Group Sex At Our House
After attending a couple of sex parties my wife and I decided to have one of our own
After attending a couple of sex parties my wife and I decided to have one of our own
Harry and Hermione try to make their way to Hogwarts.
They all agree that he has given them the most exciting sex of their entire lives and do not want to lose that. They all agree that he has shown them the pleasure of the dark kinky side of sex which excites them all.
I hope you like it. It’s written as though I met someone like than and had the guts to follow though! Get in touch and let me know what you think.
My sister was a fast learner
This is my first story Goddess in Chains after revising it.
Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”
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Hey all just an edit of my recent story, changed to have paragraph format for easier reading and a couple of minor adjustments here and there
All works of fiction. No ages mentioned so make what assumptions you want. Happy belated Halloween.
Lizell finally triumphs
A couple get to have a threesome with the teen girl they have both lusted after
Wendy told her friend a story, her friend told me. That’s a story that needs to be true!
This is a part two of the original Megan Dream
This is a fictional work and all characters are above 18 years old. Themes involve a brother blackmailing his sister into sex with him and his friend. Do not read if you are not interested in this theme.
Rhoda’s sister decides to spend Christmas vacation at Rhoda’s
Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.
Jasmine and her two sisters cross every taboo line.
Kristin and Sam’s relationship is on the rocks. Will an alien encounter bring them closer or tear them apart?
My heartfelt thanks go to all that read, vote and comment on my stories. It’s encouraging and inspiring me to keep telling Missy’s stories in her strange, extremely horny world. Happy reading!
A continuation from “it started with my mom 4”, if you haven’t read the previous stories of this saga i strongly suggest you do read them before reading this, this has a bit of character building towards the middle end of the story so be warned 😉
A Rockstar and a Journalist. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
I married into a family that had a lot of problems. It was almost like watching a soap opera with out a TV. This episode was called the cheating cocaine addicted husband. My father-in-law was addicted to cocaine and was out with his friends.
I am not sure if he was cheating or not, but my mother-in-law was convinced of it. Salma (The mother-in-law) was in another drunken stupor. But this time she took it one step further. She popped a lot of pain pills. When she called slurring and told us what she had done, we immediately headed for her house. My brother-in-law was out with his friends, so my wife and I called 911 as we headed over to the house. As we got there, the paramedics pulled up. They checked her over and told us that she would not over dose with the type of pain pill she took. As they left, my wife took all of the alcohol and pills from the house and put them in the car. She was plenty pissed at her dad. Me – I didn’t care. Like I said, this was all just a soap opera. (And I have seen this episode before) My wife asked me to stay with her mom while she went out looking for her dad. I agreed knowing this would be an all night ordeal. What a way to waste a Saturday night!
Now let me tell you about Salma. She is about 5’6” and about 130lbs. She is an older version of my wife. The only difference is that she has red hair instead of brown. I love redheads. Her best feature – her ass! A good ole fashion onion booty. Like mother – like daughter! And the main reason why I married my wife.
As my wife left, I started my job for the night – take care of Salma. I started giving her coffee but she was really far-gone. All she wanted to do was argue. She was still pissed off at her husband. About thirty minutes into this ordeal, Salma informed me she wanted to go to the bathroom. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, she gained her balance and walked into the closet. It was no big deal; most of her clothes, personal items, and such were in her bathroom. What was a surprise was the fact that when she exited the closet, she was almost completely naked. She was trying to put on her nightgown but could not get it over her head. I got a great view of her perky little “B” cup breast bouncing around as she struggled with the nightgown. Her nipples were brown and about the size of a quarter. They were the same size as my wife’s nipples, except hers are pink. I just set back and stared. Why not, I always wanted to know. And since she was an older version of my wife, this moment was also a deeply rooted fantasy. Besides, I was starting to get aroused.
Once she finally got her nightgown on, she proudly informed me that she had to go pee. She lowered her panties and squatted on the toilet, and proceeded to go pee. By this time she already had the nightgown on, so I didn’t get to see her underside. Now I set in disappointment. Not that I am disappointed about seeing her tits, but I am an ass-man. (Remember the onion booty!) Once she stood up, she lost her balance again. I had to quickly grab her and help her to her feet. Salma started to cry. “I’m ugly”, “No one loves me”, “I’m not attractive” – the usual. I tried to comfort her but she wouldn’t listen. The pills were still kicking in and she was slurring bad. She looked up at me, still crying, and said, “Why can’t I turn on men, why do they have to go to other women” (At least that is what I think she said, like I said – she slurred her words) This was my moment. I knew she was plowed. There was no way she would remember tonight if all she had was alcohol; but add the pain pills. This was a sexual mulligan! I had her in my arms holding her up. She was looking up at me. I pulled her closer. “Salma, you are a beautiful woman” I lowered my head, my lips close to hers, “You are turning me on right now”
Our lips touched – This was my move. I set there, waiting for an eruption of anger. I pressed my lips firmer against hers. I was still waiting to be told to stop. My lips parted hers as my tongue slowly slid into her mouth. Again I waited for my slap in the face. My eyes were closed as I kissed her. I held still, softly kissing her. I was going to live in the moment as long as I could or at least until I was told to stop. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed her were closed as well. She was breathing heavy and into the mood. I am not sure if she knew what was going on or cared. Either way, I was going to push this as far as I could. I lowered my hands and firmly grabbed her ass. They quickly raced across her backside. Delicately kneading each cheek. I pulled her closer and felt her go limp. I slowly lowered her to the bathroom floor. Once we lied down, I went back to kissing her. My hands moved from her ass and moved to her breast. After about ten minutes of playing and suckling her breast, I noticed that she passed out. I should have stopped. But would you?
I didn’t have to worry about waking her, so I pulled her nightgown over her head. I moved to the bottom of her body and parted her legs, raising her knees so she spread her legs even wider. Her panties were still left on and I wanted them that way. I quickly lowered myself between her legs and set there smelling her musky scent. I slowly lowered my head and kissed her lower lips through her panties. I slowly stuck out my tongue, pressing the fabric of her panties into the folds of her lips. My tongue easily slid up and down, tasting her through her moistening panties. I lifted her panties to one side, exposing her perfect pink pussy. It was begging for attention. I know. She hadn’t had sex in some time. (Remember the cheating husband?) I dove in, licking and tonguing her beautiful moist cunt. She never moved. Every once in a while a slight moan, but never a stir. I pressed her legs back, which arched her ass up. This exposed her tight little button. Since she was out (And I know she is a freak – this is why I am not sure if her husband cheats) I slowly slid my tongue into her asshole. My lips were pressed tightly against her sphincter so I pressed my tongue deep into her backside. My hands parted her cheeks, which gave me a better chance to violate her asshole with my tongue. I switched back and forth for about 20 minutes. Tonguing her pussy and then her ass and then her pussy and so on.
By this time, I was aching. My dick was oozing pre-cum and begging to be released. I rose up and straddled her face. I let my cock rest on her lips and slid it back and forth. I covered her mouth in my pre-cum but she was out. I opened her mouth with my hand enough to allow me to enter her. I slowly slid my cock in her mouth. It was a turn on at first, but I had to do all of the work. After about five minutes, I decided to speed up the process. I started rubbing my manhood. Aiming my shaft toward her mouth opening. As I felt my balls tighten up, I quickly slid the tip of my cock into her mouth. I must have cum a gallon, but I am sure it was just a couple of spurts. I know I poured my soul into her mouth. And to my surprise, she slowly closed her mouth and licked her lips. I am sure it was reflex. But that turned me on so much; my cock would not go down. I lowered between her legs and slid my cock into her cunt. I quickly increased the pace. Sliding in and out of her glistening pussy. I got a little brave and bottomed out in her twat. I wanted to feel my legs pound against hers. I was really becoming turned on feeling her legs pressed up in the air as my cock buried deep into her cunt.
She never moved. I had an idea. I wonder if I could fuck her in the ass? I didn’t have to worry about her having a sore asshole. She was already loose from my anal tonguing. And I am not a big man. No 10” dick here. I am about 5-6” and average girth. So I rolled her over. I stuffed some of the dirty clothes under her arching her backside up. I spread her cheeks and went back to tonguing her asshole. I slowly inserted a finger. It slid in easily. I tried two fingers and her asshole swallowed both digits. I am a little bigger than two fingers, so the next digit was my cock. I rose up and put my dick head at the entrance of her bum. My hands spread her cheeks exposing her glistening anal button. I slowly slid in my cock. I pressed further and further until I was all of the way inside of her. I was not going to pound her ass like I did her cunt. I didn’t want her to have a sore bottom. I slowly slid back and forth living in the moment. Again I felt my balls tingle and my dickhead swell up. Since I was going really slowly, my orgasm started slow, peaked slow, and lasted forever. I held her ass cheeks in my hands spreading her backside. I could see my dick buried in her asshole. I was in heaven. My cock emptied its load, slowly softened, and slipped out of her bum.
I quickly grabbed some tissue and wiped her asshole and cunt. I needed a keepsake though. I quickly pulled off her panties and replaced them with a fresh pair. I put her nightgown back on and then pulled her to her feet and escorted her to bed. She still did not wake. I put her in bed and fondled her tits a little bit more. I quickly kissed her pubic mound through her new pair of panties while slipping a finger into her cunt. I wanted to start all over again but I pulled the covers over her. I hid my memento and went up to my wife’s old bedroom and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning with my wife at my side sound asleep. I headed downstairs where I found my Salma in the kitchen drinking some coffee. She had a hangover from hell and was completely unaware of what had happened. I sat down beside her a grabbed a coke. “What a night!” I said. “I wish I could remember it” Salma said. I realized I indeed did get a mulligan. Too bad it will probably never happen again. She got divorced about a year later and hasn’t ever done what she did that night. But I still have the panties!
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After all of our time-limited sexual play over the weekend, Monday morning comes and Shelly and I are able to finally loose the fires that had been building within us.
Girls share in a first female sexual experience.
I get to pleasure my married ex gf
What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy.
Jennifer sees her son, and tastes him..
I had Wanda right where I wanted her.
Room mates experiencing fun