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Sexual Healing – Part Eight

Connie giggled — something she seldom did — as they stepped off the ferry and started walking arm-in-arm toward the parking lot.
“Okay, wife,” Jerry said. “Explain the mirth.”
“You were so cute at dinner, stalling and stalling and stalling –really, honey, you’d think you were condemned to some gruesome fate.”
“I was not stalling.” He said it with a straight face, but she walked the next few steps turned sideways, staring up at him. Finally he cracked the smile.
“‘I was not stalling,'” she said gravely, mimicking him. “Oh, no, of course not. You always have three cups of coffee and two deserts after dinner at Four Seasons.” They reached the parking lot and began wending their way through the cars.
“I was just trying to prolong a lovely moment. This is a special occasion, you know.”
She burst out with a loud guffaw.
“And I thought it would be, you know, nice to walk past my old apartment, where we first did it.”
Connie’s laughter rebounded, peals of amusement that rang out in the chilly night. Jerry stopped and waited till she had calmed down and caught her breath.
“Honey, it’s 43 degrees. We could have taken a cab instead of walking — and very slowly, I might add — 18 blocks. And ‘nice’? You mean ‘romantic,’ don’t you? Because it was romantic.”
“Yeah, well, I guess so. Kind of.”
She shook her head and suddenly threw herself on him, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. “I love you so much, Gerald.”
“I love you with all of me, Veronica.” He kissed her, his arms easily holding her lithe, small frame. The kiss began sweetly and then got a lot more passionate.
Someone cleared his throat and said, “Okay you kids…” A flashlight winked on. Jerry lowered her and they turned to the cop.
“Sorry about that,” Jerry said. “The term ‘parking lot’ triggers a conditioned reflex in us.”
“And thanks for the ‘you kids’!” Connie added.
The cop walked off, shaking his head and softly chuckling. Holding hands, Jerry and Connie walked slowly to the car and climbed in. Jerry tossed his coat into the backseat and they buckled up.
“Now you’re trying to get me arrested,” Jerry teased as he started the engine.
“For what? Making out with your wife on your anniversary?”
He shifted into gear. “I was thinking more of Rampant Horniness, First Degree, and Consorting With a Known Sex Object.” Connie leaned over. “And what are you doing?”
“Access to my favorite sex object.” She unzipped his trousers and began working his rapidly stiffening cock out of his briefs.
“Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or indecent exposure.”
“Can’t leave you exposed, I guess,” she agreed — and began stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage.
Jerry groaned as his wife’s head bobbed between his abdomen and the steering while. Connie sucked happily, her mouth filled with his expanding meat and her tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully familiar nooks and veins she had come to know and love. She was moist under her evening dress. She’d suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband’s cock right there, in the restaurant, a la “Shampoo.” For some reason she could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and undeniable. She’d squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She’d fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment and she’d been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she’d salivated for all evening.
She didn’t want him to cum — not yet — and she knew him so well she was able to keep him just…below…the threshold for the fifteen minutes it took to drive to their home.
But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off, the gear in PARK, Connie turned her head sideways in his lap and murmured, “Come on, honey — gimme gimme gimme GIMME!” She jammed her face back over his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She sucked hard and slow and let her tongue wriggle against the underside of his big cock. She felt him twitch and she moaned pitifully.
That did it. Jerry let out a soft whimper of surrender and his dick erupted. Connie squirmed and pulled her head back, gulping noisily and sucking just the glans and a little bit of the massive shaft. He spasmed again and this time he flooded her mouth with his hot, beloved semen. She sucked sloppily, knowing how much that aroused him and bobbed her head slightly. His caress on her cheek sent a shiver of love and lust through her. She moaned again as a third geyser shot into her mouth, and began moving her head up and down hungrily, coaxing a fourth, fifth and sixth welcome splattering.
She licked and sucked his dick clean before relinquishing it, then gently stuffed the half-hard length of him back into his trousers. She looked up and saw Jerry leaning his head back to rest on the neck support of the seat. He tilted his face forward and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her hard and sticking his tongue into her mouth. She loved feeling him swirling his tongue around in the mixture of her saliva and the residue of his sperm.
“Baby, you make me so hot!” she breathed into his mouth. “I wanted to do that right after the pate.”
He grinned. “I know. I can tell when that’s what you’re craving. You get this particular look on your face and start getting very, very restless.”
“Oh?”
“And you only get the urge when we’re someplace where it is absolutely impossible — or unwise — to indulge it.”
“Remember ‘Shampoo’?”
“Do I remind you of Warren Beatty?”
“Yccch. What I liked was the brazenness of it. Not to mention Julie Christie. Or was it Goldie Hawn? Whichever. Which reminds me. Let’s go in the house.”
He sighed in resignation. “You’re sure about this? No last-minute doubts?”
She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Let’s get inside.”
“O-kaaaay.” They disentangled and exited the car, then stood in the driveway for a moment, looking at each other across the roof of the car. Jerry cleared his throat. “Bravely go I forth to meet my fate.”
“Your fate.” She snorted. “I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
He grinned at her and they entered their home. The only light was in the kitchen, which Connie had switched on before they’d left. “Hmmmm. Looks like your fate hasn’t arrived yet,” she said, removing her coat. Jerry took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Connie was wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It molded itself to her every lovely curve. She could feel her husband’s gaze on her as she walked gracefully into the kitchen, the high heels stretching her legs, her pert ass twitching under the fabric.
Look and lust, honey, she was thinking. You’re going to need all the lust you can muster before the night is over. And as she thought of what the night had in store for both of them, her nipples hardened and crinkled under the dress and her cunt renewed its moistening. She drew a tumbler of water from the faucet of the filter — New Jersey’s water was officially safe, but the taste was only slightly better than that of the residual semen she was rinsing from the roof of her mouth.
“Want me to bring you something?” she called.
“Some juice?”
She drew a second tumbler of water for herself and poured Jerry a tall glass of his grapefruit juice. She returned to find him sitting stiffly in his favorite chair, a leather recliner half-facing the fireplace. When Jerry was nervous, he always became very still.
Connie handed him the glass. “Fair enough — you already gave me my juice.” She licked her lips for emphasis. He showed little sign of seeing the gesture or hearing the remark.
She folded easily to her knees beside him and rested her arms on his thigh. “Hey — loosen up, honey.”
He cranked his head around to look at her, a machine-like motion. “I’m just afraid — ” He clamped his lips.
“Afraid of what?”
He was silent for a long minute before blurting, “You’ve been telling this woman what a stud you’ve married and she’s all worked up for this and so are you and, well, I just don’t know what I’ll do if I start feeling left out or can’t — can’t — you know: perform.”
She’d considered the possibility that this would come up, so to speak. An introverted man by nature, she’d known that if the worry was really in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to tell her till the last minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.
She held his gaze for a moment. “Honey, I can still call Kimberly and cancel this. I don’t — ” She held up one finger, shushing his protest. “I do not want this to become a problem for us. And if you really believe you might find it that much of a worry, I will gladly trade this for us, every time — and never regret it one iota.”
“But — ”
Again she shushed him. “But first, before you decide, I want to show you how much confidence I have in you and how much you should have in you. Deal?”
“But — ”
She glanced at the clock. “This won’t take long. There’s plenty of time. Indulge me?”
He drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. And nodded.
She ducked her head down and graced his thigh with her teeth through his trousers.
“First, will you please get rid of that damn jacket and tie?”
He stood as she leaned back. He began unknotting the tie as he turned toward the stairs and the closet set in the wall beneath the steps.
“No — just toss them onto the couch.”
He shrugged and quickly complied, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt for good measure.
“Isn’t that more comfortable?” she teased, knowing how much he hated having to wear them. She rolled smoothly to her knees. “What do you like best about me?”
That got a genuine smile from him. They’d had this exchange the first night and on many nights since. It was almost a script, but the ritual of the dialogue was a comfortably exciting thing that they enjoyed.
“I like everything about you best!” he answered. Of course.
“That’s sweet, but you know what I mean,” she cued, getting to her feet with the lithe grace only a dancer could supply.
“What?”
She stood before him, fingers laced and hands in front of her, slowly turning a little to the left, a little to the right. She was a shade over five feet tall and after the night’s big meal, was perhaps up to 97 pounds. Her dark hair and big, brown eyes and fair complexion were perfect for the demands of the sheath dress she was wearing and she knew how much it appealed to him.
“Oh, you know — some guys are tit men, some guys are leg men, some are ass men… You know.”
“Oh, *that*!” he said. “Well, I’m really a tit-leg-ass man, but if I had to pick just one — ”
She nodded, exaggerating the gesture.
“I guess — your butt. You’ve got the cutest, ripest, most delectable peach of an ass I’ve ever seen on a woman of legal age.”
“So you like my tush?”
“First time I saw you in that cheerleader’s outfit, bending and strutting, I said to myself, ‘I have got to grab those buns!’ — ”
“And you did — eventually.” She reached up and pulled one spaghetti strap off her left shoulder. “I have a surprise for you.” The other strap was removed. “Special — for my husband, the ass man.” She reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. She began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of her tits, it slid down the rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay in a small heap about her ankles.
She stepped back and out of the circle of discarded evening dress.
“Like?” She raised her hands above her head and slowly turned for him. The flimsy, non-support bra was blue and nearly transparent.
So were the thigh-cut panties.
When she had turned a full 360 degrees, she watched her husband swallow.
“I like,” he said simply, his voice thick. His lovely, petite wife stood before him in her bra, panties and — this was a first, really — garters and stockings.
“That’s new,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “The stockings.”
“Got the idea from Emily.” She’d told him some things about Emily — including her remarkable tongue — but not about what she and Kim had done with Emily.
“Thank her for me.”
She smiled slightly and turned to her right, then executed a majestically smooth bend from the waist. Her knees stayed straight, as did her back and shoulders. She bent lower and lower, until her forearms were wrapped around her calves, her nose was against her knees and her gorgeous little butt was outthrust in all its rounded glory, inside the taut, blue sheen of the panties.
Connie could hear his breathing grow shallow. She watched his fingers twitch, the jerky stretching of his arm. His hand came to rest in a long caress on her ass, his palm almost covering one cheek, his splayed finger lightly pressing the other.
“Step up behind me,” she whispered, voice throaty. “Get close behind me. I want to feel you pressing against me.”
He moved like a man in a dream, coming around behind her. His cock was as hard as a piece of steel, throbbing down his right thigh within his trouser leg. He bent his knees and pressed the stiff, throbbing meat into the shallow crack of her ass. She felt the thickness of his shaft between her ass cheeks, saw the bulge of the pants-covered glans protruding below her crotch.
Her soaked crotch.
He had both hands on her ass now and they wouldn’t stay still. His hands slid around her hips, up to her waist, around to her tummy.
She stood slowly, gracefully, back and legs straight. His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing them through the thin bra, then squeezing them carefully, finally pinching her hardened nipples and eliciting a soft “Oh!” from her. She let herself lean back into him, the back of her head against his chest, as he savored her lithe charms. She flexed her ass cheeks against his cock, felt his dick surge in response.
She turned within his arms. Her hands went to his waist, quickly undoing belt, waistband and zipper, pushing trousers and briefs down his heavily-muscled thighs. His cock popped out, long and hard and thick. She felt its heat against her bare stomach as she straightened. His fingers were tugging clumsily at the bra, searching for the clasp, fumbling it open.
“I’ve got to have you, honey,” she breathed. “Can’t wait — got to have you inside me right now. Lay down right there, right there…” As she spoke, she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt.
He settled gawkily to the carpet as she shrugged out of the bra. She stepped over him and pushed the now sopping panties down just below her cunt, leaving them about her thighs.
Connie crouched over him, ankles to either side of his hips, knees close together.
“Hold it in place for me!” she hissed. She felt his stiff meat sear her thigh just below the panties, shifted to the side and settled her dripping cunt against her husband’s big prick. She pressed down, trying to force herself onto it. With her thighs close together and her torso tensed in her unbalanced crouch, she was even tighter than usual. She worked her hips from side to side, trying to wedge her cunt onto his big pole.
She finally captured more of the fat, smooth glans between her labia.
“Grab me!” she moaned. “Pull me down!”
His hands slid up her legs to her hips. He held them as if they were a basketball and pressed her down over him.
“YEEE-ESSS!” she screamed as his knob finally penetrated her hungry cunt. “YES!” He pulled her down onto him as he pressed up. She felt his cock — it seemed even larger than usual — boring inexorably up into her cunt, her womb, her stomach, her lungs. She shrieked again and shook as she finally settled her tautly stretched cunt lips against the bony ring at the base of his straining dick. She felt impaled, helpless and totally loved by the man she loved. Her cunt was convulsing over him even before he started jerking her hips up and down over his rampant prick. His cock was smoothing all the little wrinkles and bumps in her cunt, ironing and stretching them and finally testing her limits as he thrust up into her and pulled her down onto him.
Connie tried to hump herself up and down over her husband’s cock, but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to get her coordination. Every time she tensed to lift herself, she was clenching her cunt down on his cock and — BOOM! — she’d be cumming again.
He pulled her down against his chest. His chest hairs scraped her nipples, adding to her arousal. She slobbered on the side of his neck and his shoulder, incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure escaping her lips. Beneath her, Jerry was hunching his hips up at her while his hand, clamped over her small, hard ass, pumped her atop him. It seemed to Connie as if the orgasms never completely stopped, now; they diminished occasionally, but — like ocean waves — never completely faded.
Suddenly, Jerry was rolling her onto her back, then cranking her legs, so slim and limber, up and back — farther — farther — farther, till her calves were almost behind her ears. She felt her quimcontracting on him, shortening.
When he was poised above her, his powerful torso supported on his outstretched arms, she felt as if she were being skewered. Skewer-screwed, she thought. Skewered.
“Skewered,” she mumbled, gasping as he began to sink into her. She felt unbelievably full. She could watch her own abdomen bulge as his fat, hard dick pushed deeper and deeper into her.
“Wazzat?” he gasped.
“Skewer-screwed,” she whispered. “Skewered”
He bottomed out inside her. She thought his knob must be somewhere in the vicinity of her duodenum. Maybe her larynx. Her tummy convulsed as the orgasms began rising through her again.
He pulled back slowly and held himself above her, suspended on hands and toes so the only points of contact were the backs of her thighs against stomach and her filled-to-bursting cunt.
Jerry began jabbing down with his hips, quick, twirling thrusts that screwed his cock into her, pressing all the wonderful little hidey-holes of pleasure in her vagina. Connie was beyond screaming, now; the pleasure had sucked the breath from her. She could do no more than lay back and receive the wonderful poling her husband was giving her — receive and enjoy.
As he rammed his cock in and out of her, he let his legs bend till his knees were resting on the carpet and slowly began straightening. He took her ankles in his hands and pulled them together, then held both slim ankles in one powerful hand. All the time, his strokes never ceased, his big prick driving deep into her recesses, then pulling back, her tight little labia coating his wide girth.
He brought his free hand down to her face, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Her eyes popped open, wide, and slowly she focused on his face. She saw the lust and hunger there, and the love and tenderness.
“Oh, baby,” she managed to whisper. There was more, but she couldn’t make her mouth work to say it. Later, she vowed silently.
The hand moved lower, to her mouth. She was holding her lower lip between her teeth. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked at his finger, tonguing it as if it were his cock…
…or Kimberly’s nipple…
…before he pulled it free and lightly caressed her stiffened nipple, then tweaked it. She groaned, deep and loud, as yet another orgasm careened through her.
His cock, all the time pistoning in and out and in and out, deeper and farther, stretching and reaming, so goood, so goooood…
“So goooooood,” she moaned.
His hand went lower, over her solar plexus, her belly, her abdomen. It finally paused, fingers splayed and palm flat, just above her pubis.
He smiled and pressed down as he pushed his cock balls’ deep into her soaked cunt. That tiny, magical bundle of nerves in the top wall of her vagina was compressed against the top of his cock.
Connie felt reality fading as her eyes rolled up and just the whites showed. It was as if all sensation were draining from her body to the focal point of her cunt, to that one spot in her cunt — and then the pleasure exploded outward, suffusing her, filling her to exploding, saturating her nerves, her skin, then growing more and more intense until she was sure she’d burst into orgasmic flame and then:
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Her cry shattered the panting quiet as the most intense orgasm of her experience burst through her entire being. She couldn’t remember the time before its beginning, couldn’t imagine the time after its end; it was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed perpetual, consuming, possessing. She came and came and came, harder and harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside her, his hand holding her ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her clitoris quivering, her nipples responding to molecule of air.
And then she became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No, not motionless — no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was throbbing, spasming. She could feel his balls, tight and heavy against her upturned little ass, jerking. She could feel his hot semen spraying and splashing inside her, feel her cunt stretching with each swelling and explosion. She could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it all went higher and brighter until she had become a single, quivering nerve, a gigantic clitoris — cumming.
He finally sagged above her and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming slickness of her cunt and she let herself coat his flesh with hers as she remembered that vow.
“My darling,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “My darling, “You’re the only one I’ll ever need. I may want others, from time to time, but you’re the only one I’ll ever need, and I’ll always need you.”
He kissed the her forehead. “I love you so much, Veronica.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I love you, Gerald.”
“I’ve never seen you cum that hard or that long.”
She shivered. Even the imperfect memory was nearly enough to make her cum again. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life. Or that long.”
“I feel like you got all the moisture in my body.” He chuckled, a quiet, throaty rumble. “I think you’ve done me in. I’m afraid your friend is going to be disappointed.”
She remembered her plan, abruptly. “No, she won’t. If Kimberly isn’t enough to turn you on, and I’m not, and if the two of us together aren’t, then I know something that’s guaranteed to put some more lead in your pencil.”
“Better be high-octane lead.”
She tightened her cunt on him. He grunted.
“It will be.” She snuggled closer “Can you see the clock?”
She felt him shift. “Nine-fifty-five.”
She relaxed even more. “Good. Let’s just stay like this for a few minutes. We have time for some snuggling and a shower.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
He began humming the theme from “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
“You’re silly,” she accused.
“You’re sexy.”
She hummed against his shoulder and let herself relax in the cradle of his arms. Just a few minutes, she told herself…
…”Huh?”
“You dozed off. Ten after ten.”
Connie pulled herself up on him, slowly disconnecting his cock from her cunt. It slurped out of her just as her lips reached his. They kissed lightly for a moment, then passionately, then lightly again before she rolled off him. She pulled her knees up under herself, then stood. She could feel his juice and hers seeping from between her cunt lips. She felt unbelievably sexy looking down at the long, hard-muscled length of him — sexy, and fabulously lucky. She couldn’t dare even hope that he felt the same way about her, but he did; her heart knew it.
“Shower — me first!” she said, feeling suddenly childish. She grinned and hurried up the stairs, leaving him to gather their clothes.
Connie was just stepping under the hot spray — she’d douched first; had to be fresh and tasty! — when Jerry stuck his head into the shower. “Need some help?” He leered excessively.
“And you claimed you couldn’t get it up again!”
“Well, it’s as limp as a washrag, so I figured — ”
She held her palms so the spray glanced off her hands at his face. He retreated hastily. Connie finished her shower and toweled off. She stepped into the bedroom wearing the big bath towel like an Island Girl and found her husband carefully tucking in the bedspread. He was wearing his yellow, terry-cloth robe. The clock said 10:23. Kim was due between 10:30 and 10:45.
“Your turn.” She jerked her thumb at the door to the bathroom.
He nodded, expression somber — but not unhappy. As he was walking past her, she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Tell me what you feel?”
“I love you and I’m a little uneasy about this…but — okay, I guess. I know I can’t get off again for a few hours.”
She stopped the impulse to smile or speak.
“So I feel like, well, I’m going to see my lover have a wonderful time with a beautiful woman, and that sounds fine. So — okay. But I wonder what I should wear.”
She tugged the lapel of the robe. “This is just fine.”
“Seriously.”
She did smile, now. “Your favorite jeans and a sweatshirt, okay? Just — relaxed, right?”
“Right.”
She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Go shower.”
Connie waited till she heard the shower running, then quickly slipped into her purple camisole, matching bikini panties and negligee. She walked barefoot downstairs to the living room and quickly put the tape into the VCR. The timer said 10:32. She was just cinching the sash of the negligee when the doorbell rang.
Smiling confidently, hearing the sounds of the shower where her wonderful husband was lathering herself, Connie opened the front door and welcomed Kimberly…
….and Emily.

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Georgia Part 05

18 yo girl leaves an all girls boarding school and is determined to have some fun before going to university

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My naughty family – part 2

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Note for the readers: being a non-english native speaker, I carefully proofread my stories. Anyway, if you happen to see a mistake, just pretend it’s not there! 🙂
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“Laura, is there something else to put in the car?”
“I’m checking, John, but it seems we are ready now”
“Finally! It looks like we are going to stay away for a month!”
“Come on, John, you know I need to be sure I have everything I need with me”
“I know honey, I know.”
Every year the same scene: my dad gets annoyed while waiting for my mom to be ready, while she ticks every item from her checklist. She is very neat and precise, so when it’s time to pack, she is in charge, but she always fear to forget something. The moments before leaving for holidays are often hectic, but my father is able to keep my mother quiet enough. Me and brother were just enjoying the show.
“Isabel, Alex, come here and say hallo to mom and dad!”
For the first time after many years, our parents were about to go on holiday for one week, only the two of them. I had to fight a bit, but in the end they realized that at the age of 17, I could survive without my parents for seven days.
“Listen, you have food in the fridge, and you just need to warm it up in the microwave”.
“Ok, mom, but you didn’t need to cook all that stuff” I said.
“I don’t want you to eat junk food for a week, that’s it” she replied. “And, Alex, please, take care of your sister!”
“You can be damn sure about it!” I thought. I couldn’t wait for Alex to take special care of me.
“Don’t worry, mum, drive save and enjoy your holiday!”
While Alex was closing the gate, I was feeling already aroused, thinking about the days to come. Alex took me to the seaside for some days one week ago, and we barely touched the sand. I think I spent more time naked than with something on, my desire of cock was insatiable: I usually woke up Alex with a blowjob, and he just loved that. Sometimes we started our day with a 69, and I was glad my pussy was the first thing he saw in the morning. Inside that hotel room we had sex under the shower, in the bathtub, on the floor. A couple of times I also jerked him off underwater after a long swim in the sea. I was always turned on, and so was he: one evening I was out on the balcony, wearing my bikini and enjoying the panorama: I heard he was jerking off on the bed, staring at my ass. Then he came outside, silently took my panties off, and slid his hard cock in my pussy, taking me from behind. All the people walking down on the street could have enjoyed a live sex show, if they only had looked up. I came hard but quietly, not the get everyone’s attention, and the feeling of his warm cum on my back while I was admiring the sunset is the best postcard I could ever collect.
Since we came home, tough, we just had a couple of quickies, so I was terribly horny. As soon as he closed the door, I literally jumped on him, and we started to make out.
“Easy, sis! Let’s wait a moment, if mom realizes she forgot something, they will be back.”
“Uhm you are right… How about you finger me, then? I don’t need to get undressed…” I smiled.
“You nasty girl, come here!” He put his tongue down my throat and grabbed my ass, I could feel his cock on my stomach, and my pussy was already in need of his fingers.
His hand then disappeared under my skirt and started rubbing on my panties, right over my clit.
“Oh finally Alex, yes! Get inside my panties and finger my little pussy!”
Then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He grabbed the phone and said “Damn, it’s mom, let me read it”.
“Hi honey, we’re already stuck in the traffic jam, but definitely on our way to the beach! 🙂 Love you.”
A big smile appeared on our faces.
“They’re not coming back” I said
“They’re not coming back, and we can go further” he added.
“Then let’s go have some fun!” I said.
We ran upstairs, taking all our clothes off on the way to my bedroom. As we touched my bed, we were already completely naked. Alex took one of my feet in his hands, and started sucking on my toe, he knew how much I loved that!
Then he eagerly kissed me all the way up to my lips, down to my tits, and finally to my pussy. He was literally eating me!
“I love every inch of your body, Isabel”. His eyes were full of desire, adding fuel to my fire.
“And I love every inch of you cock, Alex”.
He sucked my clit, my lips, and licked my asshole, with growing passion. As always, he managed to make me cum in a few minutes, but then I begged him to fuck me. I truly loved every inch of his cock, and with an empty house I was finally free to scream in pleasure.
“Yes, Alex, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Make your little sister come, don’t stop”
“Oh yes, Isabel, I love fucking your sweet pussy, I’m coming!!!”
“Yes, Alex, give me your huge load!”
Seeing his powerful ejaculation covering my tummy with his sperm, made me cum as well. I stroke his cock while rubbing my clit to add pleasure to pleasure. We were in desperate need of orgasms.
“It’s going to be a hell of a week, right, sis?” he smiled
“Definitely!” I replied. “Are we having fun again this evening?”
“No need to ask! Where are you going this afternoon?”
“Our cousin Sandra invited me over”
“Oh really?” He looked surprised. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen her in a while. Just a coffee, and probably a bit of girl talk” I smiled.
“Does girl talk include our… intimate moments?”
“Don’t be silly, Alex: what happens between us, stays between us.”
“Ok, Isabel” he smiled “I’ll go meet Simon then. I love you”.
“I love you too”.
I took a shower, then got dressed and went to Sandra’s house.
Although we don’t see each other very often, I feel very close to my cousin: she is 24, and I consider her as the older sister I don’t have. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she has always been there. You know, there are things you are not comfortable sharing with your mother. My parents feel safe when I’m with her, so we go shopping, we’ve been on holidays together and sometimes I even go out with her. She practically knows all my secrets, but the one about me and my brother… no, she will never get to know that.
Actually we are not blood related: she was born in the Dominican Republic, and she has been adopted at the age of two, because my uncle couldn’t have children.
She is truly a gorgeous girl: her exotic beauty, together with her stunning body and her charming smile are irresistible, and of course she is very popular among men. She could literally choose anyone, if she wanted to.
But sometimes things simply don’t go the way you expect them to go: Sandra is a lesbian.
I think nobody in our families knows it, except me. I was so shocked when she told me, a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it: high heels, mini skirt, perfect make-up, she has never shown a sign of any masculine side. She has been with a couple of boys, but that little voice never stopped – she told me – and when she had the opportunity to be with another girl, during a school camp, she realized she found her way.
I am now used to hear her talking about her adventures, her favorite quote is “you can have fun with a big cock, but no man in the world can eat your pussy like a woman does”.
She offered me an ice-cream, and then we started talking. I told her about the school, and my plans for the summer, she told me about her work and showed me some photos of her recent trip to Paris. Then inevitably, the conversation turned to love and sex.
“I’ve been looking at you since you entered the door, and I’m pretty sure those boobs got bigger, right?” she asked.
I blushed and replied “You think so? Maybe, I’m not sure”.
“You know it!” she laughed “I’m sure boys love your breasts, don’t they?”.
“Well, I guess so…”
“What’s with the shyness, today? Don’t you dare hide me something, Isabel…”
“Come on, Sandra, you know I’d tell you everything”. I managed to lie in a credible way.
“Well, let’s change subject then: listen, I have some dresses I don’t use anymore, would you like to check them out? Maybe there is something you like.”
“Of course I’d like to check them out!”
Me and Sandra wear approximately the same size, and we have identical taste when it comes to clothes. Maybe our DNAs are not so different!
Plus, I could never afford to spend what she spends for her shoes and dresses, so it’s very kind of her to pass something nice on to me.
We went upstairs in her bedroom, and at first she showed me her latest purchases – fabulous, no need to say – then she handed me a couple of dresses to try on.
I took off my clothes, but as soon as I got undressed, I saw Sandra staring at me, saying “Wow!”
And I thought “SHIT!”
“You better explain me something, honey, ’cause I’ve never seen you wearing black lace underwear to come meet me…”
Of course I didn’t want to impress Sandra. It’s just that I know how Alex loves black lingerie, and I wanted to surprise him once back home. Unfortunately I still don’t own any sexy underwear, so I stole something nice from my mom’s drawer, and put it on before going out.
I didn’t imagine that someone else could have seen me, and now I had to come up with a plausible excuse for Sandra. I couldn’t fool her.
“I-I actually stole it from my mom’s drawer” I said, embarrassed.
“Well, it’s no surprise that my spicy aunt owns spicy underwear, and I have to admit you look gorgeous in it. But I still don’t understand why you are wearing it.”
“I-I just wanted to try it!”
“Isabel? No bullshit here, please”.
“Ok, ok. You taught me that a woman must be always good looking, right? Everything in order, because you never know what could happen to you, right?
Well, this evening I’m having dinner with a guy I like, and I wanted to be pretty for him, that’s it!”
Sandra gave me one of her brightest smile: “Oh, Isabel, come here, my little girl!” and she hugged me.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you! My lessons are starting to pay off! Good girl, I’m going to find the best dress for you! Do I know this guy?”
“N-No, actually, he lives quite far from here”
“Then, he’d surely want to be rewarded!” she winked. “I want you to call me tomorrow for ALL the details!” she smiled.
“Promised!”
She seemed very excited about it, and I was glad I came out of that difficult situation. All in all, I didn’t even had to lie that much!
“Let me just say something here, Isabel. You really look great, but your panties are almost transparent…”
“Do you think it’s vulgar?”
“On the contrary, I find it elegant… provided that no hair is shown.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you have to be shaved…”
She must have read the surprise on my face. “You don’t have a second chance to make a good first impression, honey. Your man is more likely to prefer shaved pussies than hairy ones. And anyway, he won’t bother, believe me.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”
“Trust me. If you get to the after-dinner fun, you’ll be thankful”.
“But I’ve never shaved my pussy… I think I might hurt myself”
“And what do you think older cousins are for? I’ll take care of that. When it comes to pussies, I’m the expert!” she giggled, proudly.
“Well, if you think I have to…”
“Let me show you the result, Isabel, so you can see for yourself. Take those panties off, I’ll show you how they look on my shaved pussy”.
I had never exchanged underwear with any of my female friends, but with Sandra it felt completely natural.
“See? It’s way better!”
On a gorgeous body like hers, any underwear would look great, but I have to admit that seeing no hair through the lace was quite appealing. Alex would have loved it, I’m sure.
“Ok, Sandra, let’s shave this little pussy!”
“Yeah, baby! You are going to love it!” We both laughed.
“Should we move to the bathroom?” I asked.
“No, we’ll stay here on my bed. It will be easier for me, and more comfortable for you, since it’s your first time”.
Sandra went to the bathroom and came back with all the necessary tools: trimmer, razor, shaving cream, and a couple of towels. As she walked in, I noticed she had taken my panties off, and was just wearing her bra.
“Do you want to know a little secret? When I’m home alone I love walking with no panties on, it makes me feel so good” she smiled. “Hope you don’t mind”
“Your house, your rules” I said. “My friends would do anything to see what I’m seeing now.” I smiled.
I’m pretty sure Sandra lives in their hottest fantasies.
“Now, relax: you can lay on my pillows, and have a look at what I’m doing.”
I was laying on my cousin’s bed, both of us pretty much naked, and I had just spread my legs in order for her to shave my pussy: I wouldn’t have bet a penny on that, one hour before. Nonetheless, I was completely at my ease.
“The first step is easy: we’ll trim out most of your hair, and if you keep shaving, you won’t need to do it again.”
In a matter of seconds my pubic hair was gone. “That’s already a huge difference” I said.
“Believe me, you’ll love the softness of your skin at the end” she assured.
Then she took the shaving cream and started rubbing it on me. I thought she would have asked me if I was ok with that, but she took it for granted.
“Be sure to put the cream everywhere, so the razor will be more effective”.
Feeling a woman’s touch around my pussy for the first time was kinda weird. There should have been no malice in her hands, but she happened to touch my clit twice, by accident – she said – and I little jumped on the bed both times. I couldn’t deny I was feeling a sort of arousal, anyway. My mind began to picture some awkward scenarios, that I tried to fight back. But the arousal was still there.
Sandra’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Ok, now we can go with the razor”.
As she put the cold blades on my skin, I let out a little moan.
“Oh sorry, Isabel, is everything ok?”
“Y-yes, I’m ok”
“Any chance you might be enjoying it, baby?” she giggled.
I was actually enjoying it quite a lot, her warm hands felt so good on me, and she was very delicate, a true expert. I instinctively spread my legs a little more to let Sandra shave me carefully. I was feeling both relaxed and aroused at the same time, and once completed her job she said, to my regret, “We are done shaving, Isabel.” and smiled at me. As she was talking, I felt her breath on my pussy, and a shiver went all the way up to my head.
“Now let me clean you up”.
Sandra took a soft towel to remove the shaving cream I had here and there on my crotch. I immediately found myself moving my hips to follow her hand, trying to press my pussy harder against it, and moaning in a low voice. The more I pushed, the more she pushed me back. The towel brushing on my skin got me all wet, I just hoped it could dry away the evidence of my involvement. Because I was totally involved.
“Here, admire your brand new pussy” said Sandra. Then she placed a small round mirror between my legs, to let me have a close look at the result: it felt weird at first, but I immediately liked it. I also noticed that despite the towel, I was still wet. But I liked it as well.
“It’s so nice” I said
“It surely is” she replied.
In that moment I realized that Sandra was lying on her belly, with her head between my spread legs, and her face a few inches away from my newly shaved pussy. Her black skin was in contrast with my pale legs, and that picture was amazing to my eyes. I think she saw the admiration I had in my eyes.
“Give me your hand” she said. Then she took my index finger, and began caressing my skin, starting from my knee, then to my inner tights, and finally to my pussy. I was touching myself, with Sandra guiding my hand.
“I want you to feel how soft you are now”
She moved my finger around my lips, up and down, very slowly, to let me feel every single millimeter of my skin. She carefully avoided my clit, which instead was begging for attention. Then she moved my hand up, to reach my belly button, and from there, all the way down to reach my pussy again.
This time she let the tip of my finger get wet with my pussy juice, then started rubbing my clit. My cousin was masturbating me with my own hand, and the feeling was overwhelming, I was about to climax.
My finger penetrated me a little more, but then Sandra took the lead: she pulled away my hand, then softly slid two fingers in my pussy while her lips started to suck on my clit.
I wanted to say “What are you doing?” but I couldn’t spell a single word.
A very small part of me felt I was doing something wrong, but I honestly didn’t care, I was loving every single second of her tongue on my pussy. I groaned in pleasure, and closing my eyes, I pushed her head deep down on my crotch. After a few minutes of pure heaven I reached the most powerful orgasm of my life. I just let out a long, loud scream, still unable to speak.
The waves of pleasure were still beating every corner of my body, but Sandra decided I should get no rest: her fingers never stopped banging me, and her tongue was glued to my clit. I honestly didn’t want her to stop either, and I quickly took the short road to yet another long, strong orgasm.
After I came for the second time in my cousin’s mouth, she climbed up to me and kissed me passionately. The taste of my own pussy is always a turn-on, and I kissed her back while my hand reached down to grab her firm ass. Then I unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Mine was already gone, I don’t know exactly when.
I never ever had lesbian thoughts before, but the only thing I wanted to do in that precise moment was eating Sandra’s pussy. And I wanted it badly. Did I become a slut all of a sudden? Maybe, but I was having such a good time, there was no room for regret.
We rolled over, so I was now on top of her. I licked her ear, went down on her neck, then I squeezed her big ebony boobs with my tiny white hands and sucked her hard nipples. Women shouldn’t be surprised that men love tits so much, especially if you are lucky enough to come across a spectacular rack like the one of my cousin. By her moans I knew she was very sensitive there, and I was loving to give her pleasure. But the best had yet to come.
I couldn’t have enough of the softness of her skin, I kissed her stomach, licked her belly button – another highly sensitive spot of hers – then finally I got there: I almost couldn’t believe I was about to eat my first pussy, but I couldn’t wait for it.
I didn’t exactly know what to do, but then I recalled what Sandra use to say: “no man in the world can lick a pussy like a woman does”, and I just let my instinct lead me.
I started with some innocent kisses on her lips, then I added a bit of tongue with every kiss, and got closer to her clit. Again, I started sucking it gently, then harder and harder. The taste of her pussy juice was lovely, and as my tongue was furiously licking her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet vagina and started banging her.
In a panting voice Sandra managed to say “O-one more finger, Isabel”, and I surely didn’t want to let her down.
With three fingers screwing her vagina, her moans became louder, and I was diving in her pussy under the pressure of her hands. I sensed she was about to come, and so was I.
“Oh Isabel, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, Sandra, cum, cum in my mouth!”
“Oh yessss, yesss, YESSSS!”
As she reached her orgasm, I came too, but my lips didn’t move from her clit until she stopped spasming.
Then I laid down next to her, I fingered myself with the hand I had just used to bang her, and finally licked every single drop of our mixed juices from my fingers.
“Welcome to the club, Isabel”, she smiled.
“Thank you! Does this qualify me as a lesbian?” I asked
“Well, maybe you are not a true lesbian, but you do like pussies for sure!” she laughed.
“I know I like your pussy, and that’s enough for me”.
We kissed and hugged, then stayed silent for a while, caressing our skin.
“We got a bit carried away, but now we should choose your dress for tonight, baby”
“Yes you are right, but I don’t really feel any urge to get dressed, right now” I smiled.
“Well, that wouldn’t be polite, but if you want to cancel your date, I think we wouldn’t get bored at all!”. We both laughed.
“I’m kidding” she continued “you should really go meet your ‘friend’ now. But instead of calling me, why don’t you come here tomorrow to tell me how it went?”
“I’ll be here tomorrow, you have my word!”
“And may I have something else, beyond your word?” she said smiling, with false innocence.
We both laughed, and I nodded, kissing her.
She will definitely have much more than my word.

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the creators chapter 3 (rewritten)

Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”

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pokerfun losing my virginity

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I knocked on granddads door and went in, he sat me down and we talked at length about the previous night and how I felt about all that I had done. I let him know that when I was with the group I was happy but in the room was a bit weird and was unsure if I wanted that to happen again.
We also talked about the future and what would be expected of me if I wished to carry on within the group. He told me that I would also have to choose someone to be my first sex partner, which was a simple answer, you of course granddad.
As we talked about how I would like him to take my virginity I moved over to his lap and cuddled into his chest, not everything he was saying made sense but I didn’t care it was him and I felt safe, before I left he gave me a necklace and told me that when I wore it I belonged to the group, it would indicate to others in the group that I was a willing member to have fun with, and that I would be able to identify other members by similar jewellery and told me what different things meant within the group, mine was white for a new member and willing plaything which I giggled at.
I put on the necklace when there was a knock at the door, mum and dad came in and asked granddad how things were and he said it was time for me to know things. Grandad patted his lap and I went over and sat down whilst dad sat opposite with mum kneeling beside him just like she did at home.
I sat gob smacked as they then both put on there necklaces similar to mine and granddads and told me how mum had been a member of the group since she was 7, allowing the group to use her as they saw fit, but that dad had been mums choice to take her virginity when she was 13 and he 25 and that since that day she had then devoted her life only to dad and would only go with others if he allowed her.
They said that they were telling me this so that I would be able to come to them and discuss anything with them when we went home. It suddenly hit me I was going home in two days. I turned to granddad and asked about you know what, he smiled at me and said that they had a special surprise for me if I still wanted for him to take my virginity before I left.
I looked at him and smiled and then my dad asked if they could be there when I was made a woman, I turned and smiled and nodded.
Grandad picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and there around the bed were about 20 men some women and some boys and girls of different ages all wearing there necklaces. Grandad did a quick speech about welcoming me to the group which was just a blur to me.
Eventually we went to the bed and granddad layed us down and we started to kiss a slow passionate kiss that I will never forget, as we carried on I felt my legs being opened and a mouth licking around my pussy, I looked down and saw my mums eyes looking back at me and she was damn good, granddad then shifted himself up and I immediately took his cockhead into my mouth until it stood hard and proud, he then rolled onto his back and pulled me onto him.
I felt my mums hands pull back on my arse to line up my pussy with his cock and slowly the tip pushed its way in for a couple of inches then hit a barrier. She moved up my body and told me to push down when I was ready.
After a couple more up and down movements I widened my legs and felt the skin rip, as I started to cry granddad reached up and gave me another passionate kiss which when he was done the sensations between my legs were like electric and we started to quicken the pace.
As the orgasm hit me I was bouncing up and down on the full length until my back arched and granddad drove it all in and spilled his seed into me, I sank onto his body feeling exhausted but amazing at the same time, as his cock shrank and finally plopped out I again felt a mouth on my pussy licking up the escaping juices but as I looked around I saw my mum bent over with dad fucking her from behind and someone else in her mouth.
The sucking on my pussy stopped for a few seconds then I felt people move around and another mouth lick at the juices, this then stopped and some more movement but this time I felt something being pushed in then realised that someone was pushing there cock into me. I turned to look and saw that my dad had moved from my mum and was now getting half his cock into me.
I was just about to say something when he pushed forward and his whole cock buried its self into me, within only a few strokes my body was shaking and cumming for the second time, but he didn’t stop he kept pushing in and out even when granddad moved out from under me.
I was just about to lower my body when one of the girls who was about 15 slid face first under me and opening my legs around her head started to work on my clit as dads pace was getting fast, then a second load was pumped into me as dad collapsed then withdrew, the girl under me kept sucking as the juice escaped and as I was about to move a third cock pushed into my sore hole and another was pushed into my mouth, the taste was strange then I remembered the fingers I had sucked on at the poker night and realised that this was my daddies cock that had just emptied into me.
I looked up and realised I was right I took it in cleaning it as best I could but the cock in my pussy pumped another load into me to be replaced by another.
Dads cock was stiff again and he lifted the legs of the girl under me and pushed straight into her pushing and pounding hard for about a minute or so then pulled out and put it back into my mouth and carried this on for several more minutes until he came in and on her pussy and told me to clean her up.
When I was doing this I felt my arse was sore aswell as the rest of me and found that one of the young lads had pushed his cock into my arsehole thankfully he was only small but when he finished a man entered me and the pain was hard but my whole area there was getting numb.
The next bit of time was a blur I was past from cock to cock or given a pussy to lick or clean, until I must of past out.
I awoke in granddads bed still covered in spunk with people laying around still asleep, on shakey legs I made my way out and headed back to my room to shower, after I went to bed and sleapt till evening.
Still sore I went to find granddad, when I found him I ran up and jumped into his arms telling him I loved him, he said how much he loved me and that everyone from the group had been talking about me all day. We found mum and dad talking to some others who all came up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips welcoming me to the group.
We had a family day the next day and I started to cry when I had to put my dress on so granddad could take us to the airport.
Chapter 4 if you liked this one. Finding an older man to fuck.

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9Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Nine: Meow!
Disclamer: 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-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Nine Summary: Hermione proves that Crookshanks isn’t the only one with claws!
The trio landed in the Hospital Ward of Hogwarts, and Hermione instantly called for Madam Pomfrey. The matron came bolting out of her office, and upon seeing Ron and Harry’s condition, demanded to know what happened.
“We were attacked by Death Eaters,” Hermione practically shouted out in panic. “Ron was blown into a wall after being hit with two Cruciatus Curses. I think he may have a concussion.”
Pomfrey waved her wand at Harry and Ron, using a Mobilicorpus Charm to float the two toward a pair of hospital beds. Harry groaned pitifully; even though Pomfrey’s charm was very gentle, it still jostled him a bit which just seemed to aggravate his numerous bruises, especially the battered ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his baggage and his mangled finger.
After her two patients came to rest on their respective beds, Pomfrey waved her wand over Ron’s body. “You’re right, Miss Granger. He has suffered a concussion,” the nurse announced.
Ron’s eyes fluttered open and he muttered softly “All that hair… she could have knitted some sweaters of something…”
Harry cringed at the mental image of Bellatrix in her nakedness. Hermione looked as if she was going to be physically ill.
“Don’t worry dear,” Pomfrey said to Hermione after she noticed the younger witch’s discomfort from Ron’s statement. “It’s just the concussion talking. I’m sure it means nothing.”
Pomfrey continued to flourish her wand over Ron’s body while performing a number of spells as she continued to try and comfort Hermione. “You should’ve heard the unbelievable things Mr. Potter mumbled in his sleep the last time he was here: a giant black dog that was actually an escaped murderer, a diary that would talk to him, an adventure where he used Polyjuice to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room…”
“I didn’t know I talked in my sleep,” Harry admitted in a hushed tone to Hermione as Pomfrey continued to list his deeds, adventures, and misdeeds.
“I guess it’s a good thing that I find that out now,” Hermione breathed into his ear. “Better now than to find out later, when we’re sleeping together.”
Harry coughed and jerked about slightly on the bed at Hermione’s declaration. She clearly announced that she and Harry were going to sleep together! This, added to the taunt she used earlier against Bellatrix, told Harry that their relationship was going to advance, very soon. Of course, Harry hadn’t attempted to cough and jerk in celebration; he had tried to jump up and shout, “I’m getting lucky!” but due to his various injuries, all Harry could manage was to cough and jerk about. Though in his defense, it was a rather jubilant cough. Pomfrey turned around and began to perform several diagnostic charms on Harry after she was finished with Ron.
“Hmm….a number of bruises,” the healer stated aloud and froze for a moment over ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. “Ooooh. Ouch; I bet that smarts.”
Harry nodded his head silently and Hermione let out a pitiful whimper in sympathy. Pomfrey patted Harry on the shoulder and said in a comforting tone, “Don’t worry, son, it will be up in no time. Err… slip of the tongue, sorry about that.”
After informing a grateful Harry that no lasting damage was done to the “Great House of Potter’s Family Jewels,” she added, “But you can’t go playing with it for a while. You had some considerable damage done.”
Before Harry could inquire as to how long ‘Harry, Jr.’ was out of commission, Hermione did it for him. “How long until I can… um…” the poor girl turned such a vibrant shade of red that anyone could tell that she was completely embarrassed. She hemmed and hawed a bit while Pomfrey eyed Hermione suspiciously before concluding weakly “Err… that is, how long until Harry can uh, use it?”
“He’ll have to take a dose of ‘Bruise-Be-Gone’ first,” Pomfrey informed as she stared at Hermione’s still red eye. “Mr. Potter will be … ready in a few hours.”
The healer leaned toward Hermione and placed her wand in front of the younger witch’s puffy eye. “Now, why don’t you let me fix your eye?”
“Um… it’s not a Conjunctivitis Curse, ma’am,” admitted Hermione. “I don’t think the counter spell will work properly.”
“Miss. Granger, this school is filled with teenagers, all with overactive hormones, who like to experiment…I know exactly what this is,” Pomfrey stated. “And many young men have bad aim like Mr. Potter, here. Amatorius/ Abdo!”/
With a pop, the redness and puffiness in and around Hermione’s eye disappeared. Pomfrey concluded “I’ve had to use that spell more times than I care to count. I just wish you girls would learn to turn your face away in time.” The healer then refocused her attention on Harry and his damaged digit. “Well, the bones will have to come out of that I’m afraid.”
“No, not Skele-Grow again,” complained Harry.
“Oh, hush,” Pomfrey ordered. “You had your whole arm re-grown a few years back. One finger will be nothing compared to that.” Pomfrey cast the spell and Harry’s finger deflated like a balloon as the bones disappeared. Hermione let out a pathetic whimper when she saw Harry’s finger dangle like a strip of flesh-colored rubber hanging from his hand.
“Ms Granger, I need you to fetch some of my potions for me,” ordered the matron. “First, Mr. Potter will need Bruise-be-Gone; it’s a black and blue bottle, and of course the Skele-Grow; I believe you’ll remember what that looks like. I will also need Caruthers’s Concussion Concoction for Mr. Weasley.” Biting her lip, Hermione nodded and dashed off to the Hospital Ward office.
The moment that Hermione disappeared into the office, the doors leading from the hallway into the Hospital Ward flew open and a very nervous looking Tonks barged in, followed by an angry looking Professor McGonagall. “Nymphadora, I demand to know what’s going on! You come barreling out of the Floo in my office and without a word come running down-”
The Headmistress stopped her tirade of Tonks when she saw two of her students in bed. Harry waved at the two witches. Of course he did this with his bad hand which just caused his bone-less finger to flap this way and that.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” screeched McGonagall.
“We were attacked,” Hermione answered simply as she stepped out of the office with her arms full of potion bottles and walked past McGonagall and Tonks.
“I got a fire-call from one of my supervisors. He told me that a number of Death Eaters attacked Godric’s Hollow,” explained Tonks. “I apparated there as fast as I could, but it was all over when I got there. There were about three dozen unconscious Death Eaters plus my evil bitch of an aunt. She was unconscious as well, but she was foaming at the mouth. Oddly enough, she had the happiest smile I’ve ever seen on a person.”
“I’ll give this one to Mr. Weasley,” Pomfrey said to Hermione and she took one of the three bottles. “Give a dose of each of those two to Mr. Potter.”
“But what made you come here and why are those two hurt…?” McGonagall stopped herself while indicating Ron and Harry.
“I knew that these three were going to Godric’s Hollow,” Tonks continued. “When I got there, I feared the worst when I couldn’t find them. But one of the witnesses said that they saw three teenagers Portkey away. So I figured they’d head here.”
“One of the Death Eaters escaped as well,” Hermione announced as she poured some of the foul tasting potion down Harry’s throat. “Well, mostly escaped; he splinched himself trying to get away.”
“That would explain the spare leg we found,” concluded Tonks. “But what it doesn’t explain is how we can’t seem to revive the Death Eaters. Except for my vicious Aunt, they all show the symptoms of being stunned. But when we tried a rennervate, nothing happened.”
“Oh that,” stated Hermione who was doing her best to ignore the gagging sounds coming from Harry who was fighting desperately not to throw up the god-awful potions. “You’ll have to hit them with a few dozen Rennervate Charms. Harry… um… well we discovered that Harry can be fairly powerful when he puts his mind to it.”
“Poppy, what’s your diagnosis?” asked McGonagall.
“Potter is fairly beaten up, including a severely broken finger and some deep bruising, but it’s nothing a good night’s rest and a potion or two won’t fix. Weasley, however, has one hell of a concussion. I want to keep him here overnight for observation.”
“Does that mean Harry can leave?” asked Hermione.
“I don’t see why not,” replied Pomfrey. “It’s just a couple of bruises and a finger that needs the bones re-grown. He’s suffered worse.”
“I’ll go back and tell our healers how to awaken the thugs,” Tonks said as she started to walk out of the ward. “I mean we can’t just chuck them into Azkaban if they’re permanently stunned.”
As gently as she could, Hermione helped her bruised and battered boyfriend to his feet.
“Don’t worry about Mr. Weasley, I’ll take good care of him,” Pomfrey informed the couple as they made their way slowly out of the Ward. “And remember, no funny business for the next few hours.”
“That means no experimentation with Cheering Charms,” added McGonagall. Harry groaned as the Headmistress gave him another one of her disturbing saucy smiles.
After what seemed like an eternity of jostling ‘Harry, Jr.’s baggage by walking up various stairs, the couple finally made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry groaned once more as he noticed that Hermione was steering him toward the stairs that led to his dorm room. At that point, those stairs weren’t just another set of stairs that Harry had to climb. To him it was an evil torture device that was designed solely for the purpose to cause even more pain to his battered bits.
“Can’t I just stay here and sleep on the couch?” whined Harry.
“No,” Hermione stated firmly. “You’ll rest better in your own bed.”
“Bu-bu-bu but the stairs…. They hurt,” complained Harry.
“Just a few more and I promise you can lie down.”
Hermione led Harry up the thirteen steps with each one causing Harry to wince. When the couple walked into Harry’s dorm room, he was nearly doubled over in pain due to his bruised bits. That and the fact that the Skele-Grow had just started to kick in. It felt as if dozens of needles were being shoved through his damaged hand.
“Just lay down,” Hermione said as she helped Harry lower himself on his bed. “I’ll get some food. We haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
The brunette witch stood up and called out “Dobby!” An instant later, the neurotic house-elf appeared with a crack.
“Yes, Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy, you called for Dobby?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, I did Dobby. Harry and I need food. Would you please go get something for us to eat?” Hermione asked politely.
“Dobby would love to!” the little creature squealed.
“But, Harry’s going on a special diet,” added Hermione.
“I am?” asked Harry. This was a new revelation for him, leaving him more than a little surprised. He was curious as to why Hermione would make him go on a “special diet” without even talking to him about it.
“Yes, you are,” Hermione replied to Harry. But before he could ask why, she turned back to Dobby. “We’ll need some protein. Perhaps a simple steak, but he’s going to need vegetables. This is the most important part though, no eggs or dairy.”
“But I like dairy,” complained Harry. He didn’t know what was on the diet she had concocted for him, but he was hurting from the beating and grumpy from the ride that made a mockery of his parents. The last thing he wanted to do was not eat the things he liked. He thought of a way to convince Hermione into allowing him some cheese. Indicating his limp digit, Harry argued “And I probably need calcium to help my bones grow. So I should get some cheese.”
“No dairy. It’s very important to your diet.” she said firmly.
“What diet?”
“But I do see the point of calcium,” she continued, ignoring his question. “Even though the Skele-Grow will do all the work, calcium is very important. Some dark green vegetables have loads of calcium.”
“Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy mean like asparagus?” offered Dobby.
Before Harry could protest, Hermione shouted, “Good God no! All my research states that would be very bad! Very bad indeed! Very foul.”
“What research?” demanded Harry, which Hermione once again ignored.
“Some vegetables like broccoli, chicory greens, and cabbage will do,” Hermione counted off. “And definitely celery. But make the majority of the meal out of fruits like kiwi, watermelon, and pineapple”
“Dobby will be back shortly!” the house elf announced and disappeared with a crack.
“What diet?” implored Harry.
“It’s a surprise,” Hermione answered and she walked over to the side of the bed. “I’ll have to get you into your pajamas,” she added, effectively changing the subject. With a flick of her wand, all of Harry’s clothes disappeared from his body leaving him stretched out on his bed completely naked. He found it odd that he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest as Hermione examined his naked form. “Oh, my poor baby,” Hermione pouted as she saw all the purple bruises on his flesh. “Oh no!” she moaned as her eyes took in ‘Harry, Jr.’
“Is it bad?” asked Harry, fearful to check for himself. In his panicked mind, he imagined ‘Harry, Jr.’ all sorts of funny colors and twisted this way and that.
“It looks bad,” admitted Hermione, which didn’t help calm Harry’s worries about ‘Harry, Jr.’ being all twisted. “But Madam Pomfrey said that it should be back to normal in a few hours, thanks to the potion. Now I’ll conjure some bottoms for you.”
Another swish of her wand and Harry felt a pair of silk pajamas cover himself.
“Thanks,” Harry said.
Then Hermione waved her wand again and this time, much to Harry’s enjoyment, her clothes disappeared with a soft pop. She stood unabashedly in front of Harry in nothing more than her white cotton knickers.
“B-b-bu-but Pomfrey said we couldn’t fool around,” Harry stammered while looking in her eyes (As everybody knows, when a man is faced with a topless beauty and he says that he is looking in the aforementioned beauty’s eyes what he actually means is that he is staring directly into the beauty’s nipples).
“Harry, my eyes are up here,” Hermione said while gesturing with her hands to look up. “Harry. Baby. My eyes… they’re up here…”
Harry really did try to take his eyes off of ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ but he failed. It was like his eyes were hit with a Permanent Sticking Charm and they were magically attached to her nipples. He did notice that Hermione’s flesh turn a little red and he also saw that her lovely nipples started to get erect.
“Do you really like looking at my breasts?” Hermione asked nervously.
“Oh, yes,” Harry nodded while keeping his eyes on her pertness. “I can do this all day and not get bored.”
Hermione’s flesh blushed even more (Harry couldn’t tell if any other part of her body had blushed because of the whole “Permanent Sticking Charm” thing).
“I do appreciate it,” admitted Hermione as she unconsciously thrust her breasts up. Harry took this opportunity to examine them even more. Doing her breast – I mean best to ignore the cooing noises that Harry was making while looking at her, Hermione forged on. “But I believe we need to discuss something.”
“Discuss away,” replied Harry who had now taken on the appearance of a deer caught in headlights; Hermione’s headlights that is.
“Harry why did…” began Hermione but then paused and attempted to start again. “Earlier today, Bellatrix…” she huffed and began to lecture her boyfriend who was only half-listing because he had most of his attention on her wonderful boobs. “Harry, I really do like the fact that you find me attractive, but I can’t talk to you when you aren’t looking at me!”
“I am looking at you,” said Harry, which he technically was.
Hermione cursed under her breath and walked over to Harry’s trunk. Harry was a tad disappointed when Hermione turned her back on him thereby removing ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ from his sight. His disappointment was soon replaced by joy when the brunette witch bent over at the hips as she began rooting around looking for something in his trunk. This action gave Harry a very clear view of Hermione’s wonderful bum, which he enjoyed looking at as much as he enjoyed viewing her boobs. Harry rationalized that her bum was very similar to her boobs: both were made up of two wondrous mounds, both were often hidden cruelly from his eyes by thin pieces of fabric, both had cleavage in one way or another, and he thoroughly enjoyed fondling both sets.
Harry was pulled out of his musing about the similarities of Hermione’s boobs and arse when the witch stood up after finding whatever she had been searching for. The item turned out to be a ratty old pullover that Harry wore whenever he would practice Quidditch. He grunted a sound of objection as Hermione pulled the worn and tattered shirt on; obscuring his view of ‘Carmella’ and /’Natasha’/. The shirt used to be Dudley’s when the fat arse was in primary, and even though Harry had grown considerably, it was still very large on him. But on Hermione, it was a nightgown. It did a very effective job of covering all of Hermione’s nakedness… and her bum… and her knees. It almost covered her ankles for pity’s sake! ‘/Damn that pullover, damn it all to hell!/’ Harry grumbled in his mind.
“We need to talk about something very important and I don’t need you distracted,” announced Hermione as she tied up her hair in a loose bun.
“If you didn’t want me distracted, why did you get all naked?” argued Harry.
“You don’t expect me to sleep with you with all my clothes on do you?” countered Hermione.
“Well, no but…” Harry began to debate when his brain caught up. She had said “sleep with you.” The bespectacled wizard became very, one might even say incredibly, light-headed. “S-s-s-sleep with me?” he squeaked.
“Yes, you’ve had a very traumatic day,” she explained. “I’m not letting you spend the night alone after that bloody ride and that beating you received.”
Harry glanced apprehensively between ‘Harry, Jr.’ and Hermione a grand total of six times before saying “But… but… but Pomfrey said I couldn’t fool around for a few hours….”
“Harry, I said sleep with you; as in your bed!” scolded Hermione which just made Harry more confused. They obviously weren’t talking about the same thing. “Just because I said I wanted to sleep with you doesn’t mean I want to have sex tonight!”
“Yes it does!” exclaimed Harry. “It’s against the law to tell a bloke that you’ll sleep with him but it doesn’t include sex!”
“What law Harry?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“My law!”
“Budge over,” Hermione requested of a pouting Harry. The wizard complied and crossed his arms over his chest. Hermione sat on the bed and spoke softly. “One of the side effects of the ‘Bruise-be-Gone’ potion is temporary impotence.” Harry let out a panicked groan as Hermione continued to explain. “Temporary impotence Harry; a few hours at the most. I read the side effects on the bottle before I gave it to you.”
“Oh,” Harry said as relief washed over him.
“And as to sex,” Hermione continued and a smile reappeared on her face, “I do want you to be my first. But I want it to be special.”
Harry’s relief was quickly replaced by guilt. The entire time he had been thinking of only himself, not what Hermione had wanted or deserved. Hermione obviously noticed his discomfort because she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Harry apologized. “I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s alright, Harry,” cooed Hermione. “After the day you had, I expect that you feel pretty rotten.”
“I’m okay,” replied Harry.
“And that’s what I wanted to discuss with you about,” stated Hermione. “Today, Bellatrix said that she was told your powers weren’t working right. How did she know that?”
“Kreacher must have told her.”
“What? Are you certain?” Hermione asked.
“Pretty much. Bellatrix said something about a House-Elf and granting his wish of chopping his head off.”
“That does seem to indicate Kreacher,” Hermione allowed. “But how, I mean when could he have told her? Didn’t you order him to stay at Hogwarts?”
“Remember last night, after Gryffindor caught us-” Harry began.
“Yes!” Hermione interrupted. It was obvious from the way she had said “Yes” that she didn’t want to discuss the “I’m sorry I got cum in your eye while a perverted ghost watched us” incident.
“Well, I was in the Common Room all naked and I, well I kind of called for Dobby and Kreacher,” Harry continued.
“How did you accidentally call for a house elf?”
“I think I asked for some help out loud,” explained Harry. “Anyway, those two showed up…”
“While you were naked?”
“Yes,” replied Harry irritably before continuing. “I asked them if they could conjure some pajamas…”
“Because you were naked?” interrupted Hermione.
“Yes!” he shouted. Hermione got an embarrassed look on her face and became silent. After a moment, Harry continued. “After Dobby made me pajamas…”
“Because you were nude,” Hermione interrupted once more. “Did they say anything? I mean House-Elves help some of the older pure-blood families dress, did Dobby or Kreacher make any comparisons? Length or girth perhaps?”
In response, Harry glared at his girlfriend. He was hoping that his glare would be enough to end Hermione’s line of questions.
“Oh, they did!” squealed Hermione. It was obvious that Harry’s glare only encouraged his girlfriend. “How do you rank!”
“Hermione, please! Do you want me to explain or not?” Harry chastised.
“Fine, go ahead,” Hermione pouted.
“I told them I couldn’t do magic because mine had gone all wonky,” explained Harry. “After that I told them they could leave-”
“Oh!” exclaimed Hermione. “And Kreacher must’ve interpreted your order to mean that he could leave the castle-”
“-and tell Voldemort’s boot-lickers that I can’t use magic,” Harry added.
“Which, as we know, isn’t the case,” Hermione completed. “Now what’ll we do with the traitorous elf?”
“I thought you were for House Elf rights?”
“I am,” replied Hermione. “But we can’t have that evil little bugger running around. He’s too dangerous.”
“Agreed.”
“So, two house-elves saw you naked,” chuckled Hermione, bringing up the embarrassing moment again.
“Would you let it drop?” implored Harry. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”
“But it didn’t happen to anyone,” countered Hermione. “It happened to you. Personally, I’d never be able to live it down if a house elf saw me starkers,” Hermione concluded her ribbing with a peck on Harry’s cheek. “Now, if I can talk about something more serious?”
“Please do,” responded Harry.
“… and not House Elves seeing a particular wizard’s bits…”
“Hermione!”
“… all dangly…”
“Hermione!”
“… and wrinkly…”
“I AM NOT WRINKLY!”
“I would like to talk about the attack today,” stated Hermione, her tone becoming serious.
“Oh, yeah, that,” Harry stammered.
“You were fantastic,” complimented Hermione.
“Thanks,” Harry said awkwardly. “You were pretty good too.”
“No, I wasn’t. That’s what I want to talk to you about,” added Hermione. “I had difficulty fighting one Death Eater at a time. And when I did subdue one, one of his compatriots would revive or free him, sending him back into the fight. You, on the other hand, took out dozens with one blow! And they were out for the count!”
“But that isn’t a fair comparison,” Harry stated. “I’ve had a power boosting ritual, whereas you haven’t.”
“That’s why I’d like to perform a power boosting ritual for myself. That way, if we run into any other Death Eaters in our search for the Horcruxes, I can be of help to you,” Hermione continued. “I found a permanent boosting ritual in the book.”
“Really?” This piqued Harry’s interest. Actually, anything found in the book piqued his interest. He wondered what type of activity the ritual needed. For his ritual, he performed oral sex on Hermione. Did the ritual require a sex act? ‘Duh!’ he mentally chastised himself. ‘Of course it requires a sex act! It’s a book on sex magic.’
“Yes, it requires a sex act,” Hermione said as if she could read his mind. “A very substantial sex act,” she added apprehensively.
“What do you mean by ‘substantial’?” Harry asked with concern. Hermione was obviously nervous about the ritual and he didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything that she wasn’t ready to do.
“Remember what we were talking about before?”
“Um,” Harry began to recall the various subjects they had talked about previously. The only thing that came to mind was the recent ribbing he received about having Dobby and Kreacher see him naked. That and his internal musings about her bum and boobs.
“Sex, Harry,” Hermione explained.
“Oh!”
“Yes. I would have to take a special potion, say an incantation, and then our magics, combined with the blood from my hymen, creates a permanent boost for me.”
“Oh,” repeated Harry.
With a loud crack, Dobby reappeared carrying two platters of food. Hermione conjured a small table for Dobby to place the food on and bid the house-elf good-night.
“Getting back to the ritual,” Hermione began as she ate some fruit. “I really do want you to be my first. And I do want to do it soon – not just for the power boost, but because I love you.”
Harry had some difficulty eating his fruit; it wasn’t every day where he would talk casually about losing his virginity with the woman he loved. Every time he attempted to pick up a piece of fruit, he discovered his hands were trembling so much that he couldn’t hold it properly and just dropped it. Upon noticing his predicament, Hermione held a slice of pumpkin to his lips.
“One of the reasons that I am hesitant is Ron,” Hermione said as Harry ate the pumpkin.
“What about him?” asked Harry.
“I feel guilty about him being alone,” explained Hermione as she held a piece of cantaloupe for Harry to eat as she finished her own slice. “We were a couple and I left him for you.”
“Oh yeah,” agreed Harry.
“I think I’ll feel less guilty if we get him a girlfriend,” concluded Hermione. “But it will NOT be Lav-Lav or anyone like her.”
“So Parvati is a no-no, seeing how she and Lavender share the same half of a half-brain.”
“That would make a quarter, love,” corrected Hermione. Before Harry could take offence, she added, “And Ron’s quick temper would cause a great deal of strife between him and most of the remaining witches from Gryffindor.”
“Besides Ginny… but that’s just sick and wrong.”
“Yeah, that’d be worse than you and Ginny, Mr. Freud.”
“Will I ever live that down?”
“No, not really,” said Hermione after a moment of consideration.
“Fine. So nobody from Gryffindor and definitely no one from Slytherin,” Harry stated. “Ron hates everybody and everything to do with that house.”
“So that leaves Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.”
“Wait, why not a Muggle girl?” offered Harry.
“Please! Could you imagine if Ron and the poor Muggle girl actually became a couple?” asked Hermione. “She would bring him home to meet her folks and he would make an arse out of himself because of the scene he would make when he saw all the pictures that didn’t move or a toaster that is actually plugged into the wall. And imagine what will happen when Ron sees a telly for the first time?”
“He would probably hit it with a Blasting Hex out of sheer panic.”
“Yes, he would,” Hermione continued. “Ron cannot function in the Muggle world for one moment. And to ask a Muggle to live strictly in the magical world would be equally as cruel.”
“So, that leaves us someone from either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, then.”
“As I said. Let’s see… Hufflepuff House is known to have loyal, hardworking, and patient people…”
“Which is good seeing that to be with Ron, the witch would have to be loyal, hardworking, and patient because of his quick and foul temper and his stubbornness,” Harry completed.
“And Ravenclaw has intelligent and insightful people in that house…” Hermione began.
“Another good thing because the witch would often have to look past the unintentionally mean and crude things Ron can sometimes blurt out.”
“This’ll be harder than I first expected,” mused Hermione. Harry nodded his head in agreement. The couple finished their meal in silence.
After Hermione banished the platters away, she crawled into bed with Harry. He kissed her gently and they said their good-nights. Hermione muttered “Nox” and the dorm room became pitch black. Harry held Hermione close to him in the darkness. His crotch was pressed firmly up against her bum; a position that would normally have ‘Harry, Jr.’ jumping for joy. But because of that damned potion, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was off in slumber land and couldn’t enjoy another romp with Hermione. Then fear hit Harry, what if it wasn’t temporary? What if the Skele-Grow had altered the Bruise-be-Gone potion’s side effect in some unforeseeable way? Yes, he knew that ‘Harry, Jr.’ didn’t have any bones in him, but when most men are dealing with impotency (temporary or not) they tend to panic.
Forcing himself not to think about his flaccid state, Harry turned his thoughts to Ron and the challenge of finding him a girl. ‘Who could the ideal witch for Ron be? I got lucky with Hermione, she understands me so well. But Ron can be such a difficult bloke at times.’
They needed a witch who was patient and insightful; one that could put up with Ron’s temper and his crass behavior. He suddenly recalled a conversation he had with a certain blonde witch at the end of his fifth year. The witch had dealt with her housemates’ cruel actions throughout the entire year and she simply told Harry that they didn’t mean it. She understood that they were kind people who sometimes did bad things.
Could she be the one? She was blonde and as recently as the wedding reception, Ron had stated that he fancied that particular hair color after all.
“Hermione, I think I know who the witch is,” Harry said in the darkness.
“Really, who?”
“Luna.”
“WHAT?” Hermione screeched. “Luna! You can’t be serious?”
“Yes, she’s perfect! She very patient and insightful,” explained Harry.
After a moment of silence where Harry could actually feel her thinking about the situation, Hermione allowed, “And she does fancy him. Remember that silly ‘Weasley is our King’ song she kept humming?”
“Or the fact that she apparently refuses to call him ‘Ron’?”
“Yes, it’s always ‘Ronald.’ And remember how she would laugh at all of his so-called jokes?”
“See, she’s perfect,” Harry said triumphantly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘perfect’; she is a bit out there.”
“And Ron isn’t?”
“Point taken. Let’s plan on heading over to Luna’s and see if we can set up a date for the two of them.”
“Ron may need some convincing though.”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan…” she finished menacingly.
With that, the two lovers drifted off to sleep.
*
Harry was once again having a very peculiar dream. In it, he was on some distant planet that was completely covered in sand. Harry was some sort of religious icon to the people that lived on this planet. And on this desert planet, giant worms existed, each of which was hundreds of feet long. For some reason, the people depended upon them. But something terrible had happened to the worms. For some reason, none of the giant worms were moving. It was as if they were in a coma.
The people turned to Harry to bring these creatures back to life, because apparently that’s what religious icons did. He tried several things to revive the worms. First he talked to a giant clam that was nearby. But the clam couldn’t offer anything; it kept gibbering on about commitment and respect. He tried again by casting a Rennervate Charm to no avail. He then got the oddest notion to pet the monster.
Tentatively, he patted the worm’s side and much to his surprise, the creature moved slightly. He called to a group of women to give him a hand petting the worm. Oddly enough, all the women looked vaguely like Hermione. With the help of the women, Harry was able to pet the worm back to life. The giant creature rose victoriously into the air and the people cheered, “THE SLEEPER HAS AWAKENED!”
*
Harry slowly awoke from his odd dream. It was still pitch black in the room and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face (that he didn’t have his glasses on didn’t help the situation, either). But what he could tell was that Hermione’s bum was still firmly pressed against his crotch and more, it appeared that ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up before Harry himself did. Thankfully, the temporary side effect of impotency had worn off. And it seemed to have worn off with a vengeance. It was so hard that it hurt!
Harry’s fifth appendage was roughly poking Hermione’s left cheek. The witch purred and she ground her bum into his erection. Even though he was still half-asleep, Harry was not one to turn down an early morning frolic.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck while his hand trailed down her taut and naked tummy. He knew it was naughty, and a bit fast, but he wanted to show Hermione that his finger had completely healed. With his now- repaired finger, Harry pressed the witch’s love button through her knickers. In apparent appreciation, the witch rubbed her bum up against his aroused state even more.
Harry nibbled on her ear and he took in her distinctive flowery smell. Harry paused both in his nibbling and his rubbing of the witch’s ear and knickers (both of which were very damp at the time). Even with his sleep addled brain, Harry began to realize something was amiss. Hermione didn’t have a flowery scent; her scent reminded him of parchment and old books. Before he could ponder this revelation further, the witch ground her hips into the still erect form of ‘Harry, Jr.’
“C’mon Harry, don’t stop now,” the witch purred. Harry immediately recognized that the voice he was hearing didn’t belong to Hermione. But due to his not-quite-awake state, it took Harry a half second to place it.
“GINNY!” he screamed and jumped out of the bed as if it was engulfed in flames. He frantically ran to the door but found it locked. The fact that the door was locked didn’t stop Harry from trying to claw his way through the barricade like a wild animal. “W-w-w-where did you come from?”
“Mum got a call from Professor McGonagall about Ron being injured. Knowing that you’d be here, I… volunteered to check up on Ron for Mum,” Ginny replied.
“S-s-stay back!” Harry cried in fear as he continued to try to claw through the door.
“What’s your problem, Harry?” whined Ginny. Harry could hear her mutter a charm and all the torches in the room lit up, illuminating the room. “I could tell you wanted me; you were as hard as a rock.”
In truth he had been very erect; but that was when he thought his bedmate was Hermione. The moment he discovered that he was rubbing (in more ways than one) Ginny, the girl who looked like his mum, ‘Harry, Jr.’ deflated like a popped balloon. He turned to face his molester and tell her just that when he saw that she was sitting up in his bed and was very flushed. And very topless!
The half-naked Ginny rose from the bed, and with a sultry saunter to her walk, made her way to Harry, who at the time was trying his damnedest to push his body through the solid wooden door to get as far away from Ginny as possible.
“You know you want me,” she said huskily as she reached forward and cupped his crotch. Judging by the look on her face, Ginny was very surprised that Harry was no longer aroused. “Hey, what happened here?”
“What did you do with Hermione?” Harry choked out.
“Oh, I saw her leave to go use the loo,” she said nonchalantly, while twirling her wand in her hand. “So I decided to make my move. But I couldn’t have her pop in and spoil our fun now could I?”
“What did you do?” repeated Harry.
“I just tied her up,” she muttered as she eyed his trousers lustfully. “These won’t do.” With a flick of her wand, Harry’s trousers disappeared, leaving him completely nude.
Before he could cover himself, Ginny dove at his naked groin and began to devour his flaccid state with her lips and tongue.
“For the love of all that’s holy, what are you doing?” Harry shouted as he tried to push her away.
“C’mon Harry,” she pleaded in-between sucking, “you’re just being shy.”
Both Harry and Ginny were thrown to the floor when the door that Harry was leaning against blew up.
A very angry looking Hermione stood in the ruined doorway. She pointed her wand menacingly at Ginny. “Get – off – of – my – boyfriend!” she commanded.
“/Expelliarmus/!” Ginny shouted from beneath Harry forcing Hermione’s wand to go flying from her grasp. “I should’ve disarmed you when I tied you up,” Ginny stated as she pulled herself away from Harry. “Maybe I should tie you up again and make you watch as I turn my boyfriend into a man!”
But before Ginny could conjure robes to bind Hermione, the brunette witch slapped the wand out of her hand, sending it clattering under the bed. A very stunned Ginny turned back to Hermione and was about to verbally assault Harry’s girlfriend when Hermione slapped the younger witch across the face, hard.
“Ow!” cried out Ginny. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to beat some sense into you, bitch!” declared Hermione and she slapped Ginny again. “He doesn’t want you, you crazy stalker!”
Ginny slapped Hermione back and shouted “Yes he does! We were meant to be together!”
“Why? Because your mummy read you bedtime stories about the Boy Who Lived?” Hermione retorted as she tugged on a tuff of Ginny’s red hair.
“OW! Unlike you, I’ve been in love with him since I was a little girl!” screamed Ginny as she frantically tore off the pullover that Hermione had been using as a night gown.
Harry watch in both disgust and arousal as the two witches slapped and tugged at each other. The disgust came from the fact that the girl who looked like his mum was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting his girlfriend. The arousal came from the fact that his girlfriend was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting the girl who looked like his mum.
“You didn’t fall in love with Harry. You fell in love with the Boy Who Lived!” Hermione shouted before grabbing at and ripping off Ginny’s knickers. She threw the ruined garment in Ginny’s face, declaring, “That’s not who he is!”
“He saved me from the Basilisk! That proves he loves me!” defended Ginny as she roughly pinched Hermione’s tit as if to prove her point.
As Hermione rubbed her assaulted nipple, Harry suddenly recalled the events from the previous day. Specifically, after he had hit Hermione with his super-charged Cheering Charm, how Hermione seemed to enjoy all the spankings she both gave and received. Harry was reminded because he saw that ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ were fairly erect, even before the one had been pinched. Harry wondered if Hermione was actually enjoying the slaps she was receiving from Ginny (He figured she was enjoying slapping Ginny, regardless of any sexual reasons – the damned stalker deserved it). For just one second, Harry considered intervening in the fight just to ask Hermione if she was becoming aroused. Purely for reference. But he realized that it would be a bad idea to get involved in the catfight, if only due to the high potential of getting hit; Harry had received enough painful beatings from women to last a long while, thanks to Bellatrix.
“Sweetie, let me point something out to you,” Hermione began after she recovered from the pinch. “Harry stopped Voldemort from getting the Philosopher’s Stone thereby saving everyone.” Hermione punctuated her statement by slapping Ginny directly on her boob. “And technically, he saved everyone in the castle from the Basilisk.” Hermione viciously slapped the witch’s other tit. “So by your flawed reasoning, he should be in love with everyone in the school!” Hermione ended this part of her discussion by painfully striking Ginny dead center on her vulva.
Harry cringed as Ginny slumped to the floor painfully.
“You bitch!” screamed Ginny and dove at Hermione. She savagely tore Hermione’s knickers to shreds and was about to return the painful slap she had received when she suddenly paused looking at Hermione’s now naked groin.
“You’re shaved?” Ginny questioned.
“My hair isn’t the only thing kinky about me!” Hermione answered before slapping Ginny once more.
Hermione’s statement about being kinky would seem to suggest that she indeed did enjoy the slap fight. That and the fact that Harry could see both ‘/Carmella/’ and ‘/Natasha/’ were extremely erect and rigid. And that her flower seemed to be a touch puffy and dewy.
Ginny was awaken from her stupor upon seeing Hermione’s ‘hygienic state’ and let out a blood-curdling cry as she tackled Hermione to the floor.
It was at this point that Ron had the misfortune to enter the room. Apparently, Pomfrey had decided that he was healed enough to spend the rest of the night in his own bed. Harry saw the look in his friend’s eyes and could tell what he was thinking, simply because he would be thinking the same things if he were in Ron’s shoes. You see for a bloke, it’s more than a little uncomfortable if you see your male friend lying on the floor naked such as Harry was. Harry could tell that Ron was doing his best to block that particular vision from his eyes and memory. But it is considered quite entertaining if that same bloke sees his female friend naked early in the morning. And if that female friend – if you don’t remember; the nude one – happens to be rolling around on the ground while wrestling another equally naked, yet unknown, female at the time, well that’s just damn entertaining for the bloke. It was obvious to Harry that Ron’s first thought was to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. But then, Harry saw the horror dawn in his friend’s eyes. You see if the bloke who is enjoying watching his nude female friend wrestling with an equally nude, yet unknown, female finds out that the unknown nude female is actually his baby sister… well that’s generally considered a bad thing, especially if the bloke had been enjoying it. Harry could tell exactly when Ron figured out the identity of the second naked girl; Ron turned a most interesting shade of green.
Hermione shot up and spat a tuff of Ginny’s red hair out of her mouth (where that tuff had come from, Harry didn’t want to know). Hermione stood over Ginny and shouted, “Harry is in love with me and I’m in love with him and there is nothing you can do to change that!”
“We’ll see,” Ginny said defiantly.
“Oh, are you going to try to seduce him again?” Hermione mocked. “Let me tell you something, little girl; not only can he lick a mean pussy,” she paused and pointed to her bare groin to emphasize her point, “but he’s also came in my eye. And I’ve swallowed his load!”
“All at the same time?” Harry heard Ron muttered.
“Another thing,” Hermione continued, either oblivious to Ron’s presence or ignoring him. She stomped over to Harry and with an unusual show of strength, hoisted him off the floor and to his feet. “Harry and I are going to take a shower… together! And while I’m wanking him off, I’m going to take a huge amount of pleasure in the fact that I’ll be playing with something you can never have!” She concluded her statement by making a show of cupping Harry’s naked groin so that Ginny could see. “This is mine!” she growled.
Hermione gave Ginny the two fingered salute and led Harry out of the room and toward the bathroom, leaving Ron alone in the room with his naked sister.
*
It didn’t take much time for Harry to forget about his traumatic situation with Ginny. Not when a sudsy Hermione was nibbling on his ear while she was giving ‘Harry, Jr.’ a thorough cleaning. Mind you, Harry was a gentleman and couldn’t let Hermione have all the fun, so he finally was able to demonstrate to Hermione just how well his finger had healed.
At first, it was a bit awkward, but the two lovers eventually positioned themselves; Hermione had her back pressed up against Harry’s chest and was wanking him off by reaching behind her. Harry had reached around Hermione’s body with both of his hands; one was massaging ‘/Natasha/’ while the other was caressing the folds of her flower.
After a few minutes, with a muttered grunt, Harry came on her hip. Hermione giggled as she watched his seed mix with the water and soap suds as it trickled down her leg.
“It’s like a race,” she said with mirth as Harry tried to catch his breath. “Who do you think reach my foot and will win?”
“My cum,” panted Harry.
“No, I think the big soap bubble will beat the rest,” stated Hermione.
“That’s not a soap bubble,” concluded Harry with a slight grin.
Now that he had been satisfied, Harry was able to focus all of his attention on his lover. He used both of his hands to stimulate Hermione; his now healed finger continued tracing her folds while the fingers on his other hand busied themselves by playing with her bud. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck for support because her knees became weak. Shortly thereafter, Hermione shouted out Harry’s name as she orgasmed.
After both lovers had climaxed, Hermione leaned her back against Harry’s chest under the shower’s spray. “This is wonderful Harry,” she purred. “I can’t see how this could get better.”
Harry voiced his agreement by nuzzling the nape of neck her and massaging her boobs.
“Do you think she’ll try something like this again?” she asked.
“Let her; she can never take me away from you,” he whispered into her ear. “You are my everything.”
As they leaned against the wet wall, Hermione busied herself by running her fingers through Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but wonder if Dobby or Kreacher had compared you to anyone,” Hermione said in an amused fashion. Harry groaned as Hermione continued her earlier ribbing of his embarrassment. “I don’t know what I’d do if a House Elf saw me naked…”
“Well there’s one way to find out,” offered Harry. Before Hermione could ask what he had meant, Harry held her arms behind her back playfully and called out “Oh, Dobby!”
With a loud crack, Dobby appeared in front of the two wet and naked teens.
“You called for Dobby Harry Potter… err… sir” the elf squeaked and his eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw Hermione’s naked body. Hermione froze for a split second while Dobby looked at her bare flesh. Then she began to struggle to get out of Harry’s grasp. This led to a very fascinating show for Dobby, Harry assumed. Her boobs must have been swaying back and forth because Dobby’s eyes started to swing from left to right as if he was watching a tennis match.
“Harry, let me go!” Hermione commanded though Harry could tell there was no malice in her voice. It almost sounded like she was trying not to laugh. “Let me go or I’ll swear-!”
Hermione’s playful threat was cut short when Dobby disappeared with another crack. “You’re a dead man Potter!” she scolded him. “You’re going to have to work pretty hard to make this up to me.”
“Really what would you suggest?” asked Harry.
“Well, you could use your magical tongue and tap into your love core again,” she offered and wiggled her bum against ‘Harry, Jr.’
“I was actually thinking about doing that anyway,” admitted Harry. He guided Hermione to lie on the floor and lowered himself so that he was in-between her legs. His mouth was near her flower when he heard a series of cracks.
When Harry looked up, all he could see were hundreds of eyes looking at him and Hermione. Each set of eyes were bulbous and brightly colored; they obviously belonged to House-Elves. In fact Harry could argue that a wall of House-Elves had been erected in front of him. House-Elves filled every space in the bathroom. They were even actually standing on top of each other so that they could get a better look. Harry believed that it was quite possible that every single House-Elf in Hogwarts was currently jammed in the bathroom at that particular moment.
“Oh bugger,” groaned Harry as he heard a number of squeaky voices plead “Let me see!”
To Be Continued

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