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Slave Angela

Angela was walking out to her car after work. She hated working so late the parking lot was dark and it gave her the creeps. She hated her job and wished she could be doing something else. As she got to her car there was a van parked next to her. As she walked by to get into her car the door on the van slid open and two men in ski masks grabbed her and pulled her in side.
A hand covered her mouth and she the saw a knife.
“If you fight back you will be cut, do you under stand,” a voice said. She froze and just nodded her head. A gag was shoved into her mouth and buckled behind her head. She was then forced over a padded rail and her feet tied to bolts in the floor. Her hands were tied to bolt in front of her. At this point she was completely helpless and at the mercy of the men in the van.
“We are going to have our way with you now,” the voice said. Angela felt her dress lifted up and a hand rubbing her pussy through her panties. Even though she was scared she felt her self starting to get wet, and the owner of the hand felt it to.
“Hey this bitch likes this,” another voice said.
The voice was right. The had played with her pussy through her panties for a bit longer, then the hand stopped and her panties were ripped off in one yank. She gave a yelp but it was not herd through the gag.
One of the men knelt down in front of her and held something in his hand. It looked like a metal ring with two straps on it. She then realized what it was.
“I can see by the look in your eye that you know what this is, but just to help you along it is a ring gag. It will keep you from making you screaming and still give us the use of your mouth,” said the man in the mask. “I am going to remove the gag you have in and replace it with this one. If you scream you will be killed. Do you understand?” Angela gave a nod and the man leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag and dropped it to the floor of the van. He then forced the ring gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
Angela then felt something at the opening to her pussy. Before she could do anything a large cock was shoved into her and she gave yelp. Then a cock was in front of her face. Angela knew where that was going. The cock was pushed into her mouth. She felt the cock slide in and force its way down her throat. The man started to fuck her mouth and with long strokes. The cock in her pussy was doing the same.
Angela felt her orgasm build and she knew she was about to cum when the cock in her pussy shoot its load deep into her. Her body started to shake as her orgasm happened. Then the cock in her mouth shot its load down her throat.
“Ok you two that is enough,” said the voice,” You now know what it is liked to be used. And just from what I see you liked it.”
The voice was right. Angela liked the fact that she was used and had no say in it. She hoped that there was more in store for her, but her feet and hands being untied. She was pulled to the door in the van.
“Do not say anything.” The voice said. She was then pushed out of the van. She was able to maintain her footing as the van speed away. She ran back to her car got in and locked the doors. She then reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. She through it in her purse started the car and drove home.
When she got home she locked her door and went to the bath room and started the shower. She took off her dress and bra and looked at her body in the mirror. She saw the red marks where her panties were ripped from her body. In the shower she cleaned her self.
When she got out of the shower she rapped a towel around her body and went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and thought about what happened. She smiled and lay back on the bed and fingered her self to second best orgasm of her life. The first being the one she had in the van. Once the orgasm subsided she heard her computer beep. She had a message on her massager. It read if she had a good night. She said yes and sent it back.
She got another one back saying if she would like to have some more fun. She thought it was a weird thing to say. She the got sent a photo to her. She downloaded it and when it came up she gave a yelp. It was the panties that had been ripped off her in the van. She got another message it asked if she would like to be used some more in the future. She thought for a minute and then typed back yes. The next message said they would be in touch. She shut down the computer and lay on the bed and thought what was going to happen next. This thought played over in her head as she fingered her self to another orgasm.
Angela hand a night full of erotic dreams that consisted of her being raped by men in masked that had her doing all manner of things. One man had her suck his cock while another was fucking her ass. Then she was being fuck in her cunt while a big cock was shoved down her throat.
When she woke the next morning she thought it was all a dream. She turned on her computer and then saw the messages from the night before. Then she remembered everything that happened to her. Just thinking of it got her all wet again. Angela was about to go get her vibrator when her computer told her she had mail. She opened the mail and the first thing she saw was a photo of her with a cock in her moth. It was from last night in the van. She scrolled down to read what it said.
I hope you have recovered from last night. You will be getting a package delivered to you today. There will be something’s in it for you and some instructions for you to follow. See you soon…
She read it again and then again. She did not know what was going on but it had her turned like never before. Then she heard the doorbell ring. She grabbed her robe and ran to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw a delivery man. She opened the door and said hi.
The man was surprised to see a young woman in a sexy robe. “I have a package for Angela.”
“That is me,” she said with a big smile. The man smiled and handed her the box. When she opened the door fully her robe slipped and gave the man a good view of her breasts. She turned and bent over to set the box down. This gave the delivery guy a good view of her ass.
When she turned back around the guy was holding a clip board asking her to sign for the package. She did and smiled as she closed the door. Grabbing the box she ran back to her bed room and through it on the bed and ripped it open. The first thing she pulled out was a long black leather trench coat. She set it on the bed and pulled out the next thing in the box. It was a leather collar that had four metal rings on it. She then looked it over she saw that it could be locked around her neck with a small lock. Setting it side she grabbed the next thing in the box. It was a pair of black stripper heels. Looking them over she saw that they to could also be lock to her feet. She then pulled out a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Looking them over she saw that like the collar these also had four small rings in them and like the collar and the shoes they to could be locked to her with small lock. The last things in the box were seven small locks (all unlocked), a cell phone, and a note.
The note was hand written and on expensive paper and had a seal on the bottom of it. You are to strip naked and put on the collar and the shoes. Then put the restraints on your wrists and ankles. You will use the locks to lock them in place. Then put on the coat and wait for a call on the cell phone. Keep this letter you will need it later.
She read it two more times and set it down on the bed. She got up and took off her robe and let it dropped to the floor. Looking over all the stuff that had been in the box she got very aroused. Knowing everything that was going to happen to her was again out of her control. She then picked up the collar and with put it around her neck. It was a snug fit and taking one of the small locks locked it in place. She then put on the shoes and locked them into place. The restraints were next. She fastened the ones on her ankles first and locked them in place. She then put on the ones on her wrists and locked them in place.
She looked at her self in the mirror and it was then that there was no going back as everything she had on needed a key to be removed. She then called in sick to her job saying that she had caught the flu going around. Being Thursday she knew that being out for the rest of the week would not be questioned. She then put on the coat buttoned it up and looked in the mirror and saw that the coat covered most of her body. The collar and the cuffs was the only thing that could be seen. Grabbing the note and the phone she went into the living room and sat in a chair and waited for the call. After about ten minutes the call came.
“Are you dressed yet,” the voice said.
“Yes,” she said with a bit of a shaky voice.
“A car will pick you up in five minutes. It will bring you to a hotel. Take the note to the front desk, show it to the man at the desk; he will then give you a key to a room. You are not to talk to or say anything to anyone. When you have the key go to the room,” and then the caller hung up.
Angela waited and in five minutes there was a knock at the door. She grabbed the note and the phone and answered the door. There was a man in a suit and sunglasses standing there. She stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. She was led to a black limo with dark windows. The man opened the door to the limo and Angela got in and sat down on the leather seat. The man closed the door and got into the driver seat and pulled the car away from the curb. The windows were so dark she could not see out. So she was forced to sit and wait for what ever was going to happen.
It was a long ride and just when Angela was about to ask the driver how much longer the car pulled to a stop. The door was then opened by a door man. It was then that Angel got her first look around since leaving her home. She now stood out side of a four star hotel in the center of the city.
Thanking the doorman she went into the lobby of the hotel and went right for the front desk. She was getting some looks as she headed for the desk. Angela did not look at anybody in the lobby. She just went to the front desk. The man at the desk asked her if he could help her. She handed him the note and he looked it over. With out saying a word he gave her a card key and told her it was for room 1506.
She smiled and went to the elevator. When she got on the elevator a man gave her a look and smiled. The ride up seemed to take forever. When the doors opened she was on the 15th floor. She walked down to room 1506 and using the key opened the door. The room was dark with no lights on and the drapes over the windows were all closed.
“Please closed the door and lock the dead bolt,” said the now familiar voice. She did as she was told and closed the door and engaged the dead bolt. She then walked into the main sitting area of the room. She saw a man sitting in a chair next to an end table. The man was in complete shadow and she could not make out any details of the man.
“Take off the coat and let it fall to the floor,” the man said. She undid the coat and let it fall to the floor. She was now standing naked in front of someone that she did not even know. She was scared and turned on at the same time. She was getting a bit wet between the legs and this made it even scarier for her.
“I have been watching you for a while now,” said the man. “I know you like sex and I know you like it when you have the control taken from you. That is why I am making you this offer. You will become my servant for me you will do what I tell you and it will involve sex in many forms. You will be asked to do things with me and with people I tell you to do things with. You will not have any damage done to your body and you will be protected when not under my supervision. I know you have done things in the past and you liked them. If you do agree to be my slave you will sign a contract that says you will be mine for one year. At the end of that year you will be aloud to renew the contract or leave. If you leave you will be given one hundred thousand dollars in an off shore account, but if you renew the contract you will still get the money and another hundred thousand for the next year. Do you have any questions? ”
Angela could not believe what this man was saying. She would be his slave for a year, but if she did this she would get a lot of money. The thought of not having control of her life was scary but the thought of it was getting her very wet.
“If I do this where would I live,” Angela said
“I will let you live in a condo near by. You would have to quite your job and sell your car and move. Your stuff you have now would be put into storage. I will supply you with cloths for your new role,” he said. “Are you ready to sign?”
She thought about it for a minute. Her mind told her no but her body said yes and this was one of her fantasies. When the year was up she would get the money and what could he have her do that she has not done her self. She said yes to him and waited for what was to come.
“Ok I will have you sign the contract now. Once you do sign you will not be aloud to go back you will be mine,” Said the man. He then turned on the overhead light and she got her first look at him.
He was in a nice looking suit and was very handsome. He had a goatee and looked to be in good shape. She saw the paper on the table. She could not make any details out on it but it looked to have a lot of writing on it.
“Come over here and sign the contract and your new life will begin,” he said.
She walked over to him and saw the contract and a nice pin. She could see he was looking her over and she felt her self wishing she had the coat on. She leaned over picked up the pen and signed the contract. She put the pin down and took a step back.
“Ok we are going to begin. From this moment forward you will only call me master, is that under stood,” he said as he stood before her.
“Yes master,” was all she said.
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Roberto’s Feast

35-year-old Roberto de Torrez sat on his ergonomic office chair, staring at the computer screen while beating his meat. He was in his small basement apartment, under the house of his parents Hank and Jane de Torrez. This was a small apartment that contained his chair, his bed, his refridgerator and his computer. The refridgerator contained hohos and Chef Boyardee ravioli, which were all Roberto ate. He was a loser because he lived with his parents and only ate Chef Boyardee and hohos, and he wasn’t even willing to try high-quality gourmet food.
The video he was watching was of an older gentleman raping a 5-year-old girl in the ass and pussy. Then he took a shit in her mouth. That shit made Roberto hard! When the video was finished, Roberto clicked a link that advertised a similar video. Little did he know it was a decoy link designed to lure in pedophiles.
“Hmm, that’s odd,” said Roberto. “There’s no video!” But it was getting late, and he kust decided to go to bed.
Upstairs, Hank and Jane de Torrez were snuggling on a couch, watching a soap opera on TV. There was a knock at the door.
“I wonder who could be knocking at the door at this time of night?” said Hank.
“I’m not sure, why don’t you go and see?” responded Jane
“Nah,” replied Hank. “I’d rather watch this soap in peace!” but whomever was behind the door didn’t take that as an answer. A crowbar was wrenched through the side and the door was ripped from its hinges.
The obese, crowbar-wielding woman standing behind the door frame stared angrily at Hank and Jane. She was extremely fat, with short gray hair. She was wearing a business suit. This woman’s name was Gay.
“Is this the house of Roberto de Torrez?” she demanded.
“n-no, he’s downstairs” said Hank, rather nervously.
“Well, ok. Thank you for your help,” said Gay. She went down the stairs to the basement, and screamed, waking Roberto up.
“Who the fuck are you?” asked Roberto angrily.
“Is this Roberto de Torrez?” demanded Gay.
“Uh, no,” said Roberto. “He lives in the house next door.”
“Alright sir, thank you for your help” said Gay. Roberto went back to sleep and Gay went to the next house. She crowbarred the door open, to find a very attractive young woman of about 18 years old. She was about 5’8, with long blonde hair and a nice set of tits. Gay despised women with nice tits because they were objects of sexual attraction for men, and this was a horrible thing. Men were evil and manipulate dthe minds of innocent women and all they cared about was sex.
“Eww,” said the woman. “You’re fat and ugly, and I think there should only be hot chicks like me because that’s what the guys like!”
This made Gay furious. She bashed the woman in the head with her crowbar. She fell to the ground, too dazed to scream in pain. She was out cold. Gay continued to bash until her skull was fractured and bits of brain were seeping from the cracks. She stepped on the body and mashed it up until is was a bloddy mess. Then she fucked the woman in the ass with a crowbar. She pulled the now-beshitted crowbar and licked it clean of blood and shit. She then took the mass and buried it under ground in the yard.
“Another job well-done by Gay!” she said Triumphantly, getting in her car and driving away.
After a while, the mangled body began to rot. Roberto, being underground and adjacent to the body, smelled it. He decided to see what was making the smell, so he went to the neighbor’s yard and dug up the body. He dragged it home.
“WHat the fuck is that?” asked Hank and Jane together.
“It’s a haloween decoration” said Roberto.
“That’s one realistic Halloween decoration” said Jane. “We won’t be having and trick-or-treaters this year, they’ll all be scared!”
“Good,” said Hank. “More candy for me.”
Roberto dragged the body downstairs and fucked it on the spot. It fell apart into a mangled glob of skin mashed internal organs, shattered bones, blood, rotting flesh, shit, piss and Roberto’s semen, and was infested with maggots and other vermin. Roberto picked up the mass and put it in his refridgerator. Soon it froze into a chunk. Now, whenever he was hungry, he tooka piece and ate it instead of ravioli or a hoho. Mmm… it tasted liek a chunky popsicle only better.
Hank and Jane soon grew suspicious of the goings-on in the basement, and came down to investigate. They saw Roberto eating the stuff, and wanted soem too. They ate soem and started having a three-some.
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Miles away, in an office, Gay’s sex-o-meter rang.
“Oh god, someone’s having sex!” said Gay. Shegrabbed her corwbar and her trusty old canine companion, Fido and ran out the door. Soon they arrived at the de Torrez residence. Gay was enthralled by what she saw.
Hank, Jane, Roberto and Gay all had a romantic candle-lit dinner and finished the rest of the chunk. THey even put some in Fido’s food dish. After that they all had a major orgy. Gay’s life was changed from that day on and was no longer a fucking bitch. The end.

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Kalla: Ch. 5

This is the last chapter as there is virtually no interests at all in the story. Thank you for your time.

Fiction

Two Tales About Jack And Mary

This is a story in two parts. Two very different parts. One common complaint I have read about my stories that involve young girls is that they aren’t realistic. I have tried to explain that these kinds of stories really can’t be realistic, at least not to me. My girls have physical attributes of young girls, yet have the maturity of someone much older. Young girls aren’t ready emotionally or physically for sex or intimacy, no matter what they might think, so I create an impossible world, much like Hollywood with every action movie ever made. This time, however I created two stories with the same characters, one in an imaginary world and one in a more real world. How old is this girl? Use your imagination because I’m not sayin’, Make her an older teen, or as young as you like, that part of the story is up to you. Now, on to the story and I hope you enjoy it.
Mary stood at her bedroom door, her heart pounding in her head as she pressed her ear to the bedroom door. Who did she hear? Was anybody there? Mary caressed the door and closed her eyes tightly and hoped Jack was out there. Her mother had just been arguing with Jack a short while ago, but now all was silence. Mary and her mother had moved in with Jack a few months ago, and already Mary felt things for Jack that she had never felt before, feelings and affection that she had heard about, but until now she had never known. Mary looked down and let her fingers drift over the shiny brass knob that would answer her question. She hesitated, just feeling the cold, smooth surface then closed her eyes, “Please be there” she whispered to herself, and quietly opened the door.
The apartment was quiet and all she could hear was the distant rumble of the traffic in front of the building. Mary walked on her tip toes down the short hall to the family room, then froze and listened… nothing! Mary peered around the corner, the family room was empty, the TV was dark but she could hear the soft ticking of an unseen clock. Her head slipped further around the corner and surveyed the room, but still saw nobody. Mary took a few more exaggerated steps, trying to be as quiet as she could, until she was near the kitchen, and once more she listened, and this time she heard something. Someone set a glass down on the kitchen table and sighed. Mary’s heart raced, “Jack” she said in her head. Mary took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen.
Jack sat alone in his kitchen and nursed a warm glass of milk. Warm milk always settled his stomach when he needed help getting to sleep, and he knew he would need help tonight. His girlfriend Cheryl had just stormed off again after already disappearing once before this very same month. Jack just stared into the warm, white glass and wondered how he always managed to get hooked up with the nut jobs. He would have kicked Cheryl out after she had run off the first time, but he felt sorry for Cheryl’s sweet daughter, Mary. Mary was a cute young thing, always sweet and friendly to Jack and always well behaved and helpful. How she could be Cheryl’s daughter, he didn’t know.
Jack heard something and his heart began to beat faster, Mary must be out of her room and walking around. Jack listened quietly but when he didn’t hear anything more he began to wonder if he was hearing things. Mary had gone to bed about 9:00, but that was three hours ago, so when her smiling face didn’t immediately appear he went back to nursing his warm milk. Jack had just set the glass down when Mary walked silently around the corner, “Hey there kid, what are you doing still awake”?
Mary looked just like her mom with thick, dark hair that fell down in waves to the middle of her back, beautiful green eyes and full red kissable lips, and while Cheryl had a dark side that Jack had discovered too late, Mary didn’t seem to have a negative bone in her body. Mary was thick, like her mom and she was a little self conscious about it, but Jack thought she was beautiful just as she was and he was jealous of the undeserving slug that would someday marry her, “I couldn’t sleep… I heard you and mom arguing”.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear any of that”.
Mary smiled sweetly, “I know, Jack”.
Jack stood up and asked, “How about a nice warm glass of milk to help you get back to sleep”?
“OK”.
Jack added some milk to what was already on the stove and turned on the burner. He turned back to Mary who was facing him with her back to the sink, she was wearing pink cotton pajamas, pants that went to her knees and a tank top, both made from fabric that was almost see through, it was so thin. Jack smiled and Mary smiled in return. Jack couldn’t help but look her over, his eyes drinking in her pretty face, those striking eyes and full, red lips. His eyes softly caressed first her budding breasts and then the gentle curve of her belly. Her pajama pants clung seductively to her round hips and as form fitting and thin as they were, Jack was delighted to see Mary wore nothing underneath. “I’m glad you’re here, I could use the company”.
Mary smiled sweetly, she had seen his gaze and she knew he liked her, “Why do you put up with her”?
“Oh… I don’t know”.
“It can’t be love. The way she treats you, you have to know she doesn’t really love you”.
Jack was amazed at how mature Mary was, he always had been and he really wanted to say that he let them stay because he didn’t want to lose Mary, and he didn’t give a damn about Cheryl. “Your mother is a complicated person, kiddo. She….” How should he put it without putting Cheryl down? Mary was her daughter and as much as he wanted to call Cheryl a worthless bitch and that he wished there was some way to make Mary his own, he was afraid he would scare her away, and never see her again. “Mary… your mom has problems”.
“Yeah, she’s a drug addict and a bitch”.
“Mary! Please, she’s your mother, show her some respect for that”.
Laughing now, Mary said, “What has she ever done for me, or for you! My mom takes from everyone, and now she taking from you. Taking and not giving you anything in return”.
Jack felt like he was hit in the gut. Mary was right, like she always was. He plopped into a chair and for a moment let his chin fall to his chest, then with tears welling up into his eyes, he looked up into Mary’s concerned face, and in spite of himself, Jack opened up to Mary in a way he swore he never would, “That’s not true. Your mom has given me something. Something so precious, that I’m afraid she will take it from me and I’ll never see it again. If that happens, I… I think I couldn’t live another day”.
Mary’s jaw dropped, and she began to weep, a tear on each cheek, she approached Jack and sat in his lap. Mary had never been so close to Jack, but it felt so natural to fold herself into his arms, she whispered, “I’ll never let her take me away from you, Jack, I’ll kill her before I let her do that”.
Jack held Mary close, his face buried in her sweet smelling hair, he embraced her, and said “Your staying or leaving isn’t for you or me to say”.
Mary had always dreamed of running her fingers through Jacks hair, and now she couldn’t resist doing just that. Mary felt Jacks tears on her neck as he nuzzled her and she breathed deep the scent his hair, she wanted to always remember what he smelled like. Mary cradled Jacks head and kissed it, “No one can keep me from you. Nobody has ever made me feel like you do and I won’t let that get away”. With her cheeks streaked with tears she lifted his face to hers and she kissed him.
Jack was shocked at this turn of events, but his conflicted mind kept him from doing the right thing and pulling away. His love for Mary filled his heart and his desire for her filled his cock. He began to kiss her back, timidly at first but then with a growing urgency and an increasingly unwieldy lust.
Mary kept her hands on Jacks head, cradling his beautiful face, covering his rugged skin lightly with her lips then with long and increasingly lustful kisses. During one of those kisses, Mary felt Jack try to probe her mouth with his tongue. Her first French kiss filled Mary with joy. She held onto Jacks face and turned herself so that she straddled his lap. Jack placed his hands on Mary’s hips and pulled her tight against himself.
Mary felt Jack’s erection resting against her belly, and she smiled. Mary had learned in school that a man’s hard penis meant that he thought the girl was pretty and he was ready to have sex, Mary knew she wanted to have sex with Jack because she felt a growing tingling in her belly, and a warm feeling filling her vagina, making her wet. Mary’s hands began to drift down from Jack’s face, first to his toned and muscular chest then softly down across his flat stomach and finally to the mysterious penis that was sprouting between her legs. Mary sighed when she finally touched it, her hot breath mingling with Jacks as his tongue thrust and curled with hers, gentle and erotic sword play that delighted Mary.
Jack finally stood with Mary clinging to him, her lips locked against his and he carried little Mary to his bed. Mary’s heart raced when she figured out where Jack was taking her, she knew he was going to make her his lover and she would lose her virginity, Mary smiled to herself and began grinding her vagina against her soon to be lovers hard shaft, amazed at how good it made her feel.
Jack set Mary down on his bed and with one quick motion, he dropped his shorts
“I always hoped you’d like me, Jack, because I really like you”.
“I more than like you, baby, I think you are something so very special”.
“What about my mom”?
Jack smiled, “What about her? If she never came back I wouldn’t miss her. If she took you away, I’d hunt you down and take you back, I can’t live without you”.
“Then I won’t leave” Mary smiled.
Jack was on top of her, and Mary felt so small, and helpless under his hulking mass, but at the same time she felt loved, and safe. Mary wrapped her hands around Jacks neck and pulled his face to hers and once more they kissed, but this time just for a moment before Jack broke away, breathless, “I need you Mary” he said.
Mary stared into Jacks eyes and said ever so softly, “I need you too”.
Jack seemed hesitant, even to Mary, but he quickly regained his nerve and he took hold of her top and began to pull it slowly toward her head. Mary arched her back to make it easier and then lifted her head as Jack unveiled his lovers torso, then Jack sat back and admired his young lover. Her soft belly was so pale as were her gently rounded breasts. Mary’s nipples were small, about the size of a nickel, and each was topped by small, hard, point and it excited him to finally see them erect and uncovered.
“Am I too fat” Mary asked, nervous at Jacks long silence?
“What? Oh… no, no… you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I wouldn’t change a thing about you”.
Mary smiled, thrilled at being called “Beautiful”, and then she allowed her eyes to wander over her older lover. Jacks short, tousled hair and rugged face were a handsome combination. His chiseled and broad chest was covered by neatly trimmed hair and crowned a slim and flat belly. Mary reached out and caressed Jacks arms, marveling at the gentle strength they possessed, but finally her gaze fell upon the the ultimate mystery, her lovers long, thick cock. Mary still had trouble believing he was so long and hard for her, but what else could she believe, because there it was standing tall and proud, “Are you going to put that inside me”?
“If that’s OK” Jack said softly.
“I’d like that”.
Jack smiled and reached for Mary’s waist band. Mary lifted her hips and slowly Jack uncovered Marys most intimate and private parts. Mary watched Jacks face, still worried she and her young body wouldn’t meet his expectations, but all she saw in his eyes was wonder.
Jack felt his cock jump when her saw Mary’s virginal pussy for the first time and while he had begun the unveiling slowly, he finished with a flourish as he tossed the thin, cotton pants aside and perhaps a little roughly he opened Mary’s legs.
Mary gasped, but never was afraid, never feared this man who was going to take her places she never dreamed existed, her heart pounded in anticipation of a night filled with adult pleasures and the security of another’s love, “Ok Jack” she whispered breathlessly.
Jack, like a man possessed opened Mary’s legs and with a glazed look on his face brought his lips to the warm space they hid. Mary smelled of long frustrated lust, the musk of simmering desire, and when his tongue touched her tightly closed blossom, she suddenly opened, her pink petals covered with the dew of desire, the taste of spring and youth. Jack was a man possessed, a rutting buck, panting and chuffing as her devoured Mary’s innocence. Jack would pause briefly every now and again to express his feelings for his goddess of youth, “I love you Mary”, he would say, or “You are the most beautiful creature in the world”.
Mary’s heart swelled to hear these words, and the electric feeling of this man’s ministrations on her sex only accentuated the feelings she held for him. The bonds of love were being welded by the heat of their desire, their lusts. Mary’s breathing was becoming ragged as Jacks tongue worked her most sensitive spot. She had long dreamed of this moment, and her excitement was building far more quickly than even she had dreamed, “I love you too Jack” she managed to say. Jack stopped what he was doing and looked her way, a big, wet smile pasted on his lips. Mary smiled in return.
Jack grabbed Mary at the hips and rolled her to her belly. Mary followed her experienced lovers lead, but was slightly confused when he lifted her hips off the bed and she found herself on her knees, but then Jack did the most amazing thing, his tongue found her slit once more, but this time he also brought his finger, and with it he began probing a little deeper than his tongue could. Mary settled her head back down to the pillow and closed her eyes. Jack’s fingers were slipping in and out and also circling her slippery little button, and all the while his tongue continued to probe the outermost edges of her virginal opening. Jack then pulled his face back and watched himself bring these new pleasures to his young lover, but his gaze was brought again and again to the pleasantly rounded ass, and he watched as her muscles contracted and relaxed as she experienced each little flash of pleasure, firing over and over and Jack slowly built of the nerve to push things just a little more.
“I love you Jack” Mary whispered once more, “I love you so much”.
“I love you too, baby” Jack answered breathlessly, “and I need you like I’ve never needed anyone ever before”, and with that Jack brought his lips down to Mary’s ass. He kissed first one cheek, then the other, and all the time Mary just continued to coo her approval, then with determination and purpose, Jack brought his tongue to Mary’s little pucker hole. He pressed it against her tightly closed folds and began to massage her.
Mary took in a great breath, “Oh, Jack” she exhaled, and buried her face in her pillow and began to groan.
Jack thought he might cum right then, but he wanted to wait until he was inside Mary. He wanted to fill her with his seed, he wanted to take away Mary’s virginity and mark her as his own. He knew then that he would even murder Cheryl to guarantee that Mary was always with him. Mary stiffened and began to moan into her pillow, when suddenly her ass spasmed open and Jack let his tongue go deep into Mary’s dark recess. Mary felt and tasted better than he imagined anyone could, but most of all Jack was pleased that Mary enjoyed what he did as much as he enjoyed doing it. As Mary’s orgasm slowed and eventually stopped Jack reluctantly rose from his position and they both found themselves smiling at each other, until Jack moved to kiss her. Their tongues were quickly in a wrestling match, twisting and twirling around each other.
Mary finally rolled and broke the kiss with a playful giggle, “That was amazing”.
Jack climbed over her and sat against the headboard, his erection reaching for the sky. He was so sensitive, he realized he wouldn’t last but a few moments the first time, but hopefully long enough to break in his young lover, “Come over here, beautiful”.
Mary got on her knees and moved to Jacks side and then he guided her to straddle his lap, “What do you want to do now” she asked playfully.
“I think you know” Jack almost growled.
Mary smiled at him, perhaps she should have been nervous at what was coming but she only felt the need to please her man, to satisfy him like he had satisfied her. Jack pulled Mary’s pussy against his ridged manhood and kissed her lustily once more. Mary let him and began sliding her slick self up and down Jacks cock. Mary was beginning to feely those electric shocks once more and she cradled Jacks face in her hands. Jacks hands were at Mary’s other end, squeezing and kneading the ample round globes that she was beginning to realize Jack had a keen interest in, and interest Mary was keen to satisfy. Jack lifted Mary and she soon felt the firm tip of her lovers rod probing at the entrance of her waiting shaft, and with no time to react in either protest or encouragement Jack was inside, but just.
Mary gasped and tensed, her eyes suddenly wide in fear, the tip of her nose at the tip of Jacks nose, and like this the two lovers stayed, frozen and silent but for their breathing.
“I’ll go slow, if it hurts too much, I’ll stop”.
Mary nodded her head, but her look was still fearful. Jack lowered her, just slightly, then brought her back up. Mary’s juices were flowing freely and liberally covering Jack aching cock. Jack lowered her once more until he felt the resistance of Mary’s cherry, her soon to be late hymen. Mary began kissing Jack once more, but just a little less lustily, her kisses were soft and gentle, an unconscious encouragement for Jack to do the same, and all the while Jack raised and lowered her, effortlessly, pushing and straining, but not breaking Mary’s virginal shroud, but as Mary grew used to this intruder, and began to realized the pleasures it could bring her, she began moving her hips, forward and back, as her kisses returned to their formerly lusty state, and then with determination Mary thrust as Jack lowered her and she broke through. Mary winced and froze for a short moment, but then she felt something happening inside her, she felt Jack move, a slight twitch at first, but then she heard him moan in her ear and he began to pulsate inside her, and to her amazement, she felt his warm seed filling her. Jack tried to move Mary up and down, just a little, but he was having trouble, so Mary began rocking herself on Jack, looking at his handsome face, his eyes closed and the strangest expression on his face, so this is how a man looks when he orgasms, she thought. Jack was beet red, the veins on his neck were bulging and his nostrils flared as Mary did her innocent best to help him to pleasure, and as suddenly as it had begun, Jack relaxed and sighed his satisfaction and then slowly opened his eyes to look into Mary’s glowing face, “I love you sweet Mary” Jack whispered, and then softly he kissed Mary’s warm lips.
Mary kissed him back then whispered in return, “And I love you to”.
Jack began to nuzzle Mary’s ear and neck, and in voice filled with love he said, “Run away with me”.
Mary pulled back, surprised, and tears filled her eyes, “Do you mean it? Just you and me”?
His heart leapt in his chest when he saw haw happy that made Mary, “Yes, just you and me”.
“When” Mary’s excitement was overflowing, “right now”?
Jack laughed, “Why the rush” Jack asked as he pulled Mary close, “I want to hold you all night long”.
Mary smiled slyly, “What if my mom comes home tonight”?
“We’ll tie her up and then make love till morning”.
Mary laughed softly as she kissed Jack, this was going to be the best night of her life!
Part II
Mary stood at her bedroom door, her heart pounding in her head as she pressed her ear to the bedroom door. Who did she hear? Was anybody there? Mary caressed the door and closed her eyes tightly and hoped Jack wasn’t out there. Her mother had just been arguing with Jack a short while ago, but now all was silence. Mary and her mother had moved in with Jack a few months ago, and already Mary felt things about Jack that she had never felt before, feelings that she had heard about, but until now she had never known. Mary looked down and let her fingers drift over the shiny brass knob that would answer her question. She hesitated, just feeling the cold, smooth surface then closed her eyes, “Please be gone” she whispered to herself, and quietly opened the door.
Normally Mary would have stayed in her room, the flimsy lock gave her a small feeling of security, but tonight she was driven by hunger. Mary hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, and she got terrible headaches when she went too long without eating. The apartment was quiet, just the ticking of an unseen clock, so Mary tip toed toward the kitchen, pausing occasionally to listen, but always, silence. The kitchen was dark, and Mary smiled and sighed, she was alone and stepped into her nightmare.
“Hello Mary”.
Mary yelped and turned to the sound of Jacks voice, “I just came to get something to eat”.
The dark figure at the table waved a bottle toward the refrigerator and slurred, “Go ahead, sweetie. What’s mine is yours”.
Mary turned to the possibility of food, sweat seeping out onto her forehead, and asking herself what she had done to deserve this life. When she opened the fridge she found little to eat, a small empty jar of mayo, and some desiccated and half eaten leftover bits of fast food. The only fresh food in there was the beer.
“What’s wrong, don’t see anything you like”?
Mary felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes as she slowly closed the door, “I guess I’m not really hungry” she whispered.
“Grab a beer, that’ll help you sleep”.
“No thank you” Mary said as she tried to extricate herself from the kitchen, but suddenly there was a loud clattering as Jack jumped up from the table.
“What’s your hurry” he said as he grabbed her.
Mary squealed, “Please let go”.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you cupcake”?
“No… no Jack, you just startled me”.
“Good, then why don’t you keep me company for a little while”.
Mary could smell the stale beer on Jacks breath and “I’m really tired, I think I should be getting to bed”.
“Nonsense, stay up and keep Jack company, we’ll have some fun, what do ya say”?
Mary pulled and struggled against Jacks grip, but she was being held tight, and that’s when Mary noticed the small tent pole in Jacks boxers, “Please let me go Jack, I have school tomorrow”.
Jack growled menacingly, “I think your schoolin’ is going to begin tonight”.
Mary’s heart was racing and she looked around for some escape but found none. Jack pulled her against himself and she felt his bony hands begin pawing her, but worst of all was the feel of his little erection rubbing against her back as she struggled to escape, “Please Jack, I want to go to bed”, and as soon as she said that, she regretted it. Too many time she had heard her mother’s cries as Jack had beaten her lock inside his bedroom.
“That’s a great idea” he laughed as he picked her up and began to carry her to his room.
Mary felt Jacks hands touch her places she didn’t want anyone to touch, but she was defenseless, Mary screamed, and quickly regretted that too.
Jack flung her to his bed where Mary landed like a rag doll amongst the smelly sheets and blankets, the smell of stale bodies and sweat filled her nose as she tried to scramble away, but Jack grabbed her ankle and dragged her back and his bony fingers quickly slapped Mary’s tender face, “Where do you think you’re going, you ungrateful bitch. You’re just like your mother, just take, take, take, well what about me, what about my needs. At least your mom is out tonight earning some money, but what the hell good are you”?
Mary was panicked, this was worse than she had ever dared imagine, she knew Jack was going to rape her, and couldn’t do anything about it.
“Well… you haven’t been any good to me, but I’ll change that, I’ll teach you a useful little skill. I’ll teach you how to please a man and you can join your mother turning tricks, how does that sound? Hmm” he added for emphasis?
Jack dropped his boxers and Mary looked at him, repulsed at what she saw. Jack was skinny, almost wasted, and his crooked little erection did nothing but make Mary want to retch. Jack grabbed Mary’s pajama bottoms and ripped them from her, her pale skin exposed to Jack’s leering gaze for the first time, and Mary felt her skin crawl at the thought of this creature finding her deserving of his attentions, and she tried once more, “If you stop, I promise I won’t tell my mom what you did”.
Jack laughed deep and hearty at that, “What make you think I care about what that bitch knows or thinks? Now spread you legs, little girl, because I’m about to make you a woman”.
Mary did the only thing she could think of, she kicked at Jack, but this time his reaction was a split second too slow and Mary felt her foot contact the part of Jacks anatomy that sickened her most, and when she did she saw an immediate change in Jacks expression. Jacks eyes opened wide and his mouth formed a tight little O, and then, as if watching life as a slow motion film, she saw Jack stumble back one step, then two, and then due to forces unknown she watched as Jack fell backward, his arms reaching out to grab invisible supports, but finding none, his body continued on its journey. Down and down he fell and Mary sat up higher, surprised, but unsure how to capitalize on her good fortune. Before Jack hit the ground, his head made contact with a chest that was behind him, and Mary heard a sickening sound she was sure she wouldn’t soon forget. Jacks body finally landed in a heap on the floor, and quickly began to shake in fits, his mouth foaming, and strangely his eyes still half open.
Mary scrambled from the bed and dashed from the room, and flinging the apartment door open she dashed outside into the night, half naked, and crying inconsolably. She flung herself down the stairs into the courtyard below and began screaming for help. She saw faces appear in the windows that rung the courtyard, but no one came to her aide, so Mary collapsed into a ball amongst the weeds that had perhaps once been a lawn, and she wept.
She wept until she felt someone’s hands upon her shoulders, “What’s the trouble, sweetheart”?
Mary looked up to see the handsome face of a young police officer. Mary immediately felt at ease, she would be safe now. Mary quickly vomited the details of her evening nightmare to the ever more troubled officer’s face.
The young officer radioed for assistance and assisted the girl to his patrol car. Unable to resist the officer looked at his young charge, and he admired her shapely rear ass and for a brief moment, he imagioned how it would feel to touch it, but he stayed ever the gentleman, and as soon as he had a chance he covered Mary, but not until he had one more glance at her treasures, the vision of which would keep him warm for many nights to come.
When help arrived, the young officer recruited a female officer to watch Mary and then with a parting smile he joined the others as they made entry into the apartment to fine the mortally wounded Jack lying where Mary had left him. The officers all milled around as they awaited the Paramedics to arrive and pronounce him dead. The young officer stayed away from the girl he had found, he didn’t want to be tempted by her again, and he felt a little shame for his thoughts, but then he smiled, thoughts don’t hurt anyone, and really, who’s to know?

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The Neighbors 3

After my session with Denise and Charlie, I could die a happy man, I mean really, two fantastically hot teenagers had fucked me silly, hell, I even took Charlie’s virgin asshole, but alas the worlds time schedule is its own, so I didn’t get to repeat the performance the rest of that week.
Friday comes, I head to the gym to get back into my routine, I had found a nice place not too far from my house, so I decided to put my things in a small pack, and jog over.
I arrive at the gym, check in with the instructor at the front desk, then go about my workout, I’m on a station doing lat presses when I hear “owwww.. help please!!…”, I look towards the voice, and see a young lady having trouble with a butterfly machine, I jump over to her, see that she had used way too much weight and was currently sitting with her legs pulled wide open.
I pull the two attachments together, straining, I tell her “get your legs out now!” she quickly pulls her legs up and out, I slowly let the arms open again, she is climbing out of the seat, and as she gets down she cries out “owwww.damn it!, I move to her “are you okay?” I ask, “owww..no..something’s going on with my inner thighs…owww” she cries, without a word I pick her up and take her to one of the tables, and set her down.
“it sounds like your having spasms from over exerting your adductor longus” I said “my what?…and do I need to go to the hospital for this?” she asks with concern in her voice, “adductor longus…those are the long muscles on the inside of your thighs…and no..no hospital…” I laugh “you just need to massage the muscles to stop the spasms…would you like me to show you?” I ask.
“would you please….it hurts so fucking bad right now…oh god..I’m so sorry about the language..but it really does hurt” she pleas, I chuckle and tell her “don’t worry about the language…I’ve heard….and said a whole lot worse….lay back, and move your right leg so your knee is bent ninety degrees, it will hurt, but I’ll get it to feel better”.
She complies, and I start to knead the muscles starting closest to her knee, then working my way up the inside of her thigh “ohhhh….god…that feels sooooo good” she moans as I work the knots from her muscle “ohhh…seeing as we’re being so intimate…mmmm…damn….my name is Alexis Duval….and you are…ohhh..god” She says, laughing again I say “nope, not god….just Steve Edwards at your humble service, rescuer of maidens in distress”
Giggling she say’s “it’s nice to meet a rescuer of maidens Steve”, I move to the other side of the table and tell her “now the same thing with this leg, but don’t bring the other leg back yet, we want to keep the muscle elongated until the lactic acid has bled off some”.
I massaged the muscles again, eliciting more moans from her, she quips “god I sound like a proper slut here…but it feels so good not hurting..” I chuckle politely, “not going to judge you” but the truth of the matter, is that her moans were causing a reaction I didn’t really want at the moment, so I shifted myself to try and keep things under control.
After I finish getting the spasms to subside, I help Alexis down from the table, and finally get a really good look at her, mid twenties, shoulder length straight red hair in a ponytail, sparkling green eyes and pale lips in a beautiful face, 34 b breasts, slim hips, long legs…a walking wet dream standing there in her tights and sports bra.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me out here…the reason I came to this gym was that there was hardly anyone here…that almost caused me some trouble” she said, looking me in the eye, “can I buy you lunch, or coffee, something?, anything?” she stands on her toes and kisses me on the cheek “my knight in dri-tech armor” a loud rumble of thunder startles us, and we both look towards the window and see it’s now pouring rain.
I turn toward her, smile and say “as a matter of fact, there is something you could do to rescue me…could you give me a ride home?.. I jogged here because the forecast didn’t say anything about rain…I’ll even throw in lunch..” she smiles back and says “deal!”
We get into her car (a friggin hybrid of course) and I give her directions to my place, we chat about what each of us is doing in our lives, I find out she’s 23, a legal assistant, had just gotten out of a long term relationship because he wouldn’t stop cheating on her, even though she gave him several chances to stop (what a royal douche bag I thought!) and several other tidbits of information about her, when we arrive at my house “holy shit…what a nice place…damn..sorry about the language again” she blurts out, I laugh out “no offense taken….again, in fact I even find it kind of cute” her cheeks start approaching the color of her hair “you do?…really?” she inquires, “uh huh…..let’s go” I reply and we open the car doors and get out.
Mother nature must have a sense of humor, because she chose that exact moment to unleash the most torrential downpour I had ever experienced in my life, in the twenty-five feet it took us to get from the car to the door we looked like someone had sprayed us with a firehose, laughing, screaming, and dripping we entered the house.
I tell her “come with me, and I’ll get you something dry to change into, while I put your clothes in the dryer” but she shakes her head (spraying water as she does) and says “I’m not going to walk through your beautiful house dripping all over the place, I’ll just take my things off here, and then we can go dry off” before I can say a word, off come the shoes, leggings, yoga tights, then her sports bra, leaving her in a pair of white thong panties, with her pale pink nipples hardening from having been cold “your turn” she grins, I smile at her “okey dokey…” I pull off my shirt, then drop my workout shorts, while I’m still bent over, I reach over and grab her clothes up with mine, then standing I sort of hold them in front of my crotch.
“A little modest are we” she smiles, “let’s just say…cautious…in new company” I reply, she says “well you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve got six brothers and have seen it..” I move the clothes aside “all…oh myfuckinggod…you’re…you’re like..” she stammers “big..large..huge…yep…I’ve heard rumors to that affect” I grin as I turn, and walk towards the laundry room “the upstairs bathroom is top of the stairs, and to the left, there’s towels in there” I call over my shoulder, and see her wide eyed, and checking out my ass, biting her bottom lip.
I throw the clothes in the dryer, and head up toward my room to get her one of my shirts, she comes out of the bathroom toweling her hair as I get to the landing, “there you are, I see you found the towels, come with me and we’ll find you one of my shirts” I say, “heated towel rack, quarry tile shower…nice!” she comments “so..we’re going to your room huh?…what are the chances of me parlaying this into an all over body massage, because after feeling what you did to my thighs, I’d be willing to bet you could unkink alllll my muscles…” she cooed with her hip cocked and a finger to her lips (you know that damn sexy pose that women can pull off!)
“If that is what the lady desires, then that is what the lady shall receive” I say in my best shining knight voice, bow to her, then hold out my hand for her to take. Laughing, she takes my hand and says “oh….my!, that is one.. of the ladies desires…we’ll talk about her other desires later” she blushed, then “you don’t think I’m being too forward, or coming off as a slut do you?…because I’m not…a slut that is, I don’t do these things…normally, I mean..I mean…oh god I don’t know what I mean right now..I mean..god there I go again..” she blurted out nervously.
I reached out, put a finger under her chin and tilted her face toward me, looked her in the eye and said “I don’t think you’re being too forward, or a slut, I think people should be able to speak their minds when they desire something, the world might be a better place if we all suffered from speaking honestly” she stared into my eyes as if looking for something “I don’t know why, but I feel so safe with you…and that makes me want you even more than I already do…is that weird..? she softly asks “not weird at all” I say, then lean in and kiss her sweet lips.
She drops the towel that she had been holding, and puts her hand to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss as our tongues battle for domination. I feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest as I pull her tightly to me, caressing her flawless skin, finally she breaks the kiss “wow…I feel…like…mmmmmm is the only way I can put it!” she mews.
I pick her up, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist and I carry her to my bed, I kiss her again as I slowly lower her to the edge of the bed. Laying her back I kiss my way across her cheek, to nibble on an earlobe which elicits a giggle, then I kiss her neck and the giggle turns to a soft moan, my hands move to lightly caress the base of her breasts, I run my thumbs under the circumference, then up and over her nipples ever so lightly…raising goosebumps lightly, she moans loudly “oh god…what are you doing to me…it’s like my body is on fire”.
I kiss and lick my way across the front of her neck, then down between her succulent breasts, I lick around her right areola, and watch it crinkle then pull the nipple between my lips and suck it firmly, “oh fuck…I’m cumming” she cries out as her hips buck uncontrollably “oh gawwwd…..my nipples are so sensitive right now” she pants, I move her left breast and give it the same treatment, she’s almost hyperventilating as she moans “gawwwd….mmmmm…yessssss”.
I work my way down her stomach, tasting her, her stomach muscles go into contractions as I lick across her abdomen, her hands come up and grab my head firmly “ohhhh….shit!…..will you fucking lick my pussy already!…I’m going fucking crazy here!!” she barks.
I comply by shoving my tongue as far into her pussy as it will go, her hips buck up as her hands try to shove my head inside of her “fuuuuuck meeeeee…..I’m cumming again…..eeeeeeeeeeee” her pussy gushes a stream of juices that soak my face, neck and chest.
I let her rest a moment, then slowly start sliding my tongue up and down her slit, then pushing it into her while my nose rests on her little red haired landing strip, back to the bottom..then to the clit, her hips move with my tongue “mmmm…yes …oh yeah…ahhh….ahhh “ I work her pussy over and over, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, when her breathing starts speeding up I unleash the bomb.
I rapidly flick my tongue on her clit, she almost tries to stand up as she screams “ahhhhhhhh……ahhhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhh” and I get another face full of her sweet nectar
“Enough…..oh god…..enough….please…please…fuck me already” she pleads, as a bead of sweat runs down between her breasts, only to land in her cute little belly button.
I stand between her spread legs, and rub my mushroom head along her soaking cunt, then push it into her “yesssssssss…..” she hisses as I push as far as I can, back up a bit, then drive even deeper, again and again I take ground, give some up, the take even more, until I hit her cervix.
“oh fuck….that is deep….fucking gawwwd that is farther than anyone has gone in me…fuck!” she starts to grind her hips up, meeting my thrusts, I’m grunting “yeah…you like this cock in you don’t you…uhh …uhh” and she’s replying “ohh gawwwd…fuck me like the slut I am…fuck me with that big cock…”
I’m sliding my whole cock in and out of her tight hole at this point, her legs are up under my arms, as I drive it into her again and again, then she pulls my head to her chest violently, her legs extend all the way, her hips rise up, and she screams….”ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..ahhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhh” as her pussy clamps painfully onto my cock, I push it deep and hold it there as she soars to the heavens, her juices spray from her so hard, that she wets the carpet behind me.
I stay deep in her until I feel her legs come down, her hips drop and I pull out of her slowly, “oh….damn…I feel so fucking empty now” she moaned, she turned herself around on the bed, flopped onto her back looking up at me and said “I want you to fuck my face” and hung her head over the edge of the bed.
I slid my cock into her inviting mouth, as she swallowed I could see her throat bulge then I pulled back letting her breathe, she pulled me out of her mouth, my cock slimy with her saliva “don’t be shy…fuck my face…” she taunted.
I slid my cock in, feeling her throat contracting around the head, until my balls were resting on her forehead, then I started fucking in and out of her mouth, listening to her “glob…..glob….glob….” breath “glob…glob…glob”, I had never had a woman who could take the whole thing before and I was loving it!
My rhythm sped up, faster…and faster, until my balls were smacking her face, over and over I plowed my cock deep into her mouth, while I reached down and pulled on her erect nipples, I felt her try to moan around my cock.
I felt my balls tensing, my shaft pulsing, she must have felt it too, because she reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me as deep as I could go, I yelled out my orgasm “awwww fuuuuuck…..I’m cumming…..ahhhhhh….ahhhhh..” my cock exploded in her throat, I felt her throat pulse as she milked my sperm, spurt after spurt deep into her belly, until she actually had to push me back, my cock spurting a last shot as it pops from her mouth.
Taking a deep breath, her face covered in saliva and my cum she says “fuck that was hot!, I thought you were going to choke me out for a second, but god damn..I’ve never taken anyone as big as you before!” as she holds my deflating rod possessively, and starts licking it clean I say “well, that was a first for me too, fuck…I could see your throat bulge every time I pushed my cock deep…it was indeed VERY fucking hot!!”
She jumps up from the bed, grabs my hand “come on…let’s take a shower, I know the clothes are dry by now, we’ll get cleaned up, order some Chinese take out, and then fuck each other silly until morning….sound good?” she quips, I pull her hand bringing her to face me, lean down and kiss her, reach behind her and pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“how about we fuck more…then clean up and get Chinese” I grinned, as I reached under her and guided my stiffening rod into her hot wet cunt “ahhhhhhhhhh…..god…how can a girl ….mmmmmmm….. refuse ……ohhhhhhhh…fuck… an offer like that” she groaned out as she slid all the way down onto my cock.

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The Way of the War pt 5

There are historical truths worked into this story. although as I have said depending on the flow of the story there maybe some sex. byt basicly it is non erotic

Fantasy

My Australian Angel (Chapter One)

As Maverick stepped off of the airplane at the Melbourne Airport, he could instantly feel the warmth of the Australian Sun beating down on his neck. It was a different kind of heat, one that he wasn’t used to. It was far different from that of the sun in Louisiana (United States).
Looking through the crowd at the Customs counter he was anxiously looking for her. They had met online a year or so before but had never met. It was a strange kind of relationship they shared. She was a native of Australia and he was an American. They met through a mutual interest in the board game Battleship. Although they had agreed to never exchange photos, he was certain that he would know her right off.
She had a witty sense of humor continually replying with “Bugger” when she lost a ship. Of course, being the deviate sort of man that he was, he would always say that she was “going down”. But she could always see through him. She knew what he meant, and would simply reply “You wish LOL”. They shared a different kind of relationship than others they have had in the past. They could talk for hours and never run out of things to say. They would talk about personal things they have been through and their visions of the future.
After he cleared the customs counter, he spotted her. She was indeed wearing the prearranged red skirt and matching blouse. Although there were 3 women in the Airport Lobby wearing a red skirt and matching blouses, it was unmistakable which one was Maverick’s Australian Angel. Even before he saw the book, he knew. There was a certain essence surrounding her that couldn’t compare to any other person in the world. He walked up to her and they just knew. Without saying a word, she put down the book she was carrying that would identify her as “The One”. It was then that they embraced in a hug tighter, yet softer than anything they have ever experienced. After what seemed like a lifetime, they were finally in each others arms. She reached down and retrieved the book she was carrying, “Harp in The South” by Ruth Park, and presented it to Maverick. With a devilish looked on her face, it was then that she simply said, “Hi, I’m Lily”.
Maverick couldn’t help but pick her up off of the floor and embrace her again. After short salutations, they went out of the Airport lobby area and located the limousine he had chartered for the trip. Once in the car, Maverick instructed the driver to take them to Stoney Point. Although the trip had obviously been prearranged, their destination was known only to Maverick. Lily knew only that she had promised him that if he could get away to Australia for a visit, she would make herself available to him so they can finally meet in person. With her job, it wasn’t uncommon that she would take business trips for days at a time. This would ensure that her husband’s suspicions wouldn’t flame up so to speak.
While in the back of the Limousine, they sipped on a bottle of Dom Perignon Rose Champagne. At $325.00 (US) per bottle, it wasn’t often that Maverick was able to enjoy the “Finer things in life”. But what better time to start spending his hard earned money. Lily was definitely worth every penny that he was going to spend on this trip to Australia.
After a few glasses of “Bubbly”, Maverick leaned over and caressed Lily’s cheek. All he could think about was how perfect she appeared. In every way. He lightly brushed away her dark hair that had settled over her shoulder. Without even giving it a second thought, he leaned over and lightly kissed her.
Prior to the trip, they had both agreed that this was to be a strictly plutonic visit. They had both agreed to this due to the fact that they were both married, but obviously not to each other.
Although the promise meant the world to each of them, he continued to lightly kiss his angel. She emotionally responded by touching his cheek. They both released a slight moan of delight. Without breaking contact, they both moved closer to each other and their kiss became more passionate that either of them had ever experienced. After a few minutes of this, their passion was beginning to boil over like a volcano heating up.
She reluctantly broke from the kiss and reminded him that they had promised themselves that this wasn’t going to be a sexual endeavor. He asked if she truly believed in her heart that he would travel 5 hours from New Orleans (Louisiana) to Los Angeles (California) to meet his 20 hour connecting flight to Melbourne (Victoria, Australia) for “Just a Piece of Ass”. She knew in her heart that whatever happened during this vision had to be fate or destiny. Then she asked herself, “Who am I to toy with destiny?” Without even answering his question, she leaned into him again and continued their kiss.
After raising the privacy window separating the couple from the driver’s view, Maverick leaned into Lily once again and started to lightly kiss her on the neck. Little did she remember, but during one of their many conversations, she had indicated to Maverick that this was the one thing that she couldn’t resist. It drove her crazy. The harder her breathing became, the harder his became. After several moments of this, Maverick moved his left hand onto her blouse and lightly cupped her breast. At this point, she knew that there was no denying the passion that she felt for this man. Even though she had been happily married for just over 5 years at the time they met a year ago, she felt such an unmistakable attraction to this man she knows only as Capt Maverick.
She knew that this was wrong, she knew that she should have never agreed to meet this mysterious man in person. Especially with all of the “Horror Stories” that are in the papers about “Cyber Stalkers”. But how can this kind, gentle, passionate man be one of those despicable stalkers? There was no way in the world, she thought.
“Never looking back” she allowed him to caress her breast. The feeling was such that she couldn’t help but feel a tingle in her most private of women’s parts.
Not stopping any of the movements he was participating in, he leaned her further back until she was against the door. He then positioned one of his legs between hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her private parts against his leg. Continuing their ever growing passionate kiss, he gently rubbed her womanhood with his leg. This nearly drove her “Over the edge”.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was married to a wonderful man but yet here she was in an erotic embrace with another man. As much as she knew she should, she just couldn’t stop. She felt drawn to him. She felt drawn to her Maverick on both an emotional and sexual level.
It wasn’t until he laid on top of her with his groin right in line with hers that she knew there was no turning back. He was obviously very erect. She could feel his penis rubbing against her clitoris through their clothes. She can’t remember when she had been so turned on. They began to gyrate in unison. Lily couldn’t help but to moan in erotic passion at the feel of this man’s penis rubbing against her. It felt to her like it was a bit larger than she was used to.
Without warning, Maverick began kissing down the front of her blouse. After removing both of her luscious breasts, he continually licked her nipples then worked his way down her stomach. His hands had moved to underneath her skirt and was rubbing her clitoris through her thin panties. He was extremely pleased at her reactions. She began to moan at every touch.
He slowly moved down and began kissing her through her small silky panties. He couldn’t help but notice that she was extremely wet. He removed her panties and began to lick her passionately. Once he inserted a finger into her hot wet love spot, she began gyrating against his face without any further thoughts of indiscretion.
She was totally enthralled in the moment. He inserted a second finger then a third while still enjoying the taste of her juices. It wasn’t much longer before she was gyrating faster and faster until she began feeling the inevitable erotic pleasures approaching.
She placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her while still gyrating. This knocked her over the edge and she began to buck from a massive orgasm. The more she involuntarily bucked from the orgasm, the more he licked and sucked on her clitoris. As she continued to come, he began to rhythmically insert his fingers faster and faster while continuing to lick and suck her until she began having multiple orgasm.
After her orgasm had subsided, she sat up and unfastened his pants. This was the first time that she had seen the large penis that had so recently rubbed itself against her wet clitoris. She pulled Maverick’s pants around his legs and sat him up on the rear seat of the limousine. She straddle her Maverick and pulled his face into hers. She positioned herself on top of his penis and slowly lowered herself while kissing him passionately on the mouth.
They both groaned as his large penis entered her wet vagina. It wasn’t long until she was riding him like there was no tomorrow. The faster she moved on top of him the faster his upward thrusts came to met her downwards thrusts.
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he moved his hands to her waist. They continued this until their passion and lust erupted in a sea of ecstasy.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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Fiction

My Best Friends Sister V

Sorry about the long wait. Had PC problems and lost the whole story before I could submit it. Let me just state that the people who asked for anal, it is there. The incest was done with a reason as you will see, it may come out in more detail in later stories as well. Also this will be the last of the series for now. I’m going to take my time to write further on my novel. Hopefully I can give you guys another story after a month or two.

Fantastic

TWO SUBURBAN LADIES AT A SEMINAR

Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from ‘suburban marriages’, and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines.

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An Unexpected Adventure with Robin and Olivia – Chapters 7-8

Mark’s job trook him to South Korea and upon his return after four years he spends time with his sister and neice. It takes a turn when he discovers Olivia had filmed him masturbating so Mark set up a payment plan to avoid telling Robin about the naughty behavior. Now he hatches the plan and reaps the rewards.

Fantasy

10Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Ten: House-Elf Spanking Inferno
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 Ten Summary: Things get revealed in the bathroom… well more revealed than they already are that is.
“Oh, bugger,” repeated Harry.
A small House-Elf partially hidden behind the wall of other House-Elves was able to pop his or her head through a tiny opening and gazed in awe at Harry and Hermione’s naked forms. “Look at that! It be wonderful!” the little House-Elf heralded.
“We need to get out of here,” Harry murmured on the verge of panicking, his face still hovering over Hermione’s naked flower.
“Harry, let’s get out of here right now!” Hermione blurted out as she scampered out from under Harry to seek cover behind him.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Harry covered his bits with his hands while slowly standing up. He could feel Hermione rise with him. He thought that she had lucked out since she got to use Harry’s whole body as a shield from the prying eyes of dozens of House-Elves, whereas he was only able to use his hands to shield himself. But then again, he decided that he would willingly protect Hermione whenever she needed it. Even if only to block the prying eyes in this case.
Scanning the living wall of House-Elves that blocked their exit, Harry turned his head to face Hermione – who was looking nervously over his shoulder – and informed her, “I don’t see a way out.”
“Is there a way out Harry?” Hermione asked nervously.
“Why are you repeating everything I say?” hissed Harry who was reaching his wit’s end.
“Harry, I really wish you would stop speaking in Parsletongue,” snapped Hermione. Apparently when Harry had “hissed” his question, he was literally hissing. “There’s no chance of you getting to go down on me anytime soon, so could you please speak English now.”
Closing his eyes, Harry focused on speaking English, which was a little difficult seeing that he was thinking he was speaking it already. He cautiously asked, “Can you understand me now?”
“Yes,” Hermione whimpered. “Do you see a way out?”
“Um… no,” he replied weakly.
“How about a towel? Do you see any towels so we can cover ourselves?” she pleaded.
The only towel Harry saw was the small hand-sized one he had just used to lather Hermione’s boobs. Harry’s mind drifted back to the very recent, and pleasurable, memory of him rubbing Hermione’s titties with that same towel. Of course, he had quickly abandoned the towel in favor of his tongue.
This temporary moment of reflection had an unfortunate side-effect; it got a rise out of ‘Harry, Jr.’. Harry could feel his appendage begin to stir in his hands. Even though he had just climaxed, Harry knew that in a matter of seconds, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was going to poke its head out of his hands and have a look around with its one good eye. ‘Damn my teenage virility!’ Harry cursed internally.
“Step aside,” a voice that sounded incredibly old ordered from behind the wall of House-Elves. The wall quickly split in half and parted to reveal an amazingly old House-Elf (so old that he made Kreacher look like a baby). This elderly House-Elf was dressed in a very distinguished and regal manner – of course being a House-Elf, his clothes were made up entirely of rags. But Harry could tell that they were rags of a regal manner. “Dobby, be comin’ forth,” the old House-Elf wheezed.
Dobby appeared out of the mass of other House-Elves and walked toward the regal looking ancient elf.
“Is yous certain?” the old elf asked.
“Oh, yes, Dobby is very certains, Fetch, sir,” announced Dobby.
“Brings the Book,” Fetch, the old elf commanded, after eyeing Harry and Hermione suspiciously. Harry could tell by the reverence in which Fetch said “Book” that it was so important that the word deserved to be capitalized.
Six House-Elves marched into the bathroom carrying a very large and very old looking book. The book was at least four feet long, two feet wide, and three and a half feet thick. Hermione pressed herself into Harry’s back in an attempt to get a better look at the gigantic book, which for Harry meant trouble. Unknowingly, Hermione’s attempt to see the book more closely just caused her to push her lovely mounds into Harry’s back. This added to the fact that he was getting aroused at the memory of washing her breasts caused ‘Harry, Jr.’ to become more excited. It was bad enough that every single House-Elf saw him starkers, the last thing Harry wanted was for them to see was his manhood fully erect. He desperately tried to think of disturbing and even disgusting things in order to quell his rising arousal.
The first image that Harry tried to focus on was Ginny; he could always count on the mere thought of that girl to quell an erection. In fact, he gave her a nick-name while he was standing in the bathroom in front of the House-Elves; “Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer.”
Harry tried to focus his mind on the recent, and still disturbing, memory of a topless Ginny sitting on his bed. But he found it difficult to recall the image of Ginny with her modest-sized breasts exposed. The difficulty was mostly due to the fact that Hermione was pressing her naked boobs in his back; the only thing Harry could see in his mind’s eye was the even more recent, and so much more enjoyable, memory of him licking ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ clean. This memory, of course, had the opposite effect as far as the helping of quelling his erection went.
The six elves placed the massive book on the floor in front of Fetch (who had almost disappeared behind the large tome) and with a snap of his fingers, the book magically opened to a segment halfway through the pages. Hermione let out a soft moan as she saw that the tome was filled with words, sentences, paragraphs, and whole chapters that she hadn’t read yet. Unfortunately for Harry (yet again) the soft moan that Hermione had let out was fairly erotic and the sound of his girlfriend moaning in his ear chased away any remaining desire he had on focusing on any disturbing, or even disgusting, things to aid in stopping encroaching embarrassment. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was poking against his fingers as if the organ was asking if it was allowed to come out and play.
“And now Fetch be reading from the Book of Elfish Prophesy: the Word of Bonky, chapter five, verse one hundred and twelve: /’And lo thine brethren shall be in chains for years upon years upon years!'” /Fetch read aloud from the book.
Hermione made a sound akin to purring in Harry’s ear. There was a book, one that she hadn’t read, or even heard of, sitting right on the floor in front of her, teasing her! Hermione’s unintentional purring noise had an affect on our poor hero. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was no longer poking against Harry’s fingers; the organ was beating on them in hopes of bashing through the barricade.
“Hermione, please be quiet,” Harry pleaded in a whisper, as beads of sweat appeared on his brow. It was rather hard… err sorry about that… work trying to prevent an erection.
“‘And suffer ye shall,'” Fetch continued to read, oblivious to Harry’s plight and Hermione’s apparent excitement. “‘Ye children and ye children’s children and ye children’s children’s children will live through bondage until She arrives. And delivers us into the glorious light of Freedom!'”
/Then Harry felt the one thing that could cause him to lose the battle in stopping a very happy /’Harry, Jr.’ from saying “Hiya!” to every House-Elf in the room. Harry always knew that Hermione loved books, but he never realized until now how just much she really /loved /them. That thing that nearly made Harry lose his battle was ‘/Natasha/’ and ‘/Carmella/’ becoming erect and stiffly poking him in the back. Sweat now dripped of the tip of Harry’s nose as he struggled to contain his growing… err sorry again… arousal.
“‘… And ye shall know Her, for She has a bald feline and can make the One of the Mark stand with just a word…'”
/ /Hermione apparently lost all of her composure, because she gently placed her hand on Harry and was about to ask him to move out of the way so she could get a better look at the book. Unfortunately, Hermione had to decided to place her hands on his bare bottom and breathe seductively in his ear; “Harry…”
BOING
Whether or not ‘Harry, Jr.’ literally made the “/boing/” noise when the organ had escaped from his hands was irrelevant to Harry. All that mattered was that his oldest and most constant toy was now giving every House-Elf in the castle the “happy eye”. If ‘Harry, Jr.’ had a voice, Harry imagined that it would be shouting to the assembled House-Elves, “You lot, bugger off! Me and the lady are gonna wrestle.”
The reaction Harry received from the House-Elves when they witnessed his fully aroused state was very different from what he had expected. He thought that they would react in fear perhaps, maybe scream at the wizard with the hard-on, or make a mad dash away from the perverted human screaming, “He’s pointing it at us!” Harry even thought that some of them would snigger and point at his manhood as they compared it to others they had seen, much as Kreacher and Dobby had. Maybe one of them would bemoan the fact that they would have to “finish off the mistress” much like Dobby used to, but this time due to Harry’s inadequacies.
Instead of laughing or running away in fear, the House-Elves did the most curious thing: they bowed. Every single one of them bowed in Harry’s direction the moment ‘Harry, Jr.’ had appeared to them.
“All Hail the Great One!” they praised with heads on the floor as if in prayer.
Hermione looked over Harry’s shoulder and down at the very jubilant ‘Harry, Jr.’ and said, “I rather like it, but I wouldn’t go as far as ‘the Great One!'”
“Hey!” Harry said dejectedly.
“We’s is free!” one of the larger House-Elves shouted as he jumped up and rushed at Harry. The elf held his arms out to hug Harry as he rushed forward. In his mind, Harry did a quick comparison. Judging by the height of the House-Elf, his head was going to be at ‘Harry, Jr.’s level when he hugged him. Rather than have a House-Elf place his head against his naked, and still fully aroused, bits, Harry – being the brave Gryffindor he was – jumped out of the way. Which, unfortunately, left Hermione to deal with the overzealous elf.
Undeterred by Harry’s ingenious plan of “jumping out of the way” the elf threw his arms around Hermione’s midsection (luckily, Hermione was shorter than Harry so the elf’s head was around her bellybutton). “Oh Great One, yous has finally arrived.”
“Take yous hands off of the Great One, Stubby,” demanded Fetch. “Shows our Savior some respect!”
“Stubby sorry, oh Great One,” the elf said as he let go of Hermione. When the elf, Stubby, backed away from Hermione, she was in too much shock to cover herself back up. Upon seeing her shaved crotch, all the House-Elves murmured, “The Bald Feline!”
“The what?” Hermione demanded.
“Forgives us, oh Great One,” Fetch replied to Hermione.
“Wait… she’s the Great One?” asked Harry, whose jump left him sitting on the ground with a still very awake ‘Harry, Jr.’ pointing at the ceiling. He was more than a touched surprised by this revelation. He had expected that he was the Great One; he figured since he had so many titles already, one more wouldn’t hurt.
“The Prophesy states that ours Savior would be having a ‘Bald Feline,'” Fetch continued and gestured reverently to her groin.
“What?” both Harry and Hermione shouted.
“It is obvious that yous is the Great One,” explained Fetch. “You haves the Bald Feline.”
Harry and Hermione alternated between looking at her shaved groin and Fetch several times before Harry said aloud, “Oh I get it now. Feline… cat… hee-hee!”
“It’s purely for hygiene!” Hermione defended.
“This coming from the girl who just said /’my hair isn’t the only thing kinky about me’/,” retorted Harry from the ground, while still chuckling.
“I’m getting a lecture about perversion from the bloke with a hard-on surrounded by House-Elves.” Hermione shot back.
“Please, oh Great One, do not be angry at’s the One of the Mark,” Fetch humbly interrupted. “If the One of the Mark had not be standing at yours word, we woulds not have been sure if yous was indeed the Great One.”
“Huh? What was the middle part?” asked Harry.
“He said if you didn’t get a hard-on when I said your name, he wouldn’t have been sure about me being ‘the Great One’ simply for having a bald pussy!”
“‘Bald Feline,'” corrected Harry.
“Be quiet ‘One of the Mark’,” Hermione chastised.
“Oh, so that’s my new title.”
“Please, Fetch, I think you’ve got the wrong witch,” Hermione said, ignoring Harry. “I don’t think that I’m your savior.”
“What about SPEW?” inquired Harry.
“Shut it, Harry,” Hermione seethed. “What makes you sure I’m the one?”
“Here, oh Great One, sees for yourself,” Fetch said and gestured to the book. The six elves that had brought the book in held it up so that Hermione could read it. Still very naked, Hermione began to skim through the pages of the book. As Hermione continued to read the book, Harry tried to busy himself.
“Hi, I’m Harry,” he greeted a female elf next to him.
The female elf looked down at Harry’s crotch and commented, “Naw, yous is not too bad. But it wouldn’t hurt if yous were to trims it every once in a while.”
“Twidy believe it being called ‘man-scaping’,” another elf, apparently named Twidy, offered.
“How can you be sure that I am this prophesized savior?” asked Hermione the elderly House Elf, as she turned the page in the enormous book. “This book appears to be centuries old. I have to assume that your kind has come across a woman who was shaved prior to me.”
“In the Book of Dumko, it clearly states in chapter forty-eight, verse one: ‘… and the Great One shall stand before you with her bald feline proudly…’ much like yous is doing now, oh Great One.”
Hermione must have forgotten that she was naked because she blushed a bright red and tried to cover her various bits with her arms and hands. Harry noted that he himself had seemed to have lost all sense of humility. Which wasn’t surprising seeing that in the last few days McGonagall had seen him naked and aroused, Ginny had stripped him naked and molested him, Ron saw him naked and sprawled out on the floor, and Tonks had gotten her own special show. Added to all of that, now every single House-Elf had watched as ‘Harry, Jr.’ popped out of his hands. Harry reckoned that any sense of embarrassment of public nudity had been burned out of him. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry leaned back and let ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage bask in the open air. Mind you, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still up and raring for another round of playtime with Hermione.
“Beholds!” Fetch called out as he gestured to Harry’s aroused state. “From the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse two: /’… the Great One’s companion, the One of the Mark, shall greet thy and thine brethren with both heads held high!’/”
Hermione’s skin burned even brighter upon noticing Harry still erect organ. Harry felt a strong sense of masculine pride as the House-Elves’ eyes shined brightly as they looked at ‘Harry, Jr.’
Still blushing furiously, Hermione turned to a small female House-Elf who was trembling in the presence of “the Great One and Her Companion”. As politely as she could, Hermione asked the nervous House-Elf, “Would you mind fetching me a towel or something to wear?”
Every House-Elf gasped as they tore their eyes away from Harry to stare at Hermione once more.
“Halleluiah!” several House-Elves rejoiced in unison.
“Agains from the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse three:” began Fetch while tears of joy streamed down his face. “/’… the Great One shall be humble before the most humble in thine midst…”/
/Fetch snapped his aged fingers again and Hermione was draped in the most beautiful robe Harry had ever seen. It was made out of the finest silk and lace and had thin strands of gold spun into it. Of course the silk was so thin and light that Harry could easily see /’Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ along with the ‘Bald Feline’. Hermione couldn’t help but to beam as she inspected her new robes. With her eyes smiling, Hermione faced Harry and was about to start to ask him what he thought of it when she saw the apparently ever-erect ‘Harry, Jr.’ looking back at her.
“Could you please conjure some clothes for Harry?” she asked with a little embarrassment.
“Certainly, my lady,” again Fetch snapped his fingers and Harry was clothed. However, Harry’s new clothing wasn’t the fantastic robe that Hermione had received. Instead Harry was now dressed in a pair of plain white boxers. But the boxers did nothing to help hide Harry’s organ from sight; ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was proudly sticking out of the flap in front.
“Why do boxers even have that opening?” Hermione questioned, a bit scandalized.
“I reckon it’s an escape flap,” offered Harry.
“An escape flap?” Hermione asked incredulously. “Never mind,” she added and she bent over and scooped up the wash cloth Harry had used on her boobs and tossed it on /’Harry, Jr.’/. Of course, by now, the cloth had become quite cold and Harry squealed as the cold and wet cloth landed directly on his organ.
Turning her attention back to Fetch, Hermione asked, “What makes you certain that I’m your so-called Great One? Honestly, prophesy can be open to interpretation.”
“That be true,” agreed the ancient House-Elf. “In fact Fetch’s predecessor was being quite positive that the One of the Mark would actually being named Mark.”
“You see!” exclaimed Hermione. “It’s open to interpretation! So what makes you sure now?”
“The signs is unmistakable,” Fetch replied cryptically.
“Because of the ‘bald feline,'” put in Harry. He had said it with a touch of bitterness because ‘Harry, Jr.’ had lost interest due to Hermione being un-naked again, but mostly because the appendage was covered with a cold towel. Harry imagined if the ghost of Gryffindor was here that he would make another rude comment about “blue-balls.”
“You’re not helping, Harry,” snapped Hermione.
“Pardons my lady, but hes be correct. We’s should be recognizing the signs…” began Fetch. “Yous are the one who leads us to Freedom!”
“Wait a tick,” interrupted Harry. “For two years, Hermione tried to enlighten you all and petitioned our classmates to get you lot civil rights and you rejected her completely! You even went as far as avoiding any contact with her. Dobby was the only House-Elf who dared enter the Gryffindor Common Room for most of our fifth year.”
“But if that’s true, what happened to all of the hats I made?” asked Hermione. Harry recalled that she had worked very hard making a plethora of tiny hats in an attempt to free the House-Elves. Harry still didn’t have the heart to tell her that Dobby had been the one who took them all. He realized that he didn’t want to see Hermione upset.
“We’s was not sure yous is the prophesized one,” Fetch explained. “For we’s it be considered heresy to be seeking freedom without the Great One leading we’s.”
Thinking of all the hardship and ridicule that Dobby had suffered from his fellow House-Elves, Harry asked, “Is that why you treat Dobby the way you do? Because he wanted to be free?”
All the House-Elves looked at Dobby with obvious disdain.
“Actually, One of the Mark, Dobby be a rather…” Fetch began to explain and paused as if he was searching for the proper phrase. “He be having a peculiar hobby.”
Hanging his head, a blushing Dobby confessed, “Dobby likes to steal and wear witches’ unmentionables.”
“Is that what happened to my /’Hello Kitty’ /knickers?” asked Hermione. Realizing what she just said, Hermione nervously looked at Harry and blushed brightly.
“Dobby, that’s disgusting!” Harry chided. “Stealing knickers from first years and then wearing them!”
Harry had automatically assumed that the pilfered set of novelty knickers were stolen years ago because his girlfriend obviously hadn’t worn such things since adolescence. Then, Harry remembered that Dobby hadn’t started to work at the Castle until his fourth year. Therefore his assumption about the theft occurring in Hermione’s first year didn’t make sense. Dobby corrected Harry’s observation.
“Oh no, One of the Mark Harry Potter Sir, Dobby took the Great One’s kitty unmentionables the night before last,” the elf squeaked. “Dobby would’ve taken them the first night you two arrived, but the Great One was still wearing them…”
Harry looked at his girlfriend with a great deal of amusement. The night they had arrived at the Castle was the same night that she had first gone down on him. And she was wearing ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers at the time.
“You are a naughty one aren’t you?” Harry murmured to Hermione who, at that time, was doing her best to ignore him by attempting to casually whistle and twiddle her thumbs.
“Dobby, this be true?” Fetch asked. “The Great One was wearing these… what were they’s be called?”
“/’Hello Kitty’/ knickers,” Harry happily provided.
“Since the Great One do be enjoying this ‘Hello Kitty’, it must be divine,” concluded the ancient House-Elf. “All Hail Hello Kitty!”
“ALL HAIL HELLO KITTY!” every House-Elf cried out joyously.
“The Great One also likes spankings!” offered Harry, as he tried to fight the approaching bout of unstoppable laughter.
“HARRY!” scolded Hermione. But it was too late. The air in the bathroom was filled with the sounds of dozens of tiny elf hands slapping dozens of tiny elf bottoms.
“ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!” SMACK! “PRAISE OURS SAVIOR!” SLAP!
This new action by the elves bothered Harry; he had announced the fact that Hermione liked to give and receive spankings in hopes of embarrassing his girlfriend further. But unfortunately, he had incited a spank-fest amongst the entire House-Elf population of Hogwarts.
Harry had to admit that the swat that he had given Hermione the day before piqued his interest; he was keen on the idea of pursuing the whole “spank my bottom” side of Hermione further, but this sight before him was truly disturbing. Tiny hands flew with abandon, smacking their targets gleefully. Small red bottoms jiggled as their owners shouted out various praises.
Harry could tell that Hermione was very uncomfortable, due to both the Elves praises and their orgy of spanks. In a move that he thought would comfort his girlfriend, Harry got up and put his arm around her. But, Harry discovered something when he put his arm around Hermione. He found she wasn’t in any discomfort. Well not the discomfort that he was thinking of.
“Are your nipples hard?” asked Harry, upon noticing the even stiffer appearance of ‘Carmella’ and/ ‘Natasha’/. They looked like they were attempting to tear through the lace of Hermione’s lace and silk robe.
“Harry, please…” Hermione breathed out in a mortified, yet breathless, tone.
“You ARE naughty!” Harry whispered in her ear. Without her noticing, Harry discretely raised his hand up in the air. “ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!” he cried out before bringing his hand down to slap her playfully on her bum. Hermione squealed out in both pleasure and surprise.
The resounding smack that Harry had landed on Hermione’s bottom signaled an abrupt end to the spank-fest. All the bulbous eyes turned to Harry. Some looked confused while others looked murderous.
“He touches Her!” one elf called out
“How dares he!”
“He’s the One of the Mark… he’s can be touching Her,” another argued.
“The Great One be pure and virtuous. He’s not to be thinking of touching Her.”
“Excuses me, he’s was about to lick Her Bald Feline when we’s be coming in,” a voice near the back pointed out.
“Yeah, She’s be only human. They tends to do things like that.”
“She’s be the Great One,” a particularly angry elf said while shoving another to the floor. “She’s be above such things.”
“Batka saw Her place the One of the Mark’s second head in her mouth in the library,” a elf, presumably Batka, said before punching some other elf.
“You saw that?” both Harry and Hermione asked, completely shocked.
“Heresy!” With that battle cry, nearly every House-Elf attacked one another.
One group would argue in-between punches that the Great One was allowed to have intimate relations with the One of the Mark. “She’s be doing whatever and whoever She’s wants!” The other group dismissed such arguments by calling out, “She’s be above physical desires.” That and biting the ears of the other group. Some House-Elves were actually conjuring chairs solely for the purpose to use the piece of furniture as a bludgeoning weapon.
Apparently the only two elves not involved in the escalating battle were Fetch and Dobby, who were standing close to Harry and Hermione. Fetch humbly addressed Hermione, “Forgives us, oh Great One, sometimes we’s be liking a… heated discussion like this one,” he explained. “Fetch think it be best if Dobby would escorts You and the One of the Mark out of this room.”
Without waiting for a response, Dobby grabbed Harry and Hermione’s hands and they disappeared from the bathroom. With a pop, they appeared in Harry’s room.
“Dobby must goes back to help Fetch ends the… discussion,” Dobby said and quickly disappeared with a pop. A second later, Harry could hear Dobby’s muffled voice shout though the walls separating them; “The Great One happen to be enjoying playings with One of the Mark’s second head!” This was immediately followed by a loud bang.
Once in a while, a bang, scream, or crash would emanate from the bathroom indicating the breadth of the skirmish between the Elfish factions. For what seemed like minutes, Harry and Hermione stood in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Harry’s mind was filled with the revelation that Hermione was apparently the prophesied savior of House-Elves. But more importantly, Hermione was a really naughty witch! She wore ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers and was aroused at the House-Elf spank-fest. He was about to end the thoughtful silence and jibe her about her fetishes when a very loud and booming noise emanated from the Common Room. It was so loud that it felt like the very foundations of the Castle were being rocked. The noise even drowned out the elf-riot as well.
“YOU DID WHAT?”
“What the hell was that?” Hermione asked as dust fell from the rafters.
Harry was about to respond by saying he didn’t know when the voice boomed again.
“YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!”
“Is that…” began Harry upon recognizing the voice, “… Mrs. Weasley?”
“HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?”
Fearing the worst, Harry and Hermione dashed out of the room and down to the Common Room. They found Ron huddling in fear in the corner, while the Weasley matriarch was screaming at Ginny. Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer looked as if she was in total shock, her face was deathly white and her eyes appeared to be threatening to pop out of their sockets and run away. Mrs. Weasley was the living embodiment of rage; her face was a furious red and was twisted into a mask of anger. She continued to berate her daughter, not realizing that she was spitting in Ginny’s face as she ranted.
“THROWING YOURSELF AT HIM LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BEHAVE IN SUCH A MANNER!”
Ginny, who was wearing a humble set of robes (which Harry was immediately thankful for, he couldn’t handle seeing her naked again) looked like she had soiled herself very recently. “I-I-I-I-I’m not the scarlet woman, mum,” Ginny stuttered, trying to save herself. The fear in her voice was apparent, and her squeaking voice sounded like an underfed mouse compared to Mrs. Weasley’s booming voice. “Hermione’s let Harry lick her, down there. And she swallowed him, and he came in her eye!”
“MOLESTING THE POOR BOY AFTER YOU TIED UP HERMIONE! WHAT DROVE YOU TO DO THAT?” Molly shouted, completely ignoring her daughter’s statement.
Harry wondered for a moment if Mrs. Weasley had used a Sonorus Charm on herself, because her voice was far too loud to be natural.
All of the anger and rage pouring off of Mrs. Weasley wanted to make Harry run away like a scared little boy. But when he tried to turn and run away, he found that Hermione had once again taken sanctuary behind him and had wrapped her trembling arms around his midsection. Even though he wanted to run away, Harry now had to stand there and witness this most terrifying event unfold because Hermione had apparently gone into shock and he wouldn’t leave her there alone.
Harry considered grabbing Hermione and running back up the stairs with her in his arms. He was quite surprised to find out that his body was refusing to obey any command. Harry decided to add “Angry Mrs. Weasley” to the list of things that made him freeze up in fear.
“AND NAKED TO BOOT! YOUR BROTHER SAID HE SAW YOUR…your…” Mrs. Weasley seemed distressed at finishing her statement. But she wasn’t about to let anybody off without a proper lecture. “FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, HE SAW your cunny!” Apparently, Mrs., Weasley was so mortified that she had to use the word “cunny” in public, that she had said it so softly, in contrast to her normal /”Lecture Voice”/, that Harry thought he’d gone momentarily deaf.
“But Mum, they were naked too!” Ginny tried once again to derail her mother. “Look at them! She’s wearing a completely see-through gown, you can see everything! And he’s wearing nothing but shorts. Look-look-look!” she added frantically pointing at his crotch. “He’s hanging out of them!”
Harry wanted to put ‘Harry, Jr.’ away, but his mind was still too filled with terror to do so.
“AND THEN ATTACKING HERMIONE! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BEAT YOU SILLY, YOUNG LADY!” Mrs. Weasley punctuated this threat by brandishing her fist in front of Ginny’s face.
“WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WHAT YOU DID WAS ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR?”
Harry gulped in fear and he felt Hermione shudder.
Mrs. Weasley roughly grabbed hold of Ginny’s ear and dragged the girl toward the exit of the Common Room. “JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER HEARS OF THIS, YOUNG LADY!” Mrs. Weasley screamed as she and her daughter disappeared into the hallway.
Somehow, Harry thought that whatever punishment Mr. Weasley could dish out for Ginny was nothing compared to what Mrs. Weasley was going to do to her.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, unfortunately too soon. Mrs. Weasley reentered the room with a stumbling Ginny still being dragged by the ear behind her. The older witch stomped up to Harry and wagged her finger in his face.
“I’m not your mother and you’re both adults,” Mrs. Weasley lectured. Even though her voice was calm, Harry still felt the anger pour off of her body. “But I do NOT approve of how fast you two are going!”
Once again, Mrs. Weasley dragged Ginny toward the exit by her ear. Mrs. Weasley paused in the doorway and turned back toward Harry and said, “However, regardless of my views, you should really try to improve your aim. It really does burn when it gets in your eye. I only wish Arthur would learn that. I’ve been telling him for years and years, but does he listen? No, he just shoots himself all willy-nilly over my face, not caring that it gets in my eye or up my nose…
“Also, Harry dear, put it away,” Mrs. Weasley suggested while glancing down at ‘Harry, Jr.’ “You’ll catch a cold.”
But Harry hadn’t really comprehended Mrs. Weasley’s comment on his manhood. Instead, his mind was filled with an incredibly disturbing image of a spent and naked Mr. Weasley standing over an equally naked, but more disturbingly, goo-covered Mrs. Weasley. Harry couldn’t take anymore and fainted.
*
There was no one else; no interruptions, no problems of the outside world, and no worries. Just the two of them… and tonight, the night was theirs alone. A hand lovingly caressed a cheek. His warm lips brushed against her lips. A throaty sigh escaped her mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck.
The two friends and lovers tossed their robes to the side without hesitation. Even though there was no need for haste, they had been waiting for this for a long time. He cupped her breasts in his hands and thanked the heavens for their wonderful gift of this woman while kissing her mounds. She purred as her lover tweaked her nipples.
With a wicked grin on her face that she knew would drive her man wild, she knelt in front of him as if she were at prayer at the alter of his love. She wrapped her hands around his already erect organ and leaned toward him. He held his breath as she took him into her mouth.
His mind was a whirl, no matter how many times she would take him like this, he would never tire of the sensation of her lovely and talented mouth around his love.
But, as these things happen from time to time, the man found that couldn’t hold back. Shortly after his lover began to work on his member, he grunted in an animalistic manner and she quickly pulled herself away since she still hadn’t grown to like the taste of his discharge.
“Hold on-” she implored. But it was too late. The thing she knew was going to happen, the thing she dreaded occurred. He unloaded himself upon her face. It splashed on her nose and into her eyes.
“Damn it!” she scolded her lover and began to wipe his seed from her eyes before too much of it seeped in. “I’ve told you before, you have to aim better, Arthur!”
With that, a messy faced Molly Weasley stormed out of the bedroom, leaving her husband panting.
*
Screaming as if his life was in mortal peril, Harry awoke from his nightmare. With sweat dripping form his body, he sighed in relief as he quickly realized that he was still in the Common Room where he had fainted after Mrs. Weasley had given him advice on how to aim properly so his ejaculate wouldn’t get in Hermione’s eyes. The nightmare had passed.
“You have it easy,” a trembling voice sounded from Harry’s right. “She’s not your mum.”
Harry turned to find his best mate, Ron, sitting on the floor several feet away from him, rocking back and forth. The red-haired wizard’s eyes were bloodshot and sunken, his face was the palest Harry had ever seen it. Harry assumed that his friend had gotten violently ill, several times.
“I’ve never seen a naked woman until yesterday,” murmured Ron, his voice hollow and his eyes looked past Harry as if they had seen enough horror to last him a lifetime. “Then… Then I saw Bellatrix, all… all that h-h-hair… The first woman I see naked almost makes me almost shun the notion of sex completely. Then the next bird I see is Hermione, and I hope you don’t mind me saying this Harry, but she is pretty hot. Nice set of jigglees on that girl. I thought that the horror I felt from seeing that Death Eater skank would have been chased away forever. And even better, Hermione was rolling around on the floor with another girl. The first thing that popped in my mind was ‘/This is great! I get to see two naked witches go at it. What luck!'”/ Ron continued in his lifeless monotone. “I even thought the other witch was kinda… was kinda… h-h-h-” Ron began to stutter as he forced himself to give voice to his shame. “I thought she was h-h-hot. Harry, it was my little sister for Merlin’s sake! I saw her… her bits! A brother should not be forced to see his sister’s… bits! It’s not fair!
“I did what any bloke in my situation would do: I ran to my Mum.” Harry could tell that Ron was in a losing battle with his personal demons. “I fire-called her and she came straight away. I told Mum what happened, how Hermione and Ginny were fighting over you and that Ginny had even tried to molest you. Well, she gave me a talking to, about how I wasn’t a good brother and how it was my fault because I set a bad example for her and what-not. So my day was getting worse: I saw my sister’s… bits and then my mother was blaming me. But I figured it couldn’t get much worse. But then she had to go and give you…. advice…”
Harry shuddered in fear of the recollection of that advice.
“I could have gone my entire life very happily without hearing my mum admit that she’s had my dad’s baby batter in her eyes.” Ron paused before concluding: “I will never be hard again.”
Harry nodded his head silently as he too wondered if ‘Harry, Jr.’ would ever come out and play again.
Both emotionally distraught wizards turned to the portrait hole as the Fat Lady’s painting swung open. Hermione walked in followed by Dobby; each was carrying a tray piled high with food. Harry noticed immediately that the tray that Dobby was carrying was loaded with cakes, éclairs, and biscuits, whereas Hermione’s tray had a varied array of fruits and vegetables. Much to Harry’s dread, Dobby, with his tray filled with delectable goodies, headed straight for Ron. Since Hermione was still insisting that Harry remain on his mysterious diet, she placed the tray of veggies and fruit in front of him.
“Can’t I have one éclair?” Harry asked pitifully.
“He can have it all, for all I care,” Ron offered in his monotone. “I don’t think I’ll eat another bite for the rest of my life.”
“Don’t tell me you two are still troubled what Molly said?” Hermione asked.
“Your mum didn’t just tell you what my mum did,” retorted Ron.
“No, but I did walk in on my parents once,” countered Hermione. She added in an undertone, “To this day, I just don’t see what men like about that silly metal bikini Carrie Fisher wore…
“Ron, your mother just told you that she is still very much in love with your father.” Hermione stated in a clear voice. “You should feel happy for her, not revolted by the notion.”
“What she told us about wasn’t love!” Ron said heatedly, the monotone gone from his speech. “That isn’t love… that’s… that’s…”
“What? ‘A blow-job’?” Hermione finished for Ron. The red-haired recoiled at the term “blow-job” as if Hermione had physically struck him. Hermione continued despite Ron’s reaction, “It isn’t necessarily love, but it proves you mother loves your father and is willing to do an activity that makes him happy.”
“Hermione, they… they’re old and they have kids,” Harry put in. “They shouldn’t be doing things like that.”
“They aren’t too old to have feelings for each other. And a desire to act on those feelings,” argued Hermione. “And as for having kids, Ron has six siblings; counting the twins, Molly has given birth six times. Do you think that means Molly and Arthur have only had sex a total of six times?”
“YES!” both Ron and Harry shouted. Neither one wanted to have the image of the elder Weasleys shagging. Upon wishing that they didn’t want said image entering their mind, naturally that particular image happened to enter their minds.
“Oh please, Ron. I’m certain that your parents have had sex many more than six times in their life,” stated Hermione. “Think of it as ‘practice runs’ if you will. And they like these ‘practice runs’ so much that even though they aren’t having any more babies, they still enjoy doing them.
“And as for you, Harry,” Hermione said turning to her boyfriend. “From all the stories I’ve heard about your father, I’m sure James took every opportunity to do some ‘practice runs’ with your mother.”
Harry used all of his will to block the image of his parents fooling around that was threatening to enter his mind.
“And don’t forget your father was an Animagus as well,” Hermione added with a touch of amusement. “I wouldn’t be surprised to find out if Lily was a little curious and…” Seeing the absolute looks of horror and dismay on her boyfriend’s face, Hermione decided to unleash her more playful side. “Hmmm… I wonder. Is it actually bestiality if the animal’s really human?”
Harry didn’t register the rest of Hermione’s train of thought because he blacked out once again. Mercifully.

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Mama passed out again chapter 1

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Honestly my child hood was pretty crappy. I never knew my dad and my mum had been a drunk as long as I could remember. Every weekend she would have a massive parties that I’d be left to clean up after as well as clear everyone out once she passed out.
Once weekend when I was about 12 I stuck to the edge on the stairs and watched everyone drinking and dancing. I heard laughing from the kitchen. I moved further down the stairs so I could see.
At first I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Heaps of people were standing around the bench and I couldn’t tell what they were looking at. A few moved a bit and I saw my mum completely naked laying across the bench. A guy had something between her legs. After a bit I realized it was a beer bottle. I was worried about her. But she was smiling and every one else was laughing. Mum kept taking big drinks out of a vodka bottle. Everyone standing around grabbing her boobs and her pussy. I couldn’t stop watching. I saw aunty Leah (my mums best friend) climb up onto the bench and lift her skirt. She lowered herself onto my mums face then starting rubbing back and forth. She started to make noises I had never heard before. I watched for what seemed like forever. All these years of mum partying and I had never seen this. All the guys standing around we’re cheering Leah on and the guys near mums feet still had the beer bottle inside her.
By the time Leah got off the bench mum was passed out. I thought she was dead but then I saw her chest rise and fall. I didn’t want to walk out there while mum was like that so I sat up the top of the steps out of sight until everyone left.
A hour or so later the house was empty again except me and mama. I headed down stairs to start cleaning. I grabbed a blanket and dropped over mum. The beer bottle was still between her legs and I was to scared to move it.
I cleaned the house then as I was heading back to bed I passed mum she had moved a bit and the blanket was now on the floor. Her legs were wide open. I don’t know why I did it but I gave the bottle a small push back up inside her pussy. She let out a small moan and I dropped to the floor thinking she was waking up. A few minutes later he was snoring again. I tried again. Moving it slowly in and out. I felt something between my own legs. I slid my hand up my nightie and under my undies. My fanny was wet and rubbIng it softly felt really good. I’d never done this before but instantly I lived it. I still hand my hand on the beer bottle but was more interested in what I had found on my self.
Mum moved again and again I dropped to the floor. Her arm came off the side on the bench and hung over the side. Again I waiting until the snoring started again. I knew her would be out cold for hours yet but didn’t want to risk her catching me. When I stood back up I moved around to her side and gave her boob a small squeeze. As I leant over her arm rubbed over my wet pussy. It felt great I quickly pulled my undies down and lifted my nightie. I pushed up against it rubbing up and down slowly at first then fasting feeling her arm get wetter and wetter as I slid on it. She hadn’t moved for a while so I pulled back until I had her hand pushed against me I started using her fingers against myself.
I kept this up for ages then decided I wanted to try what I saw Leah doing I climbed up on the bench. And lowered myself down towards her face. I rubbed slowly across her nose and lips it felt better than using her arm. When she started to move again I jumped off and ran to my room.
Laying in my bed I heard mum moving Down stairs. Did she know what I had done?? I heard her moving towards my room she did pause at my door. I squeezed my eyes shut. But she didn’t open the door just stopped for a fee seconds then walked on to her own room. It was still dark outside when I heard the shower turn on I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up an hour or so later to mum talking on the phone. I couldn’t make out who it was too but she sounder angry.
I opened my door quietly and listened harder. She was talking to Leah well yelling at Leah was a better term. Yelling at her for leaving her naked on the bench because I could have seen her. Obviously mum didn’t remember how messy the house was otherwise she would have known I cleaned as defiantly saw her and a lot more. I went back to bed confused about everything I had done but pretty happy mum was unaware.
I waited until I heard mum pgo back into her room I started to play softly again with my fanny. Rubbing. Feeling the wet come back slowly. My breathing got quicker and I started to pant. I got up on my knees and rubbed harder faster. I started to feel strange the build up was weird I kept going as long as I could then collapsed back on my bed out of breath and my hand all sticky. I lifted it slowly to my face and sniffed then licked the end on my finger. As I did I heard a noise but as I looked up my bedroom door had just closed.
Had someone been watching? Was I mum
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