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The Secret of Hogwarts House Elves

This story is based on the series of books by J.K. Rowling. Hermione Granger’s Fifth year at hogwarts. She wishes to discover the reason for the House elves love of slavery, and discovers the shocking truth

Fantasy

The Chalkline

The Chalk Line
a story
by
LePhantom
© 1997
They had met online, in a chat room. He had been attracted by her quiet manner and sent her a rose as an introduction. They instantly formed a bond. Their casual flirting led to deeper discussions of movies and favorite scents, erotic things, sensuality… It blossomed, the next day they found themselves searching, finding each other every time they signed on…
They talked of lives and loves, of things funny and sad… They shared a kiss… tender and gentle, deepening quickly to an almost unmanageable passion… Neither were completely new… neither were completely experienced… Their passions deepened…. they exchanged words of love… both knowing that a meeting in the real world could never happen… both knowing that this was not the first time they had met.
Each time they met, it started the same way… a casual conversation, a sweet word, a gentle affirmation… Then without warning, a single spark flared in one or the other… The touches became real… felt as strongly as if they had been together… Their passions grew with each meeting… Their knowledge of each others likes and dislikes became deeper than any real life lover… They talked and wrote… exchanging stories of erotic days and nights… no fantasy was to small or menial… Finally, they could hold back no longer… with shaking hands he typed his phone number into the computer… “When?” she typed back. “Now” he replied and she disappeared from his screen… Panic set in… had he insulted her? The phone rang, exploding in the quiet… “Hello,” he whispered, afraid to find it wasn’t her. Laughter tinkled softly across the lines and he recognized her… she sounded exactly as she typed… They talked slowly, each learning about the other, each wanting to continue… neither wanting to move. Their voices became soft, barely a whisper… both knew they were only a word away… They met back online… unable to continue without crossing the bounds… they talked of it… each knowing that the next time… it would happen.
They made love many times over the next few months, sometimes online sometimes on the phone… never knowing exactly when it would happen… a word… a sigh… sometime openly stated… sometimes cloaked in vague innuendo… the times together became more and more intense… he teased her about mailing him photographs of her… it became a game of wills each trying to guide the other into a corner. they had exchanged pictures, he knew what she looked like but he didn’t know what she “looked” like underneath all the clothing, he knew her lingerie well enough to have favorite pieces. He knew the colors and the designs. He could picture in his mind the way her fingers looked as they caressed her nipples or gently slipped inside the elastic of her bikini panties. Still he could only imagine.
One day, she called him… excitement ringing in her laughter… words pouring out… quick and staccato… like verbal IM’s.. She was coming to his city… “Could we meet.” she asked, “After all, we are friends as well as lovers.” “We should be able to meet… to speak face to face just one time…” to actually watch each others eyes move… No sex, they agreed, They were just going to look at each other, talk to each other once, in person, so that they could say they had done so.
He went to the registration desk at the hotel and asked for the envelope waiting for him, in it was the key card to her room. His powers of concentration were nonexistent.. His mind wandered ahead of him… to the room upstairs… he felt the same familiar stirring that he got every time he signed on and saw her name… He tried to concentrate on the events as they unfolded… not on what lay ahead… This was just a casual meeting between friends… no sex… no kisses…
The elevator crept upwards gaining slowly on her floor… A short walk down the hall… the key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open… He caught the first faint smells of vanilla… and he knew…
She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up enough to afford him a long look at her stocking’d legs, ending in high spiked purple heels. A powdery chalk line was drawn down the length of the room, splitting it in half and separating her from him. There was a chair on his side, facing the bed and next to it a night stand and phone. Another phone rested on the bed beside her next to a small cardboard box. This was not at all what he expected. She silently picked up the phone… her fingers flew quickly over the buttons and instantly the phone beside his chair jangled into life.
He jumped when his extension rang; and she laughed the way he had heard her laugh so many times before… he felt the same stirrings he felt every time his phone rang, every time she signed on, every time her read her letters… He snatched the receiver from it’s cradle, his mouth dry, voice shaky with anticipation.
Hello you, she smilingly breathed into the phone. Hello back, he replied, thinking god this is wonderful, she looks, she sounds, she smells just like I had pictured that would in real life. He understood fully that the line was more than a chalk line, it was the “Line He Could Not Cross”. The sound had been turned off on his receiver, so the voice was coming from her, not it. But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping it around her fingers and kind of stroking it across her breasts while staring intently at him.
“I’m wearing a black silk dress, no bra, a black garter belt, natural stockings, and black strappy heels.” “No panties… today,” she added as an afterthought. And she slowly uncrossed her legs allowing a fleeting glimpse, her skirt slid a little higher. “I’ll bet if you could see me, you’d enjoy the view,” she whispered.
It was, as if his imagination had blossomed fully, the things he had only thought he saw for the past months were before his eyes. The familiar hardening coursed through him as he slid the zipper down. “I am soo hard,” he whispered.” and I can feel your fingers on me.” His fingers wrapped around his stiffness directed by her desires. “Touch me.” she whispered back. “”Let me feel your hands on me.”
Slowly his hand moved over his stiffness, as he knew hers would. “Oh god,” he thought, “I could cum right now if I let myself.” He loved bringing her to orgasm before they finally came together in a frenzy of moans.. “Slip your dress off, he whispered, and she placed the telephone on the bed as she stood, slipping the straps down over her shoulders and letting the soft black silk slide to the floor. “It’s off,” she breathed softly into the telephone, as she leaned back against the headboard. With two soft clunks, her shoes fell to the floor, “and my shoes are off too.”
Her black lingerie contrasted against her creamy skin. Her soft red hair framed her face as he had imagined it would. A soft mound of red sprouted from the ‘V’ of her legs. Her hands began to slowly explore her body, in perfect imitation of his thoughts, down over her breasts, stopping only to gently squeeze her nipples, as she knew he would Sighing, her eyes closed, her shoulders went back thrusting her upward. He could tell that she was both aware of his presence and oblivious to it. His hands moved slowly over his cock as he slipped his pants down over his legs. Her head turned towards him, her lips parted, tongue moistening them in preparation for what was to come… “Can you feel my fingers touching you,” he whispered? “Yess,” she moaned softly into the receiver. “I can.” Her hand slid down over her stomach towards the soft mound of hair, exploring as it went, in the same way she knew that he would explore her.
“Would you like me to take my stockings off,” she whispered into the phone, knowing exactly how much that excited him. She quickly unfastened the garter, sliding the soft stockings down over her legs, slowly, agonizingly, then tossing them casually on the floor. His hand moved slowly over his hardness… in perfect imitation of the way she would. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met as her fingers gently parted the soft folds in search of the tiny button that would release her passions. “Touch me,” she whispered, “I want to feel your hands on me.” “Touch me, while I touch you.” He slide down slowly in the chair, his hand gliding smoothly over his stiffening cock as her fingers delicately entered her wetness.
Her legs opened as if to accept him, “I want to feel your tongue on me,” she moaned. His hand moved faster on his cock.. Her fingers moved in tiny circles over her clitoris her left hand pressed against the soft mound as her right hand slipped deeply inside… her back arched. “I’m taking you into my mouth,” she whispered, the phone long abandoned on the bed, “can you feel it?” “Yesssss.” he groaned…
Her fingers moved inside her, probing, exploring, searching in perfect imitation of him… In and out, moving quickly then slowly then quickly again. His stroking matched her movements. Her left hand moved to her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing, kneading… gently rolling the nipples between her fingers… tugging at them. Her legs strained to open wider, to allow him entrance to her, her hips thrust up against him, rolling from one shoulder to the other as she squirmed under him… her moans increased, no longer able to stifle them, his stroking became faster, more intense, his body stiffened in anticipation of the coming onslaught.
Her eyes clenched tightly together, her teeth bit down on her lip in a vain attempt to quiet the building cries, her head turned again towards him, her eyes opening, her gaze fixed on his stiffened cock, her tongue passed over her lips as if to taste it. The sight of his stroking intensified her passion…, her breaths came in gasps… “Yesssss,” she whispered hoarsely and he knew she enjoyed watching as much as being watched.
Her fingers moved furiously against her swollen clitoris as his hand stroked his stiffened cock… Her hand alternately caressed and kneaded her breasts, her body twisted and turned on the bed… her eyes moved from his cock to his face… locking for an instant with his… her hips heaved upwards to meet him and her beautiful thighs quivered in anticipation of the building orgasm… Harder and faster her hands moved, in perfect rhythm with his… Deep in her throat, a tiny whimper of ecstasy began to build.
Their eyes locked together as his cock began to throb, faster and faster they moved, her whimper building in spite of her vain attempts to hold it in… closer and closer they moved towards the edge… together… in perfect harmony… The contractions began to ripple through her stomach, like the ripples in a lake, his back arched as the fluid poured through him. Together, their moans became screams of passion, each drowning out the other.
Together they writhed in ecstasy pouring the juices of love out, mixing them, blending them as they hand for weeks on the phone… again and again, she contracted as each aftershock passed through her… her moans became a song blending with his in a duet of passion and love…. exploding with flashes of light through their bodies.
Over and over, the spasms coursed through them until they sagged, spent, eyes still watching each other, smiles playing across their lips… “So”, she whispered, “do you still want to honor that line?”
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Fantasy

That Fucking Wasp

“Son of a bitch!” I heard Joann exclaim, “a fucking wasp just stung my Goddamn arm!” I had been working with the quiet little woman for over three months, but had never heard her use any curse words, other than an occasional ‘damn’. I dropped the hand held scanner onto a pallet of electronic equipment, walked to her side, and asked her if she needed to take a break.
“I’ll need to sit down for a few minutes, just to see if there’s any reaction, with all the meds I take. Damn, that hurts.”
I remembered her telling me about her heart surgeries, but I’d never seen any evidence that her ability to work was compromised. As she sat, I took a copper penny from my pocket. “I heard that taping a penny onto the stung spot, will relieve the pain in a short while. This will be a good time to try it out. Is there any specific reaction I need to watch for?”
“I don’t know, Don,” I could hear the frustration in her soft voice, “there’s so many possible side effects, I could never keep up with all of them.”
An adhesive bandage, from the nearby first aid kit, held the penny tightly in place. She smiled and thanked me as I sat down, still holding her arm, and lightly rubbing both sides of the bandage. “I’ll just sit with you for a few minutes, and you tell me if you feel something that’s not right.”
“I’ll tell you what’s not right. I shouldn’t have to be working, anyway. My husband’s laid off from his job, driving a gravel truck. He could be driving for a dozen other companies, but he’s too damn lazy to look around. I think his laziness is the reason the gravel pit doesn’t want him back. He says it’s the best pay he can get, so he wants to just sit on his sorry butt, and wait for a call back…the sting is better now, Don, thank you so much. I’m sorry for unloading on you. I guess I’ll get back to work.”
As she started to stand up, she stumbled. When I caught her, I had a handful of firm tit trapped in my right hand. When she regained her balance, I grinned at Joann and said, “oops”.
“Don’t worry about it, and thank you….again. Do you think the boss would mind if I take the rest of the day off? I guess that sting made me a little woozy.”
“If you’re not here, you don’t get paid. He’s already gone, and it’s just the two of us, for the next couple of hours. Tuesdays are never very busy, so I can take care of things. You just go to the break room and relax. Will you be steady enough, or do I need to help you?”
“I think I can make it twenty feet by myself. Besides,” she had a mischievous grin on her face, “how do I know you wouldn’t try to cop another feel?”
“Hey, I’m a man. At my age, you gotta take advantage of every opportunity. Now you scoot on in there and lie down, I’ll check on you in a little bit.”
She reached out, patted my shoulder, and said, sweetly, “Thank you, Don.”
I had to nudge the sleeping 44 year-old three or four times before she awoke. If she hadn’t come around, I was prepared to call the local EMS.
“Oh..I guess I dozed off. Gosh, what time is it?”
“It’s six o’clock. I just locked the front door and turned off the ‘open’ sign. How you feeling?”
“Actually, I guess that sting made me sleepy, but I feel very rested. Look here, there’s not even a red mark where the wasp stung me. Mmm, would you do me a favor? I ran into that open cabinet earlier. It feels like I have a knot on the side of my head. Would you follow me home, just in case I get sleepy again and have to pull over?”
I pulled my car into Joann’s driveway, and waited for her to park hers’ in the garage. When she walked out and hit the door closer, she smiled as she walked back to my car.
“I’d like you to stay for a little bit, it looks like dick head is out running around. I’m gonna fix some sandwiches for supper, please stay….”
“YES!” Joann was excited, “He got called in to haul six loads, to Phoenix. Each trip will be about two hours, so I don’t have to put up with his whining & bullshit tonight. Sorry, Don, but I need some relief once in a while.”
The sandwiches were delicious and I really enjoyed visiting with Joann. Her only child was twenty-three, and she was currently serving a tour of duty in Iraq.
“Do you have anything going on this evening, Don?”
“Yeah,” I was teasing her, “I had a date, but I stayed here too long. Guess I can forget getting’ laid tonight. That’s alright, though, her boobs don’t feel as good as yours.” I snickered a little and she could tell I was joking.
She rose from the kitchen bar, took the few steps to reach where I sat, and said, “I’ve never shown you my scar.” She unbuttoned the company shirt, which fit her body better than mine fit, then unhooked the front clasp on her bra.
I barely glanced at the scar, which ran from the top of her ribcage, to a point just above her navel. Yep, those soft tits looked just as good as the one had felt, earlier.
“Asshole won’t even look at me, when I’m facing him naked. He says he can’t believe they destroyed my body this way. Hell, without the surgery, I would have been dead. Would you mind telling me what you think about the damage?”
I pulled her to me, took a warm, hard nipple in my mouth, and sucked for a few seconds. “What damage?” Then I latched onto the other one.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Bob hasn’t touched my tits, nor my pussy for two years. Stay here tonight, Don. I need a man. I need a man real bad.”
I took her belt loose, dropped her uniform pants, and lowered her pink panties. “I’ll stay on one condition…no more talk about you stupid husband. This night will just be for us, nobody else.”
I easily lifted Joann, and asked the way to the bedroom.
I laid her on the bed and began pulling my own clothes off. She scooted her ass toward me, until it was barely on the edge. She grabbed her ankles, spread her short legs, and said, “Just walk your dick into me, please. Hurry, I’m so fucking horny I’m about to cum, just thinking about how good this going to feel.”
Joann’s husband must have had a small dick, or maybe it was because she hadn’t had a hard cock in her for over two years. I had no problem finding her fuck hole, but she wasn’t wet enough. When I spit into my hand, she did the same. In seconds, there was enough saliva on her cunt that my shaft slid in. I backed it out, pushed in again, then again. Finally, on the third shove, I was seated deep in her pussy.
I held still for a few seconds, until she began to wiggle with anticipation. I moved her legs to my shoulders, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass all the way against my balls. When I started steadily pumping my piston, she began gasping.
“Oh my God, Don. Oh my fucking God, that feels so good. Uhh, uhh, mmm, ggguhh, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah, baby, cum for Donnie. Cum hard!”
Joann, literally, screamed, “Aieeee! Fuck Meeeeee!”, when her first orgasm hit. I pounded her harder for three or four minutes, then she let out another. “Oh..oh..oh..oh..oooohhhhh, SHIT!….SHIT! MOTHER FUCKIN’ SHIT!!”
I could feel my own nuts beginning to spasm, ready to send a load of hot sperm into the depths of this pretty, greying, little woman. “Here it cums, baby!”
“Yes, fuck me. Cum in me, Don. Fuck me hard. Fill me up…”
I did.
I fell onto the bed, after my cock began to recede. We repositioned ourselves, and held each other close. In a few minutes, I offered to step into the bathroom, and get her a washcloth.
“No, thanks. I want to feel the mess on my legs, my ass, my pussy. I want to know that feeling, again. It’s been so long. Speaking of long, you have a much bigger dick than…..never mind, we’re not going to mention anybody.
Would you mind if I kiss you?”
“Mind? Hell, I’d love to kiss you. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it, or if you just wanted sex.” Our lips met, tongues dueled, and hands wandered. Soon, as a result of all the close contact, including her hand stroking me into another hard-on, we were joined again, fucking like a couple of horny teenagers.
I awoke at 4:35 am. Joann’s warm, soft lips were working up and down on my piss hard. Needing to empty my bladder delayed my ejaculation…or maybe it was that my balls had emptied four times in the last eight hours, already.
Joann’s skill as a cocksucker were amazing. The combination of suction, tongue manipulation, and hand strokes, kept me on the verge of cumming for ten minutes or more. Finally, I jerked her head down hard, forcing the end of my shaft into her throat…just in time to shoot six or seven surges of semen straight down, into her stomach.
“Wow,” she gasped for air as she raised her head, “I’ve never deep throated before.” She moved up, kissed me, and told me she’d have to try it again, soon.
“Okay if I go home with you to shower? Asshole should be getting home before long. I want the bastard to wonder what the fuck went on in here, but I don’t want him to confront me, alone.
You helped me make up my mind, I’m leaving his sorry ass, as soon as I can find an affordable apartment.”
“You don’t need an apartment. Move in with me. We’ll get your clothes and personal things, right now. He won’t fuck with you when I’m around, or he’ll get his ass kicked. C’mon, let’s pack.
The early morning shower was better than any I’d ever taken. After shampooing each others’ hair, we took a turn with the bath gel and sponge. It was at that point I examined the long scar on her chest. With a tit firmly grasped in each hand, I planted kisses down the entire length of it. ‘But why stop there?’ I thought.
I eased to my knees, gave her navel some special attention, then moved to her pubic hair. Her feet slid to the outer edges of the enclosure, and as my mouth found her clit, my fingers entered her pussy. With her back against the wall, she lifted her legs over my shoulders.
“Uh..uh..uh..uh..” was all she could manage to say, but as hard as she was humping into my face, I could tell she was screaming on the inside. The finger-fucking, and tonguing, brought her to a climax within a couple of minutes.
I let Joann slide to the floor of the shower, sat beside her, and held in my arms.
After a few minutes, she spoke, quietly. “I’m never going back to that house, Don. Not to that house, not to that sorry bastard, who promised to love and take care of me. He has a whore down the street. He doesn’t know that I know, but I do. She’s really a pretty nice lady, so I don’t see what she sees in him.”
I reached up and turned off the water.
“I don’t know what you want, Joann. I’m not sure I want to commit to a permanent relationship. I’ll just have to figure that out. But…you can stay here, with me, until we decide what we want. No matter what it is, I want to be your friend, and nobody fucks with my friends.” I took the opportunity to stroke her clit, again, “Except me… I love to fuck my friends.”
One short talk with Bob was all it took to convince him to stay away from Joann. With her divorce settlement, and my own savings, she and I bought out the appliance rental business, where we worked.
She lived with me for a little over two years, and was riding my cock like a cowgirl when her heart gave out. With her dying breath, she smiled at me and said, “Fuck, that was good.”

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my hot cousin

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