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Daughter on top – chapter 5

Now that Jolyne had been introduced to the wonderful world of fucking,
she couldn’t seem to get her mind off hard cocks. Every time she passed
a man on the street, she unconsciously looked for a bulge in the front
of his pants. Now that she was no longer a virgin, she began thinking
more and more about her math teacher’s prick. She’d had a secret crush
on him since the first day in class, and now that she was sexually
active, the feeling for him was much more intense.
Sitting at her desk one afternoon, the girl couldn’t seem to keep her
eyes off the handsome teacher. As he stood in front of the class, Jolyne
was all hot and itchy between her legs as she tried to visualize the
cock beneath his pants. Watching him as she sat at her desk, the
youngster’s desire for him was so strong she could almost scream. She
suddenly realized she’d never be satisfied until she could feel his hard
boner stuffed up between her legs.
When the bell rang at the end of class, Jolyne remained seated while all
the other students left the room. When she and the teacher were the only
ones in the classroom, she slowly walked up to his desk.
“Mr. Andrews,” she smiled, her lower lip trembling slightly. “Do you
like me?”
“Of course I like you,” he answered, completely puzzled by her question.
“I mean do you really like me?” she whispered.
“Of course I do.”
“Enough to go to bed with me?”
“Certainly not!” he snapped.
“Why not?”
“For one thing, you’re too young.”
Realizing she would have to take desperate measures, Jolyne casually
walked over and locked the door. Slowly strolling back to where the
handsome man was seated behind his desk, the girl began brazenly
unbuttoning her blouse.
“Jolyne!” he gasped as she removed the garment, boldly baring her cute
bra-less tits. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“That’s up to you,” she whispered, lowering the zipper on the side of
her skirt. “I’m ready for anything you want.”
“Stop that!” he shouted as the horny little blonde rolled her skirt down
over her softly rounded hips and ass, leaving her completely naked
except for her brief little panties.
“Take it easy, Mr. Andrews,” she giggled, slipping her fingers into the
waistband of her pants. “If you shout again, I’ll scream.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he gulped.
“Just try me,” she whispered. “Think how it would look and what people
would say if they found a naked student in the math teacher’s room.”
“Jesus Christ, Jolyne!” he gasped when the beautiful young blonde
removed her panties. “Have you gone crazy?”
“Nope,” smiled the girl, standing completely naked in front of the
stunned teacher. “You have two choices. You can either fuck me or I
start screaming.”
“You little slut!” he gasped, staring at her bare flesh. “I can’t
believe you could be so depraved.”
“Do you want me to scream?” she whispered, kicking off her sandals.
“No.”
“Then shut up,” she grinned.
Afraid of being caught with the naked student, he just stared helplessly
at her luscious young tits with the big turgid nipples thrusting out
from them. Finally lowering his eyes down over her deliciously flat
stomach, they momentarily focused on the soft pink pussylips nestled
within her golden cunt curls. Her cute little cunt glistened with the
juices that shimmered like drops of dew on her slippery cuntlips.
Not saying another word, the horny girl moved behind the desk, and,
facing the seated man, she perched her sweet young ass on top of it.
Resting her feet on the arms of his chair, she spread her knees so that
her open pussy was only inches from his eyes.
Unable to control himself, the man could feel his prick starting to
swell and stir in his pants as he gazed at her delicious little cunt.
The fragrant scent of it was filling his nostrils.
“D’ya like it?” she whispered, seeing the bulge in the front of his
pants.
When he didn’t answer, Jolyne removed one of her bare feet from the arm
of his chair and began rubbing his crotch with it.
“Guess what, Mr. Andrews,” she giggled. “You’re gettin’ a hard-on.”
The teacher’s cock had suddenly exploded into a full-blown erection as
her dainty little toes lovingly caressed it through the material of his
pants. Seeing the excitement burning in his eyes, Jolyne hoped she could
get him to fuck her. Sliding off the desk, she knelt in front of the
seated man and quickly lowered his zipper.
“Oh, God, please put your clothes on and get out of here,” he begged,
still trying to control the burning lust that was rapidly building in
his loins.
“I told you I’d scream if you don’t shut up,” she warned, easing his
hard boner out of his open fly.
“Please don’t,” panted the man.
“Then be quiet,” she giggled, starting to stroke his massive boner.
Feeling her teacher’s hard meat lurching and throbbing in her hand,
Jolyne knew that seducing him would be very exciting. There was
something about the rubbery hardness and heat of his prick that was
really turning her on.
Her young cunt was creaming hotly between her legs as she peeled the
soft thick foreskin back and forth over his throbbing boner. Thrilled by
the feel of it, the horny little blonde lowered her head and pressed his
hot, hard cockhead against her cheek. The texture and warmth of it was
exciting against her flesh.
Inhaling the male aroma of his drooling prick, she brushed her softly
parted lips over his big sensitive knob. Gently holding his shaft in her
hand, she swirled her tongue deliciously around the head of his dick.
Feeling the man trembling with excitement, Jolyne smiled up at him and
began running her tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft. She
could feel it swelling even larger as she teased her hot wet tongue all
around the rim of his sensitive cockhead. Slowly lowering her lips, the
naughty teenager took all of her teacher’s big plum-colored knob into
her hot little mouth. She could feel him trembling with joy as her soft
slippery lips slid down over his dome-shaped cockhead.
“Oh, my God!” gasped the man, staring at the way his meaty hard-on was
buried in the darling youngster’s hot sucking mouth.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, temporarily removing his cock from her
mouth.
“Jesus, yes!” he gasped, no longer wanting the girl to leave him alone.
“It’s fantastic!”
“I knew you’d like it,” she giggled.
His prick began throbbing even more violently in her hand as she once
more lowered her mouth down over it. The silence in the classroom was
broken only by his panting and the sound of her greedy little mouth
sucking noisily on his spit-drenched shaft. With his eyes closed in
ecstasy, the excited teacher was thoroughly enjoying the erotic smacking
sound of the horny youngster’s mouth sucking and milking on his
sensitive cock.
With her deliciously hot lips encircling his bloated meat, she took it
deeper and deeper into her mouth until she could feel his hard rubbery
knob probing against the back of her throat. Wanting to please the
handsome man even more, she slowly lifted her mouth with such an intense
suction that it caused the teacher to moan with joy. Repeating this lewd
action, she could feel the man thrusting his hips up from the chair to
meet every downward plunge of her soft sucking mouth.
“Oh, my God!” he moaned, half-crazed by the feel of her lips around his
prick. “Suck, honey, suck!”
“Suck what?” she giggled, temporarily removing her mouth from his boner.
“You know,” he panted. “Suck my thing.”
“You can talk plainer than that,” she grinned. “What do you want me to
suck?”
“My penis,” answered the aroused man who always used very proper
language at all times.
“What’s the matter?” she giggled, wanting to hear her teacher use
naughty words. “Can’t you say cock?”
“Sure I can,” he panted.
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“Suck my cock!” he finally yelled.
“Say it again,” she laughed, pleased to hear her handsome teacher use a
four-letter word.
“Suck my cock!” he excitedly shouted, grasping the girl’s blonde hair
and forcing her mouth down toward his prick. “Suck my fucking cock!”
“That’s better,” she giggled, once more lowering her mouth down over his
prick.
With his breath coming in hot short gasps, he curled his fingers into
her tousled hair, pushing her mouth down tighter over his big throbbing
cockhead.
“Suck it, baby, suck it!” he panted, wildly pumping his cock in and out
of her slurping mouth. “Suck for Christ’s sake! I’m almost there!”
Wanting to prolong his ejaculation until his prick was in her cunt,
Jolyne released his tingling boner and hopped up onto the desk again.
Once more facing him with her feet on the arms of his chair and her
knees spread widely apart, she could see the lust on his face as he
stared into her juicy snatch.
“Honey,” she whispered, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt, “I’ve
got a neat surprise for you, if you’ll take your clothes off.”
Unable to control himself any longer, he quickly stood up and removed
his clothes.
“Now that’s much better,” she whispered as he sat down in front of her
again, gazing up between her legs at the steamy little cunt that was
only inches from his eyes.
She could see his thick purple cock throbbing lustily as the aroused man
watched the little droplets of glistening pussy-cream oozing out from
between her hot wet cuntlips. The soft velvety texture of the
youngster’s slippery inner flesh could be seen between the slightly
parted lips of her sweet young pussy.
“Oh, honey,” she whispered, writhing her juicy little cunt around in
front of his excited eyes. “Why don’t you kiss my horny little pussy?”
Frank Andrews had never once dreamed of touching a cunt with his mouth,
but suddenly the thought of it made his prick throb more violently.
Completely mesmerized by the sight of her little oozing slit, the
aroused teacher lost all control of himself and buried his face in the
swampy hotness of the young girl’s soft furry little teenaged hole.
“Oh, Mr. Andrews,” she whimpered with joy. “You naughty man, I love it.
Shit, I love it.”
Excited by the tangy flavor of the youngster’s hotly leaking pussy, he
feverishly attacked her open slit with his mouth and tongue. The
handsome teacher’s face was completely saturated with the slippery
juices that were flooding out of her deliciously tasting cunt.
“D’ya like it?” she whispered, writhing her cunt up around his slavering
mouth. “D’ya like my hot little pussy?”
“Fuck, yes,” he panted, thrusting his tongue even deeper into her hot
little fuckhole.
With his face buried in the fragrant softness of her slippery little
snatch, the teacher was completely enthralled by the feel of her soft
cunt hair against his cheeks and nose as he sucked and slurped on his
beautiful student’s deliciously scented twat. The feel and taste of
Jolyne’s teenaged slit was driving him wild as his lips and tongue
worked up and down between her spread cuntlips.
Thrilled by the intense pleasure that was radiating out from between her
legs to every tingling nerve in her body, the aroused girl was writhing
in ecstasy on top of the desk. Becoming more excited by the second, the
youngster was further turned on by the obscenely wet sound of his mouth
slurping lewdly between her widely parted thighs.
“Oh, Jesus, Mr. Andrews,” she whimpered, grinding her hot crotch up
tighter against his sucking mouth. “This feels so fucking good.”
Squealing with joy, the horny youngster began squeezing her deliciously
naked thighs against his juice-smeared face. Her hot wet pussy writhed
against his mouth as the teacher continued drilling his tongue in and
out of the fiery depths of her overheated snatch.
Staring down between his legs as the man lustily sucked and slurped on
her twat, Jolyne could see his thick prick throbbing back against his
belly. Looking at her handsome teacher’s beautiful big cock, the young
girl suddenly wanted to feel it buried up between her legs.
“Mr. Andrews,” she whispered, pushing his face away from her hot
steaming cunt. “Would you like to fuck me?”
“What?” he gasped.
Not answering, she jumped off the desk and straddled the man’s loins.
Reaching down, she grasped his hard prick and aimed it up between her
legs. Then she quickly lowered her juicy little slit down over his
throbbing cockhead.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” he roared as his sensitive prick sank into the soft
slippery flesh of her sucking cunt. This was the first and only pussy
he’d fucked other than his wife’s, and the feel of her tight juicy inner
flesh squeezing around his hard cock was blowing his mind.
“Ooooooooooh, shit, Mr. Andrews!” she sobbed, pressing her softly parted
lips to his as she continued lowering her cunt farther down over his
throbbing meat. “You’ve got such a nice big cock!”
“Jesus Christ!” he gasped, feeling the juicy hotness of her slippery
slit sucking and milking his prick as it sank deeper into her tight
little fuckhole. “I’ve never felt anything so fuckin’ good in my life.”
“Then enjoy it,” she giggled, “because I’m gonna fuck the shit out of
you before we’re finished.”
Frank Andrews had always thought Jolyne was the sexiest little bitch
he’d ever seen, and now he could hardly believe his cock was really
buried in her tight little pussy.
“I can’t believe it,” he panted. “I can’t believe I’m really fucking
you.”
“Well, you better believe it,” she giggled as she slid her slippery
little twat a bit faster up and down over his shaft. “Because I want you
to shoot a hot load of cum into my hot little cunt.”
“Do you really mean it?” gasped her teacher. “Do you really want me to
shoot my jizz into you?”
“Fuck yes,” she giggled. “Where else you gonna shoot it?”
“I thought maybe I should put a rubber on,” the man said.
“Christ, no!” she exclaimed. “I want your big hot load in my cunt!”
Moving up and down on her knees, Jolyne was sliding her cunt wetly over
his thick shaft, sending wave after wave of intense ecstasy racing up
the length of his tingling cock.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” he moaned, thrusting his prick up to meet every
downward plunge of her sweet little pussy.
He could feel every soft ridge of her hot slippery inner passage rubbing
against the bare flesh of his sensitive boner, and the tightness of her
hot grasping fuckhole was almost blowing his mind.
“Oh, shit, it’s so good, Mr. Andrews!” squealed Jolyne, bouncing faster
and faster over his juice-slickened shaft. “So fuckin’, fuckin’ good!”
Rotating her hips as she bounced, she could feel her teacher’s lusty
cock twisting and grinding around in the hot depths of her writhing
belly.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” she screamed, thrilled at the way his thick prick
was drilling in and out of her sizzling pussy.
Grasping the soft cheeks of her smooth young ass in his hands, the man
began bouncing her up and down more rapidly over his lurching cock.
“Oooooooooh, Jesus!” she shrieked, unable to stand the intense ecstasy
any longer. “Squirt, baby, shoot! I’m coming… oh, shit, how I’m
commmmmiiinnng!”
Writhing through her fantastic orgasm, the young girl felt the teacher’s
hot stream of sperm spurting into her belly.
“Oh, Mr. Andrews,” she whispered a little later when his limp prick
slipped out of her sperm-filled cunt. “That was the neatest fuck I’ve
ever had.”
“It was the neatest fuck I’ve ever had in my life,” the man admitted.
“I’ll have to keep you after school again sometime.”
“That’s fine with me,” she giggled. “You can keep me after school every
night as long as you suck and fuck me.”

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Fantasy

I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21

Ed is a high school math teacher. He’s got his hands full with a pregnant teen mistress, her mother having a lesbian affair with his wife and sometimes with him, a shy nerdy biology teacher that awkwardly blackmailed him, and a cute Asian school girl that knows about at least some of his deviances. Will he be able to keep everyone happy? (lesbian first time, adultery, multiple partners, hate sex)

Fantasy

Harry Potter – ‘Ginny want Ron and Hermione’

Ginny was sitting by the fire, waiting for Ron in the Gryffindor common room so she could escort him up to the girls’ dormitory to meet Hermione. She was enjoying the warmth of the fire on her skin and listening to it crackle in the background. She had her feet tucked under her and was absentmindedly stroking her leg, lost in thought about everything that had happened between the three of them that summer at the Burrow.
Ron and Hermione had started out as inseparable, and Ginny had spied on them more than once. That time on the edge of the field, after Ron had finished Quidditch drills with their brothers, and then again from beneath her bedroom window when they snuck out in the middle of the night to the garden. Often, when Hermione had left Ginny’s room during the night, she’d go down the hall to Ron’s room, press her ear against the door and listen to them. It was strange really, she wasn’t intruding for some simple voyeuristic thrill, but she was genuinely turned on by them…both.
As last summer had drawn to a close, Ron and Hermione began to fight – a lot. While they still liked each other, it became apparent that things between them, as a couple, just weren’t working out. They decided to stop dating, and in the course of her emotional turmoil, Hermione turned to Ginny.
Hours of girl talk lead to touching, kissing and petting, and eventually both Hermione and Ginny gave into their curiosity under the umbrella of their tight friendship and became lovers.
It was easy for Ginny to come to terms with the fact that she was attracted to witches, Hermione in particular, but then there was Ron, her brother.
They’d always been so close. She loved the way her protected her, and seemed to pay her special attention…and it was only recently that she could perhaps read between the lines of some of his actions to know that he thought of her rather fondly as well.
Of course the whole situation was taboo, but perhaps that was some of the appeal. Ginny consoled herself with the knowledge that purebloods had inbred for centuries, in the interest of keeping the lineage pure, so the desire to have her brother as a lover was merely a part of her heritage, right?
Just after school started, Ron and Hermione had healed themselves from their break-up and while they decided not to try to date again, they remained close friends and quite attracted to each other.
Hermione also confessed to Ron that she and Ginny had become lovers. At first, Ron was shocked, but the more he thought about it, he really didn’t seem to mind…that was putting it mildly, he found it bloody hot, and let his mind run wild with the possibilities.
Hermione often fantasized what it would be like to be with both of them, but the whole incest set-up caused her to worry. Hermione eventually let her wicked desire be known to Ginny, and was most surprised when Ginny was eager to make Hermione’s dream come true and bring her brother to bed with them.
Ginny saw the situation as an opportunity to test the waters with Ron. Hermione would be there as a buffer, but they all loved each other and what better way to see how far Ron was willing to go with his own baby sister?
Just then, Ron came down the stairs from the boys’ dormitory and saw Ginny curled in the chair. He’d been thinking about how bloody fantastic it had been last summer, when he and Hermione couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and he couldn’t wait to shag her again.
He was also rather turned on about the thought of Hermione being with his sister, and that really was something he wanted to see. He loved Ginny, she was gorgeous and sensual and he had let his eyes linger on her in a most non-brotherly way when he peeked on her in the shower many times and then disappeared to wank from the vision. Part of him really did want to cross that line, as wrong as it was. Would it happen tonight? Could he handle it if things got a little out of hand? No. Things won’t get out of hand. We’re not going to touch each other, he justified. Hermione will be between us.
Ginny leapt up when she saw Ron approaching. She gave him a big hug, pulled back and smiled warmly. Without a word, she took Ron by the hand and began to lead him up the stairs. Ginny lurched forward as Ron, still holding her hand, had stopped, “What is it Ron?”
“It’s just – you’re my sister –”
Ginny gave her brother a teasing smile, “Come on Ron, you know how much you want to watch two witches, and who better than two that you love…and who love you back?” she said matter-of factly, and jerked him up the stairs again.
Hermione had tidied up her room, lit sweet-smelling candles of lilac and gardenia, and charmed the illumination to perfectly bathe the room in aroma and light. Hermione was pleased with the way it turned out. But she couldn’t help but worry a little, wondering how she would really feel if Ron touched Ginny the way she knew that Ginny wanted him to. Hermione knew Ginny, and she knew that Ginny would most likely try something tonight… bold and stubborn, to the core, were her Weasleys.
Ginny reached Hermione’s door and gripped Ron’s hand tightly, pulling him a bit closer. She turned to look up at him, her face glowing with excitement. “Ron, I love you and we both love Hermione…we’ve all shared so much, we’re the best of friends… let’s just enjoy this…” She ran her thumb over the top of Ron’s hand and smiled at him reassuringly while she knocked on Hermione’s door.
Hermione stood up at the knock on her door, and smoothed the skirt of her school uniform, which she had charmed to be a little shorter than regulation on purpose. She spared one last quick glance at herself in the mirror – it was warm in her room so she wasn’t wearing the vest, only the blouse and the tie of her uniform, the skirt and the grey knee socks, Mary Janes and simple white cotton bra and knickers underneath.
Hermione had made several attempts to tame her hair but had finally just let it run wild, charming it so it wasn’t frizzy, at least. She looked at the reflection in the mirror and said, “Not bad, for a girl who’s about to get shagged silly by two redheads.” Then, blushing, she went to the door and opened it. Ron and Ginny were gorgeous, standing side-by-side and holding hands. Ginny was beaming, and Ron looked a little nervous but his eyes lit up when he saw her. She put her arms out and beckoned them into her room. “Weasleys,” she said, grinning.
Ginny gave Ron’s hand a final quick squeeze and then dropped it as she stepped into the room to give Hermione a kiss hello. She reached her hands up to cup Hermione’s face and pressed her lips against the brunette’s. She felt Hermione’s hands reach her waist and she pressed her body in closer. Ginny sighed in Hermione’s mouth and then turned her head slightly to the side to glance at Ron. Are you watching this? she asked with her eyes.
Ron moved into the room and shut the door and leaned against it. He felt his stomach clench when Ginny looked coyly over at him and could not take his eyes off of her. His heart was racing and he remained glued to the door, not wanting either of them know how much he suddenly wanted to taste Ginny’s sweet mouth for himself.
Hermione felt the lust that had been fleeting within her all day coalesce into this moment, and her insides lurched as the reality of it hit her. Ron and Ginny Weasley, she thought, naked and sweaty in my bed, touching me… Hermione lost control, and she moaned much louder than she had ever before, a primal, needy noise that rumbled out of her throat and into Ginny’s mouth.
Hermione took hold of Ginny’s neck and kissed the redhead hard, grinding her hips against Ginny’s and turning to give Ron a smoky, passionate gaze. “Fuck… oh…” she panted against Ginny’s lips, and writhed against Ginny, letting the other witch know how much she wanted her, wanted them, and she turned Ginny towards the bed, undoing the buttons on her blouse as she walked.
Ginny slid her tongue into Hermione’s mouth, making sure Ron could see. She let her hands move up Hermione’s head and gripped her hair while Hermione rocked against her. She moaned back eagerly and let Hermione guide her to the bed. Ginny’s hands slid from Hermione’s hair to her neck, loosening her tie and then unhitching her buttons.
When they reached the bed Ginny sat back while Hermione straddled her hips. They continued to remove each other’s shirts all the while kissing and moaning and stealing glances at their fellow Gryffindor, who was still glued to the door.
Ron felt shaky and he rested all his weight against the door. It was suddenly very hot in the room. He pulled his sweater off and the knot loose from his tie. He couldn’t believe how fucking sexy Hermione and his sister were. No worries, no conversation, just passion and lust. His focus settled on Ginny’s face; she looked enraptured and she was just being kissed. Fuck. She must look like a Goddess when she cums…
Hermione had Ginny’s blouse off and she was undoing her ivory cotton and lace bra, sparing a glance at how lovely it was before depositing it on the floor. Hermione turned and looked at Ron, who seemed transfixed and conflicted.
“It’s all right, Ron… you’ll get your turn with me… I just, want to lick your sister’s pussy, first…” Hermione turned her head back around and kissed Ginny’s neck, and without looking pointed at the plush chair near her fire. The chair lifted up, and Hermione pointed to its new destination, a lovely vantage point near the foot of the bed, so Ron could sit down. And watch.
Ginny craved the feel Hermione’s touch on her bare skin and quickly finished unbuttoning Hermione’s shirt. She then moved her hands around Hermione’s back to unclasp her white cotton bra and slid it slowly down her elegant shoulders. Ginny then put her mouth back on Hermione’s, kissing her deeply, greedily all the while watching Ron as he obediently settled in the chair.
Lick your sister’s pussy. Ron smacked his lips involuntarily as heard Hermione say these words. He was transfixed watching the girls undress and kiss each other, and for the life of him he couldn’t stop thinking about Ginny cumming right in front of his face. Once he settled in the chair, he slid his tie from the collar of his shirt and let it drop to the floor and rocked his hips in the chair a couple of times, trying to ease the tension in his straining cock.
Hermione attacked Ginny’s neck, and moved her mouth up to the redhead’s mouth, leaving a hot trail of saliva in her wake. She took Ginny’s breasts in her hands, kneading and squeezing the ample, pale flesh, and pushed her back onto the bed so her head was on the pillows. Hermione moaned Ginny’s name low and guttural in her throat, and regarded her with that predatory glance – she was hungry for Ginny’s treasures.
Hermione kissed her way down Ginny’s pale, freckled stomach and pulled her skirt down and off, throwing it to land near Ron’s feet. Hermione parted Ginny’s legs and she could feel Ron watching… she kissed and licked the insides of Ginny’s thighs and moaned.
“Ginny… sweet Merlin…” Hermione was on all fours with her arse pointed towards Ron, and she knew he could see her knickers, soaked as they were, and Hermione reached between her legs with one hand, positioning the other hand on Ginny’s knickers, and she tugged their gussets to the side at the same time, working her own clit. Then she gasped, a little surprised at the sight of Ginny’s hairless pussy.
Ginny let her legs fall open wide for Hermione and arched up into her mouth as she felt her friend’s tongue explore her freshly smoothed folds. Ginny smiled wickedly at Hermione’s reaction and then moaned her name when Hermione’s mouth returned to her sex.
Ron’s hand drifted to his cock, straining and budging through his school trousers. He stroked himself as he saw Hermione’s little display from behind. “Hermione…” he moaned, taking in how pink and wet she was. Ron leaned forward and gripped the footboard with his free hand to steady himself, and he inhaled deeply, smelling Hermione’s arousal.
Hermione wiggled her bum for Ron’s benefit, holding her knickers aside and sliding two fingers into her wet entrance and working her clit with her thumb as she enjoyed Ginny’s smooth, soft pussy lips and laved her tongue all over them, tasting Ginny’s heat and her sex.
Hermione captured Ginny’s clit in her mouth and sighed lustily, caressing her thighs and sliding two fingers into Ginny’s wet hole. She turned her head briefly and saw Ron leaning in and smelling her, and she moaned and spread her pussy open for him, wider, wanting him to see what the two of them did to her.
Ginny grasped the bed sheets and wailed loudly, “Hermione…ooooh,” as her tender lips were being worked over so well. She then lifted her head and looked at Ron, and their eyes locked. All those times he lingered in the shower paled in comparison to this moment, as they shared their mutual lust for Hermione.
Ginny sighed and her lips parted, her brow furrowing from the pleasure she was feeling. While still staring at her brother, Ginny ran her fingers through Hermione’s hair and panted, “Hermione, I want to taste your sweet pussy… I want Ron to see what my tongue can do…”
Ron looked longingly into Hermione’s sex and he groaned with frustration. Then his met Ginny’s lust gaze and he sank back into the chair, resting his head against the back so he could just stare at the two of them. He unhitched his belt and pulled his shirt over his head. He then resettled and nearly came in his own hand when he heard Ginny say she wanted him to watch her tongue fuck Hermione.
Hermione was so lusty, she barely comprehended the hidden meanings of what Ginny was suggesting, she was so eager to feel everything that Ginny’s tongue could do. “Turn around, then,” Hermione panted, “Lie down with your head at the foot of the bed and I’ll mount you.”
Hermione sat up and took her knickers and her skirt off, depositing them on the floor as she watched Ginny swing around. Hermione caressed Ginny and reached her hands down the lithe redhead’s body to her hips, tugging her knickers down and off. A wicked impulse seized her and before she could stop herself, Hermione tossed Ginny’s damp knickers directly at Ron and they landed just touching the head of his cock.
My baby sister’s face so close to my cock, Ron thought, as Ginny settled at the foot of the bed. He was stroking himself wondering what she must be thinking when her knickers were suddenly dangling from the tip of his cock. They felt so soft and, fuck, he could feel the damp spot against his skin. He groaned and, knowing Hermione would probably have a heart attack, followed an impulse and wrapped his sister’s knickers around his cock and continued moving his hand.
Hermione watched Ron for a moment and idly wondered if it were the first time he’d wanked with a pair of Ginny’s knickers. Then she just smiled and swung her leg over Ginny’s shoulders, leaving her contemplation of the fate of the Weasley laundry basket for another time.
Hermione’s thoughts turned immediately to the bare, fragrant pussy of Ginny Weasley as the younger witch’s legs fell open. “Oh, Ginny,” Hermione moaned, and lowered her head to Ginny’s folds as she pressed her hips down into Ginny’s face. “Mmmmn…” Hermione moaned contentedly as their tongues took up that familiar dance, teasing, delving and licking, and Hermione sighed with pleasure. Ginny knows me so well, she thought. So does Ron.
Ginny arched her head back and could see Ron using her knickers against his cock. Yeah, I knew you’d do that. Then she brought her head forward again and tilted it up into Hermione’s glistening pussy. She used her tongue to give Hermione’s clit and labia a gentle oral massage. She took all of Hermione’s sex in her mouth, rolling, sucking and licking all around. Her mouth was salivating generously from the taste and she was content to work Hermione over for a very long time…especially knowing Ron could see every move she made.
Ron watched Ginny’s tongue move deftly in the creases and folds of Hermione’s pussy. Fuck. Here they were, faces buried in each other’s pussies, for him to see… just like he knew they had been behind Ginny’s closed door last summer at the Burrow. He stroked his cock faster, feeling the soft fabric caress the underside of his shaft while picturing the place where these knickers had just been.
Hermione moaned and ground her hips down against Ginny’s face, feeling wicked and more wanton from Ron watching the two of them as Ginny’s experienced tongue found every delicate spot on her drenched pussy. Hermione could feel her fluids leaking out of her opening, sticky and hot, and she realized she was going to cum like a river, a flood, she was going to drown poor Ginny Weasley in pussy juice and she knew Ginny would be happy about it.
Hermione held herself steady as Ginny found a perfect rhythm with fingers and tongue, and followed suit, delving into Ginny’s smooth labia and sucking her clit into her mouth. Hermione had wrapped her arms around Ginny’s thighs and held the younger witch’s bare sex open, laving her tongue in broad, hard strokes over Ginny’s pussy. Hermione closed her eyes and savored the feel of cunt, Ginny’s sweet, delicious cunt, so fragrant and alive and open…
Ginny continued to let her tongue play and lap up Hermione’s abundant juices. “Cum for me, gorgeous,” she said exhaling hot breath into Hermione’s folds. “I want you to gush in my face… let Ron see you cum on my tongue and lap you up.”
Hermione moaned as her climax approached, and then crashed over her, an avalanche of pleasure and sensation that made her cry out, screaming her ecstasy against Ginny’s smooth folds, licking the younger witch harder as her eyes squeezed shut and tears of joy rolled out of her eyes. Hermione licked Ginny as she felt her own pussy clenching and gripping Ginny’s fingers, and she knew she had gushed a lot, and she looked forward to seeing Ginny’s face, covered with her cum.
Ginny moaned and made a show with her tongue of licking the river of fluids pouring from Hermione. She dragged her tongue up and down Hermione’s thighs, returning to her entrance to curl her tongue in and collect more. She arched her head back a little to catch Ron’s gaze while she continued to lick her down as she felt her own release nearing.
Ron’s eyes were glazed over when he heard Hermione cum on his sister’s face. Ron watched shamelessly as Ginny drank Hermione’s fluids, and he suddenly ached to taste Hermione too. Ron focused on Ginny’s tongue and his body lurched. He groaned at the sight and the feel of his sister’s soft knickers on his shaft spurred his release.
Cum shot from his cock, and the first spurt sprayed onto his hand that was resting on the footboard, while the rest erupted out all over Ginny’s pretty little knickers, coating them with his spunk. While he grunted with release he felt Ginny’s small, warm hand grip his as she came on Hermione’s mouth.
Hermione giggled with bliss, and her orgasm had been so pure and powerful, she wanted Ginny’s to be the same. Hermione curled her fingers inwards and upwards, pushing on the inner wall of Ginny’s cunt and sucked on her clit hard. She heard Ron groan, and she realized he must be wanking… with Ginny’s knickers. She blushed as she worked on Ginny’s pussy, licking and sucking and urging the redhead towards her climax.
Ginny screamed Hermione’s name, panting, and she felt herself pulsing around Hermione’s fingers. Ginny tilted her head so she could see Ron’s face. Their eyes met again and she mouthed his name. Ron. She then scooped the cum off of the top of his hand with two fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked and smacked her brother’s seed from her fingers and whispered, “I love you.”
Ron wrapped Ginny’s knickers around his cock and soaked them with the rest of his cum. He felt Ginny’s hand grasp his and then retract. He opened his eyes just in time to see her licking his spunk off of her fingers. Ginny… you didn’t… and then his eyes fell soft as she whispered her love for him.
Hermione was giggling… she couldn’t recall being this happy, and she rolled off of Ginny and sat up to look at Ron. Sure enough, Ron had his own sister’s ivory knickers wrapped around his cock, and…Oh Gods, they were bathed in his spunk. So wicked.
Hermione swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to Ron. She kept her eyes glued to Ron’s hand and the knickers that were wrapped around his cock, his own sister’s knickers, and reached down into his lap when she bent over him.
Hermione kissed Ron soundly and placed her hand over his, squeezing Ginny’s knickers around his cock a few times before pulling them off his cock slowly, so he could feel them sliding over his shaft. Hermione brought them up to her face and inhaled, smelling Ginny’s pussy and Ron’s release, and pressed her tongue flat against the gusset, where most of Ron’s spunk had pooled, and licked, collecting Ron’s cum and the taste of Ginny’s pussy fresh in her mouth.
Hermione briefly fantasized about licking Ginny’s pussy after Ron had fucked her, and a wave of conflicted lust and taboo seized her.
Ron kissed Hermione back. Oh fuck, I can taste Ginny in her mouth. It was wicked and wrong, but he loved the taste of her sex. He groaned when Hermione pulled away from his lips and then watched in awe as Hermione licked his cum from his sister’s panties. His eyes then drifted over to Ginny… are you seeing this?
Ginny smiled at Ron and reached over the footboard for him again. “She loves your taste doesn’t she? ….Oh Ron…” Ginny trailed off, still licking traces of her brother’s cum off her fingers. She left it unsaid, but she knew he could hear it. And I do, too.
Hermione licked a little more of Ron’s spunk from Ginny’s knickers, and shivered from the wicked heat that was spreading in her body, of how forbidden it was, what Ginny wanted, in spite of her assurances that ‘Purebloods do that sort of thing.’
Hermione shuddered again as the mental image of Ron’s cock disappearing down Ginny’s throat swam into view. Hermione looked at Ron, and then at Ginny, and then stood up.
She turned Ginny’s knickers over in her hand – Ron’s load had been quite copious, and most of his cum was still stuck to the gusset and the front, and she could still see the damp stain from Ginny’s pussy. “Waste not, want not, I always say,” Hermione said with a wicked grin, and she held them up to her mouth and started to lick them clean. Ginny’s knickers were warm, from her arousal and also from Ron’s hand wrapping them around his hot cock, not to mention his spunk. Hermione dragged her tongue over the cotton, gathering Ron’s cum and Ginny’s fluids together into her mouth, licking them clean.
Then Hermione tossed Ginny’s knickers on the floor sat down between the redheads, took Ron’s hand and kissed it and did the same with Ginny’s. “Love you both,” she began, as she leaned against Ginny, “so bloody much. Thank you for this, really.”
Ginny reached for Hermione’s neck as Hermione kissed her hand and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “Mmmmn,” she moaned, tasting her brother’s spunk in Hermione’s mouth.
Ginny then pecked around Hermione’s neck and while glancing at her brother asked, “Do you want to fuck Hermione’s pretty little mouth, Ron? She wants to swallow your spunk with your cock in her throat, not just from licking it off of my knickers,” Ginny grinned wickedly.
Ron’s eyes flew to meet Hermione’s, “Will you do that?” he asked glancing at Hermione remembering how she, in the past, refused to swallow his seed.
Ron stood from the chair and came ‘round to the bed and then took his turn to pull Hermione into a passionate kiss while his fingers laced tightly with Ginny’s.
Hermione blushed and leaned into Ron’s kiss, moaning softly, and she let her hand drift down to his semi-hard cock. She teased the tip with her fingers and kissed his neck, murmuring, “Can you get hard for me, Ron? I want to taste you.”
She circled her fingers around the base of his shaft and looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t, before. I thought it was… well, dirty. But…” she continued, biting her lip, “I’m learning to like all sorts of new things. And I can’t say it’s all from reading naughty books either,” she finished, grinning and leaning back into Ginny as she stroked Ron’s cock in her hand.
Ginny focused on the feel of her fingers entwined with Ron’s and as he leaned in to kiss Hermione, she used her other hand to feel the tensed muscles in her brother’s arm and back. She let her fingers explore the ridges of his spine, the edge of his shoulder blades and the indentations between his ribs. He felt so powerful, so masculine and, my brother, and she sighed from the thought of their forbidden lust.
Ron’s cock began to swell in response from Hermione’s feather light touches. He kissed her deeply and replied, “Mmmmhumm” into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her untamed hair and let his hand caress her neck and shoulders. He moved his hand to her breast, touching her tenderly; trying to communicate that nothing about expressing your love for someone was dirty. He was now completely swollen in her delicate hand and rocked into it a bit, letting her know that he was ready when she was.
Hermione pushed Ron onto the bed on his back, and crawled on her hands and knees, parallel to him and then leaned over him as she kissed his mouth firmly and deeply. Hermione unleashed another moan, the rival of her moan from before, and she let it escape her throat as she moved her mouth off of Ron’s mouth and started kissing down his body.
She sighed appreciatively as she mapped Ron’s chest with her tongue, kissing and licking further towards his cock. As her mouth approached his now hard shaft she let her hand drift down to his balls, and she cupped them and teased the base of his cock with her nails as her mouth passed his bellybutton. Hermione continued to sigh, little releases of breath in appreciation and pleasure as she enjoyed the strong, masculine feel of Ron Weasley’s body.
Ginny watched Hermione move over Ron, and she thought she looked so beautiful and happy loving him. She reached to gather Hermione’s hair in her hand, at the base of her neck so she could watch her friend’s pretty little tongue. She used her other hand to run Hermione’s fingers gently over her flushed skin, feeling how soft and agile she was.
Ron watched Hermione moving slowly down his body and his cock ached to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, but he reached down to cup her face, “You’re stunning, Hermione, so gorgeous here with us…I love you so much…” His voice trailed off as he released her head and watched her descend down his tingling body, eagerly anticipating the new way she wanted to express her passion.
Hermione shifted her body so she was up on her haunches, nearly perpendicular to Ron. She bent down and took Ron’s dripping cock head in her mouth, looking up at him for approval as she gripped the base of his shaft. She held her thighs apart and her arse in the air, leaving room for Ginny to lie beside Ron, facing the other way, and put her head under Hermione’s hips.
It was naughty and it made Hermione blush, because at that angle, Ron would be able to see everything – Hermione’s mouth on his cock, Ginny licking Hermione’s pussy, again, and if Ginny parted her thighs, which Hermione knew she would, Ron would be able to see his own sister wanking. Right under his nose.
Ginny settled under Hermione’s hips and tilted her head up. She made a show of using her hot, pink tongue to slowly, tenderly lick Hermione’s slick folds. As Hermione began to grind her hips against Ginny’s face, she used one hand to tickle Hermione’s clit while her other made its way down to her own sweet little pussy. She let her knees fall wide apart, and one leg rested on Ron’s side. “Oh, gods, Hermione…” she moaned between licks, “You taste so sweet, so wet…”
Ron moaned Hermione’s name with total abandon as she neared his aching cock. “Ahhh babe, see how hard I am for you.” Ron’s head crashed back and he rolled his head to the side, noticing how Ginny had settled next to him. Oh gods Ginny… mustn’t look… Ron had never had his face this close to his sister’s pussy before, and he couldn’t help but steal glances at her smooth folds as she teased her clit and penetrated herself with two fingers.
Hermione shivered and felt yet another wave of taboo and lust course through her, and those wicked thoughts caused her to engulf Ron’s cock enthusiastically.
She took Ron deep in her throat, bobbing her head up and down, savoring the masculine and powerful sensations of Ron’s manhood as his hardness pulsed in her mouth. This is what it’s all about, she thought as she moaned, it’s about feeling him, not just humouring him.
Hermione closed her eyes and slid Ron’s cock all the way into her throat, until his ginger curls tickled her nose. She held him there, feeling his heartbeat through his cock, against her mouth and her tongue and the back of her throat, and Hermione whimpered and moaned through her nose. Comprehending the pleasure of this act had escaped her before, and she felt very satisfied and happy to master it now, because getting better at anything started with enjoying it.
Ginny moaned into Hermione’s open pussy lips and then let her fingers and tongue pass each other so she could hold Hermione’s clit in her mouth and use her fingers to penetrate her opening. Ginny bent her fingers to massage Hermione’s front wall, feeling her arch into her hand, telling her that’s the spot.
Ron’s initial reaction to having Ginny’s sex so close was quickly forgotten as he unconsciously draped his arm over her leg, tucking her foot under his arm and letting his fingers idly caress the inside of her supple thigh as she took pleasure in touching herself. Ron’s other hand wound into Hermione’s hair, gripping enough to help guide her rhythm but also telling her how much he cherished her.
Hermione was enjoying the touch of Ron’s hand in her hair, as it added to the feeling that was building within her. Ginny’s tongue on her pussy was sensational and Hermione kept moaning through her nose, taking Ron’s cock in and out of her mouth at a faster pace now.
She gripped the base of his cock, groaning and wiggling as Ginny’s tongue flicked across her clit, and Hermione could feel Ginny writhing and she knew that the younger witch was wanking.
Hermione backed Ron’s cock out of her mouth just long enough to moan and plead, “Come on, Ron,” as she licked his swollen cock head, “right in my bossy little mouth, Ron…” She grinned as she descended onto his shaft again, hoping that talking dirty would get him going. Sure enough, she felt him twitch and she sat down hard on Ginny’s face, wanting to cum when Ron came in her mouth. Come on, Ron, she thought, cum right in my fucking mouth.
Ron could feel how hot, tight and wet Hermione’s throat was. “Ohhhh Hermione, so good…it’s…you’re…so good….” he moaned while guiding her head more forcefully. She gave no resistance, only swallowing the aggression of his thrusts. Then Ron heard Hermione goad him with her dirty little words. Fuck. So bloody hot.
He glanced over to Ginny for a moment, watching her fingers caress her own glistening pink folds. His stomach lurched, it was all too much. Ron gripped Hermione’s hair and Ginny’s thigh hard and came deeply into Hermione’s cock loving throat, gasping her name and pumping her mouth full of cum.
Ginny was moving her finger rhythmically on the side of her clit, pausing every so often to let the tension build, knowing it would make her cum that much harder. She heard Ron’s breath hitch a few times, followed by guttural cries of Hermione’s name and then his fingers dug deeply into Ginny’s tender flesh. The sudden pain drove her over the edge and she called out to the heavens, arching her hips up into her hand and deeper into Ron’s possessive grip. She whimpered a few times and her eyes found Ron’s. So sorry…didn’t mean to…they said. She nodded, blinked and smiled reassuringly at him, “’s okay,” she whispered.
Hermione moaned from the force of Ron’s climax, which was quickly followed by her own very satisfying release, all over Ginny’s pretty face. Hermione captured all of Ron’s cum in her mouth as her climax abated, careful not to spill or swallow any, because she’d read about something wicked to do with a wizard’s spunk by kissing him right after. This will demolish the last of his image about me being shy in bed, she thought as she swung her leg off of Ginny and started to move up Ron’s body.
She kept her mouth closed, and tried not to smirk as she moved closer to Ron’s face. She felt Ginny moving, and Hermione was so focused on her naughty plan that she was surprised to be interrupted, because Ginny had taken hold of her head and turned it, and was kissing her own brother’s spunk out of Hermione’s mouth.
I wanna play with his cum too, Ginny thought as she intercepted Hermione’s path and kissed her, moaning and parting her lips with her tongue. Hermione’s eyes widened but she obliged and let Ron’s cum slide into Ginny’s greedy mouth. “Mmmmm,” Ginny moaned as they both made naughty little eyes at Ron.
Ron was stunned to watch his spunk being passed back and forth between the witches. Fuck. They were moaning so loudly and starting to caress each other. Ron sat up fully and put one hand on each of their heads, encouraging them to continue their wicked show.
“Ginny,” Hermione said, trying to sound cross, but smirking and failing, “you’re so naughty…” Hermione was grinning in spite of herself, because Ginny was relentless and she would stop at nothing.
“Your own brother’s spunk, Ginny…” Hermione shook her head as she lay on top of a bed of freckles haphazardly, her body half on Ron and half on Ginny. She raised her head and kissed Ron sloppily, letting him taste what remained of his cum in her mouth. “I’d planned to give you all of it,” Hermione was explaining, even though it was obvious. “But your wicked little sister had other plans, Ron.” Hermione sighed and rolled to the side, grinning in spite of herself.
“I know you planned to give it all to me,” Ron said caressing Hermione fully now while shooting Ginny a stern look. “I’m sure there will be more opportunities,” he added hopefully.
Ginny shrugged, batted her lashes at her big brother and gave him an innocent little grin. She watched Hermione toss her knickers to the floor and then pull Ron down on the bed. Ginny rested on his other side and sighed with contentment.
Hermione cuddled up against Ron’s solid, masculine body and sighed, and then tilted her head up in a jolt. She looked at the arrangement, and was thinking shouldn’t I be in the middle when she saw that Ginny’s eyes were closed, and her head was resting peacefully on Ron’s shoulder and he was stroking her hair.
Ginny had one arm tucked under her and the other across Ron’s middle and Ron’s other arm was cradling Hermione. She looked at how peaceful and relaxed they looked just then, and she wondered how many times they had fallen asleep like that, as kids, during a thunderstorm or after their mum and dad had had a nasty row, when Ginny would seek out Ron’s comfort. So close, Hermione thought, and choked back a tear. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her breath hitching. “So very beautiful, the both of you, do you know that? I love you both, my lovely, sexy redheads.”
Ginny purred and curled more tightly into Ron. “I love you, Hermione; we both do… its okay, everything that happened between us last summer. Tell her, Ron.”
Ron planted sweet kisses on Hermione’s face, and gathered his sister’s warm, sweaty body closer to his own, caressing her back. “Gin is right, babe. We both love you. I was hurt, for a long time, that I’d lost you to my baby sister, but now we can all be together, share our love, our friendship. It turned out bloody perfect, don’t you think?”
Hermione smiled and kissed Ron’s neck, and found Ginny’s hand on his middle, twining her fingers in Ginny’s as she burrowed further into Ron’s shoulder. “Every now and again, I wish we’d worked out, Ron,” Hermione admitted. And it’s a lot more than every now and then, too. “I love you both, honestly. I had some… reservations about asking you two to share a bed with me, but you’re so close and I love you both so much, I’m so glad we could do this.”
Ginny gripped Hermione’s hand affectionately and sighed, “I love you too, and I’m glad you told me you wanted this… both of us, because you’re an amazing friend, and lover, and you’ve made us both very happy.” Ginny then let go of Hermione and let her hand roam over Ron’s body.
Ron pulled Hermione in tightly and ran his hand up and down her arm. “I know what you mean, about things working out between us, but look what we have now.” Ron planted a kiss on the top of her head and whispered, “I’ll always love you.” Ron relaxed and pulled them both closer. Feeling Ginny’s loving caress, he let his hand move over Ginny’s back and his hand drifted to her arse, cupping and squeezing it.
He heard Ginny moan softly and her leg came up to rest over his leg. He couldn’t help but notice that her thigh was only inches from his cock. His first instinct was to shift a little, but actually it felt quite nice. Sure, his baby sister was wicked and naughty, but he loved her and was content to hold her close.
Hermione sat up a bit and looked at the two of them, so intimately entwined. Ron was gently caressing Ginny and they looked very relaxed and sated. Ginny’s hair spilled over Ron’s neck in a coppery wave that looked gorgeous against Ron’s skin. Their glorious, naked bodies were pressed together and they were breathing peacefully, snuggling and sighing.
Ginny’s hand was wandering over Ron, on his stomach and his chest, and Ron was tracing lazy patterns on Ginny’s back and shoulder with his fingertips. Hermione thought about how much they had been through; growing up and at school, and how fiercely protective Ron was of her, and how devoted Ginny was, to him.
Hermione’s face softened as she looked at them, and that forbidden rush of excitement was back again, as she briefly pictured him rolling her over, or her mounting him, and the taboo of imagining that act was losing strength in the face of the love Hermione felt in this bed, connecting the three of them together. Hermione sank back down and nuzzled Ron affectionately, kissing his neck and letting her hand join Ginny’s in trails across his chest and stomach.
Ginny was receptive to Ron’s hand gliding over the swell of her hips and began to caress him with a more passionate intent. Her hand changed its pattern to move below his chest and abdomen so her fingers grazed the edges of his pubes and the crease of his groin a few times. She knew she was dangerously close to ghosting her fingers over his now swelling cock and she rubbed her thigh along his a bit, feeling a new surge of wetness between her legs.
Ron responded by kneading Ginny’s arse more firmly and let his finger dip between her cheeks, teasing his finger up and down the crack of her arse. He could feel how wet she was as she moved her thigh along his leg… that, combined with the risky game she was playing with her hand, was making him grow harder and groan in spite of himself. He looked over at Hermione, wondering how much she could see… he wanted to gauge her reaction.
“This isn’t too terribly odd, is it, Ron?” Hermione asked, feeling silly for asking something she thought she knew the answer to. “I hope you’re okay… and, I’m enjoying this immensely.” Hermione finished, grinning. She let her hand drift down to Ron’s cock and tickled the tip with her fingers, and then pressed it flat against his belly with her palm.
Hermione was surprised to see Ron had stirred back to life, and she sat up on her elbow and kissed him, leaning over his body and pressing her breasts against his arm and his chest. Hermione moaned and writhed against Ron as she stroked his firm cock in her hand, and she wanted it inside her, she wanted to feel all of Ron.
Ron replied, “No, it’s not weird at all Hermione.” Bloody brilliant is more like it…and I never knew Gin was so smooth and felt so good. He then felt a new surge of heat run through his body as Hermione tickled and then maneuvered his cock with the palm of her hand. Her nipples were hard against his arm and chest and the noises escaping her throat made him want to bury himself deep inside her…now.
Ginny could see and feel how worked up Ron was getting, so she pressed the top of her thigh against the underside of his cock. She looked at Hermione, who blushed and gave a naughty little smile. Ginny watched as Hermione began to rub Ron’s shaft back and forth against Ginny’s thigh, and her mind reeled from the heat of her brother’s cock against her thigh. She titled her head to kiss Ron’s neck while Hermione attacked his mouth and moved her thigh away and her hand took its place, joining Hermione’s in stroking Ron’s cock.
Hermione knew that Ron must realize that she did not have three arms, and that the other hand on his cock was his own sister’s. She opened her eyes to see if Ron was going to go mental, and almost to her surprise his eyes were still closed, and he was still kissing her back, open-mouthed and breathy, like nothing was wrong, and Hermione supposed there really was nothing wrong, in a way… so she writhed against Ron and moaned, and arched her bum into his fingers as she felt them approach her entrance from the rear.
Ron moved his hand off of Hermione’s arse cheek and curled it around to her center, turning her body so he could reach her pussy with his fingers. Hermione kept her hand on Ron’s cock, occasionally passing over Ginny’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly as Ginny touched her brother’s cock for what Hermione assumed was the first time, barring any childhood exploration.
Hermione blushed as she imagined a young Ron and Ginny, touching one another’s bits, but the thought was chased out of her head by Ron’s fingers in her cunt, squelching noisily in and out of her wet opening, and Hermione moaned and wiggled to give him a better reach.
Ron gripped and kneaded both Ginny’s and Hermione’s bums while his fingers enthusiastically sought out Hermione’s wet slit from the rear. He coated his fingers in her abundant fluids and then roughly plunged into her. His other hand crept down on Ginny as well. Fuck…she’s my sister…but she’s arching into my hand…she wants me to…and then Ron penetrated Ginny’s pussy deeply, sliding two fingers in and out of her. He groaned from the sensation of finger fucking them both from behind, and he could smell their arousal. So tight…so wet…
Ginny could feel Ron’s hands creeping closer to her center. She rocked into his hand…it felt so bloody good. Please, Ron…just do it…I want you to…Then Ginny felt his fingers glide across the front wall of her channel and she instantly came from his touch.
She stifled a gasp but could feel herself contracting and gushing around her brother’s fingers. Her eyes instantly found Ron’s… did you feel that? And Ron’s eyes said you played with my cock…got you back!
“Ron, I need you inside me,” Hermione moaned, and rolled away from Ron onto her back, tugging on him insistently. She watched as Ron disentangled himself from his sister and moved to position himself between her thighs as she let them fall apart.
Hermione looked up and saw Ginny pulling herself up onto her knees, right beside the two of them, and Hermione took Ginny’s hand and pulled her down into a kiss. “Thank you for thissss… ooooh…”
Hermione moaned as Ron sheathed himself inside her pussy, and began to pull in and out of her slow and deep. Hermione felt her cunt gripping his familiar cock, warmly and sweetly, like an old friend, and he really was.
Hermione ran her hands over Ron and Ginny both and sighed with pleasure as Ron’s shaft penetrated her tightness in gentle but deep strokes. Ron was smiling and caressing her tits and Hermione laughed in spite of herself. “I love being fucked by you, Ron Weasley, d’you know that? Ron? I love your… big… hard… cock… so fucking much, Ron…”
Hermione panted as her words caused Ron to increase the depth and the speed of his thrusts. Talking dirty sure beats talking about the weather or homework…
Ginny sat beside Ron and Hermione, kissing the other witch feverishly, fresh from the orgasm her brother had just given her. When she saw Ron penetrate Hermione, Ginny wanted more. She pulled away from Hermione’s mouth and swung her leg over Hermione to straddle her face. She eased her pussy over Hermione’s face and was greeted by her hot probing tongue. Ginny closed her eyes and moaned, then rested her hands on Ron’s shoulders to anchor herself.
Ron moved in and out of Hermione with a slow, deep rhythm. He supported his own weight by resting on his haunches while gripping Hermione’s hips. Even though he’d just been down her throat, it felt bloody fantastic to now be gripped by her familiar, hot, tight walls. He heard her dirty talk again and replied, “Love fucking you…you’re so beautiful, so tight…I’m going to cum deep inside you babe…fill you up.” He tilted his head down and watched his cock piston in and out of her, and the sight made him feel primal and powerful. He gripped Hermione’s hips more tightly and he shoved himself into her with more force.
Hermione moved her arms so that Ginny could sit on her face, and brought her hands up to hold Ginny’s smooth folds open so that she could reach Ginny’s treasures more easily. Hermione rocked her hips in time with Ron’s steady and deep thrusts, and his cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of her, that Hermione’s mind reeled from the pleasure. She was covered by sweaty, freckled Weasley flesh, penetrated and pressed down and claimed by Ron and Ginny, and she groaned loudly into Ginny’s cunt as she lapped eagerly at the younger witch’s folds.
Ginny rocked back and forth on Hermione’s face, her own expression radiating bliss. As her excitement mounted, she steadied herself further, resting her hands on Ron’s shoulders. Her eyes were open now and she was looking directly at Ron. Feels so good, doesn’t it?
Ron focused back on Ginny, seeing the lust in her eyes, and he was awestruck by her beauty and moved his hands from Hermione to rest on his sister’s hips. He continued thrusting into Hermione and staring at his sister. I love you…really love you. He leaned forward and pressed his sweaty forehead to hers while they both rocked over Hermione.
Hermione lapped at Ginny’s folds and sucked her clit into her mouth, moaning from the lovely feel of Ginny’s smooth labia and wondering how that would feel on herself. She groaned as Ron worked his cock in and out of her, smooth, deep, hot thrusting that was so fucking perfect and maddeningly steady… Ron’s cock found every little pleasure point inside Hermione’s pussy and her walls gripped him tightly, rhythmically, eliciting a steady fountain of moans and short curses that were pronounced against Ginny’s clitoris.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron’s thighs and tucked her ankles together, pressing the heel of her foot against the small of Ron’s back on every thrust. Hermione let go, and experienced the pure bliss of this wizard and this witch, Ron and Ginny, her lovers and her best friends. She found a purely relaxed state, hovering on the edge of her own climax, urging Ginny and Ron to theirs. “Come on, you two… cum on me and in me, fill me up, Ron… let me taste you, Ginny…”
Ron and Ginny could feel Hermione’s mounting intensity and pulled their foreheads apart. They looked at each other with a new passion and then Ron, with his heart pounding fiercely, moved his lips to capture Ginny’s. He gently tasted her mouth and when she kissed him back, he pressed his lips against hers more powerfully.
His climax was building and he suddenly fully regarded his sister as a beautiful and sexual witch. He brought his hands up to her breasts, kneading them and kissing her like a lover as her orgasm hit.
Ginny moaned into his mouth and kissed him with complete love and happiness as Hermione’s tongue urged her to climax.
Ron kissed her back with equal passion and joy, feeling their connection together through Hermione. He was so close, he moved in an out of Hermione faster and harder…he knew she was about to cum and wanted to be right behind her.
Hermione screamed Ron’s name, and then Ginny’s, as their orgasms seemed to crash together and connect deep within her. Hermione served as the conduit of their ecstasy as she licked Ginny’s clit hard and fast, and gripped Ron’s cock deep within her pussy.
Hermione held onto Ginny’s hips for dear fucking life as Ron’s cock drove her crazy, and she thrashed her head back and forth from the force of her climax as it robbed her of her senses. Ron’s thrusts combined with what she knew were Ginny’s fingertips on her clit, rubbed her to a powerful release. Hermione gasped, moaned, and cursed as wave after wave of ecstasy spread out from her core and wound through her body, settling in her limbs and back within her cunt as her orgasm subsided.
Ron felt Hermione’s release and in that instant he yelled her name and came so hard he nearly lost consciousness. He dug his fingers into Ginny’s hips for support and heard her yelp from the pressure. He told himself to breathe and quickly recovered, continuing to penetrate Hermione.
Ginny was still rocking over Hermione’s face in rhythm with Ron’s thrusts and rubbing her clit. Ginny continued kissing Ron as they recovered and unwound. She could taste the sweat around his mouth and shivered at how raw and masculine he smelled. She could feel him kiss her back with all the passion of a wizard she’d just made love to. He understands. She thought smiling to herself.
Hermione started to weep, and tears of pure joy rolled down her cheeks. She rolled her hips against Ron’s, feeling him inside her as she caressed Ginny’s thighs. “So good…” Hermione whimpered, “so fucking good, you two, so good, love you so much, both of you…”
Hermione pushed on Ginny and the redhead rolled off to the side, and sat up. Hermione un-wrapped her legs from Ron’s hips and moved away from him, letting Ron’s cock fall out of her. Hermione sat up and kissed Ginny, and then Ron, one after the other. Hermione was panting and smiling broadly and she collapsed haphazardly onto the bed, between her redheads, laughing and feeling very happy.
Ron fell next to Hermione. He caressed her body tenderly and used his lips to plant a thousand butterfly kisses over her flushed skin. He stroked the sweaty hair stuck to her brow away and whispered sweet words of love and affection into her ear.
Ginny collapsed on Hermione’s other side after pulling the covers over all of them. She reached for Ron’s hand and they laced fingers across Hermione’s torso. She watched Ron love on Hermione and sighed with contentment. “Thank you, Hermione, you’re bloody fantastic…I’ve never felt so alive…so happy.”
Ginny was ready to settle in to sleep when she felt Ron tugging her arm toward him. She sat up and he pulled her into him. He parted her lips with his tongue, kissing her thoroughly, properly and most definitely not like she was his sister. Ginny couldn’t help but moan and kiss him back.
Hermione watched as Ron and Ginny kissed, like lovers, in a way that would make their mum have kittens if she saw it. Instead of getting cross or lecturing them, she touched their faces and kissed each in turn… and even though Hermione wasn’t sure she was ready to see Ron and Ginny make love, she was closer to being okay with it, if they decided that was what they wanted. “I love you both. So very much.” Hermione said, wrapping her arms around them. She relaxed and allowed sleep to claim her, safe in the arms of her redheads.

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 12

This is the last chapter to the series. The teachers, Dawn and Sandy, and Julie are turned over to be entertainment for several student. All the while Cindy and Susan are being programmed.

Fantasy

A Class for the Curious

This story is the brain child of my self and my secret lover. Too say it’s fantasy would be redundant. However, it was fun to write. I hope you find it titillating and arousing.

Fantasy

The Game of Love and War part 1

This segment contains nothing erotic, the series itself will contain plenty as a whole, but I will tell you now things will be slow. Expect some in the next part, but there is none here. The future sections will contain things such as sex, your everyday variety, most likely some F/F, F/F/M, and I may turn things into on big Harem, I don’t know. Thousands of possibilities, for now I’m just starting with one girl. More can be added.
P.S.: The names differ between Real World and “In-Game”, Aaron = Shadow, you can use the names interchangeably.
Also, I’d love suggestions for the future, criticism would be loved.
————————————————-Bang. The loud sound echoed off of the surrounding rocks, a chilling wind bit into the bones of the mountain, warded off those who were unprepared, but the man who lifted his head from the camouflaged scope of a sniper rifle was more than prepared. In the back of his head, a voice could be heard saying, “Congratulations, you have reached level ninety-eight.” The man gave a quick smirk and vanished from his position between a natural depression in a pile of rocks. A faint echo could still be heard, as were cries of several others who had been close enough to get a scare from the loud shot.
Aaron pulled off a pair of sunglasses that looked as if they had come straight from some science-fiction movie, with a single lens that tapered on both ends, with an overall rectangular shape. Short, brown hair flipped back onto his forehead, a pair of slender, long fingers rubber two medium-sized, blue eyes that contained orange and gold flecks. A sigh escaped from pale red lips that opened into a rather excessive yawn. Two pale legs, long and lanky, but with a slight definition that gave sign of some form of physical activity, emerged from beneath a blanket and stepped onto a wooden floor. Stretching out, two lanky arms, both long, narrow, and with the only muscle definition being below the shoulder and above the biceps and triceps, somewhere in the middle. His long, narrow torso was hidden by a wrinkled short-sleeved vintage shirt, advertising the Coca-Cola brand, his legs with a pair of khaki shorts.
The sun flooded into his room, giving him early warning of the coming day, a glance to his clock showed it was almost six in the morning. Standing up, Aaron gave one more little stretch, before returning to his normal stance, his six foot height towering over everything else in his room, aside from the doors and a dark stained bookshelf. He shuffled over to a desk that had a simple laptop resting on top, no shelves were below the surface, and nothing else resided on top. Flipping open the lid, Aaron was greeted with a little tune, and a glaring light that was emitted from the screen.
Squinting his eyes, Aaron punched in several keys on the keyboard and was greeted with the familiar sight of dozens of emails congratulating him on leveling up. He quickly read each email, each from one friend or another, some he knew in the real world, others that he didn’t know outside of the virtual world. After finishing the email, Aaron clicked around, opening the internet to the leader boards of the most famous game at the time, simply named, War. It had stayed the top selling game for the past year now, and was estimated to remain there for the next decade, being the only game designed for a gaming system that linked to all of the senses of the user. Aaron searched for his character’s name, aptly named Shadow. He had been lucky enough to log in early enough to get a word without having to fuse it with numbers or other words.
Within the top fifty, Aaron spotted his name, the only Sniper class to be within the top 100 with the word ‘Solo’ next to name, meaning he’d never been part of a party, which was unheard of for a Sniper within the game of War. In fact, he was the only one within the top fifty players to have ‘Solo’ next to his name. There were nearly one billion players of the game, and a Sniper had managed to become basically legend. Aaron, or Shadow, was being hailed as the best player of the game by everyone, but he was humble when it came to his status within the game.
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The game itself was relatively simple, kill people, and you level up. The setting was in a modern world, you were a mercenary- hired to kill targets by governments and those who had enemies in the private sectors. The type of weapon you used was chosen by you the moment you logged in, and could never be changed until you reached a certain level, never announced, in which you were offered the choice to add a new type of weapon to your arsenal. The options from the start were the typical weapon types, Sniper Rifles, Assault Rifles, Machine Guns, Sub Machine Guns, and so on. Further branches of each class arrived as you reached higher levels, and as your class became more specific, your weapons became more and more limited, but it also meant that your weapons were better as you became better.
It was your usual game, as most viewed it. The difference was, in most games getting from level 1 to level 2 was a very quick stage, where in this one, getting from 1 to 2 was a major step, because you’re required to kill someone of a higher level in order to get there, be it in a tournament or in a PvP environment. After that, leveling was easier, but it was a daunting task, because your targets during a mission could be anyone in the game. There were limits to level differences during a task, but it was difficult nonetheless. In a world like this, becoming such a high level was something of mythological status.
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Aaron slid away from his desk and prepared for your usual high school student Monday. Pulling on his school’s required uniform, which was a pair of khaki pants and a polo, and a red polo with a white undershirt, he stepped into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and combed his hair, which didn’t do much to it since it wasn’t much of a listener. He’d showered the night before and quickly made his way out of the house, he never ate breakfast, it upset his stomach. Aaron rode his bike to school, it wasn’t a long ride, and he enjoyed the exercise.
The day was a typical day at school for any 16-year old guy, sit down in a seat and act like you’re listening, check out a girl or two, text a few friends, eat lunch, repeat until day is over, and then go home.
Today was a little different from normal, though. After leveling up, Aaron had been approached by several of the more ‘delectable’ girls of the school asking for favors in game. It wasn’t unusual, almost ninety percent of Americans played War, since the system was fairly cheap as opposed to other market leaders. Now, the fact that girls had approached him for favors wasn’t unusual, but the fact that one of them had been Aaron’s “dream girl” for the past two years of school was a little bit of a shock to him.
Hannah, a girl with obvious Italian ancestry, very dark brown hair, large, brown eyes, an angel’s face, and olive skin that was common among those of an Italian bloodline. She was of average height for a girl at 16, maybe a little shorter, but she was sporty, which gave her defined legs, a tight butt and stomach, and he breasts were big enough to be a handful for Aaron, which wasn’t very nig, but he never really liked big breasts. She hadn’t said anything to Aaron at the time when the girls hadn’t approached Aaron, but he had trouble listening to what the others were saying when she came up with them. Aaron had always seen her remain at the usual, ‘popular’ table. Sure, being one of the best players in War made Aaron popular, but not in the same, stereotypical sense that a sporty, cute girl is.
“I can’t help you guys,” Aaron had said, interrupting the girls who were asking him to help their party, “I’m hunting for a guy in the Himalayas, and I can’t watch over you when I’ve got to hunt number 15.” The girls attempted to change his mind with a cleavage flash or two, but he didn’t even look. His eyes were glued on the floor, or rather, the divine legs of Hannah, which happened to be in the foreground of the floor.
The group walked away, leaving Aaron to his lunch, but not before he risked a glance back at the girls, to which he was shocked to see Hannah looking back as well. He couldn’t tell whether or not she was checking him out, or sizing him up.
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Aaron was back home, the glasses back on as he went through a typical game session, it would easily take a month to reach the next level, and he wasn’t going to waste any time. He’d taken care of yet another high-ranking player in the game after finishing off number 15 in the Himalayas. A task had been assigned to him by a friend that kept track of the Most Wanted Lists for different guilds, several had his name on them, but few ever spotted Aaron, or Shadow as he was in-game, since being a high leveled Sniper, he was capable of things such as camouflage and the stealth of his character was extremely high.
Shadow had the likeness of Aaron, as did every other character and their respective player. He was already en route to his next target, a female with the name of Sorceress, a Sub Machine Gun class at level 89. No description was provided, but someone wanted her killed. It should be known that a death wasn’t permanent, but was often a source of shame and came with a loss of sometimes ridiculous amounts of in-game currency. A reason why Shadow was a Sniper, much easier to avoid death if you were never seen. He was given a list of who she hung around with when she wasn’t training, and a list of areas where she usually ate, slept, and trained while in-game. Sleeping and eating were required.
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Hours later, Shadow was set up in tree, the barrel of his Sniper rifle resting in the fork of two branches, focused as he aimed down his scope, a target in sight. He pulled the trigger. Bang.
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Well over a thousand yards away, Sorceress dropped, a motion sensor had gone off, someone was in her training area. Less than a second later, a loud thud could be heard as a bullet of a high caliber slammed into a wall behind her. Without hesitation she half ran, half crawled into a building.
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“Damn it,” Shadow muttered, quickly disassembling his rifle and dropping from the tree, “Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” Shadow pulled out a revolver, a .44 Magnum, a stereotypical gun, but with the power to kill with fewer shots. Just what he wanted. Taking slow steps, Shadow approached the small town, seemingly abandoned by the inhabitants.
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Sorceress sat in the building, already finding a better spot to shoot from if her hunter came inside the building she was in. Her gun was held tight to her body, stock set against her shoulder, ready to fire at any moment. She knew, any minute now, whoever had shot at her would be coming close. No one targeted a level 89 for no reason, and she’d heard about a bounty placed on her by a guild. At least she wasn’t being ignored, as a rising threat to well established players.
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Shadow was glad he was a Sniper, his talents allowed him to walk without a sound, to hide from an enemy’s vision when motionless for a certain period of time, and to approach enemies in close quarters without any sound. He pulled out a knife from it’s sheath on his belt, his right hand held the revolver with an ease only obtained after hundreds of uses. He approached the building he’d seen Sorceress enter. One way in was a door, which would never make a good entry point. He spotted a way onto the roof.
Shadow climbed onto the roof with a practiced ease and silence, he checked his ammo and took a step forward, testing his footing. Crack.
Shadow fell through the roof, and the roof fell onto Sorceress below, stunning and burying her in a pile of rubble. Quickly recovering, Shadow stood over her body, gun pointed at her, his foot kicking away her gun. He looked at her before he pulled the trigger, something was familiar. She was shorter than he, with dark brown hair and olive skin, typical of those of Italian blood. She had an angel’s face, and her outfit was form fitting, showing off defined legs, a tight butt and stomach. Breasts that were big enough to be a handful, maybe a little more.
Hannah.
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It was night time, Shadow sat beside a now sleeping Sorceress, being forced open the character when she had been hit by the falling roof. To a player, it was for a few moments, in game it could have been just that, or a couple of hours. She began to stir, Shadow took notice and already had a hand on his knife, ready to strike if she did.
But Sorceress didn’t, she opened an eye and looked at Shadow for a moment, trying to work out what had happened. She’d been shot at, hid in a building, and then had been hit in the head by something very hard. Now someone that looked a lot like Aaron was sitting next to her. He’d said he was hunting someone in the Himalayas though, why would he be here?
“You up?” Shadow asked, knife in hand as he watched Sorceress warily.
“Yeah, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? I know it was you who shot.” Sorceress asked, she knew Shadow was very well capable of killing her, and figured he wasn’t above killing someone who’d been knocked out.
“I… didn’t feel like it.” Shadow mumbled, or rather, Aaron, who had surfaced now. Shadow was a Sniper, not a teenager with a crush. There was a silence after this, Sorceress was still processing things, and Aaron couldn’t believe his luck, being able to be with Sorceress/Hannah while she was unconscious. He was mentally berating himself for not doing something while she was out of it.
“Thanks,” Sorceress said quietly, standing up and brushing off dust and rock chunks from the collapse. “I’m glad you didn’t kill me, Aaron.” With that, Sorceress logged out, leaving a happy Aaron sitting on the ground. He, too, logged out after that, removing his glasses and turning off the light to his room. There certainly was a day ahead of him tomorrow.

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Reality Jump – Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – New power, same morals.
Wind was whipping at Charles face as he was falling down the side of the girls dorm tower. He looked at the various patios whipping by him. He grabbed his knife and threw it at one of the patios. The wire cable wrapped itself around one of the railings and acted as an anchor for him. He looked down and saw he was still a good 80 feet high in the air dangling. He looked up and saw both Lilly and Madison peering over the edge looking for him. He saw Lilly point at him with her wand and fired off a fireball. Charles let go of the wire and dropped another 8 feet where he grabbed onto a railing and pulled himself up and over it right before he was blasted into the bedroom from the blast of fire.
Charles got up and was met by a girl screaming her lungs out. He walked past her and out into the open area that overlooked the grand diamond pillar. Charles looked around him and saw girls walking out of their rooms. Some of them were still wearing their night gowns, a few of them had on robes but most of them were just coming out to see what the screaming was about. Charles looked back at the pillar and decided to test out his new immortality or end his trip through this strange land. He jumped off the edge of the guard rail and went into a full airborne glide down to his fate.
60 feet till he was a floor painting.
40 feet to the ultimate blunt force trauma suicide.
20 feet until he would be modern art.
In the last 4 inches from death Charles felt something starting in him, it was the ultimate power high starting in his heart. With each pulse it filled his lungs, then his veins; (If you remember anything from your highschool biology you’ll understand) it then felt like it invaded his spine. It started at the top and went down sending shivers through him, with each one it felt as if more and more of his body was receiving more and more power. This all happened in under a millisecond, but to Charles it felt like time stopped. But in all reality his body was just using a fraction of power to save itself from obliteration.
{Science time! Did you know that… (WARNING! SKIP THIS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ INTO THE SCIENCE BEHIND MY ABSURD STORY!) When Charles fell through the vortex, back in the prolog, his body took in some of the Space Time Continuum that makes up all reality. Then when his body received a droplet of the petrified blood it acted as an amplifier to the S.T.C. already in his body. The petrified blood already keeps vampires immortal to the sands of time, combine that with the S.T.C. and you basically get an ?er character. He now has powers over certain elements/materials in the world that would make up the reality there …Now you know!}
As Charles smashed into the floor of the tower he was down on a knee, he looked around and just saw a thick cloud of debris around him, dust from it blocking his view. He got up and walked through it to be confronted by the army of maids that threw him out once already.
They were about to speak when the entire floor erupted into flames around Charles. Lilly shot another barrage of fireballs down upon him, making a bigger and bigger dome of fire making people shield their eyes from it. She kept doing this for a good 3 minutes until her arm got tired of throwing spells at Charles. The dome was then instantly discharged as Charles swiped his hand through the air.
“Fuck us all!” Lilly said looking down at him. He had the air of a god, even from 80 stories up and looking down on him she felt it. It was like someone looking at you along with a 10 pound weight instantly added to each of your shoulders. Charles looked around the room and saw the maids all looking at him in awe. Charles looked up and saw thousands of girls all looking down at him. He then shouted up at the entire crowd looking over the guard rails. “Hey Ellen, would you mind tossing down my clothes? I’m practically naked down here!” Girls started to snicker and laugh at this, soon after that though a pair of slacks, a shirt, a pair of dress shoes, some boxers, socks, a dress shirt and a suite jacket came flouting down all neatly folded. Charles went over and grabbed them out of midair and walked over to one of the maids still standing in awe at him. “Would you mind cleaning these? They got somewhat dirty from everything I’ve been through.
One of the maids took his clothes from him and asked “Where can we find you when we get these cleaned?”
“I’ll most likely be up in Ellen’s room, second floor. Just walk in, we’ll at least of covers over us.” Charles said with a smirk as the maid with his clothes blushed.
“No sir, you will stay down here with us.” Another maid said walking up to Charles. This maid stood out among the others mainly because of her assets, she must have been at least an F cup, but also because of her attire. She wore a kimono like some of the other maids, but instead of this one dropping to the floor in heaps it had a slit up both sides that reached to her hips. The back was open all the way to the top of her ass, which was another fine asset on her. (Just go google Bayonetta and there’s your visual aid) “Even though you have the essence of a god we cannot allow you to go up into one of the girls’ rooms.”
Charles looked at this maid for a few seconds; she stood almost to his height, maybe an inch shorter, and was by far one of the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. “Ok, I’ll be fine to pass the time with you also. Just as long as you answer a few questions I have been trying ask since I got here.”
“Fine, follow us then.” The maid turned around showing off her round ass and walked through the small army of maids and went into the door that led to the servant area. Charles followed the maids through the door. They walked down a set of stairs and went through another door that lead into a rather large room, around the size of an over sized gymnasium, the maids went off to do their own things, some went into an open kitchen area, other to a corner of the room with workout equipment, a few of them went over to a laundry area and other disappeared through different doors.
“So what’s your first question?” The head maid asked walking over to the laundry area with Charles right behind her.
“Who are you?” Charles asked watching as the maid with his clothes handed them off to other maids.
“My names Erika, I am in charge of all other maids and staff that work in and around the girl’s tower.” Erika went over to a desk and sat down behind it. “Why do you ask?”
Charles walked over to the desk and leaned his back against it as he looked across the giant room he was in. “I just like to know who I’m talking with, that’s all.”
“So what’s your next question?” Erika asked looking at Charles’s back.
“Where am I?” He asked looking up at the tall ceiling, a good 30 feet high, dotted with grand chandeliers.
“Well, right now you are in the servant’s area to the girls’ tower. I would have thought it was pretty obvious.”
“No, I mean this world, the country, continent, planet, what are they called?” Charles turned around and faced Erika when she answered.
“Well, you’re in the kingdom of Rothworth ruled by the royal family Rockstar. They are under the present power of king Allen the 7th.” Erika sat back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. “The nation he controls is called Russka and we border the countries Britannia and Canada.” Charles started to chuckle at this new information. “You found something funny from that?” Erika asked looking at Charles who was trying not to break out in laughter.
“Yeah a little bit. Everything you told me sounded like places from where I’m from, that’s all.”
“Ah well then, what else would you like to know?”
“What’s a ‘wondering vortex’ exactly?”
“That is the device that the witch or wizard uses here to locate their very own private familiar. You I take it were captured by one?”
“Yeah, it kind of sucked me into the ground out in the open.” Charles took a seat on the chair that was in front of Erika’s desk. “So what happened to me back there?” Charles asked crossing his legs.
“I don’t really know what happened, but I would like it if you would uncross your legs.” Erika asked glancing to the side.
“Why?”
“I can see right up your coat and see your, um, well, you know.”
“Oh!” Charles said standing up right away. “Sorry about that, completely forgot I wasn’t wearing pants.”
Erika and Charles made small talk while they waited for his clothes to be finished. Eventually his clothes were returned to him. The shirt and slacks looked like they had been pressed and his shoes shined.
“Follow me and I’ll show you to a dressing room.” Erika said getting up from her desk. As they walked through the room over to a set of doors Charles noticed that the maids were turning towards them and bowed as they walked past them.
“Why are they doing that?” Charles asked Erika as they went through a group of maids.
“They bow to all people that are above them. It’s what they do, they’re maids after all. Also I would bet that they are still slightly afraid of you.” She said as she pulled back a curtain to a small room.
“Want to come in with me? I can show you a wonderful time.” Charles asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
“Sure, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten some.” Erika said walking in with Charles. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to rub his shoulder as he undid his over coat. Charles turned around to face her and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth when he started to squeeze he tits through her silk uniform, he could tell that she didn’t have anything on underneath due to her nipples stretching to get out.
“Let’s lose the dress.” Charles said pulling on the big red bow sitting above her ass. After undoing the bow Charles undid the one behind her neck. As soon as he did this the dress fell down and Charles realized that it was just an oversized apron, a very sexy and fitted oversized apron made out of high quality silk. Erika stood there in Charles’s arms wearing only a pair of panties as Charles frenched her and massaged her tits.
Charles kissed down Erika’s neck, sucking and lightly nibbling on her as he went down her body; he kissed down the middle of her breasts then latched onto her left nipple and sucked it like a baby breast feeding. The entire time Erika was moaning out in pleasure as Charles made love to her body with his mouth. She reached down and took hold of his swelled cock and stroked the tip of it with her fingers, lightly dancing around the head with her finger tips then plunging down and giving only half of it a stroke, every time she hit a sensitive spot on him Charles bit down on her nipple making her throw her head back in pure bliss as they teased each other. Charles then went lower on her, kissing his way over her flat stomach and down to her bellybutton. There he rubbed his hands up and down the insides of her thighs making her quiver the closer he got to her pussy lips.
“Please!” Erika moaned trying to push Charles head lower. “Please! Kiss my dripping pussy, I need it so bad!” Charles went lower and starter to play with her clit making her moan even louder. “Fuck me! Please ram your cock into me! I can’t take it any longer!” Erika practically screamed as Charles ate her out.
Charles stood up and turned Erika around so she was facing the curtain that separated them from all the other maids outside. Charles slipped his cock into her pussy slowly letting her adjust to the size of it as he went. Erika had other ideas about this. She rammed her ass back against Charles fully impaling herself onto his cock. She screamed at the top of her lungs like someone was killing her. Then one of the maids threw the curtain to the side revealing to everyone Erika and Charles fucking like bunnies. Erika had a look of pure pleasure on her face as Charles fucked fully into her cunt.
“Oh FUCK!” Erika screamed as she went into an orgasm making her entire body shake as Charles kept up the pace of his already fast fucking. The maids looking in had a look of want on their faces as they saw their boss get it from behind. Erika lost the feeling in her legs as Charles fucked her making her fall forward with Charles right behind her, as they hit the floor they started to laugh as they looked up at the now open entry way and at a couple dozen maids looking in on them. “Woops! Guess this doesn’t look very professional.” Erika said rolling off of Charles’s still rock hard cock.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Charles said looking at Erika as she stood up.
“I’m getting on top! I think it’s time for me to be in control now!” Erika straddled herself over Charles and dropped down on his cock taking it all the way in on the first bounce. “Shit! Even after all that I’m still not really used to this thing!” she said as the tip of it hit her womb. Erika began bouncing up and down on Charles as more and more maids came over to see what was happening, her tit’s flopping about as she went up and down. One of the maids dropped her uniform and marched over to them, a few of the maids cheered her on as she straddled over Charles’s face and edged her on saying things like “Smother that fucker!” and “Make him lick that cunt!” The maid then squatted down onto his face and ground her pussy into him. Charles got the idea real quick and started to lap at her pussy making her moan out saying “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh SHIT! He licks better than a woman!”
Now this surprised some of the maids and even Erika as the maid that was sitting on Charles was a devote lesbian, she had slept with practically everyone that she worked around and even had a night with Erika. So for her to say something as brash as this it really meant something.
Charles on the other hand didn’t hear a thing of this because he was too preoccupied with trying to bring the pussy above him to an earth shattering orgasm. He licked her all the way from her clit to the bottom of her slit, his nose poked her ass hole and instead of smelling an asshole Charles smelt rose. The girl douched both holes he deduced and went from her pink hole to her brown hole. This elected even louder moans from the girl as she ground her face even harder into him. Charles kept on switching from hole to hole, tongue fucking one while finger fucking the other.
The maid looked up at Erika and leaned in for a kiss, as their mouths met they both reached out for the other’s breast’s, the maid having decent C’s enjoyed it enough but Erika felt relief at her breasts being supported finally instead of flying all over the place. The maid exploded onto Charles face with her orgasm at the same time Erika did. The maid got up and moved over to Erika who was still bouncing up and down giving herself more and more orgasm’s, finally Erika stopped moving and let out a scream as she squirted across Charles and into the crowd of maids. Charles was still hard inside and when she got off of him and was replaced by the maid that had joined them earlier.
“This is my first time with a man!” She said putting the tip up to her pussy. This was the first time Charles got to look at the sexy little maid about to impale herself on him, she was a brunette short hair and C cup tit’s, she had wild green eyes and was maybe 5’4”.
“Don’t worry about it,” Erika told her as she lay on the ground feeling satisfied. “He will make you scream with pleasure!”
Nodding her head the maid started to slowly lower herself down onto his cock. Another maid entered the mix of things, stripping away her uniform and sitting down on Charles face. This happened through another 5 maids, Charles satisfying them all with his cunninglus then with his cock. Charles finally sat up with a maid getting off to start on his cock and said “A guy can only take so much ladies, I got to bust a nut soon or they might fall off!” Charles then took the maid that was about to impale herself and slipped into her. She squealed in delight as he filled her completely and started to go all the way into her. She nearly fainted after her 5 orgasm in a row when Charles took her off his cock. Erika came over and sucked his cock into her mouth and went about halfway when he finally released his seed down her throat. Erika was trying to keep up with the torrent of cum but was failing as it started to overflow from her mouth. All the maids that had so far fucked Charles went over to him and took turns putting him in their mouths.
Charles couldn’t believe the amount of cum that was spewing from his cock, he had never cummed this much ever in his life but it just wouldn’t stop. After filling the rest of the girls did Charles quite cumming like a fire hose and put out his last couple of squirts.
“Holy shit!” one of the maids said “What the fuck was that?”
“I didn’t think that was physically possible for a guy to cum that much!”
Erika walked over to Charles and caressed his cock with her hand as she whispered into his ear “We’ll have to do this again, it was fun.” She then turned around, picked up her clothes, showing off her fine round ass to Charles as he sat back resting from what he just did, and ushered the rest of the maids out of the changing room.
Charles looked around and saw his clothes in a corner of the small room, somehow they had stayed out of the mess that had just happened and were still pressed. As he was putting on his suit jacket over he saw the curtain behind him open. In the doorway was Erika, now dressed back in her uniform, she looked over at Charles and commented on his looks saying “Well don’t you look dress up nicely!” She bent over and scooped up his overcoat that was still on the ground. “Wow, this is a lot heavier than I thought!” Erika said weighing the coat in her hands. “What have you got in this thing? Lead plates?”
“No nothing like that,” Charles said tying his tie. “Just a couple of handguns and a knife.” Charles looked over and saw Erika with a confused look on her face. “You do know what a handgun is right?”
“I’ve never heard of them before.” Erika said giving Charles his overcoat. “Can you show me?”
“Sure.” Charles reached into his coat and drew out a revolver (A MP-412 REX for those that know what it is or want to google it) It had a smoky grey finish to it. He handed it over to Erika who took it in her hands weighing it.
“Now I know why that was so heavy!” Erika said looking at the gun in her hand. “How do these things work?”
“You just pull that your finger.” Charles said pointing to the trigger.
“Like this?” Erika said pulling the trigger. The gun went off while it was pointed at Charles. The power of the bullet lifted him off his feet and tossed him backwards 2 feet into the wall. Erika screamed dropping the gun and rushing over to Charles crumpled body on the floor. “Oh my god!” she screamed as she saw blood start to stain his shirt from where the bullet hit him. “Someone get the healer right now!” Erika screamed over her shoulder as she ripped off her uniform and pressing it to the wound.
Charles felt the stinging pain as Erika pressed her silk uniform into the bullet hole to try and stop the blooding, but her felt more blood oozing out another hole where the bullet exited. “Erika” Charles mumbled through a mouth full of blood.
“Don’t say anything Charles, you’ll be alright don’t worry!” She said pressing his head into her breasts. Charles fell forward onto her showing her the exit wound.
“Thought I should let you know,” Charles spat more blood out of his mouth. “That it went through.” The healer then came rushing in and looked at Charles.
“What the hell is this?” the old woman asked looking at the wounds. “After all my years as healer I have never seen anything like it!”
“Can you help him?” Erika said with tears in her eyes as Charles was leaning on her with blood dripping out of his mouth.
“I don’t know really,” the healer said kneeling down to take a closer look. “I’m used to sword accidents or magic mishaps, but not a bloody hole in someone!”
Charles coughed again splitting blood over Erika’s chest as he hanged onto his life by a thread. “Can you try at least?” Erika said now crying as she felt Charles grow weaker and weaker in her arms. The healer nodded her head and put her hands over the wounds. As she began to chant a few words Charles slipped out of Erika’s arms and fell to the floor, his eyes were closed and his breathing had stopped. The healer looked down at him and felt his neck for a pulse. She looked up to Erika with a sad look in her eyes shaking her head, Erika bent down and picked up Charles’s head and placed it into her lap, she then cried for him.
Okay I know I am so going to get some hate for this one, ending it where I did, but trust me, I somewhat know where I’m going with this.
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The life of Josh – Chapter 3

The story beggins in chapter 2. If you have not read it, you might be at a bit of a loss now. Feel free to comment. And rate please!
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Chapter 3 – A lesson to remember
‘Sure, just two streets that way and take a right.’ pointed the slightly older man, who we asked about where we could find the source of the red bottle. He walked away, mumbling something about youth and drinking.
‘Let’s head over there and ask around.’ I said and led the way.
All four of us made it to the place in no more than a minute. It was an old looking building, just a new looking sign above the door.
‘This is the place? Really? Looks more like an abandoned building.’ Simon could not resist to comment.
‘The Last Inn? Yeah, of those that remain from a few centuries ago.’ Steve jumped in.
Mouse just kept quiet and went to look around its sides. I followed him and walking around the right corner of this ruin of a building, there we saw a large parking lot.
‘Wow, check that out, dudes. Is that a Lamborghini?’ Mouse whistled, as we all stared at one million dolar car parked next to another. It was literally filled with a Porche on top of a Ferrari. There was even a guard booth, though we could not see anyone in it.
‘Well, let us see what they are cooking up inside there now, shall we?’ Took my sight off of those cars and headed to the front door. Wooden, with a metal knob, the door was heavy and screached when opened. The inside of the building could not be more different from the outside fasade. Fancy tables and chairs made of mahogany, crystal chandeliers, the place simply looked like a private collection of art, including the pieces on the walls. It was still mostly empty. Who could be surprised, it was four in the afternoon. Checking out the people inside, I noticed that the atire was like that of a party for the richest one percent. Suits worth thousands, diamonds on jewelry, we were all somewhat overwhelmed by the turn of this place.
‘Head to the bar, gentleman.’ Steve exclaimed.
‘The hell? Do you see this place? We could maybe afford a few drinks here if we sold our kidneys!’ I looked nervously around the room.
Steve ingnored me and went to order something, Simon with him and Mouse was nowhere to be seen. Just like some of the gentleman’s watches, I presumed. Typical. I made my way to the bar, asked both of them where Mick was and they both shrugged their shoulders and laughed. The bartender came around, placing my pal’s drinks in front of them and then turning to me. She must have been barely in her mid twenties, stunningly good looking with a friendly smile. I thought I saw that wide pretty smile go out a bit when she saw me, but I paid no attention to it at the time. I ordered single malt Scotch and started scanning the room with my eyes.
‘So, what is your take on this place?’ Simon asked, also looking round the surroundings. I noticed the bottle next to his glass. Red glass, white top, name written on the side in black.
‘I see we are at the right spot, judging by your drink.’ I pointed at his bottle.
‘Yes, we are. Now, what does this place have to do with anything that happened to you?’ Steve commented. ‘I mean, no offense, but you do not exactly have the money to be partying here.’
Some people stopped ingoring our presence and were plainly staring at us. At a table in the corner, there were a few people looking at us. I could see only three in the face, the other two had their backs facing us. I caught with my eye a man pointing in our direction and saying something I could not hear from so far, causing those two to turn around and look at us. My eyes went wide, seeing the woman on the right, as did hers, when she laid eyes upon us. It was our maths teacher!
I basically hit Simon in his ribcage and when he looked at me with an expression that could not be interpreted otherwise than as a question about why. To show him, I nodded my head in the direction of our teacher, miss Glasser. He almost fell off the chair in his shocked state. Then I informed Steve. He saw her, quickly turned to the bar, burrying his face in his drink, downing it as he did so.
Glasser nervously said a couple words to the people sitting at her table, got up and glanced in our direction. She adjusted her dress, a very nice sleek night black one, and having said goodbye, she walked to the front door as she attempted not to look our way. All of us silently watched her leave.
‘Hey, guys, let’s go.’ No time to explain, just get moving and follow her.’ Mike suddenly said behind us.
‘God! I almost crapped my pants. Where have you been?’ I said, startled.
Mouse did not even wait long enough to answer and he was out the door. We exchanged looks with raised eyebrows, but went after him. As we exited the building, we could not see him anymore. Simon nudged me and pointed to the left, in the direction of the parking lot. We went around the corner and saw Glasser making her way towards one of the cars, a brand new shiny silver Mercedes.
She got in, took her keys out of her purse, started the car and drove to the gate. She put some kind of keycard to the slot in a stand by the bar and waited for it to open. A small bald man came running to her car, she rolled down the window and exchanged a few words, during which the man stared around. He seemed to be distressed by something. After their brief talk, he quickly crossed the parking lot and entered the building by a side door.
As our teacher left the parking lot and slowly started driving down the road, Mickey pulled over by the front of the building. He encouraged us to follow, so we hastily jumped in and he drove off after Glasser.
‘Ok, now will you tell us what is going on?’ I asked, still puzzled by his behavior.
‘You know I snuck to the back to find out what this club had to hide. I saw Glasser immidately is we walked in, but I’m sure she didn’t see me.’ Mouse started his explanation. ‘There is a whole underground complex underneeth the club. A wine cellar, a few places that looked kinda like a torture room too. Then I came across an office of some kind. There were stacks of folders there, but one in particular caught my eye.’ he continued.
‘Well, what was it?’ we wanted to know.
‘It was open on a large table. And..your name was on the cover, Josh. Under your name, there was a stamp that just said ACCEPTED.’ Everyone looked at me, but I did not care. I was a bit shaken. A folder on me? In here? What is going on?
‘Wait, what does that have to do with her?’ Steve pointed to the Mercedes on the road right in front of us.
‘Her name was listed there too. She definitely has something to do with this. And we are going to find out.’
We followed her car and soon we entered the city again. Riding after her for a few streets, we got to the part of town most of us knew. Suddenly, it came to me where she was headed. And in about two or three minutes, I was right, she parked her car in the teachers parking space in front of our school.
‘Well, it’s the Caledonian High we know. What is she doing here at this time of day? At is almost seven.’ Simon wondered as Mick parked the car near the school parking lot.
‘No matter, we’ll see.’ Steve chipped in.
‘Hold on, guys. I wanna know something. What did that file say about me?’ I was not going after her without an explanation.
‘I didn’t see much of it. I heard someone talking in the hall, front of the door and had to hide. Before that I just saw your, her names and a few pictures of you. Someone was stalking you, mate.’ Mouse got into filling us in. ‘Just as I started reading, I heard the noise.’
‘If you say she knows something, then we should find out. Let’s go.’ I decided, wanting to know everything about what happened to me. The fact that my teacher was involved still did not fit well in my head. ‘We should split up. We don’t know where in the building she went.’
We got out of the car, walked up to the front of our school and we split up. We needed to check out the usual suspect places, like her office, the teachers lounge and other places. We each took different floors, different targets and went our ways. I went to the second floor and started checking out classrooms, just in case she wasn’t in any of the probable places. I walked room to room, looking in, some of them I didn’t even have to open, as they had glass windows in the door. I must have seen a dozen classrooms, I even went to the study when I turned to the right hall and the first door held I sight for my eyes.
I literally froze for a few seconds, my eyes wide. I finally remembered to breathe and took a long deep one, then turned my attention to the half glass door of the first classroom to the right of the hall. What could get a guy more worked up than what I was seeing going on inside there on a table.
I stared at two young hot female bodies, pressed up against each other, one of them lacking any sort of clothing from her waist up. One was a redhead, not natural, but with sparkly red hair and the other one had black hair. The one I could see the face of, the redhead, also the one missing a shirt and a bra, was just getting her nipples sucked and licked. Although outside of the room, I had a pretty good view and saw everything going on in there. Red let out a sligh moan after Dark playfully nibbled her right breast, left one cupped firmly in hand. Dark then let the nipple slip out of her mouth and joined Red’s full lips in a passionate kiss. They kept on kissing while Dark’s hand snaked down to her shorts and slipped in. Red gave out another moan, this time a much louder one.
Red, clearly not the dominant type, decided to take some initiative, moved her hand and slipped it under the other girls shirt. Even under the shirt, it was clear what she was doing. First, she gently cupped one of her boobs, then started slowly storing it. After she moved over to squeezing her nipples, Dark showed distinct vocal signs of pleasure. Their kiss broke up only due to a soft scream Dark released after the attack on her twins.
Red pulled Dark’s shirt off and I could see that they were perky B-cups, with nipples pointing outward and stiff. Red did not waste any time and buried her face in those tits, moving a bit to the side, which allowed me perfect vision of the beautiful events. My dick was throbbing and pressing against my boxers as I watched these two girls go at it.
Dark was now pressing the other girl to the top of the table, remowing her shorts. When Red’s shorts hit the ground, Dark was already furiously rubbing her pussy over a pair of white cotton panties. Then, she pulled down the panties in her way and not even removing them completely, just leaving them to the girl’s ankles, she dove her face into the bare pussy. She began by licking her clit, which she flickered the tougue on, causing the girl on the table to spasm with pleasure.
Then she moved onto her cunt, wet with her juices and saliva. Her tongue slipped in and out of the cunt, while her hand moved over to play with her clit. Red was now moaning like crazy and rocking her hips in rhythm with the other chicks mouth. Dark paused for a bit and moved up to share a kiss with Red. Her pussy juice soaked mouth met Red’s, but this kiss was brief.
Dark then walked out of my sight and I heard a zipper open. Once my vision included Dark again, I could make out a small blue dildo in her hand. With Red’s pussy suficiently wet, she plunged the dildo in as far as it would go. The girl, being impaled by the rubber dick so roughly, thrassed her head back and her lips motioned in a series of soundless moans.
Laying down on the table, their bodies mashed together, a small blue dildo grinding in and out of Red’s cunt, my prying eyes met with Dark’s and I finally recognised her. It was Amy, the girl from Steve’s party! I thought my mind was playing trics on me, when she winked at me, her hand reached towards me and she motioned me over with one finger.
Stunned, I opened the door and in a dream like state walked over to the table, where the girls had been having fun.
‘Josh, this is Rita. Rita, Josh.’ Amy said, smiling, like nothing out of the ordinary was in motion.
‘Nice to meet you, Josh. Will you be joining us?’
‘Umm, well, I..’
‘Please, we need some more fun, join in. We can take good care of you.’ Amy cut me off.
Without waiting for me to stammer again, Rita jumped down, unbuttoned my pants and tore them down, along with my boxers. My raging hardon sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. Her eyes grew wide with lust and she swallowed the head of my dick. She started bobbing her head back and forth, forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth. It was too big to fit into her throat, but she made a valiant effort.
Amy moved over, kneeled next to the redhead and helped keep her hair in order while she sucked and slupred on my dick. After a few tries to plunge my dick deep, strings of saliva were dangling off of her chin and onto the floor. Amy pulled her by her hair, making my cock slip out of her soft lips and pushed her onto the table.
She then reached for my dick, grasped it and gave it a firm squeeze, before guiding it to Rita’s opening. As my rod sank into her snatch, she tightened and came immidiately, soaking my pole with her pussy juices.
I pushed in, until my balls hit her ass. I began moving my hips and thrusting in and out of her. Having witnessed their previous show, I was near my own climax. I increased my pace until I could bare it no more. Amy saw it on me and pulled my cock out of the girl. She moved her hand quickly as I came on Rita’s belly. Exhausted, still shaken, not knowing what had just happened, I stood there, pants down and cock limping.
Then I heard a familiar mature female voice behind me.
‘Nice show, young man, you really have potential. You did good. Just like a few days ago, might I add.’
I turned around, only to see Glasser sitting in the corner with a huge grinn on her face.

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Magic Wands, so to speak part IV

Magic Wands, so to speak part IV(a Harry Potter story)
Harry awoke the next morning to a sharp jab in the ribs from Ginny. He grumbled a bit and sat up. “What, what is it?” “Get up! We have to get to the Quidditch pitch, the game is going to start in ten minutes. Why haven’t you gotten up and dressed?” “Well, I did get kind of worn out, last night.” “Oh, hush! Now get up!”
He got up and dressed in record speed, and they walked down to the pitch. The game as against Slytherin, their arch-rivals. The team they had assembled looked completely pre-historic. Crabbe and Goyle as beaters, three unknown second years as chasers, and Pansy Parkinson as the seeker. They had a huge fifth year as keeper. Harry had Ginny, Demelza, and Dean as chasers, Seamus and Neville as the new beaters, and of course Ron as the keeper. As they game began they shot up into the air, Harry keeping his eyes peeled for the snitch so he could end the match early. While he was searching the Slytherins scored four goals while Ginny and Demelza each only had one. He saw something glittering flash past his right ear. He turned in the direction and sped off, crouching low against the handle of his Firebolt. He got closer and closer to it, zigzagging back and forth across the pitch, ducking around flying players and bludgers. Parkinson screeched toward the snitch bumping Harry to the side. She leered at him, “Potter its time for you to go down, it’s all your fault my Draco is gone.” “No your Draco abandoned you for the Dark Lord.” He kicked hard to the side, steering her hard into the bleachers and then down to the ground. He grabbed the snitch and the game was over, Griffindor 220 to Slytherin 50. They flew down to the ground and landed all around Harry as he held the snitch aloft. Hermione came down to them, grabbing Ron by the arm pulling him underneath the nearest set of bleachers. “Ronald, I understand what happened, but you still did it with Lavender. You are going to have to work extra hard to get me back in bed. To start we are going for a little walk after you change…alone. Now hurry up!” she said giving him a little shove.
Ron took his time getting changed worried about what might happen. He was the last one to leave the changing room and when he exited Hermione was waiting outside impatiently. “I told you to hurry up! Let’s go!” she said, grabbing his arm and pulling, almost wrenching his arm out of the socket. She led him down around the lake and towards the edge of the Dark Forest. “W…w…we’re not going in there, are we?” “Of course not,” she said as an unknown auror walked by, giving them a stern look. Once the auror was out of sight they continued on along the forest’s edge. They walked all the way around, coming up behind Hagrid’s cabin, by the hippogriff’s pen. There was only one in there, the one formerly called Buckbeak, now Witherwings. They approached slowly and bowed, not breaking eye contact, until he in turn bowed to them. They walked up to him and began to pet him softly, not saying a word to each other. Buckbeak stood up and nudged them with his head until they were standing together. He then leaned his front down inclining his head towards his back. “Do you think he wants us to…?” He helped her on and then got on behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Buckbeak took a running start and launched himself into the air, flapping his huge wings. They circled the castle once and began to descend in the field in front of Hagrid’s hut, as he had just come out. They landed softly and he leaned down allowing them to slide off. Hagrid walked over and Buckbeak just nudged his nose into his pocket searching for his favorite snacks, ferrets. “Aye, it was you two? I wen’ ou’ ter see im an he waz gone. Glad he’s back though, got a lil worried.” “We didn’t mean to worry you Hagrid, we were out walked and before we knew it we were at the pen. We did exactly what you told us to do and he allowed us to come closer and then sort of pushed us together and gestured for us to climb on for a ride.” “I see. Well hippogriffs can sense all sorts o’ things, like when two young folks in love are havin’ a row.” “But Hagrid, how…” Hermione asked. “Not much goes on in the castle tha’ I don’t know bout.” he said with a smile. “You’d best be getting back to the castle though, them aurors are gonna be lookin’ to close them doors soon.” They said goodbye to Hagrid and Buckbeak and ran up to the castle, getting in just before the doors closed. “Cutting it right close weren’t you?” sneered Argus Filtch, holding the keys in his hand. “Yes but as you can see we are in before curfew so we’ll be going.” Ron said with a sneer of his own. They went up the steps to the Griffindor common room to change before dinner.
While Ron and Hermione were on their little walk Harry and Ginny were snuggled cozily next to a crackling fire in the Room of Requirement. Harry had thought up the idea for the rooms design and when the door appeared he led her inside. They were laying there together, Ginny’s back against his chest, his arms around her. Harry was lightly nibbling on the back of Ginny’s neck, making her moan softly. While he was kissing her his fingers were deftly unbuttoning her shirt. Once he had her shirt completely unbuttoned he slid his hands from her stomach up to her sternum, leaving a trail of goose-bumps. He pulled the shirt off her shoulders running his hands down to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. She mewed softly and tilted her head back, her eyes closed. She loved the feel of his hands squeezing her breasts and the way his palms rubbed against her nipples, causing them to harden to the size of pencil erasers. She titled her head back even further when his fingertips traced over her nipples. When she did she raised her whole body, causing her to slide back down over Harry’s growing cock, making his groan as well. He turned her onto her back and began to kiss down her shoulder and collarbone and slowly down to her breasts. He stopped there looking up at her. Her eyes pleading before she whispered breathlessly, “Please Harry, don’t tease me…” He lowered his head to one of her breast, slowly licking, sucking and kissing all over it. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and held it there, running his tongue back and forth over it. She moaned and writhed under the movements of his tongue. He began to nibble on it and gently pulled on it caused her to give off a little squeal of pleasure. He then proceeded to the other one doing the same thing with the same results. When he was done he looked up at her again and she had a smile on her face. He started to kiss down her stomach, but she stopped him, flipping him over. She pulled his shirt forcefully over his head and ran her hands of his chest, which was starting to become much more muscular (Harry had started fighting back against Dudley when he used him as a target). She trailed her fingers across his abs and down to his waist. She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the zipper, releasing his throbbing member. She reached down and tried to wrap her hand around it, but was unable to, as usual. She slowly began to rub it up and down, licking the space between her thumb and fingers. She then began to lick back and forth across the tip of his dick. He moaned and she slowly began to lower her mouth over his massive head and down over the shaft. He moaned even more as she forced her mouth farther down, his head slipping down the back of her throat. She pulled back off and began to work on a smaller section, working her magic. He groaned and his eyes started to roll back in his head and his body tensed up. “Oh Ginny…” was all he could manage before he exploded the first blast to the back of her throat. She swallows as fast as she could and almost choked, not missing a drop. When Harry came back to his senses he pulled her up to where she was level with him again. He then inched his way down and grabbed his wand, pointing it at her pants. The button unbuttoned and the zipper moved down as her pants and thong slid down and off of her, folding themselves in a pile. Harry leaned his head down blowing across her pulsing clit and over her wet slit. She whimpered, thrusting her hips up trying to get his tongue on her. When she did that he pulled his head back teasing her, making her whimper again. He began to kiss around the edges of her pussy, her body writhing around, “Please Harry,” she begged in a hoarse whisper. He smiled and planted a kiss right on her clit, causing her jolt around violently, as she orgasmed. Her body, trembled a shook for several minutes afterwards, then when they subsided, “Keep going please!” she demanded running her hands through his hair as she pulled his head back down. He began running his tongue back and forth from her clit to her hole. Each pass he’d let his tongue slide into her a little deeper. He started rubbing her clit with one hand and darting his tongue in and out of her. With his other hand he began teasing one of her nipples. He kept his tongue out and began moving his head back and forth, tongue-fucking her. Ginny’s body couldn’t take the over-stimulation, she let out a strangled little cry and started to shake more violently then before, bathing Harry’s tongue, face and hair with her cum. Harry wiped off his face and waited for her to return to her senses. When her eyes opened she grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, kissing him intensely. She didn’t say anything, the look she gave him said everything that needed to be said. She grabbed his cock, stroking it quickly a few times and got up on her hands and knees. He slowly moved towards her pussy, entering her with one steady stroke. When she gave a little shove back at him he began slowly pumping in and out of her, getting faster steadily. She stopped him after a few minutes of strong thrusts, pulling away from him. She leaned even farther down on her chest, spreading her butt cheeks, “Come on Harry, hurry up,” she growled. He moved forward and placed his cock head against her tiny star. He started pushing and since his cock was so wet from her pussy he slid in easily. Her face was temporarily a mask of pain, then she started pushing back at him, “Easy and slow,” she said her hands gripping the sheets they were laying on. He began to increase the speed and she was growling low in her throat, twisting the sheets between her fingers. After a few minutes her body went rigid again, cumming. Her ass was clenching down on his cock and he yelled as he came in her ass. He collapsed on top of her twitching body, completely out of breath. Slowly his cock deflated and slipped from her stretched hole. He rolled to the side and lay down next to her. She moved back against him and laid her head down. Within a few minutes they were asleep, Ginny’s head on his chest.
Ron and Hermione had changed and gone down to the dining hall and sat at their table. They noticed that besides Harry and Ginny, Dean, Seamus and Lavender were all missing as well. Ron and Hermione whispered amongst themselves about this fact. “They probably off somewhere together, but where could the other three be.” “Good!” said Hermione angrily. He slid his arm around her while the plates disappeared and everyone slowly filed out of the Great Hall.
Up in a secret room off the main staircase to the boy’s dormitory, Dean, Seamus, and Lavender were up to their own ‘activities’. The two boys were seated on either side of her and Dean was kissing her, while Seamus was pulling her shirt off, running his hands down over her breasts. She mewed softly at their attentions. They both lowered their heads each beginning to suck on a nipple. She threw her head back and moaned. Dean slid his hand down to her pants and unbuttoned her pants. He slid his hand down into her panties, rubbing her clit, while Seamus ran his hand down onto her butt, rubbing her little star. She ran her hands to their crotches, gently dragging her nails along the outlines of their cocks. She suppressed a gasp as she felt the size of Seamus’s dick. It was much bigger than Dean’s and a bit thicker than Ron’s, she couldn’t wait to have it inside her tight hole. She undid their pants pulling their members out, stroking them. She began to alternate sucking and stroking each one of them. Hey rearranged themselves on the bed; She was laying on her back with Dean in the 69 position with her. She was sucking his cock while he was licking her clit and Seamus was driving his tongue into her hole furiously. She moaned around the dick in her mouth. She started to buck and cum shot out of her splashing both guys. She raised up onto her hands and knees, her butt pointed at Dean. She pushed his cock into her as she wrapped her mouth around Seamus’s pole. She was bobbing her head up and down while fake moaning for Dean’s sake. She thrust back at Dean making his cum quickly. She then turned around pointing her ass at Seamus, while taking Dean’s flaccid penis in her mouth. Seamus shoved his cock into her tight pussy with one solid thrust, burying himself to the balls. She moaned loudly and started thrusting her self back at him, completely forgetting about Dean. Dean had become hard again and whispered in her ear and she nodded. She pulled away from Seamus pushing him onto the bed on his back. She then straddled him pushing herself down onto his cock . She then held still while Dean pushed himself into her tight ass. She moaned felling incredibly full. They didn’t wait for her to get adjusted to them and began pistoning in and out of her holes. As one pulled out of her the other thrust into her, keeping her body in motion. She was lost in the throes of her orgasm, her eyes crossing then rolling into her head, her mouth open and drooling. Dean came first, filling her as and then rolling off the bed, falling asleep. Seamus slowed down waiting for her to regain some sense. When she came back down she saw that she was still on top of him and his cock was still pulsating inside her. She looked over and saw that Dean was passed out. She gripped Seamus and rolled so he was on top of her. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!’ He didn’t need to be told twice as he started thrusting hard, driving his cock in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping her ass wetly. “Oh god…oh…yes…You’re so much better than Dean.” she said as she trembled and came again. He raised her legs up onto his shoulders, forcing himself deeper. She was moaning and babbling incoherently now, the pleasure too much. Seamus groaned loud as he finally shot his load into her still spasming pussy. Dean started pulling himself onto the bed, Lavender looked over at him, “Get lost Dean, Seamus is so much better than you. I don’t have to fake it with him. He knows what he’s doing, unlike you. Bye.” She waved her wand and he was whisked out of the room quickly. She cuddled up against Seamus and fell into a full and truly contented sleep.
Harry woke up looking at his watch, gasping. “it was well past curfew and Ginny was still sound asleep. He tried waking her but was unable to. He did a quick check of the Marauder’s Map, to make sure it was safe. He quickly dressed and gathered Ginny’s clothes, pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and carried her back to the dormitory. The Fat Lady was angry for being woken up but swung open for them to enter. There was only one person in the common and Harry was glad to see it was Hermione. She walked over and helped get her dressed and she helped up to her bed. When she returned she walked over to Harry, “You really shouldn’t miss meals, it would look very suspicious if you two keep missing mealtimes.” “Yeah I know its just Ginny wanted to and she was happy about passing a major exam. She…” He was cut off when Hermione kissed him quickly. “What?” “I’ve been waiting for you to get back. I’m punishing Ron for that whole Lavender mess, so I sent him to bed. I think I’m really only punishing myself.” Without another word she grabbed Harry by his crotch and dragged him up the stairs to her Head Girl room. Once inside she shoved him on the bed and pulled her night-robe off and jumped on him. She forcefully yanked his shirt off and flicked her wand at his pants causing the belt and pants to unfasten and come off, folding themselves on her dresser. She couldn’t wait any longer and forced herself down on his shaft which was still growing back to its full mass. She groaned as she rocked back and forth on it, feeling it become steely-hard again. Once it was she began to ride him slowly, grinding against him on each down motion. Harry placed his hands on her hips but she pulled them off and placed them on her breasts. He started kneading them firmly, pulling on her nipples, eliciting sharp yelps of pleasure. She started bucking faster and started to groan like an animal. She started thrashing around more wildly, her head tossing from side to side, the brown locks going in every direction. She slowed to almost a stop and then looked up at him, “Well I’m not doing all the work,” she said, grabbing him and rolling over. He started thrusting slowly in and out, enjoying the gripping sensation her pussy was giving him. She wrapped her long legs around his ass, pulling him harder into her. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, lightly clawing. He started to make long, deep thrusts, driving her quickly back to the edge. As she began to cum again, her legs tightened around him and her nails bit into his back, causing him to wince in pain. He make short quick thrusts waiting for her to come back down. Once she was back he made a few motions with his wand and she flew into the air and hung suspended by invisible cords. He walked over and slowly slid back into her causing a yelp. “Oh Harry! Harry…what is this? What…” He started thrusting forcefully, her whole body shaking from the force. She moaned and whimpered as she was pushed over the edge again by his force. By this point he was painfully hard, so he motioned with his wand to turn her over, her ass at the correct height. “Oh no Harry! It won’t fit…too big.” He pushed against her clenched ass, forcing it to open for his entrance. She whimpered slightly at the pain, but not stopping him. His head popped inside her and he just gave a sharp thrust forcing the rest of his shaft inside her. She screamed and then relaxed once he stopped moving. He started thrusting slowly, her ass gripping his member so much harder than her pussy. She was moaning and groaning while Harry was pumping like a man possessed. He cried out as he began to erupt in her ass, causing her to cum from the sensation as well. He slowly pulled from her ass his cock sliding out with a slurping sound and released the rope spell he placed on her. He started to apologize for his forcefulness, but she cut him off by lightly kissing his lips. “It’s okay Harry, that’s what I really needed. Now its best you go back to your dormitory, I promised Ron he could come up and wake me tomor…in a few hours.” Harry just nodded and left returning to his bed and just as he pulled the curtains closed he saw Ron getting up.
Ron got up stretched and walked to the bathroom showering and getting dressed. He slowly and quietly walked back through the dormitory and down into the common room. When he got there he found a sad-looking Dean. He looked a bit disheveled and as though he had been crying. Though they didn’t always agree and he knew that Dean hated Harry he walked over. Dean just looked up, “Hey mate, how’s it going?” “I was actually going to ask you the same question,” he said with a questioning look. “You really don’t want to know…” he said, looking down. Ron just nodded, “Lavender?” “Yeah, her and Seamus…” “Seamus? But I thought you two were best mates?” “We were until Lavender decided that size really does matter.” “Oh she picked the biggest ‘dick’ in the room, sorry.” He just nodded, his head still down. Ron grabbed him by the shoulder, “Come on I’ll help cheer you up.” He led him to the secret back door of the kitchens, tickling the fruit in the painting opening the door. As they stepped in they were approached by Dobby the freed house-elf, “Mr. Weasley, how nice to see you again, what can I get for you and Mr. Thomas?” “Dobby I’ve told you, you can call me Ron and if you can find us a couple of butter-beers, thank you.” Of course! Right away Mr.…erm…Ron” he said kind of trying it out. “You know a house-elf?” “Yes after the Chamber of Secrets incident Harry helped to free him from his foul masters the Malfoys.” “Oh, I see.” “Dean, couldn’t you give Harry a break. Ginny has always wanted to be with him.” “I don’t really blame him for that, I know its not his fault, I just get a little jealous sometimes.” Dobby returned with a couple bottles of chilled butter-beer and a tray of biscuits. He set the tray down, “Thank you Dobby.” Ron said. Dobby bowed low, “No need to thank me sir. You and Mr. Harry Potter and even Ms. Granger has helped Dobby much since Dobby was freed. Well I must go, have to start preparing breakfast.” “Well thank you again Dobby.” Ron said again though Dobby had disappeared from sight. They sat drinking and talking for a while. Once they were finished Dean stood up, “Thanks Ron, I’m feeling much better now.” “Anytime mate.” he said extending his hand, which Dean quickly shook. They walked back up towards the dormitory, still talking, just now it was about Quidditch. As they reached the portrait hole it swung open and Pavarti Patil stepped out her eyes lingering on Dean as she walked past. He looked at Ron and Ron just nodded. He smiled and jogged after Pavarti catching up to her just as she reached the stairs. Ron just smiled stepping through the hole and checked the time. It was time so he carefully walked up the steps so they didn’t change into a slide (a trick Ron and Harry had learned the hard way one year, but they have since learned to get around that particular obstacle). He stepped into her room, seeing her still asleep, her hair tussled, body naked and moaning in her sleep. He thought she was just having a rather vivid dream, even moaning Ron’s name. “Hmm, I must be getting her pretty good,” he thought to himself listening for a few moments before waking her. He lightly shook her and she awoke, looking up at him her eyes a bit unfocused. “Not now Ron, I’m too tired…” she mumbled. “No Hermione its time to get up. Breakfast in in twenty minutes.” Oh my gosh! Why did you wait so long?” She raced around the room looking for some appropriate looking clothes for breakfast. Once she was dressed they went down the stairs and met up with Harry and Ginny, who were in the middle of a last-minute grope session. “Honestly you two, can’t you control yourselves?” she said walking over. “You’re one to talk Granger,” Ginny said teasingly, pointing at her hair. Hermione checked the mirror and waved her wand, bringing her hair back to proper order. They walked down to breakfast together sitting down at the house table. Harry looked down the table at some new couples that had been formed. Lavender had dropped Dean for his best friend, Seamus. Dean didn’t seem to upset about it though, because he was a bit further down the table chatting lively with Pavarti. After breakfast was over the Heads of House handed out a small notice of an upcoming event, the Yule Time Ball. It was going to be held again and they had planned dancing rehearsal schedules for the 4th years.
When the time had come Harry and Ron were in their dress robes and waiting for the girls. “What is taking them so long? They been up there for hours…” Ron grouched, pacing in front of the fireplace. “They’re probably making us wait intentionally because we waited until the last minute last time.” They heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see it wasn’t the girls they were waiting for, but Pavarti. She smiled at them and walked towards the boys dormitory stairs waiting for Dean. Finally Ginny and Hermione came down the stairs. “Well did you take long enough?’ Ron asked sarcastically. “Oh hush Ronald,” Hermione said, pressing a finger over his lips. The portrait swung open and they walked to the Great Hall. The Ball lasted several hours, at the end the Heads of House motioned everyone back to the common rooms. Harry was carrying Ginny in his arms, he suspected that someone had slipped a sleeping draft into her pumpkin juice. Hermione had noticed the basic signs and he decided that it would be best if she woke in her own room instead of the infirmary. Ron and Hermione were staggering up the stairs sleepily, gently bumping into each other . Harry carried Ginny through the portrait hole and up to her dormitory, placing her on her bed. He tucked her into it and gently kissed her on the forehead before exiting. Hermione and Ron were both too exhausted to do anything, but she did get him to at least sleep with her. They went up to her private room and got into the bed. As soon as she had curled up against him they both fell to sleep.
Dean and Pavarti were sitting in the common room on a sofa talking, until Professor MacGonagall came in and told to be off to bed. They rose and Dean seemed like he was trying to say something, but Pavarti just grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, giving him a light kiss. She then turned and seemed to float up the stairs to her room. Dean stood there speechless for a moment, before he felt the professor’s glare upon him and he ran up the steps to his room. He smiled and shook her head, “Young love…”

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Locker Room Pounding

Remembering that I forgot my jockstrap I head back to the locker room after practice. As I get closer to the locker room door, I hear moaning coming from inside. I pull the door silently seeing that it is open, I quietly sneak in fearing being heard. I walk towards the location of the groans, the far stall. The sound gets louder and louder. I grab the handle and pull. The door swings open revealing one of my teammates, Marco.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Marco yells.
“I just forgot my jockstrap… actually it looks like you grabbed it for me.”
“I saw it sitting on the bench and thought I would grab it for you.” He says
“Thanks, it looks like you did more to it than just pick it up.”
Marco pulls the jockstrap away from his 8 inch boned cock. The head glistens like a lake during the summer.
“I…..I…..I…” he stutters.
“How about we take this to the benches to discuss this further”
We walk out to the benches lining the border of the locker room. He walks with a bit of a waddle which I find out is because he is trying to hold the dildo in his ass. He hands me back the jockstrap.
“I should really tell coach that you are stealing my stuff”
“Please don’t”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you can’t walk to his office.”
“I dare you”
He grabs my face and gives it a good slap.
“What the fuck?”
“You asked to be punished”
He claws at my crotch like it is just some piece of meat. He rips my jeans off and throws them across the bench, just out of reach. He compliments my package and tells me he is going to turn me into a bitch starting with my junk.
He slams his face on my dick and sucks like a popsicle. Up and down at such a rapid pace his face becomes a blur.
“You like that?”
Breathless, I am able to respond. The guy I had been sneaking glances at for 3 years is suddenly sucking my dick like there is no tomorrow. I couldn’t believe my dreams were coming true. As he sucks faster and faster I can’t help but moan.
He screamed for me to get on all fours with my ass in the air. I got into position and as soon as I got settled he started eating my ass.
His tongue probed in and out of my ass like lighting. I could tell that Marco was wetting my ass, getting it ready for entrance. Just as an intense almost orgasmic feeling rose over me, he stopped and started rubbing the glistening head of his throbbing dick all over my now dripping ass hole. He lined up the head and rammed.
“What the FUCK?” I screamed, pain rushing over my whole body.
“I thought the best way to go was fast, like a band-aid.”
He was wrong. I was quickly getting used to his cock filling my ass whole like nothing but a dick could. He pulled back and thrust again, harder. I tried to keep from screaming but the pain and pleasure made me unable to hold it back. He slaps my ass over and over.
“How do you like that?”
“It feels so good Marco, why didn’t you tell me you were gay?” “We could have done this a lot sooner!”
He pounded and pounded until his cock tensed in my ass. Just then, my ass was filled with warm, gooey boy seed. He let out a low moan like only a man could.
I tried to keep the cum in, there was too much and soon it started to leak all over the bench. Just then another team mate appeared out of the shadows and started licking the cum off of the bench before moving to my still dripping ass.
“You know Matt don’t you?” Marco said, chuckling.
“Where has he been hiding?”
“In the shower” Matt replied “You two have been doing some pretty nasty stuff out here, why don’t we get you cleaned up.”
I got up, sore from the recent events. I entered the showers and reached for the shower handle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Matt said
“I’m washing off.”
“No, we have other ideas. Get on your knees.”
I crawled to the floor. The piss started to hit my head when I realized what ideas they had. Marco on my right, Matt on the left, releasing the piss they had saved all day just for this occasion. They had planned for this to happen.
When Matt finished he grabbed my head, opened my mouth and pushed his dick in.
I couldn’t believe that the two guys I had fantasized about forever were here now making me their boy bitch.
I had started to enjoy it when I heard footsteps coming from outside of the locker room. I tried to warn the other two but my mouth was stuffed and the moans from Matt covered any sounds I could make. The door swung open revealing the coach.
“What the fuck are you three doing?”
“We just forgot some things in our lockers and got a little side tracked” Matt exclaimed, his dick still in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.
“Well, mind if I join in?”
“Why the fuck not” Marco said
“You take Marco and I will finish off this bitch” Matt laughed.
I looked over to see coach getting his 10 inch dick slathered on by Marco. This sight was enough to make me cum all over Matt’s feet. He looked down at my face being fucked and asked why I came all over his feet and told me that I would be cleaning it up when he was done. The face fucking for Marco and I lasted a good 10 minutes. By then we were exhausted and wanted to stop but those two told us otherwise. Marco was soon becoming another boy bitch.
The End

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School Bathroon Quickie

Brady and I have known each other for a long time. We’ve gone camping with each other since we were 7 and we’ve gone to school for as long as we can remember. During one of these camping trips we briefly masturbated together, sparking my interests into the world of cock.
During an English class I sat behind him, and I would always admire his curvy, delicious bubble butt. Oh how I loved just staring and fantasizing, while sitting in class with a massive erection.
Unfortunately for me, I only have one class, Spanish, with him this year, where he sits directly behind me. Little did I know this one class would spark the most fun I’ve ever had.
This day we were reviewing past-tense verbs. I looked back at him to make a sarcastic remark, and was stunned when I found his athletic shorts pulled slightly down, his shirt slighty up, and his fingers down in his pants. My deep desire for him combined with my immense surprise meant I could not stop stairing at his wonderfully sexy skin. I thought I saw a hint of red underwear.
I looked up as soon as I realized I had been staring, and I was immediately met with eye contact. He gave me a quick wink as I spun around quickly as I turned red. The teacher called on me.
We had half an hour until lunch, and I spent the entire time thinking of what this could possibly mean. Is he bi too? Does he want to have sex? Was it all just some joke? I spent the half hour fantasizing (with a rock hard boner), and finally came up with a plan.
I made my usual trip to the bathroom before heading to lunch, and for the first time all year Brady followed me. Phase one complete.
I unzipped my fly, pulled out my still hard cock, and proceeded to pretend to urinate. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brady enter the bathroom, choose the urinal next to mine, unzip his pants and pull out an equally hard cock. Wasting no time, I turned my head an obvious 45 degrees and stared at the cock I have desired for so long. I looked up into his eyes, and he winked again.
We simultaniously started walking toward each other, without breaking eye contact. We immediately embraced and kissed. Our tounges gently slithered around as we took each others pants off. I was amazed to see Brady wearing a red thong, showing the wonderful outlines of his balls, and making his ass look even more lucious than before. I slipped his thong down and he stepped out of them, as he proceeded to do the same to me. I pulled my shirt off, lifted his off, and took one of his nipples into my mouth, gently sucking with a touch of nibbling. He let out a low moan. I kissed my way up to his neck, and on up to his mouth where we continued to french.
Brady made his way down my body, spending time kissing my neck, and reciprocating my treatments of the nipples. Continuing on down my body he kissed a circle around my belly button, down my left thigh and came up my right.
He took one of my balls in his mouth, gently swishing it around, then doing the same to the other. I tried to remain quiet so no one would hear, but I had to let out a deep moan. His hot, wet mouth was nothing like the hand I used everynight fantasizing of this moment.
He continued back up my body until we embraced in a kiss once again. I went down his body, getting his nipples, bellybutton, and both thighs. Finally, my favorite part. I gently licked his ball sack, all the way up the bottom of his delicious cock and back down. I put one ball in my mouth, then the other, then both. Oh how delicious he was.
I licked along the sides of his cock, gently teasing him before the real fun began. I put only his cock head in my mouth and gently sucked, bobbing up and down ever so slighty. Everytime I went down I kept going farther, until his magnificent 7 inches were completely in my mouth.
He gave a sudden moan, and I knew my prize was coming. I felt his cock start to spasm as he filled my mouth with his cum, his sweet, salty, delicious cum. I swallowed most of it, saving a slight bit to share in a kiss.
After our kiss, Brady immediately got down on his knees and took my entire cock in his mouth. I gasped, not expecting this. He sucked as hard as he could and bobbed his head so fast I was afraid it was going to come off. Needless to say, I couldn’t contain myself very long under this. I warned him I was about to cum, and he jacked me off onto this face.
After I was done spirting, he stood up and we kissed, getting my cum all over my face and his. I licked my delicious sperm from his face, savoring every little bit I could get. He then proceeded to lick my face off. The way he used his tounge was magnificent.
Looking at the clock, we needed to get to lunch because we only had ten minutes left.
As he put his jeans back on, he left his boxers off and stuck mine in his backpack. Following his lead, I slipped my jeans on and kept his thong. I love the feel of commando jeans. The denim rubbing up against my sweet ass. It also accentuated Brady’s ass, giving me an immediate boner.
We shared a final kiss and left, grabbing each others ass down the empty hallway, hoping no one would see, but at the same time hoping someone would see and enjoy 😉

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my best friend part two

i have never written and linked story and i had not intended to do so but here i am doing it so i just want to say enjoy and this story was not made o to be a quicky cum thing

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harry potter- the woes of dumbledores army

Only you wriggled out of that one, didn’t you Potter?” Umbridge
cackled, advancing on Harry with her wand drawn. “Not today, though,
not now… Crucio!”
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all watched as their friend dropped
to the floor. Each held by a member of the Inquisitional Squad, they
were powerless to prevent the torture, but winced nonetheless upon
hearing their friend shriek in anguish. Both Weasleys were too overcome
with emotion to watch, and turned away as Harry writhed and spasmed
under the horrific pain.
At last finding her infliction sufficient, Umbridge lowered her
weapon and ceased the incantation, smiling with extreme satisfaction as
victory drew near. “Warrington, grab the boy!” she commanded wickedly,
stepping aside so the tall Slytherin could approach. “We are going to
see if Snape can somehow weasel the answer out of Potter here.”
The two began to move out of Dumbledore’s office, much to the
surprise of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They had obviously been expecting
to be a part of this up until the end, and the expression of betrayal
on Malfoy’s face was exquisite.
“But what about *us*, Professor?” he asked shrilly, worry peaking
every syllable.
“Well…” Umbridge replied waveringly, halting at the top of the
spiral staircase as her charge continued to drag Harry down. “I suppose
my most trusted students *do* deserve a commendation for such a heroic
display of loyalty to the Ministry.” Then, with a devious smirk that
was immediately mirrored by Draco, she pulled her wand out and repaired
the recently-picked door.
“I trust that you’ll be finished by the time I return…” she
announced grimly before vanishing, sealing the eight teenagers inside.
***
Draco brightened up straight away at his good fortune, and trotted
over to Hermione without delay with the most evil grin on his face she
could ever recall.
“It’s about time you learned the proper role of a mudblood…” he
snickered, poking her middle with his wand and causing just the
distraction he was looking for. She reflexively drew back, restrained
by Goyle’s arms, and exposed herself below the waist. Without wasting a
second, Draco jabbed his hand forward into the cleft between her legs,
savoring the warmth emanating from her concealed womanhood.
At first stunned, Hermione let him fondle her genitals with
impunity. Once anger set in, however, she responded quickly and with a
fury that surprised even him. Though gagged, she spurted out what the
other could only assume were outraged muggle expletives while kicking
forward until her assailant withdrew.
“Now, really, Granger…” Draco answered mockingly. “I was going to
have my way with you first and be done with it. But now I’m afraid
you’ve made me… lose interest. Looks like we’ll have to orchestrate
something to get me nice and ready for that dirty mouth of yours!”
Hermione glared belligerently at him, but said nothing to risk him
changing his mind and violating her on the spot. Instead, she watched
as his eyes sized up both Luna and Ginny.
“I say you let the little redheaded tart do it first…” Bulstrode
interrupted with a snicker, pointing to Ron’s little sister.
“Why, yes!” Draco announced cheerfully, turning to his companion.
“You should tell *all* of them what we found out…”
“Of course!” the heavyset girl sang in tune with his derisive tone.
“See, on that first Hogsmeade weekend, I was supposed to follow her and
that Corner kid from Ravenclaw. And you know what I saw?”
“What?” Draco asked dramatically, not even noticing that Ginny’s
head was turned to the wall, hot embarrassment filling her face.
“They were… doing it!” Millicent shouted jovially, pointing at
the flushed Weasley girl. “In one of the inn rooms at the Hog’s Head!
When the big mess of you got turned down trying to order firewhisky, I
almost wet my knickers laughing, but as soon as the two of them came
back later I just had to investigate!”
Ginny was on the verge of tears now, not even attempting to deny
the story. Ron, on the other hand, had been transfixed by the tale up
until the pause. Now, he turned to his sister, thoroughly expecting to
see a defiant counter to what he assumed was a bald-faced lie. Her
crestfallen face, though, betrayed his confidence in a heartbeat.
“How could you?” he bellowed loudly, enraged with himself the
moment he spoke for losing control. Millicent only absorbed the
emotional outburst in stride, anteing up the narration.
“Oh, yeah!” Bulstrode continued, clearly enjoying it. “I climbed up
to the balcony to get a better look, and there she was! Lying on her
back like a slut while he did it with her!”
Tears began to drop from Ginny’s eyes as her secret was let out,
and even Hermione let her mouth drop open at the revelation of such a
private act. Neville, however, reacted in an entirely different fashion
than anyone one else expected.
“Make you randy, eh, Longbottom?” Draco snapped, leering at the
Gryffindor boy’s noticeable bulge. “Well, I guess if you want to fuck
her that much, you should go right ahead.”
Neville gave his longtime nemesis a curious look as his own urges
began to battle for control. On one hand, he had always had a crush on
Ginny and would have liked nothing more than to slam her silly. On the
other, he knew she would be diametrically opposed to such an idea,
especially under such circumstances.
Ron sensed his friend’s hesitation in courageously telling Malfoy
to piss off, and grew steadily angrier at the thought that he could
even be considering the offer. Finally after a few intense seconds, he
could take no more.
“Don’t you dare touch her…” the redhead boy warned both
teenagers, stepping forward and snarling just enough so that Crabbe
felt the need to pull him back by the neck.
“Come on, Longbottom…” Draco whispered suggestively, turning his
back on the elder Weasley. “This will probably be your only chance. Why
not go for it?”
Blinded by lust, Neville took a few steps towards Ginny, who had so
far been too busy crying to notice the others talking about her. His
eyes scanned her maroon-accented robes, wondering excitedly what her
exposed figure would look like. And, even with the subtly hidden snide
remark from Malfoy, he found himself nodding, silently thanking Draco
as a servient mongrel.
“Neville, stop!” she pleaded, picking up her head upon seeing him
approach. “Stay away!”
“I’m sorry Ginny…” he babbled, reaching to caress her chest
through the thick vestments. The young girl instantly recoiled at his
touch, spinning out of Crabbe’s grip with surprising speed. Malfoy’s
big brute had enough sense to reach out with an one arm, snatching a
corner of her robes while keeping a firm grip on Ron with the other.
Though the fiery redhead probably had enough momentum to barrel
down both Millicent and Draco, the sudden pulling sensation stopped her
dead still for a moment. She pushed ahead hard, yelping in surprise
when the tie about her waist inexplicably came loose. Horrified beyond
words, the shocked teenager wrapped her arms about her body as she fell
out of the robe, landing stomach-first on the stone floor wearing
nothing but her pink underwear and bra.
“Oh, Ginny…” Neville croaked, pouncing without a moment’s
hesitation. Kneeling down behind her, he lowered his partner’s homely
panties and undid his own garments in one fluid motion. Before the poor
girl had any idea what was going on, she was naked, and almost everyone
in the room could see the red tuft peeking out from below her upraised
bottom. Without further delay, he thrust his genitals forward,
miraculously finding the tight, fuzzy opening on first attempt.
Both Ron and his younger sibling stiffened up as she was
penetrated, each too absorbed in the gravity of the event to do
anything more. Had she actually been able to suffer a deflowering,
there would be no doubt that her brother would have lashed out and
fought to the death to protect her chastity. But, the tragic blow of
discovering his sister had already relinquished her maidenhead in a
meaningless fling with a mere crush seemed to have tempered his anger.
“So… warm…” the delirious Longbottom blithered, holding dearly
as Ginny unconsciously moved to her hands and knees in order to
counterbalance the force of his slamming shaft. She groaned as the
realization that not only was someone being intimate with her without
permission, but the most eclectic mix of her friends and enemies were
brazenly watching them go at it!
Neville erroneously took her vocalization for arousal, and allowed
a victorious chocolate-frog eating grin to spread across his face.
Ginny shrieked as his weight began to press further onto her back,
still too flustered to do anything more than grunt and wheeze in time
with their coupling. By the time his hands made their way to her
covered breasts, all the violated female could stand was to close her
eyes and let him have his way with her.
Ron was in as much of a daze as his sister, and in no position to
object anyway. Hermione, however, let out an audible gasp. Being far
from unendowed herself, the bushy-haired wizardress was still relieved
to find she had nothing to fear from her competition. The thoughts
flashed through her mind in an instant, almost unconsciously, once
again proving the wondrous complexity of her intellect. Even in such a
time of crisis, she was still adept at absorbing all useful data.
Ginny’s lover took a few seconds to master the clasp which kept her
twin mounds from view, but was finally successful after a particularly
deep lunge which left the fourth-year Gryffindor trembling. The pink
material fell away at once, releasing the teenager’s modest, but
beautiful orbs. Crabbe and Goyle in particular took a great deal of
interest in her now completely naked form, their eyes glazing over in a
manner that alerted Draco how perilously close he was to losing command
of the situation.
***
“Time to up the ante, eh?” he announced suddenly, voice proud and
meretricious enough to tear everyone’s attention away from the
debaucherous pair. Turning to his two goons, he halted for only a
moment to silently chastise himself for selecting clods so easily
distracted. “You two can break in the mudbood…”
Hermione had previously been complacent, but now the threat of
losing her purity flared up her most vile mood yet. “If you even think
about it…” she warned, trying instinctively to fetch a wand from her
robes. Goyle was too quick, however, pinning the limber student before
she could even remember that their weapons had already been
confiscated.
“Like I said…” Draco continued coolly, cupping the twin
protrusions in her robe while she turned away in disgust. “Show her a
good time, because *I* certainly won’t get that close to a half-breed.”
And, before Hermione could even get a word in edgewise, Goyle took
advantage of his boss’ liberty. Pinning his stunned hostage to the
wall, he opened wide and planted a very wet and messy kiss on her lips.
She attempted to fight back one last time, but Crabbe was already
nuzzling up from behind, his nose inhaling the scent off the nape of
her neck even as his thick hands began to caress her buttocks.
Realizing the bitter air of defeat, she gave herself up completely.
Draco watched the events unfolding with cautious interest, making
sure Ron was really too numb with arousal to make a move while he saw
to getting his own rocks off. In the short time it took him to cross
Dumbledore’s former office, his two cronies tore open and lowered
Hermione’s robes to the cold ground, leaving her clad in naught but an
irresistibly demure set of white undergarments.
Millicent allowed herself to step back for a moment, looking on at
her red-haired hostage with amusement. Just as he was about to slunk
down to the floor to console his anguish with the sight of his crush
getting violated in every hole, she whipped her wand out and planted it
painfully in his chest.
“Don’t think about trying any heroics…” she snapped coldly,
hiding behind a vaguely apprehensive smile. “We’re both going to watch
her get shagged, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The elder Weasley stared back at her, dumbfounded until a growing
sensation of heat began to form in his crotch. He didn’t really think
she would dare to use any type of charm on Little Ron, but couldn’t
very well risk it, either. “Poor Hermione…” he mused silently.
***
“You’ll do nicely.” Draco announced as he came closer to Luna, who
had not even thought of escape since her warder had ambled off to
ravish another. And even though her time to participate was drawing
near, the dotty girl appeared to be more interested in Ginny’s swaying
body than anything else.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed at being so ignored, so he brought his mouth
right to her ear. “I’m going to rail you so hard you won’t be able to
walk back up to Ravenclaw tower for a week!” he whispered delightfully,
drawing back to watch her expression.
“Okay…” Luna replied dreamily, at last turning attention to her
soon-to-be partner. Without even waiting for an invitation, she untied
her vestments and allowed them to drop, making clear she was one of the
few Hogwarts females who did not feel the need for an additional layer
of clothing over bare skin. The smarmy Slytherin was momentarily taken
aback by the display of such delightful features, and stood stupefied
long enough to fully take in her beauty.
Luna Lovegood was very attractively thin, and had obviously been
hiding a truly breathtaking body under her strange mannerisms. Her
apple-sized breasts were a bit larger than Ginny’s, but still unable to
compare with the way Hermione had filled out starting in third year.
However, the intoxicating manner in which her dirty-blonde hair
cascaded down in front framed each mound in an elegant golden flourish.
Down below, her vestal opening was just as amazing. The yellow
flower was neatly trimmed, leaving a mere tuft of fur above the
clitoris with the rest of her dainty furrow completely bare. A small
amount of wetness between her labia accented the scene, hinting that
while its addled master had not been paying attention to the erotic
setting, she was yet unconsciously responding to it.
“Here goes, then…” Draco broke in, addressing himself more so
than his nude mate as he rapidly undressed. Within a few seconds, his
cock had sprang out, looking rather menacing compared to Luna’s tiny
slit just a few centimeters away.
“Sure!” Luna said blithely, raiding a leg up in a dazzling display
of agility. “I can’t wait to see how it feels!”
Malfoy could only swoon at the thought of being her first
experience. Holding her leg graciously, he grabbed the wall and paused
only to let a wicked smile cross his face before shoving his dick
inside her moist tunnel.
The spry sorceress let out a small gasp of astonishment as her
cherry was taken, but nothing more while he slid in all the way to the
hilt. Instead, she focused not on the slight pain, but on the much more
pressing need of assimilating as much information on this forbidden act
as possible. Emboldened, she placed her hands atop Draco’s shoulders,
trying to push back against his thrusts in reciprocation.
“Daddy said I’d be sure to get a boyfriend if I dressed like
that…” Luna quipped aloud, smiling as her nipples began to harden
from the rapid contact with her lover’s chest.
Malfoy said nothing as he continued to fuck her frail form,
overwhelmed by the sensation of his member being enveloped in such
exquisite silk. He already knew he’d chosen the best pick of the lot,
and there would be *much* more to do once he was satisfied.
***
“Please…” Hermione groaned pathetically as her panties were
stripped away. “Don’t make me…”
“It’s too late now!” Crabbe chortled, undoing her bra and stuffing
it casually into a pocket. “You shouldn’t of crossed us…”
“No…” she pleaded, feeling the cool air begin to caress her
sizeable breasts. Goyle had bent down and parted her legs, peering with
undue interest at a sight not often beheld by students’ eyes — the
full, proud, pubic bush so common among muggle-borns. Intrigued, he
allowed his nose to sink into the floral cloud and inhale deeply the
scent of her honey. The enfeebled teenager cringed, but not nearly
enough to shake him off.
Instead, driven manic with lust, the hulking Slytherin stood up to
brandish an impressively large member. Hermione moaned as it began to
prod her vaginal lips, but offered no other resistance, knowing her
defilement was nigh. As the crown passed through her vice-like opening,
she shuddered, each tremble increasing in intensity as the shaft
invaded and stretched her vice-like hole. Finally completely within her
depths, Goyle looked down to his partner’s haggard face and smiled.
While Miss Granger had no maidenhead to impede his process, she had
been a virgin up until the massive phallus had bottomed out next to her
womb. Most of the Gryffindor girls had some way to tame their sexual
frustrations — most notably Lavender Brown’s recent crusade to cheer
Firenze up by staying after class and offering her loins to him. Padma
and Pavarti Patil were also well-known for sharing the same bed when no
boys were available to satisfy them. And, of course, there was Ginny
always offering her flesh up to older boys.
Hermione, however, was far too involved with her schoolwork and
constant mystery-solving with Harry and Ron to acquire a relationship.
As a direct result, she was by far the most frequent masturbator in the
entire house. Between lessons, she would sneak up to her room and climb
under the covers before rubbing herself to orgasmic glory. Her showers
in the Tower’s basement were always late in the morning, when there was
more privacy to give her intimate parts special attention.
Because of the incalculable intrusions her fingers had made into
the wet recess between her legs, (sometimes clutching a warm, vibrating
wand) the bushy-haired teenager had long since eroded away the symbol
of her chastity. Goyle had absolutely no idea of this, however, and
began pumping his frazzled mate with near-exhaustive vigor.
Trying to force his unwelcome penis out with her vaginal muscles
only served to increase the sensations, and eventually Hermione simply
fell limp, moaning each time her cervix was brushed by the bulbous
head. Her eyes fluttered closed to slits, and mind was nearly at the
point of unconsciousness to sit out the ravaging of her body when she
was rudely jerked back to cognizance by a sudden pressure on her butt.
“Oh, God… don’t!” she yelped loudly, but far too late. Her cry of
surprise served only to notify the room’s other members that Crabbe was
about to help himself to her rear passage. Hermione clenched her
sphincter tight, but was no match for the intruding brute. With an
exasperated grunt, she felt a second thick rod virtually split her
behind in two, sliding far inside her bowels.
***
Neville had wanted to bed Ginny Weasley ever since she had first
sidled up to his house’s table four years ago. That he had not only
been able to hold out so long for his first time, but also that she
still retained such a remarkably tight tunnel greatly surprised the
klutzy boy. All the same, he was not in any condition to hold out
forever, and the sight of his friend getting double-tapped just a short
distance away was too much to resist.
“Oh, man, Ginny…” he groaned, boldly giving not a whit of warning
that her slit was about to be inundated with creamy spunk. She had long
since stopped complaining about what was going on, and actually seemed
to be enjoying it somewhat now. Her skin was glistening with a fresh
coat of sweat even in such a damp setting, and the tiny nubs capping
her boobs were flushed and hard. Neville could almost swear her hips
were beginning to roll with him in time with each wheezing pant as her
nether opening opened and closed to welcome his pulsating erection.
He felt sorry to leave her hanging by exploding so soon, but it
couldn’t be helped. With an exhilarative shout, he grabbed his girl
even closer, squeezing the delicate, hanging bumps as he erupted in her
now-sopping pussy. Ginny seemed to quickly realize that she was being
inseminated for the first time ever, and started softly sobbing as each
load splashed gleefully inside her uterus.
As the wizardring world distrusted any muggle-made prophylactics,
the youngest Weasley had always been careful to instruct her lovers to
pull out at the crucial moment, willingly tolerating a helping of
greasy sperm in her pubes if it meant not studying for O.W.Ls next year
with a child growing inside her belly. Now, Ginny could feel nature’s
fire burning within, and a last regret that she had not even been able
to get off herself.
Exhausted and distressed, the slender witch fell back down on the
floor, taking great, heaving breaths as Neville continued to pump her
sopping box with his cock acting as an excellent stopper to ensure not
a drop of cum escaped her snatch. In a last-ditch effort to make up for
the egregious assault he’d just committed, Longbottom turned her over
once he finished ejaculating, not wishing to befoul her seraphic
genitals by allowing them to rest on the dirty ground.
Ginny willingly opened her mouth to receive his tongue just as his
softening member once again found its home in her twat. Soon, their
oral cavities were a mess of mingled saliva as fluids and flesh were
swapped in each other’s mouth. Becoming more and more turned on with
each passing second, the budding female threw her final worries to the
wind, allowing a gentle hand to make way down to her starving vee.
Even as Neville continued to thrust his flaccid prick into Ginny’s
gooey opening, the horny sorceress started frigging her clit right in
front of him, desperately seeking the orgasm which had just eluded her.
In her agitated state, coupled with the finesse of a practiced touch
and Neville’s vain attempts at more sex, the nerve endings in her
exposed privates lit up instantly. Engulfed in climactic halo, she
amorously grabbed his head and pressed it to her bosom, tears of
happiness streaming down both cheeks from the satisfaction.
***
“Aaaah, this is nice, Draco!” Luna soughed delightedly as the
Slytherin male continued to assail her with rough intercourse. The
sound of their privates slapping together was blatantly clear to all
present, even the two groggy teens who had just gotten their own rocks
off. Malfoy was more than a little bit concerned with Miss Lovegood’s
apparent stamina. He had been poking her dainty for close to ten
minutes, and she showed no sign of being close to the knee-buckler he
had expected from such a passion-deprived magician.
She was still graciously receiving every inch of his penis, even
though he would have forced it up her inviting hole were she kicking
and screaming in protest. Unable to see the conjoining of their organs,
Draco knew that her pink lips must have already turned a good shade of
crimson from the relentless pummeling he was inflicting. The thought of
marking his conquest so thoroughly, both inside and out, was enough to
give him a further boost of strength if only to dominate this foolish
Ravenclaw girl. He was determined to make her come first.
Contrary to everything he had so far strove for in this little
escapade — degrading the little upstarts who thought to even try and
resist Lord Voldemort’s increasing influence, Draco began to stimulate
Luna in every conceivable way possible. His hands, formerly devoted to
pinning the lithe female to the wall and keep her accepting his dick,
now moved down. One started tracing figure-eights across her chest, the
other feeling up the side of her slim rear end.
Luna took kindly to the additional attention straight away,
grinning broadly as all of her sacred areas were deliciously probed and
caressed. She responded instantly, blushing and breaking out in a coat
of perspiration to better facilitate their sliding forms. Draco almost
found himself moving in to kiss her, but stopped before she realized
it, and instead placed his mouth close by her ear.
“You’re fucking terrific…” he snarled in a fragile whisper. “I’m
going to bang you whenever I want now… won’t stand to share a piece
of arse like this with the rest of the commoners!”
“Ooh, a boyfriend!” she replied excitedly, resting her head on his
neck in a touching display of affection. “I knew listening to daddy
would mean good things…”
***
While Luna and Draco held out, Hermione was still being shafted,
both literally and figuratively. She was in the air now, supported only
by the two throbbing pistons of flesh that were alternately engorging
each of her unused orifices. “Uhhhnnn…” she moaned woozily, Goyle
pumping her quim so fast that both her thighs and pubic mound were
thoroughly drenched with love juices. “It’s so… *much*!”
Each of her captors took particular pride in the remark, knowing
they were well-hung enough to cause females from the other Hogwarts
houses to scamper away with a protective hand over their vaginas. Not
only that, but they were currently responsible for catapulting Harry
Potter’s squeeze into the adult sexual world. Thus invigorated, the two
began to pump their frail prize even harder.
A long, drawn-out sigh of approval signified that Miss Granger was
finally seeing another side to the intimate act. As Crabbe repeatedly
slammed his crotch into her butt, Goyle had to adjust stroke to
compensate for the additional force, finally directing his slick pole
to rub against Hermione’s previously forgotten clitoris.
“No… not there…!” she thought hurriedly, abashed at feeling
excited from what began as an assault. “If he does that, I’ll…”
She never got the chance to wonder what would have happened had he
brought her to orgasm, for no sooner did the notion cross her mind than
Goyle grunted hard, spraying her innards with his seed. Caught totally
off-guard, the spurts of warmth barely registered in her consciousness
until the climax was over, the selfish Syltherin sliding out with a
felicitous smirk.
Hermione had a good mind to tell him off for so rudely refusing her
even the courtesy of pulling out, but Crabbe had other ideas. Before
she could even speak, or think of covering up the sticky mess seeping
from her womb, he turned her to the wall and pushed forward with all
his might, pinning her there while his own dick pulsed and spasmed
mightily.
With barely enough time to put her hands up and brace herself, the
defiled student could only squirm as more hot cream entered her body,
this time well inside her rear. She tried tightening her worn muscles
against the white flow, but it was to no avail. The spunk continued to
pour into her backside, Crabbe gleefully pounding her ass as he came.
Exiting her depths without fanfare, the Slytherin male simply
panted in exasperation, covering up and joining his comrade a few feet
away. Hermione staggered, acutely aware everyone could see the cum
leaking from both holes. Too frazzled to actually do anything about it,
though, she slunk to the floor, sweaty and panting.
She immediately noticed Ron staring at her exposed privates, and
gave a flattered smile at the realization that he really enjoyed
looking at her body. Emboldened by what had just happened to her, and
fondly recalling the fleeting moment when she thought he might bring
her to a carnal explosion, Hermione allowed her legs to fall open,
revealing the warm, inviting gash that she wanted him to have. She gave
a gentle giggle as she did, giddy from the multitudinous sexual sights
and sounds surrounding her.
Having so far been left out of the afternoon’s proceedings, Ron
started off directly towards his bushy-haired crush with a glaze of
lust in his eyes. It pained him a bit to have watched the despoiling,
but this would be his chance to make her right again with the tender,
loving pace of someone she cared for. He was determined to bring her
the gratification she so deserved.
Millicent Bulstrode would have none of that, however. She had been
waiting for just this moment, and fancied nothing greater than bursting
in on the scene just as the two lovers began contemplating taking
matters into their own hands. As Weasley made the first step, she
pulled on the hood of his robes and stopped him dead in his tracks.
Surprised, Ron turned about, only to notice the bulky woman wasn’t
staring at him, but Hermione!
She seemed pleased patient to wait until the Gryffindor female
finally looked up at her, then let a smile of exquisite cruelty escape
from her lips. Granger looked up quizzically, and cold horror swept
over her face at what Ron’s captor wanted. Bulstrode calmly pointed her
wand once at Hermione, then again at her own crotch, licking her lips
in an acute display of lust.
***
Aghast, Hermione watched as the large Slytherin directed her prey
to undress her so that she, too, could enjoy the same liberties her
comrades were taking. Both females had their gazes fixed on poor Ron
when a sudden rasp of passion flowed from Luna’s lips.
The blonde teenager threw her head back, eyes closed to near-slits
as orgasm rippled through every inch of her loins. Foolishly amorous
towards the boy who very well would have raped her had she not been so
willing, Luna hugged her lover even harder, shuddering as each of his
thrusts made her vaginal tunnel quiver with rapture. Those that were
looking (even Crabbe and Goyle managed to glance over exhaustedly)
couldn’t help noticing the Ravenclaw girl’s sudden explosion,
especially the profuse leaking from her reddened slit.
Draco let loose a victorious grunt and then began fucking Miss
Lovegood with all his energy, slamming the petite girl so hard her wet
buttocks made slapping sounds against the chambers’ stone walls.
Although he was trying not to get too emotional and let his guard down,
the titillating brushing of Luna’s pert nipples against his chest was
becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. Throwing caution to the
wind, he pulled her close to his body as the first spurts of semen
rippled up his cock.
“Oh my…” she moaned breathlessly, resting her head on his neck.
“It’s so *warm*, Draco!”
“Yeah, that’s it…” Malfoy snarled, returning to his former self
the moment his partner became all lovey-dovey again. “Take it all!”
Whipping a hand between their grinding bodies, he grasped hold of one
of the blonde’s sweaty breasts and squeezed hard, bewildered to find
Luna erupt in a pleasurable cry instead of painful retreat as he had
expected.
Although not at all displeased in the act, Harry’s nemesis was more
than a little taken aback by how easygoing she had been with the whole
thing, and wanted very much to finish up as soon as possible. Slamming
her delicate quim with a few more vicious thrusts, Draco sneered as he
pulled out of her, leaving the poor adolescent gasping in midair for
someone to cuddle with. Even as her sopping hole poured out mixed male
and female juices, the svelte teenager reached out for her lover one
final time as she dropped slowly to the ground.
Luna found herself more tired than she could ever imagine as the
slick cylinder sloshed out of her dainty passage. In the wake of such a
spectacular orgasm, her entire body seemed spent and worn — even her
lungs ached from screaming so hard. As slumber took her, Malfoy knelt
down and spread the passed-out teenager’s legs wide open so that any
voyeurs could see proof of his defiling. It was quite a sight to see a
pussy leaking his cum that had been pristine only a short while ago,
even if it didn’t belong the prissy mudblood.
“Not bad at all…” Draco remarked slyly, standing up to stuff his
wilted member back inside his robes. He knew Luna was a little dotty,
but even *she* was ladylike enough to be a little embarrassed upon
waking up and realizing a whole bunch of people had enjoyed a long look
up her slimy cooze. With that fond thought, he turned around, anxious
to watch Weasley’s humiliation.
***
He had expected to see Millicent enthusiastically riding Ron, her
generous bulk oppressively slamming onto his prone form, but what
instead greeted his eyes was an oddly curious display of frazzled lust.
Bulstrode was seated against the wall, cloak and legs open gaily to
reveal a furry snatch that he would think about stooping to shag only
after consuming an unhealthy amount of butterbeer. Hermione was flat on
her belly right there, lapping at the hairy box with grudging volition.
Draco managed to stifle a chuckle at his companion’s secret desire,
and was, in fact, quite enjoying watching Granger degrade herself. Her
bushy hair bobbed up and down frantically as its master went to work,
drawing her tongue up and down the wet crack and occasionally stabbing
deep within for a taste of Millicent’s pink insides. Hermione tried to
conceal her expression of utter contempt for this act, but did not
manage to fool the watching Malfoy, which served to only humiliate her
further. This was far worse than giving a blowjob — which she had no
doubt she would be performing ere the end of the ordeal, but the ease
in which her inexperienced ministrations gratified the plump student
was certainly disturbing.
Laughing jovially, the sly blonde male began watching with intense
interest, making Hermione’s heart race as her mind pondered what he was
planning on doing to her. Her tongue began moving in an uncontrolled
frenzy, furiously thrusting inside Bulstrode’s pussy and eliciting
screams of delight from the rotund lesbian. Just out of the corner of
her eye, however, she noticed Draco’s gaze shifting from her face back
towards her exposed rear. It was mortifying to have no choice but to
let him look at her cum-streaked ass, but the only way out seemed to be
bringing Millicent off as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, Hermione discovered what had caught her onlooker’s
attention. With a gentle “Sorry, ‘Mione…” she felt a hard shaft once
again sheath itself in her dainty front passage, sliding in with little
effort thanks to the copious amount of man-lubricant already deposited
there. She arched her back and groaned, trying to pull away for only a
second before realizing it was Ron’s voice and humbly submitting.
“I’m sorry it had to be like this…” she thought lamentably,
gritting her teeth and closing her eyes to ride out the filling
pressure that was repeatedly entering and exiting her feminine chamber.
Bulstrode did not allow this long, and once realizing her sapphic lover
had been stolen away by a man immediately grabbed the back of her
mate’s head and stuffed it back between her legs. She couldn’t care
less if the two Gryffindors went at it the rest of the day, as long as
she got her own in the very near future.
Thinking along the same lines, Hermione went all out. Propping
herself on hands and knees to provide Ron a better angle for
lovemaking, she positioned her delicate fingers near the gaping quim in
front of her, preparing to take care of Millicent once and for all. As
the large girl moaned from reintroduction of the fleshy probe, her
erogenous soughs reached new peaks when a small army of tender digits
began to massage and stimulate every inch of her vagina.
Hermione lashed out at the other female’s crotch with vicious
energy, fingertips gliding across Millicent’s fat vulva and gooey hole.
When the sizeable woman started to tremble and quake with approaching
orgasm, she seized the jugular and began flicking the clitoris with
careless ease, receiving instant feedback in the form of an acute,
boisterous yelp of pleasure.
Only a few seconds later, the brunette discovered another of her
homosexual partner’s secrets. Bulstrode came hard, her sopping gash
squirting upwards into the surprised bookworm’s face. Determined to
complete her task, however, Hermione endured, continuing to lick and
poke until Millicent was but a quivering, satiated mass against the
wall. Her face and frizzy locks were completely drenched in scented
juices, but such concerns were already fading quickly away. She became
aware of the cock still jabbing her fertile womb, and finally allowed
herself to smile.
Ron had been vividly watching his girlfriend performing oral sex,
trying not to blow his was before she could at least feel something.
Now that Millicent was safely out of commission, he could go for broke.
Without any regard for the victimized girl’s ravaged passage, which
only too recently had been stretched wide by Goyle’s sizeable member,
he plunged into Hermione at nearly double the pace, slapping his thighs
against her behind loud enough to send her careening into a world of
bliss as her womanhood was properly stimulated for the first time.
Already their delirious intercourse was going noticed…
***
Ginny had been lying motionless for some time now, the sweat on her
body cooling most uncomfortably. She dared not attract attention to
herself, though, or risk getting screwed again by one of the three
Slytherins who would simply love to have their way with a young
redhead. Lolling her head to the side under Neville, who had thankfully
passed out soon after filling her up with cum, she watched her brother
lose his virginity, and couldn’t help but feel a twang of happiness at
the sight of the two lovebirds finally get together.
Her peace turned out to be short-lived, however. Crabbe and Goyle
roused at the sound of Hermione getting stuffed once again, quickly
peering around for a unoccupied maiden. Ginny and Luna were in close
proximity, and the only available candidates. With a audible gulp,
Virginia Weasley caught them approaching her and let out a weak sigh of
utter defeat.
Crabbe became her next mate, rolling Neville off with nary a bit of
effort. She guessed he was still dreaming about what had just
transpired, and really couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t his fault that
they were made to couple, and he *had* really enjoyed her most gracious
gift. Ginny would really have rather Longbottom crammed her twat again
than this ugly brute, but knew it was not meant to be.
He dragged her over to Dumbledore’s desk, depositing the naked
teenager at its base like a cord of firewood. Then, accompanied by
Goyle’s eagerness, the two rapidly cleared the table of the
Headmaster’s assorted odds and trinkets. Now with ample space to fuck
the two young women silly, the pair bent both Luna and Weasley over the
edge on opposite sides, feeling up their proud butts as the two
adolescents came face to face.
“Hi!” Lovegood proclaimed cheerfully, still looking a little tired.
Ginny was more haggard and worn than her comrade but still astonished
at the brunette’s nonchalant attitude, as if unaware there was a boy
with a very large penis behind her about to ram his shaft home in her
dripping box. “Well…” she continued thoughtfully. “I’ve never even
thought about it until now, but *we* might as well enjoy ourselves.”
And, before Ron’s sister could even father a response to the odd
statement, she found herself unconsciously parting her mouth to tango
with Luna’s tongue, swallowed in a daze of confusion as she made out
with the Ravenclaw female. Finally understanding what was going on,
Ginny made a motion to draw away, but Crabbe was holding her fast.
“Oh, come on…” Luna insisted, pressing her lips once again to
Miss Weasley’s. “They’re starting…”
Sure enough, Ginny immediately felt something hard and strong
pressing into the cleft that none had dared yet enter. She had
foolishly assumed that he would want a go at her used, but still
extremely inviting snatch, and was greatly alarmed to discover her
folly. As Crabbe hammered his dick inside her ass with just his own
seminal lubricant, she could only grip the sides of the wooden support
in earnest and hope to ride out this new abasement. In a desperate
attempt to draw her mind away from the anal pounding, the limber
fourth-year leaned forward as far as she could, this time thrusting her
own tongue into Luna’s oral cavity.
***
Ron was dimly aware someone was buggering his little sister, but
the warm vice gripping his prick was more than enough distraction to
keep the knowledge out of his mind. Hermione was reveling in the feel
of a loving cock in her slick hole, actually meeting his thrusts as he
slammed forward with all possible force.
Lost in feeling for the girl he’d long been infatuated with, the
redhead leaned forward, holding her legs open wider so he could see his
thick pole come into contact with her warm mound. She seemed to like
the amorous gesture very much, cooing most delightedly. Spurred on, Ron
started to kiss the nape of her neck as he continued to make love,
letting one hand drift around his partner’s body to cup the magnificent
breasts that had been the subject of his wet dreams since first
arriving at Hogwarts.
Hermione purred as he expressed his love for her, then even louder
as her nipples were excited by the unsophisticated adolescent’s
fumbling hands. Already her body was afire with gratification, and she
knew it would be difficulty to hold out much longer.
“I can’t… much longer…” Ron groaned, pausing for a second
before resuming the intimate dance.
“It’s all right, Ron…” Hermione returned gently, cheeks red and
flushed from the beaming expression on her face.
The male Gryffindor let out a sputtering grunt, and then proceeded
to spasm wildly, driving her easily to the brink of eruption. She let
out a rasp of passion as well, panting as her feminine tunnel gripped
his manhood firmly to coax the life-giving seed out. The two tensed
dramatically, Ron embracing his girl securely as his last bit of
strength gave out. With another virile utterance, he nestled himself in
as deeply as he pleased, jerking uncontrollably as his balls emptied a
load of spunk.
Hermione shrieked jubilantly as she came, feeling the familiar
sensation of her own flooding wetness along with the uniquely new one
she had only discovered that day — hot, greasy, ropes of sperm
shooting into her previously virginal uterus. The flames in her crotch
eventually died down as their pace slowed, and she managed to keep her
wobbly knees locked long enough to ensure that Ron was finished before
collapsing to the stone floor, gasping sharply as the loving rod was
pulled out of her quim.
“A splendid show, Granger!” Draco cheered sarcastically from his
new perch atop Dumbledore’s chair. “Almost makes me really want to
leave you alone this time. But, I think I’ll imbibe anyway… just for
old times’ sake…” Grinning deviously, he pulled a flap of his
garments aside, revealing a fresh erection for her to take care of.
As she rose to fellate Malfoy, Ron reached over and caressed her
smooth thighs, murmuring a groggy profanity.
“Don’t worry…” the cherubic female offered back in a whisper,
bending down and giving him a long, loving smooch. “After today, you’ll
be the only one who can have me…”
***
Ginny was still dealing with a man penetrating her most unfamiliar
area, though, and such luxuries as hope seemed a long way off. She
couldn’t help clenching her buttocks together as Crabbe helped himself
to her anal passage, knowing that it was only serving to enhance his
pleasure. Still heatedly making out with Luna, the youthful teen was
only somewhat aware of the pummeling going on behind her.
Lovegood, on the other hand, seemed to have adopted a strangely
blas?ttitude towards an unwelcome stranger having dirty sex with her.
Having watched as Draco took her cherry, Ginny was reasonably sure that
Luna was as chaste back there as she was, and was at a loss to explain
her friend’s blithe unconcern.
“You’re really good at this…” the golden-haired young lady
commented warmly, ceasing the tongue-dueling with Ginny to peck her
quickly on the lips. “Maybe we can… you know, get together… when
this is all over…”
Shocked by the girl’s candor, Ginny at once realized what she was
doing, and that there was a world outside of the Slytherins’
debaucherous gang-rape that she would eventually have to return to.
Abashed, she quickly drew back from her puzzled mate and folded her
arms across her chest to conceal her boobs, content to simply endure
the rest of the intercourse.
“Maybe I came on too hard…” Luna pondered idly, holding the sides
of the table as Ginny had done before to steady herself. Her thoughts
were cut short just as crisply, however, as Goyle started to fuck her
extra hard, making a plethora of manly noises as he shot the
youngster’s bowels full of semen. “Oooh… there it goes!” she
announced, not missing a beat.
“Uhhh… what?” the embarrassed redhead asked quizzically,
stiffening right afterwards as Crabbe slammed all the way in, nearly
driving the hilt through worn sphincter. Finished as well, he slid out
of her anus and grabbed his tool in a zealous fashion, energetically
stroking himself over Ginny’s doubled-over form. Thankful that he was
at least refraining from spoiling her innards, she let her head sink to
the ground so Luna couldn’t catch the expression of utter revulsion.
Decorating her backside with white goo, the hulking male blasted
his hot cream all over Ginny’s flesh. Most landed wetly on her bottom,
but a few arced upwards high enough to splatter innocently on her back
and shoulders. Sensing the greasy fluid seeping into her skin caused a
shudder of disgust to ripple through the teenager’s battered frame.
Exhausted, she leaned to the side and sunk towards the floor, hearing a
similar thud as Luna joined her a moment afterwards.
“Here, let me clean you up…” the Ravenclaw witch offered, and the
youngest Weasley could already hear her crawling over…
***
“You know what to do, mudblood…” Draco cackled, clutching a tuft
of Hermione’s hair just as she knelt down in front of him. Annoyed, but
far from hurt, she simply accepted the treatment, opening wide to allow
his stiffness to pass between her succulent lips. Malfoy moaned
uncharacteristically as his shaft was caressed by the defiled girl,
catching himself only after she had already taken most of the meat
inside her mouth. More angry at himself than anything for losing
command of the situation, he pulled her head even further onto his
cock, grunting as the head plunger even deeper.
Hermione struggled at first to prevent him from fucking her throat,
but just as soon acquiesced. He was much stronger than she was, of
course, and also had a wand held ready in one hand. With great
reluctance, the shy girl relaxed her gullet and let him proceed, nearly
choking just to oblige the long cylinder. Thus affirmed of control,
Draco yanked her thick mane violently, shoving his tool inside hard
enough to force the shapely Gryffindor’s cheeks to bulge outwards in
weak protest.
“I knew you’d be good at this…” he snarled, back to his old self
upon seeing Hermione’s muffled pleas for him to ease back. He did
nothing of the sort, however, instead continuing to feed her his wicked
instrument and cast his gaze around the room to try and find more ways
of rejuvenating the orgy. All three of his henchmen appeared to be too
depleted to participate any longer, but Luna and Ginny appeared to have
discovered something between the two of them that was rather
titillating.
The brunette’s request to cleanse her redheaded friend’s privates
had apparently gone uncontested, for the lithe sorceress had thrown
aside all pretenses of resisting the charms of another woman. Ginny was
sitting astride Luna, gleefully pressing her sparse muff against a most
pleasurable of surfaces. Miss Lovegood was darting her tiny tongue all
along her mate’s erogenous zones, seemingly content to merely bring
pleasure to another while her own girlhood went unfulfilled. With a
shout and shudder, Molly Weasley’s only daughter let her eyes flutter
closed, mouth open in ecstasy as she poured sweet honey out all over
her first female lover.
“Good show, Ginny!” Malfoy snickered with obvious glee towards the
mayhem his little scheme had set into motion. “Now, go make that pretty
mouth of yours useful and suck your brother off…”
The crimson-haired teenager gaped in horror at his suggestion, the
afterglow of her orgasm quickly souring. Turning to him, she spat back
a look of explicit incredulity. Draco said nothing at first, and simply
drew Hermione’s hair away from the side of her face to Ginny could see
a good deal of the lewd union. “Do it, or you’ll be next…”
Quickly chastened by the thought of giving head to the domineering
tyrant, she immediately obeyed and sped over to where Ron lay, her
pussy dripping sensually the entire trip. “I hope he doesn’t get any
ideas…” she wondered, taking only a moment to lay on her stomach
between her brother’s legs before slurping on his flaccid spike.
“Ginny… don’t…” the logy male broke in quickly, stirring at
once upon realizing there was a willing female at his crotch and the
perfumed scent below could only have come from one person. “Don’t
listen to him…”
“Oh, hush!” she snapped back, consuming his entire length for a
second before pulling away, watching in satisfaction as it grew
substantially from the treatment and tasting just a hint of the
feminine musk that she had come to know from Luna’s body. “If I have to
do it, it might as well be with you!”
Groaning in resignation, Ron allowed his little sibling to suckle
his manhood, resisting the urge to force her head down as Draco had
done to increase the building ecstasy. His reward for letting Ginny
take her time and adjust to performing the intimate act was an even
greater pleasure than Malfoy could hope to coerce from an unwilling
Hermione.
“Wow, he’s big…” she thought to herself, keeping one hand wrapped
firmly around the base to keep him from moving as she went down on his
mighty staff. “It’s more than Michael’s!” Ginny had taken care of her
old boyfriend orally for some time before letting him screw her, and
was experienced enough to know what to do. The coating of warm sperm
and Hermione’s wetness took some getting used to, as she had never
offered to let the Corner boy finish in her mouth, but Ron’s larger
size in comparison to her last fling was even more surprising!
“You’ve been holding out on me…” she whispered seductively,
taking only a quick break to give him a loving top-to-bottom lick. He
breathed in precipitously, and almost went to chastise her again for
enjoying this act, forbidden above all that had took place over the
course of the day, but the angelic baby blue eyes staring back at him
stilled his voice. With a satisfying murmur, Ginny kissed the head of
his prick and resumed her skilled ministrations.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was more or less primed to erupt from the extreme
friction of Hermione’s pharynx exciting his bulging member. She was
still emitting dampened sobs as he rammed her esophagus, but luckily
had not long left to endure. Just as her eyes began to bulge from the
effort it was taking to respire, Draco grimaced and wrapped a second
arm around her neck.
A voluminous load of semen began to deluge Miss Granger’s throat,
and she furiously made an effort to swallow it all as he held his cock
firmly inside her. When Hermione started to show signs of choking,
though, he yanked his spasming peter out. Precisely when she thought
the ordeal was over at last, the evil Slytherin impelled on her one
last abasement, smearing white goo all over her face before letting her
slide away.
“Can’t even swallow proper!” he teased relentlessly, squeezing his
shaft to let the last bits of cum splash onto her hair. “You could
learn a lesson from those two!”
Indeed, Ginny Weasley was putting on an excellent demonstration, at
least for those alert enough to be watching. She continued to bob her
head up and down, all the while oblivious to the thoughts racing
through her brother’s head.
“Uhh… I can’t… resist…” Ron gulped, caressing his familial
partner’s maroon locks. Ginny beamed as she kept on going, anticipating
the imminent influx of hot spunk about burst out. That merest gesture
sent Ron over the brink instantly, forcing him to shoot wads of greasy
cum down his sister’s willing throat. She complied as best as she
could, pulling away and continuing to whack his bulging shaft when the
white cream proved too much to handle. The remainder of her brother’s
seed splashed harmlessly on her lips and cheeks, glistening for only a
moment before the eager redhead licked it off herself.
“You were… the best, Ginny…” Ron panted, rubbing her chest
affectionately as she curled on top of him. He was just pondering if
she would let him fuck her to return the favor when the familiar sound
of an alohamora spell being incanted informed the room’s occupants that
the revelry was finally over.
***
“It seems I’ve underestimated you, Malfoy…” Professor Umbridge
drawled, stepping over the threshold into Dumbledore’s former office.
Draco instantly stood up and re-tied his robes, worried that he’d let
the shenanigans get out of hand by participating in them himself. One
of his hands was still firmly gripping a wand, though, and the elder
woman was satisfied in his mastery of the situation.
“For once, you have bought me enough time alone with Mister Potter
and learn the whereabouts of Sirius Black.” she continued, trying very
hard to hide how pleased she was with herself. “Though I must say that
he was quite resistant to my own sorcery. I had to draw upon the aid of
another one of your lot, who was thankfully very susceptible to
suggestion…”
Umbridge stepped aside of the doorway, and allowed both of her
charges to saunter in. Both looked completely stoned, although Harry
radiated a queer sense of strength even through the drugged haze. Cho
Chang, however, couldn’t keep from constantly smiling and pawing at
him. She was clearly out of her gourd, and every slightest movement
allowed her cloak to sway open to reveal the source of her bubbly
demeanor.
The oriental girl was completely nude under that first layer of
clothing, and a thin dribble of semen was dripping down each of her
thighs. Harry’s stuporous expression now made perfect sense to Ron and
Hermione, who were both saddened that he had betrayed the Order for
sex, even if it was under duress.
“Well, I see you’ve made *constructive* use of your time…”
Umbridge went on with a hint of a snicker. “I assume Snape has seen to
teaching you how to obliviate, correct?”
“Yes, Professor!” Draco chimed in, furiously motioning behind him
for his three cohorts to rise and look important. “I’ll make sure
everything is taken care of.”
“Excellent.” she replied dryly. “There is a lot of work to be done
today. And oh…” she trained off, suddenly turning her nose at
something in the air. “Please do something about the smell in here.
It’s a bit… unprofessional for a Grand Inquisitor, don’t you think?”

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