Fantasy

Fantasy

The Switch (Edited & Reposted)

INTRODUCTION: My apologies for all the errors. I hadn’t actually meant to post it when I did. I was still editing when I accidentally posted it. I have been having some computer difficulties. I thank almost everyone for their comments (The exception being the people using stories to post comments looking for chicks? Really! Does that even work??) I am almost done with Chapter 2 (which has some nice twists in it that I hope you’ll like) but stopped to clean up Chapter 1 a little and repost it. I hope that this one is easier to read. Thanks again to all who read and those who commented.
THE SWITCH – CHAPTER ONE
Jessica sat in her room, knuckles white from squeezing the crap out of the small statue she held in her hand. It was the only thing she received from her grandmother’s estate. In fact, it was the only thing she had ever gotten from her mom’s side of the family at all. She barely remembered her grandmother and yet she had made it a point that this little Tiki looking statue go to her granddaughter. It fit perfectly in her hand and she would squeeze it when she got angry. Somehow she always seemed to feel better afterwards. She was so mad at Ryan, her step brother, that she wanted to scream. Their Parents (Jessica’s Father & Ryan’s Mother) were celebrating their one year anniversary and taking a long four day weekend at a vineyard in Northern California, leaving the two of them alone. Their parents left Ryan in charge even though Jessica was two months older, Ryan was the “Responsible One” they said. More like a boring, ass-kissing, frucking Boy Scout oOne, if you asked her. She knew it was a school night and there was no going out on school nights. Those were the rules. No exceptions! Seriously though! Who would know? Their parents were gone and if he didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser.
Ryan, the little goody-two-shoes, said he would tell if she went out. God! she hated living here. Jessica loved the house. I mean what’s not to love right! The house was huge, swimming pool, game room, home theatre! Great neighborhood! It was the people she couldn’t stand. Her Dad marrying “that woman”. She seemed nice enough and was very pretty. She had a good Job as a Nurse. She wasn’t actually mean but, she never let Jessica get away with anything. It was just that Jessica was used to her previous life, where she was allowed to do what ever she wanted for the most part. Her dad had to work long ours to support them. When he was home, Jessica was “Daddy’s Little Girl” and could do no wrong. Even if she did get into trouble, it was never anything that a smile and some dimples couldn’t get her out of. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Don’t even mention having to move to a different school and make new friends. It took her all year to find and infiltrate the “A list” at her new school. Now to be told she could go out with her friends? Jessica was fit to be tied! She had watched enough CSI shows to know she’d never get away with killing him. They always get caught and with her olive complexion she would look horrible in one of the orange jump suits. She had to figure out something. She had tried everything. She even went as far as offering to set him up with one of her girlfriends. He said no! Seriously, her and her friends were easily four of the hottest girls in school and he said no. She figured he must be gay! There could be no other explanation! Jessica figured she would wait till after dinner and then she would try one more time to convince Ryan to let her go out with her friends.
Ryan was in the kitchen making dinner and muttering to himself. “What a selfish, self centered Bitch! She had no respect for their parents or this house.” The only reason they had the house in the first place was because of the lawsuit from the wrongful death of Ryan’s dad. He was a fireman and when his station responded to a structural fire at a local manufacturing plant, they had no idea that the company had not been disposing of their waste chemicals but merely stockpiling them in the basement until business picked up and they could resume having their waste disposed of properly. No one expected the fire and the fire department had no idea the amount of combustibles that were under them when they entered the building. They place went up like a roman candle taking the lives of two fireman in the process. Ryan’s father was one of them. He would gladly trade everything to have his father back. Even if for only one day.
Jessica’s mother ran off when she was just a baby. Apparently, she was a party girl and felt she was too young when she got pregnant with Jessica, So, she left her with her dad and was never heard from again. Ryan was almost 11 when his father died, It was the day before his 11th birthday, Ryan felt sorry for Jessica at times for not having a mother, but that was no excuse for treating her mother like the hired help in her own house.
Ryan had a good, strong relationship with his mother. He talked to her about everything. He had learned that if he did his chores without being told, got good grades, obeyed his mother rules without argument that he was had earned her trust. Ryan was no Boy Scout mind you! Ok! Well technically he was a Boy Scout, when he was younger. But he had also earned a few new merit badges for partying, carousing and just plain old mischief that they never had in the scouts. As long as he told his mother that he was going to a party, and if there was drinking, he had no curfew so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink and drive. He could also call his mother if he needed a ride. Any time of the night from anywhere and he would never be in trouble. Jessica used manipulation and deceit to get what she wanted and mom would catch her in her lies.
When dinner was ready, Ryan called up to Jessica and began to place the food on the table. When Ryan was younger he and his mom used to cook together when she was home. Sometimes they would spend all day cooking so that way they always had food ready for the rest of the week and as he got older they would take turns cooking. Each of them trying to surprise the other with some new or exotic culinary dish. Tonight he made a nice salad with walnuts and dried cranberries followed by the main course of angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini with garlic bread. Nothing too fancy but it was one of Jessica’s favorites! Ok! Maybe he was hoping that this would ease some of the tension from earlier.
Jessica finished washing up and came down stairs for dinner. She immediately noticed that that Ryan had made one of her favorites. She gave a little huff to herself but apparently it was loud enough for Ryan to hear because he raised one eyebrow to her as she sat down. She was still plenty mad at him and wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking that his pathetic attempt at a peace offering was going to work on her. Jessica finished first, rinsed hear plate and placed it in the dishwasher without a word and headed up stairs to her room. Ryan heard her door slam shut.
Ryan had just finished wiping down the table and started the dishwasher when Jessica appeared and judging from her attire she was planning on going out whether she got in trouble or not. Ryan didn’t say a word. He just removed the dish towel from his shoulder and hung it up, walked passed her without so much as looking at her, and turned on the TV. You could feel the tension radiating from every pore of Jessica’s body. Her face became calm and she looked at Ryan with that air of superiority look that he had seen many times before at school, from her and her little “click” of friends, that they would direct at other students and lately she would direct it towards his mother. Jessica’s voice matched her glare to a tee. Obviously something she spent countless hours perfecting. “I am leaving” was all she said. That crap didn’t work with Ryan. He wasn’t about to take the bait. Jessica grabbed the door knob and was about to turn it to leave, when she stopped. She glared at him and spoke again. Aren’t you going to stop me or say anything? Ryan just looked at her calmly and said: “Nope! It’s your choice. I’m not your father and you are aware of the consequences” and just resumed his channel surfing.
Jessica reached into her pocket, squeezing her statue as the anger bubble up inside her. She opened her mouth and blurted the first thing that came to mind. You know, things were better before you and your mom came into our lives! That was it! The last straw! Ryan had had enough! He hated to loose his cool like this. To him anger was emotion over intelligence and usually he was smarter than to allow himself to be pulled down to her level. Please don’t let me stop you from leaving! He shouted to her! That’s when all hell broke loose. Both of them shouting at each other and Jessica dropping the “F” bomb like every third word out of her mouth. As the yelling escalated, the tighter Jessica squeezed the statue in her pocket! The tighter she would squeeze it, the hotter it got, which only help to fuel her own anger. It got to the point were both of them were screaming at the top their lungs at each other, faces beat red with fists clenched tightly. It seemed to go on endlessly, even though it was only for a couple of minutes. Just when their anger seemed to peak, they both seemed to finish their tirade with the exact same sentence! “I wish for once you could see things from my perspective “ As soon as the words left Jessica’s mouth the statue felt as if it was on fire! She released it immediately and it fell to the floor. As it struck the floor, the power went out in the entire house which was immediately followed by a blinding flash of light. Both Ryan and Jessica were knocked off their feet and then everything went dark………..
Ryan woke up feeling as though he’d been hit by a train. All the electricity in the house was out so, he had no idea how long he was unconscious, He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out. Between the pain and the stars he was seeing, he found it difficult to get his bearings. He tried to make his way to the basement. and got turned around a few times and had to double back. Finally, he found the fuse box, ALL the breakers were triggered. So, one by one, he started to reset each breaker. When he finally flipped the last one he heard a scream from upstairs. Ryan panicked and broke out in a run. The scream he heard did not sound like Jessica. Which could only mean that there was someone else in the house? Ryan bounded up the stairs, down the hall and abruptly came to a halt in the Living Room. There would have been nothing that could have compared the shocked look upon his face with the sole exception of the shocked look on the person that now stood before him. Which was himself!!
Jessica woke up when the TV came on. She had one hell of a headache. She felt like she had a hangover with the memory of the good time. She placed her hand on the fireplace to steady herself as she tried to stand. She put her other hand on the mantle and pulled herself upright. The clocks were all flashing so she had no idea how long she was out. Jessica turned to look at herself in the mirror, then looked behind her and then back at the mirror and screamed. She then pinched herself and slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up. She heard the crash of a door followed by running footsteps down the hall. She turned to face the hall that the footsteps were emanating from, and that’s when she went from shock to horror. As she saw herself round the corner and come skidding to a stop directly before her. Doppelganger was the last though Jessica had before passing out.
Ryan glanced at the mirror and saw Jessica’s reflection and not his own right before he saw himself falling and possibly hitting the fireplace, without thinking he sprung forward in an attempt to catch himself before he fell. He got there in time but neglected to take into account that Jessica’s body was not strong enough to lift his own and they both fell backwards onto the carpet. Ryan tried to move himself onto the couch, mumbling to himself the whole time that either Jessica needed to workout more or he needed to lose weight. Trying to move his 6’2” 205 lb. frame with Jessica 5’6” and maybe 115 lb. body was a bitch!
Ryan went into the bathroom grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it. He went into the medicine cabinet and took out the aspirin. He grabbed two for Jessica and two for himself, which he took immediately, He also got some smelling salts,
Ryan went back down stairs and placed the wash cloth on Jessica‘s head, which was actually his head and he did it with his hands which were really Jessica’s!!! This is just way to freaky he thought to himself. I should be wigging out right now or at least passed out next to Jessica, or myself or whatever. Ryan went through most or the house and set the clocks to the correct time and then went back to check on Jessica.
On his way back he stepped on something! Dam that hurt, he thought to himself while rubbing his foot. Wow, Jessica skin is really soft! Ryan’s feet were pretty rough compared to Jessica’s. Being from Southern California he spent a lot of time outside and at the beach, surfing or playing volleyball where you can’t help but get thick skinned. Ryan reached down and retrieved the item from the floor. It was about 3” long and maybe ¾ in diameter little statue that kind of reminded him of the ones he read about on Easter Island. Funny he had never seen it before so he placed it on the end table to avoid stepping on it again. Jessica was still out so he broke open the smelling salts and waved it under her/his nose.
Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin when she inhaled the ammonia smell. The first words out of her mouth were, of course, “What the fuck is going on here?” Jessica was getting more panicked with each passing moment. Ryan, unsure of what to say at this moment, saw the tears welling in her eyes, actually, it was his eyes and he was having a difficult time himself not freaking out. He made a mental note to himself to make sure he didn’t cry in front of anyone. He was hoping that it was just Jessica’s mannerism on his body that made him kind of wimpy. Not a good look for him. Ryan pulled Jessica into him, hugging her and rocking her while gently caressing her head. Ryan pulled a tissue off the end table and handed it to Jessica who took it and started dabbing her eyes with it. As her sobs slowed she said “I must look like a raccoon” and blew here nose. Ryan just said “she looked handsome and that luckily he wasn’t wearing mascara today.” Jessica gave him a light smack on his shoulder; Ryan could actually feel her smiling.
After about ten minutes, Ryan suggested that they get some sleep, it was almost 1:30 in the morning and they had school tomorrow. They were both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jessica tried to argue with him but she lacked the strength and conviction to put up much of a fight. As they walked up stairs, it suddenly occurred to Jessica to ask about the sleeping arrangements. Ryan thought about it for a few moments then suggested that he sleep in her room and she sleep in his. That way if we wake up in our own beds then we would know if we switched back. If not, then nothings changed and we can try to figure out what happened and why with clearer heads. “I don’t know about you” Ryan said. “But I still have a headache.” Jessica nodded in agreement as Ryan helped her to his room. He pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a large soft t-shirt for her to sleep in, Ryan said goodnight and left his room and headed for Jessica’s room.
Jessica was too tired to even think about what happen today. She could barely keep her eyes open. She just stripped off her clothes put on the shorts and shirt Ryan had set out for her and flopped on the bed without even shutting off the light. She had only one fleeting thought as she got comfortable, Boy this bed is comfortable. She would have to sweet talk her Dad into getting her one of these, and then she was asleep.
Ryan walked into Jessica’s room and flipped on the light. Holy Crap! He muttered out loud to himself. The Room was a mess. I appeared that Jessica had tried on several outfits before deciding on the one what he now had on. Each previously outfit that was deemed unworthy was discarded hap-hazzardly on the floor. Ryan was in no mood to deal with this right now so he just flipped off the light and started peeling off clothes. He figured he would just go “commando“, which he usually did in the summer anyway. Everything was fine until he tried to take off the bra. Now it’s one thing to take a girls bra off of her when you were making out. He had done it many times before. Taking one off you was proving to be much more difficult and dangerous than he expected, He fell over twice trying to reach up behind himself with his hand while twisting his upper body. Fed up, Ryan walked across the hall to ask Jessica for help seeing that the light was still on. Jessica? Could you….” was all he got out. He saw himself passed out on the bed. He went over and covered her with a blanket and turned off the light. Ryan, frustrated at this point just pulled the shoulder straps off and slid the bra over his hips and he grabbed the underwear as he passed in one swoop and tossed then on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He crawled into bed and lay on his back and closed his eyes.
After the bra debauchery, Ryan found his mind wandering. The implications of what happened were just known beginning to sink in. He tried to recall all the movies he had seen where they traded bodies. Most were stupid and very unbelievable! Although Ryan had to admit that he found them quite believable now!! There had to be at least a dozen of them. Most with father and sons or mother’s and daughter’s changing places He recalled that one with Rob Snyder, although the title escaped him. He was 15 when he saw it then and remembered thinking what he would do in that situation. Ryan had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl, to be able to have multiple orgasms! When he was 15 it was not uncommon for him the Jack-off 3-4 times a day! If he could’ve had multiple orgasms back then, he doubted he would have ever left his room. EVER!! Now he had more self control than when he was 15 but his fantasy was just as alluring as ever. Even more so now that something, which was so far out of the realm of possibilities, was now at his very finger tips.
Ryan was literally shaking just thinking about touching Jessica’s body, which he now occupied. To feel what a woman feels! He was actually starting to freak himself out. Ryan had only though about Jessica’s body and her looks once and that was the first time he met her almost 2 years ago. She was Hot! But once he found out what a stuck-up brat she was, it turned him off completely! It wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood what the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” meant. Ryan based all his views of women on his observations of his mother. Charlotte, his mother, was a beautiful woman both inside and out. Ryan just assumed that beauty was created inside a person and radiated outward. That beauty was a reflection of the type of person they were, which made everything they did seem beautiful. A balanced of beauty, grace and harmony within one’s self. That was the main reason why Ryan rarely ever dated. He had yet to find someone with that balance that he was looking for. There were girls that he was friends with that had inner beauty but saw themselves as flawed or unattractive, it was their own insecurities that made them less attractive. Not their perceived outward appearance.
Ryan calmed himself and slowly lowered his hands to her breasts. His own excitement and anticipation was causing sensory overload. For no sooner had his fingertips touch her nipples that her body shuddered with what he could only assume was his first orgasm. He couldn’t decide which he was enjoying more? Was it the feel of her nipples between his fingertips or the feel of his soft fingers playing with her nipples? He released her nipple from his left hand and trailed is fingers down between her breasts, down over her stomach. He was panting softly as he stopped just above her mound. She had her pubic hair trimmed short in a long narrow landing strip. His toes were curling with anticipation. Ryan took his middle finger and placed at the very bottom of her slit and pushed in ever so gentry. As soon as he did that, he felt a small trickle of fluid run down between his cheeks. “Oh My God!” Ryan gasped. With all the new sensations he was having, he hadn’t realized that he was soaking wet. He brought his finger to his lips and he tasted himself. It tasted sweet with a slight tang to it. He had performed oral sex before; in fact he quite enjoyed it. There was nothing like the feeling he got from giving a girl multiple orgasms. Like snow flakes, no two tasted alike.
Ryan move his finger back to the bottom of her labia and gently eased up her slit. His right hand still gently tweaking and pinching her right nipple. As his finger drew nearer to her clit, Ryan used a little more pressure sinking in a little farther and gave a slight flick to her clit as his finger slid over it. That was all it took. His hips raised up instinctively causing even more pressure. His body convulsed and shook uncontrollably as he felt like he was being electrocuted with pure pleasure. It wasn’t until now that he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. Between his lungs gasping for air and his body still twitching from the orgasm, he felt as though he might pass out. Ryan just lay their catching his breath.
Holly Shit! He thought to himself, this was better than he had ever imagined and he hoped he was just getting started. Ryan definitely wanted to figure out what had caused this bizarre phenomenon but, all sense of urgency was gone. He definitely needed time to explore this further. There was a large wet spot beneath him but, he didn’t care. He just rolled over to one side and closed his eyes and actually fell asleep smiling.
To be Continued…………

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Fantasy

I know what you need

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her hips the first time I saw her. She had come to the office for an interview. I followed her into my office and I enjoyed the sway as we walked. We both sat down much to my disappointment. I could have asked her ass the interview questions and I wouldn’t have minded if it didn’t answer any. I found her breasts an adequate distraction from my thoughts about her ass.
I stumbled around with my interview questions as I tried to keep my eyes from wandering to her cleavage. She came off as fairly assertive but it seemed that there was something else lurking behind those dark brown eyes. I wouldn’t find out for another 6 months about her desire to be sexually submissive and her history with submitting.
My loyalties and my drive were questioned by the home office, so I was showed the door. But I enjoyed watching her move around the office for those 6 months. Tall with full breasts that she was not afraid to promote from time to time with a low cut blouse. She knew the power of her body to catch mens’ eyes. She invested heavily in tight jeans that would utilize her junk-in-the-trunk to maximum effect. I could see the other guys heads turning almost involuntarily when she went to the copy machine or the break room. It seems the guys were mesmerized by her sweet, curvy ass as much as I still am.
Upon finding out about my imminent exit from the company my coworkers organized a quick going away party for me at a nearby restaurant. As the evening lingered on I found myself sitting across from Reyna and wondering about how those breasts would feel cupped in my hands. How her big were her nipples. What shade were they? Did she like them pinched hard?
Soon it was just the two of us in the booth and the candor that comes mixed in the bottom of the third shooter of Jameson’s whiskey began to work its spell. She lowered her voice (more lowered her head – that third Jameson’s also has the effect of thinking you are lowering your voice when you are really just making a physical gesture akin to telling a secret) and she said “I really like you.” I looked at her unsure of what level of “like” she might be going to. “I mean I really like you” she said as her brown eyes cut deeply into mine. She squeezed my thigh for emphasis. “I really like you too” I replied. She paused for several moments. We talked a while longer. The conversation veered into the risqu?She told me about how she had lived in New York and had a relationship with a man who had made her his sex slave. She described it as the most intense sexual experience of her life. He would tease her for days on end and not let her cum while she serviced his every sexually whim.
Let me tell you more about my gorgeous submissive. She is of Korean, Greek, and unknown Caucasian American decent. She is about 5’10” tall with long wavy black hair. As I mentioned before, she has an ass that doesn’t stop . Full breasts – d cups. Olive skin, dark brown eyes, and a beautiful mouth with colorful full lips. Her heritage gives her an exotic look that grabs guys’ attention quickly.
We reached a break in the conversation and she excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned I stood to let her back into the booth. She pressed close to me and rubbed her tits on my arm as she looked into my eyes for a reaction. I smiled as I felt my reaction straining at the front of my pants. After a few more minutes I reached a resolution in my mind: I had not been in a dominant/submissive relationship before but I thought I was very willing to give it a try – especially with one so eager and so hot. It was late on a Friday night and I was formulating a plan for the weekend. She was leaning forward on the table. I reached under the table and found the bottom of her right breast. I cupped it. Then I surprised her – and myself a little. I grabbed the underwire on the bottom of her bra and gave it a sharp tug upward. This freed her breast under her shirt. I grabbed her breast again. This time I could feel the heft of it. I squeezed hard and looked at the shock in her eyes. “Meet me at Dillard’s department store parking lot on Lincoln Avenue tomorrow at 3p.m. and wear that short skirt you sometimes where in the office. You know – the black one. We are going shoe shopping” I told her. “I would also like you to wear something low cut. We need to get these babies some air.” I squeezed her tit and ran my finger across her nipple. She seemed speechless. She nodded agreement. “Good. Then it is all set.” With that I gave her nipple a tweak and walked out of the restaurant.
The following day was a beautiful, blue-sky summer day. I awoke with anticipation for what was to come. I considered jerking off in the shower, but decided I would wait. I had difficulty keeping my mind occupied until our meeting. I arrived at the store parking lot right at 3 p.m. She was waiting there in her car. I walked to her car door and stood and looked at her. She opened the door and stepped out. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing the skirt I had told her to wear and a low cut blouse that showed a great deal of cleavage. “Hi” she said with a nervous laugh. “Hello” I responded. “What do you have on under that skirt?” I asked. “A pink thong” she replied with a hint of pride. “Take it off” I instructed her. “But,bu…” she sputtered. “Take it off” I told her. “Right now? Here in the parking lot?” she asked as she looked around the parking lot for other activity. “Yes, right here and now” I told her. She took another quick glance around the parking lot and then hiked up her skirt and hitched her thumbs around the waist band of the thong. She bent over as she pulled it down to her ankles. As she bent over I slipped my hand under the back hem of her skirt and put it firmly between her thighs. I slid my hand up until it met the slippery sweetness of her pussy. She paused while holding her thong around her ankles. I slid my index finger back and forth across her pussy lips and then across her asshole. I could feel the anticipation and nervousness quivering through her thighs as I stroked her. I pulled my hand out and let her continue removing her thong. She turned to hand me her thong. Her face was flushed from bending over, but also from me feeling her sweet spot. I took her thong from her and tucked it in my pocket. I took her arm and we proceeded into the store. I located the shoe department on a store map and we began walking that way. I took the opportunity to check out her lovely breasts as we walked. The giggled and danced a little under her loose, low-cut blouse. She noticed my stares and blushed a little.
When we arrived at the shoe department everything was as I had planned. The same young man was there from the previous week when I had stopped in men’s shoes to buy a new pair of dress shoes. This guy was having to cover the men’s and ladies shoe departments by himself on Saturday afternoons apparently. He was a bit bookish looking. A computer nerd who was trying to be cool. Hoping to get laid at some point, but probably spending his nights alone with his internet connection and his right hand to help him through. I imagine if I would have looked closely I would have seen the muscles of his right forearm bulging from nightly workouts. He could probably be a very decent looking young man if someone would spend a little time with him.
We approached the chairs in the ladies shoe area and I pointed to a set of chairs that faced toward the back of the department. “Can I help you find something?” The young man said as he approached us. His nametag said “Mark”. “Well Mark, This beautiful lady needs some shoes” I told him. “Great, do you have anything particular in mind?” he asked. I deferred to Reyna: “What do you like?” I asked. She thought a moment and then started telling Mark what she wanted. “Do you know your size?” Mark asked her. “You should probably check” I told him. He grabbed his sizing board and knelt at Reyna’s feet. I could see him glance quickly at her bare legs. He was very business-like as he tried to assess her foot size. I reached my hand between Reyna’s thighs and tapped lightly inside each as an indication for her to spread her legs a bit. She caught on quickly and spread her legs. This movement caused Mark to lose his read on the board. He began to look up and ask Reyna to hold her foot still. As he did I could tell he caught a good glimpse up her skirt. Her cheeks reddened. I couldn’t tell how far he saw, but he diligently continued his head motion upward to meet her eyes. Color began to rise in his cheeks so I could tell he at least got to see most of her thighs if not more. “OK, let me go get a few pairs to start with” Mark said as he turned and disappeared into the back room.
As he disappeared I reached over and cupped Reyna’s left breast in my hand and squeezed. “You look very hot today, slave” I told her. Her eyebrows raised as the word “slave” registered in her mind. I could feel her heart begin to race as I held her breast and pinched her nipple through her bra. “Stand up” I commanded. She stood. “Now pull your skirt up more” I instructed her. She pulled it up two inches. “More” I insisted. She pulled up even more. “OK, now hold it and sit down” I told her. She did as I told her. I knelt in front of her to see if we had accomplished my desired effect. “Now keep your legs spread more” I said. When I looked now it was as if she might not have been wearing anything at all. If Mark had eyes, and he did, he couldn’t help but see all of her lovely pussy when he knelt to help her try on her shoes. Mark returned and pulled a pair or strappy, high-heeled shoes from a box. He knelt in front of Reyna and undid the strap. Then he glanced at her legs. This time he paused as his eyes passed over Reyna’s legs and crotch. More color rose in his cheeks as he tried to look away. He tried to look just at Reyna’s feet or the floor – anything else. But he couldn’t help himself for long. Soon he was stealing another glance at her crotch. Then he looked at her. She smiled at him. He looked at me. I smiled at him. He glanced back down at her crotch and then tried to do the buckle on the strap on her shoe as his hands trembled. “Easy there big guy” I said to him. His hands continued to shake as his face grew a little more flushed. Finally he was able to secure the buckle around the back of Reyna’s ankle. She extended her leg in front of him so she could see how the shoe looked on her foot. Doing so spread her legs even a little more as she nearly rested her calf on Marks bent knee. He got a good long look as she looked at the shoe. “I think need the other one on” she said. Mark grabbed the other show from the box. The poor guys hands continue to shake, but he seemed to be getting bolder in his glances at Reyna’s pink box. I shocked them both by reaching between Reyna’s leg and rubbing my hand across her sweet cunt. Mark stared. Reyna’s initial reaction was to resist and try to pull her thighs together. “Spread ‘em” I said as I looked deep into her eyes. She resisted a moment more and then spread her thighs far apart. I continued to rub her pussy as Mark watched. Her pussy began to get very wet. She closed her eyes. “Do you want to try?” I asked Mark. He was stunned at first. He stammered a little. “You don’t get these chances twice in a lifetime” I prodded him. I hot chick with her legs spread and nothing on. Come on.” He moved forward and placed his hand on her thigh. I moved my hand away. He hesitated again and then cupped his hand over her mound. He began to move his whole hand over her pussy. The curls of her black pubic hair sprouted between his fingers. I reached over and grabbed Reyna’s left breast again. Her heart was pounding as Mark explored different ways to touch her and I pinched and squeezed her tits. Mark got his courage up and inserted his middle finger into Reyna. She gasped a little. He began moving his finger in and out of her. Then he inserted a second finger and continued to move in and out of her. After several minutes of this I decided it might be time for a quick anatomy lesson for Mark. I showed him Reyna’s clit and told him to rub that with his other hand as he finger fucked her. Mark began to rub her clit as I had showed him. Reyna was approaching climax. Then we all heard other customers approaching Mark’s department. Mark pulled his hands away and I told Reyna to straighten up a little. Mark excused himself to help the other customers. We told him we would return again. I could see the disappointment in his eyes as we quickly left the shoe department. We did return again, but that is another story.
Reyna and I returned to the parking lot and approached my car. I held the passenger side door open to my car. She sat down and began to swing her legs into the car. I stopped her and pulled her legs back out. I grabbed her knees and pushed them apart. I told her to touch herself. She began to rub her pussy as I massaged her tits. ‘Who’s tits are these slave?” I asked her. On queue she said “yours master”. “Who’s pussy is that?” I asked. “Your pussy” she replied. “What can I do with that pussy?” I asked her. “Whatever you want” she replied. “That’s right” I said. “And, who’s ass is this?” I said as I moved my hand down to rub her asshole. “Yours master” she whispered. “I didn’t hear you” I said. “Your ass too master” she replied. “Good” I said.”Now, you can cum when I say you can cum and not before. Do you understand?” “Yes” she replied with a satisfied smile. “Good, now lick your fingers clean” I commanded her. She did as told. I stood in front of her door and pulled her face against the crotch of my jeans. I pressed her lips firmly against my swollen cock. “Now if you are a good girl today, I might let you taste this later. Would you like that?” I asked her. “Yes, I would love to taste your cock. “Good, that is my girl. Now you must always do as I say without hesitating or questions. Do you understand?” I asked. “Yes” came her meek reply. “Good, now turn around and lift your skirt and show me your ass. You resisted me and hesitated one too many time in there for me. I need you to do what I say. This is a reminder of what could happen should you not obey me” I told her. She offered up her ass. I slapped her ass cheeks until they began to turn red. After her ass cheeks were sufficiently red I felt her pussy. It was wetter than before. “Did you like that spanking?” I asked her “Yes,very much” she cooed. She was approaching climax again just from a few strokes. I brought her close to the edge of getting off. Then I stopped abruptly. I could tell she wanted desperately to stick her hand between her legs and finish herself off right there in the middle of the parking lot with her ass sticking out the side of my passenger side. She looked to me for permission to get off. I said nothing. She breathed deeply a few times. I could tell she was having trouble getting herself under control. After a few more deep breathes I told her to pull her skirt back down and sit down. I again grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth to the front of my jeans. My cock strained against the fabric between it and her sweet mouth. I wanted to just pull it out and stick it down her throat right there. “Remember, If you are good today, you might get to taste this” I reminded her. I pulled away from her and closed the door on her side. I moved around the back of the car and paused for a moment to make sure I could keep from walking back there and sticking my cock in her mouth. I regained my composure. I got in the car and we headed for a local bar.
We went in to the bar and I told her she needed to flash at least one guy before we left. We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of Jameson’s. I quietly reminded her of her task. She picked a guy and pointed him out to me. I waited for her plan. We had several drinks and I continued to wait for her to flash him. Finally I told her it was time to go. She walked boldly over to where he was sitting. She grabbed her top and pulled it up and exposed her tits to him. The plan was so bold and audacious that hardly anyone noticed except for the guy she flashed and one other guy. Sometimes the easy place to hide something is out in the open. The look of shock on the guys face was priceless. Reyna turned to me with a triumphant smile and we quickly left the bar. We walked to a nearby restaurant. Her assignment in the restaurant was fairly simple. She needed to show the waiter her bare tits before we left also. I was eagerly anticipating how she was going to pull this one off. I complimented her on the bold moves in the bar.
While we considered what to order Reyna undid the top button on her blouse. She was now showing a lot of cleavage. She wanted to get the attention of the waiter right away. When he did take our order he had a difficult time looking away from Reyna’s chest. After we ordered Reyna excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned I noticed she had removed her bra. Her tits were now hanging and swinging freely as she walked. Even when she talked they bounced and giggled happily under the thin fabric of her blouse. When the waiter returned later with our food I looked over at Reyna. She had managed to undo all but the bottom button of her blouse. She leaned forward and maneuvered such that her blouse gapped open and her right breast was plainly visible. The waiter took his time delivering our meal and asked several times if he could get us anything else. He left and Reyna buttoned a few more buttons on her blouse. Needless to say – we received superb service from the wait staff for the rest of the evening. The waiter was very attentive to our every want and sent a few of his bus boy and waiter buddies on site seeing tours by our table. None got the fabulous view the he got, but most got a very decent peek at cleavage or hard nipples.
At dessert I reminded Reyna that her assignment was to expose her breasts to the waiter – not just one breast. She asked if we could trade sides of the table so that she could work the gap trick again. “No” I replied. “You will have to find a different plan”. As the waiter approached our table with the bill Reyna undid all the buttons on her blouse and opened her blouse while facing the waiter. She shook her breasts back and forth and then looked at me for approval. I nodded. The waiter stood with mouth open. Fortunately for us we were in a secluded booth in the restaurant. He took payment and we left the restaurant.
We went to a nearby hotel. I told Reyna to wait in the bar of the hotel lobby. I told her to order herself a drink. I returned a few minutes later and told her she needed to wait 15 minutes and then go to room 815. There she was to strip completely naked and kneel at the door. She was to place the blindfold I was giving her on her eyes and to knock on the door and wait for what was next.
I went to the room and got set-up and waited. A knock came at the door. I looked through the peephole. I could see Reyna’s naked body kneeling in front of the door. Her eyes covered with a blindfold. I decided to make her wait a few minutes in the hall. Then I opened the door and led her in still on her knees. I slapped her ass hard a couple of times. I felt her pussy to make sure she was good and wet. I pinched both of her nipples hard between my fingers. I slapped her ass again. “Open your mouth” I said. I grabbed the back of her head. Reyna had been good. She got to taste my cock. It felt so good as I pushed it deep in her mouth.
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Fantasy

Harry Potter Love You

I did not originally write this story, I found it on a free site and enjoyed it. However there were gaps in the original that needed filling and in my opinion places that needed modifying, and of course the original stopped short. And along with adding chapters of my own, another story or two by the same writer I’ve changed and combined, I think it’s a much better story. Parts may seem a little overboard, but knowing human nature and how women can be very vindicate, I don’t think so. You’ll see. I been to the writer’s web site and checked for more, he hadn’t posted anything in over 5 years. So I began finishing the story. Hope you enjoy my version of “Harry loves You”
WPL
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Part one: The Discovery.
The walls resounded with her quiet screams, as Hermione climaxed. Ron, still pounding relentlessly into her body, had a few more minutes before he would join her.
Hermione was aching and sore, when Ron finally erupted in his own orgasm.
Ron had returned home early that afternoon, from a road trip to Ottawa with the Cannons. He’d greeted her with a deep, intense, almost savage kiss, tasting strongly of Old Ogden’s, pulled her into the bedroom, where he’d stripped off her dress, tossed her onto the bed and plowed right in.
The sex had been brutally hard and fast, more than a little painful, and actually, somewhat enjoyable, though. Ron had enjoyed it more than Hermione had, he does even if she don‘t, which she hated.
As he always did, Ron pulled out of her immediately, and rolled off to lie panting, at her side. He hated the feel of her around him after he came. Says the tip of his cock is too sensitive! Hermione gasped in shock as the cooler air of the room caressed her sweaty skin. She always hated the feeling of loss when he pulled out so abruptly. Ron didn’t seem to care. She hated that, too, but hey, Ron loved her. Surely that was worth putting up with a few inconveniences in their relationship. (Somehow, though, she was the one who usually ceded.)
As Ron lay back he closed his eyes and smirked in satisfaction. Inwardly, he was chanting: ‘I get something Harry, doesn’t!’ over and over.
Hermione watched him grinning nastily, as he began the short slide into unconsciousness. She thought she knew why, but wasn’t certain. “What’s so cool?” She asked, softly slyly, as she absently cast a cleaning charm on both herself and the bed under her. ‘No wet spot tonight!’
“Hmmm?” Ron answered, sleepily. “Oh, nothin’. I just get something Harry wants!” He murmured in a singsong voice.
“Really? What?” Hermione kissed him gently, stroking his brow. Ron wasn’t the only one who could be devious. She was rather put out that Ron would say something so boorish, but she suddenly felt he was hiding something she really needed to hear.
“You.” He murmured, sleepily.
‘Harry wants me?’ Hermione was rather surprised. Not what she expected! In sixth year, Ron had told her that Harry was gay. However, she frequently wondered. He’d never been seen with men, except for the occasional, overly-grainy photograph in The Daly Prophet or some of the other ‘yellow rags’, that could have been any two men.
Mmmhmmm. Keep doing that, woman!”
‘Woman?’ Hermione had to forcibly restrain herself from tearing Ron’s throat out. Fortunately for him, her self-control held. Instead, she continued her probing, she wanted to hear more about Harry. She was an accomplished legilimens, but had long ago shied away from reading the thoughts of her friends. It just wasn’t proper!
“How do you know?” She purred, stroking his hair, now. Ron sighed in pleasure.
“Mmmmm. He’s wanted you for ages.” His words were beginning to slow, as his body relaxed from the strenuous activity of moments before and the alcohol. “He told me, way back in sixth year he wanted you to be his girl. Even gave me a letter to you.”
‘Really?’ “I don’t remember a letter.”
“Eeh! I threw it into the fire. Then I told him you came to me, and said you wanted me and not him!” Ron chuckled nastily in his near-sleep. “Stupid prat bought it, full package!”
Hermione stiffened, in outrage. Then immediately forced her body to relax, she needed to hear more, covering her response by shifting a leg over his.
She continued her gentle interrogation. “Why didn’t he ever say anything?”
“Harry?” He snorted, sleepily. “Harry’s too bloody noble! He knows you belong to me! He’d never even consider poaching!” He yawned, and snuggled down into the pillow. “Pull that quilt up, wouldja?”
Hermione bent and pulled up the heavy comforter, to cover Ron. She regretfully recalled it was the one Harry had bought for them, when they’d moved in together.
“Thanks. He’s like that, y’know. He won’t do shit! Stupid prat!”
Hermione was fuming! How dare Ron do this to Harry…to her! How could he?
Then, another thought struck her. A really nasty one, that she knew would hurt her if she knew the answer was as she expected, but would hurt her far more if she didn’t. She needed to find for sure. She gathered her vaunted Gryffindor courage and asked: “What do your other girls think of it?”
“Hmmm.” Ron answered almost asleep. “They donnow. “…’d kill me for fucking over the great Harry…” He yawned again. “…Potter.” He fell silent, and soon began to snore.
Hermione sat up in the bed, stood and rushed into the bathroom. She cast a silencing charm on the room, bent over the toilet, and vomited. Then she sank down onto the cold tiles, and finally gave vent to the tears of betrayal that had demanded release. Now she knew why Ron never ask her to marry, he never loved her, just used her as his shag toy. ‘Fowl dirty bastard‘ She needed a shower she felt dirty and scrubbed and scrubbed as the tears flowed . The water turned cold, Her body pink almost red from scrubbing, she got out of the shower. And as she dried herself she decided.
Ron, oblivious to her pain, rattled on. “I got something Harry wants” She barely heard as she walked out the door.
Harry Potter sat in the lounge, carefully plucking put a tune on the Mandolin he’d found when he’d returned to Godric’s Hollow. It had been his father’s, bought in an attempt to impress his mother. Needless to say, one cannot be impressed by someone holding a musical instrument unless said person actually knows how to play it.
After the battle that had claimed so many lives, Harry went into seclusion. He’d held himself to blame for the actions of others for so long, it was second nature to him. Rather than glorying in the accolades of the wizarding populace, he’d made a brief statement, and vanished. Less than a dozen knew where he lived.
He’d surveyed the damage done to the cottage, where he lived with his parents, where they died, so long before, and rather than moving into another of his properties to live, decided to rebuild here. Almost a year of hard work, most done by himself, or with the help of his friends, and the cottage was done.
Now, he struck a sour note as someone rang his doorbell. Sighing, he set the mandolin on the sideboard. Stretching, out the kinks in his neck, as he went to the front door. He somehow knew who it would be. Very few were allowed past the wards that protected his home, one especially, the one he longed for.
Harry opened his door to find a very wet and very angry Hermione Granger standing on his porch.
“Hermione! What’s wrong? You’re dripping wet! You must be frozen! You’re shivering! Why didn’t you apparate? You know the wards are keyed to you!”
“I couldn’t, Harry. She growled. “I had to think.”
Harry was stunned. “What’s wrong, luv?”
He stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her in a loving embrace, then guided her into his home. Hermione sighed at his touch, as she normally did, but remained silent as usual too. Harry drew her into the entry hall, where he took her coat and hat, hung them on the rack and had her stand while he pulled off her soaked shoes and socks. He flung them onto the drying grate. Hermione knew Dobby or Winky would take these things and clean them properly, but just now, she was far too angry to care much for the rights of house-elves.
“You and Ron had a row?” Harry asked. He didn’t wait for a reply. “That’s too bad. Listen, why don’t you go in and relax in a hot bath and get into some fresh clothing. I’ll make us some dinner, and then we can talk about what’s wrong.” He hated to see her in pain, if it wouldn’t hurt her more he would kick Ron’s arse, but she was his, sadly.
Harry escorted her up the stairs and gently pushed her towards the suite he always kept ready for her. He kept one for Ron as well, but Ron had never availed himself of the offer. Hermione had, more than a few times, when she and Ron had rowed, or for when she was really lonely, as Ron was on the road a lot with the Cannons. Harry had always been a shoulder for her to cry on, never judging, just always being there. Hermione loved that Harry was always there for her, ready to comfort her, without asking anything in return, now she understood why, not want she had been taking for granted all this time, but something deeper. She had planned to find out if her feelings were right and to rectify the situation if so. She hoped she was right and hadn’t waited too long.
She entered her room and stripped off her sopping clothing, tossing them into the basket by the door. Dobby appeared in front of her, his tiny hands covering his enormous green eyes. She smiled as the house-elf tried to protect her modesty. Kneeling before the diminutive creature, she gently but firmly pulled his hands away.
“Dobby! We’re not even of the same species!” She insisted. “You can look at me naked. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
“Dobby thanks Miss Hermyninny Grangers…” The tiny elf squeaked. “…but Mister Harry Potter sir, tells Dobby that Dobby must never do anything that will make Miss Hermioninny Grangers uncomt…uncomfert…uncomterf…feel odd!”
“Uncomfortable?” Hermione soothed.
“Yes!” Dobby squeaked. “Uncomfterbal! So Dobby hides his eyes! Mistress Narcissa Malfoy would always have Dobby tightly bind his eyes! ‘Twas most uncomfterbal!”
“I can quite imagine it was.” Hermione returned. “Well, I don’t want you to do any such thing, Dobby. I am not Narcissa Malfoy. I assume you have drawn me a bath?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Hermyninny Grangers. Dobby has drawn a bath, for you’s to unlax in. Mister Harry Potter sir, says to tell you, dinner will be along in under an hour. Winky is most put out. Mister Harry Potter sir, is doing the cooking! The master of the house is not supposed to be doing the cooking! That is what we house elves is for!”
Dobby also seemed rather put out by Harry’s actions.
Much to his surprise, Hermione leaned forward and engulfed him in a warm and tender embrace. He resisted for a second or three, but then relaxed into her arms. Shortly, he began to…well, purr…is the closest thing she could liken it to. Several minutes later, Hermione relaxed her embrace and kissed the little elf on the top of his head, and then spoke quietly.
“You are so sweet, Dobby. Will you ask Winky to come see me?”
When Hermione had released the little elf, he nodded rapidly, his overlarge ears flapping as he did, gathered up her wet clothing and popped away. Hermione noticed he no longer made the loud and rather distinctive ‘crack’ he used to.
She smiled indulgently and walked into her bathroom.
Harry had gone all-out building her private bath. She never thought about it before, why Harry had. He’d consulted with her closely and had arranged it just to her liking. She loved her bath.
The room was almost as big as her bedroom. One wall was almost entirely glass, and curved inward over the top so the occupant could watch the sunset, or the night sky. The tub, built in to the wall just below the glass, was large enough for two people to be comfortable, yet not extravagant. At the foot of the tub, there was a much smaller tub, only a foot deep and about one and a half square. It was set below a nicely made seat, and equipped with many small jets so the user could soak and soothe tired feet.
The separate shower stood just to one side of the center of the room, and was rather larger than she was used to, but its shape, a large glassed-in circle with one sliding glass door covering the entrance, required its size. She found it to be quite large enough for three people to shower together. Four, if they were friendly…more if they were very friendly. The shower, and to a slightly lesser extent, the tub, were the main focal points of the room. The toilet and bidet were off to the side, on a raised shelf, partially shielded by a shoulder-high rock wall.
On the exposed side of the wall, a wide countertop with a large oval sink waited. Three fold out mirrors, hung over a separate vanity table, next to it. Behind the mirrors, hid cupboards for medicines or cosmetics. Hermione had her essentials there.
Hidden speakers in the four corners of the room provided gentle music. Just then, they were playing a selection of Andean reed-flutes and accompanied by some sort of shaken rhythm instruments. It sounded like nature herself was singing to her. Harry built this Bath, Her Bath, Just for Her.
Hermione sighed blissfully as she eased herself slowly into the steaming bath. Just as the fragrant water reached her nipples, causing them to pucker tightly, Winky popped into the room, bearing a fine silver-chased crystal goblet, of her favorite red wine.
Like Dobby, she appeared without sound. Hermione wondered if they had been able to do so previously. She would imagine that it was a tiny bit of rebellion against cruel or uncaring masters. Winky handed the glass to Hermione who sipped, savoring the wine with delight. This was truly a wonderful wine, rich, slightly sweet, and flavorful. Just the way she liked it. Harry kept a cellar stocked with wines meant to be drunk, not hoarded.
“Winky greets Miss Hermione Granger. Dobby tells Winky, Miss Hermione Granger wishes to see Winky.”
“Hello, Winky.” She greeted. “That is a lovely dress.” Winky wore a sarong, made from a wrapped length of subtly patterned cloth. Hermione had long grown used to seeing Dobby wearing clothing, but it was only when Harry had formally taken Winky into his household that she wore them without protest. Harry, as master, could dictate to her the uniform of the house. He’d given her several choices as to the types of clothing before accepting her, insisting a household uniform be worn. Together, as a group, they’d hammered out the uniform variations for each season, for both her and Dobby. Any new elves taken in, would also be required to wear the same things. This way, it would be required uniforms, rather than clothing, per se.
Winky lowered her face, flushing brightly and shrugged her shoulders in pleasure at the complement.
Now it was time, “Can you tell me anything about Harry’s girlfriend?” Hermione asked, carefully. “I know so little about her. I’d really like to know what kind of girl she is, if I’m to meet her. I’d like to know what her likes and dislikes are, where she prefers to go to eat, what kind of wine she enjoys, that sort of thing.”
“Miss Hermione Granger…” Winky seemed more than a bit surprised at the request. “Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.” Winky continued in a softer voice: “Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome and inside sad.”
“No girlfriend?” Hermione was shocked. Despite what Ron had told her as to Harry’s sexual orientation, she knew there were thousands of witches, and wizards, out there who would be proud to call Harry their boyfriend, gay or not.
Also, he’d assured them many times, that he was dating this witch or that, even thought Ron always said after Harry left “it was a sham“. The scandal sheets had him picked out as the world’s biggest Casanova, leaving broken hearts behind him in a long trail of tears. Which she never really believed. Ron laughed “Casanova was a raving fairy“
. huh… ‘inside sad??’
“What about the girls Harry bring home?” she ask, not sure she wants an answer.
“Master Harry Potter never bring any girl, you only one who comes here”
Harry never brings any girl here, humm interesting. Just me…. She continues
“I always thought he was rather popular with the ladies. Especially after he killed Voldemort…” Winky interrupted Hermione by yelping in terror and dashing across the room to hide, trembling, behind the rock wall shielding the bidet.
“I’m terribly sorry, Winky.” Hermione stammered an apology for her blunder. “I forget there are those who still don’t say his name. Please come out.”
Winky anxiously peered around the wall, and seeing no identifiable dark lord, sidled out from her hiding place and across the room to Hermione’s side. She looked around, as if seeking the dark lord. Hermione smiled gently.
Hermione knelt in the tub, leaned out and gathered Winky to her in a warm, comforting hug. After a few moments of resistance, the little elf relaxed and cuddled into her, almost purring, much as Dobby had done.
When she felt Winky had relaxed enough, Hermione sat back and continued her gentle interrogation.
“Surely there must be a special girl for Harry.” She prompted gently. “Someone he thinks of? Maybe one whose picture is on his bed table?”
“Oh, no, Miss Hermione Granger!” Winky answered, shaking her head sadly. “They is only pitchurs of you’s, at Master Harry Potter’s bedside!”
“Me?” In a way, Hermione was shocked, pleasantly surprised, but shocked, however also felt a slow warming flow thru her. Had Harry denied himself the pleasure of a woman, because he wanted her, and only her, and would not compromise. She was also extremely pleased, for the same reason. Smiling, she raised the glass to her lips. Maybe there’s still time.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky thinks Master Harry Potter loves miss, but Master Harry Potter is afraid master will ruin you’s love with mister Ronald Wheezy if he…”
she stopped then continued “Winky once heard Master Harry Potter say: “He would cut it off, before he would hurt you two!”
Hermione choked at this. The wine, so smooth a second before, now bit harshly into her unprotected airway. Hermione dropped the crystal goblet into the tub as she coughed violently. Winky immediately began to pound firmly on Hermione’s naked back. When she insisted she would recover, the tiny creature desisted.
Hermione sifted around under the foam, until she found the crystal wine glass. She placed it on the edge of the tub, sighing regretfully at its loss. It had been a very nice wine!
“Is that a bad thing?” Winky questioned, innocently.
If Hermione had been drinking again, she would have choked once more. Turning her head sharply to stare at the elf, she sputtered: “Hell, yes, that would be a bad thing! That would be horrible!”
Winky started, and took a step back fearing Hermione’s reaction. Although the crouch was not nearly as bad as for the Malfoy’s, she’d also been struck in the service of her Dobby’s former master.
Noticing her fear, Hermione spoke softly. “Please, Winky, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I hope you know that. You surprised me”
“Winky knows. Miss was rather odd, until you’s learned the reason for house- elves bondment. Now that you’s understands, you’s is a kind and lovey human.”
“Thank you, Winky. I appreciate that. I also thank both you and Dobby for finally setting me right on that issue. I still don’t think humans were meant to own others, but as you said, if a house elf is not bonded to a person or household, the elf will eventually die of magical depletion.”
“No we doesn’t. We dies ’cause we loses our magic.” Winky corrected.
“I understand, Winky.” Hermione laughed softly. “I said the same thing, but I said it a different way.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to me, Miss Hermione Granger.
“You are quite welcome. Now, back to what we were discussing. Yes, it would be a terrible thing for
Harry to ‘cut it off’, rather than cause me, or Ron unhappyness. You do know what the ‘it’ he was referring to, is, don’t you?”
“Winky is not sure…” She seemed embarrassed, she did notice the cold way miss Hermione said Ron.
“Winky, you and Dobby are mates, right?”
“Oh, yes! We is!” Winky positively glowed with happiness. Hermione grinned at the house elf’s visible happiness.
“Winky if it’s not too personal a question, when you and Dobby make love…” Hermione hesitated at the questioning stare she was getting. “Erm…When you and Dobby mate…” She smiled at the sudden understanding that flashed across Winky’s face. “…well, does he have a ‘something’ that goes inside you?”
“Oh, yes, but ’tis only when we is in season. We is not like you’s. Witches and wizards is in season all the time. Elves is in season only twice in a year. That is when mates is joined, where new elves comes from.”
“OK. When you are in season, Dobby has something he puts into you and that is how elf babies are begun.”
“Yes.” Winky answered. She rocked from one foot to the other. Thinking her tired, Hermione invited her to sit on the edge of the tub. Winky politely refused, but the rocking stopped.
“Well, Winky….” Hermione explained. “…for humans, because we are in season all the time, so you said, the act itself, is quite pleasurable. We enjoy it a great deal. If Harry were to cut his penis off, he would not only be in considerable pain, but he would also deny himself sexual pleasure for the rest of his life. We cannot regrow body parts, I’m afraid.”
Winky got it. “So, Master Harry Potter would instead cause he forever pain before he hurt you’s and mister Ronald Wheezy.”
“That’s about it, I’m afraid. What he doesn’t know, is that tonight, Ron let slip something, without meaning to. Something I hadn’t known. Something he’s hidden from me for several years.”
“That he throwed Master Harry Potter’s letter to you’s into the fire?”
“Yes! How did you know?” Hermione looked at the elf surprisely,
“Dobby saw Master Harry Potter and mister Ronald Wheezy talking that night.” Winky explained. “Dobby saw Master Harry Potter give a letter to mister Ronald Wheezy, and ask him to give it to you’s. Then he saw mister Ronald Wheezy throw it into the fire as soon as Master Harry Potter left, to go to the come and go room. Dobby cast a protecting charm and a make-look charm, on the letter, and as soon as mister Ronald Wheezy left the room, Dobby pulled the letter from the fire. Dobby burned his hands most grievously. Master Headmaster Professor Dumbledore had to give Dobby the whole day off to heal them!”
‘I’m gonna kill Ron!’ She thought angrily. To Winky, she smiled tenderly. “I just found that out, today. Ron was/is jealous of Harry, and so, he began dating me, just to have something Harry didn’t. He’s only ever seen the money Harry has. He never really understood what Harry’s wealth actually cost him.”
“What did Master Harry Potter want?”
“Me”
Winky nodded. Nothing more needed be said. Hermione was furious. Reaching a decision, and with a little change in her plans, she stood in the still hot water, ready to get out of the tub. She had to make this right to Harry. She continued their painful conversation as Winky held out a robe.
“Winky, Ron let something else slip. girl.. fiends. Do you know how many girlfriends does he have?”
“Mister Ronald Wheezy has only one girlfriend.” Winky answered. Hermione wondered if the elf would lie to her, but her thoughts were stilled by Winky’s next words.
“Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas he has only one girlfriend, but he has seventeen other birds on the side, he likes to shag from time to time.”
“WHAT!?!” Hermione shrieked, absolutely enraged! Winky vanished immediately.
Seconds later, a pounding of feet on the stairs sounded, and Harry crashed through the door, wand out and ready!
“Hermione!” Harry instantly turned his head left, then right, searching for the threat to his friend. Seeing nothing, he slowly lowered his wand and turned to find a livid Hermione standing in the tub, clad only in suds, and not many of them. Instantly, he turned his head.
“I heard you scream. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Harry, my love. I’m fine.”
Still keeping his eyes averted, he stammered: “Um…erm…OK. I’ll just go, then.” He turned to the doorway, only to be brought up short by Hermione’s voice.
“Harry? Don’t you like seeing me this way?”
Harry sighed, his head dropped. She could see his shoulders sag “Hermione, have you been drinking? Maybe it’s a good idea for you to go to bed.”
“Harry, I’m stone sober. I’ve just had an epiphany, tonight. Please look at me.”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t, ‘Mione. You know why.”
“It’s because Ron is shagging me, isn’t it?” Harry sort of twitch at Hermione’s uncharacteristic profanity.
“Yes.” He whispered sadly and fled the doorway.
Hermione smiled a pleased smile. ’oh Harry my love are you in for a surprise’
She stepped out of the tub, pulled on the terry robe Winky had dropped, toweled her long brown locks free of water, and then cast a drying charm on her hair.
Once done, she called out: “Winky?”
A fearful Winky appeared. “Yes, Miss Hermione Granger? How may Winky serve you?”
Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to bring her eyes close to those of the frightened house-elf.
“Winky, I’m ever so sorry I startled you. I found out tonight Ron is sleeping with other girls. That was bad enough, but now…well I suspected off and on, over the years, that he had other girls, but I never realized just how many. To a human, it hurts to find the man who says he loves you is having sex with another secretly, but it is insulting in the extreme; to discover that you are only one of a group of women your lover is having sex with. Especially after he’s told you that you are the only one he loves. We call this cheating. It is particularly deceitful. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky understands. Winky would be most angry if Dobby was to take a mate without Winky allowing.”
“You’d allow this?” Hermione asked. With all the research she’d done on house elves, and all she’d learned, she’d never even considered the mating aspects of her diminutive friends’ lives.
“Oh yes. This is proper for house elves. Dobby may take other mates if Winky, as first mate, allows. As first, Winky has the say as who others, Dobby takes as mate.”
“Hmmm.” Hermione hummed, then changed the topic, slightly.
“Winky, some humans tend toward polygamous relationships as well,”
“What’s pol-ig-um…?” Winky trailed off.
Polygamous? Well, that means many mates, like you described with elves. But mostly we just pair off in twos.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to Winky, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“My pleasure. Winky, if Dobby was to tell you that you were the only mate he has, and then you were to find out he has many, how would you feel?”
“Winky would be miserable-sorry, and very angry. Winky might even do Dobby a harm!”
“So, you can see how I feel. Ron has hidden from me, the fact that he has many mates. Likely, he’s also told each of them that she is the only one he loves, as well. I will have nothing more to do with him any further. I don’t particularly enjoy being lied to. Now, I need to talk to Harry. Do you have another robe? This one is wet.”
Winky snapped her fingers and a new robe appeared. Hermione shimmied out of the wet terry, and then donned the dry one.
She knelt before the diminutive elf, and spoke quietly. “I’m going to go downstairs, and try to ease Harry’s mind and try to make up to him. When we leave the kitchen, will you take over cooking whatever he’s making?”
“Winky will do.” Winky nodded her head sharply as if to put paid to that line. Then she added, smiling slyly: “Winky knows Missus Molly Wheezy would not like to hear her Ronald Wheezy would hurt his miss in such a fashion.” With a nasty grin, Winky shifted her eyes to the fireplace In Hermione’s room. “They is floo powder on the mantle.” She gathered up the wet robe and popped away.
Hermione gaped in shock at the devious elf, then grinned wickedly. ‘Note to self: Never hack off a house elf!’
Pointing her wand at the fireplace in her room, Hermione muttered “Incendio!” The flames immediately burst from the grate. Casting a pinch of floo powder into the flames, she called out: “Molly Weasley!”
A few seconds passed, and Molly’s head appeared in the fireplace. “Oh, Hello, Hermione, dear! How are you this evening?”
“I need to talk to you, Molly.” Hermione replied without preamble. “Can you come here for a few minutes?”
“Of course, dear. I see you’re not at home. Are you at Harry’s, then?”
“Yes.” Hermione nodded sadly. ‘what home’
“Very well, dear. Just stand to the side, and I’ll join you straight away.”
Molly came through the floo, in a rush of green flames. Winky instantly appeared to brush her off.
“Hello Winky. Thank you.” Winky curtseyed and vanished. Molly turned to Hermione and seeing the sadness in her face, asked gently: “Did you two have another row?”
Hermione shrugged and said: “Sort of. Would you have a seat, please?”
Molly sat. Hermione was about to call for Winky when she reappeared with a tea service and a plate of biscuits. She set them on the small table, and departed before Hermione could thank her.
“Well, dear, shall I be mother?”
“Please.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” Molly asked kindly as she poured.
“I found out something awful, today.” Hermione began. Even now, her lip was trembling and tears were forming. Molly was instantly concerned. Hermione never cried unless it was particularly serious. If she was weeping, there must be real trouble! Hermione went on.
“Ron and I were making love…or rather I should say, he was shagging me quite thoroughly. When he finished, he fell asleep, smirking and mumble something without realizing it. Just before he drifted off, I asked him what was he smiling about, and he said: “Oh, nothing. I just get something Harry wants!”
Molly gasped that her son would say something so crude to Hermione, but she had been Ron’s mother for far too long to think that he couldn’t. She had also been a mother for long enough to know that that was not the worst of this. And had no idea what Ron had that Harry wanted.
Hermione went on: “I didn’t particularly care for that remark, so I…well, I kind of wormed something out of him. Oh, Molly! He told me that the only reason he asked me to be his girlfriend was because Harry wanted to. In sixth year, Harry had given Ron a note to bring to me, asking me to meet him in the room of requirement, so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and Ron had thrown it into the fire! He told me that he’d told Harry, that I wanted him and not Harry. He told me, when he asked me to be his girl, that Harry was gay!”
“Gay?” Molly was confused. “I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite. Especially when he has time to think about his life. He can actually be rather…”
“Homosexual, Molly. Gay is a current euphemism for someone who is homosexual.” Hermione cleared that up. Molly’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t know Harry is homosexual. Well, he never showed any signs. To think, as long as I’ve known him, I should have seen this…”
“Molly, Harry is not gay.” Hermione interrupted with a bit of asperity. “Ron just said he was to get me to be his girlfriend!”
“Oh, I hardly think Ron would do something like that.” Molly tutted. “Are you sure you’re not just a little bit angry with…”
Winky and Dobby both appeared. Dobby held a folded cloth napkin. He addressed Molly. “Dobby saved this from the fire, Missus Molly Wheezy. Dobby burned his hands badly!” He handed the serviette to Molly, and then they both vanished.
Molly unfolded the napkin to reveal a badly singed envelope with ‘Hermione’ written on it in Harry’s distinctive handwriting. The parchment cracked and flaked as she opened it. She placed it onto the table and carefully extracted the page, and unfolded it.
Dearest Hermione,
Will you please meet me in the Room of
Requirement?
I have to ask you a rather serious question about us.
If you agree, I will be waiting for you
tonight, at nine o’clock.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione finally seeing the letter choked back a sob. ’Oh Harry’
“Oh, my!” Molly sighed. Then she looked up sadly at Hermione. “I didn’t know, dear. Truly, I didn’t.”
“How could you know?” Hermione temporized. “He kept it under his belt very well. It was only by chance that I learned today.” Hermione replied, thankful that Molly believed. She’d need her support.
“I take it, then, that this is not the worst of it?”
“I’m afraid not.” Hermione shook her head, sadly. “I also discovered Ron has a number of other girlfriends.”
“No!” Molly protested vehemently. “No, Ron may be devious.” She shook her head and wagged a finger. “He may even be a bit underhanded, but he’s not like that! He wouldn’t just…”
Molly broke off realizing she was trying to convince herself.
“Winky?” Hermione spoke quietly. Winky appeared.
“Would you tell us exactly what you said you overheard Ron say to Dean Thomas?”
“Winky will.” The little elf replied, nervously, as if fearing Molly’s inevitable upset. “Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas: “Hermione is a love sick bint. She can’t get enough of the Ron-meister! She wants it all the time, she does!”
“Mister Dean Thomas said ‘What about, well you know, when she’s flying the flag? Does she still want to shag?” Molly flushed at the ungracious words.
“Mister Ronald Wheezy said: “Who cares? When she’s flying the bloody flag, I just go and shag one of the others. Hell, I even get some touch on the side, even when she is giving it up! I could shag a new girl every night for half a month without repeats.”
Now, Molly was beginning to boil. Her face was turning red, in both anger and embarrassment, both for herself, and for Hermione. Winky saw the anger in her face, and stammered to a halt, backing a step or two. Molly noticed and immediately tried to set the house-elf at her ease.
“Never mind, Winky. I’m not upset with you, dear. I’m angry with my son. Go on, now, finish it up.” Molly encouraged her, smiling sadly to reassure the house-elf. Winky did.
“Mister Dean Thomas, asked Mister Ronald Wheezy: “You has fifteen girls on the side?” And Mister Ronald Wheezy answered: “Seventeen! Plus Hermione. You see, it’s perfect. You can ask me how many girlfriends I have and I’d be telling the truth. Hermione is my only ‘girlfriend’! The others are just birds I have on the side that I like to shag from time to time! Since I’m on the road all the time, she never finds out!”
Winky took a breath, then went on.
“Mister Dean Thomas told Mister Ronald Wheezy; “I don’t know Ron, it doesn’t seem right, you know, having all those birds in the bushes. Hermione deserves better.” Mister Ronald Wheezy got’s angry then and said: “Shut it, Dean. You got no place to talk. You got Angela and Ramona!” Mister Dean Thomas got’s angry too, and he said: “They know about each other! Hell, we all live together!” Mister Ronald Wheezy told him: “That’s your problem”, then he popped away! After he left, Mister Dean Thomas shook his head and said: “Stupid arse! He doesn’t know what he’s playing at.”
Winky took a few breaths as if reciting her tale had been exhausting. It probably had been. Hermione thanked her and asked her to bring two glasses of the wine she’d spilt before. Winky nodded her head rapidly and popped away, taking the tea service with her. Moments later, she returned, placed two goblets on the table and vanished once more.
Molly sighed. She was furious, but realized Hermione would want to settle this on her own. They sipped the wine for a time.
“Molly, can I count on you to not interfere?” Hermione asked quietly. “I intend to do two things.
First, I am going to make it up to Harry for all the years he’s wanted me, and denied himself, so as not to bruise Ron’s ego. The second thing I’m going for, is revenge!” She grinned unpleasantly as she said the word.
Molly nodded. “Yes, dear. I’ll stay clear, as much as I can. I’ll have a word with Arthur as well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to convince him not to drown that fool boy, straight away! I promise you this, though, we won’t help him. Son or not, Ron has gone too far this time. I’m afraid my boy needs some taking down. Please let me know if you need anything, Hermione. Oh, by the bye, if revenge is your goal, I’d recommend you speak to Ginny. She’s the one to turn to!” Molly smiled, stood and hugged Hermione warmly.
“You are always welcome at the Burrow, dear…Harry too!” She turned and threw a pinch of floo-powder into the fireplace, calling out: “The Burrow!” Seconds later, she vanished in a swirl of green flames.
Happy that she had some allies, or potential allies, at any rate, Hermione smiled. She walked to the bureau and opened her underwear drawer. The first thing she saw was a cute pair of knickers that Harry had bought her as a gag gift. It was meant for a wedding night joke for Ron. She smiled wickedly and put them on.
Now to make up with Harry.

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Fantasy

Daddy Loves His Daughter 1

It was just another summer day. The wife was away, probably screwing some man she had just met, and I was left at home to watch my thirteen year old daughter.
I sighed as I watched my daughter jump over and over again into our pool, each time asking me if the splash she had made was bigger than the one before. I’m a forty-five year old history teacher at the local high school, so I spend the summers home with my daughter while my wife goes off on ‘business trips’. It’s no secret that my wife has many, many affairs. We’re only still married because of the money I have. I refuse to file for divorce, because I will lose all of the money that was entrusted to me.
My parents were rich, and when they passed a year ago, all of their money went right to me. We used a good portion of it to move into the house we live in now. It is gorgeous, but has a lot more space than we need. But my wife fell in love with it, so we bought it. Our backyard, is complete with an in ground pool, and sun bathing chairs, which is where I’ve found myself for the last few days with my daughter.
I looked over at my cell phone as it vibrated on the table next to my chair. My wife was calling me. I rolled my eyes as I ignored the call and settled comfortably back into the chair. It had been a while since my wife and I had been intimate. She was too busy screwing everyone else, and I couldn’t find it in myself to be sexually attracted to her anymore. Don’t get me wrong, my wife is beautiful. But the thought of so many other man being with her, has ruined the sexual desire I used to have for her.
“Daddy, watch this!” My daughter Lee yelled from the diving board.
I watched as she bounced once on the diving board before flinging herself into the pool. Her body plummeted to the bottom of the pool, and the water came splashing out, getting my legs wet. I laughed as she surfaced.
“How was that splash?” She asked.
“The best one yet!” I said. “You even got my legs wet!”
Lee giggled as she surveyed the water that had splashed onto the concrete around the pool. She nodded her head in approval as she pulled herself up the ladder and out of the pool. My breath caught in my throat as I watched my daughter.
She shook her head from side to side to rid her long brown hair of excess water. She turned to face me with a smile, but I couldn’t meet her eyes. Her bathing suit has shifted to the side, exposing her left breast. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Her young breast looked so nice, I just wanted to touch it.
I quickly scolded myself for even thinking something like that, and blamed it on my lack of sexual intimacy that I have been experiencing lately. A breeze whipped past us and I watched as my daughter’s nipple became hard! I couldn’t ignore the sudden tightness in my swim shorts, and quickly pulled a towel over my lap.
What was wrong with me?
“Uh, honey,” I said.
“Yes daddy?” Lee asked, completely oblivious to her bathing suit malfunction.
“Fix your top honey,” I said.
Lee looked down and her face flushed a deep red. “Oh shoot,” She said. “I’m so sorry daddy, I didn’t know.”
“No need to apologize,” I said. “Just be more careful.”
Lee nodded her head and walked away from me and back towards the pool. She swam around a little longer, completely forgetting about her attempts at jumping off the diving board.
Soon the sun began to set, and Lee walked over to me.
“Can I have that towel Daddy?” She asked.
I nodded as I handed her the towel, and the two of us moved back into the house to relax some more.
A little after Lee went to bed, I lay awake in my bed. The vision of my daughter’s breast kept returning to my mind no matter how hard I tried to stop it, and soon I was experiencing another hard-on. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my hand move down to my erection and start stroking it.
I knew it was wrong to get hard from the vision of my daughter’s breast, but I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been hard like this is ages, and it felt good to know I would get a release.
I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee. As I made my way down the hallway, I heard something coming from Lee’s room. I was assuming she was having a bad dream, and walked over to her door. I pushed it open slightly and looked in.
Lee was lying on her back, legs spread wide and I watched as she moved her fingers over her pussy again and again. I felt my cock getting hard. I couldn’t look away as my daughter squirmed around her bed, soft sighs escaping her half parted lips. I watched as her finger ran over her clit and her hips bucked towards her fingers as she moaned. I felt my cock leaking pre cum, and reached down to start jacking off.
In the back of my mind, I knew how wrong this was, but right now all I wanted to do was cum with my little girl. Lee sighed again as her finger continued to glide over her swollen clit. Each time her finger hit the sensitive nub, her body would quiver and she would moan. I grunted as my cock throbbed. Lee was shaking now, her finger rubbing vigorously over her clit, and I knew she was about to cum. I stroked my cock faster, reaching down to rub my balls in my other hand, knowing what was coming next.
Lee moaned again, this time louder than before as shivers over took her body. Watching her cum was all it took for me to start spurting stream after stream of my own cum.
The next morning, I awoke with vivid memories of the night before. I could still see my little girl playing with her pussy until she came, and it didn’t take long for my cock to be rock hard. I was slightly irritated that the thought of my very own daughter was getting me hard, but I blamed it on the fact that I hadn’t had any kind of sexual intimacy in a very long time, and the sight of this young beautiful girl was a really big tease. In my mind, that was okay.
I got out of bed and walked quickly down the hallway and into the bathroom. Once I was finished, and I was no longer hard, I walked over to Lee’s room. I knocked on the door before opening it. Lee was asleep.
I sat on the edge of her bed and shook her shoulder softly.
“Lee, honey,” I said. “Wake up.”
“Mmmm, Daddy I’m still sleepy.”
I felt my cock twitch as the words Mmmm and Daddy escaped her lips. I shook the thought from my head.
“Come on baby girl,” I said. “It’s time for breakfast.”
Lee’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned softly. “Okay Daddy,” She said. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
I nodded my head, content with her answer, and left her room. I took a few deep breaths, making sure I was completely in control of what my cock was trying to do, and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed two bowls, a box of cereal, two spoons, and the container of milk from the fridge, and set them all on the table.
I poured the cereal into both bowls and sat at the table to wait for Lee. A few moments later she walked into the kitchen in her pajama shorts and a small tank top, and I poured milk into our cereal as we began to eat.
“Daddy, can I go swimming after I eat.”
I smiled. “Of course you can,” I said.
Lee’s face lit up. “Thanks Daddy!” She said.
Lee and I ate breakfast, talking amongst ourselves. The air conditioning kicked on, sending a gust of cool air over both our legs. I almost choked on my cereal as I watched Lee’s nipples get hard underneath her tank top. My cock twitched involuntarily as they became harder.
“Baby, why don’t you get changed, and we’ll meet out in the backyard and go swimming.”
Lee nodded. “Okay Daddy,” She said.
Lee hopped up off her chair. She grabbed her cereal bowl and mine and put them in the sink before hugging me. I hugged her back and as she pulled away I felt my hand glide softly over one of her already hard nipples. I watched Lee’s body shiver and my cock sprang to life. Lee pulled away and took a step towards the stairs, but stopped shortly.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with your pants?” She asked.
I looked down and noticed just how visible my hard on was.
“Oh,” I said. “Nothing, honey.”
“Daddy, are you okay?” She asked.
“I’m fine honey, really, nothing is wrong.”
Lee took a step closer to me, unsure of what to do. “Daddy, you don’t have to lie to me,” She said. “If there’s something wrong, you can tell me.”
“Baby, there is nothing for you to worry about,” I said. “I promise.”
“Okay Daddy,” She said. She hugged me again, this time her hand grazed my erection.
“Daddy!” She said. “Why is your lap hard?”
“Lee, I think you should go get changed.”
“But Daddy-“
“Lee!” I said, trying to make my voice sound serious, but the thought of her hand on my cock was not helping.
“No Daddy,” She said. She was adamant to help with this problem she was convincing herself I had. Before I could blink, she grabbed my cock through my pants. My cock throbbed.
“Daddy, I don’t think this is right,” She said. “I’ve sat on your lap a lot of times, and this has never been there.”
I know! I wanted to yell. It’s never happened before!
“Baby, you need to move your hand,” I said.
She looked confused and moved her hand down the length of my cock. Well, I did tell her to move her hand, but that’s not what I had meant! However, it felt so good!
“Daddy, please tell me what’s wrong,” She said.
I wanted to scream. My daughter was convinced that there was something wrong, and she wasn’t going to stop until it was fixed.
“Honey, sometimes this happens to Daddy,” I said, not sure of how I would explain this.
“Well, how do you make it go away?” She asked.
“Well, I uh, I rub it…” God what an awful explanation.
“Like this?” She asked as she moved her hand back up the length of my shaft and down again.
“Oh god yes,” I said without thinking.
Lee smiled, seemingly happy that she was ‘helping’ me.
She continued to rub my hard cock up and down through my basketball shorts. I was leaking pre cum now, and I felt that at any moment I was going to cum.
“Baby, pull down Daddy’s shorts,” I said.
Lee did as I asked, and my cock sprang out from underneath them.
Lee’s blue eyes went wide as she looked at my hard cock. She looked like she wanted to ask a question, but instead she put her hand back on it and continued to jerk me off. I pushed my shorts down a little more.
“Daddy what are those?” She asked as she let a finger trail over my balls.
“Those are Daddy’s balls,” I said, completely forgetting all subtlety.
“Do they hurt too Daddy?” She asked.
I wanted to tell her nothing she was doing was hurting me, however my mind was in a completely different place right now. I nodded.
“Should I rub them too?” She asked.
I nodded again. “But very softly honey.”
Lee nodded, a look of determination on her face. She continued to stroke my cock with her tiny hand and slowly, and very unsurely, she moved her other hand down to my balls and began to rub them softly.
I moaned as Lee unknowingly continued to jerk me off. The site of my daughter stroking my cock was, for an unknown reason, making my cock swell even more, and without warning, I began to spurt stream after stream of cum. It went everywhere. It covered Lee’s hand, landed on my shirt, on my balls, on Lee’s tank top, and one large glob of my cum landed on my daughter’s lip.
I watched as she absent-mindedly licked her lips. “Daddy I’m so sorry!” She said, looking at the mess. “Did I hurt you?”
I tried to control my breathing. “No baby, you did great,” I said. “I feel so much better.”
Lee smiled. “Okay, good,” She said. “But what’s all this stuff.”
How to explain this? “Well, that’s what happens when Daddy feels better.” I said. “It’s my… happiness.”
Lee grinned. “Well it tastes good!” She said.
My cock spit out one last pathetic stream at the sound of her words.
“Well now that you feel better Daddy, I’ll go get changed and we’ll go swimming!”
That night, a thunderstorm hit pretty bad. As long as I can remember, Lee had been terrified of thunder and lightning. She was curled up on the other side of my bed and she was sleeping pretty soundly as of right now. I rolled over onto my side to face her as I felt myself getting tired.
“Daddy,” Lee’s said quietly, scaring me slightly because I thought she was sleeping.
“Yeah, honey?”
“Can I cuddle with you?” She asked. “This storm is scary.”
“Of course you can hon,” I said.
Lee scooted closer to me so that her back was flush against my chest. Soon I heard her snoring softly and smiled, knowing she was comfortably asleep.
Every now and then, through her sleep, she was snuggle closer to me, accidently rubbing her ass against my cock. Needless to say, it didn’t take long before I had another hard on. Now I was stuck.
Lee’s body was flush against mine, and if I moved I would surely wake her, however this hard on wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. Lee snuggled against me again, this time her shorts slid slightly down her ass, exposing the top of her ass crack to me. My cock twitched at the sight.
I was going to move Lee, and if she woke up I would simply tell her I was going to use the bathroom. I rolled her onto her stomach, and quickly regretted the idea. As I rolled her, my cock slipped through the front of my boxers, and was settled comfortable on my daughter’s ass. I was already leaking pre cum and I watched as it dripped onto the top of her ass crack.
I lost control at the precise moment. I slid her shorts down so that they were just below the cheeks of her ass, and I slid my cock between them. The feeling of being between her ass cheeks was phenomenal! I moved slightly, letting my pre cum lube my cock. Soon enough, it was easy for my cock to move up and down between her cheeks.
I had to control myself, I couldn’t afford her waking up. I moved as slowly as I could, overly enjoying the feeling of my cock in my daughters crack. I felt my orgasm building and before I could figure out where I was going to cum, my cock began throbbing as I came all over my daughter’s back and ass.
“Fuck,” I said as I hurried to move off her. I stopped once I was off the bed, to listen, and sure enough she was still snoring softly. How she has slept through that I have no idea.
I hurried to grab a towel from the hall closet and began to clean off my daughter’s back and ass, I carefully pushed her shorts back up and laid back down, before falling asleep.
The next morning Lee and I were lying out back by the pool under the warm sun.
“Daddy,” She said.
“Yeah hon?” I asked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Honey you can ask me anything,” I said. Truth be told, I was planning on having a little conversation of my own with my daughter about how her helping Daddy feel better had to be kept a secret.
“A couple of nights ago, something happened.”
My mind flashed to the site of my baby girl playing with her pussy, but she couldn’t be asking about that.
“What happened sweet heart?”
“Well,” She said, taking a deep breath. “I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but my underwear kept riding up! And I kept moving them, but when I would roll over and try to get comfy they would ride up again, and sometimes it would feel good.” My daughter stopped as she blushed.
My cock was getting hard at the thought of what this story was leading to. She was explaining to me the events that led up to what I saw the other night. I couldn’t believe it.
“It’s okay baby, keep going.”
Lee took another deep breath. “So, uhm, I just took my underwear off all together. And then I was thinking about how it felt good a couple of times when my undies were touching me, and I was wondering why. So I started touching myself down there,” She paused to point down to her pussy. “And at first, I didn’t really feel anything good, and then I would move my fingers over one spot Daddy, and it felt so nice! So I kept doing it, and it was getting really wet, and then something happened…” She paused to look up at me. I was trying to cover my hard on. “My whole body felt really good Daddy, and I thought I peed… But when I checked my blankets after, I didn’t pee, but whatever happened it felt soooo good.”
“Well honey,” I said. “There is nothing wrong with what you did.”
“Really Daddy?” She asked.
I nodded. “Really baby girl.”
She smiled. “Well, I don’t really know much about it… So Daddy, I was wondering if you could teach me.”
My eyes went wide and my cock oozed a big glob of pre cum. “Honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“But Daddy, please?” She begged.
I sighed, there was no way I could teach her how to masturbate. “I’ll think about it,” I said.
Lee squealed. “You’re the best daddy ever!” She said.
“Oh, Lee,” I said. She looked back at me. “Remember when you helped Daddy yesterday?” I asked.
Lee nodded. “Yes Daddy,” She said.
“Well, if Mommy or anyone else found out, they wouldn’t be very happy.”
“Why not Daddy?” She asked.
“Well honey, Daddy would get into a lot of trouble.”
Lee frowned. “Don’t worry daddy, I won’t tell anyone. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
Lee ran off into the pool and began her cannon ball jumps again. I now had a massive boner, and felt a dip in the cool water would do me some good, so I did just that. I walked over to the shallow end of the pool and sat down on one of the bottom steps. The water came up to my chest, and it felt nice.
However, it did not get rid of my boner. Lee saw me sitting in the pool and swam in my direction. She sat on my lap before I had a chance to stop her.
“Daddy, you’re hard again,” She said.
My cock twitched. She hadn’t meant it in a dirty way, remember, she thought it was a problem, like I was sick or something.
I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the other stairs. I was waiting for Lee to swim away, but instead, I felt her small hand move beneath my bathing suit and grab a hold of my cock. She pumped her little fist, faster than last time, up and down up and down. I moaned, and Lee giggled.
“Am I helping Daddy?” She asked.
“God baby, you’re helping so much,” I said, once again without thinking.
I watched Lee push my bathing suit down, and move her hand back to my shaft while the other one moved to my balls. I watched my bathing suit float away.
“Tony?”
My head shot in the direction of the back door. My wife was home.
“Sue!” I said, louder than I wanted. “You’re home early.”
Lee never stopped pumping my cock.
“Yeah,” She said. She slid the back door open. “What are you two doing?” She asked.
I bit back a moan, as lee starting pumping my cock faster. “I’m teaching her how to float,” I said.
I watched my wife, step onto the back deck. Lee gripped my cock tighter as she jerked me off, and started to massage my balls a little more, and that was all it took for me to spurt my seed up into the water.
“Okay,” Sue said. “Well I’m going to go to sleep. I worked hard all weekend.”
I was still cumming as my wife walked away.
Watch out for part 2. 🙂

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Fantasy

The Wrath of Gaia pt 2

So I have decided to post a few more parts, and if the reviews are lack luster, I will end it there. For the time being, I will try to post a new part every other day so as to give myself time to write them out. I would also like to point out since this will be brought up that I will not stay historically accurate with the gods abilities, so if you are going to complain about that, please know that you have been fair warned.

Fantasy

Home Schooling

As I pulled into the driveway of our home in the foothills of California’s Sierra Madres, I could see that something was going on. The sun had dipped behind the hills, and the last vestiges of soft summer twilight were just enough to reveal my wife standing at the side of our house, peering into the window of my youngest daughter’s bedroom. Yep, something going on alright!
We live in the country on 36 acres, in a large comfortable home set back off the road far enough to ensure privacy. Our nearest neighbors are almost two miles down the road. We love the freedom of being able to do whatever we want, whenever we want, far away from the nosiness of others.
My wife, Dianna, is a lovely thirty-five year old mother of three. She is tall, leggy and lean, with naturally auburn hair and small, firm breasts, capped with the most lovely pink nipples I’ve ever seen. People are often surprised that she has borne children at all, let alone three. But Dianna has spent ample time at the gym making sure that her body is in peak condition.
Our children, Cindy, age 14, Rob, age 12 and Mindy, age 11 are typical California adolescents. They play soccer in the local city league and have many friends in their age group around the small town near our home, but they are home-schooled. Dianna has a degree in elementary education and is a fabulous teacher. All three kids have immense IQ’s and are working well beyond their grade levels. I suspected that what was going on tonight was another “lab” session for the sex education portion of their curriculum.
Dianna and I have always been very liberated sexually. We met in college and knew immediately that we were made for each other. We explored sexuality like the most intrepid of pioneers: every position in the Kama Sutra, oral, anal, spanking, other boys and girls, groups, even Dianna’s Pomeranian, with a long tongue that drove her crazy with lust. There was nothing pleasurable that was off-limits. We took that same openness into our marriage and bought our country home early on to facilitate our freedom of sexual lifestyle.
Our children have regularly seen both my wife and me naked, not only when they were little, but to this day. They each are comfortable with their own bodies and think nothing of being naked in front of Dianna and me or each other. We have encouraged them to masturbate whenever and wherever they wish within the confines of our home, whenever no guests are present, and to engage in examining each other, “playing doctor”. There is no guilt or shame of any kind in their sexual play. They also are totally aware of the judgments of others and are committed to keeping our lifestyle choices private, within the confines of our family. They are extremely loyal to us as their parents and to each other.
Now that they are adolescents, Dianna has been teaching them the details of sexuality, not only functionally and technically, but in all of the ways that men and women can pleasure themselves and each other. They are given “homework”, which consists of reading, watching videos and conducting “lab experiments” where they practice the things they are learning from the books and DVDs. They have also watched Dianna and me make love to each other in almost every way imaginable. All three become extremely aroused as they watch us. They masturbate themselves and sometimes each other. Dianna especially enjoys it when she looks over and sees our daughters fondling and rubbing themselves and each other. I like to watch my daughters rubbing my son’s penis until he squirts.
When Dianna gives the kids a lab assignment in sexual education, she usually does not join them, allowing them the space to act and react freely, but she frequently acts as an outside observer and watches through the windows. In class the next day, she will critique and instruct regarding her observations.
As I got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk at the side of the house, I could see that Dianna was dressed, as usual in brief cutoff jeans and a blouse with no bra, which was usually tied above her midriff, but tonight was unbuttoned. Her feet were bare. She was, as yet, oblivious to my presence, her attention fully focused on what was going on in my daughter’s bedroom. I could see that she was fondling her bare breasts with one hand. The other was busy inside the front of her jeans.
As I approached from behind, I put my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She jumped slightly in reaction to my unexpected and sudden appearance, but immediately relaxed into my embrace, resting the back of her head on my shoulder.
“Homework?” I asked softly.
“Oral sex lab,” she responded. “I think they’re getting the hang of it!”
She moved my hands from her waist up to her soft breasts. It was a warm night, and I could feel a light sheen of perspiration as I cupped her titties in my hands. My thumbs grazed her nipples, which were already as hard as two little pebbles. As I fondled her, she pushed her right hand into the front of her cutoffs again and started playing with herself, producing a wet, squishy sound. Her left hand reached back to fondle my cock, which was already erect.
My dick got even harder as my gaze was drawn to the window and saw what was occurring in the bedroom. My son was sprawled, naked, on Mindy’s bed. My youngest daughter’s pink tongue was licking in circles around the head of Rob’s penis. She was also completely naked and was up on the bed with him on her knees, bent forward to lick him. Her legs were spread apart and her hairless, pink pussy and anus were in full view. Her breasts, just starting to develop, featured pale pink nipples, which were now slightly distended. Our 14-year old, Cindy, was also there, still dressed in shorts and a halter top. She was standing by the bed giving instructions to her sister. Through the partially open window, we could hear every word:
“Lick the sides like an ice cream cone.” “Lick the very tip of it real slow.” “Put just the tip of it in your mouth and lick circles around it.” “Put as much of it in your mouth as you can.” “Move your mouth up and down on it.” “Lick his little nuts for him.” “Put one of his balls in your mouth and suck on it really easy.”
Mindy followed each instruction to the letter. Watching my son getting a blow job as I fondled my wife’s little titties and she stroked my cock was so tremendously erotic! Suddenly my wife stiffened and her body began to tremble as she had an orgasm. I knew that would only be the first of many this evening, and as if to confirm this, Dianna’s hand continued moving beneath her cutoffs and quickly triggered a second climax..
As we continued to watch, Dianna stopped rubbing herself and removed her blouse and cutoffs. I undressed as well, and we returned to our original position with me standing behind her. She resumed her fondling of my now naked penis and I played with her breasts with one hand, while the other took over rubbing her wet pussy, which she keeps shaved as bald and soft as our daughter Mindy’s is naturally. We continued to play and watch for about a half hour.
As we watched, I became aware that a rather mean game was being played in the bedroom. Cindy issued instructions to Mindy, who did exactly as she was told. Mindy was now sliding her hand up and down the lower part of Rob’s shaft at the same time she was moving her mouth up and down the top half. Rob was obviously ready to come, his hips moving, fucking his little sister’s hand and mouth, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in ecstasy. But his climax was not to be.
“Stop!” Cindy exclaimed. Mindy, ever the good little student, complied immediately. Rob’s hips continued to gyrate, but his sister’s hand and mouth were suddenly gone.
“Why did you stop, Mindy? I was just about to pop,” Rob groaned.
“Cause Cindy said so,” my youngest replied.
“Aw, c’mon, give me a break, finish me up,” Rob pleaded.
“Not till you agree to do all of our chores for a week,” Cindy demanded.
“No way!” Rob protested. “C’mon, Mindy, PLEASE!!!
“Go ahead and do what you were doing,” Cindy ordered smugly.
Mindy’s hand and mouth resumed their erotic task and Rob quickly built toward his orgasm again, only to have his older sister call a halt just at the critical moment.
Rob protested loudly again and Cindy responded, “I told you before that if you want what you want, you have to give us what we want…chores for a week!”
“OK, OK, I’ll do your chores! Just let Mindy finish me off now!”
“Tell ya what, little brother,” Cindy said, now firmly in control, “do our chores for TWO weeks and I’ll let you come right in Mindy’s mouth, right on her little pink tongue.”
“OK, OK, whatever!” Rob agreed, “I just want to come!”
Outside, Dianna murmured, “Our daughter can be such a little bitch! I think she needs and deserves a good lesson about not using sex to tease and extort!”
“I agree,” I said and we both headed inside where we put a prompt halt to the proceedings. Mindy and Rob both sat up on the bed, surprised to see us there.
Cindy, equally taken aback, stepped away from the bed to the corner of the room.
Dianna said to Cindy, “You know, Cindy, sex is a wonderful thing and can produce much pleasure, intimacy and love, but it also is extremely powerful. It is vital that you learn never to misuse it to mistreat or extort or blackmail anyone! We have decided to teach you a lesson you will not forget.”
She turned to Mindy, “And you, young lady, need a lesson too! You willingly participated with your sister in trying to get Rob to do your chores. So what I’ve decided to do, if your father agrees, is to let Rob administer your punishment, since he is the one you both mistreated. Your father and I will supervise, but Rob will deal with you.”
Dianna looked at me questioningly and I nodded my agreement.
Now my wife addressed our son, “Rob, what do you think we should do with these two mean sisters of yours?”
“Well, I guess they could do MY chores for two weeks,” Rob responded with a grin.
“Good!” Dianna exclaimed, but I think that lets them off too easily! Do you mind if I make some suggestions?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Rob agreed readily.
Dianna turned back to our two daughters. “Well, Mindy is all ready for what’s next,” she said, “but you need to get those clothes off right now, Cindy!”
Somewhat abashed, Cindy complied and began to remove her clothing until she was fully undressed, as were the rest of the family. I sat down on a chair in the corner to observe as Dianna began to direct the children.
“You two girls get right up here on your knees on the foot of the bed facing toward the head. That’s right. Now just keep your butts up in the air and rest your head and your boobies on the bed. Good! Do you need pillows for your heads?”
Now the girls were arranged so that sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed, I could see my daughters’ charms laid open and bare before me. Cindy, the oldest, is a bit darker-complected than Mindy, taking more after me than Dianna. She has perky breasts with darker colored areolas, and her pussy is a gorgeous coral color, framed by a sprinkling of brunette fuzz. Her bottom hole is the same rich color as her puss.
“OK, Rob,” my wife began, “I think we should start with an inspection of the premises! Why don’t you give Cindy’s pussy a little tickle and I’ll do Mindy’s.”
Rob grinned and immediately pulled the lips of his big sister’s pussy apart and began to gaze intently at it. Even with all the playing they had done, he had never had Cindy in as vulnerable a position or as exposed to his view as she was now. Cindy looked back between her legs as her brother spread her open wide and I could see that her face was crimson, whether with desire or embarrassment I couldn’t tell. But her sweet little muffin DID tell the tale as a drop of clear liquid oozed slowly out of her open hole and ran down the lips of her pussy toward her clit.
Rob captured the moist, tiny jewel on the fingertip of one hand and began to gently rub it up and down the slit of his sister’s pussy. This produced a quiet moan from Cindy almost immediately. The moist fingertip lost no time in contacting Cindy’s clit and rubbing in circles, as he had been taught in class. The increasing wetness dripping from her pussy was evident, and Rob inserted the middle finger of his other hand into the hole and began moving it in and out as he continued to manipulate her clit.
Dianna, who was busily delving into Mindy’s wet puss, looked over and said, “Don’t make her come yet! She doesn’t deserve it! In fact, watch me!”
My wife scooped some wetness from Mindy’s pussy with her finger and spread it on Mindy’s asshole. Then she rubbed the exposed anus with her fingertip and then pressed her index finger into her daughter’s asshole and began to fingerfuck her ass. Mindy yelped at the first intrusion, but then allowed her mother to continue her digital invasion at will.
On the other side of the bed, my son, who is a quick learner, had his finger deep in his older sister’s asshole and seemed to be making circles with his finger inside her rectum. Cindy appeared to be enjoying the process immensely, if the juice seeping from her pussy was any indication.
After several minutes, my wife suggested that she and Rob trade places and she moved over to insert her middle finger up her eldest daughter’s bottom, while our son began his fingering of Mindy’s upturned, pink little asshole.
After several more minutes passed, with only the slurpy sounds of fingers moving in wet assholes, Dianna moved on the next portion of the lesson.
“Do you remember, Rob, when I was mean to your dad one time, we let you kids watch while we played slap and tickle, so I’d remember to be nicer?”
“Ummm, it would be pretty hard to forget that, Mom!” Rob exclaimed.
“Well, I think your sisters both need the same lesson…and I think they should do each other while we tell them what to do!”
“OK, works for me,” Rob said, feigning indifference. I could tell he was thinking Oh, Boy!
“OK, Mindy,” Dianna ordered. “You stay right where you are, and Cindy, you get up. You’re going to be the first giver. Your sister will be the receiver. Remember, you’ll change places later!”
“Fingers or tongues, Rob?” I remembered that I had used my tongue on Dianna as the kids had watched.
“Tongues,” Rob decided.
“OK, tell your sister what she must do,” Dianna directed.
“Lick her asshole, Cindy!” Rob ordered. For a moment, I wasn’t sure my daughter was going to comply, but then she sighed and knelt behind Mindy on the bed, he knees between Mindy’s legs, lowered her mouth to Mindy’s bottom and began to lap at her little sister’s anus. Rob and I began to rub our penises as we watched, and Dianna’s hand was, once again, busy between her own legs.
Rob issued another instruction: “Put your tongue as far up inside her bottom as it will go.”
No hesitation this time. Cindy, who was already running her tongue around the outside of Mindy’s asshole, pressed her tongue inside and began to tongue fuck her sister.” Mindy was moaning with pleasure, and her sweet young pussy was drenched with moisture.
Suddenly Rob said, “Hold it!” Cindy immediately did as she was told.
“Ten swats, five on each cheek!” Rob ordered and Cindy obediently administered five stinging slaps to each of Mindy’s cheeks, bringing oohs, aahs and ouches from her.
“Tickle! Your tongue in her pussy this time. Suck her clit!”
Cindy was into the game completely now. She kissed and sucked Mindy’s pussy and licked her clitoris until Mindy was moaning out loud.
“Stop! Ten more swats! Make her butt red!”
Cindy slapped her sister’s bare bottom vigorously, and indeed, it did produce some redness and a few tears as well.
“Tickle! Pussy and asshole now.”
Cindy began to lave her sister’s entire crotch…the insides of her thighs, gently on the lips of her pussy and then up inside the wet, pink hole. Then working up to her bottom, licking each cheek, licking up and down her crack, kissing and licking and rimming her anus and then another intense session of fucking Mindy’s asshole with her tongue. Finally she worked her way back down to her sister’s clit and sucked on it until Mindy was beside herself and about to come.
“Stop! Ten more spanks. Go slow and they better be good ones!”
Cindy spanked her sister with abandon now. The sounds of palm against bottom flesh and squeals and cries filled the room. Finally Mindy’s ordeal was over.
Now it was Cindy’s turn.
“Trade places,” Dianna ordered, and now Cindy was bottoms up on the bed.
“Cindy is older, and actually the responsible one in this case,” Dianna said to Rob, so I think her punishment should be a bit more.
Cindy’s slap and tickle session began, as Mindy, who had wiped the tears from her eyes, now seemed anxious to pay her big sister back.
Rob made Mindy eat her sister’s ass, and told her to tickle the soles of Cindy’s feet at the same time, which we all knew drove Cindy absolutely wild. Dianna and I had to climb on the bed to hold Cindy down in place as Mindy tongue fucked her asshole and tickled the soles of her feet unmercifully.
“Wait!” Rob commanded.
Mindy, go get your ruler out of your room real quick. Mindy ran down the hall and was back in a flash with her one foot ruler.
“Ten on each cheek with the ruler,” Rob ordered.
With great relish, Mindy paddled her big sister’s naked rear end with the ruler.” Cindy screeched and carried on like she was being killed, but obviously no damage was actually being incurred.
Next it was tongue and fingers in Cindy’s pussy, then 20 more swats with the ruler, which Cindy protested loudly and Mindy obviously relished. Then a clit sucking episode with a finger up Cindy’s bottom and more tickling the soles of the feet. Finally 20 more swats with the ruler, which produced protestations and tears, and amazingly, a copious flood of fluid from Cindy’s puss.
“Now, did you girls learn our lessons?” Dianna inquired.
“Yes,” they chorused. “We’re sorry!”
“Would you like to have orgasms now?” my wife queried.
“Yeah, I would,” Cindy replied. “Me too,” her little sister echoed.
“OK, but first you will take care of your brother’s needs.
Under my wife’s instruction, my oldest daughter laid down with her head toward the foot of the bed. My son was arranged as the girls had been, on his knees, but with his head between Cindy’s legs in a 69 position. Mindy was told to stand at the foot of the bed behind her brother.
“Now, Cindy, since you so generously offered your brother the opportunity to come in Mindy’s mouth, YOU are going to suck on your little brother’s penis until he shoots his sperm into your mouth. When he does, you are to swallow every single drop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mom,” Cindy replied.
Mindy, you are to lick and suck on your brother’s testicles while your sister sucks him off, and you will also lick his bottom hole and put your tongue up inside it. Do you understand?
“OK, Mom,” Mindy answered meekly.
“Rob, you can just lay there and enjoy yourself, or you can play with and lick your sister’s pussy if you want to. Begin now!”
Cindy took Rob’s penis deep in her mouth and began to suck and lick him. Mindy immediately began to lick his anus and play with his balls at the same time. My wife came over to where I was sitting in the chair. Standing a bit to one side so as not to block my view of the scene being played out on the bed, Dianna bent over and inserted her middle finger of one hand into her asshole and began to move it in and out. With her other hand, she played with my cock while we watched our daughters pleasure our son. I reached over and played with her pussy and clit.
Rob had decided against the passive role and was licking Cindy’s clit as she sucked on him. Mindy now had both of Rob’s tight nuts in her mouth and was playing with her own pussy as she gently sucked her brother’s sack. After a few minutes she moved back to his anus and pushed her tongue up inside.
My wife had massive orgasms and I shot my sperm into the air and onto her hand as we watched my son have an orgasm in his sister’s sucking mouth. Per Dianna’s instructions, Cindy gulped and swallowed Rob’s cum until he was completely emptied out.
As the kids untangled, Dianna issued one more order. “You girls get to come now, but one at a time, and your brother’s cock will be up your bottom hole when you do. This was a first. They had all seen my wife and I engage in anal sex, but they had not done it with each other as far as I know.
“Mindy, get up on the bed on your hands and knees. Cindy, lick her asshole and get it nice and wet for your brother.”
Cindy licked and sucked on her sister’s ass and saliva got Mindy well lubricated.
After a few minutes of closely watching Cindy lick Mindy’s anus, my son’s slender cock had fully recovered from his orgasm and was hard again at the prospect of putting it in his little sister’s ass. Ah, to be so young again! It slipped inside Mindy easily, and he began to fuck her bottom. Mindy began to play with herself and panted and moaned.
“Cindy, play with her titties,” Rob said, and Cindy did so immediately.
A few minutes later, Mindy had an earth-shattering orgasm. Rob pushed his penis deep in her bottom as she came.
“Gosh, I can feel it grabbing my cock!” he exclaimed.
“OK,” Dianna said a few moments later, “change places.
Mindy got up and Cindy quickly took her place. Mindy licked and sucked Cindy’s asshole to get it ready for my son’s cock. When Rob had entered her, Mindy began to play with her sister’s boobies as Cindy reached back to rub her own swollen pussy. After a few minutes, Cindy began to moan and toss her head from side to side.
“Rob, go faster! Go faster Robbie! C’mon, fuck my little asshole fast and hard.
Rob’s penis pistoned in and out of Cindy’s bottom faster and faster. Mindy played with her big sister’s nipples, tugging on them, rolling them in her fingers and even flicking them back and forth. Cindy’s hand was a blur now as she rubbed her clit. Rob groaned and came, filling Cindy’s rectum with his hot sperm. Cindy screamed and then broke down and began to sob as her orgasm took her completely.
A few minutes later, the kids got up, kissed and hugged each other. Dianna made the girls promise that they would, in fact, do Rob’s chores for the next two weeks. Then all three headed for their showers and bed.
Dianna and I took a shower together and then made love slowly and gently one more time, before drifting off to sleep in one another’s arms, in love with each other, proud of our children and truly pleased with our lives.
Disclaimer: This story is strictly a work of fiction and fantasy from my somewhat crazy psyche, and is intended for adults ONLY! Any resemblance of my characters to anyone, dead or living, is purely coincidental and unintentional. I hope some of my readers will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If so, please let me know. If you did not enjoy it or if you were offended by it, please know that it is absolutely impossible to please everyone, and you should probably find other writers on this site more to your liking.
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Forced to Fuck my brother

I sat on the couch in our living room watching the T.V. Recently there had been a lot of robberies that had been going on around our neighbourhood.
My parents were out of town for the month, leaving me and my 19 year old brother home alone. “Rosie?” i heard him call from the front of the house.
“I’m in the movie room!!” i called, staying in my spot, my eyes glued to the t.v. as i listened to the news reporter.
I vaguely heard my brother walk into the room. “what are you watching?” he asked coming around the couch and dropping his bag, before plopping himself down in the space right beside me.
“Just catching a little of the news” i shrugged, glancing at my brother with a smile. Jake stood at 6ft while i only stood at 5′ 5″
We looked almost nothing alike say for our dark grey Eyes, which we got from my mom. My hair was almost black while jake had dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes in that careless manner.
He was lean and toned to near perfection his body chiseled and muscled just right. But for me i was alittle curvy in some areas, my hips were a little wide but i was still in shape, something alot of the girls envied me for at my school.
To say i was in love with my brother was the understatement of the year. He was everything to me. He made my world and i wished more than anything that we weren’t related so that i could be with him.
He was sweet, loving, protective and most of all loyal. Even when his friends would say something bad about me he would dump them where they stood and would spend the rest of the day with me just to prove that he didn’t care what others thought.
I leaned my head against his shoulder, sighing when he wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me into his chest.
“have you eaten?” he murmured into my temple, making my eyes close. i shook my head, not wanting to speak.
“I’ll order some pizza” he whispered, kissing my temple before shifting to pull out his cell phone. He dialed the take out number and listed off the toppings he wanted before hanging up and relaxing back into the couch.
It was another 20 minutes before we heard the doorbell go. “There’s the pizza” he breathed, slipping out from behind me and disappearing out of sight to get the door.
I could just hear Jake opening the door and greeting the guy at the door before i tuned them out.
After 10 minutes of no movement i realized that Jake hadn’t returned from getting the pizza. Frowning i pushed myself up from the couch and sauntered out of the t.v. room.
“Jake?” i called. “the pizza guy eat you or something?” i teased, seeing the front door closed.
“not exactly” an unfamiliar voice said from behind me. I whirled around coming face to face with a man wearing a white mask, the only thing visible was his eyes and the tips of his lips.
I opened my mouth to scream when he slapped a hand over my mouth, muffling my cries as he grabbed me, turning me around.
“i wouldn’t scream unless you want to loose you’re precious brother” the guy cooed in my ear, chuckling when i whimpered.
Jake was held by another guy dressed similiarly to the guy that held me. Jake had a gag in his mouth and a knife at his throat. From the cuts on Jake’s upper brow and lower lip i knew that he hadn’t gone down without a fight.
“go to the t.v. room” the guy behind me ordered, pushing me forward, making me lead the way. when we had all filed into the room, the man holding me, shoved me forward, but held tight on to jake keeping him restrained.
I turned glaring at the two men. “what the hell do you guys want from us?” I glared.
they both chuckled, the one that had grabbed me pulled a pistol from his back, a silencer attached to its tip. “we’re here to get a few items and to have a little…fun” he chuckled turning to look at his partner.
Jake stiffened in the guys hold his eyes going slightly wide with fear. “Just take what you want, but leave us alone” I breathed, motioning to the flat screen t.v. and the sound system.
“ah but where is the fun in that?” the guy chuckled shaking his head. “Strip for us why don’t you darling” he breathed motioning with his gloved hand for me to do it.
I glared, shaking my head. “fuck you!” i spat “on the count of three, darling. either you strip or i put one in you’re brother” he threatened, aiming the pistol at Jakes head.
I looked over at Jake and saw him struggling against the other guy. I loved my brother to much to let them hurt him. “don’t fight this Jake” i breathed pleading with him to stop fighting. I grabbed on to the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head.
When i stepped out of my pants the guy motioned for me to continue. “i never said to stop” he chuckled darkly, watching me intently. I felt my cheeks burn bright red as i slowly slipped the strap of my bra off.
I tried to forget the fact that Jake was going to see me naked as well as two other strangers. I tried to fight the urge to cover myself when my panties lay on the ground along with the rest of my other clothes.
The guy in charge stepped forward moving around me as he looked over every inch of me.
“so beautiful, you have a fine piece of ass living right under your roof here Jake” the guy chuckled, teasingly running a hand down my chest.
i flinched, looking up when i saw jake growl, struggling once more against the other guy.
“get on the couch” the guy ordered, motioning with his gun for me to move. Letting out a whimper i did as he said. I moved to sit when he stopped me. “No, turn around and get onto the couch as if you were straddling something” I could hear the amusement in the mans voice.
I glanced at my brother and saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed into a glare at the guy who was ordering me around.
I turned doing as he said. My cheeks burned a bright red from humiliation as i moved into position, letting my elbows rest on the back of the couch, my hands gripping the cushions.
“spread you’re legs” the guy breathed. Biting my lip i did as he said.
“isn’t she a sight?” i heard him murmur. “what do ya say Jakey?” I couldn’t build the courage to look back to see my brothers reaction.
“Now it’s your turn. strip to the skin jakey-boy” the guy crooned. after a minute of silence i felt something cold press to my temple.
“don’t make me jake” the guy breathed.
Seconds later i could faintly hear the sound of pieces of clothing hitting the floor. I tried to forget the fact that Jake was now naked in the same room as me.
“get behind you’re sister. Move!” the guy shouted making me flinch. only a second later i felt the familiar heat of my brother coming up behind me, his legs brushing against the bottoms of my feet that hung over the edge of the couch.
“good, now get on the couch. right behind her” My blush deepened when i felt Jake’s body press against me. I knew he was trying to keep his lower half as far away from me but there was only so much space he could use.
“Tony, would you do the honors?” the guy chuckled. “it would be my pleasure” the other guy cackled. “what the fuck are you do-” Jake stopped short when the leader loaded his gun.
“uh uh, i wouldn’t make any sudden movements or sounds if i were you jake” he breathed. “besides you may even thank us after tonight.” he chuckled.
The whole time they were talking i was trying to find out what they were doing when i suddenly felt something beginning to poke into my ass.
I automatically jerked forward a yelp escaping my lips. “I’m a virgin please don’t!” i whimpered looking at the guy with the gun.
The guy grabbed a hold of my hair, pulling my head back. “Better you’re brother to take it then us, don’t you think?” he sneered making me whimper.
He released my hair, making me slump into the couch as tears began to slip down my cheeks. I was greatful it was someone i loved and cared about taking my virginity but i never thought i would loose it like this. that i would loose it infront of two perverted lunatics.
Once more i could feel the guy guiding my brothers penis to my entrance. instinctively i moved forward away from the touch.
“hold still” the guy growled, shifting his aim to me. Biting my lip i forced myself to stay still, closing my eyes as i felt my brothers tip slip into me.
“i’m so sorry rose” my brother choked out as the man guided my brother into me till his hips were flushed with mine. I whimpered when i felt my barrier break a white hot pain shooting up my core.
“it hurts!” i cried, more tears slipping down my cheeks as i once again shifted away from the pain. “please don’t do this” i sobbed shaking my head, but the deed was already done. I was no longer a virgin.
I could vaguely hear my brother cursing, small water droplets falling onto my shoulder and i realized Jake was crying.
He was crying because he was hurting me. “oh god i’m so sorry rose” he breathed. the two men let out loud laughs. “there you go!! that wasn’t so bad!” he chortled.
“Tony, tie these two lovebirds together, we wouldn’t want them to go anywhere now would we?” he chuckled.
“no we wouldn’t” he laughed. We held still as the guy bound our hands together with duck tape before he moved to our legs. he basically taped our limbs together before he grabbed one long strip and wrapped it around our torso’s to keep us from moving apart from one another.
“now that you guys are alittle preoccupied, i think its time we got what we came here for” he breathed. I don’t know how long it took them, but they went through the whole house, taking things they wanted and leaving the rest.
The whole time Jake and I were stuck on the couch, his dick deep inside my pussy filling me to the max. “rose are you okay?” jake breathed, his voice thick with pain.
I nodded, my voice alittle hoarse. “yeah.” i said in a small voice. After the original pain of Jake taking my virginty the pain had subsided till it was a dull ache radiating in my core.
“I’m sorry” he whispered. “this isn’t your fault jake” i murmured, resting my head on our hands.
“i’m sorry for getting us into this situation and i’m sorry for this” he whispered. Almost like he had commanded it i felt his cock harden inside me, i whimpered again a new type of ache beginning to blosom in my core.
It felt like he had grown inside of me, his cock enlarging till i felt like i was stretched to the max. “jake” i couldn’t help but moan breathlessly.
Jake let out a breath a groan escaping his lips. “still preoccupied i see” the men said, making us look up. the two of them stood watching us amusement in their eyes from what we could see.
“it’s been a pleasure, you two, but we must be on our way” they both saluted me and then turned on their heels leaving us there.
“how are we supposed to get out of this!?” jake shouted “you’re not!” we heard before the sound of the door closing behind them met our ears.
“Rose can you somehow pull free?” Jake asked as he shifted behind me, trying to get out. I tried, tugging on our hands and even leaning down to start biting the tape.
we both struggled against our bonds for a while, not getting anywhere. The guy had taped our arms together to much for me to be able to bite through.
Suddenly Jake who had been trying to separate our torso’s jerked forward, his cock slipping out of me slightly and then jerking back into me. I let out a loud moan. the ache from before coming back, heating my body with desire.
Jake cursed from behind me, “sorry” he whispered, moving back again trying to get loose. once more he ended jerking forward driving his cock back into me.
“j-jake” i panted. “i-i love you so much. i’ve loved you more than a sister should but i don’t care” i whispered, not understanding what i was doing. my hips seemed to move at their own accord. I pressed myself back against him, shifting so that i grinded against his cock.
“oh rose i love you to” he panted from behind me, his hot breath warming my neck and cheek. “you feel so fucking good” he groaned, rotating his hips into me.
It felt almost as if my pussy was leaking. my juices were dripping out of my pussy little by little. I moaned in approval when Jake began to thrust into me, his cock slipping in and out of me. making me burn from the inside out.
“you’re so wet rosie” he whispered pressing a kiss into my shoulder as he begun to pick up speed.
I felt my toes curl and my back arch as the passion and the pleasure peaked inside of me.
“jake i’m going to- i’m going to-” i whimpered shaking as my whole body went into overdrive. It felt like someone had opened the flood gates and like i was loosing myself.
i yelped when i felt a torrent of liquid pour out of my pussy, wetting the couch, me and jake. “oh fuck!” jake growled, thrusting into my spasming cunt.
Coupled with jakes’ thrusting my body kept spasming, riding out my orgasm for what felt like an eternity before i was begging jake to stop moving.
when he did i finally managed to stop squirting, but that didn’t stop me from shaking from head to toe. “oh jesus christ!” i cried, taking deep breaths as my body calmed.
“Rose you squirted all over my cock” jake moaned into my shoulder, i only managed to whimper in acknowledgement because Jake was already driving his dick in and out of me again.
“Jake if you keep doing that you’re going to make me cum again” i whined, my body already beginning to shake as he hit my g-spot.
He felt me tremble and continued to pound into me, his cock, rubbing right against my g-spot, making all my nerves heat with desire. “oh my god” i whispered, biting my lip as i savored the feel of jakes cock in my pussy.
“you like that?” he grunted, pushing his hips harder against mine, till the sound of our hips slapping together filled the room. “yeah! oh right there!” i screamed, dropping my head onto our hands that were taped together.
“cum for me babe! cum on my cock” Jake instructed, driving his dick harder into my cunt. I pushed my hips back, meeting Jake’s thrusts with ones of my own.
“I’m cumming” i screamed feeling more hot liquid pour down my thighs, soaking the fabric of the couch even more as my whole body coiled, jerking and trembling beneath Jake’s.
“let it out babe that’s it- oh god you feel so fucking good cumming on my cock like that!” jake praised, sucking on my neck.
When i stopped again my whole body felt so sensitive that if someone were to touch me i would probably cum again and again just from that.
Once more Jake resumed his thrusting this time driving his cock so deep and hard into my soaking pussy that it only took me another minute before i was orgasming again.
Not stopping Jake continued to pump in and out of my gushing pussy, matching my cries of ecstacy as he released his load, shot after shot of his cum, mixing with mine.
“milk my cock babe that’s it!” jake growled, thrusting as my pussy clamped onto his pulsing cock, locking him inside of me as if my pussy never wanted him to leave.
“jake!” i screamed, pushing myself back onto his cock till i felt him stop shooting. By then we were both shaking from the weight of our joined orgasms, Jake slumped against my back and me slumped against the couch.
“t-that was amazing” he breathed. “rosie you’re incredible” he chuckled making me laugh. “you only enjoyed it because i screamed your name” i whispered making him laugh.
“yes, but i also enjoyed it because you squirted on my cock four times”
“shut up.” i grumbled. “lets just try to get out of these bonds okay” i murmured resuming biting on the tape.
after nearly 4 hours and 3 fucks later Jake and i had managed to get free. we might have made it out earlier had we not been distracted multiple times.
by the end of it i was spent completely from cumming so much. the couch was soaked nearly through and through but jake didn’t mind. he thought it was sexy and hot as hell.
After what those men did to us i had to thank them because in the weeks that followed until my parents came home My brother and I fucked each other till we started running out of sheets to cover the bed.
Of course we called the police but they unfortunately never caught the guys, but they did find our belongings stored away in a storage facility almost 20 minutes from our house.
As for jake and i when our parents leave the two of us lets just say that we spend alot of our time preoccupied with one another 😉

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Fantasy

Blackmailing Christina into being my sexual toy

Christina was a neighborhood girls that grew from a skinny gangly girl to a statuesque young lady that become my object of desire. Many years of fantasizing about her finally became reality with the help of a few spiked drinks and a very large Dog.

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Bare and Tiny 2

Jack finds out that Heidi is much better than Susi. This hot blonde high school chick does the trick, every which way including loose.

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Pete his Mom & Me

Pete his Mom & Me
My Mom & Dad and I lived in middle to upper class neighborhood. We have a 4 bedroom 2 bath house on a ¼ ac lot. I was born there. Pete lived next door and their house was just a little smaller having 3 bedrooms and 1 & ½ baths. Pete and his mother moved next door when I was six. Pete’s Mom & Dad divorced the year before. Pete and I became best friends. He was 5 months younger than me and we both played soccer in the local league. Usually on week ends we took turns staying at each others house.
When I was 12 we started to experiment with each other. We always slept in the same bed together and this one morning I had a pee hard on and was curled up next to Pete with my cock in the crack of his Ass. He was pushing his ASS back at me so I grabbed his hips and tried to shove my cock in. He was just too tight; his little sphincter muscle wouldn’t expand. He got up and when he came back he got on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed and whispered, “Try it now.” I got behind him and I could see a big gob of grease in his Ass. I took some and wiped it on my cock and shoved my cock into his butt hole. It resisted at first but then I shoved real hard and it slid in as he let out a grunt. I fucked him like a bunny rabbit and after about five minutes I had my first climax.
We took turns fucking each other over the next month or so. The trouble was every time he fucked me it made me want to shit. Both our dicks were about 4” long but mine was a little fatter than Pete’s. He had a real tight Ass and I always came quickly. That first time I fucked him six times that day including one time in his shed and one time in the bathroom. He fucked me four times and we both had to laugh when we realized we had cum oozing out our Ass’s when we walked so we had to be careful and put toilet paper in our cracks.
Pete and his Mother went to visit her sister who lived a couple of miles away this one week-end. When he got home Sunday night he was all excited. He told me his cousin Tina had fucked him. She was 2 years older than he was. He said, “You aren’t going to believe this but she fucked me 3 times and showed me how to eat her pussy. She told me I could come over any times and she would let me fuck her. He said, “next week end why don’t we both go visit her and fuck her.” I said do you think she would let me. “Sure,” “She likes to fuck. She told me her Uncle, that’s her Dads brother, fucked her one night when she was 12. It was while her folks had a party and she liked it except her Uncle was drunk and it hurt like hell the first time. She said he has since fucked her several times.
The following weekend we told our Moms we would be at the park all day. We took the bus to his cousin’s house and when we got there they were all just leaving to go shopping. Tina told her folks she wanted to stay home and visit since we had come all that way. Now Tina was a little on the fat side with a big butt and her tits were pretty big for a 14 year old. Pete told me she was 5’3” and weighed about 130 lbs.
Her folks were hardly out of the driveway when she took off her dress, panties and bra.
“Come on, I need some one to eat my pussy,” she shouted. We all went into her bedroom and she jumped on the bed and spread her legs and said “Who gets to eat it first?” Pete Dove between her legs and began to lick her hairy pussy. “Well what are you standing there for, get over here and let me suck your dick,” She hollered. I couldn’t get my jeans and underwear off fast enough. I straddled her face and she grabbed my cock and began to suck it. Boy could she suck. I came in a matter of minutes and I could not believe that not a drop of my cum escaped her mouth, it was my first blow job. Pete came just after I did but kept right on fucking her. It was funny to watch her rear her Ass and quiver when she came. It was also the first time I had watched a women have a climax. She came again very quickly, and this time she really reared her ass up in the air lifting Pete clear off the bed. Pete let out a moan and shoved his cock as far into her as he could and shot his load. He rolled off her and she motioned me to take his place
I looked at her pussy that was wide open from Pete fucking her and her pussy was surrounded with light brown hair. She had cone shaped tits with nipples that were almost as large as her areolas. My cock that had never gone down went in easily and I almost came as the sensation of my cock slipping into her warm wet pussy was better than Pete’s Ass. Not as tight but what a wonderful feeling. She told me to suck her titties and to fuck her slow. I began to suck first one tit than the other. She showed me how to roll my tongue over her nipples to get the most sensation. I got so engrossed in sucking her nipples that it allowed the sensation in my cock to subside a bit and I lasted almost five minutes before I came. When I shoved my cock as deep as I could and let go I was surprised at how much cum I still had and filled her pussy. She raised her Ass up and came just as my last spurt came out of my cock.
I fucked her twice and Pete fucked her two more times before her folks came back.
We began to go over to her house a couple times a week for the next three years. We always fucked her at least twice each. I learned how to eat her pussy. It was Ok but she always smelled a little. When we were 13 Pete and I decided we liked fucking girls and we didn’t want to become queers so we quit fucking each other. The night we agreed to stop he wanted me to fuck him one more time. It turned out to be three times. He said he liked getting fucked in the Ass but didn’t want to get addicted to it.
When we were fifteen Pete started fucking a girl in his English class. She really liked him but when he told her he wanted me to fuck her too she said no so he broke up with her. We were still fucking his cousin so we didn’t have to go without. Two weeks later she told him she loved him and she would let me fuck her too. Her name was Shirley and she was real cute. At 5’3” and 101 lbs she was a little skinny but she had nice round tits with light pink areolas and big nipples. She loved to have her pussy eaten and she made each of us eat her pussy before she would let us fuck her. She had the cutest little light red hair around her mound. Her pussy was real tight, not like Tina’s whose Uncle had stretched her pussy pretty good because he had a 7” cock and about 3” around she told us.
The first Time I fucked Shirley I could hardly get into her. I had grown to a little more
than 6” and my cock had gotten real thick. Pete had the same length but was skinnier.
Getting her pussy eaten twice in a row always made her hot as hell so when I fucked her and she got so she could take my cock without any problem she would lock her legs around my waist and rock her body in unison to my strokes. She wouldn’t suck our cocks though so we always had to wait for Tina if we wanted that.
Shirley’s folks found out she had been stealing her Moms birth control pill and that she had been fucking us for over a year. They moved to another town and we never heard from her again. Just about the same time Tina started dating one of the big lineman on the high school football team and cut us off so we didn’t have anyone to fuck for about 8 months. We were getting pretty horny when my story really begins.
Pete had stopped coming over like he used to. He was staying at home a lot and I asked him if he was mad at me. He said no that he had gotten behind in his school work and his Mother made him stay home and study. One night I couldn’t find my dog King, a Collie. I went out into the back yard looking for him and heard a whimper like noise coming from Pete’s yard. I looked over the fence and saw King tied to Pete’s female cocker spaniel named Suzie. I thought oh shit Susie’s in heat again. This would be the third time King had fucked her and gave her a litter of puppies Pete had to get rid of. I thought Pete’s going to be pissed.
I went through the side gate to get King and bring him back before Pete saw them. Kings knot came out a just as I got to them and King laid down and began to lick himself but Suzie was just standing there with her hind legs spread and her pussy stretched wide open. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck a dog. I hadn’t been laid in eight months so I dropped my pants and shorts and grabbed her collar. I guided my now hard dick into Suzie’s pussy that was full of my dog Kings cum. Her pussy was real hot and I slid in real easy. She took all I had and she must have liked it because she seemed to back into me. It took about two minutes for me to cum a bucket full into her hot hole. I held her tight as I shot my full load up into her doggy canal.
King mounted her just after I finished and fucked her the second time tying with her again. After about ten minutes when his knot came out I was hard again so I fucked her for the second time. The following night I waited for Pete to let Suzie out for her nightly Pee. I knew Suzie was still in heat so I went over and fucked her again twice. I fucked Suzie two times each night all that week.
On Friday night I had just finish fucking Suzie when Pete’s bathroom light came on. I heard someone start the bath water. Pete’s window was open about an inch and the curtain was pulled down to just above the opening. I pulled up my pants and snuck up to the window. I couldn’t quite reach the opening on my toes so I looked around the yard and saw a box by the garage. It was a milk box so I grabbed it and placed it beneath the window. I peeked through the opening and I almost fell off the box.
I was looking at Pete’s Mom standing in front of the tub just below me. I knew she was good looking but her body made me suck in my breath. She stood there waiting for the bathtub to fill up. Her long Red hair was down to her shoulders. She had milk white skin with a few freckles across her shoulders and just above two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. They had to be at least 36c’s with just barely a sag to them. Her areolas were a very light pink the size of a half dollar with nice nipples just slightly darker. She had a slender waist and perfect hips with nice long legs and a beautiful tuff of red hair above her pussy. My Cock became so hard I had to unbutton my jeans and let my cock spring out because it was hurting me.
Just as I began to jack off she turned her head and called, “The bathwater is ready honey.” I again damn near fell off the box when Pete walked in stark necked. He walked up behind his Mom and put his arms around her and began to fondle and squeeze her breasts. She let out a soft moan as his thumbs and forefingers rotated her nipples. He gently squeezed her breasts and I could see the end of his dick sticking between her legs.
She moaned, “Oh honey that feels so good.” Then she leaned over and put her hands on the tub as Pete shoved his cock into his Mothers pussy. He began to fuck her, slowly at first and then he increased his tempo faster and faster until he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her tight to him and I could see by his face he was cumming inside his mothers love hole. I was jacking off to the point I shot a load of cum all over the side of the house. I heard her say “Oh honey you feel so good inside me and you made me cum twice.
I watched them get into the tub. I couldn’t see what they were doing when they sat down in the water but I could hear them. When they got out of the tub and dried each other off Pete whispered,” I’m going to ear your pussy till you can’t stand up.” She said, “Oh honey you eat my pussy better than anyone ever has. I don’t know where you learned to be such a good lover but I’m the beneficiary of it. She shut off the light but not before I got to see her beautiful round Ass as she went out the door.
I got another hard on just looking at her so I grabbed Suzie and fucked her again. I had just shot another load of cum up Suzie’s pussy when Pete came to the back door and called her to come in. I hid by the side of the house until her closed the door before I went and put the box back where I found it. I tried to see if I could look into Pete’s Mothers bedroom window but the shades were down.
The following night I waited out side for Pete to let Suzie out for her nightly pee. I liked fucking her and I didn’t think I would get another peep show that night. I had just finishing fucking Suzie when I looked up and Saw Pete’s bathroom light was on. I thought oh shit I couldn’t get lucky two nights in a row could I. I ran over and got the milk box and placed it below the window. I looked in and Pete’s Mom was sitting on the toilet. She called “Pete honey, come here.” She had just finished wiping herself when he walked in. He was in his pajamas. She reached into the opening of his pajamas and pulled his dick out saying “here is the present I promised you” and proceeded to put his rising dick into her mouth. She grabbed him by the Ass and began to push his cock in and out of her mouth. She would pull him out to the end of his dick and then force him inside her until her face was buried to his balls. The sides of her mouth were sucked in from sucking his cock. He lasted almost five minutes before he wrapped his hands around her head and pulled her tight and he moaned Ohhhhh god Mom I’m cumming. The look on his face told it all as she sucked every last drop from his cock.
After a few minutes he pulled her up and put the toilet top seat down and sat her back down. He pulled her Ass to the edge and dropped to his knees. “Now it’s your turn Mom.” He spread her legs and shoved his face in between her legs and began to eat his Moms pussy. She placed her legs over his shoulders and for the next twenty five minutes all I could hear was “OH GOD BABY THAT FEELS SO GOOD, yes honey that’s it, yes, oh just like that baby OH SHIT YEEESSSSSSS” and she would grab his head pulling him tight to her. Then it would start all over again. Finally she screamed loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, ‘OH MY GOD HONEY I can’t handle any more your driving me out of my mind OH YESS YES YEESSSSSSSS” and she buried his face hard into her pussy and you could see by her face she was cumming. “That’s enough honey I can’t do any more, ” she said.
As I walked back to my house I saw the bathroom light come on in my Mom & Dad’s bathroom so I snuck over and took a peek. I again couldn’t see in as the window was to high so I went into my back yard and got a small bench I used for weight lifting and brought it to the window. When I looked in both Mom and Dad were inside. Dad had on his pajama bottoms and no shirt. Mom was in her night gown brushing her teeth. Dad reached around her and began to squeeze Moms tits. Then he lifted Moms gown and dropped his pajamas and shoved his hard cock into Moms pussy. She said “Oh Dick (that’s my Dads name) can’t you wait until were in bed, “No honey you looked too sexy to wait. You know you always give me a hard on when I look at your gorgeous Ass.”
Dad began to fuck Mom nice and slow as he continued to squeeze and fondle her boobs. Mom began to softly moan as Dad increased his speed. “Oh yes baby that’s it you’re rubbing my “G” spot. OH GOD I’m going to cum yeeessss, OH GOD YES,” she screamed through a towel she had shoved into her face. She forced her Ass back on my Dad cock and she came. My god did she cum, I had never seen so much cum water pout out of a pussy. Her cum poured down her and my Dad’s legs making a small puddle on the bathroom floor. Mom’s legs went limp and Dad had to hold her up as he continued to fuck her. After a couple more minutes he pulled her tight to his stomach and I knew he was cumming deep inside my Mothers pussy.
I was jacking off and I came all over the side of my house like I had at Pete’s. Mom took off her gown and sat on the toilet. Mom was the opposite of Pete’s Mother. Mom had short black hair and was about two inches shorter than Pete’s Mom. I remember admiring my Mom one time in her bathing suit. As I looked at her nice big tits I guessed her to be about a 38 C or D. Her areolas were very dark and she had very large nipples that at the moment were popped out about a half an inch from Dad’s fondling of them. I couldn’t believe I was getting a hard on looking at my own Mother being fucked by my Dad. She wiped herself and when she stood up I could see her hairy black bush. It was trimmed short. She gave my Dad a kiss on the neck and said, “That was nice, come to bed and we can do it again” as she walked out of the bathroom.
I hurried to the back door and came into the house as Mom walked into the kitchen.
“HI Honey I’m going to have a glass of wine can I get you anything? I told her a glass of milk would be nice. I sat at the table and when she opened the refrigerator door I could see through her gown. My cock sprang to life again and I stood and took the glass of milk from her. I sat the milk on the table and took her in my arms and said don’t I get a good night kiss? Sure she told me and said it was nice that her son still like a goodnight kiss. I hugged her and could feel my cock rub against her just above her slit. I pulled her tight and told her how nice she smelled . I kissed her hard on the lips and she just stood there for a moment, stunned I think, and then pushed me away.
“Now Bobby (My Name was Bob) that’s enough of that, remember I’m your Mother and you shouldn’t be kissing me like that,” she said. I’m sorry Mom I said, I just had an urge to hug and kiss you because I love you so much. “Well I appreciate that you love me and I love you too but that was a little much” I said I’m sorry again and that I didn’t mean anything. Then for some reason I blurted out, you didn’t think I was trying to seduce you did you? She kind of stammered nnn NO of course not. Her fce was a little flushed and she quickly kissed me on the cheek and went to her bedroom forgetting to take her wine with her.
I drank my milk and went to bed. I laid there thinking of ways to get Pete to let me fuck his mother like we had his cousin. Just as I fell asleep I had a vision of me fucking my Mother.
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