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Jack & Donna.......& Nicole, Chapters 7 & 8

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Jack & Donna…….and Nicole

 

 

Chapter 7

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            Jack spent most of Saturday over at Donna’s taking care of several jobs around the house. Donna was out doing errands when Nicole finally got out of bed at 10:30. Jack had taken a break and was drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table when she came down. Nicole was wearing what she normally slept in, a t-shirt and panties. This t-shirt was a bit shorter than some of the others and when she bent over to get some things out of the refrigerator for breakfast, Jack was treated to a clear view of her cute ass. The panties were white and a little bit worn making them almost translucent and she seemed to take a long time getting everything out. Jack recognized that she was showing off and just decided to enjoy the show.

            They chatted through her breakfast and Jack asked if she had a good time at the party the night before. Nicole said it was fun except she had hurt her ankle dancing. Jack offered to take a look at it and moved over to where she was sitting. She turned to face him and when he knelt down to check out the ankle, he noticed the short t-shirt had ridden up and the front of her panties was exposed. Because her legs were slightly spread and the material was thin, he could see the shadow of her dark bush. Her eyes caught him checking it out and she gave him a slight smile.

            After breakfast Jack went upstairs to continue his work. The house was older and many of the windows were drafty. He was installing some weather stripping to help keep the rooms warmer. Nicole went to take a shower and he asked if he could work on her windows while she showered. She agreed and went off to the bathroom. He heard the shower running while he worked and a few minutes later Nicole appeared with only a towel draped around her. She explained that she forgot to get some clothes and bent over to get some things out of the drawers of her chest. She had nothing on under the towel and this time he was treated to a lovely view of her naked butt.

            Donna returned and had lunch with Jack.

            “How was your morning with Nicole?”

            Jack wasn’t sure what to say but decided to be honest, “It was fine, but I think she was going out of her way to show off a bit.”

            “What do you mean?”

            Jack described the three things that happened.

            Donna thought for a minute and said, “I know she’s adjusting to having a man around and with just the two of us she never had to worry about how she was dressed.  Both of us never gave a second thought to running around in our underwear. And then again maybe she has a little crush on you and wants to get a little attention. Want me to talk to her?”

            “No, it’s ok. I just thought you should know.”

            “I do appreciate that.” She smiled at Jack. “So, does my little girl turn you on?”

            “Well, I hate to say it but I don’t know of any guy who would not react to that. She has a nice little body. It’s like looking at a younger you”

            “I know. I’ve seen her undressed. She’s getting very sexy. Do I have to worry about leaving you two alone?”

            Jack remembered the pictures and thought of how sexy she was. “I’m only normal. I’m going to look. But that’s as far as it goes. Besides, you give me all the affection I need.”

            She leaned over and kissed him. “I can be your little girl anytime you want.”

            Donna and Nicole went out shopping during the afternoon and Jack joined them later at a local restaurant for pizza. He asked what they had bought and they told him they would show him later after they got home. Nicole and Donna were smiling and Jack felt as if he had missed something.

            When they got in the house, Nicole said she had to give Sarah a call and ran upstairs, leaving Jack and Donna alone. Donna asked Jack to sit down, “It turned out to be a more interesting afternoon than I planned.”

            “What happened?”

            Donna saw the concerned look on his face. “Oh, don’t worry. I told you Nicole was growing up. It’s just happening a bit faster than I realized. She told me this afternoon that she had oral sex for the first time last night.”

            “I guess she is growing up. Is she ok?”

            “She’s more like me than I knew. She’s been sort of dating a boy named Josh. They’ve made out at several parties. A few weeks ago she jacked him off with her hand and last night she gave him her first blow job. He even came in her mouth.”

            “How are you with all this?”

            “A little shocked. I wish I had known earlier. She has had a lot of sexual things thrown into her life all of a sudden. First you and me and then this thing with Josh. She even went online to get some advice.”

“Online?”

“She met a guy who gave her some advice. I’m just glad it wasn’t some crazy pervert.”

Jack hesitated. He knew he had to tell her. “That guy online. That was me. I got her screen name when I fixed her computer and thought it would be fun to chat with her. She surprised me when she asked for advice but I figured it would be better coming from me. I hope you aren’t mad.”

She laughed. “So you were the pervert.”

“It was me. I have to admit I enjoyed learning about her budding sexuality. I guess it’s that innocence and curiosity of a young teenage girl. The whole thing was exciting to me.”

“I can understand that. I guess all guys have a thing about younger girls. This afternoon we ended up having a long, very intimate talk about sex. We discussed everything and I mean everything. Afterwards, we went to Victoria’s Secret and picked out some sexy lingerie. A real girl’s afternoon.”

            “Sounds like she needed it.”

            “I think we both did. Want to hear the real shocker?”

            “You mean there’s more?”

            “She was watching us from the stairway the night we had sex in the living room. She saw everything; the two of us making out, when I was sucking you, my little dance, and me riding that beautiful cock of yours. All the time she watched she was rubbing herself. She said watching me suck you made her want to do the same for Josh.”

            “She told me online. Not sure how I feel about being watched. Guess we added to her education about sex. Where do we go from here?”

            “Well, we really got closer talking today. Since she shared everything that was happening with her, I told her everything about us. She looks at you as a part of the family now.”

            “I feel honored that she has accepted me like that. I feel like a part of your family. I’m not sure what to think about all the intimate details she knows.”

            “I wouldn’t worry about it. We have shown her that sex is a beautiful thing and nothing to be embarrassed about. I want her to have a healthy attitude about it. She wanted to know if she could watch again.”

            “You would consider that?”

            “To be perfectly honest, yes I would. Certainly I want most of our time together to be private. But I am also excited about continuing to let her share in this too. I know it sounds crazy but it seems like it is what she needs right now. How would you feel?”

            “I’m willing to give it a try. But it has to be your call. She’s your daughter.”

            “Good. I told her maybe once a month we could try something. The other times she respects our privacy. If it’s ok we have a little experiment planned for tonight. Are you up for it?”

            “Sure. What do I need to do?”

            “Just wait for us in the bedroom.”

            Jack sat on the bed wondering what they had in mind. A few minutes later he heard their footstep and they entered the room wearing robes.

            Donna began, “How about a fashion show?”

            Jack smiled, “Sounds good to me.”

 

Chapter 8

 

            Nicole put on some music and Donna began a dance. She slowly undid the robe and Jack got a look at the new lingerie she had purchased. It was a blue teddy, almost shear, with a tiny pair of matching panties. Jack felt himself harden as he watched her dance. After a few minutes, Donna lifted the top off and ran her hands over her breasts as she moved in front of Jack.

Jack whistled and cheered, “Now this is what I call a fashion show.”

Donna turned away from him, bent over and slid the sheer panties down. Now naked before him she danced and ran her hands over her body. The song ended and she joined him on the bed. He kissed her and her hand rubbed the bulge in her pants.

“You were wonderful.”

“This looks a little confining. I think we need to make you more comfortable for the next performer.” As Nicole changed the music, Donna helped Jack out of his clothes and the two sat together on the bed watching Nicole. It seemed surprising comfortable to be naked and aroused in front of Nicole. Donna cuddled next to him and ran her hand over his erection.

            “I think you’ll like this.”

            The next song had started and Nicole began her dance. She also slowly removed her robe and Jack saw that she was wearing a short pink nightgown with matching bikini panties. It was not as revealing as Donna’s, but she looked great. He whispered to Donna, “She’s is a beautiful girl.”

            “Yes she is.”

            Jack wasn’t sure how far Donna was planning to take this. He got his first surprise when Nicole lifted her top off, exposing her small breasts. Her nipples were hard and, like her mother, she ran her fingers over them as she danced. Donna leaned closer and whispered, “What do you think of the show now?”

            “Absolutely incredible. She is sexier than I imagined.”

            Nicole moved around the room topless and as she passed Jack’s side of the bed she reached over and ran her hand over his rock hard cock and in her most sultry voice said, “Mmm, feels nice.”

            Jack put his hand on her ass and laughed, “This feels nice too.”

She moved to the front of the bed and as she looked into Jack’s eyes, she pushed the silky panties down. His eyes were focused on her beautiful dark triangle of pubic hair. Nicole saw where he was looking and fingered herself for him. Her eyes were closed and her body swayed as the music ended.

            Jack and Donna cheered and Nicole jumped on the bed smiling. “How did I do?”

            She ended up between them and as they hugged Donna answered. “Oh baby, you were great. I’m pretty sure Jack liked it.”

            Jack slowly let out his breath, “I’m just blown away. Nicole, you know how beautiful and incredible your mother is. And you have just made it even better. Thank you for the dance. I truly loved watching you.”

            “You two are the best. This was really fun.”

            There was a moment of silence and then Donna said, “This is going better than I expected. Look at the three of us lying here naked. I thought it might be a lot more awkward. Jack, I have plans for that beautiful cock of yours but I think we need to give Nicole a little attention first. Did you realize that she has never had the pleasure of having her pussy licked? I happen to personally know what your talents in that area are. Maybe you would be kind enough to introduce her to that wonderful sensation.”

            Jack thought of her sweet young pussy. “Oh, would I!”

            Nicole slid over to the middle of the bed and Jack positioned himself between her legs. Donna sat next her and held her hand. Jack paused. “Everyone ready?”

            Nicole smiled, “I sure am.”

            Donna sighed, “Never thought I would see this. I think we’re ready Jack.”

            He moved closer and put his hands on Nicole’s thighs. She jumped a little at his touch and then settled back. He very lightly ran a finger over her soft pussy lips. Nicole closed her eyes and sighed. He wanted this to be perfect. Donna ran a hand through her hair as Jack’s tongue slowly moved from the bottom to the top of her young slit. As his tongue brushed over her clit she jumped again and he heard her say, “Oh wow”

            Jack used his fingers to part her inner lips and looked at the young pussy. He gently pushed his tongue in and out of her tight hole and Nicole moved her hips in rhythm to his tongue. Donna was whispering encouragement and stroking her hair and shoulders. ‘That’s it baby, relax and enjoy that tongue.”

As Nicole’s excitement increased, Jack moved his focus to her clit, licking and gently sucking the sensitive bud. From her movements Jack knew she was close to cumming and he sucked her clit and pushed a finger inside her. Her body jerked and she shouted as the orgasm began. He felt her shake and Donna held her while he continued to lick and finger her. Seeing her cum was a tremendous turn-on for Jack and he felt a strong desire to put his cock into her wet cunt. Unlike the long, rolling orgasms that Donna experienced, Nicole’s was short and intense. She was breathing hard as Jack moved up alongside her.

“Oh my God, that felt good.” Nicole finally said.

Donna remarked, “You were great baby. I loved watching you.”

Jack added, “That was awesome. You have a beautiful pussy and I just loved seeing you cum.”

Donna stood and as she walked to the other side of the bed she announced, “I’ve waited long enough. I need a cock. Nicole, lets get Jack ready.”

“What should I do?”

“Jack is going to take me from behind. Let’s make sure he is well lubricated.”

Donna knelt next to Jack and took his cock in her hand. She gave him a lick and said to Nicole, “Help me suck him.”

Jack watched as she took him in her mouth and then offered his cock to Nicole. She took the head into her mouth and he felt her tongue in the hole. They alternated sucking him and then Donna got on her hands and knees and told Jack, “I really need you inside me.”

 Jack got behind her and admired the view of her pussy and ass. Wanting to make sure she was wet and ready for him he leaned over and licked her while Nicole watched. He then kneeled behind her and asked Nicole to guide him. With her hand wrapped around his shaft, he slowly pushed into Donna’s pussy.

Nicole sat next to Jack and was almost mesmerized as she watched him slide his cock in and out of her. He was taking it almost all of the way out and slowly moving it in. Donna was pushing back against him and kept repeating, “That’s it, fuck me Jack. Just like that.”

Donna’s breasts were swaying as Jack began to move faster, pushing himself in and out of her wet hole. Nicole was rubbing herself, eyes glued on his cock. Donna reached back to massage her clit and begged Jack, “I want to feel you cum. Shoot that hot load in my pussy. Fill me up.”

It was too much for Jack and he started to cum. His body shook and his legs almost buckled as his cock shot deep inside her. Donna felt the hot semen inside her and her own orgasm began. Her body shook and she moved against him. Jack kept fucking her as she came until he felt her relax. He pulled out and once again the three of them lay down together on the bed.

They lay quiet for several minutes. Jack’s mind was racing, thinking of what he had just experienced. Donna finally broke the silence, “Wow, that was something. I don’t ever know what to say.”

Jack agreed, “I’m speechless. Nicole, are you ok?”

“I feel good. I’m just a little tired.”

 

Fucked BY Teacher

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" Saif, get up and explain what a market economy is'' Ms. pamela ordered. i gulped as i haven't prepared for the class. she looked at me and smiled her sexy, seductive, wicked smile and said, '' oh look, somebody forgot his homework, that's it saif detention after school''

let me describe myself, i'm 5' 8'' and have fair complexion with green eyes and a muscuar body. i was actually looking forward to the detention as i would get a chance to be wih her alone. Ms. Pamela had huge tits and a nice body and a nice ass. she had green eyes as well and had blonde hair.

I went to her after school and she told me to sit down in the nearest desk. i worked for about an hour and she said that as i had worked althroughout my detention period i deserved something. with that she
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came closer to me and gave me a very passionate kiss on my lips. i got up and responded. suddenly she drew back and said one minute and went  towards the door to lock it. she came back and pulled down my pants and started to suck my cock. i had the greatest feeling at that time. i had started to take off her dress while she was sucking my cock. she got up and told me to fuck her. i put my cock into her pussy and started to fuck her rilly hard. i rammed into her again and again and finally blew my load into her.
she gave me another kiss and with that she left.
i sure spent a lot of time in detention after that marvelous afternoon and got to know Ms. Pamela even better.


Alli's Stubbornness

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I started dating this girl about 5 months ago. Her name was Alli, she’s really something special! Well, it wasn’t that way at first. We’d been dating for awhile but she never wanted to have sex. Being myself, I love sex, I mean who doesn’t, and trust me I get horny! If I can’t be satisfied I can’t be in that relationship. The whole reason why she didn’t want to have sex was, to try to keep a relationship amazing without sex. I didn’t want to dump her, because I really truly cared about her but if she didn’t get between my legs fast I was going to just walk out. This one time for example, she was takin
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g a shower and I thought it would be romantic to get in there with her and wash her hair. So I got in, she kicked me out! Bitch! She has the most luscious body too. Everywhere we go girls ask me how I managed to snag her. She has these beautiful curves…and her ass…I just want to bite into it. Damn, I’m getting horny just thinking about it! Well, like I said let me just tell my story and let’s see how horny you get after reading it!

I was going to take her out one night to this club, kind of my way of her meeting someone else. Club Pussycats! We walked in and got greeted by our usual friends. Kisses and hugs from everyone. Then we sat down, we started to talk about work and school and you know the usual stuff. Then this band came out and there was a hot sexy woman. Alli caught me staring. She kicked my leg. I jumped about five feet and fell on the floor. I do the stupidest things when I’m horny like unbutton and unzip myself. She stared at my crotch, actually everyone did. Alli just stared at me as I got up and ran to the ladies room. I sat in the bathroom and "zipped" myself up. Then Alli walked in. She hugged me! WHY!! I don’t know! Then she says "as long as you look and don’t touch, you can be a water fountain for all I care!" I gawked at her with anger! After all this time she wants me to get wet! No! That’s not good enough! "What! What to you mean by water fountain?" I screamed! "You know what I mean, you know, horny!" She whispered back. "I don’t want to be a water fountain unless you’re the one making me the water fountain! Don’t you get it? I love you! I want you. You’re the one I want to have crazy hot sex with!" I screamed again! She stared with her mouth gaped open. I got up and walked out! FINALLY! I just walked out.

When I got outside I tried to get a cab. "TAXI!!" "TAXI!!!" God Dammit! I just wanted to hit somebody. I was going to go home, pack my bags and leave that night! I finally got a cab and guess got in too? "What do you want Alli?" I asked her! "21st and Broadway" I told the cab driver. Then she did something I would have never expected! She put her whole body on top of me and started to kiss me in the back of the cab!!! Her tongue went inside of my mouth like it never did before! I put my hands on her head and forcefully pulled it closer. She swung her hair around and it hit me in the face. She started to rotate, rub her body against mine. I was so turned on that I grabbed her ass and squeezed it as hard as I could. This made her kiss me even harder. She moved away from my mouth and bit my ear. Next, I threw her body down against the seat and got on top of her and started to unbutton her blouse, until the cab driver told us to get out at our stop. I threw a twenty at him and enjoyed some hot kisses from Alli. We started upstairs, up 3 floors, I didn’t think I could make it, I mean the way she was kissing and taking off an item of clothing each floor. This could make anybody crazy. When we finally reached the third floor, she only had her bra, panties and shoes on. My pants were down to my ankles and my bra was half way unbuttoned.

I pulled out my keys and tried to put them into the lock, barely made it but the door opened finally. We stumbled our way into the bedroom and missed the bed and fell on the floor. She got on top of me and ripped the remaining clips off my bra and tossed the attire across the room. At the moment of her mouth on my nipple I screamed in delight. She then pulled my body up on the side of the bed so my body was bent over and my face was smothered in covers. She pulled my underwear off and smacked my bottom. It fucking hurt but the more she whacked my ass the more pleasure I felt. She waited until my butt was red as a cherry and turned my body over. With a few kicks got my legs open wide. The feeling of her hot breath on my open organ made me drench.

On that instance, she used her tongue to grab the cum before it went in my ass. My hips shot up into the air as she found my g-spot. With my hands I forced her face farther into my clit. Her nose hit my clit and once again drenched. I started to reach an orgasm until she put two fingers into my cunt, that’s when I was way passed an orgasm. She finished soaking up the cum and then came up to my sweaty, wet body and kissed me fully on the lips. She looks me in the eyes and said "I love you too babe"  She lay in my arms for the rest of the night

She said she Loves Me

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She said she Loved Me

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   She was on one of those dating site on the web and as soon as she seen his picture she knew she wanted him. So she sent him an e-mail and hoped he would respond. T

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he next day she was surprised to find a response from him. He sings in Bars and Clubs for a living and He had asked her to meet him at a place where he is playing at. She agreed to meet him that night and

She had her friends help her get ready for their meeting.

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    She walked into the Bar and heard him singing, and right away she was sure this was the guy for her. From the monument she walked through that door she fell in love. Mary Anne sat there all night staring at me as I sang sweet love songs to her. She had several guys ask her to dance, but she declined for reasons only she knew.

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    We spent many nights together without having sex, just enjoying being with other. This went on for about two weeks, until I took her to a party. At the party she got kind of drunk and ended up kissing my brother-in-law. She told me about it and I was upset just a little. The night went on and we sat together and she listened to me sing.

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    After the party we headed to my place to spend the night. I was always being a gentleman and never tried to have sex with her up to this point. I wasn’t planning on trying this night either. But she told me she was tired and if I was going to have sex, I had better do it now.

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    That was all it took for me to make my move and I start kissing her. I ran my hands straight to her breasts and fumbled up under her shirt. I then ran my left hand down between her legs and rubbed there for several minutes. Then pulling at her snap and zipper, so I could get her pants down.

Pulling at her clothes and with her help she was naked in bed with me.

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    At this point I undressed myself as quickly as I could without looking like I was in a big hurry. Even though I wanted to just fuck her hard and do it quickly.

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    I started kissing up and down her neck, back up to her lips. I was trying to be romantic and take my time with her and make it last half the night. I went down to her breasts and licked each one careful as not to miss any part of these luscious tits. I ran my tongue around each nipple slowly to give her as much pleasure as I could. Then slowly ran my tongue down to her belly button and around it. I kept going until I came to her pussy and then I skipped it and went up and down her thighs. Each Thigh my tongue ran up and down the inside of each one teasing her as I went.

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    This was driving her crazy and I enjoyed every minute of watching her squirm around. As my tongue continued to explore her body it made its way back to her tits, then back to her lips for more kissing. Then I started back down to her tits again and continued down to between her legs, up and down her thighs.

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    As I could feel her tension mounting, I let her have it. My tongue started flicking back and forth across her clit, then down into her warm sweet love box. It was dripping by now and aching for more. My tongue continued to find its way between her clit and her love canal. Before long she was bucking and pushing my head down hard between her legs.

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    All this took about 45 minutes before she was begging me to thrust my rod of joy into her. She began pulling me upwards and asking me “Please come up here and fuck me”.

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    I was still licking at her clit and my tongue was driving into her hole. I reached up with my right hand and stuck in a finger. Thinking to myself that this pussy is very tight. I was fingering her for a while, when I turned my hand to the side and used another finger to push into her anal hole.

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    I could tell she didn’t like it up her ass, but she never said a word to me about it. So I continued to finger fuck both her holes while my tongue licked and I sucked her clit.

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    Both her holes were tight around my fingers and all I was thinking about was how good this was going to feel with my cock in there. I reached my left hand up to her breasts and played with them, which made her hornier.

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    She was really pulling at me and begging me to do her right then and there. I felt I should not disappoint a woman, so I pulled myself up towards her face.

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    As my mouth reached hers, it was dripping from her juices and we started kissing madly. I raised my hips to were I knew her pussy was waiting for my hard cock and planted it right at the opening of her sweet love box. I started to push it in just a bit and she told me it was a big one. I continued to push my cock into her sweet tight box, when the head of my cock entered into the place my finger was monuments ago. It was really tight around the head of my cock and it felt really good to be there.

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    She claimed it was the biggest one she had ever had and I just couldn’t believe it. I pushed more of my cock into her and started working it in and out of her box of joy. Each time I went in I tried to get more into her, but it was too tight to get all my cock in there. So I went so slow and rocked it back and forth, side to side and back out again. She started having orgasm after orgasm and pulling me close to her.

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    I began licking and sucking her tits, as this made her buck wildly back at me. She was losing control of herself and wanting to be fucked wildly. I continued to fuck her in my own way and she just kept Cumming, time and time again.

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    I didn’t want to be done too quickly, so I paced myself and held back for a very long time. By now her pussy was beginning to loosen and I was ramming my manhood in all the way. She was moaning and bucking and begging me to fuck her harder. I kept driving my cock into her pussy for another 45 minutes.

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    I was feeling really good about this woman and I was trying not to come yet. But it has been about an hour and 45 minutes since we began and I just couldn’t hold it back any longer. I drove it in hard several more times and let it rip.

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    I was shooting my load into her pussy with such force, that she was feeling every gush of cum being pumped inside of her. I could tell that she was satisfied by the smile on her face and the tired look she had. She just wants to go to sleep now.

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    She did ask me if I used a bucket for all my cum and I just laughed about it. We lay there and I was stroking every part of her with my hands. I could tell she was sleeping now and I really wanted to fuck again.

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    So I just lie there beside her and run my hand up and down her body, while I look at this woman. I can’t believe her pussy was that tight and I feel I am in love.

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    The next morning we woke up and I made coffee for the both of us. She was still naked from the night before, and I was lusting after her hoping to get some more of that wonderful tight pussy she had. I began rubbing her tits and hoping to get a notion whether she would be willing again. She told me again, that I had the biggest cock that she had ever been with. On that note I just smiled and thought to myself that she can have all she wants.

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    We lay there for along time with me rubbing her every parts and I leaned down and began kissing her. We got hot and heavy at it again for several hours this time. With her Cumming over and over and me banging her tight love box.

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    That tunnel of love was the sweetest and tightest one I’ve had in a long time. So I wasn’t going to let this thing get away from me without making it stretch a bit. I would lick and suck on her tits and work my tongue up her neck to her mouth. And then go back downwards again, until she was about to explode from it all.

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    When she did have the big one her body started shaking and jerking around so much. That I thought she had something wrong with her and that I would have to take her to the hospital or something. I pushed it all the way inside her and wiggled it inside her as much as I could. She was having the biggest orgasm of her life and I was the cause of it. That made me feel like I was superman or the likes.

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    I continued to fuck her, because I wanted to cum too. I was ramming it into her with such force, that she complained to me it was hurting her. So I went easier on her and I was trying to go faster by now. Then as I could feel the monument soon approaching, I said to her, “Oh baby, I’m Cuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggggg”

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    I lay there on top of her, kissing her and running my hands across her face real lightly. She asked me if this means we are dating now and I told her yes. I wasn’t going to let this sweet tight love box of pure joy get away from me.

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    We get up and get dressed and have another cup of coffee. Then she tells me she has to go home and that she wants to go with me that night to my gig. I am thinking that I hoped she would want to go with me.

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    So we kiss goodbye at my door and she walks out to her car and drives away. And I am smiling away with the thought of her and her sweet tight box of joy. And those nice tits too.

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    We date like this for a month, until one night at one of my gigs; there is a girl who starts talking to me about burning her a copy of my album. Mary Anne gets real jealous and starts drinking heavy. Soon she is drunk and her jealousy gets her feeling like fuck everything.

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    She goes into the back room and talks with some guys. One guy asks her to dance and then they are arm in arm dancing. He bends down and kisses her and she allows him to. Because she thinks I was flirting with this other woman, that she is allowed to flirt and more.

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    I can see her and everything she is doing and it’s tearing my heart into. But she doesn’t seem to care right now cause she is drunk. She dances with one after another of the guys and kissing each one as she is dancing. And they are getting her even drunk by buying her more and more drinks.

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    They tell her she can’t beat them downing a drink, all the while trying to get her dead drunk. And dancing with her and kissing her, they are rubbing up against her tits. And sometimes two dancing with her at a time, one in front and one behind her grinding up against her to get her excited.

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    A couple of times she looked over at me and smiled. I just looked down and felt my heart sink. I knew what would happen and it was tearing me apart. I just knew she was going to end up leaving with the crowd of guys and leave me heart broken.

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    Soon my fears came true and she was on her way out the door with one of the guys. I overheard him tell her that he had some real good stuff to drink in his car. And then a few minutes later the others were heading out the door.

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    As she got to Chris’s car he opened the door for her to sit down and he went to the drivers side and got in. He pulled a bottle from under the seat and took the lid off and handed it to her. He told her to drink up before any of his buddies come out or she might not get any with those hounds around.

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    She turned the bottle up and started drinking it down. When she turned it upright she had drank almost half of it. Chris then took it and took a big gulp of it and handed it back to her. She turned it back up and drank almost the rest of it.

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    About this time bob opened the door and told her to slid over. Since it was a bench seat, he said they could all three sit in the front. He reached for the bottle and took a big gulp and handed it back to her. She turned it up and finished it and Chris threw it into the back of his car. He reached under the seat once again and pulled out yet another bottle. Took off the lid and handed it to her once more.

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    Now the back doors flung open and three more guys got in the back. She turned the new bottle upside down and drank over half this time. Handed the bottle to Chris who took a drink and passed it to bob. Who then in turn gave it back to Mary Anne? She turned it up and drank it until it was empty.

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    That’s when it started hitting her very hard, and she couldn’t even talk any longer. So Chris started kissing her and she was so drunk by now that she couldn’t do anything. Bob reached around her and was playing with her tits.

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    Mary Anne was that drunk that she didn’t even notice it was bob from behind her feeling her tits. Then each guy from the back seat took turns grabbing her tits and undoing her shirt more and more. Bob reached up the back of her shirt and undid her bra, she didn’t even notice. They were all smiling and taking turns getting a feels.

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    When Chris said to her I think we should take a walk to get away from the other guys, she thought it might help clear her head some. So she agreed to be alone with Chris for a walk in the night air.

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    Chris helped her out and held her up, for she was really drunk and couldn’t stand. Bob handed Chris another bottle and they walked towards the side of the building. As they got around the side to a spot that look good to Chris. He leaned Mary Anne up against a tree and then sat her down.

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    She told him she is really drunk and don’t know what the hell she is doing and he just grinned. He opened up the bottle and took a drink, then held it up to her mouth. At first she didn’t want any and Chris kept telling her it was all right and that she would feel better if she drank more. Telling her that he has done that many times, drink himself straight. So she started drinking it down, as he kept the bottle turned up so she had no choice but to drink it.

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    Chris had her down about ¾ of the bottle and then took another drink himself. Then he turned the bottle back up to her lips and told her there was just a little more left. That she should drink it to get herself better.

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    When it was empty, he sat down beside her and started kissing her again. She didn’t know but her tits were showing and he was playing with them. He lowered his head to lick on her tits and felt the other with his hand.

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    By now she was out of it and passed out completely. As Chris realizes this, he starts pulling off her shirt. As he is doing this the other guys come over and help him.

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    First the shirt, then the bra, then her shoes and pants and then her panties. They are all standing around talking about what they can do. Chris drops his pants and shorts, then lays down on top of her pulling her legs up so he can get into the right spot. He pushes his cock into her pussy and tells the others how tight the thing is. He fucks her for only 5 minutes because he is so excited and he cums in her.

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    As he pulls himself from her and stands up, Bob jumps on top of her and forces his cock inside of her. He is ramming it into her with all his might, when one of the other guys tells him to hurry up. So he sits up straddling her hips, while it is still inside her. And tells them to fuck her mouth or something.

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    So another guy drops his pants and gets down on his side and turns her head towards his cock. Then he starts pushing his cock against her lips and then into her mouth. He is fucking her mouth and driving it into her throat with each thrust as he is hammering her face.

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    She is out but the cock is choking her in her slumber, so she starts gagging and choking at this time. This guy doesn’t care ad keeps going into her throat. The rest of them are laughing about it and making fun of her while he is making her gag.

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    Meanwhile bob is looking like a jackrabbit pumping in and out of her pussy. When all of the sudden he lets out a big moan as he shoots his load of spunk inside this tight pussy. And the other guy is hammering her face like he has never had a fuck before. He dumps his load into her mouth and throat and sees some running down her chin.

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    They start laughing at the fact that she has cum on her face, and the other two replace the opening. One is fucking her cunt as the other is ramming it in her mouth. This goes on till they both dump their spunk into her mouth and pussy.

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    Then Chris pulls her legs up high and straddles her hips and pushes it in her pussy. Only to take it out and put it at the mouth of her ass. He pushing it and trying to force it in her ass, but it is too tight. He raises up and gets a better angle to drive it into this anal canal that’s never been entered before.

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    With one hard thrust he feels her ass open and except his driving cock. She feels the pain even in her passed out state and lets out a whine. They all laugh and someone says “Oh she really likes it”. As Chris continues to drive it in further and further, he feels the tightness around his cock. It is starting to hurt him because of how tight it is, but he keeps going. He feels the muscles inside constricting around his cock. It is turning him on even more, and he keeps pumping faster and faster.

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   Before long he feels the spunk squirting out of his now pulsating cock. He pulls out and bob gives it a try. Driving his member deep into her anal cavity time and time again.

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    With every thrust in her ass, she lets out a whine from the pain she is feeling from her drunkenness. Her ass is being used as a poke hole to give these guys the pleasure they want.

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    As each one takes a turn in her ass and shooting their load of cum in her ass. She just lay there passed out from the drinking. Cum is leaking out her mouth, pussy and now ass. As they continue to pump their cocks inside of her ass.

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    When each one had fucked her ass, they decided to give her two at a time in each hole. They rolled her onto her side and one in front and one in back began to push their cocks into the same hole. First Chris and bob shoved their cocks into her pussy, stretching it beyond repair. Then two more going into her ass at once, only to rip her ass wide open.

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    They kept up their fun until it was almost daylight, then they left and just left her laying there on the ground naked and passed out. Cum mixed with blood, draining from her ass and pussy. And cum running down across her face from the forceful blowjobs.

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    I knew about all this cause I watched the whole thing from the windows of the building. I knew they were going to fuck her, but I never thought like that. But it made me real horny and at times I was playing with my cock. I would rub it for a while and then stop, hoping that maybe I might get the chance to go out there and drive in a load of my own.

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    I seen them all leave and I hurried out the door, wanting my chance before it got daylight. I walked up to her and dropped my pants and lay down beside her. I first shoved it in her mouth, saying quietly to myself. “Suck this cock you fucking whore, you broke my heart tonight and you got what you deserved”. The more I said under my breath, the harder I pumped in her throat. Until I reached that time when my cock started rocking and shooting out my big load of spunk, I had been saving for her all night.

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    She was gagging and choking with the load in her mouth and throat, and it just made me hornier then before. So then I moved to place it up her ass and ream her some more. I drove it deep with the first thrust and never stopped pumping her hard. As I was fucking her ass, I rolled her over onto her belly and got on top. I could drive it in even deeper this way and that excited me more.

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    Under my breath I was saying, “Take every inch of my cock you fucking heart breaking cunt”. I kept pounding it in her until I felt it once again start to explode in her ass. I sat up on her ass rocking my cock slowly in and out of her. Feeling the last drop of my spunk go into her ass, I pull it out of her and pulled my pants back up.

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    I walked away from her that morning with two feelings, one was I was feeling sorry for her for the major fuckings she took and ripped her all to pieces. And two I felt empty inside cause I really like her a lot and she broke my heart. But then again I did feel good that I got to fuck her mouth and ass, and shot the biggest loads of my life in her.

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    Now two days later she called me up asking me to forgive her. I told her I could never forgive her because I watched her fuck all those guys. She said she don’t remember It., but felt it since. I lied and told her she was a willing partner in it all and I watched it all. Of how she allowed all those guys to fuck each hole and then two at once in each hole.

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    About then I got to feeling real horny thinking about that night and I asked her if maybe we could get together and fuck. I didn’t want any relationship, just to fuck her. She told me to go fuck myself and hung up the phone.

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    I still get horny whenever I think about that night and sometimes I am with someone who can take care of me and other times I have to just pull my pud and get myself off.

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    I never heard from her again.

A hard lesson in trust

FUZZYHERMIT1 on Forced Stories

Gloria hated working evening shift at the jewelry store in the mall. By the time she counted out the drawer and made sure all the good jewelry was put in the safe it was close to and most of the customers and employees had gone home. She slid the gate shut and set the alarm system an walked towards the food court entrance to go to her car. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked the marble floored hall. She knew from listening to customers that it was raining and dreaded the walk out to her car. A security guard opened the door and watched as she walked to her car. Gloria hurried towards her car, trying not to splash water on her new dress. She

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had bought the new dress, along with a whole new underwear ensemble at the Victoria’s Secret in the mall with money her father had sent her for her twenty-fifth birthday. He was going to meet her at home and take her out to a fancy restaurant for a supper, when her manager asked her to stay because the other Assistant Manager had called off with her little girl being sick.

 

As Gloria opened her car door and settled into the seat, she was glad her dad had helped her buy a newer car to replace the old junker her ex-husband had left her with in the divorce. She put the key in the ignition and started the engine. After adjusting the mirrors and putting on her seat belt, she headed out the darkened lot and started for home. She drove out the brightly lit street and turned onto the entrance ramp for the

 

When she got to her exit and slowed to make the curve, the car seemed to stumble and loose power for a moment but straightened right up. She stopped at the sign at the bottom of the ramp, then turned left towards her house. It was dark on the deserted country road and she slowed to be able to see better. As she rounded a curve, she saw lights flashing and a man standing in the road waving her down with a flashlight. The man leaned down as she rolled her window down just far enough to talk to him. He told her that a tree had fallen on the road and that the local Fire Department was clearing out the road. Gloria had no choice but to wait until the road was once again open. As she waited, the car began to sputter and die. She restarted it and worked slowly over to the shoulder in case it stalled again. She sat, nervously tapping her fingers on the steering wheel until she saw a fire truck heading back the way she had come. The man motioned her on but the car again started to balk. It began to smooth out once again as she got up even with the man in the bright yellow rain suit. He asked how far she had to go to get home. She replied that her house was only a mile or so up the road. He told her that he would follow close behind her to make sure she got safely home. She started to tell him she would be okay but his yellow suit and the dark sedan gave the appearance of a policeman, so she agreed to let him follow her. She slowly drove up the road until her turnoff was in sight. She turned into the gravel road and saw that he also had turned into the lane behind her. By now, her car was sputtering and emitting clouds of black smoke out the tail pipe. She felt grateful to the man for seeing that she got home safe. She pulled in beside her house and stopped the car, then walked over and thanked the man. She noticed when he turned on his dome light that there was a two way radio and red light on his dashboard. She offered him a cup of coffee, saying it was the least she could do to return his kindness. He rolled up his window and picked up the mic and briefly spoke into it, then opened his door and followed her to her door.

On the porch, the man opened his raincoat and removed it, leaving it draped over the banister. Gloria opened the kitchen door and motioned for him to come inside. She told him to have a seat at the table while she quickly made a pot of fresh coffee. She told him it would be a few minutes and that if he didn’t mind, she would put on some dry clothes. She turned and walked down a long hallway to her room and closed her door. As she was removing her soaking wet dress, she heard a noise and saw the stranger standing in her doorway. She was wearing only a skin colored bra and a bikini cut low in front and her stockings and high heels. She pulled the wet dress up to her neck in front and told the man he should leave. He stepped closer and grabbed the wet dress and threw it to the floor.

 

Gloria stood before him and put her hands over her breasts and the front of her bikini in an effort to hide her body from his view. The stranger then grabbed the front of her bra and ripped it from her chest, her ample breasts fully exposed to this strange man. She looked down and saw the big hunting knife in his hand and knew that resisting him could get her hurt but she also didn’t want him to think she wanted his advances. Gloria yelled at him to get out and leave her alone. He just gave her an evil grin and grabbed the waist band of her panties, giving it a hard pull until the narrow material on the side gave way. He grabbed the other side and ripped, letting the panties fall away from her body. He then reached down to where the lacy material was bunched between her legs and pulled it away, leaving her totally nude with the exception of her dark lace topped stockings and heels. She felt completely helpless and feared what was about to happen.

 

The man pushed her backwards onto her bed and stepped between her legs, forcing them apart. Gloria watched in horror as he unbuckled his trousers and began to stroke his erect penis. She though he was going to simply rape her and then either kill her or leave her beaten. He told her to sit up and grabbed her arm, pulling her upright. He grabbed her by the head and forced her towards his cock, telling her to suck it. Fearing for her life, she opened her mouth and took his cock into it and began sucking it. His hand held her head still while began fucking her mouth, choking her with the sheer size of him. He suddenly jerked her head back away from him and knocked her back on the bed. He held his cock in his hand and guided it to her pussy. His cock was wet from her sucking and began to enter her. She instinctively tightened her pelvic muscles but to no avail. He forced his cock deep inside her and began pumping her hard. She squirmed and tried to get him off her but he drew back his fist and hit her in the face, bloodying her nose. Then he put the big hunting knife to her throat and threatened to slit it if she tried anything else. He resumed pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, using enough force to bounce her body on the mattress. He placed the knife in his teeth like some evil pirate and grabbed her ankles, forcing himself even deeper.

 

It had been a long time since she had been involved with a man and was beginning to actually become aroused by the huge cock invading her pussy. She tried not to let her arousal be noticed by the rapist. He leaned over after taking the knife from his teeth and clamped them down on her breast biting her nipple until she thought he would draw blood. The attack on her pussy continued for several minutes until, without a word, he withdrew and turned her over, leaving her legs hanging off the bed. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then guided his cock to her puckered anus. With a mighty shove, her buried his cock in her ass and began pumping her. She had never before allowed anyone, not even her ex-husband to penetrate her there and the pain was unbearable. He relentlessly slammed his cock deep in her ass, holding her by the hips and pulling her close to him. Suddenly, with a loud groan, he filled her ass with his sperm, pumping and pumping until he was spent.

 

He  stood up, withdrawing his cock from her rectum and turned her back over on her back, then jerked her upright to a sitting position, telling her to lick his cock clean. When she hesitated, he slapped her across the face with the back of his hand and screamed at her, “Lick it, bitch!” She had no choice but to comply with his demands. Her licking caused him to gain another erection and he again knocked her backwards to the mattress. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide and shoved his cock in her pussy again. She was struggling as he once again fucked her forcefully. He stopped and slapped her across the face again and reached into his padded vest and pulled out some lengths of close line rope. He tied each leg and arm to the tall bed posts, stretching her legs wide and keeping her arms high over her head. After securing her tightly to the bed, he resumed fucking her until he finally pumped a load of sperm deep into her pussy.

 

After he had drained his fluid into her swollen and sore pussy, he climbed up on top of her and, facing her feet, lowered himself to her face, telling her to lick the come from his cock. He told her to also lick out his asshole. The thought of putting her tongue into his rectum repulsed her and she told him no. A well placed fist into her stomach convinced her to do as he demanded and she started to lick his ass hole. He told her to put her tongue inside and hit her in the stomach again to enforce his demand. She slid her tongue in his foul smelling opening and almost vomited. He sat down hard, preventing her from getting away from the stench. As if to proclaim his control over her, the man farted  in her face, letting a long, drawn out and smelly burst of gas. Gloria lost control and spewed vomit all over the rapist’s ass and covered his cock and balls with it. He rose off her face and started beating her face, smashing  her nose and mouth with his powerful blows. He then forced his vomit covered cock into her mouth, telling her to clean it off. As she struggled to keep from vomiting again, he began punching her stomach over and over. He stood up on the bed and drove a foot into her stomach and her ribs until she finally passed out from the pain.

 

When she came to, she was being placed on an ambulance gurney and saw people standing over her. A paramedic was holding a plastic bag over her with a tube leading to her arm. A State Police Officer was telling her that she was going to be taken to the local hospital for treatment of her injuries. She happened to look down and saw her attacker lying face down in a pool of blood. Another Trooper was telling a third, who had Captain’s bars on his collar the attacker had reached for his knife when the officers broke the door down. He was shot at close range and died instantly. The Captain replied that at least the state wouldn’t have to spend the money on a trial or prison care for the scum.

 

After weeks in the hospital, Gloria was ready to be released. She dreaded going into the house again and seeing the mess left by her attack. One of the girls from the store met her at the hospital and drove her home. As she got to her house, she saw her car sitting in the driveway, all polished up and looking like a new one. Her co worker told her that her mechanic had come out and got the car and fixed the wiring harness and that was the way it looked after he brought it back.

 

Gloria reached for the doorknob, not really wanting to go in but opened it anyway. The house was spotless. Someone had cleaned every trace of that terrible evening away and put new linens on the bed. The carpet had been cleaned and everything put back in its place. She turned away from the bedroom and walked into the kitchen and suddenly heard voices shouting, “Surprise!”. There were the entire staff from the jewelry store and several of her friends, standing around the table and holding a beautifully decorated cake marked “Welcome Home Gloria” was the State Trooper that had saved her life that night. She smiled and tried to act happy but soon burst into tears, causing the celebration to end quickly. Everyone there quietly left with the exception of the girl from her store and the trooper. He started to talk to her but as soon as the conversation switched to the attack, she broke out in tears and started to shake. The trooper put his hat on and excused himself, telling them he had to get back to the office.

 

After the trooper left, Gloria just stood in the middle of the kitchen and sobbed. The physical effects of her attack would soon start to heal but the psychological effects were going to take a lot longer. Gloria’s co-worker, Denise started to pick up her purse to leave but Gloria begged her to stay a while, at least until she had calmed down some. Denise walked up to Gloria and put her arms around her to comfort her. Gloria was close to hysterics and hugged Denise tightly, crying on her shoulder and holding her so tight that Denise could hardly breathe.

 

The two stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding on to each other. Without a single word, Gloria kissed Denise on the lips very softly and thanked her for helping her. Denise responded by giving Gloria a more sensuous kiss and telling her that she would always be there for her. They broke their embrace and Gloria said she was going to go shower and go lay down. Denise said she would sit a while and then lock up for her. Gloria went into her room and took her clothes off and grabbed some fresh underwear, then headed for the bathroom. She slowly walked down the hall and left the door slightly ajar in case she needed help. Her legs still weren’t too strong yet.

 

She turned on the hot water and stepped into the tub, then closed the curtain. She stood there for several minutes, feeling the water beating on her and relaxing her tired muscles. She soaped her body down and washed as if trying to wash away the memory of her attack. She had been in the shower almost a half hour when Denise became worried and came to check on her. Gloria had just stepped out of the shower and stood naked in front of the sink toweling off her hair. Denise opened the door and saw Gloria’s nude body and just quietly stood watching as Gloria dried her long hair. Denise had been in sexual situations with other women but had never even thought of Gloria this way until now. She saw that Gloria’s nipples were hard and noticed the hair covering her pussy was wet and curly. She finally cleared her throat and asked Gloria if she was okay. Gloria took down her wet towel and handed another to Denise, asking her if she would mind drying her back, since her arms and ribs were still a little sore. Gloria turned her back and Denise began to wipe her down with the dry towel. As she worked lower, she let her hands linger on Gloria’s firm buttocks. Gloria made no effort to move away or anything like that. Denise asked her to stand still while she rubbed skin lotion on her back. Once again, Gloria stood motionless as Denise began working the lotion into her skin. Gloria even leaned over the sink a little and steadied herself on the vanity top. Denise worked her way slowly down and then began to work some lotion into Gloria’s buttocks. As her fingers rubbed the lotion in, Denise made a pass down Gloria’s crack and brushed against her pussy. It was more a test move than an effort to cover her with lotion. Gloria didn’t move a bit, she actually leaned back slightly as if she was enjoying it. Denise slowly worked her fingers up Gloria’s slit to test her reaction. Gloria simply turned to face her and said for her to do the front with the lotion. Denise put more on her hands and began working it into Gloria’s breasts and stomach. Denise decided to go for broke and slid her lotion covered hand down the front of Gloria and went directly to her pubic mound, then slid a finger inside Gloria’s slit. Gloria parted her legs and let Denise probe her even deeper. The two then embraced as in the kitchen and Denise began to push her tongue into Gloria’s parted lips. Denise went slowly, due to Gloria’s traumatic experience. The last thing she wanted to do was frighten her. Gloria slowly began to respond to Denise’s advances. Her hand went up and cupped Denise’s breast. She and Denise touched nipples and Gloria felt a tingle as the two women began to explore each other. Gloria reached down and slid her hand onto Denise’s pussy. Denise knelt and began to kiss all up and down Gloria’s body. Denise stood and took Gloria by the hand and led her to the bedroom. They lay across the bed and resumed their caressing. Denise moved lower and began kissing Gloria on her tummy and worked even lower until her tongue found the top of her slit. She gently pushed Gloria’s legs apart and began to explore her pussy. She slowly began to work her way deep inside Gloria’s wetness and then she moved to her clit. Denise began lightly sucking and licking Gloria’s clit as if it were going to break. As time went on and Gloria began to respond to her oral experience, Denise began to get more aggressive.

 

Gloria was getting more and more aroused and finally turned around facing Denise’s feet and began to explore her body. She soon was licking at Denise’s pussy and then sank her tongue deep inside. Denise slowed her actions and let Gloria bring her closer to orgasm, which didn’t take long, indeed. At the proper moment, Denise resumed her lovemaking and both women began to speed towards a mutual orgasm of earthquake proportions. They both exploded into cries of passion and lust that neither one had ever experienced. They both lay, totally exhausted and Denise was the first to speak. She told Gloria that she didn’t know what came over her, that she had never had a lesbian love experience before in her life. Gloria responded by saying the same words. Both women turned longwise in the bed and fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other, kissing each other softly as they dozed off. They awoke the next morning still wrapped in each other’s arms. After a few gentle kisses, they headed for the shower. Luckily, neither one had to go in to work for the weekend and they spent it almost in its entirety making love to one another. The next week, Denise moved her things into the house and both enjoyed a relationship that would last for years

 

 

 

 

Interstate Highway
. The wipers struggled to keep her windshield clear of the heavy down pouring rain. As she accelerated to highway speed, she noticed the “Check Engine” light glowing bright yellow in her dash. It had done this a couple of times but her mechanic had checked out the car, saying it might just be a loose connection. She had made an appointment to leave the car with him on her next day off for a more thorough check.

Discoveries Of A Young Boy

CalicoJack on Masturbation Stories



About four years ago when I was 13 years old, I explored a
side of sexuality I never thought about before.Â
It was in the summer, I had just gotten of school for summer
vacation. I planned to spend one week at
my Aunt Karen’s house. We had always
gotten along, since I was a little kid.



She still had to work, so during the day, I had the house to
myself for a while everyday. One day,
when she left for work, I decided to go into her room and watch TV. She told me it was okay anyway. I jumped on the bed and couldn’t find the
remote control, so I opened her drawer, and the

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first thing that caught my eye
was a very large dildo.Â



I had never seen a dildo before, but I knew exactly what it
was. It looked like a real cock. It was a soft rubber, so it felt kind of real
also. I got a boner as soon as I
realized what it was. I looked deeper
into her drawer and seen all kinds of adult items, some DVD’s, some
lubrication, and some vibrators. I had
always like how my aunt looked, but I thought of her in a completely different
way now.



I put everything back the way I found it and went downstairs
to watch TV. I thought about what I seen
all day, keeping my dick hard the whole time.Â
I wondered what it would be like fucking my aunt, or being fucked by
some of her toys. My mind was going
crazy.



When she came home, I said nothing about my discovery. I just acted as normal as I could. I think she could tell I knew something
though, or least she knew that I was looking at her body more. I noticed things I never noticed before; I guess
just cause the hormones. I noticed her
small but very perky tits, and her very thin waist, that just led to her
perfect ass. She was now hot.



That night I stayed up late, just thinking about playing
with her stuff again the next day. I had
a dream about it actually. When she got
up the next morning, I watched her car leave and I ran strait to her room. I opened her drawer and everything was still
there, just waiting for me. I grabbed a
DVD and slipped in the DVD player. I
loved watching her porn, featuring all kinds of sex.



I watched a young girl masturbating with some toys. They looked similar to my aunts. She then lubed up a toy and stuck it in her
ass. This got my thinking what that
might feel like. I was so nervous as I
though about trying it.



I grabbed the dildo out of the drawer and looked at it for a
while. I decided to try it out. I grabbed the lube and ran back the guest
room I was staying in. I shut and locked
the door, even though I was alone in the house.Â
I put some lubrication on the dildo and just rubbed it with my hand for
a while. I was almost shaking I was so
nervous.



I took off all my clothes and was completely naked when I
jumped up on the bed and laid on my side.Â
I laid at an angle that could let me get easy access to my ass. At first I just touched it with my
fingers. They had lube already on them
so I pushed one in. At first it hurt,
but my body eased up to the idea. I
slipped in and out faster and faster until eventually I got another finger in.



A few minutes later, I stuck the head of the dildo at the
entrance of my ass. I began applying
pressure but I was so tight. After about
five painful minutes, I got the head of the dildo in. I just stayed in that position for a while,
so I could give my ass time to loosen. I
then pushed it in further. I began
sticking it in and out faster and faster, each time going a little deeper than
the time before. I looked down and seen
a stream of my cum flowing from my dick, and I had not even touched it yet. It felt so good. I fucked my ass until my arms got tired.



I pulled the dildo out and began masturbating, something I
was really familiar with. My dick felt
bogger and harder than ever before. I
quickly put myself on the edge and when I came, I shot loads of cum all over my
chest and stomach. Some even touched my
chin. I laid there a few minutes after
just going over what I had just done. It
was definitely the best I had ever done.Â
When I was done, I cleaned everything and put it back where I found it. I couldn’t wait till the next time I would be
horney again.




What I deserved !

whitegurl4blkmen on Forced Stories

I guess this is more a cleaning of the soul rather than a telling of a  story. I am a very attractive white woman in my early fourties although most people think I am in my early thirties. I am not as slender as I once was but I still have a sexy curvy body with firm perky and pointy tits. I never wear a bra or panties no matter how short my dress or skirts is. My boyfriend and I have been playing this little game for 5 or 6 years where I will dress sexy and when we go out I like to flirt with strange black men. I guess that the black men in eastern NC are not very sexually aggressive because in all that time nothing has ever happened even though my boyfriend has always threatened me that one day a black man was going to make me pay for teasing. Nope nothing has ever happened that
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is until a couple of weeks ago. It was about one o'clock early Sunday morning and it was pretty dead out, I guess from everybody having to be to work the next morning. Anyways I was dressed as usual in my black heels, black thigh-highs, black mini skirt and a dark gray silky blouse with one too many buttons "accidently" unbuttened, and of course no bra or panties. We decided to stop for coffee at a Waffle Shop in a town a couple of towns away from where we live. There was a few cars in the parking lot and as usual we parked way back in a darkend part of the parking lot between a couple of other cars.  We do this as to give me more room and time to walk in case I get a chance to flirt with a black guy coming to or from his car. And besides when I walk in my heels my perky white tits tend to bounce a little drawing a black guys attention right away. It was a little cool this morning and my nipples were hard and erect brushing up against the silk like material. As soon as we walked in I could feel a set up eyes burning the clothes from my body. I looked around and noticed sitting in the back amounst some empty booths a rather large dark skinned black man smiling at me. He was probally in his middle to late 40's and was wearing a nice looking running suit. He did not look like and athelete so assumed it was for comfort. As usual my eyes met his and I smiled slightly and nodded my head. My boyfriend noticed him too so we headed for that section and my boyfriend placed me in the booth so I would be facing the black guy while he had his back to him. I made sure that when I sat down and slid in the booth that my legs briefly parted so that if he was watching he could see that I had nothing covering my bare white little bald pussy. He must have noticed because it wasn't 10 seconds and he was at our booth and invited us to join him "Unless of course you are racist" well that last statement sealed our fate because we certainly did not want to be seen as racist. So we went over to his booth and my boyfriend immidiatly slid into the booth opposite of him but did not slide all the way in so I was forced to slide in next to our new found black friend. Of course when I did my skirt rode up exposing the creammy white skin above my thigh-highs and I put my right arm down and unsuccesfully tried to pull my skirt down a little but when that didn't work I just left my arm laying on my leg like some sort of false safety barrier. Although I knew from his vantage point that he could see inside my blouse and had a full view of my creamy white left breast and dark nipple which he seemed to be enjoying very much.  We all made small talk and I found out his name was Tyrone. About that time the waitress came over and took our order for coffee and she had no sooner turned away to leave and I feel this great big black paw grab me around the wrist and gently but firmly place my hand on his crotch. the shock and surprise made me gasp for air which drew the look of my boyfriend but I quickly regained my composure not sure of how he would respond to something actually happening. And besides it felt like the guy had a damn turkey or something shoved down his pants. While he was still asking my boyfriend questions he discreetly reached down with his other hand and freed himself from his suit and wrapped my little white fingers around his big black cock. It was soooo heavy. My boyfriend is a good 7 to 8 inches hard and probally about 6 inches around when he is hard but this thing seemed to be twice that long and thick and it was still soft. It was begining to grow in my hand just as the waitress brought our coffee over. I was scared to death that maybe she could see what was going on under the table but with him in the corner and me in front she seemed not to notice. It was so hard sitting there with this huge black cock in my hand talking to the waitress as she gave us coffee wondering what she would of thought of me if she knew. After she left we still were making small talk although by this time I know that I being distracted from what most of what my boyfriend and Tyrone are saying because I was having a hard time as this fucking black monster grew to keep it from hitting the underside of the table because it was so big. Suddenly my boyfriend said Honey and I come back to reality and one look into his eyes and I know he has figured out what is going on under the table  and he catches me up on the conversation letting me know that they were talking about old coins and Tyrone has an old 1800's silver dollar out in his car that he would like to show us and he's parked out near we are and my boyfriend wants us to walk out with him and check it out. I said OK and quickly brought my hand back above the table although I am sure that I was blushing as my boyfriend watched me. We then paid for our coffee and walked out into the darkend parking lot. As we reached the other end and got between the two cars suddenly Tyrone placed his hand on my should and spun me aroung to face him as he placed me on my knees before him and he freed that black monster from it's cage and it sprang to life in front of my face slapping me in the foreheaf before it slid down my face and then he grabbed the back of my head and began to work that big black monster into my little white mouth. I could just barely get that big black head into mouth which was now getting wetter by the second between his massive precum and my saliva. As this monster black cock grew I guessed it was somewhere between 10 to 14 inches in length and about as big around as my forearm. He kept pushing that massive swollen cumdripping black cock head closer and closer to the tiny opening at the back of my throat and as soon as I began to think of the impossibility of that he abruptly pulled it out of my mouth and stood me up. Without saying a word he turned me around and pushed my thighs up against the fender of the car and placed his hand on my back and bent me over the hood of the car. I could feel the cool metal of the hood through my silky blouse against my nipples as he pulled my skirt up from behind exposing my vulnerable white ass and pussy lips to the cool air framed only by the black skirt bunched at the top and the tops of my black thigh-highs below. I felt it as he began to rub that massive wet black cock head up and down my little white pussy lips and then the pressure as he leaned into me forcing my poor little white pussy lips to spread further and further apart. I began to feel like I was giving birth backwards when with a determined push my little lips gave away to this giant black invader and his big black cum dripping cock popped inside my tight little white cunt.  With each stroke he would penatrate me a few more inches wetting his big black shaft with a mixture of his precum and my juices. I was completely at his mercy with having my legs pressed tightly up against a six thousand pound car and a two hundred and fifty pound black man behind me pushing his massive black weapon deep inside of me the only thing that could give was my poor little white pussy. The head of his cock felt like a softball that was attached to the thick end of a bat being shoved deep inside of me when I felt so full and knew I could not take anymore I slightly twisted to look back and it seemed like he still had several inches left between my white ass and his black belly, but with each stroke he was closing the gap and my poor little pussy stretched more and more. I looked up in a daze into my boyfrinds eyes who was now standing on the other side of the hood watching all of this and instead of finding mercy only found a pleasurable I told you so look back at me. I tried really hard to maintain my gaze with my boyfriend but as I bit my lip his black belly finally slammed into my white ass I knew that he had just buried himself to the hilt into my poor little pussy and my eyes rolled back into my head with the combination of pleasure and pain flooding my body, I fought to be quiet out here in public so as not to  draw any attention to us but had to bite my lip not to whimper. The best that I could hope for as he began to ride me making sure that every 4th of 5th thrust he buried himself into me all the way is that maybe because we were in public he would only last a couple of minutes...... No such luck, the thought of somebody finding him fucking this prettly little white woman in public must have turned him on even more because he fucked me for a good 20 minutes, even though to me it seemed like it lasted 2 hours before I finally felt this baseball bat inside of me begin to swell to what seemed like the witdth of a telephone pole before I felt this huge explosion of hot wetness inside of me and I knew that he was draining his big black balls of all of his nasty black cum deep inside of me. At that moment I could not even remember if I had been taking my birth control pills on time or had I missed a few days......... Oh no...... please not that. I then felt him start to go limp as this still giant black snake now slithered it way out of me finally slapping against my thigh as it came out. I slowly raised myself off the hood onto trembiling legs and pulled my skirt back down covering my white ass and pussy from the night air even though it still felt like a hot steam bath between my legs. Tyrone handed my boyfriend his business card and said he really enjoyed having coffee with us and that we should call him and meet again sometime but that next time he was going to bring his uncle along next time too. At that he got into his car and left. We went home and had great sex 2 more times that night.  Is it wrong that now all I do is want to meet other strange black men and repeat that night exactly like it happened. I would be interested in hearing from other black men around eastern NC or southeastern VA to see what you think. You can contact me through Yahoo if you want.

Internet Connection

Luckymann on Sex Stories

             Internet Connection

 By early in 2003, I had been an active member of an internet community for several years.  The community was a NASCAR racing related group consisting of members from all over the United States.  There were even a few members who popped in from overseas.  The community members would spend hours chatting with each other in the chat room of the web site.  Our conversations were not limited to racing.  We discussed a wide variety of topics, especially during the off-season, or anytime there was not a current race to discuss.     
 One evening, Dawn, a female member of our community,

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asked if I would like to communicate with her privately on IM (Instant Messenger).  IM is separate from the community and its chat room.  Unlike a chat room which can be accessed by any member of a group, IM is a private means of communication via computer.  IM conversations can be accessed only if both parties agree to participate.
 I’m always happy to chat with a young lady, so, I quickly agreed.  Little did I know, what I thought would be a light-hearted conversation, would soon lead to so much more.  Dawn and I were soon chatting on IM almost every night.  
 Though they started out light-hearted, in very short order, our conversations had taken a turn toward the erotic.  We had begun discussing, in graphic detail, the sexual activities we had tried, and would like perform on, or with, each other.  Our near nightly conversations became more and more graphic as time went by. 
 I should probably mention here that Dawn and I are both married and have children.  Early on I made Dawn aware that I was approximately 20 years older than she.  She was in her mid 30s, and I in was my early 50s.  She quickly soothed my concerns caused by our age difference.  She said she liked older men.   
 So, I dove right in, so to speak.  I guess the old saying is true.  “There’s no fool, like an old fool.”  
 It turned out Dawn had no experience with any type of sex other than the standard missionary position and giving oral pleasures.  She claimed to lack a gag reflex.  That allowed her to give one hell of a blow-job.  Unfortunately for her, she had never been on the receiving end of any oral attentions.    
 Over the next several weeks, Dawn and I developed a very close relationship, at least over the net.  We discussed our personal lives and the problems we were each having at home.  We even discussed the possibility of meeting someday.  The expressed purpose of such a meeting would be to screw each other senseless, with no strings attached. 
 Dawn said she wanted to find how much more there was to having sex than just laying there while she got screwed.  She wanted more than having some guy climb on, hump her until he came, roll off, and go to sleep.  That’s the type of sex she had become used to. 
 I too was somewhat anxious to get together with Dawn.  I wanted a sample of her claimed expertise at blow-jobs.      
 One day, several months after Dawn and I began our cyber relationship, my wife told me she would be going out of town for several days.  When I told Dawn of my upcoming lonely weekend, she quickly suggested we get together somewhere.  She suggested we could meet in a city about half way between our respective homes. 
 I had reservations.  Talking about sex is one thing, but planing to really meet was quite something else.  I was again concerned about our age difference.  My ability to keep up with a woman in her prime caused a great deal of anxiety.  Dawn was so sweet about it. She convinced me I would do fine.  She said it would be her job to make sure I rose to the occasion.  She promised a night to remember, even if she had to provide the Viagra. 
 So, with lingering reservations, I agreed to meet her. 
 A short time later, we had made our arrangements.  We would meet at a mutually known spot in a major city in an adjoining state.  We laid out plans to for a nice dinner and a visit to a club for drinks and dancing.  Any further activities would be left to our desires at the time. 
 As the day of our date approached, I was getting more and more apprehensive.  I was still concerned about my ability to satisfy a woman more than 20 years my junior.  As I drove the freeway on the way to our rendezvous, I began having feelings of nervous anticipation.  I hadn’t felt like that since I was a teenager. 
 We had arranged to meet at a restaurant we both knew.  I was so nervous, I could barely keep from shaking as I turned into the restaurant’s parking lot.  At least I didn’t have to wait long.  Dawn pulled into the lot just a few minutes behind me.
 When I first laid eyes on a live, flesh and blood, Dawn, many of my fears melted away.  Though we had exchanged pictures, and I knew she was a nice looking girl, seeing her in the flesh made my heart jump. 
 Her dress added to the excitement.  It was a snug-fitting, black velvet, spaghetti strapped, little thing.  Its hemline struck her at mid thigh and revealed a shapely set of legs.  Dawn was about 5’7” with just enough body fat to make her soft and nicely curved. She had a wonderful set of tits.  Though they weren’t over-sized, her tits quite adequately filled out the low-cut neckline of her dress.  They seemed to be trying to escape the confinement of the dress by spilling over the top. 
 As she bounded out of her car, her tits nearly bounced out of her dress.  No plastic in those babies!  She was smiling broadly.  Her blonde hair created a golden frame for her round face.  Her light blue eyes seemed to twinkle, and her full lips just begged to be kissed. 
 As she approached, I had her stop and slowly turn.  Her hips and ass filled the lower part of her dress as nicely as her tits filled the top.  Overall, Dawn presented a very tempting package.   
 When I held out my hands to her, Dawn came forward and we embraced.  Without a word, she put her arms around my neck, firmly hugged me, and softly kissed my lips. 
 Wow!  What a way to meet a girl for the first time.  This date did indeed appear to be headed for a night to remember. 
 Dinner was good, but uneventful.  Well, I can’t quite say that.  Dawn and I were seated in a dimly lighted corner of the restaurant, and we had a difficult time keeping our hands off each other.  In fact, we failed miserably. 
 While I ate, I rubbed her thighs under the table.  I soon had, with a little assistance from Dawn, gotten her dress to ride higher and higher up her legs.  Now and then, between sips of wine, I would give her panty-covered crotch a gentle swipe with my two middle fingers.  Her panties were becoming very damp. 
 Dawn, in turn, was stroking my swollen cock through my pants.  She would give it an occasional quick squeeze.   
 We had finished dinner, and ordered a second glass of wine, when Dawn excused herself to use the restroom.  She returned quickly and, as she sat down, pulled her dress back up nearly as high as it had been before she left.  The next time I stroked her crotch, I found her pussy bare.  No panties!  She had removed them in the restroom. 
 “Air cooled, huh?”  I softly asked.
 With a giggle, she whispered into my ear, “My panties had gotten so wet, they felt like I had sprung a leak.”  
 After dinner we drove to a nearby club.  There, we drank and danced until about midnight.  As we danced, we not so discreetly fondled each other.  Grabbing her by the ass with both as we danced caused her dress to ride up.  The lower part of her bare ass was being displayed to anyone who cared to look.  By the time we left the club, we were blatantly feeling each other up on the dance floor.  
 We headed for a nice hotel nearby.  We had noticed it near the restaurant before dinner.  We checked in, and I carried our two small overnight bags to our room. 
 As soon as we got inside the room, Dawn spun me around to face her, and firmly kissed me.  Our tongues darted in and out, exploring each other’s mouths.   
 She then dropped to her knees.  In a matter of seconds, Dawn had my cock out of my pants, and was licking it like a lollipop.  She was expertly using her tongue on my cock as she ran her mouth up and down its length.  She bathed my entire cock and balls with her tongue.  When she took my cock into her mouth, she took it to the entrance of her throat with her first dive.  Whatever other skills and experiences she may have lacked, this girl could suck a cock.   
 During our IM conversations, Dawn had told me she didn’t have much of a gag reflex.  She proved it.  Holding me by my hips, she shoved my cock into her throat as far as it would go.  With her nose in my pubic hair, and my balls resting on her chin, Dawn swabbed my cock's shaft with her tongue.   
 She pulled completely off my cock, took my hands, and put them on her head.  She said, “You be in control here.  Go ahead and fuck my throat.  I really want to taste your cum.”
 I didn’t need any further encouragement, and I pulled Dawn’s head toward my crotch.  When she opened her mouth, I buried my cock down Dawn’s throat with one thrust.  After holding myself deep in her throat for a few seconds, I began working her head back and forth.  As quickly as my cock left her throat, I’d shove it all the way back in. 
 Given the excited state I’d been in all evening, and the expert deep-throat blow-job I was getting, it didn’t take long before I was ready to cum. Just as the first spurt of cum erupted from my cock, I pulled Dawn’s head tightly forward burying my cock deep in her throat.  I held my cock in her throat as I pumped my load of cum down her gullet to her belly. 
 She never flinched.  Indeed, rather than back off, she hugged my hips, and pulled me even deeper down her throat.  As the last few drops of cum dribble from me, she pulled back and licked my cock and balls clean. 
 “Wow!”  That was the only thing I could say.  
 Dawn smiled, stood up, and hugged me tightly.
 As we hugged, I unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor.  Unhooking her bra allowed it too, to fall off her arms to the floor.  Carefully removing her shoes, and stepping out of her dress, Dawn stood before me in nothing but her stockings.  What a beautiful site she was. 
 As I gazed at Dawn’s body, I noticed her pubic hair.  Like she had told me during our computer conversations, her dark pubic hair was trimmed to form a narrow strip above her pussy.  She called it her landing strip.
 Taking her by both hands, I pulled her toward the bed.  As we sat on the edge of the bed, I told her, “It’s your turn, baby!”
 “What do you mean?” she asked.
 “Didn’t you say you’ve never had your pussy eaten?”
 “No!  No one has ever done that to me before.”  She said.
 “Well it’s about time someone did.” I told her. 
 I finished undressing and stretched out on the bed while she removed her stockings.  Lying close and holding each other snugly, I began by kissing her soft lips.  Softly at first, then progressively firmer.  My hand quickly found a breast and began kneading it.  I kissed and licked my way all around her neck, ears, and shoulders. 
 Kissing my way lower, I stopped to nibble on Dawn’s tits and their large nipples.  Those nipples were soon standing fully erect and were nearly half an inch long.  Firm sucking and light nips brought gasps from Dawn.  As she pulled my head tightly to her chest, I soundly squeezed both tits.  She seemed to enjoy having her tits handled firmly.       I reluctantly left her tits, and kissed my way down her smooth belly.  Except for the small strip of pubic hair above her pussy, she had shaved herself smooth. 
 Sliding down the bed, I settled between her legs.  I placed a gentle kiss on her outer pussy lips, and gave her a single, long, lick from the bottom of her slit to near her clitoris.  That brought another deep gasp from Dawn.  She raised her knees and spread her legs a little wider.  The next long lick parted her outer lips and exposed her pink inner lips and hooded clit.  Dawn had begun to moan and her breathing was becoming somewhat ragged.  
 After I had given her several more long licks to her tender lips, Dawn reached down and pressed my head firmly into her pussy.  I drove my tongue as deeply as I could into her hole and swirled it around.  As I tongue fucked her pussy, Dawn began thrusting her hips up to meet my tongue.  When I felt she was near orgasm, I wrapped my lips around Dawn’s clit and sucked.  Gently at first, but I was soon sucking her clit almost as hard as she had sucked my cock.    
 “Oh, oh, I’m cuming!” Dawn gasped.
 Flicking my tongue over Dawn’s clit as I sucked on it drove her into a frenzy.  She went wild.  She was bucking and yelling, “Oh yes!  Eat me, Baby.  Oh shit!  Don’t stop!”  With one final thrust, she held her ass nearly a foot off the bed, and forcefully pulled my face to her pussy. 
 I didn’t stop sucking and licking until Dawn lowered her ass back to the bed and began to relax.  With a few more gentle licks and a kiss to her pussy, I crawled up beside Dawn and held her tightly.  As her breathing began returning to normal, she smiled, and said, “I didn’t think it was possible to cum so hard.”
 After cuddling for a little while, Dawn reached down and took my cock in her hand.  I had begun regaining the strength Dawn’s blow-job had sucked out of me.  Her gentle strokes soon had me fully erect again. 
 “Honey, will you fuck me now?”  She was almost begging. 
 “No!  You’re going to fuck me.” I replied as I pulled her over me. 
 Dawn seemed a bit confused.  I had her sit on her knees straddling my hips.  She quickly got the idea.  Reaching between her legs, she aimed my cock’s head at her pussy’s opening.  With one stroke, she lowered herself, and took my cock fully into her hot, horny, pussy.  Dawn had a surprisingly tight pussy.  It was apparent she hadn’t had much loving lately, and her pussy hadn’t seem much action. 
 Slowly at first, she began riding up and down my cock.  I reached up and took a tit in each hand and kneaded them roughly.  When I firmly pinched both nipples at the same time, Dawn slammed down on my cock, driving it deeply into her hungry cunt.  She then rode my cock hard and fast. 
 “I’m cuming, again!!”  She said with a gasping voice.
 “Me too, Baby!”  I replied, as I rose to meet her strokes.  She slammed down hard on my cock, and began grinding it into her cunt with a circular motion.  She soon fell forward and ground her clit on my pelvis while she smothered me with kisses. 
 In a short time, with Dawn still straddling me, my cock still in her pussy, we fell asleep.  Some time during the night, she rolled off and curled up next to me.
 In the morning, I gently rolled on top of Dawn, and gave her a nice, slow, and gentle fuck.  She responded by wrapping her legs around my waist and matching my thrusts.  When I buried my cock in her, and pumped my morning load of cum into her cunt, she used her legs to pull me into her as deep as possible.  She had a great grip on me with those shapely legs.
 After showering, we ordered breakfast and talked about our night.  Dawn said, in the past, she had seldom cum even once in a night, and never twice.  She was still excited about getting her pussy eaten for the first time.  She couldn’t believe she had cum so hard, especially without a cock in her pussy.  She made me promise to eat her again, soon.   I told her I'd be happy to eat her again, but there was much more she could learn if she wanted to. 
 With a broad smile, she said, “Next time.”    
   I, too, was still excited.  It had been years since I had been able to cum multiple times in a night.    
 I then walked Dawn to her car.  With a warm kiss, a pat on her ass, and a promise to meet again soon, we parted. 
 I look forward to our next little road trip.  More new ways of loving await Dawn.                                               
                 
                           
         
                                       
 

Weekend Indulgence...Part 2

tygress on Love Stories


Saturday

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When she woke up Saturday morning she let out a sigh of relief, she hasn’t slept like that in months since he died. She looked upon this sleeping man and wondered to her self could he be the one to bring her back to life or just want to be the one to cause more pain.

She made her way to the bathroom and started the water as she was standing under the hot streams of water she hear him pull back t

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he shower curtain a bit and watched her soaping up her body. She looked back at him and smiled that devilish grin of hers.

“Would you like some help?” he offered.

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” she replied.

He quickly took off his clothes, tossing them to the floor. He climbed in the tub behind her, pressing his chest against her back. She handed him the soap so he could lather up his hands. Stretching her arms behind her, she began rubbing his sides, her own hands slippery from the soap. She slid her hands between their bodies and reached for his cock, which was already incredibly hard. His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them, her soft flesh becoming slippery from the soap. His fingers played with her hardening nipples. She tossed her head back, resting it on his shoulder, and moaned softly. The tip of his tongue traced her earlobe. As his hands kneaded her breasts while her hands were busy stroking his hard shaft.

“You’re so hard,” she said in a lusty moan, squeezing and releasing the head of his cock in rhythm with her words.

She brought her hand to his and guided them over her body, slowly bring them lower and lower. She pressed her body back tightly against his. His hard cock, slippery from the soap, rubbed between her ass. Her back arched as his fingers brushed over her pussy. She moaned out loud as his fingers caressed her mound, running through her small patch of hair. Their hips gyrated together, sliding the shaft of his cock between her cheeks. She reached back with one hand and grabbed the back of his head, guiding his mouth to her neck. He kissed and nibbled at her skin as his fingers found her clit. His other hand cupped her breast as his fingers squeezed her nipple. Her other hand reached out for the showerhead and directed the spray of warm water down her body. Her hand slipped under his, her fingers rubbing her own clit.
He slowly slid a finger inside her wet pussy, exploring her inner walls, feeling the warmth from within her. He kissed over her collarbone, lightly sucking and nibbling her soft skin. His hand massaged her breast, his fingers rolling her hard nipple between them. He slipped a second finger inside her pussy, slowly moving in
and out. She let out a slight moan as her own hand moved quickly, rubbing her clit in circles with her fingers. He could feel her body start to tense up. Her other hand grabbed the back of his head tightly. Her moaning grew louder and louder, he could tell she was on the verge. He moved his mouth back to her neck, biting her soft flesh. Suddenly her body began to spasm slightly. Her hand moved from her clit and
grabbed his hand, holding his fingers deep inside her. After a few seconds, she turned around to face him. Still short of breath, she pressed her mouth to his.
She broke the kiss and looked up at him with a sly grin. Her hands reached down and held his still hard cock, stroking it lightly.

“Now it’s your turn”

Moving behind him, she turned him around to rinse the soap from his body. “I don’t want to get all that soap in my mouth,” She giggled.

She turned him back around to face her. The warm water running down his back as she kissed him softly. Her hands ran up and down his chest,
moving lower and lower. Slowly, she sunk to her knees in front of him, her mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down his chest and stomach. She giggled as his hard cock pressed against her breasts.

“Poor baby. Looks like your need some attention here”

She took his cock in her hand again, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue over the head. Her other hand lightly caressed his balls as she took the head into her mouth. He moaned out as he felt her tongue swirling over the head of his cock. Her hand began to pump his shaft, twisting as it moved up and down. She sucked deeply on the head, her tongue teasing the hole. Her hand pumping in unison with her head, her other hand massaging his balls. The slurping sounds she made as she sucked his cock aroused him even more.

He moaned louder and louder as she continued. The pleasure was almost more than he could stand as he came closer and closer to the edge.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back, pulling his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him and pouted, she was enjoying how much pleasure she was bringing him.

“Turn around,” he told her, “on your hands and knees.”

She turned around and leaned forward onto her hands, sticking her ass up in the air. He knelt behind her and rubbed the head of his cock over her ass.

“Mmmm….Stick that in Me.” she moaned.

Her own hand reached back between her legs and grabbed his cock, backing her body back closer to his, holding the head of his cock to her pussy lips. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back onto him, his cock sliding deep inside her. His hips bucked, fucking her harder and harder. They both moaned out loud, gasping for breath. All of a sudden, the water that had been getting colder turned into a spray of ice cold water. They both jumped from the shock, quickly getting up and redirecting the stream. Both of them broke out into laughter as he fumbled to turn the water off. She reached for the towels hanging by the shower and they both dried each other off, kissing at every opportunity. Wrapping the towel around her she got out of the tub and started towards the outer room. His hand grabbed her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks.

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“I’m not done with you yet”, he said seductively.

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He had her against the wall. His hands were spread, giving her support. His cheek leaned against the tapestry hanging in front of her. His hands moved down her sides, over her hips, to her thighs. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, “I need to fuck you.” she closed her eyes on a moan. She loved it when he took complete control of her, not giving her any options. Her blood was pounding, her pussy was wet. Leaning against her, he pushed her harder against the wall. She could feel his groin press against her ass. He was hard and throbbing. His hands moved slowly skimming her skin with a feather-touch. It was just enough to drive her crazy. She moaned and begged for him to touch her. He just chuckled in her ear. His fingers moved up her thighs to cup her ass cheeks. With two fingers, he pulled the front of towel forcing the material to tug up against her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against him. Sliding her towel up and down, he played with her with the material. Her clit was swollen by the time he slid his finger over her, briefly touching her. She moaned and closed her eyes. His hands moved, letting go of the towel. His fingers grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading roughly. He asked her how bad she wanted him, as if she needed to answer him. She threw her head back begging him. His fingers wrapped themselves around her towel and pulled, tearing the material from her. She grunted, relishing the freedom and the roughness. She smiled and moaned as his hand savagely cupped her breast. He pushed his cock against her ass again, pressing and grinding against her. Her pussy was dripping, throbbing between her legs. “Fuck me! She said wildly,” begging him to be inside her. He laughed, when his thumb and forefinger pinched her hard nipple she felt as if she would cum just from that. His arm gripped her tighter around the waist, his hand splayed across her stomach. His fingers pulled on my nipple, twisting slightly as he pulled it away from her body. His hand moved down her stomach and slipped over her pussy. He cupped her without touching her. She could feel the heat from his hand. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her, to push inside her. She tried to lower her pussy onto his hand but he held her firm. His hands moved up her body again. He pushed her naked body against the wall, pressing his body against her back. “You’re not getting my cock until I’m ready to give it to you.” He whispered in her ear. Sliding a hand between her legs, he spread her legs wide. “Stand still. Don’t move.” She felt him walk away from her. She didn’t move. She knew if she did she wouldn’t get what she wanted. She heard him come back. Sliding a hand around her waist again, he pulled her ass out away from the wall. “Don’t move.” Suddenly she felt something cold run down her bare back. Wine, she could smell the sweetness of it. It rolled down her back, sliding between her ass cheeks, dipping down between her legs and over her pussy. It was cold and wet and it made her throb. He leaned down and slowly licked the wine from her back. His tongue worked slowly across her skin. His hands held hers hips, holding her in place. Down her back, his tongue slid easily over her skin. When his tongue reached just above her ass, she held her breath. Then she felt more wine poured over her. His tongue followed it again, licking every last drop. She felt him kneel behind her. He poured more wine. This time, he slipped between her legs and swallowed the wine as it rolled over and dripped from her pussy. His mouth, tongue was close enough to her so she could feel them but he never actually touched her with them. His hands held her ass, his finger digging into her. The wine flowed over her, coating her pussy. She was begging again, begging to be fucked hard.
The tone changed. His hands lightened on her. His touch was more caressing, less aggressive. Using his mouth, he trailed kisses over her inner thighs, moving from one thigh to the other. His kisses moved closer and closer to her pussy but he never touched it. Instead, his hands and his mouth caressed her skin. His lips touched her inner thighs, his hands stroked down the back of her legs. Nearly whimpering, she tried to lower her mound to his mouth. He moved away from her, leaving her empty.
Standing behind her, he ran his hands up her hips to her waist and held firm. His body didn’t touch her. His lips touched the back of her neck, moved trailing kisses up under her right ear. When his hands moved around to her stomach and upwards to cup her breasts, he was gentle this time. With feather-light fingers, he teased her nipples. As his fingers moved across her nubs, they hardened even more. Every nerve ending in her body was alive. Just as her body was adjusting to this new, softer touch, he leaned against her, pushing her against the wall again. His hands moved down to her hips, grabbing hold. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to be taken?” He whispered it in her ear. His tongue snaked out to lick her neck. She moaned, closing her eyes, “Yes!” She said in a panting voice. Her pussy throbbed, she was so wet. She could feel her juices running down her leg. She couldn’t remember the last time she wanted someone this badly. She closed her eyes as she felt him moving behind her. Her clit felt huge, like it was the only thing between her legs. So far, he hadn’t touched her there. He hadn’t laid as much as a finger against her pussy. She couldn’t wait much longer. Lost in her thoughts, she opened her eyes when she felt the tip of his cock against her ass. He rubbed the tip over her ass cheeks, sliding it into her crack. Up and down, left and right. He felt huge, harder than ever to her. “Is this what you want? Where do you want it?” He kept rubbing his cock against her but never touching her where she needed it. “I don’t care where; I just want you to take me!” She was pushing against the way, pushing herself back against him harder. His hand moved to her waist again and he pulled her back against him. “Open your legs wider.” She did and closed her eyes again. With one hard thrust, he rammed his cock all the way inside her aching pussy. She cried out in a huge orgasm, her body shaking and tensing as he slammed into her pussy and then pulled all the way out as he thrust into her again, filling her, her pussy tightened around him. She was moaning, thrashing back against him. His one hand held her waist while his other hand wrapped around his cock, holding the last inch or two of him from her. “Is this what you wanted?” She had no idea if she answered him. She was wild, moaning and grunting, pushing back against him. His cock was all she was centered on. With another thrust of his hips, his cock filled her. This time, he moved his hand and she got the entire length of him in her pussy. He was long, thick. He fucked her with short, hard bursts, slapping his balls against her. She came again, her muscles gripping his tool inside her, holding him. Keeping his cock inside her, he moved slightly, lifting her left leg up. Making his cock go even deeper inside her. He fucked her harder, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of her, holding so the tip just filled her lips and then slamming his way back in. She was one giant orgasm. Her pussy wouldn’t stop throbbing. She was screaming, begging. He reached up with one hand and cupped her tit. His hand was rough, squeezing her, pulling on her nipple. He rammed his cock into her over and over again; fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy made a slurping sound as he pulled his cock all the way out. Turning her around, he backed her against the wall. Lifting her, he told her to wrap her legs around him. He thrust his cock back inside her pussy. Her hands grabbed hold of his shoulders, holding onto him as she pummeled against the wall. Her breasts bounced up and down as he pushed into her. His cock was getting thicker, harder inside her. She felt another wild orgasm tear through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and marked him, her nails drawing blood. She opened her eyes and watched his face as he rammed his cock into her again. His eyes closed and he moaned out something she couldn’t understand. All she knew was his cock was erupting inside her, filling her with his hot cum as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. She moaned and came again.
He stopped moaning, his cock throbbing in her pussy still tight around him. Their juices dripped down her legs as he lowered her feet to the floor. His cock slid out from her. Reaching down between them, she wrapped her hand around his wet tool and stroked him. He closed his eyes and took a quick breath. Pulling on him slowly, she milked another few drops from him. Leading him by his cock, she led him to the bedroom. He’d taken her. After they slept for a few hours and recharged, she was taking him she thought to herself. After an hour she woke up and decided to shower and get ready for dinner. All she could do under the steaming hot water was think of what has happened between them so far this weekend. She wanted him in her life, she wanted him so bad to stay but her heart was just not ready. “What am I going to do?” she asked herself. After she got out a dried off her wet body she walked out into the room where he was sitting at the edge of the bed. He said that he was going to shower and to decide where she would like to go eat; he kissed her cheek and went off. They went to a quit little Italian restaurant and sat in a secluded part of the room where they talked, ate and drank. After dinner as they walked down the street they decided to stop at a bar and have a few shots and play some pool. It was about 2:30 am when they left for the hotel walking to the elevator and starring at it and each other remembering the night before they laughed. When they stumbled into the room he sat on the bed and she said, “It’s my turn.” He looked at her puzzled. “Are you ready?” It was the way she said it that made his heart pound faster. The sparkle in her eyes told him that something great was about to happen, and he felt the shiver run all the way down to the pit of his stomach. She leaned in closer, placing her arms around his neck and softly kissed his already swollen lips. He felt it in his toes. His hard cock was already straining to break free, but that simple kiss made it leap with pleasure. She has the softest and lightest touch he ever felt, the kind of touch that makes you mad with desire. "Just close your eyes baby, and concentrate on what I'm doing to you," she whispered against his lips. His knees nearly buckled under him as her hot breath touched his skin. All he could do was nod and lick his lips with anticipation.
She then placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him backwards, until he was lying fully on the bed. Her tight body leaned up against him, pressing her soft firm breasts against his chest. He groaned softly at the feeling. Her luscious lips then found the little place behind his ear. Gently they tickled the skin, taking soft little sips and occasionally her tongue would dart out from between them and trace a line from the base of his neck to the tip of his ear lobe. Sparks flew down his spine with each lick. "Concentrate baby," she whispered in his ear as she took his lobe in her mouth. He inhaled sharply as the tremor hit his body. He had to brace himself when her tongue lightly started tracing the rim of his ear; he nearly came on the spot.
He gasped, "What are you doing to me?" She pulled away from his neck and looked him deep in the eyes, "Shhhhh, no talking." A slow sexy smile crept to her mouth, "Take your shirt off and brace your self." With that, her fingers slowly traced a line down the front of his chest, circling around his belly button and skimming the skin above his pants, moving wickedly back and forth just under the rim. Where her fingers had just been, her mouth soon followed. Sweet little kisses were placed strategically over his chest. Her tongue darted out to lick his already hard nipples as she passed over them. She moved back slightly and gently blow on them, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat, "Damn." His heart was pounding in his ears, and each time she leaned in to place another kiss on his feverish skin his cock would push that much harder against the confines of his pants. Achingly she made her way down the length of his abdomen, stopping just long enough to place a few kisses under his belly button. She was driving him crazy!! Then she did something that made his heart stop. She started to kiss his throbbing penis through his pants, teasing him that much more. She knew that he was waiting for the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on his hard cock, but she made him wait. She used his pants as a way to make even her lightest of touches, so whisper soft that he had to remain absolutely still just to feel it. By this time he wasn't able to form a single word, let alone tell her that he couldn't take much more of this. Sweat started to form on his brow. His heart was erratic. His palms were getting sweaty. His leg muscles were trembling. But all he could do was hang on, because he knew that if he could, she would reward him with something he would die for. Then just when he was about to give up the fight, she pulled his pants down to his ankles. The rush of cold air on his balls made him gasp aloud, and he made the most terrible mistake of all. He peaked. What he saw nearly drove me right over the edge! She was on her knees in front of him, naked. Her perky nipples were touching his thighs, her hands were wrapped around him and squeezing his butt and her tongue was slowly coming out of her mouth to lick him. She moved so slowly, he thought it was slow motion. The anticipation was killing him. When her tongue finally touched his taught balls, their eyes met, and her mouth curved up a little in a wicked half smile. Holding his gaze, she licked from the bottom of his balls to the very tip of his engorged penis. It was too much for him. His balls contracted and he was going to cum, he couldn't hang on to it. “I’m going to cum!" he said in desperation. With speed, she had a hold of him and was pressing down hard on that special spot on the bottom of his penis.

Nothing happened. His body was poised and straining at the very peak of absolute ecstasy, but she had stopped him just in time. The breath he had been holding was expelled. His arms and legs began to ache, but nothing compared to the throbbing he felt between his legs. She looked up at him with a slight smile and whispered, "That was close baby, and you nearly ruined all my plans for you.” Her beautiful fingers left his straining cock. He all but pleaded her with his eyes not to let go, as he could not even form a word with his lips in that moment if his life depended on it. That's how she left him, aching and desperate. Their eyes never parted; however, she slowly leaned in closer and parted her lips. They branded the soft skin at the junction of his hips and thighs. His body shook with the force of such a kiss. She moved to the other junction. Again, her hot lips branded his flesh and this time he gasped. Her tentative fingers began feather light touches all around his thighs and hips as her lips placed gentle kisses everywhere she could reach. She goaded him with her softness until he was all but ready surrender. She kissed him everywhere but the place he longed for the most. Placing wet kisses above his erect penis and allowing the silkiness of her hair to touch the tip of his sensitive cock. Gently licking around the base of his penis with her silky tongue, softly stroking his shaft with her sexy lips. He all but died and had gone to heaven. She was teasing him. He knew she was, and yet, he was helpless to stop her. She had turned the tables, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Ever so slowly she parted his legs further with her soft caresses. He obliged willingly, and she scooted down lower in front of him. Softly her right hand extended and took a hold of his balls. Electricity ran through his body and he was frozen. Closer and closer she came until she was but an inch away. "She wouldn't," he thought, "She wouldn't do this to him now, not when he was so close."
But she did. She started to lick behind his balls, softy at first, then with more enthusiasm. His whole body tensed with each lick from her talented tongue. He tried not to show how good it felt, but before he could stop it a moan escaped from the back of his throat. He instinctively threw his head back and pressed his hips forward. He couldn't help it. Electric shocks were coursing through him. He didn't think that it could get much better than this, but just as that thought entered his mind...it did. Her hand started to massage his aching balls, softly squeezing them in her fingers. The two things combined sent him to his highest peak and kept him teetering on the edge. It was her synchronized efforts that kept him there without finding sweet release. He couldn't take much more of this. He was so close, that he could feel the cum rising inside of himself, ready and waiting for the right touch to make it rush forth. His whole body ached; his heart was pounding like he had run a marathon. His breath came in wild gasps and sweat had started dripping down his back. Then without warning, she simultaneously took his cock into her mouth. He died for an instant. His body surrendered completely to her. His cum exploded into her mouth as she deep throated him. His hips gyrated like they had a mind of their own. He was powerless. He collapsed when it was over. His mind was reeling and his body lay limp. He couldn't catch his breath. Finally when his senses returned, he eased off the bed and slid down to the floor where she was. He leaned up against the bed, unable to move, legs spread wide. She was still kneeling in front of him. She smiled, a broad smile, and came into his arms with her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they just sat there for a few moments saying nothing.

“Baby?" she whispered.

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“Yes?” he whispered back.

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“You didn't brace your self," she said with humor in her voice.

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He couldn't help but laugh. With that they climbed into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Better then Vegas!

MartiniAngel on Sex Stories

There she sat, at the desk in her hotel room working on her laptop. Every few minutes she would stop to think about how her night was going to be. Since she couldn't concentrate, she decided to take a hot a bath to relax herself from the anticipation that she was feeling. There he was, in his car, on his way into the city. He had plenty of time to imagine what every detail of the evening was going to bring, though he knew everything that was racing through his head, would be nothing compared to the reality that he was getting ready to experience. Finally he was there. She got out of the shower and put something comfortable on. She knew he would be there any minute. She was nervous and she couldn't explain why. She wanted to be perfect for him, so he could remember every deta
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il of tonight and not regret it. Then, there was a knock at the door, she opened it to see the most handsome man. They looked at each other for a few moments, their hearts were pounding when he finally put his arms around her and kissed her. The kiss was so passionate that she melted into him. As she reached around to make sure the door was closed he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he gently layed her down. Neither of them could remember ever wanting something so badly that it ached deep inside them. She wanted to take him then, but she knew that they had all night to indulge into their fantasies. She slipped away from him and slowly took off her clothes. She whispered softly in his ear to sit back and enjoy what he was about to see. She leaned back onto the bed and spread her legs, moistened her finger and stuck it inside her pussy. With every movement of her finger moving in and out of her she moaned. Then with her other hand she played with her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier, and as she arched her back into the air she let out a moan of desire. This was turning him on more and more with every moan she let out. He couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned in to join her pleasuring herself. He tasted all of her, while she was masturbating. Even though this felt so good to her, it isn't the way that she wanted to orgasm, so she grabbed him and kissed him deeply tasting exactly what he had tasted. She started undressing him while kissing every inch of his body in the process. As he lay there naked, his penis at full erection, she grabbed it and wrapped her mouth around it. She teasingly licked the head of it while sucking it and playing with his balls. He moaned with desire, and told her that he had to have her right then. She slid her body on top of his as he guided his cock into her dripping pussy. They both moaned, but was it for desire, pleasure, or both? At that moment nothing else in their lives existed. All that mattered to them was each other. The way their bodies felt rubbing against one another, the way their breathing was in sync, how good the other felt. As she rode his hard cock she watched all of his facial expressions, she knew she was pleasing him. But she wanted to give him more so she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts and squeezed them, she then put her finger inside herself with his cock. She let out a scream of pleasure. With that, he decided that it was his turn to please her. He rolled them both over so that he was on top of her. He looked into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was, and how happy he was that they have this night together. She smiled and agreed. He then kissed her so hard that she was breathless. He intertwined their fingers and took her hands and put them above her head and held them there. He pushed her head back as he kissed along her neck. With every few kisses he would bite at her making her whole body tremble underneath him. He told her that she tasted so good and he couldn't get enough. She couldn't take the pain of wanting him any longer, she wrapped her legs around his body and with all of her strength pulled him toward her. His body felt so good touching her. She grabbed his dick and put it inside of her. She gasped for air as he pushed himself deep into her. It wasn't as good as what they had remembered, it was even better. Was it because they wanted each other so badly that anything would have felt good? Was it that they had been torturing each other for weeks and the build up was ready to explode. Whatever the reasoning, they were both in ecstasy. As he was thrusting in and out of her she tightened up around him. She could feel herself reaching her height of climax, but she held back. She wanted him to cum with her. She asked him if it felt good, he said yeah. She told him to fuck her harder, he did. She couldn't hold it in any longer, she screamed as she was letting it go. That pushed him over the edge, he told her that he couldn't keep it in any longer he had to release himself. She dug her nails into his back as came. She felt his body quiver in her arms. They were both trembling from pure ecstasy. They layed in each others arms for what seemed like eternity. He leaned up to look down at her, and then he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. He felt so good, he knew just how to make her feel want. He whispered in her ear that he wanted to take a shower with her. She willingly agreed. She started the water, and as she was standing there he came up behind her rubbing his hands up and down her back. He could tell that he was turning her on by massaging her back that way, so he continued to do so. She guided him into the shower, underneath the water, and kissed him. She wanted to feel his wet body next to her, and wanting to tease him she thought that now would be the time. She began taking her hands and caressing every inch of his body. She could see the he was enjoying this. But he knew exactly what she was doing, so he gave it to her in return. They were both yearning for each other, but knew this would make it that much more passionate. They got out of the shower, and before either of them could completely dry off they were back in bed kissing each other. They could not stop looking each other in the eyes. And that is the way it stayed as he inserted himself inside her. He wanted her, needed her, so he took her. As he was gently making love to her his eyes stayed locked with hers. He wanted this to be passionate, he wanted this to be sensual, he wanted them to remember this always. Just when she was about to say something when he softly covered her mouth and told her there is no need for words. He held her tightly as she muttered a moan, he kissed her sweet delicate lips. They were both in the moment. In the moment of lust, passion, serenity. Just then, he woke up. He looked around, where was he? He was at home, in his own bed, next to the one he loved. Could it all have been just a dream when it felt so real, when he wanted it so bad? Who was the woman in his dreams that he couldn't stop thinking about? He layed his head on the pillow to fall back to sleep, hoping that he would see her again soon.

Dolly's Bike Ride to Paradise

woolywombat on Forced Stories

 DOLLY’S BIKE RIDE TO REMEMBER

Rob and Dolly Hamlin were sitting in Oldham’s Bar in North St. Louis
having a drink with their son Scott. Oldham’s was a gathering place for most
of the bikers in the area. Scott had a motorcycle customizing shop right next
door and the location couldn’t have been better. It was like having the bar
do your advertising and marketing for you, Scott said. The bar was packed
this evening and the customers were the usual lot. Some business types,
“wannabe bikers”, Scott said. Tough looking bike club members drinking by
themselves and looking over the people looking them over. And, the bulk of
the customers...just plain folks.

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;s mother, was a beautiful 57 year old woman. Dressed in
conservative clothes...a loose sweater and slacks, she was a 5' 2", 140 lb.,
platinum blond knockout. The sweater hinted at what lay beneath, but only
hinted at the 38 DD cup tits under that sweater. Her ass, on display as she
went to the restroom and past the biker club’s leering members, was tight
and round for her years. The sight of the gorgeous woman elicited some
suggestive comments as she passed.

One rough looking character mumbled, “Now that mama would be a
good fuck!”.

Dolly ignored the comment and proceeded to her destination. Looking
back, as she entered the rest room, she shuddered. “My god, those guys are
a scary bunch”, she thought. I think I’ll tell Rob and Scott that it is time to
leave.

On the return trip, one burly fellow stepped in front of her blocking her
path and said, “Are you with those wimps over there? Why don’t you have
drink with some real men?”

Dolly replied, “I’m an old married woman out with my husband and my
son, just leave me alone”.

“I don’t know if we want to leave you alone... you look pretty hot to
me...too hot for those guys that’s for sure”, the big man said. With that he
moved to one side and allowed her to return to her table.

“Rob,” she said, “that big unshaved lout over there made a pass at me
and I think it’s time to go”.

Scott and Rob agreed and paid their bar bill and got up to leave the bar.
The large man who had stopped Dolly shouted to them as they were leaving,
"See you later, baby!” as the reached the door. God, I hope not, Dolly
thought to herself.

As the couple went to their car and Scott to his, one of the bikers
walked out the door to have a cigarette. He must have gotten a fix on the car
Dolly got into and the license number. Neither Dolly nor Rob noticed the man
and neither did Scott. The man quickly discarded his butt and went back
inside the bar. Within minutes, the entire club had emptied the bar and were
revving up their machines. The observer pointed to the direction that Dolly
and Rob had gone and the entire mob sped off in that direction. The six
bikers split up at the crossroads they encountered until one of them spotted
the car they were looking for. Rob still did not notice that they were be
followed and proceeded to drive to their destination. Pulling into their
driveway, he left the car and they both went into their house.

As they were both settling down and preparing for the next day, a
knock came at their front door. Dolly, being the closest, went to answer it.
When she opened the door it was pushed in and one of the bikers from the
bar stood in her foyer.

“What do you want?”, she asked in a loud voice.

“YOU, BABY!”, the rough leather clad man replied.

“Just a minute, you”, Rob said as he approached. “Get out of my house
before I call the police!”.

“Go right ahead, buddy...Call anybody you want...we won’t be here and
neither will your hot little wifey either!” “Get your coat, lady...we’re going
for a ride!”

Dolly was stunned! The nerve of this lout!

“I will do nothing of the sort”, she shouted.

With that the man pushed Rob out of his way and retrieved Dolly’s coat
from the chair where she had placed it. Grabbed Dolly by her arm and
dragged her out of the house.

Rob protested loudly, “Let her go right now!”.

By then, the man had Dolly secured on his Harley and roared out of their
driveway.

“You might get her back after we’re finished with her!”, he shouted
back to Rob.

Rob ran to phone and called 911. After he had related his story to the
police who came to their house. He felt that his world had been turned up-
side down. He simply was at a total loss as to what to do. The police were of
little help. They intended to check out Oldham’s Bar to see if they could get a
line on the biker group, but they were not very confident that they would get
any information that would get Dolly home.

Meanwhile, the biker who had Dolly captive had linked up with his five
friends and was heading out in the country where one of the members had a
hunting cabin. These guys were hungry for ass and they had big plans for the
lady with the big tits. By the time they arrived at the cabin, Dolly was next to
frozen. They had not stopped to allow her to put her coat on and she was
numb from the wind and cold. They hooted and hollered when they saw their
prey had been captured and with cheering in anticipation of fucking all night
and for as long as she could hold out.

The big man who had her on his bike was called, “Moose” by his friends.
They all went by nicknames so Dolly could not identify any names, if by
chance they ever left her go. Now, Moose picked Dolly up by her waist like a
sack of wheat and carried her into the cabin. Tossing her on a unmade bed,
he surveyed the object of their hunt. Dolly lay in frozen stupor as the rest of
the men clambered into the small cabin.

One by one, they raped her with their eyes. And one by one, they
chattered among themselves as to what they were going to do to her and
who would do it. Slowly, very slowly, Dolly came to realize that she was
going to be raped and probably sodomized by this group of large and smelly
guys. Try as she might, she could not fathom a way out of her predicament.


The leader of the group, a fellow called “Big Mac” by his friends laid
down the ground rules for fucking their prize of the day.

“So that we can get a better look at what this ho’ has to offer...Turk
here is gonna undress the cunt. After that, we are gonna draw lots, just like
we always do, to see who fucks her first. After she’s broken in, whatever you
want, you can do. Try not to kill her yet, but any hole is fair game.”

A large bearded black man, obviously Turk, grabbed Dolly and ripped
her sweater over her head, exposing her overflowing satin and lacy bra
covered tits. The men howled with delight!

“Look at those guns!”, one yelled.

Turk snapped the bra straps and pulled the cups down revealing Dolly’s
gorgeous breasts. Pulling at the center of her bra, he whipped out his knife
and cut the lace bra in half. Her gorgeous globes trembled as she tried to
cover her nakedness. Her nipples already puckered and hardened from the
chill stood like little sentinels. Her tits were heavy, rounded and full and best
of all...barely any sag to their loveliness. Now she stood bare breasted and
trembling before the lust crazed mob.

He then unzipped her slacks and pushed them to the floor.

“Step out of them, lady”, he ordered.

Dolly fearfully obeyed. Now clad only in her tight panties, she felt
already violated. But she knew the worst was yet to come. Next, the panties
fell to the floor. Now completely naked, Dolly shivered in dreaded
anticipation. By now most of the men had stripped down and were standing
stroking their cocks, getting them to monstrous hardness.

Dolly had never seen suck cocks! They all were a lot bigger and thicker
than Rob’s puny prick. She knew that the chances of her survival hinged
upon her level of cooperation. So she decided to help give them what they
wanted. HER BODY AND ALL IT’S OPENINGS!

The men drew straws to determine who was to break in Dolly and get
the first fuck of the night. A giant of a man called Tarzan won the “honor”.
He leered with lust as he approached Dolly. He easily picked her and sat her
on the bed.

“Suck my cock bitch! I ain’t wasting my chance on a dry hole. Get this
cock up to speed so I can customize you for these pecker heads”, he roared.

Dolly’s eyes bulged as she gasped at the semi-rigid penis being pushed
at her face. She tentatively opened her mouth and was blasted by a slap at
the side of her head.

“God damn it, bitch! I said SUCK IT! AND SUCK IT GOOD!!”

Dolly gagged as he shoved his huge cock to the back of her throat. She
sucked as well as she could and a fast as she could, but it was not fast enough
or good enough for her assaulter. WHACK!! WHACK!! More slaps on her
head. She felt the cock seem to grow in her mouth as she sucked and sucked
on the fleshy intruder. She heard the men cheer when Tarzan yelled “I’m
cummin now bitch, swallow every damn drop if you know what’s good for
you!!!” His cock swelled even more and pulsed and hot jizm shot to the back
of Dolly’s throat and down her gullet.

“AHHHHHH, AHH! AHHHHH! He shouted

She was still trying to swallow the load of jizm when he whipped his
cock out of her mouth and threw her on the bed. In a flash for such a big
man, he was between her legs. He spread her legs roughly and began to rub
his still dripping cock up and down Dolly’s pussy, by now slippery, slit. Dolly
hadn’t noticed, but she too had gotten wet from the stimulation of sucking
this giant of a man.

The combination of their juices made her cunt entrance slippery as wet
satin. As he rubbed his truncheon on her flaring labia, her cunthole began to
relax in welcoming expectation. Dolly felt the slickness of his smooth
cockhead slowly gain entrance to her widening cunt. As he rubbed and
worked his cock around to stretch her tight little hole, he pressed harder at
the opening with his throbbing prick. Dolly felt hr cunt expanding as he zeroed
in on his target. Now more cock, more cock, more cock, inch by inch, pushed and
stretched into her.

She felt the cockhead penetrate the elastic muscular ring with a distinct
“pop” at the entrance to her cunt and gasped, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!”.

She had never been fucked by a member so large or so thick. The
stretching and widening of her cunt was a blending of pain and pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!”

She had absorbed about 4 inches of his mighty 10 or 11 inch cock and
she was almost delirious. Her vaginal walls spasmed in protest to the
unaccustomed reaming they were getting. She felt herself cumming in spite of
herself! “Oh God....IT FELT SOOOOOGOOD!!!”

All the while he was fucking her, his cock slamming against the end of
her blind fuck sheath, the others were squeezing, kneading and rolling her tits
and alternatively sucking or pinching her hard erect nipples. Her breasts
swelled, quaked, quivered and rolled as her pink nipple buds grew to 3/4 inch
spikes.The sensations were exquisite. Her head rolled from side to side and
she gasped for breath.

Tarzan yelled, “Look at this slut. She loves it!”

As he pumped another four stiff inches into the writhing woman
beneath him. Now he had eight or nine inches of steely hard cock drilled into
Dolly’s heaving belly. And there were at least four more to go! This was
going to be a REAL fucking for the sophisticated suburban mother. S-L-O-W-
L-Y, VERY SLOWLY now he slid his dick into her grasping lubricated vagina.
NOW! NOW!!! He was completely seated in her cunt. Teninches of huge cock
were buried to the hilt in his squirming victim. God! She was tight!!

To Dolly, who had pulled her knees up to have more leverage to meet
her sweet tormentor thrust for thrust, it had become one continuous orgasm.
She didn’t recognize the high pitched mewing and keening as coming from
her throat. OOHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! The owner of
the machine that was drilling her depths leered down and kept plunging
away. He would hit bottom, stretching and lengthening her cunt walls,
withdraw just to his cockhead and smash into her again and again. His cock
coated with foaming white juices from both his cock and her cunt, shone like
a white hot rivet plunging into the squirming, gasping, moaning woman!

Each time she would howl in ecstacy. Schloop!, schloop!, schloop!, the
wet sounds of cock and cunt filled the room mixing with the cheering mob of
soon to be sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths and sixths!

Tarzan who had cum down Dolly’s gullet could last a lot longer this time
with his dick in her cunt and he was making the best of his inaugural fuck. He
grunted and snarled as he ground her cunt. He reached her tits and pinched
her nipples ‘til she screamed. He sucked their rigid hardness ’til she gasped
and cried out. With each slippery slide of his cock along her clit Dolly wailed!

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Dolly, He grunted and
stiffened. His cock seemed to swell to monstrous proportions and she felt the
molten fire of his jizm blast into her belly. The cum and her juice served to
provide an luxurious smoothness to his fucking and the stretching and friction
felt good to Dolly. She DID love it! Pushing her pelvis up to try and keep him
from disengaging, she drowned in the pleasure she was feeling for the first
time.

As Tarzan pulled his still stiff cock from Dolly’s stretched vagina with an
audible “pop”, his place between Dolly’s outstretched legs was immediately
taken by the biker leader they called “Big Mac.” Big Mac lived up to his name.
He was about 6' 2" and weighed at least 215 lbs. Broad shouldered and
muscular he covered Dolly with his body. In addition, if anybody could have a
bigger cock than Tarzan...it was Big Mac.

Dolly never saw the cock, but she certainly felt it. It was perhaps one
inch longer than the one that had just ravished her, but it was a good two
more inches around it’s girth. Luckily Dolly’s cunt had been widened and
stretched by her initiation fuck, so Big Mac dove right in. He inserted his
cockhead in the cum drenched cunthole and worked it around to get the feel
of Dolly’s pussy. Then without waiting on ceremony, he slammed to the
bottom of her cunt. Dolly’s eyes shot open at the suddenness of her filling.
Big Mac grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them hard.

Dolly cried out, “It’s too big! It’s too big!”.

Mac replied, “it’s already in there, honey. Enjoy it!”

And with that he started pumping his giant cock into her cunt. In
seconds, Dolly felt another huge orgasm building up in her cunt and tits.

“OWWWWWW! YESSSS! YESSSSSSS! YESSSS! OHHHHHHH!
OWWWOOOOOO!” She thrashed under his relentless pounding. She fired off
cum after cum, after cum! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! OWWWW!

Big Mac loved the smooth, warm, wet feel of Dolly’s cunt.

He said to the mob, “This one’s a lot better that the young one we had
last week, you guys are in for a treat!

“Sure looks like she’s lovin’ it, too boss” somebody yelled back.

Dolly just kept pushing her pussy to match the frenzied banging that
she was getting from the leader. Dolly’s cunt was in a continual convulsion of
pleasure. Orgasm followed orgasm in one unbroken soaring sensation.

Dolly was drunk with lust! “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” , she
screamed!

Big Mac ploughed his cock to the depths of her soul and then ploughed
some more! God! This was one great cunt, he thought. Before he had gotten
enough of her booty, he felt his balls tighten up and his cock quivered and he
blasted his load of jizm inside her cunt to mix with that still oozing from
Tarzan.

“ARGHHHHHH!”

He pumped as hard as he could! Dolly swooned and slipped into semi-
consciousness.

He pulled his cock out of Dolly’s convulsing hole to make room for the
next stud to have Dolly. It was Turk the black giant who mounted the limp
woman next. He, too was hung like an elephant. The legend the blacks have
large cocks was more than proven by Turk’s magnificent member. It was the
largest of the mob’s cocks. More than 12 inches long and 9 inches around it
was a prodigious instrument.

Turk hovered over the supine form and wetted his cock in the flowing
juices from Dolly’s cunt and then slowly and inexorably slid into her. She
trembled a bit in response to this latest stimulation but did little else to
indicate that she felt the continued widening and lengthening of her cunt.
This was going to be the fuck that customized her for all time. Her cunt would
never again be satisfied with regular men’s cocks. For her to be satisfied, she
would crave monster cocks for the rest of her life.

Beginning slowly at first, Turk pulled out almost completely so that he
could feel the initial stretching of her cunt ring as he slid into her and then
again slid into her to the hilt of his giant black cock. Dolly gradually regained
her senses as she was being fucked by this black bearded giant of a man. She
felt her cunt be stretched and pummeled by his wide and long cock and
orgasmed yet again. She had long since given up on trying to differentiate
between her cums. Each one seemed more intense than the last one. Her
entire lower body was one large sea of pleasure as she humped in return to
her rapist.

“OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

“SOOO BIGGG! SO BIGGG! OHHHHH!”

With every thrust she cried out for more. Turk smiled as he fucked this
platinum haired beauty. How he loved tight white bitches! This one was
special, she loved his baseball bat of a cock in her pussy. These white bitches
never understood how great a big black prick could feel in a small under sized
cunt. The custom stretching and widening propelled them into unheard of
ecstasy. All the nerve ending in their cunts became super sensitive to the new
sensations and their clits swelled to double their accustomed a size with the
proportional increase in response. It had to be an epiphany, a real eureka
moment for them. This broad was certainly having hers.

“FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEEE! OOOOOHHHHHH! FUCK MEEE!” She howled!

Thrust after thrust they met as his cock glided effortlessly into her. As
she arched her back up to meet his every hammering push, they fucked on
and on. After about 15 minutes, Turk felt his balls raise up and tighten up. He
knew he was about to come and wanted to fill this cunt with his black seed.
Even though she was long past child bearing years, he wanted her to know
what she had missed. He felt the onrush of cum start in his balls and blast out
his swelling cockhead! Dolly felt the now familiar rush of hot sperm bathing
her cunt walls and responded with an earth shattering orgasms of her own!
OWWWHHHHH! OOOWW! UNGHHHHHH! Their cries melded together as they
both came with great force. OHHHH! OHHHHH! Dolly had endured the three
greatest fucks of her 57 years.

Turk dismounted and was replaced by the smallest gang member,
swarthy fellow called “Mo-Jo”. As he gazed down at Dolly’‘s gaping and
flowing cunthole, now maintaining it’s customized widened look. Her crimson
labia flared out into an invitation pathway to paradise. Her dark, shining
cunthole was dripping with flowing fuck juices. He decided that his smallish
cock would barely hit the sides of her now. Without a word, he flipped Dolly
over onto her belly and spread her legs, revealing her virgin asshole for his
adventure into this gorgeous creature.

Dolly feebly tried to protest to no avail. Mo-Jo dipped his fingers into the
fuck juices flowing from Dolly’s open cunt and smeared a generous dollop into
and around her asshole. He slid his fingers into her relaxed orifice and worked
two fingers in and out for a very short time. Dolly moaned and twisted under
this new and different assault. When he felt he had her lubed enough, he
pushed his cock to the untrammeled brown hole. Dolly screamed as her virgin
asshole was reamed by Mo-Jo’s prick. The unaccustomed pain made the anal
sphincter tighten up on Mo-Jo’s cock as he pushed to the root of his cock.

The tightness of he ass acted like a milking machine to bring him to an
almost instantaneous climax. ARRGGHHHH! His prick stiffened and he shot a
large load of jizm into the bowels of the screaming woman. “How was that,
honey?”, he exclaimed! Extracting his dripping cock from her ass, he wiped
himself clean and dismounted her exhausted body.

Next up was her captor, Moose who had waited long enough. Dolly, by
now was drenched in sweat and completely disheveled. Her cunt dripped fuck
juices and her ass oozed semen. Her face was still smeared with the cum left
by her initiation blow job and her hair was tangled and matted with cum and
cunt juice. Big Mac spoke up and told Turk and Mo-Jo to take Dolly to the
bathroom so she could clean up a little and take a piss or shit or whatever to
prepare for the rest of the festivities.

Dolly who could barely stand, let alone walk, hung limply in the arms of
the two burly men. They dragged her to the dirty bathroom and plopped her
on the toilet. Torrents of cum and pussy juice poured from her cunt and her
ass hole drooled a brownish mixture of cum and shit. She sat stoically on the
pot and tried to piss. Her bodily functions seem to be in shock. Nothing
happened. The men soaked a grungy towel in cold water and laid it over her
head. The shock of the cold water somewhat revived Dolly. She attempted to
clean her face by rubbing the towel over her soiled features.

Doing this relaxed her urinary sphincter enough for a thin trickle of piss
to emerge from her battered body. OWWW! It burned as it ran over her
fricionized labia. She then felt an overwhelming need to empty her ravished
bowels. The shit rolled out of her in a loose runny tide. The semen had acted
like a suppository and facilitated a major bowel movement. Feeling
considerably better, she looked in the cracked mirror and was shocked at her
usually fastidious appearance. She staggered to her feet and asked the men
who were observing her if she could wash up a bit? They agreed and she
shuffled to the crusty sink.

Turning on the hot water, she disappointed to find that no such luxury
was to be hers this night. She was deter-mined to make the best of it, so she
bent over and drenched her platinum tresses in the freezing water. The tiny
sliver of soap resting on the sink was the only thing she could use to wash the
stinking cum out of her hair, so she used it to work up whatever lather she
could. Rinsing the soapy froth from her hair, she asked for a towel. She was
given the soaked dirty one that had been draped over her head earlier. Dolly
twisted it ad tried ring the water out of it, but lacked the strength. Turk
grabbed the towel and with his mighty muscles squeezed a good quart of
water from it. Returning the now damp towel, the men watched as she dried
her hair as well a possible.

She now took the towel and carefully wiped her sullied pudenda. Her
cunt and ass were tender and smarted at her efforts to clean them up for
whatever lay in store.
The cold water felt good on them after all she had been through. When she
had finished, she allowed the men to help her back to her torture bed. The
mattress was wet and slimy from the fuck juices and Dolly asked again for the
soiled towel to wipe it up as well as she could. After she had done as much as
she could she lay back down and waited for the next ravisher to do his dirty
work.

Moose was pleased that she had cleaned herself for his turn. He was
hung fairly well, but not as large as her previous fuckers. He must have
measured 8 or 9 inches long and but more slender. Her cunt still had not
returned to a size that would afford a great deal of friction to a rampaging
cock, so Moose chose to fuck her in her ass. It was to be the second time
Dolly had been subject to anal sex. At least now, she knew what to expect.
As he flipped her over on her belly, she told herself to relax. It wasn’t too bad
if she could only relax.

Moose had had a thunderous hard-on for 10 or 15 minutes thinking
about fucking this striking blond. Now he could hardly wait. He spit on his
fingers and rubbed them on Dolly’s asshole. He spit on them again and
rubbed his cock with the spittlel. Satisfied, that he had lubricated his target
and his dick as well as he could, he pressed his cock into Dolly’s semi-relaxed
asshole. Oooooooofff! The breath whooshed out of Dolly’s lungs as the 250
lbs. of Moose slumped onto her back driving his cock to the maximum up her
rectum.

Dolly’s ass did not have much lubrication for fucking normally, but the major
shit she had just taken left a coating in her rectum that made Moose’s
movements at least tolerable. He began to fuck her ass with vigor. Pounding
and pounding...watching her ass cheeks quiver and shake with each thrust.
Dolly groaned in cadence with his hammer like cock shoves. Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!
Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! It suddenly started to feel good to Dolly. Ohhhhh! Yeesssss!
Fuck me! Fuck Me Harder! Fuck Me! Yessss! She moaned and cried as he
pounded her ass. Ten minutes into her anal awakening, Moose cried out,
“SHIT!, SHIT!, I’M CUMMIN’, I’M CUMMIN’!! And with that he streamed a
prodigious load of semen up Dolly’s, by now , receptive ass. When he pulled
his slime covered prick out of her, Turk threw him the only towel in the place
to wipe his cock off. When he had wiped his dick, he wiped Dolly’s ass in the
only friendly gesture she had enjoyed since her abduction. “That’s for a good
fuck, lady”, he said.

Dolly rolled over on her own and looked at the men. Had she satisfied
all of them or was there to be more? Oh! She noticed one more man who had
not penetrated her body standing fondling his cock. It was the man who had
received the longest straw and who was to be last in the ongoing rape and
sodomization of Dolly Hamlin. The men hooted and cheered, “Go get her,
Jocko!, She’s all broken-in for ya!”

Jocko approached and pushed Dolly back on her back. It was clear that
he wanted her cunt, not matter how stretched out it was. Dolly’s cunt had
returned to about half it’s normal opening that she had during her sexually
active years, but it was still inviting. Jocko rubbed his swollen 9 inches up and
down Dolly’s moistening slit and she started mewing, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck
me, Fuck me! Jocko wanted to get the most out of being the last to fuck Dolly,
so he waited and teased her by continued sliding across her cunthole and
stimulating her hardened clit.

Oh! PLEASE Fuck Me, PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG COCK IN ME! PLEASE!
PLEASE!... PUT IT IN!!... Ohhhhh! I NEED IT!...FUCK MEEEEEE! She wailed.
The men roared at the transformation from an upstanding suburban matron to
common slut. FUCK HER. JOCKO! FUCK HER, JOCKO! They cheered! Jocko
was not to be hurried. After all, he had waited and watched everybody else
get their rocks off in this babe. He was going to fuck her his way and his way
she would remember when she had forgotten all the others.

Dolly’s cunt was now flowing with lubrication and Jocko’s cock was
sending shivers and shudders through her body. She was on the edge of
another orgasm and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. As he rubbed and
rubbed her slit, the waves of pleasure washing over her crashed into a
crescendo of and universe shaking orgasm! OHHH! MY GOD! MY GOD! OH
GODDD!! OHHHHHH! She threw her cunt upward and speared Jocko’s cock in
mid air. His cock rushed to the bottom of her cunt triggering another
dynamite cum! OHHHHH GOD! OHHHH MY GOD! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

Dolly was again transported. In her entire life, she had never dreamed
that sex, any sex, could be like this! She wanted to heal and do this
again...and again...and again. She needed this and her cunt and ass needed
this. OHHHHH! Ohhhh! She pressed into Jocko’s cock. Jocko, for his part
began a slow rolling motion with his cock imbedded in her pussy. He now
would work the slick sides of her vagina with his cockhead. Up and down,
around and around he went with his prick. Dolly could feel the different
sensations he was giving her and moved to aid him in his movements. Her
pelvis rolled in sensuous complimentary motions. Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!

They both moaned as they fucked. Jocko knew that if they just kept
this pace, he could last longer than any of his friends. Dolly on the other
hand, was in the throes of another endless orgasm. Her cunt grasped and
ballooned, grasped and ballooned around this beautiful fuck engine that was
taking her to paradise.

Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oooooooo! She simply loved the sensations
coming from her cunt and tits. Her tits had not been forgotten during this
best of all fucks. Jocko had suckled each hardened nipple in turn, timing his
sucking with his thrusts into her cunt.
She was clearly out of her mind with lust and sexual excitement. Splush!,
Splush!,
Splush! The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room. The other men were
silent and and in awe of their companion and his skill in reducing this woman
to a quivering mass of fucking machine to match his own. Dolly convulsed in
screaming cum after screaming cum! Her body shaking and rocking
uncontrollably. Her cunt jamming up to contain as much of Jocko’s cock as
she could. It was a sight to behold.

Still Jocko had not cum. He prided himself on his staying power and
now he was going to prove it. He slipped his cock from a protesting Dolly and
deftly flipped her over. Her legs were spread by his knees and he pushed his
cock in her cunt from the rear just enough to get a dollop of fuck juices on his
cockhead. He reached under Dolly and got a little more and lubed her asshole.
Jocko pulled her hips up so that she on her elbows and knees, with her ass in
the air level with his prick. Before she could protest, he was buried in her ass.
Her ass cheeks jiggled and quivered as he slammed into her ass. “GIVE IT TO
ME, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHH! Dolly
cried.

Jocko reached around and cupped her humongous swaying, hanging
breasts and squeezed! She bounced and bounced and give his cock the ride of
his life. Her tits hardened and she wailed continually. Jocko could hold it no
longer. He had already fucked Dolly for more that 45 minutes and he was
finally running on empty. He relaxed his control over his balls and blasted a
pint of cum deep inside Dolly’s spasming asshole. Ignoring her pleas to
remain inside her ass, Jocko dismounted and patted Dolly on her ass. The
men erupted in cheers for the fuck couple. Clapping and hooting, they
congratulated each other on a great fuck night.

By now, it was close to 4 AM and the men had had a very busy and
draining (in more ways than one) day. They were tired but they were not
going to fall asleep and allow their prisoner to escape. They decided to tie
Dolly to her sex bed and decide what to do with her in the morning. Moose
and Jocko fell to the task of securing Dolly to the bed. She was firmly tied in a
spread eagle position and a rough GI blanket tossed over her. She was told
not to cry out or she would be killed and that was that! Dolly had no strength
to cry out or anything else. She was exhausted from multiple orgasms, the
likes of which no one could imagine. When the lights were extinguished , she
fell into a deep semi-sleep. She would wake up and feel the semen oozing
from her cunt and asshole and puddling underneath her on the soaked bed.
Sometime during the night, she awakened to feel a large hot cock slipping into
her cunt. The cock’s owner would fuck her for however long it took for him to
come, all the time telling Dolly to be quiet and not wake the others. It was all
she could do to stifle her moans and gasps as he fucked her, but nobody
seemed to wake up. Three times during the four hours until dawn a faceless
man took off the covering blanket and fucked her again. She thought that she
could recognize the man who fucked her from her memory of the size of their
cocks. The only one was sure of was the owners of the largest
truncheon...Turk! She had heard that black men smell different than
whites...and now she was sure of it. He DID smell different! No matter how
he smelled, it was the size of his cock stretching and filling her cunt that was
the give-away. She bit her tongue to keep from howling as he plumbed her to
the depths of her very being. Oh God! Oh God! How can I ever feel this again,
she wondered. It didn’t occur to her that maybe these men had no intention
to release her.

Dawn came and the men slept on. Snoring and farting, they were worn
out. Mo-Jo was the first to wake up. After splashing some cold water on his
stubbled face, he looked over at the sleeping woman that he had sodomized,
but not fucked. Well, he thought, I just might have time to get a little before
we get rid of her. He already had a morning piss hard-on that was straining at
his shorts. Whipping it out, he swept the blanket off the slumbering fucked
out Dolly and proceeded to crawl between her spread eagled legs. Her cunt
still oozed the semen from the dark night’s efforts, he slid his steely hard-on
into her honey hole once more.

Dolly woke up to feel a cock inside her one more time. She felt her
bruised nipples being sucked and she felt a pang or the now familiar pain and
pleasure. She moved feebly up to meet Mo-Jo pushes. Her cunt had returned
to close to normal dimensions, so he could enjoy all the feeling that he needed
to get relief from the pressure in his balls. In five minutes of frantic balling,
he shot his overnight load into her steaming spasming cunt. Pulling out, he
returned to his bed roll and waited for the others to wake up.

Around 9 AM, the leader, Big Mac opened his eyes and stood up. He
yelled, “Drop your cocks and grab your socks, it’s time to go!” The men all
rose sleepily and yawned , farced and looked around. “What are we going’
with the cunt?” one asked. “Are we going’ to have to waste her?” asked
another. “Be a helluva waste of great pussy if we did.” said another. Big Mac
raised his hand to quiet debate. “Naw, we’re going’ to let her go,” he
bellowed. “She did everything we wanted and then some. I think she’d even
come with us if we wanted her to. But, we can’t have a pussy holding us back.
We need to have the freedom to go where and when we want to.” He
counseled. “Besides, we know where she lives. If we want more of this great
piece of ass when we come back through here, we can just go get her.”

Now addicted to monster cock, Dolly interrupted to say, “ If you want me
just call my house and I will meet you anywhere you say.” Big Mac said, That
settles it, we dress her up as well as we can and dump her off someplace
where she can call her wimp of a husband to come and get her.” “Little lady,
what you say to your husband and the cops will determine how we treat you
the next time we meet. You’re on your own to come up with a good story.”

At 11 AM, Dolly Hamlin called her husband Rob and asked him to pick
her up at a 7Eleven in Webster Grove. He was there in twenty minutes. After
a tearful reunion, they drove to their home and Dolly immediately took a hot
bath. Washing away the biological evidence of her ordeal and helping shrink
her pussy down to somewhat normal size, she felt almost reborn. As she went
downstairs to meet her husband she was spinning the story that would save
her life and assure another night of fantastic rough sex sometime in the
unknown future. All she knew was it couldn’t happen soon enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

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My cock was suddenly engulfed to the hilt in his warm moist mouth, for myself I tried just as hard but I just hadn't had the practice plus his was much bigger than mine. I worked with my tongue and lips keeping my teeth well out of the way except for erotic friction. Slowly he started to fuck my mouth as I got used to the pressure I relaxed allowing the head to move down my throat. I don't know how Linda Lovelace managed with a big cock, I found it difficult as the head of his cock pushed down my throat.  I held on to his shaft so that just four or five inches was allowed in, I relaxed at that revelling in the taste and feel I slowly stroked his balls with my free hand feeling the heaviness in them. For my own part I was enjoying the ministrations on my own cock knowing that I wouldn

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't be able to hold out much longer especially when his finger slowly insinuated itself into my arse lubricated by his spit, then he finger fucked me in rythm with his sucking. I began working harder my self encouraging him to fuck my mouth. I felt his cock thicken slightly and a contraction in his balls suddenly my mouth and throat was flooded with his cum and I was gagging trying to swallow but his glans down my throat stopping the action. Suddenly he withdrew his cum splattering my face I swallowed what was in my mouth and then once again engulfed the head sucking out the rest of his load, I then let go my own load ino his talented mouth, he however had no problems swallowing.

I lay back gasping his finger was still in my arse slowly massaging he added another to it with little effort, I expected his cock to soften but I was wrong it stayed hard as though we had done nothing so far. He asked if he could fuck me, of course if I didn't want to that was fine. I truthfully told him I had only done it a couple of times and I doubted I could take his cock but I didn't mind if he tried. Reaching to his bedside cabinet he took out a tube of KY liberally coating his cock and my arse, he then laid me on my back and placed my legs over his shoulders positioning me so that his glans was over my slightly streched hole then he started to push. I felt his cock butting against the spincter muscle that seemed intent on banning its passage, I forced myself to relax. Then I felt the head make its way in slowly starting to fill me, little by little his cock imposed itself in me the more I relaxed at its intrusion the more went in. Then suddenley he started to fuck me a warmth started to build up and I started to really enjoy it wanting him to go harder. My own cock was hard again harder than I thought possible I felt I would explode if anyone touched it. I lost all track of time everything seemd to revolve around his cock in my arse, it moved slowly until I felt he would withdraw entirely then it rammed full length to the hilt or in short quick strokes, I didn't care just wanting it to go on. Finally I felt his movements get more urgent and again a slight thickening before his cum flooded in my arse, I let out a groan as he withdrew his cum following his shaft as it left my stretched hole. Seeing my still rigid cock he bent his head to it taking it in his mouth he slowly worked on bringing me to orgasm, which didn't take long in my heigtened state of sexuality once again my cum flooded his mouth.

I looked at the clock, hell I had ten minutes before I was supposed to be at the wifes office. I quickly showered taking care not to wet my hair spending time to wash as much cum as possible from my arse that was still so stretched that two fingers easily went inside. I then said a quick goodbye and accepted an offer for another Friday afternoon at the same time in three weeks and ran out the door, or tried to I felt a little uncomfortable after being fucked. I made it just as my wife came out of the office, that night I didn't have the energy for sex with her and put it down to just too hard a day at work when she asked why.

Stacy's Birthday Present

Kiljoy Dreizehn on Incest Stories


I had met Megumi a bit over a year ago through an online chat room we frequented. Her parents had moved here from Japan when she was 3, so she seemed more Aussie in her attitude. She had trouble trusting me at first, as she did with all men, because she had been raped when she was 15, giving birth to a girl, Stacy, not long after she turned 16 thanks to it. She had gone through counseling, but there were some residual trust issues that she had to work through. 12 years on, after no partners, she and I started talking in chat rooms, getting close. After getting up the courage, she asked to meet me in the CBD of Sydney. We clicked from the get go, and I couldn't help but love her 5'5” slender frame, firm D sized bust and her beautiful smile. Not long after she asked me to move in, an
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d although I had a 4 year old son, it was another thing becoming the effective step-father to a pre-teen girl at the age of 27. After being alone for 3 years, I had to learn to watch what I did sometimes. There had been a couple of times where I had been sprung, naked, by Stacy as I walked to the bathroom, and other times accidentally walking in on her when she was in the toilet. Boy I had a lot to learn, but by the looks she was learning with every encounter, staring at my 6' tall frame, and my average size man-hood.

Well a year on, it was Stacy's 13th birthday. She had matured early, already showing B sized breasts and reaching 5'5”, looking very much like her mother. Though her birthday fell on a Friday, she begrudgingly went to bed early, looking forward to her party the next day. It was kinda selfish of us to do it to her on her birthday, but we wanted some alone time, without interruption. As soon as we heard her bedroom door close, we hurried as quickly and quietly to our room, and were soon undressed. Megumi smiled at me, and pulled a set of handcuffs out of the bedside drawer. We weren't usually into bondage, but we did occasionally cuff each other to one of the slats on the tall bed head, generally to pleasure the one who was bound. But tonight was slightly different. I laid on the bed putting my hands around the centre slat, ready for Megumi to cuff me then pleasure me. I have to admit, I preferred the situation the other way around, but I could never deny Megumi. At first she went down between my leg, grabbing my hardening dick, licking and sucking on the knob, but this only lasted 30 seconds. Soon she started climbing up my body, her lovely breasts grazing over my swollen member as she came up to kiss my mouth.

'She must be turned on,' I thought, 'skipping the foreplay and going for the kill.' Boy was I wrong. After teasing my my prick with her pussy lips while kissing me, she moved up and sat on my face. Now I was in my element. For me, there was no better turn on than pleasuring a woman. Rarely did I allow my cock to be touched unless whoever I was with had orgasmed, and even then the only touch was me sliding in side them. She started rubbing herself over my mouth, her juices covering from my nose to my chin. Little did i know, they had me right where they wanted me.

About a month ago, Stacy and I were watching the TV in the living room, while Megumi was experimenting in the adjoining kitchen. Knowing her birthday was coming up, I asked Stacy what she wanted for it.

'You,' she replied, with an innocent smile. I thought it was one of her little kid jokes.

'Hehe, seriously, what do you want?' I asked again.

'You,' she replied again, with the same innocent smile. I looked over at Megumi, and she shrugged and gave a little smile. I just figured that she meant me to be here as a father for her, and left it at that while I worked out a present for her.

Megumi was moaning, not bothering to muffle it like she usually does when she knows Stacy had not long gone to bed. It didn't kinda click with me, but I was too busy enjoying myself giving her bliss between her legs and drinking her lovely nectar. It was then I felt hands wrap around my swollen member. It was hard to see, but looking up I saw Megumi's hands gripping the bed head. Then the realisation of what was happening struck me as Stacy put her mouth over the head of my cock, gently stroking the shaft. I couldn't move, Megumi pinning me down and my hands cuffed. I knew this was very wrong, because not only was she only 13, but she was also my potential step-daughter. During her ecstasy Megumi looked down at me, saw the distress on my face, smiled a knowing smile and started rubbing herself harder on her mouth. My tongue dove in deep, trying to get as far into her tight pussy as her daughter started to take more of me in her mouth. Stacy started bobbing her head up and down, doing extremely well for a novice. I figured Megumi had been giving her lessons over the past month. I tried not to think about it as I paid more attention to Megumi's lips right in front of me, lapping from her tight freckle to the nub of her clit. Suddenly, as my mouth opened wide, she put more pressure down, covering my entire mouth with her spread wide lips. I knew that she was a squirter, and normally in this situation she would sit up a bit so my face would get covered, but this time she came hard in my mouth, and I almost gagged as she squirted into the back of my throat. For some reason this made me think about Stacy, gobbling my cock, and my body over came my mind. Stacy was going faster now, and I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat. The sudden remembering lead to a tsunami of feelings rushing back, and not realising I came in her mouth. She spluttered a bit, but did her best to swallow everything. As Megumi went back to using me for oral pleasure, I was relieved and thought that Stacy would now leave. The smells and the feeling of licking deep in Megumi kept me hard as Stacy took her mouth away, but didn't let go.

Then the realisation dawned on me: Stacy was going to get her birthday present of me.

While Megumi was in her bliss, I felt Stacy's body move to position herself over my cock. I tried shaking my head, but the only effect was was to get Megumi off even more. She looked down at me, putting her index finger to her lips and winked at me. She knew that I came too quickly when she was riding cowgirl, and had conspired with Stacy to set this up, giving Stacy a decent time on me. I could feel Stacy's tight virgin pussy start to try and envelope my cock, helped by the fact she had lubed it up with her saliva. She slowly slid down until I could feel her hymen, sliding up again, then ramming herself down onto my cock, now rock hard from her tightness. She let out a scream of pain.

'Just... Just... Just wait a moment,' panted Megumi, looking around to see her young daughter impaled and in pain. 'Re... Relax a bit and the pain will go away.' Stacy sat there, not moving save for playing with her clit while she watched her mum pleasuring herself on my face. After a bit she took an experimental lift, then slowly rocked up and down, my hard member stretching her tight pussy. Slowly she got more game, going more faster her moans going in unison to those of her mother. I could only just lie there as mother and daughter used me for their own pleasure. She got faster, really bouncing on me until I had the familiar feeling of juices flowing down over my pubic region as her tight pussy gripped hard on my cock. She didn't squirt like her mum, but that will come. After a brief pause she started going again and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure of another load ready to be released. Megumi had been working herself up again too, and she suddenly clamped herself over my mouth like before and came real hard. This sent me over, just on Stacy's down stroke, and I shot a load strait up into her newly-teen womb, causing her to come hard, her pussy milking me for all I was worth. Megumi got off me and collapsed next to me on the bed. Stacy wasn't finished though. She started hard and fast again, but it was too much for the sensitve head of my cock.

'Stop! Stop!,' I pleaded, the pleasure now very much pain.

'Take it easy, honey,' Megumi said to Stacy, 'Chris is sensitive from coming.'

'Okay,' replied a dejected Stacy. She didn't stop, but slowed down. I winced a bit with every stroke, but Megumi wasn't undoing the cuffs or forcing Stacy off me. Slowly my head became less sensitive, and Stacy must have noticed it on my face, because she sped up again. Even though my mouth was now free, it was already too late for me to protest about this being wrong, so I decided to go with the flow. Megumi sensed this and undid the cuffs. My hands went instantly to Stacy's B cups, and I started rubbing her nipples.

'Hey, why don't you take a break for a bit and let Chris do some of the work,' suggested Megumi with a smile. With that I rolled over on top of Stacy and started to go hard with her. Her hands gripped the sheets of our bed as she came again, but I wasn't going to stop. I put one of her legs over my shoulder, going in deep and hard, and I could feel my knob hitting her cervix. She arched in ecstasy as I kept going harder and faster. A little longer than last time, and a little less pressure, but I came for the third time and that sent her over the edge again, this time squirting a gush of fluid. By this time I was spent, but for some reason, as soon as my cock left Stacy's tight pussy, Megumi dove between her daughter's legs, cleaning things up. She stopped halfway through, and gave her daughter a kiss, giving her some of the mixed cum and little bit of blood, then returned to finish the job, doing the same to me after. She tasted almost like her mother, but slightly different so as to distinguish herself. I was still laying there, spent, as Megumi got her back to her room, then came back to me. I guess Stacy got the birthday present she wanted after all.

Prison Break - Part One

jezlady on Forced Stories

            Tom slumped on the couch flipping through channels on the television. He reached up and idly brushed the lengthy blond bangs from his eyes. His hand froze in mid-motion when he saw the breaking news interruption logo on the station he’d just passed. He quickly flipped back to it and watched the stock footage as the news anchor read a report about two recently escaped criminals thought to be at large in the area.

            “Mack Baker and his brother Sid escaped

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, purportedly with the help of their younger sister Jane from the Bakerstown Prison. The two men were convicted of burglary, rape, assault with a deadly weapon and murder. Police are warning residents in the area to stay inside with their doors locked. Don’t open your doors unless you absolutely know who is outside.”

            He ignored the rest of the broadcast, getting to his feet and heading for the kitchen where his wife, Penny was fixing lunch.

            “Penny, looks like there’s been a prison break –” He stopped at the kitchen door and stared in shocked horror.

            Two men and a woman stood inside the kitchen with Penny. One man, tall and broad shouldered had his left arm around Penny’s waist, holding to him tightly while he held a .45 caliber pistol to her head with his right hand. He smiled broadly at Tom. The man was looking through the refrigerator, another gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. He was shorter than the first man and built heavier, stockier than the man holding Penny. The woman was tiny and petite with mousey brown hair. She sat on a countertop next to the sink swinging a .57 magnum between her knees.

            “I guess that means you know who yore new house guests are then, don’t it?” asked the man holding Penny. He motioned to Tom with the gun. “Come on in.”

            “He’s cute, Mack,” the tiny woman on the counter whispered loudly.

            “Later, Janey,” the man answered, his eyes never leaving Tom. “Sit down.”

            Tom pulled a chair away from the table and slowly sat down on it.

            “Janey, look through them drawers and see what you find. See if there’s any heavy tape.”

            The girl slid from the counter and started rummaging through the kitchen drawers. She eventually located a roll of electrical tape and held it up.

            “How’s this, Mack?”

            “That’ll do. Bind ’im up with it. Make sure he ain’t gettin’ off that chair ’til we say he is.”

            She grinned as she approached Tom.

            “Sure.”

            “Wait!” Mack motioned her back. “Leave the gun on the counter, over next Sid.”

            Sid looked up from the refrigerator for the first time and watched where she laid the gun then turned back to the refrigerator. Jane sauntered over to Tom and let her hands slide over his well-muscled arms. When she got to his wrists she pulled his arms behind the chair back. Slowly, she wrapped several loops of tape around his wrists, holding them tightly together. Then she ran a strip of tape from his bound wrists to a rung between the legs of the chair and back up. She did this several times before she finally cut the tape with a pair scissors she had also found in the drawer. She then moved around in front of Tom and shoved his chair around so he was completely away from the table. Then she knelt in front of him and started to remove his shoes. He tried to pull his legs away from her.

            “What –”

            “Just let her do her job or I’ll have to go to work on this little thing here,” Mack said menacingly.

            Tom quit struggling and let Jane remove his shoes and socks. She then used the tape to bind each of his legs to a leg of the chair. When she finished her task she laid aside the tape and scissors and knelt between his slightly spread legs. Putting her hands on his knees she leaned forward and let her hands slide forward along his thighs.

            “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she whispered.

            “Gag him, Janey.”

            “But, Mack…” she whined, turning to look at him over her shoulder

            “For now, little sister.”

            She smiled at him and turned back to Tom. She caressed his cheek with her right hand.

            “I’ll try not to make it too tight.”

            She walked back to the sink and pulled the dish towel from its holder then went back to Tom. Picking up the tape and scissors she sat down on his left leg and leaned into his chest.

            “Open up, sugar.”

            Tom stared at her with wary eyes and shook his head.

            “Please? I don’t want to have to get mean with you.”

            He leaned away from her as far as he could and shook his head again.

            “Okay, sugar. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She laid the tape and scissors on the table and, still holding the towel in her right hand, she reached down with her left hand and grabbed his balls tightly in her tiny hand. His eyes grew large as she started to squeeze.

            “Open up, sugar, or it’ll get worse.”

            Tom tried to resist but the pain in his groin grew to an unbearable intensity. Finally, he opened his mouth to cry out and she shoved the towel in then quickly started wrapping the tape, sticky side out, around his head. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out what was happening. After wrapping several strips around his head she cut the tape and laid her tools aside then gently patted his cheek.

            “I’ll make up for hurtin’ you later. I promise,” she whispered.

            “Ain’t you done eatin’ yet?” Mack barked at Sid.

            “Why?” Sid asked, looking over his shoulder at his brother.

            “I thought maybe you’d be ready for desert by now.” Mack grinned at his brother then leered down at Penny, still clutched tightly in his left arm.

            “Well,” Sid said, slamming the refrigerator door shut. “Since you put it that way.”

            He turned and sauntered over toward his brother and their female captive. Jane slipped her arm around Tom’s neck and cuddled close. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and slipping her hand inside.

            “This is where things start to get interesting,” she whispered as she leaned into his neck.

            Tom began to struggle against his bonds as he realized what was about to happen. Penny tried to pull away from Mack but his grip was too strong and all her struggles did was arouse him further. Sid walked over to the table and swiped his hand over it to clear everything off of it. The napkin holder and salt and pepper shakers that Penny always kept on it sailed across the room and landed with a crash on the other side. The tape and scissors Jane had laid on it went undisturbed. Sid looked sideways at Tom.

            “We might need these,” he said as he picked up the tape and scissors then laid them back down. “Get up, Janey.”

            “But, Sid –”

            “You’re in the way there. You can have your pet back in a minute.”

            Jane obediently got up and stepped away from Tom’s bound form. Sid easily shuffled the chair away from the table and placed it against the counter so Tom was now looking directly at the table.

            “There ya go, sis.”

            Jane rushed over to reclaim her seat on Tom’s lap while Mack forced Penny forward toward the table. Sid picked up the tape and scissors again.

            “Okay, bitch, time for you to do a little entertainin’,” Mack said, pushing Penny forward over the table.

            He bent her forward so she was lying face down on the table then tossed his gun to Sid. Sid put the gun on a countertop behind him. Mack forced Penny to stretch her arms out above her head then he pinned her wrists together. Sid used the tape to the her wrists together and run several strips of tape from her bound wrists to the middle table leg. Once they had her arms effectively tied down Mack stood up behind her and let his hands play over her slim form.

            “Prison ass is okay but nice, warm pussy is so much better,” Mack commented as his hands roamed over Penny.

            Both men admired the view of their prisoner tied across the middle of her rectangular dining room table. It was just wide enough to accommodate her voluptuous body laid across it. When they turned her over and pulled her back, her head would dangle over one side nicely for blow jobs and still leave her pussy and ass available on the other side.

            “Come over here, Sid. Let’s turn our pussy over and get started.” Mack laughed loudly as he slapped Penny’s ass and listened to Tom’s struggles behind him.

            Sid quickly moved around the table to stand next to his brother. Together, they lifted Penny and turned her over so that she lay face-up on the table. Mack pushed on her legs to shove her across the table and let her head fall over the edge. Sid moved back around the table and tightened the tape binding her to hold her in place. Then he moved back around next to his brother and they worked together to quickly bind each of her legs to a table leg. When they were finished Penny was bound to the table with her head hanging over one edge and her legs hanging over the other. Her legs were bound so she lay spread-eagled on the table. Mack turned to Tom with a huge grin.

            “I just can’t wait to get to work on that pussy.”

            Tom shook his head and pleaded with his eyes as he struggled against his own bonds. Jane’s right hand caressed his chest inside his shirt while her left hand worked at the zipper of his pants. He jerked and grunted, trying desperately to free himself.

            Mack and Sid were quick to drop their pants and step out of them. Their already hard pricks were prominently displayed for all to see. Tom grunted and whined but they both ignored him and started letting their hands wander over Penny’s bound and spread body.

            “Please…don’t…,” she begged softly, tears flowing freely from her big brown eyes.

            “Aw, don’t worry, bitch we ain’t gonna stop now,” Sid teased.

            He grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open, causing the buttons to fly around the room. Tom groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Jane’s left hand slid into his now open pants.

            “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll take good care of you,” Jane promised.

            With her head hanging at such an awkward angle over the edge of the table, Penny had trouble keeping her mouth closed. Sid took advantage of this problem and stuffed his erect penis between her lips. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled sharply, drawing her attention. She stared up at him in terror.

            “Don’t even think about bitin’ it, bitch.”

            Mack grabbed her round tits in both hands and squeezed as he leaned forward and took the nipple of her left breast between his teeth. He nibbled lightly on it before switching to the other nipple. He let his hands slide from her tits and roam down her body to her pants. He undid the button and slid the zipper down then grabbed the waistband and pulled down. He left her pants hanging around her ankles and stood up. Grabbing the scissors he quickly cut away her tiny g-string panties, letting the remnants fall to the floor.

            “What a gorgeous pussy!” He laid the scissors aside and knelt down in front of Penny’s exposed pussy lips. “Hey, Sid, she shaves!”

            “Good. I don’t like a lot of hair on my bitch’s pussy. It makes it hard to see and I hate it when it gets in my mouth.”

            “I know what ya mean, bro.”

            Mack leaned forward and slid his tongue along Penny’s pussy lips, causing her to jerk spasmodically.

            “I think she likes ya, Mack.”

            Mack laughed as he started to play with her clit. Sid reached down to pinch and twist her nipples. When he noticed a little wetness start to appear, Mack slipped his middle finger inside Penny’s vagina. She twisted and squirmed on the table as his fingers played with her pussy and Sid face fucked her. He soon inserted another finger and continued his assault on her clit. When he had four fingers inside her and saw she was close to reaching an orgasm he pulled his hand away and stood up, positioning his stiff, hard rod at her hot, wet entrance.

            “Ready, bro?” Mack asked.

            “Let’s do it,” Sid replied with a grin.

            The two brothers began to fuck Penny in earnest at both ends while Jane’s hands worked on Tom. She pinched and tweaked his nipples with her right hand while she used her left hand to work on his prick.

            “This is where everything gets real interestin’,” she whispered in his ear.

            He moaned behind his gag as tried to fight the feelings she was causing in his body. The loud grunts from the other two men and her expert hands on his own were quickly winning out against his efforts.

            “I think he’s gettin’ close,” she called over to her brothers.

            “Don’t let him cum yet,” Mack ordered.

            She pulled her hand away from Tom’s dick just as her brothers exploded in Penny. Tom shivered all over, squeezing his eyes tightly and moaning. When Sid finally pulled his limp cock from Penny’s mouth he shoved his own underwear between her lips and used the tape to secure the gag the same way Jane had gagged Tom. Mack’s limp dick finally slid from Penny’s pussy and he stepped away from her.

            “Let’s go find a shower,” he said as he sauntered through the wrecked kitchen.

My wife fucks with her dad & our 13yo son.

123123 on Incest Stories

After hearing about my wife's dream when she told me about in the morning,I promised her that I would call her dad to arrange for her to go down and see him,purely and simply,so that he could fuck her.

Since her divorced dad had been living by himself in his house,with her mom now married to a much younger toyboy,we her dad knew he loved to be nude in his secluded garden,and had sunbathed with her in the nude,just before we got married.

Having witnessed the effect it had on her dad's very hard cock,which was a bit bigger than mine,and thicker aswell,on seeing her shaven cunt & tits,it gave me wonderful thoughts about me seeing him fuck the

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arse off her beside me,especially after our wedding at some stage,in his own garden on the grass bare arsed.

After dropping her off down at her dad's,only wearing a t-shirt and very,very obscene cut off denim shorts,where the thinnest of narrow strips of material was inside her cunt lips,her dad had a fantastic view of her cunt,as soon as he saw her getting out of the car.

On seeing his eyes light up,I said to her dad,"Here she is dad,fuck the arse off her,you deserve it,for making her in the first place,enjoy her cunt like me".

Our young 13yo son couldn't believe seeing his mom's cunt so wonderfully bulging out like that,as she rushed to french kiss her dad deeply infront our son & I.

It was a good job,I'd closed the large gate behind the car,as her dad couldn't help feeling her arse and tits as he french kissed her deeply,with their wide open mouths,simply glued together.

I told my son to help me,as we both eased her skimpiest of shorts slowly down,then peeled of her t-shirt over her up stretched arms,leaving her totally nude as she returned her mouth glued to her dad.

Our young 13yo son had seen his mom in the nude before,but this was the first time,anything had happened between them,and it turned me on especially.

Now her dad got nude aswell as they kissed,as our son & I,caressed and kissed her body as her dad fondled her all over.

I told our son to enjoying kissing his mom's gorgeous cheeks,and told him to move between his mom& her dad to start to get his tongue to her lovely shaven cunt.

Her dad's now very erect cock couldn't help resting against our son's face cheeks,as it proudly waited for our son to suck & bathe in his mom's gorgeous cunt.

My wife had an enormous orgasm as our sons lips & tongue parted her love petals,and fed on her lovely juices.

I then slowly eased our young son's head to one side,so her dad could ease his wonderful cock inside her there,with our sons eyes,just a mere five or six inches away,as her dad's lovely hard cock,slowly eased it's way,inside my wife.

Her dad hadn't got hit fully inside her,when she had another amazing climax,as she hung on to her dad for life as he fucked her.

Our son crouched between them,getting the most wonderful view of his mom being fucked blind by her dad's very hard proud cock,before he couldn't hold back,and came powerfully inside her.

We saw them literally cling together like limpets,as they both came together,and glued their mouths together again as they kissed.

I kissed her cheeks as she stay glued to her dad,as they stayed like that for a good five minutes infront of our son & me.

I'd stripped of like our son,with us both wanking like mad as her dad fucked her,but now it was our son's turn as her dad eased her down,to lie on the garage foor,so our son could fuck her aswell.

I quickly got two small cushions from the car,so our son could kneel on them,as he knelt between her wide open legs.

Then he slowly brushed his young cock against her love lips,before he managed to ease it inside her.

Then her dad & I,encouraged him to fuck his mom,to get up a steady rythem as he fucked her,on the bare floor,which my wife loved,being fucked on the bare concrete.

Our son soon came,unsurprisingly,as his excitement overtook him.to end with an amazing scenario down there as we then went inside to all have a quick nap and wind down,before my son and I drove back,leaving my wife to stay with her dad,and with them constantly making love for a week.

On calling her every evening,she excitedly told me everything,about her dad fucking her rigid,both day and night,all over his house,as neither wore any clothing whatsoever for virtually the whole week,as her dad treated her as his loving wife,as they snuggled up to sleep spoonlike every night in the nude.

But what excited me more than anything,was after shaving eachothers cock & cunt,at no time was any protection ever used at all,to heighten the chances of her dad impregnating her for me,which wonderfully,as it turned out,he did.

Four times that summer,I proudly took her down to him,so that with nothing else in mind,she was only down there with to fuck,as her tummy swelled with his lovely baby inside her.

She was just 30yo,with her dad being a very fit 51yo,so to have our lovely 13yo son fucking her at home before and after school every day,was fantastic for me,especially if I was at work,as she bore her dad's lovely little boy,as it turned out,and promised her that as soon as he was big enough,we would get him inside her if we could aswell.

Then when he was about thirteen,we'd get him to fuck her all the time aswell,like our son was doing,whenever he wanted to,even if I was at home to see them,but more exciteing,out in the back yard,if it was pouring down with rain in the nude on the ground,with me standing over them,also in the nude,as they fucked,wanking away like mad,and cumming with tem in the pouring rain as we all got soaked and so excited.

That was a few years ago now,but wonderful to recall those past events.

 

Watchin my friends mom

TheMan1990 on Voyeur Stories

It was a friday night, my parents were out for the night and they didnt trust me home alone so they asked if i could sleep at my friend Anthony's house. His mom agreed.  At around 730 I walked over to his house. 

"Hey tim." said mrs. M.  "Hey Mrs. M, wheres anthony?"  "He is upstairs on the computer"

I walk upstairs to the family room and say hi to anthony.  Anthony suggests we play a video game to waste the time until his mom goes to bed.  We played Madded 06 for about 3 hours until finally his mom said she was goin upstairs and would see us in the morning.  Mrs. M was the hottest mom I'd ever seen, she had nice C cup tits.(i saw the tag of one of her bras once). and she had a nice big ass and also wore thongs. (I had seen

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them near the laundry room but thats a different story). 

One morning I had seen her walking around with no bra on and i could see her hard nipples through her shirt.  Ever since then I have been fantasizing about her while i masturbated.

At around 12 Anthony put on cinemax and there was a porn on. As we were watchin it i got extrememly hard and put a blanket over me to cover up my hard on.  After about 10 mins Anthony said he was very horny and said he was goin to masturbate.  I said i wasnt too horny so i would wait until later.  Anthony then with a blanket over him, jerked off for 10 mins until he said that he had cummed.  After he came, he turned off the porn and put on Con Air. After about 30 mins i looked over and saw that Anthony was asleep.  I tried waking him up but he was out for the night.  At this point i was extremely horny so i figured that i would go get another pillow and blanket from upstairs then jerk off then go to sleep.  I walked into the kitchen then into the living room then up the stairs quietly. I didnt want to wake up Mrs. M. 

I walked up to the closet and grabbed a pillow and a blanket.  As I was doin this i heard low moans coming from Mrs. M's room.  My cock instantly hardened.  I was so horny and I had to check it out.  I slowly walked over to her door and put my ear up to it.  I now heard her moaning loudly.  I needed to see this.  I slowly opened the door just barely enough to see her on her bed.  The site I saw made my dick the hardest its ever been.  Mrs. M was on her bed naked with her legs spread and 3 fingers in her perfectly shaved cunt and her other hand was caressing her nice tits.  I watched for about 5 minutes until I finally couldnt resist anymore and i pulled out my fully erect 7 inch cock.  My precum was already oozing from the tip of my dick.  I started to stroke my cock as I watched my friends beautiful mom masturbate.

I watched as her fingers went deep into her pussy and as she carressed her hard nipples.  I could see the juices of her pussy on her fingers as they went in and out.  Her moans got louder and louder as she went on.  My strokes got faster and faster.  I felt that I would cum soon.  I kept watchin Mrs. M finger her cunt and rub her clit for about 15 mins.  Then Mrs. M arched her back and fingered her cunt even harder until she let out a big moan and collapsed on her bed.  At this site i came so hard.  The hardest I ever came in my life.  The cum shot all over the door to her room.  I watched as she pulled out her fingers from her pussy, her cum was all over her and her fingers.  Then i watched as she put her fingers by her face and sniffed them.  Then she put all 3 fingers in her mouth and sucked off the juices.  This was by far the hottest thing i've ever seen.  Not wanting to get caught I quickly put my cock back into my pants, picked up the pillow and blankets and went back downstairs.

I went back into the family room and put on the TV thinkin about what i had just seen.  I again got hard so i put on some porn and jerked off again thinkin about what had just happened.  After i came i cleaned it up and went to sleep. 

The next morning Mrs. M woke us up and made us breakfast.  I was still nervous wondering if i would get confronted about what had happened.  After breakfast Anthony went to take a shower and i told Mrs. M that i would walk home now. She said ok.  As i was walking out the door Mrs. M said, "Tim, I hope you enjoyed last night." then she winked at me.  I smiled and said that it was great and i thanked her.  Then i walked out and down the steps and walked home.  I now know that she had noticed me at her door that night.  This just makes me hornier when i jerk off to the thaught of Mrs. M masturbating and her knowing i was there.

Movie of a lifetime

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My friend used to come over and we'd hang out and watch TV or go to the movies or whatever.  We used to have fun.  What she didn't know was the erotic fantasies I used to have about her.  She was sex on legs and everytime I used to see her I used to have to jerk off either while I was in the bathroom or as soon as she had left.

Well one night she came over and I had cooked.  We'd had wine with our meal so we were both pretty relaxed.  She'd chosen the movie and we'd grabbed a couch each and were laid out and enjoying the movie. 

The movie was a little more sexy than she thought and as we were watching it started to get really hot.  I took a glance at her and she didn't seem fazed by it but I could feel myself getting hard.  I grabbed the cushion and

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put it on my lap pretending to hug it.  The movie got worse and my hard dick was pressing against my jeans making it really uncomfortable for me.  I tried moving to give it a little more room but it made it worse with the fabric rubbing against my dick and I winced.  She looked over and asked if I was OK.  I said yes I was fine.

She asked if I had any popcorn because she was hungry and I told her where it was in the cupboard.  She said it was my place so I should go get it.  There was no way that I could get up and let her see that I was as hard as hell so I said that I was tired and if she wanted it she would have to get it!

She complained but got up and did the popcorn.  While she was out I made another attempt at adjusting my position so that it didn't hurt quite so much.  I tried thinking of something really boring so that my hard dick would go soft again but the movie was paused at the scene where the woman was gently kneeding the guy through his boxers. 

I thought that maybe if I could pop the top button of my jeans it would give my dick a little more room to breathe - it did that ok the head of my dick poked out of the top.  It already had some precum on it so I wiped it off with my finger.  I heard some noise so i put the cushion back on my hard dick and pretended to be watching the screen of the TV.  She went to sit down on the other couch but then changed her mind and came and sat on my couch.  She told me to move my legs so she could sit down.  With great difficulty I did.

We carried on watching the movie and it got worse.  Surely this was as near to porn as you could get from Blockbuster!

She kept looking over at me and eventuallyt he movie finished.  "Are you going to make me a drink or do I have to do that for myself as well?"  she asked.  "No, you have to do that for yourself as well,"  I replied.

Then she shocked the hell out of me.  She said that she wasnt' going out again because she wanted to watch this time if I was going to play with myself!  I was shocked and asked her what she meant.

She pulled the cushion away and said, "that's what I mean!"  I was so embarrased and tried to pull the cushion back and then she shocked me once more.  She said that I was obviously as hot as she was and why didn't we have a jerk off.  I was speechless, was she for real.

She undid her jeans and slid them down her ankles along with her underwear.  Her pussy was wet as hell and my dick poked even more out of my jeans than before.  She inserted her finger into her pussy and spread some of her juices over her clit and started to rub.  Holy cow was this really happening.  She told me that the person who came last was the winner and the person who lost had to do what the other person told them to.  Hell I could do that!

I pulled my zipper down and eased my jeans to my ankles and then my boxers.  My dick shot out like a gun from a bullet.  I heard her take a sharp intake of breath.  She looked at my 9 inches of meat and started rubbing her clit even more.  I started to stroke my uncut dick, rubbing the foreskin up and down.  Man I could feel my balls tighten already.  Watching her sink two fingers into her pussy then rub her clit with her other hand was too much and I exploded with a loud groan.  She smiled and then shouted, "oh god yes," and she came all over her hand.

I gave a nervous laugh and went to  pull up my boxers and jeans.  She caught hold of my hand and told me that she'd won so I had to do anything she told me to.  She told me to take all my clothes off while she took all her clothes off.  Her tits were sooo nice I just wanted to touch them.  then she went to her bag and led me to my bedroom.  she lay me on my bed and and before I knew it she had handcuffed both my wrists to the headboard of the bed.  She then said I was not allowed to say a word until she took the handcuffs off or there would be a punishment for me!

She climbed onto my face and sunk her pussy into my face.  I licked her clit and then she moved so I could lick her pussy.  She kept gyrating her hips so that I alternated between her pussy and clit.  She started to move quicker and her breath started to get quicker too.  and then she came all over my face.

She moved down the bed and by this time my dick was rock hard again and was swaying in the wind.  She ran her tongue over the head of it and then gave little kisses all down each side.  She cupped my balls in her hands then sucked them, then left a trail of saliva back up to the head and placed her mouth over the head of my dick.  I had never met a woman who could take me all in her mouth because of my size but hell she couldn't have had any reflexes in the back of her throat because she sucked me to the base and back up again without even gagging.  She did that a few more times and I started to move my hips backwards and forwards to fuck her mouth.  She took her mouth off of me for a second and inserted her finger into her mouth and then put her mouth back on me.  She then inserted her finger up my ass.  God I'd never had that done before and holy shit it felt good. I was torn between feeling guilty because it was up my butt and liking it so much.  It didnt' take me long to shoot my load after that and she drank every drop of it.

she then came back up to my head and for the first time she kissed me.  She sucked on my tongue like she had sucked on my dick and then she undid the handcuffs.  I'd never felt like this before and I was so horny I was hard again.

I stuck two fingers up her pussy and she started to grind against them.  I kissed her hard while I did this and she grabbed at my dick and started to jerk me off.

I turned her over so that she was on her knees and I eased my dick into her pussy. All this time no one had said anything.  there had been quiet moans but everything had been supressed until now.

"Oh god yes fuck me hard, ram that big black dick up me, oh god yes, yes, fuck me, ram me, come on ram me."  I'd never had anyone talk to me like this before either.  So I joined in.

"do you like my dick?  Do you want more eh?  Come on baby cum for me, cream for me baby," all the time I was fucking her pussy hard so that my balls were slapping against her ass.  I slid my hand around the front of her and started to rub her clit.  She started to scream and she came hard but I was far from finished.  I flipped her over again and put her legs on my shoulders and I rammed her from the front.  She was begging me to come but I wasn't ready yet.  If this never happened again I was going to make the most of it now.  She came again and her whole body was covered in sweat.  Then she rolled me over and she sat on top of me.  She was grinding her hips on my hard dick telling how good it felt and how I was making her wetter than she'd ever been before.  She'd slide me almost out of her and then bang back down on me.  This woman knew how to fuck.  She came another twice before I could feel my balls start to tighen, I was going to come but not like this.  I flipped her over onto her back and lay on top of her shoving my dick quickly back in to fill her pussy again.  Two big thrusts and I was done.  I filled her hole with my juice and she came again too.

I lay there on top of her with my shrinking dick still inside her.  I kissed her more softly now and said, "what have we done."

She gave a giggle and said, "I dont know about you but you've just forfilled my fantasy that I have about you everytime I'm alone without you."

I told her about my fantasy too and how I used to jerk off thinking I was fucking her.  She giggled and we both fell asleep on the bed, naked.

When I woke up she was still sleeping but there was a part of my body that wasn't sleeping, I rolled over and

Now you don't expect there to be another one so soon do you?  Just wait and let me know if you need part two.

SEX WITH A DAMSEL NEXT DOOR

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SEX WITH A DAMSEL NEXT DOOR

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I am Satish working for a manufacturing company in Chennai. I am married and have children, we live in a Apartment in Adyar Park Chennai. A Christian couple had purchased our adjacent flat a year back. The couple were Mr. & Mrs. D’souza, the husbands name was Rocky and the wife’s name was Sandra. Rocky was working with TVS as Marketing Executive an

Different life-Incest

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Hi my name is chris and Im 26 I live in a small town in NY. I never really had girlfriends but was always thinking about sex. I never really told anyone this and this is all TRUE.

Growing up I was a loser and never really had any friends. I always thought about sex because there was never nothing to do in my small town. One day at 12 I saw my mom take a shower and ever since then I was jerking off to her and the dreams I would have of her. My family live next door to the Andersons a family with 3 boys. Since I was the only son I would hang out alot over there. the oldest was 19 then 15 then my age 12. There parents was so nice and my dad and mom know them for such a long time that I started to call them uncle and aunt. I can remember the summer when I had just turn 13 I stayed

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the week over there house. Mrs. Anderson was ok but I just love to jerk off to any women I could. The last night Mr. Anderson ask me to help him in the basement with some boxes. the 2 oldest where out and David was watching TV. I went down to the basement to help and we chat a bit. He told me to reach up to grab abox and when I did he got behind me and help. I could feel his cock press against my ass and him breathing very heavy. I was shock for at my age did not know what to do so I just ask what was he doing. he told me to just hold the box so I did. I felt him reach down my pants and started to play with my cock. It felt good so I just let him do this without saying a word. Then he reach and pull my shorts down. I was so confused he told me to bend over the boxes that where there so I did. I felt his cock against my ass and ask him please stop but not really put up a fight. Then I heard him spit and then rub my ass hole. I felt his cock go in and I was freaking out but the pleasure was so hot after a couple of pumps he ask me if I like it. I did not answer.

He then pull out and told me not to say anything and we would finish next time. As I went up stairs I was shock and confuse at what just happenI went to dav room and just watch TV. As time went by I could not stop think at what just happen but my ass wanted more. about 1 hr past and I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. When I got there I could hear Mr. Anderson still in the basement so I went down think what the hell was wrong with me. I ask if he needed any help. And to this day I can still remember that smile on his face and what he said. " Is anyone still up?" I said just Dav and the other boys where still out.He grab my hand and walk me over to the couch and bent me over and pull down my pants. Then the sex that would change my life. He started to fuck me and for some reason it was good and was turning me on. Before I continue this is not a gay story so just have patience and read its long but this is TRUE. As months past we never said a word and I was now getting really into spying on my mom. I would always jump in bed with my mom and hug her. I would spy on her taking showers and sometimes I would fix the curtains so from outside at night I would go and watch her change.I use to watch her walk around naked with a hairy pussy and fat boobs. I was always jerking off to her and thinking of her. About 1 year after the sex with Mr. Anderson I went over to see if Dav was home. I always just walk in from the back door. I open and went in when I close the door I could hear noise from the basement. As i got close I heard Mr. Anderson and he was moaning and I could hear wet sounds. I walk down and when I got to the bottom Mr. Anderson was jerking off total naked. I ran back up and left.

Years past and I had just finish High School but still no sex or girlfriend. Mr. Anderson never said a word about that day or did he try anything with me. That summer we had a big cook out and invited friends and family. I was 16 and still thinking about sex and was spying now on Mrs. Anderson.........

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Bridal Gangbang

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I want to tell you a story about the wildest night of my life. It was the only time that I ever had sex with anyone other than my husband. But first, let me tell you a little about me.

My name is Zarina. I am a beautiful blonde with a shapely figure. I’m about 5’3” tall. My tits are ample and I have a cute, round ass. Most of my past boyfriends have been quoted as saying I have to tightest pussy that they’ve ever put their dicks in. I was born and raised in Russia. I came to the United States in 1999. That’s when I met my husband, Roy.

Roy is tall and handsome with a thick build.

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The thing that attracted me to him when we met was the fact that he wasn’t the jealous type. That was a big plus because I like to flirt with just about every man I come in contact with.

About a year after Roy had been dating me, he asked me to marry him. We were engaged for another year. After a lot of debating on the planning of the wedding, we finally decided to have a traditional wedding but with a little twist.

It turns out the reason Roy was never jealous was because he was actually turned on by the thought of other men fucking me. I never knew about it until a night that we were discussing the wedding reception. He was drunk as shit, and out of nowhere, he suggested he have all his friends over to gang fuck me.

I thought he was joking, of course, so I agreed. I realized he was serious when I saw the look of euphoria on his face.

After that, I didn’t talk to him for days. I was pissed and seriously thought about canceling the wedding.

I calmed down eventually and Roy apologized. After that, every now and then when we were having sex, Roy would talk dirty to me. He would talk about how his friends thought I was attractive, how they found my accent very sexy, and how every one of them wanted to fuck me.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of talk would’ve gotten Roy a kick in the balls, but in bed with his cock ramming into me, I found it quite stimulating. I would have multiple orgasms and scream at the top of my lungs throughout the whole thing. Roy even started buying up every gangbang DVD that he could find so we could watch them before we had sex.

Over time, the idea of being gangbanged started sounding a lot better. About two months before the wedding, we decided to add an additional feature. There would be the Wedding, the Reception, and then the After Reception in which Roy and ten of his friends would gangbang me.

I was excited, but nervous as hell. I couldn’t even make eye contact with any of them when I’d see them during the weeks leading up to the wedding. I spent a lot of time avoid them because I was afraid I’d have to talk to them about it.

Ironically though, on the day we got married, I wasn’t nervous at all, just eager to get started. I swear my pussy had never been wetter.

After the reception, I went home by myself. Roy was with the fellas. I showered, deuced, masturbated, and got dressed back in my wedding gown. We had decided that every one would wear the same attire that we had worn for the wedding.

We met in a big warehouse that a few of Roy’s friend worked in. Since one was the general manager, he had the crew set up a corner of it to look exactly like the church.

The guys’ names were John, Hershel, Julian, Brandon, Guy, Dave, Steve, Tyce, JJ, and Cheyne. They got in a single file line.

Someone said, “Now you may kiss the bride,” and the first one kissed me.

Someone else kept repeating it and each man kissed me. Some were quick kisses; others were longer the way my husband had kissed me in the wedding. Then there were some who literally shoved their tongues down my throat and intertwined them with mine. Some were gentle. Some were rough. They were all good kissers.

I was amazed by how much I turned them on. I could see their lust in their facial expressions, and even if I couldn’t, it was apparent by the way their cocks poked me when we kissed.

It made me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. I didn’t need to be nervous. I was in control of everything. They wanted me, not the other way around.

When we got to the end of the line I was so excited and horny that I could hardly keep control of myself. My legs were wobbly and I could feel my juices trying to seep down my thigh.

“Let the honeymoon begin,” said someone as the rest surrounded me.

They were kissing my neck, caressing me, and slowly removing my clothes. It continued like this until they’d stripped me of everything except the laced stockings that I had worn underneath.

Dicks started popping out and it seemed like there were a hundred hands feeling me up. I slowly leaned forward and licked the first cock, knowing that there would be someone behind me looking at my ass.

As expected, I felt rough hands squeezing my tender flesh, and then the man in front of me grabbed my head and gently led it towards his cock.

I opened wide and sucked it inside me. He was still holding my head, still guiding it up and down on his shaft. Then I felt a pair of hands spreading my pussy lips, then something warm and hard pushing its way inside.

I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t because my mouth was so full of cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was the best feeling of my entire life.

“Suck that dick,” somebody said.

That, I did. Every cock they put in my face.

Meanwhile, everyone else had gotten naked. They sat down on a long bench and I sucked every cock as they took turns fucking me from behind.

It was odd because I couldn’t see who was in me. One minute there would be an average sized cock in me, it would pull out, and then it’d be replaced by a super-sized polish sausage.

I liked it. The feeling was new to me. I wanted more of it. It was a lot better when they lay me on my back because I could give my legs a rest and concentrate of the dicks in my mouth, pussy, and ass.

It lasted a ridiculously long time. By the time we were done, I couldn’t tell whose cock was whose. I was still horny, but the guys were to worn out to keep up with me. They were ready to cum.

As I was lying on the bench, they all started jerking their cocks over my head. One after the other, they wet my smiling face up with hot spunk and then moved aside so someone else could do the same.

Since I was still feeling like a whore and loving it, I kept lapping at it and letting some of it fall out of my mouth even though I couldn’t help but swallow some. There was so much of it.

Cum was the only thing I could smell. It was all over my face, head, tits, stockings…everywhere!

Once everyone had spilled their nuts in my mouth, I let out a loud giggle and covered my chest. For some reason, now that we were done fucking, I felt a little bashful.

Roy could see it so he thanked everyone for coming and jokingly told them to get lost. I loved it so much that we’re even thinking about calling up the old gang to celebrate our five-year anniversary, but that’s another story.

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Breeding Marisol

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John Winters was a 45 year old married white male who held a management position in his company. Two years ago, he interviewed Marisol who at that time was 17 years old for a secretarial position. She was an extremely attractive, young black girl. Although he thought she might be too young for the position, he welcomed the chance to give somone an opportunity who might have a higher energy level than the older secretaries he had in the past.

First the first year and a half Marisol had been amazing. She was in early, stayed after work to finish any work John had left and learned the organization inside and out. Then things started to change. Marisol would routinely show up late, sometimes not show up at all and disappear for long strecthes in the afternoon.

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 While she had seemed very pleasant for most of her tenure, she now often seemed despondent. John became very concerned and asked that Marisol schedule a lunch for him and her so they could discuss her recent performance.

A week later, the lunch was scheduled and they were to go to a restaurant in a nearby hotel. John felt a bit awkard about starting the conversation but started off by paying her a complement saying how well she had performed for her first year and a half. He then asked if everything was OK. He was not trying to pry but merely trying to find out if something was borrowing Marisol. Marisol then started to explain to John that her family who she lived with was incredibly religious. Her father had told her that she could only date men of her color with the same religious background and that pre-marital sex was out of the question. Up until a few months ago this had been OK with her but she more recently found herself having strange feelings. She was having strong desires to have pre-marital sex and she found herself strangely attracted to white men. John indicated that it was natural for a young woman of her age to start having sexual feelings and it was only natural for her to be attracted to white men as she worked in a very white collar environment but that as she got older, she would learn how to control her emotions and not let them affect her work.

John then asked if there was anything he could do to help her. Marisol sat there quietly for a moment, then looked at him and asked if he might consider having sex with her. John was quite stunned and responded that he was very happily married. Marisol told him that no one needed to know about this and it could only be once to see if it helped her. John did not know if she was kidding and said to her that she did not really mean to say what she was saying. Marisol then pulled out a key to a room in the hotel, told John that she was very serious and she would do whatever she needed to do to prove it.

John finally agreed to go with Marisol to the room but told her that no one must know. Once they got there, John was still unsure whether Marisol was serious so he told her that if she was serious about this, she should undress. She sat down on the bed and started to take her shoes off, then her socks, her pants and then her shirt. She stood before him in just her bra and panties. Marisol then told John that she had not told him everything. She was not quite sure whether it was a submissive fantasy or not but she wanted to be treated like a slave. John was stunned.

John thought about this for a moment and then started to get very hard. He looked at her and told her that from now on, in private, she would refer to him as Master and do whatever she was told. She responded "Yes, Master."

John then looked at her and told her to remove her bra. She responded, yes master. He then told her to start rubbing her nipples. She responded "yes master" and started to rub her nipples until they were hard. He then told her to remove her panties and she did so. She stood before him completely naked. John told Marisol to start rubbing her clit while he undressed. She said, "yes master." After he took all of his clothes, he really wanted to test her obedience so he told Marisol to stick a finger in her ass. She responded "yes master" and proceeded to stick a finger up her ass. He told her to remove the finger and lick it clean. She did as she was told.

He walked over and asked her if she wanted him to stick his white dick in her black pussy. She said, "yes master." He then lay her across her the bed and started to rub his dick against her clit. He told Marisol to beg him to stick in. Marisol began saying "master, please put your dick inside of me."

John started to slowly insert his dick into her virgin hole. After he was in, he started to rock her back and forth. Her body was pulsating and she started to scream "please master, shoot your white sperm into me. I want to. I need to have your baby." With that John shot his sperm into her fertile womb.Â

When it was all over, John told his black slavegirl to clean his dick with her mouth and she obeyed. After they got dressed, John told Marisol that every morning, she was to show up 30 minutes early, go into his office, get undressed and lay across his desk with her legs spread waiting for him. He would fuck her every morning until she got pregnant. She responded, "yes master."

He also told her that they would get her an apartment to live in because she would spend the next few years bearing his children. She agreed to this.  Every morning for the next month, Marisol did as she was told. John would come in, remove his pants, stick his dick insider Marisol, fuck her and cum inside of her. Then she finally got pregnant. Marisol looked at him and said "Master, I have wonderful news to tell you. I am with your child."Â

John loved having his very own slavegirl. Â

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- Educating The Sitter, Or? -

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- A BAD DATE -

After another lousy-ass date I made it home a good two hours earlier than expected, and a bit drunker than planned. Right off David, my date, reminded me of my ex, well-dressed, manicured, decent looking, and I should have ran. Actually I should have never sat at the table. When he opened with, “You must be Sylvia, I’m David, and this is one of David’s favorite restaurants,’ I should’ve said, “Sorry, I’m Jan, and I’m looking for Ken,’ it would’ve been the smart move.

Instead I sat, and he says, “Hear you’re a lawyer, David is a lawyer too, estate planning, have you got someone already?” It was a blind date courtesy of one of my co-workers, who just got put on a payback list.

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itely tell him my ex-husband took care of that, and he tells me, “Don’t know if you were told, but David is hung quite nicely. Would you like something to drink?”

I’ve heard a few bad opening lines, but this… horrific, inane one just shot to the top of the list, as did my co-worker’s name. Had to wonder if that one ever worked, and if it did what did he catch from it? “You know,” was going to tell him I hoped it was big enough to go screw himself, but instead said, “Pina colada, double please.”

He is going on and on about David, staring at my tits, and it wasn’t like I was flaunting them. Wearing a mid-sleeve flower print blouse, just the top button undone, and only a full ‘C’ cup, you had to try hard to get a little titty shot, but he was giving it his best effort. Red skirt just above my knee his chance at a panty shot was just as unlikely, but he was still taking peeks when I wasn’t looking. This was just a causal dinner and drinks, I wasn’t about to dress like I was on the clock, and he didn’t have enough money for that from me.

As he yammered on I pound my drink, then half-close my eyes, hoping the alcohol daze will turn this insect into a human, but no such luck. Think I hear him say he didn’t like kids, and have to ask, “Pardon me?” I had a twenty-month old son at home, which Pat knew.

“David is not good with kids, and David cannot be in the same room with a baby. Would you like David to get you another drink?”

“Oh, most definitely,” I tried to smile, while forcing myself to keep my hands from going for his throat, “the same will be fine.” Pat was dead, first thing Monday I was going to kill her, and it would be justifiable, setting me up with this piece of–

“Sylvia, she wants to know a double or triple?”

Our waitress must know David, and I smiled, “Triple, thank you, Lila.”

* * *

- AN EX-HUSBAND -

Fresh out of law school I landed a great job with one of the bigger firms, and for nearly a year I was working decent cases. My progress reports were fine, but after my yearly I was put on trash detail, and expected to keep up my billable hours.

Everybody I talked to said this was standard procedure, but I wasn’t buying it. I had no idea how I was going to get a decent quarterly report, and thought my career was in the toilet. You heard stories, of this cutthroat business, one bad report, and you were on a fast track downward. Worse yet, everyone knows it, and you become a social leper, even the interns think it might be catching, and you can get no one to help you out.

After my expected abysmal quarterly, Dwayne, a named partner, called me in, and I was braced for the lecture, or firing, intent on not whining. Instead he tells me he has some things he wants me to work with him personally on, but it might mean long hours. Without a second thought I jumped all over it.

The work wasn’t bad, and we did a lot during lunch and dinner, in some very nice restaurants. After hours we went over things in clubs, some very exclusive clubs, and shopping for things to have me wearing in these fancy clubs. This was all new to me, needing a scholarship I spent my young life studying, not even really dating in high school, and only had three boyfriends in college. Taking a full load, summer classes and never pledging fidelity to any I wouldn’t even count them as boyfriends. There were a handful of one-night stands, but two we never even knew the other’s name.

Barely twenty-five I was immediately in awe of this man and his clout, not to mention how fast my wardrobe was expanding. Didn’t have a daddy fixation, or was thinking a money angle, just having fun, very elite fun, for the first time. He was older and… Well, rich and wasn’t afraid to show it. Tailored clothes, chauffeured limousine, weekly trips to a salon, monthly trips to a spa, and memberships in three exercise clubs made him look, and kept him looking, impressive. Speaking four languages fluently, twice as many so-so, knowing the best foods to eat and finest wines to drink, cigars to smoke, and women to date made him even more impressive.

He did have an annoying habit of wanting things just so, and had no trouble taking one to task when it wasn’t. Also infamous for his temper and doing what was needed to win. Having one of the sharpest legal minds in the country, and incredible political connections it was more than mere looks, he had power, and wasn’t afraid to wield it.

Tanned, fit, charming, and single he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. Needless to say, he got in my panties, and by no means were we exclusive, but it was even more fun, then the accident occurred. His condom broke, I had been too busy to make my gynecologist appointment and was off the pill for a month, but no big deal, he always wore protection.

Now, I had a problem.

Dwayne was great about it, happy we were having a baby, even married me. It was his third, no children, and naturally my first. Nothing really changed, our weeklong Hawaiian honeymoon was cut to three days, including travel time, and we were back at work.

Being pregnant I didn’t go out with him as much, but he always had an escort, claiming them to be clients and part of the job. Seeing as nothing else changed I couldn’t see us being exclusive now, and never complained. He treated me well, made sure I didn’t need anything before going out, and always had plenty of his staff there for me if need be. After my first trimester my doctor insisted I quit work, and I got everything ready for the baby.

Had not been married four months when I personally caught Dwayne for the fifth, no sixth time cheating. As a little bonus I got a nice piece of jewelry every time I caught him, but we never talked about it.

First five times were with one or the other of his secretaries, twice with his personal secretary Sally, who had to be in her mid-fifties, although good-looking and she had a decent body. Both times he was in a corset and fishnets, which got me a complete matching set of jewelry, necklace, earrings, and bracelet. First diamond and sapphires, second diamond and emeralds, again with nothing being said on what I had seen, and no apology.

Sixth time I should have known something was up when Sally wasn’t at her desk, then I walk in and find him with a pair of interns. Secretaries were no big deal around here, and it was company policy, a man works long hours he might need a sexual release, and it was in the secretary’s unwritten job description. Of course nailing interns wasn’t exactly a rare thing around here either, most the time they didn’t even need to be asked.

Although this time it was a bit different, I came over after a doctor’s appointment and found Dwayne’s mouth and ass full of intern. Twins with matching thick nine-inch cocks, both buried to the balls in my husband. Obviously this was not his first time. Another named partner had recently been found with another intern’s dick in his mouth, and everyone was worried about losing work. But, all we lost was an intern; who is doing quite well, sitting on some Caribbean beach, not a care in the world.

I cleared my throat. “Ah, do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

All he said was, “Thought you were at the doctors.” Shaking my head I turned to leave. “Honey, I’ll be done in a minute.”

“It is a boy. But, go ahead take your time,” I gave him a backhanded wave, “I’ll be home packing my things.”

Wasn’t pissed, not in the least, wasn’t even surprised, well maybe a bit at it being men. I had seen most of the women he escorted about town, and they put me to shame. After our first month of sex I hadn’t been getting much, and I just thought the secretaries or female interns were getting my share. Wasn’t pissed at that either, because he wasn’t very good, and I had toys. Plenty of them, and after all these years I was good with them.

No, I just drove home and started packing my clothes, jewelry, and toys, prepared to leave as soon as I was finished, wasn’t even going to write a note. An hour after I left his office a package came, by limo, addressed to me. Handing it to me Jeff, his personal driver smiled. “I’m to wait, Miss.”

“Ah, fine, come in,” I stepped back, “like something to drink, Jeff?”

“No thank you.” He gave me a little head bob. “I’ll wait here in the hall, Miss Sylvia.”

Opened it there in the foyer, envelop held a sixty thousand dollar check and a divorce settlement, both in my name. Dwayne was giving me as much custody of the baby I wanted, but he would like visitation rights, set by me. Even stranger, no family court, or even arbitrator involved. In addition I was to receive twelve thousand a month until the baby was eighteen, unless he was in college, along with a house, and full medical benefits for both of us. The sixty thousand was quite obviously for the first five months of my pregnancy.

He had three requests, first, a paternity test as soon as the baby was born. That pissed me off a tad, seeing as I wasn’t the one sleeping around, including before he stuck his little dick in me. Second, I couldn’t live more than half an hour from his main residence. If he moved, I moved, all expenses paid for by him. Third, I name the baby after his father, Joseph, or if a girl, Josephine. Typical, dumb bastard, knowing all those languages, and he didn’t even hear what I told him. More likely he handed this off to the interns, while he cleaned up. Naturally, all this would be void if I breathed one word of this to anyone. Didn’t say he would take Joseph away from me, but Dwayne didn’t like losing, and I couldn’t win against him.

Without a second of hesitation I signed the document, and handed it to the limo driver. “There you go, thank you Jeff, for waiting.”

“No Miss,” Jeff put the document inside his jacket, “I’m here to take you to your new home, your car will be driven over later. Where are the bags, Miss Sylvia?”

He drove me twenty minutes away to a light brownish-blue house, with dark greenish-blue trim, no doubt my prick ex- got for a song, because the color scheme was terrible. Inside wasn’t much better and the decorator had to have been color-blind, or just plain blind. But the neighborhood was nice, clean, and house good-sized. Surprised it was furnished, with decent furniture, even a playground and spa in the large backyard.

By the time Jeff had my things out of the limo my car was here. “Hope you are happy here, Miss. A meal from Angela’s shall be arriving at five.” Jeff handed me a slip of paper. “At seven call this number. Good-bye Miss Sylvia, you were a pleasure to work for, a splendid lady in every sense of the word, and my favorite person, as well as the rest of the staff’s. I’m truly sorry.”

“Thank you Jeff, you did a splendid job, as always. Sorry for what?”

“Good day Miss, call that number, please.”

He left, nothing more was said. Right off I picked up the phone, and wasn’t surprised it had a dial tone. My name being on the I.D. was a tad strange, but I didn’t think anything of it.

I unpacked, then answered the door for the deliveryman. Wasn’t hungry, just sat staring at the phone, looked down at the paper, with just a phone number on it, back at the phone, wondering what the hell was going on. Woke this morning not a care in the world, pregnancy was fine, always was, and I had no idea why the doctor wanted me to quit work. Eleven hours later everything had gone to hell.

Phone clock turned to seven double ‘0’ and I dialed the number. Sally, his personal secretary answered, “Sylvia, listen, just listen, you were set up from the beginning, don’t sign anything. Dwayne needed a namesake for his father, or he doesn’t inherit one hundred-twenty million dollars, and the old man was given two years at the most, ten months ago. I’m–”

“Sally,” I cut her off, “already signed the papers.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. He’d had my head if I said anything earlier, and I couldn’t chance it at work.” There was silence on the other end. “See an attorney, but I’ll never repeat this, and the number is a payphone.”

“Ah Sally,” I couldn’t wrap my head around this, “what do you mean the beginning?”

“I mean,” she hissed, “since your yearly evaluation. Dwayne is the one who put you on trash detail. You were targeted because you have no money to back you against him, half that money is yours. Better this way, you might have had an accident after the baby was–”

“What the hell does that mean?” Sally didn’t say anything. “Are we talking murder?”

“That’s all I can say about it. I’ve no proof, but I’ve worked with him a long time and know the people he knows. Just be careful, dear, very careful.” There was a pause. “Sylvia, I never had sex with him. I beat his ass and humiliated him, that’s all.”

“Thank you, for telling me this.” I sat there a second or two, then added, “Sally, next time beat his ass for me, preferably with a piece of barbed wire.”

“I will Sylvia, promise. I’m sorry, good luck. I’ll try to help out in the future, but don’t count on me to ever testify, I have family to take care of. Sylvia, I’m truly sorry.”

Phone went dead, and I sat there trying to visualize sixty million, even wrote it out on the paper. But why, because Dwayne was right, I still owed twenty thousand in student loans, and I’d never see one cent of that sixty million. Sure I could get another sleaze-ball lawyer to fight my sleaze-ball lawyer husband, for eternity, but how would I live.

Now I was pissed at the cock-sucker, then giggled, because I wasn’t mad he was sucking cock, hell, I did that, just mad because he was a cock-sucker. Deep down I wasn’t surprised, from the beginning I knew this guy did anything and everything to get what he was after. Had to wonder why he just didn’t get a surrogate, or– “Stupid!” I slapped my forehead. “He doesn’t like to share,” I said aloud. Never even saw his checkbook, much less one of his bank statements. I kept mine, for our relationship I didn’t think it was that big of deal.

It finally dawned on me, that prick would have killed me, and had one hundred-twenty million reasons why. Kept telling myself no way, it was impossible, but remembering his cold caresses and lifeless kisses I knew better. Now I had five months, well at least four to find some protection for me, or it might still happen.

Was easier than I thought, after cashing his check I called up Dwayne the next day, and was surprised he took the call. “Know what you did, played me from the beginning, knocked me up, your dad, the money, all of it, and do not, repeat do not care.”

“Really?” Dwayne snorted, “Then why am I talking to you?”

“Because I don’t want anything happening to me after Joseph is born.”

“Sylvia, don’t get all dramatic on me, it was a simple business negotiation, nothing personal.” Dwayne cleared his throat. “Who told you this fanciful bullshit?”

I wanted to tell him he was right, there wasn’t anything personal, cold-hearted prick. But kept my head, and played what I was dealt, a fact of life my father taught me. “Your partners drink too much and talk too much, while trying to get in my panties every time I see them.”

“Come on Sylvia,” he laughed, “that’s just business too, a little one-upmanship.”

Callous prick, and his cronies. “Dwayne, I have it all documented, and sent it like a damn chain letter. Anything happens to me, and a hundred get mailed off the first week, probably two hundred the second, and you get the picture. I took some of that check and hired five private detective agencies all over the state, to keep an eye on me every so often, and look for my obit or name in the news. I vanish, someone is going to take notice, and start looking.”

“There’s nothing to this Sylvia, nothing.” Dwayne took a deep breath. “It’s all in your head. I don’t need to harm you because…” It went quiet. “Sylvia, are you taping this?”

“Come on Dwayne,” I hissed, “you think I’ve lived with you long enough your sleazy tricks have rubbed off on me?” There was no answer. “No Dwayne, I’m not taping this.”

“Fine, but lets say hypothetically I wished to harm you, I would never have to resort to murder, not the mother of my child.”

“Right, your concern for me goes as far as me having the child, the end.” I knew there was more. “So, hypothetically what would happen?”

“Hypothetically?” Dwayne drummed a pencil on his desk, a definite tell he was debating on rather to reveal his complete strategy. “Alexander case, jury tampering, I’ve key evidence to the guilty party, and it wouldn’t be good for you. In fact I can about guarantee you spending every cent your family has to just get ten years in a federal prison, for each count. See Sylvia, I wouldn’t have to worry about you for, with good behavior fifteen, twenty years, and who knows what kind of accident you might have in a place like that.”

I remembered the case, and had interviewed a bunch of people, most who had nothing to do with the case. “Dwayne, I had very little to do with the case.”

“True, but it takes very little to get a conviction.” He paused. “Sylvia, I’ll double your severance deal, but that’s as far as I go.”

He was right, and I had given some of those people a paper explaining who and what I was doing. But, a picture of me handing them something, and even a forged canceled check I was totally screwed. “No, the original deal is fine.” I didn’t want to push him, and didn’t want any part of him, or his millions. Already had taken three baths trying to get his slimy feel off me, and I’d need another one or two after this phone call. “I’ll never fight you over a red cent, and will sign anything you want saying as much. You honor that paper, and your son, by putting him in your will, I don’t care if it’s for a tenth of your estate, just something. Dwayne, I just don’t want to be harmed, I’m no threat unless you make me one.”

“Alright Sylvia, was just hypothetical, and you know I’d rather make a deal. So, it’s done, I’ll have a document drawn up in an hour.”

“Good, oh Dwayne, I think you might really grow fond of this boy, I truly hope so. Hope he even turns you half human. But know this, he turns eighteen, I’m not there and he’ll get a copy of what his father truly is. That’s not hypothetical, you fuc–”

“Sylvia,” Dwayne cut in politely, “you’ve made your point. Swear to you, on my soul, I’ll never harm you. And to show you there are no hard feelings, what did you spend setting this all up? I’ll reimburse you.”

Wanted to tell him he didn’t have a soul to swear on, lost it long ago, but he’d just agree. “Ten thousand, but I just want you off my ass, and me not looking over my back. Will never be a problem, just want to raise our son.”

“Done, cashier’s check will be with the document. Again I apologize for you taking it personal, just business, a tactical decision.”

Fuck! I wanted to spit in his face. “I don’t take it personal, good-bye Dwayne.” Amazingly I didn’t cry, not a tear, spit on, or at the phone a bit, then went and took a hot bath.

* * *

Dwayne left me alone, but so did everyone else. I couldn’t get an interview with any firm, much less a job. Told my family and everyone else, we had nothing really in common. My dad was a dad. “Don’t give a shit how much money he had, Princess, he was an asshole, and an old one at that. You can do a lot better.” He owned a plumbing supply in San Diego, my mother was bookkeeper there before they married, and they had me when they were in their late thirties.

“Honey,” my mom got on the extension, “did you kick him in the nuts? Because your father will fly out and do it, no problem. Be there on the next flight.”

“Mom thanks, but keep dad there. I’m fine, and I don’t want Joey growing up having complications over all this.”

“That’s very smart, baby,” mom had to add, “but if I see him, I’ll kick him in the nuts.”

“Mom, no kicking, and I doubt you could hit them.”

“Good one honey, useless prick was he?”

“Mom, behave.” I took a deep breath. “Listen, I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything, baby.”

“That’s right Princess,” dad said, “name it.”

“If you ever do run into Dwayne, not a word. I walked out on him, and do not need this complicated, and definitely do not need a legal battle. You’ll probably never see him, but if you do, ignore him, got it?”

“Yes baby,” there was a pause from my mom, “just crossed my heart sweetie.”

“He’s a dickhead–”

“Bill, promise.”

“Fine, fine!” My dad sighed. “Princess, swear, if I see him I’ll ignore the dickhead.”

I had Joey, two months later Dwayne’s father died, and he became filthy rich, or double filthy rich, seeing as he was already rich. Dwayne didn’t bother me and Jeff drove a nanny over to pick up Joey now and then. I told the prick the only limit I put on him seeing the baby, he had to be there. None of this being with the damn nanny all weekend, because it was his time. He agreed, and like I figured he didn’t see Joey much.

Four months after the birth I took a part-time job at some ambulance-chasing firm, best I could do, but it might save my sanity. Didn’t need the money, because Dwayne’s was plenty, seeing as I didn’t have a champagne appetite when it came to anything.

First thing I did on the job was write up a tactical battle plan on how I would attack my dating situation, or lack thereof. I had a two-page checklist of red flags, then re-arranged them in order of their offensiveness. Being a criminal lawyer, and thorough, I started off with child molester, then murderer as my top two don’ts. Over the coming months priorities changed, and the list was revised, or I had such a lousy date things were added to my list.

* * *

All this came back to me as this David had been droning on about David. In my head he was Donkey-Dick Dave, and I snickered every time he said David, which was a lot. I swear I wanted to drive a stake through his heart, instead I ordered my third pina colada. Grinning Lila sighed, “Another triple, dear?”

Gulping away at my drink I sat there thinking number one on the list was now going to be men who referred to themselves in the first person. David must have thought David was going to get lucky the way I was chugging drinks, and David ordered another. Obviously this line of prattle had worked well on Pat, and my anger was re-focused on her. This guy was a moron, not much of an excuse, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. Her on the other hand, set me up knowing this guy was a moron. I don’t care if his tailor had to make three-legged slacks, and my orgasmic screams shattered glass, it wasn’t worth it.

Was debating on how I would kill her, then I see Pat pulling up in a cab. “Excuse, I need to use the ladies’ room.” Halfway there I thought about just putting men at the number one don’t. Now I had Pat to contend with, and I was pretty sure I knew why she was here.

Sitting there peeing it comes to me, all the rum in the Caribbean wasn’t going to salvage this evening, and I didn’t need to wake up hung-over, or in bed with those two. So, I killed two birds with one stone and called a cab. Hope David gave David my drink, or better yet shoved it up David’s ass, then Pat’s.

I come out of the bathroom, and Lila is waiting for me. “Hi honey, use the side door, he’ll never see you, her neither.” She handed me a napkin. “Home number sweetie, if you ever want to go out on a real date, and have a good time, give me a call.”

“Ah,” besides the number her name was only thing on the napkin, “I’m not gay, or bi.”

“Yeah sure?” She was an inch taller than me, muscular build, short blonde hair, good-looking. Lila ran her finger down my cheek. “Are you really sure?”

“Yeah,” I snickered, “pretty sure.”

“Um-m,” she looked me over, and licked her full lips, “wouldn’t mind putting that to the test, anytime, anywhere, and I’ll guarantee you plenty of pleasure.”

“Well, thank you, I’ll think about it.” I put the napkin in my purse. “Oh, and thank you for helping me escape from him and her.”

“You mean Dave-Dave and Pat the maniac groper, if you know what I mean?” She laughed, at Pat’s favorite saying. “Just saving Paulo from cleaning up a mess. Your date is known for wearing as many meals as he eats here, and she tends to create disturbances in the bathrooms, she likes it public. If she’s still here at closing, she’ll do everyone. Hell, I’ve seen her do more than a dozen plenty of times, and never miss a drop. She likes getting double-teamed while eating pussy. Dave-Dave gets her cast-offs, but would score a lot more if he just didn’t talk.” Lila pointed. “Your cab is here, sweetheart, give me a call when you want that answer.”

“Don’t need an answer, I’m not gay.”

* * *

-to be continued-

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I Always Wondered

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 Even though I thought about it I still tried to deny my desires, especially publicly. All guys have thought about it at one point or another. Many guys desire it but won’t admit it. Only a few are strong enough to admit it and pursue it.

I had no idea how much my life would change when I came home from work that day. My wife and I had talked about expanding our horizons many times. We had talked about all the normal things open minded couples discuss. Threesomes with men and women and swapping with other couples. We agreed that if the opportunity came up that we would go for it.

As I walked through the door that night I knew something was up. There were clothes strewn all across the living room. I recognized some as my wife’s, but others I hadn’t se

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en before. I had a feeling I knew what was going on, and I sure hoped I was right. As I walked towards our bedroom my suspicions were confirmed when I heard the unmistakable sound of Kristy, my wife, having a huge orgasm.

Now most guys would be finding the nearest blunt object to go beat the living shit out of the guy that was fucking his wife. But, we had discussed this possibility many times. We agreed that if she found a guy she wanted, that was open minded and was ok with a threesome, that she could bring him home and get started without me. Finally, I was thinking, I had waited a long time for this to happen.

I made it to the end of the hall and leaned against the door jamb, wanting to take in the sight in front of me before I joined in. There was my absolutely gorgeous wife riding a very large, very hard cock reverse cowgirl. She was facing me with her legs spread wide. I could clearly see her shaved, dripping wet pussy being stretched wide open by her new friend. Her stomach and thighs were still quivering from the after effects of the climax I had heard a short time before. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short quick gasps. There is not a sight on this planet that is more beautiful than a sexy woman in ecstasy.

Let me describe her: She was 19 at the time, 5’1”, maybe 100lbs soaking wet and fully clothed, her tits a perfect B cup with nipples the size of pencil erasers. Her body was slim, trim, and toned in all the right places.

I slowly undressed right there where I was standing, not taking my eyes off of the incredibly hot action on the bed. Kristy was slowly rocking back and forth, her new friends cock deep in her tight little pussy. She was so wet I could see her juices running down over his shaved balls. Neither of them noticed I was there until I was all the way undressed and had climbed onto the foot of the bed.

Kristy opened her eyes, startled for a moment before her face lit up with a huge smile.

“Welcome home honey” She said.

I smiled back, “Hi baby” I replied.

“This is Dave, Dave meet Brian, my husband, Brian this is Dave.” She said in a mockingly formal manner.

It was a bit surreal as Dave and I shook hands.

“So, Dave, you like my wife’s pussy?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh, Fuck yes” was all he could manage. Kristy hadn’t missed a beat and was still rocking back and forth on his cock. I could see her stomach muscles clenching and relaxing and knew from experience how awesome that felt. I didn’t blame him for being almost incoherent.

I crawled up the bed a bit and straddled Dave’s thighs, taking Kristy in my arms. I pulled her close, my hard throbbing cock pushing into her belly, and kissed her deep and hard. I finally broke our kiss and moved down, nibbling on her neck as I palmed both of her perfect tits. I took both of her nipples in my fingers and pinched lightly as I was kissing and biting her neck.

She pushed my head down, so I took the hint and sucked one nipple and then the other deep into my mouth, biting gently. This set her off again, screaming “Oh Fuck!” as she came. I could feel her entire body trembling uncontrollably in my arms. Dave’s breathing was coming hard and fast, he was making little grunting, groaning sounds, his head moving from side to side as he enjoyed feeling her pussy clamp down around his cock.

Still sucking and biting her nipples I reached down with one hand and started slowly circling her engorged clit with my fingers. She gasped, tensed, and came again quick and hard. I decided right then that I was going to make her cum more and harder than she ever had before.

Again, I felt gentle downward pressure on my head. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes with a questioning look on my face.

“Lick my clit, baby” she whispered.

I was a little surprised, and to tell the truth a little concerned. There was another mans cock down there after all. I moved down slowly, sucking, kissing, and licking my way to her sweet pussy. The closer I got the more turned on she became, if that was possible. I finally made it, flattening my tongue and pushing on her clit. I started slowly and gently, it was mostly her moving against me as she rode up and down Dave’s cock.

As I got more turned on I licked harder and faster, my tongue traveling further each time. Suddenly I noticed a distinctly different taste and texture. Opening my eyes I realized with a shock that I had just accidentally licked Dave’s cock where it was sliding in and out of Kristy. I quickly moved back up to her clit and shortened my licks. We continued this for awhile, with Kristy cumming hard several more times.

Between my licking and Dave’s cock, Kristy was reduced to her base sexual instinct. She was nothing more than a sexual animal craving fulfillment by this time. I licked harder and faster, wanting to give her more and more pleasure. I tasted that distinct difference again, and again moved up a bit. “That really wasn’t that bad” I thought to myself, “I wouldn’t mind trying that more” but I didn’t want to freak either Dave or Kristy out by being blatant about it. Little did I know that is exactly what they both wanted.

I finally let myself go, licking up and down her dripping pussy, every few licks I’d let myself go a little lower to get a little different taste, feeling and tasting Dave’s hard cock with my tongue. Every time I did that I could hear him moan a little louder and feel him push his hips up off the bed a little farther. I guessed by now he had to know it wasn’t a slip, that I was doing it on purpose. By his reaction I hoped that it was ok.

This was confirmed the next time I went lower and felt a hand on the back of my head, gently pushing my mouth down. “What the hell” I thought, as I licked the full length of his exposed cock for the first time. I tasted the familiar sweetness of Kristy’s pussy, and something else. A masculine musk, raw flesh, testosterone, it was delicious. I felt Kristy shift, and opened my eyes and looked up to see her looking down at me. I was relieved as I saw her smile and saw her eyes glaze over with lust as she watched me licking Dave’s cock up and down. She tensed and came hard once again, this time collapsing back onto his chest, losing all control.

I crawled up and laid down beside them, pulling Kristy off of Dave, her back to me. I held her close as she trembled and shuddered, her orgasm still coursing through her lithe body. After a few minutes her eyes slowly opened and her breathing began to return to some semblance of normal.

“Oh, My God”, she whispered.

“Welcome back love” I replied, “You ok?”

“Fuck yes, that was amazing!” she said, as she pressed her ass back into my now aching, very hard, and throbbing cock. “Fuck me!”.

I reached down and placed my cock at the opening of her drenched pussy, sliding my cock deep into her in one long stroke. I saw her reach over and take Dave into her hand, for the first time I saw his entire cock, up until now it had been buried inside her. He was at least 9 inches long and so thick she couldn’t wrap her hand all the way around him. I laid behind her and fucked her with long slow strokes as I enjoyed the sight of her small hand sliding up and down his engorged cock.

She let go of his cock and pointed to the bed beside her head.

“Kneel up here Dave, I want to suck you” she said.

He didn’t waste any time complying with her wish, no man in his right mind would. I propped myself up on one elbow so I could get a better look. I had always wanted to see what she looked like with another mans cock in her cute little mouth. I was not disappointed at all, it was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

I continued to slowly fuck her, wanting this to last as long as I could. I watched as her little tongue darted out, licking him all over. Her hand moving his cock around so she could get everywhere she wanted to be. Her mouth opening and his cock disappearing inside a little at a time. I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Every once in awhile she would slowly slide him back out, then I could see her cheeks collapse as she sucked hard and took him into her mouth again.

Each time she took him a little deeper. I was amazed at how much of him she was sucking. She had deep throated me before, several times, I am no slouch at 8 inches but I wasn’t anywhere near as thick as he was. She seemed determined to take it all, and after working at it she did. The sight of all that cock disappearing into her little mouth was the hottest thing I’d seen. She held him deep for a few seconds, then slowly pulled off. After gasping for air she sucking him in again, this time all the way down without a pause.

Dave was moaning uncontrollably by this point, I don’t know how he was holding himself back from filling her mouth. Kristy was whimpering around his cock, her body trembling and her pussy contracting around my cock, having one long continuous orgasm. Each time she would hold his cock deep in her throat for a few seconds before slowly drawing him out, then back down again.

After several minutes of this Dave finally cried out that he was going to cum, but Kristy had other ideas. She pulled her mouth off and squeezed the base of his cock firmly, stopping his impending climax. Kristy laid her head down to catch her breath as she continued to hold his cock, stroking him ever so slowly to keep him close to the edge.

I had sped up and was fucking her harder and faster than before, but still slowly compared to what I really wanted to do. I wanted to see exactly where this was going, what it was she had in mind. I leaned my head down a bit and was sucking, kissing, and nibbling on her neck when I found out. She had pulled Dave forward a bit so that when I raised my head his cock was just a few inches away. She was holding him, pointing his cock directly at my mouth.

I looked down at her, she smiled and didn’t say anything. She motioned with her eyes and made clear with her facial expression what she wanted me to do. She was so damned cute laying there, a look of unbridled ecstasy, her eyes glazed over with lust, looking up at me longingly, biting her lip sexily. I knew exactly what she was hoping for and once again thought “what the hell”.

I leaned forward slightly, my tongue flicking out and licking the head of Dave’s cock. The taste was different yet again. No hint of Kristy’s pussy this time, just pure man, pure cock. After that taste I couldn’t resist more. I licked in earnest, all over, everywhere I could get to. Kristy was moving his cock around so I didn’t miss a spot. I opened my mouth and slowly sucked his head in, reveling in the taste and texture of his cock.

I slid his cock in my mouth a bit further, sucking hard and working all around with my tongue. I could hear him moaning loudly, and could feel Kristy cumming even harder now.

“That is so fucking sexy” I heard her whimper.

I started to move my head back and forth, sucking hard, fucking his beautiful cock with my mouth. Each time I took a little more into my mouth, I wanted to see how deep I could suck him. I was lost in lust, my aching, throbbing cock buried deep in my wife‘s perfect pussy. Sliding a hard cock in and out of my mouth, wanting more and more, loving every second of it. I kept taking him deeper and deeper. I learned quickly how to swallow and control my gag reflex. I did to him everything that I knew I enjoyed. I kept sucking, deeper and harder, taking more and more. I was surprised as I felt my lips bump her hand. Kristy was still holding the base of his cock, directing it into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I had taken all of him, I was amazed, shocked, proud.

“Oh Fuck, here it comes” I barely heard Dave yell out.

Kristy leaned back into me, forcing my mouth off of his cock right as he started to cum. She directed his cock at her face, then mine. His hot cum splashing us both, drenching our faces. She took him into her mouth, then placed him in my mouth, both of us getting a spurt or two. The taste was amazing. So good, thick and creamy, I wanted more. He had held off cumming for so long his orgasm was huge. I couldn’t believe how much cum he had for us. Our faces were dripping by the time he collapsed on the bed beside us.

I suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my load deep into Kristy’s tight, hot, incredibly wet pussy. After catching my breath I slowly pulled out, letting her lay on her back. I looked lovingly down into her eyes, smiling back at her. She reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down, kissing me deep and sharing Dave’s cum. She proceeded to lick his juice off of my face, kissing me again to share, and I did the same for her.

We looked over at Dave, who was slowly recovering beside us.

“Dave, my pussy is full” she said with a smile.

He got a huge grin on his face as he scooted down and buried his face between her thighs. He cleaned out her dripping pussy with his tongue, making her cum again in the process. He crawled back up beside her, kissing her deeply, sharing what he had found. She then kissed me, sharing our combined juices.

I was in Heaven.

So, I tried it. It was amazing, wonderful, delightful, delicious. It was something I would want to do (and do) again, and again. My suppressed desire had been set free and ignited, burning hot and fierce. Never to be snuffed out again.

This is a true story, no embellishments. Kristy and I got together with Dave many more times. More was explored, in depth. There was never any jealousy or shame with anything we did and no regret is felt even today, 15 years later.

I will write down some of these other experiences, if there is a desire to read about them.

Me.wive and sis

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i am a 40 yr old man in good shape and have a 8 in dick married to a 27 yr old woman ,sexy as hell with a c chest. we have sex often and like to get kink. like when my wive had her nipples pieced she paid by having sex with the woman that did the piecing.   Â

to get back to the story at hand. my sister is 18yrs younger than me. one summer she came to stay with us and she love sun tanning. i was doing some work around the house and saw her (she has a tight sexy body with a b chest) i went i the house and up to room . she changed into her bikini there because her clothes were there on the floor.

my cock started to grow when i spotted her thong on the floor i pick up my sisters thong panties . i went to the window were i could see her. i lifted her panties to

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my face looked at her down in the yard and tasted her dirty panties. i was standing there a while rubbing my dick.

all of a sudden i hear what the fuck you doing. i never head my wive come home. all i could do is stand there. she waked over to the window ,looked out and said that's your sister down ! your jacking off looking at your sister! she dropped to her knees and said keep looking and started sucking my cock.

looking at my sister i imagined her sucking my dick. and when i came like my wive my sister drank down ever drop.

after dinner that night my wive went to take a shower . when my sister said i saw u and your wive looking at me threw my bedroom window and my black thong panties are missing. i just look at her .

when my wive finished her shower she found me tied to the bed wear nothing but my sisters black panties. from behind her she heard my sister say ,if he likes them so much i thougt he should wear them. my wive said now what. i saw you looking at me to so i think you should watch me now sit in the chair next to the bed.

my sister tied my wive to the chair and told her that both of us are going to be punished.she weht to a bag she put under the bed. she pulled out a leather whip came over to me. your a bad boy ran the whip up and down my body. then she whip my cock . then went to my wive looked back at me and ask ,this bitch bad to? i said ,how sis asked she sucked me off while i looked at you thougth the window. she looked at my wive and said you slut ,i know what you need , she pull out a 9 inch dildo and started to put it in her ass. after about 3inches she pulled it out said this needs to be wetter slid it in her cunt then 6 inches in her ass then made her deep in her mouth then all9 inches up her ass.

that made me so hard watching at till i got the same then my sister mad me eat her ass then her cunt when she came she rubed it all over my face

she asked if i wanted her to make me cum. with a smile i said yes. but you need to do one thing for me first. she wispered in my ear,un tied me and i got up stood on the bed face my wive said, you nasty cunt this is what you need and pissed all over her.

i turned and looked at my sister . she told me i did good. i laid on my back and she raped he pussy around my cock . she rode it and made me cum inside her while she looked at my wive.

then i ate my wive as she ate my sister . my wive cum so hard.

the rest of the summer was great. to this day my wive and i still love kinky sex and my sis still is a part of our sex live.

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1Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

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As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The first was that he couldn't place where he was in the dream, but it was somewhere between two hills with high peaks. And the second odd thing was that he could clearly smell the book he was reading but couldn't smell the ocean; the book had an enticing musky odor to it. It was an curious dream, but Harry liked it because the horrors of his past weren't revisiting him like they usually did during his normal dreams. The young wizard wanted to stay in this
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slumber-land for just a little longer. Of course, the sun had different plans and one cannot argue with the sun when its horrible, golden, life-giving rays are pounding down upon one's face now can they? Lousy effing sun.

With a pitiful groan, Harry slowly woke up. He continued to lie in bed as he looked up at the ceiling without his glasses for a good long time. After he was satisfied that the ceiling had been stared at long enough, and after he had gotten thoroughly bored with said activity, Harry surveyed the room and it contents for a moment until his blurry eyes fell on his tiny desk. The desk was littered with bits of parchment, old newspapers and a number of framed photos.

His eyes tried unsuccessfully to focus on a picture of what appeared to be himself, Hermione, and Ron taken around their first year at Hogwarts. His vision then slipped to a picture of a raven haired man snuggling on a couch with a red-haired woman. Harry's heart sank as his mind replayed his short relationship with that red-haired woman. At the beginning of his sixth year, Harry finally noticed that Ginny was a woman, a beautiful one at that, with boobs and bouncing, shiny hair. Of course he had to end the fledgling relationship at the end of the school year for Ginny's safety. Harry knew that anyone who he considered his girlfriend would be a target for Voldemort and his asslick... err... that is bootlickers. He hated hurting Ginny's feelings and being lonely himself, but it had to be done, for her sake.

After lying in his bed while somehow simultaneously berating and congratulating himself on his decision to break up with Ginny, Harry forced himself to get up. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry finally put on his glasses and took note of the time. It was barely half past six in the morning and his relatives wouldn't be up for a little while. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. It was mutually beneficial. Of course, Harry knew that the Dursleys were planning a very large "going away" party the day after his birthday, the day after he was supposed to leave their house forever.

His eyes fell back to the picture of Ginny and himself on the desk and Harry's heart stopped beating for one full second. The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. The only problem was that it wasn't Harry and Ginny snuggling in the picture. It was Harry's mum and dad, Lily and James. Harry broke out in a cold sweat as a sudden realization dawned upon him:

'Ginny looks like my mum!'

He'd lusted after a girl who physically reminded him of his mother!

Harry a spent a good portion of the previous school year snogging a girl that looked like his mother! Harry felt very ill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Freud giggling like a school-boy at the thought of Harry being attracted to a girl who looked like his mother! The room started to spin wildly and last night's dinner threatened to escape his body in ways it wasn't supposed to.

After rushing to the bathroom, Harry emptied his entire stomach into the toilet. 'That's odd; I don't remember having corn last night.' His mind kept remembering what Ginny's (the woman who looked like his mother) lips felt like when he kissed them. That's when the dry heaves kicked in. Harry tried to wretch some more but there was nothing left to vomit. An image of him cupping Ginny's small breast ripped through his mind and a small thought was attached to that image: 'Were mum's tits like that?'

"Holy Christ!" Harry shouted and banged his head against the toilet in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the troubling images him fondling a girl who looked like his mother! That or knock himself out, which ever came first.

He suddenly felt very, very, very dirty. He remembered how aroused he was when Ginny had shoved her tongue into his mouth, but Harry now thought idly if his mother's tongue moved like Ginny's. Then the most horrid of question's entered the young man's mind: "If Ginny looks like my mother, does she taste like her, too?'

Harry groaned pitifully as he snatched a toothbrush off the counter. It could've been Dudley's but Harry didn't care (the corpulent boy hardly used it anyway). He squeezed a sizable dollop of tooth-paste on the bristles and began to brush vigorously. After Harry had used up half the tube of tooth-paste and thirty-five minutes of aggressively brushing his teeth, gums, and tongue, his cousin Dudley walked into the bathroom. The enormously fat boy looked in horror at the site (1) before him: his freak of a relative was hunched over the basin with a copious amount of foam covering the lower half of his face and dripping from his mouth.

Harry turned to his cousin and tried to shout: "GET OUT OF HERE!" Unfortunately, because of all the foam in his mouth, all Harry could muster was something like "GHTE TOOUE OV HERGELTH!" A fortunate side effect of this outburst was that Dudley's rotund face was coated with spittle and mint-scented foam as Harry spat and sprayed his demand. Harry could hear Dudley screaming like a terrified little girl as he ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the street in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers.

After a scalding hot shower where Harry not only used up the hot water from # 4, but conceivably the rest of the block's hot water as well, Harry walked into his room and saw something quite unusual. He saw a ghost with what looked like leather armor sitting on his bed. Harry had never seen a ghost outside of school, but the most peculiar thing about this ghost was that he was somehow holding the most recent edition of The Sun newspaper, even though ghosts couldn't hold anything normally. But the oddest thing was that the unknown spirit had it opened to the infamous Page Three.

"Oh yeah, that's what I like," the ghost said lustfully, unaware that Harry had entered the room. "I bet you liked to be spanked don't you, you saucy wench!"

"Um, excuse me..." interjected Harry, but the ghost ignored him as he continued to ogle the young topless nymph on the page.

"Cor, look at those nibblers! Poor thing must be cold..." grunted the ghost as his right hand left the newspaper and started to reach for his lap.

"EXCUSE ME!" shouted Harry in a mortified tone. The ghost lowered The Sun and looked at Harry. The specter grinned at him and stood up. Thankfully for the young wizard, the ghost used The Sun as a crotch guard so that his "state" was hidden from sight from the already overwrought wizard.

"Sorry 'bout that, Harry. You were taking so long in the shower, and a man has needs you know..." stated the ghost. Harry was taken back that this strange ghost knew his name. "Sorry about the scare, how are you boy?" asked the ghost.

"I'm fine," answered Harry and then asked; "who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just grand thanks for asking," replied the unknown ghost. "That's very nice of you; you know, too many folk these days are so rude."

"Pardon, but I didn't ask 'how are you,' I asked 'who are you?'" Harry repeated, a bit irritated.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that," the ghost responded completely perplexed and a little offended. "You don't recognize me?" to which Harry shook his head, "What, did you fall asleep in History of Magic?"

"Yes," responded Harry, "quite often actually."

"Well, I'm Godric Gryffindor!" the ghost replied theatrically and struck a heroic pose.

Harry was a bit awestruck; here was the ghost of Gryffindor, one of the founders of the finest Wizarding School in the world standing in Harry's tiny bedroom. Harry's reverence quickly turned into disgust as he noticed that when Gryffindor struck his heroic pose that he dropped his newspaper and that it was apparent that the ghost was still aroused. Harry held his hand in front of his face in an attempt to block the ghost's crotch from view.

"Um, what do you want?" Harry asked, quite disturbed that he now knew with certainty due to the ghost's partial arousal that Godric Gryffindor "dressed right."

"Well aren't you gonna ask how I am?" the ghost questioned.

"I already did," Harry retorted, "and you said you were 'just grand.'"

"No, you asked who I was, not how I was. It was an understandable mistake on my part seeing how you young people tend to mutter."

"I don't mutter," Harry muttered.

"I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue," Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.

"Alright have it your way, how are you?" asked Harry. A tiny headache started to form behind the young man's eyes.

"Well, I was just grand until I met this rude man today," the ghost responded a bit put out.

"Sorry 'bout that," Harry huffed through clenched teeth. The tiny headache grew slightly so that it was now an annoying headache.

"It's okay, I suppose," Gryffindor said as he sat back down on Harry's bed. "I came here today to help you in you quest for Voldemort's Horcuxes."

"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, with a great deal of surprise. As far as he knew, only Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and himself knew about the so-called quest.

"The old codger told me about it," the ghost responded. "I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them."

"What is it?" Harry asked, eager for any help he could get.

"Aren't you going to say 'please'?" Gryffindor asked with a pout. Harry's annoying headache exploded into a full fledged migraine.

"Oh, sod off you silly old bugger!" Harry hissed.

"Oh my, such language!" the ghost said with mock offence. "Fine, spoil my fun, it's my old sword."

"The sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked.

"Didn't I just say that? D'ya need to clean out your ears, boy?"

"No, I don't!" Harry barked as his normal full fledged migraine turned into a throbbing full fledged migraine. "I just don't see how the sword could help me."

"Dumbledore didn't tell me you were daft," Gryffindor said sadly. "It's a sword! You swing it and it cuts things! You can use it to destroy the Horcuxes!"

"Couldn't I just use a heavy rock to break them? Why would I need your sword?"

"Dumbledore used a rock on that ring, that's how his hand got all burnt," the ghost answered. "The sword has charms on it to protect you."

"Oh," said Harry simply.

"'Oh' he says," Gryffindor mocked. "Also, if you're close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted thing."

"Okay, that'll be helpful. When I turn seventeen in two days, and get freedom from this place, I'll go to Hogwarts and fetch your sword."

"No, do it now!" commanded Gryffindor. "Why wait?"

"Because I have to stay here until I turn seventeen," Harry said to which the ghost made a "pfft" noise. Harry ignored Gryffindor and continued. "Besides, there are members of the Order watching me. I just can't up and leave. They would stop me and shove me back in here and tell me to wait two days."

"Fine, I didn't want to tell you this but the sword will be rendered worthless if you don't claim it by tomorrow," stated Gryffindor seriously. "The charms around the sword will drop if it doesn't have someone to wield it."

"Alright, I'll go out there and tell the Order member about the sword and why I need it." Harry said.

"Good plan; tell them and risk having them tell someone else about the Horcruxes and then risk them telling someone else and so on until Voldemort finds out and moves the Horcrux and then you're completely screwed," Gryffindor said. The ghost's words sunk in and Harry knew that it could possibly end up that way.

"Okay, but then I'll need some sort of distraction so I can slip away from the house without being seen," Harry said aloud.

"I'm sure you know someone clever enough to help you with that," the ghost offered.

"Brilliant, I'll Owl the twins!" Harry exclaimed. He quickly went to his desk and began to write a letter to Fred and George. "They know loads of tricks to fool the Order."

"cough Hermione cough" Gryffindor 'coughed' loudly behind Harry.

"Excuse me, what was that?"

"Me? Oh nothing," Gryffindor replied, and pointed to his throat. "Just a tickle."

"Fine then, let me just write this letter," stated Harry as he turned his attention back to the parchment. Just as Harry scrawled out the words: "Dear Fred and George," on the paper, Gryffindor conveniently "coughed" again.

"cough Hermione cough Hermione cough"

"I'm sorry, but would you like for me to write to Hermione instead?" Harry asked petulantly.

"I really shouldn't interfere with the living so much," the ghost said innocently, "but I hear that the young witch is exceedingly clever."

Harry crumpled the parchment he was working on and got a fresh one. He simply wrote:

Hermione,

I need your help.

Harry

The bespectacled man attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and the owl flew out of the window.

"Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post," Gryffindor ordered. "Let me tell you a few stories... stories about the prettiest woman I ever shagged; Rowena Ravenclaw."

For the next ninety-seven and a half minutes, Gryffindor traumatized Harry with stories of his sexual exploits with one of the other founders of Hogwarts. Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn't his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, "My other wand isn't so small if you know what I mean.") in that 'place' and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. Harry also learned that the Shrieking Shack that Remus used when he went to Hogwarts as a student wasn't the first place to use that particular title; apparently, it was also the name given to Ravenclaw's personal quarters. Gryffindor concluded with the gem "Brainy birds are always naughty."

Gryffindor clapped his hands and asked: "Now that's done what would you like for me to talk to you about?"

"Oh god, please nothing," Harry murmured in fear. "Please, no more."

"Alright then, how about a game of strip Parcheesi?"

Harry had started to make a mad dash for the door when he heard a familiar BANG from the street below. Harry turned to see a three-tiered purple bus parked outside his relatives' house. He also noticed with a happy heart that the ghost of Godric Gryffindor had disappeared.

Another loud bang signified the Knight Bus disappearing again. Harry made his way to the front door. When he reached for the door-knob, someone pressed the buzzer. Harry opened the door to find a very perturbed and upset Hermione.

"You needed my help?" Hermione demanded.

"Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm.

"Oh, can it Harry," she replied irritably, "I've had a rotten day."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Harry began to apologize.

"Actually I should thank you," Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must've been reading one of her ancient tomes on the Bus. "You saved me from that lecherous git."

Harry wondered briefly if Hermione had been visited by Gryffindor's ghost as well.

After Harry led his friend into his room, he asked her what was troubling her. He had decided to talk to Hermione about the sword after he made sure Hermione was alright.

"I just came from the Burrow," began Hermione as she sat down on his bed. "I decided to spend some quality time with Ron because we're together now. I had started to talk about us, what we like, what we do in our free time, and what not. Well, after I had exhausted my knowledge of all-things Quidditch and began to discus other topics, Ron started to doze off! He literally had drool coming out of the side of his mouth!

"So I decided that we would have to do something else, seeing how I was boring him into a stupor." Hermione continued and Harry sat close to her. "I asked him, after I was finally able to wake him of course, if he wanted to do something; perhaps take a nice walk around the forest behind the Burrow.

"He completely discounted my idea and came up with one of his own. And what was this brilliant idea of his? Snogging! He said 'let's snog' and grabbed my tit like this!" Hermione demonstrated by seizing her right breast and shoving it up. This action led to several other things. The first thing was that Hermione accidentally unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, but she was too angry to notice. This action led directly into the second action, because of her breast being shoved up and the accidental unbuttoning incident, Hermione's right breast was exposed quite a bit more than she had intended. Which led to the third and final action: Harry noticed for the first time that his friend Hermione had rather nice boobs.

They weren't overly large, maybe slightly larger than a handful, but they were definitely an improvement on Ginny's. They also appeared to be delectably firm, something that he would like to suckl...

'OH MY GOD!' Harry's mind screamed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter? She's you best friend! Stop looking at Hermione's lovely... er... wonderful... boobs...' Harry's upper-mind ceased its self-recrimination as Hermione dropped her breast as yet another button flew free, unbeknownst to the blouse's owner, and her enticing cleavage was revealed to poor Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend's milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. That damn bra mocked Harry, teasing the young man, saying: 'There's more underneath, more to see... and they are called nipples!'

'STOP IT!' Harry's upper brain took over and tore his eyes away from his friend's glorious mounds. Luckily for Harry, Hermione didn't notice where his eyes seemed to have been glued for the past few seconds. And even more fortuitous, she didn't notice 'Harry, Jr.' trying to free himself from his damn denim prison and give a proper 'Hello' to her. Because if she did notice, she would have known that her friend was a true Gryffindor in that he, like the house founder "dressed right."

"...I told him; 'NO, not yet. Let's talk for a bit.' And then he said, 'Talk about what?'" the brunette witch continued. "I couldn't think of anything to talk about! It hit me; we have two things in common. First, we argue constantly, and secondly, you're our best friend Harry."

"Um, thanks... I like friends," Harry said dumbly, half-listening, half-wishing that 'Harry, Jr.' would stand down, before Hermione noticed his state of arousal.

"I wish Ron and I were like you and Ginny," Hermione stated. With the mention of Ginny's name, Harry had gotten his wish; 'Harry, Jr.' went into sudden hibernation. "I know you two broke up, but you have loads in common. You both like to play Quidditch and... and... and..."

Hermione stopped for a good long time. Harry would often see her go into these lapses whenever she was faced with a perplexing question. Her eyes would burn intensely as she worried her lip. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it.

"And you were both possessed by Voldemort," Hermione offered after a good minute of deep thought. "And..." Hermione began to slip back into her "deep-thought mode" when Harry offered some food for thought:

"And she looks like my mum," Harry said pointing to the photo of his mother and father on his desk. Hermione scrutinized the photo for a second before becoming quite pale, then green.

"Oh, my god, that's disturbing," said Hermione as she took a deep calming breath.

"Tell me about it," Harry stated.

"And you kissed her!" Hermione said shocked.

"Don't remind me!" pleaded Harry as he felt nauseous once again.

"At least you didn't tongue kiss her..." Hermione paused as she saw the guilty look on his face. "Oh, my GOD! You tongue kissed a girl who looks like your mother!"

"Hermione, please... stop," whined Harry.

"Please tell me you at least didn't feel her up, Harry."

"Um..."

"Wait! DON'T TELL ME!" Hermione demanded.

Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. On her third pass, Harry's nausea was replaced with arousal when he noticed how Hermione's slacks hugged her bum. 'Harry, Jr.' woke up once more shouting, 'It's play time.'

"Why can't Ron and I and Ginny and you be like the two of us? The way we are," Hermione questioned. "You and I have so much in common. We were both raised in the Muggle world..."

"... So the magical world is new and fascinating to us every day." Harry finished Hermione's statement automatically. He had to finish it automatically because his conscious mind was amazed at how supple and yet firm Hermione's bottom looked. For the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he wore his cousin's cast-offs. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state.

"We both enjoy going to Hogwarts," continued Hermione. "And we both excel in at least one class. You're tops in Defense...

"... And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything..."

"We both like tutoring," Hermione offered. "You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!"

"And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck, everyone in Gryffindor would've failed all their classes if you didn't help us out."

When Hermione stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, he noticed that she appeared... flushed. She had a rosy bloom all over her exposed skin; especially on her lovely... wonderful... boobs.

"We're both quick witted and clever," Hermione said licking her lips as if she was anticipating something.

"I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby," said Harry. "And you tricked both Skeeter and Umbridge into doing things that needed to be done."

"Um, I actually blackmailed Skeeter," corrected Hermione. She continued in a breathy and husky tone, "We've both been into the Forbidden Forest loads of times, whereas Ron equals Neville by only being in twice..."

"We're both in Gryf... fin... dor..." Harry stammered when he saw a touch of lust in his friend's beautiful eyes.

"We share the same initials for our first and middle names..." Hermione said huskily as she intentionally unbutton one of the remaining buttons on her blouse.

"H... J..." Harry panted as he was bewitched by even more flesh. "Wait, that's kind of lame..."

"Oh, bugger it!" Hermione muttered and then leapt on Harry. Their lips met instinctively, as if they had been destined to. A fantastic tingling sensation erupted from Harry's lips and raced through his body, something that 'Harry, Jr.' really seemed to appreciate, because he desperately wanted to say 'Hi.'

Harry's tongue involuntarily touched her lips. Hermione groaned into his mouth as her tongue came out to play with Harry's. He didn't realize when his hands started to wander, but he certainly liked it. His left hand was firmly on her bum, squeezing occasionally, while his other hand had traveled under her blouse and was running over her smooth, warm skin. Of course, this only inflated 'Harry, Jr.'s' attention who was now virtually banging his tin cup against the steel bars of his zipper prison chanting; "Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban..."

"Is that your wand in you pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Harry?" Hermione asked playfully after pulling herself away from his lips.

"Um... ah...um..." Harry bumbled in shock as he looked between 'Harry, Jr.', Hermione, and his wand which was lying on his desk. "Well I...err..."

"It's a joke, Harry," Hermione stated, easing the young man's embarrassment. Then she did something Harry had never seen her do before, Hermione appeared to work up a great amount of saliva in her mouth and then licked her left palm, leaving it covered in spit. Before Harry could ask her what she was doing, Hermione stuffed her left hand down the front of Harry's trousers and gave a firm, yet polite and very welcomed handshake to 'Harry, Jr.'

"Oh my..." Harry squeaked as his eyes crossed. Hermione nibbled on his ear as she continued her ministrations in Harry's pants. Again, Harry was overjoyed at the fact that he had inherited the over-sized pants he was wearing, for it gave Hermione's hand ample space for movement. "Oh wow... I... wow... this is... neat..."

"Shut the hell up and kiss me Harry!" ordered Hermione. Harry was all too happy to comply. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled on various areas of Hermione's face and neck while his hands memorized every curve she had on her bum and chest. Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand.

The two teens played a game as they rolled around on Harry's bed; one trying their damnedest to arouse the other. Of course, in this game, Hermione had the upper... ahem...hand.

Tears of joy seeped out of 'Harry, Jr.'s eye and a squelching noise emanated from Harry's trousers. Harry's world started to spin. After years of solo practice, he knew he didn't have much time left. He could feel the pressure build up in his loins as 'Harry, Jr.' begged for release. 'This is so much better when someone else does it for you!'

Crunch

"Oh god, Hermione..." groaned Harry.

"Oh, Harry..." Hermione said wickedly.

Crunch

"What the hell is that noise?" Harry asked in a very perturbed manner. He tore his eyes away from the brunette witch on top of him and saw a leather-clad ghost sitting on the floor eating from a bucket of popcorn. The ghost smiled in a repugnant way and said;

"I told you the brainy ones were naughty."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" Hermione screamed as she dove off of Harry. He absently noticed that her hand was still covered with her own spittle and his pre-cum.

"Please, don't stop on my account," Gryffindor's ghost implored. "Continue. Pretend I'm not here."

"Is that..." began Hermione as she crouched in the corner while clutching her half-opened blouse in front of her. "Is that Godric Gryffindor?"

"See that?" Gryffindor said to Harry. "She didn't take a kip during History of Magic, now did she?"

'How can you kill someone that's already dead?' Harry wondered internally. He had been so close to cumming... so very close... now he had to suffer. And suffer he would, because 'Harry, Jr.' didn't get to finish playing. And 'Harry, Jr.' had quite a temper. Harry knew that when his little friend started to play, but was forced to stop before he got "sleepy", there would be hell to pay! 'Harry, Jr.' sulked off to bed like a petulant child. Harry groaned as 'Harry, Jr.' took out his frustrations on his luggage.

"Got a bad case of blue balls, don't ya boy?" Gryffindor said with a chuckle upon noticing Harry's discomfort. The ghost turned toward Hermione and asked, "Why don't you give Harry some assistance and rub one out for him?"

A fluttering of wings announced the return of Hedwig. The owl looked between the three people arguing and sagely decided not to get involved. Hedwig hopped into her cage and watched the verbal battle unfold.

"You disgusting old pervert!" Hermione shouted in shock.

"Guilty as charged," the ghost answered with obvious pride.

"Is this why you needed my help?" demanded Hermione, turning to Harry. "Some perverted ghost was pestering you, and you thought that I should get involved."

"Um yeah... no... kinda," replied Harry sheepishly. "I mean sorta... well he told me that his sword will help destroy the Horcruxes and that I need to get my hands on the sword by tomorrow or it'll be too late."

"Then why didn't you tell me about it before... before..." Hermione stammered obviously embarrassed. "Before I... we..."

"Started to play a gauntly little tune on his skin flute?" Gryffindor helpfully offered. Both Harry and Hermione did their best to ignore the ghost.

"I was worried about you," replied Harry truthfully. "When you came in, you were awfully upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay, to see if there was anything I could do to help you, before I asked you to help me. And then well, I kinda forgot about it when we um... were..."

Hermione's eyes shined as she looked at her friend.

"You were worried about me? That's so sweet!" Hermione said. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you."

"Now that you two have made up," Gryffindor interrupted, "why don't you go on and shake glands?"

"Harry, do you know any method to kill a ghost?" Hermione asked as she looked at Gryffindor, scathingly.

"I was going to ask you about that, actually," answered Harry.

"Fine, spoil my fun. It's not like there's a lot to do when one's a ghost," Gryffindor pouted.

"Oh, sod off, you old coot!" both Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"Why do you need to get the sword by tomorrow?" Hermione asked Harry.

"He told me that the charms on the sword that would help me destroy the Horcruxes will fail if I don't get it by then," Harry answered. "But I can't leave this house until my birthday, which isn't for two days. And I have the Order standing guard making sure I don't leave."

"So you need a distraction in order to escape," clarified Hermione to which Harry nodded. The brunette witch thought for a moment before snapping her fingers and calling out triumphantly, "We'll get Fred and George to help!"

"That's what I said," stated Harry, "but the degenerate over there said I should get you..."

"Well, the twins wouldn't have given you a hand job, would they?" Gryffindor defended himself. "I had your best interests in mind."

"You mean start to give him a hand job," Hermione argued bitterly. "Before you barged in for a cheap show and said 'brainy girls are naughty'!"

"Let's not point fingers and play the 'blame game' now," Gryffindor brushed the witch off. "You have a quest ahead of you! Get cracking!"

And with a pop, the ghost of Gryffindor disappeared.

"Can ghosts Apparate?" Harry asked.

"No, the old pervert is probably just invisible," answered Hermione. "He's just hoping we go at it again."

"Fine, I'll leave then." Gryffindor's disembodied voice called out and his footsteps were heard walking out of Harry's room.

"So, are we going to go at it again now that he's gone?" Harry asked hopefully; 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage were already starting to ache. Hermione gave the young man a look that clearly said "No." As a matter of fact, one could discern from that particular look that if Harry had wished to pursue this inquiry, it could be quite easily stated that the look also insinuated that he would get his willy cut off.

Hermione walked over to Harry's desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the twins. She handed Harry the letter which he attached to Hedwig's leg.

"Could you take this to the twins, girl?" Harry asked. The owl nipped at Harry's finger affectionately and flew out the window. Harry was quite a bit surprised when his snowy owl dove toward the ground after only flapping her wings twice instead of soaring off into the horizon. "She doesn't do that normally," he said aloud.

Both Harry and Hermione went to the window to check on Hedwig's progress. They were both astonished to see the owl perched on nothing, in mid-air, across the street from # 4. "She doesn't do that normally, either," announced Harry.

The two teens rushed out of the house and across the street to where Hedwig had landed and seemed to be hovering six feet above the ground; hovering without using her wings at all, that is. The owl hooted to her master from her invisible perch as if she wanted to be congratulated for doing a good job. Harry moved toward his bird when he heard a noise coming from the empty space below Hedwig.

"What's he doing here?" a familiar voice asked in a hushed tone.

"Shut up you prat, or they'll hear us!" another familiar voice hissed.

"Hi, Fred," Harry greeted the air.

"Hi, George," Hermione added.

"I think they know we're here," one of the twins stated.

"Really? I couldn't tell," retorted the other.

A slit opened in thin air revealing the interior of an invisible magical tent. Fred and George stuck their heads out and greeted Harry and Hermione.

"Do you like our new invention?" Fred asked innocently.

"Yes, it's called the Peeping-Tom-Tent!" George added. "Quite ingenious really, the amount of charms used on it and whatnot."

"Yes, you see a Disillusionment Charm is used on the outside..."

"While a Transparency Charm is used on the inside."

"So the people on the inside can see out..."

"But no one on the outside can see the tent..."

"So sexual deviants can peep to their hearts content," both the twins laughed weakly.

"So, you just happened to decide to test your new product right across the street where Harry is staying?" asked Hermione.

"Well... we wanted to test it in a Muggle neighborhood...." George stammered.

"... And it was just coincidence that we ended up here..." Fred completed his brother's poorly fabricated lie.

"When did you two join the Order, then?" Harry asked, effectively ending the charade.

The twins slumped their shoulders in defeat.

"Right after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts," said George.

"Yeah, because our Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder was essential in the attack..." Fred continued.

"We didn't know Draco was gonna use it like that when we sold it to him," concluded George.

"How did you think he was going to use it then?" Hermione inquired.

"Well... he said he was going to use it to seduce Ginny..."

"WHAT!?!" Harry and Hermione shouted.

"What makes you think she would have been seduced by Draco if he used the Darkness Powder?" Hermione asked.

"Our little sister gets turned on by the dark..." George answered.

"Bit of a strange turn on really," Fred offered. "And Malfoy told us he had an elaborate plan to win Ginny's heart."

"You wanted your sister to be with that slimy git?" Harry asked, completely shocked.

"Well it's better than you and her getting together," argued Fred. "You and Ginny are just disturbing."

"What do you mean?" demanded Harry.

"Come on mate, she looks like your mother!" George stated, while Fred shuddered.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?" Harry cried to the heavens.

"We thought you knew," said George.

"We just assumed you were bent in the head," offered Fred.

"I hate you both a great deal," pronounced Harry. "Really, I do."

"Let's get back to the matter at hand," Hermione implored, "and drop how sick Harry and Ginny's relationship was."

"Hey!" Harry cried, taking offence.

"Harry and I need to leave this house immediately," Hermione continued, ignoring Harry's protest.

"No," Fred stated at once.

"We're under strict orders from the Order," George continued.

"You don't have to tell anyone," Hermione implored compassionately. "Do it for Harry, please?"

"Nope," the twins pronounced in unison.

"We'll give you money to turn your back for just a few hours." Hermione offered.

"Nope!"

Hermione threw her arms up in disgust; she had tried to get the twins to do it out of compassion and then bribery but to no avail. That only left blackmail.

"Fine, have your way. But just to let you know, if you don't let us leave, when we go to Bill and Fluer's wedding, I'll slip Harry and Ginny a Lust Potion," threatened Hermione as she fought back the bile creeping up her throat caused by the images running through her head.

"So what?" George asked as Harry's gag reflex kicked in.

"Yeah, Harry would like it," Fred continued, neither twin noticed that Harry had doubled over.

"I'll give them a Lust Potion and I'll make sure that they sit at your table," Hermione stated as she broke out in a cold sweat. "I can imagine it now; you'll see Harry's hand slip under the table, but what you won't see is Harry's hand slip into Ginny's skirt and then... slip a finger or two into Ginny herself...."

George lurched a bit at Hermione's description, whereas Fred put up a brave face, even though he wanted to run as far away as possible. Harry had dropped all pretences and had started to dry heave once more.

"After that, Harry and Ginny will snog while still finger-banging her, right there at the table in front of you," Hermione continued, not quite suppressing the quiver of disgust in her voice. "Harry might just pull her robe down so he can..." Hermione paused and swallowed, as she steeled herself for the forthcoming image, "... s-s-s-suckle her tit in public."

Fred balked and George clutched his stomach. Harry weakly pawed at Hermione's leg, silently begging her not to continue. He didn't care about the stupid Horcruxes anymore; Voldemort could take over the world as far as he was concerned. He just wanted Hermione to stop talking about him fondling a girl that looked like his mum.

"Do you think Ginny will wank him off under the table? Or perhaps she'll go down on him?" Hermione questioned as the disturbing images made her start to go light-headed. "Oh, no; I don't think you'll get off that easily. Harry'll bend her over the table and make her a woman. Right there, in front of you and the rest of your family.

"I figure she'll squeal a bit when he breaks her hymen," Hermione's face had turned a nice shade of green due to the mental image she gave herself, when Fred suddenly interrupted.

"Hold one, wait a minute," Fred interjected, hoping to derail Hermione's conversation. "Do you honestly think our little sister still has her hymen intact?"

"Yeah, how else do you think she got so popular so quickly?" added George.

"Fine then," Hermione countered. She decided to go full bore and take the fight out of the twins. "She'll just start grinding her hips into his, driving his manhood deeper and deeper into her pulsing box. Do you think he'll smack her arse? Can you imagine the red, hand-shaped welt forming on her milky white flesh? The same milky white flesh that Harry's mother had!"

Hermione's vivid description became too much. Tears of fear and displeasure rolled down Fred's face as George fell to his knees, begging in a sad, muted tone for Hermione to stop.

"They'll call out each other's name in ecstasy," Hermione added as Harry crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "She'll scream, 'HARRY, I'M CUMMING!' and he'll grunt as he cums inside her. Then he'll lean in close to her ear and say: 'You're the best... mum!'"

The twins fell to the grassy ground with a thud and Harry mercifully began to black out. Hermione stood over Fred and George and concluded her threat.

"If you don't let us leave, and without alerting the rest of the Order, I'll make sure you get to witness first-hand how much Harry loves his mother!"



Some time later, a throbbing pressure in his jeans woke Harry up. Apparently, 'Harry, Jr.' was still mad that he wasn't allowed to finish playing earlier, and he was still taking his anger and frustration out on his luggage, which Harry assumed, had turned from the earlier blue into a nice puce color by now. The young man groaned as he sat up in his chair. To his surprise, Harry was on the Knight Bus, but he had no recollection as to how he got there. He just remembered blacking out while Hermione was spinning a disturbing tale of blackmail and sex, disgusting sex at that. Obviously, Hermione had convinced the twins that it was in their best interest to let her and Harry leave # 4. He figured she had convinced them to help her to get him on the Bus as well.

Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione sitting next to him. The young woman had no color to her face except for a touch of sickly green around her eyes.

"I hope you appreciate what I did for you, Harry," she said. "All those horrible images have burrowed into my brain. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks now!"

The witch threw herself into Harry's arms and wept into his chest.

"It was so horrible, Harry" she cried in-between tears. "I kept seeing you... and Ginny... doing... bad... terrible things!"

"Shh; it's okay, shh," Harry cooed while gently rubbing her back. "It's never going to happen." Harry felt a tinge of guilt as his hands run across Hermione's back because he kept remembering how nice and warm her bare skin felt a few hours previously.

With a "BANG", the Knight Bus screeched to a halt directly in front of the gates to Hogwarts. Hermione leaned on Harry heavily, since her knees where still weak from her earlier ordeal, as they exited the Bus and walked up to the gates.

"The gates will be locked," stated Hermione as the Knight Bus rocketed into the distance. "We'll have to go through the Shrieking Shack."

As the two teens marched to the Shack in a roundabout way in order to avoid the villagers of Hogsmeade, Harry was taken back at how low the sun had gotten in the sky. When he had lost consciousness, it had still been late morning to early afternoon. By the position of the sun in the sky, Harry guessed that it was now nearly time for supper.

"How long was I out?" Harry asked.

"A while," replied Hermione. "I had the twins help me put you on the Knight Bus right after you blacked out. But the driver is new, and he got lost for a few hours. I swear to God I think we somehow ended up in Dijon, France for about an hour. I think we ran over a baguette seller's cart."

They remained silent as they ventured through the tunnel that led from the Shrieking Shack to the grounds of Hogwarts. Each step for Harry was nearly excruciating, /'Harry Jr.'/s' luggage cried out in pain at every footfall. When the teens finally emerged from the tunnel, the sun was about to say 'good-night' and leave them in the dark. By the time they had entered the castle, the only remains of the sun was an orange hue on the horizon.

Harry led the way to the Headmaster's office. The castle was eerily empty and quiet; Peeves didn't even seem to be around. After a few minutes, they reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the door to the Headmaster's office.

"Oh, bugger," cursed Harry. "I don't know the password!"

Hermione chewed her lip for a moment before saying: "McGonagall is the new Headmistress, but what password would she have used?"

"Dumbledore liked to use sweets," added Harry. "They were always along the lines of 'lemon drops,' 'acid pops,' 'cockroach clusters'..."

"So we just have to figure out what she likes...?" Hermione said to herself.

"'Ice mice'..." continued Harry, because he honestly didn't know what the Head of Gryffindor liked. But, he felt compelled to say something.

"What does McGonagall like?"

"'Fizzing Whizbees'..." again, Harry continued to list the code-words Dumbledore might have used.

"I don't think she likes sweets, Harry," stated Hermione.

"'Blood pops'..."

"Blast it Harry!" Hermione ordered. "Please either be quiet or...."

Hermione was about to continue her philippic toward Harry, but was interrupted when the gargoyle sprung to life and stepped to the side.

"The password is 'Blast'?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"That isn't very smart," stated Harry. "What if someone wanted to break in? They could just walk up and say 'Let's use a Blast-ing Hex to blow the gargoyle up.' And the silly thing would just open up for them like that," he continued, snapping his fingers to highlight his point.

"Actually," the stone gargoyle grumbled, his voice sounded like two stones grinding together, "the Headmistress hasn't made up a password yet. I'm allowed to open up for anyone. I just wanted to play with you for a bit."

"You cheeky little bugger!" Harry chastised the stone figure.

"Let's just go, Harry," groaned Hermione as she stomped up the stairs. Harry followed, shooting a dirty look at the gargoyle.

As they entered the office, they were greeted with a hundred different snoring sounds. But one voice did greet them.

"Hello Harry, Hermione, I was wondering when would you show up," Dumbledore's painting said with a genuine smile.

"Hello, Professor," Harry returned the greeting.

Hermione, however, was too amazed at the sights and sounds of hundreds of former Headmasters and mistresses sleeping in their frames. "Is that Armando Dippet?" she questioned to no one in particular. "And that's Dilys Derwent!"

"Harry, there are two occasions on which you can stop calling me 'Professor' and use my given name," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "One of which is if you graduate. The other is if one of us dies. And seeing that I am 'living impaired,' you may call me Albus."

"Okay, hello, Albus," Harry felt odd referring to his mentor in such an informal way. "How are you, sir?"

"Is that Roderic Hillsworth?" Hermione asked aloud once more as she continued to study the different paintings. "And that's Hamilton the III!"

"I'm dead," replied the magical painting, "and you?"

"I'm... ah... alive," was the best response that Harry could come up with.

"Wonderful, I take you're here because of the visitor you've received?"

"You know about him?"

"And that's... that's..." Hermione stammered somewhere in the back of the office. "That's James Doohan!?!"

"Of course I know about Godric visiting you," Dumbledore said with a wink. "I was the one who sent him.

"Why the hell is there a magical painting of James Doohan here?" Hermione asked from the dark corner where she was standing.

"So you sent him to tell me about the sword?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it is over there on the shelf behind you," stated Dumbledore.

"Did you know he's a perverted old coot?" Harry asked as he walked over to the shelf.

"Yes, I am terribly sorry about that, however he was the only ghost I could find," replied Dumbledore solemnly. "I discovered how perverted he was, first hand, during my sixth year as a student. The future Mrs. Dumbledore and I stole away to a broom-closet when he suddenly appeared over my shoulder making inappropriate suggestions to me. I still don't believe brooms should be used in such a way."

Harry looked at the gleaming sword that lay before him. It had been over four years since he had last held it. His hand hovered over the bejeweled handle momentarily. He felt power coming from the sword; power that he had not detected when he first wielded the sword in his second year.

"Excuse me, Professor," Hermione asked as she walked up to Dumbledore's painting. "Why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?"

"I'll only answer if you call me Albus," the painting demanded in a cheery tone.

As Harry's hand wrapped around the hilt, a wave of power ran through his body. Harry hoisted the sword up and held it triumphantly over his head.

"Fine. Albus, why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?" repeated Hermione.

"I was playing a little joke on my predecessors," Albus chuckled. "You see, Hogwarts is in Scotland, and Mr. Doohan played a character called 'Scotty.' Do you understand my sense of humor?

"No," Hermione said honestly.

The sword felt completely natural to Harry, as if it was an extension of his body. He was about the share this revelation with Hermione, when the office door swung open and a very perturbed Minerva McGonagall stomped in followed by an equally agitated Remus Lupin. Both Harry and Hermione froze like statues in their respective places.

"Damn those Weasley twins," McGonagall said rapidly through clenched teeth. She obviously had not yet seen Harry or Hermione as she continued her stomping and ranting. "How they could possibly have let Potter slip by is beyond me."

"I've already checked #12 and he isn't there," said Remus as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Tonks is checking the parks and shops around Little Whinging."

"And Molly told me he isn't at the Burrow!" supplied McGonagall.

It was at this point that Remus finally stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and took notice of the office and its occupants. He saw Hermione standing in front of Dumbledore's painting sheepishly and saw Harry off to the side standing like some sort of action hero with a sword held high. Harry waved weakly at the old werewolf.

"Where can he be?" McGonagall cried out in frustration.

"He could be standing over there," stated Remus as he pointed at the raven-haired youth.

McGonagall spent the next better part of an hour yelling at Harry and Hermione. She was considering 'tar and feather'-ing them when Albus finally spoke up.

"Don't be too harsh on them, Minerva," the painting pleaded.

"Why not?" Minerva cleverly retorted.

"It is my fault that Harry and Hermione are here," said Albus.

"What?" Minerva screeched. "You left us explicit orders that Potter wasn't to leave that house until he turned seventeen!"

"It is quite funny, actually," chuckled Albus. "You see, I forgot about the sword."

The deceased Headmaster explained to the new Headmistress about the Sword of Gryffindor, but left out any reference to the Horcruxes.

"Well, how did Harry know to come and get the sword?" Minerva asked. "You certainly couldn't have written to him."

"I sent a ghost to him."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Godric Gryffindor."

"Oh, Albus, you didn't. Not Gryffindor," stated Minerva sternly.

"I couldn't convince any of the others to do it for me." Albus defended.

"Professor, you know about Gryffindor's... er tendencies?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I've had the pleasure..." Minerva said the word like it was some contemptuous thing, "... to meet him whilst I was showering four years ago. The scoundrel had offered to towel me off, but his offer specifically excluded using a towel!

"Did he say something to trouble you, my dear?" Minerva asked Hermione upon noticing the young witch's embarrassment.

"No ma'am!" Hermione replied a little too vehemently.

"I suppose you want me to return to my Aunt's house now," Harry said in a defeated tone.

"It is now an impossibility, Potter. Your relatives have kicked you out," McGonagall informed him. "We found out you weren't in the house when your uncle started to chuck your things out your now-former bedroom window."

Remus walked up to Harry and handed him his school trunk which had been shrunk to the size of a matchbox. "Don't worry, I picked up your things," the former Marauder said.

"And seeing the late hour, you two can spend the night in your old dormitories," McGonagall said, dismissing the two teens.

Harry and Hermione stopped by the kitchen for some supper. Harry was famished; he ate almost as fast as the House-Elves were able to put food in front of him. He was stuffing his face with meat pies, kippers, white beans and toast, and other disgusting examples of English cuisine.

"Harry, something's been bothering me," said Hermione after she finished her meal. Harry turned his attention to his pretty friend while sampling some Plowman's Lunch. "Even if we do destroy the Horcruxes, you'll still have to face Voldemort."

Harry suddenly no longer felt hungry.

"I mean he is the most powerful wizard alive," Hermione continued. "We're just kids! We have to find a way to learn useful skills quickly."

"What do you suggest?" asked Harry.

"It's time for a good old fashion Library visit," Hermione finished with a happy smile.

After spending four hours reading various books on various subjects, Harry groaned as he threw another book down.

"I can't read another word," Harry declared irritably. "I think my eyes are going to melt out of my head!"

Not only were his eyes sore, but his 'bits' were still sore as well. He had tried several times to find an excuse to go off to the loo and relieve himself, but couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse to be absent for several minutes, leaving Hermione alone researching a way to keep him alive.

"Alright, let's take a break from reading," Hermione said and closed the overly large tome in front of her. "Did you find anything useful?"

"I did come across something," said Harry as he sat down and tried to inconspicuously rearrange 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. "What about using a Time Turner to arrange some extra training time?"

"Actually, I read up on some case studies of that when I used the Time Turner in our third year," Hermione explained. "It seems a number of wizards have tried this, but for some reason, after they have used the Time Turner for a period of time, they simply cease to exist!"

"They cease to exist?" That little nugget caught Harry's attention.

"Yes, it's as if the 'powers that be' lose interest and move on to different things," Hermione added, "completely abandoning the wizard who used the Time Turner."

"Well, I don't want to cease to exist!" Harry exclaimed. "How about you? Did you come up with any ideas?

"I did come across something interesting in this book," Hermione stated as she reopened the large book in front of her. "There is a way for us to travel to another dimension. Time moves differently there so for every day that passes here, a year will have occurred in the other dimension, so we could literally study seven years while only a week has passed here."

"Great! How do we get there?" Harry asked as he tried to surreptitiously adjust himself once more in vain attempt for comfort.

"Let me see..." Hermione paused as she skimmed over the pages in the book. "Oh, wait, they're a few complications."

"Like what?"

"It seems that the people in the other dimension have a bizarre quirk regarding names; we'd have to call you 'Paul' for some outlandish reason. We also have to dye you hair blonde as well as getting rid of your glasses," Hermione paused again and her face fell. "And the other MAJOR complication is that when the people return to their normal dimension, they tend to have some kind of nervous breakdown."

"What d'you mean?"

"It appears that they wake up one day and believe their experiences in the other dimension are just a dream and they forget every thing they had learned!" Hermione declared in disgust, and pushed the heavy tome off the table which landed on the floor with a thud. "I have just wasted the past four hours!"

"Damnit!" Harry shouted and stood up. He began pacing back and forth while unconsciously trying to readjust himself. Luckily, Harry had had his back toward Hermione when this happened.

"Well, we'll just have to cram, study as much as humanly possible," Hermione stated and Harry coughed. Her definition of 'humanly possible' was completely different than Harry's. Or any other human Harry had ever met. "But we're probably going to have to stay here at the castle; it does have the most extensive library in Europe, after all. I'll ask McGonagall in the morning if we can stay."

Harry continued to pace and adjust; this time right in front of Hermione.

"Harry, how close were you?" Hermione asked, noticing her friend's discomfort.

"To what?" asked Harry.

"How close were you to... um... climaxing?" Hermione added with a slight blush.

"Wha... wha... what?" Harry stuttered in shock at the directness of Hermione's question. "How what to what-what-ing?"

"Earlier today, how close were you to... well, cumming?" Hermione smiled as she felt her face heat up.

"Well... I... ah... um..." Harry sighed and forced himself to drop his embarrassment. "Let's just say one more stroke and I would've been a happy man."

"One stroke! You were that close?" Hermione asked, a bit shocked herself. "Oh, you poor thing, it must be terribly uncomfortable for you."

"Don't worry about it," said Harry waving her concern off. "I just need some 'alone-time' to take care of it."

Biting her lip, Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry. She took his hands in hers, and without saying a word, led him to the empty spot on the table when the discarded heavy tome once was.

"Sit," Hermione commanded.

"Hermione, you don't have to," Harry said as he felt the blood leave his upper brain. He then added under his breath; "That is, if you don't want to."

"Ever the gentleman, Mr. Potter," Hermione said. "Now, sit!"

Harry sat on the hard desk and felt 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir. Hermione cupped Harry's face and kissed his lips. It wasn't as frantic or desperate as their kisses were earlier in the day, but it was far more stimulating and more passionate. His lips burned as their mouths played with each other. He could taste her on his tongue, and it was intoxicating. His hand traveled up from her hip and caressed her breast through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Damn blouse! God-Damn Bra!

Hermione's hands also traveled, but they traveled south whereas Harry's had gone north. Her hands stopped to playfully tweak his nipples. Harry felt aroused, and a pang of jealousy brought on by the pinch of Hermione's fingers: 'If she can play with my nipples, why can't I play with hers? Lousy Damn blouse! Lousy God‑Damn Bra!'

It was at this moment that 'Harry, Jr.' completely woke up. He started shouting, "Hey, hey, what about me? Don't forget about me! I'm right down here!"

It was as if Hermione had heard the organ's pleas. Her hands left Harry's chest, and in a few deft moves, freed /'Harry, Jr.'/. Suddenly, as she gripped his member, Hermione stopped kissing Harry. He was about to ask her why she had stopped kissing him, when his upper brain shut down due to Hermione's next action. She knelt in front of him. The only cognitive thought in Harry's mind was, 'Eep!'

The frizzy-haired witch leaned forward and tentatively licked 'Harry, Jr.'/. He gripped the edge of the table and let out a low moan. Once again, /'Harry, Jr.' shed a tear of joy.

"I've heard Lavender and Parvati talk about this, but I've never done it," Hermione said as she gently stroked 'Harry, Jr.'. "So tell me if I'm not doing it properly."

Harry had never had this happen to him, so he had no experience in it either. But with the little experience he just received, he felt fairly confident when he asked Hermione, "There's an improper way to do it?"

"Yes, there is. I could use my teeth," she replied while smiling up at him.

"Point taken."

Hermione started to orally stimulate 'Harry, Jr.', her head bobbed up and down while her tongue twirled this way and that over his sensitive flesh. Hermione's deliciously warm mouth was beyond description. Her saliva coated his manhood as her tongue and lips traced every bump and vein on Harry's shaft. Harry's vision became blurred and his breathing labored in a short matter of time. His hands found their way into Hermione's hair as she bobbed her head up and down rhythmically on /'Harry, Jr.'/. Just when Harry couldn't conceive how the sensation could get any better, Hermione started humming a jaunty little tune. It was quite possible that Harry had started to gurgle out of pleasure.

Normally, when a man was in the situation that Harry was in, he wouldn't have cared to notice what tune the woman was humming. But it was a familiar tune that had burned into Harry's mind at an early age. It was from a film that his aunt had made him watch over and over when he was a child because the insipid Dudley liked it so. A little girl with very curly hair was the star, and the song that Hermione was humming while performing fellatio on Harry was sung by that little girl in the film. Harry couldn't remember the entire song or the title (right now he was having trouble remembering to breathe), but he did remember one bit in particular. This bit of the song played over and over in his head as Hermione continued at her task.

"On the (something)-(something) lollipop, it's a sweet trip to a candy shop. Where the bon-bons play, on the sunny beach..."

Harry tried desperately to get the asinine, childish song out of his head and concentrate on more important things. Things like Hermione going down on him! Damn Aunt Petunia for making him watch a movie with such a stupid song...

Then Harry felt the build up and shortly thereafter, the release. With a grunt and groan, Harry became a happy man, a very happy man as he shot his seed into Hermione's mouth. However, Hermione wasn't a happy woman. On the contrary, she was very unhappy. She spent the next several minutes coughing, gagging, and spitting into a waste bin. In-between various gags, coughs, and spits, she would hiss at Harry menacingly; "Next time... warn me!"

The two teens left the library and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room, only speaking once in a while. And then only talking politely about trivial and inconsequential things. After they said their 'good-nights,' Harry felt a bit guilty about Hermione's discomfort; next time he would warn her so it wouldn't happen again. Harry immediately felt hope spring up in his chest, 'Next time!' Hermione had clearly used the phrase "next time!"

Harry woke up the next day to birds singing a happy song. Of course the effing birds were singing happily; the sun had just risen, and they, being creatures that loved rising early, sang with all their hearts to the morning sun.

The effing birds had interrupted a dream. Normally, Harry would be overjoyed at the concept of having his traditional dreams interrupted. However, this was a particularly good dream; Harry and Hermione were romping around again, and this time, he was about to see Hermione's boobs without her Lousy Damn Blouse and her God-Damn Lousy Bra. Even though it was just a dream, Harry was going to see what Hermione's nipples looked like. But no, the effing birds had to wake him up from his wonderful wet-dream by starting a fucking tweet fest!

Harry woke with a pitiful groan and tried to shield his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Getting out of bed, he resisted the temptation to open his window and fire of a couple of Stunners in hopes of hitting some of the effing birds. So Harry satisfied his urge to cause the effing birds some discomfort by stretching out one of his arms and gave a two-fingered salute to all birds in general. After his shower, he trounced down to the common room and his sour mood suddenly vanished.

There was Hermione, curled up on her favorite chair with a book in her lap. The early morning sunlight shined through her hair, giving her the appearance of an angel with a glowing halo. Harry felt a sudden warmth travel through his body as he saw his friend; the friend that he now realized was quite beautiful in his eyes. He noticed that he had a bounce to his step, and tried to correct it before Hermione saw him; real men don't bounce, real men strut. Harry had learned this important fact from the late night conversations with his dorm mates about the fairer sex and what they liked; he was told with certainty that women like a manly strut, among other things such as flowers, chocolates, and other "girly" things. He had listened closely to Dean and Seamus when they described how real men walked. As he bounced in an un- manly way toward Hermione, he tried to strut the way his friends had described. Unfortunately, he was unable to completely counteract the bounce with his emerging strutting abilities and ended up with a saunter. But in Harry's defense, it was a manly saunter, not the effeminate way Blaise Zabini walked.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry greeted the witch with an incredibly silly grin plastered on his face.

"Good morning, Harry," she returned the greeting with an equally smitten smile.

"About last night..." began Harry while he shoved his hands in his pockets to hide how nervous he was. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about... you know."

"It's okay, Harry. It was the first time for both of us," Hermione replied and patted the seat next to her. Harry took the invitation and the two teens cuddled. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

The couple preceded to have a nice fifteen-minute snog session where they playfully explored each other's bodies. Harry was even so bold to open Hermione's blouse. Unfortunately she was wearing a white cotton bra so he still didn't get to see what her nipples looked like. But this didn't stop him playing with her boobs mind you. It was an activity that Harry had become quite fond of, he loved how her mounds felt in his hands and her loved the way Hermione moaned and purred as he cupped, squeezed, caressed, kissed, licked, and suckled on them, even through the accursed bra. During the snog and boob fondling session, 'Harry, Jr.' stirred only a little, apparently the appendage was still worn-out from the very welcomed workout it received the previous evening.

After both teens had become completely flushed, Hermione pulled away and suggested, "We should really go and see McGonagall," she stated, her lips red and puffy. "We have to ask her if we can stay in the castle."

"Are you sure she'll be up this early?" asked Harry as they walked hand in hand to the Headmistress' office.

"I'm positive," answered Hermione. The couple walked up to the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to McGonagall's new quarters.

"Would you please tell the Headmistress we would like to see her?" Hermione requested of the stone sentinel.

"I'll go fetch her," the statue grumbled. After a moment or two, the gargoyle stepped to the side, and McGonagall rushed out into the hallway while trying to put on her dressing robe and brandishing her wand at the same time.

"What is it? What's wrong?" the Headmistress demanded on the verge of panic.

"Nothing's wrong, ma'am," Hermione said, "We just wanted to ask you a question."

"But the gargoyle told me it was an emergency!" McGonagall practically shouted. "He said that Potter was spewing blood from his mouth!"

Behind them, the gargoyle let out a grumbling chuckle.

"Oh, you cheeky bugger!" McGonagall cursed. "That's the third time this week he's pulled a prank on me! I swear, I'll find a replacement if you don't straighten up!" The Headmistress took a calming breath before turning her attention to the pair in front of her. "What can I do for you two?"

"We would like to ask a favor," stated Hermione. Harry saw McGonagall's eyes dart down and then back up. He glanced down and noticed the he and Hermione were still holding hands.

"And what would that favor be?" asked McGonagall with a saucy grin and a blush. Harry nearly went into shock at the sight; he had never imagined, nor wanted to imagine, what McGonagall would look like with a saucy grin. He loved and respected his mentor, but it truly frightened the young wizard to see such a grin stretched across her face. Harry had rarely seen the Headmistress with anything but a stern look upon her face and he was taken back. The sassy smile was very disturbing on McGonagall's face. It made Harry feel very uncomfortable both physically and emotionally.

"You see, Harry has been, and will, be a target for Voldemort," Hermione began, not noticing Harry's current discomfort. "And Harry doesn't really stand a chance against him. Not unless we get some training."

"What would you suggest, Ms. Granger?"

"May we please stay here at the castle so that we can use the library and other facilities to train?" Hermione asked as if she had spent hours preparing the question. Knowing Hermione, that is probably exactly what she did. She more than likely had written several drafts of the question in her Day Planner and chose the one she thought would be best received.

"Yes, you may," answered McGonagall. The Headmistress then added with a wry wink as she headed back up to her chambers, "But when you use the 'other facilities', please clean up after yourselves."

"What do you think she meant by that?" Hermione asked, as the teens turned away from the now closed doorway. Harry replied mutely by holding up their clasped hands. "She saw, do you think she suspects...?" Hermione began to ask before answering herself. "Of course she does, otherwise she wouldn't have used the 'clean up' reference."

"Are we that messy?" asked Harry.

"I may not be, but you are," replied Hermione with a wink.

After a quick breakfast, Harry and Hermione proceeded to the library.

"Alright, let's just head straight to the Restricted Section and start reading up on some of the more powerful magics," Hermione ordered.

Several hours later, Hermione had a very large stack of books that she'd labeled as being "potentially useful" and another, much smaller stack marked "worthless." The "potentially useful" stack intimidated Harry; there were at least six-dozen books in that stack. How Hermione thought that the two of them could read all that material, let alone actually retain the knowledge, was beyond him. Harry, on the other hand, had skimmed through no more than four books and found nothing remotely helpful in his destined fight with Voldemort. He found two particularly powerful transfigurations where one could turn a wizard into a giant toad, and another which would turn a toad into tadpoles according to the illustration... Harry reread the entry and corrected himself, it wasn't "tadpoles," it was semen. Harry repressed a shudder as an image played out in his head of a man turning into a giant toad then into a large pool of spunk. Then he thought of Snape and figured that it would be a fitting end to the traitor. He marked the page for future study.

"This is going to take forever," exclaimed Hermione. "If only we had something to go on. A weakness of Voldemort's that you excel in..."

"Yeah, but I don't see how 'the power he knows not' will help," Harry said. "I always thought that bit was rubbish."

Hermione lifted her gaze up from her book and her eyes burned a hole into Harry.

"What was that?" she asked impatiently.

"What was what?" Harry replied, taken back at her steely gaze.

"What did you say about the power Voldemort doesn't have?"

"Oh, that," Harry said relieved. He was worried that he had said something to upset Hermione. "It was just something mentioned in the silly prophesy."

Hermione closed her book and was obviously trying to compose herself as she strummed her fingers on the cover of a discarded book.

"Do you mean to tell me that there was more to the prophesy than 'me against him' as you originally told me?" she asked very slowly, as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child.

"Just a bit," Harry replied with more than a little touch of fear. Whenever Hermione had gotten this way in the past, Harry always knew that he was in for trouble. And usually, rightfully so.

"Like what?" The thinly veiled anger started to seep out of her body and Harry's fear grew.

"Um... just that I have a power he doesn't even know about and that um... he marked me as an equal," Harry said rapidly. He had hoped that the faster he said the words, the less angry Hermione would be.

"And I take it you know what that power is," stated Hermione as she rubbed her temples with her fingers.

"Love," Harry replied.

"Love?" Hermione repeated disbelievingly.

"According to Dumbledore, at least."

"Well, he wouldn't have just made an assumption. Did he ever point out when you may have used 'Love' against Voldemort?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I accidentally tapped into it when Tom possessed me at the Ministry of Magic. I was able to hurt him; so much so that Dumbledore reckoned that he wouldn't try to sneak into my mind again because of the pain he suffered."

"Why... didn't... you... tell... me... about...THAT!?!" Hermione demanded.

"It's not important, not anymore," argued Harry. "Not since Voldemort took my blood! My touch used to be able to cause him pain before his resurrection. But now, he has my blood in his veins, and he can touch me without hurting himself."

"And when did your blood get taken, Harry?""

"Fourth year, as you bloody well know," Harry replied irritably.

"And when were you possessed?" asked Hermione, a smile returning to her face. Apparently, she took a great amount of joy in seeing how long it would take Harry to catch up with her train of thought.

"Fifth year... oh, wait..." Harry paused. "When he possessed me in the Ministry of Magic, he already had my blood in his veins."

"Harry, you may not be able to harm him just by touching him anymore," explained Hermione, "but somehow, you were able to activate that power when he tried to possess you and you hurt him! You hurt him enough that you drove him away!"

Hermione got that look again, the look she got when her brain went into overdrive. After a moment she asked: "Can you think of any other time you tapped into the power of love? Not necessarily just against Voldemort."

After a bit of thought, Harry offered, "Well, I don't know if it's love or not, but the two times I've used a Patronus against real Dementors could have been close."

"Could you explain?" Hermione asked patiently.

"When I realized that it wasn't my dad who cast the Stag Patronus I had seen, but me..." Harry said with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the memory from his third year. "I remembered thinking that I was going to leave the Dursely's and live with Sirius. I was going to live with someone who cared for me."

"That's familial love," Hermione explained. "That is the love of a family. You had inadvertently tapped into a form of love when you cast the Patronus."

"And then the second time was when Dudley and I were attacked," Harry continued. "Before I cast the Patronus, I remembered thinking about seeing you and Ron."

"Platonic love, love of friends."

"That's about it," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What about Cho?" Hermione asked. "You did have a crush on her which is a form of affectionate love. And you did kiss her."

"Oh, yeah" Harry said with a snap of his fingers. "When Snape was teaching me Occlumency, he was about to see an image of me and Cho kissing and I threw off his Legilimency attack for the first time, and it was without a wand or spell."

"That's very good," Hermione complimented.

"And I entered his mind," Harry continued, and Hermione's jaw dropped. "I saw him as a kid hiding under a table as his parents fought."

"You entered Snape's mind without a wand or casting a spell?" Hermione asked. "He's a skilled Occlumens, you shouldn't have been able to do that! His defenses should have stopped you easily! That's incredible, Harry! I think Dumbledore was correct. Think about it. Most wizards and witches can't produce a corporeal Patronus, and even if they do, they would be able to drive away maybe one or two Dementors, like Remus did on the train. But when you thought about love in one way or another, you were able to drive away scores of Dementors. And look what you did with Snape; you easily broke through a skilled Occlumens' shields and saw his memories, because you unknowingly tapped into your power of love. Apparently, when you access you power base, love, you are a very powerful wizard indeed!"

Harry blushed at her compliment. Hermione paused and worried her lip before continuing: "Harry, I know it's a touchy subject, but could you tell me what you felt with Ginny?"

"Now I feel revulsion," Harry answered, with only a minor shudder. "But during the time, I guess the best way to describe it would be to say it was like a scaly monster was living in my chest."

"A scaly monster? That's not love Harry; that sounds more like lust and jealousy!" Hermione cried victoriously. "No wonder you were so ineffectual last year!"

"Excuse me!" Harry blurted out. "/Ineffectual/?"

"Yes Harry, ineffectual," Hermione repeated. "Remember, you told me the events of the cave. You panicked. Panicking is something you've never done before. Remember in first year, Hagrid had to pair you with Draco because he had already scared Neville. Hagrid knew that you wouldn't panic. In second year, you faced a forty foot snake that could've killed you just by looking at you and you didn't panic! You may have been frightened, that's only normal. But you did not panic. In third year, you drove off scores of Dementors without panicking. When you were Portkeyed to the graveyard during the final task of the Tri-Wizard, you dueled with Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord in decades and again you didn't panic!

"But, when the Infiri attacked, you admitted that you completely forgot the simple flame hex. The same hex that Dumbledore had just reminded you about moments before. And then, when you were chasing after Snape and the Death Eaters, you couldn't land even one hex on Snape. In previous encounters with Death Eaters, you've always been spectacular. You were able to Stun or incapacitate several Death Eaters when Voldemort resurrected himself as well as during the battle in the Department of Mysteries. You should've been able to deal with the zombies without freezing up, and you should have at least singed Snape.

"That has to prove that Dumbledore was right. Your power base is love!" Hermione continued. "All you strengths come from one form of love or another. But last year, you were lusting after Ginny. And that lust was detrimental to your power base. Lust is not love in any way shape or form! Lust is a mockery of love. That's why you were acting so strangely last year."

"Alright, fine, then. But why were you acting so strangely last year?" Harry shot back. He was angry with her because deep down, he knew she was right. "You dropped S.P.E.W. like it had meant nothing to you even though you were clearly obsessed about the cause for two years. You broke the rules when hexed another student just so Ron could stay on the Quidditch team. I realize that you've bent and broken the rules before, but the times you've done that, people's lives were at risk. But this time, you broke the rules just to save Ron from embarrassment. And then you chastised me when you thought I might have cheated when I tricked Ron into believing that I gave him the Felix Felicis, doing the exact same thing you did: saving Ron from embarrassing himself. It also took you months to find out that Prince was related to Snape, something you normally would've found out in no time at all! Especially since you were so dead certain that Eileen Prince was somehow related to the damned Half-Blood Prince in my Potions Text. You only bothered to check on what happened to Eileen Prince after Snape admitted to being the Half-Blood Prince."

Hermione hung her head in shame. Harry's heart dropped roughly to his knees. "I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean-"

"No, you're right Harry. We both acted strangely last year," Hermione interrupted. "And my own reasons were pretty much the same reasons as to why you acted oddly as well. I simply wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to hold my hand and kiss me. I wanted someone to say I'm pretty and to mean it. I wanted someone to think of me when I wasn't around.

"All of the other girls in our year, and most of the younger ones as well, were already active in the dating scene, and as strange as it may seem, I felt compelled to start dating as well. Perhaps the underlying reason was as simple as I didn't want those Yule Ball rumors to finally come true. You know the ones I mean; the ones that said that no boy would ever want to be seen with someone like me; a bossy know-it-all with bushy hair. But I didn't want to date someone I didn't know," Hermione continued with tears streaming down her face. "So I decided that it would have to be either you or Ron. And you were already ogling Ginny, so I set my sights on Ron. That's why I stopped caring about House-Elves; Ron doesn't care about them, he only cares about Quidditch. That's also why I hexed McLaggen. And I suppose that's the only excuse I can give as to why I didn't figure about Snape and the whole Potions Text. I was so desperate for Ron to notice me that I ignored what was staring me right in the face. I needed Ron to notice me, there was no one else available for me. I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have a chance with you. You're popular, even though you hate it, and brave and handsome, and I'm ugly and bookish-"

"Let me explain something to you Hermione," interrupted Harry as he took her face gently in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "I think you are beautiful, and not just in a physical way either. Even though I can honestly say that your breasts are fantastic! Awe inspiring, to be truthful." Hermione blushed as Harry continued, "But you're beautiful in so many other ways as well. You're ridiculously smart, incredibly brave, patient, kind, compassionate, and you know me better than anyone else. Remember back in our third year? The game where the Dementors knocked me off my Nimbus? It was raining so hard I couldn't see. Wood had called a time out and I was about to point out my vision problem. Before I could even begin, you appeared over my shoulder to help me out, without needing to be asked. Then in our fifth year, when I thought that I had somehow caused Nagini to attack Mr. Weasley, everyone let me wallow in self pity in that damn room. Ginny, the girl I was so infatuated with last year, let me rot in that room. But not you, you canceled a holiday with your folks and marched right up to Buckbeak's room and literally dragged me out the moment you arrived. You've always been there for me, to help me, even when I thought I didn't want it. You were the only one brave enough to say that Voldemort had laid a trap for me in the Department of Mysteries. And yet, you still went with me because you knew I needed your help. You know me better than I know myself.

"Do you want to know what Ginny said to me when I broke up with her?" Harry continued. "She said that I'd only be happy hunting Voldemort. She said that's why she liked me so much."

"How can she think that?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You want to be a father."

"W-what?" Harry stammered. It was as if Hermione had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head and it shocked him to his core.

"It's obvious to me that you want to get married and have a bunch of kids," Hermione said, as if it was common knowledge. "You want the one thing you've never had: a loving family." Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat down.

"I do?" he asked as an image appeared in his minds eye. He looked a little older and he was surrounded by children, his children. That image filled the young man with such happiness that he actually started to cry. "I guess I do want kids." Hermione lowered herself into Harry's lap and kissed away his tears. "You see, you do know me better than I do."

The couple sat on the floor in the Restricted Section just holding each other for a long while, saying nothing, just enjoying being in each others arms. Hermione finally pulled herself away from Harry's embrace and said: "We better get back to researching."

"Do we have to?" Harry pleaded while still holding onto her hands.

"Yes, we do," Hermione ordered. "But it should be easier now that we have a better focus. We just have to look for spells and rituals which use love."

Hermione disappeared into the stacks as Harry grudgingly stood up and began his search anew. After an hour of browsing through the Restricted Section, Harry's eye caught the words "Love" and "Magic" on the binding of an old red-leather book. 'Could this be it? The thing that could lead to the downfall of Voldemort?' Harry's hopes were dashed though, when he read the full title: "The Magic of Making Love: By Thos. Antric." He shrugged as he pulled the book from the shelves; he reckoned that he might as well thumb through it, seeing that it was the only book he had found in the past hour that even appeared to be remotely related to love.

The first page Harry opened to had almost made him drop the book out of shock. It was a magical photo showing a witch and wizard, both very naked, in a unique position. A position that Harry thought should have caused a great deal of pain (/'Was that his foot by her ear or her own? And where was her left hand?'/), but judging by the expressions on their faces, they were rather enjoying it.

The next page that Harry randomly turned to piqued his interest. The chapter was titled "A Witch's Orgasm and its Power; How You Can Benefit From It!" Harry didn't need to read the chapter to learn how a witch's orgasm could benefit him; he would be able to show Hermione just how much she meant to him, and he could properly return the pleasure that Hermione had given him. The next random chapter that Harry turned to made him think that the book was written precisely with him in mind: "The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!" Harry marked that page and stuffed the book in his bag. The book may not help him defeat Voldemort, but it looked like it could help him in his love life.

Harry returned to their desk to find Hermione already hidden behind a wall of books. The young wizard sat down at his chair and started to read the new-found book.

The chapter on Parselmouths was very enlightening. It stated that Parselmouths have a magical ability that is focused within the wizard's tongue, and while normally this magic is used to communicate with snakes, it could be used while giving oral pleasure to a witch. The book also had several diagrams explaining different techniques to illicit the best response from the witch.

After he had read the chapter no less than ten times, completely skipping over the sections dealing with the theories and so-called "magical benefits", concentrating strictly on form and technique, Harry realized that it had grown dark outside. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was half past ten at night. "Hermione, let's fetch some supper and call it a night," he called out.







Harry was having a very interesting dream the next morning; he was on the shore next to the Hogwarts Lake. Some odd compulsion forced him to gobble some gillyweed that was in his hands and he then jumped into the water. After he felt gills popping out on the sides of his neck, Harry swam under the water for several minutes until he saw something that would lead him to his goal - what that goal was, he didn't know, but Harry needed to reach it for some unknown reason. The thing that Harry saw was a mermaid. But it wasn't what real mermaids looked like, merpeople are actually very unattractive, downright ugly one might say. This mermaid was quite beautiful; she looked exactly like Hermione did above the waist. And she was topless to boot! But before Harry could get a good look at mermaid-Hermione's boobs, she dashed away. He gave chase immediately. Mermaid-Hermione dove into a dark tunnel at the bottom of the lakebed and Harry quickly followed. The tunnel was incredibly dark, but unlike the water outside the tunnel which was cold, this water was warm and pleasant. For some odd reason, Harry felt his ever-present companion, 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir in his swim-trucks. After a few moments of swimming through the tunnel blindly, Harry saw a slit of light in the distance. Harry instinctively swam toward the light and passed through it. He turned around and saw that he had just exited the tunnel and onto the lakebed through a giant clam.

But before Harry could turn around and continue pursuing mermaid-Hermione, he was tackled by someone. As he was pushed down into the lakebed, kelp magically sprang to life to bind his hands and feet. Someone rapidly stripped off his swim trunks. He looked up into the beautiful hazel eyes of mermaid-Hermione.

"I see that part of you is awake," she said wickedly, indicating Harry's partially aroused state, as she twirled his trunks in front of her while poking him in the ribs. "I'm just waiting for the rest of you to wake up."

"Huh?" Harry grunted groggily as his eyes opened up. He normally wouldn't have been happy to wake up from such an interesting dream, but any animosity that he might have felt toward the person who woke him up disappeared the moment his eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. Hermione stood in front of Harry wearing her sleeping gown and holding a pair of boxers in front of her, specifically Harry's boxers. That's when Harry felt a draft on 'Harry, Jr.'/. He tried to cover his bits, but found that his hands and feet were invisibly bound to his bedposts, obviously by Hermione for some illicit and, more than likely, exciting purpose. The young witch examined Harry's naked body with unmasked desire in her eyes. Harry was embarrassed, nay, mortified that he was laying starkers in front of Hermione. /'Harry, Jr.' on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying "Hey, look at me!"

"Quite impressive, Mr. Potter," said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. "You should be proud."

Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermione's comments and 'Harry, Jr.' stood even taller.

"Seeing as you're naked, which I might have had something to do with that - but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed," Hermione said theatrically, "let's even the score a bit"

Hermione then reached down and slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her gown. Harry emitted a small "ooh" sound when he saw the two things that he had so desperately wanted to see the past few days; Hermione's nipples.

Her nipples, which Harry decided to call "Carmella" and "Natasha," were full and erect, as if they were saying 'hello' to 'Harry, Jr.' who was singing to the heavens at that point in time.

Hermione stood nervously as Harry took in every inch of her exposed body. His eyes took in her white cotton knickers, lingered on her flat tummy, then slowly traveled up to her bare breasts, and then finally, he locked eyes with her and said: "My God Hermione, you are beautiful."

"That is what I was waiting to hear," said Hermione, her self-confidence obviously bolstered by Harry's comments. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth over Harry's organ.

She began by using her tongue, running it up and down his shaft. Then she placed it into her mouth and began the same wonderful technique she used the other night. Harry groaned in pleasure and tugged at his invisible bounds. He frantically wanted to touch her, to run his hands through her hair. But she had cruelly bound him to his bedpost.

Slurping noises emanated from Hermione as she bobbed up and down on his pole, coating 'Harry, Jr.' with her saliva. Harry started to groan when Hermione began to cup and gently massage his balls. Within minutes (Harry noted with a great deal of masculine pride that he had lasted much longer then his first time), he felt the pressure build up. He remembered the tongue lashing he had gotten from Hermione the last time when he failed to warn her. Mind you he rather liked the tongue lashing he was getting now, but he hated the other type.

"Hermione, I'm gonna cum," Harry grunted.

Hermione stopped her fellatio and looked up at Harry. A broad, sinful smile stretched across her lips as she said, "Happy Birthday, Harry."

Then Harry got the best birthday present he had ever gotten. Hermione took his entire length into her mouth, pausing only to relax her gag reflex when he reached her throat. Harry stopped breathing when he felt Hermione's throat pulsate and contract as she seemingly tried to swallow his organ. She let out a low grumble that emanated from her throat and the sound sent shivers through his body. While continuing to grumble, Hermione sucked on his organ. Within seconds, Harry had lost control and unloaded into Hermione's mouth. His dick jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Hermione raised herself and suckled on his crown. 'Harry, Jr.' bucked again and again, discharging his semen into her mouth.

After Harry was finished, Hermione made a show of swallowing his load. She had a look on her face like she had just swallowed something dreadful, perhaps a flobberworm, but Harry almost came again just at the sight of her swallowing. Hermione retrieved her wand and performed a Breath Cleaning Charm before releasing Harry from his magical bonds.

"Sorry about that, I'm not used to the taste just yet." said Hermione as she crawled onto his bare body, pressing her naked breasts into his heaving chest. "I've done some research and read that a man's diet affects the taste of his semen. Maybe we can experiment with the foods you eat, and see which resultant taste I like the best?"

'Experiment!' Harry's mind declared triumphantly. What she said definitely hinted that Hermione was willing to do this act again. 'Try to act as smooth as possible,' Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, "Sure, I won't mind. Anything in the name of progress."

"So, was it good for you?" Hermione asked with a saucy smile.

In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldn't have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didn't just want to tell her that it was terrific; he wanted to show her how terrific it was. He needed to show Hermione, not simply because he felt obligated to return the pleasure that she had given him twice already. He wanted to do it so Hermione herself could feel ecstasy. Somewhere deep within Harry, he felt the almost desperate need to make Hermione... happy. Harry just wasn't certain he knew how to show her just what he felt for her, and what he felt she deserved. Then Harry remembered his 'special book' and the chapter that he so diligently memorized.

"Instead of telling you, let me show you," Harry replied and quickly rolled over so that Hermione was under him before she could protest. Hermione squealed in surprise.

"What do you have in mind, Harry?" asked Hermione after she regained her composure.

"Retuning the favor," answered Harry. He hesitantly added, "That is, if you don't mind."

Before answering, Hermione averted her eyes and blushed such a bright crimson, that Harry reasoned that he could easily read in the dark just by using her body as a night light.

"No, I don't mind," she replied nervously.

"Now, I've never done this before," stated Harry, "and I know there are lots of ways to do this improperly beside 'using teeth,' so tell me when I do something wrong."

After Hermione nodded in the affirmative, Harry started by kissing her passionately, he then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, passed her color-bone, until he reached the valley between Hermione's breasts. Harry took this opportunity to get to know 'Natasha' and 'Carmella' intimately. Hermione groaned as Harry licked, suckled, and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. The heat coming off Hermione's body was intense and her breath became more and more labored as Harry continued to play with 'Natasha' and /'Carmella'/. After several minutes of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her taught tummy. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, "If you want me to stop just say so-"

But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, "If you don't pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to Merlin...!"

"Okay, okay..." placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he hadn't expected.

"S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he stammered as he examined Hermione's flower.

"Yes," Hermione replied sheepishly.

"S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he repeated, still stunned.

"It's strictly for hygiene," she explained, still a little sheepishly.

"C-c-co-com-c-completely s-s-sha-s-s-shaved?"

"Well, yes," she answered, her sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a saucy grin. "You see, I'm very hygienic."

'Gryffindor was right,' Harry thought to himself, 'brainy girls are naughty!'

As Harry took in Hermione and all her wonder, he commented to himself internally that when Hermione had satisfied him earlier, she had an easier job... err sorry about that. When it came to his bits, all Harry had was 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. And the only way he could think of not fulfilling 'Harry, Jr.' was if teeth were used. But with Hermione's bits there was so much more! According to the book that Harry had hidden in his school bag, there was the Mons Veneris, the clitoris and its hood, and the Labia. And as reported by the book, there were definitely bad ways in stimulating Hermione.

With a touch of trepidation, Harry started by gently kissing the area around her flower - which he had almost given a name of a flower, but seeing that both his mother and his aunt had flower names, he became content with just "flower." It was apparent that Hermione enjoyed these tiny kisses, so Harry continued this course of action for a while. Harry kissed her nether lips and Hermione gasped, that's when Harry decided that his tongue should come into play.

He used his fore and middle fingers on his left hand to softly pry open her petals. Harry used his tongue to trace Hermione's outer and inner lips and her honey began to seep out. After a minute or two of working on her vagina and lips, Harry used his right thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her clitoris. Hermione gasped when Harry's tongue touched her clit.

The brunette witch started to writhe and moan while Harry worked on his budding... /err sorry again/... skills of cunnilingus. After two or three minutes, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to be enjoying his attempts. To him, Hermione tasted warm, sweet, and musky. Little droplets of sweat were appearing all over her body and her breathing was heavier than before. It was at this point that he decided to push Hermione over the edge, so to speak, and use the techniques that he had read in the book concerning Parslemouths.

Pausing for a second from his operations, Harry closed his eyes and focused on an image of a snake in his mind in order to trigger his rare power. Since Harry could never tell if he was speaking Parseltongue or English, he asked Hermione: "Can you understand me?"

"Harry, why are you speaking in Parseltongue?" Hermione asked. "I can't - OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!"

Hermione couldn't finish her statement properly; because Harry was satisfied that he was using his Parselmouth abilities and started his cunnilingus once more. Almost immediately, Hermione thrashed around and alternated between moaning, growling, and occasionally, babbling incoherently.

"... swish and flick..." Hermione sputtered disjointedly while Harry twirled his magical tongue around her bud. "...powdered newt...nimbus...." As magic poured off of Harry's tongue into Hermione, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. "Oh. Oh. Oh, mamma!"

One of Hermione's hands grabbed a tuff of Harry's hair and tugged at him while her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. It was at this point that 'Harry, Jr.' woke up again and desperately, almost painfully, wanted to play again. Harry thought about using one of his hands to relieve himself, but realized that this moment was for Hermione. He wanted to concentrate fully, mentally, physically, and emotionally, on her. He would take care of 'Harry, Jr.' later.

After a minute or two, Harry could sense the buildup in Hermione, but he could feel himself about to release as well. Hermione's back arched and sweat poured off of her naked flesh. Her body was raked by shallow, quivering gasps of breath.

"Oh, gods, Harry!" Hermione shouted as a combined wave of magic and ecstasy passed through her body, and then through Harry's. Her musky juices shot out of her pussy and filled his mouth. He tried his best to lap up her honey, but a large amount flowed out of his mouth and poured down his chin. Harry groaned into Hermione as he climaxed in the middle of her orgasm. The two teens didn't notice the very loud bang that accompanied their simultaneous orgasms.

Slowly, Harry's eyes took in the vision before him; Hermione lay on the bed, panting heavily, her body flushed and glistening. Her nether lips were red and swollen and her wetness still seeped out of her. The young man smiled with pride, because he didn't need to ask Hermione if it was good for her. He could tell by the glow emanating from her body that she had thoroughly enjoyed his first efforts. Then it hit him, she was literally glowing! She was throwing off light! He was shocked to find that he was glowing softly as well. Harry was about to ask Hermione about this startling occurrence when he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on something behind him.

With her legs still draped over his shoulders, Harry turned his head and saw that except for the bed that they were currently using, every object in the room was floating six feet off of the ground. Every book, scrap piece of parchment, every article of clothing - Harry spotted Hermione's knickers straight away, they were twirling slowly as if dancing- even the other beds hovered several feet in the air.

Before either of the two teens could discus these strange events, the door to the dorm room flew open and Tonks rushed in, waving her wand.

"Harry, are you okay?" the pink haired Auror shouted out, as she started to quickly scan the room. "I heard a...uh... bang?" Tonks paused as she finally noticed the two naked forms in front of her; Hermione glistening with sweat and her hair tossed this way and that, with Harry kneeling as if in prayer at Hermione's altar and his face dripping with her love juice. A sardonic, almost wicked smile crept across Tonks's face. But the smile was nothing compared to the devilish look in her eye. Both Hermione and Harry made a weak squeaking noise at that look.