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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 2(full chapter)

All four of them appear in an alley not far from #4. The small party makes their way to the Dursleys household. Quickly, they enter through the kitchen door. Harry enters first and immediately assaulted by his uncle.
“BOY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN BACK HOURS AGO DAMN IT! I WANT THE LAWN MOWED BEFORE YOU GET ANY SUPPER.”
Vernon’s about to continue when there’s a pair of pop’s next to him, he turns to find himself looking down the end of a pair of wands being held by two gorgeous women, one blonde, the other raven haired.
Just as the sisters are opening their mouths, Harry says, “Don’t cast anything on them.”
Both of them have rage clearly etched on their faces as they slowly lower their wands and Bellatrix snarls, “You pathetic Muggle, you should thank Harry because if we’d had our way, you’d be a toad right now.”
Just as Vernon’s setting himself to start up again, Dumbledore walks through the door. “Ah, I see you’ve met Harry’s new protectors. Allow me to introduce you, the blonde is Narcissa Malfoy and the other lady is Bellatrix Lestrange.”
At this point, Narcissa speaks up, “Actually Albus, it’s Black now. Bellatrix and I talked earlier, as soon as it can be arranged, I’m going to divorce Lucius and she plans to be rid of that idiot who calls himself her husband.”
“I’ll arrange the paperwork immediately if you would like.”
“I would appreciate it.”
Albus then directs his attention back to the rather large man standing in front of Harry. “In case you haven’t ascertained as much already, I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry’s school.”
Vernon’s face goes pale, “BOY WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING THESE FREAKS? WE’VE BEEN TREATING YOU BETTER THEN YOU PROBABLY DESERVE. WE_”
During Vernon’s triad Albus’ face grew very grim, finally having heard enough, the headmaster cast a Silencing Charm on the fat man. “Tell me Harry, how long has your uncle been like this?”
“With the freak thing Albus?”
“Yes, let us start with that, although I suspect that there’s more that needs to be discussed.”
“They’ve been pushing the title of `freak’ on me for as long as I can remember.”
His eyes aflame with rage, Albus turns towards the Dursleys, “I was well aware that Harry was less then welcome in this house, but for you to treat him in this manner is entirely reprehensible. I’m glad that the two ladies will be staying here to keep an eye on things, but rest assured, I will be watching.” There’s a soft pop and the ancient wizard is gone.
Vernon once more opens his mouth, but finds himself still unable to speak.
Harry addresses himself to the sisters, “Ladies, do either of you know a good Enlargement Charm?”
Before either of them can respond, Harry feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and the sisters have their wands out, “Expelliarmus” and “Stupefy” fly over his shoulder and there’s a larger crash behind him. He looks behind him to see his uncle lying in a heap against the wall, he hears a pop and suddenly Bellatrix is standing over him, “Avada-”
“STOP,” Harry voice seems to reverberate with power.
Bellatrix freezes mid-incantation.
“You will not kill my uncle, is that clear?
Bellatrix seems to shrink in on herself as she meekly nods her head.
Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself, “Bellatrix, do you know the spells needed to enlarge a room?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes master.”
Harry walks over to her and gently tilts her head up, “Bellatrix, would you please go up and enlarge my room enough that the three of us can live there.”
Bellatrix nods her head again before walking to the door of the kitchen. Harry then turns to Narcissa, “Now, why did you two attack him?”
Narcissa looks down at her feet, “I apologize master, but he had his hand raised and was preparing to strike you. We merely wished to protect you.”
Harry nods his head, “Very well, you’re forgiven, but do try and be less_ enthusiastic when subduing my relatives please.”
Narcissa looks up at Harry and her face lights up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you master. We’ll be more careful in the future.”
“Alright, would you mind waking my uncle up?”
Narcissa contemptuously casts the spell to awaken Vernon.
Vernon sits up with a gasp; he opens his mouth and then scowls at Harry.
“As you can see uncle, my protectors are more than capable of dealing with you. Now, if you promise to behave in a civil manner I’ll have Narcissa here restore your ability to speak.”
Glaring at Harry for a moment longer, Vernon nods.
“Narcissa, cancel the Silencing charm on him please. If he becomes aggressive though, you’re free to do anything you wish to him, barring lethal force and the Unforgivables.”
Narcissa says, “Listen up you damn muggle, I may not be able to use the Cruciatus on you, but there are many other ways to cause you pain.” With that she cancels out the spell striping the fat man of his voice.
Vernon clears his throat but Narcissa interrupts him before he can speak, “Consider your next words very carefully muggle; if you offend my master at this point, I might well turn you into a rabbit and make hasenpfeffer for dinner.”
Vernon’s face is white as a ghost as comprehension breaks through his bigoted head. “Boy, I hope you will continue to get your chores done.”
Harry’s smile is positively evil, “It shouldn’t be a problem Uncle Vernon, now that the ladies are here and can help me out by using magic.”
Vernon’s world suddenly starts to spin at his nephew’s words just seconds before he passes out.
Narcissa looks at Harry with pride written all over her face, “And you call me cruel, master?”
Harry grins in response, “Would you please take my uncle up to his room and get back down here quickly?”
“Of course master,” Narcissa says before casting Mobilicorpus on Vernon and directing him out of the kitchen.
Harry heaves a deep sigh and is just about to sit down when he hears is aunt shriek from the living room. His wand is in hand as he sprints to the aide of his aunt. When he arrives, Harry almost breaks out laughing as he sees what set Petunia off.
At the bottom of the staircase is Bellatrix, holding his aunt at wand-point, with Dudley staring at her stupidly. Unfortunately, Bellatrix seems to have left her robe in his room.
“Bellatrix, what’s going on here?”
The ex-Death Eater swallows nervously, “My apologies master. I’d completed the assignment you’d given me and was coming to see what you wished me to do next, when this female,” she indicates Petunia, “starts verbally assaulting me about my attire.”
“Speaking of which, I thought I told you to put on robes?”
Bellatrix looks down sheepishly, “Yes you did, but I thought it was just so that the fat bastard wouldn’t have a heart attack. Well, I say Cassia transporting him to his bed so I thought you’d enjoy it?”
Harry holsters his wand and then reaches under his glasses to massage his eyes for a second.
“Ok, Aunt Petunia, in case you didn’t know, this is Bellatrix. Bellatrix, this is my aunt. Now Bellatrix, whenever you leave my room, I want you to wear something more concealing, at least for the moment, understood?”
Bellatrix timidly nods her head.
Without warning, Harry thunders, “Is that understood?”
Her voice barely above a whisper, Bellatrix says, “Y-y-yes master.”
Harry nods his head, confused at his own actions, “Now Aunt Petunia, I would appreciate it if you would not attack my_” Harry has to consciously repress the urge to use the word `property’, “guardians. Next time I might not be around to curtail their reactions.”
Petunia Dursley is looking at her nephew in utter shock at his verbal explosion and thus she can only nod her agreement.
“Very well, now Bellatrix, please go get something more appropriate on would you. Also make sure Narcissa doesn’t make the same mistake as you did.”
The raven haired woman quickly disappears up the stairs, barely making a sound.
Now, what do I do with my relatives? Harry thinks. He suddenly has an image in his mind of Petunia, bent over raising her skirt to show a shaven_ Stop it right fucking there! Harry blushes at his accidental wordplay.
“Aunt Petunia, would you please see to dinner. I need to speak with my guardians concerning their behavior while in this house.”
Petunia contemplates for a moment, before Harry continues, “Unless of course you want them roaming through the house in the maids’ uniform all the time, maybe even when you have company.”
The female Dursley blanches at the implications and says, “Supper shall be ready in an hour. If you aren’t there then you don’t eat.”
After momentarily considering threatening her, Harry shrugs his shoulders and walks upstairs. Walking to his room, Harry finds that the locks have been removed.
Harry opens the door and surveys the room; the interior space has been almost quadrupled and two efficiency cots have materialized. Harry suddenly casts eyes on spectacle in the middle of the room; Bellatrix is standing in the middle of the room, naked, on her toes with her arms shackled to the ceiling. Harry just stands in the doorway for a moment as all the blood rushes from his head to another part of his anatomy.
Narcissa looks at the door from her position, kneeling in front of Bellatrix.
“Ah, master, I was just finishing preparing my sister for you.”
Harry steps into the room and closes the door, “What the hell is going on here?”
Narcissa stands up as Harry comes closer.
“Prepare her for what?”
The pretty blonde’s face lights up as she says, “My dear sister disobeyed and angered you master, now she must be punished.”
“Punished how?”
“Well, that’s really up to you master, but we were thinking that since you can’t use magic to put her in her place, a simple hiding would do the job.”
Harry’s jaw falls open, “Say what?”
Narcissa walks over to Harry and holds out a leather strap about three feet long and a half an inch wide. “We were thinking that you would wish to use this on her. It’s a replica of the one our father would use to discipline us when we were children.” At Harry glance she says, “It’s illegal to use Dark Arts on children. Not even the patriarch of the most noble and ancient house of Black would risk bringing down the wrath of the Wizarding world for blatant abuse of a child.”
Out of no where, Harry’s overcome with rage; he quickly grabs the strap, takes a step forward and brings it down with all his might.
There’s a sharp crack as Bellatrix shrieks. Narcissa smirks for a moment as she leans against the wall, glad that she’d already cast the needed Silencing Charms. Her smirk quickly disappears as she contemplates her turn in the chains.
Still almost blind with rage, Harry brings the strap down on Bellatrix’s back again; leaving a bright red welt.
As Harry raises his arm again, he says, “Listen up you stupid cunt. You can wear that slutty outfit in here, but if you ever fucking wear it in public without my permission I’ll whip you black and blue.” With that Harry brings the strap down a third time, leaving three bright marks on the back of the former Death Eater.
Harry drops the strap as he steps in front of Bellatrix. He glances at Narcissa as he undoes his trousers and lowers both them and his pants to his knees.
With a casual wave of her wand, Narcissa releases Bellatrix, who instantly falls to her knees, panting.
Harry reaches out and grabs two handfuls of raven hair. He pulls Bellatrix’s face to his crotch and presses his engorged cock to her lips.
She opens her mouth and lets her master enter her warm mouth. When her master hits the back of her throat, Bellatrix relaxes her throat and allows her master to keep going, until her nose is pressed against his crotch.
When Harry’s all the way in Bellatrix’s mouth he simply holds her head still and relishes in the pleasure of being deep throated. He suddenly feels a strange sensation as Bellatrix starts to hum deep in her throat and when she brings a hand up to gently massage his sack Harry looses it.
Harry almost pulls Bellatrix’s hair out by the roots as he shoots his load down her throat.
After Harry releases her head, Bellatrix drops her head down and places a kiss on each of his feet, “Thank you for disciplining me master and for allowing me to bring you pleasure.”
The shock of those words combined with the physical exhaustion is too much for the young man with messy black hair, and he falls to the ground, passed out.
Harry awakens a few moments later to find himself being gently lowered to the ground by Narcissa, “What the hell just happened?”
Narcissa helps Harry stand up while the still kneeling Bellatrix redoes his trousers.
“You just disciplined my sister master, I’m at a quandary as to whether or not I look forward to my turn.”
Harry’s head spins again for a moment before he fully returns to his senses. His stomach churns as he recalls his actions against Bellatrix.
Sensing his distress, Bellatrix speaks up, “Master I meant it when I thanked you. I did disobey you and your punishment was very light when compared to my old masters.”
Harry leans into Narcissa before he says, “Do either of you know when Dumbledore is supposed to arrive?”
When both ladies indicate a negative response, Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please pop over to Hogwarts and talk to the headmaster, it’s critical I speak to him at once.” As he sees Bellatrix’s disappointed face he says, “What’s wrong Trixie?”
Bellatrix’s eyes flash for a moment before returning to the more docile expression, “I’m just sorry that you keep choosing my sister for the vital tasks.”
“Trixie, need I remind you that you are still a wanted fugitive?”
Sheepish doesn’t even come close to describing the look on Bellatrix’s face, “You are correct master, as it should be, I had completely forgotten about that. Thank you for reminding me.”
Harry smiles, “Well Trixie, do you know anything about cooking?”
“Just a bit master, we’d normally just have a house elf do it, but I could in a pinch.”
“Well, would you please get properly dressed and see about making food for us and my,” at this point Harry’s face bends into a contempt filled sneer, “relatives?”
Bellatrix jumps to her feet with a joyful look on her face, “I’ll get on it at once master.”
Both of the sisters quickly don their robes, after quickly altering them to display the chocker on their necks and leave the room.
Harry sits down on his bed, fully intent on thinking over the events of the past twelve hours.
However, he’s barely been seated on the bed when he senses a magical discharge in the kitchen,
Harry’s wand is instantly in his hand and as he stands, he suddenly finds himself in the kitchen.
In the doorway is a female of average height with bubblegum hair holding a wand currently pointed at the former Death Eater standing by the stove with her wand in hand.
Both of the women’s mouths are open, ready to cast spells when Harry bellows, “EVERYONE FREEZE!”
They both instantly stop as they’re attention is drawn to the young man in the room, “Now, please put your wands away ladies.”
Tonks speaks up first, “But Harry, she’s a Death Eater.”
Harry sighs, “Tonks please take note of a few things. First, she’s not attacking me; second, I’m standing the same room as her and I’m not attacking her either. Now, what does this tell you?”
Tonks looks at Harry for a second, completely taken aback by his attitude. “Ok Harry, I’ll bite. What should it tell me?”
“It should tell you that she’s not a danger to me. I don’t know if either Albus or Mad-eye told you, but I can throw off the Imperious so you can trust me.”
Tonks is just about to speak when an elderly gentleman appears behind her and places a hand on her shoulder, “Please lower your wand Nymphadora.”
Tonks turns her head and glares at Dumbledore, but holsters her wand and Bellatrix puts her wand away at Harry’s nod.
Dumbledore says, “Miss Tonks, if you would like, you may stay and keep an eye on Miss Black.”
Tonks gives Dumbledore a strange look, “Thanks, I think I will.” With that Tonks strolls over to the kitchen table and takes a seat.
Dumbledore enters the kitchen followed by Narcissa, “Is there someplace we can talk Harry?”
“Perhaps my room sir?”
“Very well, please lead the way. Oh, and Miss Tonks, I trust that you’ll hold your tongue until I return.”
Tonks nods her head grumpily.
The two males quietly walk to Harry’s room, and Dumbledore doesn’t even arch an eyebrow at the chains hanging from the ceiling.
With two waves of his wand, Albus produces two comfy chairs that are facing each other and takes a seat. “Now, what is so critical, you felt the need to have Miss Black summon me immediately?”
Harry sits down and takes a moment to collect his thought, “Prof_ Albus, what, exactly, are the side effects of the spell I used on the sisters?”
The twinkle in the old man’s eyes decreases slightly, “Well, as I believe I said, the sisters are now mentally linked to you. This of course gives them the inside track on your needs, wishes, and desires. I suspect however that you have more pressing concerns.”
Harry takes a deep breath as he stands back up. He starts to pace as he says, “Can the link be used the other way, such as my being able to gleam knowledge from them or be affected by what they’re thinking or feeling?”
Tentatively, Albus says, “I suppose so, why?”
“Because, since that spell was cast, I’ve lost control of my anger twice and I also believe I Apparated when Tonks and Bellatrix were getting ready to go at it in the kitchen.”
“Hmm_ Perhaps it would be better if you started at the beginning.”
With a deep sigh, Harry sits down and tells Dumbledore the events of the day, when he’s finished he says, “I know I’m panicking easily Albus, but with everything that’s happened, I don’t even know what to think.”
“I don’t consider it panicking Harry. I’m just glad that you still trust me enough to come to me when you’re in need of information.”
Harry grins, “Who else could I turn to? You’re the most powerful wizard on our side so if I want the information, I really have no other choice.”
“Regardless, I still value your trust. I’m not quite sure how much of this can be attributed to the spell and how much is simply you being a young male of not inconsiderable power.”
“How so Albus?”
“Well, you see Harry, the Apparation could only have come from the ladies, unless Tom passed it on to you, but the pouring of magical energy into your voice is something that you could easily do on your own if you were properly provoked.”
“So, do you have any advice?”
“Yes, sit back and enjoy the ride my boy.”
Harry can’t conceal his surprise, “What do you mean sir?”
“Harry, my boy, those ladies only concern in life is your happiness. From what little I’ve been able to find so far, the two should worship you. If I’m not mistaken, they’re plotting some type of scheme to please you in some variety.”
“Ok, Albus, why don’t you go back and keep digging?”
Albus stands up, “Very well Harry. I’ve sent an owl to Cornelius about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted. After the fiasco at the Ministry last month, I imagine he’ll do whatever it takes to get and hopefully stay in your good graces.” As Harry’s face darkens, Albus continues, “Please be very careful what you say to the press Harry, Fudge might well be an incompetent idiot who thinks about his own position first, but he’s not a Death Eater, no matter how he might act, nor is he an active threat. Always remember that replacing a leader in a time of war is never pleasant, easy, or without complications. If you pushed the issue, I have little doubt that you could have him removed from office, but I implore you to let me handle him. Also, if you would tell you guardians not to kill him, I’d appreciate it.”
Harry looks at Dumbledore for a moment, “I won’t say anything to the press about having him ousted; however, I also won’t endorse him. As to the ladies, why would the kill him?”
“Because he’s caused you pain and he’s upset you. Remember Harry, they are now more fanatical in their devotion to you then Dobby is.”
“Great, well, why don’t you send one of them up on your way out Albus, I’m getting a headache.”
Albus calmly walks down to the Dursley’s kitchen to find the sisters in a whispered conversation while Petunia is standing at the stove. “Excuse me Miss’ Black, but Harry wished to speak with one of you immediately.”
Two soft pop’s later, the sisters are gone. “Remember Petunia, the sisters will do what ever Harry says, if you cross him, anger him, or if he’s just feeling particularly vindictive, they will exact blood vengeance for him, unless he specifically tells them not to. I’d try and start making what amends you can soon,” with that he Apparates out.
Up in his room, Harry’s surprised to have two people Apparate in. He looks up just in time to see the sisters ditching their robes and kneeling in front of him.
“What do you wish our master,” says the kneeling blonde.
Harry massages his temples for a moment, “First, I forbid you to go after Fudge unless he’s physically attacking me, understood?” When the pair nods, he continues, “Second, do either one of you know anything that’ll help with a headache?”
The sisters look at each other, and then turn to face each other. They each hold up their right hand in a fist and place their left hand under it, palm up. They lift their fists up and bring them down twice, as they bring them down a third time, Narcissa suddenly flattens her hand while Bellatrix keeps a fist.
Narcissa smirks, “Paper wraps stone, I win.”
Her sister says, “Don’t gloat, just go have fun and help our master.”
Narcissa crawls over to Harry who has a dumbstruck expression on his face. As she starts to undo his fly, Harry asks, “What are you doing?”
Smirking up at her master, Narcissa reaches into Harry’s trousers and pulls out his flaccid prick. “Very simple master, never believe a woman who says she doesn’t want to have sex because of a headache. Intercourse actually helps get rid of the pain.” With that, she drops her head and takes Harry’s flaccid cock into her mouth. He starts to stiffen as Narcissa’s talented tongue goes to work, slowly and deliberately licking every square millimeter of the flesh in her mouth.
Harry moans as Narcissa pulls back on his engorged prick. Harry clenches his fists in the bed sheet as the blonde runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
As Bellatrix watches her sister give Harry a blow job, she suddenly smirks mischievously. She reaches behind her and quickly undoes the corset before slipping it off.
Harry’s eyes bug out as he watches Bellatrix remove her top, most of his attention is drawn back to his crotch as Narcissa gives his cock a rather hard suck, but he still has enough presence of mind to watch as Bellatrix walks towards her kneeling sister. He’s captivated as she reaches down and quickly removes her sisters’ skirt; he gasps as he realizes she’s not wearing any knickers.
Narcissa can’t help but wonder what her sister is up to as she feels Harry’s cock jump in her mouth. When she feels her skirt being removed she has a very good idea as to what’s about to happen; and she’s proven right.
Harry looses it when he sees Bellatrix kneel down behind Narcissa and give her bum a long lick.
Narcissa feels Harry’s cock swell as she feels a tongue run along the curve of her bum, before coming into contact with her soaked snatch. As he shoots in her mouth, Narcissa is careful not to swallow. After her master is spent, Narcissa let’s Harry slip from her mouth, careful to not spill a drop. She then turns around, grabs her sisters’ head and forces her into a deep kiss where she shares her prize with Bellatrix.
After a minute or so of kissing the sisters break apart to swallow their part of the prize. Narcissa looks towards Harry, “Are you feeling better master?”
Harry thinks for a moment before saying, “Yeah, the pains not gone, but it’s manageable. Thank you.”
Narcissa blushes, “It was my pleasure master. Now shall we see about food?”
“Good idea; Trixie, would you please pop down to the kitchen, fill three plates, and bring them up here.”
Bellatrix is up in a flash and says, “Gladly master.” She’s about to Apparate when her sister reminds her about her masters’ orders about attire.
With a sheepish look, Bellatrix quickly dons her robe and Apparates down to the kitchen while Narcissa quickly transfigures some discarded toys into a dinning room set just as a fuming Bellatrix pops back into the room.
“Master, are you quite sure I can’t hex those damnable Muggles?”
As he sits down, Harry says, “What did they do now?”
After the food is arranged and the sisters sit, after Bellatrix removes her robe and puts her corset back on, she says, “That fat walrus was awake when I went down there and he tried to grope my arse; and when I swatted his hand away, he tried to molest me, but I Apparated out before he could.”
Harry’s eyes are darkened with rage, how dare his uncle try and touch his property with out his permission. “Thank you Bellatrix, I will speak to my uncle soon.”
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, the ladies not speaking until spoken to and Harry trying to comprehend his reaction to Bellatrix’s news.
Finally, dinner is over and Narcissa gathers up the dishes and pops down to the kitchen, returning moments later to find her master glaring at her.
“What did I tell you about proper attire when leaving this room?” Harry’s voice is deadly low.
Narcissa blanches, “You are correct master, in my haste I forgot. What punishment do you wish to deliver or have delivered?”
Harry rubs his chin for a few moments while the internal debate rages. Finally, he reaches a compromise. “Strip bitch.” Harry’s appalled at his language as he watches Narcissa quickly disrobe.
When Narcissa is naked, she again kneels at Harry’s feet. “The first part is very simple, you’re forbidden from wearing any form undergarments for the next two days. The second part is that tomorrow, you are to act as aunt Petunia’s personal aid. You’ll do what she says, except neither of the male Dursleys are to touch you. Understood?”
“Yes master; will there be anything else master?”
Harry suddenly has a maniacal glint in his eye, “Yes there is. For tonight, you are forbidden from standing on two legs. You are to remain on your hands and knees until I wake up tomorrow.”
“It will be as you wish master.”
“Good, now go lay down.”
Narcissa crawls over to the foot of Harry’s bed and curls up as she lies down.
Harry looks at his clock, almost midnight. “Well Trixie, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
Harry quickly collects his night clothes and quietly heads to the bathroom where he changes into the clothes he brought, along with taking care of other bodily needs, before he heads back to his room.
Harry barely manages to get into his bed before he collapses into sleep.

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Fantasy

Awakening pt. 5 (1)

I touched down on the gravel drive outside Hannah’s house, the moonlight lighting my way as I looked at the house. Streams of golden light flickered through an upstairs curtain and as I levitated and held myself steady to wipe the curtains aside.
At first I wasn’t sure whether what I was seeing was a good or a bad thing. I had been planning on getting Hannah so horny that I would be able to mentally convince her that getting in bed with her sister wouldn’t be so bad. Unfortunately, as I pulled back the curtain with a gentle tug of power an incredible sight appeared before me.
Hannah was lying naked on her bed; her head tilted back, eyes closed with pleasure. Her round, bouncing boobs, were probably just under a handful, I remembered thinking the same thing as she wanked me off with her tits.
Her shaven, virgin pussy was obscured for two reasons, the first, was that from my position I was watching the events from the side, the second was because Hannah’s sister, Heather, had her head buried deep between Hannah’s legs.
My cock had, by now, began rising and nudging against the material imprisoning it. As I watched Heather’s head rise from her sister’s twat I glimpsed her round brown eyes and her large breasts.
Deciding I wanted I better view, I looked inside myself and flicked the switch that I’d mentally labelled ‘invisible’. Then, concentrating slightly I paused before I opened my eyes.
The sight that greeted me this time was pretty much the same, but this time I was standing on the shag-pile carpet of Hannah’s room, and the window that I had been watching through was now behind me.
Heather was Hannah’s older sister; she was around, 6ft with long brunette hair and brown eyes. Her boobs must have been at least twice the size of her younger sisters, and as heather left her sister’s twat and began pecking kisses up her body I got a glimpse of a wet cunt with light brown pubes.
Hannah smiled with her eyes still closed as her sister moved up her body and took her left boob entirely into her mouth, flicking her tongue across a perky tit.
I desperately wanted in on the action but I didn’t want to involve heather in my antics as a sex-fuelled demi-god.
Instead, as heather sucked on one of her tits, and Hannah thrust three fingers in and out of her slick pussy I amplified the pleasure reaching her brain.
She gasped and her eyes opened instantly as a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her young body.
I grinned she arched her back in the air and mouthed a scream. Finally, after her sister had rolled off of her, and her soaking cunt had slowly stopped leaking Hannah sat back against her pillows,
“I’m sorry Heth,” she apologised, “I didn’t feel it coming,” she didn’t look that sorry as she continued to play with one of her erect nipples.
“S’okay Hannah,” said her older sister looking mildly disappointed, “It’s a shame really,” she added, “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to show you my toys tomorrow,” Heather grinned as she left Hannah and Hannah’s face said she might just go and beg for her sister’s toy right now.
But before her brain could even began that thought process I slowly closed the door and whispered in her ear,
“Guess who? Slut.” Her eyes widened in terror and I slammed a hand over her open mouth before she could scream.
I was still invisible so she didn’t know who her captor was but as I spoke I still feared I’d give myself away,
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I whispered, her head shaking under my hand,
“Nod if I’m right,” I prompted but she remained still, the odd shiver giving away her fear,
“I SAID NOD!” I yelled in her ear, slapping her across the face. She nodded.
“Good,” I lowered my voice again, “And what happens to naughty girls?” I asked, grinning cruelly.
She couldn’t answer that question with her head so I slowly lifted up my hand, trusting her not to scream, silly me.
She opened her mouth wide and my hand clapped over the lower half of her face, cutting off the start of a piercing wail.
“Wrong answer!” I growled in her ear. Holding her mouth shut with a small bit of power, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach.
I shifted to the end of the mattress and grabbed her struggling ankles. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were hanging off and her waist was bent at the edge of the bed.
“Guess what’s next,” I growled as I thrust a finger up her arse and removed any shit with a burst of power.
Holding her still with power, I pulled off my top and lowered my trousers, kicking them in a corner.
Finally I was ready, and as I aimed my cock at her wide, dark hole I took a deep breath.
I ruthlessly rammed my cock straight up her back passage and gasped as I felt her tight arse muscles clamp onto my intruding rod.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her further onto my cock.
Pulled out, slowly at first, to let the muscles adjust, but, as soon as was un-painfully possible (for me at least,) I began ramming in and out of her backside.
I grunted as I pulled her backwards onto my cock, before pulling out and dragging her back onto my glistening cock.
The muscles gripping my tight rod never relented and even as I thrust ruthlessly in and out of her arse the muscles never failed to send waves of pleasure rippling through me.
I felt the blood pumping through her arse and after several minutes of ruthless anal rape I finally felt the tell-tale tensing of my balls.
I pulled her onto me one last time and groaned aloud as I launched my seed into her arse. I stood there for a minute, slowly pumping back and forward to let her tight anal muscles milk every last drop of spunk into her crack.
Finally I pulled out, and, as a made my round to the front end of the bed, an ecstatic grin was plastered across Hannah’s face.
“You liked that, huh?” I whispered in her ear, grinning as her eyes snapped open and the grin disappeared, she shook her head,
“N . . . N . . . No,” she whispered, barely audible behind her exhausted panting.
“Oh I think you did,” I grinned, flipping her over, “In fact,” I walked along the side of the bed, tracing a finger round her erect nipples and down towards her snatch, “I think you want some more, don’t you?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Wrong again,” I grinned as I reached the end of the bed and stepped between her legs.
I held her down with another burst of power and aimed my cock at her glistening hole.
Still aroused from its treatment by Hannah’s sister, her still pube-less cunt sat with its shining lips wide open, begging for my hardened 7 inch cock.
Her eyes widened as she saw what I was about to do, I lowered the intensity of power around her head and whispered in her ear,
“Beg for me,”
She gasped as my cock head broke through her cunt lips and violently tore through her cherry. I let her scream as her virginity was taken from her and as I built up a steady rhythm she started to cry.
I pumped in and out of her moist twat, her lips rubbing against my bulbous head. The sensitivity of my swollen dick sent me sky-high.
I felt every muscle clench my rock hard cock as it thrust deeper into her twat, I felt the blood rush through her cunt as the muscles allowed me to bury my cock to the hilt.
I thrust forward and grabbed hold of both her tits. Gripping them between my fingers I pulled harshly and twisted them, grinning cruelly as she let out another scream.
“I said BEG!” I growled, releasing her reddening tits.
“Ple . . . Please no,” she whimpered, panting as she fought to squeeze her legs together.
But her futile attempts only increased my pleasure more, her tight cunt gripping my cock like glue.
“Please . . . don’t . . . don’t cum in me,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks onto her neck and wetting the sheet behind her head.
Finally I felt the tightening in my balls; I thrust harder and faster as my seed burst out of my cock and deep into her cunt.
“Too late,” I managed to grunt, her tears flowing freely.
I continued to slide back and forwards until my limp dick had spurted the last of its load, when id finished I crawled up her, stopping to lick her tits.
I reached her mouth and kissed her, she resisted but I wriggled my tongue through her lips and as she squirmed to repel my invading tongue, the pleasure only seemed to increase.
I kissed her for at least a minute before sat back on her stomach, with my legs extended behind her head, my cock lying limp in her cleavage.
Hannah had given up fighting by now, and her hands began to creep up her chest,
“Oh no,” I whispered, “Not this time.”
I shuffled forward until my cock-head was nudging against her nose,
“Are you gonna be a good girl and clean up your mess?” I asked cruelly,
“H . . .How?” she whispered, “I cant even see you.” I laughed and turned myself visible, except for my head, that remained see-through, which must have been strange, having a headless guy rape you.
My dick hung over her open mouth, and she wobbled her jaw to let it fall in.
Her tongue went straight to work, licking the mixture of cum and fanny juices off my cock.
Her tongue drove fearlessly up and down my hardening shaft, licking the cum out of the ‘eye’ and cleaning my rod brilliantly.
Unfortunately my cock was in no shape to cum naturally, so with a burst of power, a huge flood of cum entered her mouth, flowing all down her cheeks, mixing with drying tears, and dripping onto her bed.
She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, but still I made the cum flow.
I cummed until my created seed covered her face and she had to wipe her eyes clean.
I went fully invisible and floated up above her, I took one last look of her naked form, leaking cum from all three holes.
I blinked and found myself back in my room. Then only seconds later I heard an insistent knocking at my door.
“Ryan, Ryan! You in there?” came the cry from Jess.
I know I said this one would involve everyone but I’ve decided to write it in four parts to get them submitted quicker = )
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Fantasy

Our liberating holiday – Part 3

If you have not read Parts 1 & 2 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read those first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 3.

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Courtney’s feet

Dan tries to get a grip on his newly found fetish for feet, which he does by weirdly obsessing over a girl in his class named Courtney. This is my first story so just bare with me…

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31Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirty One: Tootsies and Booksies
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Thirty One: Harry and Hermione’s book gets printed and an old threat returns to loom over our hero’s head.
Harry and Hermione were about to finish performing The Double-Up Ward for the photo session. They considered this ritual to be key to the different protections being offered in their book, as this particular ward increased the strength and efficiency of all the other wards placed on the house of the participants by nearly one-hundred percent. This ritual was also especially enjoyable to perform as it called for the use of three of Hermione’s favorite toys: her anal beads, ball-gag, and a leather covered paddle. These toys were tied, inserted, and whacked much to her pleasure. It also required that Harry take a double dose of virility potion because after he came in her cunny, he had to promptly remove the anal-beads and sodomize her. A task which our young hero felt was his privilege to complete.
While Harry simultaneously buggered and paddled his happily gagged girlfriend, Luna, who had retrieved the discarded anal beads, was sniffing the hard rubber toy out of intellectual curiosity while Ron wanked himself and snapped pictures of the sex ritual – fortunately, the magical camera only needed one hand to operate, allowing the red haired wizard to relieve himself without neglecting his responsibilities as photographer. A moment before Harry climaxed for the second time, another powerful orgasm hit Hermione. A touch of her drool had sprayed out of the corners of her mouth and the ball-gag as she screamed in ecstasy.
After unloading a warm, sticky and very personal present in Hermione’s naughty place, Harry unclasped and removed the ball-gag letting Hermione take in a long, shuttering breath. Luna placed the rubber toy under her arm so that she could applaud.
“Bravo,” cheered the blonde. “That was fantastic!”
“I can’t feel my toes,” commented Hermione, with a satisfied glow to her face and body. Of course, that glow was significantly more pronounced on her spanked bottom, but that should go without saying.
After helping Hermione stand and guiding her to a comfy chair, Harry asked his friends, “What ritual should we do next?”
“How about the Degnoming Ritual?” offered Luna after she checked the list of rituals.
Harry looked at his girlfriend, who was wriggling her toes while smiling and stating “Nope, still can’t feel them. You really did a good job, Harry,” and the wizard sighed. The fact that he had shagged a portion of his girlfriend numb would normally be a noteworthy benchmark for the young wizard. However, having numb toes would hinder the Degnoming Ritual. This meant that either they would have to wait for Hermione to recover, or let Ron and Luna be the couple to perform the ritual. This, in Harry’s opinion, didn’t bode well.
Picking up on Harry’s apprehension, Ron announced “Don’t worry, mate. Luna and I can do it.”
“Are you sure?” the black haired wizard asked dubiously. It was a very simple ritual to execute: the couple had to take the missionary, and the witch needed to have her toes spread out wide while the wizard had to bend his left knee and hold his left foot in the air throughout the ritual. Ron and Luna had already performed a few dozen of the simpler rituals that had been created for the book. Unfortunately, the married couple had performed less of a third of them correctly. Sometimes they didn’t hold the position properly or, on more than one occasion, Ron “missed” his target and penetrated the wrong tender entrance on his wife. These fouled up rituals led to some very bad side-effects, including fires, toilets overflowing and flooding the loo, and windows shattering to name a few disasters.
“How can we possibly muck this one up?” Ron asked rhetorically, dismissing Harry’s concerns.
Acknowledging that the Degnoming Ritual was the simplest procedure he and Hermione had created, Harry nodded his head – giving Ron the go-ahead – and took his place behind the camera. Harry shook his head in disappointment the moment Ron and Luna began making love. Ron kept kicking out his legs with each thrust, while Luna alternated between stretching out her toes and flexing them. Both of their actions utterly ruined the ritual. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Harry snapped a picture. He figured he would simply add these photos to the pile of Ron and Luna’s failed attempts.
Once the married couple had completed the botched ritual, Harry looked out one of the windows when he heard some odd grunts emanating from outside. Peering down, Harry saw scores and scores of ugly gnomes milling about the exterior of the Shrieking Shack. Instead of repelling gnomes from the house and surrounding area, the muffed ritual drew the pesky creatures toward it.
SoG SoG SoG
The sun began to set on Sunday night as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna cleaned up the Shack. This was a time consuming chore, seeing how the couples had sex scores of times all throughout the magically expanded house. Each room required several passes with cleaning charms in order to remove the ample amounts of semen and other sticky forms of residue that had accumulated during the previous three days.
While they each removed the various glamour charms and reverted to their natural appearances, Hermione asked Ron and Luna, “Do you want to go into Hogsmeade for something to eat?”
“No, you two go ahead. Ronald and I have some excess sexual energy to burn off,” Luna informed them.
“How can you have any more energy?” asked Harry. “We’ve all had so much sex over the last three days that I think my penis is in a coma.”
“I’m beat. I’m not even going to think about sex for a week,” agreed Hermione. Knowing his girlfriend and how utterly kinky she was, Harry doubted Hermione’s statement would hold up.
“My Ronald is a super-charged-love-bunny,” Luna said and she smiled happily. “He can go for days and days. I’d offer for you to watch, but you’ve seen us have sex one-hundred and twenty-one times since we began photographing the many rituals for the book.”
“You counted?” asked Harry in surprise.
“Of course I did. And Ronald gave me three hundred and twelve wonderful orgasms,” Luna returned lightly as if Harry’s question was silly. “I told you, my Ronald’s a super-charged-love-bunny.”
“What can I say; when you’ve got it, you’ve got it,” Ron said, his chest puffing up with pride. “C’mon sweetie, let’s make that three hundred and thirteen.”
“Oh, at least,” chirped Luna.
“Have fun you two,” said Harry and he led Hermione out of the Shrieking Shack. The moment the door closed, they could hear Ron and Luna’s moans of pleasure.
“Let’s go to Madam Puddifoots,” offered Hermione over Luna’s emphatic shout of “OH GOD YES! RIGHT THERE!”
“They serve food there?” asked Harry as he tried to ignore the loud squelching sound from behind the door.
“Sandwiches and the like, I believe,” Hermione said and led her boyfriend away from the noisy Shack.
When they entered the teashop, Harry was struck at how dark it was inside: only a few candles were lit. Harry assumed that this was intentional; the lack of light was supposed to enhance the romantic mood of the teashop. A plump and jolly witch, obviously Madam Puddifoot herself, greeted Harry and Hermione at the door and led them to a table.
“I’ve never been in here before,” commented Hermione in a hushed tone. Even though there was only one other couple in the restaurant, Hermione didn’t want anyone to be disturbed by – or listen in on – their conversation.
“This is my second time,” stated Harry. With a coy smile, he added playfully “You’re not going to pout and whine like Cho did, are you?”
“I’m no hosepipe, thank you very much,” the brunette said with a chuckle.
After the waitress took their order – Harry had butterbeer and a cucumber sandwich, while Hermione ordered elf-wine and a liverwurst and lettuce sandwich – Harry’s eyes adjusted enough to take in the shop. Tiny, cheap decorations littered the teashop and the damn cherubs that had been present when he and Cho had a date there were still all over the place. Then Harry noticed the only other customers; they were sitting against the wall a few feet away, looking into each other’s eyes.
“Courtney? Malfoy?” he asked in surprise.
“What are you two doing here?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, just going on a date,” informed Courtney. She had a pleasant – but naughty – smile on her lips whereas Draco looked like he was in some duress. Sweat coated his deeply furrowed brow, and his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His eyes, which were firmly fixed on the Auror in training, were half closed but they burned intensely.
“Is he okay?” asked Harry.
“Oh, yeah, he’s just peachy,” announced Courtney. To prove this point, the witch bent over, took hold of the edge of the tablecloth, and flipped it up over their empty plates. Because of the darkened interior of the teashop, Harry couldn’t see the area under the table too clearly. All he could tell was that Courtney’s shoes were off and had been placed to the side. He strained his eyes in order to see what Courtney was trying to show them.
“Here, let me give you a hand,” offered Courtney. She pulled out her wand and pointed it under the table. “Lumos.”
The image Harry saw when the beam of light from Courtney’s wand illuminated the space under the table both amazed and shocked him. Courtney had her bare feet in Draco’s lap. And there, in between her feet, was ‘Draco, Jr.’ so to speak. For several seconds, Harry couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene before him. He was transfixed by the aforementioned amazing and shocking sight. Courtney worked her feet, rubbing, stroking, and massaging Draco’s hard shaft. Her toes flexed and she deftly pinched his spongy crown between her surprisingly dexterous digits. Using the arch of her left foot to hold Draco’s cock in place, Courtney dragged the ball and toes of her right down the underside of his shaft. The blond wizard rolled his head back and groaned as Courtney squeezed his manhood between her feet.
Mercifully, Harry was finally able to look away. It didn’t bother him that Courtney was giving a bloke a foot-job. What was troubling Harry was the fact that the John Thomas that Courtney was rubbing with her feet belonged to Draco. That would scare any rational person, he thought.
In order to avert his eyes from the sight, Harry fixed his gaze on Hermione. Unlike Harry, Hermione was unable to look away. Her expression was a mixture of interest, wonder, and disgust – Harry felt it was safe to assume that she felt interest and wonder over Courtney’s talented tootsies and the same level of disgust that Harry had over seeing Draco’s exposed and erect member.
“That’s amazing, Courtney,” congratulated Hermione with her nose scrunched up in distaste.
“It’s not too shabby, is it?” the Auror in training said with pride. “Some girls can tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue. I can use my toes to unzip a bloke’s trousers, pull his beef out, and wank him off. Which do you think is the more useful talent out of the two?”
Then, Draco grunted loudly and Courtney giggled girlishly. Clearly he had just blown his load and shot it all over her feet and shins.
Hermione politely applauded and stated, “You are a master, Courtney.”
“Thank you,” the witch replied and bowed her head, accepting Hermione’s praise. “Watch this.”
He knew he was going to regret it, but Harry couldn’t help but turn his attention back to the other couple. He watched as Courtney took hold of Draco’s softening member between her feet, she pushed the fleshy organ back into his trousers, and then she pinched his zipper between her first two toes and zipped his trousers shut.
“Ta-da!” cheered Courtney, throwing her arms over her head triumphantly.
“So I take it you two have hit it off?” asked Hermione.
Draco blushed and smiled demurely. The fact that Harry could refer to another bloke’s expression with such feminine terms frightened our hero. Did Harry subconsciously detect a touch of femininity in his school-nemesis? Harry gulped; perhaps he wasn’t out of the dreaded “Draco wants to bugger me” predicament as he had previously thought.
“No, we’re horrible together,” Courtney playfully replied to the brunette’s question. “Of course we hit it off, you silly witch! Do I need to show you his spunk on my feet as evidence to prove this?”
“Please don’t,” Hermione winced.
“Well, you two enjoy your dinner,” Courtney said and stood. She took the blond wizard’s hand and guided him out of his seat. “Draco and I are going to take care of his virginity problem.”
“Courtney,” Draco said with embarrassment.
“And just think, a few days ago you believed that Harry would be the one to pop your cherry,” Courtney returned impishly. Draco’s blush deepened. “Of course, that would’ve happened after you buggered him.”
At this point, Draco was such a brilliant red that he looked as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the Gobi Desert and had received a severe sunburn from the exposure. This change in complexion warned Harry that Draco was not ashamed of his failed plan to woo and seduce the black haired wizard. In fact, Harry assumed that his school-nemesis was nervous and a little embarrassed by it, but not opposed to it. Harry’s concern that Draco still held a flame for him worsened. As Draco’s face continued to glow, Harry’s turned pale.
“Ta’,” Courtney said with a wave and she led Draco out of the tea shop. While the other couple was still within earshot, Harry could hear Courtney say affectionately to the blond wizard, “I’m going to conjure up a bit of silk ribbon and tie it around the base of your cock – not only to wrap it as a present to myself, but to help you from cumming too quickly.”
Harry, who was still fretting over Draco’s dubious orientation, had not noticed the naughty look in his girlfriend’s eyes. He was drawn out of his bothersome thoughts when he felt a pair of bare feet slide into his lap.
“Err, what are you doing?” he asked as Hermione’s feet fumbled gently on his crotch.
“Trying something new,” she replied. Harry recalled his earlier assumption that his kinky girlfriend had spoken too soon when she said earlier she wouldn’t even think about sex for days. The show that Courtney had given them had only encouraged Hermione and her sexually adventurous streak. After a moment of clumsy motions of attempting to grab hold of his zipper between her toes, she requested “Open your trousers and pull ‘Harry, Jr.’ out.” It appeared that Hermione was concentrating on the task at foot to use the proper term for penis and had instead used Harry’s pet nickname for his manhood.
Not being one to pass an opportunity at any form of sex, Harry willingly did as requested. Hermione held the tip of her tongue between her teeth and had one eye shut in concentration. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was just starting to wake up – the organ was more than eager to try something new – when something horrible happened. You see, if either Harry or Hermione had asked Courtney, she would’ve possibly told them that they needed to practice a bit before jumping right into the delicate art of a foot-job. Perhaps some time spent using a banana in proxy for the real thing until Hermione got the required gentle force and dexterity down. Unfortunately, the young couple discovered first hand (or is that first foot in this case?) that without hours of trial and error performed on inanimate objects to learn the intricacies of foot-jobs, mistakes happen. The particular mistake that Hermione committed dealt with her losing control and accidentally dropping the heel of her foot on Harry’s tender and hypersensitive testicles.
When the waitress came back with the two sandwiches and drinks, she must have been quite surprised to see Hermione who had her wide, guilt-filled eyes fixed on Harry as he had his head on the table with tears of pain welling up in his eyes.
Once the waitress left, Hermione asked “I’m going to have to work a lot to make this up to you, aren’t I?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Harry half groaned, half whimpered.
SoG SoG SoG
For the next two weeks, all of Hermione’s free time was entirely devoted to writing the book and serving her punishment for accidentally dropping her foot on Harry’s genitals. This retribution was paid with blowjobs while he ate breakfast, intense spanking sessions after morning lessons before lunch, anal sex in cupboards after dinner, and tittie-shagging before they fell asleep. As punishments went, Hermione thought hers were fairly enjoyable – especially the buggering and paddling.
It was decided upon by Harry and Hermione that since most of the photos of Luna and Ron showed the improper way to perform the rituals that the magical pictures of the married couple would be used in the book as warnings in a “Do Not Attempt the Rituals This Way” section. Each of that pair’s photos would contain alerts, notifying the reader the dangers of performing the ritual incorrectly. Such as drawing gnomes in droves or setting the house on fire.
To create the various pages of the book, Hermione used Sticking Charms to attach a photo onto a piece of parchment. She would then write lengthy directions, precautions, and a list of benefits under the photos. Even using wizarding photographs, some rituals needed multiple photos and several pages of directions, warning, and benefits. Once she was finished writing each page, she cast a special charm to turn her writing into block letters to make it look professional.
Finally, after hundreds of pages were composed and properly illustrated, Hermione set her quill down and announced proudly, “My first book is finished!” This was promptly followed by the brunette witch growling like a hungry puma and pouncing on Harry before shagging his brains out.
“CALL ME AN AUTHOR AND SLAP MY BOTTOM!” she cried out as she pounded herself on Harry’s lap, forcibly driving ‘Harry, Jr.’ into her sex.
SoG SoG SoG
“Luna, have you talked to your father about printing our book yet?” Hermione asked during lunch the next day.
“Yes, he informed me through a post I received yesterday that he’s made the necessary changes to switch the printer so that it can print and bind books,” the blonde said with a dreamy smile. “We can start this weekend.”
“That will be fabulous,” Hermione said. Her voice was a touch husky with a hint of lust.
“We still have to settle on a name then shouldn’t we?” asked Harry. “We can’t print a book without a title.”
“I know,” Ron stated. “How about ‘Ron Weasley and the -”
“No, Ron!” Hermione said, cutting him off irritably. “We’ve been through this already.”
“Mate,” Harry began, “you have to remember the book is not about you. It’s never been about you. I don’t know why you or anyone would think that the book focuses on you.”
“If anyone should have their name before the title, it should be Harry’s,” Hermione continued. “It was because his love power base that we stumbled upon the original book. And he’s the one who came up with the plan to write a new one to help the people of wizarding Britain. So if the book’s title was going to contain anyone’s name, it would read ‘Harry Potter and the…’. Definitely not ‘Ron Weasley and the…’”
“They’re right, Ronald,” Luna added, soothing her husband before he could retort with one of his illogical and baseless arguments. “Anyway, we were using disguises and aliases. So even if this was an alternate reality where the book inexplicably ended up focusing on you, it could never be a story about ‘Ron Weasley’.”
“I think we should use the title Harry suggested but with a minor change,” speculated Hermione. “I think we should call it ‘Books of Love Magic: Volume One’.”
“Wait – ‘Volume One’? Do you mean you plan on writing more?” asked Harry. The dark and lustful look in Hermione’s eyes told him her answer as well as informing him that they would be devising and practicing new rituals for the next book within a few hours.
“How do we plan on selling it?” asked Luna.
“Well, Alicia works at Franklin’s of Cardiff, so we can probably sell it there,” offered Harry, slightly distracted by the lusty look in his girlfriend’s eyes – which were growing darker and darker with want and desire by the second. So much so that Harry had to reassess his estimated time. Judging by the look his lover was giving him, he assumed that the moment they stepped out of the Great Hall, Hermione would drag Harry to a nearby broom cupboard. The notion of being a published author was making Hermione so randy that Harry reckoned that his lover must have been practically dripping by that point. Of course, the mere idea of his lover being so turned on caused Harry to become aroused himself.
“And we should have Fred and George market it,” Ron added, clearly happy to add something useful to promote the plan, for a change. “After all, they do a bang up job promoting the joke shop. I think they’d do wonders for the book.”
“That would be great,” Harry agreed. “After we stop by Luna’s dad’s, we’ll head over to the twins’ shop and talk to them about it.”
“This will be wonderful!” cheered Luna. “As to which one of us should get top billing so to speak, I think since Hermione has done all of the work, her nom de plume should get be first, with our names listed as her co-contributors at best.”
Bolstered by Luna’s declaration making her the main author, Hermione dropped all pretenses and snaked her hand into Harry’s trousers. After his lover gave ‘Harry, Jr.’ a squeeze and a stroke, Harry decided to copy Hermione’s actions and he slid his hand up her skirt, pushed his fingers under her knickers, and wriggled into her moist folds. After all, Harry prided himself on fair-play and being a gentleman. And if he didn’t slide two fingers deep into her already hot, wet, and quivering sex while she wanked him off, it would be rude and inconsiderate of him.
“You two are so deliciously kinky!” cheered Luna, knowing full well what Harry and Hermione were doing in the middle of the crowded Great Hall. “Just like Stripped-Kildrickles during mating session!”
“Luna, would you mind casting a Silencing Charm on Hermione?” requested Harry as his lover closed her eyes in near ecstasy. “You know how much of a screamer she is.”
“Oh, poo,” bemoaned Luna with an exaggerated pout. “Hermione’s boisterous cries of passion are very entertaining. Not hearing her scream out ‘Sweet Baby Maeve’ every so often would be a dreadful disappointment for me.”
“We’ll make it up to you later,” Hermione groaned out.
“I want arse-to-mouth,” demanded the blonde dreamily. “That’s how you can make it up to me. I get to watch Harry bugger you, Hermione, then he has to cum in your mouth and you must swallow like the dirty witch you are.”
“Luna!” Harry said in shock and scandal.
“”Fine, just have a mouth-cleansing charm ready for me afterwards,” Hermione said. Clearly she was not shocked or scandalized in the slightest over this demand. In fact, her eyes darkened even more. Obviously, Hermione was keen to try this new and naughty activity. Harry eyed his girlfriend appreciatively: would there ever be a time where he wouldn’t be amazed at just how kinky Hermione could be?
Having gotten her way, Luna giggled triumphantly before twirling her wand and casting the Silencing Charm on Harry and Hermione. The timing of this charm was impeccable, for Hermione cried out a mere second after it was cast. Judging by how much she flowed into his hand, Harry guessed that her scream would’ve echoed off the walls.
If the charm was not in place, Harry knew that loud squelching sounds would be emanating from Hermione. Her honey dripped off of his fingers as he continued to pump and rub away. Of course, Harry was not one to point fingers – even if those fingers weren’t busy stimulating his lover. He, too, was making wet squelching sounds. Thanks to his girlfriend’s firm and loving touch, sizable amounts of pre-cum dripped out of ‘Harry, Jr.’s eye.
While he stimulated Hermione and she him, Harry scanned his fellow students gathered in the Great Hall. Once in a while, someone would look in Harry and Hermione’s direction. Thankfully, these people seemed not to notice what the couple was doing despite their bright red and sweat covered faces. Everyone was too caught up in their own dealings to have noticed the impromptu hand-job session occurring at the Gryffindor table.
Luna had her elbows on the table and chin perched on her hands and she watched Harry and Hermione happily. There was a joyous twinkle in her eyes and a pleased grin on her face. It was clear that Luna had openly embraced her new voyeur leanings. When Hermione’s second climax struck, the blonde witch complimented Harry at his task; “Harry, you’re doing a splendid job.”
Obviously, both Ron and Luna were enjoying the show. However, whereas Luna was merrily content to watch, Ron looked as if he was having difficulty not masturbating himself right there and then. The wizard’s hands kept clenching into fists while beads of sweat blossomed all over his face.
Noticing her husband’s discomfort, Luna said in a soothing voice, “That erection of yours must be terribly uncomfortable, dear. Your penis is confined in your trousers, all scrunched up, throbbing away, and begging for release. I, too, am aching just watching. But since you and I aren’t as adventurous as Harry and Hermione, we can’t take care of our urges here in public. Once they finish, I’ll take you to a cupboard and we’ll fix our problems.”
Finally, Harry shot his load down his trouser leg. Being the naughty witch that she was, Hermione made a show of licking her fingers.
Harry was about to make a comment regarding how lucky he was to have Hermione as a lover when he noticed something he had not seen before. From his seat at the Slytherin table, Draco had his grey eyes firmly locked on Harry. The blond wizard had a coy, impish smile while he winked theatrically at Harry.
“Um, we have to talk to Courtney and see how things went with Malfoy,” Harry gulped.
“You just got wanked by your girlfriend and the first thought you have is about Malfoy?” Ron asked snidely. “You can’t be that interested in that git’s love life, can you?”
“If it will save me from being buggered, then yes, I am interested.”
SoG SoG SoG
After explaining that they were leaving the castle for an important, yet ambiguous, errand, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ron used McGonagall’s fireplace to floo-travel to the Lovegood home.
Taking Luna’s odd intricacies into account, Harry was expecting that the Lovegood home would be unique to say the least and attempted to prepare himself for this. Despite this preparation, what Harry saw while picking himself off the floor after he gracelessly tumbled out of the floo shocked him.
Doilies.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of round lace and linen doilies of every size and design littered the house. There were doilies carefully placed under each foot of every piece of furniture. Instead of throw pillows, frilly doilies lovingly graced the squashy chairs and couch. Dozen were placed on top of books as dust covers and some small doilies were placed in several books as page-markers. Scores were hung from the walls like fine pieces of art. Some of the larger cloth circles were placed strategically like stepping stones on the floor to guide guest to the kitchen and loo.
“Daddy has a penchant for doilies. He’s collected quite a number of them,” informed Luna conversationally as if everyone had such a peculiar hobby.
“I… I can see that,” Harry said in wide-eyed wonder.
A wizard with a touch of grey in his blond hair came bounding out of the hallway. The wizard, obviously Luna’s father appeared perfectly normal and sane. But the doily that he wore at a jaunty angle on top of his head in lieu of a hat shattered this appearance.
“Luna, my darling daughter!” he greeted the blonde witch with an affectionate hug.
“Hello, Daddy!” she returned and kissed his cheek.
“Now, dear, I’ve made the necessary adjustments to the printer so that it will make books instead of my highly informative and entertaining newspaper,” stated Mr. Lovegood. “But I can’t stay around and help you out. There’s a wonderful doily convention in Berlin that I simply must attend. They’ll be displaying the new Smithenhoff pattern today and I can’t miss that!”
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll handle everything,” Luna said cheerfully.
“Brilliant! Well, then, I’m off!” Mr. Lovegood said before dashing to the fireplace. He threw a pinch of floo into the flames and shouted “The Berlin Convention Centre!” before disappearing.
“The printer is this way,” stated Luna, leading the others down into the house’s cellar. Of course, the steps leading down to the cellar were covered with doilies, much like the rest of the house.
A massive contraption made out of wood, iron, and rock with steam-pipes, bells, knobs, dials, and leavers dominated the cellar. On one end of the device was a small drawer and the opposite side had a hole that opened onto a conveyor belt.
“It’s fairly simple to operate; you put the source material into this drawer,” said Luna, pointing to the drawer. “Then the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will copy, print, and bind the material. The finished product will come out on the conveyor belt.
“Is the book ready? Everything is in order the way you want it?” Luna asked Hermione.
“Yes,” Hermione replied. The brunette witch pulled the large, neat, and orderly stack of parchment that she had worked so tirelessly on out of her bag and handed it to Luna. “But I haven’t made a book cover yet.”
“Oh that’s simple; the patented Lovegood Publishing Apparatus will make one for us,” the blonde replied and took the stack of parchment from Hermione and set it in the drawer. She turned back to Hermione and asked, “How does a nice faux-leather cover dyed light red sound to you?”
“That would be lovely,” Hermione answered with a smile.
Luna pulled out her wand and tapped the machine several times in a seemingly random pattern for several seconds. Then the machine began to make a groaning noise that reminded Harry of the sounds that would emanate from Dudley’s stomach when the obese boy had not eaten his weight in bacon for a period of longer than four hours. The drawer closed on its own and the groaning grew louder and louder. The machine began to vibrate and shake violently. In a matter of moments, the machine made a loud, wet, belching sound and a large red book dropped out of the opening and landed on the conveyor belt.
With a noticeable tremble in her hands, Hermione carefully picked up the freshly printed book. Lovingly, she caressed its face which bore in elegant, gold lettering; “Books of Love Magic, Volume One by Mona Puckle with Tim Hunter, Neil Gaiman, and Perky Weatherby.” With her eyes shimmering, she looked at Harry and euphorically announced, “I’m an author!”
Directly after this proclamation, Hermione had an orgasm so powerful that her knees gave way. Hermione loved books so much that holding one that she actually wrote was enough to send her to the heights of physical rapture. The machine belched again and another book was deposited on the conveyor belt. And Hermione groaned even louder. Harry watched intently as his lover moaned and trembled while clutching the book to her breast. And needless to say, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was urgently suggesting that they should go over there, pull Hermione’s knickers down, and help with her orgasms. This seemed like a novel idea to Harry; after all, he was Hermione’s boyfriend and it was his right as such to participate and share in her orgasms.
When the fourth book was printed – corresponding with Hermione’s fourth orgasm – Luna advised, “Perhaps we should take Hermione out of here? It seems that she’s having a climax every time a book is printed. Not that I don’t enjoy watching her ecstasy – which I truly do – but I think that Hermione may be in danger of dying of dehydration. This is a likely outcome since we’re going to print eight hundred copies in this initial run.” Luna’s stating of the projected number of copies triggered yet another body jarring climax for Hermione.
After scooping her up in his arms, Harry carried Hermione out of the cellar. While they walked up the stairs, Hermione continuously shivered and muttered, “I’m an author! – OH! – I’m an author! – OH!”
SoG SoG SoG
Once Hermione recovered – which included a quick yet completely shattering shag where she had clutched her book to her bosom and had wrapped her legs around Harry as he pounded away at her and the brunette shouted “I’M AN AUTHOR!” continuously, then a shower – the two couples made their way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Instead of the standard bell chiming when the door open, a loud, obnoxious, pants-staining fart sounded as the four friends walked into the shop.
Much like every other store in Diagon Alley, the twins’ shop was devoid of customers. The threat of Voldemort and his minions had scared everyone into hiding in their homes.
Obviously drawn to the sound of the unique door “chime,” Fred came strolling around the corner.
“Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” he greeted the two couples.
“Fred, why are you wearing a blindfold?” asked Harry curiously.
“Ah, it’s you, Harry,” stated Fred without removing his blindfold. “Are there any witches of… ahem, advanced age with you?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s just me, Hermione, Ron, and Luna,” Harry informed.
“Brilliant! George, it’s safe to come out!” Fred called out while tugging off his blindfold. He blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the light.
“What’s with you two?” demanded Ron.
“It’s bloody Remus,” Fred began hotly as his twin took his place at his side.
“He pranked us back at Ginny’s birthday,” added George with an equal amount of anger to his voice.
“Ever since then, we’ve been forced to see through old witches’ clothing.”
“Do you have any idea of how much tits sag on a ninety year-old witch?” asked Fred.
“We do regrettably,” answered George, and both twins shivered in disgust.
Harry and Hermione shared a guilty look. It appeared that the little prank they pulled on Fred and George months ago was still in effect. Perhaps Harry’s power-boost had an unforeseen result, extending the length of the short-term spell.
“And the worst part is that Remus claims he had nothing to do with it,” continued Fred.
“Yeah, says he couldn’t have done it cause he wasn’t even there that night,” George stated.
“But we know he’s a Marauder. Little things like that wouldn’t stop him from pulling a prank.”
“So you two answer the door to your shop with blindfolds on, just in case your customer is an old witch?” asked Luna.
“It’s a necessary precaution in order not to see drooping and sagging bits and pieces,” answered George sagely.
An idea popped up in Harry’s head. He gave Hermione a look that told her to play along. But this look also asked Hermione to remain silent because Harry was about to lie. And since his lover was such a horrible liar, he knew that if she tried to help Harry, she’d give everything away and ruin his plan. The black haired wizard turned back to the twins and offered, “What if we convinced Remus to lift the curse?”
“That would be bloody fantastic!” cheered Fred.
“Too right, we’d owe you so much if you could do that,” George said.
“That’s great because we need a favor from you two,” stated Harry.
“If you got Remus to end this horrific and penis-shriveling prank, I’ll convince Fred to go down on you,” offered George. To which Fred nodded his head enthusiastically. Clearly, the continual shock of seeing every elderly witch naked had taken its toll on the twins; they were willing to do anything in order for it to end.
“Well, instead of sickening sexual favors, how about you two just promote a book for me?” Harry asked.
“What kind of a book?” one of the twins asked.
“A book on sex magic,” answered Harry as he handed Fred one of the copies.
Fred thumbed through the book with George looking over his shoulder. “Merlin, we heard about the Pensieves you two passed around Hogwarts, but we didn’t realize that you had grown so bloody kinky,” said George as he eyed one of the many photos in the book.
“That’s not us,” objected Hermione. “They’re friends of ours. You wouldn’t know them.”
As stated previously, Hermione was a poor liar. One might easily argue that the witch was a pathetic fibber. Her voice, which was warbling noticeably, was much higher than normal and her face burned a bright red as she denied George’s assumptions. Of course, this only served to confirm said assumption.
“Cor, Hermione, you’re a nimble minx,” commented Fred after turning another page.
“I swear this will help us get over the trauma of seeing naked decrepit witches,” added George while looking at one of the pictures with wide, impressed eyes.
“SWEET BUGGERING MORGAN LA FEY!” exclaimed Fred after he turned further into the book. “It’s always the smart witches, isn’t it?”
With a proud smile on his lips and in his eyes, George walked to Harry and hugged him. George said with naked pride, “Hang on to her, my boy. Don’t let her go.”
“Getting back to the matter at hand,” Hermione interrupted. Fred turned the book on its edge so that he could get a better angle on one of the photos. “Any suggestions as to how you two can promote this book?”
“Oh, we have some – SHE SWALLOWS?” cried out Fred. Once again, George pulled Harry into a tight embrace and spoke softly and earnestly, “Do not ever let her go. Every bloke should cherish a bird that does anal and swallows.”
“Hey, so does Luna!” Ron offered, clearly hoping to earn some of his brothers’ praise.
“She does?” George asked in awe.
“Where the hell do you two find such magnificently adventurous and open minded witches?” Fred asked Ron and Harry. “And can you find a set for George and me?”
“The last time we asked a bird if we could bugger her, she slapped us in the face and we never heard from her again,” explained George.
“Wait, ‘we’ and ‘us’?” Harry asked. “Don’t tell me both of you were asking the same girl at the same time?”
“Why not?”
“We’re twins.”
“We do everything together.”
“Even the same witch.”
“Yeah, they’ve got three holes after all and there are two of us.”
“Plenty of entry points, if you ask us.”
“Course we’ve only had access to two of those holes and, unlike Harry and our dear brother, have been denied the third, and most prized, hole.”
“How are you going to promote it?” interrupted Hermione, hoping not to hear any more on how much the twins shared.
“We’ll think of something,” replied the twins in unison.
“Where do you plan on selling this?” asked Fred. “It’s not like Flourish and Blotts will carry this.”
“We were thinking about Franklin’s of Cardiff,” answered Harry. “Alicia works there.”
“Speaking of which, we better head over there and see if she’ll even sell the book before you two start making plans on how to hype it,” Hermione said to the twins.
“Oh, don’t worry. We won’t be thinking of any plans today,” George said.
“Yeah, we’ll be wanking like mad over this book for the next few hours or so,” added Fred.
“Hey, you do realize that one of the blokes in those pictures is me, right?” Ron asked, shaken over the notion that his brothers were planning on pleasuring themselves over photos that depicted him.
“Don’t worry, dear brother,” assured Fred. “We won’t wank while looking at you.”
“We will, however, gladly and unreservedly wank while ogling your wife,” offered George.
“She’s got wonderful knockers,” complimented Fred.
“Epic, they are,” added George.
“Why, that’s so sweet,” Luna said sincerely while blushing at Fred and George’s crude compliments. “I’d pop open my blouse and give you a live viewing of them out of appreciation of your kind words. But as you’re Ronald’s brothers, that’d be inappropriate to do.”
Before the twins could voice a protest, Harry asked the top-heavy blonde, “If you don’t mind, could I take a gander?”
“Of course I don’t mind, Harry. Don’t even hesitate to ask,” Luna said with a genuine smile. “Once we’re out of view of the twins, I’ll open my blouse and you can look to your heart’s content.”
“Wait a tick, Harry and Ron are best friends,” Fred began to argue.
“They’re practically brothers,” continued George.
“And we need to see a set of young breasts…”
“… especially after being forced to see ancient witches’ sagging tits for months.”
“I’m sorry to say there’s a whole world of difference between ‘like a brother’ and ‘is a brother’,” Luna pointed out, denying the twins’ request yet again.
“I say you show ‘em,” offered Ron. “Just so they can see just what I get to play with every night.”
“And every morning,” corrected Luna, “as well as most afternoons. But since you’ve given me permission to expose myself to your brothers, I’ll gladly do it. After all, I do so love letting my breasts out in the open air.”
“Prepare to be amazed,” Harry told the twins.
Luna presented her covered chest to Fred and George and theatrically threw her blouse open. The twins’ eyes bounced in time with Luna’s own “twins” as her giant orbs sprang free.
“Oh, those are…” Fred muttered.
“Spectacular,” stated George.
“Now remember, look but don’t touch,” Ron warned. “As her husband, I’m the only one who can touch her titties.”
“Besides me that is,” announce Hermione, as she stepped up behind Luna. The brunette wrapped her arms around Luna’s sizable chest and playfully pinched both of her large nipples for everyone to see. This action caused Luna to giggle, which in turn caused her to jiggle.
The twins and Ron’s faces went white as sheets as every ounce of blood raced to their respective organs to reinforce their rapidly growing erections caused by the sight of one witch playing with another’s boobs. Harry knew this was happening to the Weasley brothers because the exact same thing was happening to him.
“Um, okay, we’ll get started on ideas to promote your book,” George said in a very small voice.
“That is after we’ve wanked ourselves raw,” Fred, whose voice was equally small, adjusted.
“That goes without saying,” concluded his twin.
“While you two are doing that, we’ll take our witches into a dark alley and have them take care of our erections,” teased Harry.
“Rub it in, why don’t you,” Fred said with a touch of envy.
“That’s a wonderful idea!” cheered Hermione. “I’ll have Harry cum on my bottom and he can rub it in.”
The twins were about to make a witty retort, but another of Hermione’s frolicsome pinches of Luna’s nipples took their breath away.
“Enjoy masturbating,” teased Harry as he led his lover and their friends out of the shop.
“We will,” replied Fred and George.
SoG SoG SoG
At Franklin’s of Cardiff, Harry told Alicia about the book while Hermione, Luna, and Ron browsed the toy section of the sex shop. Every once in a while, Harry could hear Hermione giggle excitedly – presumably she would do this over some new sex toy or product.
“You two are certainly kinky aren’t you?” Alicia asked while scanning through the book.
Realizing that denying the truth would be pointless, Harry forged ahead and asked, “Do you think you could sell the book here?”
“Sure, little good it will do,” she replied. “I haven’t had a customer in days. And the last one only bought a pair of discounted knickers and nothing else. Most days, it doesn’t pay to even open the doors.”
“We’ve got Fred and George on marketing,” informed Harry. “Hopefully they’ll be able to raise interest.”
“That should be interesting. Knowing those two, it should be something big and spectacular,” Alicia commented. The witch paused on one page in particular and her eyes bulged. She held it up so Harry could see the picture, and asked, “Didn’t this hurt?”
“You have to stretch up a bit before you try it. There are a few exercises in the first chapter so that you and your boyfriend can do it without hurting yourselves,” Harry informed, not bothered in the slightest about giving hints on sexual positions to his former Quidditch teammate.
Hermione finally came running up to the counter and deposited an armful of toys and gadgets.
“Looks like you’re going to be busy tonight, Harry,” Alicia commented as she tallied up all of Hermione’s toys. The witch paused and held up a rubber plug and announced “From what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen in this book, I’m positive you’ll like this one.”
After Harry paid for Hermione’s toys, Alicia sniffed the air and asked “Why do you lot smell of sex?”
“That’s because Ronald and I, as well as Harry and Hermione, had sex in the alley just before we came in,” explained Luna. “Harry came on Hermione’s bottom.”
“Ah, that’s why the odor is so potent,” Alicia said with a smile.
SoG SoG SoG
After stopping in their chambers, where Harry stuffed one of Hermione’s new toys – a ribbed, pink, bum-plug – up her bottom, the young couple made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. As they walked… well, as Harry walked and Hermione limped – he proudly commented, “You are such a kinky girl.”
“And you love it,” Hermione said with a smile.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Then you better heed the twins’ suggestion: ‘Never let me go,’” she said with no shame as the plug wriggled in her bottom with each step.
“Oh, I’ll never let that happen,” Harry said and placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Jokingly, he added, “It would be downright stupid of me to let a girl who likes to swallow leave.”
“And don’t forget buggering,” offered a familiar voice. Courtney strolled around the corner and clarified, “Never let a girl go who likes to get bum-shagged. They’re definitely a keeper.”
“Very true,” Hermione said with a nod.
“Speaking of buggery; is that why you’re walking with a limp?” Courtney asked as she fell in step with the teen lovers. “Did Harry roger you so hard that he hobbled you?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I have a rather large and exceedingly pleasant plug up my bottom,” Hermione answered. Brazenly, the brunette added; “Although, after supper, Harry’s going to spank me silly, pop the plug out, and then shag me so hard that I’ll be limping even without the plug.”
“Both of you are so wildly naughty,” Courtney congratulated. “Even if Draco and I had sex in every cupboard in the castle – which we’re trying to do before term is up, it’s important to set goals – we’ll never reach the lofty heights you two have set.”
Harry stopped walking and asked in a serious, but nervous tone, “Ah, Courtney, about Draco. He’s still giving me the ‘eye.’”
“Oh, that,” Courtney said with a cute blush to her cheeks. “I wasn’t completely correct when I said Draco wasn’t a poofter. After some ‘probing,’” she said the word knowingly, “I’ve changed my assessment – Draco’s mostly not-gay. I’d say he’s about twenty to thirty percent light in the loafers. This makes him mostly straight, I’m more than happy to say.”
Harry gulped fearful over the notion that Malfoy was gay – even if it was only twenty or thirty percent.
“How did you come to that conclusion?” Hermione asked. She, too, was fearful over this development. Of course she wasn’t as worried as Harry. But then again, she wasn’t the one Malfoy wanted to bugger.
“Well, have you ever heard of pegging?” the Auror in training asked.
“No,” Harry and Hermione both replied.
“Well, then, I can’t tell you what it is, because it’ll probably give Hermione some ideas,” Courtney informed. She explained “But, pegging doesn’t make a bloke gay, necessarily. However, the words and phrases of encouragement that Draco was saying – or rather shouting at the top of his lungs – kind of told me he still craves some stiff man-meat. A rather specific man’s meat, if you follow my meaning. If you don’t, I’m referring to Harry’s meat.”
Again, Harry gulped. This time, he swallowed a mouthful of hot bile that had been threatening to escape.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” Courtney said comfortingly. “I’m just the girl to keep him from trying to hump you.” She patted Harry on the shoulder and said cheerfully; “Speaking of which – I’m off to go shag my blond-boy-toy! There’s a bunch of cupboards on the third floor we haven’t fucked in yet!”
With a happy trot, Courtney left Harry and Hermione to go fetch Draco.
“I think I lost my appetite,” announced Hermione who had a green tinge to her face.
Harry, who assumed that his complexion was a shade that would of put Hermione’s green tinge to shame, just nodded his head in agreement. As a pair, the two turned and headed back to their chambers in silence. Harry was so lost in thoughts of Draco still pining away for him that he had forgotten about Hermione’s bum-plug and subsequent plan of spankings and shag.
However, Harry’s fears over the threat of Draco were chased from his head when he and Hermione entered their chambers to find a brilliant, silver doe waiting for them.
To Be Continued

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 6: Mary’s Decision

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Six: Mary’s Decision
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” Mark told me. “If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. I love you Mary.”
I heard Mark stand up and leave the room as I sobbed into my hands. No wonder I acted the whore today. A man I never met tells me to do the most depraved things and I just did them, without thought or question. It was like he had some animal magnetism, that he awoken some lust buried inside me, that I chose to do these things. That these feelings naturally led to me falling in love with him. But to find out that he controlled me. That I was little more than a puppet dancing on his whims. Fuck, it was more than I could take, my body shook as I cried. The weight of learning Mark had the magical power, from the Devil no less, that let him control people just by telling them what to was crushing my soul.
And the worst part was, I loved him. I ached for him. I wanted to run upstairs and shout out how much I loved him and embrace him and kiss him and … and fuck him. But how could I trust myself around him. With a simple command, I would be putty in his hand, free to perform whatever perverse acts he imagined.
Perverse acts you enjoyed.
No! He made me enjoy them. As long as I am around him, I would be as much his slave as Allison and Desiree.
But he released you. He freed you from his power. If he wanted to, he could make you stay, make you want to be with him, and make you forget you ever were even angry with him. With a word, you would beg him to degrade you further. You would crawl after him on your hands and knees.
No! No! No! I am my own woman. I’m not Mark’s slave. I’m not an object to satiate his lusts! My soul was torn in pieces.
I stood up, I had to get out of here. Wrapping the robe about me, I grabbed the keys to the Eos Mark had … had stolen for me. Christ, this was fucked up. I was dressed only in the flimsiest of silk robes. It did little to cover my naked body beneath, but there was no time to change. What if he came back downstairs and brainwashed me again. Panic gripped my heart and I bolted from the table. As I raced through the living room I grabbed one of the Old Navy shopping bags Allison had carelessly left on the floor. I did not care what outfits were in there. I could change latter, once I was away. Once I was free.
I rushed outside, unlocking the Eos and jumping in. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned the key. The car started with a low purr. I was going to escape, I was going to leave, to be free. I grabbed the gear shift and froze. You love him. The sentence seemed to float from the deepness of my soul. You love him.
But, he hurt me. He degraded me. Fresh sobs wracked my body
Yes. But who hasn’t hurt the one they love.
Tears rolled down my cheek, my stomach tangled with emotions. I tried to put the car into gear, but my hand refused to move. If I just put the car in reverse, I would be free. Come on, girl, it’s not worth the risk. If you go back, you’ll just be his slave again.
You’re free right now. Mark gave you a choice. No matter what you choose, you’re free.
He hurt me. How can I return to him.
You love him. You can forgive him.
I froze. I could forgive him. My heart thumped in my chest. I could forgive him. I loved Mark, ached for him. My hands trembled on the gear stick. It didn’t matter why I loved him. Mark was right, it just mattered that I did love him. And he loved me. If he didn’t love me, he would treat me just like Allison and Desiree. Like a whore. You seen him with other women. Half the time he could careless if they enjoyed the sex, if they had an orgasm. But with me he make sure I have fun, that I cum.
And what about Allison and Desiree. I can’t deny that I didn’t get off ordering them around, treating them as objects to satiate my lusts. There was something intoxicating about someone who would do whatever filthy thing you desire. A beautiful woman who was more than happy to get down on her knees and pleasure you with her tongue, her fingers. Mark cold have had that from me. He did have that from me, back at my work with Cynthia and Vivian. And he freed me. Could I do the same to Allison or Desiree. I shifted in the seat, my pussy itched with desire. No, I don’t think I could. There were definitely perks staying with Mark. But, what if makes me his slave again? I loved Mark, but did I trust him.
Then, in a single moment of clarity, it came to me. There was a way to make sure we would forever be equals in our love, that I could trust him.
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The front door opened. A car engine started.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands. Mary was right to leave me. I never should have told her to love me. I never should have told her to fuck me, or destroy her relationship with her boyfriend. I brought her nothing but betrayal and pain. How did you do that to someone you loved. The guilt threatened to swallow my soul.
I snorted in derision. My soul. What did that matter, it wasn’t even mine anymore. I sold it for these power. And one day with my powers and this was the result. I fucked up badly. I was an idiot to think I would stop being a loser just because I got powers.
What did anything matter.
Love is for the weak, a voice whispered in my head, bringing me back from the brink of despair. Remember what you promised yourself this morning. You are a new man. You don’t need guilt. You also don’t need love. Love just made you cared about those whores. And now you lost your favorite. Your saucy filly.
She wasn’t my whore, though. You don’t love your whore. And I loved Mary. This wasn’t just lust. I felt something different with her than with Cynthia and Vivian. And she means more to me than Allison, who I feel a certain fondness for.
Maybe you loved her, but she didn’t love you back. She just did what you told her.
I pulled out the ring box from my pants pocked and opened it up to stare at the diamond engagement ring. In the dark room, without any light to reflect its brilliant fire, it was just another dull stone. Just like Mary’s soul. Mary never loved me, she just reflected the light of my commands, reflecting a brilliant fire that enchanted me, blinded me with its beauty. But without my commands, there was nothing to reflect, just a dull soul who was disgusted with me, hated me.
The case snapped shut. I should get rid of the ring. Flush it down the toilet, throw it in the garbage. I didn’t need it. I had my whores. All I would ever have is my whores. Allison and Desiree and more would come. You didn’t love a whore. You didn’t marry a whore. You just fucked a whore, poured your cum into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Allison and Desiree were wet and willing just down the hall. I could forget all about love and Mary between their thighs. My cock stirred in my pants. I would fuck them raw.
“Mark,” a voice whispered in the dark.
I looked up and my heart froze. “Mare?” I asked in disbelief, seeing her beautiful form outlined in the doorway. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed the door open, light flooding in from the hallway, silhouetting her nude body beneath the silk robe. She was an angel, shining brilliantly with love. She was free of my commands, she was reflecting the brilliance of her own love.
She floated to me and knelt beside me and I embraced her, sobbing on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mary, so sorry.” Everything I had been feeling: guilt, shame, fear, heartbreak, despair, poured out of my soul. Her gentle arms encircled me, silky hair brushing my cheek.
“Shh,” Mary whispered, rocking me in her comforting arms. “I forgive you. But, there needs to be a change.” She pulled away, cupping my face in her soft hands and her green eyes peered through my eyes into my soul.
“Anything,” I begged.
“We need to be equals,” Mary stated. “Our relationship can never last if we’re not equals.”
“Of course, Mare,” I said happily, and hugged her tightly and Mary hugged me tightly, back. “Of course.”
“To be equals, I need to make my own pact.”
I stiffened in her arms. “You know what your saying. You would sell your soul.”
“Yes,” she answered. “Then we’ll be equals.”
I swallowed. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t worth it. But I never would have met this beautiful, forgiving woman with out my own Pact. “Okay,” I agreed, forcing down my objections.
Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts where in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them and Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft hands were unbuttoning my pants and then they found my cock, hard and throbbing, and freed it from the prison of my clothes.
I was standing up, and Mary was cradled in my arms. Her arms were around my neck and we kissed before I laid her out on the bed. She was lithe and wet and wiggling and so beautiful. I pulled my shirt off and shoved off my pants and underwear. Her eyes glistened with desire and her arms and legs spread open as I laid on top of her, and she pulled me into her embrace. Mary’s tongue was hot in my mouth, while her delicate fingers grasped my cock and guided it to wet pussy.
Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh so sweet.
“I love you,” I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness. “I love you, too,” she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.
Our hips moved with more urgency, my cock fanning the flames of her orgasm, her pussy fanning mine. My hands found a breast, firm and soft in my hand. Her fingers racked my back as her passions built. “So close,” she whispered into my ear, biting gently. Our hips were fucking each other hard. “Harder, harder, my stallion!” she moaned. And then my filly bucked underneath me as her pleasure surged through her body. My filly’s pussy milked my cock as she spasmed in pleasure and my seed emptied deep into my love.
I rolled off Mary and she snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest, auburn hair spilling across me. I stroked her hair and she sighed contentedly, her own hand lazily stroking my stomach. We laid like that, enjoying the feel of the other, the peace and happiness. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep upon me. I closed my eyes and joined her in sleep.
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Something was warm and wet sucking on my dick, sucking me back to consciousness. It was dark, still the middle of the night, and Mary’s mouth was on my dick, her tongue swirling around my cock’s sensitive head. In the dark, I could see her kneeling beside me, her hips next to my head. Her auburn hair, black in the darkness, spread across her face like a curtain.
I reached out, caressing her leg, running my hand up to her ass and gently pulled her to me. Her leg lift and she straddled my face. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and she lowered her pussy to my lips. My nose pressed into her slit, breathing her desire in, as my lips and tongue found her hard, spongy clit. I sucked her clit as she deep-throated my cock and we both moaned into the other’s sex.
I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked on top of me, sucking hard on my cock.
We came together, my cum flooding her mouth, her juices flooding my mouth. Mary slid up to me and we kissed, tasting each other’s pleasure. This time, I laid my head on her soft breasts and drifted off to sleep in my love’s embrace.
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Soft light was filtering through the window as the sun rose over Mount Rainier. Mary’s body pressed against my side, her back away from me and her ass soft on my hip. My right arm was trapped beneath her so I rolled onto my side and pressed up against her and held my sleeping love. I dozed holding her, Mary’s ass rubbing softly against my cock, which started hardening against the silk of her skin.
I started to kiss the slope of her neck, running a hand from her hip, up her side and cupping a small breast. Mary sighed, rubbing her ass against my cock. Then my cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Mary shifted some more, rubbing her cunt along my cock and between her smooth thighs. Her cunt started to moisten as I slowly fucked my dick along her groove.
“Ohh, put it in!” Mary moaned, sleepily.
I shifted my hips and the head of my cock slid into her pussy and I slowly fucked her. Mary turned her head and we kissed. It felt good to be in her cunt, the walls gripping my dick with a silky grip. “God, you feel good,” I whispered in her ear, kissing and biting her lobe. “Feels good to be in my filly!”
She grabbed the hand on her breast and dragged it down to her cunt and she rubbed my fingers against her hard clit. She moaned, grounding my hand against her clit and I started to fuck her harder, faster. “Oh, fuck me!” Mary panted. “My randy stallion, fuck me!” Her cunt constricted about my cock as she came. “Sweet god!” she screamed and bucked in my arm.
“Oh, god!” I groaned and shot my cum into my filly.
I held her, cradling her in my arms as her pussy cradled my softening dick. I kissed her shoulder and neck, my hand slid up her hip and found her breast again. I gently massaged her tit. “I love you,” Mary whispered, sleepily. I kissed her cheek, squeezed her breast, and whispered back, “love you.” My eyes closed and I fell back to sleep inside my love.
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There was a gentle knock at the door and Mary stirred in my arms. “Hello?” Mary asked, sleepily.
“Master, Mistress, we have breakfast,” Allison said quietly. “My we come in.”
I brushed a strand of auburn hair off Mary’s cheek and kissed her. She smiled. “Good morning, hun.”
“Mornin’, Mare.” I hugged her and kissed her a second time. “Last night was amazing.”
“It was amazing,” Mary purred, kissing me back. Then she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I gotta pee real bad.”
“Oh,” I said, letting her go. She sprang from the bed and I caught a glimpse of her naked ass rushing across the room and disappearing into the bathroom.
There was another soft rap at the door. “Master, Mistress, may we come in,” Allison asked a second time. “We have breakfast.”
I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up in the bad. “Yeah, come in.”
Allison and Desiree walked into the room carrying silver trays. Each tray had a glass of orange juice and plates with french toast, poached eggs and strips of bacon. Both girls were naked, like the good little sluts that they were. Allison had the lithe and nubile body of a teenager, her hair dyed a bright, bubblegum pink. Her breasts were large and perky, pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and tattooed on her groin was the phrase, “Cum on in” with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. Desiree was a more mature woman, in her late twenties. Her skin was a rich, nut brown, evidence of her Hispanic heritage, voluptuous and curvy, with a pleasantly plump rear, and her breasts were large and full and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Dark, pink nipples rising proudly from large aerolas topped her generous bosoms. Her pussy was also shaved, exposing her large, protruding labia.
Desiree set her tray next to me on the nightstand while Allison walked around the bed, and set Mary’s tray on the other nightstand. A toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, and then Mary walked out as naked as the sluts. She was beautiful, curvy. Her breasts were the smallest of the three women, small and firm with dusky nipples and covered in freckles. Her face was heart-shaped and freckled and she had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her pussy was waxed, save for a heart of fiery hair on her groin.
“Oh, Mistress, you stayed,” Allison said, flinging her arms about Mary. Mary hugged her back and kissed her gently. Allison rubbed her body against Mary’s and their kisses became more passionate.
I grabbed a slice of bacon and popped it into my mouth. I motioned to Desiree to join me and she slid her voluptuous body against mine, her large tits spilling across my chest. I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her mouth and tasted pussy. An image of Desiree between Allison’s thighs flashed through my mind. Her thighs spread and her wet pussy pushed up against my thigh. Her hand grasped my cock and she gently stroked it.
“Isn’t she beautiful,” I whispered to Desiree. Desiree murmured, nuzzling at my neck. “She’s getting randy,” I told Desiree, watching Mary’s hand gripping Allison hip, then sliding down to her ass. Allison was kissing Mary’s neck, grinding her cunt into Mary’s. I loved watching girls trib. My cock was hard in Desiree’s hand. I pinched Desiree’s plump ass and told her, “Climb on my dick.”
“Yes, mi Rey!” she husked. I wasn’t sure what “mi Rey” meant, but she sounded sexy saying it. She straddled my waist, her large breasts swinging heavily in my face. I sucked a hard on a fat nipple and Desiree cooed. Her hands grasped my cock, guiding it to her wet pussy. Oh fuck, it felt so good as she slowly slid down my cock, moaning with her sultry voice. She fucked me slow, rising up a little bit and sliding back down, her cunt silky, tight on my cock.
“You’re so big!” Desiree moaned, “Mi hombre hermoso!”
Desiree arched her back, her and fucked me harder. Her tits bounced deliciously before me. I rubbed my hand up her thigh and grasped her hip. She rocked her hips on my cock faster and faster, moaning lustfully. I grasped a full breast, and found a hard nipple. Behind Desiree, I could just see Mary leaning against the wall, Allison’s face in her muff. Mary’s small, freckled breasts heaved with her desire.
“Oh, fuck!” Mary moaned, writhing on Allison’s face. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of Desiree’s cunt on my cock. The mattress creaked and dipped as someone crawled onto the bed and I opened my eyes to see Mary snuggled up against me. Her body was flush from her orgasm. She kissed my neck, her hand playing with my chest hair. Allison climbed on the bed behind Desiree and pressed her body into Desiree’s back. She kissed Desiree’s shoulder and Allison started rubbing her cunt on Desiree’s ass as she rode me.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I moaned as Allison wrapped her hands around Desiree, cupping a heavy breast with one and sliding the other down to play with her clit.
“You getting close to cumming?” Mary whispered. “Are you going to cum in that dirty whore’s snatch?” She licked my ear and her hand trailed down my chest and stomach and she started playing with my curly pubes.
“¡Yo estoy correrse!” Desire moaned in Spanish, bucking atop me and her cunt throbbing about my dick as the slut came. I grunted and shot my cum inside Desire’s pussy.
Mary kissed me on the lips as Desiree rolled off me. “Did you have a good cum?” she asked me. I murmured a yes and kissed her back. Desiree started to moan as Allison started eating my cum out of her pussy like a good slut. Mary smacked Desiree’s ass, “You sluts take that out of here.”
“Yes Mistress,” Allison said, face sticky with cum and juices and she pulled Desiree out of the room.
We lazily fed each other cold bacon and french toast, spilling syrup on each other, and then licking the syrup up. I thought licking syrup off Mary’s tit was sexy, but when she licked some of my chest and nipple, that was sexier. And then we kissed, lips sticky with sweet syrup. Belly’s full of Desiree’s delicious breakfast, we cuddled. I stroked my Mary’s hair and warmth spread through my body. I was happy. I wanted us to stay like this forever.
Sadly, my bladder had other ideas.
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After showering with Mary, and making love to her in the shower, we dressed in the clothes that Allison or Desiree had laid out. Mary pulled on pair of lacy red panties and a white, corset dress with a short skirt. The dress and panties must have been some of the clothes she bought at Hot Topic while I was behind the register, dick deep in the salesgirls cunt. She looked hot and trashy in the dress. Finally, she placed the heart-shaped locket I got for her around her neck, the locket nestling in her cleavage For me the sluts had laid out a pair of striped boxers and blue jeans and blue-striped white polo.
Mary walked out the sliding glass doors and sat on a loveseat on the balcony. I joined her and she snuggled up against her and we stared at the white-capped peak of Mount Rainier. The mountain was as beautiful as always, rising white and blue and gray out of the Cascades Mountains, dwarfing everything about it. A small dome of clouds hovered above the peak.
After a moment’s silence, Mary asked. “How do I summon the Devil.”
“Well, we’ll need a box,” I started. “And a sexy photo of you.”
“It has to be sexy?” Mary asked, surprised.
“Any picture of you would be sexy,” I told her, rubbing her thigh. “Especially in this dress.” I leered down her bodice. Mary shifted, thrusting out her tits, a pleased smile graced her lips.
“So that’s it, I need a sexy photo and a box?”
“Well, there’s the yarrow, and the…” Mary cut me off with, “What’s a yarrow?”
“It’s a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lowes or Home Depot. And then we’ll need grave dirt.” Mary arched an eyebrow at that. “And, the bone of a black cat.”
Mary blinked in surprise. “A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?” Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.
I shifted, uncomfortable. “Yeah,” I said, slowly and cleared my throat.
Mary swallowed. “So, I have to kill a cat?”
I shook my head. “Um, I have, um, leftovers,” I said, delicately. Mary relaxed, but still looked uncomfortable. I squeezed her thigh. “It’ll be okay.”
She breathed in deeply. “Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping.”
We found are sluts cleaning the house, still naked. I told Desiree to take Allison out and get them both sexy maid outfits to wear inside house and for them to buy the sluttiest clothes to wear outside the house. Desiree would take her car, a white BMW 3-series, and to use her husband’s credit cards. Mary told her to go to a sex shop and buy some strap-ons and dildos. An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Allison or Desiree flashed in my mind and I smiled. Mary saw my smile and gave me a wicked grin in return, and then she handed a list of art supplies that she wanted the sluts to buy. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.
I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my camcorder and Mary grabbed her purse and we left the house and got into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood. A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the “oh shit” handle. I wasn’t sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that’s what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast and yell, “Oh shit!” in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn’t get you killed.
Mary punched my arm. “Fuck, you trying to kill us!” She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit and that mollified her.
We made good time zipping down 39th Avenue and reached the Lowes. This Lowes had opened just the year before, right across the street from the old Lowes. I parked the car and we made our way through the store and into the warm, damp greenhouse attached to the side of the building. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the acrid scent of fertilizers.
I was searching the rows of flowers, looking for the yarrow I had bought here just last week when Mary nudged me. I looked over at her and she pointed down the end of the row. There stood two beautiful, fifteen year old identical twins. They were both blonde, one had short hair and the other a long braid. Short hair wore tight, white shorts that clung to her boyish hips and a pink tank top that exposed the beautiful slope of her perky breasts. Braid wore a button up, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves and a tight, dark blue miniskirt. Both girls had gorgeous, skinny legs. Behind them shopped a man and woman, clearly their parents.
The father was a big, blonde man with a fit, athletic build that made him look younger than a man who had two teenage daughters should. And his wife was a stunning, brunette bombshell. She wore a tight, red tank top striped with white chevrons, her breasts filling the shirt out nicely, and a pair of skinny jeans that hug her ample curves like a second skin.
“What do you think,” I asked Mary.
“Mmhh, I’ll take the wife and you can have the daughters,” Mary purred. “I want to suck on those titties. They are as big as Desiree’s.”
I led Mary down the aisle. “Hi,” I greeted, shaking hands with the father. “I’m Mark and this is Mary.”
“Oh, I’m Cathy Cunningham,” the wife said. “This is my husband, Jim.” Jim grunted, it may have been a greeting. “Don’t mind him, he’s shy around strangers. And these are daughters Daisy and Rose,” Cathy continued. Short hair turned out to be Daisy and braid was Rose. “It’s been so much easier to tell them apart now that there teenagers,” Cathy joked. “When they were little they just had to wear the same clothes.”
The two girls blushed and glanced furiously at their mother. “Mom!” they exclaimed in the embarrassed exasperation of a teenage girl.
“You have two beautiful daughters,” I complemented. “And Mary and I would love to see their titties.”
The girls blushed even more red. “C’mon girls,” their mother urged. “Show them your titties.” Jim glanced in shock at his wife but made no move to stop.
I pulled out my camcorder and filmed as Daisy pulled her tanktop off and Rose started to unbutton her blouse. Daisy’s bra was white with a little pink bow between the cups and she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Daisy’s perky C-Cups were exposed while Rose was still struggling to with the little buttons on her blouse. Finally, Rose unbuttoned her shirt and her bra turned out to be lacy and purple and clasped in the front. Her tits spilled out just as perky as her sister when she unclasped the bra.
“Aren’t those some beautiful tits?” I asked. Mary licked her lips.
“Oh, sweeties, they are beautiful,” their mother cooed.
“Yeah,” Jim muttered. “Th-they’re beautiful.”
Both girls blushed, please and embarrassed, and relaxed, starting to lose their self consciousness at being topless in front of their parents and complete strangers. Growing confident, they struck poses, thrust out their perky tits.
“Holy shit!” a man gasped behind us. Shit, I was too excited by the twins to remember to secure the garden area and a Lowes employee in a blue apron gaped at the topless teens. A nametag said he was Victor, Garden Center Manager.
“You, Victor, lock the garden center up, tell anyone there’s a spill that needs to be cleaned up!” I barked. “Yes, sir,” Victor gulped and scurried off to follow my orders.
“Why don’t you take off your bottoms,” Mary suggested and frowned as the teens ignored her.
“Everyone, do what Mary says,” I ordered. “So, bottoms off girls. Let’s see you naked.”
“Yeah,” their father grunted, his cock was tenting his pants.
The girls kicked off their tennis shoes and pulled off white socks. Daisy wiggled out of her tight shorts and Rose found the zipper on her skirt. This time she was the faster of the two sisters, her skirt falling to her feet and then off came her purple panties exposing a blonde furred muff. Daisy finally peeled out of her shorts and pulled off her Minnie Mouse panties and she was shaved bare, her slit tight and girlish.
Mary slipped behind Cathy and pressed up against her. “Relax,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear and started to pull her sundress up, over her body. For a woman that bore twins she was in amazing shape. Flat stomach, curvy hits and large breasts contained in a blue, strapless bra. A blue thong covered her pussy. Mary started kissing her neck and the magnificent breasts spilled out of her bra when Mary released the clasp. Cathy’s nipples were the same shade of dark pink as her daughters.
“Daisy, Rose, you girls ever been with a girl?” I asked the twins, filming the nubile bodies.
“You mean lez out?” Rose asked. Daisy nodded eagerly, “We love to lez out! We do it with all our girlfriends.”
“What?” gasped Cathy as Mary’s hand slid into her panties. “I thought you girls hadn’t had sex, yet.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Lezzing out isn’t sex, mom. It’s only sex if a guy sticks his dick in your cunny.”
I looked from one twin to the other. “You girls ever lezzed out with each other?”
Both of their faces mirrored disgust. “We’re sisters,” Rose said, “that’s disgusting.”
“Tell your daughter’s you wanna see them fuck,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear, Mary’s finger fucking Cathy’s cunt underneath her blue thong.
“Oh, baby-girls, lez out for mamma,” Cathy moaned.
The girls looked at their father, who rubbed his cock through his jeans. “Oh, girls, you’re so beautiful.”
Rose looked at her sister, playing with her braid. “Daisy, I have jilled off thinking about you,” Rose admitted, face reddening.
Daisy squealed and threw herself at her sister, kissing her over and over. Between kisses, she exclaimed, “I … have … flicked … my … bean … thinking … about … you!”
My cock was hard, watching two, twin teenage sisters make out, their breasts pressed together. Their hands ran up and down their youthful bodies, groping tight asses and perky tits. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Their thighs parted and each girl shoved a leg against her sister’s crotch. Rose’s cunt rubbed on Daisy’s thigh, and Daisy’s cunt on her sister. They moaned, grinding on their sisters as their orgasms built.
Mary’s dress was off now, and she was sucking on Cathy’s round tits, wearing only her red panties. Mary kissed down Cathy’s taut stomach and knelt before her. She grabbed Cathy’s blue thong and pulled it down, exposing a small patch of brown hair. Cathy gasped and jumped as Mary’s tongue buried into her snatch. “Oh, wow,” Cathy moaned. “Oh, wow! That’s … that’s amazing.”
“See, mom,” Daisy panted. “Lezzing out is soo much fun!”
“It is!” Cathy moaned.
Daisy ass flexed as she rubbed her cunt on her sister’s thighs. “Oh, Rosie, I’m gonna cum!” The twins bucked against each other, moaning and kissing, as they came together. “Wow, we shoulda lezed out together years ago,” Daisy murmured to her sister, who just nodded her head.
“Which girl do you want to fuck?” I asked Jim.
“I …” Jim trailed off, staring at his nubile daughters.
I nodded. “I get it. How can you choose. You love both your daughters. So, I’ll pop Daisy’s cherry and you’ll pop Rose’s.” I held out my hand and Daisy grasped it delicately and I led her a few feet away. She kissed me, her mouth hot and her tongue writhed about my tongue.
Jim swallowed. “ ‘kay,” he muttered. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large cock and stumbled towards his daughter. “Oh, daddy, is that for me?” Rose asked, staring hungrily at his dick.
Daisy rubbed my cock through my jeans. With a snap, she deftly opened my pants and pulled out my dick, stroking it softly. I ran my hand up from her hip, across her lean side and grasped a perky, full tit. Daisy moaned throatily into my lips as I fondled her breast and played with a hard nipple. God, I had to be in this hot, teenage slut. I broke the kiss and turned her around and shoved her against a table. Her slim ass wiggled before me and I rubbed my cock across her tight, wet slit.
“Please!” Daisy begged, “Stick it in! I’m so wet!”
I found her tight opening and shoved my dick in slowly. My cock head popped in and I felt her hymen blocking my progress. I gripped her hips and held the camcorder to capture her deflowering, and shoved in hard and slow. The hymen held for a second and then ripped and my cock buried into her tight cunt. Daisy cried in pain and when I pulled my cock back, pink stained my shaft. I thrust in slowly and Daisy gave another grunt of pain. I reached around and played with her nipples and slowly her cries of pain transformed into pleasure.
Jim was lying on the floor. Rose was lying on top of him, making out with her father while she rubbed his cock on her pussy. Then she rose up, grasped her daddy’s cock and aimed it for her pussy. She slowly lowered herself on the dick. She paused, her hymen resisting, and then her cherry was popped and she sank down the shaft with a groan of pain. Rose rested for a minute, panting as she got used to her dad’s large cock in her tight pussy. Then she raised up and slid back down, slowly riding her father.
“Oh, Rosie!” Jim moaned. “Oh, god your tight! Fuck, this is amazing!”
“Daddy, daddy!” Rose panted, riding him faster. “I love you, daddy!”
“Fuck those little whores!” Cathy moaned. “Fuck my baby-girls! Fuck their naughty pussies! Oh, crap! I’m there! God, I’m there!” She bucked on Mary’s face as she came. Mary stood up, slid off her red panties, and then pulled Cathy down to the floor where they slipped into a sixty-nine.
Daisy was moaning wordlessly as I started to fuck her hard. Her cunt rippled on my cock as she came. I kept fucking her, pulling on her nipple and filming my pink-stained cock plunging into her pussy over and over. She was bucking wildly back into me as a second orgasm rolled through her. The velvety tightness of her cunt milking my cock was too much and I came hard into her young womb. Breathing heavily, I rested in her teenage cunt and watched the other two couples.
Mary and Cathy were writhing on the other’s faces, moaning and licking and fingerfucking. Rose was bouncing hard and fast one her dad, perky tits swaying and jiggling. “Oh, daddy!” moaned Rose. “Pour your spunk in my pussy!” Rose writhed as she came and her father groaned wordless. Then she collapsed on her dad’s chest, kissing him as his cock, covered in pink froth, popped out of her pussy and white semen slowly trickled out of her tight slit.
The four of use now watched Mary and Cathy eating pussy. Mary was on top and her ass writhed on Cathy’s face. Cathy was gripping her plump butt, pulling her down into her face. Mary had two fingers in Cathy’s cunt curling them up and searching for her G-spot. Cathy bucked beneath her, so Mary must have found it. Cathy was fucking her face into Mary’s vulva and Mary spasmed as she climaxed on Cathy’s face.
Mary rolled off Cathy, who stood up unsteadily. She looked at Daisy and then Rose and smiled. “My little girls are women, now,” she said in wonder. She opened her arms. “Come here, girls.”
Rose stood up and stumbled to her mother. I pulled out of Daisy with a sucking pop and she walked gingerly to her mother. Cathy embraced both daughters, pulling them to her. She kissed Daisy and then Rose on the lips. Cathy was pushed back into the wall and each little minx wrapped their legs about one of Cathy’s, and started to rub their cum stained pussies on their mother’s thighs.
“Oh, lez out with mommy!” Cathy moaned, cradling her daughters.
“Remember when we did this with Sally?” Rose asked her sister.
Daisy gave a wicked giggle. “Yeah! I’m still not sure how we all fit in that bathroom stall. But it was a lot more fun then English!”
“You were this close to me,” Rose whispered, “and I was to scared to do this.” She reached out, and placed her hand on her sister’s ass, squeezing gently, and leaned in to kiss her. Daisy moved her own hand onto her sister’s ass. The sister’s broke their kiss, a string of saliva momentarily connected their lips and then, grinning, they hefted their mother’s large tits and sucked a nipple into their mouths.
“Oh, my baby-girls!” moaned Cathy, hugging her daughters as they writhed on her thighs. “I missed you nursing at my breasts so much.”
Jim was sitting up on his arms, watching his wife and daughters make love. I saw Mary starring at Jim’s cock and she licked her lips and then moved over to him. I gaped in surprise. I had ordered Mary to only desire women and me. Why was she lusting after Jim.
Because I freed her from my control last night.
I opened my mouth to protest and Mary shot me a warning glance as she lowered herself down, straddling his waist. We were equals now. Mary was okay watching me fuck other women. I need to be okay if she wanted to fuck other men. Fear gripped my stomach, what if she likes his cock more than mine. I swallowed as Jim’s cock poked at Mary’s pussy and she slid down, moaning wantonly as he filled her up.
Mary looked back at me and smiled. My fear relaxed. There was love in her eyes. She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks, her asshole winking at me. I lower myself behind her, my cock finding her asshole and I pushed into her velvety warmth. Mary moaned just as wantonly as my cock slid inside her ass, one hand wrapped around her to grasp her small breast.
“Thank you,” Mary whispered, turning her face and kissing me over her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, Mare,” I whispered and started to fuck my cock in her ass.
Mary started rocking her hips and I could feel Jim’s cock fucking to her pussy. It took us a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, but I was sliding in and out of her ass as she rode Jim’s cock. It was exciting, realizing another cock was in my lover’s pussy. Mary was moaning, “Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!” over and over. “I’m so close, fuck me studs!” My orgasm neared, and I started to pound her ass hard and felt her ass clench about my cock as she came. I groaned and shot my load into her ass.
I stumbled back, my cock popping out of Mary’s ass followed by a trickle of cum. Jim still hadn’t cum. He had cum once already and didn’t have my stamina. Mary started to really ride his cock hard. I looked over at Cathy and her daughters. Both girls were writhing wildly on her thighs. All three taking turns kissing and sucking nipples and squeezing asses. Rose was cumming on her mother’s thigh, shuddering in pleasure. She kissed her mother and then slowly started to writhe some more on her mother.
I had Daisy, and now I wanted Rose. I walked behind her, my cock hard, and found the rosebud of her asshole. She gasped in pain as I slowly shoved it in. Beside her, Daisy convulsed and flooded her mother’s thighs with girl-cum. I fucked Rose’s ass hard, shoving her into her mother. “Fuck her ass,” Daisy moaned and slapped my butt. “Fuck her hard, stud!”
Mary was moaning loudly again, the low, throaty moan that meant she was cumming. Jim grunted and I knew his cum was shooting into my Mary’s pussy. “Daisy, go suck out the cum out of Mary’s ass and pussy,” I ordered and slapped her ass back.
“Oh, fuck,” Mary groaned as Daisy spread her ass cheeks and sucked my cum out of her ass.
With Daisy gone, Cathy was able to writhe on Rose’s thigh. Rose’s ass gripped my cock tightly and she started to kiss her mother passionately. Cathy’s hand reach around and found my balls, gently squeezing them. Mary was on her back now, sixty-nining with Daisy. Mary devoured my cum from Daisy’s cunt as Daisy sucked her father’s cum out of Mary’s pussy. Jim just lay on the floor, breathing hard and watching his family fuck.
Everyone was panting and moaning, building to their orgasms. Cathy sucked on her daughter’s tongue as Rose climaxed, writhing between Cathy and I. Cathy bucked on her daughter’s thigh, massaging my balls, and gasping as she came. Her hands were teasing the cum out of my balls, and I groaned and shot my load into her teenage ass. On the floor, Mary and Daisy rolled about as they came together, flooding each other’s mouths with cunt juices.
Mary and I left the Cunningham’s kissing and helping each other get dressed. I told the family to continue fucking each other and Daisy excitedly told her father she was eager for his cock. Mary pulled on her white, corset dress and found her red panties. She held them up, frowning. Potting soil had spilled on them and stained them black.
“Guess you’ll have to go commando,” I said, grinning. With the dress’s short skirt, she’ll have to be careful or someone could get an eyeful of her ass and cunt.
We found the Yarrow and slipped out the store with it. An employee tried to stop us but I told him we paid and he told us to have a nice day. I unlocked the Mustang with the keyless remote and we got in. Mary leaned over and kissed me. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said.
“I realized that if you let me fuck other women, I need to let you fuck other men,” I told her.
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After we left Lowes, Mary insisted we went shoe shopping. Mary need a box, she claimed, but she ended up getting ten different pairs of shoes from sneakers to stiletto heals. At the Puyallup Cemetery, we walked in, Mary scooped dirt off a fresh grave and dumped in the box and we left. The black cat bones were at my shitty apartment, so we drove to Parkland. Inside it was a dump, empty pizza boxes and garbage strewn everywhere. Mary took one look inside and said she’d wait outside. I went in, dug around my kitchen, and found the black cat bone. I also grabbed some some personal items, and then left my apartment. I planned on never returning. For the picture, I took a photo of her with my phone and we printed it off at a Walgreens. She looked very sexy.
We grabbed a bit to eat and then we decided to see a movie to pass the time. We spent most of the movie making out in the back like a pair of teenagers. Afterward, we slipped into the men’s room and we fucked in a bathroom stall.
For dinner, Mary suggested this Japanese steakhouse and we had a fun time watching the chef cook the food. Dicing and twirling his knives and tossing food into the air. Another couple set at are table, on their first date. It didn’t seem to be going well, the guy was a boor. Mary started flirting with the woman, Diane, letting her skirt ride up so Diane could see her cunt. Diane and Mary left to go to the restroom together, as girls are want to do. When they returned after a while, Mary kissed me and I tasted Diane’s pussy on her lips.
After dinner, we drove out to the back country, to the very crossroad I made a pack with the Devil at just two nights ago. We had a few hours to wait and it seemed to stretch out for eternity. We laid in the grass and watched the stars in silence, holding each other. We were both tense, and drew strength from each other. At fifteen til midnight, the alarm on my phone rang and I dug up the very hole I place my own box in.
“Last chance, you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
Mary breathed deeply, the box shaking in her hands. She knelt down, and set the box in the hole. She froze there, afraid to let go of the box.
“You don’t have to do this?” I told her, kneeling down next to her.
“I do,” she whispered and leg go. Then quickly, as if afraid if she waited she would lose her resolve, shoved the pile of dirt on the box, burying it. She stood up quickly, backing away from the whole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tightly. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary started to tremble in my arms.
“Maybe, it didn’t work,” Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.
“It worked, Mary Sullivan,” a pleasant voice said from the darkness. We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago. A friendly smile graced his face. He took Mary’s hand and raised it up and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand, “Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you’re doing.”
“T-thanks,” I stammered.
“What can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?” the Devil asked.
Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, “I want three wishes in exchange for my soul.”
“Of course, I would be more than happy too,” the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.
“My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives.” I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.
The devil chuckled. “Very well. All though Mark isn’t that beautiful.”
Mary giggled. “Oh, I don’t know. He has a certain charm about him.” Mary hugged me a little tighter. “For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity.” Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn’t. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal. “For my final wish, I …” Mary paused, blushing beet red, “… I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances.”
“All right,” the devil said. There was understanding in the Devil’s eyes, not judgment.
“Naughty filly,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.
There was a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke and a contract appeared in the Devil’s hand. An acrid reek of brimstone filled the air. “Look it over,” he said, handing the contract to Mary.
Mary read the contract then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, then the Devil signed in his blood. He rolled up the contract. “Any questions, Mary?” She shook her head.
There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.
“If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say ‘Lilith, appear before me,’ ” the Devil instructed.
I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. “Why would I …” I started to ask, but the Devil was gone, vanishing into the shadows. I stared at the gem and looked at Mary, worried. “Why would I need this?”
Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t know, but we’ll face it together.”
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I watched the mortals drive off from the shadows and glared at Lucifer. “Why did you give him my name!”
“I like him, Lilith,” Lucifer answered. He was still wearing that ridiculous, black suit.
“But why my name!” I demanded. “If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Asherah! She loves slutting around with mortals, with men. Or Chemosh. It’s been centuries since he’s rampaged about the world.”
“The Opposition already has his scent,” Lucifer answered. “A Magdalenite Nun is on her way.”
“So?” I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition’s attention.
Lucifer grinned at me. “Like I said, I like him.”
To be continued …

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Ma and Me

A mother and son get inimate after sons doctors appointment. PLEASE COMMENT SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD EVER ATTEMPT TO WRITE AGAIN.

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Unexpected visitor

Kaye Appleby was getting ready to go into town to have lunch with a couple of her girlfriends when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone so she did up the last of her buttons and went to the front door. Looking through the peep hole she saw Tommy stood there fluffing his hair. She smiled to herself, lunch would be just a little delayed.
Kay opened the door wide and gestured Tommy inside. Closing the door after him she pecked a kiss on the back of his shoulder.
“Hi Stud.”
Tommy gave her a look and Kaye noticed he didn’t seem the shy boy anymore. He looked confident. In the past few weeks with her help he’d learnt a few tricks and maybe it was time to step up his education a little bit.
“I’m sorry Tommy I’m off out, I’m having lunch with a couple of friends.”
Now he looked disappointed. Kaye smiled; that was easy, he had a lot to learn before he was the finished product.
“Come and chat to me anyway while I get ready.”
Kaye was already ready for her lunch but she’d decided to have some fun with Tommy.
In the bedroom Kaye pointed to a chair, “Sit there,” she went to her wardrobe and took out a sheer blouse and a pencil skirt and lay them on the bed.
“How are you, how is school?” She knew any mention of school embarrassed him. “Did you have your math test?”
“…sokay.”
Kaye took off her blouse and made a fuss of adjusting her bra. “Do my tits look good in this bra?” and, before he could answer, she rubbed her right nipple through the material, “this one’s still sore from you sucking it.”
Kay stepped out of her skirt and watched Tommy’s eyes move between her boobs and her knickers.
“Do you like what you see young man?” She pulled her knickers up a little so the lips of her pussy could be made out.
Tommy laughed, “Very much so.”
“Well admire away but don’t touch.” Kaye got some stockings from her draw and sat down to put them on. She was very deliberate in her actions and made sure Tommy saw it all knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She scratched herself, “This is a little sore too.” She smiled, Sore but a nice sore.”
Standing up she took her skirt and slipped it on. “Do you like stockings? Do you prefer women with or without them?”
Tommy didn’t answer.
I like hold ups, sexy. Got to be sexy.
Kaye took up the blouse and put it on and buttoning it up. She looked in the mirror, “Oh, you can see my bra underneath.” She took off the blouse and took off the bra offering Tommy a quick look at her tits before she slipped the blouse back on.
“You are going out without a bra on?”
“Why not, I’ve got the boobs for it haven’t I?”
“But everyone will see.”
Kaye laughed, “No one is going to see. And even if they do what’s the harm?” Kaye made sure her tits jiggled under the sheer material. Tommy was a real tit man and Kaye knew that would do the trick.
Tommy stood up and moved across the room.
“No. No I’ve told you I am off out.”
Tommy didn’t listen. He grabbed her and threw her face first on to the bed and pushed up her skirt.
Kaye protested, “Tommy I said No!”
Tommy ignored her protests and tore at the skirt.
Kaye twisted and turned, “No I said No! Tommy stop it!”
Tommy slapped her face hard. “Shut the fuck up!.” he commanded and ripped her blouse off then again tearing at her skirt before finally giving up and telling her to “Get that fuckin’ thing off.”
“Tommy this is rape.”
“So? Get this skirt off.”
“This is rape.” Kaye again protested as she undid the button, “There you go.”
Tommy pulled the skirt off and turned Kaye over. He ripped at her knickers until they were shredded. Straddling her back he reached into her bedside draw and took out the lube.
“What are you doing?” Kaye was sobbing but Tommy was determined to show her who was boss.
He lubbed up his cock and then pushed lube into Kaye’s asshole. She gasped. “Don’t Tommy… no please… not like this I beg you… I have to go out.”
“You can go out after I’ve finished with you.” He pushed his cock against her hole but it wouldn’t go in. “Relax it.”
Kaye refused.
Tommy pulled her head back by the hair and yelled in her face. “Do as I say or I will hurt you.”
“Yeah,” Kaye screamed, “how?”
Tommy turned her back over and struck her 3 more times, “Is that enough or do you want some more?” He turned her back over and this time she let him in.
“You are a bastard.”
Tommy’s cock wasn’t little and the pain of him getting all of it into her tight little ass made Kaye wince. Tommy fucked her asshole as hard as he could and without mercy and after he had cum her collapsed against her back.
Kaye allowed herself a little smile; Tommy had come a long way from the nervous boy taking sneaky quick looks at her body. Not only had he learnt a lot of tricks but he was also becoming a Dominant and just two weeks after his sixteenth birthday Kaye knew it wouldn’t be long before she could let him meet her friends.
“Are you done?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Kaye moved from underneath him. Her asshole and face hurt but she felt absolutely fantastic. Wait till the girls heard why she was late and what fun she’d had.

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Curse of the Incubi Ch. 01

Hey All, as always, any feedback is always greatly appreciated. This has been an idea that I’ve been toying with for awhile now. Finally had some time to get it all down and written out. If you have any ideas on how the story should progress, please send them my way! xprofanity89@gmail

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College Transformations: Part 1

Alisa was really starting to enjoy college. Years of feeling awkward in high school, being a late bloomer was beginning to finally pay off as she began to develop. Her breast were a modest 34B, but her hips flared out giving her a breathtaking ass. She’d chopped off her hair that once hung down to her mid-back and it now rested gently on her shoulders.
Still shy from years of awkward interaction, she was slowly learning about the pleasures of alcohol and recreational drug use. She enjoyed getting high because it helped her relax and enjoy other people’s company. Finding the drugs she wanted was a little more difficult. Because she was so shy, she’d resorted to asking only her closest friends to help her get some of cocaine or acid. But she was about to have to step out of her comfort zone to get the high she craved.
It was a Friday night during the fall semester and none of her friends were answering her calls or returning her texts. It was almost 8 p.m. and all she’d done was drink a few whisky sours – she was craving a high. Thinking maybe her fried Hattie’s phone was out of earshot, she decided to walk across campus to her friends apartment.
Realizing she was still wearing her pajama pants and a thin spaghetti strap top, she walked into her closet to pick something out to wear. “Ugh. Why didn’t I start the laundry!” she thought. As she examined what remained in her closet, she reached for a denim skirt she absolutely hated to wear and a white silk camisole. As she slipped them on, she shook her head while watching herself in the mirror. She never liked the way she looked. Tonight was no different, but the silk felt nice against her skin. She looked down at her small breast and thought “It’s a big improvement from high school.” She slipped on some sandals and headed out the door.
Half-way across campus, she began to walk down frat row. It was a short cut the her friends place and she enjoyed seeing the frat guys act like idiots and catch glimpses of their bare chest. It was clearly a Friday night as the music blasted from open windows and guys and girls stumbled around in the front yards on the houses. Just as she was about to reach the end of the road, she heard a voice call from her left.
“Hey there, baby! You’re looking hot tonight!” the voice called.
She looked over her shoulder at the Kappa Sigma house and recognized the face that had called out to her. It was Justin from her Algebra class. He was always trying to copy her homework, but Alisa didn’t mind. Justin was built and always looked and smelled nice. One day, he’d grazed her hand as she handed over her homework and a chill went write down her spine and made her stomach jump. She turned and started walking towards him.
“Hey Justin. I see you and your frat buddies are having a good time tonight” she replied.
“You have no idea. You want to come in?” he asked.
Alisa took a second to think about it. She really wanted to get her hands on some coke, but Justin was looking especially hot tonight. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a nice royal blue button up that was unbuttoned. She spotted the beer in his hand and asked, “You have anything in there that’s better than that crap?” pointing at the beer.
Justin grinned and nodded as she walked up the steps to the house and slipped his hand around her waist as he guided her into the house.
The Kappa Sigma house was one of the biggest fraternity houses on campus and as Alisa saw once inside the door, it was put to good use. There were people everywhere, packed in so tight, that you could hardly move from one side to the other. Justin lead her around the edge of the room and down a hallway. They reached a stairwell and he started up. She watched his ass while walking behind him and felt her panties getting moist. It had been a long time since she’d been with a guy and she was hoping maybe Justin would be interested.
At the top of the stairs, Justin walked through a door and turned around and invited Alisa in. As she stepped into the room, there was a strong smell of pot in the room and beer cans were stacked up in the window. Justin offered her a seat and asked what she wanted.
“Got any cocaine?” she asked boldly.
“Wow, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Justin said as he rummaged through a drawer. He pulled out a small bag, a mirror and a razor blade. “Will this do?” he asked.
Alisa lit up at the sight of the white powder as Justin began to cut the cocaine into lines.
Over the next hour, they alternated between snorting lines and drinking some whisky he’d kept under his bed. The entire time, Alisa had been staring through Justin’s shirt at his bare chest. As the drugs began to alter her state of mind, she felt herself getting over her shyness and reaching into the opening of his shirt as she let her hands roam his chest.
Justin laid back onto the couch as Alisa leaned over him and began lightly kissing his chest and neck. She worked her way down his stomach and began to unbutton his shorts. Pulling them down along with his boxers, she released his cock from its cage and it sprang to life. Only semi-hard, his cock was 3 inches around and 6 inches long. She wrapped her hands around it and began licking up and down the sides of his cock. Justin threw his head back and began to moan. She took his balls into her mouth and rolled them over her tongue and then slipped his cock between her lips.
As she began to suck and bob on Justin’s cock, she felt a hand reaching up into her skirt. Enamored by the cock she was tending to, she didn’t think about the fact that Justin had his hands behind his head. The hand slipped into Alisa’s panties and began to slowly rub her clit. This just drove her to bob her head faster and harder as her state of drug-enhanced ecstasy rose. The fingers moved from her clit to her slit and started to make their way inside her pussy. The harder the fingers pumped, the harder she sucked until suddenly the fingers were gone and what felt like a cock began to take their place.
Alisa looked lustfully over her shoulder as the unannounced cock invaded her steaming pussy. She didn’t recognize the guy who was now pounding her like there was no tomorrow, but at this point she didn’t care. She sucked Justin’s cock back between her lips and matched her unknown partners rhythm. After only a few minutes, Justin’s cock erupted in Alisa’s mouth as cum oozed out of the creases in her lips. Four, five, six cumloads forced their way down her throat as she struggled to swallow every drop.
Apparently the sight of cum dribbling out of her mouth was enough to send the guy behind her into an orgasm because he began bucking wildly into her and she could feel his cum splashing against her pussies walls. Justin had moved off the couch and was now watching the sight as the guy who had just pounded her senseless withdrew his rod from her hole.
She rolled over and laid back on the couch, legs spread open and began playing with her clit. Justin suddenly dropped between her legs and took her fingers place as he lapped at the cum dripping from her hot pussy and flicked his tongue across her clit. The other guy moved next to Alisa’s face and offered his semi-erect cock for her consumption. As Alisa obliged, the guy started to talk to Justin.
“I knew you’d eat my cum out of a pussy, you fucking pervert.” he said while Alisa sucked gently on his cock.
Justin just looked up from Alisa’s pussy with pure lust without letting his tongue stop as if to say “Whatever. Fuck if I care!”
His tongue stopped after several moments and she felt Justin’s thick cock, begin to slide into her cum-filled pussy. As he leaned over her body, he did something she never imagined he would do – he took this guys cock into his mouth while fucking Alisa.
Pleased with the show and the pleasure, Alisa leaned a little further back and began playing with her breast while watching Justin suck off this guys cock.
“I can do a lot more than eat your cum, Ben.” Justin said as the cock fell from his mouth.
“I’d say” Ben replied. “You up for more than just sucking my cock and drinking my cum?”
Justin nodded as Ben moved behind him. Alisa began to feel Ben’s weight push Justin deeper into her pussy and was getting close to orgasm just thinking about Justin getting fucked in the ass by the guy who had just filled her up. As the three got into a steady pace, Alisa began to pull and pinch at Justin’s nipples and he began calling out loudly – “Oh fuck, yea.”
Feeling like she wasn’t getting the best end of this deal, Alisa pulled away and looked at the two as Ben continued to fuck Justin in the ass. “Can’t a girl like me get a little bit of both of you again?” she asked. With that, Ben laid back on the coach and motioned for Alisa to come over to him. He turned her around to face away from him and slowly sat her down on his lap. As she slid down, he moved his cock to the entrance of her asshole and began to push it in. Alisa initially winced at the pain, but lowered herself down onto the throbbing cock as the pain subsided.
Ben began to bounce Alisa in a rhythm and told her to rub her clit. Once she was well lubed, Ben told Justin that it was time for him to put his cock to good use and begin fucking Alisa.
Justin moved in between Ben and Alisa’s leg and lowered his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He watched as Ben’s cock moved in and out of her ass just an inch below as he slipped his cock into her hole. Alisa gasp for breath as the feeling of having both of her holes filled at the same time overcame her. The two guys worked themselves into a rhythm and rocked in and out of her. Before long, Alisa began to cum over and over again. She begged them to stop, but Ben wasn’t going to stop until he had cum in her ass. Justin did the same and both guys began pounding her together, harder and harder. Simultaneously, both of them erupted in her holes and once again, Alisa was sent over the edge and screamed out in ecstasy.
As she fell over onto the couch, she looked at Ben and said “From now on, I’m using you to get all my coke.”

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