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The Beginning Of A Great Summer

*This is a true story events have not been changed and names have been*
It was the beginning of summer for me. I’m mike. Im 5’11 165lbs and very muscular and built from football and volleyball. Im 16 years old. I started puberty when I was 11 so ive had a fair amount of growing. I have fair amount of chest hair. And hairy legs and thighs. My cock is 8 inches. Anyway to my story and I might switch to telling the story from the 3rd person so bare with me.
It was the second week of summer. I had just woken up with a my cock throbbing. I sleep in the nude all ways good to let the boys hang free. I got up went to my draw and pulled out some see through briefs since I figured no one would be home. I walked down the stairs and noticed my dad sleeping on the couch. I had forgotten my mom went on vacation with her sister for 3 weeks. I continued and looked over at my dad and saw his beautiful tight ass with just the perfect amount of fuzz over it. I have a thing for my dad. Im not completely gay. I have had sex with girls before and experimented with guys. But my dad was different. My cock was even harder now. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water when I heard my dad yawn and sit up on the couch.
Oh no I thought im ragging hard and he probably is too. Morning wood only good if you have a horny girl. I put my glass down turned around and my dad was standing there with his cock hard and his balls hanging and looking full. “Uh morning dad” I said “ no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed son. Were both men and erections are normal and so is being horny and nude. Son for the next 3 weeks its just us guys. Let everything hang loose.” He paused and I couldn’t believe this was happening. He stared at my cock through my briefs and said “ Hmm thick large and loads of precum just like your old man.” My dad was no old man he was 37 great body. Very muscular 6 pack and everything was so defined. His cock was at least 10 inches. He had hairy legs and thighs like me. Nice hairy chest with a thick treasure chest line leading to very little pubes. Like I said before his ass was nice toned hairy.
“Son listen, im a man with needs. You as a teenager are horny all the time. Your mother isn’t here to help me. So listen anything you need just talk to me in fact im going to shower than go to the store to pick up a bottle of lube, if you want to you can come.” “Sure dad ill come” “Great im going to shower if you want to join me you can”
I was in major shock but very horny and followed him to his shower. It was huge like a shower for a gym. He got in turned all the heads on and got it nice and hot. I slipped off my underwear no longer shocked but excited and my cock sprung to life. I got in and at that moment my dad dropped the soap and he bent over. Exposing his nice pink hairy hole which at that moment I sat down and started jerking off. My dad said “ you know son when I was your age I always wanted to do sexual things with my dad but he never would I know you have it for me the way you eyed my cock this morning. I wanna try something and I know your gonna love it. Get up and bend over for me.” I agreed and bent over. I was waiting when I felt a warm presence in my hole. My dads tongue plunged deep in my ass and ate me out. It felt amazing he stopped and stuck his fingers in my ass. He finger fucked my ass and I started moaning and screaming while he was saying “ Yeah babe you like that. Your ass is so warm and tasty and tight.”
My dad had little benches put in the shower which I could only imagine for fucking my moms pussy. He sat down on the bench and so did I. We started jerking off with the water sloshing and the sounds of our fists against our balls I started to moan really load and I was close to cumming. My dad said don’t and told me to cum on his chest. I got up and he laid across the bench. Damn I looked at him his legs spread apart muscular hairy legs great body huge cock I imagined him fucking me when I erupted. I screamed and moaned cum hit the wall and cum dropped on my dads mouth chest and chin. Little drops fell to the floor. I was so horny than I didn’t wait for my dads reaction got on the bench and sucked my dads cock. It was so thick warm and veiny. I could feel he was close when he started breathing heavy and his cock pulsed. He moaned louder than ever and at least 6 thick white ropes of sweet cum went down my throat and on my chin. My dad got up kissed me hard licked the cum off my chin and his chin and said “ Mikey, Son, Were gonna have a great 3 weeks” “ Now lets get washed up get that bottle of lube. Maybe hit the gym later tonight come home and have some late night fun?. Your uncle Mark is coming tomorrow. We used to have a lot of fun together as kids. Since your mom and her sister which you know is his wife are outta town he’ll be staying with us only for a little bit and staying in the guest room next to yours. He’s a moaner”
*There are gonna be many parts to this watch out for part 2 and yes this was a true story!!*

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Second Chances – Part 1

This is my first story. I plan to release at least one more part. This part sets up the story line. Comments and constructive criticism is welcome.

Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

Flash story about two boys fool around on a random chat site and meet a woman that convinces the boys to do nasty things together. Very different than my usual story. No murder, rape, or violence. Read and enjoy leave a comment if you like.

Maria’s Favor to a Geek – Chapter 3

This chapter was originally intended to be a lot longer, but I decided to cut it in half. This chapter is now primarily about Steve and Sarah. I may split the story’s focus between character groups as it goes on, but will ultimately try to keep Maria the main focus. Feedback helps, lemme know what you think.

Bar Snack

When I was 35, I lived right on Venice Beach in Los Angeles, overlooking Muscle Beach and the White Men Can’t Jump basketball courts. My neighborhood was a frequent location for movies, and for television shows like Baywatch. Despite the frenetic and bizarre activity going on all along the tourist-filled boardwalk, depression and social withdrawal had made me very reclusive. When the money ran low and I had to get out of my cave to find a job, I found one at a small bar in a hotel just a few blocks away in Marina del Rey, the legendary singles locale in LA ever since it was created from wetlands a generation earlier. The “World’s Largest Man-made Yacht Marina” boasted 10,000 boats, thousands of inexpensively-made but expensively-priced apartments, dozens of restaurants and countless bars that all served as meeting places for horny singles, and more than a few horny marrieds.
Bartending might seem an unlikely occupation for a reclusive, withdrawn depression-sufferer. But the clarity of the roles made it easier for me: I pour/you drink, I flirt/you tip. The difficult interactions with complete strangers were made easier by the presence of the long mahogany barrier that existed between me and the customers. The customers came and went at fairly predictable intervals, none lingering too long, and I could keep up with the best of them in repartee, banter and travel experience. And a big factor in choosing a singles bar in which to work was that I was horny, very horny. It had been months since anything but my own hands and a favorite toy had touched me anywhere interesting. My mouth was so hungry for cock or pussy that I started salivating every time I thought about what I would desperately like it to be doing later.
On this Friday night the hotel in which the bar was located was filled with a small convention of retail store managers, and many of them drifted in before or after dinner with their colleagues. Now all that remained were a half dozen “locals” who were trying to figure out the new bartender—a fairly attractive blonde in a red faux-leather mini-skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse that was so sheer that her prominent nipples poked through with nearly every move I made. What was not obvious was that I was wearing nothing at all under the miniskirt, something that one would only discover by groping me inappropriately—and I was hoping desperately to be groped inappropriately.
One of the locals, a cute, little dirty-blonde named Debbie, was perplexed. She proudly announced that she had blown every bartender who’d ever worked at the bar—right there behind the bar. Her companion for the evening, a charming but hard-drinking pilot named Al, who made one want to avoid his airline, was egging her on, saying she had to do it. And I was offering neither resistance nor encouragement to help her dilemma, an expressionless half-smile that added to her confusion. Four other locals were weighing in on the topic: out of work actor Tony, who seemed to be attached to the lovely, young, redheaded sometime-hooker Katie; and boat builder Darren, who was hovering around the buxom, brunette Sandy, who seemed to be the most reserved of the group.
I was pretty sure that I would have sex with any one of them—hell, maybe with all of them at once—if they’d approached me in the right way, but I was less than a week into the new job and didn’t want to jeopardize it by hooking up with anyone too obviously or too soon. I was horny, but I was also trying to be a little bit practical.
I was at the other end of the bar, near the wide entrance from the hotel lobby, when my attention was first diverted, then riveted, by the sight of a tall brunette walking toward the bar, backlit so that the only view was of long legs, and long, dark hair gone slightly wild. The woman stopped at the entrance and turned around as though looking for companions in the lobby. My jaw dropped and I stopped working as I saw that the woman was not only tall and slim, but also wore exceptionally tight designer jeans wrapped snugly around a magnificently shaped ass that made the curve from thighs to hip to waist a downright erotic experience.My God, she just has to come in here. What can I do?
“Um, excuse me, Miss, can I help you?” I called to her. She turned toward the bar again and suddenly materialized in front of me. I have no memory of how she got there. All I knew was that I was facing a beautiful, wild, green-eyed sexual animal who was making me warm and wet and nervous and excited. As usual, the most obvious reactions came from my now-extremely-erect nipples, whose full shape could be seen through the translucent material of my blouse. I had to say something. What?
“Hi, I’m Gay,” I said as I held out my right hand. She took it, shook it and held it gently for a moment too long, sending electric charges up my arm and into all the parts of me that were already racing in fifth gear.
“You’re gay?” she asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
That I was bisexual was not in doubt, but it was always a spur of the moment thing usually fueled by a few too many drinks and a proposition I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have enough confidence in my gaydar to ever initiate an encounter, just to make myself very, very available. I wanted to scream, I’m queer as a three-dollar bill and I want to you to fuck me right here, right now! Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said with what I hoped was a warm, inviting smile:
“My name is Gay, and you are?”
“Sonia. I’m Sonia.” She drew out the first syllable and her pursed lips looked invitingly kissable.
“Well, Sonia-with-a-long-sexy-O, what can I get you?” I wanted to tell her that I was the best thing on the menu, that she could get a to-go order.
“Coke would be nice.”
“I don’t think that’s been on the menu here since the ‘80s,” I replied, hoping I could coax a smile from that beautiful, intense face.
“Coca-Cola will be fine,” she said, smiling broadly with the mouth I wanted to kiss me, her green eyes twinkling with delight.
“Nothing stronger?” I wanted her drunk so that maybe she would think me worthy of her obvious sexual energy.
“No, afraid not. That’s off-limits for me.”
“Good that you know that. The only difficult part of this job is dealing with people who shouldn’t be drinking. It makes me sad.” I drew her Coke into the finest tall crystal glass I could find, added a splash of Rose’s Lime Juice and garnished it with a section of lime. I wanted to dip a nipple into it, offer her a taste and ask her if I could pour—pour it all over me!
“That’s on the house.” And so am I!
“You treat all the hotel guests that way?” Oh my God she is staying here! I want desperately to be her midnight snack, her room service, her breakfast in bed.
“Only the special ones, and Sonia, you are one of the very special ones.” Oh shit, I hope I didn’t overdo it. I wish the hell I knew what I was doing. I’m a nervous wreck. I’ve got to do something. We’ve been staring into one another’s eyes for the seconds, minutes, hours or however long it had been since she sat down at my bar.
“I think I’ll put on some CDs and maybe those folks’ll start dancing, and maybe even leave.” I nodded toward the half-dozen people closely huddled at the other end of the bar.
The music came up and, sure enough, the three couples at the other end of the bar ambled out onto the dance floor.
“So, do those sell a lot of drinks?” What the hell was she saying? Oh, I see, she’s staring at my nipples. Oh god, they give me away very time. Maybe that’s good. Oh shit, maybe it isn’t.
“I don’t know about selling drinks, but they seem to attract tips pretty well.” I wanted to raise my hand high and jump up and down like a school kid with the answer, to yell, Choose me, choose me!
“Are they always that long?” Oh God, she’s talking about my nipples, my best feature, my best friends!
“Um, well, they’re always kinda poky, but they’re appear to have some extra incentive just now.” She smiled again! A beautiful smile that lit up her face and mischievous green eyes, a face framed by that long brown hair. A few strands, wildly out of place, ran across her forehead and down her smooth cheeks before settling into a contrast with the denim off-white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down her chest. Because the fabric was so thick, very little showed, but it was obvious that her breasts were large and low slung—which meant they were real—I love real boobs!
“Can I see them?” She wants to see them! See them? Hell, she can suck on them until sunrise! But I can’t just take off my blouse with other customers here, even if they are sexually liberated. What to do?
“Why don’t we dance?” My suggestion took me by surprise, and her, too, but she broke into a grin and stood. I came out from behind the bar undoing buttons and when we met to figure out who would lead, I pulled my blouse open and fell against her chest. Until this point I didn’t know she was wearing cowboy boots—hell, I didn’t even know she had feet; she just moved from the entrance to my bar as an apparition, an animal on the prowl. Oh, I hope so much she’s an animal on the prowl for me. With me in cute little sport-shoe sandals, she was at least four inches taller and her large, low slung breasts met my little nipple holders as we embraced.
“Now, open your blouse, too.” My voice was noticeably husky even to me as I stared into her eyes and dared her to reciprocate.
“In public, right here? They’re a little floppy, ya know. If you spin me, someone could get hurt.” I laughed and our eyes met again and I did it, I actually did it. I started to unbutton her blouse as we swayed to the sweet, soft music, hardly dancing, just bringing our bodies together.
“Well, if they look like they’re getting out of control, I’ll just have to grab ‘em.” She laughed at that, tossing her head back, her wild brown hair flying. She’s playing with me; oh my God, I want her to play with me in so many ways.
When I had her shirt unbuttoned, I pulled it open and held her close, and we both looked down to check one another out. My little 34Bs with the pencil-eraser nipples, her large 34Cs with big, smooth areolas that I wanted to touch and kiss and lick, succulent little buttons at the center of each that made my mouth water.
I have no idea whatsoever how long we clung to one another, but I do know that our hands explored as much as they could reach while we embraced breast to breast, our open blouses keeping our nakedness at least somewhat private between us. I do know that she wore no panties at all and I know she now knew that I wore none under my mini skirt. The music ended and we each buttoned one strategic button mid-torso and returned to our places—me behind the bar, she in her seat in front of me. I buttoned a few more buttons and went to the other end of the bar to refresh the drink of the half-dozen remaining customers.
When I returned to Sonia, she asked:
“Got any bar snacks?”
“Oh, sure, Sonia. Sorry.” Filling a clean bowl with the dry, salty snacks, I put it in front of her. I loved saying her name, a name I now associated with wild animal sexuality.
“I was thinking something less dry, maybe even wet.” She arched an eyebrow impishly. I blushed. I flushed. I gushed. I was completely kerfluffled.
“Hop up on the bar and sit facing me,” she said, not asking but not exactly commanding either, just stating the obvious. Oh my god, she wants me! Without giving it a second thought, I jumped up on the bar and slid forward, my legs dangling over her side of the bar. I spread my legs and presented her with a full view of a naked dripping-wet pink pussy. I was so glad I had shaved before coming to work. I braced myself with one hand on the bar, and used the other to play with her long, wild, brown hair, to touch her neck, her cheek, her chin, her lips. She moved slowly, tantalizingly forward, planting random kisses on either of my inner thighs. She was an inch from my wet sex and I knew that at any moment her tongue would find my slit.
Instead she moved her head up my body and boldly suckled on my erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity to my already wet pussy. How could she possibly know that my nipples are my best features, my best friends; that they are so sensitive that I can sometimes come when they are licked and sucked? She licked and sucked and nibbled my sensitive buds to a rosy redness, and finally I managed to huskily whisper:
“I’ll give you a half-hour to cut that out.”
She had another idea, and it wasn’t a bad one at all. Her mouth dove back down toward my dripping pussy and hovered in front of it as though waiting a tantalizing moment before attacking.
But she teased me again, using a hand to move lightly just across the tips of my inflamed outer lips and using her breath to stimulate my hypersensitive sex. I bucked up against her, but she eluded my thrusts, until finally she touched me with her tongue, lightly, just tickling me. Fingers found my lips and gently began to pry them apart, then her tongue began to lap up the juices I was secreting as she swirled her tongue all around my clit, time after time. I was on fire. I was wet; no, I was literally dripping wet, sitting in a pool of my own juices. With those first few touches I was already near orgasm, so excited was I by this woman who had so completely overwhelmed me. I was completely, but delightfully, out of control.
“Fuck me, Sonia,” I pleaded, unnecessarily, for she had just thrust two fingers into me and was further energizing me by moving them in and out rhythmically. Her thumb circled the o-ring of my anus teasingly and her tongue eagerly lapped up every bit of juice I produced. She traced lines on either side of my swollen clit, daring it to grow more, to emerge from its hooded hiding place. She sucked on my pussy lips and pulled them apart.
My free hand found one of my nipples, and twisted it and pulled it and pinched it to the limits of its tolerance. Miraculously, Sonia used her free hand to treat the other nipple identically. How could she know so much about my body? In one sense there was a mind-boggling jumble of activity all aimed at producing a giant orgasm that I could already feel beginning in my extremities and moving toward my center. In another sense I could feel every single thing that was happening to me, and I wanted to scream…or laugh…or cry…or erupt in the most amazing orgasm of my life.
Sensing how close I was, Sonia accelerated her manual fucking, and thrust her face against my sex; her face must be covered with my juice. At last her tongue made direct contact with my clit and my climax burst forth from deep within, convulsion after convulsion completely absorbing my every nerve ending. I put a hand in my mouth and bit it to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My body had turned dark pink in one giant blush, or flush. And my sex creamed Sonia’s face with a gushing of my love juices. The waves continued and she seemed determined that her tongue feel every undulation. Thoroughly sated at last, I fell back onto the top of the bar.
As I began to regain my bearings and opened one eye to try to recall where I was, Sonia grabbed my face and pulled me back up to her. We exchanged a long, slow, wet kiss. When I tasted myself on her mouth, I expanded my licks and kisses to the rest of her come-covered face. At last, fully realizing where I was, I looked around, and the six patrons of the bar broke into applause. And I broke into an even darker blush.
“Oh, shit,” was my eloquent response. Then, I thought, the hell with them and I looked into Sonia’s eyes and said, “Thank you, Sonia. Thank you so much.” And gave her a tongue kiss that pleaded for more.
“Thank you, Gay, for the nice bar snack,” Sonia replied. “You’re so sweet I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” I smiled.
The first of the spectators to speak was Debbie. “I’m glad I didn’t try it. I never, ever could have done that as well as Sonia did.” She looked a little disappointed, so I winked at her to let her know that I might let her try.
“Oh my God, it must be closing time,” I said as reality began to intrude on my reverie.
“Well past,” Debbie told me. “We’ve closed up the bar; you just need to drop your money. We’ve done this before for bartenders whose minds—and, um, other things—were elsewhere.”
I turned to Sonia with a boldness I rarely felt and said, “I’m hungry.”
“For what?” she asked coyly, batting her long eyelashes.
“For you! Your place or mine?”
“My place is right around the corner—103.”
I grabbed the money in the till, put it in a bag and dropped it into the safe without counting it. I came around the bar, grabbed Sonia by the hand and we strode out of the bar, destination very clear in both our minds. Within a half-dozen steps, we’d released hands and each fondled the other’s closest butt cheek as we continued our short walk to what we knew would be even greater sexual adventures.
Even through my lust-stoked sexual haze, I realized that I was going to love this bartending gig.
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“PLAY MOM & DAD

Play Mom & Dad
By Blueheatt
….Sis and I were talking when my sister first came up with this little game of ’mom and dad’ she wanted to play. I’m Bobby and she’s Glenda. I think back and I think she just wanted normal parents. Now she could pretend we were the ideal parents.
…..We want to tell you how we grew up with a secret home life of our own.
…..Our parents fought a lot verbally. They both drank to much and it was a way of life in our house. Glenda was 2 years older than me and we were close. My room was in the basement where it was quieter and I could wank pretty much in private. One evening as I lay in bed, I thought about my girlfriend naked, as usual, and I heard the door quietly open. Slowly down the stairs came Glenda in her nightgown. She had a cute build, nice tits and cute ass…but she unfortunately was my sister. We smiled as she came over and lay beside me. “They’re at it again. It’s so nice down here, I’m going to trade bedrooms and you can stay up there.” she said.
…..“No way sis, you can stay down here until they go to sleep, but I’m not living up there.” I said.
She said: “Ok, I’ll be the ‘nice’ mom and you be the ‘nice’ dad, Ok?” “Mom and dad?, those are girl games. How about you be a stripper and I’ll be the watcher. Now that would be a hot game.”
….She rolled towards me smiling that ornery smile of hers. She said: “What ever you want…’Daddy’….” I said: “Oh really? Is ‘Mommy’ going to do a sexy strip tease for ‘daddy‘?”
….She rolled out of my bed and started trying to act all sexy and feeling her body over her nightgown. She lifted it up to almost her pussy and squeezed her tits. I said: “No no, ya gotta ‘be’ sexy, not just act sexy.
…. “Help me daddy. tell me what a guy likes to see a stripper do.” she said. I coached her a little and I started getting a boner. She saw it and whispered: (“I must be doing better daddy.”) The sexier she danced the bigger my boner got. She jumped in the bed and snuggled up to me. (“…you’ve made mommy all horny daddy. You’re the ‘daddy’ and you have to ‘fix it’.”)
…..I had my hands behind my head watching her. I looked at her and that little cutesy smile. ….We could still hear our mom and dad arguing up stairs. She snuggled closer, pushing her tits and pussy into me. We continued to whisper. I said: (“…you made daddy get a boner…you’re the ’mommy’ and your suppose to ’fix it’…right?”)
….I figured that would put an end to her game of ’mom and dad’. I wasn’t into having sex with my sister for real. Wanking…. oh hell yes, I thought about fucking her many times, but the real thing…no way…I thought…or…use to think….things were changing as I looked at her tits (no bra) and her (no panties) body. I began to look at her as a hot bodied girl, and not a sister.
…. She paused.
Glenda thought…..
…..what am I going to do. I love this game of ’mom and dad’, it’s makes me wonderfully horny. If I stop right here and do nothing, the game will end. I know how he says he not an incest guy, but he seems different now that it’s staring him in the face to do or not to do something. I don’t want to be the first one to commit to doing something, and I know he doesn’t ether.
….I’ll make a little move and see if he makes a little move. Damn this is making me really horny now. I can feel the wet in my pussy. He’s got a big boner and is not even trying to hide it. Here comes my little move Bobby. God I hope he responds. We’ve never talked about sex, but I would love to have sex with that boner of his.
…..I didn’t move my body but just whispered: (“…how can mommy ’fix it’ with it all covered up?”)
Bobby thoughts…..
…..She still wants to play the game. Damn her, now I’m on the spot do something. I‘ve got idea. She’ll ether go or no go, to make a real move on me.
I turned out the lights.
…..We didn’t talk. Both our thoughts seemed like they were loud speakers in our heads. I slowly reached over and took her hand by the wrist. I placed her limp hand gently on my boner She took my limp hand and gently placed it on her tits. We had just made a move on each other and we both giggled. We had just dual committed to feeling each other up.
….Her tit felt wonderful and warm as I let my fingers feel it. Her fingers gently felt my boner. We didn’t speak, but ‘mommy and daddy’ began our first ‘real’ feel up.
Glenda…..
…..When I felt his hand pick up my wrist, I got mega chills. I felt my pussy contract and flex inside. The juices began to flow. I gasp for breath and my heart began to beat hard. Then when he didn’t remove his hand, after I placed it on my tit ….a warm glow came over me. His fingers felt so good gently feeling all around it and feeling the nipple. My hand continuously trembled as for the first time ever, I felt his nice boner. It felt so warm and hard now. I held back my urge to moan a little and kept quiet. I began to gently stroke it. It now stood straight up, making a big tent in his shorts. It was time to get the tent out of the way…..
Bobby….
…..what a hot feeling to have her tits to play with for real, not just imagine. They were full and warm. Her nipples became hard quickly as her chest moved up and down. This was just a mutual feel up, that’s all. I told myself. No incest here….a….like….just good friends scratching each others back….yes…that’s all it was. I knew other guys who had copped a feel on their sisters, and no big deal. We told ourselves we were just ’cool’ and respected each other as brother and sister.
We lied…..
…..I wanted to fuck her bad….I rolled on top of her. She whispered out of breath: (“…oh daddy!“…)…She pushed my shorts down and put her hand on my bare boner and started stroking it.
Glenda….
……Just a little friendly feeling us up, between brother and sister?….no…not now. I was the mom…. and dad and I were headed to have our first sex. I closed my eyes and pretended he was my new husband and I his new wife. It was our honeymoon and our first sex was happening now……
…..I helped him roll on top of me as a little moan slipped out. I had his bare warm boner in my hand now and I loved stroking it. I’ll just put it between my legs and …..oh my god…he is rubbing it up and down on my wet slit. I want it in me so bad. I put my hand on his and together we felt it slowly start in me. My fingers grabbed his butt cheeks as my hips began to move….
…..“GLENDA, ARE YOU DOWN THERE?”…shattered everything. Bobby quickly rolled off me and I went scrambling to the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, I’m coming up, be right there mom.” Mom mumbled something about what the hell are the lights off for, damn kids something, and walked away. Up the stairs I went, leaving our golden moment behind….
Bobby….
……I had quick pulled my shorts up and took covers and covered up my huge boner. I expected to hear more yelling…but all went quiet. I could still feel my boner start in her pussy. Warm, wet and oh so smooth. My butt cheeks tingled where she had held them so tight. I kept taking more breaths as my heart thumped hard. I couldn’t help but smile as the event replayed itself over and over in my mind.
….It was just suppose to be a friendly brother sister feel up….what happened? It felt like a giant magnet pulling us together, and it was still ’on’. My mind raced for when an opportunity could be planned for ‘when‘….we could have our first ’real’ hot sex…..
…..I talked to sis about when was the best time to keep playing her little game some more. “Oh?…so you like my ’girls’ game do you?” she said.
….“I’m the dad and I want to keep the mom happy, that’s all.” I said. We both chuckled as our arms went around us. We were in the laundry room and our hands started feeling us up. Mom and dad were in the living room and It was excitingly risky. Glenda was warm and our breathing went heavy. She pushed her nice tits into my chest. I pushed my semi-hard cock into her pussy to make her jump. We loved making each other hot by sneaking it right under mom and dads nose. They pretty much ignored us as they popped another 6 pack.
…..Glenda whispered: (…“dad, mom needs some loving tonight. Are you in the mood?…I don’t have a headache or anything, so… I think I’ll go to the basement late tonight and let dad make mom happy…or is dad to tired?”)
….. I said back: (…”mom is so sexy I want to make her very happy tonight….dad will be waiting with a nice erection for mom.”) She said: (..we’re such good parents I think we should reward ourselves, don’t ya think?…it will be kind of like a ‘honeymoon’ for us. I’m going to get ready now.”)
….We had made ourselves very horny and we couldn’t wait for ‘late’ to get here.
Glenda thought….
…..God I wish our dad was like Bobby. I’m making him our dad from now on..…and with me as mom, we can have sex anytime we want…and I want dad…. tonight…..
….I got in the shower and dreamed of tonight as I washed myself and rubbed my soapy pussy. I heard the creak of the bathroom door opening…I knew it had to be daddy Bobby. I peeked and it was. I whispered loud…”Get out of here daddy, we’ll get in trouble if we get caught in here together. Bobby smiled and whispered back: “Daddy’s and mommy’s take showers together all the time, just let me see you real quick.” I slid the door back so he got a quick peek, and before I could shut it, he got in a feel of my soapy pussy then ran his finger up my clit. I giggled. then he went out and closed the door.
…..My new Daddy gave me warm pussy feelings when he did that….
….I used my sexist scented soap, I did my hair up and perfume everywhere. I picked out a tiny nightie with easy access to my pussy and tits. I heard mom and dad leave to go bar hopping. I wanted to run down to the basement and attack ‘daddy’ like parents do when the kids are gone for a while….why not? I put my robe on and headed for the basement.
Bobby….
….My sister was now the hottest girl in my life. That shower feel up was like a video in my mind and played over and over. The thought of tonight was driving me crazy. To have my cock start in her warm pussy, and then stop was torture.
…..We waited. I lay in my bed with a hardon that wouldn’t go down…wait…mom and dad leaving?…I heard their car leave. That meant about two to three hours of them being gone to the bar. Having ’mommy’ come down here was to much to hope for. We didn’t want to get caught if something happened and they came home.
….I heard noises up above me. ’Mommy’ was walking around. The I got chills as I heard the basement door slowly open. Down she came with a robe on. We smiled as she did a sexy little strip for me taking off her robe. Damn she looked hot, and with a tiny little nightie on. She slithered into the bed like a snake going after prey. We giggled and our bodies slowly came together under the sheet.
….”Mom, you smell wonderful and you feel so warm.” I said.
“Dad, did you have a hard day at work today?”
“No mom, I took the day off, I have a honeymoon to go to tonight.”
….Those were the last words we spoke as we began. We kind of went crazy with our legs and arms wrapped around us. We moaned and our hand started feeling all the things we couldn’t feel before. I tore that nightie as I rushed to get at her tits and suck on them and those nipples. He hands were all over me feeling everything. Slowly we moved onto the next thing…going 69. I turned and took her little panties and tossed them. There was the hottest looking little bush ever. We got on our sides and I dived in. She moaned and twitched with each lick.
I felt her warm lips around my hardon. Her fingers felt everything, my balls, hardon and her tongue felt wonderful. We were really turned on by now. I turned and we finally were going to have the sex we wanted. I said: “You’re the best mom ever. Will you be the ‘mom’ in my life for ever and ever?”
….She said: “Dad, I would be honored to be the ‘mom‘…may I?” She reached down and put my hard erection in the entrance to her sweet wet pussy. We both moaned as it slid in so warm and smooth. We swear the earth began to move as we felt our bodies and let our tongues have their way with us.
She fit perfect and her warm slick pussy was mind blowing. Her warm legs came and wrapped around mine as we lost it in joy beyond description. Our bodies became one fucking machine. The bed began to rock like I’d never heard it. Her arms held me so tight it made my balls come alive with action. Her pussy massaged my cock like her mouth. I started to cum as my head was pounding. She started yelling wild words of euphoria. I remember her saying over and over…”oh god oh god oh GOD “ as she tensed up so tight she shook. “OH GOD!” was the last thing I heard as my cock exploited with a massive shot of cum, and it just kept going…. I have never fucked so fast in my life. She was right with me making wonderful sounds of pleasure. We ran out of air…and we didn’t care as indescribable things ran thru our bodies. I kissed her tears of joy as we passed out….
——–
….We woke up to sounds above us. It was mom and dad in their bedroom fucking. They were of course drunk and having a good time.
….We smiled at each other and laughed. This ‘mom and dad’ had just rocked ourselves into a new world of peace and joy. Oh my, I still had an erection and it was in it’s favorite place.
….We started in again with our own life. “Damn ‘mom’ your such a hot mom.”
“Damn dad, your such a hot lover….but we’d better be quiet, we don’t want to disturb ‘Mom and Dad’.

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black Chapter 4

Harry wakes up unusually warm the next morning. He can feel something warm and very hard pressed against his chest while something equally warm, but soft is pressed against his back. He slowly opens his eyes to find a shock of blonde hair obscuring his view. Harry inhales sharply as he moves his arm, which somehow got draped over the blondes’ hips. His hand accidentally brushes against her crotch as his hand moves up, and comes away soaking wet. At the moist feeling, Harry’s cock springs to attention, nestled up against the woman’s arse.
He hears Narcissa purr, “Good morning master.” She turns around so her tits are pressed against Harry’s chest. Reaching down, she gently grabs Harry’s short arm, “Hmm, feels like you’re up for a little morning exercise.”
As Harry arches an eyebrow, whatever’s behind him moves and he falls to his back.
Bellatrix actually purrs for a moment before saying, “Mind if I start the morning activities sister? I’ll only be able to warm him up.”
With a throaty chuckle, “Go ahead Bella.”
Grinning, Bella slides down Harry’s body, randomly interspacing kisses on the skin until she’s face to head with her master’s pulsing staff. Giddily she opens her mouth and takes Harry crown into her mouth. She runs her tongue all along the skin as she takes more of the hard meat into her eager orifice. As she adds a gentle suction to her ministrations, Harry moans and she feels the cock in her swell slightly. Bella quickly pulls back until just the crown is still in her mouth and is shortly rewarded by a large dollop of warm goo being deposited in her mouth.
After Harry’s spent, and barely softened at all, Bella moves over to her sister. Narcissa says, “No Bella, enjoy. After all, I get the main course.”
With a euphoric look on her face, Bella slowly swallows her masters’ gift.
Harry’s back to full mast as he watches Bella’s throat constricting and releasing rhythmically.
Eyeing her master’s beautiful cock, Narcissa says, “Well master, I can see you’re up for another round, so how shall it be?”
Harry reluctantly tears his eyes from Bella to look at Narcissa, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she says, holding up her hand as she ticks off her points, “there’s fellatio which my sister just performed, there’s standard copulation, and then there’s sodomization. Do you have a preference?”
“Preference? Hell, I don’t even understand what you said.”
Narcissa looks at Harry for a moment while her sister tittles quietly, “May I use the vulgar references master?”
“I’d prefer it.”
“My apologies master, but Lucius wouldn’t have stood for any form of vulgarity to be used in his house, especially in his presence, so I’m used to using the more formal phrasing. The normal options are a blow job as my sister just performed, conventional intercourse, and buggery. Any other questions master?”
Harry looks at her in shock for a moment, before he says, “Normal will do,” in a strangely flat voice.
Narcissa reaches up and snaps her fingers right in front of Harry’s face, no reaction. Narcissa sadly shakes her head before looking at Bella, who quietly nods her head. Nodding her assent, Narcissa pulls her arm back and slaps Harry, visibly cringing at the blow.
Harry shakes his head violently for a moment, before exclaiming, “What the hell was that for?”
Narcissa looks down morosely. “I’m very sorry master, but you’d gone into shock.”
Harry looks over to Bella who nods her head, “Well then, I don’t see how any punishment will be needed.”
With a deep sigh, Narcissa says, “Well then, what form and position would you prefer?”
Harry quickly shakes his head again, “Let’s say conventional and you choose the position.”
Narcissa nods her head and crawls onto Harry, straddling his hips. She reaches down and grabs Harry’s shaft. She guides him to her dripping center and eagerly slides down his shaft.
A few minutes later, Harry grunts out his release and Narcissa climbs off of him with a smug look on her face
As the sisters go over to their rather small closet Harry rolls off the bed. He feels the pressure behind his eyes signaling a killer headache as he heads over to his closet.
The three are spread around the room, unprepared for the attack only moments away.
***
Albus is sitting behind his desk contemplating the papers lying on his desk. At the top of the papers is the title “Transfer of Ownership Rights – Personnel.” The papers would give Harry full ownership of both Narcissa and Bellatrix, but would also make him responsible for their actions.
As he sits there, a large, officious looking owl swoops in through a window and lands right in front of him. The owl holds out its leg and allows Albus to remove the letter before launching back into flight and out of the office.
With a small smile on his face, Albus unrolls the letter. As expected, it’s Fudge’s response. He quickly scans the letter before he stands up with a full smile on his face. Albus Disapparates with a quiet *pop* to deliver the good news to Harry. Unfortunately, he pops directly into Harry’s bedroom before notifying the concerned parties.
The moment he appears at Number 4, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Light wizard in the world gets a hard lesson in dueling reality. Dodging one unexpected Stunner is difficult, but possible. Dodging two unexpected Stunners is extremely difficult, but it can be done is one has fast reflexes. However, dodging three Stunners from three points on the compass is quite impossible.
Harry reaches up and massages his eyes after he sees the old wizard lying on the floor with a piece of parchment next to him.
“Would one of you two please wake him up?”
Narcissa quickly casts the requested spell before walking over to him eloquently, and helping him to his feet.
Harry says, “Sorry about that Albus, but I’m sure you understand. Now, we just have to wait for the damn Ministry.”
With a smile, Albus hands Harry the parchment before he conjures two comfy chairs.
As Harry looks up to peruse Albus’ handiwork he notices the girls are still naked. He instantly barks, “GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW YOU TWO!”
They jump and quickly move to obey his command.
Harry sits down and notices the strained look on Albus’ face, “Are you alright Albus? I apologize for the girls’ lack of promptness in dressing, something that will have to be addressed soon. Also, I hope you will pardon me for a moment to get dressed myself.”
Harry quickly stands up and throws on a robe before addressing himself to his ageing headmaster. “Now, how may I help you?”
“First off, let me say thank you for reminding me of the rules of courtesy.”
Harry notices the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye reach record levels just moments before his head explodes in pain. A moment later the explosion has stopped, but the left over pain is still present. Looking up, Harry can see Dumbledore is sitting up *very* straight in his chair. Bella has a wand at the back of his neck, while Cissa’s wand is pressed against his chest. Harry asks, “What just happened?”
Narcissa speaks up, “My apologies master, but this being, just attempted Legilimency on you.”
Appearing completely unflustered, Albus says, “Harry, would you please have these lovely ladies sheath their wands?”
Harry glares at Dumbledore, “Very well professor, but on the condition that you swear a Wizards Oath not to attempt to invade my mind again.”
Albus winces not missing the subtle rebuke from his young charge; closing his eyes, Albus concentrates for a moment before saying, “I do hereby swear not to use any form of Legilimency on Harry James Potter without his expressed consent.”
After the final word is spoken, there’s a brief flash of light and then a beam of white light launches itself from Albus’ chest and connects with Harry’s. The beam lasts for only a moment before fading away into nothing.
“It is done Harry.”
Surprise evident in his expression, Harry nods to the sisters who hesitantly put their wands away.
“Now Harry, is there anything else you need?”
“Not that I can think of off hand.”
Narcissa speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Actually, sire, there are a few things I would like to request, if I may.”
Harry nods his head to her, “Go ahead Cissa.”
“Sir, I’d like to arrange a shopping trip to Diagon Alley as well as a small trip back to Malfoy manor for a few mementos.”
Albus looks at Harry, “I’ll make the arrangements with your permission, Harry.”
“Why are you asking me Albus?”
“Because Harry, for all intents and purposes, they are your property. Speaking of which,” he says as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two sets of paper. “This is the paperwork needed Harry, for the ladies to transfer full ownership rights of themselves, to you. All that’s required is your signature on each of them and theirs on the appropriate copy.”
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, “What would this mean, exactly?”
“It would make official what’s already in place; that they are now your personal property to do with what you wish. They’ll have no rights as people, but will be in the same class as House Elves as far as their civil rights are concerned.”
Harry looks at the two women; their faces are positively alight with joy, “What do you two have to say about this?”
Bella speaks up, her joy present in every syllable, “Oh please sign master.”
“You mean that you actually *want* me to sign you into slavery?”
“It’ll just be making the facts legal master.”
Albus speaks up, “Also worthy of note, is the fact that after the paperwork is filed Harry, Bellatrix will be a free woman. If those at the ministry wish to truly annoy you, they might charge you a fine, but that will be it.”
“I’ll sign, but the ladies have to sign first.”
Almost before he can blink, the sisters have the proper papers in hand and have their names properly written out. Harry doesn’t have a clue where the quills came from as he takes Cissa’s quill and paperwork. Quickly affixing his signature to each set of papers, “Albus, what happens now?”
Albus puts the papers back into his robe, “Now Harry, I take and file these papers immediately. The ministry should get in touch with you within a few hours, a day at the most. I’ll also see about arranging an escort for yourself and Ms. Black.”
“Oh and one more thing Albus, would it be possible for me to visit #12 in the near future?”
“Of course Harry. If you don’t mind, that can be included in the trip to Diagon Alley.”
“That’ll work Albus. Perhaps you could have Tonks be the escort as she’s already passingly aware of the situation.”
“You make a good point Harry. I’ll see about arranging the escort for tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”
“Tomorrow will be fine; say nine am?”
“I’ll make the arrangements. If Ms. Tonks can’t make it, would you prefer to move it to another day or to have a different escort?”
“If Tonks can’t make it, then have Remus come by.”
“Very well Harry. Now, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’d like to get these papers filed as quickly as possible.”
“Good luck Albus, I hope to hear from you soon.”
“I’ll file these papers and then make the appropriate fire-calls and owl you immediately.”
Harry nods his head and Albus stands up before he Disapparates.
Harry rubs his temples, trying to alleviate the pain. “Cissa dear, dare I ask what you want from the Malfoy home?”
“Just a few books master. Nothing of malevolent intent.”
Harry can sense that she’s not being straight with him, but he decides to let it drop.
With a wave of his wand, Harry summons one of Dudley’s old toys and transfigures it into a table. Harry thinks for a moment before summoning his transfiguration books.
The three spend the morning going over the science of transfiguration; Bella and Cissa both provide amazing insight in the use of transfiguration in dueling.
At about noon, Harry stands up and arches his back as he stretches, which results in several small pops.
A few moments later, a large, official looking owl swoops into the room through the window, which Harry could have sworn he closed. The owl lands in front of Harry. Bella leans forward to block Harry as he goes to take the letter tied to the owl’s leg.
Cissa quickly takes the letter and the owl launches into flight. She lays the letter on the table and casts a quick spell on it. The paper emits a brief white light before returning to its normal color. “Sorry master, we just wished to ensure that there were no hexes, portkey spells, or other nefarious thing attached to the letter.”
Harry takes the letter and opens it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Papers have recently been filed in your name by Albus Dumbledore for the transfer of ownership of one Narcissa Malfoy-Black and one Bellatrix Lestrange-Black. We would request that you present yourself in person to authenticate the paperwork.
Also note, due to Mrs. Lestrange-Black’s current status as a fugitive from justice, there would normally be a fine of 50,000 galleons. However, on orders from the Minister of Magic, the fee has been waived.
Once you have authenticated the paperwork, the women in question will be required to present themselves to likewise authenticate the paperwork. Once the authentication is completed, you will be notified of your rights and responsibilities regarding the two women.
Sincerely,
Officiosus Esel
“Hmm… I guess that’ll have to be added to the things to do tomorrow as well.”
Harry hands the letter to Cissa as he leaves the room; before he can finish closing the door, he hears two squeals of delight.
Down in the kitchen, he finds Tonks sitting at the table seemingly bored senseless.
“Wotcher Harry.”
“Hiya Tonks. What brings you here today?”
“Dumbledore told me to stop by today to work out the details for tomorrow.”
“Alright, I just got a letter from the Ministry; I need to put in a personal appearance there as quickly as possible.”
Tonks stares off into the distance for a moment, “That shouldn’t be a problem. What other stops are on the list?”
As she asks the question, Harry starts to feel a small pain in his temples. He closes his eyes, “Stay the hell out of my head Nymphadora!”
The pain instantly recedes and Harry opens his eyes, Tonks looks truly amazed, “When did you develop Occulmency?”
With a sudden rage, Harry feels the magic inside of him flare up. His vision blurs for a moment and when it clears, he’s not looking at his friend Tonks, all he sees is a very attractive woman.
Harry gathers the magical energies needed for the spell. Servus secus is on his lips and the magic is in his hand, ready to be released when a little voice inside of his head, the same one that helped him fight off the Imperius, screams in his head, “STOP!”
The shock causes Harry to freeze for a moment; a moment in which his mind reasserts itself. He lets the magic dissipate; as he realizes what he was about to do, he bolts from the room, his face sickly pale.
Tonks stands there blinking for a moment before following at a much more sedate pace. When she reaches the staircase, she finds Narcissa Malfoy waiting for her, wand in hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR MASTER,” roars the blonde.
Tonks is stunned for a moment, “I tried to find out why Harry needed to visit the Ministry. I didn’t know he was an Occlumens. His magic suddenly flared up, like he was going to perform a massive spell when he suddenly stopped and ran.”
Cissa is seething as she says, “Do you have any idea what spell he was preparing?”
“No, and how would you know?”
“Because he is my master and both Bella and I are bound to him. The spell he was about to use was the same spell that bound us to him.”
“What’s the problem, he didn’t cast the spell?”
Cissa starts walking up the stairs, “I need to go help my sister comfort our master; you may join us if you wish. If not, then please leave until tomorrow.”
Intrigued, Tonks follows her aunt up the staircase.
“My master has a very honorable outlook on life. The only reason he hasn’t been beating himself up over when He cast the spell on us is that it was self-preservation and he didn’t know what the spell would do.”
They’ve almost reached Harry’s room by this point and Tonks says, “I still don’t understand what his problem is.”
“The problem is that in his mind, using that spell now, when he knows what it does and his life wasn’t in imminent danger is equivalent to rape.”
Tonks pales as Cissa enters the room. Looking in, Tonks can see both of her aunts sitting on a rather large bed cuddling a boy with messy black hair. Hesitantly, Tonks walks over to the bed. When she gets in front of Harry, she kneels down and stretches out her hand to take his shoulder, which Bella’s head just vacated. “It’s alright Harry.” The young man looks up at her, and her heart breaks at the raw pain evident in his eyes. “Harry, I know what you were going to do downstairs.” Her soul weeps as the pain increases, “But you should know Harry, that you did nothing wrong.” He opens his mouth to speak, but Tonks cuts him off, “Aunt Cissa told me what you were going to do, but since you didn’t cast the spell, you didn’t cross the line in to the Dark.”
Bella adds, “She’s right master. In the heat of the moment, you might have been ready to use an Unforgivable, but since you didn’t actually cast the spell, then you did nothing wrong.”
Harry turns his head and looks at Cissa questioningly and she gently nods her head.
With a small smile, Harry turns back towards Tonks, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me downstairs.”
Tonks shifts so that her knees are on the ground and sits back on her ankles, “Can you describe what happened?”
“It was almost like when Tom tried to posses me at the Ministry. All I knew was blind rage against you.”
Tonks face shifts to a look of intense concentration for a minute before she says, “Have you cast any extremely powerful spells as of late Harry?”
Blushing, Harry says, “I cast Servus secus wandlessly a few days ago.”
Tonks eyes go wide, “But that’s thee most magically draining spell in existence. That would also help to explain things a bit. Harry, regaining magic after copious use is very draining on one’s self-control. It’s been theorized, that the subconscious is what helps wizards to produce magic, it doesn’t affect their potential only how quickly they regain their magic after it’s been used. Take it easy for a couple more days, get plenty of sleep, and you should be fine.”
“Will do Tonks, but I still want to do that trip tomorrow.”
With a gentle smile Tonks says, “That shouldn’t be a problem Harry. Now, I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Ladies, I trust you’ll make sure this boy gets some rest.”
With a lecherous grin, Cissa says, “Oh yes, he’ll get some sleep alright. He may have a little trouble walking tomorrow, but he’ll sleep today.”
Shaking her head at her aunts implications, Tonks *pops* back to #12.
With Harry mildly protesting, Cissa strips him down to the buff and gets him ready for bed while Bella goes for his lunch.
Bella is just outside her master’s room with a tray of food. She can already feel the sting from the strap as she makes a decision. With a quick wave of her wand, she’s once more attired in the maids’ costume. Bella walks into the room without a further moment of hesitation.
Harry’s eyes go wide as he sees Bella walk into his room. His eyes are on her swaying hips so he misses when Cissa divests herself of what little clothing she’s wearing.
Bella sets the tray on the stand next to her master’s bed and hand feeds him the soup she made while her sister crawls up on to his bed.
While Harry is distracted by her sister, Narcissa positions her head directly over Harry’s crotch. With a deep breath, Cissa takes most of Harry’s length into her waiting mouth.
Harry’s just swallowed the first spoonful of soup when Harry feels Cissa wrap her mouth around his cock. He moans slightly as she runs her tongue along the entire length. Bella offers her master another spoonful of soup as Cissa starts to gently bob her head.
It’s only with a concerted effort that Harry actually manages to swallow the soup as Cissa continues with her blowjob. However, it’s the death knell for Harry’s control when Cissa reaches up and uses her hand to massage his balls.
With a primal grunt, Harry sends his seed into the blonde’s waiting mouth.
Bella quickly feeds Harry the remains of the soup as he watches Cissa sit up, and open her mouth, showing that she hasn’t swallowed yet. Closing her mouth, Cissa swirls the cum around her mouth for a moment before she swallows.
With a predatory smile, Bella climbs up onto her masters’ lap and lifts her skirt. Harry barely has time to register the fact that she’s not wearing any panties before she places the tip of his still erect cock at her entrance and slides down his length with a moan. As her master moans, Bella clenches her cunt muscles as she quickly pounds her hips against his. Sporadically clenching and relaxing her internal muscles, she quickly feels the slight shiver from her master moments before he explodes within her.
Moments after Harry comes, Bella climbs off him while Cissa gently sucks on his bullocks. His cock had started to go soft before Cissa started her ministrations. With a few gentle sucks, Cissa has her master back at full mast. Cissa climbs up onto his lap and takes the seat that her sister had just vacated. As she bounces up and down on her masters’ lap, Cissa reaches down and plays with her clit, making sure that it rubs against Harry’s shaft.
Bella reaches around and gently teases Cissa breasts, earning a moan from the blonde.
Watching Bella playing with her sister’s tits is the final straw for the young man and he comes for the third time, causing him to get light headed. Cissa screams out her own release as she feels the warm goo shoot into her.
Bella helps her exhausted sister off Harry and lays her down next to him. Turning her attention to her master, Bella eyes Harry’s tool with a very hungry look in her eye.
Harry barely has time to register the look before the former Death Eater launches herself at his crotch.
Bella takes his mostly deflated cock into her mouth, relishing the mix if flavors, as she sucks on it as hard as she can. Within moments Harry’s stiff once more. Bella bobs her head on his tool while she hums deep in her throat.
Harry grits his teeth as the world slows its spinning around him. All his efforts once more prove for naught as Bella uses her other hand to gently caress his balls.
For the fifth time today, Harry releases his seed. Just before he passes out, he could almost swear he heard someone say something like, “Greedy bitch.” Then all he knows is darkness

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Can’t Rape the Willing 2

They slowly untied my hands and laid them by my side. My arms hurt like hell. Then I felt them untying my legs. Great it was the best time for me to escape. Yeah right now, I am so weak and tired, and I don’t know what kind of trouble I would get myself into. I just have to take what’s given to me till my strength is back.
“Up you go, we have to get this dirty whore clean.”
“Fuck you! I might be dirty but I am not a dam whore” He Slap me right across my right side of my face, right across my bruise cheek and eye inflamed more.
“For one you are a dam whore, you are whatever we call you, and yes you are dirty inside and out. By the way we own you till your Master pays us off or we are done with you.”
I was in tears, now I do feel like I was disowned, I felt like a dam dirty whore, I should give up now. But that would be too easy, that’s what they want, for me to just give in, for now I guess, till I do get my strength (if I ever do) I will let them do whatever they want, or what I will let them do to me.
“If I am a whore, why haven’t you paid me yet..? Masters”
“We are you just don’t know it yet.” Snake said
“Now let’s get you in that bathroom and get you clean.”
They grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the bed, and then they put a collar round my neck and I heard a click when they put a leash on, they helped me up on my feet. I was weak from all the beatings, being tied up for so long, and the hell of an orgasm. They had to help me walk to the bathroom or whatever I was going.
I finely found out that I wasn’t in a hotel room; I was in a huge house. They lead me down a dark hallway down to the bathroom. (This bathroom was huge and beautiful) I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower curtain, different kinds of sex toy lying on a towel on the floor and sink, there was a bathroom chair covered with a towel that was sitting out side the huge tub that was filled with hot bubbly water. There was a bathroom mat that was covered with a thick towel. I guess they don’t want me to make a big mess.
“Now get on your knees with your ass in the air on that chair.”
“NO Master”
“Do it now” Rex said with a firm voice and tugging on my leash and collar.
I finely gave up and did what he said. I was on my hands and knees with ass in thee air. I felt someone’s hand rubbing my ass then smacking it hard. “Nice tight ass. Man you’re a dirty little whore, now be a good girl and relax.” Yeah right relax, that’s a jock of the year. I looked up and saw Rex reach for the enema hose. Oh shit I was going to be in trouble if I let him use that on me. I finely felt him trying to put the enema nozzle in me, he pushed a little harder. I didn’t want that dam thing in me. He smacked me hard on my ass and I jumped; in addition he started to put his finger up my ass with out lube.
“Relax now or this is going to hurt worse, you dam whore.”
“NO dam it.” I screamed in pain when he shoved the nozzle up my ass and pushed to make sure it would say in. “I told you it would hurt.” I felt the luke warm water flowing in me. Then I felt a sharp pain in my pussy, Snake was fucking me hard with his finger. I looked back at him, with tears started to roll down my face “Dam that hurts, please stop Master” Then as I turned my face away from him the wipe my eyes, he stop fingering me and shoved a huge dildo up me. I thought his fingers were painful. I screamed in pain. “Like that huh?” I felt someone pushing on the bag making the water rush harder in my anus; he finely took the hose out of my ass and stuck a huge butt plug in as fast as he took out the nozzle.
I felt someone pull on my leash, to make me sit on my plug. I try to pull back, but the more I pull the hard he was chocking me. I finely felt him wrap the leash around his hand, and yank me back towards him. I felt him staring down at me, and his hot breath on my neck. “The more you fight us, the more you will get punished the more you will hurt.” I felt him lean in closer to me and he whispered in my ear “The hornier we get, now get in the tub” I felt him reach down to my butt and pushed the butt plug in a little further, I felt a bigger knot of the plug go in. They helped me off the chair and into the bathtub.
The water was hot, but not to bad, I don’t know what kind of bubbles put in the water but it smelt good and relaxing. “I am in the tub, now what Master?” I was stirring them in his eyes. I knew I was going to get smacked because of the smart ass comment, but at this point I didn’t care, I still felt like shit and disowned. Perhaps I would like these guys better then my own Master, doubt it. Yep here it comes, that smack I was looking for right across the ass.
“Sit down on the butt plug till it goes all the way up your ass, and relax for a bit, while we or I wash you up.” Rex said. I sat down like he said, I was trying not to put all my weight down, I knew there were at least two maybe three bigger knots to go. Rex looked at me and saw I wasn’t sitting down all the way, “Testing me ah?” He took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I tried to ease the butt plug up me. Man I was tight or the plug was bigger then I thought, because the next knot didn’t want to go in without some kind of force. Rex knelt down besides the tub, put his large hands around my hips and pushed me down as hard a he could, making that plug go all the way in. I was in tears
“Dam that hurts, please stop, please!” I whimpered.
“Shut up you dam dirty whore, I am done pissing around with you.” He grabs something from the floor and shoved it in the water.
“Sit back and relax please.” I scoot down and try to relax as mush as the butt plug would let me. I felt his hand rubbing my inner thigh with a washcloth up to my pussy. “Spread your legs, we need to clean that filthy pussy.” I felt him grabbing my lips of my pussy and started pulling and rubbing them with the washcloth. Then I felt him started rubbing my clit. All I could do is close my eyes and enjoy it. Then I felt him washing my legs and feet.
“It looks like your legs need a good shaving; I know your pussy does.” God I felt so good when someone else is washing your body. I laid back an enjoyed every moment.
“I found that dildo that we where looking for.” Snake comes the room yelling
“Good I give it do me.” Snake hands Rex the dildo.
I wasn’t any kind I have seen before. I was long and huge, and had holes up and down it with some kind of holes attachment at one end. Rex reaches behind him again and grabbed some kind of hosepipe and attachment it to the water falsest in the bathtub, then he shoved the dildo up my pussy, turned on the cold water and started fucking me with it.
“Now your pussy is being cleaned, lets to the rest of your body, tilt your head back.” He left that dildo up me while he started washing the rest of my body.
He pour the bath water or my face and hair with a glass, then he put shampoo in his hand and started to clean my hair, he took the glass and filled it with clean water and rinsed my hair. Then he took the wash cloth and cleaned my face. I could still taste the blood from my nose. Rex looked at with a slight unsympathetic look to his face, but his hands are telling a different story. After cleaning my face, I saw the bloody washcloth; I didn’t realize that my face was that bad. But my face felt better then before, the dried blood was gone. I could breathe again, for now. I was starting to feel better and clean again. But I was cold still, that dam dildo was up in my pussy, all I wanted to do is take it out, so I reach down to try to take it out.
“Thinking about playing with yourself?” Rex said with a grin. “No Master, I thought I would take out this cold dildo out?” I didn’t know what to except, so I said it was a scared smile.
“Oh yeah I almost for got out that, do you need to use the john?”
“OH yes Master please, my stomach is starting to hurt. Please Master my I use the toilet?” I must of said something right, because he helped me out the bathtub and took the butt plug out. Then he left the room with the door ajar. OMG that felt so good expelling my bowls: It felt like I was sitting there for an hour or so, because before I knew it both of the man came back in with a grin on their faces. I hurried up and whipped my ass and got up. “Get back in the tub we’re not done with you.” Rex said
I lay back in the hot, smoothing bathtub, and tried to relax, I was worried what they are going to do to me next, but I didn’t care right now. Rex knelt down next to the tub again and took one of my legs out and started shaving it. He didn’t do a bad job; I guess he had a lot of practice shaving legs, I know their not the easiest things to shave in the bathtub. Rex told me to stand up; he took the shower chair and set it the bathtub facing him. “Sit down and spread your legs.” I did what I was told. I sat down I spread my legs, I made sure that he/ they could get to my pussy effortless.
I was starting to get wet again, I was glade my pussy was dry as the desert. I haven’t had someone take care of me like this in a long time. I was feeling pampered and love, maybe I should make a deal with them, granted I may have to give up my body, but I was doing that any ways with my Master, but at the same time I didn’t feel right, like I was disobeying. Dam I am so confused, I was starting to feel more and more tired. I am clean now, and all I want now is to rest.
Next thing I knew he was rinsing off my pussy, and the rest of my body with the shower head. They helped me up and wrapped me in a large towel, Rex picked me up and we all headed down the hallway again. I was so out of it, all I know is that we weren’t in the same room, but I didn’t care I was sleeping, warm, and conferrable, at this point I had no knowledge of what they where doing to me and why they are being so kind, but soon I will know.

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