” said Harry. With two pops, the House elves disappeared. Exhausted from this long and adventurous day, Harry fell asleep the moment his head touched his pillow.
“Harry, it’s time to wake up,” Hermione’s soft voice drew Harry out of his dreamless slumber. He was stunned to see that her right eye was still red and puffy-looking.
“Morning, Hermione,” Harry greeted her as he sat up. “I’m sorry about your eye.”
“It was just an accident,” Hermione began to say. She abruptly stopped speaking when she saw what was written on his shirt. “My, aren’t we confident?”
“Um, err…” Harry stammered, totally embarrassed by his shirt and hurt by Hermione’s statement. Her comment made Harry think that she believed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was unworthy of such praise.
“Well, I happen to think you are the greatest,” Hermione cooed as she slipped her petite hand down Harry’s pants and gave a good morning squeeze to ‘/Harry, Jr./’ “Especially down here.”
“Thanks,” Harry said sheepishly and he felt a blush creep into his cheeks.
“We can play later,” Hermione stated and she pulled her hand away from Harry’s member.
“Hey!” protested Harry. “You can’t just squeeze a bloke’s thing and then stop.”
“We have something to discuss,” she said gravely.
“Is it about the Horcruxes?” asked Harry.
“No, something else. Remember when you performed oral sex on me yesterday?” Hermione asked. “I told you it felt different, more intense than the first time you did it. You told me you added your love based power to your Parseltongue magic. That got me thinking and I read the segments in ‘/The Magic of Making Love/’ concerning the two acts you performed on me, using your Parselmouth abilities and ‘Pleasure Pressure Points.’ Well according to the book, the pressure point technique you used on me during the wedding should have only made me feel a little pleasure, not a mind blowing orgasm. I can assume you tapped into you love magic yesterday during the wedding?”
“Yes, I thought you needed to relax a bit,” Harry responded.
“I would like to run a little experiment concerning you love based power,” Hermione said.
Harry’s heart leapt up as well as ‘/Harry, Jr./’ at the notion of Hermione’s experiment.
“Not that type of experiment,” chuckled Hermione noticing Harry’s reaction. “I want you to perform a simple Cheering Charm on me.”
“That’s it? A Cheering Charm?” asked Harry, a little put out. He was hoping for a little romp with Hermione. “Can we do this experiment nude at least?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” Hermione said and stood up. “I want you to perform the Charm like you would normally. But don’t tap into you love core. With your power boost, there should be a fairly powerful reaction on my part.”
Harry got out of the elf-conjured bed and pointed his wand at Hermione.
“Now, wave your wand at me in a half-crescent motion, like the mouth on a smiley face and say ‘/Exhilaro// Hilaro/.’ Remember to put emphasize on the ‘/Roh/’ sound at the end.” Hermione lectured.
Harry followed her instructions and said in a loud and clear voice “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
Harry felt the charm spring from his wand and fly silently at Hermione. A bright and goofy grin appeared on Hermione’s face instantaneously as she stood in front of Harry.
“Good job, Harry!” Hermione announced. She tapped herself on the head with her own wand and said “/Finite/” and the goofy grin was gone. “Now try it again, but focus on your core, focus on loving thoughts.”
It was easy for Harry to do that, he simply recalled how he felt when he blurted out that he loved Hermione at the reception; warm, happy, and complete. He pointed his wand at Hermione once more and said “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
With a loud bang, Hermione was thrown over the couch and out of sight.
“Whoops,” Harry nervously exclaimed. “Hermione?”
To be continued.
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i wrote this on a more light hearted note but still good sex also while writing this i was listening to feel so close to you by calvin harris
This story is a continuation of “Getting Cindy Fucked,” expanding the theme developed in that story. As noted, the story is a work of fiction, but it is based upon real people and genuine circumstances. Names and situations have been changed or modified in order to provide anonymity.
We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.
Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered.
“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”
She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”
Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”
Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.
We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.
We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.
Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.
Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”
“That’s fine.”
She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”
We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”
I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.
The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”
I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.
She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.
I said, “I really like your outfit.”
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.
Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”
“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”
Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”
Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn’t be able to out talk Pam.
Pam said, “My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house.”
I said, “Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it.”
Pam hesitated a second and then, “Well actually, it’s my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren’t too wild.”
We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam’s five-foot five-inch body.
We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up.
Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, “I’m sorry Paula. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you’re just really pretty.”
We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, “This is the most I ever drank.”
The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad.
Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, “What games are we going to play tonight?”
Pam sighed and said, “I forgot to bring them.”
The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, “Well I did bring one board game.”
Someone asked, “What’s the name of it?”
“Getting To Know You,” replied Pam.
“How do you play it?” another party goer asked.
“It’s easy,” replied Pam. “You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a “have your partner take off one article of your clothing square,” or it’s an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one.”
She grinned lewdly and said, “You don’t want to go to level two guys.”
Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, “Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won’t make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
Paula looked at me. I said, “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”
She thought and said, “Let’s start playing and see.”
The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, “Kiss your partner for two minutes.”
Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue.
Pam yelled in a teasing voice, “Just good friends…NOT!”
Paula’s first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled.
The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards.
Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten.
One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist.
Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious.
Finally it was Paula’s turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, “I think it’s time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced.”
Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”
She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me.
The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, “Shit.”
Someone said, “Read the card Pam.”
Pam read, “Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come.”
Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, “Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here.”
Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet.
Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn’t blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts.
Pam’s boyfriend was laughing and said, “I guess we better call that the end of the game.”
He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, “I guess I should have quit when you did.”
It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, “Why don’t you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we’re ready to leave, we’ll blow the car horn.”
I nodded and took Paula’s hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen.
Finally Paula asked, “Do you think I’m a chicken?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’ve never played a game like and it got to me too.”
Paula stopped walking and faced me. “You don’t understand. I think I could play that game, but that’s not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people.”
The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, “What a wonderful thing to say to me.”
Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment.
“They’re beautiful, “I whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I asked, “Can I touch them?”
She giggled nervously, “If you don’t I’ll kill myself.”
We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, “They won’t break honey.”
I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped.
A car horn sounded in the distance.
“Shit,” she wailed in frustration.
She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, “This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys.
I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam’s house, I teased her breasts.
We arrived at Pam’s, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula’s car and kissed. She said, “It’s late and I didn’t tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow is Gran’s special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
“Of course,” I answered.
She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, “Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?”
I was confused. “No.”
She stared at me and answered, “How about a virgin on the pill?”
I answered quietly. “I’m a virgin too. When…?”
“When I knew you were coming…just in case…I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn’t know what would happen, but you are my best friend and…”
I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, “I don’t want to leave you.”
I said, “Go home and take care of Gran. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”
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