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Tale of the Elves – Chapter One – Life is Precious

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Hi there ^^ erm, well this is the first chapter of Tale of the Elves, hope you enjoy. Check my bio for information about this series. This only has one mention of nudity in it, and it is more of a build up to the actual storyline than anything. I don’t write wank stories, this is a story with an erotic element. But don’t worry, there will be something rewarding next chapter, and in the ones to come. Thanks! (Btw, the themes up there are the main ones that will appear throughout the series / trilogy)
Constructive Crit. Welcome.
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Beneath the vast canopy of green summer leaves, the horse trotted between trees, it’s flanks mottled green with rays of sun dappled through the branches above.
Atop the large, dark grey beast sat a man, head held high, a look of contentment and peacefulness upon his face. He was dressed in a simple linen shirt and a brown pair of breeches rolled up to the tops of a pair of black riding boots. His cloak was slung over the back of the saddle.
Sheathed in it’s scabbard, a sword of two thumbs width was strapped to the steeds side. It’s hilt glittered faintly in the afternoon sun, the ruby set in the pommel glaring brightly. The reins hung slack in the man’s hands as he directed his steed along a hard-beaten path between the trees.
The saddlebags attached to the horses sides seemed to be umcumbersome. It seemed as though the man was travelling extremely lightly, and he might have been a common peasant were it not for his sword. His face, too, bore tell-tale signs of an extraordinary life. Though his face was handsome, his eyes a light brown and deep, a thick, knotted scar lay upon the skin beneath his chin, and the skin on his face held marks much the same.
Suddenly, the peace of the woodland was disrupted by a single, piercing scream. It sounded near, and the man started in the saddle. There was also the unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed somewhere into the trees on his left. Jumping from his horse and unsheathing his sword from it’s side, he launched himself into the undergrowth off the path.
He ran towards where the noise had been, and soon emerged on the edge of a small clearing. Snapping his head side to side, he caught sight of the disturbance on the other edge of the clearing, beneath the shadows of the trees. He could make out five, maybe six figures, wrestling with another on the ground.
It was a woman, of that he was sure. He got to the group surprisingly quickly, the sight becoming more clear the closer he got, his feet padded and noiseless on the thick grass and leaves. Four of the figures were holding the woman down, while one stood over her. The man noticed that the woman was soaking wet, and clotheless.
He felt as if he had intruded on something indecent. The woman’s face and her earlier scream, however, told the man that she was not in this position out of choice. Her eyes briefly met his between the legs of the man standing over her seconds before he was behind him. He hooked his arm around the man’s throat, pulling it backwards under his chin and snapping his neck instantly.
Looking down at the body, the man realised with disgust what they were doing. The man who he had just killed had his manhood on full show, his breeches unlaced and around his upper thighs. With no time to revel in deeper disgust, the man was suddenly aware of one of the bandits holding the woman down holding an evil-looking knife.
The man grinned, rolling his sword in his palm. This is what he was, who he was. He was Arealam, mercenary and former knight of the empire. Striking down the bandit next to him by burying the sword deep in his chest, Arealam moved just in time to see the one with the knife place it at the naked woman’s throat
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“One more move.” He snarled, pressing it against her skin so beads of blood appeared there, “And I’ll slit her throat from one ear to the other. Drop the sword.” Arealam did not obey immediately, and the bandit pressed the knife harder, making the woman hiss in pain. It was then that Arealam became acutely aware of the woman’s eyes changing, becoming paler somehow.
Kneeling, he laid his sword on the floor, not taking his eyes from hers. “Good.” Hissed the bandit. The others did not release their hold on the woman, still holding her firmly to the floor. The two dead men were not of concern to them. “Now-” The bandit had no more time to say anything else, however, as a flash of blue light suddenly flared by his chest, and he was suddenly flung backwards into the rows of trees, landing in a heap on the floor.
Not questioning his advantage, Arealam surged forward, picking up his sword and screaming a savage war cry. One more bandit fell before his sword, before the woman was able to move. One arm released, she reached up, inhumanly quick, to the face of the bandit on her other side.
Her hand gripped his throat, knuckles turning white, and Arealam blanched as she snapped his neck with her bare hand. The one remaining bandit, sickened and horrified at the deaths of the others, had already started running towards the edge of the clearing. Arealam made to run after him, but the woman softly laid her hand on his chest. “No. Let me.” She breathed, her voice as sweet as birdsong.
She raised her palm pointing towards the fleeing figure, and her lips moved in the ghost of words. Looking back towards the man, Arealam gasped as he suddenly dropped to the ground, clearly dead. For a few seconds after he dropped, the two figures stood silently where they were.
For the first time, Arealam looked at the woman properly. He found it disconcerting that she was already looking at him. Shock hit him as he saw the tips of her ears, pointed and poking through her light brown hair. An elf!
She was exceedingly beautiful, as all elves were fabled to be. Falling to one knee and planting his sword in the ground, Arealam bowed his head. “I am honoured to be in your presence, O elf.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. Elves were told to be whimsical and strange beings.
“Rise, human.” Came the soft voice of the elf. “I should be honoured to be in your presence, for you have just saved me from a most unpleasant experience.” Her voice contained authority, and Arealam rose unsteadily to his feet. His position was not made easier by the fact that she was totally naked before him, and beautiful.
His eyes roamed without him telling them to. Biting his lip, he forced himself to meet the elf’s eye, away from her perfectly formed body. He was surprised to see her smiling. “I apologize for the state of my undress,” she said softly, turning away from him, “but those brigands caught me unawares while I was bathing in yonder stream,” she motioned forwards, through the trees.
“I was unable to stop them. Normally, of course, they would be no match for an elf, as you saw, but I am afraid I was complacent. The handle of his knife was quick to blacken my thoughts.” She turned slightly and pointed to a gash he had not noticed before, on her forehead. “I only awoke before you arrived, and my magic was slow to come after being unconcious.”
“Bastard!” Came a sudden, sharp growl from the shadows beneath the trees. Seconds later, something came hurtling through the air over the elf’s shoulder. The knife seemed to slow, centimetres before Arealam’s chest, before planting itself in his heart. The noise from the surrounding trees seemed dulled as he looked down, blood now pouring from the wound.
The ground behind him rose up to meet him, and he was suddenly staring up at the piercingly blue sky. A wordless moan escaped his lips as the pain of the wound hit him. His hands clasped around the handle of the knife, and his vision swam as the blurred image of the elf appeared into it. She was saying words he could not hear.
He screamed as she wrenched the knife free. That he could hear. Was she trying to kill him? He wriggled weakly in her grasp as she laid a palm over his chest, blood now streaming from between his lips into his short beard. It frothed as he moaned and spat.
It felt as if there were worms in his chest. Worms, crawling under his skin, inside the muscle. They itched, they burned. His hands rose limply, clawing uselessly at the back of the elf’s smooth hand. “Be still, Human!” Was the first thing he heard as his hearing suddenly came rushing back.
He gagged and spluttered as the blood pooled around his head suddenly swam over his face and streamed back into his mouth. He felt it running down his throat, he could feel the warmness of it suddenly sweeping through his cold body. He felt the cool touch of the elf’s palm on his chest.
Gasping once the blood was gone from his mouth, he gagged and rolled onto his side. Looking down, he stared at the place where the knife had been. Skin covered the spot, seamlessly smooth. His shirt was torn, but that was a small price.
He gasped. “How…?” But the question answered itself. She was an elf, a being of magic. “Thank you.” He could not express the depths of his gratitude. He raised himself onto his elbows, noticing the elf at the edge of the clearing once more, staring into the trees. “Where did he go?”
“He ran.” Muttered the elf. “I would go after him, but he is no major problem. We are on the border of the elven capital. It is surrounded by wards that will not let him get too close if harbours no ill thoughts for the elven kind. Though if he does, he might be able to get further in than he wishes…”
She turned to look at him again, staring at him with beautiful, unblinking eyes. As ever, she seemed surpremely unfaltered about being naked this close to a man. Looking at her form, Arealam felt a rising pressure in the groin of his breeches. The elves were fabled among the races as being the most beautiful and well-proportioned, and it was true.
“I left my clothes on the stream bank. I will go and fetch them. You, saddle your horse and meet me on the path directly north of here in five minutes.” With that, she disappeared through the trees. He did not ask how she knew of his horse.
Five minutes later, he sat astride his horse in the afore mentioned place, sword strapped once more to the saddle. He shivered as he caught sight of the elf making her way through the trees. She moved with grace, yet he knew she could kill him in an instant, perhaps without even putting a worthwhile amount of energy into it. She was now clothed in a simple, fitted white dress that ended breezily just above her knees. She walked barefoot.
Arealam’s insides squirmed at the sight of her. She was dressed so simply, yet she shined with a beautiful radiance that would have had any weaker man crawling at her feet. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth beyond comparison, and her figure rivaled that of the goddess of beauty.
“You will accompany me to our city.” She said as she reached the horse. “My mother would want to properly reward you for preventing such…occurences.” She looked up at him with deep green eyes. “You saved me from something I dare not think about.” She said softly.
“I need no reward.” He spoke with honesty and respect. “You saved my own life.” He pointed to the tear in his shirt. The elf smiled. “Still, my mother would still see it as a poor compliment of our thanks. Be honoured: no human has entered one of our cities for over four hundred years.”
Arealam knew of the war that had raged between the two races four hundred years ago. A truce was called after a hundred years of fighting, but the elves had sunk into their forests, and were rarely seen or spoken to after that. Their secrets of magic and nature were no longer shared, but tales of their beauty and knowledge carried on living.
Before he could speak again, the elf had taken a running leap at the horse. Strangely, it did not move as she did so. It seemed oddly calm in her presense. Her hand entwined with the harness as she gracefully leaped into the saddle in front of Arealam, not shaking the saddle at all.
“That was impressive.” Laughed Arealam. The elf smiled in return, pushing a braid of hair behind her pointed ear. Arealam noticed that the thin dress had pulled up her thighs as she sat with her legs pointed forwards. He shuddered. “Hold my waist,” came the command, “we will be travelling faster than you have before, I think.”
His hands burned as he placed them on her slim waist, and they were off. She was right; she was obviously controlling the horse to run faster than normally would have been possible. Wind lapped at his hair and stung his face as they rode, and forgetting himself, he wrapped his arms fully around the elf’s waist. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he thought he heard her chuckle.
They swerved off the path into the undergrowth. Normally, the branches would have swiped and clawed at them, but they didn’t touch them. They seemed to bend out of their way as they approached, creating a sort of corridor through the forest, only to close up behind them. Arealam stared in wonder at the magic.
The scent of her skin wafted into his face as they rode. It was intoxicating, a mix of wood bark, pine needles and other naturely things. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. The smell was slightly overpowering, and he started to feel dazed, as if had consumed a small tankard of ale.
They rode for at least an hour. Arealam guessed it would have taken him fives times as long to travel the same distance, and never to this place; there had been too much undergrowth. They were stood in a beautiful glade, where a small pool of water fed by a trickle of water glimmered on the left. The bare grass on the right looked untouched; pristine green blades of grass that stirred faintly in the breeze.
“We must dismount here.” Came the elf’s cool voice from infront of him. After the sound of the wind rushing past his ears for the past hour, her voice startled him. “My people will have already been watching us for some time, but it would be best to show respect when entering the kingdom.”
Before he could ask where said kingdom was, Arealam’s gaze rested on the far edge of the glade. The trees there seemed to shine with a liquid glow, and the space between them, while almost perfectly transparent, seemed oddly mottled or hazy, as if surrounded by a film of water.
The elf had already dismounted lightly from the horse, hitting the ground without so much as a thump. Arealam got off with much less finesse; he was a talented rider and knew how to dismount, but he couldn’t help making the scuffles and thumps that were nescessary as he dismounted.
“It still amazes me how like children humans are.” The elf smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Always knocking into things, and with their dull senses.” Arealam was stung. “Aye, but if you are so sharp of sense, why is it that a bunch of half-wit brigands were able to approach you whilst you bathed?” he sniped back.
“I did not mean to offend.” Came the quick reply in her strange accent, and he believed her words. “I am aware of the faults of my own race as well as others, I was merely making a statement. I will not let loose my words so easily from now, forgive me.” Arealam nodded his head. “But in answer to your question, I was taken by surprise. I had sunk into such a state of relaxation that my senses were almost the same as a human’s. It took me a while to gather my thoughts long enough to summon magic, which you saw.”
Her tone told Arealam he shouldn’t broach on the subject. He said nothing more as he took the reins of his horse and followed the elf across the glade. She stopped just before the trees, and before the hazy barrier that surrounded them.
“I will warn you,” said the elf, turning and looking into his eyesm”the magic that surrounds our capital is strong; none but an elf can pass without effect. I will help you get through, but it will still be unpleasant. The barrier is a mix of emotions, thoughts and memories of our race, thousands of years strong, held together with the strength of hundreds of spellweavers. You may see things you can make no sense of, things that make you feel emotions you did not know you had. Whatever you do, do not try and force the feeling away. You would die, and perhaps kill me through you.”
“It is meant to kill trespassers, none of which could ever mean us anything but harm, for if they did not mean us harm, the magic would have turned them away from this place by now. You only managed to get here because you are with me.”
Arealam nodded, a sense of trepidation rising in his gut. He looked sideways at his horse. “Won’t-”
“No.” She cut in. “Horse’s minds, though beautiful, aren’t as intricate as a human’s or an elf’s. She will not be affected.” Arealam took her at her word, and let her pull the reins from his grasp. He laid his palm in her offered one, feeling her small, cool hand wrap around his own as if he were a child.
She stepped through the barrier, disturbing it slightly. A few seconds later, it had changed back, giving it it’s transparent look again. She turned and looked at him through the haze. “Come.” She said, and he was surprised to hear her voice unchanged. “Step through.” Taking a deep breath, he abided.
It was if he had passed through a sheet of lukewarm water. The feeling was pleasant, and he was suddenly filled with a feeling of contentment and happiness that was not his own. A smile lingered upon his face. Moments later, though, this changed to one of such anger he thought he would die of the pressure forcing itself from within his skull.
Visions flooded into his mind. He could not make sense of them. One, an elfen child, climbing the roots of a massive golden tree. This quickly changed to another, of tongues of flame burning a city hidden within the trees to ashes, smoke pouring into the sky, changing again to one of a brute of a man burying a dagger in a weak-looking elf’s chest…
He collapsed onto the leaf-strewn floor, body shuddering. His emotions changed rapidly, from hot, white anger to serene calm, to a mix of both and back to anger. A choked gurgle escaped from his mouth before a last gasp escaped him, and he lay still. The elf, shocked by the vigour of the effect the boundary had on him, knelt down beside him, laying her palm on his cheek.
She lifted her head up, looking into the canopy of leaves. “Genrde.” She called into the trees. “Genrde altovisá!” Her voice echoed strangely in the seemingly empty forest.

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22Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Two: Pretzel Lovin’
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 Twenty-Two: Harry and Hermione attempt their first original ritual.
In order to prepare themselves for the rituals that Hermione had created, the brunette witch devised a comprehensive workout routine. This routine consisted of several yoga postures as well as various calisthenics. Both of the young lovers would practice the same yoga postures, but they would perform different calisthenics. Harry found some of the standing yoga postures very easy due to his innate sense of balance. But the couple found out something they did not know before; Hermione was naturally very flexible. She could perform postures like the Shooting-bow Pose, Half-moon Pose, and Plow Pose very easily. This pleased Harry very much, especially when Hermione would do the Standing Forward Bend because it gave him a spectacular view of her delicious bottom.
As for their individual calisthenics, Harry would do full push-ups while Hermione would practice modified push-ups where her knees were allowed to touch the floor. The pair also did several types of sit-ups and stomach crunches. But one callisthenic Hermione would perform puzzled Harry. The young witch would either sit in a chair or simply stand in once spot while Harry did his pull-ups. She did not move any part of her body; she didn’t even look like she was straining herself. When Harry would ask her what she was doing, she’d always reply “I’m doing my exercises.”
At first Harry didn’t think she was doing any exercises at all. But after a week of Hermione’s motionless work-out, Harry had discovered the benefits. He had vowed to search for this Dr. Arnold Kegel and thank him profusely for creating such an incredibly versatile and rewarding exercise.
*
One night while going over his notes for Transfiguration, Harry’s mind wandered to the rituals that Hermione had created and realized something.
“Hey, Hermione, I just thought of something,” he began. Hermione looked up from her notes and he continued. “Do you think that our power boosts will affect these rituals you’ve made?”
Hermione was silent for a moment before speculating, “It’s possible.”
“Maybe we should get somebody to do the rituals as well,” Harry opined.
“That’s a good idea, Harry,” Hermione agreed. “We would need a couple to perform the ritual so we could have a baseline.”
“What’s a ‘baseline’?”
“A standard to which we could compare and measure our success,” Hermione clarified. “We would need to know what should happen based on a normal powered couple compared to our boosted abilities.”
“Oh well, that makes sense,” Harry replied. “And we can get Ron and Luna to do the rituals. Neither of them has performed any power boosting rituals.”
“They’d be perfect,” Hermione added. “But we’ll have to make them do the same exercises we do so that they can be prepared.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Harry said.
After a moment, Hermione added; “You still want to do the rituals though, don’t you? Regardless of our how our power boosts might affect them?”
“Oh, definitely,” Harry replied. He was one never to pass up an opportunity for sex. “In fact, I think we should practice for the ritual.”
“Practice in what way?” Hermione asked coyly.
“Just the basics,” Harry replied. “You know, simple stuff like I place my penis into your vagina and go on from there.”
“Ah, you’re such a romantic, Harry,” she said with a randy smile. Harry could tell that she was more than willing to push her notes to the side so that the two of them could bang each others brains out on the table thanks to her patented ‘come shag me’ look. But Harry felt like toying with his lover a bit.
“Yeah, you’re right. Never mind,” he turned his attention back to his notes. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“Uh uh, Mr. Potter,” Hermione said while unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse. “You said you were going to put your penis in my vagina. And I’m going to hold you to it.”
Even though it was just a quickie, Hermione was very energetic. She cheered and encouraged Harry with phrases such as/ “Insert penis faster!”/
*
Ron and Luna were very interested in helping Harry and Hermione test out the new rituals. The reason for this drive was that Luna, being a Ravenclaw, was intrigued and excited by the notion of helping test new magics. On the other hand, Ron, being a bloke, was intrigued and excited by the notion of boinking his wife in new positions. The married couple joined in on Harry and Hermione’s morning exercise routines with a passion.
After a few weeks of exercises, the two couples progressed to higher repetitions of calisthenics and more advanced yoga postures. Because of his balance, Harry was very good at the one-legged pose and Hermione’s flexibility let her perform the camel pose easily. Ron and Luna were progressing fairly well also.
Both couples noted that the exercises gave them extra energy. Which Hermione and Luna were quite happy about since it gave them needed energy to deal with their heavier class loads. The outcome of the exercises made Ron and Harry happy because they now had extra energy which they used on Luna and Hermione, respectively.
/ /During this self-imposed training period, the extra lessons that Flitwick and McGonagall had offered had progressed as well. Harry and his friends were now performing cross-species transfiguration and advanced charms used to animate various inanimate objects even during battle simulations.
One Saturday early in this training phase, after they had finished their exercises, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna were busy doing their homework in the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers. The four friends had agreed to do their work in this room as opposed to the library because they were allowed to talk to each other in the chambers. A knock on the door interrupted their studies.
“Wotcher, kids,” a ridiculously happy Tonks said, albeit very quietly. The reason for Tonks’ joy as well as her lowered volume was cuddled up in her arms asleep.
A chubby, bald-headed, little baby softly snored in his mother’s arms.
Luna and Hermione began making high-pitched sounds that told Harry they were overjoyed to see the infant. The two witches rushed the pink-haired Auror and silently asked to hold the baby.
“Let me introduce Sirius Romulus Tonks-Lupin,” Tonks introduced her son as she gently handed him to Hermione. The brunette witch immediately began making soft cooing sounds and Luna waited patiently for her turn.
“When was he born?” Harry asked.
“Three days ago,” Tonks said.
“Did you and Remus get married in time?” Hermione asked as she eyed a modest gold ring on Tonks’ finger.
“Barely,” the Auror replied with a chuckle. “Let’s just say I said my vows in between contractions.”
“Speaking of Remus, where is he?” Ron asked.
“Last night was a full moon,” Tonks answered. “So he’s resting.”
“Oh,” Ron muttered.
A sudden tension filled the air. The four teenagers looked at the slumbering baby with a touch of sadness.
“Don’t worry,” Tonks reassured them. “Sometimes Lycanthropy doesn’t get passed down. Hopefully we’ll be lucky and lil’ Sirius won’t get all fuzzy every month.”
“When will you know for certain whether or not it’s passed him by?” asked Harry.
“The disease usually surfaces when the child turns five or so,” the new mother answered. “So we’ll just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best. If not, then Remus will have a play buddy on full moons.”
Tonks was surprisingly upbeat. She talked to the two witches about the joys of motherhood; stretch marks, swollen breast, and sleepless nights. It was plainly obvious that Tonks couldn’t have been happier.
While Luna was holding Sirius, Tonks turned her attention to Harry and Hermione and asked; “So did you get to cum on her tits like you wanted to?”
Harry blanched and Hermione’s face turned beet red. Luna began to giggle softly and Ron looked in between Hermione’s chest and Luna’s. It was clear that he was wondering if he could do the same act.
“You told Tonks?” Hermione hissed in between her gritted teeth at Harry.
Before Harry could stammer a response, Tonks decided to help him and spoke up: “Actually, Courtney told me about it.”
“You told Courtney?” Hermione growled. Obviously, Tonks’ attempt at helping the young man out of a predicament was actually making it worse.
This time, Harry was able to stammer a response.
“Well… err… I… ah… sort of.”
“What did you just start up a conversation and say /’Great to see you, Courtney. Oh, by the way, I want to give Hermione a titty-shag’?” /Hermione asked in a scandalized way.
“No, that’s not how it happened,” Tonks defended Harry. “Courtney and Harry were talking about innocent things when she brought up sex – you know how she gets. Anyway, she was able to wriggle that tidbit of information out of Harry.”
Hermione huffed. She was still clearly upset and embarrassed.
“Did having a penis in between your breasts feel good?” Luna asked.
“Honestly, not really,” Hermione admitted and than offered a smile to Harry. “But it made Harry feel good, so I was pleased.”
“I hear it’s good for the skin,” Luna began. “Does it really tighten up the pores?”
Hermione huffed again at Luna’s crude question. But after a second, she couldn’t help but to crack a smile.
“It does; wonderful,” Luna announced. “Ronald, I’ll have to test this out for myself, so get ready.”
Judging by the happy smile on Ron’s face, he was ready to give it a go right then and there.
“So how were you able to do it?” Tonks asked. “I mean, Hermione’s got such small titties I’d imagine it was a little difficult.”
“Hey, your tits aren’t much bigger than mine,” Hermione jested.
In retaliation, Tonks screwed her eyes shut and her breasts began to expand like balloons. They grew and grew until they reached Luna’s size – which made the fabric of her/ “Weird Sisters” /pullover stretch to near ripping.
The four teenagers stared wide-eyed at the now overly endowed Tonks.
“Being a Metamorphmagus does have its benefits,” Tonks said impressively. “Yep, Remus is one lucky man. He can shag a different woman every night without cheating. Before my whirlwind pregnancy, Remus and I were masters at role-playing. He didn’t like it much though when we played /Stern “Professor and Naughty School Girl” /because I decided to make it as real as possible and made myself look like a fifteen year old. It freaked him out.”
Tonks and her son left a few minutes later. As the pink haired mother left the teenagers, she bragged, “I’ve got to show my son off to a load of other people.”
“We’ll be leaving now,” Luna announced suddenly to Harry and Hermione.
“We will?” Ron asked.
“Is there something you have to do?” Harry inquired.
“Yes, I need to see how effective Ronald’s seminal fluid is as a skin moisturizer,” Luna stated casually. “I’d be more than willing to test it right here on the couch, but I know how shy you and Hermione are when it comes to such public displays. So I figure that we’ll go back to Ronald’s room. Ta.”
With that, Luna and Ron left the Head Boy and Girl’s chambers. Ron had a look of absolute happiness on his face as his wife led him out. It was clear that he was going to enjoy using his wife’s enormous breasts in a new way.
“She certainly is a unique girl,” commented Hermione.
“That’s one way of putting it,” added Harry.
Hermione suddenly laughed out loud. “I just realized something,” she said. “Remember what I said about not replacing my moisturizer with your seminal fluid?”
“Yeah,” Harry answered.
“Well, judging by Ron’s apparent unending virility, it is possible for Luna to do just that,” Hermione said with a smile.
Harry felt very queasy for Hermione’s statement caused a mental image to pop up in his head. In this vision, Luna came bounding up to Harry and Hermione, every inch of her exposed flesh coated with a translucent and glossy liquid as she proudly declared: “It really does work as a moisturizer!”
*
During the pair’s hectic training and school schedules, the second week of September rolled around, and Harry began making plans for Hermione’s birthday. It was after all, her first birthday as his girlfriend and he wanted to make it as special as possible. Not only was Harry planning on buying a number of gifts for his lover, but he was also planning on a romantic candle lit dinner. He got two of her presents from Owl Catalogs but for the most important gift he snuck out of the castle one morning while Hermione was in Ancient Runes and made a quick trip to Diagon Alley.
When they woke up on the 19th of September, Harry kissed Hermione before saying “Happy Birthday.” He handed her his first present and Hermione smiled sweetly after she opened a finely caved box used to hold her writing materials; it had a felt lined compartment for her quill and several jars filled with different inks.
At lunch, Harry presented Hermione with her second birthday gift: a soft leather book bag with a Featherweight Charmed imbued in it. Before Harry could begin to explain the nature of the gift, the brunette witch squealed joyously and she held the bag over her head.
“It’s the/ ‘Notably Toteable Library Satchel!” /she exclaimed. “I’ve wanted this for so long!”
When dinner time came, Harry led Hermione into the hidden passageway under the Whomping Willow and into what used to be the Shrieking Shack – the interior of the house was still a magnificent mansion. Harry took Hermione into the Shack’s spectacular white marble dining room where Dobby was waiting for them.
During his preparations, Harry contacted Dobby and some of the other House-Elves (from the sect that didn’t want to castrate him for touching the Great One) and asked them to help prepare a dinner for Hermione. They were more than happy to make a outstanding meal for their prophesized savior. Dobby and the other Hogwarts’ House-Elves contacted their peers across the globe to help out in the meal.
After Harry held Hermione’s seat out and the brunette witch sat down, Dobby snapped his fingers and the large oak table was suddenly covered with several silver platters of exotic looking foods.
Dinner started with delectable appetizers made by a House-Elf from Nice. Then the couple moved onto the main course; a duck that was prepared by one of the finest House-Elf chefs in China. Dessert was a Key Lime pie made by a very talented elf- pastry chef from Liverpool.
“That was lovely, Harry,” Hermione said with a happy smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said before getting up and walking over to his girlfriend. He handed her a long thin case and said once more; “Happy birthday.”
“You shouldn’t have,” Hermione said and opened the case. Inside was a thin silver chain necklace with a small diamond dangling from it.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she said, “It’s beautiful.”
“May I?” Harry asked while gesturing to the necklace. She nodded her head and Harry pulled the jewelry out of the case. He unclasped the chain and Hermione held up her kinky hair, allowing him to place it around her neck and clasp it.
Harry had thought about buying her a ring, but he was afraid that she would mistake it for an engagement ring – not that he wasn’t ready to propose to Hermione. They had already decided to wait until they were done with school before making it official. Besides, Harry thought that proposing to her on her birthday would be too cheesy and clichĂ©d.
Dobby bowed to Harry and Hermione and snapped his fingers once more. The food disappeared from the table and the house-elf walked out of the room.
“I feel so rotten,” Hermione pouted. Harry gulped and wondered if she didn’t like his presents. “You give me this gorgeous diamond necklace and two other truly thoughtful gifts for my birthday and all I gave to you on your birthday was a lousy blow-job.”
With a chuckle, Harry informed her, “It was in no way lousy. That was the single best birthday present I ever received.”
Hermione’s face began to glow and she said, “That may be, but you gave me three presents today and I only gave you that one. So I think I should start making it up to you.”
The brunette witch smiled wickedly as she slid off of her chair and knelt in front of Harry.
“Happy Birthday to you,” /she sang as she started to undo his trousers. “Happy Birthday to you,” she continued and pulled ‘Harry, Jr.’ out into the open air. “Happy Birthday, dear Harry.”/
/ /She then popped his organ into her mouth and hummed the rest of the song. She had to repeat the tune several times before he climaxed. The naughty witch made a show to Harry of presenting his seed in her mouth before swallowing it.
“That is the best Birthday present,” Harry reaffirmed. He decided to give Hermione a fourth present. It was a present that kept on giving; multiple orgasms.
After guiding her onto the oak table which Dobby had just cleared, Harry tapped into his love core and activated his parsletongue abilities. He didn’t stop devouring her until his tongue became numb; she was the birthday girl and this day needed to be special after all.
*
After an early morning exercise one October morning, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna made their way to the castle’s kitchen for a light snack. Even though they could’ve just asked Dobby to get some food for them, Hermione didn’t like the idea of overworking the house-elf. But their trek to the kitchen was aborted when two people came stumbling out of an unused classroom.
Normally, when two people came stumbling out of a classroom, Harry and his friends wouldn’t give them much heed. But when the two people happened to be Neville and Ginny and both of them had mussed up hair and puffy, red lips as if they had just finished snogging like crazed teenagers, then Harry and his friends would stop and give heed.
“WHAT THE BLOODY EFFING HELL!” Ron screamed as he leapt toward Neville.
As Ron flew through the air, Harry recalled how Neville had physically thrashed a Death Eater on the train ride to the castle. Harry instantly came to the conclusion that if Ron started a fist fight with Neville, that the red hair wizard would get his arse handed to him. So, relying on his reflexes, honed by years of Quidditch (and dodging the Dursleys), Harry tackled Ron to the ground.
“Harry, gerroff me!” Ron growled. “I have to protect my sister’s virtue!”
Once again, Hermione apparently felt the overwhelming desire to point out that Ron was belated in his actions of trying to protect Ginny’s chastity. “It’s a little too late for that,” she commented. However her comment wasn’t soft and under her breath like it was when she had muttered a few weeks before. This time everyone around her heard her clearly.
“Hey!” Ginny said loudly. “I’m not that much of a slut!’
Hermione countered with a “pfft” sound.
“Ron, your sister’s a big girl now,” Harry tried to explain as Ron struggled to get up. “She can make decisions for herself.”
“Besides, Ronald, we’ve discussed this,” Luna said in a dreamy and soothing tone. “Ginny learned from our mistake; she cannot do anything with Neville besides kissing without being forced by your mother to marry him.”
After a moment, Ron acquiesced. “All right, fine,” he grumbled.
Harry got off of Ron, which was a mistake. The instant Harry had released him, Ron jumped up and charged at Neville.
“YOU TOUCHED MY SISTER!” he shouted.
Thankfully, Harry was able to grab his friend around his shoulders. He was trying to hold Ron back, but the red haired wizard continued to struggle.
“Ron, you’re taking this /’over-protective brother’ /thing a little too far, don’t you think?” Hermione reasoned. “Anyway, quite a number of people have touched your sister before Neville got his chance.”
“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I am not such a loose witch!” Ginny tried to defend herself.
Another “pfft” noise filled the air in defiance to Ginny’s remark. This time however, it was Luna who had made the sound.
“Ginny, I love you like a sister – which technically you are, now since I am married to Ronald,” Luna said sweetly. “But Michael Corner and I are in the same House and he talked about that night in the Greenhouse.”
Ginny gasped. “He said he wouldn’t tell!”
“Oh, my poor Ginny, you’re so very much like the Amazonian Lake Fortainian; you’re far too trusting. And as everybody well knows, those misfortunate creatures were driven to extinction because of their trusting nature. Not only did Michael tell what you did in the Greenhouse, he wrote poems about it,” Luna added. “And you should know you’re not supposed to pull Mandrakes out of the soil that way.”
“Hey, although I really love to hear disturbing stories about the girl I used to date,” Harry interjected as he struggled with Ron, “I need some help here.”
“Should I stun him?” Hermione offered.
“No, I can take care of Ronald,” Luna said and walked in front of her husband. The blonde witch tugged her robes open and exposed her massive breasts. It was quiet effective. Ron stopped struggling all together and Harry felt his friend’s breath slow and his pulse lower as the red haired wizard stared dumbly at his wife’s boobs.
“Merlin, they’re huge,” Ginny murmured in awe as she became transfixed with her sister-in-law’s enormous mounds.
“Come here, Ronald,” Luna said coyly. “Your wife wants to spend some special time with you.”
Luna backed up toward the classroom Neville and Ginny had just left and Ron followed like a puppy. After the married couple disappeared in the room, Harry turned to Neville.
“Don’t worry about him,” Harry said in a reassuring way. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”
“Thanks Harry,” Neville began. “I appre-”
Neville had his statement cut short because loud moaning began to emanate from the classroom.
“They’re all ready going at it?” Ginny asked in a mixture of disbelief and horror.
“And at it and at it and at it,” Hermione added.
A muffled yet impassioned “Yes, right there!” filtered through the door, causing the four teenagers to feel even more uncomfortable then they already were.
“Let’s go fetch a snack,” Harry offered to Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. The three quickly agreed with Harry and the two couples rushed as fast as they could away from the loud and various noises coming from the classroom.
*
A few days later, Hermione came to the conclusion that they were ready to perform her wit-enhancing ritual. When asked about the need for the baseline as performed by a non-boosted couple, Hermione replied that the baseline could be examined later; she was ready (and randy) now. She and Harry went over the logistics of the ritual for two full hours. She drew a fairly detailed (it was an advanced form of stick figures, mind you, but that was very detailed given Hermione’s artistic abilities) drawing showing their position during the ritual. And she made sure that Harry had memorized the simple incantation he was to say when he climaxed:/ “Maximus Intellegentia”/
/ /When it was time to do the act, they converted the spare Head’s room into their ritual room. Basically, they just stripped the room of all of its furnishings and drew some symbols and runes on the floor. And for their comfort, they placed a Cushioning Charm on the floor as well.
“Now remember Harry, when you ejaculate, shout, ‘/Maximus Intellegentia’,” /Hermione reiterated as they both got naked.
Harry nodded his head distractedly. After all, the two of them were standing there quite nicely naked and his mind was focused on her lovely form.
“Okay, let’s get started,” he announced.
For the ritual to work properly, both Harry and Hermione had to be aroused. So they kissed and played with each other for a bit before they were able to start the actual ritual. And be certain, that when Harry ate out Hermione and she went down on him it was strictly for the ritual; neither enjoyed the activity… right, sure they didn’t.
Once they were good and aroused, Hermione took her position. First, she lay on her back. Then she hoisted up her hips and legs until she was able to place her calves under her shoulders. This obviously meant that her back had to be bent quite a bit. Even with her natural flexibility, Hermione would have had difficulties achieving this posture without the weeks of yoga practice.
Next, Harry took his position. His posture was very simple, especially compared to Hermione’s. All he had to do was face away from Hermione, place his feet on either side of her, and squat so that his bits were in front of Hermione’s flower. This meant that because of Hermione’s almost balled-up position, Harry’s naked bottom was very close to her face. Harry assumed that her view must not have been very appealing. But, judging by the playful bite placed on his left cheek, Hermione must’ve actually enjoyed looking at his bum.
“Let’s get going,” commanded Hermione.
Harry gently pushed into her and began to pump. It was a very awkward position and it took a few moments for Harry to get into the flow of it. But once he got it down, he found he rather liked it.
The way he was positioned, the only thing he could see of his girlfriend was her wonderful round bottom. This gave him ample opportunity to spank, rub, and massage her wondrous orbs.
And Hermione seemed to enjoy the odd position as well. She was happily shouting a “yes”/, “ah”/, or “oh” with every thrust. And Hermione cried out “SWEET BABY MAEVE!” twice. Harry reckoned that they would have to practice this position just for the pleasure of it, the ritual be damned.
A few minutes after they started, Harry felt his climax approaching.
“Maximus Intellegentia!” he shouted as he came.
A sudden wave of energy washed over him. He felt it pass through Hermione as well.
After they caught their breath, he helped his girlfriend to her feet and she asked “Did it work?”
“I don’t know,” Harry said. “Ask me something I shouldn’t know?”
“Okay, how was the Philosopher’s Stone able to prolong Flamel’s life?” she asked.
“Well, the Stone was used to create the Elixir of Life, a highly advanced healing potion. Not only did the Elixir cure sickness, but it fought off the effects of aging as well, thereby granting a form of immortality,” Harry stated.
“It worked!” heralded Hermione.
The couple spent the next day scouring the library. Harry read every course book from all five years of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, whereas Hermione devoured nearly every book in the Restricted Second. Harry then had a very interesting debate with Hermione on how the laws of physics weren’t broken when magic was used, just slightly bent.
But when Harry woke up the fifth day after the ritual, he noticed something odd; he felt that the mental energy that had been with him since the ritual had dissipated. He had discovered that he had lost all the information he had learned while under the effects of the ritual. He remembered that he had read and understood all those books. But he could not recall anything he had learned. It was as if the things he learned was a dream, it had drifted away.
At first, Harry was a little perplexed by the duration of the affects of the ritual.
“Why did it only last a few days, Hermione?” he asked his girlfriend.
“It was just a simple ritual that was never meant to be permanent” she explained. “It is similar to the power boosting ritual you performed accidentally. If we wanted the affects to be longer lasting, we would need to make the ritual more difficult and complex.”
“More complex, eh?” Harry said with a wry grin. He was intrigued by the notion of using various poses and positions for the ritual. Perhaps they would start out by having Hermione lean against a wall and he would take her from behind, then the couple would move to the couch where she would ride him like a hippogriff, finally they would finish with some position where they were both twisted around each other like some erotic pretzel.
“Not more complex in a fun way, Harry,” Hermione corrected. “To make it permanent, we would have to integrate some form of sacrifice, usually blood from one of us. That’s why my power boost was permanent; we used the blood from my broken hymen as a sacrifice.”
After breakfast, Hermione came to the conclusion that they would need to have Ron and Luna perform the ritual to make sure that their results weren’t something of a fluke.
The two couples spent the next half hour going over the ritual in great detail. Hermione drew them a picture and answered all of Ron and Luna’s questions. Satisfied that they understood the ritual, the married couple got up and went into the spare room, leaving Harry and Hermione in the outer chamber.
A very short while later, a shout of “Maximus Intellegentia!” came from the spare bedroom.
“That was quick,” commented Hermione.
“You’re surprised?” Harry asked rhetorically with pride at his own stamina in comparison with Ron’s.
A few moments later, Ron and Luna came waltzing out of the room and sat on the couch across from Harry and Hermione.
“Okay Ron, Luna, how do you feel?” Harry asked. He was anxious to see if the ritual had worked.
“Much more smarter,” Ron answered. Harry became a little concerned by his friend’s answer. It wasn’t unusual for Ron to use improper English, but the ritual should’ve stopped him from doing so. Hermione shared a look with Harry that told him she was just as worried.
“What’s the square root of two?” Hermione asked Ron. This would prove to Harry if the ritual was a success or not. He was positive that Ron had no previous knowledge what a square root was. If the ritual worked, Ron should give the correct answer.
“A top hat!” Ron declared triumphantly. Luna gave her husband a congratulatory pat on the back for such a good answer.
“Um, I don’t think the ritual worked,” speculated Hermione.
“Luna, what’s your favorite color?” Harry asked the blonde witch.
“Eighty-five!” Luna answered happily.
“I think the ritual didn’t work,” Harry repeated Hermione’s conclusion.
“That’s my wife,” Ron announced. “The most smartest witch in the world!”
“It really didn’t work,” added Harry. “Is it because we had performed power boosting rituals and they didn’t?”
“No, I think they must’ve done the ritual incorrectly,” Hermione answered Harry as Ron and Luna watched them with glazed looks in their eyes. “And it actually lowered their intelligence instead of raising it. Maybe they did the act backwards, I mean physically backwards, not in backwards order.”
“How could they do it backwards?” asked Harry. “We drew them a picture.”
“Harry, we’re talking about a couple who/ ‘accidentally’ /had anal sex their first date,” Hermione pointed out. “That’s not something regular people do unintentionally.”
“Wait a minute,” Harry interrupted. Hermione’s comment gave him an idea as to how the married coupleperformed the ritual. “Um, when you guys did the ritual, did you do anything unusual?”
“Yes,” Luna said with a stupid smile. “Ronald missed and did me in the dirty place. Tee hee.”
Luna didn’t end her statement with a light giggle, she had actually said the phrase “Tee hee”.
“First of all; ow! Second:/ ew!” /Hermione said. “And third; this is actually helpful.”
“It is?” Harry asked, desperately trying to block the image of Ron accidentally sodomizing Luna… again.
“Yes, we can conclude that when the couple performs the ritual anally, it actually lowers the participants’ intelligence. Therefore, it’s possible that they could return to their normal intelligence if they performed the ritual correctly. It would counterbalance.”
“You want us to do it again?” Luna asked.
“Yes,” Hermione answered.
“Great!” Ron exclaimed. He immediately jumped off the couch and landed on his back with a thud. Before Harry and Hermione could stop him, Ron hoisted up his legs and grabbed his ankles and levered his bottom into the air. Luna than sprang into action. She leapt off of the couch and grabbed her husband’s hips and began to thrust her hips into his bottom. Thankfully for Harry and Hermione’s sanity, both Ron and Luna were still fully clothed.
“I… /un/… think… /oh/… it’s… /ah/…. working!” Luna grunted as she repeatedly slapped her pelvis against Ron’s bum.
“I’m more intelligenter,” Ron cried out.
“Maybe we should wait for it to wear off,” offered Harry.
“Yes, good point,” Hermione concurred. “Otherwise I think they’d just end up hurting themselves.”
*
The affects of Ron and Luna’s botched ritual didn’t wear off for two full days. The first day, Luna got in trouble for trying to use the sink in the boys’ lavatory as a toilet… three separate times. Ron got a week’s worth of detentions for demanding that Professor Slughorn needed to show him how to brew water (yes, water. The whole concept of the simple liquid confused and baffled Ron at that time). Of course, Ron had somehow snuck into Slughorn’s chambers and made his demand at three in the morning, hence the week-long detention.
The night after the failed ritual had worn off, Luna was in Harry and Hermione’s chambers seeking help on some of the notes she had taken during Charms. Because of the ritual, her notes consisted exclusively of drawings of flowers and unicorns. Thankfully, Hermione had kept her notes from the previous year and was helping Luna catch up. Harry was certain that if Ron wasn’t in detention, he would’ve been copying Hermione’s notes as well.
A soft, but urgent knocking drew the three teens’ attention to the door. Dobby, who had been folding Harry and Hermione’s clothes, opened the door and let Ginny walk in.
The youngest Weasley had a bright and glowing smile on her face. Judging by that look, Harry guessed that Ginny was nearly as happy as Tonks had been when she had introduced her son, Sirius. But another thing about Ginny’s appearance caught Harry’s eye. He noticed that the red haired witch had a funny gait to her walk. It was as if she was trying to hold an invisible quaffle between her legs as she made her way to where Harry and his friends were sitting.
“Are you okay Ginny?” Hermione asked with concern as the red haired witch waddled past Dobby who went back to tidying up something in the corner of the room.
“He’s as big as my forearm!” Ginny declared joyously.
“Excuse me?” Luna asked.
“He’s as big as my forearm!” repeated Ginny. This time, she held up her right arm as if to prove her point.
“Wait… you had sex with Neville?” Hermione asked. A smiling Ginny nodded her head in response. “Are you mad? If Molly finds out, she’ll force you to marry him!”
“No, she can’t,” Ginny said while grinning madly. “That old custom mum used to make Ron and Luna marry clearly states that at least one parent from each side must agree to the marriage. Since Neville’s parents are catatonic, they can’t agree so Neville and I can’t be forced to marry right away.”
“She’s right,” Luna pointed out. “The custom is very specific about both parents agreeing. It looks like Ginny and Neville are safe because of that loophole.”
“Not that I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with Neville. He’s a sweet bloke and…” Ginny paused and held her arm up for dramatic effect before continuing. “HE’S AS BIG AS MY FOREARM!”
Luna and Hermione shared a look before the brunette witch asked: “Are you talking about length?”
“As big as my forearm!” Ginny highlighted this statement by pointing to an area near her elbow then to a spot just below her wrist.
“What about girth?” Luna inquired.
Ginny responded by trying to wrap her left hand around her right wrist. She added, “I compared the two to make sure!”
“Wow, you’re one lucky witch,” Luna congratulated lightly. It was clear to Harry that Luna was more than happy with Ron and had no intention of leaving him.
“Maybe I should’ve gone with Neville to the Yule Ball when he asked me, huh?” Hermione said with a chuckle.
Even though he was positive Hermione was joking, Harry had to defend his masculinity. It’s a thing men have to do; it’s buried in their genetic code. “One must prove how manly one is even if it’s only a joke.” Many wars had started over such things.
Harry proved his manhood in a unique way. He gently took Hermione’s hand in his and placed his thumb on a very specific spot.
“Oh, Harry, you know I’m kidding,” Hermione said with a chuckle. “You’re the only wiz-/OH!”/
/ /Harry interrupted Hermione’s apology by forcing his loved based magic into the Pleasure Pressure Point on the back of her hand.
“OH!” /she breathed out. “OH!”/
/ /As stated previously, Harry was able to tap into his love based magic much more efficiently than the first time he used this technique. Hermione tried to tug her hand free, but Harry held fast. He had to prove his point.
“Har-r-r-ry… s-s-s-stop… it,” she groaned out and Harry smiled devilishly.
“Not until you say that I am the best,” Harry said wryly.
Ginny stared at Hermione in surprise. She clearly didn’t know why the brunette witch was panting and groaning as if she were about to have an orgasm. Luna on the other hand was watching intently, as if making mental notes.
“You’re… the… b-b-best, H-har-ry,” Hermione moaned out.
“The best at what?” inquired Harry.
“I-I-I’ll m-make you p-pay,” Hermione growled.
“Hermione, what’s he doing to you?” Ginny asked. Her voice was full of worry.
Instead of saying/ “He’s using magic to make me climax”/, Hermione showed Ginny and Luna what Harry was doing.
Hermione bucked so hard that her hips flew up and off the couch a few inches. Then she curled up into a tight ball and leaned on Harry’s body as she trembled in passion.
As Hermione began to catch her breath, Luna explained to Ginny what had just happened.
“Harry and Hermione found a book that describes different forms of sex magic,” Luna informed. “And Harry has a unique talent when it comes to such magic. I’ve tried to get him to teach Ron on some of the techniques, just so that our relationship can grow.”
“I don’t need little tricks like that,” Ginny stated. “Not when my boyfriend has/ ‘The Whomping Willow’ /in his trousers.”
“I happen to think the techniques could be very useful,” Luna argued. “Take your brother for example, he can have sex a number of times and he can satisfy me completely. But I still think that our physical relationship can blossom so much more with such skills.”
“You can have all the techniques you like,” Ginny said. “Nev doesn’t need any silly tricks to satisfy me.”
“‘Silly tricks’? Are you questioning my boyfriend’s ability?” Hermione asked with a fiery gleam in her eyes.
“Not to be rude, but I’ve seen Harry naked,” the red haired witch said honestly. “He’s got nothing on my Neville.”
Before Harry could take offence at Ginny’s comment, Hermione leapt up from the couch.
“Oh, that’s it,” the brunette witch murmured angrily as she rush at Ginny. She spun the younger witch around and rapidly hoisted up her blouse to expose Ginny’s back. “I’ll show you /’silly tricks’./”
Hermione quickly placed her hand on the small of Ginny’s back, the same area that Harry had touched on Bellatrix’s back. It was evident that Hermione was going to apply her own magic on the most intense Pleasure Pressure Point.
Ginny began to moan immediately. A moment later, the witch’s knees began to tremble. And finally, Ginny cried out and collapsed to the ground. The whole ordeal took less than five seconds.
Hermione stood proudly over Ginny and said “/’Silly trick’ /my backside.”
“Wow,” Ginny panted.
“I wish Ronald could do that,” Luna bemoaned.
“Luna, we’ve lent you the book,” Hermione stated. “Why don’t you show him the chapter on Pleasure Pressure Points?”
“Because Ronald is a visual learner,” the blonde witch pouted. “He can read those chapters a dozen times and he won’t get it right until someone shows him how to do it.”
Harry and Hermione shared a look. They both felt pity over Luna’s predicament.
“How about we show him,” offered Hermione. “When he gets out of detention tonight, I’ll show Ron how to do the Pleasure Pressure Points on you.”
“Yeah, because if I do it I’ll send you to St. Mungos’,” Harry said while remembering what he had done to Bellatrix.
“No, I don’t think you should show Ronald,” Luna said with a sad frown. “Because even if you do teach him Pleasure Points, that would just lead to me wanting to learn more of your techniques; such as Harry’s cunnilingus skills. And I know both of you are shy and would never let us watch you two make love.”
Once again, Harry and Hermione looked at each other worriedly. They understood that Luna just wanted to embellish her and Ron’s love life, but she was right when she said that they would never allow Ron and Luna to stand by the side of the bed while they shagged.
“Don’t worry about it; Ronald’s a fine lover,” Luna said half heartedly. She leaned over and helped Ginny – who was stilling lying on the ground, panting – to her feet. “Just pretend I never asked you about that.”
The blonde witch led her sister-in-law out of Harry and Hermione’s apartment. Once the two witches left, Hermione turned to Harry and said; “I wish there was something we could do for them. They are our best friends.”
“But we can’t let them watch,” Harry said nervously.
“They’ve both seen us naked,” Hermione pointed out.
“Yes, but not doing anything intimate,” Harry retorted. He was about to add that Ron and Luna saw them in a post-coital state, but Hermione had been unconscious at the time and Harry didn’t want to tell her about that particular incident.
Hermione chewed on her lip before she suggested “Why not lend them your Invisibility Cloak. That way, they could watch us and we wouldn’t see them.”
“But we would still know they’re there,” Harry pointed out. “That would even be worst than seeing them because we wouldn’t know what they were up to under the cloak. They could get aroused by our lesson and start doing things unbeknownst to us.”
“You’re right,” Hermione said sadly. “I just wish we could help them; somehow show them what to do. But we have to do it without out them being in the room.”
Out of the blue, an idea came to Harry. He recalled Dumbledore’s lessons from the previous year where Harry saw Voldemort’s life through a series of Pensieve memories. He suddenly realized how he could help his best friend’s love life.
“We can use a Pensieve,” offered Harry. “I’ll eat you out, pausing once in a while to give pointers, and then we put our memories in a Pensive and give it to Ron and Luna as a gift.”
“That’s actually a good idea. That way, Ron and Luna could watch in a way,” Hermione agreed. Then the brunette witch got a devilish smile on her face and repeated, “That way Ron and Luna could watch.”
It was clear that she was getting turned on over the notion that someone was going to watch her being intimate with Harry, if only by proxy.
“When should we do it?” Harry asked. He really didn’t need to ask that question, judging by Hermione’s/ “come shag me eyes” and her wicked smile, he knew the answer would be “right now.”/
Without answering, Hermione led Harry into their room. Before he closed the door, Harry turned to Dobby and said, “Dobby, if anybody calls for us, tell them we’re… ah… tied up, okay?”
Inside their room, Hermione turned to an empty space on the wall and spoke as if someone was there; “Ron and Luna; Harry and I have decided to help you. You two are our best friends and so we are going to let you watch… in a fashion.”
Hermione sauntered over to Harry and slowly began undressing him. After she pulled his shirt over his head, she turned back to the empty space on the wall and said “The most important thing you have to do when you perform cunnilingus is trust each other. Ron, if Luna tells you to do something different, it isn’t a critique. She just knows what feels good to her and you need to listen to her.”
She turned to Harry and he knew from her expression that she wanted him to add some hints. So Harry turned his attention to the same wall and added “I have an advantage over most people because of my parsletongue ability. But I will go down on Her-”
“Harry, please don’t use such crude phrases,” interrupted Hermione. “Refer to it as/ ‘cunnilingus’./”
“Um, Hermione, Ron and Luna are going to be watching us pleasure each other,” Harry retorted. “I don’t think it really maters if we use sophisticated terms.”
“Good point,” Hermione said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Harry continued to the wall. “I will go down on Hermione without using my parsletongue.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione pout slightly. Clearly she had become spoiled by his unique power.
“But as Hermione has said to you, Luna, my technique is still good,” Harry said.
Then Harry turned back to Hermione and the two began to undress each other. Once they were naked, Harry guided Hermione to lie on her back and he spread her legs wide.
“Now, I don’t know what you guys have done, so I’ll just go over the basics first. This is the vagina,” he said and gestured to Hermione’s flower. “It’s made up of several parts. Including, but not limited to the clitoris, the labia majora, and labia minora. Learn it, love it.”
Hermione chuckled at Harry’s comment.
“You can’t just go right after the clitoris,” Hermione said after she suppressed her soft laughter. “It’s really sensitive and you have to work your way up to it.”
“You can start by gently rubbing the labia and kissing it softly,” Harry said and demonstrated. Hermione purred softly as Harry worked her petals for a while.
“Once she’s ready, you can move on to the more advanced stuff,” Harry said.
“And trust me, Ron, you’ll know when she’s ready,” Hermione said with a saucy smile.
Harry then began presenting the/ “advanced stuff”. /He showed different ways to stimulate the clit. And he even showed how he could use both the tongue and fingers to satisfy a witch.
It took longer to please Hermione than it did when he used his parsletongue ability, but she was satisfied none the less. She cried out in passion a few minutes after Harry started. Panting, she turned back to the wall and concluded; “I hope you two have learned something that will help. Now it you’ll excuse me, I have to shag Harry rotten.”
Before Harry could react, Hermione pounced on him and guided his erect organ into her wetness.
“Do – ah/- you- /oh/- think – they’ll – /my goodness – like – yummy – the Pensieve?” she asked as she bounced up and down.
“If not, we can always make a new one and try again,” Harry grunted happily.
To Be Continued
Author’s Notes: The Book Bag gift (the Notably Toteable Library Satchel) is an homage (read: “stolen from”) Arya’s Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate. In my opinion, “Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate” is the best (and regrettably abandoned) fan-fiction out there.
I had this image of Ginny hobbling up to Harry and Hermione and proudly proclaiming that Neville was so endowed that she could use her forearm as a measuring tool several months ago. Then I read Dr. T’s “Re-Ordered” and I cursed when one character described another as being “As big as my forearm.” Damn.
Next Up: Horcrux Hunting! See, I remembered there’s more to this story besides smut.

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Ann’s Forbidden Love

This is my first story that I’ve written and i will try not to make many spelling mistakes, but there will probably be many.
Hi my name is Ann and I’m 15 years old, have long light brown hair , and I have 34B cup. I look a lot like my mom who’s name is Julie, she looks just like me, but with bigger boobs. My mom is 37 years old. My dad left when me and my brother were little kids, my brother’s name is John. John is a year older than me and is for the most part nice to me, but thats because he mostly ignores me. Lately he has been a little nicer…and its a little weird. He is tall, has almost black hair, and looks extremely athletic.
Now that i have introduced everyone, I will get to the actual story. Well it all started one day when i was in the shower, I thought everyone was away for the day, I mean my mom was at work and my brother was at his friends house. When i got into the shower i didnt lock the door. I was just washing like normal and i was really horny and i wanted to borrow my moms vibrator.
I got out of the shower and walked down the stairs, as i was walking down the hall my brother was walking up his way to the room.
” Oh fuck!,” I screamed as I darted for my moms room and locked the door.
” Holy shit, Ann, what the fuck are you doing running naked through the house?”
He was knocking on mom’s door and asking me all these questions and all I could think was oh my god my brother saw me naked. That is so wrong in so many ways.
” Hey, John can you grab me a towel.”
” Not unless you tell me why you were naked in the first place, if you dont you’ll just have to come out naked.”
” C’mon Please,” I begged him.
” Nope. So spill.”
” Fine i was taking a shower and nobody was supposed to be home.”
” Then why were you out of the shower?”
” I already told you why i was naked now get me my towel please.”
” I dont think so, I want to get to the bottom of this,” I could picture the evil grin on his face and knew he wasn’t going to give up until i told him everything.”
” Promise you wont tell mom?”
” I promise,” he said on a sigh.
” Fine i was really horny and i wanted to use one of mom’s vibrators.”
” Holy shit Ann i didnt know you liked stuff like that. I was almost positive you didnt even masturbate.”
” No i do, but not that often, I have to be in the mood to, Can you please just get me the Goddamn towel?”
He went upstairs and brought down a towel, I told him to close his eyes and hand me it through the door,
” I’ve already seen you naked what does it matter anymore?”
” Just close your eyes you pervert,” i snapped at him,
I couldnt hold back a smile thought at the thought that he liked what he saw, I mean even though i bicker with him a lot, I’m not blind, John is really attractive and i have defianately noticed. He handed me a towel, even though he tried to peek he couldnt see anything.
Ever since then he has looked at me differently and i often find him staring. It is a little weird but flattering at the same time.
About 2 weeks later I was really horny again, but didnt want to chance John catching me again. Although he is really attractive, it still felt wrong, I mean he was my brother. So i decided to go masturbate in my room. I walk in my room strip off my clothes and lay on my bed. I start running my hands over my tits, playing with the nipples, tracing my hand all the way down my stomach to my shaven pussy. I have one hand on my boobs and the other playing, teasing my clit, when I realize I’m fantasizing it was John’s hands not mine. I think well it is just a fantasy right? So I continue playing with my self and slip my finger in my wet pussy, after a few strokes I add a second finger and begin really playing with my nipples, while pumping my fingers in and out of my hot cunt. My whole body shakes from my intense orgasm.
Now after the events that happened, you must know that I do hang out with my brother sometimes, we play video games sometimes at night. The next night I cant sleep so I walk down the hall to see if John wants to play video games, I open his door without knocking and freeze. He is laying on his bed naked furiously pumping his dick. His eyes are closed and he is unaware I even opened the door, I can hear him moan quietly, and without even thinking about it my fingers found there way to my snatch, rubbing my clit frantically. He moans rather loudly and the next thing I see is his cum flying up and landing on his chest, then slows down and just starts slowly leaking out. At the moment he started cumming I could feel my orgasm shake my body and I had to lean on the doorway to keep myself from falling over, and as I put my weight on the door it made a loud noise, causing him to look up seeing my hand still down my pants.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?”asked John with an edge to his voice.
“Uhmm, I came to see if you wanted to play video games”, Ann said looking down. I had a very good idea what the answer would be, but to my surprise he said let me get some shorts on. “You better not tell mom what you saw me doing or I’ll tell her about you the other week.” said Johm coldly.
“Dont worry I wont” Ann said immediately. I walked in my brother’s room and sat down on the bed, never taking my eyes off of him. He stopped and asked if we could just watch a movie, I agreed and he popped in Transformers, we have both seen this movie so many times we can mouth the words to it.
About half way through the movie I looked over at John (Like i had been doing all night) and saw a bulge and his shorts. I took in a deep breath and he looked over at me and saw where my gaze was. There was no way out of this, I was too curious and turned on, plus he already caught me looking at his cock, again!
“Uhmm, John, could I see it, I haven’t seen one before and I only got a glimpse because ur hand was on it?” Ann said nervously. I could see the look of shock on his face, but I realized I lusted after my brother and I might as well do soemthing about it! He just stared at me for a while before fully acknowleding my request. He stood up and took off his shorts and layed back on the bed. I just stared at his dick, it was huge to me. It must’ve been 7 or 8 inches. I was still a virgin and that was extremely big to me! Without permission I reach out and grab it, curiousity and lust taking over completely. His dick twitches and his eyes close, I start doing what I saw him doing, Stroking his cock slowly at first and pumping it faster as I had seen him do. Then I had remembered something my friend told me about, I put my head close to the top of his dick and stuck my tongue out to taste him, as I did this he froze. ” Is that ok? Did I do something wrong?” asked Ann with worry in her voice.
“God no, Ann that feels so good, where did you learn to do that?” John asked amazed. I started to suck on his dick head and swirl my tongue around it. Taking more of his cock into my mouth and sucking while bobbing my head up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes he started moaning a lot, “Ann Im…..Gunna….Cum!” moaned John as he came in my mouth, loads of sperm shooting down my mouth, It was kinda salty but I like the taste. I can’t wait to do that again.
“One of the girls at school was talking about it the other week,” Ann casually said.
“Ann you have no clue how long I’ve wanted that. Ever since you were 12 I have been having fantasies about you, and seeing you naked the other week, that just made them more real, and now….this. All of them are starting to come true, but you know what I’ve really wanted to do, lay back on the bed and spread your legs.”
I laid back on his bed and spread my legs just as he had asked. i lifted my hips off the bed so he could pull down my shorts and thong in one motion. He dipped his head between my legs and i gasped. He started licking my inner thighs and then he swirled his tongue around my clit, causing me to buck my hips at his face.
“So you like it when I do naughty things to you do you?”Jonh grinned into her pussy.
“God yes, do that again!” pleaded Ann. He went back to eating me out and it was oh so good, he was tongue fucking me and I was sooooo wet. he then came up slightly to suck hard on my clit again causing me to buck and my orgasm shook my body and he drank my pussy juices.
” Wow, John that was awesome.” said Ann breathlessly.
“I could do that all day and all night, Ann you are so beautiful” John told his sister.
“John i want you to take my virginity now, Ann said sounding a little nervous.
” You sure you cant go back once its done?” John was saying sweetly.
“I know i want you John.” Ann said in a loving voice John got between my legs and positioned his hard cock between my legs. “Now just relax, this will hurt” I relaxed my body and he pushed the head in i gasped at the new sensation. He leaned down and kissed me hard, not like a brother should be kissing his sister, but how lovers do. He then pushed his entire shaft into me, breaking my hymen break in the process. i screamed quite loudly at the pain and he stopped any further progress to let me adjust. “Ok you can continue” He backed out a little and pushed all the way in again. He kept backing out until only the head was in and pushed his dick all the way back in me. making me moan with pleasure. ” Faster John please i am so close”. He obeyed my order almost immediately and began pounding my pussy so hard!! I was already so close and this set me over the edge and my pussy contracted around his cock. gripping him tight. He kept on going and a few strokes later he came in me and I could feel the warm sperm shooting up inside me and it gave me another orgasm from the new feeling!
After we lay there in each others arms telling each other how much we love them, and knew this wasnt the last time we would have sex.
Let me know if you want a sequel <3

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Used by my neighbor 2

In part 1 the narrator, a 28 year old woman, described visiting her upstairs neighbor about a maintenance problem, only to wind up getting fucked, then thrown out into the stairwell naked, leaving her to get dressed. She returned home and wound up in a 69 with her boyfriend, Matt.

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Letter to Santa – A Holiday Story

The real reason Grandma got married on Christmas Day. Every year Grandpa answers the question, “Why did you and grandma get married on Christmas Day?” This year, gramps gives the true answer

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4Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Four
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Four Summary: Harry and Hermione head to the Burrow for the Wedding.
Without uttering a sound, Tonks slowly closed the door to Harry’s dorm room, leaving the young man and woman in their very compromising, and very naked, position. Harry stared at the door expecting Tonks to bust through once more, saying something along the lines of: “Time for breakfast kids. Oh wait, you two have already /eaten/” with far too much emphasis on the word “eaten.”
After what seemed like minutes, Hermione finally spoke up: “um… I don’t think she’ll be back. Let’s clean up and head to the Common Room.”
“What do you reckon she’ll do?” asked Harry as he untangled himself from Hermione’s legs.
“I don’t know,” answered Hermione. She then waved her wand over her body and magically cleaned herself. “But I’m certain that it’ll be terribly embarrassing.”
Harry could still feel Hermione’s warm liquid on his face. He felt as if the bottom half of his face must have borne a striking resemblance to a glazed doughnut at the time. Harry remembered his conversation with Hermione from the day before where she had said that she wasn’t messy but he certainly was. With a grin on his wet face, Harry said to Hermione, “Looks like you’re just as messy as me.”
Hermione blushed a beautiful shade of scarlet and smiled in an impish way. Harry was taken back at how beautiful she was at that moment and he made a silent promise to try to make her smile as much as he could from then on.
“I guess I am rather… messy, aren’t I?” Hermione responded and performed the same cleansing charm on Harry. He was a tad disappointed when her wetness disappeared from his face; he rather liked her smell and he definitely liked her taste. After she found her knickers (which were still floating in the air), Hermione cursed, “My clothes are in my room, all I have over here is my nightgown!”
“Don’t worry,” stated Harry in-between hops (his boxers were hovering just out of reach), “we’ll transfigure your dressing gown until we can get you something more suitable.”
A short while later, the two teens ventured into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Remus Lupin sitting at one of the tables writing something with Tonks leaning over their former DADA professor. Upon noticing Harry and Hermione, Remus casually folded up the paper he was writing on and placed it inside his robes.
“Good morning, you two,” Remus greeted them as if nothing peculiar had happened. Even though she hadn’t said anything yet, Harry noticed that Tonks still had that devilish gleam in her eyes. “Get ready; we have a big day ahead of us,” Remus concluded.
“Bu… bu… I… ah…” stammered Harry. He had expected to be teased by either Tonks or Remus. “What’s so important about today?”
“What’s so important?” Remus repeated. “We have to go to Diagon Alley to buy both of you some formal robes for Bill and Fleur’s wedding tomorrow. But more importantly, today’s the most important day in your life, Harry. Today’s the day you’ve become a man!” Remus declared proudly.
Harry felt his face heat up at Remus’ statement; he could tell that Hermione was just as embarrassed as he was. ‘What did Tonks think she saw?’ Harry realized that Tonks must’ve thought that he and Hermione had gone all the way and had lost their virginity and she told Remus about it! Why else would Remus make the comment about Harry becoming a “man?” Harry was about to object to Remus’ remarks, to defend himself, but mostly to defend Hermione’s honor, when Remus walked forward and hugged him.
“Happy Birthday, Harry!” said Remus affectionately. “It’s your seventeenth birthday, and according to Wizarding society, you’re a man.” Harry felt a wave of relief pass through his body, Remus didn’t know! Tonks must not have told him about the situation that she had found Harry and Hermione in. “So today is your day, Mr. Potter! We’re off to Diagon Alley.”
“Let me just get some things from my room before we head out,” said Hermione nervously, as she dashed up the stairs to her room.
Several minutes later, after Hermione had inconspicuously changed into some fresh clothes, the group headed to the Headmistress’ office to use the floo. Harry exited the floo into The Leaky Cauldron by gracefully falling flat on his face. Tonks casually stepped over his body and helped the young wizard up from the ground. Harry looked into her bright, black eyes and still saw that devilish look, as if Tonks was waiting for the most embarrassing moment to make a rude comment about what she had seen earlier.
“You really need to learn how to land better, Harry,” Tonks offered almost innocently. It was almost innocent, because Harry could tell that she had desperately wanted to say something else, something less than “innocent.” Maybe something like: “Yeah, my knees tend to get weak after a good roll in the hay as well…”
As they walked out of the Leaky Caldron, Hermione whispered into Harry’s ear: “I swear, I thought that Tonks was going to say something crude back there when you fell out of the floo. Could you imagine how embarrassing it would be if she did say something, especially in front of all those people?”
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
The group spent a good three hours at Madame Malkin’s robe shopping (Harry only needed fifteen minutes to find his dress robes, the rest of the time was used by Hermione trying to decide between a lilac dress and a mauve one). Harry made a grievous error halfway through the second hour of what he called “The Great Purple Debate”: he made the suggestion that maybe Hermione should try on something in pink. Hermione was deeply offended at such a suggestion. How Harry didn’t know she looked wretched in pink was beyond her. She never wore pink!
After Harry’s grievous faux pas, they went to Flourish and Blotts where, unsurprisingly, Harry lost track of Hermione somewhere in the Arithmancy section. After Harry had passed some time by skimming through several books on defense, he found Hermione in a dark and dusty corner of the shop, with her nose buried in a book that had to have been heavier than she was. As the sun set on an exhausting day, the foursome headed back to the Leaky Caldron for Harry’s birthday dinner. For dessert, since they couldn’t go to Florean Fortescue’s seeing how Voldemort had developed a wicked sweet tooth and kidnapped the ice cream maker, they had to try Tom’s attempts at ice cream.
“Have a go at this one, folks,” Tom announced, as he placed four bowls filled with scoops of ice cream made up of several colors in front of the group. “Made it meself this afternoon.”
Harry, being a brave Gryffindor (except when it came to dealing with zombies), was the first to sample the multi-colored confection. The birthday boy nodded his head in approval; it tasted like a delicious mixture of chocolate and strawberries. Tom beamed with pride before turning away and heading back to the bar.
“What’s it taste like, Harry?” Hermione asked dubiously, as she eyed a bright pink ripple wedged in-between two forest green ripples.
“Chocolate and strawberries,” answered Harry.
“Oh,” Tonks squealed while spooning up a blue, orange, and what appeared to be black ripples of ice cream. “I love strawberries and chocolate!”
Both Remus and Hermione followed suit as Tonks ate her first spoonful.
“That’s funny,” stated Remus as he worked the frozen dessert in his mouth. “I taste caramel.”
“I taste peanut butter,” offered Hermione as she scooped another spoonful.
A bit perplexed by his friends’ tasting something completely different than he, Harry tried another spoonful. His taste buds sensed chocolate with a hint of strawberries at first, then, slowly, a new and somewhat peculiar taste entered his mouth: prunes. Before he could spit out the nasty combination of flavors, Tonks announced: “Merlin, I’m getting maple syrup flavor now!”
“I think the green color is lobster, and the yellow ripple is raw bread dough!” Hermione stated as she discreetly spit the ice cream into her napkin. Harry noted that she had a very similar distasteful look on her face as the one she had right after she gave him his “birthday present” earlier.
Harry and Tonks copied Hermione’s lead by spitting the remnants of the frozen dessert into their napkins while Remus continued to shovel the ice cream into his mouth.
“Remus, love, how can you eat that?” Tonks asked, obviously disgusted.
“I turn into a wolf every month,” explained Remus. “In wolf form, I sometimes eat my own fecal waste. This is an improvement.”
“Not by much,” added Harry.
After they had their dessert, or rather, after Remus finished their desserts for them, the group flooed back to Hogwarts.
“Remus, do you know if the school will be in session for the next term?” asked Hermione as they walked toward the Gryffindor Common Room.
“It’s still up in the air,” stated Remus. “The members of the Board of Governors are still debating.”
“And right now, they’re leaning toward shutting the school down,” Tonks added glumly.
“But, why?” Hermione implored. “Surely a Headmaster has died before. And the school didn’t close when Grindelwald was in power!”
“So why close the school now?” Harry completed for Hermione.
“Yes, Headmasters have died while in office before, but one has never been murdered during term, and on school grounds,” explained Remus. “Making the situation even worse is that Albus was murdered by another teacher…”
The group spent the rest of the journey to the Common Room in silence. Harry pondered sullenly what would’ve happened if he had been able to break through Dumbledore’s Full Body Bind. Would he have been able to help the ailing Headmaster? Could he have saved the old man’s life? ‘Not likely,’ Harry realized. He probably would’ve been killed along with Dumbledore.
Upon entering the dimly-lit Common Room, Remus asked, “Harry, would you light the fire, please?”
“Sure thing,” replied Harry while drawing his wand. After aiming at the dark hearth, Harry muttered, “Incendio,” casting only a small amount of his power into the fire charm.
Harry, along with everyone else in the room, had expected a normal sized fireball (no larger than a snitch) to shoot out of the tip of his wand. They were all shocked when a huge fireball, nearly a meter in diameter, erupted out of Harry’s wand! Not only did the hearth ignite, but the mantle and a large portion of the wall surrounding the stone fireplace caught on fire as well.
Harry, Hermione, Remus, and Tonks all stared dumbly at the growing inferno. After two or three seconds, Hermione, Remus, and Tonks turned their attention to Harry, that is to say they stared dumbly at the bespectacled wizard. It was only after the ceiling had caught on fire that the foursome snapped out of their stupor and used their wands to put out the fire.
“Blimey, Harry!” Tonks exclaimed. “You didn’t have to use that much power!”
“I didn’t…” murmured Harry. “At least, I think I didn’t.”
After putting out the fire, Remus and Tonks sat on the couch.
“Have a seat you two,” Remus requested. Harry really didn’t want to spend more time with Remus. Not that he didn’t normally enjoy Remus’ company. But right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to sneak off into a secluded spot and practice his newfound skills concerning his Parselmouth abilities and Hermione’s nether region. Unfortunately, Harry’s plans of ravishing Hermione were dashed when Remus said in a serious tone: “We need to have a talk.”
At Remus’ comment, Harry and Hermione shared a concerned look. Would their old Defense professor chastise them for their actions? Or, would Remus give them the dreaded ‘Sex Talk’? Harry imagined an awkward Remus trying his best to give him the ‘Talk.’
‘Now,’ Harry heard Remus’ voice in his head, ‘sometimes a unicorn meets a Hippogriff… and… ah… sometimes the Hippogriff likes the unicorn in a very… special way… And if the hippogriff is lucky and the Unicorn likes him back… and she doesn’t have a headache at the time… Something… err… wonderful happens…’
“It’s suddenly dawned on me that no one has talked to you about…” Remus paused, searching for the proper word. Harry’s blood chilled, Remus was going to talk to him about… it! “No one has talked to you about… your folks.”
Harry plopped down in an arm chair with both a sense of relief (because Remus wasn’t going to talk about sex) and curiosity. Remus was correct: no one had bothered to actually sit Harry down and talk to him about his parents before.
“Now it’s true, your father was arrogant during our first few years at Hogwarts,” Remus began. “And he could be… mean, but the people to whom he was mean to usually deserved it.”
“I saw in Snape’s pensieve that Dad just hexed him, for no reason at all,” Harry said dejectedly.
“I’ve been thinking about that incident for a while now. Your father didn’t start that confrontation.” Remus informed him.
“But I saw it,” Harry argued. “Snape was sitting there minding his own business…”
“Severus Snape was, and is, a conniving, self-righteous, bigot,” Remus stated. “He started that particular confrontation the previous day, by hiding in the shadows and hexing your father. Snape was always following us around, trying to catch us in our misdeeds so that he could get us in trouble. And when he couldn’t catch us in the act, he would jinx or hex one of us; usually James.
“I remember it quite clearly. The day before that incident, James was hit with a Confundus Charm right as we started our Potion OWLs. The entire test, James kept tipping his cauldron over and Snape would laugh uproariously. James ended up failing the test simply because Snape wanted to be the best in the class and James was his only competition.”
“So, did Snape use the Confundus on Mum as well?” asked Harry.
“Why would he have?” Remus questioned with a befuddled look on his face. “Snape didn’t see her as competition. Lily was absolute rubbish at Potions.”
“But Slughorn told me that Mum was one of the best!” Harry said. “The finest he’d ever seen!”
“I’m sure you know this by now, Harry. Slughorn loves to be around famous and popular people,” explained Remus. “And he’s never had a student as famous as you are Harry. Most likely Slughorn told you lies about Lily and her potions prowess in an attempt to get you to think of him as a connection to your parents. That way, he would be able to continue to ply you to join his menagerie of famous people. He probably used Lily because Slughorn held a grudge against James. Slughorn made sure there were no questions about his attitude toward your father. He decided that James’ poor showing during the OWLs meant that your father had been cheating his entire school career. Slughorn took that as a personal attack against his honor; he refused to acknowledge James ever again. Besides, look at it this way Harry: if Lily truly was the best potions student Slughorn had ever met, wouldn’t Snape have rubbed that fact in your face as a comparison to your abilities? He definitely wouldn’t have missed any more opportunities to humiliate you, would he?
“No, your mother’s specialty was in Charms,” concluded Remus. “Lily was a very special woman, even when we were just kids. She was the first girl who wasn’t impressed by James’ charm, nor was she intimidated by his antics. I think that’s how he first became attracted to her. Lily helped James mature into a good and decent man.”
Remus continued for hours, talking to Harry not just about his parents, but Sirius as well. Some stories were enlightening, others, bittersweet. But most of the stories centered on James’ sense of humor.
“The night after you were born,” Remus said while laughing, “James told Sirius that he was your godfather. Well, Sirius was so proud that he Apparated right to the Leaky Cauldron and announced to everyone there the happy news! So there he was, standing on the bar no less, shouting at the top of his lungs that he, Sirius Black, was Harry Potter’s godfather! The only problem was that your father discretely placed a Transparency Charm on Sirius’ clothes before he Apparated away without Sirius noticing! Let me tell you, everyone there got an eyeful of Sirius that night!”
Remus was about to start another story when Hermione unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn and Tonks let out an unladylike snore. Remus checked the clock above the mantle (the clock which had to be repaired because of Harry’s supercharged fireball) and saw that it was a quarter to one in the morning.
“Oh, dear, it looks like I’ve kept you up long enough,” Remus announced. “We have a big day tomorrow, so off to bed everyone.” Tonks chose this time to let out another loud, rafter-rattling snore. “Everyone except Tonks. No need for her to go to bed, she’s already asleep.”
Harry didn’t care how late it was; he wanted to stay up the rest of the night, just so he could hear more stories about his parents. The young wizard was about to protest when both Remus and Hermione let out yawns.
“We’ll have plenty of time to catch up later, Harry.” Remus told Harry and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. Harry nodded his head in agreement.
“Good night, you two,” said Remus and he pulled out his wand. With a few simple wand movements, the older wizard conjured a small cot next to the couch where the pink haired witch was sleeping.
Harry and Hermione shared a look; they both knew that they wouldn’t be able to “experiment” with Remus and Tonks in the Common Room. So they bid each other a simple good night and turned to their respective rooms. Harry was about to walk up the stairs when a sudden, uncontrollable urge came over him: he had to kiss Hermione good night. He didn’t care if Remus found out. Harry turned around and saw Hermione was about to walk up the stairs leading up to her room. He also saw Remus watching him. The latter smiled slightly at Harry and, luckily for Harry, turned his attention to fluffing his pillow. Harry rushed over to Hermione and as silently as he could, spun her around and before she could utter a sound, placed his lips to hers. Nothing mattered to Harry anymore, not Remus, not Tonks, not Voldemort or his stupid Horcuxes, and certainly not the world. All that mattered to Harry at that moment was Hermione, she was his everything.
While the two teens were kissing, Harry could swear that he felt two pairs of eyes watching them. He couldn’t care less; he was kissing the most wonderful woman in the world. When they finally broke their kiss, Harry turned to see Tonks still sleeping on the couch, but Remus was still diligently fluffing his pillow. Harry quietly made his way up to his dorm room.
Harry wasn’t ready for sleep just yet, so he decided to read another chapter from his ‘special book.’ Harry pulled The Magic of Making Love out of his bag and opened it to a random page near the middle. The chapter that Harry had gone to was entitled: “Pleasure Pressure Points: The Touch of Love.” Unfortunately, this chapter didn’t contain any interesting magical photos, but it did have numerous diagrams and drawings. According to the diagrams and specifications, a witch had “pleasure pressure points” all over her body. If a wizard were to touch one of these “points” and gently force his magic through it, the empowered touch would give the witch physical pleasure. The text stated the different points would elicit different levels of pleasure. One example stated that if the wizard were to gently, yet steadily, force his magic through a point of the small of the back, the witch would rapidly orgasm. As Harry continued reading he noticed that the range in the physical reaction was truly stunning. According to the book if the same wizard were to use the same technique on a pressure point on the back of the witch’s hand, she would experience only the amount of pleasure equal to that of a kiss, pleasurable, but not orgasmic. Harry read and reread the chapter, skipping over theories and benefits, trying to remember the most of the “pleasure pressure points” as possible.
Harry awoke in the morning with his ‘special book’ open and lying on his chest. Apparently, he had fallen asleep while rereading “Pleasure Pressure Points: The Touch of Love” for the fourth time. Harry noticed the clock and saw that he had less than an hour before he had to get to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur’s wedding! He took a rapid shower and had dressed so fast that he almost forgot to put on his shoes. Harry hopped down the stairs to the Common Room while trying to tie his shoes at the same time. When he got to the Common Room, Harry found Hermione waiting for him.
Once more, Harry forgot to breathe. To say that Hermione looked stunning in her red and gold gown (apparently, “The Great Purple Debate” was lost by both lilac and mauve when this little red and gold number entered the fray) was an understatement. The neckline of the gown showed just a touch of enticing cleavage and the fabric hugged Hermione’s form. Her hair was tastefully done up in a loose bun, which accentuated her beautiful smile and eyes.
“Hello Harry,” Hermione greeted him. “You look very handsome.”
Harry tried to return the compliment by saying that she was a ‘stunning vision of beauty.’ Unfortunately, she was such a stunning vision of beauty that Harry found it very difficult to speak properly. The best compliment that he could voice was: “guh… uhh… muh… err… wow!” He ended this wonderfully poetic statement with what would be best described as a soft gurgling noise.
Hermione blushed at Harry’s attempted compliment and after a moment, became very serious.
“Harry, about Ron…” she began. “I think I should be the one to tell him about… us.”
Harry suddenly felt very bad. He hadn’t thought about Ron at all in the past two days. He dreaded how Ron would feel when he found out that Harry had gotten together with the girl he fancied. But Ron was his best mate, and in Harry’s mind, he should be the one to break the news to Ron.
“No, I’ll do it,” Harry stated. “He’s my best mate…”
“And I was the one dating him,” Hermione interrupted. “I thought about this all night, Harry. I’ve already planned on what to tell him.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked unsure with the plan.
“Yes, I am,” Hermione said confidently. “But, could you be with me when I tell him?”
“Yes, anything for you Hermione,” Harry said and stroked her arm reassuringly.
A gentle cough drew the two teens’ attention to Remus who was standing a few feet away from them. He had his ever-present kind and patient look in his eyes, while Tonks, who was standing arm in arm with Remus, still had that unsettling devilish look in her eyes. Harry shivered at that look and wondered when Tonks would spring into action by saying something like: “Cor, Harry, you’ve got some dribble on your chin… oh wait, that’s just Hermione’s dribble.”
“If you two are ready, we’ll go to Minerva’s office and portkey to the Burrow,” stated Remus.
After greeting McGonagall in the Headmistress’ office, the group circled around an old tea kettle. McGonagall gently tapped the kettle and said “Portus.”
Everyone placed their finger on the portkey and Harry prepared himself for the familiar tug behind his navel. Within seconds, Harry felt the tug of portkey travel. Everyone landed on the grassy knoll behind the Burrow with elegance and style, that is, everyone except Harry. The young wizard landed painfully on a rock; unfortunately for Harry it wasn’t a rock. It was a very angry and perturbed Gnome.
“GET IT OFF OF ME!” Harry bellowed as the tiny creature tried to bite and claw at his face.
“Pestis Avolo!” Remus incanted and the pesky Gnome rocketed off of Harry’s face. Hermione quickly helped Harry to his feet.
Harry gazed in wonder at the field behind the Burrow. It had been magically transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Beautiful and brightly colored flowers and plants bordered where the guest were to be seated. Scores of chairs, each one different and unique from the other, as if several people conjured them but didn’t bother to try to make them look alike, were placed in rows in front of a large dais. The dais, where Harry assumed the ceremony would take place, was decorated with intricate lace curtains draped over ivory colored arches and the same colorful flowers that surrounded the guests.
“Remus? Remus Lupin is that you?” a blonde witch called out. “I haven’t seen you since our days at Hogwarts!”
“Chrysanthemum Hamilton, it’s been ages,” Remus replied. The former Marauder turned to Harry and Hermione and said: “You two find some seats; I want to talk to Chrysanthemum and introduce Tonks.”
Harry and Hermione silently took their seats in the back row of the groom’s side and both watched as the guests began to trickle in. At first, they didn’t recognize anyone who had shown up, most of the early guests appeared to be around Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s age. Harry heard Tonks let out a snort and a chuckle and saw that she and Remus were having a laugh while talking to the witch named Chrysanthemum.
“I’m terrified that Tonks will say something embarrassing about us,” Hermione breathed in Harry’s ear. “I just know she’s waiting for the most opportune time for her to do it. And it’ll be the most horrible moment possible for us.”
Harry gulped and nodded his head in agreement.
The pair’s attention was drawn toward a rather large group of people. Some of this boisterous group were carrying magical cameras while others were being very rude by shouting out questions.
“… How well do you know the bride and groom?” asked a man with a whiney tone as three flashes erupted from different cameras.
“Is it standard procedure now to attend every wedding?” a woman with a shrill voice questioned, and four more flashes went off.
“Please, show some respect!” a booming voice commanded, a voice that Harry recognized as belonging to Rufus Scrimgeour. The crowd of reporters stepped back and revealed the Minister of Magic. “Arthur Weasley has been a loyal employee for the Ministry for many years. I came by to give him and his family my regards on this wonderful day,” the Minister stated, a little too mechanically, as if he had been coached to say that exact phrase. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go and find my seat.”
The pack of reporters sulked off to stand behind the rows of chairs. A short rotund man with a walrus-like mustache pushed his way through the dejected reporters.
“What’s that ponce doing here?” Hermione hissed in Harry’s ear after seeing the latest arrival.
“Simple, it’s a social gathering,” explained Harry, sourly, “and Slughorn is nothing more than an attention whore who revels in these situations.”
“Sorry about that,” Remus stated as he and Tonks took the seats next to Harry. “But I haven’t seen Chrysanthemum for ages. She was the most popular girl in the year ahead of us, and we used to always prank her.”
Soft music started to play and the guest became very quiet. All eyes turned to the back row, towards the Burrow, where the bridal party would be coming out of shortly.
The first of the bride’s maids and groom’s men to exit the house was none other than Ron and Ginny. Normally Harry would’ve thought that the dress looked pretty and that the pale green color suited her. But Harry noticed that the gown had a plunging neckline that revealed her humble cleavage. During the last school year, Harry would have been aroused at such a sight. However after the epiphany where Harry realized that Ginny bore a striking resemblance to his /mother/, he now found the sight of Ginny’s flesh disturbing.
As the siblings walked up the isle, arm in arm, Ginny spotted Harry straight away and acted cool and aloof; as if seeing him was nothing important, something that she was almost bored with. A ridiculously wide grin stretched across Ron’s face when he saw Hermione.
“Oh, no Ron,” Hermione moaned. “Don’t do anything foolish.”
“What makes you think he’ll do anything like that?” asked Harry.
“Because he’s Ron,” Hermione answered simply.
Whereas Ginny acted cool when she saw Harry, Ron’s reaction was somewhat different; some may even be as bold as to say that his reaction was the complete opposite of cool and aloof. The red-haired wizard hopped up and down waving at the brunette witch.
“Hermione! Hermione! Hi!” Ron called out in a very, very loud stage whisper, as he continued his antics to get her attention. “You look smashing!”
Hermione groaned pitifully as nearly every guest turned their attention toward her and began to whisper and speak amongst themselves.
The next couple to walk out of the Burrow was Fred and an unknown woman, more than likely one of Fleur’s friends. They were quickly followed by Charlie and Gabriele, both of whom looked striking.
Harry and Hermione turned their attention toward the bridal stage and saw that Bill had already taken his place with a Vicar standing next to him. Ron escorted Ginny to her spot on the bride’s side and then walked to his position on the groom’s side. When he took his place, Ron once again waved at Hermione. Harry overheard a witch a few rows ahead of them comment at Ron’s wave saying; “That young man up there and the girl behind us must be very much in love.”
Harry thought that Hermione looked like she was about to faint, her face was as white as a sheet and her body was completely rigid.
After Bill, Gabriele, Fred, and his partner took their places, the music changed to the wedding march. All eyes (except for three people: Ron, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Hermione, Hermione, who was still frozen like she was hit with a Full Body Bind, and Harry, who kept looking worriedly between his two best friends) turned to see Fleur, who was a vision of beauty, exit the house with her father.
The Vicar gave a speech about soul mates and how Bill and Fleur were lucky enough to find such love between each other. Harry noted that Ron had a hopeful look in his eyes as he looked at Hermione while the Vicar spoke of soul mates. Hermione was still as pale and rigid as before, but Harry could actually hear her teeth grinding together. Ron was making her so nervous that Harry no longer feared that his beautiful friend would faint anymore, he was now worried that she would have an aneurism. Evidently, Hermione was very worried about the upcoming “talk” with Ron about their recent developments. That, as well as being obviously quite angry that Ron was embarrassing her, as well as himself, as he continually waved at her from the dais during the ceremony.
Harry felt that he needed to calm her down, for her own good, being so tense could not be good for her. That’s when Harry remembered the section in his ‘special book’ on Pleasure Points. He was certain that his new-found skills could help calm Hermione down.
Harry placed the pad of his right thumb on the back of Hermione’s left hand, which, according to his favorite book, was the location of one of the lesser Pleasure Points. Slowly, Harry rubbed her hand in a circular motion. After a moment, Harry started to gently push his magic through Hermione’s hand. Almost instantaneously, Harry noticed that Hermione began to relax and loosen up a bit. A small smile appeared on her face that told Harry that she was appreciative of his efforts. But he could tell that Hermione was still very tense. Harry decided that to help Hermione, he needed to tap into his power core for more energy.
“Do you, Bill, take Fleur to be you wife?” asked the Vicar.
Harry found it slightly ironic that it was Hermione who was the one who first told Harry that he was an unusually powerful wizard. Judging how tense Hermione appeared, Harry needed all the help he could get to get through to her.
“I do,” responded Bill with pride.
As he continued to massage her hand while pushing his magic into Hermione, Harry started to concentrate on his power core: love. He focused on happy, even loving memories about Hermione and himself. He recalled all the times she has been there for him, all the times she showed genuine concern about him, and compassion for him.
Before the Vicar could ask Fleur the same question, Hermione slumped slightly in her chair. A rosy bloom appeared on her face and exposed skin of her neck and torso. Harry took pride in being able to help Hermione relax, and he decided that it would do her some good to relax even more.
“Do you, Fleur, take Bill to be your husband?” the Vicar asked of the lovely bride.
“I do,” Fleur replied with joyful tears in her eyes.
To make Hermione even more relaxed and peaceful, Harry focused his thoughts on the events of the previous morning, when he strove so hard to give her pleasure. He remembered what she tasted like on his tongue, how wonderful her legs felt wrapped around his head, and how she called out his name when she had an orgasm. That’s when Harry realized that he may have gone a little too far tapping into his power core.
The rosy bloom quickly turned into a bright red color as Hermione’s breath became labored and she had to bite her lip to stop a moan of pleasure. Tiny beads of sweat blossomed all over her skin Hermione locked eyes with Harry; the look was a combination of desire, of wishing for this feeling to continue, as well as a questioning look, as if she was asking him how he was doing this with a simple touch? A deceptively simple question, to which Harry had no answer. According to the segments of the book that he read, the Pleasure Points he decided to focus on should’ve only given her a little pleasure; Harry had specifically chosen the area designed to impart the pleasure equivalent to a simple kiss. But somehow, Hermione was receiving a lot more than just ‘a little pleasure.’ Harry was in so much shock that he didn’t realize that he was still continuing to massage Hermione’s hand’s Pleasure Points while simultaneously pushing his love-based magic into her.
Harry could faintly smell the distinctive musky odor of Hermione’s juices. Harry looked in shock and surprise as a small wet spot appeared on Hermione’s gown at her lap. He reckoned that she must be flowing right about now. Harry could also see that her nipples had become quite erect as well, even through her bra and the fabric of her gown ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ looked as if they were about to break free.
After the newly married couple had kissed, the Vicar turned to the assembled family and guests. “If you’re new to a magical wedding, like some of our Muggle-born guest,” he began, “I would like to explain a tradition we have. This tradition is based on the idea of community. At this time, I would like to call on any guest to speak up and give their blessings to the new couple.”
Unfortunately, it was at this point that Hermione lost a bit of her self control and roughly kicked the chair in front of her. The old wizard who was occupying that chair stood up in surprise.
“Ah, Mr. Oseran,” the Vicar said, indicating the old man who just stood up because Hermione had kicked his chair. “What would you like to say to the bride and groom?”
“Um… err… I… ah…” Mr. Oseran stammered. He obviously didn’t have anything to say, but he couldn’t just tell that to the Vicar and sit down, now could he? Unfortunately for Mr. Oseran and Mrs. Oseran, who was mortified by her husband’s following statement, the best he could come up with was “Enjoy making sprogs, you two.”
Every single person in attendance drew a collective gasp at Mr. Oseran’s “blessing.” Although Harry was fairly certain that Fred and George found the scene to be hilarious.
“Thank you Mr. Oseran,” the Vicar said, a little taken back at the old man’s comment. “Would anyone else like to add their blessings?”
It was as if the fates had a personal grudge against Hermione. Because it was at this most inauspicious time that the building ecstasy hit Hermione like a rampaging Blast-Ended Skrewt.
“OH GOD, YES!” Hermione cried out at the top of her lungs.
“My, what an enthusiastic young witch!” the Vicar declared. “Please, my dear, stand up.”
Hermione’s face was a mask of fear and trepidation; she looked to Harry for support. Her eyes pleaded with Harry, asking him what should she do, what should she say? Harry, being the heroic wizard that he was, got up and helped her stand. Regrettably for Hermione, that’s about all the support that he could muster at that time.
“I-I-I-I would like,” began Hermione, unsteady in her own words. “I would like to give the couple my blessing… ?” She somehow ended the statement as a question.
“Thank you, dear,” the Vicar said, oblivious to what Hermione had just been through. “Anyone else?”
As another person stood up, and gave a real blessing this time, Harry and Hermione sat back down. As discreetly as he could, Harry waved his wand over Hermione’s lap and performed a Cleansing Charm.
Tonks was having some difficulty breathing; she had stuffed her fist into her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the two teens. Harry knew with certainty that she would never let them live this down.
“Hermione, are you alright?” Remus asked with genuine concern in his voice. Harry noticed that the concern in his voice didn’t quite reach his eyes, though. His eyes showed something akin to mirth.
“I’m fine, Remus,” Hermione answered, obviously not noticing the mirthful look in his eyes.
After four more people gave their best wishes to Bill and Fleur, one of which was a blubbering Molly Weasley, the Vicar called an end to the ceremony by saying, “If everyone to be as so kind, please head over to the reception area.”
As a group, all the guests walked toward the area indicated and came upon another decorated field. Mind you, the entire time everyone was walking, Ron kept waving and calling out to Hermione, trying to get her attention, which only seemed to further embarrass Hermione. There was another elevated stage, much like the one where the ceremony was performed, but this stage had a long table on it. Harry assumed that the members of the bridal party were to sit there. In front of the stage was a wooden dance floor. And in front of the dance floor, dozens of tables were strewn about on the grassy field. Each of the tables had four settings and each table was beautifully decorated with flowers as their centerpiece. In the middle of the center piece, a tented piece of purple paper stood out.
“We’re over here you two,” Remus called out as he held a chair out for Tonks. Harry followed the older wizard’s example and held out a chair for Hermione. Three tables away, Harry saw Scrimgeour sit down. He wondered what such an important political figure was doing at the Weasley’s wedding.
“Why’s the Minister here, anyway?” asked Hermione, voicing Harry’s question.
“He’s probably trying to bolster public moral,” informed Tonks. “You know the drill, reinforcing the fact that we should continue with our normal lives even though there’s a war going on.”
“Did he bring any extra security?” asked Harry while he scanned the parameter of the field in hopes of finding guards.
“There has to be,” stated Hermione as she too joined Harry in his visual search for security. “What if the Death Eaters attack? It would be an opportune time for it. This would be too perfect a target to pass up.”
“Well, the Ministry has taken steps if such an attack happens,” said Remus as he pointed out the purple flyer that was set at the middle of the center piece. Hermione picked up the flyer and Harry leaned in close so that he could read along with her.
The very official looking flyer stated:
“In case of an attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and/or his followers (Death Eaters, Werewolves, Giants, Vampires, Inferi), Harry J. Potter (AKA The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Chosen-One, and Dumbledore’s Man Through and Through) will orally stimulate Hermione J. Granger in hopes of a powerful bout of accidental magic wherein the attacking forces will be hit with a series of Hovering Charms and be rendered helpless.
“If the bout of accidental magic doesn’t occur, then at least our last remaining moments on this planet will be entertaining as we watch Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger in their efforts.
“As a precaution, the Ministry recommends that the guest surrounding Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger should cast an Umbrella Charm as Ms. Granger is inclined to get very wet and things around her tend to get thoroughly soaked.”
Harry broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Hermione and saw that the witch was trembling and her eyes were about to pop out of her head.
“Quite ingenious actually, if you think about it” Remus stated. “Voldemort would never expect such a defense.”
Remus leaned over to the table next to them and asked the grey haired wizard who was reading his own pamphlet; “What do you think about that?”
“It looks delightful,” the man replied as he licked his lips hungrily.
Harry looked around him and saw that nearly every guest was pointing at the pamphlets and talking amongst themselves in jolly tones. Harry and Hermione shared a mortified look. Without speaking to each other, they both shot out of their chairs. Hermione dashed to the left while Harry ran to the right. Harry snatched the purple parchment from an old witch’s hands and quickly read it. He almost fainted when he got to the line “… will orally stimulate Hermione J. Granger…”
Looking up, Harry found a very green faced Hermione reading a copy of the pamphlet on another table. Hermione looked as if she was about to get sick, faint, and cry (maybe not in that order necessarily). With her lip trembling, Hermione looked at Harry pitifully. Harry walked up to Hermione and threw his arms around her in a comforting hug.
“Don’t worry, Hermione,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “We’ll get through this.”
“This will be worst then that time Skeeter wrote those horrible things about me,” she cried miserably in his arms.
“Excuse me,” the old witch that Harry had taken the pamphlet away from said in an angry tone. “But I would like my menu back!”
The woman pulled the paper from Harry’s fingers and marched back to her seat muttering about how rude he was.
“Did… did she say /’menu’/?” Hermione asked with her face still buried in Harry’s chest.
Harry looked to the table next to them and saw a man raise the pamphlet to his mouth and state, “Roast duck, please.” He handed the offending paper to the woman next to him who repeated the process and said, “Trout, please.” Within seconds, delicious looking dishes of duck and fish appeared out of thin air in front of the couple.
Harry and Hermione’s attention was drawn back to their table as they heard riotous laughter. They saw Tonks doubled over, pounding her fist on the table as she snorted in an as unladylike way as possible. Remus, too, was howling with laughter. For a second, Harry wondered what could make Tonks and Remus laugh during this very upsetting time for both Harry and Hermione. Their lives were ruined, and the Metamorphmagus and the former Marauder were laughing like…
The former Marauder…
Harry released Hermione and stomped over to Remus growling, “/You son of a/…”
To be continued.

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Fantasy

Janice’s Mom Joins The Group

Consider reading stories Janice and Janice’s Mom before this story to familiarize with all the characters.
I woke up early on Saturday morning following our introduction to the carnal delights of my mother-in-law. Contrary to all the activity of last night, I arose with an avid boner, not so much for needing to piss, but with anticipation for the day ahead and that ass of Maggie.
After relieving myself in the bathroom, I returned to gaze at Janice sprawled out on the bed, her nude form gorgeous to the eye, still very much sound asleep. I decided not to disturb her and after retrieving my sleeping shorts and putting them on, I headed out to make some coffee and to see how the rest of the family was this morning.
Coming to the guest room where Maggie was camped in, I gazed into the cracked door to find an interesting site; Maggie was sleeping on her chest with her rear arched in the air. I could see the hard remains of dried cum on her ass and the underlying sheet. Her rose colored posterior looked beautiful and inviting and I could have sworn that her rosebud winked at me as I wet my lips, thinking of that taste from last night.
Waking out of my funk, I softly said to my appealing mother in law,
“Morning, Maggie. I’ll be down making coffee if you want any”
I got an even softer “ah huh, that’s nice” in return.
I gently closed the door and continued down the hallway, passing Brian’s room first. His door was open; he lay on his bed sideways with his naked ass facing the door. His sheets were off the bed and he looked like he had a wild romp in his room last night.
Looking across the hall into Jeff’s room, it looked the same, like he had a rough night. Jeff however was lying on his back, his dick upright like a curved flagpole, out like a light.
As I was grinding the beans for coffee, I heard a tapping on our patio door and really wasn’t to surprised to see Ted standing there with a sheepish grin on his face. Ted is probably worse than many women; he’s very nosy and likes gossip more than most.
I knew he was dying to hear about last night and the outcome of our party.
After letting him in, it the cross examination began.
“Well neighbor, tell me everything, and don’t leave one thrust out and when can I play?”
“Gee Ted; you don’t want one answer at a time do you?” I remarked.
“Man, I saw Margaret arrive last night, I was checking out the front window. She was dressed hot and she looked super hot. How old is she anyway?” Ted inquired.
“She’s in her early 60’s I think. Man, wasn’t Ellen a bit peeved with you being a perv, spying and all? I’d tell you to get out more, but hell you’re an international pilot, the only place for you to go new would be outer space” I chuckled.
Ted poured himself some coffee and sat down to await my retelling of our action from last evening. I gave a glossy overview of how things went; he wanted more details as he started to play with his cock thru his shorts. I continued to give a little more detail when an odd phone was ringing. Looking around I discovered a cell phone as going off; it didn’t look familiar, so I assumed it was Maggie’s.
I decided to answer it.
“Hello, this is Margaret’s cell phone” I announced.
“Russ? This is Al. I haven’t been able to reach her at the house. Do you know where she is?” The call was from my father in law who was currently overseas on business.
“Yes Al, Maggie spent the night with us. We had dinner and I guess we opened one wine bottle to much, so I suggested she just crash here to be safe” I lied thru my teeth.
“I appreciate that Russ, Al answered. I just wanted her to know I had a slight delay and I’ll be a day later. Same flight and time but on Monday, not Sunday as scheduled”
I wasn’t sure but I thought I heard a feminine giggle in the background. The phone was still for a fraction of time, I don’t know if that was a delay being an overseas call or if someone had covered up the phone to minimize any sounds.
I assured Al I would inform Maggie of his call. Then Al changed the topic, something he normally doesn’t do.
“How are Janice and the boys?” Al inquired.
“Fine, fine I replied, everyone is doing well”
“Good, give my best to Maggie and everybody. You’ll be seeing Polly soon to?”
“Yes, I’ll do that Al”. This was not an average conversation with my father in law. He basically never brings up regards for people. Something was amiss. With that I faintly heard several unintelligible sounds, again higher pitch, definitely more like a woman than a man. I suspected Maggie’s suspicion of cheating by her husband in a new light.
After a few more unnerving pleasantries, Al hung up as did I.
Ted was quick to swoop in and yearned to know what was up. I told him of the conversation and what I thought I heard in the background; he concurred that it did sound true about Al’s infidelity.
Ted was inquisitive, “Are you going to tell Maggie everything?”
“Only about the phone call” I said.
“Tell me what?” said a voice just coming into the kitchen. It was Maggie, wearing one of my dress shirts, buttons open to mid chest, exposing the inside portions of her tits. The shirt went to less than mid thigh, really highlighting her tanned and beautiful legs. She crossed the room and as she lifted up to get a cup from the cupboard, the shirt hiked up to reveal the lower portion of her buttocks. They gave a slight jostle as she retrieved the cup and placed her feet back flat on the floor. I glanced back at Ted who had a flushed look on his face and hand still in his groin. Maggie poured a cup and joined us at the table.
“You remember Ted our neighbor, Maggie” I gave as a convoluted greeting.
“Yes, good morning Ted”
“Good morning to you, Margaret, I mean Maggie” Ted corrected himself.
“What were you going to tell me again?” Maggie wanted to know.
“Oh, yeah. You left your cell down here. It was Al; he is going to be a day later, some delay on the deal. All the information on the flight and time is the same, just coming in Monday now” I let her know. I was looking at my shirt she had on; she noticed that I was looking and said sorry, she didn’t have a robe, and she saw my shirt in the clothes hamper and just thru it on. I told her no problem; I would run up and get a robe from Janice so she could be more comfortable.
Bounding up the stairs I heard the distinct sound that only fucking makes. I t was coming from Jeff’s room, peeking in there was Janice, reverse cowgirl on top of Jeff, both hands playing with his balls as he drove up and out of sight in to her wet snatch. Jeff had a complete look of ecstasy on his face as his mother was working hard for a cumload.
I left them and popped into the hall bath to grab a robe, when I ran into Brian shaving. Brian asked me to stay a little he wanted to ask me something. I sat on the edge of the tub as he continued to shave.
“What’s up” I asked.
“Dad isn’t Grams great? Nothing bad about Mom, but I’ve never fucked or been fucked like that in my life” Brian was fawning.
“Brian, I’ve had a little more experience than you but I must agree with you. Your grandmother has magic in that ass. Your mother will not be slighted in the least, in fact I suspect the more Grams is around, your mother will pick up on those muscle control things that she does” I concluded.
Brian started grinning thru the shaving cream and said how great that would be, almost like a fuckoff contest. I liked the sound of that myself.
“Are Aunt Polly and Uncle Ray coming over later?” Brian questioned.
“Yes, I’m sure your mom will contact them. Ted is already here and I’m sure Ellen will be over later to” I filled him in.
“I knew that hound dog Ted wouldn’t be able to wait, Brian laughed. Dad I have another question. Would you consider some more people in our group? I’m thinking of a friend of mine and his sister, so it wouldn’t be our family, but still family per se. Would you have a problem with that?”
I was taken aback a little with the question since we just had some turmoil with Maggie being included. I was thinking thru a proper response as I formulated an answer.
I took a deep breath and started, “Son you know why we’re doing this right? I mean your mother’s condition is the primary reason we do this. Secondly we do not want any unnecessary attention drawn to us, so we are keeping this as tight and controlled as possible. If we didn’t we would be in a giant swing club with the world to know”
“I know that Dad, but you know my friend Leon?”
I had met Leon before; he has been to our house a number of times. He plays football with Brian at university; he is a starter, Brian a reserve. He is also about 6’4 270 pounds plus of muscle, black muscle. I know they were tight, but I couldn’t believe he had told him about us and the things we were doing.
Before I could utter my worries, Brian interjected, “Don’t worry Dad he doesn’t know about us. I would never discuss that with anyone unless we all had the green light, like you did with Grams”
I drew breath with a silent thank you blown out. I didn’t like how this was playing out but I inquired why he would even contemplate this.
“Leon has a problem similar to ours Dad. His little sister Kiesha is 19, just starting out in college this semester, also with urges like Mom. She was a terror in High School and when Leon went to college first he couldn’t watch out for her anymore. He’s just afraid for her being taken advantage or of her being used because of her affliction. I just thought that we could help since we’re in the same boat if you will and if nothing else, Mom might have some encouragement or advise to offer which might help Kiesha control herself better” Brian finished.
In a weird way I was proud of my boy thinking along the lines of helping someone, even when it is so odd an affliction as nymphomania, when the most common reaction would be, let’s party.
“Son, since this would affect everyone in this house, and others; we can’t make any decision concerning this. If you want we can discuss this with the group at the appropriate time and go from there. I am proud that you would want to help out” I concluded.
Brian had finished shaving and told me thanks for my input. I grabbed the robe and headed back downstairs, both Janice and Jeff were no longer in his room so I assumed they had gone downstairs to start breakfast. I needn’t have thought about that.
Both Janice and Maggie were chest down on the round kitchen table, fingers interlocked with each other, bent at the waist getting their asses plowed by Ted and Jeff. Ted was using his pipe to torque the rear of Maggie while Jeff was doing the same to Janice. Ted’s jumbo size pecker was going down to the root in Maggie’s dynamic ass as his face reflected pure ecstasy. Boy I knew full well what he was feeling and I envied him right now. Maggie was still wearing my dress shirt which was now open against the glass table top; the constant rubbing of her tits on glass had her nipples hard and pointy. Janice occasionally placed her hands on top of Jeff’s who held her by the hips; she made it like she did not want him to miss a stroke.
I refreshed my coffee and leaned back on the counter to enjoy the show; Brian had come down now as well and immediately grinned from ear to ear, and joined me. We watched in anticipation as both guys were gunning toward the point of no return. Ted lost control first and announced his impending sperm shower to everyone within three blocks of the house. He held Maggie’s ass flush with his groin as he emptied his tank in her rear, shaking violently as the final throes of passion abated. Ted once disengaged from Maggie ass, slumped weakly back into a kitchen chair.
Jeff meanwhile was trying to release his load to the constant urges of his mom. In the old naval days of Roman war ships, they would in order to sink their opponent, call for ramming speed, well this is what Jeff was up to as you would get dizzy watching him go. Finally with a giant exhale, his orgasm was underway and he to tried to place every drop of his nut sauce inside Janice. Brian and I could only applaud the guys for their superior efforts.
Brian was overcome and as Jeff and Janice separated and Janice stood up, Brian reached her, took her hand and led his mom to the kitchen counter. He lifted her up and spread her legs and sank his hardened cock into her pussy as sperm from her ass leaked out onto the floor. My boys were into keeping their mom happy that’s for sure.
I turned my attention to Maggie who was still sucking for air on the kitchen table after her anal pound from Ted. I helped her slide into a chair next to the deflated Ted, where I offered her my rigid member to suck on. She took a deep breath and inhaled my bone and gave it the spit and polish routine.
All the prior activity had been too much for Brian, after just a relative few number of strokes was cumming inside Janice. She eagerly was accepting the explosion in her hole and had grabbed his ass to keep him deep.
Maggie intense sucking on me was also to much, and I to emptied my self on her tongue and down her throat. Looking around the room, if we weren’t naked you would have pictured us all having run a marathon, we looked that winded and beat.
We uniformly decided once we got our senses back, to have breakfast and relax. With everyone pitching in we had and assembly line of food humming along and when done, scarfed it up like it was our last meal.
Ted decided to go next door and get his wife Ellen; I had to chuckle as he was wobbly and bowlegged as he left thru the patio door. Maggie’s ass still had him in the recovery mode for sure.
After a few orange juices, the boys had recovered enough to be energizer bunnies again and made a beeline for Grams. After kissing and fondling her, they got Maggie on her knees again and started spit roasting her; Jeff with a blow and Brian burying the bone in her ass. I was beginning to think that Janice’s sex issues might be more genetic than first thought. Besides Maggie’s sex drive, I also considered Polly, my sister in law, who also had her insatiable moments.
I took Janice aside in the living room and decided to ask her about what Brian and I had discussed earlier. She was quiet as I explained the issue with his friend Leon and his sister, but I could see the little fire in her eye as she though of that immense black man and what fire he may be able to put out. In the end she agreed we had to be careful and really think and work this through. In the end I felt better in her knowing and she could explore that with her mom and sister in the future.
Arriving back in the kitchen area, we noticed that the boys had switched on Maggie, whereas now Jeff with his unique curved boner was exploring her anal depths and Brian was getting a wonderful tea bag job as they had Maggie on her back, Brian hunching over her face with balls on the forehead, driving his cock in her mouth.
Janice had the urge again and started by playing with my balls thru my shorts while sucking on my earlobe. I laughed internally because I realized it had been almost half a day since we fucked. Here it was almost noon and we hadn’t hooked up yet. I swept Janice up in my arms and carried her to the den and spread her out on the sofa. We had a slow, sensual lovemaking session with plenty of kisses and love nibbles something we both enjoy.
After everybody had finished, the lust was abated, and the order of the day was being set. Everybody got cleaned up; the boys both left and Janice and Maggie decided to do a little shopping, and they to left. This left me alone in the house which quickly felt very empty and isolated but also peaceful. I started to pick up for the day; most noticeable were the sperm tracks left on the kitchen tile floor when the girls were being slammed on the table. It brought a new meaning to the term, runoff to me.
The phone rang and it was my brother in law, Ray. Quite naturally he wanted to know how our dinner and evening went having no idea of the orgy we enjoyed. I told him all was well, Maggie was very pleasant and she treated me well (how well he would find out later) and all in all it was a good night. We re-confirmed of Polly and him coming by later.
I finished tiding up around the house when I noticed Ted and Ellen at the back patio door. Ted had put on a fresh pair of shorts and a new tee; Ellen was covered in a loose fitting housedress. Her large tits stood out proud and obviously were braless and swayed ever so sweet when I opened the door and let them in. I gave Ellen a quick kiss and a short squeeze of her ass, while offering them something to drink.
Ellen wanted to know where everybody was at; I filled her in. She especially wanted to see Maggie because based on how Ted came home from his morning romp with Maggie; she wanted to see how she did it. She commented that she never saw Ted that beat before in her life and wanted to learn what tricks there were to doing that again. Ted looked on with a sheepish grin while I laughed at the joke.
I poured everyone some wine as we sat on the couch to relax and talk while waiting for the return of the others. I broached the subject of Leon and his sister; both Ted and Ellen had previously met Leon in passing; they listened intently. Ellen started to comment there must be something in the water to have so many women with these uncontrollable urges for sex. Of course Ted and I saw nothing wrong there; if by any remote chance it was in the water we would want to patent and distribute it. Ellen at that point slapped Ted on the knee and waved at me, saying you men are all alike.
Ted started to play with Ellen’s giant tits thru her dress, trying to flick at her nipples thru the fabric; she rubbed up and down his thigh. I politely asked if they wanted privacy; Ellen told me not to be crazy and get my ass over next to her and work on her other tit.
Its funny what men need to hear only once to grasp, I would have made the green lantern proud with the speed I used to cozy up to Ellen and her welcoming boobs.
It didn’t take long for Ted and me to pull those melons from the dress and latch our greedy mouths on to those big nipples. We lifted and squeezed those hefty orbs of love flesh with passion made obvious by the flagpoles being raised in our shorts. Ellen made our discomfort worse by rubbing our pricks on the outside of our shorts, making them get stiffer with no place to go. Ted released the tit he was working on and stood up to drop his pants and offered his prick to his wife’s open mouth; she did not hesitate and inhaled him in.
This left me both her beauties and I took full advantage by pulling my shorts down and placing my steel bar between her ripe breasts for a titfuck. Ellen’s size and softness of her tits was mesmerizing, I could stay this way all day. We were working double duty on Ellen’s upper torso and doing so with gusto. As our joint lust increased we went to an all out fuck session; Ted stopped getting a blowjob instead by grabbing Ellen’s head with his hands he was face fucking her; meanwhile I was rubbing a path between her tits with the constant rubbing of my dick in her tits. We almost burst our dams at the same time.
Ted came first, firing torrents of sperm into Ellen’s mouth where the overflow was running down her chin. I meanwhile was shooting cumloads onto her tits with the first two jets so strong they hit her chin to co mingle with Ted’s juice. When we both pulled away we commented how sweet our glazed donut woman looked. Ellen slapped at us while looking for a towel to clean up with.
As the afternoon progressed, the laziness of the day took hold and we began to nod off in our respective seats. I don’t know how long we were out, it must have been some time as the outside light darkened somewhat.
I was awakened when the phone rang and it was my son’s; they had run into some friends and they would be a little late in getting home. I said I hadn’t seen anyone else yet, so get home when you get home I uttered. Looking at our neighbors Ted and Ellen still snoozing on the couch, I decided to head upstairs and splash some water on my face and clean up a little.
Moving quickly I did not at first hear the voices coming from the master bedroom, but once in the hall bath, I distinctly heard people talking thru a closed door. I decided to investigate and found Janice and Maggie on our bed talking.
“When did you get back?” I asked.
“We’ve been home about 30-40 minutes, responded Janice. We saw everyone sprawled out on the couch and thought it best to let you all sleep”
“So what are you two doing up here?”
“Mom and I are talking about stuff. You know, Dad, last night, the future, just stuff” remarked Janice with a shrug.
“Well, about the future, Polly and Ray should be along soon. What plans for dinner?” I piped out.
“Polly is going by Olive Garden and bringing some entrees and salad. Is that going to be ok?”
“Sounds like a winner to me” I agreed.
“Russ, we also talked about Brian’s friend, Leon and his sister” Janice meekly spoke.
“Ok and how do you feel about it?”
This time Maggie spoke up, “I don’t know about everyone else, but it sounds like they could use some help from people that can relate to their dilemma. Of course that’s just my opinion and you are all free to make up your own minds”
Before I could respond I had an internal vision of Leon black cock boring thru Maggie’s ass cheeks. It certainly left an impression in my mind. An interesting one for sure.
“I appreciate your input Maggie. As soon as everyone else can review it, I guess we’ll make a decision” was all I could muster out.
I had sat on the bed by now and I noticed Janice begin rubbing her pussy thru her shorts. This was a clear sign that she was experiencing that itch again and it needed addressing.
I slid her shorts then her thong off; then I stood up and removed my shorts. On the other side of the bed, Maggie was undressing and as soon as her bra was off, began fondling her round titties. I began playing with Janice’s pussy by sliding one then two fingers in, then by rubbing her clit. She responded by splaying her legs open to allow as much access to her hole as needed.
Next to us Maggie was toying with her clit also and a slight moan was eliciting from her throat. The action of my fingers on Janice had her juices making her slit wet and slick allowing me to add a third finger up to the knuckle. Here breathing was started to labor and she was working toward and orgasm. By the time I inserted a better part of my whole hand; Janice was shuddering and thrashing on the bed. Janice’s ass started to rise off the bed and a slow wail began as her orgasm was hitting her in waves. With her eyes closed she was urging me on with my hand manipulations of her pussy as her orgasm hit its peak.
I took my other hand and replaced Maggie’s in her pussy and soon was stroking her clit till it became engorged. I now had my wife and mother in law both being partially fisted by me simultaneously and loving it. Again, a camera would have been priceless at this point.
Janice’s orgasm was slowly subsiding and I had to address my hardness at this point. Grabbing her by her thighs, I pulled Janice up to me and then placed her legs on my shoulders while lining my pulsing cock to her quivering pussy. Rubbing the helmet of my cock up and down her slit, getting all juiced up, forced Janice to huff out, shove it in.
I pushed in all the way to my balls, withdrew slowly and pushed again all in. I was now making sure that my entire length would enter on every thrust. Maggie had removed my hand from her hole and actually left the side of the bed to slide a little beneath and to the back of me. I held my breath as her mouth engulfed my sack and then delicately took each ball in and lathered it with her tongue. The sensation was divine and I had the feeling my cock was getting harder and longer if that was even possible. My mother in law’s sexual talents evidently knew few limits of which I was most thankful.
I don’t know about most men, but to be buried in your wife’s hot hole while her mother is licking your nuts is on a pedestal by itself. There was gonna be no way I wouldn’t blow my load and do it soon with this much action. Within a couple minutes I was shooting what felt like a decent load of sperm deep into Janice. I pulled out before really finishing so that hopefully I could deposit a few dollops on Maggie’s tongue, which I did succeed in doing.
A few moments later the doorbell rang, I got up and put my shorts back on and told the girls I suspected that was Polly and Ray with dinner. I’ll get things set up and pour some wine if they wanted to throw something on and come down.
I got to the door by their second time ringing and let a spunky Polly and Ray in who was saddled with multiple bags of food. Polly gave me a quick cheek kiss while I took some of the load off of Ray as we entered the kitchen. Ted and Ellen looked like they just had awakened and came into the kitchen at the same time rubbing their eyes. Hugs and greetings were done by all, Ted managing to grab an ass cheek of Polly’s while getting a kiss. Janice and Maggie had now made their appearance and a startled Ray looked befuddled as Maggie gave him a big hug and a quick peck on the lips. He was absolutely clueless on what tonight would bring.
We quickly set up a food line and everyone helped themselves to the trays of spaghetti and ravioli while picking up a glass of wine. Polly kept peeking over at Janice and Maggie as if some sage advice would be uttered from the mountain, but there was just general conversation.
I was over in a corner with Ted whispering if we should have fun with Ray or let Maggie just have him; he was all in for some fun at Ray’s expense.
After our dinner, we sat around with some casual conversation, when Ted stood up and walked over to Maggie and sat next to her. Moments later he placed his arm over her shoulder, all within view of Ray, whose eyes got big as well as darting around, looking for some explanation. Ted leaned into Maggie and licked and softly bit on her earlobe causing Ray to coil back.
I was sitting across the way trying desperately not to laugh out loud, the others were watching the scene with interest, though not the alarm mode that Ray was in. I could tell that both Ellen and Janice were stifling a chuckle also.
As Ted now began to fondle Maggie’s tit, you saw Ray mouth the words, “holy shit”, and when he commenced to give her a great big wet kiss, the expression on Ray’s face was priceless, and probably close to passing out. I reached out for Polly, who seeing my outstretched hand, came bounding over from her seat. Standing in front of me, I lowered her pretty blue shorts to reveal her oh so wet panty less pussy. I lowered my shorts to bounce out my throbbing cock and had Polly sit on my lap as well as my cock. This was all lost on Ray as his eyes remained glued to the sight of his mother in law and good neighbor Ted.
Rustling behind us were the boys, Brian and Jeff who had just come home. It was funny watching them try to pile food on their plates while watching the action, especially the reactions of Uncle Ray. Half the food they were piling on was missing the plates completely as their attention was more on the visual delights than their accuracy.
Maggie lay back in the sofa with her head deep in the top cushion when Ted stood up and removed his shorts. He then stepped up on the couch and with his back and ass to us all, planted his large dick to Maggie’s lips. A quick glance toward Ray showed a man who just may have received religion at that point. His face reflected a look of a man who may have just discovered the origin of life. Again I cursed not having my camera.
Maggie was making wet and sloppy sounds as she literally ate Ted’s cock. Ray had by now pulled out his beer can thick prick and was giving it a good and steady wank. Janice and Ellen slid over to lend a hand if you will, so that Ray could remove his hand and just rub the backs of his helpers.
My little spinner Polly was giving me a wonderful screwing, bounding up and down on my dick while I gazed from side to side to not miss any of the current action on the other side of the room. My sons, Brian and Jeff had finished their dinner and shed their clothes, coming into the den to announce comically; “We’re with the dick police. We’re here to help. Be advised we will be inspecting the females closely”
Ellen and Janice had left a throbbing Ray, literally leaving him at the explosion point to join my boy’s on the carpet. Both the women got into the doggy position and were effortlessly mounted by the horny lads.
So there we were; Polly and I, the boys and Ellen and Janice, and Ted ramming down the gullet of good old grams. This left poor Ray in an uncomfortable space between unabated lust and the hardest cock in the room. His poor face was contorted into what I do now expression. My compassion took over; I couldn’t let him languish any longer.
Lifting Polly up and carrying her on my dick with my hands holding her ass, I walked over to Ted and Maggie and sat down again. I let my fingers prod into Maggie’s pussy and let my thumb push in her ass. Maggie’s response was too slide further into my hand which almost made her lose contact with Ted’s dick.
I then told a bewildered Ray to come over to me, which he did trance like. His sights were transfixed on Maggie’s ass and my thumb all the way inside it. He wasn’t holding his thick cock anymore; it was waving like a bobble head in the air, looking to zone in on a target. Ted finally got off the sofa and this allowed Maggie to turn over and really expose her backside to all. Polly had dismounted me now and joined Ted, while I grabbed both of Maggie’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart and abruptly told Ray to “do it”
Ray placed his cannon head to Maggie’s gaped ass and inserted it slowly. Now having seen Maggie enjoy the other men’s ass fuck, this was something new; her expression was off the wall as Ray’s super thick weapon sank further in her bowls. I doubt she had experienced this width before in her rear channel. When Ray was in to the max, Maggie’s face outlined a look of pained joy. When Ray held her hips and began humping harder into her ass, she shrieked out encouragement as the pitch of her voice became octaves higher.
When Ray would pull out entirely to rearrange his body, the gape of her ass was so big; a silver dollar would have fallen through. I also had the funny urge to call out my father in law’s name to see if he would answer from that dark and deep hole.
The coupling on the sofa had everyone else in limbo as they observed the mother, son in law thrashing before them. The idea of a son in law literally fucking the shit out of his mother in law gave justification to all the cruelty that in-laws inflict on one another. Whatever the relationship and feelings between these two was being forever changed before our eyes; this was fornication at its purest form, an animal desire that had to be fulfilled. Ray was now beyond any control, if an army had tried to pull him from Maggie’s ass it would have failed. His body jolted and convulsed as he injected his molten cum into the confines of Maggie’s ass. Her ass in turn was in spasm mode as it milked all he had.
The two of them collapsed from exhaustion after their theatrics subsided. The rest of the folks, as if on cue, went back to their activity as if nothing had stopped them earlier. I had to have some relief, so I looked around who might assist me in that regard. Ellen and Janice were still being drilled by the boys; Ted was pile driving Polly deeper and deeper into the sofa cushions. My best recourse was the girls, Ellen and Janice, so I got between them and had them take turns sucking me off. Trust me; it didn’t take much before I erupted with long ropes of cum high in the air to finally rest on the foreheads of these two women.
A chain reaction began as the men; one after the other would explode and bring their partners to shattering climaxes as well.
The orgy continued well into the night and following morning. Everyone was encouraged to spend the night; however Ted and Ellen decided to go home right before dawn. Against my judgment they stumbled out the back door over our backyard to theirs. I fully expected to see them pasted out in the backyard maybe with fire ants crawling over them. I didn’t know if I would have enough energy myself to help them if they did. No worry they did make it.
The rest of us played on till sunrise. All the women got double penetrations, but in Maggie’s case, the pussy was off limits. Ray spent most of his time with Maggie as expected.
One of the funniest sites was when Ray and I took a break and got in the kitchen to refresh ourselves with drink. It was after about his third fuck with Maggie. He placed his arm around my shoulder and I did the same with mine, as he thanked me for letting him participate, referring to Maggie. What a picture, two brother in laws, arms around each other, hip to hip, naked with our dangling dicks swinging in the breeze, watching my sons fuck the hell out of his wife.
Some of us stumbled upstairs to bed with partners, others just passed out in the den. On the way upstairs, Brian turned to me and said,
“Oh Dad, by the way, Leon is stopping by latter, we’re going over some plays coach wants us to study. Perhaps we can talk about his situation with everyone since there all here”
It’s not easy being me.

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 3(full chapter)

first let me answer somethings yes i know this is not my story, i found this stoy on this site awhile back and i liked it so i read all six that he posted it didn’t make sense to me that it ended the way that it did so i looked it up online and folund that he didn’t post all of the story so i thought that i would because i liked it and assumed that others had too and would want to read it so enjoy this next one
Harry wakes up the next morning strangely refreshed. As he stands up, Harry looks down at the foot of his bed and almost passes out. There lies Narcissa Malfoy, naked as the day she was born.
Damn, he thinks to himself, that wasn’t a dream after all!
Harry quietly sneaks to his dresser and fetches a change of clothes before heading to the shower.
On the way to the bathroom, Harry notes that all the Dursley’s are still asleep.
Harry’s about half-way through his shower when he hears the door open. He turns to see what looks like a dark haired female enter the room. As he open his mouth, Bellatrix says, “Don’t worry master, it’s just me.”
Bellatrix steps into the shower with Harry and takes the soap from his hand. She’s very thorough in her washing of him, but she’s careful to avoid certain areas of his anatomy. Finally, she soaps up her hand and takes Harry’s erect cock and begins to jack him off.
Harry’s surprise weakens his control to the point where he loses control in less then a minute, with enough force to leave his head spinning.
After he regains his scattered wits, Harry and Bellatrix step out of the shower and she dries him off before doing the same to herself.
The pair smells coffee brewing as they step out of the bathroom, fully dressed. They slowly head down to the kitchen to find Narcissa already at the stove making a good sized breakfast with Dudley and Petunia sitting at the table with food in front of them.
Bella goes over and pours out two cups of coffee while Harry sits down with his relatives.
Dudley is staring lecherously at Bellatrix until Harry gives him a very light kick in the shin. The boy opens his mouth to speak as he looks at Harry and then promptly closes it when he sees Harry’s glare. Shortly thereafter, Dudley quits the table, after eating much less then is normal.
The sisters join Harry and Petunia right after Dudley leaves. Petunia stands up as Harry’s getting ready to dig in. “Just a moment aunt Petunia.”
Petunia looks at her nephew for a moment before she sits back down. “Yes boy, what is it?”
Harry sighs, “Aunt Petunia, I need your assistance today.” Before she can respond, Harry continues, “There’s more to my situation with the Black’s then them simply being my guardians. For lack of a better term, they’re my property; because of a spell I did, they’re bound to me and will do whatever I tell them. Do you understand so far?”
“Yes, except how my help would be needed.”
Harry reaches up and massages the bridge of his nose, “I need your help with a small matter of discipline. You see, last night Narcissa broke one of my only rules and as punishment, I’m more or less giving her to you for the day.”
Petunia arches an eyebrow, “What would you have me do?”
The two make eye contact, “You can do whatever you wish to with her, so long as neither Dudley nor Vernon try and touch them.”
“/Anything/ I want?”
Harry nods his head and almost breaks out laughing at his aunt’s expectant face.
Petunia stands up, “Please follow me.” She then leads the blonde upstairs and shortly, Harry hears a door close.
Bellatrix laughs, “I doubt that we’ll be seeing those two for a while master.” Harry looks at Bellatrix and she continues, “Master, I can easily recognize the look of a woman who’s gone for far too long without any form of release except for her hand.”
Harry blushes at the thought of his aunt in need of… relief.
Bellatrix looks at Harry with raw hunger in her eyes, “Master, she’s not the only woman in the house in need of relief.”
Harry swallows loudly and despite the hand job he got in the shower, he can feel his cock starting to harden.
“Would you please help me master?”
Harry can barely nod his head yes, so Bellatrix takes him by the hand and leads them up to his room.
After the door is closed, Harry can but stare as Bellatrix quickly divests herself of her clothing. As she bends over the end of Harry’s bed, she looks at the mesmerized teen. “What’s wrong master?”
At her words, Harry starts to intently study his shoes.
After a moment, Bella stands up and walks over to Harry. She reaches a hand out gently tips his head up, “Master, is there a problem?”
“It’s just that I haven’t… you know, before, except before the spell was cast.”
Bellatrix looks at Harry in astonishment, “You mean that the time with Cissa and me was your first time?”
Harry nods his head glumly. “Alright master, if you wish, I’ll instruct you as much as I can.”
“Thank you, I’d appreciate it.”
Bellatrix pulls Harry further into the room and closes the door before quickly stripping Harry down to the buff. She then resumes her place at the end of the bed. She looks over at her master and says, “You’ll need to be over here,” in a slightly teasing voice.
Harry hesitantly walks over to behind Bella and waits for her to continue.
Bella says, “Now grab my hips.” As Harry does, she reaches back, grabs Harry’s shaft, and positions it at her pussy. “Good, now push your hips forward.”
After the head of Harry’s cock penetrates her, Bella releases him and braces herself as the long forgotten sensations overtake her. After Harry’s hips are resting against her rump Bellatrix says, “So good. Now pull back until just the head of your cock is still in me.” Bellatrix is close to losing it as she feels Harry slowly slide out of her. When just the end of Harry dick is in he stops, “Now master, you just repeat the process.”
Harry does as Bellatrix tells him, slowly sliding in until his hips are against her arse and sliding out until just the tip of his penis is in her.
After a minute of this excruciatingly slow pace Bellatrix pleads, “Faster master, please go faster.”
Harry gradually picks up his pace at Bellatrix’s continual urgings.
As Harry continues to fuck her, Bellatrix reaches down and gently starts to rub her clit. “Good master, now reach down and grab my breasts.”
Harry does as she says, and takes the warm mounds of flesh into his hands and instinctively starts to massage them.
Having her master massage her breasts is the straw that broke the camel’s back for Bellatrix. She shrieks wordlessly as she climaxes.
The muscle contractions around his cock are too much for Harry and with a grunt he deposits his seed in Bellatrix’s waiting cunt.
Bellatrix collapses on the bed as Harry steps back, allowing his spent member to slip from Bellatrix. He quickly moves around to the side of the bed and kneels down, “Are you alright Bella?”
Wearily, Bellatrix says, “I’m great master. That’s the best orgasm of my life.”
Harry nods as he feels a tingling on the back of his neck as he gets dressed and tells Bellatrix to do the same.
The Bellatrix leads the way downstairs. As she sees a bit of motion in the kitchen, she sends off a stunner.
A moment later, they hear Dumbledore say, “It’s only me.”
Suddenly suspicious, Harry says, “Step out slowly with your wand away.”
Albus steps out of the kitchen and Bellatrix hits him with a Finite Incantatem charm. After that Bellatrix quickly apologizes and turns to Harry to ask about her punishment, Harry raises his finger to silence her, “There won’t be any punishment; you reacted exactly the way I would have.”
Bellatrix gives Harry a brief smile before schooling her features into the classic look of bored aristocracy that stays put until Harry swats her on the arse.
The two men chuckle as Bellatrix heads for the kitchen. “Would you like some tea Albus?”
“Why yes I would, Harry.”
Harry nods towards the kitchen and they step in to find Bellatrix already getting the water on to boil. They sit down as she sets out a nice tea set for two and a plate of biscuits.
“So, what can I do for you Albus?”
“Well, Harry there are several matters I wish to discuss. First though,” he draws his wand and casts several privacy spells on the kitchen. “There, now we are free to talk. First I have yet to hear from Cornelius about getting the restrictions lifted unfortunately, so avoid using magic if at all possible. Next, are the any questions you’ve been able to come up since yesterday?”
“Just one really, is there any chance at all of the spell wearing off?”
“No, you see Harry, unlike its descendant, the Sex Slave Curse doesn’t merely force a person to act against their will. Instead it completely rearranges their outlook on life. I haven’t had that much time yet to look into the particulars of the spell, but given the goal of the spell and the raw power needed to cast it, I doubt you’ll have to worry about the spell wearing off any time soon. Do you have any other questions along this venue?”
“No sir. But that does remind me of something. Bella come over here for a moment.”
Less then a second later, Bellatrix is kneeling at Harry’s feet. “Yes master?”
“Bellatrix, I confiscated your wand yesterday, how is it that you have it back?”
Bellatrix swallows loudly, “I’m so sorry master, but I stole it back in order to protect you.”
Harry can feel the rage welling up inside of him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I understand your reasons Bellatrix, but I’m afraid I am going have to punish you most severely. However it can wait for now, please continue Albus”
“I don’t believe there’s anything else. I’m afraid I must be going.”
Harry nods his head, “Before you go Albus, would it be possible for you to cast the needed privacy charms on my room so we have someplace we can speak privately?”
Albus thinks for a moment before he says, “It would be possible Harry, but I’d prefer to wait until Cornelius responds to my owl and then teach you the charms and have you cast them yourself.”
Harry nods his head, “Thank you, I do believe that is acceptable.”
“Thank you,” with that, Albus Disapparates.
Harry shakes his head and almost trips over Bellatrix as he stands up. “Oh yes, you. I think I have a suitable punishment for you. You are cut off for the next forty-eight hours. No sleeping with me and no form of relief from anyone else, including yourself.”
At her horrorstruck look, Harry can tell he’s chosen a truly horrid punishment and for a moment he feels unduly proud. He then looks over to the kitchen clock, almost noon, “Ok Bella, let’s try out your cooking skills shall we?”
She meekly nods her head as she stands and moves to the stove.
Harry watches Bella work, almost mesmerized by the swaying of her hips. Harry’s considering having her take off her robes when he hears the front door open. He’s instantly on his feet and both he and Bella have their wands in hand as they turn towards the entryway. Just as the reach the doorway, they hear Dudley callout.
Harry peeks out and sees his cousin standing by the door, flushed, sweating, and out of breath.
Dudley nods at Harry as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
“What have you been doing Dudley?”
Dudley glares for a second before he says, “Running. What’s it to you?” He closes his eyes for a second before he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“One moment please Dudley.” He whispers to Bellatrix, “Hit him with Finite.”
Dudley’s shocked as he’s hit by a spell. “What was that for?”
“I’m sorry Dudley, but I wanted to make sure no one had put a spell on you so they could control you.”
Dudley looks confused for a moment before saying, “Ok, just don’t let dad see you doing that.”
Harry raises an eyebrow, “Would you like to join us for lunch?”
Dudley looks at his cousin for a moment, “Yes please.”
The three sit down to a quite dinner, with Harry keeping a quite eye on Dudley. Throughout the meal, Dudley repeatedly forces himself not to over indulge. Finally, as Bella’s clearing out the dishes, Harry asks, “Alright Dud, what’s up?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been watching you, you’ve eaten at most a third of what you normally do. Now you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but maybe I can help.”
Dudley blushes profusely and stares down at the table.
Harry’s suddenly struck by inspiration, “It’s a girl isn’t it?”
Dudley shyly nods his head.
With a big grin, Harry says, “I’m glad to hear it.”
Dudley looks up quickly, “You mean that, cousin?”
“Of course I do. If she’s what’s pushing you to improve yourself, then I’m very glad.”
Dudley’s eyes quickly shift to Bellatrix’s ass for a moment before returning to Harry.
“I’m hoping that the girl you’ve fallen isn’t Bella.”
“What? Oh no, it’s a girl I met at school, just moved here, names Shaz. But, I was an ass to her and well, I had a nice shiner for two days; but she opened my eyes to how much of a piece of shit I was. I’m trying to change, to treat people better, to try and make myself worthy of her.”
As Harry looks at his cousin, he has an idea. “Dudley, would a bit of incentive help?”
“Probably, why?”
“Because Dud, Bella here is from an old Wizarding family. If you want lessons in manners, proper etiquette, that kind of thing, it could be arranged. I’ll make you a deal Dud; if you can lose ten pounds before I leave this year, I’ll give you Bella for an hour.”
“WHAT?”
“Quite down Dud; the sisters will do whatever I tell them to. Now you won’t be allowed to shag her, but anything else. Also, if she chooses to teach you in her spare time, then, that’s up to her. I’ll be up in my room; I need to do some studying.”
Harry walks up to his room, leaving Bella talking with Dudley. When he walks in, Hedwig starts hooting at him. “Oh yeah, I should probably write Ron and Hermione.”
Harry sits down at his desk and quickly scratches out,
Hi guys,
Sorry this can’t be too long, but I’ve had an interesting couple of days.
I can’t go into details right now, but I’ll fill you in when I get to Grimmauld Place.
Harry
Not entirely satisfied with the letter, Harry hesitantly attaches it to Hedwig’s leg and sends her off. He then gets into his trunk and digs out his DADA book from last year. As Harry starts to get into what he should have learned last year, the door to his room opens. He turns towards the door just in time to be tackled. Raven hair obscures his vision and soft flesh is pressed against his chest as his lips are covered and he’s engaged in a very intense kiss. After he manages to break the kiss, he says, “I missed you too, Bella.”
Bellatrix’s hands sneak under Harry and get a firm grip on his bum. “Master, that fat pig wants me to help teach him etiquette and manners. I want to tell him no, just because of his behavior towards you; but he was so emphatic. I think he truly wants to change.”
Harry asks, “So, what do you plan to do,” as he roughly grabs a hold of Bella’s arse.
Bella reluctantly rolls off Harry and stands up, helping her master to his feet as well, “I plan on teaching him what he wants to know. I was hoping that you’d also be willing to attend.” At Harry’s arched eyebrow, “Master, good manners are always useful, especially dealing with those morons at the ministry.”
Harry nods his head, “I’ll think about it.”
“Please do master. So, what would you like me to do?”
The mental images seriously test Harry’s resolve, but he says, “I was just about to do some studying.”
Disappointment shows rather clearly on Bellatrix’s face as she says, “Very well master. Would you like some assistance?”
“I’d appreciate it Bella.”
They spend the next several hours working on the Dark Arts. As expected, Bella repeatedly offers keen insight on the best way to deal with each section of the Dark Arts.
At about six, there’s a timid knock on the door before Narcissa sticks her head in the door. “Master, your aunt wished for me to tell you that supper will be done shortly.”
“Thank you Cissa, we’ll be down shortly,” Harry replies.
Harry quickly puts his books away as Bella dons her robes. He looks at the raven haired woman, “We’re going to have to get you some muggle clothing, if just for when you’re interacting with my family.”
“What would you recommend master?”
“Well, I’d like to see you in a pink t-shirt and blue jeans.”
No sooner are the words are out of Harry’s mouth then Bella’s wand is in motion. She quickly transfigures her robes into a bright pink shirt that’s reminiscent of Tonks’s hair and about three sizes too small, at least in the chest and a pair of denim hip huggers that she fills out in ways that should almost be illegal. Harry’s eyes almost bug out when Bella bends over to pick up something when she’s got he back turned to him.
When she turns around, Bella says, “Are you alright Master?”
Harry roughly shakes himself out of the daze, “Yes, but I’m starting to get think about punishing you for tempting me to break your punishment from earlier.”
Bella’s face instantly goes from seductive to outright contrite. “My apologies master. Should we go down now?”
Harry stands up and leads the way down to the kitchen where he’s greeted by one of the biggest surprises of his life. His aunt is standing at the stove cooking. Nothing unusual in that, but the fact that she’s whistling merrily unnerves Harry. When he sits down, she turns around and greets him very cheerfully, “Hello Harry, how was your day?”
Harry gives his aunt a very queer look, “Alright, and yours?”
“It was very enjoyable Harry thank you for asking.” With that, Petunia goes back to preparing the food.
Narcissa gets her wand out to help, but is instantly stopped by a glare from Harry, “Is there a problem master?”
“Yes, Narcissa, there is. We’re in the middle of a muggle neighborhood. It’s one thing to use magic upstairs where there’s little chance of it being noticed, but down here, anyone could look in and see you. Then we’ve got a mess on our hands.”
Narcissa’s face is a study as she contemplates Harry’s words. She reluctantly puts her wand away and sets the table by hand.
Not long after Dudley strolls into the kitchen. Where he actually holds Narcissa’s chair for her as she sits down and helps his mum layout dinner. He helps Petunia sit before sitting down himself.
Dinner that night is odd; polite, but odd. Dudley actually attempts to hold a civil conversation with Bella and Petunia is actually very nice to Harry.
After the dishes are cleared away, Petunia tells Harry she’ll take care of things and to go enjoy an evening with his friends.
Once all three are safely in Harry’s room, the sisters instantly strip down to the maids’ uniforms. “Cissa, did you use the Imperius on my aunt?”
“No I didn’t master; is there a problem?”
“It’s just that she’s been acting too nice since you’re session with her earlier.”
Narcissa chuckles quietly, “Master there was no spell directly involved with your aunt’s improved mood. As I said, she’s simply been without any from of release, except her own hand, for quite some time. She gave me the whole story after I’d help to… relax her. According to your aunt, she hasn’t gotten laid in over ten years.” At Harry’s shocked expression she continues, “It would seem that she only married Vernon because of your cousin and the only reason they shared a bed was because of a lot of whiskey on both of their parts. You see Harry, you’re uncle is seeking for the other team.”
“You mean uncle Vernon’s a…” Harry cringes and his butt automatically tenses up at the thought.
“Yes, he’s a poof.”
“Merlin I did not need to know that. I’m going to go shower, alone, then I’m hitting the sack. Oh, and Bellatrix, remember your punishment.”
Bellatrix is glaring at the floor as Harry leaves for the shower. Half an hour later, Harry’s making his way to his room with his hair still damp. When he enters his room, he finds a most interesting scene. Narcissa’s sitting on his bed, naked and playing with herself; while Bellatrix is bound to her bed.
He quietly shuts the door, “What’s going on here?”
Narcissa grins merrily, “I’m just enjoying torturing my sister, master.”
Harry gently massages his temples, “Narcissa, I will deal with you in the morning. For now, untie your sister and get some sleep.”
The blonde’s face is mournful as she climbs off the bed and walks over to her sister.
Harry climbs onto his bed and is asleep within seconds, unaware of the sisters’ plan.

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 5: The Talk

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Five: The Talk
Mary and I exited Victoria’s Secret. We just had the most pleasurable time inside, when Mary had arranged for the beautiful salesgirls, Aurora and Heather, to pleasure me while Mary and our sex-slave, Allison, modeled lingerie.
Mary was wearing the red-and-white striped pencil skirt and a loose fitting, white blouse. Her auburn ponytail contrasted nicely against the white of her blouse as it fell down her back. Behind us, Allison, walked burdened with Mary’s purchases. She looked particularly slutty in a pink t-shirt, so tight it was quite clear she wore no bra and had pierced nipples. Across her breasts was written “Daddy’s Little Girl” only the “Girl” was crossed out and replaced with “Slut”. And that was what she was, a horny, seventeen year old slut.
“So where to next, Mare?” I asked. This was Mary’s shopping trip and I was just along for the ride.
“No offense, Mark” Mary said, “but you need some new clothes. This …” she grabbed the fraying hem of my t-shirt, “is a little worn.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. I guess it was fair, I had told her the same thing this morning about her Starbucks uniform.
And that’s how I found myself in Aeropostale being shoved into a changing room by Mary with a bundle of jeans and shirts, and detailed instructions on what to wear. I tried on a couple pairs of jeans until I found the size that fit. Then I pulled on a white t-shirt, tucked the shirt into my jeans, and then pulled on a red and black plaid, buttoned up shirt, which I left unbuttoned, per Mary’s instructions. I looked in the mirror and I guessed I looked alright. Usually, I just wore the beige slacks my job required because I was to cheap too buy another pair of pants. For shirts, I just bought plain, cheap t-shirts from Walmart or Target.
I stepped out of the changing room and found Mary and Allison waiting. Allison had my camcorder and she was filming me. I felt self-conscious as Mary and Allison scrutinized me, which was weird since I’d been filming myself having sex all day. I swallowed, waiting for Mary’s reaction. She eyed me critically, biting her lower lip. Why was she waiting so long to say anything. Did it not look good on me? Shit, I wished she would say something. Even it I looked like a moron, that was better then her appraising stare.
“You look good,” Mary said, finally.
“Definitely,” Allison answered. “Master is looking very handsome.” I flushed, both relieved and embarrassed as Mary and Allison whistled and catcalled as I turned around.
“Nice ass,” Mary said huskily and then she spanked my ass. “Saucy filly!” I gasped and jumped, whirling around to grab at Mary. She gracefully danced away giggling as I lunged for her.
Mary stuck her tongue at me and darted between a clothing rack and I chased after her. Mary had gotten around the racks and was double-backing towards the changing room. I cut off her escape, driving her back into the short hallway that lead to the store’s three changing rooms. Mary backed down the hallway as I slowly advanced on her, a sultry smile gracing her lips. She back up until she bumped into the door at the end of the hallway and I grinned in victory, my prey was cornered. I loomed over her, feasting on the sight of her small bosom heaving in excitement. Her eyes shined with desire as I leaned in and captured her red lips with mine.
“You’ve been bad,” I whispered after the kiss, groping her tit through her blouse. “Time for your punishment.”
Mary grinned wickedly, reaching behind her to open the changing room door. We almost fell inside, slamming the door shut. “Slut,” Mary called out. “Do what you have to stop any interruptions.”
“Yes, Mistress,” answered Allison.
I shoved Mary face first against the wall and pulled her skirt up over her ass. She was wearing panties made of wispy, grace lace that did nothing to hide her flesh beneath. I pulled them down, leaving them bunched around her knees, and smacked her right asscheek. “Harder,” panted Mary. “I’ve been such a bad filly!” The second smack was hard and loud and left a red hand-print on her white ass.
“What’s going on back here,” demanded the male voice of the store’s clerk.
“Nothing,” Allison said in a sultry voice. “Hi, I’m Allison.”
I smacked Mary’s ass a third time and she squealed. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” the man said. “Come on out.”
Allison giggled, and cooed flirtatiously, “You have such broad shoulders. Do you work out? I love a guy with muscles.”
I unzipped my pants and smacked Mary’s ass with repeatedly with my cock. “Uhh, you feel so hard!” Mary moaned.
“Get out, right now!” the man ordered. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“You’re muscles are so hard,” Allison purred.
“Miss, please stop that,” the man pleaded as my hard cock found Mary’s wet cunt and slid up inside her and fucked her slowly.
“Do you like my shirt?” asked Allison. “It’s the most amazing fabric. Here fill how soft it is.”
“What? Shit!” the man gasped in panic. “I … fuck.”
“Nice and soft, right?” Allison purred.
I heard clothes rustle and the man gasped out loud. In a stricken voice, the man complained, “Miss, you got to put your shirt back on!”
“Do you like my piercings?” Allison asked. “It’s okay, you can touch them.”
“Oh, god,” the man moaned, guiltily. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
I pulled my cock out of Mary’s cunt. “Oh, don’t stop,” she begged.
“You still need to be punished!” I hissed.
I moved my cock up through her crack and found the tight, rosebud of her anus. “Ohhh,” Mary moaned. “Fuck my ass! That’ll teach me!”
My cock, lubed with her pussy’s juices, pushed past her tight sphincter and into the warm, velvety tightness of her ass. Mary groaned in pain and pleasure, shoving her ass back against me, forcing my cock deeper into her bowels. One hand slit up under her blouse to grasp a small breast and hard nipple, while the other slid down to find a wet cunt and throbbing clit. Holding Mary tight, I fucked her ass hard and she moaned loudly.
“Do you want to see my tattoo?” Allison asked out in the hallway.
“Wow!” breathed the guy.
“It’s an invitation,” Allison husked. She must have lifted her skirt to show the phrase “Cum on In” that was tattooed on her pelvis, right above her pussy. Beneath the words, a little arrow pointed down to clit.
“I can’t,” the guy protested.
“Sure you can,” Allison said huskily. “Pussies were made to have cocks cum in them.”
“Shit,” the guy cursed. A door opened and the pair moved into another changing room. Someone bumped into the wall.
There was a wet, sloppy sound and Allison cooed, “You’re so big!”
“Am I big?” I asked, Mary as I fucked her ass.
“Eh,” she said with a shrug. I smacked her ass and she giggled. “You’re my stallion!” she moaned. “And you feel quite large in my ass right now!”
I kissed Mary’s neck, enjoying her tight, hot ass as I fucked her. Through the thin walls of the changing room we could hear Allison’s pants and the gasps of the stranger fucking her. Mary wiggled her hips, fucking her ass back into me. Mary turned her head and I kissed her lips, pushing Mary’s body against the wall as I reveled in her ass’s sweet, tight grip on my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” the man moaned. “You’re so tight, I am about to cum.”
“On, no, don’t pull out,” protested Allison.
“I don’t want to cum in you!”
“Didn’t you read the tat?” Allison asked, naughtily. “Ohh, that’s nice! Fuck me harder! Fuck me stud!” Allison groaned loudly. It sound like she came. “Oh, your cum so hot and deep inside me! Fuck, you’re a stud.”
“Thanks,” the man, mumbled. The door opened and heavy footsteps walked away.
Allison giggled. “Did I do good?” she asked from the hallway.
“You did great, slut,” Mary moaned, then hissed to me, “Pinch my clit. Oh yeah, just like that, hun. Fuuucck!”
Her ass clenched hard on my dick as her body shuddered in my embrace. I fucked her a few more times then emptied my balls into her bowels. I held my sweet Mary, breathing heavily in her ear, for a minute, before I pulled my cock out of her ass. White cum leaked out her brown asshole, running down her crack and taint to her cunt. “Slut!” I called, “get in here.”
Allison threw open the door, entering the changing room topless. Her large breasts, perky with youth, swayed and bounced as she walked. Her large, pink nipples were each pierce with silver barbells. Running down her inner thighs was the stranger’s cum. Allison saw my dirty cock and the cum leaking out of Mary’s ass, and knew what to do. Kneeling down, she first gently licked my cock clean, her tongue stud hard on my cock, contrasting with her soft tongue. My cock clean she started to suck my cum out of Mary’s ass.
It was so hot, watching my slut eat my cum out my girlfriend’s ass, that my cock grew hard again. When she finished, I turned her head and fucked my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and chocked as I face fucked her hard, shoving my cock down her throat. Mary smiled, straightening her skirt and blouse, and then grabbed the back of Allison’s head and helped me face fuck her. I came deep in her throat and Allison gagged and choked on my cum.
When I pulled out of her mouth, drool and cum ran down her chin. She smiled up at me and purred, “Thank you, Master, for feeding me your tasty cum.” She was a good slut and I patted her on the head, smiling down at her.
Knowing my sizes, now, Mary picked out more clothes while telling me to go choose some boxers. She heavily implied that my tighty whitey underwear was not at all too her liking. I found some new boxers and I joined her at the register where I had the clerk sell the clothes to me for free. Allison, my cum running down her inner thighs, had trouble carrying all our shopping bags so I grabbed a teenage boy lounging in the store and pressed him into service.
“Bath and Body Works should be the last stop,” Mary told me as we left Aeropostale. “Allison and I will need our beauty supplies.”
“Of course,” I said. “I think I’ll pop into Gamestop.”
Mary nodded. “Okay, hun, we’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes.” I nodded, and pulled some of the money I got from the prudish bitch back at Hot Topic and handed it to Mary. She gave me a quick kiss and led Allison and our teenage pack mule off into the mall.
But it wasn’t Gamestop I went. It was Kay Jewelers. Maybe it was crazy, but I loved Mary. Even if I hadn’t known her for a full day yet, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. The clerk was a middle-aged woman named Patricia. She had horned rim glasses perched on a narrow, pinched face and boney nose. She smiled happily when I told her I was shopping for an engagement ring and showed me the stores collection. There were so many, that I was quickly overwhelmed.
“What does your girlfriend like,” Patricia asked. “What type of jewelry does she wear?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, studying all the rings. It was a little overwhelming. “We haven’t been together long.”
“Ahh,” Patricia said. “When I was seventeen I was swept off my feet by this twenty-year old sailor. I thought he was the one.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I got the clap,” Patricia said with a impish giggle. “Turned out, I wasn’t the only girl he was seeing. So, you sure you’re not rushing things.”
I shook my head. “No, she’s the one. I feel it.”
“Okay, sonny,” she said. “How about this one?”
One ring caught my eye. Patricia noticed and pulled out a large, black diamond set in white gold and flanked with many, smaller white diamonds. The band of the ring was set with small, black diamonds. It wasn’t the most expensive ring, but I found it the most beautiful.
“This the one, sonny?” Patrica asked.
“Definitely,” I said. So Patricia placed the ring in a black, ring box and I decided to look for some more jewelry for Mary. I found a heart-shaped, silver locket with a pink rose sculpted on the front; a gold bracelet made of Xs and Os with little hearts engraved on the Os; and a pair of amethyst gold stud earrings. Patricia was such a sweet old gal, I didn’t want her to get in trouble for letting me steal so much jewelery. I made her go into the back room and she looked so hurt when I tied her up. I would make sure someone would find her before too long.
Jewelery in hand, I wandered over to the Gamestop. Sadly, no hot, beautiful, cute, or even moderately attractive women wandered into the store, so I just browsed the games. I ended up getting a Nintendo 3DS to replace my old DS and picked up a couple of games. Finally, Mary and Allison showed up. In addition to the Bath and Body Works bags, they had Target bags, explaining the additional ten minutes it took. “Just some toiletries and such,” Mary explained with a smile. How could I be mad when she smiled so beautifully.
“So, anywhere else?” I asked.
Mary thought for a minute. “No, I think that’s enough for today.” Mary noticed the Kay Jewelry bag and her eyes widened. I grinned and handed the bag of jewelry over. I had already slipped the engagement ring box into my pants pocket.
Both Mary and Allison cooed in delight as they opened the jewelry boxes, and Mary immediately put on the locket, the bracelet, and replaced her silver studs for the gold, amethyst studs. Bedecked with her new jewelery, Mary hugged me fiercely and kissed me soundly on the lips. “Oh, they’re so beautiful,” she said, tears in her eyes, “thank you, thank you.” The thank yous were punctuated with sweet kisses. “I love you.”
“I’m glad you like them,” I told her when she calmed down.
Arm in arm, we walked through the mall. On the way out we I noticed a black, canvas duster in a store window. I had always wanted a duster, ever since I was a kid watching spaghetti westerns. Mary laughed out loud a minute later when I walked out wearing the duster. I didn’t care, just place my arm around her shoulder and walked my laughing girlfriend out of the mall.
After a few minutes of wandering around the parking lot, we found my silver Mustang. Allison and the teenage boy placed our purchases into the trunk, and I told the boy to go to Kay Jewelers and find Patricia. As he ran off, the three of us piled into the Mustang with Allison squeezing into the backseat.
“If you could have any car in the world, Mary, what would it be?” I asked as the Mustang’s engine roared to life.
She frowned. “I’m not sure. I Volkswagen, probably.”
“A Volkswagen?” I asked. That would not have been my answer.
“Yeah, they make the cutest cars.”
Laughing, I backed my car out of the space and headed off to find a Volkswagen dealership. I got on highway 512 and got my Mustang up to 100 mph going down the hill into the valley before I had to slow down to make the curves. I got us down to River Road, on the other side of Puyallup, which was crowded with a dealership for every car manufacture you could imagine and found the Larson Volkswagen dealership.
We got out of the car and Mary started wandering through the various Beetles and Jettas, Golfs and Tiguans, proclaiming how cute they were. I just wondered what the fuck a Tiguan was. Could it be a lizard? I checked my camcorder and saw the memory card was nearly full, so I popped open the trunk and swapped out memory cards for my camcorder, and looked around for any attractive women.
“Can I help you folks?” a handsome, young man in a blue-striped white shirt asked. He was clean cut and friendly and reached out to shake my hand.
“Yeah, my girlfriend, Mary, is looking for a new car,” I told Frank, reading his name off a blue nametag. “Help her find what she’s looking for.”
“Okay,” he said in a friendly manner, “What type of car are you looking for, Mary?”
“Something cute,” she answered, as Frank led her off. “and sporty.”
I was about to follow when I noticed this gorgeous, sandy-blonde haired woman, mid-twenties, in a red sundress. The dress was held up by two narrow straps that left most of her shoulders bare, between the plunging neckline and a push up bra, the woman had an amazing cleavage. The woman was with a man, her husband I guessed, who placed a hand on her hip as they talked over a silver Passat.
I grabbed Allison and stopped her from following after Mary. “Slut,” I said quietly. “I’m going to lead that man’s wife off to the bathroom to fuck her. I need you to keep her husband distracted.”
Allison grinned, eying the man up. He was a ruggedly handsome man, broad shoulder and chiseled features. “Like how I distracted the guy in Aeropostale?”
I smiled at her. “You do whatever you want,” I told her. Allison nodded her head, eagerly, licking her lips.
Allison and I walked discreetly over to the couple and waited for my chance. After a minute, they separated and I stepped up to the wife and whispered, “Tell you’re husband you need to go to the bathroom and then wait for me in there naked.”
The woman glanced askance at me and, with a surprised look on her face, said, “Eric, I’m going to use the restroom.”
“Hmm, okay, Beth,” her husband answered, reading the specs of the Passat hanging on a window, and Beth started walking towards the showroom and the restroom within. Her fine ass swayed beneath the loose fabric of her red dress as she strutted across the car-lot. I waited until Allison walked up and started flirting with the husband, and then I followed Beth to the restroom.
The showroom was deserted and I slipped into the woman’s restroom without being seen. Inside, Beth waited. She was naked and shyly held one hand over her pussy, blonde hair peeking out through her fingers,while the other arm vainly tried to cover her large, round breasts. A red flush was creeping across her face and stomach as I filmed her. The door had a deadbolt and she jumped when it clicked as I locked the door.
“Wh-what do you want w-with me,” she stammered in fear.
“Don’t be afraid,” I told her and she immediately calm down. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to enjoy it. So don’t be shy.”
Beth’s arms dropped away and she straightened, a sultry smile appeared on her face. Her nipples hardened, dark pink, with large aerolas. Her pussy was covered with a fine down of blonde hair. I sat the camcorder on the counter, aimed it where I hoped it was catching the action, walked over to her and pushed her back against the tiled wall, fishing my cock out of my pants. She was breathing heavily, licking her lips in anticipation. I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy lips and then shoved all the way into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, “that’s good!” Her arms wrapped around mine and one leg curled around my waist. I grabbed it, holding her leg up and allowing me to get deeper into her wet cunt. I started to fuck her fast. Allison wouldn’t be able to distract her husband for long and then he would be wondering what happened to his wife.
“God, you feel good,” I moaned, kissing her neck as her cunt gripped my cock with a silken embrace.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, your stretching me so good! Harder! Harder!” The bathroom echoed with our gasps and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh and that wet, squishing sound of cock sliding through dripping cunt. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she moaned over and over. Her cunt constricted on my dick as she came, bucking in my arms. I kept fucking her hard.
There was a knock at the door, we both froze. “Beth, you in there?”
Fuck it was her husband. I slowed my fucking down and Beth moaned, “Yeah, I’m not feeling well. I’ll be out soon!”
“Do you want me to come in?” he asked.
“N-no,” she gasped, her cunt tightening about my cock and she squirmed in my arm. I bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. “You can’t come in, it’s the ladies room.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out here, Beth.”
“O-okay!”
God, it was exciting fucking a man’s wife right under his nose. I fucked her with slow, barely pulling out before shoving back in. Beth moaned softly, her cunt squeezing my cock. Apparently, she found it exciting as well. She clenched her lips, trying not to cry out. “You gonna cum on my cock again,” I whispered into her ear, “with your husband right outside?”
“Yes,” she whispered huskily. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
I sucked on her tit, leaving small bite marks. She was panting in pleasure and bucked in my arms as a second orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt was squeezing so hard on my dick and it felt so amazing, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. My own cum was nearing, building in my balls. I kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue and fucked her hard; one, two, three more times and then erupted inside her.
I slumped against her for a moment, the pulled my dick out of her cunt and stumbled back. “Get dressed,” I told her, quietly. “Don’t clean out your pussy till tonight. Walk around all day feeling my cum inside you and remembering how great the fuck was. Don’t ever tell your husband or anyone else about this. And don’t feel guilty. Just think of me when your husband’s little dick’s inside you.”
She nodded, grabbing her beige panties and pulling them on. She walked over to me and kissed me. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I haven’t cum that hard in years.” She found her clothes and got dressed.
I slipped into a stall as Beth unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom and I heard her husband ask, “You okay, Beth? You were in there a while.”
“Oh, I, um, I wasn’t feeling well,” Beth answered.
“I can see that,” her husband said. “You look a little disheveled. Do you want to go. We can look for a new car another time.”
The voices were walking away now. “No, I’m feeling a lot better, now.”
I planned on waiting another minute before exiting when Allison burst in, smiling. “Did you fuck her good, Master?” she asked, excitedly.
“I did,” I said. “What happened to distracting him?”
“Sorry, master,” Allison said, downcast. “I flirted and giggled and stuck out my chest but he wasn’t interested.”
“Maybe he’s gay,” I mused. “His wife hadn’t been fucked well in a while.”
Allison nodded and then saw my sticky cock. She knew what to do and dropped to her knees, sucking my pussy covered dick into her mouth and sucking happily. I closed my eyes, enjoying my slut’s hot, little mouth and hard tongue stud sliding around my cock. The door opened and a woman gasped. “Shit, get in here!” I quickly ordered.
The woman, one of the sales staff, quickly entered the bathroom. She stared wide-eye as Allison didn’t even stop her blowjob. “Christ,” the woman, Iris her nametag read, cursed, mortified. “You can’t be doing that in here. Stop that!” She was an attractive woman, early thirties, fit and toned. Her black hair was long and tied loosely back with a red ribbon. She wore a soft blue, business skirt and blouse, and black-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose.
I smiled down at Allison. “You’ve been a good slut today,” I told her. “I think you need a reward. Take off your clothes, lie down and spread your legs.” Allison peeled out of her t-shirt and dropped her skirt in seconds and was on her back, legs spread to show her pussy streaked with drying cum from the man she fucked at the mall and her juices. Iris was speechless, gaping at Allison’s pussy. “Iris, lock the door then get down there and make that slut cum on your tongue.”
Hands trembling, Iris locked the door then knelt down on the floor and move slowly towards Allison’s pussy. Allison writhed in anticipation as Iris breathed heavily, inches from her pussy, before she closed her eyes and let her tongue gingerly lick up the girls messy cunt. Allison sighed, hips jerking as Iris’s tongue grazed her clit. I grabbed my camcorder and handed it to Allison. The woman was licking slowly up and down her slit, her nerves relaxing and she started to get more aggressive, slipping a finger into Allison’s cunt.
“I’m going to fuck you, Iris,” I said as I knelt behind her. I rolled up her tight skirt, exposing well toned legs and tan pantyhose over white panties. I ripped her pantyhose and then shoved her panties to the side exposing a shaved pussy with large, plump pussy lips and a hard clit protruding out an inch. Iris moaned into Allison’s cunt as I rubbed my cock against her clit then I shoved it into her pussy.
It did not get old, no matter how many pussy’s I fucked, they all felt warm and wet and wonderful on my cock. I fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips and pushing her face into Allison’s cunt. Allison moaned, pointing the camcorder down the length of her body. Her pierced tits jiggled every time my fucking shoved Iris face into her cunt.
Allison was panting louder. “Oh, Master, thank you,” she moaned. “Her tongue feels so great!” Her tits heaved, perky with youth, and tipped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. “Uhhmm, I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck, keep sucking my clit, keep doing just that. Ohhh, craaap!” Allison writhed on the floor then collapsed and breathed deeply. “Fuck that was amazing!”
“When a slut cums, she thanks the person responsible,” I said sternly.
“Oh, thank you, Iris,” she said, breathless. “Your tongue and fingers felt so good on my slutty pussy. Thank you for making this slut cum!”
I pulled out of Iris, ready to cum myself, and jerked off over Allison, spraying cum all over her face and tits and stomach. Ropey, white cum covered Allison and she smiled happily. Without thinking, she started to gather up the cum with a finger. “No,” I ordered. “Wear my cum. Let everyone see what a slut you are. You can get dressed.”
“Oh, thank you, Master,” she gushed as she dressed. “I’m such a slut.” Her shirt smeared the cum across her face as she pulled her shirt over her head, and the cum on her chest was soaking through the shirt. She pulled up her skirt and, looking a complete mess, followed me out of the bathroom, leaving Iris panting on the floor as she masturbated. She must have been close to cumming when I pulled out of her cunt.
We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred in a sports car. She hugged me and then glanced at Allison, smeared in my cum, and raised on eyebrow.
“So, this car?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” Mary answered. “Its an Eos. Its so cute, don’t you think.”
I didn’t see it, so I lied. “Yes it is.”
Frank looked askance at Allison, not sure what to say about the cum drenched teenage. “Slut,” Mary barked, “go wait in the Mustang!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, and walked away.
“Don’t worry about her,” Mary told the salesman. “She’s very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you’ll find her fucking some guy.”
“Well, lets get the paperwork filled out,” I told the salesman.
“Y-yeah, of course,” Frank stammered. Frank led us into the sales floor to his desk. The car, with fees and taxes, came to around $38,000 dollars. I offered him a dollar as the down payment and the rest of the money within the week. Frank agreed, and we skipped all the need for a credit check. Not surprising, the finance officer, Boris, a skinny Russian with a scar running down the side of his face, had problems with that. But after talking with me, he signed off on the deal eagerly.
After Mary and I signed what seemed like a hundred documents, we were handed the keys to Mary’s new Eon. I made sure Allison could drive a manual, then told her to follow us in my Mustang. I had an idea where we could stay for a short time that wasn’t my shitty apartment, and gave Mary instructions that would take us through downtown Puyallup, east on Pioneer, then south on Shaw Road.
As Mary drove, I could feel the engagement ring in my pants pocket and I wondered how and where I would propose to her. I wanted it to be special and romantic. “Mary,” I asked her as she droves us through Puyallup. “Is there anything around the Puget Sound that you’ve always wanted to do?” I hoped I sounded subtle and not to obvious.
Mary bit her lip as she thought. It was one of the many cute things she did. “I would like to see the orcas.”
I frowned. “Orcas? Aren’t those out in the ocean?”
She laughed. “There are a couple pods that live in the Sound,” she said, incredulous that her boyfriend could so dumb.
“Okay,” I answered. “So, you go to a pier or something.”
“No, there are boats that take tours out in the Sound,” she said. “Daisy, my friend, went on one with her boyfriend. She said it was very romantic. And that the orcas were just beautiful.” Romantic, huh. I wasn’t sure what was so romantic about watching big fish in the ocean but Mary sure seemed excited.
“How about you?” she asked.
I thought for a minute. “The space needle,” I finally said. “I’ve lived my whole life living an hours drive from it and I’ve never been up there.”
“Uuhh,” she gushed, “its very beautiful and romantic up there. And there’s this restaurant built up there. And it slowly rotates so you can see all across Seattle, and the Sound. Its so gorgeous.”
“Then you’ll have to show me how beautiful it is.” Mary nodded her head. “I’d love to, Mark.”
My directions led us back up South Hill to where million dollar houses were built on the edge of the hill, overlooking the Puyallup River valley with a stunning view of Mount Rainier.
As we drove through the neighborhood I told Mary to choose the house she liked. Mary looked around and choose a blue-gray, three story house, with white trim. Large windows faced the street and the yard was well manicured, with shrubs and decorative rocks. Mount Rainier loomed behind the house, snow-capped peak as majestic as always. I always had to pause and admire the beauty of Mount Rainier.
Mary pulled the Eos into the driveway and Allison parked the Mustang on the street. We got out of the car and walked up to the beautiful, front doors, white painted wood set with beautiful windows. I rang the doorbell. A short, fat, balding man answered the door. He was in his fifties, what little hair remaining was gray, and he wore an expensive looking, dark blue suit, and a loose, red silk tie hung around his neck.
“Can I help you?” he asked, peering at us suspiciously.
“I’m Mark, and this is my girlfriend, Mary, and our slut, Allison.”
The man frowned at that. “Get off my property or I’ll call the police,” the man said, starting to slam the door.
I caught the door with one hand. “That’s rude. Invite us in.”
“Sorry,” the man muttered, “please, come in. I’m Brandon Fitzsimmons.”
We entered his house and it was richly furnished. He led us into a comfortable living room. There was a plush, cream colored couch and matching easy chair. A 56” flat-screen hung on the wall over an impressive entertainment center. Fancy looking art hung on the wall, a mix of modern art and classics. Mary looked appreciatively at the art and cooed over a painting that looked like someone just splashed various color paints on canvas. I didn’t get modern art.
“Is there anyone else living here?” I asked Brandon.
“Just my wife, Desiree,” he answered.
I was about to ask if she was home, when a lovely woman’s voice asked with a Spanish lilt to her voice, “Who’s at the door, mi querido?”
A gorgeous Latina woman, late twenties, in a white, wrap-around dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a large and generous cleavage. She wore no bra and her full tits bounced and jiggled in her dress as she walked down the stairs. She was voluptuous and curvy, her ass swaying beautiful beneath her dress. Her skin was a beautiful, nut brown, and her brunette hair was long and curly. She joined her ugly, toad of a husband, wrapping an arm about him. The man was so short, her tits were at his eye level. Clearly, she was a trophy wife and probably a gold digger.
“Hello,” she greeted us pleasantly. “I’m Desiree.”
“I’m Mark and this is Mary,” I told her. “And that’s Allison. She’s our slut.”
“I see,” Desiree said, delicately, and gave her husband a confused look.
“What do you think?” I asked Mary as I eyed Desiree.
“Do you cook?” Mary asked the woman, a considering look on her face. Mary knew exactly what I wanted from Desiree.
“I do,” she said. “I love to cock.”
I looked at Brandon. “Is she actually a good cook?”
“She’s the best. Its one of the reason’s I married her.” As he said that, his hand squeezed his wife’s ass and she giggled and slapped him away. “Stop that,” Desiree purred, wickedly. “What’ll our guest think.”
“That I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” Brandon answered, placing his hand back on his wife’s shapely rear. Brandon sensed I was a hungry predator eying his wife and was marking his claim.
“This’ll work just fine,” Mary said.
“What will?” Brandon frowned at us.
“Brandon, we’re going to borrow your house, and your wife, for a while,” I told him.
His frowned deepened. “What do you mean by borrow my wife?”
“Just stand there, quietly, and watch,” I said with a smile. “Desiree, get down on your knees and suck my cock.” Desiree dropped to her knees, her hands fished out my cock and then her warm mouth was around it. The feel of her lips and tongue sent electricity surging up my cock. “Mmmhh, you’re wife’s got a hot, little mouth.”
I watched Mary walk over to Allison and smack her ass. “Sluts go naked in the house,” she ordered.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Allison apologized and quickly pulled off her cum stained top and slipped out of her jean shirts. Her teenage body was covered in streaks of my dried cum.
“Undress me,” Mary ordered. Allison eagerly pulled off her white blouse, unhooked the lacy, gray bra then unzipped the tight skirt. Finally, Allison knelt down and pulled off her Mistress’s wispy, gray panties. Mary’s pussy was right in Allison’s face, and the little slut couldn’t resist swiping her tongue through Mary’s wet slit. “Umm, good slut,” Mary murmured, the she grabbed Allison’s arm and pulled her to her feet and led her over to the couch. Mary sat down and pulled Allison down next to her and started to kiss Allison pink lips and pulling on her nipple piercings.
“Desiree, I’m you Master, now,” I told her. “And Mary’s your Mistress. You will do whatever filthy or depraved acts Mary or I tell you.” She nodded around my cock. “Good. Allison’s our number one slut. She’s in charge when Mary and I aren’t around.” Mary’s legs were spread open, her pussy wet and flushed and begging for attention. “Desiree, go eat your Mistress’s cunt.”
Desiree stop sucking my cock and crawled across the floor, her shapely ass rolling as she crawled. Mary smiled down at Desiree and Allison sucked one of Mary’s nipples into her mouth. Mary groaned as Desiree pressed her mouth into her cunt. Mary grabbed her thick hair and rubbed the Latina slut’s face in pussy. I dropped behind Desiree, pulling her skirt up and exposing a black thong. I ripped it off her pussy, exposing a shaved cunt and large labia, pink and wet.
“You’re wife’s wet,” I told Brandon. He looked queasy as I slowly slid my cock inside her while Desiree moaned into Mary’s cunt. “She’s nice and tight, too.”
I started to fuck Desiree’s pussy hard, enjoying her cunt’s velvety grip and the sight of Desiree eating out Mary while Allison sucked on her freckled tits. Mary’s hand slipped between Allison’s thighs and started fingering her clit. Desiree’s plump ass jiggled as I fucked her. And then she started wiggling on my cock. I slipped a hand around her waist and fund her hard clit and started rubbing. Her cunt contracted about my cock and she howled wordless into Mary’s cunt.
“God, you’re wife’s a dirty whore!” I shouted at Brandon. “She just came on my dick. Tell your husband how much you loved it.”
“Ohh, I fucking loved it!” Desiree panted, mouth stained with cunt juices. “His cock feels soo good in my pussy and I came so hard!”
“You’re wife’s going to be well looked after,” I told her husband. “So, go upstairs, pack your suitcases. Whatever you’ll need for a few weeks and go check into a cheap motel. Not local, something closer to your work. You’ll live there until Desiree calls you and tells you to come home. Do not make any attempt to contact your wife. Do not call the police, or tell anyone about what’s going on. Now, go!” Brandon raced out of the room, pounding up the stairs.
Mary was cumming on Desiree’s tongue as I went back to fucking her. Mary bucked so hard Allison had to stop sucking on her titties. Desiree started to pull her head up but Mary grabbed her hair and shoved her back in. “I didn’t say to stop, slut.” I slapped Desiree’s ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she moaned an apology around Mary’s pussy.
Allison shuddered next to Mary, cumming on her fingers. “Oh, thank you, Mistress,” she panted. “Thank you for making me cum.” Mary held up her fingers and Allison obediently licked her cream off slender fingers.
I gripped Desiree’s hips and really started to pound her cunt. I was getting close to cumming as Desiree’s writhed before me, eating feverishly at Mary’s pussy. Her cunt started to ripple about my cock as she came a second time. My ball tightened and with a groan, I shot deep inside her cunt. I fucked her a few more times, spurting more cum inside her. Wearily, I pulled out of her and sank on the couch next to Mary.
Allison wasted no time in getting behind Desiree and sucking my cum out of her pussy. Mary kissed me hard, her nimble tongue probing my mouth. She broke the kiss panting loud as her next orgasm neared and I bent down and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. “Oh, that’s nice,” Mary whispered. “Ohh, fuck, Desiree’s a good cunt lapper!” she moaned and came with a hard shudder. Breathing heavily, Mary shoved Desiree off her cunt. “You can stop, slut!”
I reclined back into the couch. Fuck, I was tired. I had been up over a day and my sleep deprivation came crashing down on me. I closed my eyes and felt Mary cuddle up next to me. There was crashing down the stairs as Brandon raced down them, dragging his, and heading through a door out into the garage. He didn’t say a word. The garage door opened and sleep …
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up, confused where I was. Then I remembered, I was in the Fitzsimmons house. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and saw Mary sitting next to me. It was dark in the living room, the sun had set while I was sleeping and the living room danced with the shifting light from the Television.
“Have a nice nap,” Mary asked.
I nodded and sat up. Mary had showered and smelled of coconut, her red hair falling wet and loosely about her shoulders. She wore a pink, silk robe that hung open, exposing her nude body. Allison knelt before her, gently licking her slit. Moans came from the TV and I realized they were watching the footage I shot at Bestbuy. It was kinda weird, watching myself fucking some woman. I think her name was Erin. Her husband was just in frame, stroking his hard dick as his wife moaned on my cock.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“It’s pretty hot,” Mary said, sighing, and pushed Allison off her cunt. Then she snuggled up against me. “Dinner will be ready, soon, and then we’ll talk.”
Talk? Oh, fuck. I remembered that I promised I would tell her how I could make people do what I wanted. “You still want to know.” She nodded, and kissed my neck. “Okay, after dinner.” We cuddled and watched the orgy.
I started drifting off to sleep when Desiree announced, “Dinner’s ready.” She was standing at the living room entrance naked save for a white apron, her large tits spilling around the apron and dark, pink nipples peaked out as she breathed.
We stood up, Mary belting close her robe, which clung silkily to her body, molding to the curves of her hips and breasts. Desiree led us into a beautiful dining room with a table covered in a lace tablecloth. Two plates had been set at the corners and the only lights were from mauve candles set in silver candleholders. Desiree handed Allison a bottle of wine and she poured us both a glass while Desiree set plates of food on the table. Steaming on the plates was a savory roast, dripping in gravy with side of mashed potatoes. Bowls containing a mixed vegetable salad were set next to the plates, along with various bottles of dressing. Allison held a chair out for Mary and Desiree held my chair out. Once we were both seated, the sluts retired to the kitchen.
The food was excellent and Mary amused her self by feeding me bites of food from her fork, then licking the gravy off my chin. The roast was excellent, moist and delicious and the gravy rich, the mashed potatoes, obviously homemade, were thick and creamy. Desiree had selected a dark, red wine that complemented the roast. When we cleared our plates, Desiree and Allison returned, replacing our dinner plates with desert plates holding slices of chocolate cake and scoops of vanilla ice cream. The cake was heavenly, the texture spongy and moist. Desiree was as amazing a cook as her husband boasted. Maybe we would just keep her. She was wasted on her fat husband.
Finished, Desiree cleared the desert plates from the table, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked and my eyes lingered on her shapely ass as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Dinner was over, and it was finally time to tell Mary where my powers came from. I looked over to my left and saw her heart-shaped face starring expectantly at me. The pink, silk robe she wore had loosened during supper and I could see a dusky nipple perched on a small, freckled breast.
My hand was shaking and my stomach roiled. I breathed in deeply. I loved her and I could share my darkest secrets with her. “You still want to know how I can do the things I do?”
She nodded eagerly.
I sighed. “Well,” I started to say. This was harder than I thought. My stomach was twisted in painful knots. The longer I prolonged this, the worse it grew. Maybe, like ripping off a bandaid, I just needed to get this over quickly. “I made a deal with the Devil,” I blurted out.
Mary blinked. “What?” Confusion marred her face as she furrowed auburn eyebrows.
“Last night, at a crossroad, I made a deal with the Devil,” I replied. “In exchange for my soul, he gave me three wishes. A long, healthy life. Sexual stamina.” I paused. “And, people have to do what I tell them.” Her face contorted in surprise. “I love you. I don’t want to control you anymore. You no longer have to do what I tell you to do.”
There was silence, her face flushed in anger. “So, I wasn’t attracted to you. I didn’t even have a choice. You just told me to spread my legs and I had to do it! Fuck, Mark! Jesus Christ, what the fuck!”
“I’m sorry, Mare,” I whispered. “You were so beautiful and you were so happy to do what I told you to. I made sure you enjoyed it. How many times did you cum today?”
“That makes it better!” she demanded, tears starting to fall, running down her freckled cheeks. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You made me do such depraved acts. And what you made me do to my boyfriend, Mike.” Her body wracked with sobs.
This was going so badly. And she was right, I had made her love me then I made her dump her boyfriend over the phone while I fuck her ass. God, what type of asshole does that.
“I love you, Mare,” I confessed to her. “I think the moment I saw you in the coffee shop I fell in love with you. I was just so lonely, and you seemed so happy doing what I told you, it didn’t seem bad. But, as the day went on, I realized it was wrong of me to tell you what to do, so I’ve tried to not give you direct orders anymore. You tell a slut what to do, not the women you love. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I want you to truly be with me. Not because I made you, but because you love me.”
“And that’s the worst part, bastard!” Mary screamed. “You made me love you! It makes this hurt so much more!”
Relief washed over me for a moment. She still loved me. “Then what does the past matter. All that matters is that we love each other.”
“It’s not real love,” Mary retorted. “Just the poison you fed me!”
“Does it matter how you fell in love with me?” I asked. “Doesn’t it just matter how your heart feels?” I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. “We can be happy together. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you the world on a silver platter!”
She hesitated, doubt conflicting her face. The she steeled herself. “I think it does matter that my love isn’t real.”
“How do you know its not real?” I asked. “How can you tell?”
“I…” she opened her mouth and hesitated. “I don’t know.” Fresh tears overwhelmed her and she sobbed into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” I told her. “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. Please?
Mary sat still for a moment and then gave me the merest nod of her head.
Relief washed over me. There was still a chance. “I love you Mary.”
Mary did not answer, just started crying into her hands again. So, I stood from the table and left the dining room, entering the kitchen where Allison and Desiree were cleaning the dishes. Allison looked at me, a supporting smile on her face. “It’ll be okay, Master,” she whispered, hugging me. “Mistress loves you.”
Allison hopeful words made me feel a little better. “Sluts, when you’re finished with the cleaning, retire to the guest bedroom and do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the bathroom.”
“Yes Master,” the both replied in near unison. Then, discontentedly, I headed upstairs to the master bedroom and sank to the floor, leaning back against the bed. And waited.
My heart was beating hard, and seemed stuck up in my throat. I clenched my hands tight. And waited. My ears strained for sounds from downstairs, but all I could here was clatter from the kitchen. Fear and doubt and terror and hope all swirled through my head. God, she was so hurt by the truth. I was such an idiot to release my control on her.
I sighed. No, letting her be free was the only way to truly have her. It would never be a real relationship is she was my slave. But, she still loves me. I just need to hope that her love will win out against her anger. I would pray to God, but I don’ think he would answer me. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the tension squeezed my heart. Minutes ticked by a long as hours. The longer I waited, the worst the conflict between hope and despair grew. Over and over, two phrases began to repeat on a loop in my head, drowning out all other thoughts
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
Again and again, like a needle skipping on a broken record, my mind echoed with those two thoughts. Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave. Hope and despair, love and grief, warred for my soul. My heart pounded. I thought it was going to explode in my chest.
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
The front door opened. A car engine started. Despair slew hope, and love was drowned by grief.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands.
To be continued …

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Virna Reynolds was lonely and depressed. Her best friend Alicia was vacationing in Europe. That coupled with the fact that her husband of forty years had been gone for the last six months, and you had a woman who wasn’t used to being alone for such a long period of time. After wandering around her apartment for about a week, she dialed the number Alicia had given to her before she left. After two rings, a sultry feminine voice on the other end of the line answered, “Sensations Unlimited, how may I help you? Miranda speaking.” A pang of fear shot through her, but since she had already made the call she replied, “This is Mrs. Reynolds, I’m a friend of Alicia Donner, she recommended your establishment. I was just wondering if you had any openings for today?” “Mmmmmm, Mrs. Reynolds,” Miranda said in a silky voice. “How is Mrs. Donner? We haven’t seen her in few weeks.” “Uh, she’s in Europe,” Virna replied, “she should be home in a couple of weeks, though.” “Well,” Miranda went on, “we have an opening at two this afternoon if that’s agreeable with you. Should I put you down for it?” It was now or never, “Yes, two will be just fine,” she replied. “See you then, and thank you.”
“Hello, Mrs. Reynolds, it’s so nice to meet you. Won’t you please come in and have a seat,” Miranda said graciously while shaking Virna’s hand. “Alicia’s told me so much about this place,” Virna offered. “I decided to see it for myself so to speak.” “Well, I’m very happy that you did,” Miranda replied smoothly. “I hope your time here will be more than enjoyable.” After both of them had taken a seat in Miranda’s sumptuously appointed, office she asked casually, “Have you given any thought as to what sort of, shall we say, entertainment you had in mind?” “Well,” Virna said slowly, “I-I’m not exactly sure. What have you got?” “Just about anything you could ask for,” Miranda replied. “However, may I make a suggestion?” Glad that she didn’t have to go into any details herself, Virna replied gratefully. “Please, I’m open to any suggestions.” “Well,” Miranda continued on. “It’s been my experience, that with our more mature female clients, such as yourself. Well they have a much more relaxing and enjoyable experience, if they start out with a young female. Now that may sound strange, but two women together always seems to generate much less pressure than if you were to begin with a man.” Some women feel that it’s their responsibility to satisfy his needs, when in reality, he is there to take care of hers” “Am I making sense to you?” she asked. “Uh, yes,” Virna answered. “So we’ll go with a woman then, right?” “I believe that’s the best way to proceed,” Mirnada replied, as she picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver, “Sharri, please send in Mona.”
The two women had a drink of wine and made small talk while they were waiting for Mona. “I think you’re going to be especially pleased with her,” Miranda stated. “She just turned eighteen and looks like a living doll.” “She sounds very intriguing,” Virna admitted. They were shortly interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. “Come on in Mona,” Miranda called out, as the large heavy door slowly opened. An incredibly lovely young woman was standing there wrapped in a bright pink towel. “This is Mrs. Reynolds, Dear,” Miranda said in a way of introduction. “Would you please remove your towel so that she can see your pretty body?” Without so much as a word, the tiny nymph dropped her cover, and stood casually in front of the two older women, while letting them drink in her beauty. “What do you think?” Miranda asked softly. “Isn’t she everything I described?” “S-she’s perfection,” Virna stammered. “Are you sure she’s eighteen? She looks so young!” “Eighteen guaranteed,” Miranda replied solemnly. “We keep a copy of all birth certificates on file just in case.” “So?” Miranda asked. “Are you ready to make a decision?” “She’ll be fine,” Virna replied softly, “just fine.”
Not even bothering to put on her towel, Mona led Virna by the hand down a long corridor to a door that opened up into a suite of rooms that contained a hot tub, an entertainment center, and of course a king size bed. “This is my favorite room,” Mona said softly once they closed the door and were alone inside. “Does it meet with your approval, Mrs. Reynolds?” “Very much so,” she replied. “Please, call me Virna, okay?” A soft smile crept across the young girl’s face and she answered. “Well, Virna, let me help you out of those clothes so we can make you a little more comfortable, okay?”
As Mona began to unbutton the front of Virna’s blouse, the older woman pushed her hand away. “I’m a little nervous about this,” she said. “Over the years I’ve put on a little weight, and well, I’m just embarrassed about how I look.” Not taking no for an answer, Mona giggled and replied. “Don’t be embarrassed, Virna, you have huge boobs, and I just love big tits.” Hearing the cute little thing talking about her breasts in such a light hearted manner caused her cunt to contract just enough to make her panties dampen. “Oh, dear,” Mona whispered when Virna’s bra encased breasts came into view. “Little Mona is gonna love sucking on those, hurry up and get naked so we can get in the tub together.” When she finally slithered out of her panty hose and stood there naked, Mona pressed her face into Virna’s bosom and kissed the heavy hangers. She took special are to nip on her now hard nipples.” “Y-you do that so well,” Virna panted. “It’s been so long for me.” “Most of the women want me to nurse on their nipples,” Mona replied softly. “They like to pretend I’m really a little girl who needs to be breast fed. Does that sound good to you? I mean, would you like to nurse me like I was a baby?” “Oh, yes,” Virna hissed. “You have such a pretty body, and your pussy… Do you always keep it shaved so smoothly?” “Of course,” she replied. “After I’m done nursing, I think that you’ll be ready to taste my little vagina, don’t you?” “Oh, my,” Virna moaned. “You have me literally dripping, let’s get into the tub so I can hold your mouth to my chest.”
Once in the warm soothing waters of the spa Virna’s breasts floated on the surface. This made her nipples easy access for the orally fixated little wench. Virna held her in her arms like a baby. She let the warm water relax every muscle in her body. Her pussy muscles seemed to tighten and relax with every suck and nibble by Mona’s soft lips. “Mona Dear,” Virna asked softly. “Do you like having your clitoris sucked?” “Oh, yes,” she replied quickly. “I have a very exaggerated clit that requires constant attention. Would you like me to show it to you?” Please,” the older woman begged, “S-show it to me.” Mona let go of the large boob she had been nursing on, and while floating on her back, she spread he legs and glided cunt first towards Virna’s face.
“Jesus,” Virna moaned when she got her first good look at the bulging organ. “I can see you clit sticking out of your pussy, and its all hard and erect.” “Of course it is silly,” Mona said softly. “Do you like it, or is it gross?” “It’s beautiful,” Virna replied. Mona’s ripe cunt floated to within inches of Virna’s hungry mouth.” “Can you eat my little pussy for me?” she asked teasingly. “I really need to have an orgasm, and it would be divine if I had it in your warm mouth.” Virna had never in her life sucked a pussy, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as she let her tongue gently probe the flushed folds of the excited young girl. Now it was Mona’s turn to offer praise, as she gasped, “Oh, you suck me so well, I-I’m gonna cum really hard and fast, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m cumminnggggggggggggg!!!” Virna sent her mouth into overdrive upon hearing the climactic moaning of the sweet young thing stuck on the tip of her tongue. When it was over, Mona just floated away, still stunned by the fury of the explosion that had just devastated her not so innocent cunt.
“Was it good for you?” Virna asked seriously as Mona’s blood pressure returned to normal. “Are you nuts?” she replied slyly. “I’ve never had and orgasm like that in my life! I thought I was gonna pass out.” “Oh, good,” Virna replied in a relieved voice. I wanted it to be good for you.” “Now that I’ve been taken care of,” Mona whispered. “What can we do for you?” “Surprise me,” Virna replied. “I’m sure anything you do will be just incredible.” With that, Mona paddled over to the edge of the tub and opened a box about the size of a bread box. She reached inside and pulled out a huge black dildo that had a harness attached to it. Mona turned around, held up her prize, and announced, “I’m gonna put this pecker on and fuck you with it until you beg me to stop.”
Virna couldn’t believe what was happening to her. The nubile young thing slid between her legs until the thick black cudgel was pressing insistently against the crack in her pussy. “Tell me how bad you want it,” Mona ordered. “Tell me that you wanna get fucked like a whore!” “Oh God,” Virna panted. “Oh, God, please give it to me. I’m begging you, give it to me hard!” “Tell me you’re a whore,” she teased. “Let me hear you say it!” “Okay,” Virna begged. I’m a whore, now please, give it to me!” “Oh, no,” Mona retorted. “I said a fucking whore, say it, call yourself a fucking whore!” “I’m a fucking whore! Damn you,” Virna gasped. “Now give it to me you little slut or else.” “Oh, my,” Mona said softly. “Such language from such a nice lady. Ya know what? I don’t think you’re a lady at all. You’re just a fucking cunt lapping whore, aren’t you?”
By now Virna was delirious with lust, and the constant pressure against her cunt lips was driving her absolutely up the wall. “I didn’t hear what you said!” Mona demanded. “Tell me you’re a cunt lapping whore!” “Yes, yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m a cunt lapping whore, now please, shove it into me!” Mona relaxed for a second, and then asked sweetly, “You mean like this?” While grabbing Virna by the shoulders for leverage, drove the two inch thick black spike all the way to the hilt inside of Virna’s steaming pussy! “Owwwwwwwweeeeeeeee,” Virna screamed at the top of her voice. “I-it hurts so badly! “OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God it hurts so badly!” “I can take it out if you want me to,” Mona said innocently. “Fuck, Noooooooo,” Virna begged. “Leave it in me, I feel so fucking full, it’s going to make me cummmmmmmmm, oh, god I’m fucking cumming so fucking hard, I’m full of black cock and I’m cumming!!!
Afterwards, they just lay in each others arms as the warm water wafted over them and Virna said softly, “I didn’t know what I was missing!!!” Mona snuggled up against a giant boob and replied, “Me either, me either.”

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Fantasy

The Champion’s Companion 2

The Huntress Leader is a position of seniority to the band. Huntresses who volunteer before the enclave can create bands.
Caris is the Huntress Leader. If ranked by ability, Caris would be a distant third or a solid fifth in the twelve person bands Huntresses that usually range around in. Caris didn’t want to follow older girls and get her ass kicked around until she had her own team, so she made her own. Caris led the band by force of personality. Everyone around her was raised with her. She had been bossing and manipulating her teammates since they were all children. The four women were all only twenty summers old. The group was the smallest and weakest band in their enclave.
Ignorant of their failings, the band plodded along doing whatever Caris came up with. Then Kaarthen came along after just finishing labor a few days prior. She had been lying around the enclave, meditating for two months in preparation for her pregnancy and was barely recovered. Caris knew she was for some reason desperately looking to get back out and didn’t care about seniority despite her well-documented 5 years. Caris was okay with it. It simply became another rule she could forget as Huntress Leader.
Caris shirked the usual practices of Huntress Leader by keeping the others in a close enough formation to be heard and be seen by the others when they were stopped or moving. The tightened formation limited their awareness since one person can hear better, when they are moving alone. She could communicate better with the tighter formation and felt in control.
To her weak side was Kassin, an Amazon with long hair more black than grey that hung to her lower back. She also had the usual pale colorless skin. Taller then most men at six and a half feet, slender, and deceptively fragile looking, her breasts were cones that were very undersized to the rest of her frame. Kassin was quiet, and very introspective. Caris knew she was very sensitive about her lack of feminine features.
Caris had really pushed her when it came time, to not become a priestess. She was too good with a blade, spear, and could run fast as the wind. Kassin was the best fighter in the group.
To Caris’ rear was Kassin’s lover Ailli.
She was equally quiet and dark the two had been together since the girls had been allowed to cleanse within the purified waters of the Dark Mother’s temple. Caris was the one who found the two kissing one day when the priestesses were teaching the importance of cleanliness and bathing.
To anyone who had not seen them grow up you would swear they were sisters, twins even.
Ailli’s only differences were larger hips and thicker thighs, and she didn’t have Kassin’s aloofness but stood slightly hunched and was always fidgety and nervous. She had never learned anything well from training and always seemed to have two left feet. Ailli was also nowhere near as good at hunting or fighting as Kassin in fact, Caris had tried to see her go.
To Caris’ strong side was Vellina.
She was a shorter than everyone by more than a head, if she were any shorter they could call her stout. Vellina’s hair was also grayish blonde instead of the gray and black streaks of most Amazons. She had blonde hair on her forearms and had a short soft layer everywhere else of clear blondish white hair instead of being completely hairless below the neck as was usual. Her fingers, forearms, and lower legs were shortened by comparison to the other women. Vellina had natural strength at the expense of speed, agility, and endurance. Her short stature helped her to be one of the strongest in the enclave. Her form was also the most full figured of the band. She was the last to grow and the first to stop when they were kids. She had very wide child bearing hips, and large swaying round melon sized bosoms and a large doubly bubbly round ass whose crack was covered only partially by her loincloth. Her back was large, rounded, and very wide. If Vellina didn’t have her tight stomach, most would think her fat. She wore a short purple homespun blouse tied off under the leather mantle with her quiver and bow.
Most in the enclave thought Vellina couldn’t do anything well. But it wasn’t true Vellina was actually quite strong and good with her tongue, hurling insults that made priestesses scream when they were children, or using her slick silver tongue to get out from under the crotch of the older girls who always singled her out and demanded ‘licks from the cow’. Caris defended Vellina, but was not her friend. She too demanded licks when the urges came. None of the other huntresses expected much from Vellina despite her strength her body was much too round for good fighting.
Caris had hair that nearly completely grey her eyes were a mischievous light green. Her breasts were only a little smaller than Vellina’s. She was a full six feet tall. She had a voluptuous proportional body not slender as Kassin or padded like Vellina. She was muscular on her upper body her breasts were very rounded teardrops. Her ass was nicely swelled with two rounded cheeks. she also wore a skirt that was given as a ‘gift’ when she was younger, it had two stiff thick leather panels that went less then mid thigh linking the top corners were bronze and iron hoops ‘donated’ from the blacksmiths as she grew. One hoop was large enough to holster her blade despite looking stupid and cutting her when she ran. She also wore a circular leather mantle on her shoulders and a quiver of arrows.
Vellina and Caris were the only ones to have captured men. Caris remembered the event as painful and rushed. Vellina who heard sharing the potion given to men to make them hard ensured a good time. She barely remembered the night but got hot and wet from the blurred images she partially remembered.
Caris led her Huntresses back from the hunt. They had found only little prey animals forcing the group to attack a boisterous group of monkeys to steal a goat carcass. They wanted all to rest after two hard days of hunting. Caris knew they had to keep moving if the wanted to get anything better. She hoped Kaarthen was better or at least would quit trying to tell her what to do.
Despite the fact she was 5 years younger, she didn’t need someone whose group forgotten about her to try telling her things. Despite how good a Huntress and tracker the old hag was Caris liked things just fine.
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Kaarthen was now beyond sore. The man had bound her mouth with her loincloth to stop the moaning when she awoke. Her bindings for her legs had been left untied after the first day. He had used her roughly the whole day. He would idly suckle from her breasts; he would also use his fingers on her by rubbing her body, not trying to make her happy but simply content to rub her because he could.
By the evening of what she figured to be the second day, he offered to retie her arms comfortably and used her leather loincloth to tightly wrap her arms from wrist to elbow before tying it off.
He then fucked her roughly after discovering her body still quite wet. He took her from behind and when she immediately tried to lay flat he followed her down to the ground on her back then forced her right knee out to the side. He then got between her legs and thrust his cock hard into her. He thrust deep, putting all the power of his legs into it. His hands came around to the front to her breasts as he nibbled her neck and ears with surprisingly sharp teeth. Her body gave in to the orgasm that it had wanted all day since he had crawled all over her body rubbing her and drinking her milk.
He was insatiable. His hands were in constant motion beneath her. He was roughly fucking like a maniac searching for something deep within her. Something inside popped suddenly as he thrust hard and he was suddenly deeper. She came again but it felt like her body was forced into it and her vagina stunned, before tightly clenching him. It must have been what he wanted. His balls were almost pushed in as he raised himself up on both hands and released his seed into her with surprised gasp.
He then without pause or moving started his interrogation.
“Would you like some water? Your body has needs and you haven’t made water in 3 days now.” He prodded.
Kaarthen stayed silent. “Was he watching this whole time?” She thought.
“You may not understand, but your little band of merry cows has done some seriously expensive damage. I am not just here to kill you however. If I can help you to understand staying around is a bad idea we could all be happier wouldn’t you say?” He added almost breathlessly.
“I would be happier if you got off of me.” She thought trying to squeeze his slimy cock out of her pussy, and distracted herself with the wet sensation.
“Perhaps your leader would be the one to decide, what is her name?” He said. His eyes hungry eyes flicked over her body again. She could feel his gaze behind her, it burned it was so close.
“Menthino works with followers all the time, where is your enclave? There is one behind us did you girls have a reason to bypass them?” Marcos watched and felt her bristle at the word ‘girls’, He made a point hit that nail hard a few more times.
“You girlies may not know it but these wilds stretch pretty far and a lot of creatures would love to turn the tables on your little hunting band.” She held steady, “Finding yourself on the business end of something’s cock would really cut short whatever you girls are up to.” That got her attention; she tightened reflexively along his cock.
“Since I had to make it by myself I wonder.” Marcos mused aloud.
She tried squirming to try to look at him, to look into his eyes. Marcos noticed that his cock was hardening and that she was interested now. He just needed her to speak so she would be committed with a position in the conversation.
“After noticing the tracks they leave already, and that they decided to wait till now to hunt.” He paused, “how far could that amateur group get through the corridor pretty famous for making things disappear?”
Sensing that rhetorical questions didn’t pique her pride in the band he decided to switch gears. He presented her a water skin from his robe. She didn’t deserve it. It would keep her stronger, alert longer, and reduce discomfort. However, it would make her open her mouth and physically enable her to speak. It also made her need him, since untying her would simply lead to a direct confrontation.
“Besides most things living in these mountains are in the forest during the summer. I bet only bad things are around up ahead.” He continued as she drank. He could almost feel the cool wetness her body needed flow over his cock. He started thrusting slowly and gently.
“Why?” Kaarthen asked taking a breath, “Because you think those four can’t defend themselves?” Suddenly surprised she said anything. She quickly went back to drinking the water feeling fooled and ashamed.
Marcos latched on to how she excluded herself that was the real surprise. He was also mildly surprised her hips were moving.
When she tried to push him out earlier his cock was in her womb still and it only felt good. Now he was no longer past her cervix, but occasionally he popped through as he stroked her with a building intensity that she unconsciously matched before repeatedly catching herself.
“I’m not sure; as they get away from the forest they’ll be much safer. Right now they are in the middle of everything that will eat or be eaten.” Marcos said as he insidiously brought a hand around to her bud making her moan into the water bag and blush. She only pretended to drink now. Kaarthen didn’t want to be fooled again by whoever this man was who handled her so masterfully.
To punctuate the morbid statement something far away screamed almost sounding human and female.

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