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Nicole Part One: Game Night

Nicole Part One: Game Night
Nicole moved her piece along the monopoly board stopping a few short of my property. Her brown eyes scrutinized the three imposing hotels counting to herself how high she needed to roll next turn to avoid landing there. My wife took her turn, my friend his then came mine. I landed on a railroad owned by my wife. The price was not too steep but I playfully joked that I’d pay her with a kiss which she shyly turned down. Then it was Nicole’s turn again. She hesitantly picked up the dice and rolled. I was disappointed to see her pass by my property as she landed on her own. Six turns later she had landed on property owned by everyone else and was sitting short of my property again. Her money pile was running low but she’d only be worried if she rolled an eleven or twelve. Without much concern she rolled the dice. As she counted out the spaces her eyes showed the angst of realizing she had in fact landed on my property. I looked down and asked for the sum knowing that she didn’t have it. She took a quick visual summary of her holdings no doubt considering which properties she would have to mortgage. She played with her lower lip as she contemplated her situation. She used to play with her hair while she thought about things but only a week before she had cut her hair really short. Though a tad boyish it showcased her very cute face much better.
“I don’t suppose you would take a kiss instead?” she asked.
I believed she was joking or just playing around since only a few minutes before I had offered a similar offer to my wife. For a brief moment I did not know what to say. The obvious answer was to turn her down.
“Fine by me.” said my friend, her fiancée as he volunteered me. I thought he was joking and come to think of if he probably was at the time. My wife did not object which seemed odd. Nicole stood up and leaned across the table, I stretched out and took a quick grade schooler style peck then quickly retreated. My friend looked on in subtle disbelief but did not say anything.
We played out the rest of the game without incident. Nicole went on to lose a few turns later, I gambled loading up my properties with hotels and houses only to land twice on my friends high priced property and was forced to sell down and eventually mortgage most of my property. Within half an hour I was out leaving my friend and wife to fight it out.
I retired to the living room and switched on the TV. Nicole soon joined me. We sat there watching one at bat after another while the other two continued to play in the other room for what seemed like an eternity. Before long Nicole moved to the couch beside me. It was not uncommon for her to sit so close as she and my friend were frequently guests at our house.
Then to my bewildered surprise she straddled me and pressed her lips against mine. For a very brief moment I intended to end the kiss but soon found myself kissing back my tongue intertwined with hers. My hands slid up along her sides to rest just above her hips. Then it was over as she broke the kiss.
“There. I owed you that.” she said and rolled off returning to sitting position.
I felt a hard-on forming in my pants and suddenly felt a tad ashamed and worried about what she might say if she noticed.
“I won’t have time to shower in the morning.” I said standing up and leaving the room. “I am going to have one now while the two monopoly titans fight it out.”
Nicole sounded her acknowledgement to my back as I departed down the hall.
The water was warm and soothing. My mind raced to what had just taken place in the living-room. My wife would not approve that much I was sure of. For years I had stolen a quick glance of Nicole when I thought no one was looking. She was attractive to me which made it difficult to behave myself during these dinner parties. I could barely convey how badly I wanted that brief kiss to go on and on. As I recounted the whole maybe ten seconds it had lasted my penis leapt to attention. I could not just put it out of my mind, in fact I could not think of anything else at that moment. I tried to be the good husband and set my focus on washing myself and trying very hard to forget what happened.
I was nearly done, I always saved my hair for last though I never knew why. I had worked up a good lather and had my eyes tightly clamped shut as the suds ran down my face when I heard the door open into the ensuite. Our friends never came into our bathroom so it had to be my wife. When we had company she always used our bathroom rather than the main bathroom.
“Hey hun.” I said. “I think I forgot to grab a fresh towel. Do you mind grabbing me one? How is the game going?”
I received no reply meaning it was not going well. She enjoyed playing but she was very competitive. Shortly after the shower curtain was pulled back. I was nearly done rinsing my hair by then. I reached out for the towel and was greeted by a hand.
“Thanks.” I said assuming she intended to give me a steadying hand as I stepped out but as I brushed the water away I suddenly realized I was looking at Nicole. She had large grin on her face kind of like a cat right after eating your prized budgie. Something was afoot, I just did not know what yet.
“Nicole?” I said looking for a towel or cloth to cover myself. “You should not be here. They are in the kitchen and I doubt either of them would approve of this. Hell my wife would probably divorce me. Please get out before they find out that you are here.”
“They went to the store and won’t be back for half an hour maybe forty five minutes.” she replied. He gaze dropped to my very erect manhood that I desperately wanted to cover up if only there was something within reach. “Can you keep a secret?”
“If you get me a towel yes!” I replied.
She glanced to the side then retrieved a towel from around the corner. As I reached out for it she dropped it on the floor in front of me. Before I could reach down to pick it up she dropped onto her knees and grabbed my manhood with her left hand while brushing my hands away with her right.
“Nicole I don’t think this is…” I could not finish my thought as my mind went numb the moment her mouth slide onto my cock. “Ohhh”
I fought only a moment longer then gave in. She reached around and firmly grabbed my left buttock. She pulled me forward forcing my cock further down her throat. I had never had anyone deep throat me before. She worked a slow steady rhythm on my erection never releasing her grasp until I told her I was going to cum. then like every girl I had ever known she let go and retreated back leaving me there with my hard-on waving in the wind. I looked at her wondering why she didn’t bother to finish what she had started.
“Not so fast. I haven’t been fucked in weeks.” she said peeling off her clothing. I might have taken a few moments to admire her silk bra and panties but in a flash they were dumped on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
As much as I had admired her from a distance to see her naked was far more amazing. Her breasts were firm and round, maybe a C-cup or just a large B. She had neatly trimmed herself, shaved her legs and arm pits recently too as there was not even the hint of hair to be seen. She turned around and bent over the vanity sticking her round ass out.
“What are you waiting for?” She said. “Fuck me!”
I moved in behind her and with one hand moved my cock into position. I had not had sex with anyone but my wife in nearly a decade. That thought suddenly struck me. This was unfamiliar territory I was heading into but it was just so tempting I could not help myself. With a slow push I slid into her. My wife required lube but Nicole was moist from the get go. She let out an awe as I pushed the last inch in. She was tighter than my wife her love tunnel held firm around my member warming it, enticing it to keep going. Slowly I withdrew a few inches then pushed back in. She adjusted a little giving me a better angle of entry then settled in enjoying the slow sensual rhythm of my thrusts. Upon entry I immediately had to fight the urge to cum. I went slow to prolong things while that urge slowly faded. For a couple minutes we stayed like that. I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks noting how firm they were. I knew she was into running and fitness and her rear end spoke volumes about the hours of work she put in at the gym and on the track. Before long my hands were around her hips pulling her back into my thrusts as the tempo began to climb. My initial urge to cum had subsided allowing me to pick up the pace. With each deep thrust she moaned making me withdraw then push it all the way in eliciting another moan.
I reached around in front of her and slide my hand down her flat athletic stomach to her snatch. My middle finger found her clit, smaller than my wife’s but a little more prominent. I worked her clit as I fucked her from behind. I thought she was wet before but the more I worked her clit the wetter she became until she reached back and prompted me to stop.
“You didn’t cum in me did you?” she asked fingering her self. I shook my head wanting to be back inside her so badly I didn’t have the words to explain.
“I am not on the pill so don’t cum in me.” she warned.
“Where?” I asked still dumbfounded and eager to resume.
“Just tell me when okay?” she said. “And pull out right away!”
I nodded my agreement. She turned around and bent back over the counter placing her hands on either side of the sink for support. I moved back into position and slid into her. It was like being allowed back into heaven. It was joy wrapped in joy as I went back to fucking her tight pussy. I also resumed working her clit. It wasn’t long before I heard her moans change, her breathing increase then she bucked against me and I damn near came inside her right then an there. Her pussy contracted and she cried out. I held on tight with my left hand and worked her clit with my right. She tried to break away from my sensual assault but I did not relent until she let out a loud unintelligible stream of noises and bucked against me so hard she nearly knocked me off my feet.
She had barely finished her orgasm when I yanked my cock out of her. I was sitting at the threshold and had been for the duration of her climax.
“I…I…” was all I could get out as I fought to hold back the cum that had boiled up in my balls. Like a cat she spun around and dropped down on her knees. Her mouth took my manhood all the way to the base in one gulp. Any chance of holding back was entirely gone. She slid her mouth up and down on my pole as I unleashed the most intense cum shot of my life. I reached down and grabbed her head if only to steady myself. I continued through my orgasm and on a bit after milking the last few drops from my cock before releasing me.
I was so spent that I had to sit on the side of the tub for fear that my legs might give out. She wiped a drop of semen from the corner of her mouth and licked her finger clean. I stared at her wondering what had just happened. Our eyes held each others for a few moments. I realized that it wasn’t just a hallow spur of the moment thing that we would regret but the start of something wonderful and unexpected. She continued to smile as she dressed then leaned in and whispered into me ear.
“I have wanted to do that for a long time.” She said. “I think you have too.”
By the time my wife and friend returned I had taken a second, cold this time, shower. Nicole had returned to the living room and was watching some home improvement show. I cleaned up after us and tossed the dirty towels in the hamper. To the best of my knowledge my wife never knew about that first incident. If she did she never said anything. My friend on the other hand; that is a story for another time.

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The thief’s Reward: A Medieval Rape Story

The thief’s Reward: A Medieval Rape Story
The square was quiet, still with the cool early morning air. Not a guard was in sight along the distant walls, not a single peddler was up setting up his booth. It was early and that was exactly why he was where he was, no one would see him.
He crossed the cobblestones quickly and quietly, moving up behind the figure fastened into the heavy wooden stocks that occupied the raised stone platform right beside where they held the beheadings.
She was young, a servant girl, and just yesterday she had been caught stealing her masters jewelry and summarily sentenced to a fortnights punishment in the stocks.
Circling behind her he didn’t fail to notice the curve of her body through the folds of her rumpled, tattered dress, or her long legs where she knelt on the pavement. She had been forced to her knees and then her head and hands had been placed through an opening in the wooden stocks which had been closed and locked, pinning her in place.
After she had been pelted by fruit and insulted for nearly an hour, many of the towns citizens had lost interest and resumed their daily routine, right up through sunset.
Now, she knelt much as she had during the heat of the day, but had finally fallen asleep sometime during the night. Listening to her even breathing as he approached, he knew he would have the upper hand only if he moved quickly.
Moving in front of the stocks he pulled the length of thick cloth from his pocket and held it by either end. Her head hung through the front of the stocks, she rested with her mouth open, her face streaked with dirt and tears from her torment.
He pulled the cloth quickly into her mouth and tied it in a knot behind her head, knowing speed was essential. She awoke from her fitful dreams with a start, but try as she might her screams were absorbed by the bitter tasting rag.
Moving around behind her while she blinked in fright, suddenly and terribly awakened, but saw no one. Stepping up behind her he lifted the back of her dress, exposing her legs to the cool morning breeze.
She shivered and struggled against her stocks, suddenly painfully aware of what was to come. When she began to lash out with poorly coordinated kicks he forced her to cross her ankles and tied them together with another rag.
This reduced her antics to flailing, bucking movements not unlike horses he had seen hobbled during the breaking process. He decided to see what he could do about breaking this little philly in.
Pulling her simple dress unceremoniously up and over her hips he slid it up to her shoulders and deposited it there, letting it hang down in front of her. Head and arms pinned as they were, she still continued to struggle against her bonds, turning the fading red marks bright with friction against the wood grain.
Like most servant girls, her bare skin was white from a lifetime spent indoors, her neck and arms only slightly darker where they had caught a stray ray of sunlight. He ran eager hands down her sides and over her tender young ass, squeezing what she never would have offered otherwise.
One hand found her young vagina and probed it slowly, tauntingly while the other searched out her small breasts and fondled each in turn. Nodding to himself when he found her hymen intact he began to work her tenderest flesh slowly, patting, then stroking, then pulling gently.
He knew from experience that her body would moisten those areas even against her wishes, albeit somewhat more slowly than if she were a willing participant.
Running a hand through her dirt brown hair that hung down over her bare shoulders he felt her tremble with fright, heard her sob into the dirt gag. One hand in her pussy he stroked and tweaked her nipples until the combination of his attention and the night air had them hardening quite nicely.
Nodding in satisfaction he checked the street again and plunged his fingers into her vagina, working her clitoris and deeper fast and hard. Her bottom was bobbing with shock and fright until he pushed one hand down on her young ass and handled her with the other.
Her sobs were becoming hysterical as she struggled, but with his larger frame pinning her ankles to the cold paving stones, there was little she could do to resist. Still, resist she did.
When no one heard her muffled outcries, she continued to pull at the stocks until the red around her wrists and neck had turned brilliant and raw with the action.
Still he worked her tenderest flesh the way he would milk an old dairy cow. Finally satisfied that her young body was ready for him he stood and unfastened his pants.
She tried to struggle to her feet, but his feet on top of hers combined with the unrelenting stocks made this action futile.
When this didn’t work she tried to pull her pelvis forward, to keep him away from his target, but this too was in vain.
Within moments she felt the head of his thick cock pressing against the outer part of her vagina, felt it slowly pressing in. Although he had no love for the girl he saw no need in destroying her, and made sure he took his time impressing his will on her previously untouched body.
Once he had thrust far enough to maintain his hold he pulled the lips of her quivering vagina aside, making sure not to tear her lest any of the townsfolk see it later. He was determined to leave little evidence behind to his crime.
Standing, he thrust smoothly, deeply until he felt her hymen break and felt her entire body rack with the sudden sensation. Pulling back he eased in again, seeing a tiny spot of blood ringing his penis that confirmed she was no longer a virgin.
Nodding he thrust again, and again, and again, listening to her sob into the gag, feeling her body tremble with terror as he took what he had no right from her.
Reaching around with his left arm and wrapping it around her bare waist he continued to increase the tempo, watching her ass bob as he forced himself in and out of her young body.
Again and again he thrust, then pulled out, satisfied that he head reached the deepest recesses of his captive. Rubbing his fingers in and out he wiped enough of the vaginal secretions and tiny traces of blood away to sufficiently lubricate his second objective.
Convinced that the worst was over he felt her sag under him, but only momentarily. Running his fingers over her ass hole he worked the fluid into her tiny anus, probing it first with one finger, then joining a second and third to the task.
Though it would never open wide enough on its own, he knew that the liquid would help ease the way and pressed his penis against his tiny target.
When she squeezed her bottom together he slapped her on the rump hard enough to cause her to jerk in shock. Every time she jerked, he would thrust just a little further, every time he slapped her on the ass she would jerk.
This went on for over a minute until the full length of his penis had invaded her anus and she was quivering in pain and fright. He was certain she had never heard of such a thing in her short life, and that getting raped in the vagina had been the worst of her young fears.
Such naivity had now been broken as easily as he had her tender hymen and he satisfied himself inside of her in ways she would never have imagined or permitted were she able.
Her tiny ass was even tighter than her pussy, and he worked his free hand inside of her already sloppy vagina even as he thrust steadily in and out of her bare ass.
Eyes closed in lust, standing on his tiptoes he pounded her young body for several minutes, feeling his balls swell with sperm as his penis rubbed against the insides of his captive.
She passed the time in near silence, though not by choice, the only sound she was capable of making at this point was an agonized, muted sob. When her fright finally got the best of her, she began to pee all over his fingers, her body heaving as she struggled to remain conscious.
One hand still inside of her vagina he worked his unwilling partner until he felt her go limp and knew she had passed out. Eyes squeezed shut he pulled out and plunged back into her stinking vagina, working his penis hard and fast.
Pulling her legs together he pounded the tiny genitals as hard as he could, fully intending to wake her up. Instead he himself jerked through an orgasm, shooting his full load into her young, unresisting, unaware insides.
Aware that daylight was soon upon him he fastened his clothing around him and picked up the bucket of water he had brought along for the occasion.
Splashing it over her violated anatomy he washed away the majority of the evidence onto the cobblestones, finally succeeding in waking her. Body shaking with cold and shock she trembled as he pulled her dress back down and tiptoed quietly from the courtyard.
He decided as he left the square that if the sentence continued into the next night she would probably have earned another visit from him.

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Five)

I just want to say thanks for all the nice comments you guys leave me. I hope you enjoy Part Five it took me a while to write it because I didn’t know how I wanted it written. There is a Part Six which i will start writting tomorrow but for now i hope you enjoy this one. Thanks again

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Broken Birds, Part 24, Dante’s World

Part 24
Dante’s World
Beth prayed for Becka. Though Becka’s words relieved the major part of her guilt, she was haunted by the agony in Becka’s eyes. She remembered her own agony all too well – not of the rape itself, but of the feelings and aftermath. Her memories of the events of that Saturday night had been almost entirely erased.
Mercifully Becka had little memory of the next two days.
Jennifer examined her carefully and spat her disgust with rural American doctors. Becka had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea of the throat. She suspected from talking with Becka that she also had Herpes 1.
Becka’s vagina, peritoneum and sphincter had been ripped. The injuries had never been repaired. Anger coursed through Jennifer. They’d been given the money. Why hadn’t they gone to the doctors?
She scheduled Becka for surgery in Brisbane.
Beth and Alice sat beside Becka on the lounge pool deck. Becka had wanted to sun bathe, but the sun was too strong in the early afternoon, so they sat in the shade. Ted and Michael sat together at the other end of the deck. Ted had a beer; Michael sipped a Mimosa.
Michael looked into Jennifer’s face and blanched. “Can you send for Nancy? I need to talk with Ted and her.” She said in clipped tones. She waived Alice over.
Beth and Becka came over. Michael sent Beth to get Nancy. He rose and excused himself. This was Burkett family business.
Nancy appeared, hurrying to their table.
Jennifer took a long breath trying to remain calm. She looked at Ted and Nancy, cocked her head toward Becka asking silently if they wanted her to hear.
“I’m seventeen. Tell me what’s wrong.” Becka had a mulish expression. Ted and Nancy nodded.
“Okay. Becka, you have a couple of diseases including Gonorrhea and Chlamydia of the throat. She reached into her white smock and pulled out two bottles. “The directions are on the bottles. I think you may also have Herpes 1. It’s very common. It may or may not be connected with the rape.”
Becka began to sob.
“You also have significant scarring from the tearing of your vagina and sphincter. There’s also some scarring on your cervix. We’ll need to get that evaluated by an OB/GYN. You’re going to need surgery. I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling it ten days from now. I want you healthy before the surgery. Recovery time is usually about 6 weeks.” Jennifer’s anger grew.
Becka was now openly crying in her father’s arms.
Jennifer’s eyes hardened, “Nancy, you’re a nurse. Why didn’t you get her treatment? Misha sent money!”
Nancy’s face seemed to come apart. She ran from the table.
“It’s not her fault. She took me to our doctor right after and he said I’d heal. He took some tests, but it was probably too soon for him to detect the diseases. She tried to get me to go to other hospitals and an OB/GYN. I refused to go. I told her I was fine and if she made me go, I’d kill myself,” Becka said sobbing into her father’s chest, “I thought I’d heal and then forget it ever happened.”
Jennifer nodded sadly, regretting what she’d said.
“Okay young lady,” Jennifer said sternly, “you’re here to get fixed and we will fix you. Go take the pills. I need to talk with your mother.”
Jennifer left to find Nancy and apologize.
Alice had been quiet during the discussion, carefully monitoring Becka and her father. Clearly she trusted him. He reminded Alice of Michael, including his haunted look.
“Ted, would you excuse Becka and me?” Alice said kindly, motioning Beth to come over just as Misha came to them. Misha’s face showed signs of crying. She had on a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit that showed off a killer body for a woman of any age.
Misha touched Becka’s cheek with infinite gentleness, “I’m Misha. Robert was my son. I’m so sorry, Honey.” Misha’s tears started again. Beth put her arms around Misha. Becka rose and joined them. All three cried.
Becka looked at Misha, “I don’t remember Robert. It was that bastard John that set me up and raped me first.”
‘Thank God for small mercies,’ Alice thought.
“Misha, I was going to start a session, so if you’ll excuse us.” Misha headed for the other side of the pool deck.
Alice asked Becka about her dreams for the future.
Alice and Beth talked with Becka for nearly three hours. Alice had a private session with Becka for another hour. By the end, they were exhausted, but Alice had some very specific ideas for treatment. She also had a problem.
During a particularly painful, private discussion, Becka blurted that Sandy had been molested by her uncle several years ago. They’d kept it a secret because Ted would have killed him. She asked Becka to see if Sandy wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight,” Becka said sadly, “I think the nightmares will come back. Could you stay in the room with me?”
“Of course, Honey,” Alice searched Becka’s eyes for a moment. Unknowingly, she’d focused on the wrong broken bird.
As harrowing as it had been for Becka, the afternoon had awakened memories in Beth she never knew she had. The memories had not been erased after all. That night, she would have a tour of Dante’s Hell.
Dinner was somber, Becka’s agony awakening memories everyone wished they could erase. They parted early to go to bed. Beth declined going with Michael, saying she was tired and sending him to bed with Shoshana and Nita.
Beth lay in the darkness, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.
As soon as she closed the front door, Beth knew she was in trouble. She faced seven men and a girl, Thomas in front.
“We can do this the easy way of the hard way, Beth.” Thomas said smoothly. Beth was far from the first to be initiated!
She could smell the hate and lust. She turned to flee, but strong arms encircled her waist. She swung her elbow as her dad had taught her. Her elbow smashed into a face. She felt a facial bone break. She slammed the heel of her foot on her attacker’s foot. More bones shattered. He released his grip.
A vicious punch to her solar plexus drove her to her knees. She kicked out at crotch level and heard a satisfying scream. Her head was pulled up. A brutal punch broke her nose. She still fought with her nails, raking one face and a forearm. Someone twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed when it snapped.
She still struggled, but they had tape across her mouth and legs. When they taped her hands behind her back, the pain from her broken arm being twisted behind her was too much. She fainted.
They stripped her, tied her up, blind folded her and waived an ammonia capsule under her nose.
“I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson,” an angry Thomas said, looking in the mirror at his face. The purple indentation on his cheek seemed to be growing. He limped over to the bed.
The girl helped him out of his clothes. She knelt in front of him, giving his hardening cock a wet bath. Then she lubed it with warming gel. They knew this allowed him to go balls deep without caring if the woman was ready.
It hurt the victim more that way. Several “townies” knew all to well.
He got between her splayed legs, groping her breasts. He went to kiss her. She spat at him. He slapped her hard. He bit down hard on her soft, firm breast, coming away with a piece. She fought him, but the ties were tight and her arm broken.
The girl took his cock and parted Beth’s nether lips. It sat at the entrance to Beth’s tunnel, ready to take her once in a lifetime gift.
“Bust that spoiled bitch’s cherry,” she said viciously.
Thomas thrust forward hard. Even the lube didn’t allow him to go balls deep on the first thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot. He could feel her hymen. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Beth screamed, writhing in agony beneath him as the door to her womb was ripped from her tunnel. His third thrust slammed into her cervix.
Beth began to lose consciousness again.
“No bitch, you’re not getting off that easy,” the girl said as she waved the ammonia capsule under Beth’s bloody nose, “By the end of tonight, you’ll be a total slut!”
Thomas jackhammered her for his own pleasure. She whimpered and moaned her pain and humiliation. He punctuated the violence of his orgasm by spitting in Beth’s rapidly closing eye.
He rolled off her. Another man entered her. She was in unbearable agony.
“Hey man, you must’ve cum a gallon. Talk about sloppy seconds!” He thrust forward into her tunnel meant for love.
Nonetheless, he quickly came inside her. She was still very tight, but now well lubed with semen.
Each of the seven took her. By the time the seventh animal rolled off, her pussy had been hideously damaged.
They rearranged her on the bed, pulling her to her knees. She kicked blindly, her heel connecting with the girl’s face. The girl screamed with rage.
“Later” Thomas said in a flat, dead tone.
Beth knew she would die. She tried to break free of the hands holding her legs.
“Get your dick in her ass. Give her something else to think about.”
Thomas aimed his lubed dick at her dark starfish. He thrust forward with all his might. Beth screamed as she felt her sphincter rip, opening the way to him. She tried to fight him, but her energy was about gone.
He pummeled her ass, slapping her ass cheeks to get a reaction. He shot his load deep in her bowels.
He went to her head to get her to clean his cock, but hesitated. This one was a fighter. She would bite him. He hopped off the bed on his one good foot and went to a drawer, finding his pliers. He returned, smiling evilly.
“Let’s give her a nice smile,” the girl pinched Beth’s broken nose so she would open her mouth. Thomas began to make Beth’s mouth safe for his cock. Her screams sprayed droplets of blood from her gums across the room.
Satisfied, he slapped her face. He was hard again. He plunged his cock deep in her mouth, but could not get through her throat. His friends plunged deep into her ass. The third man decided to fuck her ass, but shoot his cum in her mouth. The others followed, desperately trying to plunge their cocks into her throat.
None succeeded.
They flipped her onto her back. They retied her. She kicked weakly, still fighting them. Thomas climbed above her bloody mouth. He pinched her nostrils together. She opened her mouth to breathe. Thomas peed in her mouth. Beth choked. Another man replaced Thomas. Beth vomited.
Finally, Thomas waived the girl over. She had lit cigarette in one hand, broom handle in her other. Despite the bloody mess of Beth’s pussy, she found Beth’s clit. She ground the cigarette into Beth’s most sensitive flesh. Beth’s screamed an inhuman shriek.
Pins thrust through her bloody vaginal lips. Beth screamed weakly. Another went through her clit. She almost levitated in pain wailing in agony. Then she felt one being pushed through her left nipple. Another scream poured out her mouth. She fainted.
Her tormentor rubbed her own bruised face, her fury in full bloom. She cracked the last ammonia ampoule beneath Bet’s bloody nose, now swelling horribly. She shoved the handle deep into Beth’s ass, knowing the bacteria that lived in the colon would infect Beth’s pussy. Beth moaned in agony.
The man above her head let loose his stream into her mouth.
She took the stick from Beth’s ass. The last inch was covered in feces.
“You’ll thank me for this one day you little stuck up bitch,” she put all the venom she could into those words. She shoved the handle hard into Beth’s ravaged pussy, again and again until it penetrated deeper, through Beth’s cervix into her womb. She shoved once more and bright red blood began to run from Beth’s pussy. Beth let out an inhuman scream of agony.
Another boy delivered another mouthful of pee. He laughed at the little whore.
The venomous girl mounted her head and let loose her flow into Beth’s bloody mouth.
They left her in her world of pain and degradation.
One boy, not as high as the others, saw the volume of blood and quickly realized Beth was in bad trouble. He wrapped her in the stinking bedding and took her to his room. He needed to call his father to get help. If Beth died, they’d never cover it up.
He left her alone as he rushed to get the emergency kit.
Beth was barely conscious. She felt fresh air. She ripped off the blindfold with her good hand and crawled to the cool night air. She managed to lift the window enough to slip out. The porch roof was just below the window. She slid down the roof, into bushes beside the road… and headlights of a car driven by startled football coach.
“Beth, Honey, wake up.” Her dad cried urgently. He kissed her.
She was secure in Michael’s arms, bathed in her own sweat and his. She looked around, disoriented. Alice was beside her on the bed. Jennifer stood next to Michael. She had a syringe in her hand, about to use it if Beth hadn’t wakened.
Alice looked at Jennifer. Both had discussed Beth’s traumatic amnesia and feared this day.
“Beth, can you hear me?” Alice said softly.
Beth looked at her, “I can hear you, Alice,” she said as though across a great distance. “I remember it all,” her voice rising, “every thrust, every smell, all the pain, all the hate,” she was wailing now, “that goddamn bitch and the broom handle.” She looked up at Michael and seemed to calm.
Jennifer looked at Alice silently offering the narcotic that would allow Beth to sleep. Alice shook her head.
Shoshana entered the room carrying Vika. She placed Beth’s daughter in her lap. They watched as several years of her life replayed in Beth’s head. All the pain, fear and finally joy played out through her eyes.
She looked down at Vika, then up at Michael. She handed her child back to Shoshana.
“Dad, I need a drink,” she said softly.
Moments after taking her first sip, she fell asleep in Michael’s arms. She roused once to visit the bathroom and returned to bed, Michael at her side.
Shoshana joined them.
Two days after her melt down, she strode onto the pool deck. Becka and Alice were having a session, so she gave them privacy. Instead, she sat next to Sandy. Beth wanted to see the world through Sandy’s new eyes.
Sandy wanted to know everything about their little home and her new companions, particularly Beth. She’d seen the horrific picture Beth held up in her You Tube video. It was hard to believe this Beth and that picture were of the same person.
“It was a hard, painful road, but eventually my Dad and Alice helped me travel it. I remembered everything two nights ago. I had traumatic amnesia. Alice is worried that I would have to retrace my recovery, but I think she’s wrong. I think I’ll be OK in a few days.”
“You have sex with your Dad?”
Beth nodded, “I love him as a man. He’s the only man I trust completely.”
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“To be weird, you have to know normal. I was a physical virgin when I was raped. They took my ability to conceive a child. I don’t know normal. I gave my Dad my real virginity.”
“Real virginity?”
“Honey, we’re women. The little piece of tissue, our hymen, can be broken easily by accident. A friend broke hers water skiing when she fell and did the splits. You become a woman when you give yourself, your love and soul. Men can force your body to have sex, but no one can force you to make love. It’s one of the great powers a woman has. When to first make love.”
Sandy was quiet for a time.
“You remembered everything?”
Beth nodded sadly. “It’s part of the healing process or so I’ve been told.”
“When you talk to Alice does she tell anyone what you talk about?”
“No Honey,” suspicion began to grow inside Beth, “You can tell her any secret and she will keep it safe.”
“What about you?”
“Most times I would, but if I thought keeping something a secret could hurt you or someone I love, I’d probably tell.” Beth would not lie to her.
“Okay, but it would hurt a lot of people if you tell.” Sandy took a deep breath, “I’m not a physical virgin. My uncle, my Mom’s brother, forced me a couple of years ago.” Sandy’s eyes filled with tears.
Beth’s eyes widened, connecting the possibilities and dangers. She forced herself to be calm, “Honey, then I think you should have Jennifer examine you. You should also talk to Alice,” Beth saw fear in the little girl’s eyes, “or do you want me to tell her?”
“Could you?”
“Of course,“ Beth said, getting up, “let’s go see Jennifer and your Mom.”
While Jennifer examined Sandy, Beth found Alice.
“I think you’ve got another patient. Sandy just told me her uncle raped her.”
Alice nodded sadly. “She asked me to tell you,” Beth said, knowing Alice would never betray a confidence.
Alice’s eyes showed gratitude. She could now treat Sandy. Then she snapped. This was Beth talking to her! Beth had just gone through vividly reliving her horrific rape and sodomy. Beth who would not leave her room for 36 hours.
“How are you doing?”
“OK, not great, but OK. I could have lived without feeling that damn broom handle shoved inside me again, or the broken arm or a million images, smells and pains from that night. I’ll deal with it, so long as you’ll help me.”
Alice smiled at Beth’s ultimate compliment. She went to find Nancy in the infirmary.
Alice arrived as Sandy was leaving an exam room. Sandy looked unhappy; Nancy looked devastated.
Jennifer looked at Nancy, “Mind if Alice listens in?” Nancy shook her head no, “How about you Honey? Can Alice listen?”
Sandy nodded.
“Honey, I think you have Gonorrhea. The tests will confirm it. Many women are asymptomatic – they have no symptoms. You also have a little damage to your vaginal floor that we should repair.”
Jennifer paused, “You understand?”
“Why does my period hurt so much?”
“It may be from the STD, but we’ll have them check when we go to Brisbane.”
At the mention of Brisbane, Sandy’s head snapped up. She smiled broadly remembering all the things to do in Brisbane, the walk around outside mall and all the boys!
Even Nancy smiled.
“Sandy, Beth told me your secret. She said you asked her to tell me?” Sandy nodded.
“Honey, do you want me to tell your Mom?”
“She just told us,” Nancy said with a haunted expression.
“How is Ted going to take it?” Alice asked Nancy. Ted inspired terror. Alice prayed he did not take this out on Nancy.
“I think Tim or Michael should tell him,” Alice said, thinking, “probably Michael. He had to stop from killing the boys that raped Beth because she needed him. Ted respects him.”
“Nancy, do you or the girls want to stay in the main house tonight?” Alice asked obliquely asking if Ted would hurt her or the girls.
“Ted would never hurt me or the girls.”
Michael spoke with Ted that evening before dinner. While outwardly tough, inside of Ted was a gentle, loving man. His girls defined his world and it was crumbling around him. It was his job to protect Becka and Sandy. He’d failed them miserably. Michael recognized the look, feeling the man’s pain.
Ted also suffered from PTSD. He’d been off his meds for some time, giving him the illusion that he had control without them.
He ate dinner with his girls, gently kissed them goodnight. When Nancy asked him to come to bed, he said he had some things to think about.
A single gunshot reverberated through the compound a little after midnight.

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Truth or Dare with Beth, part 2

It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!

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Chores

I had most definitely had enough; I was tired of waiting for my Dad to show up every night. Maybe I was just tired of him ordering me around all the time; I needed to get out of the house with him so I didn’t have to deal anymore. Being in college should have awarded me some freedoms like most normal girls at age 19. My Mom said it was just Dad being dad. I had chores that I still had to help them do around the farm, which was okay I guess because after all I did live there, eat there and they gave me gas money. I heard a car pull up it was Eric my boyfriend of 3 years. I walked out to the car; he was climbing out in his tight Levi’s. I leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth, something I sure couldn’t do when Dad was home.
We walked hand in hand back to the barn to feed the animals, and then we had thought perhaps we would get some time fishing. My dog Sport trailed along behind us, hoping I’m certain we would drop some feed he could scrounge for like we never fed him. I leaned over the rail and picked up the feed buckets, I felt my boyfriend’s hand squarely on my ass. He squeezed my right cheek, I rose and smiled at him, and he leaned in and kissed me hard and long his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel my breath start to quicken as his kisses found their way to my neck and back to my mouth.
I stopped him from doing anything further, as we were standing right in the door of the barn where my Mom could look right out the back door and see us. She would be furious with me for letting Eric touch me; I was supposed to be a pure little “virgin” girl at night. Can you imagine that in this day and age? I walked him through the barn and out the back door into the woods behind the barn and up the little sloping hill. We walked over the ridge, perhaps a 10 minute little walk. Once we were pretty secluded I turned to him, I told him to sit down, and he hesitated and then did as I said. As he was seated, I began to do a bit of a strip-tease for him, I slowly moved my hips, and unbuttoned my shirt, only far enough for him to get a hint of my breast. I turned and wiggled my hot little ass for him; I knew he was turned on. I could see his huge cock bulging in his jeans. It thrilled me to know that I had this effect on him. I moved closer to him, and begin to unbutton the rest of my shirt, I moved it down and over my shoulders, and I slid the shirt off and threw it on him. He smiled and placed it behind his head as he leaned against the tree behind him. I then slid my jeans down my long slender legs. I stood before him in my bra and panties, I moved in closer, he reached out to touch me, and I moved back. I was an excellent tease, I had learned from the best. I turned around bending over and spreading my legs as if to do the splits, I knew he loved to look at me in this position. I heard him sigh; I rose, and slide my panties down and threw them on him, and then my bra. He motioned for me to come closer.
I wasn’t ready to let him have my hot wet little slick pussy yet. I pursed my lips and made a noise that Sport recognized. He walked over to me as I squatted down; my dog’s nose went straight to my pussy. My boyfriend was sitting up straighter now against the tree. I had never done this, and I wasn’t sure if this would turn him off or not. I decided being in a risqué humor today that I would give it a try. I watched his face intently as he never took his eyes off the dogs tongue and my pussy. I did notice however, that his cock was about to bust the seams on his jeans. So I knew I wasn’t disappointing him. The dog licked at my dripping little pussy as I continued to squat with my legs spread so he had adequate access to my snatch. He licked and I could feel my clit getting harder and harder, as his never ending lapping continued. I loved the way his hot wet tongue ran over my lips, and hit my sweet little pussy hole. I rose, and sat back down on the ground, still not giving in to my boyfriend, who was intently taking in every little movement that I made. I began to rub my tits; I took my pink hard nipples between my thumb and index finger and rolled them expertly making them stand at attention. I spread my legs for Sport to continue his licking. Reaching under him, I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I saw Eric’s head go down so he could see what I was doing; he had begun to rub the head of his cock through his tight jeans.
I lay back onto the grass, as I let the dog lick my cunt; I continued to stroke his stiffening cock. It was hard and already leaking cum and I knew I would have to turn over soon and let him fuck my pussy. I continued to watch Eric watch me, I was very turned on. My pussy was dripping wet; I could feel it dripping down my ass. I turned over and got on my knees and let my dog mount me, I could feel him humping, and then I felt Eric’s hand as he guided Sports hard cock into my pussy. I guess I hadn’t freaked him out fucking my dog. That was a good thing, I guess. He guided it, and then moved away. The dog began to fuck me hard, his knot slipping into my tight pussy. I could feel myself letting go and cumming, he balls slapped against my pussy as he hit my cervix he was in so deep. Even though it was uncomfortable somewhat I was going to cum, and I was getting hotter, I was wet you could hear a wet sloshing noise coming from my wet little cunt. I began to squirt, I could feel it, my legs tightened, and my pussy tightened around Sports hard dick. I spewed cum all over the ground, and my legs. The dog continued fucking my tight little pussy. I could feel him nearing orgasm as well his cock had gotten huge and his knot didn’t allow his dick to move much. Finally, I felt the wetness coming back out of my pussy. I reached down and grabbed his dick and pulled it hard to jerk it out of my pussy. He yelped and went off to lick himself. I lay back and looked at Eric.
Eric had removed his clothes, while I had been fucking the dog and was leaning against the log stroking his huge cock. Getting up off the ground my legs feeling like I might collapse before I got there, I squatted down facing him and took his huge hard cock in my tight little asshole. He gasped as did I; he had never fucked me in the ass. However, I thought it was time. I rode his dick in my tight little ass hole until I exploded on him again. He took my tits in his mouth first one, then the other he sucked and bit. He held my hands behind my back as he continued to fuck my ass. I told him I was getting sore, and I needed him to move to my pussy, he smirked at me. “Tough shit, baby, you can fuck the dog, you can fuck me however, I want.” It was beginning to really hurt, but what could I do. Before I knew what was happening he flipped me over on my back, his cock never came out of asshole. He continued to fuck it, hard and deep while he pushed my legs up around my face. I was doubled over, and I was sure I was dying the pain was so intense. His cock was huge; all at once he pulled it from my hot little butt, and moved quickly to my face he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged as I tried to take it and not think about where it had been. He fucked my throat telling me to swallow; now, he slapped my face because I didn’t swallow fast enough. I tried and I gagged nearly throwing up with his cock in my throat.
He moved back to my pussy, he spread my lips apart and I felt his tongue on my little clit, he began to suck hard, and pull it with his teeth to stretch it up. As he stretched it he put one finger on each side and he ran his thumb and index finger up and down my stretched out clit, like he was stroking off his dick. My pussy got wetter and hotter, as he continued; I bucked my hips up to meet the stroke each time. He told me to lay still or he would smack me again. I was still but I was enjoying the fucking I was getting. He stopped rubbing and began to stroke his hard cock, he rubbed it against my clit, and into my waiting wet pussy that was dripping with Sports cum. He shoved it in hard, and he told me that since I like to fuck a dog I was going to get fucked like a dog. He fucked me harder, and faster, his dick hitting my cervix; it causes me to thrash underneath him, as he held my arms up over my head. His mouth found my hard little nipples, he bit down harder and harder making me squeal in pain. He was getting harder, I knew soon it would be over he would dump his hot load in me as Sport had just done. He spit in my face, and bit my lips as he fucked me harder, suddenly he stopped, and he shuddered as his hot seed filled my pussy.
Eric rolled off me panting like Sport had been earlier, I rose up into a sitting position, covered from the waist down in cum, I looked behind me and in utter surprise my Dad was standing behind one of the trees. He had watched the entire scene evidently. Eric didn’t see him; he was breathing heavy trying to recover. I nodded at my Dad as he finished stroking his dick and came all over the ground in front of him. I knew that I would be fucking him tonight and he would want to know how I ended up fucking the dog and my boyfriend. I smiled at him, as he zipped his pants up, and walked off quietly so Eric wouldn’t know he was there. I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth; he opened his eyes, and smiled at me. I got up and began dressing. Once I had my shoes tied, and Eric was dressed I whistled for Sport. We headed back to the barn to finish the chores. I was already thinking about how quickly I could send Eric home so I could take my Dad upstairs and fuck him senseless as I did every night.

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Thinnking of you Babe =)

I am writing to tell all the readers about a night I planned out with my girlfriend Sarah. It was the end of the week and we were home, planning to relax and spend some time together. What Sarah didn’t know was that I had some extra things planned to make it an even more relaxing and romantic night together.
This is how the day played out.
I awoke early, I did my best not to disturb Sarah as she slept. I went into the kitchen, started coffee and decided on what to make for breakfast. Feeling a little spontaneous, I decided to crawl back in bed with Sarah while the coffee brewed. Sarah only sleeps in a thong, so as I crawled into the blankets with her, I got close and could feel her soft skin against me. I ran my hand down her side, touching her breast lightly with the tips of my finders, slowly down her side, to her hip, pulling her a little closer, lightly, not enough to wake her, but enough to get her closer. I slowly circled my finger tip over the small indenture at her hip bone, squeezing some, which is what she loves when we have sex. This was making her moan lightly as she slept. Being careful not to wake her, I ran my hand up, slowly over her soft skin, causing small goose bumps as I circled her breast with the tip of my finger, then over her nipple, just barely touching it so so soft, making it turn rock hard under the soft touch. Sarah’s nipples are so sensitive, she loves having them played with. Sarah began to shuffle some in bed and turned onto her back from her side. She opened her eyes some and then back to sleep. I worked my hand down her body, slowly from her breasts to her tight tummy, lightly rubbing her belly button, then down to her panties. I ran my finger tips down lower, touching her inner thighs, softly, then slowly with just the tip of a finger, I would touch her pussy, feeling her clit under my fingertip. Sarah moaned some more and shuffled a little bit again, but spreading her legs, as if she was having a hot dream. I worked another finger over her pussy, rubbing a little harder now, circling with my fingers, I was rolling her clit, making her squirm some more. I could feel her panties getting wet, and wetter, feeling the heat on my finger tips was intense. I moved over her some, and flicked my tongue over her hard nipple, making it glisten, then blowing on it, making it cold and sensitive, I took it into my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue over it. Mmm, I loved feeling her nipple in my mouth, her hot pussy under my finger tips, all while she was sleeping. Sarah stirred some more, then awoke enough to turn on her side again, then backed up to me. By now I was rock hard and I was naked. Sarah shifted some and as she realized I was hard and naked, she reached back and took my cock into her hand. I reached up, pulled her closer to me and kissed her shoulders, neck, ears and then her lips, feeling her tongue in my mouth with so much passion. I reached down, squeezed her nipples, making them both so hard. Sarah was squeezing my cock and stroking over the head, running her finger tips over the ridge at the head. It felt so good, I reached down lower and ran my finger tips over her pussy again, this time she spread her legs more and told me she could feel my playing with her while she slept, but was really awake, she just was liking the playtime . Her pussy was so wet, her panties were slick, so I rubbed harder, then slid her panties to the side, sliding my middle finger into her, Sarah moaned, telling me it felt so good. She pumped my cock, squeezing It so hard. As I bit her shoulder some, not to hard, but enough to drive her nuts, Sarah pushed back, placing my cock at her pussy, she pushed back, taking me into her, slowly at first, getting my cock all wet with her juice, then inch by inch, she took my cock all the way in. Sarah was moaning, looking back at me as I filled her pussy so deep with my cock. She was so wet and so tight. I pulled her closer, holding her by the hip, squeezing that hip like she likes, I pumped my cock in and out, deeper and harder with every stroke. Sarah was begging me to fuck her, for me to give it to her hard. Instead, I worked the head of my cock in and out just a little, teasing her, making her push back to get more, anymore, Sarah was going nuts, so I went deep, as deep as I could go, then I pushed forward with my hips, working my cock in even deeper, moving a little so I could grind my cock inside her. Sarah told me how fucking good that felt and started to shake, her pussy got so wet, I could feel her g=spot and as I worked over it with my cock, she squirted, soaking my cock and balls with her cum. Sarah was cumming so hard, I just kept grinding, reaching down I pulled her ass cheek up, opening her pussy for me, I went deeper, making Sarah moan so loud, I worked her hips so she moved up and down in small strokes as I packed her deep, her pussy was soaked, making the bed wet and making her asshole wet. I moved my pinky finger over her ass and slowly played with it, working my finger into it. She was so tight. Sarah looked back at me and spread her legs some. I could feel her fingers working her clit as she played with her pussy. Sarah moaned out that she was cumming and I could feel her pussy pulse, squeezing my cock over and over, as she came on me. Feeling her pussy pulse and her g=spot hitting the head of my cock, I lost it and pumped my cum deep inside her. Sarah was telling me how good it felt feeling my cock swell even bigger as I came. As our orgasms subsided, I held her close to me, kissing her shoulders, neck and mouth, looking at her beautiful eyes, telling her how gorgeous she is. We laid there for a few minutes, then I got up and brought her back some coffee. I told her I was going to make breakfast while she took a shower.
So I went to make breakfast and while Sarah was in the shower, I worked on some other things I had planned. See, I had went earlier in the week to a store and had bought Sarah a couple gifts. But those come into the story later. As I made breakfast, Sarah came in to the kitchen in her robe. I knew she had just gotten out of the shower and was nice and clean and wet. Her long dark hair was wet and she looked so sexy. I turned from what I was doing and pulled her close, kissing her deep. I held her face with my hand as I kissed her, looking into her eyes, I pulled her robe open. Mm mm mm, she was naked. With hard nipples and her shaved pussy looking so good. I grabbed her and placed her on the counter, kneeling in front of her, I licked her pussy, running my tongue over her lips, then her clit, sucking lightly, taking her clit into my mouth. She tasted so good. Sarah touched my head and moaned, telling me how good it felt having my mouth on her pussy. She loved having her pussy kissed and licked, and I love doing it. Suddenly, Sarah tells me breakfast is burning.. Luckily It was just some toast. So we stopped playing for a little bit and ate some food. Sarah was still naked in her robe and no matter what I did, it was all I could think about. Sarah is gorgeous, she is tall, brunette, brown eyes, slender and has the hottest ass and her pussy is so sweet, I just love having it on and in my mouth, I could lick her pussy all day. Sarah asked me what I was thinking about and I told her I was wondering what she wanted to do later. She smiled and said she wanted to do me. =) As the flirting continued, we managed to get through breakfast and Sarah said she needed to run to the store, to get a couple things for later and asked if I needed anything. Replying no, she kissed me, reached down and squeezed my cock and told me she would be back soon. As soon as she was gone, I set my plan into full action. I went to the bedroom, and cleaned up, took the blankets and sheets off the bed. Replacing them with a set of black sheets we have. I covered the windows , making it darker in the room. I then placed candles all around the room, plus a hidden surprise, my video camera in the corner. Sarah loved being in pics and vids, so I knew she would be okay with it and thought it would be hot. The final touch was a couple new toys for her, and a new porn vid. Sarah loves porn, especially if it is a girl getting fucked by a group of guys. Knowing I didn’t have much time, I finished up and wrote a note to Sarah, so she would see it when she got home. This is what it read.
Sarah, hey Gorgeous I had to go to Mikes for a little while, he needed help with some things real quick. I will be back soon. While I am gone, enjoy the surprise for you in the bedroom. I was thinking a lot about you this week and wanted you to enjoy today to the fullest. Love you, oh and while you enjoy, keep my hard cock in mind, imagine It inside you, filling you so deep, strething your pussy open, packing you, pumping in and out of you. Xoxoxoxo =)
With this I waited for her to get home, turned on the porn and I went into the closet and waited for Sarah to come in. I could hear Sarah in the kitchen, then I heard her walk into the room. She giggled some and looked over at the video that was playing. She could not see me and did not know I was there. On the bed was a note and the new toys, I had bought for her. The note said, enjoy =). The toys, was one small vibrator/clit toy and then a dildo, shaped pretty thick, with different vibrations and an anal stimulator. Of course, I got anal beads too, in hopes she would like them. Sarah was excited, giggling as she held the toys and felt the vibrations in her hands. Then she ran the small vibrator over her tits, moaning some. I was so hard, watching her play. I had my cock in my hand and was stroking it. I had some pre cum cumming out, so I worked it over the tip of my head, lightly rubbing it so it felt like a soft tongue flicking my cock. Sarah was so hot, pulling her shirt up, then her bra, showing her hard nipples and working her toy over them. Sarah was moaning and squeezing one nipple, while working the toy over the other. Sarah’s eyes were glued to the porn. I could hear the girl in the porn, gagging, then moaning loud for a second, then gagging some more. Since the vid was about girls and groups of guys, I could only imagine the vid, some girl getting throat fucked by huge cocks, guy after guy. Sarah was rubbing her tits, in a trance imagining her self being that slut, getting her mouth filled with cock after cock, all that meat just for her. Now she was topless and quickly working on taking her pants off. She had on a sheer white thong and damn was she wet. I could see it, her panties were wet. When I had liked her pussy earlier in the kitchen, she was dripping wet. As she took them off, she rubbed her hands down her body, over her tits and nipples, then down over her pussy. She moaned lightly, then laid back in the bed and got her new toys. As she watched the vid, I was surprised to see her grab the anal beads first. One by one she lubed them with spit in her mouth, then rubbed them over her pussy. Sarah took both ends and worked the beads over her clit, back and forth. I had never seen a woman use these this way and she was loving it. I was stroking my cock so hard, which was pulsing and extremely hard at this point. Seeing Sarah be so naughty, and not knowing I was there watching. I wanted to ravage her, but I wanted this to last for her and I both. It was hot.
Sarah was watching the vid and at this point, the girl in the vid was obviously getting fucked. Her moans and deep groans were that of a woman who is getting fucked hard and deep. Sarah was watching so intense, and her pussy was so wet, I could see it glisten in the candle light. Then Sarah shifted, spreading her legs, she rubbed the first bead over her ass, getting her hole nice and wet, she slid the fist bead in. Watching the video with her mouth open, breathing heavy as she pushed the second bead in. Sarah was packing her ass so good, being such a dirty slut like that had me so turned on. Sarah moaned loud and shook, cumming hard as she pushed the third, thicker bead into her ass. I could see white cream coming from her pussy. She was still so wet from my fucking her earlier, hitting her G-spot so much, was keeping her soaked. Sarah pushed another bead in, working them in and out some, then another, with only one more thick one to go. I could see her asshole was stretched open, with her pussy juice now dripping down onto her toy. Sarah rubbed her clit, spanking it a couple times, she slid a finger in, then another, then another, soaking them with her juice. Sarah took her hand to her mouth and sucked her juice from her fingers, then packed them right back into her hole. She was shaking and moaning, “fuck me, I’m a slut, fuck me”, she was so dirty. I was loving every second of this. My cock was hard as steal, with so much pre cum dripping out, I had to slow down my stroking, I was making wet sounds. I didn’t want to get busted, yet. =) As I looked on, I could see Sarah working the last bead up her ass, now pooring cum from her pussy, she had almost her whole hand in her pussy. Sarah looked over at the video and began to cum, over and over, cumming hard, shaking and moaning. I couldn’t take it anymore and I slowly opened the door to the closet, which was quiet, so she did not hear me. I stood over her, stroking my cock, pumping it hard until I came, shooting hot cum over her body. Sarah was shocked at first, then told me how fucking hot that was. Sarah still had the beads in her ass and I told her I wanted to see her play some more, while I stroked my cock for her. Loving this, she didn’t hesitate and began working her pussy over hard with her fingers, fingering her hole deep, making wet slapping sounds as her hand pumped in and out. Sarah came, telling me she was cumming, looking up at me while I pumped my cock for her. She was being such a good girl, all naughty as fuck, just for me. I told her to imagine me and a few other guys watching her play with herself like that, all of pumping our hard cocks for her. She loved this and as I watched, I could see she had her hand in her pussy. I had never seen a woman fist her own pussy before, so I was stunned. Sarah’s moan was deep, she was cumming non stop and her hand was slick with juice, pumping in and out, in and out, deep into her hole. I knelt down, placing my cock at her face, rubbing the head on her lips, her cheeks, slapping her a little with it, being naughty to her. Sarah was going nuts, I couldn’t believe how dirty she was being. I put the head of my cock in her mouth and slid it deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth and throat. She gagged and tried sucking more, so I pushed it in deeper. Sarah’s tongue was working the bottom of my cock and then out to lick my balls as I packed her throat with dick. I reached down and held her nose, filling her mouth with cock, Sarah couldn’t breath. Suddenly she was shaking, and I could see her squirt, pulling her hand out, her cum went everywhere, she slapped her pussy a couple times and cum squirted out. I could feel her moans on my cock and as I let her breath some, she pumped my cock with her mouth, like she was hungry for more. Seeing that she liked being treated like such a dirty girl, I reached down and pushed the anal beads in a little further, then one by one, slowly removed them as she sucked my cock. They were so covered with cum, white and creamy cum. Without a word, Sarah got up, pushed me down and straddled my cock, taking it deep into her pussy. She moaned so loud, telling me to fuck her, fuck her fucking pussy hard…. I did as I was told and we continued fucking and sucking all night. At one point, I remembered the video camera. I told Sarah I had put it there, so we put the disc in the player and watched it as we laid together, played, smoked a joint and worked on tape number 2. =)

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2Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Two
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money either.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e.: smut), bad spelling and grammar. Also, the smut is going to be a bit more graphic than last time.
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 Two Summary: Harry and Hermione try to make their way to Hogwarts.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?” Hermione screamed as she dove off of Harry. He absently noticed that her hand was still covered with her own spittle and his pre-cum.
“Please, don’t stop on my account,” Gryffindor’s ghost implored. “Continue. Pretend I’m not here.”
“Is that…” began Hermione as she crouched in the corner while clutching her half-opened blouse in front of her. “Is that Godric Gryffindor?”
“See that?” Gryffindor said to Harry. “She didn’t take a kip during History of Magic, now did she?”
‘How can you kill someone that’s already dead?’ Harry wondered internally. He had been so close to cumming… so very close… now he had to suffer. And suffer he would, because ‘Harry, Jr.’ didn’t get to finish playing. And ‘Harry, Jr.’ had quite a temper. Harry knew that when his little friend started to play, but was forced to stop before he got “sleepy”, there would be hell to pay! ‘Harry, Jr.’ sulked off to bed like a petulant child. Harry groaned as ‘Harry, Jr.’ took out his frustrations on his luggage.
“Got a bad case of blue balls, don’t ya boy?” Gryffindor said with a chuckle upon noticing Harry’s discomfort. The ghost turned toward Hermione and asked, “Why don’t you give Harry some assistance and rub one out for him?”
A fluttering of wings announced the return of Hedwig. The owl looked between the three people arguing and sagely decided not to get involved. Hedwig hopped into her cage and watched the verbal battle unfold.
“You disgusting old pervert!” Hermione shouted in shock.
“Guilty as charged,” the ghost answered with obvious pride.
“Is this why you needed my help?” demanded Hermione, turning to Harry. “Some perverted ghost was pestering you, and you thought that I should get involved.”
“Um yeah… no… kinda,” replied Harry sheepishly. “I mean sorta… well he told me that his sword will help destroy the Horcruxes and that I need to get my hands on the sword by tomorrow or it’ll be too late.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me about it before… before…” Hermione stammered obviously embarrassed. “Before I… we…”
“Started to play a gauntly little tune on his skin flute?” Gryffindor helpfully offered. Both Harry and Hermione did their best to ignore the ghost.
“I was worried about you,” replied Harry truthfully. “When you came in, you were awfully upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay, to see if there was anything I could do to help you, before I asked you to help me. And then well, I kinda forgot about it when we um… were…”
Hermione’s eyes shined as she looked at her friend.
“You were worried about me? That’s so sweet!” Hermione said. “I’m sorry for getting angry at you.”
“Now that you two have made up,” Gryffindor interrupted, “why don’t you go on and shake glands?”
“Harry, do you know any method to kill a ghost?” Hermione asked as she looked at Gryffindor, scathingly.
“I was going to ask you about that, actually,” answered Harry.
“Fine, spoil my fun. It’s not like there’s a lot to do when one’s a ghost,” Gryffindor pouted.
“Oh, sod off, you old coot!” both Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.
“Why do you need to get the sword by tomorrow?” Hermione asked Harry.
“He told me that the charms on the sword that would help me destroy the Horcruxes will fail if I don’t get it by then,” Harry answered. “But I can’t leave this house until my birthday, which isn’t for two days. And I have the Order standing guard making sure I don’t leave.”
“So you need a distraction in order to escape,” clarified Hermione to which Harry nodded. The brunette witch thought for a moment before snapping her fingers and calling out triumphantly, “We’ll get Fred and George to help!”
“That’s what I said,” stated Harry, “but the degenerate over there said I should get you…”
“Well, the twins wouldn’t have given you a hand job, would they?” Gryffindor defended himself. “I had your best interests in mind.”
“You mean start to give him a hand job,” Hermione argued bitterly. “Before you barged in for a cheap show and said ‘brainy girls are naughty’!”
“Let’s not point fingers and play the ‘blame game’ now,” Gryffindor brushed the witch off. “You have a quest ahead of you! Get cracking!”
And with a pop, the ghost of Gryffindor disappeared.
“Can ghosts Apparate?” Harry asked.
“No, the old pervert is probably just invisible,” answered Hermione. “He’s just hoping we go at it again.”
“Fine, I’ll leave then.” Gryffindor’s disembodied voice called out and his footsteps were heard walking out of Harry’s room.
“So, are we going to go at it again now that he’s gone?” Harry asked hopefully; ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage were already starting to ache. Hermione gave the young man a look that clearly said “No.” As a matter of fact, one could discern from that particular look that if Harry had wished to pursue this inquiry, it could be quite easily stated that the look also insinuated that he would get his willy cut off.
Hermione walked over to Harry’s desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the twins. She handed Harry the letter which he attached to Hedwig’s leg.
“Could you take this to the twins, girl?” Harry asked. The owl nipped at Harry’s finger affectionately and flew out the window. Harry was quite a bit surprised when his snowy owl dove toward the ground after only flapping her wings twice instead of soaring off into the horizon. “She doesn’t do that normally,” he said aloud.
Both Harry and Hermione went to the window to check on Hedwig’s progress. They were both astonished to see the owl perched on nothing, in mid-air, across the street from # 4. “She doesn’t do that normally, either,” announced Harry.
The two teens rushed out of the house and across the street to where Hedwig had landed and seemed to be hovering six feet above the ground; hovering without using her wings at all, that is. The owl hooted to her master from her invisible perch as if she wanted to be congratulated for doing a good job. Harry moved toward his bird when he heard a noise coming from the empty space below Hedwig.
“What’s he doing here?” a familiar voice asked in a hushed tone.
“Shut up you prat, or they’ll hear us!” another familiar voice hissed.
“Hi, Fred,” Harry greeted the air.
“Hi, George,” Hermione added.
“I think they know we’re here,” one of the twins stated.
“Really? I couldn’t tell,” retorted the other.
A slit opened in thin air revealing the interior of an invisible magical tent. Fred and George stuck their heads out and greeted Harry and Hermione.
“Do you like our new invention?” Fred asked innocently.
“Yes, it’s called the Peeping-Tom-Tent!” George added. “Quite ingenious really, the amount of charms used on it and whatnot.”
“Yes, you see a Disillusionment Charm is used on the outside…”
“While a Transparency Charm is used on the inside.”
“So the people on the inside can see out…”
“But no one on the outside can see the tent…”
“So sexual deviants can peep to their hearts content,” both the twins laughed weakly.
“So, you just happened to decide to test your new product right across the street where Harry is staying?” asked Hermione.
“Well… we wanted to test it in a Muggle neighborhood….” George stammered.
“… And it was just coincidence that we ended up here…” Fred completed his brother’s poorly fabricated lie.
“When did you two join the Order, then?” Harry asked, effectively ending the charade.
The twins slumped their shoulders in defeat.
“Right after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts,” said George.
“Yeah, because our Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder was essential in the attack…” Fred continued.
“We didn’t know Draco was gonna use it like that when we sold it to him,” concluded George.
“How did you think he was going to use it then?” Hermione inquired.
“Well… he said he was going to use it to seduce Ginny…”
“WHAT!?!” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“What makes you think she would have been seduced by Draco if he used the Darkness Powder?” Hermione asked.
“Our little sister gets turned on by the dark…” George answered.
“Bit of a strange turn on really,” Fred offered. “And Malfoy told us he had an elaborate plan to win Ginny’s heart.”
“You wanted your sister to be with that slimy git?” Harry asked, completely shocked.
“Well it’s better than you and her getting together,” argued Fred. “You and Ginny are just disturbing.”
“What do you mean?” demanded Harry.
“Come on mate, she looks like your mother!” George stated, while Fred shuddered.
“WHY THE HELL DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME?” Harry cried to the heavens.
“We thought you knew,” said George.
“We just assumed you were bent in the head,” offered Fred.
“I hate you both a great deal,” pronounced Harry. “Really, I do.”
“Let’s get back to the matter at hand,” Hermione implored, “and drop how sick Harry and Ginny’s relationship was.”
“Hey!” Harry cried, taking offence.
“Harry and I need to leave this house immediately,” Hermione continued, ignoring Harry’s protest.
“No,” Fred stated at once.
“We’re under strict orders from the Order,” George continued.
“You don’t have to tell anyone,” Hermione implored compassionately. “Do it for Harry, please?”
“Nope,” the twins pronounced in unison.
“We’ll give you money to turn your back for just a few hours.” Hermione offered.
“Nope!”
Hermione threw her arms up in disgust; she had tried to get the twins to do it out of compassion and then bribery but to no avail. That only left blackmail.
“Fine, have your way. But just to let you know, if you don’t let us leave, when we go to Bill and Fluer’s wedding, I’ll slip Harry and Ginny a Lust Potion,” threatened Hermione as she fought back the bile creeping up her throat caused by the images running through her head.
“So what?” George asked as Harry’s gag reflex kicked in.
“Yeah, Harry would like it,” Fred continued, neither twin noticed that Harry had doubled over.
“I’ll give them a Lust Potion and I’ll make sure that they sit at your table,” Hermione stated as she broke out in a cold sweat. “I can imagine it now; you’ll see Harry’s hand slip under the table, but what you won’t see is Harry’s hand slip into Ginny’s skirt and then… slip a finger or two into Ginny herself….”
George lurched a bit at Hermione’s description, whereas Fred put up a brave face, even though he wanted to run as far away as possible. Harry had dropped all pretences and had started to dry heave once more.
“After that, Harry and Ginny will snog while still finger-banging her, right there at the table in front of you,” Hermione continued, not quite suppressing the quiver of disgust in her voice. “Harry might just pull her robe down so he can…” Hermione paused and swallowed, as she steeled herself for the forthcoming image, “… s-s-s-suckle her tit in public.”
Fred balked and George clutched his stomach. Harry weakly pawed at Hermione’s leg, silently begging her not to continue. He didn’t care about the stupid Horcruxes anymore; Voldemort could take over the world as far as he was concerned. He just wanted Hermione to stop talking about him fondling a girl that looked like his mum.
“Do you think Ginny will wank him off under the table? Or perhaps she’ll go down on him?” Hermione questioned as the disturbing images made her start to go light-headed. “Oh, no; I don’t think you’ll get off that easily. Harry’ll bend her over the table and make her a woman. Right there, in front of you and the rest of your family.
“I figure she’ll squeal a bit when he breaks her hymen,” Hermione’s face had turned a nice shade of green due to the mental image she gave herself, when Fred suddenly interrupted.
“Hold one, wait a minute,” Fred interjected, hoping to derail Hermione’s conversation. “Do you honestly think our little sister still has her hymen intact?”
“Yeah, how else do you think she got so popular so quickly?” added George.
“Fine then,” Hermione countered. She decided to go full bore and take the fight out of the twins. “She’ll just start grinding her hips into his, driving his manhood deeper and deeper into her pulsing box. Do you think he’ll smack her arse? Can you imagine the red, hand-shaped welt forming on her milky white flesh? The same milky white flesh that Harry’s mother had!”
Hermione’s vivid description became too much. Tears of fear and displeasure rolled down Fred’s face as George fell to his knees, begging in a sad, muted tone for Hermione to stop.
“They’ll call out each other’s name in ecstasy,” Hermione added as Harry crumpled to the ground, sobbing. “She’ll scream, ‘HARRY, I’M CUMMING!’ and he’ll grunt as he cums inside her. Then he’ll lean in close to her ear and say: ‘You’re the best… mum!'”
The twins fell to the grassy ground with a thud and Harry mercifully began to black out. Hermione stood over Fred and George and concluded her threat.
“If you don’t let us leave, and without alerting the rest of the Order, I’ll make sure you get to witness first-hand how much Harry loves his mother!”
Some time later, a throbbing pressure in his jeans woke Harry up. Apparently, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still mad that he wasn’t allowed to finish playing earlier, and he was still taking his anger and frustration out on his luggage, which Harry assumed, had turned from the earlier blue into a nice puce color by now. The young man groaned as he sat up in his chair. To his surprise, Harry was on the Knight Bus, but he had no recollection as to how he got there. He just remembered blacking out while Hermione was spinning a disturbing tale of blackmail and sex, disgusting sex at that. Obviously, Hermione had convinced the twins that it was in their best interest to let her and Harry leave # 4. He figured she had convinced them to help her to get him on the Bus as well.
Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione sitting next to him. The young woman had no color to her face except for a touch of sickly green around her eyes.
“I hope you appreciate what I did for you, Harry,” she said. “All those horrible images have burrowed into my brain. I’m going to have nightmares for weeks now!”
The witch threw herself into Harry’s arms and wept into his chest.
“It was so horrible, Harry” she cried in-between tears. “I kept seeing you… and Ginny… doing… bad… terrible things!”
“Shh; it’s okay, shh,” Harry cooed while gently rubbing her back. “It’s never going to happen.” Harry felt a tinge of guilt as his hands run across Hermione’s back because he kept remembering how nice and warm her bare skin felt a few hours previously.
With a “BANG”, the Knight Bus screeched to a halt directly in front of the gates to Hogwarts. Hermione leaned on Harry heavily, since her knees where still weak from her earlier ordeal, as they exited the Bus and walked up to the gates.
“The gates will be locked,” stated Hermione as the Knight Bus rocketed into the distance. “We’ll have to go through the Shrieking Shack.”
As the two teens marched to the Shack in a roundabout way in order to avoid the villagers of Hogsmeade, Harry was taken back at how low the sun had gotten in the sky. When he had lost consciousness, it had still been late morning to early afternoon. By the position of the sun in the sky, Harry guessed that it was now nearly time for supper.
“How long was I out?” Harry asked.
“A while,” replied Hermione. “I had the twins help me put you on the Knight Bus right after you blacked out. But the driver is new, and he got lost for a few hours. I swear to God I think we somehow ended up in Dijon, France for about an hour. I think we ran over a baguette seller’s cart.”
They remained silent as they ventured through the tunnel that led from the Shrieking Shack to the grounds of Hogwarts. Each step for Harry was nearly excruciating, /’Harry Jr.’/s’ luggage cried out in pain at every footfall. When the teens finally emerged from the tunnel, the sun was about to say ‘good-night’ and leave them in the dark. By the time they had entered the castle, the only remains of the sun was an orange hue on the horizon.
Harry led the way to the Headmaster’s office. The castle was eerily empty and quiet; Peeves didn’t even seem to be around. After a few minutes, they reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the door to the Headmaster’s office.
“Oh, bugger,” cursed Harry. “I don’t know the password!”
Hermione chewed her lip for a moment before saying: “McGonagall is the new Headmistress, but what password would she have used?”
“Dumbledore liked to use sweets,” added Harry. “They were always along the lines of ‘lemon drops,’ ‘acid pops,’ ‘cockroach clusters’…”
“So we just have to figure out what she likes…?” Hermione said to herself.
“‘Ice mice’…” continued Harry, because he honestly didn’t know what the Head of Gryffindor liked. But, he felt compelled to say something.
“What does McGonagall like?”
“‘Fizzing Whizbees’…” again, Harry continued to list the code-words Dumbledore might have used.
“I don’t think she likes sweets, Harry,” stated Hermione.
“‘Blood pops’…”
“Blast it Harry!” Hermione ordered. “Please either be quiet or….”
Hermione was about to continue her philippic toward Harry, but was interrupted when the gargoyle sprung to life and stepped to the side.
“The password is ‘Blast’?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“That isn’t very smart,” stated Harry. “What if someone wanted to break in? They could just walk up and say ‘Let’s use a Blast-ing Hex to blow the gargoyle up.’ And the silly thing would just open up for them like that,” he continued, snapping his fingers to highlight his point.
“Actually,” the stone gargoyle grumbled, his voice sounded like two stones grinding together, “the Headmistress hasn’t made up a password yet. I’m allowed to open up for anyone. I just wanted to play with you for a bit.”
“You cheeky little bugger!” Harry chastised the stone figure.
“Let’s just go, Harry,” groaned Hermione as she stomped up the stairs. Harry followed, shooting a dirty look at the gargoyle.
As they entered the office, they were greeted with a hundred different snoring sounds. But one voice did greet them.
“Hello Harry, Hermione, I was wondering when would you show up,” Dumbledore’s painting said with a genuine smile.
“Hello, Professor,” Harry returned the greeting.
Hermione, however, was too amazed at the sights and sounds of hundreds of former Headmasters and mistresses sleeping in their frames. “Is that Armando Dippet?” she questioned to no one in particular. “And that’s Dilys Derwent!”
“Harry, there are two occasions on which you can stop calling me ‘Professor’ and use my given name,” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. “One of which is if you graduate. The other is if one of us dies. And seeing that I am ‘living impaired,’ you may call me Albus.”
“Okay, hello, Albus,” Harry felt odd referring to his mentor in such an informal way. “How are you, sir?”
“Is that Roderic Hillsworth?” Hermione asked aloud once more as she continued to study the different paintings. “And that’s Hamilton the III!”
“I’m dead,” replied the magical painting, “and you?”
“I’m… ah… alive,” was the best response that Harry could come up with.
“Wonderful, I take you’re here because of the visitor you’ve received?”
“You know about him?”
“And that’s… that’s…” Hermione stammered somewhere in the back of the office. “That’s James Doohan!?!”
“Of course I know about Godric visiting you,” Dumbledore said with a wink. “I was the one who sent him.
“Why the hell is there a magical painting of James Doohan here?” Hermione asked from the dark corner where she was standing.
“So you sent him to tell me about the sword?” Harry asked.
“Yes, it is over there on the shelf behind you,” stated Dumbledore.
“Did you know he’s a perverted old coot?” Harry asked as he walked over to the shelf.
“Yes, I am terribly sorry about that, however he was the only ghost I could find,” replied Dumbledore solemnly. “I discovered how perverted he was, first hand, during my sixth year as a student. The future Mrs. Dumbledore and I stole away to a broom-closet when he suddenly appeared over my shoulder making inappropriate suggestions to me. I still don’t believe brooms should be used in such a way.”
Harry looked at the gleaming sword that lay before him. It had been over four years since he had last held it. His hand hovered over the bejeweled handle momentarily. He felt power coming from the sword; power that he had not detected when he first wielded the sword in his second year.
“Excuse me, Professor,” Hermione asked as she walked up to Dumbledore’s painting. “Why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?”
“I’ll only answer if you call me Albus,” the painting demanded in a cheery tone.
As Harry’s hand wrapped around the hilt, a wave of power ran through his body. Harry hoisted the sword up and held it triumphantly over his head.
“Fine. Albus, why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?” repeated Hermione.
“I was playing a little joke on my predecessors,” Albus chuckled. “You see, Hogwarts is in Scotland, and Mr. Doohan played a character called ‘Scotty.’ Do you understand my sense of humor?
“No,” Hermione said honestly.
The sword felt completely natural to Harry, as if it was an extension of his body. He was about the share this revelation with Hermione, when the office door swung open and a very perturbed Minerva McGonagall stomped in followed by an equally agitated Remus Lupin. Both Harry and Hermione froze like statues in their respective places.
“Damn those Weasley twins,” McGonagall said rapidly through clenched teeth. She obviously had not yet seen Harry or Hermione as she continued her stomping and ranting. “How they could possibly have let Potter slip by is beyond me.”
“I’ve already checked #12 and he isn’t there,” said Remus as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Tonks is checking the parks and shops around Little Whinging.”
“And Molly told me he isn’t at the Burrow!” supplied McGonagall.
It was at this point that Remus finally stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and took notice of the office and its occupants. He saw Hermione standing in front of Dumbledore’s painting sheepishly and saw Harry off to the side standing like some sort of action hero with a sword held high. Harry waved weakly at the old werewolf.
“Where can he be?” McGonagall cried out in frustration.
“He could be standing over there,” stated Remus as he pointed at the raven-haired youth.
McGonagall spent the next better part of an hour yelling at Harry and Hermione. She was considering ‘tar and feather’-ing them when Albus finally spoke up.
“Don’t be too harsh on them, Minerva,” the painting pleaded.
“Why not?” Minerva cleverly retorted.
“It is my fault that Harry and Hermione are here,” said Albus.
“What?” Minerva screeched. “You left us explicit orders that Potter wasn’t to leave that house until he turned seventeen!”
“It is quite funny, actually,” chuckled Albus. “You see, I forgot about the sword.”
The deceased Headmaster explained to the new Headmistress about the Sword of Gryffindor, but left out any reference to the Horcruxes.
“Well, how did Harry know to come and get the sword?” Minerva asked. “You certainly couldn’t have written to him.”
“I sent a ghost to him.”
“Oh? Which one?”
“Godric Gryffindor.”
“Oh, Albus, you didn’t. Not Gryffindor,” stated Minerva sternly.
“I couldn’t convince any of the others to do it for me.” Albus defended.
“Professor, you know about Gryffindor’s… er tendencies?” Hermione asked.
“Yes, I’ve had the pleasure…” Minerva said the word like it was some contemptuous thing, “… to meet him whilst I was showering four years ago. The scoundrel had offered to towel me off, but his offer specifically excluded using a towel!
“Did he say something to trouble you, my dear?” Minerva asked Hermione upon noticing the young witch’s embarrassment.
“No ma’am!” Hermione replied a little too vehemently.
“I suppose you want me to return to my Aunt’s house now,” Harry said in a defeated tone.
“It is now an impossibility, Potter. Your relatives have kicked you out,” McGonagall informed him. “We found out you weren’t in the house when your uncle started to chuck your things out your now-former bedroom window.”
Remus walked up to Harry and handed him his school trunk which had been shrunk to the size of a matchbox. “Don’t worry, I picked up your things,” the former Marauder said.
“And seeing the late hour, you two can spend the night in your old dormitories,” McGonagall said, dismissing the two teens.
Harry and Hermione stopped by the kitchen for some supper. Harry was famished; he ate almost as fast as the House-Elves were able to put food in front of him. He was stuffing his face with meat pies, kippers, white beans and toast, and other disgusting examples of English cuisine.
“Harry, something’s been bothering me,” said Hermione after she finished her meal. Harry turned his attention to his pretty friend while sampling some Plowman’s Lunch. “Even if we do destroy the Horcruxes, you’ll still have to face Voldemort.”
Harry suddenly no longer felt hungry.
“I mean he is the most powerful wizard alive,” Hermione continued. “We’re just kids! We have to find a way to learn useful skills quickly.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Harry.
“It’s time for a good old fashion Library visit,” Hermione finished with a happy smile.
After spending four hours reading various books on various subjects, Harry groaned as he threw another book down.
“I can’t read another word,” Harry declared irritably. “I think my eyes are going to melt out of my head!”
Not only were his eyes sore, but his ‘bits’ were still sore as well. He had tried several times to find an excuse to go off to the loo and relieve himself, but couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse to be absent for several minutes, leaving Hermione alone researching a way to keep him alive.
“Alright, let’s take a break from reading,” Hermione said and closed the overly large tome in front of her. “Did you find anything useful?”
“I did come across something,” said Harry as he sat down and tried to inconspicuously rearrange ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. “What about using a Time Turner to arrange some extra training time?”
“Actually, I read up on some case studies of that when I used the Time Turner in our third year,” Hermione explained. “It seems a number of wizards have tried this, but for some reason, after they have used the Time Turner for a period of time, they simply cease to exist!”
“They cease to exist?” That little nugget caught Harry’s attention.
“Yes, it’s as if the ‘powers that be’ lose interest and move on to different things,” Hermione added, “completely abandoning the wizard who used the Time Turner.”
“Well, I don’t want to cease to exist!” Harry exclaimed. “How about you? Did you come up with any ideas?
“I did come across something interesting in this book,” Hermione stated as she reopened the large book in front of her. “There is a way for us to travel to another dimension. Time moves differently there so for every day that passes here, a year will have occurred in the other dimension, so we could literally study seven years while only a week has passed here.”
“Great! How do we get there?” Harry asked as he tried to surreptitiously adjust himself once more in vain attempt for comfort.
“Let me see…” Hermione paused as she skimmed over the pages in the book. “Oh, wait, they’re a few complications.”
“Like what?”
“It seems that the people in the other dimension have a bizarre quirk regarding names; we’d have to call you ‘Paul’ for some outlandish reason. We also have to dye you hair blonde as well as getting rid of your glasses,” Hermione paused again and her face fell. “And the other MAJOR complication is that when the people return to their normal dimension, they tend to have some kind of nervous breakdown.”
“What d’you mean?”
“It appears that they wake up one day and believe their experiences in the other dimension are just a dream and they forget every thing they had learned!” Hermione declared in disgust, and pushed the heavy tome off the table which landed on the floor with a thud. “I have just wasted the past four hours!”
“Damnit!” Harry shouted and stood up. He began pacing back and forth while unconsciously trying to readjust himself. Luckily, Harry had had his back toward Hermione when this happened.
“Well, we’ll just have to cram, study as much as humanly possible,” Hermione stated and Harry coughed. Her definition of ‘humanly possible’ was completely different than Harry’s. Or any other human Harry had ever met. “But we’re probably going to have to stay here at the castle; it does have the most extensive library in Europe, after all. I’ll ask McGonagall in the morning if we can stay.”
Harry continued to pace and adjust; this time right in front of Hermione.
“Harry, how close were you?” Hermione asked, noticing her friend’s discomfort.
“To what?” asked Harry.
“How close were you to… um… climaxing?” Hermione added with a slight blush.
“Wha… wha… what?” Harry stuttered in shock at the directness of Hermione’s question. “How what to what-what-ing?”
“Earlier today, how close were you to… well, cumming?” Hermione smiled as she felt her face heat up.
“Well… I… ah… um…” Harry sighed and forced himself to drop his embarrassment. “Let’s just say one more stroke and I would’ve been a happy man.”
“One stroke! You were that close?” Hermione asked, a bit shocked herself. “Oh, you poor thing, it must be terribly uncomfortable for you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Harry waving her concern off. “I just need some ‘alone-time’ to take care of it.”
Biting her lip, Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry. She took his hands in hers, and without saying a word, led him to the empty spot on the table when the discarded heavy tome once was.
“Sit,” Hermione commanded.
“Hermione, you don’t have to,” Harry said as he felt the blood leave his upper brain. He then added under his breath; “That is, if you don’t want to.”
“Ever the gentleman, Mr. Potter,” Hermione said. “Now, sit!”
Harry sat on the hard desk and felt ‘Harry, Jr.’ begin to stir. Hermione cupped Harry’s face and kissed his lips. It wasn’t as frantic or desperate as their kisses were earlier in the day, but it was far more stimulating and more passionate. His lips burned as their mouths played with each other. He could taste her on his tongue, and it was intoxicating. His hand traveled up from her hip and caressed her breast through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Damn blouse! God-Damn Bra!
Hermione’s hands also traveled, but they traveled south whereas Harry’s had gone north. Her hands stopped to playfully tweak his nipples. Harry felt aroused, and a pang of jealousy brought on by the pinch of Hermione’s fingers: ‘If she can play with my nipples, why can’t I play with hers? Lousy Damn blouse! Lousy God‑Damn Bra!’
It was at this moment that ‘Harry, Jr.’ completely woke up. He started shouting, “Hey, hey, what about me? Don’t forget about me! I’m right down here!”
It was as if Hermione had heard the organ’s pleas. Her hands left Harry’s chest, and in a few deft moves, freed /’Harry, Jr.’/. Suddenly, as she gripped his member, Hermione stopped kissing Harry. He was about to ask her why she had stopped kissing him, when his upper brain shut down due to Hermione’s next action. She knelt in front of him. The only cognitive thought in Harry’s mind was, ‘Eep!’
The frizzy-haired witch leaned forward and tentatively licked ‘Harry, Jr.’/. He gripped the edge of the table and let out a low moan. Once again, /’Harry, Jr.’ shed a tear of joy.
“I’ve heard Lavender and Parvati talk about this, but I’ve never done it,” Hermione said as she gently stroked ‘Harry, Jr.’. “So tell me if I’m not doing it properly.”
Harry had never had this happen to him, so he had no experience in it either. But with the little experience he just received, he felt fairly confident when he asked Hermione, “There’s an improper way to do it?”
“Yes, there is. I could use my teeth,” she replied while smiling up at him.
“Point taken.”
Hermione started to orally stimulate ‘Harry, Jr.’, her head bobbed up and down while her tongue twirled this way and that over his sensitive flesh. Hermione’s deliciously warm mouth was beyond description. Her saliva coated his manhood as her tongue and lips traced every bump and vein on Harry’s shaft. Harry’s vision became blurred and his breathing labored in a short matter of time. His hands found their way into Hermione’s hair as she bobbed her head up and down rhythmically on /’Harry, Jr.’/. Just when Harry couldn’t conceive how the sensation could get any better, Hermione started humming a jaunty little tune. It was quite possible that Harry had started to gurgle out of pleasure.
Normally, when a man was in the situation that Harry was in, he wouldn’t have cared to notice what tune the woman was humming. But it was a familiar tune that had burned into Harry’s mind at an early age. It was from a film that his aunt had made him watch over and over when he was a child because the insipid Dudley liked it so. A little girl with very curly hair was the star, and the song that Hermione was humming while performing fellatio on Harry was sung by that little girl in the film. Harry couldn’t remember the entire song or the title (right now he was having trouble remembering to breathe), but he did remember one bit in particular. This bit of the song played over and over in his head as Hermione continued at her task.
“On the (something)-(something) lollipop, it’s a sweet trip to a candy shop. Where the bon-bons play, on the sunny beach…”
Harry tried desperately to get the asinine, childish song out of his head and concentrate on more important things. Things like Hermione going down on him! Damn Aunt Petunia for making him watch a movie with such a stupid song…
Then Harry felt the build up and shortly thereafter, the release. With a grunt and groan, Harry became a happy man, a very happy man as he shot his seed into Hermione’s mouth. However, Hermione wasn’t a happy woman. On the contrary, she was very unhappy. She spent the next several minutes coughing, gagging, and spitting into a waste bin. In-between various gags, coughs, and spits, she would hiss at Harry menacingly; “Next time… warn me!”
The two teens left the library and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room, only speaking once in a while. And then only talking politely about trivial and inconsequential things. After they said their ‘good-nights,’ Harry felt a bit guilty about Hermione’s discomfort; next time he would warn her so it wouldn’t happen again. Harry immediately felt hope spring up in his chest, ‘Next time!’ Hermione had clearly used the phrase “next time!”
To be continued!

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