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Leah's Wild Sexual Adventures- Ch. 2

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Chapter Two:::  Leah Fucks Mr. Morton

    Leah awakened the next morning entangled in Nikole's arms.
Gently she pulled herself from Nikole's embrace, smiling as she
thought of last night.   She couldn't believe she had finally gotten
Nikki into bed.   It was a dream cum true.    But today, she had
places to go... people to see.    Dr. Lincoln was expecting her.

    She pressed a soft kiss to Nikole's forehead.    She looked so
very beautiful when she was sleeping.   "Be back later, Nikki," she
whispered, caressing Nikole's hair.  Then Leah hurriedly got dressed,
grabbed her book bag, and was off for her visit with the
gynecologist.    S

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he was very excited when the thought about the
metal stirrups, the bright light, and the speculum being inserted
very deep into her pussy.

     Leah was whistling a happy tune to herself as she was walking
towards the doctor's office on 31st Street.  As she was walking, she
happened to pass the school.   "OMG!" she gasped, seeing Mr. Morton's
car parked right outside the building.   Mr. Morton was here today...
alone in the school building!   This was an opportunity Leah just
could not pass up.    The gynecologist exam could be rescheduled...
it was time to have a little "talk" with Mr. Morton.  Taking a look
around, Leah saw that no one was nearby to see her go into the
school.   She didn't want any one to witness the wickedness she had
planned for the unsuspecting biology teacher.   As she walked
down the hallway toward Mr. Morton's classroom, she began to unbutton
her top, showing some cleavage.   With seduction on her mind, she
went to the door of the classroom, slowly opening it.

     She walked in to see the sexy Mr. Jack Morton at his desk,
looking down at a stack of papers before him.   He always had that
serious expression on his face.   How she longed to rip off his
glasses, as well as his clothes and have her way with him.    This
man was definitely in need of a good fucking... he was just far,
far too serious.    He really needed a long, hard fuck.

     With those thoughts on her mind, Leah began licking her lips,
staring at Mr. Morton like a tasty snack she would like to devour.
He must have felt her hot gaze on him, because he looked up, his dark
blue eyes widening when he saw her there in the doorway.    She was
his favorite student.    He had suspected she had a crush on him, and
he was very flattered.     That's why he had given her the candy
cane.   He was hot for her, too... although he knew it really wasn't
right as she was one of his students.    As a teacher, he would
have to keep his control... but his control was wearing very thin.
He kept thinking about Leah licking on that candy cane again and
again, wishing it was his cock being licked by her tongue.    "Leah,"
he said, meeting her gaze.    "Wh--- what are you doing here?"

     Leah came walking across the floor, moving her body gracefully
and knowing he could not take his eyes off her.   It was obvious he
wanted her as much as she wanted him.    "Class-time is over, Mr.
Morton.   What are you doing here on a Saturday?" Leah asked, looking
at him with vivid desire shining in her gaze.

    "Well, I had several papers that I needed to grade, including
those pop quizzes from Friday and the reports which were handed in on
Wednesday.   I was just working on your paper, Leah.   It looks like
you haven't been doing very well....   Maybe something has been
distracting you from your school work," Mr. Morton said, looking deep
into her eyes.    "I'm afraid you failed the pop quiz.   Its going to
take something drastic to bring your grade up."

      Leah pouted a little, looking at her biology teacher.   She had
known she wasn't doing too hot in biology... after all, all she ever
did was stare at the teacher... and when she wasn't staring at the
teacher, she had her eyes glued onto Nikole.   But to find out she
was failing was a shock....    The only time she ever did well on a
test was when she copied from Nikole's test over her shoulder.

      "Ohhhh my gosh... I just can't believe it," Leah gasped.   "I
can't--- can't get an F in Biology, Mr., Morton.   Nikole and I have
this big camping trip planned up in a couple of weeks.    My parents
won't let me go if I am failing.   Please Mr. Morton... is there
anything I can do to get this grade up?   I promise.... I will work
really, really HARD.   Is there any sort of extra credit I could
do?    Anything at all?"

     Leah was looking at Mr. Morton with a pouting look upon her lovely
face.   She was really trying to persuade him into changing her
grade.... somehow, someway.    She just couldn't flunk... and she
couldn't miss the camping trip with Nikki.    That would totally
break Nikki's heart.   They had been planning it for months now.
Batting her eyelashes and gazing into her teacher's eyes, Leah lay
her hands upon his chest, saying in a whisper, "I will do ANYTHING to
bring my grade up...."

     "Anything?" Mr. Morton said, raising one eyebrow.    "What
exactly would you do, Leah?"

      Leah just let it burst out, no holds barred.   "Well, I've
always wanted to give you a blow job...."

       "You what?" he said in a gasp, nearly falling off his chair.

        "A blow job, Mr. Morton.   I'd like to suck your cock.    I
will give you a blow, if you give me a B in Biology," she said with a
sweet little smile.

        Before he could protest, Leah got down on her knees next to
his chair, her eyes glued to the zipper of his trousers.    She
couldn't wait till she had freed his cock.    She wondered how
big ... and how hard he could get.   She was eager to taste his hot
meat.    That's when she noticed he was getting an erection in his
pants.   "Ohhhh Mr. Morton, what a big cock you've got... please let
me see it," she begged, looking up into his eyes from her place on
the floor.    Reaching up, Leah grabbed his glasses, setting them
aside so she had a nice look at his striking blue eyes.    His eyes
made her melt inside.

        "Leah... uhhhh you gotta stop this," he spoke.   "You are my
student... and I am twice your age...."

         "None of that matters to me, Mr. Morton.    I've always
wanted to fuck you.    You are soooo hot.    Please, I will let you
have me.... if you change my grade.   Please... ohhhh please..." Leah
begged, as she inched his zipper down.

           Mr. Morton swallowed hard, watching as Leah reached into
his trousers, freeing his hardened cock.    He let out a groan as she
began to stroke him.    "You drive a hard bargain, Miss Casteel," he
said with a shudder, feeling her fingers wrap around his cock, making
it throb lustfully.

          "Your cock is so big... so hard.    Will you fuck me with
it?" Leah asked, gazing up into his eyes and licking her lips
erotically.

         Before he could answer, her soft, wet lips were wrapped around
his cock, and she began to slide it into her mouth.    She was
tasting his throbbing meat, teasing and tantalizing it with her
naughty tongue.   "Mmmmmm..." she moaned, pulling more of it down her
throat.    Mr. Morton cried out with pleasure as Leah was sucking on
his cock.    Nothing had ever felt as naughty as this before...   Mr.
Morton could not get enough.     He began to buck his hips, pushing
more of his cock into Leah's waiting mouth.    Leah could not believe
how horny she became when he was throbbing against her tongue.   Her
pussy was suddenly so wet and her clit so aroused.   She wanted Mr.
Morton to fuck her sooo damn bad.

        Mr. Morton finally freed his cock from Leah's suckling mouth
with a popping sound.   He was urgent with his need to fuck her.
He stood up, lifting her up by her arms.    "You wanna get fucked,
don't you?" he asked, with a sexy expression on his face.    Slowly,
Leah nodded.

       "Lift your skirt and take off your panties.   Let me lick your
pussy," he said.

        Leah obeyed her teacher, lifting her demure little skirt and
slipping her panties down her legs, tossing them aside.    "Do you
like what you see?" she said with a sexy smirk, pushing her asscheeks
up against the edge of his desk as her pussy was revealed to his gaze.

        "Ohhh Fuck yeah..." he growled, lifting Leah up in his strong
arms and thrusting everything lying on his desk aside so he could set
her down upon its surface.    Papers went flying, along with his
reading glasses.    Mr. Morton did not care; he had a beautiful naked
girl on his desk with her legs parting for his
pleasure.   "Ohhh  ...   your pussy is so sweet," he groaned, parting
the folds and beginning to lick her.   "Mmmmmm..."

        Leah gasped and started trembling as his tongue snaked out,
licking and tasting her hot, sticky pussy.    Mr. Morton licked her
like a hungry animal, devouring her juicy heat.    He began thrusting
his tongue inside her, hearing her cry out for more.   "Ohhh yes...
YESSSS... that feels soooooo good!" Leah cried out, feeling her pussy
tighten as she was about to cum.

         Mr. Morton began sucking on her clit while thrusting two huge
fingers into her tight, hot pussy.   Leah screamed.   "Ohhh Gawd...
I'm cumming!!!!!!" she cried out, spilling her sticky juices all over
his fingers and tongue.    Mr. Morton lapped it all up hungrily,
watching as a pool of her cum had landed upon the strewn papers which
yet remained on his desk.

        "Bend over my desk," he then commanded, lightly slapping
Leah's ass.    Leah jumped down, bending over the edge of his desk,
waiting eagerly as Mr. Morton stood behind her, his huge, throbbing
cock in hand.    "Ohhh yeah, your pussy is sooo wet," he groaned,
sliding the tip of his cock against the pouting pink lips.    With a
single hard thrust, he speared it inside of her, making her scream.
His was the biggest cock she had ever had.

         "Ohhhh Mr. Morton!!!!" Leah cried out, pushing her ass back
against his pelvis to take more of his hard cock into her tight, slick
heat.    She started screaming in ecstasy as Mr. Morton began to pump
his immense shaft in and out of her greatly-stretched pussy.    She
loved every second of his rough fucking.    She couldn't get enough.
She closed her eyes, hunched over his desk as the intense fucking
continued.   "Ohhh yessss... that's it... make me cum!!!" she was
pleading, feeling her pussy clutching on his cock with each and every
thrust.    Mr. Morton began to fuck her harder and
faster.    "AAAAAA!!!" Leah screamed out, feeling her pussy convulse
as she began cumming fiercely, her clit tingling as the orgasm washed
over her.

        Leah was still clutched in the throes of the powerful orgasm
when Mr. Morton's cock began to spill itself into her wet
depths.    "Fuck!!!!!!!" he yelled, shooting himself into Leah's
receptive body.   He then slowly withdrew, brushing his cock tip
against her lovely ass.    He smeared it with his sperm.

        After a second of catching her breath, Leah turned, looking at
her handsome teacher.   Her fingers came up to his cheek, gently
caressing his skin.    "You're so good..." she whispered.   "No one
has ever fucked me so hard before..."

        "You're a very bad girl, Leah Casteel," said Mr. Morton, still
struggling to breathe after the wild fucking.

         "Yes, I know ...  Do I get the grade?"

         Mr. Morton chuckled, zipping up his pants.   "Well, yes...
you have worked very hard for your B, Miss Casteel.    I almost wish
your little friend Nikki was flunking now..."

         Leah shook her head.   "Ohhh you can't have Nikki.    No one
has had Nikki but me..." Leah said to Mr. Morton's great shock as she
slipped her panties back on and adjusted her skirt.

         Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow.    He would certainly like to
hear more about this... but Leah looked like she had somewhere to
go.... and perhaps somebody else to see.    "Thank you, Mr. Morton...
that was certainly very enlightening... the greatest learning
experience I have had in all my high school years...." said Leah as
she grabbed her book bag and headed toward the door.

         "Leah, where are you going?" Mr. Morton asked, wishing she
did not have to rush off so fast.

          "I got a date with my gynecologist," Leah quipped.   "My
pussy hurts..."

When You're Hot

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    No-one could fault her upbringing, Kindly and attentive father, supportive mother who if anything, erred on the side of conservatism  She got on well with her siblings - an elder sister and younger brother. Neither of whom had set a foot wrong in their journey through adolescence.

     She dressed tastefully, mixed in acceptable social circles and was altogether a credit to her parents, not to mention Braidwood High that she attended in Boulder County

     The only vague disquiet on the Western Front were those infuriating little hormones. Having turned sixteen now, Kirsty was "hot" 24/7 - it was a real curse. Waking up with her hands in her panties was now a regular event as was her newly-found propensity to trawl porn sites

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on her home computer - erotic story posts especially. Problem is, it just made her hotter. Reading about young girls making out with their brothers, their brothers' friends - even their fathers, just made her want to experience such things first hand...as it were. She knew boys at school found her attractive, it was just a matter of orchestrating her own little sex-ed class.

     Her first foray into the realms of the erotic was not entirely fulfilling.
 
     Eric Lander at sixteen was something less than Rhett Butler let's say. As keen as her to encroach upon the hitherto unexplored playing fields, his modus operendi left a lot to be desired.

    "Ouch...take it easy," Kirsty implored as the boy's hand groped her right breast with raw enthusiasm rather than any sense of respectful gentility. Wedged beneath the moveable stairs in the main hall wasn't without its discomfort either.

     "Sorry Kirsty," he muttered, almost perspiring in the confined space. Attempting then to balance his amateurish kissing technique with some less invasive breast therapy, he became aware of needful changes taking place in the area of his crotch as might any schoolboy handed such sexual latitude with so apparently willing a girl.

     The sensation of having her breasts touched for the first time almost made up from Kirsty's perspective at least, for the indelicate treatment being meted out to them. She could feel her nipples hardening all the same and at the point the boy summoned up the courage to slip is hand down her top and actually inside her bra...she gave a small yelp of semi-pleasured surprise.

   "I didn't say you can feel me up under my clothes," she giggled, yet making no attempt to dislodge his fingers from their tour of duty. It was at the point both of them discovered the pleasures inherent in nipple manipulation that things took a turn for the better.

     The kissing became more impassioned, the groping more daring, she even let him undo a couple of buttons of her school-dress which bringing the visuals into play additionally, decidedly upped the ante for young Eric. Able to see what he was now molesting with what you might term 'committed' vigor, quite stirred the lad's fantasies. Crotch-wise, things were on the up and up - Eric needed more!

     Initially embarrassed as all hell, far from regretful at allowing her classmate to extricate her undeniably sexy breasts from their padded restraints, she rather liked the sensation of having them fully on show as they now were and very obviously stimulating her young partner's arousal. She had an overwhelming urge to slip her hand in her panties but retained the presence of mind to recognise that such might not be the most appropriate of actions. Besides - surely Eric himself would make that his own game plan, sooner rather than later?

     Whether the boy lacked the necessary confidence to engage any up-skirt action or he was gripped suddenly by a fear of the unknown is anyone's guess. All Kirsty knew is that despite wriggling her hips invitingly, even to the point of parting her legs just enough to ensure that the hem of her dress rose enticingly up her thighs - Eric's hand remained a no-show. "This never happened to any of the girls in those stories," she thought to herself, bitterly disappointed by the turn of events...or rather lack of events.

     Calling time-out from what amounted now to little more than Eric's primitive lip suction, she pulled the boy's hand out from her bra, manoeuvered her breasts back on-site and doing-up the buttons of her school-dress, told her disbelieving partner that she "had to go home." 

    "Definitely time for Plan B" she told herself.

     As is the case with most sixteen-year old girls, dressed-up to the nines and with some professionally applied mascara, eye-liner and lipstick, no-one would doubt they had reached the age of legality. Being in possession too of her older sister's ID, put the issue firmly beyond question. Exactly what the doorman at the Regency Club on Dorchester was thinking as he handed Kirsty back her ID, was made clear as his eyes took in every rearward curve of the young girl, as she navigated the stairs to the reception area behind him. So sure was she that he was watching her, she swung those sexy little hips with exaggerated tease.

     Walking with what might have appeared to be entrenched confidence to the nearby Victory bar, she ordered a diet Coke and seated herself at one of the small tables along the far wall. Inside, she was anything but 'together' almost trembling with the knowledge she was placing herself in a situation way beyond that which a sixteen-year old schoolgirl was realistically equipped to handle. Still, she reasoned - that was Plan B wasn't it? 

    "Hello Miss," interrupted her reverie. "Don't suppose you would like some company by any chance?"

     Looking-up at the speaker, she rather liked what she saw. A clean cut young man in a business suit - most likely in his early twenties. She smiled at him, "Well actually I was just waiting for a friend." She replied.

    "Male or female?" he asked tentatively, his preference quite obvious.

    "Just a girlfriend," she giggled. 

     The young man looked relieved. "My name's John," he said holding out his hand.

    "I'm Kirsty," she replied, "Pleased to meet you."

    "Look, I'm just here with a few guys from work," he indicated a table the other side of the lounge area, where four men of a similar age were sitting and chatting animatedly. "Would you like to come and sit with us for a while - just till your friend arrives anyway," he added hopefully. "They're all nice guys Kirsty - you're really quite safe." He reassured her.

      She looked up at him. "Might this perhaps be pushing my luck?" she wondered, though with little intent of declining the invitation.

     Four pairs of eyes appraised the well-defined attributes of the young girl as she drew nearer the table. The low-cut top, well fitting skirt (brief as it was) stockinged legs and subtle make-up, merely enhancing the overall appeal. There was at once, a mad scramble to find her a chair. Introductions completed, all present wanted to know where she lived, worked etc.

    "Just in my second year at Uni actually," she lied effortlessly. Knowing sufficient details of her sister's syllabus, she was able to field questions about her courses and University life with ease. Inevitably, the question of her having a full-time boyfriend arose. She bypassed that one with a coy "No special person yet" admission. You could have heard the collective sighs reverberate around the table.

    "Can we get you a drink Kirsty?" enquired the young man who had introduced himself as Mark a little earlier. Agreeing to a bourbon and Coke, she watched bemused as he tried unsuccessfully to carry an armful of drinks back to the table, before accepting an offer from the barman to take a tray.

     Well behaved the group certainly was, though what thoughts they must have been harboring as Kirsty negotiated her third bourbon and Coke can only be guessed at. A couple of the men had dragged their seats either side of her and the rest were performing their very best puppy-dog imitations.

     Though far from drunk, the alcohol had greatly lowered Kirsty's inhibitions whilst heightening her flirtatiousness. Not a man there could wrench his eyes from her cleavage - nor would she have wanted them too if the truth be known.

     Once the likelihood of any 'girlfriend' turning up became suitably remote, the group became even more attentive. Mark even seized the initiative at one stage, touching the girl on the arm one or twice for emphasis during the conversation. Her acceptance of such familiarity was doubtless noted by the other four.

      Halfway through her fourth glass, Kirsty was, if not partially inebriated, then 'happy' by anyone's standards, giggling at the slightest provocation and with a severe list to port.

    "Think I'd better be on my home," she semi-slurred. "Had way more than I should," at which point she generated a spontaneous little 'hic.'

    "Hey, we can drop you home Kirsty," chorused three or four offers simultaneously. Mark's the most poignant.

     Wedged between John and Charles in the back of the Town car they helped her on with her seat belt. If the momentary contact with the underside of her breasts by the back of Charles' hand was anything but 'accidental,' he carried it off well. She felt a blush rising but said nothing. Suddenly she felt the mere schoolgirl she really was, the imminency of so many young males, exciting her as much as the risky situation at hand. 

     They rode for maybe a mile without conversation, then feeling obliged to make some comment, she turned to John just as he inclined his head towards her. It was as it happened just a brief kiss - a teaser if you will, but given the confined space in that car, the alcoholic over-ride and the blueprint that Nature set down eons ago, it wasn't to stay brief. 

     Not even bothering to resist, she let him kiss her again, a lot more passionately this time - his heart was really in it. She felt a hand grasp her arm and turning her head, had time for but a fleeting gasp of surprise before Charles' lips closed over hers. His kiss was longer and deeper and she felt herself floating with the outgoing tide - maybe it was incoming!

    "Nooo," she mumbled, breaking off from Charles' lips, not really wanting to but feeling the obligation to at least dislodge John's hand from her breast.

    "Let me Kirsty," he muttered, "You really are so hot. I promise I won't hurt you."

     With Charles guiding her wonderfully sexy little lips back to his own mouth and her own hormones running on super-high octane themselves, she managed but a fully non-committal sigh and sank back against the car's upholstery. Re-establishing contact with her breast, John began fondling the softness beneath which caused Kirsty to murmur in between kisses.

    "Hey, cut that out guys," Mark yelled, having noticed the trio's performance in the car's rear-vision mirror. "That's so totally unfair on us three here," he bewailed.

    "Keep your eyes on the road Mark," John chided him. "We're just making sure she doesn't go to sleep," he laughed. 

     Kirsty was feeling many things, not the least of which was total disorientation. Kissing both Charles and John alternately now, she felt both their hands on her breasts and the sensations afforded them was making her gasp with escalating pleasure. Her sense of self-preservation dulled by both the alcohol and the shared kissing, she allowed them the latitude they needed to maul her young breasts every which way. Even when John seized the initiative and slipping his hand down her top began kneading her small nipples between his thumb and forefinger, she began to wriggle involuntarily on the seat, unaware of the fact this was causing her hem-line to inch higher. So far as being molested was concerned, Kirsty had no illusions now that two men's hands down her breasts were a vastly more effective proposition than a sixteen-year old schoolboy's clueless fumblings.

      It was Julian's imploring "Get them right out guys, lets see her nipples," that re-aligned the playing field. Leaning over the front seat decidedly the worse for wear alcoholically, he nevertheless could still recognise a searingly hot opportunity when it presented itself - especially one supposes, in the back seat.

      Still with sufficient awareness to gauge her predicament, Kirsty grasped at her top with a shrill "Nooo, don't undress me," as John endeavored to free up the top few buttons of her blouse. Her resistance was half-hearted though and with Charles kissing her senseless, she just melted between them and permitted their hands free rein. Pulling aside the gaping material, Kirsty's bra was fully exposed now and slipping a couple of fingers each, beneath the bra cups themselves they tugged the somewhat skimpy little protector sufficiently high that her breasts were fully exposed to all but Mark who was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his driving skills.

    "God she looks like a young schoolgirl," Julian almost wheezed. Had he known the truth he would have alighted from the car at the next stoplight.  The fact is though, her breasts did look like those of a rather young girl - mind you, no-one was complaining.

     Right that second, Charles lowered his head and began suckling her left nipple. She felt what might have been a sharp electrical discharge, yet was powerless to stop a small moan from escaping her lips, even as the shock-wave travelled the highway south, right to the buffers between her legs. She would have been no more able to back-out at this juncture than she could translate "Hey Jude" into Japanese.

     Occasionally one sees things when out driving that make it all worth while. So it was for the occupant of the grey Camry as it pulled up for the stop light at Eastern and  Rockwell. Cursing his luck in missing the light, the middle-aged driver let his gaze wander to the car on the right. Able to make out clearly the young girl wedged between her two male companions in the rear set, he had a momentarily perfect view of her exposed breasts and the fact that the man on her right was sucking her nipple with undisguised relish. Given additionally that her co-partner appeared to be pulling and fully mistreating her left nipple while two other men leaned across from the front seat intent on further mischief, it is no surprise that he had barely mouthed the words "What the F---?" when the Lincoln accelerated through the intersection leaving him doubting his sanity

     Whether they had ever intended to take her home first is a moot point. When a young girl is riding in the back seat of a car willingly with five men, two of whom have her breasts out sucking her nipples silly, then you gotta be thinking at the very least a temporary stopover. Julian certainly was when he muttered, "C'mon guys lets take her back to my place, it's just fifteen to twenty minutes from here."

     Suckling a young student was certainly paying dividends for John's libido but the real prize he knew lay but inches distant, up inside the hem of that sexy little skirt.  Figuring to take the offensive, he kissed her with even greater passion, at the same time slipping his hand well up between the girl's thighs.

      The sensation of the young man's hand against the inside of her leg as it worked its way further within the forbidden zone should have set alarm bells ringing. All it did though was make her hotter than hell and other than a brief "Noooo, please not there" which achieved nothing but an increase in each participants' desire, she merely spread her legs wider. 

     Reaching her panties, John was one happy little Vegemite. ('Aussieism' for the benefit of North American and European readers. It pertains to the satisfaction a child derives from munching on a yummy vegemite sandwich)

      Kirsty's earlier embryonic moans now assumed a more permanent state of outbound pleasure as both men began rubbing her panties in earnest, taking turns to delineate the lips of her pussy the full depth between her legs. She knew she was wet - they most assuredly had discovered the fact too!

     Moaning like a total slut, that for all intents and purposes she was right that moment, Kirsty had her legs spread to the maximum that tight little skirt would allow, her cream colored panties on full view as both men rubbed her pussy and felt her up from neck to knee. Still letting them kiss her passionately, all she cared about was prolonging this attention to her body just as long as she could. Whether she was on the way home or to the nearest Motel she really didn't care.

     "Oh Jesus," Julian was muttering, his body contorted across that front seat along with Patrick's beside him, as they took in the awesomely arousing sight of the young girl's degradation just four feet away.

     Exactly what psychological damage was done that day, at the point they drew up level with a packed school-bus on the freeway may never be known. Several sixth-grade girls on the right hand side however had their hands to their mouths in total shock as they caught a fleeting glimpse of John's hand sliding its way inside the near naked girl's panties, sufficient that a crop of the teenager's dark pubic curls were visible to the young schoolgirls. One presumes the driver was spared any such distraction since the bus remained wholly within its lane at all times.

     Inside the Lincoln, everything to Kirsty was little more than hazy now. The cumulative effect of those four bourbons had conspired to blot out any and all resistance. The hands caressing her breasts, sliding inside her panties and beginning now to finger her, were driving her crazier by the minute. Both Charles and John were harboring erections that might have done John C Holmes proud, and even as Mark took exit 48 that ran directly into Pinewood Drive, they had Kirsty across their knees, unzipping her skirt with frenzied deliberation. Clad only in her panties and stockings and breathing heavily, having Julian reach across and fondling her ass lewdly was just the icing on the cake. She wiggled her rear-end in appreciation of their collaborative efforts.

     Moments later the car swung into 22 Pinewood and even before the automatic door had closed behind them, Charles and John had those sexy little panties down to her knees, the stockings but a memory.

    Plan B had been nothing short of inspirational she had to admit!

    To be continued.

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Naruto 2

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Hinata wake's up and see Naruto laying next to her. She push's Naruto onto his back. She see that Naruto is nude. Hinata smile as she think's of how to wake up Naruto so she can have three orgasm before she goes to training. Hinata move's down to his cock and start sucking on it. While she is giving Naruto a blow job, she feels him moving around. She look's up at him and notice that he isn't awake yet, so she start sucking harder and faster. Naruto start cumming as Hinata start swallowing his cum. After she was done, Naruto was looking down at her and she notice that he was still rock hard. Hinata push's Naruto down and sit's down on his face. Naruto start sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. As he start sucking her clit, he slides two finger in and out of her pussy. Naruto sta

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rt sucking harder and faster as he move's his finger in and out faster.
Hinata start moaning loud enough to be heard outside. Naruto take's his finger's out of her pussy. He slide's tongue in and out of her pussy as Hinata start having her orgasm.
Naruto swallow it all down. Hinata get's up and look's at him then smile's.

Hinata what are you doing? " I'm going to have some more fun." But I need to get to training. "So do I but you need to give me two more orgasm before we leave." Hinata got up and sat down on Naruto cock. Hinata start moving up and down on his cock, as she hold's him.. Hinata ride's harder and faster as her tits bounce up and down. Naruto can't move much as Hinata is bouncing up and down on his cock. She smile's down at him as she ride's him harder and faster. When Hinata came down one last time she started having her second orgasm. They rolled over where Hinata was laying on her back and her legs wrapped around Naruto waist. As Naruto was slamming his cock in and out of her she was moaning, telling Naruto to fuck her harder. Naruto was fucking Hinata as hard and as fast as he could. As he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Hinata started having her third orgasm. As Hinata is coming down from her orgasm Naruto is still fucking her as hard as can. Naruto slam's into Hinata one last time as he cum's inside her.

As Naruto get's up and start getting dress. "Naruto that was wonderful." I know Hinata. But I need to be getting to training with the rest of my team. "Ok Naruto but I might be back tonight thought." Hinata I need to some sleep, I can't keep on satisfying you. "That is what you are to be doing Naruto, or did you forget that your are mine for life." No I haven't forgot that Hinata. They are both dress and go different way to their team's. After training was over Hinata walked over to where Naruto was at. When she found Naruto caught him flirting with Sakura. Hinata wanted to go over there and beat up Sakura for flirting with Naruto, but she thought of something else to do. So Naruto wouldn't flirt with any other girls. Hinata is waiting for Naruto at his place. When Naruto gets home and walks thought the door, he see Hinata standing there as he close the
door. "Naruto I saw you flirting with Sakura ." Hinata that's all that happen nothing else."Well I'm going to make sure you don't flirt with no other girls." Naruto started laughing. You must be joking Hinata. Hinata slapped him across the face knocking Naruto on the ground. Hinata grabbed a belt and start beating Naruto with it. "You stupid bitch you are mine that means you don't look at or flirt with any other girls." "Do I make myself clear you stupid bitch." As Hinata was hitting him harder. Yes Hinata I wouldn't look at or flirt with any other girls. Hinata just hit him harder. "How do I know your not just lying to me bitch." She is hitting him as hard as she can. I will do whatever you want me to do Hinata. Hinata just smile's as she hit Naruto one last time. "Your going to quit talking to Sakura, the only time you talk to her is when it deals with the team."

"If I caught you talking to any girl other than Sakura, I will beat you so hard you think I went easy on you this time bitch." She hit him again with the belt. Ok Hinata I wouldn't talk to any other girls or flirt with them. "Now strip bitch" Naruto just stood there. Hinata started hitting him again. "Do I have to hit you for you to listen to me bitch" Naruto started to get undress. No Hinata you don't have to hit me for me to listen. "Let's see then take my pants and panties off then start eating my pussy bitch." Naruto move over to Hinata and started taking her pants and panties off. Once Hinata was naked on the bottom half,Naruto started eating her pussy. Hinata put her legs on his shoulder's where he was holding up her weight. "OH yes, you better not flirt with any other girls bitch." Naruto kept sucking on her clit. Hinata had an orgasm and came all over Naruto face. Hinata start to get dress, after she was dress. She sat down on the bed. "Let;s go to sleep bitch." Hinata I thought we were going to have sex. " We would of but you wanted to flirt with Sakura, so now we are going to sleep." Naruto got in bed. As they were laying down Naruto started playing with her tit's. "Bitch keep your hands to yourself. I don't want you touching me the rest of the night." Hinata looked over and saw that Naruto had fell asleep. Hinata smile as she grabbed a collar and put it around Naruto neck. Hinata fell asleep smiling.

Naruto woke up thinking what happen last night was a dream, until he saw Hinata laying there still dressed. Hinata woke as Naruto was getting up to go to the bathroom.
Hinata heard him scream because she knew he seen the collar. Hinata why did you put this on me. "So everyone know I own you bitch. Now get over here and take my pants and panties off." Naruto went over to Hinata and took her pants and panties off. She laid down and Naruto started eating her pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. Hinata was moaning as Naruto slide two finger into her pussy and sucking on her clit. Hinata was smiling because she knew Naruto would be hard all day. Hinata was moaning and wrapped her legs around his head. "Oh yes that feels wonderful bitch.' Hinata started moaning as she had her orgasm. She unwrapped her legs and Naruto stood up getting ready to fuck her. "Ok bitch get dressed we need to go to training." Hinata but I haven't cum yet. Hinata grabbed the belt and started hitting him. "What did I just tell you to do bitch." Naruto started to get dressed. After they were dress and outside they went their different ways, as Hinata was smiling knowing Naruto was hers.

to be CONTINUED with part three

Midnight Snack

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Night had fallen for ACDC Town and the lights were out, and children were sound asleep. Parents were just finishing up a few chores before making the trip to bed themselves. A few streetlights were on as some denizens walked along in the night.

Inside the Hikari household, Haruka Hikari was resting on the couch with a bit of wine in her hand, feeling the effects of having a few friends over. Her son, and hero of Electopia Lan was already sleeping. Haruka sat with a sad face, reminiscing about fond times that she just had. Oh it was quite the get together with her girlfriends. Mrs Sakurai and Ayano had been over and the group chatted for hours while sipping some potent wine that the former brought. It felt good to just hanging out after taking care of the houses and their chil
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dren for so long. Many topics came up, before settling on their love lives. Talks of how the husbands provided both financially and romantically became the main focus for the next while. The women laughed, but inside Mrs Hikari felt a bit of loneliness, since her husband was often away because of his job. Eventually, more interesting topics came up. Mixed with the amount of wine consumed, the women began to feel hot. Mrs Sakurai and Ayano however left, bidding Haruka farewell with smiles on their faces, not even bothering to hide what was going to happen next. Once again, Mrs Hikari felt lonely, and now she was feeling aroused too. Oh how she longed for pleasure! Granted she could masturbate or the like, but at heart, she was always a bit dirty. During the few times that Dr. Hikari was home, the two would have rampant sex. Many things happened, but what Haruka loved more than anything was a cock in her mouth. Suckling on a hard rod until it burst in her mouth or on her face with thick, ropey cum, that was her true fetish.

Mrs Hikari’s eyes began to glaze as her desire for cock climbed. However there was one problem, she couldn’t get any! Her husband was away and she wouldn’t dare go after another man. She grumbled while gently dragging her hand along her violet shirt, rubbing her large breasts to a point where her nipples began to poke.
“Oh what do I do?” she groaned in her thoughts, There is no man around here, the only person closest to that is Lan.

Her eyes widened, and her body tingled. She shook her head.

“No! He my son! That just horrible!” she scolded, but her lust was now tenfold.

She argued in her mind, but her body was causing her morals to falter. Her need of a cock in her mouth was vital, she would go insane without one.

“Ohh it wrong, but I NEED this!” she shouted, coming to a decision while standing up.

She walked away from the couch, silently moving along the living room since she had no sandals. She came up to the stairs, took a breath and slowly crept up. One step after another, each passing second was agony to the horny adult. After an eternity, she was upstairs, and by Lan’s room. Lucky for her, the door was open. She let out her breath and slowly walked inside, carefully moving to his bed. She looked to the computer and saw that his PET was off. Haruka nodded to herself, and put her delicate fingers under the covers. She looked at her son, sleeping blissfully. Mrs Hikari smiled, noting for the first time how handsome her son was. He was brave too, saving the world from peril many times, a hero to everyone. She slowly pulled the covers back while nodding. Even if this was wrong, Lan deserved a reward for his efforts.

After a minute of careful movements, the covers were pulled back to Lan’s ankles. Now for the next part. Haruka’s hands went to her son’s shirt and pushed it up a bit, revealing Lan’s slightly toned belly. Finally, her hands went under his waistband and began to pull down. Her fingers slid to his sides, helping her carefully reveal her son’s lower abdomen. Seconds passed, and more flesh was revealed. Mrs Hikari gasped when she was finished, gazing upon Lan’s penis and testicles, well sized for a boy his age.

“Mayl is going to be one lucky girl.” Haruka thought as she licked her finger, and began to work her charms.
Mrs Hikari lifted up her son’s cock head with two fingers and began to run her other finger, the wet one up and down the backside. She did this for a while, and smiled when she felt Lan’s dick began to swell. Longer and thicker it became, to the point where she could wrap her fist around her son’s cock and still suckle on the head a little. Mrs Hikari was filled with joy as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, masturbating Lan for a bit, which caused his breathing to rise a bit. She didn’t worry about waking him, her son was always a very heavy sleeper.

“Wow, I’m actually doing this, jacking my son off!” she thought, “It’s so wrong, but I love it!”

She kept this up, and after a while, pre cum formed on the tip of Lan’s cock.

“This is it!” she thought while removing her hand and putting it at the bottom of her shirt, “Lan, as of now, I’m no longer your mom, I’m just a dirty whore who loves to suck cock, even her own son’s. I’m a slut. Plain and simple. However, I’m not just any slut, oh no. This body of mine, it belongs to you and your daddy, and with it, I’m going to give you two studs endless pleasure!”

With that, she pulled up her shirt, springing her bountiful tits free from their braless prison. Her jugs bounced in the air as she slowly moved onto the bed, positioning her mouth over her son’s dick.

She went down, engulfing the whole thing into her mouth as she began to suckle. Up and down she went, sucking Lan’s cock for all it was worth. Oh the taste of it, how invigorating. She popped it out and began to lick his dick like a lollypop, swirling around the tip of the head with her tongue’s end. Haruka heard a groan from her son, and smiled while jacking his cock.

“Get ready Lan!” she thought, “Time for the end!”

Her hands went to her breasts, spreading them apart while she lowered them to her son’s member. Slowly, she put the monster between her globes and closed them tight, preparing for her favourite technique, tit fucking. She slid her chest up and down, groaning quietly as Lan’s dick swelled a little. Pre cum leaked onto a tit, signalling the end was near. Haruka too was feeling her own orgasm building as she continued her fucking. Their breathing picked up, and they groaned in unison. Mrs Hikari squeezed her legs together as her pussy exploded with juices, soaking through her panties. During this, Lan ejaculated with immense force, shooting gobs and gobs of white cum. Haruka opened her mouth as a few shots landed inside, the rest flew into her hair and onto her large breasts. She swallowed it, relishing the taste before releasing Lan’s dick from her breasts, carefully pulling his pants up and putting his blankets over. Mrs Hikari began to walk out, her own juices leaving a wet trail as she looked back.

“Wow!” she thought while bringing up her hand, some of her son’s cum present on her fingers, “I did it,I got myself off to my own child, I should be ashamed of myself.”

She stared at her hand for a moment longer, then smirked.

“But it was so liberating,” she stated mentally, “And I know Lan enjoyed it too, though he was probably thinking of Mayl.”

Haruka shrugged her shoulders, “Oh well, either way this is definitely a night I will remember.”

She licked the cum off her fingers and slowly closed his door, before wandering off to her own room for a well deserved sleep.

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Steve was sitting in the reception waiting to see miss smith the manager the warehouse she was doing his interview for a position in the warehouse she came out of her office Steve’s jaw dropped when he saw her. She did not look any thing as he had expected her to. He thought she looked so hot Miss Smith walked over to Steve she introduced herself and asked him to go in to her office Steve walked in and sat down. Miss Smith sat down at her desk she said I am sorry your interview is so late in the day every one has gone home but it has been such a busy day. Steve replied I do not mind and handed her his c.v and references Miss Smith took his them she sat back in her chair to read them. She asked him if he minded working over time when needed Steve replied that is fine he was happy t

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o Miss Smith got up and walked over to her coffee machine she asked Steve if he would like a coffee. Steve said no thank you I am fine. miss smith poured a coffee then she dropped the spoon on the floor as she bent over to pick it up Steve caught a glimpse of her panties. She stood back up and walked over to her desk and sat on the edge she leant forwards to give Steve his c.v back as she did he could see her firm and full breasts. Steve put his hands on his lap to cover up his huge erection but Miss Smith had already noticed. She sat back down in her chair is there any you would like to ask me about the job before I show you around Steve. He replied not that I could think of at the moment miss smith. She turned to Steve and smiled. Miss Smith got up and said if you would like to follow me, I will show you around now. They both got up Steve followed Miss Smith out of the office. She showed him the warehouse they walked through Steve was walking behind Miss Smith as he still had his erection. As they got to the far end of the warehouse Miss Smith turned round to Steve she, UN buttoned her blouse exposing her breasts Steve could not believe it he stammered what are you doing Miss Smith. She looked at him and said I know what you want I can see your erection. Steve replied yes I want you I just never thought this would happen. Miss Smith undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off him then finished taking her own blouse off. She kissed Steve hard on the lips as she did Miss Smith unzipped his trousers releasing his erect cock from his trousers. As he stood there she knelt down on the floor and kissed and licked Steve’s cock all the way down the shaft till she reached his balls miss smith then sucked and kissed his balls Steve moaned as she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck slowly Steve placed his hands on the back of her head. Pushing his cock further in her mouth Miss Smith sucked deeper and harder. Steve moaned again as he started Cumming in Miss Smith’s mouth she greedily drunk every drop of his cum then she then stood up. Steve took her hand they walked over to a desk in the corner of the warehouse. Steve lifted Miss Smith on to the desk he pulled her skirt up to her waist then pulled her panties down. Then pushed her legs apart he began lapping at her wet pussy. She sat back she moaned as Steve sucked and nibbled on her clit. Steve then darted his tongue in and out of her pussy he felt her tense up as she cum all over his tongue. He stood up and they kissed again passionately. Steve pressed his cock against Miss Smith’s wet pussy teasing her clit with the head of his cock Steve slowly pushed his cock inside her wet pussy she moaned as his cock entered her. Steve began to thrust in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He thrust harder as Miss Smith moaned louder Steve grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard he could feel Miss Smith cum repeatedly as he was fucking her on the desk it seemed like forever they had been fucking and soon Steve’s cock exploded his hot cum in side her. Steve leant on the desk for a few minutes then pulled his cock out and stood there he smiled at Miss Smith as she stood up she put her panties back on, pulled her skirt back down, and then put her blouse back on. Miss Smith turned to Steve and told him he had got the job but there would be quite a bit of over time so they would have to work alone quite a bit. Steve replied that is fine I like being alone with you then smiled then he left.

One Night

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(For Matthew) 

 

 

  We were sitting in my living room watching some crappy film on TV. I’d lost the plot after 10 minutes but was happy to sit with his arm wrapped around my shoulders and my hand slowly inching its way up his thigh. As the end credits rolled up the screen he turned his face towards around for a kiss. However instead of the normal brief lip bump kiss we normally did I softened my lips and opened my mouth up slightly. He responded to this instantly by moving the end of his tongue between my lips, pushing his way into my mouth. I wra

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pped my arms around him and deepened the kiss. As we french kissed he pushed me down until we were lying horizontally on the sofa. He moved his hand under my t-shirt, feeling my red basque I had put on especially as I knew he liked it. His hand reached my breast and I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body to my pussy. I arched up against him. He pulled my t-shirt off and went to bite my breast through the fabric of my basque. I moved my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it off, throwing it across the room before running my hands over his back, pressing myself against him as he pulled the cup down to get at my breast with his mouth. I moaned as he started to suck my nipple into his mouth while running his other hand down my body. He undid the top button of my jeans. I moved my hand to stop him undoing the zipper.

 

   “There’s no rush, go slowly” I say, kissing along his cheek to his ear, sucking his earlobe into my mouth. He moaned and pushed down against me. I felt his cock against my thigh through both of our jeans. He moved his hands to my back, unfastening the clasps of my basque. I kissed all round his face as he did this, once the clasps were all undone he slid the straps down my arms and took it off, letting it drop down the side of the sofa. He kissed all around my collarbone and down over my breasts, avoiding contact with my nipples. I felt my nipples harden with need for attention as I ran my hands over his shoulders and back. He licked the fingers of his left hand and ran them over my left nipple. He blew gently onto me and I moaned at the sensation. He then lowered his mouth gently licking me with the point of his tongue.

 

   For five minutes he continued this alternating between breasts as I lifted my hips up against him to feel his hard cock between my legs. When his hand moved to my zipper again I didn’t stop him. Instead I lifted my hips as he pulled my trousers down, revealing my red thong. He moved back up so our faces were level and kissed me, moving his tongue in circles around my mouth before using his teeth to catch my tongue and suck it gently into his mouth. I had my hands on his lower back but quickly went to undo his jeans and roughly pulled them off him. He started to kiss his way down my body, taking his time to kiss all around my stomach until his mouth reached the top of my thong. His fingers moved slowly down over my thong, I felt his fingers move over my clit and moved to encourage more stimulation. However he moved downwards to run his fingers back and forth over my pussy teasingly. I moaned and moved my hips, trying to get him to penetrate me with his fingers. He slowly slid one finger into me as he returned to kiss me on the mouth. He slid his finger in and out of me slowly as he used his thumb to gently stoke my clit.

 

   I moved my hands to the top of his head and gently pushed down, directing him to what I wanted. He took the hint and kissed down my body again, using his free hand to remove my thong. He withdrew his hand from inside me and ran his tongue over my slit, barely touching me at all. I moved down the bed a fraction, trying to increase the sensation, however he then moved down as well, determined to run the show. I smiled, knowing what I had planned next and how out of control he would be.  He moved his tongue slowly around my clit. I moaned loudly and moved my hands to my breasts, running my hands over and particularly circling my nipples. His tongue darted out teasingly at my clit while his fingers returned to thrust inside of me.  I moved my hand to his head, pushing it closer to my cunt. He took the hint and sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue circling. I felt my orgasm building up inside of me as he continued, gradually getting faster and harder. I felt the waves of pleasure radiate out from my pussy through my body. I lay as still as possible in order to feel every bit of my orgasm as much as possible. As I relaxed, my body still twitching randomly, he kissed his way back up my body until he reached my mouth. Shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, he lined his cock up with my pussy. As I felt him start to push his cock against me, I moved my hips.

 

   “Not yet” I move kissing down his body stopping, just above where the head of his cock was resting against his stomach. I pushed him over onto his back, pushing his hands above his head. I reached under the pillow and grabbed the tie from my dressing gown I had hidden there earlier. As I kissed him, I put his hands together and wrapped the cord around tying it tightly around. I moved off him, stood up and moved to the side of the sofa. I took the remained of the cord and tied it around the speaker stand. I stood by his head, where I knew he could see what I was doing, and ran my hands over my body, before moving them between my legs. I slid my fingers deep inside me. He moaned and tugged on the tie, testing how far it could stretch. He licked his lips as I stepped closer to the sofa. I ran my free hand up his leg. When I reached his balls I moved my hand downwards, running a finger between his balls and arsehole. His hands reached down, trying to get at his cock but he couldn’t reach. I lent over and blew gently on the head of his cock. He jerked up towards me, trying to get his cock in my mouth. I stopped fingering myself and used both hands on him. As I moved my hands up and down I turned them in different directions slightly. He moaned loudly at this and I felt his cock twitch and grow even bigger in my hands.

 

   I bent my head down and moved my tongue around the head of his cock as I removed one of my hands. I moved one hand up and down the shaft as I used my tongue on the head. He moaned loudly, I smiled as I continued to suck him off. I moved one hand down towards his arsehole. He wiggled away from me so I stopped. What I was doing for a second. I stood up and walked over to the little table besides the sofa. I bent over knowing he could see me, enjoying every moment as I knew my arse was one of my best features and it drove him wild. I removed my rabbit vibrator from the draw, I turn it onto a low power and run it up and down his body, slowly, teasingly. His hips thrust up involuntarily. I giggle lightly as I again bend to take his cock into my mouth holding the vibrator against his balls. I felt the vibrators through him in my mouth. I felt him swell inside my mouth as his orgasm came closer. When I sensed he was close to coming I moved away again.

“Please” He begged.

 

   I untied him and he pushed me over onto my back, he used his hand to push my legs apart and drove his cock into me in one powerful thrust. I gasped with the pleasure of it. He reached out and pinned my hands above me head with one of his, running his other hand over my breasts roughly. I moaned and arched against him as he started thrusting hard inside me. He reached round for my vibrator and turning onto high power pushed it up into my arse. I resisted, trying to avoid it for a few minutes but he was having none of it. He kept applying pressure until I gave in and the vibrator slid into me. I felt a little pain but that feeling was soon replaced by pleasure as he started to slide slowly in and out of me until I adjusted to the feeling of being completely filled. When he felt me respond to his thrusts he started to thrust harder again, causing me to wrap my legs around his back in order for his cock to hit my clit as he moved. I started moving against him faster causing him to speed up. I felt another orgasm building up inside me as he thrust inside me, moving harder and faster every minute. He let go of my hands and propped himself up further to get a deeper thrust. I wrapped my hands around his back digging my nails into him as I felt my orgasm hit me. I cried out loudly, throwing my head back and screaming in pleasure. He thrust deeply inside me and moaned from deep in his throat. I felt his come shooting deep inside me, warming me. He collapsed onto me, pinning me to the sofa with his body. I smiled sleepily up at him.

“Good film huh”

Midnight at the Cinema

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Kelsey (18) had been working at Regal Cinemas for about 3 months now. She didn't hate the job, but she didnt particularly like it. It was really boring just taking and selling tickets. It took time away from her gymnastics, which she was extremely good at. Also a lot of the customers hit on her. She didn't like that.  She did not even understand why these strangers that knew nothing about her personality did it, she was not that pretty; atleast she didn't think so. She was 5' 6", dirty blond hair, brown hair down to her neck, C-cup, not much of a stomach althought she was constantly dieting, and an extremely tight pussy. Kelsey was a virgin and had never had sex before. She had come pretty close to it with her ex-boyfriend and the night before they had planned t

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o do it, she found out he was cheating on her and broke up with him. She was almost sorry she had broken up with him as she was kind of looking forward to it. All of her friends had done it multiple times and she was the only one who hadn't. The closest she had come to it was a finger from her ex, but that was not enough.

Kelsey was no slut, but she did have needs as a woman.  Kelsey liked to enjoy relationships and always wanted longer term relationships, which she thought sex may ruined if she let a guy have his way with her too soon. But for the time being she was single and slightly horny (which she would never admit).

One night at Regal, around 11 PM just before she was to leave she went to say goodbye to a couple of her friends that also worked there. She enjoyed flirting with them at work and always made a special effort to say goodbye to them before she left. She liked all of them about the same. Matt(18) was so charming and always said the right thing to make her smile.

Mike (19) had the most amazing body she had ever seen and she knew he was really strong.
James (18) had this certain vibe about him and she didn't really know what it was that attracted her to him, but 
she had been attracted to him since she had started working there.

She found them all hanging out in the employee lounge downstairs. 

"hey guys, i'm about to leave just thought i'd say goodbye to you guys"

"Oh, thats too bad. Jeff [the boss] just told us we had to clean the lounge and none of us know how to clean."

Kelsey looked around. The place was a mess. She knew she had to help them. She agreed to help before she left and the four of them got to work cleaning. As she cleaned she became more  and more horny and almost died when Mike took off his shirt. She wondered if it was time to take the friendship to the next level with Mike.

As Mike was sweeping, Kelsey bent down low pretending to scrub a spot on the floor, letting her bright pink thong show. She could tell Mike starring at her tight small ass, move up and down as she scrubbed. She could also tell Mike was getting horny as she saw the bulge in his pants rise. Then out of no where Matt came over a smacked her ass. She got up indignantly.

"Who did that?"

Mike pointed to Matt and Matt pointed back at him. 

 She quickly and suddenly decide she was ready.

In a loud voice she said "well who ever just did that better come over her and give me a good fuck, as I am sick of silly boys slapping my ass and not man enough to finish the job."

Matt quickly said it was him and grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and lay her on the table. He even more quickly took off his pants. As he did this Mike and James looked on. He then slowly pulled down Kelsey tight pants and inserted his 7" cock into her pussy (moving her pink thong to one side). It took about 2 mins to get it in as Kelsey was so incredibly tight. Once Matt had done so, the other two knew it was on. James whipped out his cock and inserted it into Kelsey mouth. Mike's 8" cock was soon titty fucking her. About the same time they all climaxed. James busted a huge load into her mouth. Kelsey did not miss a beat though, she swallowed it and sucked his dick dry, moving next to his balls. Matt let a load go right in her pussy and she loved it. She was riding up and down up on his cock as if she had been doing it all her life. She loved the feel of his juices all inside of her. She loved his cock slide into her as she played with her clit. She did have to tell him to stop for a second so her own juices could come out. As the last of the cum left her body, Mike let the biggest load of cum she had ever seen onto her breasts. She was having the best time of her life, when suddenly Jeff knocked on the door. Jame and Mike grabbed their clothes and ran out the back exit. Matt carried Kelsey (still inserted in her) into a closet and closed the door. Seconds after the closet was closed Jeff entered the room. He took a quick look around and left. By this time Kelsey had gotten off Matt and the two of them stood quietly in the closet.

"Look at this Matt"

Kelsey lifted her leg (still standing) and put it behind her head. Matt stood up and while kelsey was in this position, inserted his dick into her. She could change the enjoyment by moving her leg to different positions. After her pussy was completely ravaged and one could say almost destroyed she asked if Matt would give it to her in the ass. He said ok and it took a while to stretch her tight butthole to the size of his cock, but once it had, she bent down like a dog a took it for the longest time. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa matt you feel so good in me! Fuck me harder!"

Matt had never fucked a girl so hard, but he had known all along kelsey was different. By the end, Kelsey's bright pink thong was destroyed and so was she, but they later agreed they would have to clean the lounge more often. 

 

The Doctor and Misses Henderson (SUPER SEXY)

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The doctor comes to the waiting room and asks for Misses Henderson.
Misses Henderson was a very thin, shapely woman. She always wore the finest clothing and she also always smelled very nice. She was one of his personal favorite patients.

She stands and follows him to his office as he asks her how she is doing today.
She would be limping slightly in her high heel shoes. No blood would be seen, but she seemed in pain.
Once they were in his office she told him why she was coming in today.

"Doctor I dont know what is wrong with my leg! It's a shooting pain that goes all the way from here,"
She leaned over to touch the top of her foot, and moved her fingers then slowly back up the black colored panty hose showing him where the line of pain

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would radiate.
She moved them all the way up past her knee and stopped just below her inner thigh.
"See it hurts all the way up here"
She told him as she moved her fingers along.


The doctor took note of the area she showed him, moving towards her he placed his hand on her thigh where she showed him. "Does this hurt here?" He pressed down on her skin gently.
"It's a little further in Doctor", she spread her legs open a bit more so he could examine the area.
"Here, hop up on the table, spread your legs a bit for more for me". The doctor told her.


She was of course completely comfortable with the doctor being so close, he was a doctor, everyone trusts their doctor.
"Right here." She told him once she was on the edge of the table.
She moved his hand to her pubic bone on the left side, putting his fingers against the crease between her pussy and her leg.
"Right there, it's so bad I can hardly stand it!
What do you think caused it?
Do you think maybe I stepped on something?"

 

"That is entirely possible" He told her before she placed his hand so close to her pussy, he got the sudden urge to move her panties to the side, and dip his fingers inside of her. But the protective cover of her panty hose would have made this an impossible option anyway. He resisted the urge,  biting his lips slightly as he looked up her skirt and thought to himself a sexual thought perhaps.
He pulled his hand away, telling her, "You may have sprained your groin, I'm going to need you to remove your clothing and lie face down on the table please."
As he told her this he turned his back to her, she thought for privacy.
Which she nodded and began to unbutton her skirt and undo her belt, then sliding the panty hose down her legs she stepped out of them and removed the rest of her clothing, and then she lay across his table, ass towards him.


As he had turned around away from her, as if he had to fill out some papers, he actually pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it with his hand a few times, trying to make the rock hardness go away.
He held his hand still and asked her, "Are you lying on your stomach?"
she told him "Yes" and he couldnt stand but to quickly pump his hand up and down his cock a few times before putting it away and turning himself towards her, quickly regaining his composure.

As soon as he saw her bare, tight little ass, and then her shaved pussy hiding beneath he just knew his dick stood straight out from his body.. he walked up behind her and placed his warm hands against her sides, and lower back/upper buttocks.
"I'm going to to try something to see if it hurts okay" As he said that he put his hand on her pussy, reaching underneath her.
"Here, does this hurt?" He rubbed it back and forth feeling her clit and the hardness of it, he could hardly keep himself from pushing two fingers deep in her, but he knew if he played his cards right she was going to be his and not even know it.


She felt his hand rubbing against her now bare pussy, "No that doesnt hurt there, it's more towards the inside of my leg," she opened her legs slightly more then.

As he put his hand over the spot that hurt her he asked "It hurts more on the side here?" when he put his hand on her she answered, nodding once. "Yes doctor, Oh.. right there." and he couldnt help himself! He took the other hand and put it down his pants and whipped his cock out and began to pull on it. She couldnt see him as she was facing away from him.

He told her then, "I have to see something, your not going to expect this so just be calm ok."
He put his hand back on the lips of her pussy, two fingers poised over her hole ... he pressed against her hole with his two fingers, and then he pushed them slowly into her pussy about halfway in he stopped. He bit his tounge to keep from moaning. "Does this hurt when I do this?"

"No, that doesnt hurt doctor."
"How about this?" He told her and began to push his fingers in her... slowly pushing them inside her... farther, taking it very slow.
Letting her think he just was using tools on her to test the extent of her injuries.
He pulled them out just as slow as he pushed them in, she was alot wetter now, and they slid more easily this time.
Pushing them in, and in then pulling out once more, pumping like this about three times, in,in,in "Mmm" out,out,out.
"does this hurt?"

"No doctor, it doesnt hurt me at all"
He told her "Yes, I think you will be fine, but there is some more tests I need to do first, Stay just like that."


"Oh good" She was glad to hear that she would be okay.
"Alright." She told him, and awaited to see what was next.

While his fingers had been dipping in her, his other hand had been still encircling his cock, steadily jerking it, getting a bit faster the wetter she got it seemed.
She knew he was just doing his job, and she took a deep breath and nodded that she understood.
"Ok just one more test then"

He could hardly stand it now, he was hard as a rock, with her wet pussy right there in front of him... It was all he could do to restrain himself from just diving into her pussy right then and there.
"Ok this test might hurt a bit, just close your eyes and it will be over soon"
She nodded as she felt him move closer to her.
He was looking down at his cock, It was aching and throbbing wanting to be inside her pussy.
He placed his hands on her, one on her ass, and the other on her side.
"Spread your legs wide for me..."  he told her, watching her.
She did as he asked. then she felt a new feeling, it was warm and full, pressing against her.  It was not hurtful.

The doctor had put the tip of his dick against her pussy, it was pulsing, begging to be pumped into her pussy and dump it's hot seed deep inside her.
"Ok, get ready"

He stroked the base, it was so fucking hard and she was wetter than shit, he felt it with his fingers.
He began to move his hips, his dick being already lined up perfectly with her hole, he easily plunged inside her wet pussy.
he let it sink in her, pressing his fingers against her flesh as he gave her his length, pushing his dick in her now farther,
pushing inside her slowly, deeper and deeper...  a steady push, working his cock inch by inch into her tight pussy.

"Just let me know when this hurts you, but try to stick it out, it's good for it to hurt a little."
He told her, withholding his grunts by talking aloud to her like this.
His fingers now gripped her skin harder as he managed to sink his whole shaft into her tight pussy. Then he started pulling his dick out, he only let it go out about half way, then he pushed it inside her again.
"Oh yeah"
He let his rod slip into her pussy again and again, fucking her pussy in and then out, "Mmm" she felt so fucking good on his cock!
he began to buck his hips faster, speeding up his thrusts, pressing his palms against her, pushing her downward, drooling on her almost, this felt so fucking GOOD.

Holding her tight he worked his dick in her even faster, sweat beginning to bead off his forehead.
"Does that feel good"
he asked her.
Fucking her now just pumping his dick in her, she was wet, and he was so hard.
and she needed a good fucking, he just knew it.

He was pounding his dick in her now, over and over pushing against her, making his dick so hard!
He felt his cum building, she began to cry out, "Ow" but he didnt stop, he just kept right on fucking her.
moving his cock in and out of her pussy.
grabbing her ass and pushing down on it, then pushing up on it, making her fuck his cock while he pumped her with it.
He couldnt contain himself any longer, and let words come forth past his lips.
"Ooooh ... This pussy is so fucking good"

She became instantly alarmed, "What?? Doctor! What.. What, are you doing to .."
He roughly pushed her head down before she finished her sentence, covering her mouth with his hand
He just pushed his cock faster, sticking her with his hard dick over and over, roughly holding her like this taking her for what he wanted.
Finally he couldnt stand it another moment his cock felt like it was about to burst.. pushing his dick in her as far as he could get it he held it deep in her pussy and began grinding his hips on her ass, his cum ready to burst through the head of his dick. His fingers wrapped around her hair, holding tight as he held her down, fucking her deep, with the purpose of getting his load as far in her as he could.

"Shit" ... "OH, shit!" as soon as his cum started to flow out of his cock he banged her even harder, pressing his fingers against her skin his mouth gaping open as he felt her tight pussy swallowing all of his dick. "MMM Shit!!" Her juices making it so easy for his cock to fuck the hell out of her. Sweat now dripping off his forehead as he gave her the best fuck of her life.

"Mmm" he started to slow himself after a few minutes of intense fucking, holding his dick deep inside her after each thrust letting his juices flow into her, moving only slightly now.
His grip loosened, as his hips nearly  stopped moving as his cock stayed deep inside her for longer and longer.
Until finally his grinding motion ceased and he leaned down laying on her back with his cock still stuck deep inside her, panting heavily.
"I think your cured."
He thought, *Hell, I know I am*

"Yes! Yes! Oh that felt so good Doctor! Oh! you did it!"





the love that I had

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The love that I had doesn't remember my name, you/he/she has forgotten at night the odor of a kiss, that light wind that the skirt flared me, and a hand pressed avid and firm, on my sides that I offered to the intense music, on my obedient legs in a footstep and then the other, in an ancient vortex in a dance on the threshing floor.



The love that I had doesn't remember my breast, of as I offered him under the shirt of whipped cream, he/she doesn't remember the color of my shut eyes, already satisfied satiated from the vapor of the breaths, under a dark portico where the sunset fell, because the love that I had separated me the legs, I set to that hay that he/she knew about rottenness, of cats and pee and I took the odor with a sweet flute that made us the court and a
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painted moon that it cleared forever in the shade, promises of love and words.



A strangled breath grazes me the lips, under this to pursue of hands and words, above this bench that reflects him to the moon and me that I touch me and I make me touch. As it was a dense rain in autumn, that bathes me the hair, the neck, the lips, on my light cloth to form of breast, on the skin rippled by the wind that it blows.



They are needles of pine that the heart punctures, leaves of laurel from it stuffed crowns, they are men, I feel them, that the head they shake, and they wonder incredulous because I make me touch, but if they knew thing instead it burns here inside, a desire ever tames intact in the time, that withers and then it dies when the aspect, and my whiter skin starts to decay, and he/she takes the odor of hay and cats, because nobody in the years has me more call for name

There are of the old ones that the line does, because they know that to this time I let me touch, to make to pass more in hurry this sunset, to feel that breath that the neck heated me, and today both tomorrow and attends him shorter. There are some others, I feel them, that do from escort, and they wait mute over the hedge, convinced what time, I will have again soon instantly need of other capacious hands, of saliva denser than softens every night and the dawn that it kills every elegant of dream.



Because the love that I had doesn't remember my name and me that aspect those capacious hands, among the so many the alone ones that he/she anchors memory, and sure I would recognize among the so many every evening, because other I don't have for being able to see him/it, to be able to distinguish him/it when the sunset falls.



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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.


The Hot Couple V

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After the party was over, Teresa and Adam couldn't return fast enough to the Ritz Picadilly Hotel. Both being intoxicated and turned on for each other, kissed in the elevator as Teresa reached between his legs feeling his bulging dick. She opened his zipper and pulled out his precum covered cock, a turn on for Teresa. She had to have him in her mouth and kneeled in front of him. Before she was able to take his cock into her mouth, he came all over the front of her top with his jism soaking thru to her tits. She found it so erotic, knowing that it took the edge of Adams throbbing dick.
The moment the door was closed to her suite, she dropped her skirt, took of her cum covered top and followed him into the bathroom, where he was peeing. She took his hand of his dick and replaced it with
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hers helping him pee into the bowl. He peed and peed from all the intake of beer and liquids. As Adam finished peeing, Teresa wiped the remaining pee drops off his cock head with her fingers and sucked them into her mouth. When he saw that, he just had to kiss her tasting his own urine. He couldn't wait to get out of his clothes and shed his pants, Adam's cock had grown into a massive long thick dick. He fisted it and rubbed it up and down, while Teresa kneeled in the back of him abling her to kiss his asscheeks. Without her telling him to bend over, he bend over slightly, giving her tongue access to his anal eye as he continued fist fucking his dick.
"Tongue me you little wonderful whore" he moaned
Adam's dirty talk made her go faster as her tongue circled around the anal rim which led to a tongue fuck into his asshole. She had her arms circled around his legs which was more of a love hug as her tongue went in and out faster and faster. As she satisified his anus, he pumped his cock faster and faster, she heard him say,
"Going to cum, christ am so fucking close"
To bring him off faster, she stopped tongue fucking him, instead shoved two of her fingers into his asshole, until she reached his prostrate. She massaged it, and then
"Oh you little fucking whore, am cuming, oh god, yes, aaaaahhhhhhh cuming, mmmmmm, aaaaahhhhhhh"
Adam ejaculated and ejaculated into his fist as she kept finger fucking his round asshole. After the release of his creamy load, and somewhat exhausted, he whispered into her ear how wonderful she is. Adam took her into his arms and french kissed her, as she reached down for his cream covered dick and began to jerk him into hardness, which did not take long. It seemed like he was not completely empty and as Teresa fondled him, he released another load into her hand.
He was comfortably sitting in a chair looking at Teresa smiling face as she was hovering above him. Her look told him that she needed his cock now. Her pussy was so wet now for easy dick entry. She laid down on the bed still looking at him with a smile as she spread her beautiful silky thighs. She was shaven exposing her stiff clit. She slowly lowered her hands placed them between her thighs and began to rub her pink pussy, letting her fingers enter between her pussy lips as Teresa began to moan. As Adam watched, his massive dick began to swell again. He fisted it once more stroking it up and down. He got up from the chair and joined Teresa on the bed placing himself between her wide spread legs. He placed her hand on his hard cock, while he fingered her wet cunt. The both began to moan as their mutual masturbation brought them closer and closer to numerous orgasms.
...And then both got louder and louder, as Adam ejaculated on Teresa's tummy. It was a turn on for her, as all of a sudden she jumped on top of him and french kissed him, She felt his wet hard dick rubbing back and forth over her asscheeks and then felt it trying to enter her anal eye.
"Oh Adam, push it in slowly"
She reached back, spread her asscheeks for easier entry. She didn't care about lube, she just wanted to feel his big dick give her much needed pleasure.
"WOW, your cock feels so fucking good. Oh fuck" Teresa moaned
"You are such a hot cunt my pet" Adam said
Teresa took more and more of his dick up her anus. His precum lubed her up well.
"Does my fucking whore like my cock in her asshole" he asked
She could barely answer, but he did hear her say YES
"Do you really love it" he asked her again
"Oh god yes, I love it" Teresa responded in a weak voice
Her anal eye was contracting around his pleasure giving dick, massaging and milking it for the jism to pour into her. And then he started to spurt another heavy load of creamy spunk, this time into her anus. It just came and came shooting into the deep recesses of her anus, leading her to overwhelming orgasms.
After Adam pulled out his slowly shrinking cock, he kissed the back of her neck, licking it with love, then letting his tongue travel down her back until he got to Teresa's ass crack.
"Adam my love just tongue fuck me" she sounded if she was begging
"Where?" he wanted to know. He knew where, but wanted to hear it from her. He never realized what a sexy whore she was until this trip to London. She was more then that, a woman that ran her business well and a woman that lived for sex.
"You know where"
"No, I don't, tell me you fucking bitch, tell me"
"Fuck my anus with your tongue"
"Tell me again you slut"
"Tongue fuck it, please, please" she begged with a pleading voice
Now it was her time to enjoy his tongue. He was a master in briinging Teresa to a level of vibrating sex. Her pussy and anus were now throbbing more and more not realizing that Adam was jacking his dick to another hardon as he kept tonguing her. ...And then he quickly moved into a position so his cock rubbed once again against her asshole. He held onto her waist and for the second time that night he slide his blue veined purple headed dick into her pre cum covered anus. He not only gave her much needed cock, but Adam also needed another release of jism. He kept fucking Teresa like a bull sliding his massive dick in and out of her like the slut she was.
"Make me cum you whore"
Teresa's anus contracted as before around his dick impossible for him to hold his load back. His dick was rumbling as he felt the ejaculation coming up his dick shooting right into her hole of love. Adam's cock pumped and pumped his load into her. He was flooding her creating a creampie that overflowed of hot jism from the anal eye down her legs unto the bed sheets.
As they both woke up the next morning from a night of erotic love, Adam was already up taking a shower. Teresa rose slowly and felt the damp sheet under her recalling Adam's cock ejaculating into her bum. The more she thought about it the more she became heated. Her pussy was starting to get wet and had to do something about it. She rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom where she saw Adam masturbating in the shower. The temptation was to big, opened the shower door and joined him under the shower. She just had to kiss him all over as Teresa reached for his already hard cock. Her fist slide up and down, up and down with his foreskin uncovering the purple head. The shower drops mixed in with his precum as Teresa kept manipulating his massive erect dick.
"Suck it" Adam ordered her
She kneeled in front of him and with a hunger for his cock, she guided his precum covered dick into her mouth. To make him cum fast, she manipulated his loaded balls, squezzed them, caressed them until he couldn't hold back. He came and came shooting down her throat. She couldn't swallow fast enough bringing the remaining sperm drops to the corners of her mouth and her kissable lips. He lifted her up, and pressed his lips on hers, kissing of his remaining spunk.
Teresa left the shower first, while Adam jacked off one more time.
As they both were finally dressed, Adam took her into his arms and kissed her lips several times. Teresa needed more than just kisses, as she reached between his legs and felt another big bulge.
"Oh love, you are the sexiest hottest woman I ever met, that business suite you are wearing, wow"
That morning Teresa had dressed in a suite consisting of a short mini skirt and two button jacket that showed most of her cleavage.
She kept rubbing his cloth covered dick back and forth. The confinement stopped from his dick growing to full length. Adam began to moan
"Open my pants love"
Teresa was teasing Adam and wouldn't do it. She kept rubbing his dick, when all of a sudden he slapped her and told her to stop playing around.
"Open those fucking pants"
She didn't mind the slap, it turned her on. Adam pushed her unto her knees
"SUCK MY DICK JUST SUCK IT"
She knew she couldn't hold back and opened the zipper. The massive cock popped out with the foreskin completley covered with precum. She leaned forward and licked the smooth foreskin clean bringing him to several ejaculations. He pulled out of her mouth and guided his cock all over her clothes. Drenching her biz suite with his hot sticky sperm, Teresa was overwhelmed by earth shaking orgasms, making her cum and cum. Both were satisfied again but for how long no one knew. Teresa went into the bathroom with Adam following her. She stood in front of the mirror removing her suite which was just the jacket and skirt. Underneath her beautiful fleshed out body was nude. She saw Adam in the mirror as he took her around the waist and kissed her neck. She leaned back against him while her hands massaged her tits while feeling his hard cock rubbing back and forth over her beautifully round shaped asscheeks. To watch themselves in the mirror was so erotic that Adam had her lean forward against the vanity. She spread her legs, knowing that his dick had to have one more release before leaving the hotel for a meeting. He took spittle mixed it with his precum over his ready to shoot dick, which served as lube. He slowly entered her rosette eye and then moved his hips back and forth, each time shoving it in further and further.
"Ah Adam love, I feel you cuming already"
He kept pumping her butt when with a jolt he shot his load into her anus. Another cream pie was forming, flooding her, which then ran down her legs.
"I am cuming my love" Teresa moaned
...And so did Adam pumping and pumping a second load of jism into her.





Emma discovers a new side

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Emma was in a dilemna. She had been dating Rick for a few weeks and they had had sex. She was not in love with him but he was rich and that always gets a girl going. He could have been looking for a younger woman but he seemed genuinely interested in her. He did not treat her very nicely but that comes from the territory. When a guy drives a Porsche and lives in a mansion, he does not think he needs to treat his date like she is a princess. Anyway she had gone on a couple dates during the same time with James, her Jamaican friend’s cousin. Despite her hesitations she had let him fuck her. It was not making love, he had taken her. Even though he was charming and good looking, his animal lust had come through and h

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e gave her the best fuck of her life. Three days later, she still felt the damage his massive cock had done to her pussy. It was still tender. But every time she thought about the time they spent in his hot tub she shuddered, her heart skipped a beat.

What should she do about Rick though. She felt bad. Rick called her and asked if she would join him for dinner. She quickly accepted since James had not called yet. Just as she was getting ready for her date, James called her. “Hi Gorgeous, sorry I did not call you sooner. I was very busy. I would love to see you again this weekend. How about Friday night?” She answered yes for sure. Two lovers in two days! That wa so unlike her and so unlike how she had been raised. However, it was very exciting to be wanted by two men at the same time. She dressed very nice for Rick but she felt naughty. She put on a sexy purple dress that left her shoulders uncovered. She could not wear a bra with this dress and her large perky breasts were pushing the fabric. She had on a purple thong that fit her like a glove. Her long legs were accentuated by an expensive pair of purple sandals with 5” stiletto heels. Rick was waiting fo her outside her house in a brand new Ferrari. She had never been in a Ferrari. They kissed and he took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Heads were turning when people saw her walk in. Even though she was 40, she looked stunning in that outfit. They sat at a private table and started chatting and drinking expensive wine. The meal was exquisite and out of most people price range. Finally they took a stroll through downtown and a small park. It was quite romantic and they kissed several times very tenderly. He kept telling her how beautiful she looked. He was holding her ass a few times and she knew he had felt that she had a thong on. They went back to the restaurant and took his Ferrari back. On the way there he was rubbing her thigh and giving her all kinds of compliments. How smooth her skin is, how long her legs are. Driving slowly through the busy street in this Ferrari and getting all this attention from inside the car and all the passerbys was starting to make her feel really sexy. Once they got onto darker roads she leaned over and began massaging his leg and then his privates. They drove in his mansion’s huge garden. As soon as he stopped the car, she undid his zipper slowly while staring in his eyes. He was already erect. She slowly leaned over and licked the length of his shaft. The vibrations of the car were acting like a vibrator and she could feel that she was getting wet. She gobbled his prick and took most of it in until she gagged. She then furiously went up and down his cock. The cramped space inside the Ferrari was not ideal for this type of behavior. He lifted her head and told her, “You are amazing let’s continue this inside shall we.” They walked in the empty mansion through several rooms and all the way to an entertainment room with couches, a pool table and a bar. He opened a bottle of champagne and they sat on the couch and started making out. She did not see that he had dropped a fine powder in each glass. His glass had a massive dose of Viagra and hers had ectasy. The champagne was starting to make her feel really drunk and soon she was rubbing his cock through his pants. He lifted her dress, and rubbed her pussy through the thong which was soon wet. Soft music filled the air and the lights were dim. He stood up and refilled her champagne. Soon she felt warm and she got up and started to dance to the music slowly while drinking. She swayed her hips in a very sexy way. He got up and stood in front of her with his erection standing in front of him. He pushed down on her shoulders and she squatted on her high heels and started sucking his cock again. After a while He sat down on a couch and she kneeled in front of him going crazy on him. He could not hold it any longer. He grabbed her head and held her down while he came deep in her mouth. She gagged briefly as she had never taken in her mouth a man’s cum thinking it was disgusting. More was coming and she was forced to swallow. Once he was done he released her and told her how wonderful she was. He lifted her by the hand and said he would return the favor. She removed her dress and stood there in her thong and high heels. He pushed her on her back on the couch and started eating her pussy. She pulled her legs wide apart and enjoyed the expert action of his tongue, He slowly inserted a warm vibrator in her pussy. She moaned loudly as the vibrations pushed her closer to an orgasm. She writhed on the couch but he only pushed a couple inches of the device in and then pulled it out. He resumed his slow licking and fingered her anus. Once she was ready to explode he stood up, dragged her to the pool table and made her sit on it. He continued inserting the vibrator to get her going again, pulled it out and inserted his cock inside instead. He grabbed her legs and lifted them high together with one hand. Her stilettos were pointing straight up. He started pounding her pussy narrowed by the position while one hand pulled on her nipples. After a couple minutes she screamed and came suddenly. He kept on pounding her without slowing down and started rubbing her clit with the vibrator. He seemed like a machine and just pounded his rock hard cock in her fast. He would remove almost all of it and slide in again brutally. The combined action of the vibrator and his cock made her come again. This time he came inside her pussy.

She was without strength and thought he would be done so she started walking away to get tissues. As soon as she was done cleaning herself up he pulled her back to the couch. He pushed her done over the armrest. Her ass was high up, her face in the leather. He walked to her and shoved his cock in her mouth. She could not believe that it was hard again. She understood what he had done. He smiled at her and said “I wanted to give you all that you deserve. He caressed her breasts and fingered her pussy while she sucked on his cock. He pushed the vibrator against her pussy again and she started moaning and moving away, her clit was sensitive from the previous pounding. He then applied a gel to the dildo and pushed it against her anus. She was surprised but did not move away. She started feeling warm again and sucked his cock faster. He pushed the vibrator further and turned it off. He was using it as a regular dildo now. He moved behind her and removed the dildo. He  took out a bigger vibrator and pushed it in her pussy again. This time she did not complain and was moaning from pleasure. He pushed the big dildo all the way to the hilt and started pushing his cock inside her ass. That time she moved and bucked from the pain. She was trying to push him away so he slowed down his penetration. He turned on the large vibrator inside her pussy and she screamed “oh yesssss” He understood that signal and started fucking her in the ass. Every time he pushed deep, her head would rise and rise up and she screamed a low “raaahhhH”    As he increased his tempo he grabbed roughly her hips and she started screaming louder. She had never been double penetrated and this was more than she could bear. She let out one last scream and came violently. He did not stop even though she was shaking and he attacked her ass very fast until he came inside her. She kept trembling even after he removed himself and the vibrator from her. She could not move anymore. He cleaned himself up and her and sat next to her head on the couch. He was still hard. She whispered “you naughty man”.  He laughed while gently rubbing her body. He gave her more of the ecstasy loaded champagne. She revived a bit and he shoved his cock in her mouth again. She did not push him away as she craved more contact. He asked her if she wanted naughtier stuff. She moved away a bit laughed and said no. “That is the naughtiest I can take”. He turned her over and while biting her nipples gently he fucked her in a missionary position on the couch. She took a long time to come that time, she was getting used to the kinkiness..

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Encounter with my aunt, the dancer

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When I was 16, I had an unbelievable encounter with my aunt. I went with my aunt and uncle, their two young kids, and my grandparents to Disneyland. We stayed in a hotel across the st

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reet from the park. My aunt and her family stayed in one room, and my grandparents and I stayed in the room next door. We had an adjoining door that connected the two rooms. At 16, I was quite sexually active and had been away from my girlfriend for about 2 weeks. I was extremely horny most of the trip.

 

On the second day, we were getting ready to go to the pool and swim for a few hours before heading to the park for their night parade. My grandma had asked me to go next door and ask them when they would be ready. I opened the door to ask, and there standing before me was my aunt. She had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a towel around her hair and her bikini bottoms. She hadn’t put on her bikini top yet and her breasts were exposed. She quickly put her hands over them and turned around. We were both embarrassed, but I was extremely turned on. My aunt is only 32 years old, and is in amazing shape. She is a professional dance instructor. She is about 5’-1”, very athletic and strong build; she has a great pair of firm 36D tits with perfect pink nipples. She has blonde hair and green eyes. I leave the room and relay the message to my grandma.

 

About 10 minutes later, everyone is getting ready to head to the pool, but I decide to stay behind. I say I am tired and want to nap. Actually, I need to cum. About 10 minutes after everyone leaves, I look out our hotel room window at the pool. Everyone is down there swimming and relaxing. We are too high up to see well, otherwise I would have probably jerked off to seeing my aunt in her bikini. I turn on the TV and find a movie on HBO that has some nudity and begin to fantasize. I lie back on the bed, and begin to stroke my hard cock. I start to think about seeing my aunt’s tits earlier and this gets me so hard. I am a couple minutes into my fantasy when I hear a familiar voice, “Is that why you stayed behind?” I look up and standing in the open adjoining doorway is my aunt. She is wearing her bikini and smiling at me. I quickly grab a blanket and cover up very embarrassed. She giggles, “Did I embarrass you?”

 

“Yes. Sorry, I uh…” I try to say.

 

She walks towards the bed and sits down. “Look, I know what it was like being a horny teenager. I can only imagine what it was like seeing my breasts earlier. Did they turn you on?” she asks.

 

“Yeah, a little bit.” I mutter.

 

“Only a little bit? I have great tits. It is ok to get turned on you know. I mean to be honest with you; it was a turn on for me watching you play with yourself. It made me a little horny too.” She replied. She reaches over and removes the blanket from covering me. My cock begins to get hard again. “So you look like you are horny now.” My aunt slides her hands up my leg and grips my cock. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

 

“Yes.” I say.

 

“Oh, that is very sexy.” She says as her hands rapidly stroke my cock. “Do you want to see my tits again?”

 

“OK!” I reply. She reaches behind her back and unties her bikini top. Her big firm tits bounce free in front of me. “Can I touch them?” I ask. She grabs my hand and places it on her tit. I begin squeezing it and playing with her nipple. Her nipple gets very hard and my aunt lets out a little moan. Her stroking of my cock gets more intense. She leans in closer to me and kisses me on the lips. We peck several times and then our lips part, and we find ourselves exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.

 

My aunt breaks our kiss and begins to kiss her way down my chest to my cock. She pays special attention to the shaft with her hands as her tongue licks my balls. Slowly she licks her way up to the head and inserts the whole thing. At this point, I realize that my girlfriend simply sucks my cock, but this woman, my aunt, knows how to give a blowjob. Her blowjob is so intense that I start to cum. She swallows it all as my whole body shivers in pleasure.

 

I am still panting, when my aunt says, “I know you are young enough to have more of that in you.” She stands up and drops her bikini bottom. I can see that her pussy is really wet. She lies down on the bed opposite of me, spreads her legs, and begins fingering herself. She starts moaning and says, “Ohhhh… you have me so wet. Do you want to eat this pussy?” I move close to her and start rubbing her pussy with my fingers, then slowly start to lick it. She helps me with some pointers and some technique that she says will make my girlfriend cum hard. “Well, I see you are nice and hard again. Why don’t you let me fuck that dick and make you cum again?” As I lay back, she climbs on top of me; she reaches between my legs and grips my hard cock. Slowly she inserts it into her pussy. As she does, she moans very heavily. “Oh you feel so good. Tell me, do you like the way my pussy feels?” She says.

 

“Oh yeah.” I say moaning. She rides my cock for about 15 minutes. I am getting ready to cum again. She can tell and starts fucking my cock harder and harder.

 

“Cum for me.” She demands. “Shoot that hot load.” I can’t hold back any more, and release my cum once more, but this time into her warm pussy. My aunt just looks at me with lust as she feels my load be inserted inside her.

 

When we relax, she goes to freshen up and leaves to head to the pool, so know one gets suspicious. I shower and think about the earlier events. Since that time, neither of us has ever talked about that day. We both just chalk it up to an incredible moment of lust.

Me and Allison part 2

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Me and Allison part 2

 

 

  Just as I was stepping out of the shower, the phone rang.  Grabbing the towel off the rack, I headed into my bedroom and answered it.  “Hi, how’s my ringmaster?” was the first thing I heard.

 

  “Allison, I’m fine. How have you been?” was my reply.

 

  “Doing okay I guess.  But, I have been bored since we last got together.  Want to meet me for lunch today,” came her query.

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  “I have a couple of things to do in town first, but sure.  What time and where?”

 

  “Would 12:30 be okay and at the coffee shop where we met before?  You know the one, when you took me home in the rain.”

 

  “Sure, 12:30 is okay. But, that coffee shop doesn’t have a very good lunch menu.”

 

  “Oh, I am sure we can find something to eat.  Maybe not food though, if you get my drift,” she hinted.

 

My cock began to rise at the suggestion she was making.  “Yeah, I think I know what you are talking about, but I can’t wait to find out for sure.

 

  “Well, it’s a date then.  I’ll see you at 12:30.  Oh, and don’t forget to bring you tent pole.  You never know when we might want to make use of it,” was her comment last as she hung up.

 

  I replaced the receiver and got busy drying myself off and getting dressed to take care of the things I needed done before meeting Allison.

 

  It was actually 12:45 when I entered the coffee shop and spotted Allison in the same booth we had been in the last time we were here.  My mind quickly ran through the events that followed that evening.  She had called and asked me to meet her so she could tell me her decision about joining the Navy.  It was raining when we got ready to leave and she needed a ride home.  We both got soaked as we hurried to her door.  Allison’s Mother was out visiting her sister and Allison proceeded to seduce me there in front of the fireplace.  It was a wonderful evening that makes me hard every time I think of it.  In fact, I was getting quite hard now and it was becoming uncomfortable trying to stretch down the leg of my pants.

 

  As I walked over to the booth Allison sat in, she glanced from my face to my growing discomfort.  “Well, I can see you did remember to bring your tent pole,” she giggled.

 

  “Please excuse me a moment while I make myself a bit more comfortable,” I said.  As I sat down I repositioned my hard on to point up instead of down.  “That was caused by remembering what happened after the last time we were here.”

 

  “Oh, I know what you mean.  I get wet thinking about that night as well,” she answered.

 

  “So, what do you have in mind?  I don’t think you asked me to meet you just for coffee and lunch.” I asked.

 

  “First a cup of coffee and then we’ll see what we can come up with, she glanced down at my lap, to help kill the afternoon.”

 

  We sat and just chatted over coffee.  She reminded me that she had only about 2 weeks before taking her induction physical and leaving for Navy Boot Camp.  After that, it would be 9 weeks before she would be able to get home again.

 

  Our coffee finished, we left the shop after I paid the tab.  “So, what do you want to do now?” I asked. 

 

  “Well, how about going to your place?  You’ve seen where I live and I’d like to see where you live.”

 

  “Just remember, I’m a bachelor and my apartment may not be up to the cleanliness you’d like.”

 

  “I’m not interested in the entire apartment or how neat and clean it is.  I’m mainly interested in seeing your bedroom.”

 

  “Okay, just close your eyes between the front door and the bedroom.  I’ll take your hand and guide you to the bedroom.”

 

  “The only way I will keep from seeing the rest of your apartment would be for you to blindfold me,” she laughed.  She has a very happy and sweet laugh, not loud and harsh like some people have.

 

“I might be able to handle that.  If that is what you want?”

 

 “Would you?  I’ve never done anything like that before and it sounds intriguing.  Would you leave the blindfold on the entire time I’m there?”

 

“I’ll think about that, but I don’t know.  I love to watch your face when you cum and the blindfold would just be in the way.”

 

“Then I’ll leave that up to you to decide, but don’t take it off right away.”

 

  “So, to change the subject, are you looking forward to boot camp?”

 

  “In some ways yes and in others not.  I’ll miss being home with my Mom and friends. But I’ll especially miss you.”

 

  “I’m flattered,” I answered as we finally got to my car.  I had had a hard time finding a parking spot and as it turned out, I was about 3 blocks from the coffee shop and on the 3rd floor of a parking garage.  I opened the passenger side door for her and she sat down to get in.  I had noticed that she was wearing a very becoming light blue blouse and dark blue skirt that came to just above the knee.  When she sat in the car seat, the skirt hiked up her leg giving me a look of her upper thighs.  As she swung her left leg around into the car, the skirt stretched tight between her thighs and I got a good look between her legs.  She wasn’t wearing panties.  That caused me to start getting hard again.  She swung her right leg into the car and I closed the door.  Walking around to the driver’s side, I quickly had to adjust my growing hard on for the second time since seeing her today.

 

As I put the key in the ignition, Allison slid over to get as close to me as she could.  I didn’t think too much about it as I backed out of the parking spot and started down the first ramp and then on down to the booth to pay for my time in the garage.  As soon as we pulled out onto the street, Allison reached over and placed her hand on my still somewhat hard cock.  I jerked a bit, as I had not been expecting it and nearly swerved into the oncoming lane of traffic.  I said, “Lucky for us there was nobody in that lane at the moment or we may have ended up at the hospital instead of my place.”

 

“Relax, I’m just raising the tent pole so it will be ready for use in a while.”  Again she let out a soft laugh at my predicament.  “I have a lot of confidence in your driving and know you’ll get us there safe and sound.”

 

  It was a hard drive, but we finally pulled into my parking space at the apartment complex.  “I’m on the 8th floor and have a pretty good view from there.”  We held hands as we walked into the lobby and towards the elevators.  A couple of older ladies stared at us with disapproving glares as we approached them in front of the elevators.  We let them enter first when the doors opened and then followed them in and turned to face the doors.  One of the women gasped as she noticed that Allison had grabbed my ass right in front of her.  I had recognized the two ladies as living in the building, but didn’t know their names or what floor they lived on.  As it turned out, we got off at my floor and they stayed on the elevator.  “Well of all the…” we heard from one of them as the doors slid shut between us.  Again Allison laughed and this time I joined her.

 

  Once we reached my door and unlocked it, I said, “Okay wait here a moment while I find something to use as a blindfold.”  With that said, I entered and looked around trying to find something to use to tie over her eyes.  I decided on the dishtowel lying on the kitchen table.  It had not gotten put away after being washed with the rest of my laundry the night before.

  I went back out into the hallway and held out the towel to show her what I was going to use.  She seemed to think it would do just fine.  So, I rolled it up until it was just the right size to cover her eyes and not leave room to peak out under it.  I placed it over her eyes and reached behind her head to gently tie it in place.  Just then one of my neighbors down the hall stepped out of his apartment and headed toward the elevators.  He was fumbling with his keys and never saw us as he faced the doors and waited for the elevator car.  I quickly led Allison into my apartment and closed the door behind us.

 

  I stopped us about 4 feet inside and asked her how she wanted me to proceed.  “Why not undress me here and then lead me naked into your bedroom,” was her suggestion.

 

  At that point I reached over to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons.  Then I reached inside and ran my hands over her full breasts, she had worn a bra.  A slight moan escaped her lips and I gently pinched her nipples thru the material.  I removed my hands from inside her blouse and finished unbuttoning it.  I reached up to push it off her shoulders and caught it before it fell to the floor.  I draped it over the back of the couch and again played with her breasts through the bra.  After a couple of moans she said, “Take it off.  I want you hands on my skin.”  So, I reached over and undid the front clasp between her tits and pushed it off, just to catch it and put on top her blouse on the back of the couch.  I just stared at her for a while before leaning forward to kiss the stiff nipple of the right breast.  Being blindfolded, she didn’t know what I was going to do until she felt me kiss her.  She gasped and pushed forward to make harder contact between her nipple and my lips.  After swiping my tongue around the nipple, I moved on to her left nibble and repeated the process.

 

  Knowing she wasn’t wearing panties, I reached down and stroked my hand up the inside of her right thigh until I felt the wet moisture of her pussy lips.  She moaned even louder as I ran a finger up and down the slick opening of her body, all the time alternating between breasts kissing and licking them.  A minute of that and she was really moaning.  “I want you inside me, NOW,” she demanded.  Instead of giving her what I knew she wanted (namely my now rampantly hard cock), I slowly slid my middle finger into her and stroked in and out, making sure to make contact with her clit on each stroke.  I kept that up until I felt her begin to shake and she came on my finger.  As her legs gave way beneath her, I caught her, swept her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed.  “WOW, that was something.  I have never cum so hard.  Could the fact that I was blindfolded have something to do with it?”

 

  “I don’t know, maybe it did.  The thought of the unknown sometimes heightens the senses.  Just lay there a moment and calm down some,” I told her.

 

  While she relaxed, I began removing my clothes as quietly as I could.  I wanted the sense of skin-to-skin contact to surprise her when the time came.  At that moment a thought ran through my mind.  If she likes being blindfolded, maybe she would like being tied down and totally helpless even more.  With that thought, I went over to the closet and got 4 of my old ties off the tie rack.  I draped 3 over my shoulder as I went over to the foot of the bed.  I tied one end of the tie to the short bedpost as the left corner and took her right ankle in my hands and began to tie it down.  She never made a sound, let alone ask what I was doing.  I think she knew and didn’t care.  I then did the same with another tie to her left ankle.  I moved up beside the bed and took her left wrist and tied it to the bedpost, walked around the bed and tied her right wrist.  I leaned over her to double check her left wrist and while doing so, my stiff cock brushed across her lips.  She didn’t move.  The skin-to-skin surprise was out of the bag now.

 

  I moved down to the foot of the bead and looked at my helpless (yet apparently willing) captive.  My what a beautiful sight that was.  I couldn’t just stand there and stare, I had to do something.  So, I moved up between her legs and placed a kiss on her lower lips.  A sharp intake of air let me know she like it.  I then began to lick up and down her slit and pushing my tongue deeper inside with each stroke.  I could feel her tremble every time I made contact with her clit.  I now placed a finger at the opening of her pussy and slowly eased it in.  She thrust up to try to get my finger deeper into her.  But it was sooner than I wanted, so pulled it out, leaving her thrusting up onto my tongue.

 

  I let her use my tongue for a couple minutes before once more pushing my finger into her.  Again she thrust upward to gain a deeper penetration.  Again I pulled out.  “PLEASE,” she begged.  “Make me cum again.  I want to cum. put you finger back inside me.”

 

  “Where do you want it inside?  Tell me,” I commanded.

 

  “My pussy.  I want it in my pussy,” she answered.

 

  I placed my finger back at the entrance to her pussy and asked here.  “YES,” she almost cried, “there in my pussy.  Put it in deep.”

 

  At that I stuffed it as far as I could into her pussy and just held it there.  She began to wiggle trying to get me to fuck her with my finger.  I just held it there and let her do all of the work.  At the first sign she was nearing her climax, I pulled my finger out and said she would have to wait for her second orgasm.

 

  “NO,” she cried, “you can’t be that cruel.”

 

  “Ah, but just think how much better it will be after having to wait for it.  Just the anticipation will be enjoyable.”

 

  “No it won’t.  It will be torture for me.  PLEASE make me cum NOW.  I can’t stand the wait.

 

  “Since you insist on talking and begging, I guess I’ll have to find some way of shutting you up,” I said moving up the bed to straddle her chest.  I then placed the head of my cock at her lips and leaned forward.  That forced her lips to open, but not her mouth.  “If you open your mouth, I’ll make sure that when you cum, it will leave you breathless.”

 

  She slowly opened her mouth and my cock entered.  Once I had the head inside, I stopped to savor the feeling.  Ah, the sweet feeling of having my cock in her mouth.  I loved every bit of the sensation.  I soon wanted (needed) to get deeper into her mouth.  I moved forward shoving more of me into her mouth.  I didn’t go any deeper that half way, as I didn’t want to choke her.  So, I pulled out and thrust in.  I kept it up until I felt the tingling that told me I was on the verge of cumming.  I pulled out and asked her where she wanted me to cum.  “My mouth, I want to taste you,” she let me know.  Not one to disappoint anyone, I pushed forward into her mouth again.  This time I thrust a little further than before.  She sucked and ran her tongue around me and it wouldn’t be long before she got hr request answered.  I felt it build and soon I shot the first load into her mouth.  I could feel her swallow it and every shot after that until I was done.  I pulled out of her mouth and no sooner did than she begged me to finish her off. 

 

  I moved down to between her legs again and picked up where I left off earlier, licking her clit and thrusting a finger in and out of her pussy.  I could feel her juices run down her crack and onto her asshole.  As I thrust my finger in and out of her, my knuckles would pound her asshole.  It seemed that she thrust up harder every time they did.  So, using her juices as a lubricant, I eased my left index finger into the opening of her ass.  She thrust further onto it, forcing more into her ass.  She moaned louder than she had before and thrust up hard and far enough to take my entire finger into her ass.  I pushed one finger into her pussy while pulling the other one out of her ass, then into her ass and out of her pussy.  In and out, in and out they went until she started to really shake and tremble.  All at once she let out a scream I thought would bring everyone in the building running to see who I’d killed.  She thrashed around and I lost the penetration of both fingers.  Allison soon calmed down and gasped several times.  Between gasps she said,” You weren’t kidding when you said my orgasm would leave me breathless.  I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense.  I have never had anything in my ass and that was really something.  I had no idea that it could be so pleasurable.”

 

  “If you think that just having a finger in your ass was something, just wait until you get a cock in there,” I returned.

 

“On no, I don’t think I could take something that big in my ass,” she came back.

 

  “You’d be surprise about that.  I read something in a book once where a guy was going to fuck a girl in the ass and she said the same thing.  He said that things just a big sometimes came out as what he was going to put in.  But, that can be left for another day.  Right now I need some relief again,” I said while pointing down at my upstanding prick.

 

  “If you untie me, I think I can take care of whatever you mean.  Since I am still blindfolded, I can’t see what you are talking about.”

 

I laughed at that, forgetting I hadn’t taken it off and having my head and hands buried between her thighs.  I untied her ankles and then her right wrist.  As I reached over to untie her left wrist, she opened her mouth and sucked me in again.  Gosh, did this girl love to suck cock or what?  I reached behind her head and untied and removed the dishtowel blindfold.  She never let my cock out of her mouth.  After sucking me for a few minutes she told me to lie down.  I did and she climbed over me and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  “Yes, we’ll leave my ass for another time.  Right now I need your cum in my pussy, not my mouth this time.”  As she was saying this, she slowly eased down onto my standing tent pole.  “Goodness, I don’t remember you being this big,” she said as she hit bottom.

 

  “Maybe it is because you are so sensitive after such an intense orgasm,” I muttered as she began moving up and down on me.  Every once in a while when she hit bottom, she would pause and just sit on me at full depth.

 

  “I will really miss this while at boot camp,” she said at one point when I was at my deepest.

 

  “Just think of me when you masturbate at night under the covers,” I replied. 

 

  “How could I do something like that with the others around,” she questioned.

 

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way when you need to.  You won’t be able to go the whole 9 weeks without doing something to relieve yourself.”

 

  “You think so, do you?  Well, I just could do that with the possibility of getting caught,” was her come back.

 

  “Well, just wait and see.  There is still about a week before you leave and maybe I can give you enough of me to keep you from it and maybe not.”   As we talked, she kept sliding up and down my cock.  It wasn’t long (surprisingly since I had cum once already in the last hour) I felt the urge to cum again.  I told her so and she said that was good because she was feeling a bit sore.  Another couple of up and down thrusts and I shot my load just as she hit bottom again.  Feeling me shoot off she stayed at full depth until I shrank down and slipped out of her.  I felt my cum drip over my well used cock after oozing from her cunt.  Having felt the spill, Allison moved down and proceeded to lick me clean.

 

  After cleaning me off she said, “Speaking of about a week I leave, Mom is throwing a going away party for me at the lake next Saturday and I want to make sure you’ll be there.  After all, you are one of the big reasons I’ll be leaving for the Navy.”

 

  “Sure, I wouldn’t miss it for all the gold in fort Knox,” I answered.

 

  “Good, I’ll pick you up about 5 next Saturday afternoon then.”

 

  “Why can’t I drive?” I asked.

 

  “Well first of all, you don’t know the way out there and second, it will give me a little time alone with you.  After we get there, there will be other people there and no chance to be alone.”

 

  “I guess you’ve got me on both accounts.  So, I’ll see you at 5 next Saturday.  Now, I guess I had better get you back to your car so you can get home.  You did drive this time right?”

 

  “Yes, my car is just a floor up from you had parked yours.  I kind thought it was funny that we had parked in the same garage.  At first I had thought you were escorting me to my car to drive and that would have spoiled my fun on the way here.”

 

  “I’m glad that didn’t happen, though it certainly would have prevented an accident if there had been a car in that other lane.”

 

  I found a spot to park without having to use the garage and we took the elevator up to floor her car was on.  As we rode up she pulled me to her and kissed me good and hard.  “You have a very nice apartment and it isn’t as disorganized as you think.”

 

  “Oh and when did you see the rest of my place?’

 

  “You’re forgetting, I was not blindfolded when we left.

 

  “Yeah, your right, I wasn’t thinking.”

 

  As we exited the elevator, she took my hand and led me over to where her car was.  It was off in a corner and no other cars around at this time.  When we got around to the driver’s side, she again pulled to her for a kiss.  This time she also placed her hand on the bulge in my pants, which began to lengthen as she fondled it.

 

  “MMM, what is going on down here?  Feels like quite a large lump has formed.”  With that she tugged down the zipper of my pants and reached inside to pull out my cock.  In our haste to get her back here, I had not put on any underwear myself.  Dropping to her knees and out of sight of anyone possibly walking thru the area, she took me into her moth for the 3rd time today.  As I said, does this girl love to suck cock or not.  This time she didn’t stop at just taking half my length.  With each downward movement she took a bit more.  Finally she had me down to the hairs and down her throat.  It wasn’t much longer before I gave her a large enough load that some spilled out of the corners of her mouth.  Luckily it didn’t run down and drip off her chin and onto her blouse.  When she had swallowed everything in her mouth, she swiped up what had leaked out the corners with her fingers and then licked them off.

 

  Standing up, she tucked my deflated organ back into my pants and zipped them up.  She got her car keys out of her purse, unlocked the door pulled me into her for a kiss and got in, again giving me a look at her non-pantied pussy.  She said she’d see me next Saturday at 5 and drove off leaving me there staring after her with a slight taste of my own cum on my tongue from the kiss she gave me.  I asked myself that she had to get her self off at boot camp, what will I have to do while she was gone.  Shaking my head I thought I had better not get too much more involved with Allison, as she is so much younger than I am.  She is bound to find someone her own age eventually and then where would I be.

 

Little did I know that she had been thinking of that also and had made plans about it.  But that will be left for another time.  Please leave feedback for me if you have any comments they are welcomed.

Reinventing Ashley

Peter_Pan on Sex Stories

Sometimes you see a girl and you know the search - it may even have been life-long - is over. That’s how it was when I first saw Ashley. Just a photo you might think, but it was more than that. Smiling out at me from her secret garden, that beautiful dark hair cascading around her shoulders, the late afternoon sunlight glinting off the rather tasteful little gold chain around her neck, she needed to be loved, possessed, completely spirited away to distant realms of passion that she had never experienced and which I knew instinctively, only I could ever show her. Understand if you would, this was not a case of delusional self-grandiosement, merely a statement that I somehow knew to be true.

Like the spring blossoms adornin

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g the tree behind her, she would bloom for me, but like spring itself, the window of opportunity would be only brief. I wanted her, more than any girl I had ever met and after two marriages, leaving me to bring-up wall to wall children as a single parent, that believe me, was no idle commentary.

How then did I come by her photograph?

I am a writer by profession (as opposed to a professional writer I have to say) and have published amongst other basically non-profitable works, several net-based articles including a couple of books. By chance, Ashley stumbled across a few of my self-indulgent ravings and probably out of disbelief that anyone could freely compile such questionably risque literature, made contact with me and at my request, sent the aforementioned photograph.

That very night I resolved not only to meet her but to fulfil that which I knew without the least shadow of doubt had always been both our destinies. Convenient cop-out that it sounds, I have always believed it is souls which fall in love…not prescribed age-groups. If the opportunity looms out of the mist when you are seventy-two, then so be it…it was supposed to! What is better, to have been loved and cherished for a decade? or to suffer through a life-long marriage of misery and incompatibility which never resulted in a solitary day’s purpose or togetherness? Damn, I should have been a defense attorney!

Now, living in different countries might be said to be problematic. Fact is, it is merely a setback, most likely orchestrated by a higher form of existence merely to test one’s resolve. With the passage of time and the increasing availability of communications technology, I came to know her as I realised soon enough I had always known her - just beyond the fringes of my consciousness. We chatted on messenger services, exchanged emails, I even wrote stories for her. Initially, despite my relational philosophy, I deeply regretted our age-differences – more from her perspective than mine. She was a young girl boarding the train at the first stop. I had been using the line since they shunted the Cherokee and Sioux off to their flinty reservations and usurped their lands to complete the railroad west.

But time is a wonderful thing. Emotions grow, hair-loss matters less…Goddamn it, what half-intelligent woman would knock a night back with Sean Connery? and he was bald at 30! Besides…from some angles and in some lights, the strands still hold their own.

It took a while to organise, but as the plane headed east across the Pacific Ocean and I sat gazing out at that blue-tinged finger-painting below, my mind returned to Ashley’s photograph. I took it out, noticing yet more detail, the lightest application of an almost light-apricot mascara, a trace of lip gloss. She was just so lovely. Her eyes promised many things. Affection, warmth, loyalty and I hasten to add, a healthy degree of cheekiness. I recognised that little eccentricity from living with my two youngest daughters – but that is definitely another story. I think she would understand if I confess now that physically I wanted her as much as I did emotionally and I knew with absolute certainty that I could deliver on all fronts that which she needed. I was bringing it home to her!

Where

As I sat in my suite quite late that afternoon I was in two minds as to whether I should call her cellphone then and there or wait until later in the evening. Having always been impulsive by nature – I punched in the numbers.

"Doing anything tonight?" I whispered, upon hearing her answer.

She recognised the accent. "Noel?"

Even that one word completed a cycle. I wanted to hold her. Actually, I wanted a whole lot more.

"Yep, its me Ashley. Look I just wanted to say, I’m gonna be out of town all weekend, so I won’t be able to chat with you much. Just a business trip which came up." She sounded disappointed. This was such exquisite torture!

"Yeah, well I’m staying at the "Cambridge" Hotel, so I’ll maybe have a few minutes after meetings."

"The Cambridge?" she said, "That’s a coincidence…..we have one of those here."

"Yeah, I know," I teased her, "Corner of Bracken and Pacific Boulevarde isn’t it?"

A brief pause. I felt her heart racing, heard her mind running the numbers. It wasn’t really possible….was it?

"You’re here aren’t you?" she finally got out.

"Well to be honest," I said, "I am new in town and would have just liked to share dinner with someone."

"Give me an hour." She pleaded, all but breathless.

"What? I replied. "I travel thousands of miles to see you and you expect me to wait another hour? How lame’s that? Make it 45 or I’m calling the nearest escort agency!" she lives is of no consequence to this story, merely that a combination of international and domestic flights delivered me to her doorstep as it were. I have though, omitted one significant detail – she had been unaware of my coming, although in previous months I had made every promise to her that whatever it took, I would make the journey.

Not sure who hung-up the quickest.

I sat on the bed unpacking my few things. That beautiful long hair was shortly to be on-site, ready to have my hands running through it. You know what I was thinking of more than anything though? Just holding her – even for a moment would have been worth the whole trip. I would feel her unique warmth and be able at last to kiss that soft little spot just beneath her hairline on the nape of her neck. It had waited such a long time. I wondered if she had delicately shaped ears – soon I would find out.

If I said I was nervous, I would be lying. How could one be nervous about meeting a person they had come to know as well as themselves? What I was, is anxious! Anxious to complete something that had been set in motion years before ever either of us knew anything about it.

A gentle knock at the door offered up two possibilities. Either room-service or my photograph come to life. I really was sweating on that toasted ham sandwich and latte coffee.

Opening it, I could have done a multitude of things. Said "Hi Ashley, nice to see you, come in." Shaken her hand and commented on her good dress sense. Pushed past her, looking for room service down the hallway or at a pinch, shove her up against the door and rape her.

What I did do was to just look at her eyes – that’s all you ever need to do! She was as beautiful on the inside as I knew she would be. I hugged her, took her hand and brought her into my room. Then I noticed her good dress sense. Of course, having the great figure she did was a majorly good start. Rather nice, short and clingy little navy blue skirt, teamed with a plain but good quality beige top that was doing little to mask its extremely well-sculptured contents, themselves being cared for, it appeared, by an unobtrusive frilly light-colored bra. More on that later…..definitely, much more on that!

She smelled of youth and promise. Her beautiful hair shone and danced unchecked across her shoulders each time she moved. For now, that little hot-spot around behind her neck was hidden – surely it wasn’t thinking I would never find it?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in all innocence. Damn it, what would she have been thinking if I hadn’t been?

"Why?" I replied, "I’ll tell you exactly why Ashley. "Not every day a treasured image turns up at your front door. You are one lovely and desirable girl and well, lets be honest, there’s no way I’ll be toning down the ‘desire’ part….sorry, can’t change the programming!"

She smiled and hugged herself in that appealing and sexy little way that girls do instinctively and just looked up at me from the chair I had led her to.

"Anyway sweetheart," I continued, "This was first and foremost a dinner date. What say we go eat?"

The hotel’s mini-bars may not have been that well-stocked on a world ranking but hey, they had cornered the market on steak fillets and champagne options. We supped elegantly even if the waiter was a tad on the limp-wrist side – I think he had od’d on the cologne. Probably his sister’s Estee Lauder.

Be easier to list the things we didn’t discuss during that couple of hours than the topics we encroached upon. Graduating college to Al Queda, books to movies, Aussie beaches to life in the South. How disappointing I was thinking - not once did I hear Ashley mutter as she delicately fanned herself, "Ah do declare Noel, if’n you ain’t got the cutest little old English accent there. Why fiddle-dee-dee, it just makes me want to take you back to school for show and tell." Gave me no chance to reply, "Well frankly Ashley, I just don’t give a damn!

A couple of lemon crepes wound up the calorie-session admirably. By now, the champagne had seen to it that just being near her was arousing areas of my body I had sworn to keep in check. No-one told my testosterone I’m thinking.

For all that however, just being there with her was about as good as it gets. We took a late evening walk around the block and chatted more. It was so very relaxing and curiously as if we had shared such closeness many times before. I held her hand as we walked and so much passed through that two-way contact I could feel her needs, her apprehension as to where all this was leading. All I knew was that I wanted to go there.

Returning eventually to my room, we shared the last of the champagne and I asked her if she would care to watch a movie with me. There were so many on cable, took a while to settle on one - we chose SHREK 2.

Why is it, movies in hotels are so much better watching them from the bed. Answer….duh!

We actually watched a fair bit of this one….probably coz she really liked Antonio Banderas’ "Puss ‘n Boots"….Zorro with a cute tail! What really put paid to the adventures of Shrek though, was my finding that exact spot behind her neck.

Girls are so stupid. Kiss their necks on the right spot and they make hot little noises, and thrust their breasts forward which leaves you no choice but to re-locate your hands. In Ashley’s case, it was well worth the relocation! Her breasts, even through her top, were so wonderfully warm and inviting, I had to cup them separately so as neither could complain of preferential treatment. Outsize mammaries are for me the ultimate turn-off – Ashley had the most perfectly shaped and sized breasts, bridging the gap effortlessly between young teen and serial pole-dancer.

Kissing her was but sensory-overload. When you touch a girl’s lips with your own and feel her wanting…needing…. giving , it is such a turn-on and also a privilege that she is responding thus. I told her she was everything I had expected and more. I don’t know if she believed me but I tried to explain that this wasn’t why I had come, it was her . What we were doing was merely the result of her being the beautiful person I could feel – metaphorically speaking.

There is such a delicate line between crass sexual groping and appreciative physical caress. It is a line most girls are aware of and one that the average man has no idea about. Most men look to be turned-on. The majority of girls crave the physical sharing . These two things are light-years apart and for the needful female there is the awesome stumbling block that men, when all is said and done, are simply adult boys. Most fifteen-year old girls in my experience are emotionally so far ahead of the average thirty-year old male….it’s a joke.

Anyway, enough of the psych lesson. Ashley had slid down a little on the bed and was looking so damned comfy there. I was continuing to just gently fondle her while I kissed her neck and shoulders – right alongside that bra strap that was driving me crazy. I think from memory, she was purring. Shrek was pretty much out of the picture when I made the bold, if not decisively forward decision to kiss her leg…just below the hem of her skirt.

Finding that no slap across the face was forthcoming, I repeated the gesture. Definitely a winner. She closed her eyes and wriggled a little. I stuck with the manual and very gently pushed her skirt up marginally. Still no slap and with those extra few inches, was able to kiss her now just that much higher up. Her eyes closed for longer periods and those cute little sighs were really most encouraging, I leant forward, pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. She melted. It was so easy to tell her I wanted her and that I thought she was the most desirable girl on the planet right at that moment…why? Because it was true!

Easing her back down on the pillow, I just began to undo the buttons on her blouse. She was breathing heavily. I was lucky to even be breathing! As her pretty little bra was exposed, I just knelt there beside her and slipped a finger inside both cups, very gently teasing her nipples. So soft was she – God had deservedly taken out "Best and fairest sculptor’s award" for sure, that night back in 1983 when her mom had conceived her.

Her little top I slipped off and just looked down at her lying there…so vulnerable and soo hot. Slipping her bra straps down, I just eased her breasts free of her bra and she almost whimpered as her arms came up protectively.

Holding her hands now gently above her head, I lowered my lips to her breasts and kissed both. She squirmed - half in pleasure, half in anticipation I imagine. As my mouth took-in her entire right nipple, the sensation was for me exquisite. So erect now, she clung on to me as I suckled her, first one side, then the other.

I can still taste her there, recall how aroused she was making me. I wanted to do so much to her, but this was to be no rushed performance, I wanted it all to last for ever. I turned her over on her tummy, and guided her hands upwards on to the pillow held them there. The scent of her hair was just so deeply intoxicating as I nuzzled her neck and whispered how much she meant to me right then. I began just gently massaging her shoulders and letting my hands caress her. We really didn’t need that bra..so unhooking it I just disentangled the thing and tossed it across the bed. That left the more than pleasurable ability to kiss her right down her spine to her lower back.

Ashley was now in an almost constant state of wriggling as I was left with the almost meagre challenge of unzipping her skirt and sending it too, on its way. She gasped a little, which seeing as she was simply clad now in just a hot little pair of what might have been young girl’s panties, was understandable really.

I had known from pics she had sent me months earlier that she had a really hot little bottom. The camera hadn’t lied, they don’t make them any hotter. At the risk of incurring her wrath, I simply took a hold of the elastic, pulled them down but half an inch or so and kissed the upper part of her beautiful curves. Now that did get a "nooooooooo" but I figure it was more for effect than anything else, especially as I did it again tugging it down even further and with no resistance that time – just a gasp. I could have kissed her there all night.

It was now at the business end of the teasing! I turned her over once more and of course she gave a little girl yelp and covered her breasts protectively. Hot as that was, I had other plans and just leaned forward and kissed her hard on the front of her panties. Ashley forgot about her nipples and just gasping with surprise I suppose, awaited my next move.

She didn’t have long to wait. Once again I kissed her right on her pussy, making sure the pressure was such that she would be in no doubt as to my intent. I love looking at a girl’s eyes when she finally realises you are going to make love to her. There is in them, that wavering combination of sexual pleading, open vulnerability, arousal, submission and an acceptance of her immediate fate.

I gently but firmly tugged her knickers down, the sight of which just about rendered me catatonic. So hot and desirable was she I really could say nothing. I simply laid my hand on her delicately pronounced labia and idly slipped my finger between the lips. She was not far off volcanic. I was not far off deranged! I can’t be sure now, so befuddled was I with the sight, but I think I asked some cretinous question like "may I lick you gently?" Whatever dumbo poser I asked her, she just nodded and I spent fully twenty minutes exploring her down there.

I recall so much caressing, rubbing and digital stimulation, eventually one or both of us was certifiable.

"Make love to me," she whispered, at which point I felt like an emotionally retarded freshman. I did remember how to make love though. Divesting myself of my own pants was but a moment’s work. I then simply pulled her legs up, parted them and holding her knees wide allowed her to take a hold of my erection which she guided to the promised land. I wanted this to last. Again, I cannot repeat too often, the eyes are the windows into the soul.

If you want to know what’s going on with a girl when you make love to her – look into her eyes. Doesn’t matter what she says, what hot little noises she is making – that’s just the icing on the cake, look at her and feel the passion.

That’s exactly what Ashley and I shared that night – pure unadulterated passion . What may or may not have happened in both our lives…before and after, cannot vary the consequences of that evening. From my first very gentle thrusts inside her, which elicited both moans and a need on my part to take her deeper, right through to my driving so hard into her that she clung to me, a female completely on-heat……in all that time, I never lost sight of who she was and the respect I had for her existence. An ‘orgasm’ underplays descriptively and quantitatively what we reached. We "touched" and that , if you can manage it, is the highest pleasure attainable. The moment stays with you because you realise you got to somewhere special… with someone special!

The credits for Shrek 2 were long over, when the haze lifted. I lay beside her, holding her hand while with my right hand, I traced around the outline of her very damp pussy, watching the steady trickle of my semen as it leaked from her and ran down the inside of her leg. I allowed a small amount to gather at the end of my finger and then raising it to her breast just rubbed it gently across her still very erect nipple. She put her hand over mine and we both cupped her breast like proud new parents.

Having extolled the virtues of true love-making and having endeavored to describe accurately just how meaningful was that first union, there comes a time inevitably when a girl likes to be fucked silly . For Ashley, that time came not long afterwards. I knew the symptoms. A dull red glint in the eyes that grows in intensity. Provocative body movements, especially with their hot little bottoms, a sense if you like that they want it rougher this time….more heat less bleat. They turn up the sex, turn down the flirting. You know immediately that what’s needed here is a cock as far up their pussy as you can get it and from any position you care to name…whatever is hottest! In Ashley’s case, on all fours with her bottom headed skywards definitely did the trick. Nor was I gentle this time….so convincing was she – even I wanted to rape her senseless.

To say, I took her hard would be to understate the moment. I "gave it to her" is more the key phrase here. It must have answered the call well enough – I remember that hot little smile as I rolled her on her back afterwards and how she clutched at her pussy with both hands, seeking probably to stem the seeping tide. I loved the idea of it all being inside her too.

She stayed the night of course and never have I spent a more loving evening. Cuddled up behind her in her "S" bend, I nuzzled her neck all night, lightly caressed her back and hips. Whispered all kinds of loving nonsense in her ears – much of which she would never have heard, being asleep soon afterwards. Sometimes during the darkness she would turn to me and I would be able to suck her breasts until I almost passed out with contentment myself. Even asleep, I could make out her sweet smile. Just once I was able to spread her legs while she was on her back and penetrating her so carefully, I worked at my mission until I filled her, while she slept unknowing of the enormous pleasure she was giving me.

I can never be complete now without her.

© 2004

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living with girlfriend; her mom

_stokenit_ on Sex Stories

In my last story, I described a true event that happened with my ex girlfriends sister.  Here is another story of many I want to share with you

 

I had a great job, but it required me to get up before anyone else. But one day I was tired and I slept in.  Everyone was off to school and work except her mother.  She was beautiful for a 45 year old.

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an style="mso-spacerun: yes">  She was perfect size. She had beautiful dark straight hair and beautiful brown eyes.  She also had a killer ass and I got a semi just looking at it. I sensed that she knew I was a pervert, but I didn’t care.  She saw that look in my eyes sometimes when I looked at her daughter, so I think she knew something was up. 

 

I was walking to my room where I had my clothes, which was on the other side of the bathroom. As I was walking down the steps, I heard the water running and as I looked through the door, I saw light!  The trim was not on all the way which gained access to see inside.  What I saw was the most amazing sight I had seen in years.  There was mom, facing the door starting to strip as the shower warmed up.  By the time I saw her, she was in her bra and panties.  She undid the bra slowly and her perfect breasts became visible.  I had to reach in and start to stroke myself. Then her panties slid down slowly and she had the most beautiful pussy. I had never seen an older woman’s pussy and to say it was much more beautiful than my own girlfriend who was 22.  I was only able to see her bush and her clit. But it was amazing. 

 

She opened the curtain and jumped in the shower.  I ran into the other room and started to beat off.  Thinking of what I just had seen and was so hot I was tempted to go in there and offer to wash her.  She had been divorced for a year and I know she hasn’t gotten laid since then.  Just as I was sticking a finger in my ass to stimulate me more, I heard a moan!  I frantically placed my ear to the wall and I heard soft moaned for about 10 minutes.  Here was this beauty rubbing her pussy, thinking she was home all alone!

Then I heard her cum, and she screamed out a name.  She screamed out “jonny jonny jonny, yeah fuck my ass baby.”  I heard the shower turn off and I quietly ran back to the lounge where I had been sleeping.

 

I know there was no way she thought I was home because I was awake for a while and she didn’t come in there.  Her bedroom was by the bathroom, so there was no need to go into the lounge.

 

So I had an idea. I was so horny since I didn’t cum earlier. So before she came out of the bathroom, I lay back on the couch and pulled my shorts down a little bit to start to play with my aching cock. I had a motive.  If she caught me, she would be embarrassed and maybe walk away. But then at least she saw my cock and wanted her to see it. So I figured when she caught me, I can now take a shower and beat off.  So I lay there stroking it with my eyes closed when I heard footsteps towards the lounge.  My breathing got harder as I never been so dirty and turned on before in my life! 

 

As I was rubbing the precum on my cockhead, I heard her voice.  “Sorry, I didn’t know you were home.”  I opened my eyes and she was only wearing a towel. It covered everything, but it was still sexy.  But she was still there staring at me.  So I just froze looking into her eyes with my cock still in my hand.  We both didn’t know what to do.  It was a moment of truth as I knew no matter what; she couldn’t tell anyone what she had seen.  So in a daring attempt, I stroked it again as she watched.  I somehow felt ashamed and was taking this poor horny lonely woman advantage of.

 

She looked long and hard, and then ran out in disgust!  I was shocked.  I was such an asshole to think I can fuck my girlfriend’s mother as well as touch her sister in her sleep.  Who was I was the question.

 

So I pulled up and went into the kitchen where she was making coffee.  I said I was sorry and I was excited being caught, as it was my fantasy. She said it was ok, but she felt disrespected and embarrassed.  She then said she was tempted, but knew it was wrong.  She started to explain how she craved attention and affection and wasn’t able to get any because she was always so busy and had an 11 year old son to take care of and didn’t feel right bringing men back to the house.  I said I understand and with me masturbating must have made it worse. It was a real nice heart felt conversation about her sex and love desires.

 

So I proposed something. I said since we are home alone, why don’t we spend the day together.  I promised I wouldn’t hit on her at all, but said I would make her feel sexy.  I asked her to trust me on this as I said to lay on her bed on her stomach with the towel over her backside and ill give her a massage.

 

I walked into the room wearing only a towel so she felt the same as me….almost exposed.  I sat next to her and started to massage her head and hair and she let out a moan.  I worked her back and sides, brushing her breasts on purpose, and I got no rejections.  Here I was massaging my girlfriend’s nude mother. And this is definitely a true story!  After her back, I started on her legs. I worked my way up slowly and then I got to her thighs.  I started to rub my hands back and forth on one of then and then shockingly, she parted her legs.  I said “are you sure you want to do that?”  She said yes, as a massage is only touching and it wasn’t sexual.  Uh huh!  So I refrained from touching her pussy, but felt the heat she was giving off and I started to get hard myself.

 

Daringly, I removed the towel and saw such a hot ass. It was so tight I saw her brown eye staring at me.  I took the massage oil and poured it directly on her anus, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.  I worked my hands around her ass and then massaged her hole.  Since it was only a massage, I decided to go further, I rubbed harder and then stuck a finger inside and she immediately raised her hips to accept it.

 

Ok. Massage over, now time to have fun.  She whipped around and ripped my towel off in a second.  She seemed possessed.  She started saying the nastiest things I never expected her to say.  Let me see that hard cock again, when u were massaging me, all I could think about was that hard thick cock in my ass and pussy.  With that, she spread her ass apart and I dove in with my mouth and sucked her ass.  I tongue fucked her hard as she bucked around and withered around. I then went to her pussy and she came on contact.  I ate her so hard she came a few times.  I was torn, I needed attention on my cock, but I loved eating out my girlfriend’s mom.

 

She then asked if I would just stick the head of my cock in her ass and jerk off until I came.  I said ok and my cock went in, it was so tight, but I loved it.  She reached under and rubbed her clit and my balls at the same time.  I was jerking it and then I said I was going to cum in her hot fucking ass.  I then knew she loved dirty talk because she came all over my balls. So I kept it up and she said to call her mommy.  Whoooooo  I said.  Now that was a little too freaky, but I did it.  She asked me to say to her “ I love fucking you ass mommy, may I please cum now?”  With that she said yes, please cum in my ass.  I did so and it was so fucking good. 

 

A second after that.  She took her own finger in her ass and plugged it.  I was confused.  Not being so horny anymore, she was trying to blackmail me I think. She said the only way she wouldn’t say a word to anyone was if I lay on my back. “NOW!” she said.  So I did.  She then squatted over my mouth and removed her finger and my cum dribbled into my mouth.  I have never tasted my cum before, so I was a little freaked. Plus I know it was mixed with her shit.  But at the same time I got so fucking turned on having my cum drip into my mouth out of her so hot ass I got another hard on.  She laughed and said it was enough for one day, and this will never happen again.

 

So I cleaned up and walked away scared. I was ashamed and I felt humiliated. I knew I went too far this time.  But the next week I topped that one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

INNOCENT ANGLE(PART2)

noori03 on Sex Stories

INNOCENT ANGLE(PART2) SUHAIL BEG Angle stayed in the bath for a few more minutes to calm down. She looked content and had a broad smile on her face when she continued talking to me."Hold out the towel for me, please," she asked.I got the towel and held it open in my hands. She stepped out of the tub and slowly took the few paces up to me, completely unashamed. She turned and backed into the towel and my arms. I closed the towel around her and just kept my arms around her."Dry me," she asked softly. I stroked my hands over her body, circling her breasts and over her pubic area. She giggled as if she was ticklish. Maybe it was the towel. It was lovely. At last I was allowed to touch her."Enough," Angle suddenly said. "Why don't you take a shower while I mak
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e the dinner. It's been a hot day."I did as I was told. When I came down in the kitchen she was well on the way with the dinner. It smelled good. She had also laid the table in the dining room and put candles on the table. his looks and smells very good," I said. " It deserves wine. Will you join me?""No," she said, "I can't. I have to drive home.""Can't you stay over," I asked. "There are plenty of room.""Well, yes, thank you," she said, " I was afraid you would never ask."We had an excellent dinner and good wine. We were sitting a long time at the table talking about our lives. Eventually she raised and we cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. "Time for bed," Angle said. "Will you do me a favor and get my bag from the car, please. And can I use your bathroom?"I went out for her bag. Had she planned to stay over night? Had she planned anything else? She hadn't given me any hint, none I was aware of anyway, only been very pleasant the whole evening. I went upstairs with her bag and stood in the hall for a while, not sure what to do. Then I went into my bedroom and heard her in the bathroom. Then I saw the door open and the light went out in the bathroom."You can take the bedroom next door," I started to say. Then Angle emerged from the dark."Silly," she said giggling, "Isn't there room enough here?" And she moved past me and took the bedcover off my bed and lay down in a seductive pose. And she was naked and adorable and was going to be mine after all. "Hurry up and get ready for bed." Angle giggled. "I want you."I had to go to the bathroom but made it quick. Perhaps I was afraid she would change her mind and go away. I now saw why she had told me to get a shower.I went back into the bedroom, a little shy and had put my bathrobe on. But I had no reason to be afraid. When I approached the bed she smiled her broad, warm smile and held out her arms for me. And when I got close she sat up and opened my bathrobe and had it fell down from my shoulders. "Silly," she said again. "I want you naked. I have longed to see and feel your cock. I have teased you all week and seen it outlined in your pants and it looked promising. And now I can see I was right."And she took my cock in her hand and dragged me towards her mouth. I stopped at the side of the bed and she opened her mouth and took my cock in as long as it would go. She sucked and licked at it helping with her hand at the base. She looked up at me now and then. She moved my cock in and out and I felt that I was near to come. "Hold on, be careful or I will come instantly," I said.Angle stopped sucking my cock."I want you to come," she said simply and started to suck again.And I came. I spurted in her mouth and she swallowed it all without hesitation. It felt as heaven. Angle sucked me dry and then lay back in the bed urging me to come down to her. "I wanted you to come quickly. I guess it's been a long time since you have had your dick inside a real woman, " she said. " I want to have a long, good fuck later. And I am able to have your dick stand at attention for me again in a while. But now it's your turn to please me." And she rolled on her back spreading her legs. I started to kiss and lick her body from her mouth, over her breasts down her ribs, over her belly. I tested her belly button and my thumb fit nicely. I put my cheek against her pubic hair and felt it's silky softness. I let my fingers sift through the hair and took a firm grip of her mons stretching her labia and rocking it back and forth. She moaned and seemed to like it. I shifted position and put my mouth at her pussy lips inhaling her scent. Slowly I started licking her, probing deep into her cunt. She pressed her thighs around my head and they were as strong and smooth as I had guessed. She started to squirm and moan and soon she became violent in her movements. Her hips bucked and it was hard for me to hold my position licking her cunt and clit. Suddenly she pushed my head back and bucked wildly and then became stiff. An orgasm rippled her body in several spasms. She cried out in ecstasy. After a while she pulled me up between her legs, on top of her. "How do my hips feel to lie on," she giggled, "are you comfortable?""Very much, " I said, "and your breasts feel incredible against my chest."We embraced and kissed for a long time, me on top of her. Then I rolled off her and asked her to turn over. She looked inquiringly at me but made it. I started to kiss her from her neck down again but this time over her strong backside. I could feel her muscles contract and relax as I kissed her. I came down to her buttocks and massaged them with my hands. Slowly I parted her cheeks and started licking down her crack. She was aroused and squirmed. She spread her legs to give me better access. She stiffened when I reamed her buttonhole with my tongue."I can't remember giving you permission to do that," she said giggling, "but it feels good so do go on. But wait, let's reposition so you can do me better."Angle sat up on her knees and pushed me down on my back. She put a pillow under my head and positioned herself on her hands and knees with her backside within easy reach for my tongue.I started to lick her slit from the clit to her buttonhole and put my tongue deep inside her cunt. "Now wait," she said laughing throatily, " you were supposed to ream my buttonhole, remember. I want it there NOW."I obliged and made my tongue arrow-like and pressed into her rose bud as far as I could. I licked and probed her hole and now and then also her clit and cunt. She liked it and bucked up and down nearly breaking my nose. I reached up and caressed her lovely bouncing breasts. She started to cry out and pressed down on my tongue keeping it inside her bud. She also rubbed her clit fast.And then she came in a violent orgasm, sitting upright on my face. Her nipples stiffened in my hands before she slumped down over my legs. I slowly stroked her hips, outer thighs and over her belly."Wow," she said when she finally turned around and lay at my side. "That was good. You certainly know what pleases a woman. I didn't really expect that."Angle laughed happily and cuddled up to me and kissed me.After a while I started to stroke over her back and down over her buttocks. She adjusted her legs giving me access to her inner thighs and her pussy from behind. I caressed her and she started to respond."Hey, wait," she said. "Time for that good long fuck, don't you think. I promised I would get your dick back up again, didn't I."And she went for my dick. I had felt it harden a little for a while and was certain I would be able to perform on my own but I was curious to see what she had in mind so I held back. She took me in her mouth and gently started to lick and suck. It got a little hard. She withdrew and got something from the bedside table. I became aware that she had put a few things there. Must have come from her bag.Angle repositioned herself and took my dick back in her mouth. She did something I could not see but suddenly I felt her finger against my anus starting to press. And she had the finger smeared with some jelly. It was obvious she was going to probe into my hole.I tried to relax my sphincter muscle and she suddenly slipped inside. She moved her finger in and out a few times to make it comfortable and grease up the channel.She started on my cook again with her mouth and one hand at the base. Her other hand was busy in my anus, her finger probing deep. She searched for something and suddenly I jerked. She had found my prostate gland and started to massage it gently. My cook immediately started to harden. When I was semi erect she took her finger out of my anus and my cook out of her mouth."Come," she said, "put your dick in me from behind."And she repositioned herself. She lay on her side; one leg bent up towards her chest and the other raised. I lay at an angle behind her, my legs between hers. She put down her upper leg and pushed at my bottom. She dragged my dick towards her cunt and it felt as if I was sucked into her. She lay still for a moment and when I started to buck into her she stopped me."Wait, " she said, "I want you real hard first." And she started to use her inner muscles to massage my dick. And she was good at it. The squeezing started at the base and went up to the tip. Several times after another. She was milking my cook with her muscles. I lay still enjoying the sensation, feeling my cook grew hard.When she felt I was at full attention she pushed me out and went up on her hands and knees."Fuck me long and hard," she commanded.I positioned myself behind her and pushed forward. Her hand met my cook and guided it into her cunt. She was wet and I slid inside without problem. I began fucking her deep and slow to start with and then with more rapid strokes. She met my movements with her own and we found a rhythm. I reached down and cupped her breasts, fondling them. Then I put one hand over her mons and clit and caressed her. She started to writhe and moan and suddenly she cried out and was still. We held the position while her first orgasm ebbed out.Angle looked back over her shoulder, a big smile on her face."That was good," she said, "but you are not finished yet, are you." She looked a bit anxious.She pushed me out of her and lay down on her back, opening up her legs."Come to me, I want more," she said as she dragged me down over her.Again I could feel the surge from her cunt as I entered her. I just lay on top of her adjusting to her body, my dick deep inside."Are you comfortable up there" she giggled and put her legs around my bottom pressing me deeper into her. And she had strong thighs. I couldn't move.Angle loosened her grip on my bottom and started bucking."Come on, fuck," she giggled. She used her legs to press and hammer on my backside guiding me to the rhythm she liked. And she wanted it varied. Slow, then faster and back to slow again. And she wanted my cook to go deep inside her.Suddenly she had another orgasm. It just came rippling through her body and she hold me tight to her with her legs back around my waist. "Wonderful, I liked that," she said. "Now I want you to come together with me. I think you are ready for it." Angle started to meet my thrusts but this time she also used her cunt muscles making herself narrower inside and gripping my shaft. The sensation was incredible and I felt I was near to come. I told her so."Yes, come, come" she cried, "I want you to and I am ready"I thrust into her fast and hard and she cried out. And I came, standing over her on my arms, my dick buried in her cunt. It was heaven. I can't describe the feeling.Slowly I lay down on her wide, inviting hips and slowly relaxed. She was silent for a long time looking happy.She looked up into my eyes and smiled."That was good," she said, "really good. Much better than I expected from you. And your stamina! I never thought you would give me several orgasms in a row before your own."Angle hugged me and closed her legs around my buttocks to prevent me from dropping out of her pussy. She held me close to her for a long time. And I felt most comfortable between her strong legs and on her wide hips. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest. I think I had a short nap in her arms. It was delightful and such a long time ago. When I woke up the next morning Angle was not beside me in the bed. I nearly panicked at the thought that she had left. Then I saw her bag and other of her things and relaxed. I lay back and thought about the tremendous evening and how generous she had been and her sexy body and behavior. It was certainly something to remember. I almost got an erection just from thinking about her.Angle suddenly opened the bedroom door. She was already dressed, at least she had a frock on that went down to mid thigh."Come on sleepy," she giggled, "breakfast is almost ready." And she came forward and bent down and kissed me showing her swinging breasts. No bra."What have we got here?" she said with a broad smile when she stroked over my body and felt my erection. "Is that my doing?" And she laughed happily. "But I want breakfast first, what about you?"And she left the room. I took a quick shower and followed her down. I had become uninhibited and was dressed only in my bathrobe.Angle had laid a breakfast table outside in the garden. She had coffee and juice ready but also something in a cup I first couldn't identify. It was only one cup. Angle saw my puzzlement and giggled."That is good for you. It's a raw egg. I think you need it after yesterday to recover." And she actually blushed a little. Did she have something in her mind?We had a lovely breakfast together. It was already midmorning and the sun was warm. After we had cleared the table we sat in the garden enjoying the weather. It got warm and Angle could not sit still but went around in the garden. She went inside and when she came back she had changed to a new, very revealing spider net bikini. The bra supported her ample bosom and made her breasts stand out and bounce lovely. The open back string "panties" covered nothing but framed and enhanced her pussy and her thick, dark brown forest. She looked really tempting and my dick swelled. May be the raw egg helped?Like the days before she pranced around in the garden showing off her body. She swayed her hips with exaggerated movements, which made her breasts and ass bounce. And she was heaven to look at. She looked more naked with the bikini on than she would have without it. The garment emphasized her charms and framed both her breasts and ass nicely. And her pussy was inviting.Suddenly Angle stood at my side."Come on, come and get me," she giggled.She took a few steps away from me and looked over her shoulder ready to run away.She wanted to play. I raised from the chair and started to chase her. She was quick but let me come close several times and let my hand brush over her body. Suddenly she climbed up on a big boulder and stood as a Greek statue, slowly turning around. She was marvelous to look at.Angle climbed down again and came up to me from behind. She put her arms around me and untied my bathrobe belt and slid the bathrobe off me."Wow," she exclaimed jokingly, "sorry, didn't know you were naked underneath. Like to show off, don't you. And that thing looks promising. Come and get me."And she ran away again and I chased her.She suddenly stopped and let me catch her. I took her in my arms and she melted into me. We embraced and I got fully erect.She pushed me down on the grass and had me lying on my back. My dick pointed upwards.Angle stood over me and slowly unfastened her bikini bottom at the side. It slid off her. Then she let go of her bra. And she was standing in the nude over me, giving me a tremendous sight up her lovely body. And she looked marvelous. The sunbeams filtered through her pussy hair and made her thick forest shining and glistening. Her slightly open pussy smiled at me. She slowly lowered herself and positioned her pussy over my mouth. I started licking her cunt lips and her crack, up and down. I caressed her ass cheeks and her hips and my hands went up to her breast and massaged them. It didn't take long until she came and she held my head to direct the strokes of my tongue.She was rigid and still for a few seconds. Then she backed and lowered herself down on my erect cook. I didn't need any extra help today. She eased down with short strokes up and down and I was soon completely accommodated in her wet tight cunt. She sat down and bent forward caressing my chest with her breasts. I stroked her body with my hands, over her back, her ass cheeks and the sides of her breast. She raised her upper body and started to move up and down, slowly at first then faster. She changed her tempo several times between wild bucking with short strokes to long, slow and deep fucking.I felt my arousal grew and I grabbed her hips trying to adjust to her rhythm. She felt it and sat down and squeezed her inner muscles. She milked my cook with rippling muscle contractions and it felt great. I came violently and when she felt that she bent down over me and bucked with short strokes and very soon she came herself.Angle collapsed on top of me and we lay on the grass for a long time.Eventually she sat up and smiled. She squeezed her muscles but there were little for her to grasp. She laughed of joy and satisfaction and I caressed her body."Thank you very, very much," I said. "You are so good. I don't know what to say or do to tell you how much this meant to me and how great I feel. You are so sexy and caring and a fantastic lover. And your pussy is just heaven to be in."Oh, thank you, yourself," she giggled. "You are not that bad either I must say. I have to reconsider about Asian men. You have more patience and stamina than the local men I have met do. I really enjoyed myself."She laughed again and stood up and went inside. I slowly followed her somehow feeling this was the end of it.And I was right. When I came back out after getting dressed she was already there putting her bag in the car. She had a thin, short summer dress that made her body full justice."I have to leave now," she said, a little sad, " it has been a good weekend and I have really liked our games. If you feel at ease my mission is completed. I am not a gold digger. I liked to have sex with you because I like you, but I will not go on with this relationship."Do you really have to leave already" I said, disappointed. "I like to have you around. I have looked forward for you to show up this two weeks. And you have made me real happy and content this weekend."She came up to me and we hugged for a long time."Yes," she finally said. "I have to leave. My aunt comes back this evening and she will look after you. I will see you also now and then even if we don't screw."And she went away in her car.The sun suddenly seemed to be less bright and my vigor shrank. The next afternoon Karen showed up. She looked fresh and healthy and said she had had a very good vacation.Oh yes it was all excellent Suhail8858@hotmail.com Suhail8858@yahoo.com

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Faith barely managed to pull her tired frame out of bed. She was worn out from working too many hours as a real estate agent. Yesterday she started at 8 AM and didn’t finish showing the last house until 9:30 at night.
She didn’t know why she kept that job. The money was good but she was under a great deal of stress most of the time. She would’ve quit a long time ago if it weren’t for the fact that her job provided a nonstop supply of long cocks to fuck and suck on a weekly basis.

Faith had loved to have multiple sex partners ever since her junior year of high school when she had her fi

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rst sexual experience. They say your first time is the most important sex you’ll ever have because it usually shapes the way you like to be fucked for the rest of your life. In Faith’s case, they were right.

She thought back to her first time. It was so great. Who would have ever thought that little Faith could handle sucking five big cocks in a row? Who would have thought she could take all five cocks to the back of her tiny mouth without gagging and swallow every drop of cum? Who would have thought she would have the gall to do this with five of her coworkers, all of whom had girlfriends.

Even now, at age 25, she still fantasized about the day that would shape the way she felt about sex for the rest of her life. It made her pussy drip every time she thought about it. That experience turned Faith into a cum guzzler who liked sucking dick on the job, especially when the dick was attached to a married man.

She showered, ate breakfast, and got dressed in a sexy bra-and-panty set that she wore under her business skirt. She put her glasses on and looked at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. As she was checking herself out, the phone rang.

“Hello,” she said in her cheery saleswoman voice.

“Faith, hi, this is Shawn.”

“Oh, hi. What’s up?” Shawn was Faith’s friend. She was especially fond of him because he kept an open mind about her sexuality. People were always giving her a hard time because she liked to fuck so many married men. Shawn never mistreated her or disrespected her and she loved him for it. She would do anything for him. She even offered to suck his dick but Shawn was faithful to his wife. He would never cheat on her.

He had run into some financial trouble and had to sell his house in a hurry. The first person he called was Faith. She agreed to not only sell the house, but even give him her portion of the commission to help him get back on his feet.

Shawn said, “Faith, I messed up.” He sounded frantic.

“What do you mean?” asked Faith.

“Remember I said we had a whole year before they foreclosed on the house? I was wrong. I misunderstood the message they left on my voicemail. I thought the guy said I have thirteen months. He said I have thirteen weeks. That was three months ago. We only have until the end of this week to sell the house or they’ll take it.”

“Did you say thirteen weeks? It usually takes at least a year before they get finished with the legal stuff.”

“It has been about a year. I started having financial problems a long time ago. I’ve been missing payments since last year.”

“You should have told me. I would have given you the money.”

“I know you would’ve but I didn’t wanna bother you with my problems. Damn it, Faith. My shit’s in the wind. The house isn’t going to sell by then.”

Faith said, “Shawn, listen to me. Start packing your bags. The house will be gone by the end of the day. I have a client set up to view it and I guarantee he’ll buy it. I just need you to be out of the house between six and seven o’clock.”

“How do you know he’s gonna buy?”

“Let me worry about that. He’ll buy; I know he will. Just be out between six and seven o’clock and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Faith met with her last client of the day. He was an older man in his mid 40’s that she noticed was always looking at her ass. She had never fucked an older man before, but she really wanted to try it and see if the rumor about the experience an older man brings to the table was true.

His name was Victor. She thought he was cute. Normally she would have already tried to fuck him but she was a little intimidated by his age. She wasn’t sure if he would like her. That’s why she thought this situation was blessing in disguise. It gave her a good reason to try.

She told Victor to get in her car. She wanted to ride together this time instead of having him follow behind her like he usually did.

She had the top buttons undone on her blouse and spread wide open to give Victor a good look at her cleavage. She started up a conversation just to make eye contact and bat her eyelashes at him. She was trying to test him out and see if he was interested.

He was. The more she smiled and winked, the closer he leaned to her. He kept peeping downward to get a look at those luscious tits. Victor had fucked plenty of business women in his college days. Being here with Faith was starting to bring back old memories.

They arrived at Shawn’s house. Faith walked with an exaggerated switch as she led Victor up the walkway. She said, “This is my personal favorite house. If I didn’t already have one, this is the house I’d buy.”

She looked over her shoulder. Victor was staring at her ass with lust in his eyes. He looked up when he noticed she was looking at him. She smiled and he smiled back. “You’re supposed to be looking at the house, Victor,” she said.

“I like the scenery down there better.”

“You’re so silly,” she said. She took the key out of the lockbox and unlocked the door. She allowed Victor to enter first. As she held the door for him, she quickly checked his crotch. It was bulging in his pants. Her pussy started getting wet. She knew she was getting some cock tonight.

She pointed out how spacey the house was, showed him the den and the backyard through the kitchen window. It was very well kept.

Her nerves started getting edgy as she led him to the dining room. She was about to make her move and she didn’t know how he would react. She said, “Do you like?”

“Yes, but it seems like a waste of space for a single guy like me, though.”

“Well, you might not be single all your life.”

“That’s true.”

“So you like it so far?”

“It’s nice. Let’s take a look at the bedroom.”

Faith smiled and her eyes lit up. She said, “Okay. Follow me.”

The bedroom was huge. There was a gigantic window that went from the floor to the ceiling and covered the entire length of the room. She agreed that it was too big for a single guy. She had to make a move now or lose the sale.

She led Victor to the private bathroom, said, “You get your own restroom and it’s only accessible through the master bedroom. It comes complete with plenty of storage space under the cabinet…”

Victor didn’t hear anything else that came out of Faith’s mouth because she bent over to show him the cabinets and her ass looked truly beautiful in that skirt.

She saw that the bulge in his pants had gotten bigger. She sat on bathroom counter, lifted her skirt high enough for Victor to see her thighs, and stopped just short of her pussy. She said, “You got plenty of space to do things in the bathroom, anything you might want.”

Victor trembled and started breathing deeply. He grabbed a handful of cock and said, “I can think of a few things I’d like to do.”

“So do you think this is the house for you?”

Victor said, “I don’t know. I think I need to see more.”

Faith knew what he was talking about. He wanted to see more of her body. She started to relax now that she knew Victor was willing.

She said, “It’s nearing the end of the month and I’ve got to make my quota.” She started unbuttoning her blouse all the way down. “Can I show you some more features?” She leaned over the bathroom sink and raised her skirt all the way up.

Victor stared lustfully with his mouth open as he massaged his prick. Faith looked so sexy leaning over the sink bent over with her high heel pumps and curly locks of hair. Her panties fit close. They were snug between her white ass cheeks. Faith bent further over. Victor’s heart just about melted as he stared at the two lovely masses of flesh parted by a fine crack.

Her tender pussy was dripping cunt juice. The part of her panties that touched it was soaked.

Victor said, “That looks real good. This fucking house is starting to look really good.”

“We’re not done yet, Victor. There are still some other features that you haven’t seen yet.” She took off her shirt and sat on the counter with her legs open, gently caressing her thighs. She moved her hands up her belly to her tits and started kneading them. Then she unhooked it and took it off completely.

Poor Victor looked like he was on the verge of losing control. His upper lip was quivering and he was taking small steps towards her. For a moment, he closely resembled a madman.

“You like?”

He nodded.

“Well let’s look at the rest of the house.” She walked past him shaking her ass from side to side. The only thing she was wearing was high heels and tight panties that were conveniently wedged in her cute ass.

With built-in cabinets and shelves attached to the wall, the den was the perfect place to fuck. She said, “Check out these high cabinets up here.” She sat on the counter and spread her legs from east to west. Only the thin string of her panties concealed her pussy.

“Oh, my goodness,” said Victor. “This house is starting to look good now.”

“I think this is going to be your favorite room.”

“Why do you think that?” asked Victor as he approached her.

“Well, I just think that there’re plenty of opportunities in here.”

She grabbed the back of his head and buried him in her soft tits. He squeezed both tits together and forced his tongue between them, then closed his mouth around the left nipple and made his way to the right.

He said, “Oh, yeah, you got lots of great features.”

Faith nudged him away, turned around, bent over and pulled her panties down to the floor. She said, “I’m kinda partial to this as well.” She reached behind her and rubbed her fingers in her greasy slit.

“Mmmmmm, nice curves. I’m loving this house more and more already.”

“So you think we can work something out?”

“We can definitely work something out,” Victor said as he got on his knees and massaged Faith’s ass. As he enjoyed the pliable feel of her rear end, he slid his thumbs in her pussy and opened it up. There were clear traces of cunt juice around the clit and in the hole. He held the pussy lips open with two fingers while he slid the index finger of the other hand deep inside her twat.

Faith started rocking back and forth on his hand. It felt like a thin dick was inside of her. Her juices were flowing like rain now.

Victor couldn’t resist getting taste of this sexy young tender. He made her hold still and spread her pussy as wide as it would open. Then he put his face as far in it as it would go.

Faith clung to the shelf to keep from falling over. Her head was feeling dizzy from Victor’s soft tongue swirling around in her hole. He straightened his tongue and rolled it up like an arrow. He jabbed at her pussy with his tongue, using it like a miniature cock and didn’t stop until she came.

He wiped his cunt soaked face and stood up. Faith said, “So are you ready to shake on the deal?”

“I don’t know. I think I need more time.”

Faith put her finger in her mouth and started sucking on it. She leaned on her knees and said, “What would it take to convince you?”

Victor said, “Hmmm” pretending to think it over. “Something that’ll get my mind off the money.”

“Like what?”

“I know—like if I could concentrate on that mouth of yours.”

Faith got on her knees and crawled to him like a sexy cat. She licked her lips as she focused on that piece of hard meat concealed in his pants. She pulled his dick out. She was surprised to see that it was very big. For some reason, she expected and older man to have a smaller cock.

It was oozing pre-cum, which was fine because it meant he was on the verge of an orgasm. She was enjoying herself but it was getting late and she had to wrap up the deal. The way to do that was to wrap the stiff prick in her face.

Her pussy tingled as she put Victor’s meaty cock in her mouth. Oh, fuck, she loved her job. Where else could you fuck married men, single men, older men, young men, every kind of man in the world?

Victor humped her wet mouth and watched her take it all in. His cock was jumping in her mouth. This young slut was a pro. He said, “You saved the best for last.”

Faith said, “Why do you think I’m the number one house seller out here?” When the last word was out of her mouth, Victor’s cock was back in it. She pulled it out again and started licking his balls while she looked up at him with her naturally cheerful eyes. She said, “You better not dirty up the nice carpet. You better get it all over me instead.”

She spit on his cock and let the saliva drip down his shaft. Then she caught it by deep-sucking him before it got to his cock hairs. It had been a long time since Victor had been sucked like this and he was getting close to cumming.

She let some saliva hang in a long string between her tongue and Victor’s cock. Victor was watching from above with his mouth opened wide in amazement. He was breathing terribly hard. Faith smiled because she thought it would be funny if the old guy dropped dead and she had to explain that the cause of death was a extraordinary blowjob.

She swirled her tongue around in circles on the cock head. Then she sucked him deep again and let saliva drip off the dick to her heaving tits. She moaned, “Mmmmmmm.”

When her breasts were wet with spit, she closed them around Victor’s cock and started tit fucking him. He slid his dick up and down her tits and watched as she caught a taste of the cock head every time it reached her mouth. He said, “I’m about to cum,” but Faith already knew this because his body had started to shake.

She removed her glasses and begged excitedly for him to get it all over her face. She said, “Tell me when.” She started jacking him off, masturbating his thick cock better than he could himself.

She put it back in her mouth and got the tip nice and slick while she continued to stroke his meat.

The thought of cumming in this young, professional woman’s mouth sent Victor over the top. He shot a nice load of cum on Faith’s forehead and mouth.

“Yes, get it all over me,” she moaned.

She rubbed his spent cock on her face for a few minutes to spread the sperm around.

When she was done, she opened her eyes and Victor said, “Sold! Where do I sign?”

Faith pointed to her cum-drenched face and said, “On the dotted line.”

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The Adopted Son

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Chapter 1 : In Control

“M-Mr. Rylie, the other employees might already have an idea of what we are doing…ahh… during ..ahh..lunch time.” , I have heard my secretary’s plea but her body doesn’t condone the idea of me stopping from licking her pussy. Still wearing my formal attire and the necktie in tact, I manage to hold her on my couch with

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her juicy pussy right below my face. She was trembling as I lick at her clit. Few more moments and I am stroking her wet vagina with two fingers. She is extremely hot and about to reach her boiling point, as I look to examine her, she is perspiring like crazy and so I told her.

“Liza it seems your clothes are all soaked, why don’t you remove them. Remember its only lunch time.” I almost laugh at the sight of her quickly undoing her bra and the buttons of her refine clothes. Soon she was naked in front of me, like Eve in the garden. My fingers did not stop from touching her insides which is the reason why she is moaning and is begging me to use my tool for she was already at the verge of orgasm.

I stop from stroking her insides and slowly I undid my clothes, but she was going crazy and is craving of my tool. I didn’t notice that she was already on her knees until I felt her tongue against my penis.  She is really good on this with her right hand assisting in stroking the length of my 8 inch tool; her left hand is caressing my balls. From time to time she will put my balls on her gently scratching with her teeth and tongue.

I was in ecstasy but I am a man and that I cannot let myself be controlled so with force I push her back on the sofa. With her left leg on my shoulder I merge mine with her pussy, she is brought unto a world of lust as I push and pull my throbbing cock inside her. “Ahhhh…ahhh…Rylie..I-I couldn’t take it anymore..p-please let me cum.”

She was pleading and her moaning became louder. “P-Please Im going crazy…ahhh.”

I put her leg down and flip her so I will be fucking her from behind. Our sweat is mixed up and I know the sofa is quite soaking with her scent and wetness. She was in ecstasy as I gain my rhythm; I can feel my balls banging her clit which make her moan more. My balls are tightening as I felt her pussy grasping my cock. I growl as we both reach the climax. Her voice is slowly fading; I can hear her call for me but I ignored her and went on inside my shower room.

After a few more minutes I entered my office with fresh feeling. I checked the clock and it was about 1:00 PM. We’ve been fucking for quite some time approximately 30-40 minutes I guess, too much for me satisfying my woman. I looked at my sofa and found her fast asleep. I wake her up and told her the time. She always leaves at this time of the day to have lunch with his boyfriend who works on the next building. A couple more minutes and her phone ring with her bf on the other line. She answered casually as if I do not exist there.

“I’m leaving for my lunch, boss.”, she open up her lips and started kissing me again. I grope her breasts and reminded her of the pills if she doesn’t want to get pregnant. She told me she loves me, I just smiled and hugged her.

 She agreed to have a relationship with me although she knows I don’t have any plans of marrying her. I told her that straight before I could hurt her. I am a playboy but I have my own definition of respect for women.

After a few more minutes she was out of my sight and I find myself looking into some documents and papers I should be reading thoroughly as the managing director of a respected company. A lot of investors commented me to be youngest Managing Director they know; at the age of 23 I am now handling a big organization. Though they question my age they never doubted my abilities as a manager, and I live to that expectation. I worked hard for this position and I believe I deserve it although my immatureness comes into play as I work with these amazing women who surround me.

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Movie of a lifetime

lanquid on Sex Stories

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.

Sweet as Candy Part II

p-rick3000 on Sex Stories

...to my surprise, Candy said, "on one condition." and I said, what would that be?  She replied that we do it somewhere 'special'. I asked her where that would be, and she said  shhhhhh .. she went behind me reached over to cover my eyes. She lead me to the built in jacuzzi. I had always loved the jacuzzi because it relaxed all of my muscles when I had a hard day at either baseball basketball or football practice..ok so I guess I was a little of a jock in my younger days. But today, it would be to relax a few 'different' muscles.

       She uncovered my eyes and said "here"; but I already knew where she was leading me. She stripped the thong sooooo slowly, knowing she was teasing me. And yet again I felt that familiar bulge in my p

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ants. She licked her lips as she slid her thong past her defined, well tanned legs. She struck a model pose for a breif moment, then giggled. I couldn't help but smile. She went to get in the jacuzzi, and when she had one leg in, I was in another world. She cleared her throat and coughed, ahem..and she pointed at my suit, and I was like, "OH yeah" I stripped and got in the tub.

            As soon as my body was submerged in the water, she gazed into my eyes, and I couldn't help thinking what was running through her well proportioned little mind of hers. She ran her hand stroking my face, down my chest, and touching each individual muscle in my abs..(i had a six pack thank you very much =]) then she grabbed my balls..I jumped. She twirled her hand around my rock hard dick, still intently staring into my eyes. Then, she started storking my shaft..and then started to yank it. Up and down and up and down in a rhythimic pace. She did this for about three minutes, me loving every single second of it. SHe started building up her pace with every storke which caused me to moan. She grabbed my balls, and knew I was about to cum. She stopped and said, "Want to return the favor?" I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. I took my hand and started playing around her clit , she squirmed around a little. I then started to rub her clit vigorously, while taking her left nipple into my mouth while I massaged her right tit with my right hand. She tilted her head back and let out a moan. I looked at her and she said she was ready.

         I took a good look at her and examined her fit, well toned body. I began to but my cock into her love hole, but she put her hand up to my hips and stopped and said, "Wait! I still want you to.."

haha this is only part two. leave comments if you wanna see what happens next

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MistressElly on Sex Stories

"Fuck you" my voice comes out more harsh then I had intended, I could see the annoyed expression that he had been trying to hide.

"You know it's true" he sneered to me, walking closer. Both of his smooth, middle-sized hands rested onto his sides. "You are a selfish fucking cunt" he whispered only loud enough for me to hear.

"I wouldn't talk" I raised an eyebrow, walking closer towards him. "Because you are the same way, we get what we want all of the time." I said to him, my ample chest had pressed against the royal blue silken shirt he wore, causing it to rub up against his hard muscular chest.

"But you are different" he whispered again "You can make anyone want you" he said, his v

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oice carried a slight hint of jealousy. "I mean anyone" a playful smirk played at the corner's of his lips.

"I know I can" I told him, walking forwards and pushing him to walk with me until he had been pinned against the wall. "I can make anyone do what I want, including you" I bit down onto my bottom lip. My hands had come forward, resting on his shoulders and pushing him down gently so his face would be near the crotch of my red silken, baggy pants. "I make them want me because they know I taste good...they know if they do a good job I will reward them" I moan softly as he brings one of his long thick fingers towards the crotch of my pants and press it upwards, rubbing the slit of my cunt.

I quiver softly and gently press down onto his finger, I could feel his soft lips brush over my stomach, his head hiding underneath the baggy tank top that I had worn, my hands came towards the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up until it would come off, revealing the red see-threw bra that covered my breasts, my nipples perking slightly and pressing against the soft fabric.

His soft blue eyes drifted towards my emerald ones, gazing into them lustfully. His hand cupping my crotch and massaging it harder, his thumb spread out over the top of my pants, resting the tip of his thumb just above it...brushing against my skin. I moan louder and buck down onto his hand, whimpering as he had taken it from me to pull down the pants I wore and reveal my red thong, then taking that down to reveal my smooth, shaved cunt.

I could see the drool that had come down from the corners of his lips, wanting to taste my juices and swallow them, savour them. I smirk playfully.

"Use your hands for now" I tell him, teasingly.

He only nods and slides the base of one of his fingers along the slit of my cunt, slowly pressing it through and rubbing against it's walls, brushing past my hardening clit...I quiver softly and start to move my hips back and forth slowly, my body tensing as I feel the tip of his finger prod my entrance, then finally slide his finger all the way inside of me, and then out.

I moan quietly, listening as it would echo through the room we were in. We didn't even bother to notice, I did just then...there had been a bed and a stool, a chair and some other things that a regular bed room would have. I smirk, and grab ahold of his jet black, shaggy hair and pull him upwards. I start to walk towards the bed, it had black and white covers that were soft on my bottom as I sat down, my hands moving behind me to hold me up.

I look towards him and he's standing in front of me, watching me as I would spread my legs for him.

"Take off your shirt" I tell him.

I watch as he does what I say, moaning softly as I see the muscles that he carried, imagining them rubbing up against my soft skin. My fingertips run along the soft bumps and carvings in his skin.

I watch him kneel down and move forwards to me on his knee's, his mouth moving towards my cunt. I smirk and cover it with one of my hands, moaning softly as I feel the tip of his tongue try and slip through one of the slits that my fingers made. "Use your hands" I tell him again and he pouts for only a second, his left hand moving and resting onto my left thigh, the palm of his right hand pressing against my cunt and massaging it in hard, fast circles.

I moan loudly and move my legs so they would rest onto his shoulders, and wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine. The middle of his hand brushing past my clit a number of times, I try holding my orgasm back so I could go longer...though I fail, my moans become louder and I arch my back slightly, bucking into his hand hard and fast, my juices soaking his whole hand. "Nnnndon't fucking stop" I tell him, wanting to cum again. He knows he can use his mouth now as well, his face burying into my center and lapping up the cum that he made come out of me.

My hips press upwards onto his tongue, whimpering and quivering more intensively as I feel the tip of his tongue flick and rub along my hardened clit. His arms moving underneath my thighs, his hands resting onto my stomach and massaging it, which adds to the pleasure he gives me, my right hand moving down and resting onto one of his, quivering softly as his soft flesh rubs and squeezing my own playfully.  

His tongue finally enters into me, jerking from side to side as it moves into me deeper, curling upwards so it's tip would massage against one of my spots, causing me to quiver violently and press down more, his tongue entering inside of me deeper...I hear him grunt, the bulge in his pants growing, and I smirk. I sit up fully now and bring my hands downwards, resting onto the sides of his face as he pulls his tongue from me.

Now, the crotch of his black, dress pants sits in front of my face, his big bulge teasing me. I lean fore ward and gently kiss it. My breathing heavy from all of the excitement I move my hands towards the top of his pants and undue the button, then the zipper and pull them down to reveal the green boxers he wore and his eight inch cock as it had flung out and brushed across my soft, thin lips.

I pull his boxers off of him carefully and let them fall down onto the floor, watching as he had stepped out of his clothing, my hands coming upwards and resting onto his stomach, brushing my fingertips along it softly, my mouth moving towards it and kissing it gently, my lips rubbing against his abs.

I could hear his breathing grow more heavier, the side of my face resting onto his stomach now, my eyes closed. I bring one of my hands towards his cock rubbing it slowly, my thumb brushing and rubbing against the head of his cock, my fingers tightening around the shaft.

I could feel my cunt aching and pulsing, wanting his cock to be inside of it, inside of me and pounding me hard against the wall, on the bed...anywhere. I slide his cock into my mouth now and flick the tip of my tongue against the head of his cock before I circle it slowly, then slide all of his length into my mouth and back out. I hear him grunt and moan softly I smirk and start to suck on his member even faster, my other hand moving down and cupping his balls, massaging them gently before I finally push him from my face and lay down, my legs spread more wide then before...welcoming him to enter inside of me. My cunt dripping with it's juices, I moan softly as he inches closer towards me.

"Mmmm...slide it into my cunt" I tell him, sitting up and pulling him fore wards, moaning loudly as I feel his thick cock slide into me and start to pound me, his hips moving back and forth quickly, harder and harder. I whine and moan louder, letting my arms move and wrap around his neck, lying down and bringing him with me. "Moan for me" I whisper into his ear, letting my hands from around his neck, and resting them down onto his chest. I moan quietly, waiting for him to moan for me and finally quiver as he does, moaning my name and grunting loudly just after.

"Uh fuck..that's it, you love my tight cunt around your cock" I whisper to him intensively and gently nip at his chin.

"Mmmmyes I fucking love it" he told me, breathing heavier and heavier. I moan louder as I feel his cock pulsing inside of me and grinding against the walls of my cunt. "I'm going to pound you harder" he tells me, grunting even louder then before as his hips thrust against mine and our skin hits each other, causing a loud slapping sound to come from the both of us. My wet cunt squishing loudly and allowing his cock to move faster and harder, easier. I Cum again, screaming his name louder.

"UH yes, fuck me harder!" my hands move around to his back and squeeze his skin tighter.

"I'm going to cum" he moans, whispering into my ear.

I moan louder, "Nnn cum for me" I whisper into his and flick the tip of my tongue against his earlobe "Cum for me" I repeat myself, pushing us over so I am on top.

My hips move in fast circles, grinding down onto his cock harder, I lean down and gently nibble onto his shoulders, and along his neck, sucking on it gently. I could feel the vibrations of his moaning and grunting against my lips, his hands moving around and gripping onto my ass, lifting it up and pounding his cock harder into me. I moan louder, feeling as his cum would shoot inside of me. His breathing becomes heavier as he keeps going for a couple moments, slowing down and moving his hips in circles so his cock would circle inside of me.

I had finally slid off of his cock, my cunt tingling with pleasure, my moans becoming softer and my breathing slowly going back to normal. I look down into his eyes as I hover over him, my hair draping down and brushing along his muscular chest. I watch as one of his hands had come upwards, brushing it so it would stay behind my ear. I lean down, kissing his bottom lip before I bring it between my teeth and nip it gently.


He smirks at me playfully, I'm still horny and he knows it...he knows I could go for days and days without being tired of sex. As he had started to get up I pushed him back down and smiled at him, turning around so my ass was right across from his face, moving backwards so my cunt had been just above his face I lower myself down teasingly, quivering as I feel the tip of his tongue gently brush along my cunt. I lift myself up again and giggle quietly watching as his head would move up with me, his tongue still sticking out of his mouth.

"How do I taste now?" I ask him, lowering myself down so my cunt would push against his tongue.

He pulls away so he could answer, but I lower myself down more, my cunts lips pressing against his. I could feel him smile, his lips wrapping around my pulsing clit and sucking on it hard, his tongue brushing and pressing against it.

My moans once again fill the room, echoing through it. I shift myself slightly so I could be more comfortable, lying down and resting the side of my face onto his stomach, my hair draping out along it.

Breaking through the sounds of my echoing the door had been opened, and slammed shut. Even though I knew who it was, I didn't want him to stop playing with my cunt. I pressed my cunt onto his face more as he tried to get up too see who it was. I smiled softly as another man had walked into the room.

"Hello David" I moaned out quietly "This is Damien" I moaned louder as I felt Damien's tongue slip inside of my cunt and curl as it had before, my hips moving in circles.

David just stood in the middle of the bedroom and smiled "So, he is one of your slaves too?" he asked

"No...he's just a friend" it had gotten hard for me too talk, my breathing heavier and heavier as I feel his tongue circle inside of me, I whimper loudly.

"I see you two are having fun...maybe I should come back some other time" David had turned around slightly to head for the door.

"No...you can stay, and join us" I told him quietly "Take your clothes off and come here" I told him, raising an eyebrow slightly before my eyes closed and I sat up, my hands resting onto Damien's stomach my fingernails brushing against it softly.

"Ohh..this sounds fun" David said, starting to take off his orange polo shirt and let it fall onto the ground. Then he had taken off his black baggy pants and let them fall beside. His cock slightly erect had hung there, his hands resting onto his stomach and clawing it playfully.

"Come here" I told him, I had started to move my hips a bit faster. I could hear Damien's muffled grunts and moans, making me more aroused.

David did as he had been told moving closer towards me, I reached fore wards and held onto his cock, massaging it back and forth slowly. My mouth had come fore wards now as I bent down letting my soft lips brush along the head before I slid it all the way inside of my mouth, his 7 inches. I gaged quietly, but that had made him moan and apparently made Damien more aroused, his face had started to move back and forth quickly, ravishing my cunt. I moaned louder, my lips vibrating over David's cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth slowly, my tongue flicking and pushing against the tip of it every time I had slid it outwards.

David's soft moans and sighs filled the room with both Damien's and mine muffled moaning and grunting. I continued to suck on David's cock, though much faster and harder, my lips tightening and vibrating even more.

My cunt tingled more intensely, and tightened around Damien's tongue as it moved in and out of me, my hips moving back and forth faster, bucking down onto his face. I was about to cum again, ready for another cock to be inserted inside of me, maybe two. Fuck, that would feel so good.

I moaned louder, sliding David's cock from my mouth, my hand continued to stay wrapped around it, massaging it quickly. Though stopping as I moaned louder, almost screaming as I felt my juices flow from my cunt again and over Damien's face. I whimpered quietly as I felt his tongue exit from me and flick along my clit, him lapping up my cum once again. I smile at David's cock, at full erection now...a fat cock, I wanted it inside of me. I wanted Damien's inside of my ass.

They both knew what I wanted.

I lifted myself from Damien's face and looked down at him, his lips still wet and shiny from my cum, I turned around and leaned down my tongue dragging along his lips slowly before entering into his mouth, kissing him passionately.

David's hand had risen, slapping my ass which made me moan loudly, the kiss being broken I turned around and looked at David, raising an eyebrow. He smirked playfully as I moved closer towards him and resting my hands onto his shoulder, my long nails brushing across them slowly. I moved to the side, taking David's arm and pulling him to come and lay down on the bed.

"Damien, come stand behind us, you're going to fuck my ass" I told him, my breathing continuing to become heavy. I straddled David as Damien had come around and stood behind us, David's cock slowly pushing inside of my cunt, I whimper loudly and pull upwards, though his hands had come to my waist, adrubtly pushing me down onto his cock. I moaned louder, and looked at him, frustrated I had leaned down, my ass sticking into the air..not ready for Damien to enter though I apparently have no choice, the tip of his cock already starting to slide inside of my ass. I whimper louder, watching as David would smile at me playfully, watching my facial expressions as his hips began to move back and forth, thrusting in and out of my tight wet cunt. I moaned louder, Damien's cock inching inside of my ass, I push back slightly and hear Damien's moan followed by David's. I smile, and lean down biting onto David's shoulder playfully, making him grunt and thrust into me harder.

His fat cock filling me, making me want both of them more intensively.

Damien's cock had finally entered all the way inside of me, his hips pushing against me so his cock would enter more deeper, I quiver loudly, David doing the same thing, the tip of his cock pressing against one of my spots and making me quiver.


"Mmmmfuck..." I moan loudly, moving my hips back and forth, but David's hands had come to my waist, holding it while they push themselves into me, teasing me and making me whimper louder.

"You like being between two of us, don't you?" Damien asks, spanking my ass hard.

"Ugh fuck, yes I do..." I moan loudly.

"That's right...you do, do you want us to fuck you?" David asks now.

"Nnnnn...yes, fuck me hard.." I moan louder, feeling like I'm not able to take this anymore. David's hips start moving in slow circles, Damien's hips thrusting back and forth slowly.

"MMmm..I said hard" I whimper, trying to move my hips harder, but David wouldn't let me.

"Mmmmmyeah...beg for it" Damien says, slapping my ass again.

"MMmm...please, fuck me harder" I moan loudly, just after he spanked me "I want you too fuck me harder...." I tell them, leaning down and resting the side of my face against David's shoulder.

I moaned loudly as Damien had pulled back and thrusted into my ass hard, his skin slapping against mine. Then David's hips moving in circles harder, grinding into me.

"Ughhh..."I moan quietly, bringing my hands up and wrapping them around David's neck, my fingernails brushing against the back of it playfully. "Mmmm..keep going" I tell them.

David's hands had started to caress up and down my sides slowly, grinding his cock into me harder every second circle he did, becoming faster and making me moan louder and louder, Damien's cock pounding into my tight little ass, his hands caressing and smacking it harder to make me scream and whimper. Their cocks both, pulsing inside of me.

I feel like a goddess, both of these men taking time to please me, to do as I say. I whimper again as one of David's hands move and slip between us, his fingers crawling towards the top of my cunt, and massaging my clit with his middle finger. I move my hips in circles faster, harder...Damien's cock filling my ass.

I feel like I'm going to die from all of this pleasure, my cunt tingling, and my ass from his spankings. I smirk proudly, letting my tongue slide out and brush along David's shoulders. Their grunting becoming louder, grinding harder, thrusting harder...faster both of them. Damien's skin slapping against mine, making my thighs and my ass red as he spanks it more hard.

I lift my head and look at David, leaning down to kiss him passionately, his rhythm going off slightly until were done, fucking me harder and faster. Both of them wanting to cum inside of me.

My hands rest above David's shoulders onto the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as I feel myself ready to cum again, my cunt pulsating and tightening around David's cock as I cum, screaming loudly and whining as I feel them pound me harder, cumming inside of me.

I had stayed there on top of David, lying down with my face against his chest again. My arms sprawled out above our heads. I whimpered quietly as I felt Damien's cock slide out of my ass, and the bed move slightly as he came to lay beside David and I, his arm sprawled out over my back, his fingers caressing it gently. David gently kissed my neck, shoulder and along my chest as I laid there, our heavy breathing echoing through the room.

Auntie Mabel

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Auntie Mabel.   The Seduction of John.,

 

JOHN.

 

John woke up late, but it was no problem as it

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was a Saturday and he didn’t have to go to work this weekend. He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday and he had been out with a few friends celebrating.

 

Luckily he never suffered from hangovers so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok. Feeling the now familiar ache in his cock he resigned himself to his morning wank.

 

He had tried often to ignore his cock’s demands but if he didn’t see to it then he would think of nothing else all day but girls.

Once he had come he would feel the welcome relief and relaxation of all his muscles that was the good side of masturbation.

 

The bad side was the recognition that although he was now officially a man he had still never had sex with a girl.

 

John was an apprentice engineer and as such was in a predominantly male world.

The walls of the factory were covered in pinups of naked women, some with their legs wide open and leaving nothing to the imagination. Most of the banter between the engineers was about who they fancied in the office and who had fucked who lately.

 

Like most lads he tried to give the impression that he had plenty of girlfriends and was quite a man of the world, but unfortunately he was just to shy to approach any of the girls he fancied, and too honest to pretend to fancy the ones he didn’t.

 

However before he could commence his relief, he heard his mother coming up the stairs towards his room.

 

‘Come on John, get up quick, you promised to help me this morning,’ she shouted through his bedroom door before returning to the kitchen.

To take his mind off he sexual problems he tried to remember what it was that he had to do that day.

 

Oh yes, he remembered that he had promised to help his mother’s old friend Auntie Mabel move in to her new house just up the road from theirs.

 

He had never met her, apparently she wasn’t really his Aunt but was just a very old friend of his mother’s sister and after being widowed a few years ago had downsized into a small flat close to his mother for company.

 

He got up, washed and dressed and ran down to the kitchen. His mother Doreen, who had been up since 7am made him some tea and toast and then they both left the house and walked the few hundred yards to the flat.

 

MABEL.

 

The removal men had just driven away and the first thing john noticed was a woman bending over a box in the garden.

She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a tee-shirt, and a big floppy hat and he noticed that she had a lovely little bum.

 

‘Who is that?’ he asked his mum as they went through the gate.

His mum ignored him as she walked right up to the woman and lightly smacked her on the bottom.

 

‘Hello trouble, here we are at last, I’ve brought you a strong pair of arms to do the heavy lifting so you don’t need to lift that box anywhere’.

The woman straightened up and turned to face them with a welcoming smile on her face.

 

She was about five foot tall and although generally slim she had a well-developed bust under the tee-shirt.

 

He realised that although from the rear she looked like a young woman, her beautiful heart shaped face belonged to a mature worldly-wise woman.

Her eyes were a stunning deep blue and they focused on john as he stood by the gate.

 

‘Hello Dor, lovely to see you, who is this fine young man?’ she asked smiling at John.

‘This is my son John, John this is your Auntie Mabel’. Introduced his mum.

‘For heaven’s sake Dor. You make me feel old, Auntie indeed, ‘just call me May, John’ she replied shaking his hand and looking up at him with a smile.

 

From his height advantage he looked down at her and his eyes were drawn involuntarily to where the top of her loose tee-shirt had gaped open and was giving him a partial view of two firm large breasts.

 

Like most teenagers he was transfixed for a few seconds before he noticed May was still shaking his hand which had the effect of making her breasts wobble in a most disturbing way.

 

To his horror he felt his unruly cock stiffen in his pants and he could feel his face going red. ‘ Nice to meet you he stammered’.

 

‘I can see that’ she replied with a mischievous grin and turned and walked towards his mother who was waiting just inside the door of the flat for them.

 

John used the few seconds when they were both looking the other way to put his hand into his pants and adjust his cock so it didn’t stick out so much.

 

His mother had gone into the flat and was moving things about in the small kitchen, but May had stopped at the front door and to John’s further embarrassment she seemed to be observing him in the reflection of the glass panels in the door.

 

She turned to him with a smile and said, ‘ when you have sorted yourself out John, could you bring in that box of things marked for the kitchen please’.

She then joined his mum in the kitchen, while he located the box required and brought it in to them.

 

They spent most of the morning settling her in and John found himself really liking May, he found her charming and witty and gradually relaxed in her company until he felt that he had known her for ages.

 

After a tea break during which his mum quizzed May about her life before coming to the village, John learned that she had been married to a wealthy businessman who had spent a lot of the time travelling around the world for a big oil company.

Sometimes he would take May with him to exotic places, but more often she was left behind in England. He had died in Bahrain and his body was flown back to England for burial a few years ago.

 

May had been alone in their big house in Berkshire until she had finally decided to move closer to her friends and family.

 

May had a lovely melodious voice and John found himself empathising with her as she spoke of her childhood and amusing anecdotes of her life as a teenager and a young woman.

 

John noticed that there was no mention of children in her stories and he also noticed that his mum avoided asking about any.

 

FIRST MOVES.

 

As they finished up in the lounge May asked john to take a box of bits up to the room that she would be using as a her bedroom.

He carried the large box carefully upstairs negotiating the narrow stairs with care lest he dropped it and finally lowered it onto the double bed that he had previously assembled.

 

The box however gave up the ghost when it hit the bed and its contents spilled out over the covers.

 

He gave a resigned sigh and started to gather up the bits and pieces into a neat pile.

Suddenly he noticed that he was holding in his hand what appeared to be a copy of his cock.

 

It was slightly bigger than him at full size and seemed to be made of a soft latex that felt rather nice and warm in his hand.

Although a virgin he knew from stories told to him by the older engineers that this was a vibrator, and women used them to make themselves orgasm.

 

A picture of May lying on her back stark naked with this thing thrust up her cunt flashed unbidden into his mind and instantly his cock sprang again into full erection.

 

He groaned and with the hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator he grasped his unruly cock and squeezed it to try and get it back to normal.

Unfortunately all this achieved was to make it even bigger and he had to drop the vibrator on the bed in order to use both hands so as to straighten his cock upright in his pants for as much comfort as he could get in his present condition.

 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any more embarrassing he looked up to see May standing in the doorway watching him with a wry grin on her face.

 

‘I see you have met my secret lover; sorry about the box it was to old for the job, a bit like me’ she said quietly.

 

‘Sorry Aunt May’ he stammered going red again, ‘ it just fell out and I picked it up, and I don’t think that you are to old at all, I think you are fantastic and I like you a lot’

 

‘Do you really like me John? That’s very nice to hear at my time of life, when you get to Sixty you tend to think that a lot of things are over for you. Its nice to hear that someone still thinks about you in a certain way’.

 

‘You don’t look anything like Sixty’ he replied ‘you have got a better figure than most of the girls at college’.

‘Why John what do you mean? Are you referring to these by any chance, I couldn’t help but notice your interest earlier’ she said with a smile.

 

John looked on in amazement as she cheekily held her breasts, one in each hand and slowly lifted them up, he couldn’t help but notice that her nipples had gone hard as they pushed against the thin material of her tee-shirt.

 

‘We get erect too you know, just like someone we know’ she whispered conspiratorially to him and winked as she walked out of the bedroom.

 

‘John, May, tea’s ready when you are’ yelled Doreen up the stairs to them. John followed May downstairs, he took his time to give his cock a chance to shrink back to normal before he had to appear in front of his mum.

 

May thanked them both for all their help and invited them both round the next day for a small housewarming party. Doreen said they would be delighted to come and that they would bring her husband Sam as well.

That night as he lay in bed John couldn’t think of anything but May.

She fascinated him, she was still beautiful and sexy and so obviously experienced compared to the young silly girls that he was used to in College.

 

He kept seeing her lifting her fantastic breasts up for him and the thought of her hard nipples caused him to wank his cock harder and longer than he had ever done before.

 

When he finally came his cum shot up into the air a good few feet before splattering back over his belly and pubic hair.

 

The image that ignited his massive orgasm was of him sucking those glorious nipples and hearing May moan his name as he called out hers in the midst of his orgasm.

 

HOUSEWARMING.

 

The next day couldn’t come soon enough for him and he was up, showered and dressed by eight and surprised his parents by appearing in the kitchen without them having to call him.

 

He had taken special care in dressing and his mother complimented him on how smart he looked.

 

‘Seeing a new girl are we’ commented his dad jokingly.

‘Leave him alone Sam, its nice to see him up, let alone smart for a change’, said Doreen with a fond smile at them both.

 

The evening finally arrived and they walked over to May’s flat.

John had been looking forward to seeing her all day but when she opened the door to let them in he was stunned.

 

She was wearing an evening dress of scarlet silk, which chastely covered her breasts.

However the sight that took John’s breath away was her hair. The previous day she had been wearing a big floppy hat that had almost completely hidden her hair.

 

Today it was revealed in all its glory, it was thick, wavy, golden blond, and hung down her back to within a few inches of the floor.

 

John just stared at May and said in a wondering voice,’ it’s like a golden waterfall, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life’.

Both his parents looked at him in surprise.

 

‘Thank you kind sir,’ said May with a giggle,’ I hardly ever bother to wear it like this except for special occasions’.

 

‘It looks lovely dear’ said Doreen,’ you always were proud of your hair as I remember’.

 

May had cooked them a lovely dinner, and John watched her enthralled, as she played the gracious host during the evening.

 

She was in a sparkling mood and even had his dad laughing out loud at some of her stories.

 

They all drank far too much wine including John who was given a few extra glasses by May when she heard that he had just turned eighteen earlier that week, despite the half-hearted protests from his parents.

 

‘If he is eighteen, then he is now a man and must be treated as such’ she stated.

When his parents had both taken the dishes into the kitchen to load the dishwasher, he was left alone with May.

 

The wine and food had gone to his head and he found himself explaining to her that although he appreciated her remarks concerning him being a man at eighteen, he wasn’t really a man yet as he hadn’t had a girlfriend.

 

In the midst of telling her how beautiful she was he fell off the chair and lay on the floor with his head spinning in a pleasant way.

 

He wasn’t sure if he imagined that she knelt down beside him and leaning over kissed him slowly and sexily on his mouth. ‘We will see about that in good time’, she whispered in his ear, before getting up and calling for Sam to help his son to his feet.

 

John lay in bed that night and went over everything that had happened so as to be sure not to forget any part of it.

He tried to have a wank but he was so drunk that his cock didn’t work and he fell asleep still thinking about May.

 

The next few days passed without any sign of May and he began to wonder if indeed he had read far too much into some innocent friendly remarks.

It wasn’t until the next Friday evening that his mum asked him if he could do her friend Mabel a favour, and help her with her garden the next morning.

 

At first he didn’t know who she was talking about, then he remembered that May’s real name was Mabel.

Even thinking about her seemed to change the word Mabel into May Bell.

 

 

MABEL’S PLAN.

 

Mabel was having a hard time deciding what to do about the situation with her and John.

 

Up to this point there was no situation, and she knew that she shouldn’t proceed any father along the road of seduction that she was considering for John.

 

All her good intentions however were being eroded by three major facts.

One, he was so tall and handsome and obviously innocent of the sexual side of life between the sexes.

 

Two, she knew she could introduce him to sex better and more sensitively than any young chit of a girl could.

 

Three, since the death of her husband she had been so terribly lonely.

 

She hadn’t mentioned, and Doreen hadn’t taken her up on the fact, that her husband had been twenty years younger than she was when they married. May had been attracted to younger men than herself all her life.

 

She knew that she was taking a terrible risk with her friendship with Doreen, but she was weak and needed love and attention like anyone else.

 

She stood naked in front of her full length mirror and arranged her hair so that it covered both breasts whilst leaving her curly golden pubic hair in full view.

 

Lady Godiva eat your heart out she thought with determination, I want him and I need him and I am going to teach him all there is to know about love.

 

When he is ready for his first young woman he will be a confident and experienced young man thanks to me. 

She turned away from the mirror and laid on her bed, her hand reaching for her battery powered lover.

 

She switched it on and gently rubbed it between her thick pubic hair until it was over her clitoris. She closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure started and thought of John.

 

ODD JOBS.

 

John had thought of no-one else but May since he was last with her and after a few insincere mumblings about missing out on drinks with his mates he apparently reluctantly agreed to help his mum’s friend with her garden.

 

When the agreed time came, he was once again clean and smart in his workshirt and jeans, and waving to his mum he set out towards May’s flat with a spring in his step.

 

She was waiting for him with a big smile and a hug, ‘my hero, thank you so much for saying you would help me.

I haven’t anyone else to lean on except you’ and pulling his face down to hers she gave him a warm kiss on his lips.

 

Before he could react in any way she had turned and walked out of the patio doors and onto the rear patio.

He had no choice but to follow her and listen as she explained the jobs that needed doing.

 

Basically the lawns needed mowing, the hedges needed cutting, and various bits of assorted rubbish needed to be cleared away; and that was just the beginning apparently.

 

He noticed that she was wearing very similar clothes to the ones she was wearing when he first met her.

She had on her big floppy hat, which he now knew concealed her gorgeous golden hair.

 

The same loose fitting tee shirt, but instead of shorts made from denim she was wearing shorts made of a type of soft towelling material which he was quick to notice clung to her bottom like a second skin.

 

Also they were a light buff colour and gave the impression when she bent over to pick up the grass cuttings that she was naked below her loose top.

After he had mown the lawns she called a break and they went into the lounge for a cup of tea.

 

‘I don’t know how you keep on John’ she said as she poured him his cup from her teapot.

 

John assumed that she didn’t know that her top gaped open when she leaned towards him to fill his cup.

He had a good view of her breasts as they hung free beneath the loose top. This time he could be sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

She sat back in the opposite armchair to his and sipped at her tea. ‘Would you like a biscuit dear?’ she asked taking one for herself and pushing the plate towards him.

 

As he reached to get one she accidentally knocked hers onto the floor by the side of her chair. As she stretched sideways and down to pick it up she had to stretch her opposite leg out for balance.

 

This left her with her legs wide open in front of him as she searched around for the elusive biscuit.

 

The soft material of her shorts was stretched tightly across her pubes showing him her deep cleft clearly.

As she had been working as hard as him her crotch was moist with sweat, and it was as if she was naked for him.

 

Again his cock reacted fiercely and swelled up in his pants as if it had a mind of its own.

 

May was well aware of what she was doing and from her position she could see under the table and observe the effect her show had on John’s cock. She was very impressed at the size of his bulge and determined to continue her plan.

 

She found her biscuit and settled herself back in her chair with a sigh, she was glad that Doreen wasn’t there with them as she would have seen instantly what was going on and put a stop to it.

 

Again guilt reared its head but May thrust it aside firmly.

After tea and a chat in which she reminded him of the rest of the jobs to do, they went back into the garden.

 

THE BATH.

 

She pointed out an old tin bath that was on the roof of the shed and suggested that they lower it to the grass to see what was in it.

 

John could reach it easily but it was very heavy and as he pulled it towards him he realised that it was full of stagnant water.

 

He was just about to warn May to stand clear when she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the bath.

 

The next second a wave of dirty stinking water slopped over them both. May squealed in shock as the water soaked her and John who would have been able to jump out of the way was forced to stand holding the bath so that it didn’t fall on her.

 

After the first cold shock they stood looking at each other, suddenly May burst into laughter, ‘John why on earth didn’t you jump away you silly man you are soaked like me now.’

 

John explained that if he had the bath would have fallen on her and might have hurt her badly.

‘I didn’t realise that, I’m so proud of you, you really are my hero aren’t you.’ She whispered.

 

He lowered the bath to the grass and took a good look at May, her top was soaked and stuck to her breasts like a wet tee shirt does.

He could see her nipples clearly and the cold water had made them stick out like strawberries.

 

She stepped towards him to give him a hug, but before she touched him she recoiled in horror.

‘Oh my God John we both stink to high heaven, I can’t let you stay like this I will have to wash your stuff out before Doreen has a fit’. She looked down at herself and noted that she also needed a good scrub.

 

THE SHOWER.

 

Her plan had worked well so far, she had topped up the bath of stagnant water so that however carefully it was moved it was bound to slosh over them.

When it had looked like John had it under control, she had ‘helped’ him by jumping up and grabbing it, ensuring that they were soaked.

Over his protests she dragged him by the hand into her bathroom and insisted he strip off and hand her his clothes so she could put them in the washing machine whilst he had a good long shower to remove the smell of stagnant water.

 

When he hesitated she told him not to be silly as she wouldn’t look, and anyway he didn’t have anything she hadn’t seen before during her long life.

 

When he still dithered she said she would go first to show there was nothing to fear, and without further ado took of her hat and pulled her top over her head and threw it into the dirty laundry bin.

 

He only caught a glimpse of her large breasts before she turned away and commenced to pull down her shorts. She was now only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers and as she pulled them down he saw her tight little bottom come into view. When she bent right over to take off her sandals he could see a mass of golden hairs between her legs.

 

He quickly turned his back on her so she wouldn’t think he had been watching and quickly stripped off his wet clothes. He threw them in the bin and dived into the shower cubical.

 

As he commenced his shower he could hear her putting their clothes in the washing machine and turning it on. She was humming a happy little tune that he couldn’t make out over the noise of the shower.

 

He was soaping his face with his eyes tightly shut when he felt the shower door open.

Before he knew what was going on she had come in with him.

 

‘Move over a bit John, I’m only small but I do need a bit of space to get this smell off me’ she said in a business like tone of voice ‘ I can’t wait until you have finished’.

 

He automatically obeyed her and when the soap had cleared from his eyes he saw that she was standing with her back to him and was in the process of undoing her hair.

 

When it was all loose it hung over her shoulders like a golden cape effectively hiding her charms from him.

‘There you go John we may be sharing a shower but I’m as decent as if I were dressed aren’t I’ she quipped looking over her shoulder at him coyly.

 

Before he could reply she started to soap her body under the cover of her hair and seemed to be ignoring the fact that she was sharing a shower with a naked man.

 

Suddenly she bent over to reach her feet and this brought her bottom into contact with his rampant cock.

Amazingly although he could clearly feel that his cock had slipped between the cleft of her bottom she showed no reaction and continued to soap her feet as if nothing untoward was occurring.

 

He quickly turned around in the cubicle but this action meant that he dragged his cock out from between the cheeks of her arse and ended up by him rubbing his naked bottom against hers.

 

‘Keep still John you nearly had me over then, I’m going to need you to wash this hair of mine as I can’t do it all by myself’. She remarked unconcernedly.

 

May reached up to the shower shelf and handed him a bottle of shampoo. ‘Be a love and rub this in for me please’ she asked in a matter of fact voice.

 

He was forced to turn towards her again and started to rub the shampoo into her mane of hair as requested.

As her hair had somehow managed to be hanging down the front of her body she also turned so he could reach it.

 

Although her hair hid her breasts from his eyes, as he rubbed the shampoo further down the length of her tresses the back of his hand was rubbing against them.

 

He could fell her nipples clearly pushing against his wrists as he continued to rub the shampoo in. However she made no comment about this and he started to relax as much as he could with a raging hard on.

 

‘Kneel down so you can do the ends for me, and while you are down there I can shampoo your hair in exchange’ she suggested.

He carefully knelt down on the cubicle base, thankful that at least she wouldn’t see his rampant cock, and rubbed the shampoo into the final ends of her tresses.

 

She commenced to rub shampoo into his hair and he found the sensation very nice indeed, it caused him to close his eyes for a moment in pleasure.

 

When he opened them a few seconds later she had somehow positioned herself so that he was looking directly between her legs at a mass of golden pubic hair.

 

It was so thick and curly, that as if of their own volition, his fingers reached forward, and gently felt the soft wet springiness of her pubic curls.

 

As his fingers touched her she chose that moment to lean forward so as to shampoo the back of his head.

 

She was obviously so engrossed in doing this that she didn’t notice that her pubes were pressing hard against his exploring finger until it slid inside her up to his first knuckle.

 

She again made no comment about this and he was only aware of the tight hot feeling of a woman’s cunt gripping his finger.

 

‘There you are dear, now we just have to rinse off and we will be nice and clean again’ she said, as she stepped back from him to put the shampoo back on the shelf.

 

As she stepped away his finger slid out of her, and the next thing he knew was that she had taken down the shower-head and was spraying the water over his head and body to wash off the suds.

 

‘I’ll do you first then you can do me ‘ she said.

‘Stand up now so I can get at your back’. He stood up turning as he did so to present her with his soapy back.

 

His rigid cock knocked against the glass as she played the water all over his shoulders and back.

 

While the water wash running over him he reflected that in all his sexual fantasies about sharing a shower with a naked woman, there had always been lots of mutual soaping of breasts and cock.

 

He didn’t know what was going on here, as May didn’t appear to see this as a sexual situation.

 

Perhaps he thought, this is what a woman who is old enough to be your mum regards as just washing a baby. You get it clean without there being any sexual component to it.

 

He just wished his cock would realise that May wasn’t interested in the sexual side of this situation.

 

‘ Turn round so I can do the rest’ she ordered. He took a deep breath and turned to face her. She ran the water over his chest and down onto his groin.

 

She seemed oblivious to the sight of his throbbing cock sticking out towards her as she directed the water between his legs, in a matter of fact way she held his cock and moved it left and right making sure that there was no soap left around his balls.

 

Part of him was so glad when she let go of his cock. But another part wished desperately that she would keep hold of it and give it a good rubbing.

 

To rinse his feet she had to kneel down and when she was satisfied that he was soap free she stood up.

 

As she stood his cock hit her on top of her head causing her to remark, ‘Careful John you could have someone’s eye out with that’ at the look on his face she burst into giggles and impulsively hugged him.

 

‘It’s my turn now, you have to be very thorough and not leave any soap on any of my hair’ she said handing him the shower-head.

 

She stood trustingly in front of him as he started to rinse her from top to bottom, it took a while before she was satisfied that her long golden hair was totally rinsed and then she threw it back over her head so that he could see her naked body clearly for the first time.

 

‘Make sure you don’t miss any bits’ she ordered, ‘ I didn’t miss any bits of yours did I?’

 

He needed no further urging and carefully ran the water over her shoulders and breasts, she insisted that he lift each of them up so that the water could wash away any soap trapped under them.

 

As he ran it over her belly she opened her legs for him so he could run it over her golden pubes.

To his amazement she then turned round and bent over for him.

 

He took the hint and ran the stream of water between the cheeks of her bottom, he made so bold as to part her bum cheeks to spray the water directly onto her neat little anus.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole before and he was fascinated by it.

 

‘Haven’t you finished yet back there?’ she said ‘I will be getting rusty soon if you don’t hurry up’.

 

He guiltily finished rinsing the back of her legs and she turned off the water.

 

THE BEDROOM.

 

She led him into the bedroom where there was a big pile of soft towels waiting on the bed for them.

 

He sat on one of the towels and watched as she wrapped a towel around her head trapping her hair into a turban.

When she turned back to him she was completely exposed to his eyes.

 

Seeing him look away she told him not to be silly, they had already shared a shower together and had seen more of each others bodies than anyone else in the world had.

 

‘It’s too late to be shy now John, I expect you to dry me properly and then I will finish you off’,

 

She handed him a nice fluffy towel and lay down on the bed with her arms stretched out to her sides.

She had a beautiful firm body and like all real large breasts her tits didn’t stick straight up but tended to flatten slightly under the weight of gravity. He noticed that her nipples though were still hard.

 

He started to gently dry her, patting the towel over her face and neck, when he had dried her face he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

 

She responded passionately, pulling his head down so she could kiss him back hard ‘that’s a nice thing to do dear, I want you to kiss all the parts you dry’.

 

He next rubbed all around her breasts, gently lifting each one so that he could dry underneath.

As he finished each breast he kissed the nipple on it. Each kiss turned into a long slow suck.

 

He sucked each tit until she moaned and started to writhe about on the bed. ‘Oh John you are getting me all wet again’ she whispered.

 

MABEL’S BOTTOM.

 

She got up on her hands and knees and presented her little naked bum to him.

 

Again he gently rubbed the towel between her bum cheeks, parting them so he didn’t miss any places.

 

He dropped the towel to free both his hands so that he could hold her cheeks apart exposing her little bum hole to his eyes.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole up close. The pin ups on the factory walls tended to concentrate on tits and cunts.

 

He was fascinated by this private pink little hole.

‘Is it nice John?’ she queried, ‘ reach into the bedside cabinet drawer and take out the tube of Vaseline that is in there’.

 

He did as instructed.

‘Put some on your finger and rub it in and around there so I don’t get sore’ she asked.

 

He dutifully dipped his finger in the jar of Vaseline and tentatively rubbed it around her anus.

‘You will need to put your finger deep inside my bottom dear, so I don’t get sore’ she told him.

 

John gathered up his nerve and as gently as possible pushed his finger deep into her bum.

 

He enjoyed the feeling of her tight little hole gripping his finger so much that he pulled it out and reinserted it again. May moaned when he did this.

‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked anxiously.

 

‘Oh no dear it feels lovely, keep doing that for a little while’. She replied’.

 

He put more Vaseline on his finger and continued fingering her bum hole. He noticed that the more he stretched her anus the louder her moans became. He started to rotate his finger in her anus and this caused May to wiggle her arse at him in an obvious invitation.

 

The trouble was he didn’t know what to do, so he thought it best to withdraw his finger from her bum and after wiping off the surplus Vaseline he parted her bum cheeks and kissed her little pink anus.

 

May was so hot she could scream in frustration, her most secret vice that even in girlie conversations with her friends she never mentioned, was that she loved anal sex.

 

Her husband had once taken her to Hong Kong with him and whilst they were there they had gone to one of the many sex shows on offer in that fantastic city.

 

She had watched in rapt fascination as a small Chinese girl, was fucked up the arse by a big black man.

 

His cock had seemed enormous to her, and yet the little girls bum had managed to accommodate every inch of it.

The girl had also gone into multiple orgasms there in front of them and it was obvious that she was enjoying every thrust of his cock.

 

When they had returned to the hotel they had gingerly attempted the same thing and after a few painful episodes they had learned that the secret of good anal sex was plenty of Vaseline up the bum.

During the following years she had been arse fucked often and it always gave her multiple orgasms.

 

Kneeling there with her naked bum presented to John she remembered that he was still a virgin.

He hadn’t fucked a woman’s cunt yet, so to expect him to fuck her up the arse was asking too much of him.

 

However she promised herself that in the very near future she would be kneeling in front of him, and she would be taking it hard up the arse from his big young cock.  

 

MABELS PUSSY.

 

‘One last bit and then I’m done’ she announced.

She turned onto her back and opened her legs wide for him, her golden pubes were open to him and he gently rubbed the towel over them.

 

As he rubbed her he noticed that her eyes had shut and she was pushing her pubes against his hand.

‘Don’t stop just yet she whispered, rub a bit harder John please’.

 

He needed no further encouragement and started to rub her hairy little pussy as fast as he could.

Soon she was writhing on the bed her fingers digging hard into the covers and moaning his name just as he had dreamed about.

 

Suddenly she gave a long drawn-out cry and collapsed onto the bed limply where she lay with her legs wide open and her hairy golden cunt totally exposed.

He noticed a white creamy substance running from her cunt and realised that some women came just like men.

 

After a few minutes she opened her eyes and asked him to give her a hug.

He happily crawled to her and as his arms went round her she pushed him over onto his back and lay on top of him, hugging him tightly to her naked body.

 

Her lovely warm soft breasts pressed against his chest.

 

His cock was still rigid and sticking up so she wriggled around until it was securely held between her inner thighs, his hot shaft pressed against her damp pussy lips.

‘Thank you John’ she murmured in his ear ‘that was lovely, I really enjoyed it and now its your turn.

 

I want you to do everything I ask without question, will you do that for me please?’ she whispered seductively.

 

At this point John would have done anything for her and he nodded his head in acceptance.

 

She kissed him slowly and passionately pushing her tongue into his mouth and as the kiss progressed she started to rub her juicy cunt over his cock.

 

DRYING JOHN.

 

‘Lie still while I dry you off’ she ordered as she slowly slipped off him and picked up a small towel.

 

He was instructed to lie on his back with his hands behind his head, and  when he was comfortable May started to dry his body from his head to his toes.

 

She rubbed between his legs and told him to open them wide for her. ‘I want to see your big cock and balls’ she whispered to him.

He opened his legs for her and she lay between them with her face inches from his balls.

 

She started to kiss the inside of his thighs and continued kissing all around his balls until her mouth was on his shaft which she kissed all along its length until she reached his knob.

 

Slowly she closed her mouth over his swollen knob and gently sucked and licked it until he moaned out loud.

 

As soon as she felt the tell tale twitching that warned of ejaculation she stopped and getting up from the bed walked naked into the kitchen to get them both a glass of wine.

 

By the time she returned his cock had cooled down a bit and was ready for more foreplay.

 

‘Why are you still randy?’ he asked her, ‘didn’t I make you come once already?’

She smiled and explained that women could come many times during lovemaking but men could only come once.

 

‘This is why it is very important that your first time with a women is with one who knows what to do to, otherwise it is over far too soon.

 

I am going to make love to you, so you never forget this time no matter how old you become’.

 

They both had a drink of their wine and then she climbed back on the bed and knelt over him so her pubes were just above his mouth.

 

‘I want you to lick me, you will see a little knobbly thing hidden in my pubic hair just above my cunt lips, that is my clitoris and if you suck it,   it will feel to me as me sucking your cock feels to you, it’s called 69ing’.

 

He had read about 69 and could see her golden pussy clearly and as she lowered it onto his face he stuck his tongue deep inside her and licked and sucked for all he was worth.

 

She lowered her head until her mouth slipped over his knob again and gently sucked it, while she massaged his balls.

 

He was in heaven his face was covered in her cunt juices and they ran into his mouth where he greedily swallowed every drop.

 

May was also really enjoying herself, it was a good feeling to have total power over her very own toy boy and she loved the taste of fresh young cock in her mouth once again.

 

She lifted herself off him and turned away from him with her bum in the air.

 

‘I want you to slip your fingers up inside my cunt and really finger me hard’, she instructed him in an urgent voice.

 

He knelt behind her and found that his fingers slid in so easily that he could put four of them into her without any trouble.

 

He then began to thrust them in and out of her cunt, faster and faster until she began to moan again.

Soon her cunt juices were running down the inside of her legs and she was coming for him again.

‘Push your fingers up my bum, and finger it just like my cunt’.

 

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her sopping wet cunt and pushed one of them into her tight little bum hole.

It was slippery from the Vaseline he had rubbed in earlier but still gripped his finger tightly and he started to rotate his finger in her bum so as to stretch it enough to get more in.

 

She relaxed her bum muscles and he was soon able to insert four of his fingers up her bum.

 

Again she was moaning and thrusting her arse back against his fingers until she gasped and more of her creamy cum squirted out of her cunt and ran down the inside of her thighs.

He then realised that fingering her bum could also make her come.

 

May was really starting to have fun, she had already had two orgasms and knew there were lots more to come.

 

She crawled away from him and told him to lie on his back again.

‘This time I’m going to lower my cunt onto your cock.

 

I’m doing it this way so I can control the friction on your cock.

It will be the first time your cock has been in a woman’s cunt and if you feel that you have to come, then tell me, and I will stop for a bit to let you cool down’.

She knelt over him with her breasts hanging down in front of his eyes, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

 

At last John felt the wet heat of a woman’s cunt as it slid slowly down his throbbing shaft. He closed his eyes and savoured the sensations as she gently fucked his cock with her cunt.

 

May was really enjoying the feel of a big young cock in her cunt, it had been years since she had been well and truly fucked and she was enjoying every minute of it.

 

She could feel her cunt being stretched from her lips to her womb as she bounced up and down on his cock and she tightened her cunt muscles to increase the feelings as much as possible.

She had already come twice and her cunt was red hot for another orgasm.

It hit her sooner than she expected and she buried her face in his chest and gave a muffled scream as her hot cunt juices ran down his cock and soaked his balls.

 

After laying on him for a little while he felt her lifting her cunt off his cock, but before he could complain she had turned around so that he was looking at he naked little arse.

 

‘I’m going to lower my arse onto your cock now, it will take me a while to get comfortable so be patient while I do it’ she explained.

He watched in wonder as she positioned her bum hole onto his knob. Very slowly she increased the pressure until his knob disappeared up her bum.

 

She then stopped and stayed very still relaxing her arse muscles until she could take a few more inches. Eventually his cock was right up her arse and it gripped his shaft tightly.

 

‘God it’s been a very long time since I had a big cock up the bum’, she gasped as she slowly started to bounce her arse onto his bollocks.

Watching his cock going up her arse really brought John to the brink of coming and he asked May to stop for a bit so he could calm down.

She gently lifted her bum off his cock until it popped out.

 

May turned again until her tits were just over his face.

‘Suck my nipples, till my bum stops throbbing’ she said.

 

He was only too pleased to do so and grabbing hold of her big tits he sucked hard on her nipples until they were red and swollen.

 

‘Well John dear have you enjoyed yourself so far?’ she asked with a grin.

He replied that he had never enjoyed himself so much in his life, and that he loved her.

‘I think I love you too dear,’ she replied.

 

BECOMING A MAN

 

It was time she said for him to fuck her properly and come up her cunt. May explained that when he started fucking her he probably wouldn’t last long before he squirted his cum into her cunt.

 

However all good things must come to an end and he deserved to come in her for being such a good boy.

 

She asked him if he wanted to fuck her face to face, called missionary.

Or whether he wanted to fuck her from behind, doggy fashion.

He opted for face to face as he wanted to watch her as he fucked her.

 

She lay on her back and opened her legs wide for him.

He positioned himself between her thighs and she guided his cock gently into her hot wet cunt.

 

‘Now fuck me John, fuck your woman hard and deep. I want your cum in my womb.

 

He tried to fuck her slowly and gently, but looking down at her with her big tits bouncing to his thrusts he was soon fucking her harder and faster until he felt her cunt tighten in orgasm again and she cried out ‘ Oh John I love you my darling boy’.

 

On hearing that, he let go all restraint and finally with a triumphant cry emptied his balls into her cunt.

She heard him cry out as he came and wrapped her legs tightly around him so that she got every drop of his cum inside her womb.

 

Afterwards they just lay together wrapped in each others arms.

May was tender in both her holes but relished the warm feeling of a well- fucked woman.

 

John was still coming to terms that he was now a proper man, who had fucked a woman.

Not a silly little girl who knew nothing, but a fully experienced woman who had taught and given him so much that he knew he could never repay her as long as he lived.

 

May lay thinking quietly as he sucked on her breasts and toyed with her hair, she knew he was hers now and she would teach him to fuck her every way possible.

 

By the time she had finished with him he was going to be the perfect stud muffin.

 

They would have to be careful not to be discovered, but she was sure that she could think up lots of jobs for John to do for her over the coming months, or her name wasn’t Auntie Mabel.

 

John was so emotionally and sexually drained that he dozed off in her arms. She gently disentangled herself from him and walked into the kitchen to move their clothes from the washing machine into the tumble dryer.

 

May didn’t have to wait for her clothes to dry as she simply changed into a clean set that was in the wardrobe. However she knew that she couldn’t send John home in different clothes from the ones he had left his mum’s in.

 

While his clothes were drying she took the opportunity to put up her hair in its customary bun. She was proud of it but sometimes it was a pain to keep tidy.

She made some tea and assembled a plate of cakes for John when he woke.

 

May knew that young men were always hungry, both for sex and food. After the efforts he had made on her behalf today he deserved at least a snack.

She took the food into the bedroom, he was still asleep, laying curled up on his side.

 

He had a lovely body, apart from his gorgeous big cock he also was tall and handsome. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, his big brown eyes were closed in sleep.

She heard the tumble dryer beeping to tell her his clothes were dry.

 

Putting down the tray she gently shook him awake.

The first thing John saw when he opened his eyes was May sitting on the bed.

She was fully dressed, which made him very aware that he was naked in front of her.

 

She however simply told him to drink some tea and eat some cakes while she went and got his clothes.

He realised that he was famished and did as she said. He was still unsure about what had happened.

 

How did he get from helping in the garden to lying naked in front of a sixty year old beauty that he had just fucked. Or would it be true to say had just fucked him.

 

The sequence of events that had led to this moment were blurred in his mind. He did know that his cock was still tender from the unaccustomed fucking but that he had never been happier in his life than he was now.

He looked up as she re-entered the room with his clothes. They were nice and dry and warm. She laid them beside him on the bed and sat down beside him.

 

‘How are you feeling dear?’ she asked quietly.

‘I don’t really know,’ he replied, ‘wonderful, certainly confused, stunned, but probably most of all grateful to you for making me a man,’ in the fantastic way that you did.

 

‘I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did love, I’m still a bit tender in places, you are quite a man when you get going.’

 

She told him to get dressed as there was still things to do in the garden before he went home.

She watched him dressing, he first put on his work shirt so as to feel less naked and vulnerable.

He then pulled on his boxer shorts, however as he stood up to pull them up to his waist she asked him to stop for a second.

 

She got off the bed and knelt down in front of him. His cock was hanging between his legs, minding its own business. ‘ I want to kiss it before you tuck it away’ she murmured. Lifting up her head she enclosed his limp cock in her mouth and sucked it in as far as she could without choking.

 

His cock was still tender but she was extremely gentle and he felt himself relaxing as the heat of her mouth transferred itself to his cock.

She gave his cock a last gentle suck, and as it slipped from her mouth she kissed it.

 

May remained kneeling in front of him as he finished getting dressed.

When he was ready she accompanied him back out into her garden.

They sat on her garden bench and she turned to him and asked him if he had any questions that she could help him with.

 

His only question was ‘what now?.

May explained that they must keep what had happened between them a secret. She had a great deal more to teach him but if his mum found out about them he would be barred from seeing her again.

 

‘But I’m a man now I can do as I like’ he protested.

‘Technically, yes you are, but how would it look to your family and friends if they knew you were fucking an old lady.

You have a good job and a loving family and I will not allow you to endanger that’ she stated firmly.

‘If you cannot promise me that you will keep us a secret then I will have no choice but to never see you again, if necessary I will move back to Berkshire to keep you safe.

 

‘I cannot lose you,’ he admitted, ‘I will do as you say, although I want to tell everyone how fantastic you are.’

‘Don’t you realise that I also want to tell the world about you, how lovely and kind you are.

Not to mention telling Doreen that her son can fuck me into heaven,’ she replied passionately, and pulling him towards her she kissed him hard and long.

 

‘You know I think I love you,’ he said seriously.

‘I think I love you too,’ she replied just as seriously.

 

Counting the work actually done in the garden he had been there for six hours and it was time for tea.

May suggested that she ring Doreen and say that he was staying for tea and then was going to help May sort out her loft.

That way he could stay until the evening without any suspicion.

 

Doreen had no objections to this plan and the knowledge that they had the evening to look forward to made them both happy.

 

May had a hedge trimmer and as John was so tall it didn’t take him long to make it neat and tidy. Standing back to view it she remarked that at least they had achieved some real work amongst the fun.

 

‘I hope the fun is not over yet,’ he whispered in her ear.

‘Oh no, when you have had a light tea I’m going to fuck you senseless,’ she whispered back.

 

As promised she had prepared a light meal of ham, with a side salad.

He quickly ate every piece and taking her by the hand they both ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She asked him to stand by the bed while she slowly stripped him naked. He had to bend over so she could reach the higher buttons on his shirt but she was soon able to remove it.

 

She next pulled down his jeans leaving him in just his boxer shorts. Watching her strip him had re-kindled his young lust and his cock was back with a vengeance.

It was sticking out towards her, held back only by the material of his pants.

 

May left him standing like that while she told him to remove her top. John slowly pulled it over her head.

As it went up it took her breasts with it so when he pulled it over her head her breasts bounced back delightfully.

 

He knelt down so that he could pull down her shorts leaving her only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers. He put his hands on her bum and pulled her towards him.

A sudden urge came to stick his nose into the crotch of her panties and smell her hot damp cunt.

 

He rubbed his face over her pubes until the gusset of her knickers were soaked with her cunt juices. She pulled her knickers up for him until the gusset slipped between her cunt lips and he could see the beautiful golden curls of her pubic hair either side of the cotton.

 

Hooking his fingers into her gusset he pulled it to one side so he could get his tongue between her cunt lips. Holding her bum cheeks tightly he pulled her cunt hard against his mouth as he licked her golden triangle.

 

‘Lets try it this way,’ she said, and stepping back from him she pulled her knickers right off and knelt on the bed with her arse towards him. ‘Lick my cunt from behind’ she said as she swayed her bottom from side to side.

 

John knelt down on the carpet so his mouth was on the same level as her cunt. He opened her bum cheeks so he could get his tongue deep into her wet cunt and gave it a good long licking.

 

Exposing herself to him like this really turned May on and as he licked her cunt so she was grinding it in his face. He had to stop as his mouth was full of cunt and his nose was buried in her golden pubic hair. He just couldn’t breathe and had to come up for air.

 

 

 

BONDAGE

 

She got off the bed and knelt on the carpet facing him. He saw her put her hands behind her back and clasp them together.

‘I want you to go to my dressing gown hanging on the wardrobe door and bring me back the belt from it please’ she asked him.

He got the cloth belt and brought it over to where she was kneeling.

‘I now want you to tie my hands to my feet so that I am helpless’ she instructed quietly.

John did as she told him and secured her with the belt.

 

‘I want you to fuck my mouth, I give you full control of how hard and fast you do it, just don’t come yet.’ She said looking up at him.

 

The sight of her kneeling in front of him naked and vulnerable had an electrifying effect on his cock.

It became even more rigid than it had been and he guided it into her open mouth with one hand while he held the back of her head still with the other.

 

He started to fuck her mouth slowly and gently, seeing her kneeling there so submissively brought out the dominant male in him and holding her head tightly so she couldn’t back away he began to really fuck her mouth hard.

 

This was completely different from her sucking his cock, then she had control of how fast and deep his cock went into her mouth but now he was in charge and he needed her to take as much of his cock into her mouth as humanly possible.

 

Once again May knew exactly what she was doing, during her long sexual life she had mastered many sexual techniques.

 

The one she would call upon now was ‘deep throating’.

It involved simply breathing through the nose and suppressing the gag reflex. Both techniques she had mastered years ago.

 

As he fucked his cock into her mouth he could feel it going in deeper and deeper until it was going right down her throat.

 

He could hear her apparently choking on his cock, but instead of making him ease up her noises of distress prompted him to fuck her mouth even deeper. At one stroke he could feel his balls pressed up hard against her lips. Her submissiveness triggered a deep primal alpha male response in his hind brain and all he could think about was making her submit to him totally.

 

He suddenly came to his senses and pulled his cock completely out of her mouth. He fell to his knees in front of her and pulled her into his arms.

 

‘God May I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing there for a minute. I could have chocked you to death, please forgive me.’ He blurted out in distress.

 

May knelt on the floor with her head down, the force of his fucking had loosened her hair so much that it had fallen down around her like a golden cape.

 

She wasn’t the least bit hurt, but it wouldn’t do John any harm to remember that she was just a fragile little girl when she needed to be.

 

He was frantically untying her hands and kissing her face.

‘It’s OK dear, I just had trouble breathing for a second, I think I bit off more than I could chew with your big cock,’ she said in a timorous voice.

 

He held her tightly to him and promised to do whatever she asked if she would forgive him.

‘You can help me sort out my hair if you like, you seem to have well and truly fucked it,’ she said with a laugh.

 

His relief at her joke was enormous and he was soon gathering up her long golden tresses and using the belt tying it back into a giant ponytail for her.

 

 

DOGGIE

 

She got back up onto her bed and knelt so that she was facing the full length mirror. She told him if he wanted to make it up to her he could give her cunt a good hard fucking from behind.

 

He was only too pleased to do this and standing behind her he guided his cock between her cunt lips and deep inside her.

She was wet and hot and soon he was fucking her harder and harder. The sight of her little naked bum shaking with the force of his thrusts spurred him on to greater efforts.

 

‘Look in the mirror, John,’ she gasped between thrusts.

He hadn’t noticed the mirror until he looked up from her arse and saw himself fucking a naked woman who was kneeling in front of him with her bum in the air.

 

This was the first time he was able to observe himself fucking May, and she had positioned herself so he could see her large naked breasts bouncing wildly with every stroke of his cock.

 

He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and it was him that he was looking at.

 

ANAL

 

 

‘I need you to get the Vaseline John she said as he slowed down, I want you up my bum as soon as possible.

 

He pulled his cock out of her cunt and walked over to the drawer, he returned with the jar, and without needing to be told dipped his finger in it and started to lubricate her bum hole as he had done previously.

 

This time however he knew he would be fucking May up the arse and his fingers were shaking in anticipation as he pushed them deep into her bum.

 

‘I want you to get my vibrator from the bottom drawer now and use it to stretch my bum hole ready for your big cock.

 

He fetched the vibrator and found that by twisting the base he could control the level of vibration it produced.

 

He rubbed some Vaseline on the end of it and carefully inserted it into her little anus.

She wriggled her bum as he did so to assist its entry and soon he had pushed it halfway up her bum.

 

She then asked him to gently rotate it in her bum to stretch her as much as possible. The sight of it sticking out of her arse really got him hard and he couldn’t wait to pull out the vibrator and replace it with his hot cock.

 

Her bum hole was now a lot bigger than it was before he had used the vibrator and he found that when he pulled it out he could get three fingers up her bum.

 

May asked him to gently insert his cock and commence her arse fucking.

Even with the stretching and the Vaseline she gave an involuntary grunt as his knob entered her bum hole.

 

He could feel her tight arsehole gripping him tightly as he gently moved it in and out. He increased his strokes gradually until his balls were slapping against her cunt and she was taking every inch of cock up the bum.

 

This was very different from fucking a woman’s cunt, a cunt was designed to be fucked, but a woman’s bum needed lots of lubricant to enable her to take it up the arse without to much discomfort.

 

John knew from listening to the sexual conversations at work, that very few women indeed permitted their men to fuck them up the arse.

He had never yet heard of any woman who actually enjoyed the experience.

 

John considered himself amazingly lucky to have met a woman who not only permitted it but loved it.

 

Once he had got a good rhythm going he could look up from her bum and again he could see himself and what he was doing to May.

When he was fucking her cunt she had been on all fours and he could see her lovely big tits swaying as he fucked her.

 

When she was taking it up the arse she had her head turned to one side and flat against the bed. This presented her arse to him at a comfortable angle for her and he noticed her eyes were shut as he fucked her up the bum as hard as he could.

 

May was in heaven, at last she was getting a really good arse fucking. She could feel Johns big cock stretching her hole wide and the feel of his big balls slapping against her cunt was driving her into a multiple orgasm.

 

John heard her starting to moan and saw that she was thrusting her arse back towards his cock as hard as he was thrusting into her.

‘I’m coming John she gasped, I’m coming for you my darling boy.’

 

Suddenly he felt her hot cunt juices flowing over his balls, fucking her arse had made her cunt come and soon she was in the midst of a raging orgasm.

 

He found that once started he only had to gently move his cock in and out of her arse for her orgasms to continue one after the other until at last she begged him to stop.

He pulled his cock out of her bum and she collapsed onto the bed, her arsehole was gaping wide and she was shuddering with her orgasms even though he was out of her.

He was hot and sweaty after such a marathon fuck and while May lay naked on the bed and shuddered through her orgasms, he took the opportunity to have another drink of wine.

As he sipped it he tried to make sense of what had happened so far.

 

He had just finished buggering his Aunt Mabel, his mum’s friend who was actually older than his mum.

He was at this moment in time watching her lying naked on the bed in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

 

This morning he had woken up as a virgin with little or no chance that his situation would change in the near future.

 Now he was a real man at last and had fucked a woman’s mouth, cunt and arse.

 

It was only 6pm of the same day and he thought he could be excused for being a bit shell shocked over all this no matter how fantastic it had been.

 

Being an eighteen year old engineer he was well aware of the theorectical side of sex. He had seen the girlie magazines, and had been to visit one of his older friends who had a DVD and had watched enthralled as porn stars had been fucked every way possible to human beings.

 

He had simply not believed that those sort of things happened in real life. Did his dad fuck his mum the way he had just fucked May? He didn’t think so for a minute.

Obviously they had made love otherwise he would not be here, but to think of his mum taking it up the arse the way that May did was almost blasphemous.

 

What would mum say if she found out, would she be disgusted with him or would she blame May for ‘corrupting’ her little boy. May was sixty years old for fuck sake.

Mrs Wainwright who lived a few doors down from this very flat was sixty as well.

 

He had heard his mum talking about her and how she suffered with her feet.

The poor old lady went everywhere with a little wheeled trolly to help steady her as she walked.

 

Would he fuck her if she offered? He didn’t think so for a moment, so why was he fucking this sixty year old woman?

What was different about May?

 

He decided as he drank the wine that she was one of the lucky special people that simply do not conform to the rest of humanity.

He remembered seeing an eighty year old man completing the London Marathon this year.

 

He couldn’t run a marathon now, let alone when he was eighty.

Yes May was special, and he was fantastically lucky to have met her.

His dad always said ‘ Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth ‘ he wouldn’t look May in the mouth, but he would probably be fucking her in the mouth in the near future.

 

May had finally ceased her orgasms and had become aware of John sitting on the bedside chair drinking his wine.

She got up from the bed and walked over towards him.

He studied her as she approached, yes she was special, she walked like an athlete.

 

Although only five foot tall she was perfectly proportioned, apart from her breasts which were really a little too big for her frame.

Her stomach was flat with a hint of muscle showing when she tensed it. The rest of her body was smooth and silky, and it was topped by a beautiful heart shaped face, with lovely blue eyes.

 

He had seen all these parts of her before, but his was the first time he had appreciated the whole of her.

 

With her hair tied in a pony tail behind her she looked very similar to any other blond, the only clue to her unique hair was the thick golden triangle of her pubic hair.

He knew that for her to go from beautiful to stunning, it only required her to let down her golden hair completely so as to form her own magic cloak. Yes she was special, she was unique and she was his.

 

May poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on John’s lap. He had gone soft so she didn’t run the risk of impaling herself on his cock.

‘How is my sexy man feeling?’ she asked as she put an arm around his shoulders for support.

 

John found his mouth only inches from her nipple and taking a sip of his cold wine he placed his lips around it and sucked.

The shock of his cold mouth on her nipple made her squeal, and wiggle her naked bottom against his cock.

It suddenly came back to rampant life and May found herself sitting on a hot cock.

 

To get more comfortable she raised her bottom only to find when she lowered herself back down onto his lap that his cock was slipping smoothly up her arsehole again.

She found the sensation very comforting and with a contented sigh relaxed and took another sip of her wine.

 

John actually found that having May sitting on his cock was strangely more erotic than when he was fucking her up her arse. He asked her why he felt this, and she replied that it could be because outwardly she was just sitting on his lap, albeit naked. In reality his big cock was secretly up her arse.

 

She told him a story about herself when she was a young girl and was with a boyfriend. He had come around her mother’s house to visit her and in those days they would go into the parlour for a bit of privacy.

However her mother would make a point of popping in at odd times just to keep an eye on them to ensure no hanky panky went on.

 

One time, she confessed to John, her boyfriend had got his cock out and asked her to suck it.

She was too afraid to do this as her mother might come in at any second and catch her on her knees.

May suggested instead that as she was wearing a full skirt as the fashion of the times demanded, she could take off her knickers and sit on his lap.

 

He agreed to the compromise and she slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag.

She then lowered herself onto his cock, which slipped up her cunt easily as she was wet and juicy in anticipation.

 

The reason that she remembered this occasion after all those years was that her mother came into the room and saw her sitting on her boyfriends lap listening to the radio.

She asked her boyfriend if he wanted a cup of tea and some biscuits, and then went to fetch them.

 

Her mother then returned with the snack and joined them for a while listening to the radio before she went back into the kitchen to tidy up.

All the while they were chatting innocently to her mother she was sitting with his big cock stuck up her cunt.

By the time her mother left the room her cunt juice had soaked the front of his trousers and he had to leave the house when her mother was elsewhere so she wouldn’t see the damp patch around his flys.

 

‘Would you like me to visit you in a long dress and no knickers,’ she whispered to John seductively. ‘I could sit on your lap in front of your mum and dad, and you could slip your big cock deep into my cunt without them noticing.

Would you like that? I can feel that your cock would.’

 

Indeed his cock was very interested in the story and had swollen even bigger than it had been.

May stood up and turned to face him.

Straddling him she again lowered herself onto his lap, and again his cock slid up her bum.

 

Putting her hands on the back of his chair she started to bounce her arse on his cock.

Her breasts were right in front of his eyes and he watched in delight as they bounced and shook in front of him.

She could feel his big hard cock impaling her arse with every bounce.

 

Retelling that true story while John’s cock was up her arse had really turned her on in a big way, and she was hit by an orgasm that made her squeal in ecstasy.

John watched her face as she came for him.

He could tell that she was in a separate world of pure pleasure and he was proud that he was the one that transported her there.

 

May had to stop, her arse was throbbing and getting a bit sore from all the fucking.

She had come all over John’s bollocks and his pubic hairs were sticky and matted.

 

GOLDEN SHOWER

 

‘I think we both need a bath, instead of a shower,’ she declared firmly.

 

Her flat had a large bathroom, as well as the big shower cubicle in which they had first become intimate; there was also a standard bathtub in the corner.

May walked naked into the bathroom, and he waited expecting to hear her running the water for them.

He heard nothing so got up and walked into the bathroom.

He was surprised to see her sitting in the bath without any water in it.

‘Come and join me,’ she invited.

He stepped into the bath and lay down facing her.

May straddled him so that her cunt was over his balls and gently rubbed his cock.

‘Why isn’t there any water?’ he asked.

 

’Because I am going to make my own,’ she replied mischievously.

She told him that she was going to show him what she had seen a Hong Kong whore do on stage years ago when she was visiting there.

She instructed him to close his eyes and relax, she was going to wash all the sticky come from his cock and balls.

 

John closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt her stand up in the bath over him.

He could feel her pouring lovely hot water over his tender cock and matted pubic hair.

His wine fuddled brain was slow to register the fact that the taps were not turned on.

 

He opened his eyes a crack and was astounded to see that May was peeing on his cock.

From where he sat he could clearly see her pee coming from her cunt and splashing all over his balls.

He had never seen a woman pee before and certainly not from this angle.

 

‘Do you like that,’ she asked.

‘It feels strange but nice,’ he admitted after a few seconds thought,           ‘Why are you peeing on me?’  

‘Most couples fuck each other in various ways, but never see each other pee.

It’s a private thing and I want you to see me pee.’ She explained.

 

‘Fair enough,’ he said, ‘ would you like to see me pee as well?’

‘I thought you would never ask,’ she replied with a smile.

‘ My bum is a bit sore and could do with some hot water.’

She knelt down in the bath with her bum in the air.

John knelt behind her and gently parted her bum cheeks so he could see her slightly swollen anus.

 

He found that with all the wine he had drank his bladder was uncomfortably full and with a sigh of relief he relaxed and started to pee over her bum.

His water poured over her anus and ran down between her legs soaking her golden pubic hairs and pouring onward into the bath.

From his perspective it looked like she was peeing herself.

 

She suddenly turned around in the bath to face him.

This allowed him to pee directly over her golden triangle and he noticed that she was watching in rapt attention as his pee poured out of the hole in the end of his cock and soaked her cunt.

 

She told him that her peeing on him was called a golden shower, she said that some couples even liked to watch their partners having a poo.

She however drew the line at that, and hoped that he wouldn’t want to watch her when she next had a poo.

 

He assured her that watching someone poo didn’t turn him on at all. However as she brought the subject of poo up, he was pleasantly surprised that during the ferocious arse fucking she had received from him that there was thankfully no sign of any mess.

 

She explained that there were two important steps to good anal sex.

One she had already mentioned, was lots of lubrication.

The other was not so widely spoken of due to the taboo about talking of poo.

Before a woman allows he partner to fuck her up the arse she should always give herself a soapy hot water enema.

 

This cleans her bum out completely and that is why you often see porn stars sucking a man’s cock immediately it has been pulled out of her arse. Her bum is just as clean as her cunt so she doesn’t mind sucking his cock straight from her bum. 

 

She confessed that knowing he was coming to see her she had ensured she was clean for him.

‘Did you hope I would end up fucking your arse?’ he asked,

‘Oh yes John, I really hoped we would end up as lovers, and so we are,’ she replied hugging him tightly.

 

‘Now we are both covered in pee we can take a shower,’ she said.

She took his hand and led him into the shower.

Turning it on they both stood still for a while to allow the water to run between their legs and wash away the pee.

She said that as she had peed on him first it was up to her to soap his cock and balls so as to make sure he was lovely and clean.

 

Taking a handful of soapy liquid she rubbed it all over his cock and around his balls.

She pulled his foreskin back and soaped his knob thoroughly.

Needless to say this attention brought his cock back to full rigidity.

 

Once she had rinsed the soap off, she knelt down on the shower base and covered the end of his cock with her mouth.

May sucked gently on his cock, and then ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls.

She very gently sucked each of his balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue.

When she stood up he was rampant and raring to go again.

 

He demanded that he be allowed to soap her, as that was one of his fantasies.

Using lots of soap he rubbed it all over her large soft breasts.

Paying particular attention to her nipples until they stood out like red strawberries.

 

Telling her to open her legs for him he rubbed plenty of soap into and around her hairy cunt.

Then he asked her to turn around and bend over for him.

Again he took a good handful of soap and rubbed it between her bum cheeks and up her bum hole.

 

Her arse was still well stretched from his cock and he could slip his finger up her bum easily.

This was how he had envisioned being in a shower with a naked woman. Lots of soaping and sucking of cocks, and cunts.

The world made sense again as far as he was concerned.

 

They finally got out of the shower and dried themselves in the bedroom. It was getting late and May knew she would have to send him home soon, but before she let him go she wanted to give him a final image to remember.

 

 

 

He also knew it was time to go and was a bit disappointed when May told him to get dressed. She also dressed in her usual loose top shorts and floppy hat. When they were both dressed instead of leading him downstairs as he expected, she led him over to the bed.

 

‘You have to go now,’ she said quietly, ‘but before you go I want to give you an image to keep with you.

I am usually dressed like this so you will see me more like this than naked.

 

The next time you see me talking to your mum or chatting to you in front of others you can picture me this way’.

She knelt down in front of him and took his cock out of his pants.

It had gone limp in disappointment but sucking it into her mouth she soon got it back to its usual readiness.

 

‘I’m going to suck your cock until you come, and when you do you are going to squirt your cum into my mouth and all over my face.

He had seen this on many a blue movie and had always wanted to do that to a woman.

She looked up at him and began to wank his cock in front of her face.

 

Looking down at her he could see her beautiful heart shaped face smiling at him as she rubbed his cock.

With her other hand she started to massage his balls and at the same time took his swollen knob deep into her mouth and sucked it hard.

His cock had been teased all evening and it was ready to explode with his semen.

 

She heard his tell tale breathing that warned of the coming explosion.

‘Watch me when you come,’ she demanded, and wanked him even harder.

‘I can’t hold it any longer,’ he gasped desperately.

‘Come for me my darling boy, come in my mouth and over my face, I want you to remember my face covered in your cum.’

 

She held his cock tightly, pointing towards her open mouth and stuck her tongue out.

With a loud cry he shot a stream of hot creamy cum out of his cock.

She directed it onto her tongue and into her mouth.

His next big squirt she aimed directly between her eyes so that it ran down her face either side of her nose and into her open mouth to join the first load.

By this time his legs had gone weak at the knees and he was leaning on her shoulders to keep upright.

His last and final squirt she caused to splatter across both her cheeks.

He stood there gasping in relief; as he balls were at last mercifully empty.

 

He watched as she rubbed his knob all over her face and watched her tongue lick the drops of cum from the end of his cock.

She opened her mouth for him and he could see that it was full of his cum.

 

Looking him straight in the eyes she slowly and deliberately swallowed all his cum and licked her lips. 

She knelt before him with her face completely covered in his cum, and smiled at him.

 

‘Remember this John, the next time I am talking to your parents and I see you I will lick my lips like this.

You will know that I am remembering licking your cum from my face and swallowing it.

 

You will also know that I want you to bend me over in front of them pull down my knickers and fuck my cunt as hard as you can.

I will be looking at you and talking to you normally, but I will be wanting your big cock in my mouth, cunt and arse and don’t you ever forget it.

 

I tell you this because women can always tell when a man wants them, they only have to look at his cock, just as I looked at yours when we first met.

The sight of my tits made you hard if you remember.

Men cannot tell just by looking at us if we want them badly.

Know that I want you every time I see you.’

 

So saying she stood up and gave him a deep tonguing kiss.

He could taste his own cum in her mouth and loved it.

May reached down and after giving his now limp cock a tender kiss tucked it into his pants for him.

 

She walked him to the door and after another passionate kiss waved to him as he walked back to his house.

When he had disappeared from sight she closed the door and went back up to her bedroom.

 

She lay on the bed fully dressed her face was still sticky from his cum. Closing her eyes she went through all that had transpired that day.

She decided that it had been a great day and although every hole was sore she relished the discomfort as it meant she was no longer alone in the world.

 

To be continued.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

I'm In Love with a Stripper

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I met Thalia at a Gentlemen's club. She was intelligent and could carry-on an intelligent conversation on a wide variety of subjects. (Definitely what I always look for in a woman).

I took her into the VIP room to have a more private conversation and some fun. We definitely had a strong connection/attraction for each other. I told her how much I love to pleasure women; even more than actually getting pleasured myself. As usual she was very surprised and delighted by this. So...

Since all she now had on was her G-string, I asked her to make herself cum by straddling my leg and rubbing her pussy back-and-forth on my leg. (Note that I always wear a loose pair of polyester pants to facilitate the sliding motion).

Thalia started sliding back and forth faster and faste

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r. She told me it wouldn't take her long to cum. I told her to keep her eyes open and to let me know when she was cumming. She said she didn't know if she could keep her eyes open since she had never done that before. I told her that I knew it was difficult to do, but if she could keep her eyes open it makes the whole orgasm that much more erotic and pleasurable.

Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. I could feel her hard little clit as it was sliding on my leg. I could feel her pussy open up and my leg was getting soaking wet from her pussy juice.

Thalia said, "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

I said, "Keep your eyes open baby...keep 'em open...you're so beautiful!"

Thalia's whole body shook violently in an explosive orgasm. She collapsed into me with a hug as she rested her head on my shoulder for a minute or two. Then, she got off of my leg to sit beside me on the sofa.

Thalia said, "Oh my God...feel my legs...they're still shaking". I said, "I know baby. I love that. It confirms you had a really good orgasm".

Since we only had a half hour before our time was up, I asked Thalia to do it again. She quickly agreed.

I don't know how many orgasms Thalia had. I stopped counting after 7. Each orgasm would get more and more intense. I actually was amazed that she could keep her eyes open and look at me during each orgasm! However, during her final orgasm her eyes actually rolled back in her head. I thought she was going to pass out on me!

After her final orgasm she collapsed in my arms. Her arms and back were slick with sweat. The smell of the combination of her female scent mixed with her perfume was wonderful!

The guy in charge of the VIP rooms told us our time was up. We went back to our table in the VIP section, ordered some drinks, continued our conversation and exchanged our phone numbers.

Needless to say, it was a wonderful evening.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have many more stories to share between me and Thalia. If you wish you can email me at: ronin1225@yahoo.com. Let me know if this story helped "get you off". :)

 

The Roommate

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It was late at night and the kids were all asleep. My husband an I lay in bed fondling and kissing when the door opeaned. It was our roomate, she had been having a ruff time and her husband ended up in jail so we said she could stay with us. She asked if she could come in and talk. Of course we allowed her in. She sat done next to me and we started talking, although under the covers my husband was caressing my breast. It wasn't long before I let out a small moan, I was so horny, next thing we new she was crawling between us noticing my husbands clothes were off she stripped also. I still had on a shirt but was soon persuaded out of that. Soon she said that she was stroking his penis and with that I took her breast in my mouth he turned and took her other a
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nd we licked and sucked on them until she was moaning aloud. my hand moved across her heaving stomach and down too her smooth pussy. Parting her lips I could feel how wet she had become I slowly rubbed her sweet pussy as she bigin to grind her hips all the time my husband was sucking and biting her nipple. I slowly inserted my finger into her fuck hole fucking her faster as she began to buck her hips faster and faster. her moaning was louder now and we new she was close to coming we kept up the pace until I felt her juices flood my fingers. She pulled away and turned to me and began kissing me moving down to my nipples, stomach and soon was positioned between my legs. I felt her fingers run over my puss and I moaned loudly my husband soon stuck his tongue in my mouth to muffle the moans as she started licking me. I couldn't contain myself and started fucking her face her tongue running up and down my hard clit. It didn't take long for her to make me have to most mind boggling orgasm. My juices flooding her mouth. She moved back up me kissing every inch of me. Then she turned to my husband and asked him what he would like for her to do, He replied that he wanted her to do whatever she wanted, and she said "I want to ride your big cock" with that she climbed on top of him guiding his throbbing cock into her. She moaned as he entered her considering he is very large. Once she got used to him being inside her she began bouncing up and down. It was so hot watching her ride my husband and I started fingering my pussy as I watched her fuck him. He leaned his head up and started sucking her nipples making her moan louder their bodies slapping together mad me even hotter and soon I was fingering my clit faster and faster and started to cum when she announced she was going to cum on his cock. As the orgasm subsided she climed off and started sucking her juices off his cock, making him moan out loud.  He then told her to sit on my face and he was going to fuck me. She climed ontop of me and I could smell the sweet fragrance of her freshly fucked puss. I snaked my tongue out and lapped up her sweetness. God was she soaked. I soon found her clit and turned my attention to making her flood my face as my husband fucked me all the time telling us how hot we looked with her riding my face. It wasn't long before we were all cumming, she moved back and forth on my face my tongue flicking her clit as fast as I could she was screaming she was cumming as my orgasm peeked and subsided my husband pulled out and shot his hot load all over the both of us she rubbing it in all over her and I, she climbed down from my face and kissed me deeply and my husband moved up for a kiss frome each of us, tasting her pussy from my mouth. We cleaned up give each other kisses and off to sleep. I am sure there is more nights to cum. I hope.

Naruto 3

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Hinata heard him scream because she knew he seen the collar. Hinata why did you put this on me. "So everyone know I own you bitch. Now get over here and take my pants and panties off." Naruto went over to Hinata and took her pants and panties off. She laid down and Naruto started eating her pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. Hinata was moaning as Naruto slide two finger into her pussy and sucking on her clit. Hinata was smiling because she knew Naruto would be hard all day. Hinata was moaning and wrapped her legs around his head. "Oh yes that feels wonderful bitch.' Hinata started moaning as she had her orgasm. She unwrapped her legs and Naruto stood up getting ready to fuck her. "Ok bitch get dressed we need to go to training." Hinata but I ha

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ven't cum yet. Hinata grabbed the belt and started hitting him. "What did I just tell you to do bitch." Naruto started to get dressed. After they were dress and outside they went their different ways, as Hinata was smiling knowing Naruto was hers.

Naruto got to training, when Sakura saw he was wearing a collar."So your Hinata bitch I see Naruto." Shut up Sakura. After training everyone notice Naruto collars. No one would talk to him still. Hinata caught up to him and grabbed his hand. Everyone just gave them a dirty look. No one could believe that the Hyuuga family would allow Hinata to be with Naruto. "Naruto I can't wait until we get back to your place." Hinata said. " Why is that Hinata?' Naruto said. "Because I'm going to fuck your brains out bitch." Hinata said. Naruto was walking with her thinking of how he could switch it where he was in charge instead of Hinata.

When they got back to his place Hinata pushed him onto the bed as she got undressed."Get undress bitch." Hinata said. Naruto starts to get undressed. Hinata pushes Naruto onto the bed, as she bend down and starts sucking on his cock. As Hinata is sucking harder and faster she puts her pussy in his face. Naruto started sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy bring her off as she sucked him hard. Once she was satisfied she got up off of him. Hinata was standing there looking down at him. When she got dress and walked out. Naruto ran after her," why are you leaving Hinata?"Naruto said. "Because I want to leave."Hinata Said." But I only made you cum once. "Naruto said."SO what. "Hinata said. "Normally I make you cum 4 to 5 times before you leave Hinata. "Naruto said."Then say it bitch. " Hinata said.Naruto whisper's "I'm Hinata bitch." Naruto said. "What I can hear you bitch.' Hinata said. He says it a little louder. "You better speak where I can hear you bitch." Hinata said Naruto yells out "I'm Hinata bitch." "That's better."Hinata said. Hinata walked back into Naruto place. Hinata gets undress and lay's on the bed. "Now get over here and fuck me bitch."


Naruto slides is cock into her pussy fucking her harder and faster. "Hinata can you please take this collar off please." Hinata was moaning close to having another orgasm. "No bitch I'm not taking off your collar that marks you as mine so get use to it." Hinata said." yes Hinata I am yours." Naruto said. Hinata started having her second orgasm. When there was a knock at the door. "Get off of me Bitch." Hinata said. Naruto get up and answer the door. "Who is it?" Naruto said. "Open the door bitch," Neji Said.

Naruto let Neji in. "Neji what do you want?" Hinata said. "Your father was wondering why you haven't been home?" Neji said. " I been using my bitch and just been falling asleep over here." Hinata said."Ok I will tell your father, but if he tells me to come back and get you. Your going have to leave and come home." Neji said."Ok Neji bitch will just have to fuck me faster then. Hinata said. Neji started to leave as Naruto got back to fucking Hinata.Hinata was moaning and tell Naruto to fuck her harder and faster. Naruto was slamming his cock into her as hard as he can. After Hinata came three more times. They were laying in bed when there was a knock on the door. "Go answer the door bitch." Hinata said.Naruto open the door and let Neji in."Hinata you need to get dress. We need to get home." Neji said "Ok Neji" Hinata said. Hinata got up and started getting dressed. "Bitch you are not to leave until I get here tomorrow." Hinata said. "Yes Hinata I will stay here until you get here." Naruto said. Hinata and Neji walk out as Naruto lays down in the bed and go to sleep.

Hinata show's up at Naruto's. She walks in and slaps him across the face to wake him up. Naruto wake's up and looks at Hinata."Hinata do you want something?" Naruto said. "Yes there is something I want, but I have to make a decision to make first." Hinata said. " Can I help you with Hinata?" Naruto said. "No you can't Naruto." Hinata said. When Naruto get to his team. Sakura looks at Naruto and said "How do you like being Hinata bitch."What do you mean Sakura I'm not Hinata bitch." Naruto said. " I know you are her bitch Naruto, I talk to her everyday and I know you are wearing a collar saying Hinata bitch is on it." Sakura said. " Ok Sakura I am Hinata's bitch, but this morning she woke me and then left just said she had to think about something." Naruto said. " Do you know what she has to think about Naruto?" Sakura asked. " No I don't Sakura, she told me I couldn't help her with it." Naruto said. " I will go talk to her Naruto." Sakura said. Before Naruto could answer Sakura left to go find Hinata.

Sakura finds Hinata sitting on a bench thinking." Hinata what is wrong?" Sakura asked.
"Why do you asks Sakura?" Hinata asked. "Because I talked to Naruto and he told me you had to make a decision." Sakura said. "Yes I do and I don't know what to do Sakura." Hinata said. "What decision do you have to make Hinata maybe I can help?" Sakura asked. "Well I either have to decide to move in with Naruto or have him move in with me, but I don't want to leave with him yet though." Hinata said. "Hmm that is a hard decision to make, but if you move in with him then you can use him time you want right," Sakura said. "Yeah but then my father would sending Neji over to check up on me every once in awhile." Hinata said. "So you don't know what to do, what would you rather do live at Naruto place or at your father place Hinata?" Sakura asked."Well we will have to go there sooner or later but I would have more freedom at Naruto then I would at home." Hinata said. " Well I say it sounds like you already made up your mind Hinata." Sakura said. " Yea I know but what should I say to Naruto though?" Hinata asked. " Nothing he is yours so he has to live with it." Sakura said. "Thank you Sakura, you helped me out a lot." Hinata said as she ran off to tell her father her decision.

Hinata find her father. "Father I made my decision." Hinata told her father. "What is your decision Hinata?" Her father asked. "I'm going to move in with Naruto for now Father." Hinata said. "Ok Hinata just so you know I will have Neji check up on you every once in awhile, and you both will have to come to have dinner every once in awhile." Her father said. "Yes Father I understand." Hinata said. They start packing up her stuff to take it over to Naruto's. After they get everything packed they take it over to Naruto's. Hinata starts to unpack and her father leaves to go back home. Naruto hadn't seen Hinata all day he was wondering where she was at? He went home and saw that his place look different. Then he saw Hinata come out of the bathroom. "Hinata what is going on?" Naruto asked. "I moved in with you Naruto now I don't have to go home, because I live with you now." Hinata said. Naruto just stood there thinking.

"What are you thinking about Naruto?" Hinata asked."I wasn't planning on living with anyone right now Hinata." Naruto said. "Well I didn't ask what you wanted bitch, this was what I wanted. My choose's were either move in here or you move in with me, so I choose here." Hinata said. " Ok Hinata." Naruto said. He started to get undressed as he stared at Hinata. After he was naked Hinata sat down on the bed and spread her legs wide open. Naruto drop to his knees and crawled over to her and start sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. He started sucking her clit as he slide two fingers into her pussy then she started having her orgasm. Hinata was sitting there looking down at Naruto, when she lay down and waited for Naruto to start fucking her.

Naruto got up and slide his cock into her pussy as he started fucking her harder and faster. "Oh god yes thats it fuck me harder bitch." Hinata said. Naruto was fucking her as hard as he could. When Hinata started having her second orgasm and Naruto was still fucking her. When Hinata told him. "Bitch get the fuck off of me and got to sleep."




A Night We'll Never Forget

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A Night We'll Never Forget-Our Introductory Adventure Into Group Sex

My name is Steven. My wife Jennifer and I have been together for several years. Jen is 5 years younger than me, and at age 29 is even more beautiful to me than when I first met her when she was about 19. As for descriptions, I am about 6'1", a muscular 190 pounds with brown hair and eyes. She is about 5' 7'', with the face of an angel. She has green eyes and thick curly blond hair that goes down to her shoulders. She is maybe 5-10 pounds overweight, but that only makes her softer and curvier, and overall, simply more voluptuous and sexy. Sh

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e is one of those women who, were it not for the fact that she seems totally devoted to me, could make my life living hell because everywhere we go, every man with half a dick seems to want to fuck her. But, she acts as if she doesn't even notice so I guess that reassures me.

Anyway, her best friend's name is Stacy and they have known each other since grade school so they're really comfortable with each other, although they've never done anything sexual together. I had met Stacy a few times, but never hung out with her, although she and Jennifer would occasionally get together when I was at work or something. It wasn't until Stacy got married to Chris though, that we all started hanging out together. A couple of times a month we would all go out to dinner together or go shoot pool. Sometimes we'd just hang out at home and listen to music and drink beer or make margaritas. Now, let me describe Stacy. She is one hot, little babe-----"little" meaning about 5' tall, and she couldn't weigh more than about 90 pounds. But those pounds are packed into a tight, perfectly proportionate little body that she's always pouring into some tight-ass jeans and cowboy boots. She fancies herself a cowgirl and loves showing off that beautiful little body of hers, teasing all the cowboys at the kicker bars. Her beautiful long blond hair and deep, blue eyes complete the picture. Before Stacy got married, she was quite the little slut too, fucking just about everybody and their brother from what I heard. In fact, sometimes back in those days, when Jennifer and I would party alone and occasionally get a little tipsy, we would sometimes fantasize about inviting Stacy for a threesome, but it never went any farther than that. Besides, Stacy had now become the good little housewife since she had married Chris, and it seemed as if her wild days were behind her. Or were they?

The more we hung out with Stacy and Chris----who by the way is a lean, muscular dark-haired 6' 180lbs construction foreman, okay-looking but whose personality is what I think makes him appealing to women----------the more comfortable we became with them. After we'd all get a couple of drinks in us, we would frequently make sexual innuendoes or talk about "fucking in the same bed". But we never took it any farther. However, Chris seemed to develop a particular fascination with my wife, especially her breasts, which he would occasionally get a glimpse of when she would flash them just to get him to shut up, as he was always asking her to let him see them. It didn't bother Stacy or me so I thought "what the hell?" Also, he would frequently get Jennifer to talk about dick-sucking, because she was always bragging about how good she was at it and how she loved to swallow my cum. I loved it because she WAS good at it, and I knew that Stacy didn't like to suck dick, and in fact refused to swallow cum. So it really turned me on to watch Chris listen to Jennifer talk about something that I knew he was dearly missing and wanting. Also, Jennifer had told me before that although she had sucked numerous guys' dicks in the past, I was only the second guy she cared enough about to swallow their cum. Knowing this made me enjoy even more listening to Jen tell Chris what a special gift it was that I was getting and he was not.

Now, back when Jennifer and I discussed the possibility of a threesome with Stacy, I felt it was only fair to let her know that I didn't have a double standard. I told her then that if she was willing to let me fuck another woman, I was willing to let her fuck another man. I thought that was only fair. To my relief, though, she always said that there was no way she could do anything like that. After Chris began his innocent flirting with my wife, though, I noticed I began to think more and more about watching Jen getting fucked by him. Or seeing her suck him off. And to my surprise, I would actually be turned on by these thoughts. Sometimes, when we were alone, Jen and I would occasionally talk about the possibility of doing something with Stacy and Chris sexually. Jen would say that she might be able to "fool around" with Chris, but didn't think she could fuck him.

I would ask Jennifer, "If you sucked him, would you let him come in your mouth?"

"Oh my God, no way, are you kidding?" she would answer. "Would you want me to?"

"Well, in some ways I think it would turn me on to watch him do something that I know feels so good, and that I know he only dreams about. Something that he never gets at home, and that he would never get again."

"Besides," I continued. "I think I would love to see the look on Stacy's face if he did come in your mouth, with her knowing that's what he dreams about, but that she's not willing to give him."

But, Jennifer always had a look on her face that said "No way", and she'd change the subject.

Well, after a couple of years of us all talking around the subject, but nothing ever happening, I finally became resigned to the fact that it was never going to happen. Besides, I had always assumed that if the four of us were ever going to do anything together, it would be during one of those nights when we were all drinking or something, but lately we had even been doing that less and less.

One night I thought something might happen, though, when we were all drinking and playing party games, and the talk seemed to get a little more intense than usual. But again, nothing happened. They crashed at our place, and nothing was ever said about it by the time they left, late that next afternoon. The plan was for them to go to go home, shower, and eat, while we did the same, and then they were to come back over that night and just chill out with us.

Well, by the time Stacy and Chris made it back over, we'd all definitely sobered up, so the last thing I thought was going to happen was any group sexual activity. Boy, was I wrong! No sooner had they come back over than the talk again turned to sex. And Stacy, a lot bolder than usual, said "Jennifer, why don't you show us how good you are at sucking Steven's dick, like you're always bragging about?"

"OK", Jen said.

I couldn't believe it. Well, here it was, the moment of truth. If anything was going to happen, now was the time. Of course, this meant I would be the first and only one getting naked, at least for the time being. But, as the line in the movie says, "Sometimes you just have to say 'What the Fuck'?" So I got naked and sat down on the couch, and Jen stripped down to her panties and bra and began sucking my cock. Stacy said to me "Wow Steven, your dick is a lot bigger than I had thought." It was a compliment, but it made me wonder why the fuck she thought I wouldn't have a big dick. Did she think I'd have a small dick? Had she thought about my dick a lot? But, needless to say, these were only fleeting thoughts, as I quickly went back to watching Jen's beautiful blond head going up and down as her mouth devoured my cock.

I think Stacy and Chris kind of felt awkward just standing there watching us, so they quickly went and got our camcorder, and took turns filming Jen sucking my dick, all the while saying how turned on they were getting. Finally, they stripped naked and got on the floor of our den, and Chris began eating Stacy's pussy, while she moaned away in ecstasy. Now it was our turn to watch. We stopped what we were doing, Jen got naked, and we both sat down on the floor and watched them for a while. After a little bit, Jen looked over at me with a mischievous grin and nodded in the direction of Stacy and Chris. She gave me a little wink, and began slowly crawling over towards them. I followed right behind her as she kind of nudged a surprised Chris out of the way, and I watched as she began to eat her best friend's pussy. Meanwhile, Stacy's moans must have at least tripled when she realized who was now eating her pussy. Chris moved to his wife's side and began sucking on her nipple on that side while I took a place on her other side, across from him.

Another moment of truth, I thought, as I was a little worried Chris might get mad if I began sucking on his wife's breast. He had always struck me as the somewhat jealous and possessive type, and I think that was the main reason I never engaged in the amount of sexual talk with Stacy that he did with Jen. But, my fears were soon put to rest. I threw caution to the wind and began sucking on the hard, erect nipple of Stacy's impossibly full breast, only to look across at Chris whose own mouth was full of tit. It looked as if he was trying to stifle a shit-eating grin that I could easily read in his eyes. At this point I realized he must have been as turned on by the thought of me fucking his wife, as I was by the thought of him fucking my wife! Now it was on!

Next, Jen sort of sat up to take a breather and Chris and I both stopped and just knelt there for a moment. Then, Stacy took the opportunity and pushed her husband in the direction of my wife, and said "Jennifer, why don't you suck Chris's cock now?" The next thing I knew, Chris had stood up and inserted his own big swollen dick into my kneeling wife's hungry mouth. To my surprise, Jen started sucking on it like a starved puppy dog. Well, in that case, I thought to myself, it's time for Stacy to get a little lesson in cock sucking, herself. So, without a word, I stood up and moved her into a kneeling position. I placed my enormously swollen prick into her waiting mouth. The way she started enthusiastically slobbering all over my dick made me realize it wasn't that she didn't like sucking cock, but for some reason she didn't like sucking Chris’s cock-------probably because he was always pestering her to.

After a while, Jen and Chris moved to the floor and he began to eat her pussy and I moved in between Stacy's legs and began to go down on her. She was sopping wet and was grabbing my hair and pulling it, thrusting my face into her pelvis. Finally, in what could best be described as subdued screams, she cried "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" as she came several times over the next few minutes. Meanwhile, although I was focused on Stacy and me, I could hear from my wife's moans that things were going well with her and Chris, too.

After another few moments, Stacy moaned in a whisper "I need your big dick inside of me Steven. Pleeaaase fuck me."

Another moment of truth. This would definitely take things to another level. I had no idea how Chris and Jen would feel about this. So, I figured I would slowly move towards getting on top of Stacy, and if anyone objected, I would stop before entering her.

Needless to say, there were no objections.

Stacy gasped as I slowly eased my hard throbbing prick into her soaking-wet snatch. 'Splash'!  Chris and Jen kind of stopped what they were doing to watch me pounding away at Stacy. She had wrapped her tiny little legs around me and was arching her back, raising her butt way off the floor so she could grind her pelvic bone into mine. It took all I had not only to refrain from checking the expression on Chris's face-----which I badly wanted to do------but to keep from shooting my load deep inside Stacy's unbelievably hot pussy. She was really turning me on with her moans of "ohhhhh shit, yes" and "mmmmm goddamn, fuck that feels good", etc… but I didn't want to cum yet because I had other things in mind. By this time, I noticed Chris had started fucking the shit out of my wife. For a while, the whole scene of my wife being fucked by another man totally mesmerized me; seeing the joy on Chris's face and knowing what he was feeling; watching the absolute exhilaration on my wife's face as she enjoyed how liberating the purely physical pleasure of no-strings-attached, uninhibited sex could feel.

Soon however I became focused again on Stacy and me. After she came a couple of more times, I whispered in her ear "I want Chris to watch me come in your mouth". I wasn't sure how this would play out, but somewhat to my surprise Stacy looked in my eyes and gave me a devilish grin while nodding her head "Yes".

"I would love that", she whispered in my ear, "…whenever you're ready."

"Okay", I whispered, "get on your knees." With that, I pulled my dick out of her pussy and stood up in front of her while she did as she was told.

"Hey guys," I said to Chris and Jen, who'd kind of slowed down to see what we were doing, "…watch this."  And with that, Stacy began sucking on my enormously engorged cock again. It only took a few moments before I'd reached that point of no return. I swear it felt as if an overflowing hot-cum volcano was about to erupt from deep inside my balls.

"Stacy, open your mouth" I said, and again like a good little girl she did as she was told. I pulled my dick out slightly, because I wanted Chris and Jen to get a really good view. And with that, I began gushing out one of the hugest, thickest, nastiest loads of cum I ever have, into Stacy's beautiful gaping mouth, with Stacy moaning softly in pleasure all the while. Damn, that load would have made Peter North proud. And unbelievably, Stacy gulped it all down without spilling a drop! Seemingly unsatisfied, she licked her lips and began slurping on my cock some more, trying to squeeze out every last drop, like she just couldn't drink enough sperm. I don't know if she was really that into it, or just trying to put on a show for Chris and Jen, but at that point I really didn't care. I glanced at Chris and Jen with a big satisfied smile on my face, and tried to read their expressions but couldn't. Jen was really turned on I think, but also maybe disappointed to see someone give me what she prided herself at being the best at giving me. Chris was definitely turned on, but I think certainly envious at seeing his wife suck me like he's never been sucked by her before.

Stacy and I sort of cuddled together and watched as Chris resumed fucking my wife. After Jen came a few times, she and Chris kind of imitated what Stacy and I had done. She knelt in front of Chris, who was standing in front of her with his immensely swollen prick, and she began sucking him off. I couldn't believe it. Was my fantasy of watching her not only suck another man, but seeing her swallow all of his cum, finally about to come true? Well, I soon had my answer. No sooner did I wonder this, than Chris moaned "Oh fuck I think I'm going to come." He was grabbing her hair with both hands and gently forcing her head back and forth on his cock, something I knew always drove Jen wild, and I could plainly see in her eyes that this time was no different. She sort of glanced over at me as if to say, "Is it okay?" I gave her a little, imperceptible nod and a grin and she began sucking his cock off for all she was worth.

"Ahhhhhhh, I'm coming!" Chris cried as he began to jerk and spasm into Jen's mouth. Unlike me, he didn't take his dick out of Jen's mouth so that Stacy and I could see. But I knew he must have been blasting a huge load into Jen's mouth as well, because Jen's cheeks seemed to start bulging slightly at the sides, and I saw a couple of tiny drops of overflowing cum trickle out the corner of her mouth. She had to take two big gulps but she swallowed all of his load. And she continued to suck Chris's cock, trying as hard as she could to drain him dry. Seeing the look of sheer joy and satisfaction on Chris's face was worth any pangs of jealousy I might have felt. And Stacy seemed pleased, too, that Chris's fantasy had finally come true. I could tell that Jennifer had loved every minute of it as well, which I think made me a little uneasy. Had I made a mistake in pushing her into this group thing?

Anyway, after a while, we all cuddled up together. We talked about how much fun we had, all of us fucking together, and how good it had felt, etc… I couldn't help but feel though, that there was a little underlying nervous tension. We all must have been a little apprehensive now; wondering how our relationship would be affected in the future by what happened that night. I smiled to myself as I thought, "I can't wait to find out."

The Bigamist, Chapter 1, Anna

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                       The Bigamist, Chapter 1, Anna

 

                                             By Dick Inkum

 

      I was a thirty year old single guy with a moderate amount of disposable income wh
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en I decided to become a bigamist. It’s all business, but what a business!

 

     I conversed with a certain madam who operates an escort service and whose services I had used repeatedly. I asked her for a cut of the proceeds for bringing a girl or two from Eastern Europe to work for her. Of course, I would be paying for their food, lodging, and transportation so my share would be substantial and I wanted it secured by the madam. We reached an agreement whereby the girls would be indentured, but not without some pay until I was reimbursed for my initial expenses and then I would draw a reduced amount from their labors.

 

    It happened that I had a contact in one of the countries of interest. Max spoke several languages and knew how to operate in those societies. He thought I was crazy, but since I’d pay him to find and fuck the girls, he’d do it.

 

     This was shortly after the eastern political disintegration and the sex trade hadn’t begun its recent flourishing. A marriage market was beginning however and most marriages were for security and opportunity, not love. Strip clubs were opening and they lured many girls from the villages as did legal or tolerated prostitution.

 

     For his fee, Max would introduce me to his best prospect, walk us through the marriage arrangements and passport and visa work. All I had to do was present a wad of cash to Max, the girl, a few government types and the airlines. Max also expected to fuck each girl he presented.

 

     “I’ll test-drive them” he declared.

 

     Max only got substantial cash from me for the final deal, but a little up front money took care of his preliminaries.

 

     In a week, he had a girl for me to “interview”. She expected to be paid whether I took her or not.

 

     Max arrived at my hotel room with Anna. She was twenty-three, about five-four, nicely shaped and with light brown hair. She had a ready smile and was prepared to be quite friendly to me.

 

     I had Max assist in translating and discussing all of the terms of the deal. When Anna reiterated her agreement, Max went off to the hotel bar and I told Anna to undress. She was not shy about it and showed off well formed tits of agreeable size, a shaved cunt, and nice legs and ass.

 

    I stood, embraced and kissed Anna, gave her a few squeezes on her interesting parts and told her to drop my shorts. She knew what to do. Max had coached her well.

 

    Anna was on her knees using her tongue and filling her mouth with enthusiasm. After a minute or two of sucking she looked at me with a smile and asked “more suck or fuck now?” Twice it was more suck before fuck now.

 

     “Like big fuck!” she said as I mounted her. She got one, thanks to a bit of chemical assistance. She gave me a good ride and showed a lusty appetite for hard cock. I spent most of the time on top of her, but put her on top for a while. She bounced enthusiastically.

 

    I was close to coming and moved her off and on to her side. I got over her lower leg and fucked her sideways as I shot my load.

 

    “Very nice, yes?” she asked as I withdrew.

 

    “Very nice, yes” I replied, “suck now”.

 

      After her cum-licking and appreciation sucking I pulled her up to play.

 

     “We do more?” she asked.
  
     “Yes” I said, “here” and put a finger to her asshole.

 

     “Mmm. Don’t like so much, but OK” she replied.

 

      I got up for the lubricant and directed Anna to all fours so I could apply the goo. I gave her butt some kisses and affectionate pats and dabbed some lube on her little star. She giggled as I gave her some rubbing. I then dispensed a good gob of the stuff and slowly pushed it in her asshole. She squealed a bit as my finger pushed in, but she didn’t resist. I began finger-fucking her asshole, first with one then two fingers. She gasped some, but responded with butt motion and her hand on her pussy.

 

     “Like that?” I inquired. Her oohs and aaahs were assuring.

 

      “Suck now” I ordered.

 

     I got on the bed in a position to receive her attentions and continue my own. Her sucking soon had my cock revived and I could sense that hard on would be strong and I intended to give her an ass fuck to remember.

 

     I had her put a condom on me and moved into position. I kept her on all fours because I intended to use all the leverage possible to furiously pump her ass.

 

    I shoved enough dick in her to lodge securely. She gasped some and I paused.

 

    “OK?” I asked.

 

    “OK” she answered.

 

     I began my strokes. Anna squealed some but didn’t resist my deepening plunges. I picked up speed. That got a vocal reaction and her hand on her pussy began working faster.
 
     We were soon in synch as her push came to my shove. God! I’d never fucked a girl’s ass and kept a hard on as long as I did with Anna. She wasn’t loose and I certainly wasn’t diffident about the exercise. I just had a strong cock enjoying its work.

 

    “You come now soon, OK” she implored at length.

 

    “Pretty soon” I replied though I had no idea when. As it turned out it was pretty soon and I bellowed like a bull when I shot my load.

 

    “Goddam! Big fuck! Oh, my ass!” she exclaimed as I withdrew my spent dick.  I rolled over on the bed.

 

    “You want me suck, yes?” she asked.

 

     “Suck yes” I moaned.

 

     Anna disposed of the condom and got to work. She licked and sucked several minutes before she spoke again.

 

     “I go with you, but you not fuck my ass all the time, OK? I give good cunt all the time” she declared.

 

      I inquired if once or twice a week anally would be acceptable. She thought it would. Of course she didn’t calculate the number of customers who would want it.

 

   “I sleep with you tonight, OK?” she asked. I thought that would be OK too. I’d have to go down to the bar and inform Max of that.

 

     Max was only moderately tipsy when I found him. He was glad I had a good time and regretted that I wouldn’t pay him to fuck more girls this trip. He was glad to get his full pay.

 

     In the remaining part of the day, Max scheduled our civil ceremony, I made the plane reservations and all was in readiness except Anna’s last minute packing.

 

     She returned that night and we went over the check list and all seemed in order.

 

     As a previous customer of my escort service owner, I knew what she expected so I had Anna do some role playing in the mode I knew would be desired. We went through the whole experience from entry to money collection, fucking and departure.

 

    Anna knew she was the first in an expected group of my “wives” though I didn’t know how long it would be before I added to my harem. I told her that for at least six months, she’d be my only wife.

 

    I said farewell to Max, told him my projected timetable and boarded the plane.

 

     We arrived back at my home and Anna was delighted with the house and fascinated by the appliances. I had already decided how I could accommodate more residents, but for now, Anna would be very much the homemaker-whore.

 

     The owner of the escort service was delighted with her and started working her at least four engagements a week. At that rate, I would recoup my expenses in four months and begin to show a profit, not top mention keeping my cock well exercised.

 

    When Anna wanted to get me horny, she’d tell me of her experiences with physical reenactments with her vibrator. She was now an even more avid cocksucker and I seldom left for work in the morning without a blow job to start the day. What would doubling or tripling this experience be like? I couldn’t wait to find out.

 

                             To Be Continued  

Shy Wife

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Melissa has been my wife since she was a teen. She is a tall slim very pretty blonde, with a great ass and long legs. About 6 months ago, while fucking, I began telling her what it would be like for her to have a dick in her pussy while sucking mine. About 30 seconds of me painting the "picture". she would have an explosive orgasim, which, in turn, would make me cum, too. This would happen every time, but, she claimed it was just by chance. However, a couple weeks ago, she finally admitted the idea turn her on, but, she could never actually do it.

Last night we were at the Battlefield Mall in Springfield. Melissa was trying on tops and skirts at the Hollister store, and it was about closing time, and I noticed the manager was really looking her up and down. He was in his

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early twenties, probably 5 or 6 years younger than Melissa.

The dressing rooms in the store are in the back, but, have doors that go down to about your knees. You can see from the feet to the knees. The manager told us he had to lock front door, but, to take our time. When he came back to where I was standing, a skirt dropped around Melissa's ankles, and , it kinda turned me on knowing she was just a few feet away from me and the young man without a skirt on, and I knew she had to know we were watching.

I whispered to him if he thought she was hot. He shook his head "yes", and I asked him if he wiuld like to fuck her. He again shook his head up and down.

I told Melissa we were watching, and she was turning us on. She said something about us being silly. I told her I had something I really wanted her to try on. I left the guy standing there and went over to a table that held thong panties. I grabbed a pair, took them to her dressing stall. I told her to open the door, and she told me to just hand them under the door. when she saw what I handed her, a pair of white lace thong panties, she asked if we really wanted her to try them on. We both said "yes". We watched her slip her feet into them, and could tell that she was pulling them up to her butt. I told her to shut her eyes. I said I had a big surprise for her.

I whispered to the boy to go into the dressing room, and fuck her. He walked thru the swinging door. I told her she could open her eyes, and she told me that they were already "wide" open.  Through the door, I told him to kiss her on the neck. I could see her bare feet facing his feet, and it was very quiet. Then, I watched as a pair of white thong panties fell to her ankles. She made a low moaning sound, and I knew he was touching her pussy. Then...her t-top fell to the floor, and I knew she was totally naked. I watched as her feet turned toward the mirror. His pants hit the floor, and I knew his dick was touching her butt. I became hard as a rock.

She shifted forward, and I knew that naked butt was up against his dick. She made a sound I had never heard before, and I could hear him begining to fuck her,. The way her legs and feet moved, I knew she was fucking him back.

He began to fuck her really fast, and she told him not to cum inside. I watched her legs and feet turn back toward him. I saw her knees on the floor, and could hear the sucking sounds as she gave him a blow job. He announced that he was going to cum. She told him to cum in her mouth. He began cumming, and she made a loud muffled throaty sound, and i knew she was cumming, too.

I opened the door just as she was licking the last drop of cum from the head of his dick. With Melissa's permission, I asked him to go home with us. We fucked her for 5 hours. She must have came 10 times. After he left, she admitted that she loved it and was ready to do it again and again and again. I think I have helped create a cumming fuck lover..and i'm glad.

You may know Melissa if you live in Missouri near Springfield, and you may get lucky.