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Lupa Love

I enjoy gay fiction, but lately, I’ve been experimenting with supernatural gay fiction. This is my first part of the first story, I hope you guys like it. Please leave me detailed comments, so that I may improve 🙂

Little League Mom

This beautiful mother at our Little League game really gets under my skin or more correctly I get into her skin.

slow sunday in a stationery store

I work part time at this shitty stationery store. My coworkers are complete dick bags, and my boss is an asshat, but there is one redeeming quality to my job. The girls. My store is situated in an upper class suburb, close to a local, all girls high school. And Jesus fucking Christ the girls here really are something.

15Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Fifteen: Happy B-Day to the Erection Killer!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut- fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Fifteen Summary: The gang goes to Ginny’s birthday party where Harry and Hermione get their revenge on the twins!
Harry was in an incredible amount of pain. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Hermione fainting and unexpectedly head-butting ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. As every bloke will tell you; any blow to the genitals is unbelievably painful – mind you this description only applies to the blow of the punching variety; when the blow comes from the lips, tongue, and mouth, the sensation is incredibly nice. Our hero never realized that getting some “head” could be so painful and downright dangerous.
With a pitiful groan, Harry opened his eyes. Judging by the sunlight streaming into the Common Room, he had been unconscious all night. Hermione was still unconscious… and in his lap.
Her head lay heavily in his crotch. Hermione’s kinky hair was spread out all over his lap, and judging by her warm breath on/ ‘Harry, Jr.’/ her mouth must’ve been very close to his penis. It was as if she was using Harry’s lap as a pillow.
As gently as he could, Harry tried to rouse his girlfriend. He placed his hand on her head and spoke softly; “Hermione get up.”
Hermione, who was apparently dreaming, muttered, “Not now. I wanna sleep some more.” To show just how much she wanted to sleep, Hermione nuzzled her face into her imaginary pillow. As mentioned previously, Harry’s lap was this pillow. She sleepily rubbed her nose and lips into ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. Now, Harry’s bits were bruised and battered, but his beautiful (and naked) girlfriend was rubbing her face in his genitals, and therefore overrode the pain he was feeling.
Even though it was beaten, ‘Harry, Jr.’ found the strength to begin to stand. If it got the chance to stand even more, it’d be poking Hermione in the eye or perhaps up her nose.
Half of Harry’s brain wanted Hermione to remain in her sleepy state and continue to nuzzle his bits. But the other half of his brain realized that Hermione would be quite irate if that happened. He rationalized that no witch would want to wake up to an erect penis jabbing her in the nose. So, Harry shoved that half of his brain that wanted a “face-job” into the corner of his mind and threatened to give it a stern lecture about inappropriate thoughts later. It also occurred to him, that even if ‘Harry, Jr.’ was completely flaccid and not aroused like it was, Hermione might not like the idea of having it pressed up against her conk anyhow.
Harry reckoned that the best way to wake his lovely witch was to lift her face up and off of his lap. He gently placed his hands on either side of her head and lifted slowly. Two things caught his eye once he removed Hermione’s face from his groin. The first was that Hermione must have recently drooled a little; a thin line of spittle connected her lips and his bits. It was a rather naughty and intriguing image. However the second thing that caught his eye wasn’t as intriguing. Apparently, when Hermione was nuzzling into his groin, some of her wild and kinky hair had accidentally gotten wrapped around ‘Harry, Jr.’ and a few strands looked like they were tangled in his foreskin. This was a bad thing.
He couldn’t remove her with out pulling her hair out – which would be painful for her he imagined – and also the thought of strands of hair tugging at ‘Harry, Jr.’ didn’t sound like much fun for Harry either. So Harry had to resort to his original plan of waking Hermione, despite the side-effect of her potential anger of awakening to find a semi-erect penis in her face.
He was about to poke her – with his finger, Merlin you people have dirty minds – when a voice drifted through the air.
“… it’s horrible, Headmistress,” the gravelly voice of Filch, the Hogwarts’ caretaker stated. Harry heard no less than three pair of feet enter the Common Room. “I found the two bodies on the couch and heard the dreadful screamin’ coming from the boys’ dormitory.” By what Filch was saying, it sounded like he had wandered into the Common Room and thought that Harry and Hermione were dead and must have decided to go to McGonagall for help. Looking around in a panic, Harry searched for his wand. He was desperately trying to find it to either conjure some clothes for him and Hermione or Disillusion both of them. “Seeing that I’m a Squib, I couldn’t do nothing to help, so I fetched you,” Filch concluded
“Oh my,” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as she saw Harry sitting naked on the couch with an equally nude Hermione in his lap.
“Wait, you’re supposed to be dead!” Filch pointed an accusing finger at Harry while the nude wizard waved weakly at his elders.
McGonagall sighed in an almost forlorn way and spoke in a commanding voice; “Miss Granger.” Which led to a very unfortunate incident; Hermione, being the good student she always was, was instantly roused by McGonagall’s order, and by reflex stood rapidly.
After the sound of several strands of hair being forcefully torn out of her head, both of Harry and Hermione’s screams bounced off the walls of the Common Room. Hermione clutched the area of her head where the dozen or so hairs were while Harry clutched his bits.
“My hair!” screeched Hermione.
Harry wanted to counter with “Who cares about your hair, it’ll re-grow! My bits on the other hand have just been strangled and yanked!” But seeing as he was in agony and curled up in the fetal position once more, Harry settled for pathetic high-pitched sounds of pain.
With a frantic expression to her face, Hermione examined her hair closely, to see if any other strands were injured. She was so intent on this that she hadn’t noticed that McGonagall, Pomfrey, and a very stunned Filch were watching her. Harry saw that the caretaker had his lamp-like eyes fixed on Hermione’s shaved groin.
“Avert your eyes, man,” Harry growled menacingly at Filch. Well as menacingly as one can get when they are rolled up into a tight ball and have tears of pain welling up in their eyes.
It was at this point that Hermione finally noticed their “guests” and dove behind the couch to hide.
“Argus, you may leave,” McGonagall said.
“But what about the screams and moans comin’ from the boys’ dormitory?” Filch asked.
As if on cue, Luna’s groan floated down from Harry and Ron’s room. For a moment, both McGonagall and Pomfrey were visibly concerned with the groans and it was obvious that the two older witches couldn’t tell it was a pleasurable moan. Harry was about to tell McGonagall not to worry, but hesitated when he realized that he’d have to tell his stern mentor that Ron was shagging his girlfriend in their room. He paused, trying to find a more civil explanation for the sounds simply because he didn’t want to use the words “shag,” “sex,” or “bang” in front of McGonagall, let alone /to /her. Thankfully, Harry didn’t need to tell the Headmistress what was occurring because Ron unwittingly announced it.
“Oh, yes, pinch my nipples,” Ron’s voice requested and a overjoyed giggle told everyone in the Common Room that Luna was more than happy to oblige.
A blushing McGonagall pretended to ignore Ron’s cheer of, “YES, THAT’S IT!”
“I don’t think we’re needed here, Poppy,” McGonagall said to Madame Pomfrey. “Would you mind taking Argus out with you?” she asked indicating Filch. The Headmistress nodded her head toward Harry and said, “I’ll see you tonight at Miss Weasley’s birthday party.”
With that, McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Filch left Harry and Hermione in the Common Room with what was left of their dignity.
After their elders had left, Harry and Hermione got dressed – although Hermione kept rubbing the side of her head where her hair was torn out and Harry spent a good amount of time untangling her hair from his bits. Once they were finished dressing, the two young lovers sat on the couch.
“I’m sorry about the head-butt,” offered Hermione sincerely.
“S’okay, it was just an accident,” supplied Harry. “I’m sorry ’bout your hair.”
“It’s alright, it’ll grow back,” Hermione replied, and then added in an undertone, “I hope.”
As a sign of support, Harry kissed the assaulted area on her head. She smiled at his gesture and kissed him back. Of course Harry was hoping that Hermione would’ve copied his action and kissed his assaulted area, but he settled for a kiss on the lips.
“So about this prank against the twins, how does it work?” Harry asked.
“It’s fairly simple,” began Hermione. “All you have to do is stimulate me while I focus on the twins and concentrate on a non-vocal incantation. My orgasm will trigger the ritual and every old witch that the twins see will be completely starkers.”
“So the hard part will be not letting anyone see us doing the ritual,” Harry put in.
“Yes, but we could do a series of Disillusionment and Glamour Charms to make it look like your hand is in your lap and not mine,” replied Hermione. “But the illusion won’t be perfect; if someone looks at us long enough, they’ll see a shimmer around you arm and that may give it away.”
“And they’ll figure out what we’re doing if they see your face,” added Harry.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Hermione asked slightly offended.
“You become very… animated when you climax,” explained Harry
“Fine then, I’ll just have to control myself, won’t I?” Hermione stated.
“Still, we’ll need a distraction to help us hide, just to be safe” offered Harry. “Maybe we’ll do it when Ginny is opening her presents. Everyone should be focusing on her at that point.”
“That’ll work,” agreed Hermione.
“So, what should we do until the party?” asked Harry.
Hermione shared a look with Harry that said that she wasn’t in the mood to fool around just yet; a sentiment that Harry wholeheartedly shared. At least, not so soon after their discovery of why Voldemort kept the traitorous Wormtail around.
“How about we read?” Hermione suggested.
“Oh that reminds me,” Harry said and stood. “I got you some books yesterday.”
The raven-haired wizard made his way up the stairs and knocked on his dorm room door. Seeing that there was no answer from Ron or Luna, Harry assumed that they were asleep. Harry’s suspicion was proven correct when he opened the door and found his two friends asleep. Mind you, they were still both very naked. And on Neville’s bed. Seeing his friends nude wasn’t troubling Harry because he had already done that the day before; he was just glad that they didn’t have sex on his bed. But judging by the crumpled and wrinkled bed sheets, not only did they shag on Neville’s bed, they also did the deed on Dean’s and Seamus’ beds as well. It was safe to assume that the only bed that Ron and Luna didn’t perform any type of sex act on was Ron’s own bed.
Silently, Harry retrieved the books he bought but placed the “Hello Kitty” lingerie to the side. He doubted that Hermione would be pleased with such a gift, and decided to go to Diagon Alley and return it shortly.
Hermione squealed in delight when Harry gave her the books. She immediately flopped down in her favorite chair and began reading them. Harry took this time to go read through his favorite book. He opened up “The Magic of Making Love” to a random page and began to read.
The section he had chosen was entitle “Unusual Rituals and Spells.” One of these unusual rituals was called “The Sticky Widget”. According to the special book, when the ritual was performed, the wizard remained fully erect and functioning until the ritual was ended with the special incantation /”Conquiesco Fessus”/. The major side effect of this ritual was that the wizard’s erect penis would be stuck inside his partner until the ritual was cancelled, allowing at the most a motion of two or three inches while inside the female partner’s bits. It was as if the ritual put a Sticking Charm on the penis for some reason. The idea of being firmly stuck inside a witch didn’t seem too appealing. Why anyone would do such a ritual was beyond Harry.
But the idea of being able to last longer, and thereby pleasing the witch more, was very intriguing to Harry. That way he could easily make Hermione very happy… other than using his magical mouth… and other than using the Pleasure Pressure Points…. Harry wanted to broaden his horizons and be a Jack of All Trades when it came to pleasing Hermione. It was something that he set his mind to achieve: be an expert at pleasuring Hermione.
So Harry searched for a spell or ritual that would increase his stamina, and in short order, he found one. It was easy to find because it was called “The Stamina Ritual”. It would only double the times the wizard could normally perform. But Harry rationalized that two times was better than just once and he memorized the simple ritual. All Harry had to do to get this boost was hop around on his left leg while chanting “Accipio Amplus” seven times.
After he had memorized that ritual, Harry continued to read the book. He was still amazed what was in it. Not just spells and rituals, but positions meant to heighten the pleasure. Some of these positions were called “Churning Cream,” “The Black Bee,” Splinting the Bamboo,” “The Elephant,” /and “The Stag”/ (thankfully not related to Harry’s father and his animagus form).
A while later, Ron and Luna finally came down. They had showered and dressed for the party. Taking their lead, Harry and Hermione showered – separately, they were running late – and got ready for Ginny’s party.
When Harry returned to the Common Room, he found McGonagall waiting along with Ron and Luna.
“I’ve made a Portkey so we won’t get soot on our robes if we go by Floo,” announced McGonagall as she held up an old shoe.
“Thank you, Professor,” Hermione said as she returned from dressing.
The five gathered around the shoe and McGonagall touched her wand to it and incanted “/Portus/.” In a moment, all of them touched the shoe and were magically transported to the Burrow – of course Harry crashed to the ground.
The first thing that Harry noticed was that it was rather hot and unusually humid outside. It was like someone had place a hot wet cloth over his head.
“Bloody heat,” grumbled Ron and he helped Harry to his feet.
“Wotcher, gang,” a cheerful voice called out. Harry turned and saw Tonks walk out of the Burrow with several chairs floating behind her. The Auror waved her wand and the chairs flew off and landed neatly around a number of tables that were already set on the lawn.
“I thought you were on duty tonight?” Hermione asked as she greeted Tonks.
“Got called off the last minute,” Tonks replied with a cheery bloom to her face. Whether the bloom came from happiness or the heat, Harry didn’t know. “So I decided to give Molly a hand setting up Ginny’s party. ‘Course I got the newbie to help me out,” she finished by jerking her thumb back at the Burrow. Just then, Courtney, Tonks’ Auror trainee, stumbled out of the Weasley house. The witch was carrying two massive tankards of butterbeer while sweat poured off her skin.
“Courtney, are you alright?” Harry asked with concern.
“Yeah,” the future Auror responded. “I’m just super hot is all; it’s a burden I have to live with. That and it’s really warm out today.”
“Wow, those are some big jugs,” commented Ron while he eyed the large tankards of butterbeer that Courtney was carrying.
“Well you could be a proper gentleman and give her a hand,” Molly scolded her son as she too came out of the house, carrying more butterbeer. “Instead of standing there like a buffoon.”
Fearful of his mother’s temper, Ron snatched the tankards away from Courtney and Harry asked Mrs. Weasley if he could take the ones she was carrying. For the next twenty minutes, Harry and his friends helped set up Ginny’s party. While they were setting up the party, the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis, arrived via the Knight Bus. Both of them had their cameras, and the moment they saw Harry, began circling their idol and snapping pictures of him.
“Is it true that you’re ga – err… dating Draco?” Colin asked with a hopeful tone in his voice and a desperate gleam in his eyes. Harry got the distinct impression that if he replied “yes” then Colin would drop his camera, disrobe and offer himself to his idol, saying something along the lines of “Leave that hooligan and take me!”
/ /”No, I’m not,” Harry responded, and Colin’s desperate gleam turned hopeful. Wishing to quell the younger wizard’s hope of dating the Boy Who Lived, Harry threw his arm around Hermione and concluded, “I’m very straight.”
The Creevey brothers both uttered a sad “oh” and sulked off.
“Speaking of the rumors of your orientation,” Hermione began as she scanned the growing crowd of guests. “Where are Fred and George?”
“Dunno,” Harry said. “Maybe they’re closing the shop and will be here late.”
Two loud cracks announced the arrival of Luna’s father and Neville. Harry heard Ron make a soft noise of panic somewhere behind him. Harry turned and saw a very ashen faced Ron standing behind him. Apparently, Luna’s tactic of calming Ron’s nerves about meeting her father by shagging her new boyfriend’s brains out wasn’t completely effective.
“Daddy!” Luna cheered and ran to her father while half-leading, half-dragging Ron behind her. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet!”
Harry couldn’t hear what Luna was saying to her father, but it was obvious by both wizards’ expressions that she was introducing Ron as her boyfriend. Mr. Lovegood was giving Ron a steely gaze while Ron looked like he was about to soil himself.
“Hiya Harry, Hermione,” Neville greeted them as he walked away from the awkward situation that was developing between Ron and Mr. Lovegood.
“Hi, Neville. Did you enjoy your trip?” asked Harry. He was stunned when he saw Neville; his friend had lost a little weight around his midsection – a few pounds – but had gained a bit of muscle around his arms and chest. He wasn’t muscle bound or athletic, Neville was still a big wizard, but it suited him.
“It was great,” heralded Neville. “I got to see so many unique and exotic magical flora.”
“Have you been working out?” Hermione asked.
“Kind of,” Neville admitted bashfully. “A bunch of the plants that I tried to uproot weren’t too keen on the idea and fought back. So I guess in a way I did work out.”
A polite cough drew Harry’s attention. He turned to face a very ruminative looking Ginny.
“Harry, I’m sorry -” Ginny began.
“There’s no need to apologize,” Harry interrupted. “I forgive you.”
Harry gave Gin-Gin the Erection Killer a comforting hug; much like the way a brother would hug his little sister. He was surprised by his own actions. He had intended to stay away from Ginny as much as possible and had planned only to speak to her in short, but polite, conversations. He had no intentions of accepting any apology from the red-haired witch, much less forgiving her for her actions. Harry was amazed by his unintentional show of maturity.
One look at Hermione told Harry that she, unlike him, had no intention of showing such pardon. The devilish grin on his girlfriend’s face warned Harry that she would not let Ginny off so easily. Harry imagined that Hermione was fighting the urge to ask Ginny “Is your vulva still bruised?” or “Boy, Harry can eat me out like nobody’s business. Let me tell you Ginny, you’re missing out!”
“Hi Neville, I’m glad you could come,” Ginny said. Hermione still had her devilish grin and Harry knew that she would be patient. Her revenge against Ginny may not come today, or tomorrow, but one day. Perhaps Hermione would make Ginny be her personal slave in penance. Harry could imagine Hermione making Ginny call her “Mistress.”
“Um, hi Ginny,” Neville returned her greeting nervously. “I got you this on my trip.” Neville withdrew from his robes a pretty red plant with yellow-gold blossoms in a simple pot. He handed it to the birthday girl and explained, “It’s called ‘/Verecundus// Rosa”/ or ‘The Shy Rose.’ It literally feeds off of attention. If you don’t notice it, it wilts and dies. If you give it negative attention, both the leaves and blossoms will turn black and twisted. But if you shower it with positive attention; it will grow strong and beautiful. When I saw it in a forest in Burma, I was struck by its beauty and I thought… well…” Harry could tell that Neville was nervous and embarrassed, but that he was brave enough to finish his statement after regaining his confidence. “It was so beautiful that I thought of you, Ginny.”
Ginny’s eyes popped open in surprise and her face grew red at Neville’s compliment. Neville muttered a “Happy Birthday” and walked away with his cheeks red as well. As he retreated, Neville would occasionally glance over his shoulder.
“Has he been working out?” Ginny asked in a distracted way as she watched Neville walk away. “It suits him.”
Another set of loud cracks heralded the arrival of the targets; Fred and George. One of the twins thumped Harry on the back and said in an overly effeminate way, “Hello there, how’s your love life, sailor?”
“Oh Feorge, don’t pester the poor girl,” Fred added in an equally feminine way and slapped his brother in a limp wristed sort of way. “Can’t you tell that Harry doesn’t like to kiss and tell. She’s a shy little princess.”
“I will get you two back,” Harry threatened.
“Look out Gred, this kitten has claws!” George mocked.
“Meow!” Fred added.
“Live it up,” Hermione countered. “But soon, you won’t be the ones laughing.”
“Ooooo” the twins mocked in unison. “We’re so scared!”
Fred and George barked in laughter and walked away.
“Let’s start the ritual as soon as possible,” Hermione suggested through gritted teeth. Harry nodded his head in agreement; not only would he have his revenge against the twins for starting that rumor about him and Draco but – more importantly – Harry would get to pleasure Hermione, which was always fun.
“It’s a simple ritual, but there is one major side effect,” warned Hermione.
“What?” Harry hissed. “What side effect?”
“Once we begin the ritual, we’ll have to finish,” Hermione explained. “The magics used in the ritual will compel us to finish once we start.”
“How’s that bad?” asked Harry. To him, the idea of being forced to pleasure Hermione wasn’t a bad side effect but a nice one.
“Because if we’re found out or discovered, we’ll still have to complete the ritual,” stated Hermione. “That means that you’ll have to bring me to orgasm, even if everyone in the party finds out and is watching us. I may be kinky, and the general idea of being caught in the act may be a turn on, but the thought of being actually caught really frightens me.”
Harry gulped as the image that Hermione was describing entered his mind. He could imagine that Molly would faint, the Creevey brothers would recoil in disgust (/”eww, a vagina,”/ they’d say), and the twins would offer pointers; “Give her nipples a pinch Harry!” or “Give her the shocker!” they’d say. But whatever the twins had to offer in the realms of humiliation was nothing compared to the threat of Tonks. Oh, gods, just the thought of the horrors that Tonks, and by proxy Remus, would inflict made Harry want to cry in fear.
“Don’t worry,” Hermione said comfortingly. “We can do this. We need to focus on exactly why we’re tempting fate. We do this and we’ll get our revenge on the twins.”
“They’ll see every old witch completely nude,” Harry said happily. As fortune would have it, just as Harry said this, an incredibly old witch slowly crept into view. Judging by her squat frame, she must’ve been one of Mrs. Weasley’s relatives… one of her really old relatives at that.
The young couple waited until Fred and George took their seats at the table before sitting a few chairs down on the opposite side. Harry and Hermione ended up sitting near the end of the long table with Tonks and Courtney two chairs away from them. Ginny was at the head of the table with Ron and Luna sitting right next to her.
Everyone was chattering amongst themselves and Harry knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea to start the ritual just yet. All the guests were talking to each other and would most likely talk to Harry and Hermione as well, so it was impossible to begin the ritual without someone noticing.
After a few minutes, platters piled high with food flew out of the Burrow’s kitchen and landed gracefully on the table. The guests ate while continuing their conversations. Harry was starting to get worried, if it kept on like this he’d never get the chance to finger…. err… perform the ritual and get his revenge against Fred and George.
But thankfully, after supper was finished a large cake magically appeared in front of Ginny and everyone’s attention was drawn to the head of the table. Sixteen candles sparked and burned on the cake and everyone began to sing the birthday song.
While the others were singing, Hermione discreetly waved her wand under the table in the direction of Harry’s arm while muttering an incantation under her breath. Harry felt his right arm tingle and he held up his hand as an experiment. Hermione’s Disillusionment and Glamour Charms worked perfectly. Harry waved his invisible hand in front of his face and marveled over how it looked like his arm hadn’t moved at all. He stuck his invisible fore and middle finger in his mouth to wet them with his saliva before sliding his hand under the table and up Hermione’s skirt.
Harry was certain that Hermione would defend her decision to go knicker-less was purely in preparation for the ritual. But he also knew that his girlfriend had a huge kinky streak in her and he doubted that she did so solely for the ritual. He placed his wet fingers on Hermione’s flower and traced over her bud and petals. Hermione bit her lip while Harry worked his fingers.
Ginny blew out the candles with one breath and Arthur began to slice the cake. After Ginny got her piece, Mr. Weasley turned his attention to Harry.
“Harry would you like some?” Mr. Weasley asked.
‘”Um, ah,” stammered Harry as everyone at the table turned to face him. Even though he had just started to finger… err… started the ritual, Hermione already had a bloom to her cheeks. He was worried that someone would notice her condition and tried to pull his fingers away from her flower. Unfortunately, his fingers would not heed his command and instead continued to stimulate Hermione’s flower. Hermione was right; the magics used in the ritual were preventing him from stopping. “Err… no thanks sir.”
“How about you Hermione?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“N-n-no thanks,” she muttered and then bit her lip.
“Okay, more for the rest of us,” commented Mr. Weasley and continued to pass out slices of cake to the guests.
Judging by how wet Hermione was, Harry realized that he must have been doing a very good job at stimulating his girlfriend. That, or she was really turned on by the fact that they were performing a sex act in the open in front of friends and family.
A soft squelching noise came from Hermione’s lap and the two lovers shared a concerned look. They had planned on disguising Harry’s arm to hide the ritual, but they had forgotten to mask any sounds.
After everyone had their cake, Ginny started opening her presents. The first box she opened was from her parents which contained earrings that belonged to her grandmother.
“Thanks Mum and Dad,” Ginny squealed and moved on to the next present which was Harry’s. She read the title of the book and said “Thanks Harry, it’s wonderful.”
“Um… you’re welcome,” replied Harry. His worry about being discovered was growing with each second. He was certain that no one had yet noticed that his arm was charmed and Hermione wasn’t being her usual energetic self; she wasn’t gyrating and moaning like normal – but her face was flush and tiny beads of sweat were blossoming on her skin. Ginny went to open another present and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, obviously no one had noticed Harry or Hermione’s actions.
“Oh, thank you Hermione,” Ginny squealed while holding up a pretty silver bracelet, obviously Hermione’s gift. Harry was surprised at the present; he had been expecting Hermione to give the girl either something simple and meaningless gift like a book on Quidditch, or something mean and derogatory, like a book with a title along the lines of “/You Can’t Have Him; Tips on Dating After a Bad Break Up.”/ But the bracelet was quiet pretty. With eyes shimmering with tears, Ginny continued; “It’s so beautiful! This is too much,” the birthday girl objected.
“IT’S NOTHING!” Hermione blurted out. Apparently, the brunette witch was having difficulty containing her composure and let her guard slip a little.
“Thank you,” Ginny smiled and opened the next present.
“Are you okay Hermione?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Oh – oh- oh I’m f-fine,” Hermione groaned out.
Ginny continued to open present after present as Harry continued to rub Hermione. The brunette witch was so wet that Harry’s fingers were dripping and she was practically flowing. It was probably the fact that they were performing a sex act in public and she was a kinky little witch, but Harry could tell that Hermione was going to have a hell of an orgasm.
“Excuse me, you two, but I have to ask you something,” McGonagall said. Harry turned to see the Headmistress standing right over their shoulders. His blood ran cold while his fingers caressed and rubbed Hermione’s petals. The Headmistress wore her normal stern expression, but Harry detected a hint of happiness in her voice. Harry just hoped the happiness wasn’t over the fact that she had just caught her two favorite students fooling around. “The Board of Governors has finally decided to let Hogwarts remain open.”
If Professor McGonagall was expecting thunderous applause from the two teenagers in front of her, she was sadly mistaken. Harry and Hermione were very silent and lost in thought; both over the news that McGonagall had just shared with them and the fear of being caught performing the ritual.
Harry was torn; he was happy that the school was not going to be shut down, but he had made a vow not to return. They had Horcruxes to hunt and he really couldn’t bother with school.
“Now, I’m not going to be delusional and hope for a full class,” the Headmistress continued with the joy in her voice becoming more and more evident. “We’ll be lucky if half the student body returns.”
“Oh no,” moaned Hermione. Her resolve not to alert anyone that she was being pleasured was obviously starting to crumble.
“Thank you for your concern, Miss Granger, but I don’t want to fill myself up with false hope,” McGonagall commented. Apparently she mistook Hermione’s moan as a show of support and not a sign of pleasure.
Harry and Hermione shared a worried look; they too were torn. They didn’t want to bring McGonagall’s mood down with their refusal to return to school. That and they were both scared that McGonagall was about to ask what Harry was doing to Hermione.
“Professor… I’m sorry…” Harry began hesitantly.
“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall interrupted. “As I said before, we’ll be lucky if half of the students return. Such a low amount of students to teach will give the instructors’ ample free time. When you two showed up at the castle a few days ago, Miss Granger asked to remain in the castle so that you can train and study in order to fight You-Know-Who. Seeing that I and my peers will have free time, I am offering to give you and some of your friends special advance training. I’m certain that Filius and some of the others would be more than pleased to do the same.”
“Oh w-wow,” groaned Hermione. Harry knew that she was both pleased by McGonagall’s offer for advance training allowing her to learn many new and fascinating things as well as being stimulated by his fingers at the same time.
Harry was honored; McGonagall was offering to give him special advance training. Even though he believed that whatever the Headmistress was going to teach him would be useful, he still needed to search for and destroy the Horcruxes. He couldn’t do that if he was cooped up in the castle.
“Before you make up your mind, I want to tell you two things,” McGonagall added. “The first is that I am officially offering Miss Granger the position of Head Girl and I want you, Potter, to be Head Boy.”
Hermione shivered, the combination of McGonagall telling her that her dream about becoming Head Girl was going to come true and the ecstasy caused by Harry’s fingers was driving her wild.
“But Ron’s our year’s Prefect,” Harry countered as Hermione slowly wriggled on his hand.
“You don’t need to be a Prefect to qualify for Head Boy, Mr. Potter,” explained McGonagall. “Look at your father; Remus was their year’s Prefect but James was Head Boy.
“The second thing I wanted to offer should be considered unofficial and between us,” McGonagall went on. “Albus’ portrait told me that if you did return, you’d need to make special trips throughout the term. What kind of trips, I don’t know. But I trust Albus and I will allow you and your friends to make these excursions. I only ask that you don’t take them while you should be in lessons.”
Harry considered McGonagall’s terms; he would get the training he needed and he would be allowed to continue his quest. He turned to Hermione to see what her thoughts on the subject were. Of course he saw the look of desire in her eyes, she had dreamt of being the Head Girl the moment she had entered the castle doors.
“What do you say Miss Granger?” asked McGonagall.
Hermione let out a very low, long, and impassioned “YYEEESSS!”
Harry was amazed at his girlfriend, she was literally throbbing in his palm. The public sex act combined with his fingers working her quim along with the news McGonagall had just told her was making her reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
“And you Mr. Potter?” McGonagall inquired.
“I don’t know,” Harry said hesitantly. The Headmistress was being very giving in her offer, but Harry was still concerned that going back to finish his seventh year at Hogwarts would interfere with his quest.
McGonagall added in an undertone, “Did I mention that the Head Boy and Girl each get their own private quarters where neither one would be disturbed by any unwanted interruptions.”
“I’LL DO IT!” explained Harry joyously. The idea that he’d get his own room where he and Hermione could fool around without any interruptions was enough to seal the deal.
“Thank you very much,” McGonagall said genuinely and walked away.
A muffled moan emanated from Hermione and Harry could tell that she was about to erupt and that she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She was going to scream bloody murder and everyone at the table will find out exactly what they were doing. Harry couldn’t let his girlfriend be embarrassed in such a way; he had to do something to drown out her cries. Sadly, Harry came up with the perfect plan to do just that.
From across the table, Harry mouthed the words “I’m sorry” to Ron. The red haired wizard looked at his best mate in confusion.
“Ron and Luna had sex loads of times on their first date!” Harry announced loudly. All eyes turned to Ron and Luna. Ron looked like he was about to have a stroke but Luna’s expression looked calm and passive, as if Harry had just told everyone that the sky was blue.
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” Molly screamed.
Mr. Lovegood was glowering at the wizard who deflowered his daughter as Mrs. Weasley stalked over to Ron while everyone watched her in fear. The heat of rage coming from Mrs. Weasley was intense, but so was the heat of passion from Hermione’s flower. Harry’s girlfriend gripped the table and was obviously forcing her orgasm back until the proper time.
Mrs. Weasley started to scream at Ron. “HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING! DID YOU SLIP THE POOR GIRL A LUST POTION?”
Molly’s unnaturally loud voice drowned out Hermione’s cry of “SWEET BABY MAEVE!” as she came in Harry’s hand.
The twins blinked and shook their head as the magic from the ritual entered their bodies. Fred looked at his mother and his eyes almost popped out of his skull.
“Mum,” Fred screeched. “Put some clothes on!”
“Holy Shite!” George screamed while looking at Professor McGonagall. “Y-y-you’re s-s-sh-s-shaved?”
“What the devil is wrong with you two?” demanded Mrs. Weasley. Her twins’ outburst distracted her from the anger she was feeling toward her youngest son.
“What’s wrong with us, what’s wrong with you?” shot back George. “You’re naked!”
“As a jaybird!” added Fred.
“Aunt Gisele,” George murmured in fear as his eyes locked on the ancient witch that Harry had seen earlier. “W-w-wh-what’s with the piercings?”
Mr. Lovegood was still staring daggers at Ron – who looked like he was going to faint at any second – and Luna seemed fascinated by the pattern on the tablecloth. Mrs. Weasley was arguing with the twins that she wasn’t naked and that Fred and George better straighten up. As this was going on, Ginny shrugged her shoulders, picked up the plant Neville gave her, and sat next to Neville and proceeded to talk to him as if her family wasn’t having a knock-down-drag out fight around them. Or merely that this was pretty much an everyday affair for her family.
“Merlin, I wish my boyfriend was that brave,” sighed Courtney.
“Brave? What do you mean?” asked Harry.
“Brave enough to finger bang me in public,” the Auror in training explained and batted her eyes at Harry.
Hermione let out a pathetic whimper and Harry coughed uncontrollably. Their plan failed; Courtney saw them! And judging by the devilish smile on Tonks, she had seen them do it too.
“Oh, I think he’d have to be more kinky than brave,” offered Tonks.
“Oh, my boyfriend’s plenty kinky,” retorted Courtney. “He can do this thing with his tongue-”
“You saw?” Hermione interrupted. The panic and fear was evident in both her voice and her eyes.
“Of course we did,” Tonks snorted. “One of the first things we learn in the Academy is to spot, and more importantly, see through Disillusionment Charms.”
Harry tried to swallow the large ball that had formed in his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lead Ron, Luna, and Luna’s father into the Burrow. The parents looked very somber as they left the table.
“You two are the kinkiest lot I’ve ever seen,” Tonks commented and then added to Courtney. “This is the second time they done this in public.”
“He’s finger-banged her twice! Bravo, Harry,” Courtney exclaimed while clapping softly.
“Although when I caught them doing it at Bill and Fleur’s wedding the charms they used to hide Harry’s hand and arm were much better,” admitted Tonks.
“Actually, we… err… I did that one by accident,” Harry said with embarrassment.
“How can you do that by accident?” asked Courtney. “‘Oh, I’m sorry, I just tripped and unintentionally pleasured you to an orgasm with my finger.'”
“I could see that,” Tonks offered. “Though he’d have to trip a lot to do so.”
The two witches laughed at Harry and Hermione’s expense. Harry was a little ticked at their attitude.
“It’s called Pleasure Pressure Points,” Harry defended.
“/Pleasure/ what?” the two Aurors asked.
Lecturing was Hermione’s area of expertise and she explained to Tonks and Courtney about “The Magic of Making Love” and its uses. After a few minutes of explanation, Courtney asked; “So that little finger bang was a ritual?”
“Yes, it makes the twins see through the clothes of witches, but only ones over fifty,” Hermione clarified.
“And the book told Harry how he can do that thing with his Parseltongue?” inquired Tonks to which Hermione nodded. “That means not all the magic listed in the book has to do with rituals correct?”
“Well, the Parselmouth thing was a power boosting ritual,” Harry explained. “But we’ve done it a few times since then simply for pleasure.”
It seemed a little odd speaking so openly about sex in front of Courtney and Tonks, and Harry was surprised that he was offering so much information.
“Do you think I could borrow the book for a while?” asked Tonks.
“Why?” asked Harry.
“I want to see if it’ll help me grow bigger daisies in my garden,” Tonks said snidely. “Why do you think I want to? I want to use some of the stuff in there to shag Remus silly, that’s why.”
“I don’t know Tonks,” Hermione stated. “Harry’s power core is kind of keyed to the book and its rituals; we’ll be using it a lot and I don’t think I could lend it out just yet.”
As Hermione was speaking to Tonks, a sudden thought occurred to Harry; they could get back at Remus and the pink haired Auror for their practical jokes by using the book. His idea centered on somehow tricking Remus and Tonks into doing something embarrassing. Exactly what, Harry didn’t know just yet, but he could think of that later.
“Well, can’t we make them a copy of the book?” offered Harry.
“But magical copies only last a few days before disintegrating,” Hermione said.
“Who cares if it only lasts for a few days?” Harry asked with a knowing look in his eyes.
“That’s right, I’ll thumb through the copy and memorize the fun ones before it disintegrates,” Tonks added.
“All right,” Hermione concluded. It was clear by the look in her eyes that Hermione was curious as to what Harry was planning.
Harry, Hermione, Tonks, and Courtney talked for nearly an hour; discussing techniques and positions (Harry was desperately trying to memorize something that Courtney called /”The Sunday Morning Scoop”/). After the sun had set, Harry and Hermione decided it was time to head back home. The couple got up and started to head to the Burrow to fetch Ron and Luna when Ginny spoke up.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Ginny said. She was still sitting next to Neville and had stopped her in-depth conversation with him to warn Harry and Hermione. “About fifteen minutes ago, Dad came out and ushered McGonagall in. He said something about making it official or something like that.”
Harry looked at Hermione and he could tell that she was wondering the same thing he was; make what official?
“Oh, by the way,” continued Ginny. “What the hell was wrong with Fred and George? They left a while ago looking like they had thrown up and soiled themselves all at the same time.”
A warm and happy feeling passed over Harry. Their revenge had worked perfectly. With any luck, the twins would be permanently scarred!
“I don’t know,” Hermione lied and had a huge grin on her face. It was obvious that she too was overjoyed that the twins were suffering. “We’re heading back to the castle, happy birthday, Ginny.”
Ginny waved goodbye and turned back to Neville. She then continued her conversation with Neville; the pair speaking in soft tones to each other.
“I guess we’ll Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk to the castle,” suggested Hermione.
With a crack, the couple disappeared from the Burrow and after what felt like being squeezed through a rubber tube, appeared in front of the Three Broomsticks. The moment they arrived, Hermione turned to Harry and demanded;
“All right, what do you have planned with the book?” she asked. “That look you gave me back there said you had something in mind.”
“I figured that we give them a copy of the special book, but we change a few things around,” Harry explained. “Basically trick them into pranking themselves.”
“That’s brilliant Harry,” exclaimed Hermione while they made their way to the castle.
“But I’m a little concerned about Remus discovering the prank like he did with our first try,” admitted Harry.
“Don’t worry, Harry; Detection Charms won’t work in situations like this,” explained Hermione. “For a Detection Charm to work, the caster has to be very familiar with the item he or she is casting the charm on. For example, Remus would’ve had to read the special book and know what it contained very well if he wanted to use a Detection Charm on it. Without knowing what was contained in the book in the first place, Remus won’t be able to tell what is different about it so any Detection Charms he’d cast on it would be worthless. So what kind of sticky situation are you planning on putting them in?”
At first Harry had no idea, but slowly, Hermione’s comment about a sticky situation sunk in. The Sticky Widget! He’d trick them into performing the ritual he had read earlier in the day!
“You are the most brilliant witch in the whole world,” Harry heralded and kissed his girlfriend. “I found a ritual in the book today where the two people will get stuck in mid-boink.”
“Why would anyone want to intentionally do that?” Hermione asked.
“I had no idea,” answered Harry. “But I reckon we’ll disguise it by mixing it with a stamina ritual and trick the two of them into doing it.”
“And we can put a mild Compulsion Charm on that specific ritual. That way, they’d have to choose it,” finished Hermione. “And don’t worry about Remus finding the Compulsion Charm, a lot of books have them and it won’t seem out of place.”
“A lot of books have Compulsion Charms on them?” asked Harry in a disbelieving way.
“Yes,” replied Hermione. “It’s just a thing publishers do to make mediocre books sell well. Just look at The Da Vinci Code.”
The young lovers spent the night making the copy of The Magic of Making Love with the altered ritual. The first thing in the morning, Harry sent the tampered book off with Hedwig to Tonks. Soon, revenge would be theirs.
He returned to the Common Room to find Hermione waiting for him.
“Have Ron and Luna come back yet?” he asked.
“No, not yet,” Hermione replied. “They’re probably just shagging like bunnies somewhere.”
Hermione paused and her expression suddenly became somber.
“Harry, I just wanted to give you some time to prepare,” Hermione stated. “The potion needed for my boosting ritual will be ready in four days.”
As he stood there in the Common Room in front of his girlfriend, Harry’s heart started to race. Not out of fear like it had the other day when he thought that they were going to make love right then and there, but out of excitement. Apparently, he was less afraid and more keen on the idea now.
“I just wanted to tell you so that you can prepare yourself,” repeated Hermione and she walked up to hug Harry.
When she placed her arms around him, Harry could tell that she was both excited and nervous over the ritual where she will lose her virginity. In a show of support, Harry returned her hug.
But seeing that his heart was racing and he was excited over the thought of making love to the most wonderful witch in the world, /’Harry, Jr.’ /was suddenly very awake. The organ was jabbing Hermione in her hip as if it was saying that it was up for the ritual whenever she wanted to give it a try.
“Is that that your wand in your pocket?” Hermione asked saucily.
“No, I’m just really happy to see you,” Harry replied with a lopsided grin.
“You know, I had all the fun last night and you didn’t get any,” stated Hermione and she eyed the bulge in Harry’s trousers.
“Well, it was fun for me too,” offered Harry truthfully. It was correct that he hadn’t climaxed, but he really did enjoy pleasuring Hermione.
“Regardless, I feel I have to return the favor. Besides, I have to practice being Head Girl,” she said while placing a great deal of emphasis on the word/ “Head”/. Hermione gave Harry a naughty little wink and lowered herself so that she was kneeling in front of her boyfriend.
Harry’s heart was no longer racing but rather it was pounding away faster then he ever remembered! He was becoming light headed over the prospect of getting a blow-job from Hermione as well as the idea of making love to her in a few days. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was throbbing in his slacks and Hermione playfully stroked his length through his trousers. Harry’s mind was filled with the image of Hermione’s naked body underneath him and moaning out his name while they made love for the first time. With her dainty fingers, Hermione opened his trousers. The image of he and Hermione making love combined with Hermione kneeling in front of him with her fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers ready to pull them down made Harry’s heart feel like it was about to explode!
Unfortunately, Harry’s heart wasn’t the thing that did explode.
Harry grunted and his body shivered as he involuntarily climaxed and soiled the inside of his boxers. With her eyes wide open, Hermione looked up and said to Harry with a chuckle “I guess you were really excited?”
The young wizard slumped his shoulders dejectedly. Harry had been about to get another “birthday present” from Hermione, but he had suffered a bout of premature ejaculation.
“Ron’s record is what… six in a row?” Hermione asked as she continued to look up at Harry. “Let’s see if we can give him a run for his money?”
Hermione tugged Harry’s boxers down and freed a messy ‘Harry, Jr.’. She placed his softening manhood into her mouth and began to work it.
With a gulp, Harry said “You are the best girlfriend ever!”
With the organ still in her mouth, Hermione replied “Yes I am, aren’t I?”
It took some effort on Hermione’s part, but after a minute or two, she brought ‘Harry, Jr.’ back from his premature nap. She bobbed, suckled, and hummed Harry’s theme expertly. But this time, Hermione added a new technique; she began to gently massage ‘Harry, Jr.’s luggage.
Harry’s knees were shaking a few minutes into Hermione’s fellatio. He had never done this standing up and added to the fact that he had already cum, Harry was worried that he might fall down. Thankfully, Harry remained strong and he felt the pressure build up.
“Hermione, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out.
The brunette witch redoubled her efforts and Harry unloaded himself into her mouth. He collapsed on the couch after he was finished and panted heavily.
“I’d definitely say that my experiment to change your taste is working,” Hermione said happily after swallowing. She crawled over to Harry on all fours and played with his penis. Her pretty hazel eyes looked at the organ hungrily.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked while still trying to catch his breath.
“I told you that I wanted to give Ron a run for his money and I meant it,” Hermione replied with steely determination in her voice before popping ‘Harry, Jr.’ back in her mouth.
“Her…my…oh…neee!” Harry groaned.
To Be Continued!

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Another mans wife. Part 2

It only took me a few days to contact Stacey and I could tell she was keen to hear from me by the sound of her voice “I was hoping you would call” she said with a relieved expression “when can i see you again” she went on to ask, I knew that this was going to get crazy and I must admit I was excited about the idea of fooling around with a married woman. “whenever you want to see me” i told her and she suggested that i come into town where she works and meet her after lunch, we arranged a place down the road from her office and she told me she could leave work about 2:30 so i decided to have an early day myself and headed in to meet her.
I rang Stacey as I arrived in the city near her office and she told me to pick her up down the road a bit from where she actually worked, I sat in the car waiting for her for a few minutes before i seen her walking down the footpath towards me, she looked fucking sexy in a pair of heels with black stockings a tight business woman style skirt and jacket suit with a white button up top under neath, she spotted my car from the description I gave her and she headed over and jumped in the passenger side “Wow look at you ” i said as she smiled across at me “You look very important” i said as she told me to hurry up and get her out of here, she told me she worked as a PA for a ceo of some company and that she had to dress slutty to keep the dirty old men happy. We drove just out of the city and decided to pull into a pub for a quick drink, we agreed that we should be safe over this side of town because it was a long way from her place.
We sat in the back of the place and talked for a bit , she told me that after our first night together she went home a different woman and knew she wanted to see more of me, she said her hubby had asked her where she was that night and she wasn’t sure if he believed the story about her staying at her friends place, she told me how she needed more in her sex life and since our first night together she has realized that she really does need to let the dirty girl inside her come out, after we talked for a bit and had a couple of drinks Stacey said she didn’t have to go back to work so we decided to go for a drive somewhere a bit more secluded. I drove down towards the waterfront and found a car park that was pretty much empty except for a few cars here and there, Stacey looked around before leaning in and kissing me , i pulled her closer to me and kissed her passionately as she pushed herself towards me, we kissed and touched for a few minutes before she pulled back to her side and leaned against the door, her legs crossed up in front of her with her skirt slightly ruffled up, she gave me the best fuck me eyes as she pulled her jacket off and started to unbutton her top, I watched as one button at a time she popped her top open and pulled it back off her big round tits, all that was covering her nipples was her lacy white bra which looked fucking sexy in front of me in the car. i leaned over and pulled her towards me as we kissed again but this time a lot more furiously than last, i reached around and pulled at her bra clip while she reached for my cock through my jeans, i leaned back enough to get my jeans undone and before I could do anything she had my cock free from my pants and her hand wrapped around it , her head dove into my lap as she started to suck my fat cock in the front of the car, i held the back of her head as she forced my cock into her mouth and she sucked harder and harder with every stroke.
Her head turned to look up at me between strokes “You like that” she asked “Yeah baby , thats fucking awesome ” I replied “don’t stop” i told her as she swallowed as much as she could “Talk dirty to me” she told me as she looked up again “Suck my cock you dirty bitch ” “you love that fat cock you filthy married slut” I told her ” oh yeah thats it baby” she said as she stopped and looked up at me “I am a naughty girl that needs your cock” she said as she continued sucking my fat cock ” You want me to fuck your sexy little pussy ” I asked her ” Oh yes please, fuck me please” she answered so I grabbed her by the hair as I pulled her head up towards mine , we kissed for a second before I opened the door and jumped out of the car, I ran around her side and pulled her door open and she looked up at me with a slutty look in her eyes knowing she was about to get fucked hard right there in the car park. I grabbed her arm and pulled her from the car before pushing her against the side of the car, she was only wearing heels ,stockings and her skirt and panties now and her big tits were bouncing around in front of me, as i lifted her leg up around my side i reached up and pulled her white little panties off, she wrapped one leg around me as I lifted her up against the car and shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole, she moaned and yelled as I pounded her pussy with her back against the car her legs wrapped around me, in clear view of anyone that walked past, after a few minutes I pulled out and spun her around, she leant forward onto the car before I pulled her towards the back of the car and bent her over the boot, I positioned myself behind her ready to smash her doggy and as I ran my hands up her back and side she looked back at me with a look of absolute pleasure “Fuck me baby” she yelled as she looked around to see if we had any viewers ” I’m a dirty slut ” she told me as I pushed my cock into her from behind ” you are my dirty little slut ” I told her ” fuck me like a slut ” she begged as I jammed everything I could into her, after just a few minutes I was ready to explode “I’m gonna cum baby” I told her and she pushed me back enough to spin around and drop to her knees in front of me grabbing hold of my cock and jerking it furiously in front of her face ” cum on my face ” she demanded “cum all over me baby” she told me as I looked at this dirty married slut in front of me on her knees in the car park with nothing but a skirt on and begging for my cum all over her and just then I blew all over her mouth and chin as she jerked my cock towards her, I grabbed her head and forced her mouth onto my knob and as she sucked it clean I looked around to see if anyone had seen our little show. there didn’t seem to be too many people in sight but i didn’t really care anyway.
We got back in the car and cleaned ourselves up , Stacey told me that it made her so hot when I talked dirty to her and that being the dirty little married slut is just what she wants, she told me how she wished that people would have come past and seen her getting fucked in broad day light, I told her to organize one night this week to get away from the family and come to my place so i can fuck her properly, she said she would ring me and let me know when she can come. That night she rang and told me she could come round Friday night, she also told me how when she got home today she was feeling that sexy that she let the hubby bend her over the table and fuck the arse off her. Hubby wasn’t sure what was going on but it wasn’t long until he started to realize his good little wife was really a dirty little slut. . . TO BE CONTINUED

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Sacrifice 250

Over the course of the 1000 years of existence for Colony Seven, there have been 249 fertility sacrifices offered to the gods. The time for the 250th fertility festival approaches. Who will be chose as Sacrifice 250?

Janet’s Awakening Part 3.

This is Part 3 of my story of sexual exploration with my family. If you have not read Part 1 or 2, you can read them here; www.sexstories.com/profile1622900/Goodwitch%20J

I recommend you do so now as this part will make more sense.

Although there is incest in this story, it’s more about my journey of discovery. If incest offends you than stop now. As per the rules of the forum all characters are assumed to be 18 years old or older.

First time with my sister Kate

This is the story about my first time with my sister. My sister “Kate,” as I
will call her, was always talking about sex when I was growing up. This was
the early 70’s and she was a product of that era. She was nine years older
than me and I always looked to her help and friendship. When I was about
nine or ten Kate showed me how to rub her back and for the remainder of the
years she lived at home, this was my nightly duty. Not a bad chore to have
and I never complained. To this day whenever we get together I fulfill my
duty. Girlfriends and wives have always complemented me on my fine “handy”
work. As I got older Kate would always make comments about her body —
whether her tits were a good size, should she trim her pussy hair, how her
ass looked. I would try not to act embarrassed, I thought that this is how
adults talked. Plus I love to look at her body when she would ask. Once she
was trying on her bikinis and she asked me how she looked. Before I could
answer she took it off in front of me and tried on another. I couldn’t
believe what I had just seen. She acted as if nothing had happened. That was
the first time I had seen her naked and I have never forgot that picture.
When I was about thirteen or so Kate moved back home. This made me very
happy to have her back in the house. I resumed my nightly “duties” and she
would treat me to an occasional peek of her wonderful body. Around this same
time I had learned about jacking off and just shot a load for the first
time. I was growing fast and filling out. My cock was about six inches long
at this time and was really thick. One evening while watching TV, with my
Mother in the other room, Kate said that she was getting “horny.” She said
this in such a low and whispering tone that I immediately got an erection. I
had heard this saying before and I knew what it meant. She was sitting on
the couch and I was lying on my stomach in front of the TV. I looked up at
her and she was rubbing her crotch through her jeans. I noticed her hard
nipples pressing against her tee shirt. I tried to laugh, to hide my
nervousness. She told me to come and sit next to her, which I did. Mom was
right in the other room talking on the phone with her back to us. Kate took
my hand and placed it in between her legs. She leaned into me and told me
this is what they called masturbating and I had to press and rub her crotch
for her to have an “orgasm.” I did what my sister told me to do … always.
I remember sitting next to her rubbing her jeans and how hot and moist the
fabric was getting. She put her head back and was stroking her breasts and
nipples through her T-shirt. This was making me dizzy and very excited. My
cock was crammed so tight in my pants it hurt. I tried not to think of being
uncomfortable because I had a “duty” to fulfill for my sister. I rubbed my
hand on her crotch until my arm hurt. She whispered to me once or twice not
to stop, that she was almost there. She was starting to sweat and could feel
her heat and there was a scent in the air that was new to me. She sat there
playing with her tits and pinching her nipples having her little brother rub
her hot pussy through her jeans and then it happened. Her body jerked once
and than again…I stopped and she grabbed my hand and pressed it hard
between her legs then closed her thighs tightly together. I pushed my hand
hard against her and continued to rub. She made low sounds that sounded like
she was in pain. I guess she wasn’t. When we were done she told me that she
had an orgasm and that it felt really good. I should tell you that when this
happened I was nine and my sister was seventeen or eighteen. Thinking that
this was the end I started to get up when she reached over and placed her
hand on my crotch. I was so startled. Then she started to rub. WOW …I
couldn’t catch my breath…what a feeling. I sat there, frozen, while my big
sister rubbed the outside of my pants. Then she stopped. Kate looked at me
and told me to get upstairs. It was almost nine o’clock and time to get to
bed. I almost ran upstairs so no one would see my little hardon. I come from
a large family, I’m the youngest. Kate was the one that would most often
“baby-sit” me. Now though everyone was getting older and had later curfews.
I heard her come up after me saying to my mother that she was going get
ready for bed and she would make sure that I washed up and got to bed. I was
in the bathroom washing up when she walked in. She told me to wash up and
brush my teeth then get on my pj’s. When I walked into my room she went into
the bathroom with all of her shower stuff in hand. She didn’t shut the door
all the way. The bathroom was across the hall from my room and I sat at the
edge of my bed and I could see her one leg as she sat on the toilet. I heard
the sound of her peeing. Then she got up and took her shower. I waited until
I heard the shower stop then waited some more. She finally came out of the
bathroom wearing her robe and said that it was time for her back rub. I
followed her into her room and she shut the door behind me. She smelled so
good after her shower and was more beautiful than ever. We had always had
this ritual, she would pull out the lotions and we always had a warm towel
at the side of the bed. She would lie down on her bed and remove her robe.
Then I would fold it back to cover her ass and bring the lower half up to
expose as much of her legs as possible. As I got older, I got more daring in
trying to expose as much of her as I could. This night was no exception. I
then had to straddle her ass performed my duties. This was fine for when I
was younger, but now I was bigger and heavier. So I had to sit on the edge
of the bed and twist my body, which after a time became awkward and painful.
So this night I choose to stand up and rub her. She laid in front of me just
showered and smelling lovely. Her white robe covering only her ass. Her legs
where spread slightly apart and I could see the sides of her tits in the
position. I had a hardon the would stop time and it poked through my
pj’s…I did wear my underwear. I started to rub Kate’s back when she told
me that she would like me to start at her feet tonight. I always loved to
massage her feet and legs. I started with one foot. How I would do this was
sit with one foot in my lap and the other behind me then change position. As
I rubbed Kate’s lovely feet I sat more on the bed and further back. This
made her have to spread her legs even farther apart and it gave me a great
view. I could see her pussy in this position and some of her ass. I was in
heaven. If the night were to end now I would have been happy. I started to
rub her ankles and calve and then to the back of her knee. This is when the
show would begin. I stood up and my cock popped right out of my pj’s. I
think she saw it but she said nothing. I just left it like that. I knelled
between her legs and started massaging I would lift her leg to get to the
front. As I would lift I could see her pussy lips move, I continued to rub
and I worked my way up to her ass. I would let a finger brush against her
ass and inner thigh. She let out a soft moan. This was wonderful. Kate had
beautiful legs, great shape and a slight tan. She told me to start on the
other leg. This time when I put her foot in my lap she moved it all over my
lap, letting it touch my cock. This sent shivers through me and I thought I
would lose it. I repeated the whole act again for my sister. Rubbing and
caressing her legs like a lover. When it got to the point when I would kneel
between her legs I would reach back with both hands and rub both legs and
slide them up to where the robe was covering her. Then I got bold and would
let my hands touch a little of her ass. Then the next time I let them slide
between the crack of her ass. This made her let out a little gasp. I just
continued doing this, a little touch here and a brush there. Kate told me
that it was time to start on her back. I had to sit next to her on the
bed…side saddle … and I started with her shoulders. She reached back
with one of her hands and placed it right next to my cock, then she lightly
touched it and put her hand back to her side. She said nothing and I said
nothing. I had to scoot down further and work her middle and lower. Kate
told me to straddle her like I used to. I told her that I was too big and
she said that it was OK. But sitting on her ass was too uncomfortable and I
scooted down and as I did her robe came with me a little at a time. I
massaged her back and for the first time her ass. She said nothing. I glided
my hands across her flesh using more lotion to make real slippery. What a
fantastic thing to do. Spending the night massaging my sister’s body. Seeing
her ass for the first time and glimpses of her pussy. Kate told me to slide
down a bit further that she was getting cramped. I did as I was told. Then
she told me to rub way up to her shoulders. This was awkward. With me so far
down and having to reach up, my cock was placed between my sisters well
greased buns. She said that that was it, to keep doing that. I did what I
was told. I stayed with my legs spread planted just below her ass and
reached up to her shoulders and back down. My cock was gliding between her
cheeks the sensation was making me dizzy. Then Kate started to rock back and
forth and jutting her ass up meet my strokes. It was too much for me I could
feel myself starting to cum. Then Kate reached back and with both hands
spread her cheeks so my cock was sandwiched between then and cheek fucked my
cock. I exploded and cum shot from my cock and over my sisters head then
another spasm and another. I shot come all over her back. I was so grateful
for the release. Kate lay there very quiet, hands still pressed my cock
between her buns. My cock throbbed and pulsated. Then my sister asked if I
had cum all over her back. When I told her I did and she told me to clean
her up, which I did. Wiping my cum off my sister’s back only made me harder.
But I did as she said. When I was finished Kate rolled over and looked at
me. I almost came again when I saw her tits. She said I was naughty for
shooting sperm on her and I felt really bad. I told her I was sorry that it
was an accident. Kate told me that I would have to start with her feet and
massage her front. I had never done this before. I just stood there with my
cock jutting out from my pj’s. “Rub!” Kate told me. I planted myself,
kneeling between her legs. I massaged both legs at the same time and worked
my way up to her pussy, which wasn’t even hidden any more under her robe.
Each time I came to the top of her legs she would spread them a bit more and
let out a soft moan or a gasp. I could only stare at her pretty tits as I
massaged her legs, my cock still sticking in front of me. Kate began playing
with herself one hand massaging her pussy and the other pinching her
nipples. This was a dream. My big sister masturbating as I watched and
massaged her. She continued this until she came. When she finished she told
me to scoot up so now I was straddling her belly and she instructed me to
massage her tits. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl’s tits.
I reached out and she guided me and told me how to move my hands around her
breasts and finger her nipples. I did this when she reached for my cock and
slowly began to stroke my young flesh. She kept her eyes closed and didn’t
say a word. She pulled me closer in time and let me slide my cock between
her tits and she asked if I could cum again and when I said yes she pulled
me close and let me enter her mouth. The warmth and softness of her mouth
caused me too shoot my second load into my sister’s mouth. I shook as more
of my cum came out in waves of pleasure. Well, that’s my story. It’s hard to
believe that that was over 20 years ago. Kate and I have always continued to
stay close. She taught me much as a kid and into adulthood. We still have
special times.

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A ticket to a real fantasy – Part 2

– “I think I know what you need”… Danny told me that in half whisper. I could hear his voice trembling and all I could do is take a deep breath.
He stood up, knelt in front of me and pulled my hips up his legs. I was still lying on the bed and my arms lied freely above my head as I looked at him and saw him smile.
My back in a perfect bow – he could adjust my body easily to his moves.
Danny grabbed my waist and went all the way inside. His face changed and he closed his eyes.
He didn’t move, just stayed like that and I wanted him to do it again.
“How does it feel baby?” I asked.
– “Ahhh…”…. Oh God!! I wanted him so much!!
I tensed my muscles and pressed the ones near the entrance of my cunny hard and started tensing the ones deep inside rhythmically.
– “Mina!!!”… Danny screamed my name and he wanted to say something more, but he just stopped and looked at me. He bent over me, took my hands and pulled me up so I was close to him again in a tight hug and it was even easier for me to tense the muscles more.
His face was so amazing!!! I loved the way he looked at me.
I wanted to make him enjoy every second we spent together. As he closed his hands around my waist I pushed against him so I could feel him very deep again. I kept tensing my muscles and looked deep into his eyes as I made my pelvis circle very slowly.
Danny kissed my chest tenderly and then started sucking on my right breast. I pulled his chin up a bit and started kissing him while I kept circling faster.
It felt like in heaven.
I couldn’t get enough of his lips and his body. I was in a kind of trance; it felt like we were one body and one heart.
So close together! It was so intimate and exciting!
I stopped moving.
He looked at me, put his hand on my breast and pressed it. “Please, please don’t stop!”
” I won’t stop Danny…”
Slowly, I moved a bit up so he was just a little inside me. I tensed my muscles hard again and pressed my pelvis hard against his again.
– “I can’t hold it!”
“Try just one more second, baby” … I winked and he smiled.
I started moving faster up and down and let him get harder in every time. He got very hard and in that moment I kissed him and felt a warm liquid pouring deep inside me. My body started shivering and I bit his tongue a little. I wanted more, so much more of him!!!
He grabbed my waist and pressed me against him even more and I almost lost my grip as I started coming, but Danny was holding me so tight.
I wanted to scream, to laugh and cry in the same time.
Such a nice feeling in my tummy!
“Oh Danny, it feels so good!” I whispered it to his lips.
(He smiled and I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes and his face. He was just perfect!
He was one of the rare guys that could just go on after an orgasm and that was exactly what I hoped for.)
– “Then you will probably like this!” I saw a hint of that smile again… and in the next second he just turned me around and took me from behind. I loved the way he stretched my cunny on the way in and I had a hard time controlling myself from cumming.
My whole body was on fire. The more he moved the more I wanted him.
” You’re right, I love it!!”
That made him get wilder.
– “I love your pussy, so warm and still so wet from all the com” he laughed and pulled me very hard toward him so I ended up on my knees and with my head on the bed.
Ohhh… he knew how to get me.
I put one hand on my lower back and took his hand that was resting there.
That made it easier for me to move with him. It made him easier to pull me like in a rodeo.
I pulled his hand hard every time he got in and it made him go deeper and deeper. He was holding my waist tight and pulling me. Then he leaned over me, grabbed my breast with one hand and pressed it.
– “Man, you are so soft…..” laughter… I knew that he’s going to say something like… “and you have no clue how sexy your butt looks every time I thrust…”
He slapped my butt and squeezed it as he got in again.
“Oh my God, who’s naughty now??!!” I said and he started laughing again… – “You’re right, I am…” and he thrust his pelvis hard on every word he said. I grabbed his butt and squeezed it too.
I was too excited and I started coming. My body begun to wind and I pushed my body even more against him.
He stopped moving and suddenly went down and started sucking on my pussy. I screamed! His tongue went in and licked all of the com he could get.

It just made me come more! And he didn’t plan to stop licking on me. It was so unreal. I was lying on my tummy and was squeezing the sheet beneath my body. It got soaked by sweat in just a couple of minutes. All I could do was try to breathe and com more. As soon as I stopped I started coming again. Danny’s mouth felt so good. It’s the first time I ever realized that I was multiorgasmic.
It felt like we were doing this forever. And I didn’t want it to end.
“Danny I can’t believe how this feels!!!!”
– “Awww baby… ” he got up and looked at me. “I IS unreal! and… you’re so sweet…. down there I mean” he laughed again.
God, he was sexy!
“Am I? … Let me check something then…”
I pushed him to the bed and knelt between his legs. – “Oh my God, Mina! You sure want this??!”
He looked surprised.
“Of course I want it, or should I miss something that delicious…?”
He took a deep breath and I started licking over his tummy, all the way down to his balls.
I kept stroking tenderly there with my fingers as I slowly let my tongue glide over his dick all the way to the tip. A drop of precum appeared on his tip before I got there.
I closed my lips around the tip and started licking on the lower part of it – at the skinfold. Danny sighed. He grabbed my hand and was holding it harder every time I moved my tongue.
It was hard to do slowly, I wanted him so much.
The way he was breathing showed me how much he enjoyed it.
I relaxed and let him get deeper into my mouth. Then I started moving.
He was very excited. I wanted it so much!
It felt so good to taste him… I started sucking on his dick hard and heard him whisper, almost breathless: “Oh God!!!”
He started coming into my mouth and I couldn’t stop sucking on it. He tasted way too good and I wanted more.
He started stroking over my hair. I looked at him and smiled. “Ready?”
– “You’re not gonna…. “I started sucking on his dick again before he could even finish what he wanted to say.
– “Oh my God, Mina!! What are you doing??!!!”
“Bringing you to heaven baby…”
He smiled and pressed my hand more.
He came too soon first time and I wanted him to enjoy this one. We were both young, and not that experienced, so it was kind of trying out our fantasies. I had no clue what I was doing, so I just tried to follow his reactions and do something that makes him feel that way.
I could feel him get harder again, then I pressed the sensitive spot at his perineum as I felt it twitch.
He closed his eyes as I started moving faster again and pressing harder. I saw that he loved it.
Danny’s body was trembling for a second and all his muscles got so tense as he started coming again in my mouth.
It was even more then the last time and I loved his taste.
I licked the last drop of his com as he lifted his head to have a look at me. He had such a grin on his face!
Danny pulled me up and hugged me very close.
“Don’t know about me, but you are as sweet as honey” I said.
– “Baby I’m so happy!” he whispered…
I kissed his eyes and he pulled me even closer and kissed my lips passionately.
I was lying on him and I also let my head fall to his chest and rest there.
It felt so good …everywhere… on my skin, on my lips, in my body and in my heart. Danny was everywhere and I didn’t want him on any other place then there.
It was afternoon already and we decided to order something from the kitchen, since we were both pretty exhausted.
It would take twenty minutes until it’s there. Just enough time for a shower.
We couldn’t let go from each other. I pulled him to the bathroom and into the shower. It was so tempting to watch him move across the room. His body was so exciting and I loved every move he made.
As we entered the shower and closed the small door we were so close together. There wasn’t much place for us to move.
“Hello there” I said
– “Hello…” …he smiled.
I stroked over his chest, then to the flank, to his waist and his butt. “You feel so good under my fingers”.
He just grabbed my breasts and pressed me against the wall. I let the warm water run over us and the shower was suddenly full of steam. Then I pulled Danny closer and kissed him very slowly. I stroked over his lips with my tongue and then lifted my leg and placed it around his waist while my foot was resting on the wall behind him.
He put his arms on my waist and was holding me in place. I took a shower gel from the small shelf and poured some over my neck and breasts. It had the exciting scent of peaches, mango and a hint of tangerine in it.
I put my hands on Danny’s and moved them to my back so he came closer. He liked the scent on my skin and he bit my ear a little.
I wanted him so much. It was so hard to hold the urges. I came very close to him and wiped my breasts over his chest and tummy till there were lots of bubbles all over our bodies. He got very excited, and he just grabbed my hips and leaned me against the wall when I felt him thrusting hard against me. He was so deep inside!
God! It felt so good!!!
Over and over again… every time was like the first time, the only difference was that my appetite for him grew bigger.
I was all slippery… inside and on the outside. Danny smiled and pushed harder. All I could do was close my eyes and let him get as deep in as he could. I was holding myself on his arms and I could feel every tension he had in his muscles.
I imagined what happened inside me if all his muscles got so hard.
I put both my legs around his hips and pressed hard. Danny started thrusting very fast and in the next second I squirted all over him. He went down a little and bit my left nipple. He looked up to me and I saw that smile and that look in his eyes. Then he bit a little more and I closed my eyes tightly. It hurt but made me all excited again and it needed just few more moves till I started coming again.
I dig my nails into Danny’s biceps and he screamed and then came with me.
I just loved to watch his face when he was loosing all the control and letting his body go.
We heard the doorbell. And someone entered the room.
Must be our order. We were standing very still until we heard the door again.
All I could feel was Danny, inside me and getting hard again.
“Baby, I can’t get enough… any ideas what I should do?” I smiled and looked deep into his eyes…
– “How about trying over and over”
Yessss!!
He grabbed me, turned me around and started fucking me from behind. He pressed me against the wall and I lifted my leg up to my chest and was holding it there.
It opened my pussy more to him and he was sliding in and out so hard that I stopped breathing. Then I felt another squirt that was about to burst out and he pressed my nipples very hard again. I screamed his name out!
I just wasn’t sure where we got that energy from. We finally got to rest.
Danny took me and carried me back into the room. I felt so weak and he was smiling as he saw my face.
– “Looks like someone had some fun!” he was laughing again.
And I just couldn’t resist him! He is such a tease!!
“I won’t complain but you look a bit tired too.” I poked him a bit.
– “Of course I am, I mean, we didn’t stop for like 12 hours… ”
Laughter. I hugged him close.
– “Let’s go to bed and see what’s there… I’m starving”
He put his bath robe on took a place on the large bed and I pulled the small carriage closer. Then I seat in front of him and put my legs over his so we had enough place between us to put all the food on the bed.
I took all the plates from the carriage and ordered them between our legs. Danny took a pillow and leaned on it.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
I took a piece of a forest fruits pie, dipped it into the cream and slowly touched his lips with it. He opened his mouth and tasted it. I think he liked it since he smiled again.
Mmmmm…
In that moment he was just my little angel that needed some rest. And I wanted to make it comfortable for him. And tasty too…
I took different fruit pieces and kept feeding him. Then I slowly moved the plates, took a piece of a peach and bit it. I came closer to him and kissed him. He bit the peach and then kissed me passionately.
Suddenly he grabbed me by my knees and pulled them, so I fell on the bed and was lying there a bit surprised. Danny started laughing and looked at me.
He took a couple pieces of pie and fed me just like I fed him before.
Then he took a half of an apricot, looked into my eyes, looked at the fruit and shoved it into my pussy.
I almost came as he did that. But then I felt his fingers pushing the apricot deeper and moving in and out. He still didn’t have enough…
“Dannyyyy!!!”
– “I know” and as he said that, he moved down and started licking around my clit. Then he just sucked on it and that made the pressure in my pussy so hard to stand.
I came so hard and Danny moved down and started licking inside my pussy. Then I felt him sucking very hard on it till he got the apricot out. He took it out and looked at me.
– “Wanna try?” He bit it and then came closer so I could take a bite too.
It was a bit salty and sourly in the same time and then I felt the sweetness of the apricot.
– “You taste so … ahhh… amazing!”
He came up and kissed me. Then he ate the rest of the apricot.
I pulled him and kissed him again. Danny looked at me and smiled.
– “You know… I’m still hungry…”
I saw his hand moving toward the plates again and I just closed my eyes.

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the story is of a boy who got the omnitrix and utilize the power of 10 diff heroes to save the world but when he himself is trapped with his cousin how does he react?

Forced to be a Fuck Doll II

Ashlynn had been forcefully moved to a different room that was entirely white with one table and one armchair. The two men who apparently worked for the man she only knew as ‘Master’ had forced her to put on a sheer white baby doll with only lace white panties underneath. They gruffly pinched at her nipples and laughed to themselves and they were pushing her around.
” This little cunt is going to love Mr. Statler…and don’t bother screaming and whining to him, he’s paying good money to play around with you…and he likes his girls scared and young.” They shortly left the room leaving Ashlynn alone. It all felt so unreal to her…this couldn’t be happening…how long are they going to keep her there…
Before the two men had dragged her to this room they had made her shower and demanded that she shave her pussy completely bare. They also watched her intently while she did so…but Ashlynn has learned by then not to resist.
Before long the door opened and another man in an expensive looking suit walked in. Ashlynn guessed he was probably 50 years old, she stared at him, her eyes starting to tear up. The man was carrying a leather case that resembled a tool box and he sat it on the ground and looked at her and smiled.
“Turn around for me, baby.” He said.
Ashlynn slowly started to turn around, wishing she was unconscious.
“Good. Now take down those panties, spread your legs and bend down and grab your ankles.” He casually demanded.
Ashlynn stalled and began to cry.
“You little bitch. Do as I say!” He reached into his case and pulled out a leather riding crop and quickly advanced to her.
She fearfully pulled her panties down and bent over as he asked. Her ass and pussy were now exposed to him and the cool air. Before she knew it he sharply brought down the riding crop on her ass. She yelped with pain.
“That’s for stalling, you whore.” He hit her ass ass several more times as she stood bent over and then began lightly slapping her pussy with it.
“Reach back her and spread those cute little pussy lips for me. I wanna see if you;re as tight as they said you were.”
Ashlynn awkwardly reached up and pulled apart her lips, the cool air on her exposed cunt sent a chill down her spine. She felt the man staring at her cunt intently and prodding her open hole with the riding crop.
“Alright, good. Take that nightie off and get on that table. Now.”
Ashlynn quickly did so, fearing the crop.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.”
He opened his case again and was digging around, when he found what he wanted to came back to table and showed her a large toy dick. “Alright, slut, pretend it’s a popsicle and get it nice and wet with your mouth. Trust me, you’ll want it wet”
Ashlynn blushed intensely and reached out for dildo, she began licking it and sloppily sucking on it for a minute or two.
“Alright, now your gonna toy with your pussy…and don’t half ass it because you’re not stopping until I see that your cunt is sopping wet, got it?” He pulled the arm chair up the table right in front of her open pussy and sat down. “Go on.”
Ashlynn, never having used a toy before, timidly brought it to her pussy and began nudging her clit with it. She was ashamed to find that she was extremely responsive…being naked and spread open for a stranger had been slightly turning her on and she hated herself for it.
“Slap your clit with.”
Ashlynn obeyed just to hear him demand to do it again and again.”Come on, harder. Torture that sweet little pussy.” After awhile Ashlynn noticed she was getting moist, and then she felt warm liquid dripping out of her pussy hole and onto the table. The man laughed, “Now fuck yourself with it. Do it, cunt.”
She slowly pushed the dildo up her tight pussy and had to steadily hold it otherwise her pussy would push it out, not having been entered in a few months. After pushing it in and out for awhile, trying to suppress her pleasure, the man sat up and shoved it all the in to the base. He then grabbed a roll of duct tape and began taping it in place inside her hot pussy. Ashlynn moaned, half in pain half with pleasure.
“Ah, see? You are just a little cum slut…born to please me.” He then roughly grabbed her legs and turned her over and forced her up on all fours.
He grabbed some nipple clamps out of his case, with small weights chained to the end of them. He stuck these onto her nipples and she whimpered at the sharp sting. “Those little nipples are going to be so fucking hard and stiff when I take these offs.” He said to himself as he slapped her tits. Her nipples hurt so bad, and the weights were pulling them down mercilessly. The man walked around behind her and she felt something cold being smeared over her asshole.
“No! Please don’t!” Ashlynn cried out. The man answered by pinching her swollen clit. He then proceeded to rubbing her asshole with the lube, and soon she felt something being forced up her ass. She looked behind her to see a plastic tube being inserted into her ass. The tube was connected to a large bag of water. He kept pushing the tube farther and farther into her ass and Ashlynn could feel her insides cramping and convulsing, the skin at her asshole opening felt like it was about to tear. Finally he stopped pushing it into her and raised the bag up into air, she could feel the liquid begin to fill her ass.
“Oh, god…” Ashlynn moaned…this sensation felt so strange, not entirely painful but definitly, her nipples with turning numb but were dully throbbing, her pussy was spasming in an attempt to expell the dildo taped inside of her, and her knees were aching from supporting her.
When the bag was empty he demanded that she clench her asshole as tight as she could. “Anything that comes out, I’m making you lick up and even it’s it a drop I’m going to let everyone in this place your tight ass”
Believing his threat she clenched as tight as she could as he pulled the tube out, once it was out he pressed something like a plug into her asshole to keep it in. The plug was thicker than the tubing has been and it seemed she could feel it touching up against the dildo buried in her pussy. Her knees and palms were aching and having to remain on all fours.
“Alright, let’s see how your little dirty cunt is doing” He mercilessly ripped off the tape, she could feel it tear off of her tender pussy skin, and the dildo immediately shot out of her dripping pussy.
“So fucking wet.” He observed and he easily inserted a couple fingers into her cunt. After exploring for a bit, he pulled them out and Ashlynn noticed they were covered in white cream.
“Clean them off, you horny little bitch” He shoved his fingers into her mouth and Ashlynn tasted her own creamy saltiness.
“Alright, now get off the table and stand up. Be careful to not let the plug come out!”
Ashlynn slowly and awkwardly climbed off the table, clenching her ass so the plug wouldn’t pop out. Her stomach hurt and she saw that it was slightly rounder with all the water inside her. The small weights were swinging painfully due to her movements.
He sat back down in his chair, “Now come over here and give me a lap dance…you got to make me want to fuck that dirty little pussy of yours…you better make it seem like you want it bad or else. Rub that pussy into me and beg me to fuck you.”
Ashlynn was mortified…she stiffly walked over to the chair, it was hard with her ass filled up…and straddled his lap. She began grinding her hips into him and she felt his hard cock through his pants. “Please, fuck me.” She whined.
“Sir, call me sir.”
“Please fuck me, sir.” She grinded into his dick harder, it began to feel good and her body desperately wanted release no matter how it betrayed her mind.
“Shake those tits, slut”
Ashlynn painfully tried to shake her tits around, the weights and clamps more painful than ever. “Please,f uck me, Sir. PLEASE! Fuck me!”
“You’re just a filthy little slut…your pussy is so fucking sloppy from that huge dildo. WHy would I want you?” He laughed as he ripped one of the clamps off, then the other.
Ashlynn cried out in pain while she despreately tried to keep rubbing her cunt against his dick, she could feel her wetness being slathered all over his pants.
“Well, you’re desperate enough to ruin a perfectly good pair of pants… I guess I could fuck you since you want it do damn bad.” And with that he threw her off his lap and onto the floor.
“Just don’t fucking cum, and definitely don’t let that plug out.” He yelled as he slid his pants down and rammed his hard giant cock inside her. He began fucking her furiously…way harder and more brutal than she had ever been taken before. She felt like she was being split in two and was trying as hard as she could to clench her ass. He gan biting and sucking at her nipples, letting all his weight crush her onto the hard floor. She felt her hugely swollen clit throbbing against him and he thrust inside her one last time actually sliding her back along the floor. He groaned as his hot cum began filling her, something she had never experienced, and before she knew what was happening her pussy began spasming and convulsing to orgasm…unwillingly the anal plug shot out of her and the water was gushing to the floor. After a wave of delirious pleasure overtook her, she immediately felt afraid knowing she hadn’t followed orders.

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This experience happened with my ex, Justin. We broke up a month before, and this was the first time we hooked up since. This happened on a high school class trip in Europe. For nearly a year, I had wanted to be roommates with him on the trip, and this story is exactly why.