This story is a REVISED version based on true events in the life of a happily married young coupe and a stranger who changes their life forever. Fate brings Ted and Katie into contact with “Reggie” Williams who helps salvage their marriage. My sister-in-laws assisted me with this revision by adding more of the female perspective.
A young man wakes up to find himself no longer in his cozy bed back at Fiore, instead rising from a soft patch of dirt with nothing but his socks, his underwear, and a vague memory of his training as a Pokemon Ranger. The rest of his past is a blur, but he’ll soon find that he won’t have much time to rediscover it.
Bridgette debases herself in front of her sons.
When an online pesonal ad leads to a rape fantasy, a safe word is the turning point between rape fantasy and rape reality.
Tom’s loneliness is lessened and his fantasies come to fruition by one simple visit from a stranger.
After lusting over her for over a year, it finally happened
this is one of the many things I have done to and with my wonderful wife!
A little prick tease gets her just desserts.
Boy fucks his drunk Mom
A husband and wife go visit a marriage counselor. First, the wife speaks to the counselor alone. The counselor asks, “You say you’ve been married 20 years, so what seems to be the problem?”
The wife replies, “It’s my husband — he’s driving me crazy! I’m going to leave him if he continues!”
“How does he drive you crazy?”
“For 20 years,” she says, “He’s been doing these stupid things. First, whenever we go out, he’s always looking at the floor and refuses to go near anyone. It’s very embarrassing.”
The marriage counselor is amused, “Anything else?”
“He keeps picking his nose all the time! Even in public!”
“Hmm, anything else?”
The wife hesitates, “Whenever we’re making love, he NEVER lets me be on top! Once in a while, I’d like to be in control!”
“Ah,” says the counselor, “I think I’ll talk to your husband now.”
So the wife goes out of the room and the husband enters. The counselor tells him, “Your wife says that you’ve been driving her crazy. She might even leave you.”
The husband looks shocked, “WHAT? For 20 years I’ve been loving and considerate and I’ve always given her what she wants! What could be the problem?”
The counselor explains, “She says that you’ve got these habits that are driving her crazy. First, you’re always acting strange in public–looking at the floor and never going near anyone else.”
The husband looks concerned, “Oh, you don’t understand! It’s one of the few things my father told me to do in his deathbed and I swore I’d obey everything he said.”
What did he say?”
“He said that I should never step on anyone’s toes!”
The counselor looks amused, “Actually, that means that you should not do anything that would cause anyone else to get angry.”
The husband looks sheepish, “Oh. Okay.”
The counselor continues, “And you keep picking your nose in public.”
“Well, it’s another thing my father specifically commanded me to do! He told me to always keep my nose clean.”
The counselor looks faint, “That means that you should not indulge in any criminal activity.”
“Oh,” says the husband looking very stupid.
“And finally, she says that you never allow her to be on top during your lovemaking.”
“This,” says the husband seriously, “is the last thing my father commanded me to do on his deathbed and it’s the most important thing.”
“What did he say?”
The husband replies, “In his dying breath, he said. Don’t screw up.”
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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the second in this series and might make more sense if you have read “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing.”
A man’s obssesion & fanatasies surrounding big breasts finally starts to become a reality.
He was fifteen she was thirteen and this was to be a night of first.
He found her sitting on her bed playing with some dolls. She was trying to glue pubic hair onto them and was so engrossed in what she was doing that it took a while for her to realize he was even there. Finally she looked up.”
“Oh hi, how long you been there?”
“Long enough.”
She held up her doll and asked;
“What you think?”
“Looks pretty good. Where’d you get the hair?”
“From my head, I cut some from the back where it wouldn’t show.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you got it from someplace a little lower.”
He was sure she hadn’t, do to her age but liked to have fun with her in this way.
“I could have but there isn’t much there to start with and if I cut it there wouldn’t be any.”
She was very matter of fact about it.
“You have hair there?”
“Yes, you want to see?”
This caught him a little off guard, but was quick to recover. He didn’t really think she would show him her young pussy.
“Sure.”
To his amazement she stood up and lifted her night gown. She wasn’t wearing any panties and there was a nearly bald pussy. Just a hint of hair was covering her pubic area. What really caught his eye though was her pussy. It was so inviting, so young and virgin and he wanted so much to reach out and touch it. She was just two years younger than he and now he found that he wanted her sex.
“Very pretty and nice looking.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.” was all he could say.
“I would like to see you down there.”
He said nothing but started undoing his pants. When they fell to the floor he pulled his shorts down so that she could see his rising hard on.
As she looked at him she saw it grow right before her eyes.
“It’s getting bigger.”
“It wants you.”
One of her hands went between her legs and unconsciously started to rub herself there.
“Want me to do that for you?”
She looked down to where he was pointing and just nodded. He stepped over and stood at her side, the placed a hand over her small mound, letting a finger press between the folds of her pussy lips.
“It feels so different when you touch me there.”
“Better?”
“Yes, much better.”
“Lets set on the bed, I’ll take off my cloths and you do the same.”
She did as he asked and they both set on the bed. Then he lay back with his head on a pillow, his cock standing tall when he tighten the muscles in it. She lay down along side of him. Without saying a word he reached over and started robbing her again, this time pressing his finger a little further into her now damp pussy.
“Oh I like that, it makes me feel so hot inside. You going to put a finger in me?”
“If you want.”
“I want to feel what it’s like to have a guys finger in me there.”
He took his time as he got up, turned around to face her and kneeling beside her knees he spread her legs apart further then she had them and inserted one finger up to the last knuckle and started a slow in and out motion. She was getting wetter by the second. Her legs lifted spread even further and he inserted a second finger. It was tight and he almost could not do it but as he put steady pressure against her pussy it slowly parted he was able to enter her body. She showed signs of pain but said nothing. He kept pressing into her and when he was as far as her pussy would allow started withdrawing and reentering, like a piston driving a locomotive, until he had her moving her hips up to meet his thrust into her. She was being finger fucked for the first time in her life, and she was loving it. His rock hard pecker was standing straight up, pre-cum oozing from its tip and running down his six inch shaft. Now he was jerking that shaft as he finger fucked her, trying to bring relief to himself as well as her. How he wanted to shoot his load into her but that would have to come on another day, this was their first sexual encounter and he didn’t want to press his luck.
Suddenly she popped up off the bed and slammed her legs together, holding his finger tight inside her.
“Oh God that feels to good!”
She had reached her first ever orgasm with someone else and not by her own hand. He stopped what he was doing and she relaxed her hold on his hand. Removing his fingers from her he saw they were covered with her juices and licked them. He was tasting a women’s juice for the first time and liked it. He then put his fingers into his mouth and sucked all the juice from them. Then before she knew it he was down between her legs sucking her wet pussy, sucking the juice from deep within her. She was shocked but did not try and stop him, after all it felt good to have him it do that. Soon he bent back and set on his heels, looking at her, wet juice all around his mouth. She just looked at him in return, neither one knowing for sure what had just happen here, but both knowing they were going to be doing it again.
He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth and she had another first, the taste of her own juice. She did not find it unpleasant and in fact liked it. She wondered what he would taste like. Looking down towards his cock she saw the pre-cum leaking out and took a finger to it, placing it into her mouth she sucked the thick stuff. It was salty but nice. She could get used to drinking this stuff. She worked herself up and around so that she was able to bend over and take his pecker into her mouth. Now she had no idea that this was just pre-cum and was in for another first. She sucked his head in and he let out with a moan.
“Oh sis, that is so good I’m going to cum.”
She instinctively swallowed in more of the head and pulled back as though her mouth was an extension of her pussy, it had the desired effect.
“Here go’s sis.”
And a load of hot, white, thick cum erupted into her mouth. She gagged on it as it hit the opening of her throat, choking her. But she soon recovered and he felt her start to swallow his remaining cum. This was not what he had expected to happen this night but he sure as hell liked what she was doing. So this was what a blow job was like, he sure could get used to having it done on a regular bases.
After swallowing all she could get from him she set up and this time she kissed him on the lips. It was time he got to taste his own cum. To his surprise it wasn’t all that bad, but nothing he would be going out to look for. He liked the taste of pussy juice much better.
When she set back from kissing him she said;
“What do you think”
“I’m not sure how all this happen but I sure did like it. How about you?”
“I liked it to.”
“Even when I shot off in your mouth?”
“Yes. That caught me by surprise but I liked it after. I like the taste of your cum too.”
“I liked having you suck me like that. Would you do it again?”
“Right now?”
“No, some other time, I’m a little tinder there now.”
“Sure thing, any time you want, but you have to do me too.”
“No problem, I like sucking the juice from you.”
They just looked at one another for some time then he reached over and touched her small breast for the first time. She shivered at the touch but said nothing. He bent over and kissed one of them and again she shivered but said nothing. Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth and this brought an ‘Oh!’ from her and he felt the nipple start to swell between his lips. His pecker was starting to grow again. He pressed her back down on the bed and started sucking in earnest, first one nipple then the other. The moans were coming more frequent now and becoming louder. She was calling him by name as her body responded to his touch. He felt down between her legs and found them spread apart, her pussy dripping with wetness. He slid his body over hers and worked his pecker to her opening and then pressed into it. Her eyes popped open at what he was about to do. Was she ready for this?
“Go easy pleas.”
He said nothing but took his time as he entered a women for the first time. He knew that there was going to be a barrier he would have to brake through and he knew it would hurt her but there was no stopping now, he had to have her.
“When I pop your cherry we both know it’s going to hurt. I’m going to go in as far as I can and then just hold there until you say go on okay?”
She just nodded her head. There was no way she had thought about going this far, this soon, but she felt she wanted too. He was in her now and that felt to good to stop. She was as full as she had ever been down there and while it hurt a little to be stretched so much it felt good at the same time.
H pressed in further until he felt the barrier and stopped.
“You ready for this now?”
She said nothing but looked into his eyes, looking for something but did not know what. After several seconds she said;
“Yes, make it fast and maybe it won’t be so bad.”
So he did, pulled back about two inches then drove in as hard as he could, busting through the one time barrier.
“Oh ! God! Oh! Oh God that Hurts!”; She screamed.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, biting into his shoulder. She was holding him so tight he thought she was going to choke him to death. He said nothing though and held her tight right back, he loved her for letting him do this and wasn’t about to let her think otherwise. Soon she settled down and her legs and arms relaxed some as the pain started to subside. She had her eyes open again and was looking at him, as he was her. She just nodded her head to indicate that she was ready to go on. He slowly withdrew his cock a little and stopped. She winced some as he did so then relaxed again. He pressed in again then back out, a little more this time. Again she winced, not so bad this time. In he went and this time he pulled out until just the head of his pecker was in her, then slowly all the way in. Just a slight moan came from her. He didn’t know if this meant she liked it or was still in pain. He withdrew again and when he pushed in this time she put her arms around his body and held him snug against her chest, her small breast pressing against his chest, adding to the feeling he was already having deep in his groin. How long would it be before he shot off another load. Some times it was quick the second time and some times not. As much as he wanted her to like this he wanted to climax inside her. He wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside a women.
He manage to reach around her butt and finger her love button when he was just trying to feel her pussy lips. This brought a sharp cry from her.
“Oh God! Touch me there again!”
So he did and the end results were her hips coming up to meet his thrusting into her . The pain was obviously now gone and he started thrusting in and out of her with great speed. She was matching him with her hips.
“God honey it’s going to happen again!” she said.
And he was there too. Two more strokes and all was well with the world. He shot off a load almost as large as the first and she was banging her hips to meet his while at the same time her head was twisting from side to side, her fingernails were digging into his back as she screamed.
“Oh God! I’m Cuming again!”
She came off the bed holding him tight in her arms as she started to settle down. Their sweaty bodies sliding on one another, the smell of hot sex permeating the room, the last of his hot thick cum leaking into her love cannel. This was to be a night they would both never ever forget. It was their first encounter with hot, deep sex with a member of the opposite sex. And it was a start of a life long relationship.
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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Six
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Six Summary: The Scavenger Hunt… err… the search for the Horcruxes begins! In order to locate the Horcruxes, Harry and Hermione use their inner-eye, that and Hermione gets something in her eye.
An ungodly scream erupted from Hermione as she discovered that it was Godric Gryffindor who was fondling her arse. In a combination of disgust and panic, Hermione tried to flee from the ancient and lecherous ghost. Unfortunately for Hermione’s impromptu escape plan, Harry’s right hand was still tangled in her bushy hair which forced her to unwillingly attempt to drag him along with her. More unfortunately though, Harry was much heavier that she was. With a resounding crash, Harry and Hermione crumpled to the floor. The couple landed in an unnatural and uncomfortable pile, with Harry on top. Thankfully though, this led to Harry’s hand becoming untangled from Hermione’s hair.
“Ooh,” Gryffindor exclaimed. “That had to hurt.”
Groaning, Hermione tried to wriggle free from Harry’s body and tangled limbs. But, she did a little too good of a job wriggling. You see, because of their awkward positions and that pesky thing called gravity, Harry’s crotch was firmly pressed against Hermione’s shapely bottom. And Hermione’s squirming caused ‘/Harry, Jr./’ to wake up, and very quickly as well. Hermione obviously felt Harry poking her in the bum for she growled, “Not now, Harry!”
Harry didn’t care about the uncomfortable position they were in or the fact that Gryffindor was watching. All Harry wanted was for Hermione to wriggle her bum against ‘/Harry, Jr./’ some more. He loved how it felt to have ‘/Harry, Jr/.’ pressed in-between Hermione’s cheeks.
“Harry!” barked Hermione.
Harry begrudgingly obliged and untangled himself from Hermione’s body. Realizing that he needed to get back on Hermione’s good side, he gallantly assisted her in regaining her feet. The now-erect…. um, upright couple glared at the ghost. Hermione took a deep breath and was about to verbally attack Gryffindor when the ghost pointed at Harry’s groin and declared, “You are a true Gryffindor… you ‘/dress right/,’ just like me!”
“Why are you here?” Hermione demanded, ignoring Gryffindor’s comment on Harry’s state.
“I was checking up on your search for Voldemort’s Horcruxes,” explained the ghost. “So, how’s it going?”
“If you must know, we haven’t begun yet,” said Hermione.
“Why not?” questioned Godric.
“We were working on a plan for when Harry faces Voldemort,” Hermione answered. “Voldemort has decades of experience more than Harry and he has gone through power-boosting rituals as well. Harry has to train, to learn more skills and somehow become more powerful, otherwise he won’t stand a chance. It won’t matter if Harry has destroyed all of the Horcruxes if he can’t defeat Voldemort.”
“You think too much,” retorted Gryffindor.
“Oh, what would you suggest we do then?” Harry asked, finally joining the argument.
“It’s not really difficult. You sneak up behind him and stab him with the sword,” exclaimed Godric.
“Oh,” said Harry, a bit taken back at the simplicity of the plan.
“It’s not that easy,” argued Hermione. “How would Harry get past all of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and any defensive wards he may have around him, and still sneak up and stab him?”
“Easy,” replied the ghost. “You flash ’em your titties.” The ghost then lowered his head so that his eyes were level with ‘/Carmella’/ and ‘/Natasha’/ and said, “Alright, whip ’em out and lets see if they are ‘/distraction’/ worthy.”
“You disgusting…” Hermione seethed, as she defensively crossed her arms over her chest..
“Alright, I can tell I’ve upset you,” Gryffindor apologized. “So I reckon you’ll only have to show me one of your boobs then. Alright, let’s see the… right one.”
“Get out!” Hermione commanded, pointing to the door. With a disappointed huff, the specter marched to the door.
“Fine, but you two better get cracking,” began Gryffindor and he stepped out into the hall. “People are getting hurt out there… and according to the prophesy, Harry’s the only one who can defeat Voldemort.”
“He’s right you know,” sighed Hermione.
Harry was stunned, she agreed with Gryffindor’s plan? Harry imagined Hermione standing on a hill in front of Voldemort with her blouse open and jiggling her lovely boobs at the snake-like villain. Now, Harry rather liked Hermione’s boobs and he could easily get distracted by them himself, but he doubted that Voldemort would have the same problem. After all, there weren’t all than many female Death Eaters, were there? Which might lead some people to question Voldemort’s “orientation”? He did exclusively hang around Wormtail for a year, and people do have needs.
“People are getting hurt,” Hermione concluded.
“Oh, that” Harry said aloud. A part of him was upset that she wasn’t talking about her boobs.
“We still need advanced training, but we can search for the Horcruxes at the same time,” Hermione announced. And then she abruptly changed subjects by ordering: “Now give me the book.”
“Um… Book? What book do you mean?” asked Harry, attempted to play ignorant, even though he knew she was referring to his ‘/special book/.’
“I assume it’s in your room,” stated Hermione, not falling for Harry’s weak ploy.
Harry gave up and nodded his head. Hopping on his Firebolt, Harry hovered next to Hermione as they left her room and headed to his. After arriving in his room, Harry retrieved the book from his trunk and reluctantly handed it to Hermione.
“The Magic of Making Love: By Thos Antric,” Hermione read aloud. “Is this a joke? ‘/Thomas Antric/’?” she asked rhetorically. “A man named ‘/T. Antric/’ wrote a book on Tantric Magic?”
“What’s the big deal? I don’t get it,” Harry responded to Hermione’s question, not realizing it was rhetorical.
“Tantric Magic is magic through sex; this book is about magic and sex. The author’s name is obviously meant to be a humorous pseudonym.”
“Oh,” Harry replied, feeling a little silly for not knowing.
Hermione opened the book and started to thumb through the pages. She paused on one particular page and scrutinized it before asking, “Is that her foot by her own ear or is it his?”
“I was wondering about that myself,” replied Harry.
“So, Harry, can I assume that you learned how to perform cunnilingus from this text?” she asked, leaving the quandary of ‘/whose foot is that?/’ for later.
“Yeah,” replied Harry. “Um… it’s on page three hundred and forty two.”
Hermione turned the pages until she got to the section entitled: “/The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!/” It only took Hermione a few minutes to read the entire chapter twice. She closed the book, looked at Harry and asked “Let me guess, you skipped over the theories and benefits when you read this?”
“Well you know how much theory bores me,” explained Harry. “And as to the benefits, all I really cared to know was that it would be something that would make you happy.”
“Thank you Harry,” Hermione said with a bloom in her cheeks. “You really did make me… happy.
“But I think that it’s an important point that you skipped the segments on benefits,” she continued. “You see, you unknowingly performed a power boosting ritual.”
“I un-what-ingly what a what what?” stammered Harry, a little shocked at Hermione’s revelation.
“This chapter in the book was written so Parselmouths, like yourself, could use their unique ability to gain a temporary boost in their magical power.” Hermione explained. “That would explain how you set the Common Room on fire yesterday and why you /’accidentally’ /Summoned my bra earlier. You see, you’re not used to having such power and it’s taking you a little time to adjust.”
“Wow,” Harry muttered, still a little stunned. “You said that it was temporary; how long until the boost is gone?”
“Hmm… it says about six to seven months,” informed Hermione after she checked the text once more. “So we won’t have to do the ritual again for a few months.”
A wicked grin appeared on Harry’s face as he asked “So can we do it again?”
“No, that would be pointless,” Hermione answered, her eyes focused on the text. “The book clearly states that the power boost can only be gained every six to seven months. The tactic doesn’t allow for a continual growth in your core through repeated attempts.”
“So can we do it again?” repeated Harry, this time putting more emphases on the word “it”.
“Harry, the only reason to do it again would be to…” Hermione began and paused as she finally noticed Harry’s wicked grin. The witch blushed while Harry wriggled his eyebrows. “Oh… well there would be that… reason, wouldn’t there?”
Harry walked over to Hermione and leaned in close to her so that his mouth was very close to her ear. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of a snake in his mind before saying in Parseltongue: “C’mon Hermione, I want to taste you again.”
Hermione shuddered with desire as she obviously recalled the event from the last time Harry used his snake-language on her.
“Harry, we have more important things…” Hermione began to argue.
“It’ll be fun,” Harry said in Parseltongue. He kissed the tender spot behind Hermione’s earlobe while gently pushing his Parselmouth magic into her.
“Oh dear,” muttered Hermione, her resolve failing. “H-Harry we have to look for the…” Harry placed another one of his magical kisses on the nape of her neck. “My goodness…. t-there’s this book to…re… read….” With a deft flick of his fingers, Harry pushed the top of her gown down, exposing her marvelous breasts. Before she could object, Harry’s lips enveloped “/Carmella/” and continued to push his Parseltongue magic into Hermione. “H-H-Harryyyy…” Hermione began, her breath was escaping her lungs in short and rapid bursts. “We’re wasting…. v-valuable t-t-time…” Harry silenced her momentarily by switching to “/Natasha/” and continuing the same tactic. “Good god, that feels so good…. But we can’t, we need…”
Harry pulled himself away from Hermione’s nipple and offered in English, “How about you read the book while I eat you out?”
“Okay!” Hermione gleefully shouted and flopped down on the bed as she held the open book in the air and started to read aloud. “‘/Welcome to the wonderful world of Love Magic!’/” Harry wasted no time and pulled her gown all the way off. “‘/My name is Thomas Antric and I’ll be your guide/…'”
Harry gently removed Hermione’s already moist knickers and marveled once more at her shaved flower.
“‘/Many people have misconceptions about Love Magic. Too many people believe it is just about…/'”
Concentrating on a snake again, Harry began to work his magic on Hermione’s lower lips. Hermione immediately started to randomly read certain portions of the text louder and faster.
“‘…/SSSSSEX!// But that isn’t the case. It just so happ… happens TO BE a p-p-pleasant SSSSSIDE effect/…'”
He gently massaged her clit with his thumb while using his tongue to penetrate her vagina. After a moment, her body glistened with sweat and her honey flowed out of her body. Harry lapped it up like a starving man. Harry twirled his magical tongue in this way and that around Hermione’s bud and nether lips for a good amount of time while Hermione continued to read page after page.
“‘…/the theory behind THIS is SIMPLE/…'”
After several minutes, Harry decided to change tactics slightly. He decided to add his love based magic to his Parselmouth magic. He started to concentrate on just how much he felt for Hermione and how deeply. Harry’s new approach had an instantaneous effect on Hermione; she locked her legs around his head and began to scream out the text.
“‘… /THE MORE P-P-P-PLEA//SUR//E THE COUPLE FEEEEEELS, THE MORE POWER ISSSS PUT INTO THE RIT-RITUAL/…”
When Harry had gone down on her before, he was surprised how wet she had gotten, but it was nothing compared to how much she was flowing this time. Hermione’s juices ran out of her box and soiled the sheets of the bed. His face had become incredibly damp and the excess dripped steadily down his chin.
Hermione didn’t last long after Harry’s love magic poured through her body. She dropped Harry’s ‘/special book/’ to her side and started to thrash wildly on the bed as an orgasm unlike any Harry had seen her have before rocked her body. She cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. She gushed so much that he nearly choked on her juices. Harry clung to her, riding her flailing body as she gushed again and again.
Harry watched his more-than-a-friend, no, Harry realized, his girlfriend laying on his bed. Hermione was breathing heavily and her luscious body dripping with sweat. Hermione was trembling in ecstasy as she spurted the last remnants of her orgasm. Harry was about to congratulate himself when he noticed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was trying to get his attention. The organ was painfully erect and was apparently saddened because he wasn’t allowed to play; ‘Harry, Jr.’ seemed to be crying.
“Looks like you’ve got a problem there Harry,” said Hermione, noticing Harry’s aroused state from her prone position. She added in a lusty and husky tone: “I think we need to perform an experiment. I should do to you what I did when I was under the effects of Ginny’s Lust Potion. Just to prove once and for all that it wasn’t just the potion making me do it, mind you.”
“Huh?” Harry muttered, a little taken back at Hermione’s tone.
“I think I should do a repeat performance,” She continued. Hermione pointed at Harry’s aroused state and said: “Let me give you a hand with that.” For the second time ever that Harry had known her, Hermione worked up a large amount of saliva in her mouth before licking her palm. Harry shuddered with desire at the memory of Hermione’s hand wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “Now strip!” commanded Hermione.
A smile appeared on Harry’s face as he tore off his clothing. Harry stood completely starkers in front of Hermione.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to sit next to me,” stated Hermione as she propped herself up on her elbows. “My knees are really shaky from that last one. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before,” Hermione added and Harry beamed with pride. “What did you do differently? I mean the first time you went down on me was spectacular, but this time… wow!”
“Oh, I just tapped into my love based magic, that’s all,” Harry offered while eagerly awaiting Hermione’s touch.
“You tapped into your love magic?” asked Hermione, an inquisitive look appeared on her face. “But how – ?”
“Questions later,” Harry interrupted. He usually didn’t like to be rude to Hermione but ‘/Harry, Jr./’ desperately wanted to play and then take a nap. “Handjob now!”
“Aren’t we impatient?” Hermione jokingly chided. She sat up and started to move the ‘/special book/’ off of the bed when her eyes caught something on the page that had flopped open when she dropped it during her massive orgasm. By the looks of it, the book had opened to a section near the end, a section that Harry hadn’t read yet. Hermione’s eyes bulged as she scanned the page. “Harry, get me your potion supplies!” she commanded. “I found a ritual which will lead us to the Horcruxes!”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered pathetically. Hermione had promised a handjob, and now she was talking about a ritual. This, Harry thought, was totally unfair.
“It’s a ritual designed to locate missing or hidden items!” Hermione cheered, oblivious to Harry’s predicament. “Hopefully we can use it to find where the Horcruxes are.”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered even more pathetically. This time Hermione looked up into Harry’s dejected face.
“Harry, don’t worry. The ritual requires me to use my hands to stimulate you,” Hermione explained.
“Huh?” asked Harry, he hated it when she used big words, especially when he was focused on the lost opportunity of another handjob.
“Handjob, Harry,” Hermione clarified, knowing that her use of ‘/big words/’ threw Harry for a loop, specifically when he was already distracted. “Now go get your potion supplies.”
Harry gleefully hopped into the air and scampered to retrieve his supplies like a boy on Christmas morning going to fetch his presents. Within seconds Harry had returned with his arms full. He was so happy about Hermione’s promise of a ritual that would have her use her hands to stimulate him that he had forgotten what Hermione had actually requested. He remembered that she had wanted his potion supplies, but he was afraid that she would need something else. So to be on the safe side, Harry not only brought Hermione his potion supplies and cauldron, he also brought along his Herbology supplies, his telescope… and for some odd reason, a pair of his dirty socks.
While muttering “not this, or this,” Hermione discarded Harry’s telescope and herbology supplies. But when Hermione was about to fling the socks away, she paused and rechecked the ingredient list in the book. “That’s strange,” she said to no one in particular. “I do need these.” She then unceremoniously tossed the socks into the cauldron along with several other liquids and powders from Harry’s potion supplies. After stirring the concoction clockwise four times and twirling it twice, Hermione commanded: “Sit on the bed, Harry.”
Harry complied and sat next to Hermione. ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was happily looking up at the ceiling, eagerly waiting for playtime to commence. Hermione slid off of the bed and knelt in-between Harry’s legs. She dipped her hands into the cauldron and began to explain the ritual to Harry.
“While I’m stimulating you, we both have to focus on the object or objects we are searching for,” she explained clinically. Hermione promptly noticed the dazed and stunned expression on Harry’s face and decided to repeat what she had just said so that Harry could understand. “While I’m giving you a handjob, we have to think about the Horcruxes.”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that,” Harry tried to reply nonchalantly.
“Also we each have to chant an incantation throughout the ritual,” continued Hermione. “Yours is ‘/Ructo// Vermis/’ while I have to chant ‘/Praefoco// Pullus/’.”
“/Ructo// Vermis ,/” Harry repeated.
Hermione took her hands, which were now completely coated with a clear oily liquid, out of the cauldron and began to gently coat Harry’s organ. The liquid was warn and, along with Hermione’s hands working it into Harry’s member, made ‘/Harry, Jr./’ cry just a little more, but this time Harry would have said that they were definitely tears of joy. Hermione started to use both of her hands to stroke Harry’s shaft (mind you, Harry wasn’t ‘/hung like a hippogriff/,’ it’s just that Hermione had tiny hands), and placed her mouth so that her lips were hovering over the crown.
“/Praefoco// Pullus ,/” Hermione began to chant her portion of the spell, her warm breath danced across his crown and Harry closed his eyes and started to chant in counterpoint to her. “/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
After Harry repeated his half of the incantation for the third time, he felt the magic pour over his body and he started to feel light-headed. Hermione’s hands started to pump in cadence with her chanting.
“/Praefoco// Pullus, Praefoco Pullus.”/
“/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
Then something strange happened; Harry felt as if he had left his body. He could still feel himself chanting while being pleasured, but he also felt as if he was floating. He opened his eyes and noticed that he seemed to be hovering near the ceiling of the room. As an experiment, Harry looked at his hand as he floated near the ceiling and was surprised to see that it was transparent, as if he was a ghost. Harry looked down and saw himself lying on the bed with Hermione wanking him off while they were both chanting.
“This feels weird,” Harry said as he witnessed his corporeal body.
“I know what you mean,” Hermione replied. Harry looked down and saw a ghost-like Hermione hovering below him. She was transparent like he was, but Harry could see as well as feel that she had her hands wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. Harry marveled at how nice astral-Hermione’s boobs looked. “Harry, are you looking at my breasts?”
“Yes,” Harry replied while not taking his eyes off of her luscious mounds. “Yes I am.”
“Harry stop look at my tits,” Hermione commanded. “We have to find the Horcruxes!”
“It’s really hard thinking about the Horcruxes when you’re holding my willy like that.” Harry complained. “Besides, I like looking at your titties, they’re really nice.”
“Thank you Harry,” said Hermione. Harry couldn’t tell for certain, but he swore that astral-Hermione was blushing at his compliment. “You can thoroughly examine them later.”
“Promise?” asked Harry.
“Yes, I promise,” she answered. “Let’s try and find the Horcruxes.”
After Harry begrudgingly agreed to stop focusing on Hermione’s boobs and focus on Voldemort’s Horcruxes, both Harry and Hermione plummeted toward the floor; actually their astral projections plummeted while their bodies remained where they were. They rapidly fell past floor after floor of the castle. Harry recognized the dungeons and the kitchen as they shot by them before they felt like they were slowing down. Their descent had paused, but where they ended up, Harry couldn’t tell. The couple was in total darkness and was unable to discern where they were.
“What’s going on?” Hermione’s asked. Harry couldn’t see where she was in the darkness, but he could definitely feel her hands still wroking his organ.
“I don’t know,” Harry responded. He heard the sounds of dripping water coming from somewhere nearby. It felt oddly familiar to Harry, and it also felt as if something important was there in the darkness. “Did the ritual work?”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied.
Another second passed in the darkness and suddenly, Harry felt as if they were flying. At first, it felt as if he were passing through the dark and dank air, but then it felt as if he was hurtling through solid rock. After a few seconds of flying through rock, Harry’s spirit began to fly through the early night sky. He could still feel Hermione’s hands on him as he looked behind himself and saw the shrinking castle of Hogwarts as they rocketed away from it. For a full minute, Harry and Hermione flew through the darkening sky when they started to approach a cluster of lights. They dove at the cluster of lights and Harry quickly recognized it as Diagon Alley. Before either one could guess what they were doing there, Harry and Hermione’s spirits passed Diagon Alley and its assorted shops and flew into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
The pair slowed as they neared Borgin & Burkes. Their spirits passed through the shop’s door and saw that Mr. Borgin was speaking to an old and crumpled looking wizard.
“You won’t find a nicer piece anywhere else, I assure you,” Borgin announced as he handed the unknown wizard a simple locket. It was obvious that the two older wizards had no idea that they were being spied upon by Harry and Hermione. For some indiscernible reason, Harry’s attention was drawn to the locket, and it felt like something was telling him that this was one of the items he and Hermione were looking for.
“That’s one of the Horcruxes!” Hermione declared triumphantly.
“Wait,” Harry said as he examined the locket and recognized it from one of the Pensieve memories that Dumbledore had shared with him. “That’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, the one R. A. B. stole from the cave before we could retrieve it.”
Harry and Hermione watched as the unknown wizard paid Borgin and left the shop with the locket.
“So this R. A. B. bloke nicked Voldemort’s Horcrux and sold it to Borgin?” Harry asked.
“That doesn’t make sense, why would he sell it to Borgin,” answered Hermione. “According to the note he left in the fake locket, he intended to destroy it. He or she probably died before he or she got the chance to do it and the Horcrux somehow ended up here.”
Before they could continue their discussion, Harry and Hermione flew off into the night again. The couple flew for a brief amount of time before descending into London. They rapidly approached a building that Harry recognized; it was the orphanage where Tom Riddle grew up. Harry and Hermione passed through the brick wall of the building and promptly started to go down through the floor. After a second or two of falling through darkness, they ended up in a dimly lit chamber. There was an object that was covered with a black sheet in the middle of the room. It was this object that Harry’s attention was drawn to.
“So, which founder do you think this, whatever it might be, belong to?” Harry asked.
“With the locket and the ring being Slytherin’s, I would have to guess that all the other Horcruxes would be from the other founders; either Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor,” replied Hermione.
A moment later, the pair was off again. Their spirits soared across the sky for some time before they once again descended toward the ground. However this time, both Harry and Hermione recognized the building they were headed to. It was the family home of the “Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,” number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
“Why are we here?” asked Harry as they flew through the dark walls and entered the dusty house.
“I don’t know…” began Hermione.
The pair entered the kitchen and stopped when they reached a grimy pile of rags that Kreacher had called his bed before Harry had ordered him to go to Hogwarts. Placed on top of the pile was a golden cup with a badger engraved on one side.
“That must’ve been Hufflepuff’s,” stated Harry. “But why would R. A. B. hide it here…?”
“I am so dense!” Hermione announced. “R. A. B. must have been Regulus Black, Sirius’ brother!’
“Huh?” asked Harry.
“Yes, remember when we were here and had to clean up the place? We found a locket that we couldn’t open. That must’ve been Slytherin’s locket,” Hermione explained. “Regulus must have taken the Horcruxes that he managed to steal and simply hid them here until he could find a way to destroy them. But he was murdered before he could finish the job.”
“And then after Sirius died, Fletcher stole a load of stuff from the house, including one Horcrux, and sold it to Borgin,” Harry concluded, finally catching on to Hermione’s line of thought. “Boy, this Horcrux Hunt is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.”
With that, the couple soared out of Grimmauld Place and into the sky once more. This time, Harry was unable to keep track of where they were heading because the ground below them had turned pitch black, as if there were no towns or homes to give off lights. Soon, they approached an eerie looking keep. They quickly passed through the moldy rocks that made up the walls and entered a dark and clammy throne room. Sitting on an ornately decorated throne was none other than Voldemort. Kneeling in front of the villain was the kidnapped ice-cream maker extraordinaire, Florean Fortescue. The confection creator was trembling in fear as Voldemort sampled a bright orange scoop of ice cream. As Voldemort worked the frozen treat in his mouth, Hermione stated, “And finally, the last Horcrux, Voldemort himself.”
“Ah, very good, Fortescue,” Voldemort announced. “You get to live for another night. Tomorrow, I want ‘Rocky Road,’ but with no fucking marshmallows! I loath marshmallows! Heaven help you if I see one single marshmallow in my ice-cream!”
“But what about Nagini?” asked Harry, trying his best to ignore the villain gorging himself on ice-cream. “Shouldn’t she be one of the Horcruxes?”
“Why?” Hermione asked, her voice sounding a bit perplexed.
“Dumbledore reckoned that the reason Voldemort was able to control her so well was because he had made the snake into one of his Horcruxes,” Harry explained.
“But Voldemort is a Parselmouth, which means he can order the snake around,” Hermione countered. “And when you witnessed Nagini’s attack on Mr. Weasley, Voldemort was actually possessing her at the time. That is why Voldemort has such good control over her.
“Voldemort is obsessed with becoming immortal,” Hermione continued to explain. “He placed fragments of his soul into different items, thereby creating the Horcruxes. This would assure his immortality. We know that when a Horcrux is destroyed, like the diary and ring, that fragment of his soul is destroyed along with it. So why would Voldemort risk putting a piece of his soul in a mortal creature? When the creature dies, so does the fragment of Voldemort’s soul.”
“What if Nagini is like a Basilisk?” Harry retorted. “What if she could live for centuries?”
“She could still get sick and die. A rock could fall on her head and kill her. A larger predator could eat her. Nagini could even starve to death,” Hermione listed. “Dozens of things could happen that could cause a creature’s death. That’s why all the Horcruxes are inanimate objects; things that cannot die. Voldemort would never risk his immortality by creating a Horcrux in a living creature. There are too many unpredictable things that could happen.”
“Oh,” Harry replied simply when he suddenly felt a familiar tug, much like the tug associated with Portkey travel. However, the tugging sensation wasn’t located behind his navel, like Portkey travel, Harry felt the tug come from ‘/Harry, Jr./’ and his luggage.
In the blink of an eye, Harry had returned to his body which was still lying on his bed. The young wizard was breathing heavily and his loins felt as if they had just spent themselves. It was odd, he didn’t feel his orgasm, but he definitely felt the after effects of one. He was about to ask Hermione about it when he saw her face and paused. Harry didn’t need to ask Hermione if he had cummed, he could see it on her face. The whitish goop was slowly dripping down her forehead and in-between her eyes. It looked as if Hermione was deep in thought and she had not yet noticed Harry’s cum upon her face.
“Um, Hermione…” began Harry. He wanted to warn her about the mess on her face, but was trying to find a delicate way of telling her about it. He couldn’t just say ‘/Sorry Hermione, but it looks like I just came on your face/’ now could he? However, Harry’s attention was diverted from Hermione’s predicament when another voice coming from the corner of the room spoke up.
“You know, for beginners, you’re doing pretty well,” the ghost of Gryffindor commented. He was sitting on Neville’s bed and he appeared to be jotting down notes on a spare piece of parchment. “First off, Harry did a bang up job, the way Hermione was gushing, cheers mate. I tell you if Salazar knew he could do that with his haughty ‘/I can talk to snakes/’ thing, he would’ve gotten more arse. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so bitter.” Gryffindor continued. Both Harry and Hermione were so much in shock that neither one even attempted to cover their naked forms. As a matter of fact, Hermione was so shocked by the ghost’s presence, that she still had her hands around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “As for you, Hermione, you did fairly well. But there is room for improvement.”
It was this point that Gryffindor showed the two naked and sweaty teens the parchment. The page was full of crude drawings. The drawings were crude both in style (stick figures with overly large circles for boobs and something that looked like a huge cigar for ‘/Harry, Jr./’) and subject matter.
“Hey, that’s a one way exit on me, mister!” Harry shouted upon finally recognizing one particular drawing which showed what he assumed was Hermione’s index finger going into a notorious orifice in Harry’s body.
“C’mon Harry,” Gryffindor argued. “Think of it as a ‘/how’d you do/’.” The ghost decided to illustrate his argument by forming a tight “o” with his thumb and forefinger from his left hand and them promptly shoved his right forefinger into the “o.”
“THAT IS IT!” Hermione shouted. The naked witch shot up and Harry could tell that every muscle in her body was tense with rage.
“Nice shave job there love,” the specter commented as he indicated Hermione’s crotch. “I told you brainy birds are naught-”
“GET THE HELL OUT!” screamed Hermione.
“A-ha!” exclaimed Gryffindor as he waggled a finger at Hermione’s face and the goop that was silently dripping down it. “Next time turn your head, love.”
“What are you talking – ?” Hermione began to demand before she started to violently tear at her right eye. “OH SWEET BABY MAVE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!”
Obviously Harry’s ejaculate had finally seeped into one of Hermione’s eyes. She continued to howl as she started to frantically look around the room with one eye open. Harry realized she must’ve been looking for something to wash the seminal fluid out of her eye. That is when Harry decided to help her out.
He snatched his wand off of the bedside table and performed a simple Water Jet Charm at Hermione. It was supposed to be a simple charm that caused a gentle stream of water to flow from the tip of the caster’s wand. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, Harry had forgotten about his power boost. Instead of a gentle stream of water flowing from Harry’s wand tip, a rather large wave exploded out of it. The wave was at least two feet taller than Harry and not only did it knock Hermione to the floor, it also flooded the room.
“Oh, boy, this isn’t good,” Gryffindor declared and scurried out of the room, obviously afraid of Hermione’s impending wrath. “I’m out of here.”
Hermione slowly pulled herself off of the water covered floor and to her feet. Not only was she completely soaked, but her right eye was puffy and red. She took a calming breath before addressing Harry.
“I think it would be best…” she said slowly, as if she was having difficulty controlling her anger, “… if you leave this room, right now.”
“But this is my room, Hermione,” Harry said stupidly. It was stupid because Hermione felt compelled to repeat her order in a very load voice.
“LEAVE THIS ROOM, RIGHT NOW!” she snapped.
His senses finally returning to him, Harry ran like a bat out of hell out of his room. Harry didn’t stop running until he reached the safety of the Common Room. He reckoned that it would be for the best if he were to just sleep on the couch in front of the fire. It was then that he realized that he didn’t have a sheet to cover himself with, nor did he have any clothes on. He thought about conjuring some items, like some clothes, but he was afraid that because he was still unaccustomed to his power boost, he would end up conjuring a lacy and frilly sleeping gown instead of a pair of boxers. Harry sighed and spoke aloud to no one in particular: “I need some help.”
Soft popping noises alerted Harry to the presence of two house-elves, Kreacher and Dobby. Before Harry could cover his bits, the two elves commented on his nakedness.
“Master Harry Brat is more wrinkly in areas then Kreacher is,” the ancient elf cackled pointing a finger at Harry’s organ.
“I’m not wrinkly!” Harry defended himself against Kreacher’s statement.
“Harry Potter is the Greatest Wizard ever!” Dobby declared as he genuflected. “Far greater than all the Malfoys combined! Dobby had the bad fortune of dressing former masters, so’s Dobby knows what Dobby is talking about”
“I’m greater then Lucius and Draco, combined?” asked Harry to which Dobby replied by energetically nodding his head. He knew he wasn’t small, but he never thought of himself as being huge either. Harry had the decency to cover himself up with both hands before continuing. “Well, that’s good to know,” he took a great amount of masculine pride in the fact that he was more endowed then the entire male portion of the Malfoy family.
“Then again, Master Draccy was only tweelves the last times Dobby dressed him and even Dobby is greater than Master Luscius,” Dobby added. Harry’s masculine pride was suddenly shattered in a thousand pieces, Harry couldn’t imagine that Dobby was well endowed and every twelve year old is under developed. So the fact that Harry was ‘/greater than all the Malfoys combined/’ wasn’t such high praise after all. The guilt ridden House-elf punched himself in the head for insulting his former master before continuing. “Former master never made former mistress happy. Dobby always had to help finish former mistress off when former master fell asleep -”
“Okay stop right there,” Harry blurted out and he held out both of his hands if front of him as if they would shield him from the nasty image of Dobby being… intimate with Narcissa. This action, of course, exposed his bits again.
“Much more wrinkly,” Kreacher added as Dobby bowed once more to ‘/Harry, Jr./’.
“Damnit,” Harry cursed as he dropped his hands to his sides. It was pointless to try and cover himself now. “Listen, my magic’s gone all wonky and I can’t conjure anything. Could you two make me some pajamas and a bed to sleep in, please?”
Kreacher grumbled and snapped his fingers. A humble and somewhat lumpy bed appeared in front of Harry. With Dobby’s snapping fingers, Harry was clothed in a fine set of silk pajamas. Of course the words “/World Greatest Wizard/” were embroidered on the font of his shirt with an arrow underneath pointing to Harry’s crotch.
“Wills yous be needing anything else, Harry Potter sir?” Dobby asked.
“No you two can leave,” said Harry. With two pops, the House elves disappeared. Exhausted from this long and adventurous day, Harry fell asleep the moment his head touched his pillow.
“Harry, it’s time to wake up,” Hermione’s soft voice drew Harry out of his dreamless slumber. He was stunned to see that her right eye was still red and puffy-looking.
“Morning, Hermione,” Harry greeted her as he sat up. “I’m sorry about your eye.”
“It was just an accident,” Hermione began to say. She abruptly stopped speaking when she saw what was written on his shirt. “My, aren’t we confident?”
“Um, err…” Harry stammered, totally embarrassed by his shirt and hurt by Hermione’s statement. Her comment made Harry think that she believed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was unworthy of such praise.
“Well, I happen to think you are the greatest,” Hermione cooed as she slipped her petite hand down Harry’s pants and gave a good morning squeeze to ‘/Harry, Jr./’ “Especially down here.”
“Thanks,” Harry said sheepishly and he felt a blush creep into his cheeks.
“We can play later,” Hermione stated and she pulled her hand away from Harry’s member.
“Hey!” protested Harry. “You can’t just squeeze a bloke’s thing and then stop.”
“We have something to discuss,” she said gravely.
“Is it about the Horcruxes?” asked Harry.
“No, something else. Remember when you performed oral sex on me yesterday?” Hermione asked. “I told you it felt different, more intense than the first time you did it. You told me you added your love based power to your Parseltongue magic. That got me thinking and I read the segments in ‘/The Magic of Making Love/’ concerning the two acts you performed on me, using your Parselmouth abilities and ‘Pleasure Pressure Points.’ Well according to the book, the pressure point technique you used on me during the wedding should have only made me feel a little pleasure, not a mind blowing orgasm. I can assume you tapped into you love magic yesterday during the wedding?”
“Yes, I thought you needed to relax a bit,” Harry responded.
“I would like to run a little experiment concerning you love based power,” Hermione said.
Harry’s heart leapt up as well as ‘/Harry, Jr./’ at the notion of Hermione’s experiment.
“Not that type of experiment,” chuckled Hermione noticing Harry’s reaction. “I want you to perform a simple Cheering Charm on me.”
“That’s it? A Cheering Charm?” asked Harry, a little put out. He was hoping for a little romp with Hermione. “Can we do this experiment nude at least?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” Hermione said and stood up. “I want you to perform the Charm like you would normally. But don’t tap into you love core. With your power boost, there should be a fairly powerful reaction on my part.”
Harry got out of the elf-conjured bed and pointed his wand at Hermione.
“Now, wave your wand at me in a half-crescent motion, like the mouth on a smiley face and say ‘/Exhilaro// Hilaro/.’ Remember to put emphasize on the ‘/Roh/’ sound at the end.” Hermione lectured.
Harry followed her instructions and said in a loud and clear voice “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
Harry felt the charm spring from his wand and fly silently at Hermione. A bright and goofy grin appeared on Hermione’s face instantaneously as she stood in front of Harry.
“Good job, Harry!” Hermione announced. She tapped herself on the head with her own wand and said “/Finite/” and the goofy grin was gone. “Now try it again, but focus on your core, focus on loving thoughts.”
It was easy for Harry to do that, he simply recalled how he felt when he blurted out that he loved Hermione at the reception; warm, happy, and complete. He pointed his wand at Hermione once more and said “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
With a loud bang, Hermione was thrown over the couch and out of sight.
“Whoops,” Harry nervously exclaimed. “Hermione?”
To be continued.
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It was about time the useless piece of shit got to know his place in the house, it wasn’t it his wifes bed anymore that’s for sure.
It was suggested that I get the Bar-B-Q going so that we could have something quick, but simple, my wife informed me that she was going to care for Mary Jane’s little red bum and that I should open up a bottle of wine. Perhaps a half hour, maybe forty five minutes later, I can only guess, as I was on my third glass of wine, and was flipping burgers. Both girls arrived back on the outside patio deck covered only by the thin gown they had worn much earlier that morning. While we tackled our food, we partook in small talk, the topics ranging from everything to everything, but avoiding any mention of sex or the games we had been playing. It was reminiscent of the meals we had had together at any time in the past, when Mary Jane was visiting with her Aunt and Uncle.
The girls picked up afterwards, leaving me sitting alone on the deck, enjoying the sunset of what had been a very pleasant Sunday. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew , I was hearing Mary Jane calling my name “ Uncle Bobby, Uncle Bobby Auntie wants to know if you would like to have a glass of Port and one of your cigars to finish the day off” . Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I was greeted with the view of my lovely niece standing in front of me her gown untied, hanging almost completely open on her young naked body. I drew a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of a freshly washed body as I tried to fathom if I was dreaming or not. Then my wonderful niece leaned forward and touched me gently, her two breasts slipping from the covering of the gown, almost dropping out into my lap, I knew then I was not dreaming.
Mary Jane repeated “ Uncle Bobby , Auntie wants to know if you would like a glass of Port and one of your cigars served to you out here on the deck ” as she closed in on me and placed a kiss on my forehead, enveloping my face with her freshly washed, golden locks of hair. Coming to my senses I responded in the affirmative, indicating that I thought that would be a wonderful way to finish the day off, my mind thinking however, if I could only get it up I could pull her naked body down and split her in two as I screwed her royally. I did however raise my hand to grab hold of her hanging tits, but before I made contact, Mary Jane moved. She placed her hands under my chin and brought our mouths together, she mashed her soft lips against mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The sensation was just ecstatic, for a moment she flicked the tip of her tongue against mine, then she broke off, straightened her body and told me she would be back.
My heart was pounding, my cock was throbbing, and I was left gasping for breath, watching her walk away and disappear into the house. It was perhaps fifteen minutes later, enough time to have allowed me to calm down and have my body functions resume their natural order, when both girls came back out on to the deck. They were still wearing the little gowns; neither of them had bothered to tie it closed, so there was a large quantity of flesh exposed as they strolled around. My wife was carrying the bottle of Port, with three glasses, Mary Jane appeared to be holding the large table lighter, so I assumed she had the cigar. I watched as they walked, well it looked like they were strutting on a cat walk, pretending to be models, I guess, any way they worked their bodies to the best of their abilities, keeping my attention fixed on their movements.
My wife placed the glasses on the table and poured a good serving of my favourite port into the three of them. She took the cigar from Mary Jane and proceeded to clip the end with the utmost of exoticism as she could possibly muster. I cringed , thinking just how dangerous she might be if she got the cigar cutter close to my manhood. Suddenly a humorous thought came to mind; after all I was circumcised, as I visualized a bunch of women doctors undertaking the task of clipping a newborn male, using this particular device. My wife must have assumed I was smiling as a result of her actions rather than my thoughts for she immediately added a bit more flair in her actions. Once the cigar had been trimmed, she wet it between her lips, then reached out and passed it over Mary Jane’s lips. My wife then put it to her mouth as Mary Jane, brought the lighter up and struck it open. I watched as my wife delicately pulled on the cigar, bringing it to life with a hot red ember at the opposite end. She lifted her head and allowed the inhaled smoke to flow out of her mouth in almost perfectly formed circles.
Once my wife was satisfied the cigar was drawing properly, she again reached over to Mary Jane, she slipped the gown from Mary Jane’s shoulders, allowing it to fall to the deck, baring her completely. She placed a glass of Port Mary Jane’s hand, and then let her own gown slip from her shoulders to the deck. Both naked nymphs then moved over to me, Mary Jane handing me the glass of Port, my wife bending to place a kiss on my lips, at the same time exhaling her drawn smoke into my mouth. Once she withdrew I was handed the burning cigar and kissed on the head. My naked girls then retrieved a glass filled with dark red port and retreated to the small deck swing and settled themselves, comfortably, Mary Jane stretched side ways, and her head coming to rest on my wife chest.
The three of us sat there not saying a word, but enjoying the evening sunset in the best of ways. While I sipped on my Port , drawing sweet tobacco fumes from my cigar, I watched these two naked girls , my wife constantly, lovingly I guess you would say stroking her niece. She had begun delicately her fingers slipping through those beautiful long golden stands of hair, and then had moved to caress Mary Jane’s shoulders, allowing her long feminine fingers to roam over the top of her chest. In the silence of the evening I was sure that I could tell the difference in Mary Jane’s breathing pattern, as my wife allowed her roaming fingers to descend down over the two lovely firm breasts. There was no doubting the emission of a sharp gasp on Mary Jane’s part, when my wife fingers glided over her taught nipples.
It is with regret that I am having difficulty trying to put this erotic scene into hard copy, written words. I was treated to the most erotic interaction that I had ever witnessed. This beautiful young lady like creature stretched out before me, lying prone on the naked body of a more mature naked female. The more mature hands gliding over the upper potion of her body, down over the soft coating of fuzzy blond hairs on her arms, slipping around and under the globe of her soft mounds, running up and over her now protruding nipples. The hands roamed over her chest up and around her neck, back down on to her shoulders and thence along her arms. My wife bent her head placing gently kisses all over her face, coming to rest on her soft lips, where they lingered in a strong embrace.
The young body responding, jerking, arching upwards to meet the caressing hands, the neck stretched as her face sought the multitude of kisses. The one leg set on the deck pushing down, forcing the couple in the swing to rock gently back and forth. I watched trying hard to imagine that I was one of those mature female hands, my long slim fingers, touching all this hot flesh, squeezing, pinching, manipulating, in an attempt to draw as much passion from the young body as possible. I drew slowly on my cigar, inhaling the aroma of the tobacco, savoring it a few minutes, and then exhaling as I continued to watch my wife play with her girl toy.
My cock was now straining at my pants, tenting them upwards, as it increased in size. I watched as the hands moved lower down on to Mary Jane’s body, rotating over her stomach, hesitating at where I guessed was her cute little belly button. Then the hands moved back up and over her tits, creating the same pattern as before. These actions were repeated several times, finally causing Mary Jane to lift her right leg high and drape her foot over the back of the swing seat opening her nether regions to conquest. The movement was not lost on my wife, as she followed , moving her right arm down over Mary Jane’s stomach, and continued pushing down between those lovely muscular thighs.
My wife however did not tardy there, she retreated from that wonderful place, moving back up, continuing to follow the pattern she had set at the beginning. I was sure I heard Mary Jane utter words of despair, but I was not close enough to be sure. She did however raise her head seeking contact with my wife’s mouth. Once the contact was made, I noticed that she moved her left leg as far as she could, spreading herself as wide as the sitting arrangement would permit, most likely in anticipation of my wife’s next forage.
I had not quite finished my glass of port nor had I noticed that the girl’s glasses lay at their feet empty on the deck, but indeed it seemed that they had downed theirs much quicker than I. This perhaps had given them a buzz that was allowing them to perform such a sensuous scene in front of me. The deck lights had come on illuminating their activity in such a way that either of the next door neighbours would have a striking view if they decided to take the time to look over our way.
Mary Jane still not having managed to have my wife to comply with her desire adjusted her body just ever so, allowing her to turn her head to bring one of my wife’s tits to her mouth so that she could suckle it. It was easy to tell that Mary Jane had scored a point, for my wife let out a yelp and flexed her own body. She then conceded and slipped her hand down from Mary Jane’s breast, over her stomach, leaving it to find a position between her legs. I assumed that my wife began stroking Mary Jane’ bare sex, as I could see her jerking her bottom in nice slow movements. My wife appeared to reach further in to the folds of Mary Jane’s thighs, seemingly reaching to touch Mary Jane’s sensitive back hole which caused her body to stiffen immediately.
The gentle stroking, or what I believed was gentle stroking continued for some time, my wife alternating the distance that she moved her hand, suggesting that she was caressing both of Mary Jane’s holes with equal tenderness. In the mean time my wife’s left hand continued to play with Mary Jane’s tits, covering both of them in the absence of her right hand. Mary Jane appeared to be searching for milk, judging the manner in which she was concentrating on my wife breast. How long they provided me with such a delicious display, I do not know, but usually I can enjoy one of my cigars for up to an hour, before I get down to that last quarter inch. I had not quite arrived at that point when suddenly Mary Jane moved both of her legs, bending them back right up to her chest, squeezing her breasts close to her body. My wife’s arm was seized between Mary Jane’s thighs, held in position while she bucked wildly, letting go of my wife’s tits and screaming all kinds of words without a care as to how loud her vocalization actually was.
It was at this point that I spurted into my pants, sending my cum seeping into the material to create a very large tell tale wet spot. I had just taken the last puff on my cigar, the timing could not have been better if it had been planned, after all , all good things do come to an end. I just let my body go and sunk comfortably into the deck chair, while I watched Mary Jane climax, it was an amazing final?o the day’s events. Finally she lowered her legs back down in a more normal position, allowing my wife to get her arm back. Once this happened my wife eased Mary Jane from her body and laid her out on the swing alone to recuperate. She wandered over to me and offering me the fingers of the hand that had been used to bring Mary Jane off. Inhaling the sweet scent of the young nymph, I took my wife fingers and licked them clean.
My wife then told me that was all I was going to get tonight, it was high time I turned in anyway as I had to go to work. Then to my anguish she informed me that since Mary Jane had no classes the next day, she would be staying over and they would be sleeping together so I should not expect company in bed. I started to object, to complain, to whine and whimper , telling my wife I could call in sick , telling her I wanted to have a part in their games, but she was adamant, I was to go to bed alone.
As I was still a bit agitated I spent a bit more time in the shower, making certain that all my body parts were squeaky clean in case the girls changed their minds. It took a long time to fall asleep, my mind kept wondering what if any activity was taking place out on the deck, or in the guestroom where no doubt the girls were going to sleep, if they were going to sleep. I cannot now recall the dreams I may have had that night, but if they were any thing like the scenes that had occurred over the weekend , I would say I dreamt fairly well. I do not recall much after hitting the bed but I do remember being rudely awaken.
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A man becomes enraged at the town tomboy out doing his son. He hatches a plan to get rid of her.
I’m addicted to sucking cock
I live out in the middle of no were my closest neighbor lives 5 miles down the road, but I’m not complaining
living in a nice cozy house by myself I’m able to do as I please. In fact this allowed me to hide my secret
better. See I have 36 D boobs, round ass, slender body, long wavy brown hair, and ice blue eyes. Only
problem is not only do I have a pussy I also have a 9in dick. Every since I can remember I have always been
very very horny and have to find new ways to pleasure myself.
Chapter 1
I had just got home from stopping in town to stock up on food and other thing to be prepared for the
winter. The only problem was my dick was hard as a rock and my pussy was so wet my panties were
soaked. I was barely able to put the food away before I ran to my room striping as I went. I fell back onto
my bed rubbing my dick, “Mmmmmmmmmmm soooo gooood.” I reached over to my night stand and
grabbed my dildo and shoved it into my pussy. “Oooooo mmmmmmmm.” I was so close when someone
started bounding on my door I jumped up without thinking and ran to the door undressed and with my dick
as hard as a rock. Just as I opened the door a man fell forward onto me unconscious. After a moments
shock I pulled him into my house and dragged onto the recliner. I ran back to my room grabbed my robe
and some clothes for the unconscious soaked man. Sometime after I changed his clothes and put a
blanket on him I ended up falling asleep. But when I woke up I was in my room, on my bed unable to
move. Then I heard a man, “so you finally woke up. Good now I can have some real fun.”
I gasped as I felt my dildo turn onto high in my pussy. “Please stop why are you doing this?!” the man
grabbed my dick and laughed as I could hold back a moan. “ it seems your little friend thinks otherwise. As
does your pussy look how wet u r.” my hand started to move on its own and when I looked I screamed
there was a tentacle like appendage wrapped around it. “Now now shhh.” Then one of the tentacles was
pushed into my mouth blocking my scream. I jolted when I felt my hand placed on my pussy, but what
shocked me the most was how wet I was and that’s when I lost all fight and all I wanted was to have one
of the tentacles in my pussy. The dildo was pulled out of my pussy. “mmmmmm” I moaned around the
tentacle in my mouth. “good you are ready.” Next thing I knew the tentacle that was in my mouth pulled out
and rapped around my dick stroking it slowly, and then something huge was be pushed into my pussy.
“OOOO GOD STOP IT’S TO BIG!!!! Stop please it hurts stop.” “Just relax my pet I will bring to such pleaser
you won’t know what to do.” he grabbed my hand and had me feel his dick as it entered me inch by inch.
“MMMMMMM Uhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm.” Sure enough the pain was gone and I just wanted to be
fucked and the man did just that he started to ram into. “MORE FASTER GOOOOODDDDDDDDD. OOOO
IMMMM CUMMING.” My dick erupted and let jet after jet of cum out and my pussy clamped down on the
monster inside of me. I almost passed out from the mare bliss of it all. Then I felt a tentacle push into my
ass, “Nooo more I cant take it……SOOOOO GOOOD…no….plz stop no more…..” I was going crazy as the
monster worked its magic on both of my holes. This went on for days and each time the monster/man
came my stomach would extend a lil more. I lost track of how many times I cam and sometime during it all
I passed out. When I woke up the man was running his hand over my extended stomach. I will be back in
2 weeks time to see how my slave and babies are doing. I wanted to reach out to him but I was too weak
and blacked out again. A few hours later I woke up rubbing my stomach, “im going to be a mommy.” I
slowly sat up and as I did I felt my babies move around inside of me which made me very very horny. As
slowly made my way to my bathroom to shower I left a trail of my juices. As I stepped into the shower I
collapsed in orgasmic pleasure and for some reason I wasn’t able to stop cumming. “oooo god
no……more…..cant…..stop….someone….” then I saw a picture in my mind that told me what to do. I
forced myself to sit up and I pulled myself up into a squatting position and as I did I felt something start to
come out. i felt no pain just pleasure. I reached down and felt something hard like an egg start to push its
way farther out of my pussy as I gave a small push “mmmmmmm soooo goooooood…..it’s out finally.” But
I wasn’t able to rest as another one made its way out and then another one and another one. There were
10 all together and as the last one came out I fell over exhausted.
after a while a sat up in a daze and made my way to the kitchen made my self some food and after eating i
walked back into the bathroom and gathered the eggs and brought them to me bed. “You all are good
babies you gave mommy lots of pleasure didnt you. i cant wait till you all hatch.”
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You were the quiet chick that sat across the room. Now you are moaning loudly under me.
Watching
By Blueheatt
___I was very young…. I’m Jan. I had a growing figure and my tits were now full and perky. I was happy with my body, and boys liked it too. (…and…well let’s just say some girls did too.)
I had let my reddish brown hair grow long. It went to my waist. Boys liked to play with it and I got attention from it.
My brother Chuck was 16, and love to try to feel me up, once and while….well…..let’s just say sometimes…. (I would let him!)
He had the bedroom next to mine. I would hear him sometimes when he had his girlfriends over, and mom or dad was not home. The sounds made me wet.
I discovered if I opened my sliding closet door quietly, I could hear real good. That’s when I discovered the secret panel. I saw a trickle of light around it.
Someone had put in a pass thru sliding panel in that closet. I came home from school one day and no one was home. I went to my closet and slid open the panel. It opened into my brothers bedroom.
It was narrow but just enough for a person to pass thru. I looked and you could see my brothers bed perfect. I thought, wow, and all the things I could see now.
I stepped thru and I was in my brothers bedroom. The pass way was at one end of a bookshelf and my brother only kept some shoes on the floor there. No wonder I could hear so well. The panel was very thin. I went back into my room and closed the panel, which was silent when it slid closed. I checked when I had it open just a crack.
I could see just about everything in his room. I got excited just thinking about all the things I might see. My brother making out with his girlfriend, watching him jack off or anything else that went on in there. Oh my god…his computer!
I bet there was porn on it and who knows what else. He kept his door locked when he wasn’t home. I had about an hour until mom or him would be home. I stepped thru the panel again and carefully looked around. I looked for hidden places to see what I could find. That’s when I found a folder hidden behind the book shelf.
I opened it up and there were all pictures of my mom…naked. Some had been cummed on. I realized mom had to have let him take those pictures! Her face was blocked out, but I know my mom, and it was her. The clothes and a little scar on her shoulder verified that.
I was shocked and quickly put the folder back into hiding, exactly where it was. I returned to my room and closed the panel. Wow, dad would go crazy if he knew this was going on.
Dad worked in the field and was gone on location for weeks at a time. He was like never home. Mom must have gotten lonely and started something with my brother is guess. All this was a new turn on for me I got excited about what my mom and brother were doing. Were they touching each other? Were they fucking!….oh my god…my pussy was getting wet thinking about all this. Now that I could see in his room, I wonder what I might get to see going on between mom and Chuck.
I wanted to masturbate right now, as the thoughts were making me so hot. Where was my boyfriend Sean when I need him! I had just put my hands in my panties to feel me when I heard mom come in the front door down stairs.
I quick rubbed my clit fast and got a little orgasm, to hold me over till tonight. I loved to masturbate, and with my girlfriend Tara, too. We loved to masturbate each other during sleepovers, but Sean’s fingers were the hottest. Oh my god! Tara, I had to tell her about my find! Sleepovers may be getting real hot now if Chuck is doing something in his bedroom!
I called her and filled her in. (“he jacked off on pictures of your mom!”) she said. She said that news made her so hot too, she wanted to sleepover that night. I set it up with mom, who didn’t care at all.
I looked at my mom differently now. Such a beautiful woman, I couldn’t blame her for wanting attention from a male. She was use to that starting as a little girl. I was just dying to know how far her and Chuck had taken their attraction to each other. I knew about the pictures for sure, but what else? Seeing the cum on her pictures told me Chuck wanted to have sex with her, but had he? I decided to just ‘observe’ things. Tara came over and I showed her everything, as Chuck was gone to a game. That night we masturbated each other and she ask me again if she could lick my pussy. I always turned her down, but we were both so turned on I just whispered: (“ oh…. go ahead”) I liked the way Sean did it to me, but Tara was different, and she knew just how to do it. It was hot and exciting as I felt her tongue on my clit. This was all very secret and we agreed never to tell anyone. We both had very hot climaxes and I kinda wanted to …well…to return the favor?….maybe next time. We planned if anything hot happened in Chucks room we would finger each other later. I thought…(maybe then I would …lick her clit…just a little.)
I started to notice little things I just never paid attention to before. Chuck sliding his arm against mom’s ass as he walked by her. She would slightly smile. Smells of my mom’s perfume in Chuck’s room. Late night little noises coming from mom’s bedroom. Was Chuck in his room?…or hers….now I would know!
I waited for something to happen in Chuck’s room…..nothing. Night after night, nothing. I think they were using mom’s bedroom to do whatever. Finally I heard noises one night. I quietly opened my door a crack. They were coming from mom’s bedroom, and dad was out of town again. Now was my chance to see if Chuck was in his bed. I slid the panel back so careful and slow. No Chuck in his bed. I closed the panel and went back to my door. I could hear moaning just slightly. Oh my god, they were fucking!…
I was suppose to be spending the night a Tara’s house that night. She called me late and said she couldn’t, so I just played on the internet and went to bed early. I never told mom the sleepover was canceled, as her and Chuck had gone somewhere. I awoke to sounds from Chuck’s room. I listened for a while and then went to take a look thru the panel. I quietly slid it back and looked thru the crack. Oh my god! There stood mom and Chuck kissing! He was naked and mom had on a long robe. My pussy started almost dripping right then. I watched them feel each other up and Chuck removed her robe. My heart was banging away, I was afraid they might hear it. Chuck felt my mom’s tits as she moaned and felt his big dick. My finger found it’s way to my clit with out me even thinking about it. My legs were jittery. Chuck reached over and flipped off the light. SHIT!…I couldn’t see a thing. I waited and listened to them moan and breathe hard. I heard mom saying: (“oh baby…yes…you make mommy feel so good…make mommy happy…”) Then I heard the distinct sounds of them fucking big time. My finger was wet and rubbing my clit fast. I was about to cum with them. Then they stopped. I heard movement and then Chuck turned on a little night light. Yeaaa!…I said to my self. Now I could see some things. Mom was on her back and Chuck was lifting her legs up. He began to lick her pussy. I was disparate for air as my pussy tingled bad. My brother was licking my mom’s pussy. I almost felt faint watching them and hearing them was making me so very light headed. I steadied my self and kept watching as my fingers were working my pussy real good. I sure couldn’t moan, and I was hotter that I could ever remember. I watched as he climbed on mom and put his dick in her. I orgasmed right then….oh god!… and my knees went weak. I could only moan in my head. God this is sexy to watch! I kept rubbing my pussy for more. Tara is gonna die when I tell her! I decided not to ever tell Sean about this, if it ever got out I’d just die. Chuck began to slowly fuck mom and I watched her legs wrap around him. I was gasping for air.
I watched my brother slowly fuck my mom and mom began to moan and kept calling him ‘oh baby’. My brother seemed to know just how she liked it and he kept pushing his dick in her deep. She talked to him quietly…”oh baby yes…deep for mom…that’s it deep, deep…I want to feel your hot cum fill me…oh yes!…make mommy cum good”… She started to get louder and fucking her hips with him as they speeded up and started breathing heavy together… My brother started moaning in pulses. Saying: “oh …oh…oh,.. Oh…mom…it’s …it’s…cuming…oh god yes.” She knew he was about to cum and grabbed him and shook hard as he gave out with a long moan and drove his dick in her as deep as he could. They both moaned together at he shot her pussy full of his cum, over and over. I could see his cum overflowing between her legs as she shook and squirmed. They both gasp for breath and they moaned together and jumped at the spasms jolting them. I had climaxed big as my body was cuming with them during this. My wet fingers were trembling in my pussy. I sunk to my knees as my body went weak. I felt exhausted as I stumbled back into my room. I laid down panting for air.
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I saw Tara the next day at school. She saw my smile and knew something had happened. I tried to tell her, but I couldn’t explain it, there were no words to describe it. She knew it was big, and made plans to do sleepovers until she could watch it too.
We figured Monday night they would do it again, dad out of town again, we’d do a fake sleepover with me supposedly gone. I talked to her on my cell phone in my room, and it was all set.
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* Note:
Chuck listened at the panel to all their plans. They never once thought that he could hear and watch them too. He set a trap for the two little spy’s. He needed to get them together and make sure they never talked about what Jan saw. His digital camera held the leverage he needed when two little girls decided to lick each others pussy’s.
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Sunday night Tara slept over at my house. We were both excited at what was going to happen tomorrow night. When we went to bed we talked and I tried to describe to her what all I saw. We got ourselves all hot and decided to masturbate each other. Instead of side by side, Tara went to 69 and did it that way. She knew since I let her lick me once, she’d just do it again. I didn’t resist, in fact I had the desire to lick her for the first time. We were both so hot she went for my clit with her tongue. I squirmed and moaned quietly. I looked at her pussy. I wanted to lick it, so I just did. She went wild and so did I. We had to be quiet, and it was very hard as we moaned in our muffled mouths. I loved it, making her feel as good as I did licking her little clit. We licked till we both had big orgasms and panted how great that was.
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* Chuck’s camera made no noise, no flash as he clicked away thru the little panel opening. He quietly closed the panel and downloaded the pictures on his computer. He found the one that showed both their faces all wet with pussy juice and tongues licking away. He printed out one picture quietly.
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Tara and I played late that night, with new things to try. I told her that watching Chuck and mom was the hottest thing I ever masturbated to. She wanted us to masturbate each other when we watch them. I loved that idea and agreed.
Monday
I couldn’t concentrate in school my mind was on tonight. I was wet all day it seemed like. I saw Tara and she too was turned on about tonight. She always had the hots for Chuck, she liked the sports type. That evening we acted normal as we got ready for me to do a sleep over at Tara’s house. Mom was happy too as her and Chuck would be alone in the house. Tara and I waited until mom went somewhere and I left her a note saying ‘see ya tomorrow’. Tara and I closed my door and left the light off, and started our quiet evening of waiting. I heard some talking in mom’s bedroom, and giggling. I hope they don’t fuck in there, we won’t get to see a thing. It was quiet a while and then we hear some moaning from Chuck’s room. Oh god, it was happening! Tara and I got naked and rubbed our pussy a little anticipating the up and coming fucking between Chuck and mom. We got in position, fingers in each others pussy’s. I quietly inched open the panel.
Chuck was just waiting for me….Chuck’s fingers slid in and opened the panel wide open!
We screeched as he grabbed both of us and pulled us into his room. We gasp for breath as I could barely speak…”What are you doing Chuck!” He had a big smile and said: “Catching two little spies!…now sit down on the bed!”….Tara and did quickly, we were both naked!. and we tried to cover our over our tits and pussy’s. Our hearts were throbbing with them beating so fast. We were caught and caught good.
Now what was he going to do to us!
“You two little shits have been spying on me! Now your NOT going to ever say anything about what you saw!” We nodded big and said ’oh no, never, never’…we were so scared, we both almost peed. He reached in his desk, and pulled out a picture and held it face down. “To make damn sure you keep your little mouth’s shut, I have a picture you wouldn’t want shown all over school, or shown to MOM and DAD!” We wondered WTF he could be talking about. He smiled big at us and lifted up the picture.
Tara yelped! I yelled something in shock. There it was, Tara and I in the middle of licking each others pussy’s. Our mouth’s remained open as we looked. We both started to beg at the same time…’oh god Chuck, don’t ever let anyone see that!…our parents would…oh shit…PLEASE let us have that and we’ll never ever ever spy on you again. I turned on the tears and Tara joined me. We’re (sniff) sorry Chuck, we were just having some fun…we didn’t mean to make you mad at us….
Chuck just sat there smiling, letting us beg and suffer. When he figured we had suffered enough he held up the picture and started tearing it in half. Then quarters, then ripped it up into little pieces. He put the pieces in his ashtray and lit them as we watch them burn up. We gave out a big sigh, and I said: “Oh god Chuck, we can’t thank you enough, we’ll never peek thru that panel ever again.” He said: “I don’t trust you guys. I could nail it shut, but I have a better idea. I have a bunch of pictures of you guys on disk, hidden away from here. They will stay hidden as long at you girls…ahh…’cooperate‘ shall we say?” We said: “Oh yes, we’ll do what ever you say.” Now he had an evil smile on his face, and looked at us all naked. He said: “Here’s the deal. I’ll let you watch mom and I do our thing, but I want to watch you guys play lick my pussy and just one more thing. When I want one or both of you to come and …’keep me company’ , you’ll do it. Get it?” Tara smiled at me and we agreed. Tara already had the hots for Chuck, and Chuck I knew he had the hots for me, so it looked like a win/win deal. He said:” Mom is next door and she will be coming in this room later. You guys can watch all you want, but not a FUCKING sound…Ok?” We happily nodded yes! “I’ll fix the panel so you see better by putting some see thru stuff in front of it. Now rub your pussy’s for me and then get out.” We stood up and rubbed away and he watched us. This was a kind of turn on and Tara like showing off for him. She wiggled her butt and pushed her tits up. I couldn’t let her get all the attention and I pushed my pussy out and rubbed it all sexy like. Chuck smiled and said to get back to my room. We dashed thru the panel door as he began to hide the panel, to where it was open more. Tara and I laid on my bed holding our hearts in relief.
I finally got up and closed my closet door so we could have total privacy. We turned out the lights and returned to thinking about Chuck and mom getting it on. Mom thought I was sleeping over at Tara’s and so we whispered and kept quiet. Later we heard mom come in the door downstairs and start up the stairs. We listened as she entered Chucks room. We heard little moans.
Tara and I quietly opened my closet door, then the panel door a crack and took a peek. Chuck had a thin camouflage curtain up and we could open up the panel door quietly all the way. He had also moved his night light so his bed was lit up dim. Tara put her finger in my pussy as I did hers. We watched all excited.
Mom and Chuck were standing up and kissed first, and felt each other up. He turned her so we could see his hands feel her tits and pussy. We were getting wet as we watched him put on a show for us. He would wink at us at times. Mom didn’t know anything as she was breathing so hard and feeling his dick. He slowly peeled off her robe and went down and licked her pussy. Mom looked so hot naked. She had big tits and a full bush, hot legs and such a good figure. Mom held his head and panted as she rubbed her pussy on his face. She whispered: (….”oh my god baby…oh baby….your tongue feels so good in mom. Keep that up baby….make mom feel good again“….)
She had this wonderful look on her face I’ll never forget…pure contentment. Tara got on her knees quietly and started to lick my pussy while putting two fingers in it. I couldn’t moan! I felt her tongue circle my clit, oh god, I had to stop her or get us caught by making moaning sounds.
My brother stood up and picked mom up and laid her on his bed. Tara and I started feeling us up and it got real hot in that closet. We joined them in the feel up part. We even kissed together to really get into it what they were feeling. We watched as Chuck kissed mom over and over as mom moaned and gasp for breath. Her legs went wide waiting for him to put his dick in her. He teased her a little, just to make her hotter. She moaned and squirmed and whispered: (“..oh baby…put it in mom…go ahead…now!”)
He winked at us as mom’s head was blocked and couldn’t see us. We watched him put his dick in her waiting pussy…She went wild, pulling on him and putting her arms around his neck tightly. I’d never seen mom act this way, out of control acting like an animal and making sounds like desperate lust. My pussy was dripping in Tara’s mouth as she licked me. The sounds alone made us so hot, I finally had to lick Tara’s pussy. I stood her up and I went down to lick her. We glanced sideways at mom and brother fucking like to caged animals, moaning and starting to make those getting ready to cum sounds. Mom was almost crying with pleasure, calling out: “Oh baby fuck mom!…argg…FUCK MOM!…,oh oh oh oh Oh Oh OH eeeeee YESSSS!”…..
They came together, banging the bed against the wall, thrashing themselves together in a glorious cuming climax. I squirted a little and so did Tara. She soaked my face in her hot juices, as my pussy dripped my juices on the floor, my pussy had soaked my hand as I shook and thrusted it in my pussy. I had an over the top climax. Tara’s legs went weak and sank to the floor as she kissed me over and over. We shakily moved back into my room, legs so weak. Mom and brother were still both moaning and jumping in the aftermath. I quietly closed the panel door. Tara grabbed a towel and we slowly dried us off with shaking hands.
We crawled in my bed holding each other and fell asleep, locked together. Mom and brother laid holding each other all night.
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The next day, Tara and I acted like we just got back from sleeping at Tara’s house. Mom was still asleep. Chuck was in his room also. We took a shower together, (for the first time) and started washing each other….that was hot.
We messed around all day, but that night late….the panel opened and in walks Chuck. “How was that my little spies?” he said. We told him how hot it made us and thanked him for the thrill. He told us that mom just went to bed and in one hour to come to his room, and went back to his room. I got a hot shot in my stomach as to what he might have us do. Tara smiled and hoped to have sex with him. I had never had sex with my brother and it made me excited, but the risk was giving me the jitters. Chuck had other ideas….
In one hour, we opened the panel and stepped through. Chuck was sitting in his chair naked.
He told us to be quiet and lay on his bed, in a 69 position. Tara giggled and I was not sure about all this. He told us to start licking while he watched. We closed our eyes and went at it. I was really exciting in two ways. Being watched by my brother and wondering if he wanted to have sex with me, or Tara or ….both? He got up from his chair, stroking his dick as we licked us and sucked our clits making us hot. He walked over and got close. We got more excited with the tension. Tara was making me want to cum bad and the same for her. Then Chuck whispered for us to sit up, side by side. Our hearts were beating fast, as we took a deep breath. He leaned over to us and said, “Start sucking this.”
OMG…..Tara and I had never sucked a dick before. We looked at each other and Tara started first. I joined in licking him. We played with his balls and now I was really getting turned on by this. We both got to going with it then he said to start fingering each other pussy’s. We gladly did and now we were really hot. He took Tara’s hand and mine and had us stroke his dick, while we sucked him. We both started moaning as we fingered and sucked, I really was turned on by this and we both wanted him to cum. He started to moan, we both put our lips on his big head and waited for his cum. I moaned as I had a big climax as did Tara when he shot in both our open mouths and on our faces. Wow, he shot a lot as our faces were covered with his cum. It jolted us and him as we all moaned as quiet as we could.
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Tara and I went back to my room, Tara started licking Chuck’s cum off my face, I got major tingles and did the same to her. We had just had the most intense climaxes of our life, and our pussy’s were still tingling. The licking of our faces was making us so hot, we laid down and licked every drop we could find on us. We both wished we had Chuck’s dick in us to feel that mega cum he shot in our mouths and faces. We couldn’t wait till he called us in his room again. I now had the hots for my brother bad. Tara started feeling my pussy as she told me how she wanted Chuck’s dick in her. This just made us hot all over again. We turned 69 and began to lick each others clits and pussy’s. We came fast and closed our eyes and pictured Chuck licking us.
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We planned another sleep over and I… just happened… to tell Chuck the day. He smiled at me and pulled me to him. Our hands were all over us quick. I gasp and was not expecting a major feel up from him or me. I couldn’t believe I was feel up my own brother. It was shaking me up as my heart raced and I gulped down more air. He felt my wet pussy and then turned me around and laughed and pushed me out of his room! That little tease! …grrrrr….time to tease back!
I started in on him. At dinner I would rub my ass against him, brush my hand against him close to his dick. I was having major fun copping feels behind my mom’s back. He was a little shocked, but was turned on by it, I could tell by the way he would take a deep breath afterwards. The funny part was him and my mom were doing it too! I watched their hands take little feels when they thought I wasn’t looking. Poor Chuck was getting felt from two of us now, and it was my turn to just…smile at him. We both were now getting so hot for each other as it was growing.
I would picture in my mind him cuming on Tara and I while I masturbated to intense cums myself. I peeked at him one night when I heard some noises from his room. I watched him holding a pair of my panties he swiped!, then jacking off after smelling them. He shot about a foot in air as he gowned. I knew he was thinking about fucking me, and it made so hot, I orgasmed watching him.
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It was Friday night. Tara’s night to sleep over. Mom would be out late playing bingo.
We waited for Chuck to open the panel door. Finally it opened and he motioned for us come in his room. He smiled at me with a devils grin. He felt my tits and whispered: (“you can just watch.”)
Grrrrr…he was going to fuck Tara and make me just watch! I sat in his chair and gave him dirty looks. I finally started rubbing my pussy as he started slowly taking off Tara’s panties.
Chuck smiled at me watching and rubbing my pussy while he slowly undressed Tara. They kissed real hot and felt their body’s. He laid her on his bed, opened up her legs wide and began to lick her clit. Tara was in heaven and moaned and squirmed. Chuck kept looking over and grinning at me. The ultimate tease.
Then he stood up and came over and stood me up. He kissed me so passionately and I kissed him back in shock. For the first time our tongues met and we both gasp for air. He felt my tits and wet pussy and led me to his bed. He had me lay on top of Tara face to face with her. He had both our legs wide open as he started putting his dick in Tara and them me, back and forth. He was going to fuck both of us!
Tara and I got so hot we were kissing, moaning and feeling our tits. He kept it up until we all were panting and going to cum.
Tara and I both moaned and started cuming hard, feeling both of ourselves cuming was a very hot turn on. Her breathing and feeling me cum was making us cum even harder, along with my brothers dick going in and out of us. She squeezed my tits hard as I had reached down and fingered both our clits. We kissed as we hit the peak and rubbed our pussy‘s together. I don’t know which of us Chuck came in first, but we got a big load of his cum in both our pussy’s. We were a warm pile of shaking people, all kinds of moaning came out of all of us. Chuck was not expecting this, and held us both tight, as his cum dripped out of my pussy and onto Tara‘s. I couldn’t help but shake…pause…and shake some more. My pussy was squeezing his dick each time he stuck it in me, and Tara’s pussy squeezed him too. We laid there letting the spasms continue, which seemed like forever.
My head was spinning, and my heart couldn’t get enough air. Feeling Tara climax as I held her, and her holding me as I climaxed, was over the top when he dual fucked us. Chuck’s weight and heat was a hot turn on for us. It drove Tara’s and my body together and mashed our nipples tightly together…no wonder I kept spasaming. We all just lay there, Chuck still switching his dick from my pussy, to Tara‘s and then back.
He finally rolled off of us…but Tara and I continued to hold each other till the last spasm left us.
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Chuck completely changed. He couldn’t have been nicer to us. Mom played bingo 2 nights a week, we planned another 3 some for one of those nights, but there was something I wanted.
I now wanted to fuck my brother privately one on one bad and I told him so. He held me tight and kissed me so hot and said he to wanted to also, real bad, so we planned a night to do it. Mom kept him busy fucking her every chance she got. All I could do was watch and masturbate hearing them fuck and moan from the panel door. I did a lot of sleepovers at Tara’s house to get away from it. Chuck and our special night wasn’t happening.
Tara and I had great cums together, but I wanted Chuck bad. Mom stopped going to bingo and there went our 3 somes also. Chuck whispered to me in the hall and told me how bad he wanted me. We snuck a hot kiss, and felt us up right there, while mom was downstairs. Finally we decided to sneak a night and do it quietly with mom home.
Her bedroom was right across from ours and she was a light sleeper. That night Chuck came into my room thru the panel door. Our hearts were beating so fast as we immediately went into a kissing frenzy from having to wait so long. He whispered: (“..Jan…I have to have you or go crazy….I can’t stand it anymore.”) Still standing he dropped to his knees and ran his hands up my night gown and pulled down my panties and started licking my pussy. I ran my fingers thru his hair and my pussy jumped each time he licked my clit.
We quietly laid down on my bed in a 69 position and I wanted his dick all to myself. His dick was so warm in my mouth, It made my pussy shiver with delight. I took my time feeling and licking his balls and suppressing my little moans. He lifted my one leg and pushed his tongue in deep and licked me so good, I orgasmed and a little squirt of my pussy juice squirted on his tongue. He and I both moaned
(…‘oh my god… that was so hot!’) I put his dick in my mouth as far as I could get it.
* Chuck thought: “To have 2 young hot girls and a woman to fuck all the time…life is good.”
That’s when my bedroom light came on.
There stood mom in shock. Chuck quick jumped up and started talk fast to her. She just glared at me. Chuck tried to take all the blame as mom wasn’t listening at all. Chuck pulled her out of my bedroom and closed my door. I wet my self some, it scared me that bad. I heard mom yelling something. Time stopped while I waited for mom to come in my room and lecture me. After a long time, my door opened and Chuck came in.
Chuck had told her that I knew that they were having sex together. He said later mom settled down and that she didn’t want to stop having sex with Chuck. Chuck told her they would keep on if she ignored him and I. They agreed and acted like normal and the usual.
I gulped….. with that news my heart finally stopped pounding. Chuck smiled and he kissed me, starting all over with our date to finally have private sex.
Mom went back to her room and shut the door. Now Chuck and I looked in each other eyes and we melted together in our arms. His warm hands felt my body as I felt is growing dick. He felt my tits so firm my pussy spasmed. Chuck turned the lights down low as his hands felt so warm sliding up my legs underneath my nightgown. I shivered as I felt the juice in my pussy start to gather. We just knew mom was listening, but our moaning was now released and I was the loudest as I felt Chuck’s finger slipped inside my wet pussy. We were going to have one on one sex with each other for the first time. The taboo thing of ‘you don’t have sex with your brother’, just made it all the more exciting.
He slowly lifted my nightgown off, savoring this moment. I felt his lips touch mine and our tongues slipped in out of our mouths dancing with each other. We could feel our hearts pounding as we gasp for breath. The feel of his warm full boner in my hand was awesome. I could feel his warm pulse in it as the tip was oozing with his pre cum. His slight moan let me know I was pleasing him like I wanted to. Our kisses increased with passion as our hands continued to feel our warm body’s Our fingers trembled with excitement. We savored this moment of sexual ecstasy.
I dropped to my knees and let my tongue feel all it wanted to around the head of his dick. He moaned again, as my pussy began to drip it’s juice down my leg.
Knowing mom was intently listening to our every moan was sadistic pleasure. Knowing her son was having hot sex with her daughter must have been hard to take. She couldn’t have him all to herself now. Little Jan had drawn him away and she was forced to share.
Chuck played with my hair and felt my lips and tongue getting his dick all wet. He jumped some each time I took the tip of my tongue as just touched it to the tip of his dick. I sucked down all of his pre cum.
I took all of his dick in my mouth I could. I could hear his breathing increase. Once I got his dick completely all wet, I pulled him down on top of me. Our arms were jittery as he lowered himself down on top of me. I opened my legs wide as I felt his wet dick slide in my wet pussy without us even touching it.
I just knew that mom was listening hard as she had probably opened her door a crack to listen better. She wanted to be me so bad. I just knew what she must be thinking….
(“…I can’t stand this! Hearing them having hot sex, and me nothing! Well, I have three fingers in me and I’ll just cum with them. I know what Chuck feels like in me and that little Jan is cutting into my good sex. I’ll keep Chuck so fucked out, he won‘t have any cum left for her!…”)
I felt Chuck’s dick slide in and out of me slow at first, but then we both started fucking faster as we felt so good to each other. We felt our warm skin together on us and I ran my fingers through his hair. I let my legs come up and wrap around his warm body, feeling his hips pumping me so good. Our hot tongues went deeper between gasps for air. I moaned loud at it built up in me with all the good feelings my body was feeling. The feeling of his dick in me was building a climax just waiting to be released. I heard his little moans telling me he was cuming soon. I began to squeeze his dick slightly with my wet pussy, as we increased our speed. The slight slapping noise of our body’s coming together began to increase. We began to moan together. I began to tremble inside my body as Chuck’s moaning in my ear was awesome. My arms around his back pulled tighter and tighter as the rush of our passion began to peak. I moaned a crying sound and yelled ..”OH Chuck…., yes,…Yes,….Ohhhh God YES!!
I lost it and fucked him as fast as I could as I felt his hot cum fill my pussy and overflow. He moaned a strained moan and his cum kept coming and coming as I shook and squirmed out of control. I felt like I was losing my mind in pleasure. We held each other tight as his dick kept pumping his cum in me. I squeezed his dick with my pussy as hard as I could. It quivered as it did so. My pussy let go with the biggest squirt I had ever had, and kept squirting two more times. My body went crazy shaking over and over violently. I don’t know what I moaned but It know it was loud. Chuck held me so tight as his dick pumped in me until we both started to collapse, spent beyond anything we had ever experienced. We lay trembling in our wet juices.
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( Now Chuck and I always leave the panel door open, so at any time……,
we can pass right through ……..)
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