"Holy Shit," screamed Charlie Dix as Annie Cummings bobbed her head up & down on his nine inch love tool. Her cute red pigtails jiggled each time his head slid into hers. At this moment the blowjob she was administering grew wet and sloppy, her saliva coating his dick, dribbling from her chin in tendrils down to her firm, round 36G tits. "Oh yeah, Annie Suck that cock!"
"Mmmmphh," is all she could muster in response. With nine inches of dick in her mouth, who could talk? It's hard to believe that only moments before, Charlie was introducing himself to his new neighbor. Now, was he ever getting a housewarming gift Annie cupped his balls
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tight as she released her vice-grip on his shaft, continuing to lick it like a lollypop from tip to trunk. Annie Cummings loved dick, especially big ones, and knew how to make them feel good no matter where they went, either in her tight pussy, between her massive 36G breasts, or in this case inside of her mouth. She simultaneously stroked the base her new neighbor's 9 inch penis and bobbed her head just half way down it's length, taking it's mushroom crown and foreskin down her gullet in short swishes. Annie loved the feeling of a man cock between her lips, rock hard but super smooth, especially at the tip. With his cock still inserted into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around Mr. Dix's dick-head, and even managed to lick his balls while the majority of his penis remained in her vacuum-lipped grip, like a certain pornstar she enjoyed watching suck cock. Her tongue traveled from the front of his scrotum up the underside of his dick, her lips releasing themselves from him as she came up for air before gobbling his pecker right up once more.
"Man, oh man, are you specially trained to suck cock so fucking good, Annie?" Charlie asks.
"No, it takes many years of hands-on experience to get this good, baby. Or should I say...lips-on!,"she cooed, gazing affectionately at the glistening, throbbing phallus before her. "Oh yeah... This big fucking weiner tastes so fucking good Now my pussy's getting hungry for it!"
"Well we can't let it go hungry, now can we?" Charlie smiled in reply. With that, Annie gave one last kiss to the tip of his dick, before she stood on her glorious gams. Her tight toned 36-24- 36 form had a slightly pinkish hue to it, the subtle tint of melanin that comes from being a natural redhead. Her emerald green eyes stared at Charlie who was now stroking his 9 incher as she slowly but sexily pulled down her green tube top, her big boobies literally sprouting from their confines. She shook them as she slinked forward to pull down the high rising daisy dukes that wedge between her ample buttocks like a thong, stepping out of them one 6 inch hell after another. Herself now as naked as her neighbor, she re- approached Charlie who instantly-like most guys did- began to fondle and caress her ta-tas. Kneading the basketball sized bazooms, he took turns licking and nibbling at Annie's pert, pink nipples, making them hard and oh so sensitive.
"That's it baby, lick those girls," Annie moaned. "Thelma and Louise love it!"
"Thelma and Louise?" Charlie asked, raising his head from the massive rack it was enveloped in.
"Yeah!" Annie replied, lifting her left, then her right boob, "Thelma...and Louise!" With a somewhat puzzled look on his face, Charlie shrugged his shoulders then went right back to 36G cup "girls", nibbling at Thelma's nipple, flicking his tongue at her tip while pinching Louise's. Annie arched her back to offer them to him more. Her tits were super sensitive, to the point that with the right amount of titplay or a good titfucking she could come over and over again. The "girls" were Annie's biggest asset, the objects of desire for many a man. Despite the fact that she prided her full voluptuous form as being a temple of wanton lust, she couldn't deny the fact that it was her melons that brought the boys to the yard. She loved the attention they got, not only from guys ogling over them on the street, but the attention many of them gave Thelma & Louise in the sack, or wherever else she was getting laid. As the sensations tingled the lips of her pussy, she suddenly felt a new sensation as Charlie's right hand made it's way down to her clit. Using his long, meaty fingers he rubbed her nub, and Annie responded by grinding her hips to intensify the masturbation she was recieving from her studly new neighbor. Annie's pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and Charlie could feel her honeydew trickling onto his fingers.
"Yeah, Chucky...that's a good boy. Rub that nub real good, get me nice and wet..." she moaned.
"I think it's ready," he smiled.
"Kitty is always ready, sweetie!" Annie replied.
"Uh...Kitty?"
"Yes, as in pussy, silly!" she giggled as she turned around to lean on the table in Charlie's hallway, hiking her plump, onion shaped bottom up for him to see, the underside of her "Kitty" forming a moist little diamond shape between her fleshy but firm asscheeks. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me!"
Needing no further instruction, Charlie Dix slid his dick into Annie warm, wet womb. She sighed a sweet groan of pleasure as the girth of his shaft parted her inner walls, penetrating her pussy slow and deep.
"Oh my fucking goodness! That fucker's so deep in there!" she moaned. "Kitty loves being fed big sausages! My day is just not complete without a big fucking dick in my nice tight hole!" Charlie began to rhythmically thrust into her doggystyle, his hefty, hanging scrotum spanking her clit each time re-inserted his 9-incher into her accommodating pussy.
"Oh man!" Charlie smiled as his massive cock plunged deep into the screaming redhead. "The rent here might be a little high, but it's worth every cent!"
"Just look at all the benefits you get, Chucky," Annie giggled, "ass...titties...and kitty! Hee hee!" Charlie's hands were draped around Annie's waist as he continued his nonstop humping of her love-chamber. Sweat beading from his brow, little droplets fell to the sexy floral tattoo stretched around the small of her back, just above her hips. His thrusts grew more intense as the hallway filled with the sound of their moans and giggles of enjoyment, but not rough. With a smile on his face, he was clearly in "happy fuck" mode. Annie with her hands grasping the edges of the table, contracted the muscles of her pussy to milk Charlie Dix's dick, intensifying the sensations for both of them.
"How do you like the accommodations, Mr.Dix?" she asked playfully, her huge honkers bobbing and bucking about-her whole body for that matter-slapping against Charlie's athletic torso. Annie simply stood there and took every inch and every thrust, enjoying the throbbing cock punching into her wet snatch while Charlie did most of the work.
"Better than the fucking Taj Mahal!"
"Well..I hope you've been saving a big sticky load for me, baby," Annie mutters between breaths, "because Thelma & Louise needs a hot cum bath!"
"This is a dream come true..." Charlie moans, "damn, you pussy feels so good, like my dick was made to be fucking it!" By now, Charlie was beginning to lose the control over his "motion in the ocean", and soon was practically tip-toed as he rammed and reamed Annie's vaginal cavity with hard, deep strokes. As he looked down, he could see Annie's "apple bottom" rolling and rippling up and down with each thrust of his meaty member, glistening in the bright hallway light thanks to the wetness trickling profusely from Annie's honeypot. Her slightly muscular back also was glistening from the sweat dripping from his body as well that she was producing herself from the prodigious pounding she was recieving. The sound and feel of that wonderful booty flesh on his skin, slapping against him and the warm, wet milking his cock was receiving inside of her well-fucked pussy was starting to push him to the point of eruption.
"Your such a good fucking fuck, Chuck. Oh fucking fudge packers, I'm gonna come all over that fat frickin' fucker!" Annie whole body tensed up as it felt like a jolt of electricity shot from her pussy to the tip of her nose and back down. She let out a loud cry of absolute ecstacy as her orgasm tingled her tight bod from head to toe. Grabbing the table edges even tighter, she herself began to thrust her bountiful bottom against Charlie's pelvis to take him deeper and deeper. Still in the throes of her own orgasmic delight, she wanted to make her neighbor come as hard and as intense as she did. She so wanted to feel and taste the fruit of his loins that she bucked almost violently into his shaft. "I'm gonna make that fucking dick squirt, motherfucker! I want you to shoot that fucking load! C'mon! C'mon! Go! Go! Go!"
"Oh shit, Annie! I'm gonna fucking explode!!!" he screams.
"I want it all over my tits, my face, my hair...squirt that man-goo all over me, baby!" Charlie pulled his dick out of her, and as she turned back to face him and knelt down in front of his soon to be active volcano, she offered up her buxom busom as he wanked off his dripping wet with pussy juice dick.
"Oh fuck, here it comes..." Charlie moaned, and with a primal scream, out gushed a geyser of his baby paste- hot, thick and messy- all over Annie's tits. His dick continued to unload like a lotion dispenser, glazing her tits like fresh donuts, spraying her face as she licked it all up. A few squirts even traveled up to her open, waiting mouth, and she swallowed them like water. As the last contraction of his love muscle subsided, Charlie gazed in wonder at the uber-hot piece of action in front of him knelt down in a literal pool of cum as she giggled while rubbing it over her huge tits, licking remnants of it from her lips like leftover barbecue sauce. Cum was even still dripping from his own cock as well as her tits, dollops falling to the carpeted floor.
"Wow, baby!" Annie smiled as she played with herself. "That was some load. You must not have fucked in ages."
"Yeah, it's been a while..." he gasped.
"Well, that's not gonna be a problem anymore, Chucky! So long as you're my neighbor, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" She reached out her dainty, soft hand and wrapped it around Charlie's slightly softened shaft, stroking it gently. "Hmmm, you still have some life in you, huh? Mmmmmmm..."
She began to lick at Charlie's mushroom head and peehole, cleaning his penis of all remnants of cum. Smacking her lips, she licked her cum-covered digits clean as well.
"Wow, you are one cock hungry, cum guzzling slut, aren't you!?" Charlie smiled.
"Bet your sweet ass, bitch!" she giggled. "Speaking of hungry...oh shit! The cookies I made for you are probably cold by now! Dammit!" Annie looked to the kitchen and frowned at the plate of once piping hot chocolate chip cookies on the table now still plainly there. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing swell in her hand and turned back to she Charlie's dick back at full mast.
"Then again... I've got a cream filled eclair right here, tee hee..."she laughed as she began to stroke Charlie's resurrected erection, as she caressed the soft fold of her "kitty" with her free hand, "and I've got some thing a lot sweeter for you to eat right here! Let's hit the showers!"
With that, the cum covered, ravishing, ravenous redhead lead her new play-pal by his 9-inch phallus into his bathroom, where they'd clean up, and soon, get dirty all over again.
Hi! I am Suhail.Before shifting to America I have been working in an office which has equal number of females as males. Most girls are from middle-class backgrounds, with a lot of "moralistic" shit ingrained into them. But, one girl, Sara stands apart. She is pretty, slim (perhaps extra slim, except at places that matter), 5'3" tall without heels, and has bazookas that defy gravity.
It all started innocently, with both of us going for an appointment in another office around lunch time. As usual, the meeting lasted a few hours and both of us were hungry. On reaching the car, I suggested to Sara that we should have a snack at one of the Fast-food joints like Wimpys, MacDonalds or KFC nearby. Since she was not interested in burgers, we opted for KFC and ordered spicy-crispy chicken. Soon the conversation veered to life in college, boyfriends, etc. Sara told me that she has a lot of male friends - all in computer hardware, but, none of them can be called boyfriends. This was expected from an Indian girl belonging to the middle-class, who waits till her parents select a suitable boy and then marry her off to a life she can do nothing about - happy or unhappy - the latter state being a result of either an indifferent husband or pestering in-laws.
She told me that her father had expired about two years back, and she was the eldest. Her household was dependent on her for expenses and she had a mother and two brothers. While she was not particularly concerned about her place in life and the responsibilities thrust on her, her brothers were a cause for concern, since both of them had dropped out from school and were doing practically nothing, except spending time with their friends - a set of nogoodniks. So, marriage was one thing far away from her mind, more so because of the fact that while she may not consider her life at home even remotely similar to her dreams and aspirations, but, she dreaded the thought of getting married and being controlled by her husband and his family, who may or may not love her. She wanted love, and not just being a receptacle for her husband's lust or a factory for producing his clones.
Sara, I found, even at the sweet age of 25, was intelligent and perceptive. As the discussion progressed, we found ourselves talking about subjects on the fringes of sex. For example, she said that she dressed conservatively because she had big boobs (she called them "choochees"), and travelling in buses meant attracting as little attention as possible to her obvious assets. She also informed me that she wore tight bras, since her choochees had a bounce to them when she walked. I noticed that while she was talking, she had moved her shoulders back and was displaying her obvious milky assets in their covers. Her nipples were peaked and combined with her cupid's bow lips eating the chicken drumstick by inserting it in her mouth, I could not help getting a hard-on. I told her so and she gave me a shy, coy smile - of a girl obviously pleased to turn-on a man. She added that she was very attracted to me, but, I was out-of-bounds, since I was her collegue and boos. Anyway, while talking, the time flew so fast that we realised that it was evening, and she had to go back home. Since neither of us wanted to part immediately, I offered to drop her near her house. She sat in the car in the front seat, while I started driving. While driving, I saw her stealing glaces at my crotch, and I on the other hand, was very beholden by her beautiful mammaries which were jutting out, the nipples trying to bore a hole through her bra and shirt. She was crossing and uncrossing her long and slim legs, looking like an epitome of sexiness. Nothing happened, but, after having enjoyed each others' company so much, we decided to try and meet more often, outside the office. She was of course paranoid about someone seeing us together, so we decided that we will go for long drives when ever we managed to go out.
Soon, we started going out - driving out of the city in the evenings to the outskirts, talking about each other, our families, our problems and most important - our desires. She was a virgin and had heard a lot about sex, but, was inexperienced due to the strait-laced society that all middle-class homes belong to. Although I was attracted to her immensely and wanted desperately to fondle her beautiful boobs, kiss her passionately, caress her long shapely legs - and get into her panties as soon as possible, noting her inhibitions, I decided to take it slow. Otherwise too, sex and love, to me are emotions which are best satisfied if both the participants are equally involved. I wanted her at fever pitch and knew that neither the office, nor the city would offer us any opportunity where she could get rid of her inhibitions. During our talks, it was implicitly understood (and even vocalised sometimes) that no waves are to be created, which could rock any boat - my marriage, or, her chances of getting a good match.
Sara, in many ways communicated her attraction to me, as did I - like taking the lint off my coat, or wiping a piece of food perched on my moustache - and I by caressing her back, and at times, while crossing a road, proprietorily putting my hand on her pretty ass to lead her across the road. I was in heaven when I gave small squeezes to her ass - firm and round, yet soooo soft to touch.
Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Islamabad, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Sara, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall. In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Sara was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Holyday Inn about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Sara still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Sara in my car in the morning and we would drive to Islamabad - a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to.
Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Islamabad. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhiliration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Sara was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city.
In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Islamabad. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Sara flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight shirt that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Sara might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn’t take any actions to confirm my opinion.
On return to the Hotel, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises.
In the room, I offered her a drink - knowing that she was averse to the smell of alcohol, I ordered a Screwdriver for her - vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and not knowing the effects of alcohol, gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs - the classic "angdaai" (sexy stretch), which showed off her curves even more. I asked her "(Don't you ever feel the need for sex?)"?  I do feel the need, but, how do I go about it sara told me. I once again asked her Don't you play with your pussy?. She genuinely seemed to be shocked by the question and demurely said." Rubbing it at the top does give me pleasuable feelings. I did try to insert a toothbrush handle once, but, due to the pain, I had to satisfy myself by just rubbing the top of my pussy.
I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her, to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth, to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her tongue and licked her lips at the taste of my pre-come, to slide my throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind in control, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma of Sara’s sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles to grip a hard toothbrush, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would feel in her sheath. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Sara’s thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her again. When orgasm took away her self control, did she moan low and throatily from her chest, whisper in baby talk, yell obscene commands at her lover, or did she bite her lip in a vain attempt to stay silent? The questions were endless and obsessive.
She had gone to the bathroom to take a leak, and on her return, she said "Oooh such a nice bathroom. It has not a tub, but also a shower. Wistfully, she said I've always felt like soaking myself in a bath-tub, and I can bathe under the shower just like I would love to do it during the rainy season.
Yes Sara, it is possible for you to make both your wishes come true I said, barely above a whisper, imagining her beautiful nude body in the shower, the water cascading down her ample breasts and dripping from her pussy, between her shapely legs. I can run the hot water, and when it is full, you can soak yourself both in the tub and take a shower too.
She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face. "Suhail, what are you saying? I don't have any clean clothes here, nor a towel. Lets go for dinner. After that I have to go to my Hotel too. I am quite tired after standing at the exhibition counter for so long. She smiled irresistably at me. I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire.
We had dinner and came back to the room. I jokingly suggested that she should stay the night in the room. Sara laughed. "Since you’re a gentleman, Suhail, would you like to help me carry these boxes to the car?" She motioned at the stack of papers and cases.
We got the boxes and started carrying them to the door. She bent over to put hers down and for a few seconds. Her ass swayed only a few inches away from me. Then she reached for the latch on the door, and with a shriek she lost her balance.
She fell towards me, but I couldn’t grab her because of the boxes in my hands, so I tried to block her fall with my body. I stepped into her way. She grabbed my shoulder with one hand. Her other hand grabbed my belt buckle and pushed it into my stiff cock. She had to know I was hard. Her left hand rested above my penis as she pulled herself up. My cock was hard again, and she had to feel it with her hand where it was. She brushed her right breast against my left arm while getting up. I was getting even more aroused than I had been all day. "Whew, that was a close one," she said. "Thanks for being there."
I said, "It was nothing, Sara" and winced at the almost adolescent break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then brightened and smiled at me. She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked up the loose papers which had fallen when she almost did.
Sara popped up before me and said, "It wasn’t nothing, Suhail. It was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn’t even drop any boxes. I think you deserve a kiss for that." My cock throbbed. Sara kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn’t wide open. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn’t tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Sara kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole body kiss, vibrant with a promise of future passion, more intimate than sex. I knew that it was inevitable, that Sara would beg for me to plunge my hard cock again and again into her dripping pussy, sawing back and forth until we exploded into an orgasmic tidal wave, that she would plead for me to stimulate her with my tongue until she cried tears of happiness, that she would trade anything to slurp my prick between her lips and suck it until it jetted spurts of hot spunk onto her shining face, and that she would rub it deeply into her skin in thrilling lust to become one with my scent and my seed. I knew the answers to the questions that had earlier haunted me. I knew the taste of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her sweet cunt. I knew without knowing how I knew these things. I knew the feel of her back, her buttocks, her hands cupping my balls, her pussy sheathing my manhood. I knew her cries of ecstasy, they were like her laugh, musical and entrancing, and were as contagious. I knew the sweet torment as my penis grew more and more excited in her warm, soft, wet mouth while her tongue swirled the tip and her teeth calmed its fury with moments of pain, until it could no longer be stilled and the sperm boiled up through the shaft of my penis and splattered into her throat, her vagina, onto her face, her tits, her hands, her arms, her back, her sweat-soaked hair.
All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the seconds that Sara and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist, and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast.
We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer startled by headlights and shook her head. "We can’t go on" she said.
I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside. "We’re ready for it. We have to take the next step, Sara."
"No!" she said. "We can’t just have sex. We have a working relationship. We work with each other."a
"Oh, Sara. You felt what I felt. We both want it. We both need it. I am going to fuck your brains out, Sara, and you want to feel my lund fucking your hot little pussy."
I was panting, my emotions finally reaching words. "I’m going to undress you and you’re going to undress me. You can’t wait to hold my lund with your hand. You can’t wait to taste it, to slide my fat cock into your mouth. I already know what it’s like to share every taboo secret with you. That kiss was like all the chudai in the world. We’ve already fucked. We just need to do it again."
"No" she whispered, but stopped shaking her head.You are as dear to me as my life, and I am your slave.
She stared, silent.
"Sara," I moved towards her "we can’t help it. We don’t have a choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won’t ever stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it."
I moved to embrace and kiss her. "You need it, Sara. You need this more than you’ve ever needed anything."
She pulled away and slapped me in the face."No!" she shouted at me. "I won’t be your office affair! I don't need your cock! She was raging, out of control. "I don’t need you. I will have a husband to fuck my pussy, thank you, and he will do fine. I can wait for it. even suck his cock when he wants.
She was scaring me. Had I construed her looks of passion, the delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and innuendo from nothing? Was I losing it? Why was she lying like this? Was I going crazy?
She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she continued " and this love, true-love.. Perfect love. Ideal love. What you are talking about doesn’t exist! I have love and I don’t need a dirty little affair with a co-worker and boos to get it.Don't talk to me about such things"
I felt like I needed to puke. I fled to the bathroom. After breathing heavily into the toilet bowl, inhaling the completely real atmosphere, my heart stopped beating quite so fast. I was dizzy, and came back to the room. I lay on the bed staring at the floor lamp until I could stand up again.
My thoughts were boiling. I’d already lost my best friend at work. I was probably going to lose my job if she reported it to our boss. I was probably going to lose my friends. There was a good chance I was really going crazy; or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my head on the pillow and wished I could cry. I told myself "Suhail, you’ve fucked it up royally this time."
I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with tears on my cheeks.
Someone said my name. "Suhail?"
I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted.
"Suhail, can you look at me?" I shook my head, no.
Hands on my shoulders, kneading. "I’m sorry, Suhail. I said all the wrong things. I have my virginity,
"Sorry" I said.
"No, I’m sorry. You were right. I do want to make love to you. That’s why I’ve flirted with you ever since I met you. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend because we become lovers."
"That’s the oldest lie in the book," I said. "Lovers don’t stop being friends." I twisted my neck, loosing a kink, keeping my eyes to the floor lamp.
"I’m sorry, Suhail," she said. "But I’m scared of this thing. Your intensity scares me. My intensity for you scares me I am so attracted to you and feel like making love to you that I myself am very scared. Suhail, I’ll make love to you if you want me to. Just show me how to not be scared of it."
"Can I trust you?" I defended myself.
"You’re as frightened as I am." Sara pulled my shoulders back into my chair and kissed my cheek. She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Suhail."
"I love you Sara."
We kissed deeply, at length. It was cool and sedate, civilized where the earlier kiss was barbaric, conversational where the other demanding. Our tongues danced with each other, moving like sand in the tide, like leaves of a tree in a breeze.
Sara moved around the chair, supported by my arms, and sat on my lap. We drew breath and kissed again, interlocking lips. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled one of her pumps off. I heard the other one drop, then felt her tugging at my belt buckle. She smiled at me, and undid it, then unsnapped the button. I reached for her back and undid the top button on her shirt with one hand, as I caressed her breast in the other, weighing and evaluating it. Her hand crept into my pants and held my penis, which gradually hardened in her warm grasp.
Oooh its soooo big" she said, opening her eyes in an exaggerated way and popping her lips into an "O". She smiled and licked her lips, then I kissed her again.
I lowered my hands to her waist and gently tugged her shirt over her pretty bra-encased breasts. I hugged her and slid my hands up on her back and undid the back of her brassiere, then she sat back and put her arms over her head.
"Take it off," she told me. I pulled the straps over her arms and her bra came with it. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, with thimble sized nipples and pinkish brown areolae, as they swayed before my eyes.
I kissed Sara’s chin, then licked her neck, and delicately kissed her nipples, first the left, then the right. She reached for the buttons of my shirtfront, but I stopped her. "Let’s enjoy ourselves like this, first," I told her. "We have as long as we need."
I had her stand up and face away from me, then I mischeviously pressed the pants fabric into the crack of her butt, smoothing it in from the bottom to the top. "Hey," she said, and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap suddenly, and I shifted her hips back so that my cock was pressing against her ass cheeks. She got the idea, and twisted around and kissed me vigorously. My hands went to her breasts, and had free play with them, tickling, rubbing, massaging, twisting the nipples, and rubbing the good feelings into her entire chest and belly. She wiggled her ass against my cock, but was otherwise helpless in this position, and lay back with her head on my shoulder as I caressed her from shoulder to fingertip to thighs, but did not touch her mound. I had determined that Sara was going to beg before I would touch her cunt or certainly before I would let her come.
After I was done with her beautiful breasts, I told her to get up and turn around. Then she straddled my lap, her legs resting on my hips, her hips resting on my thighs. She undid my shirt and pulled it off my chest and shoulders. I quickly undid the cuffs and the shirt dropped to the floor. She rubbed my chest with her hands, pinching my nipples.
"Fair play," she giggled. Then as she massaged my chest and abdomen, every once in a while touching my rock-hard cock through my pants, she began to kiss my neck and earlobes. I reached around behind her and gripped both her firm buttocks with my hands, squeezing them like peaches. I moved my hands to her crack again, sliding up and down it as I felt her quivering flanks. She shivered as she licked my nipples and kissed them, alternating. She undid my zipper and jerked the band of my briefs down so that it sat on my cock, bisecting its length.
I picked up her upper body and gobbled up her boobs, licking and nipping them like a starving man. I was giggling, and she was squealing, Please don't do it so hard. It feels very ticklish" I stopped for a second, then again and teased her titties with my tongue for a while more. Yeeessss, suck them lovingly. Can you take both the nipples in your mouth?". I could not resist the challenge. I took both her heavy breasts in my hands and pressed them together and sucked both nipples at the same time. She went bersek, with her hips beating a pattern against my hard cock. Do your nipples have a direct connection to your pussy?".she said, " Yes my dear. But it depends on the way my nipples are made love to. Your tongue is causing electric pulses to pass through my tits and my pussy"Then I stopped for real, and we both drew our breath. It was time. Silently we rose and I pulled down her pant. My hands went to her round and slim buttocks and I savoured the soft feel of the moons. I bent her at the waist and kissed the left orb and then the right moon, caressing her hanging boobs.
Meanwhile, she took off my trousers. Then she grabbed my cock through my briefs and held on to it as if it was giving her utmost pleasure in holding a hard staff. She could not continue long like this, so she slid my briefs down. My penis flopped out and stood straight before her. I straightened. She looked up and saw it dangling there before her and touched the tip with her index finger, then tasted her finger with her tongue. "Mmmm, niceI love your thick and long cock" she said.
Sara kneeled before me, and smiled up at me as she held my prick. I will make love it that you will reach the seventh heaven. It is so tasty that I feel like like sucking it constantly". She licked the bottom of my cock from the base to its head, then swirled her tongue around the head. Then she slid it into her mouth, encompassing it with her wet kiss. She reached around and grabbed my ass-cheeks with her hands, then held me still as she began to slide her mouth up and down on my shaft.
"I can taste the pre-come on the tip of your cock, Suhail," she licked the shaft then sucked on the head.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked on my prick. "How do you like it, Sara?"
"I love your cock. It tastes and feels so sexy sliding in and out. It’s making me so horny. my pussy is absolutely soaked.
Sara slid my penis past the sweet lips I had kissed. As she bobbed her head on my shaft, I started fucking her warm and wet mouth. She encouraged me by pulling my ass cheeks towards her. I fucked even deeper, and felt my cock in her throat. She gulped my meat lustily. She caressed my thighs and balls. I will gobble these eggs. When I suck your balls, my cunt starts dripping honey". Sara sure knew how to give a blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow.
" My cock is ready to squirt" I said.
"Mmmmf," Sara pumped her lips and tongue even faster on my cock. One hand moved to my balls, and she fondled them as she pulled my butt to her and deep-throated my cock.
"Oh, Sara. Haan (Yes). I’m gonna shoot a huge..."
I came. I shot jets of sperm into her throat and mouth. She sucked my shaft deeply and swallowed all the juices that I spattered in her. She fondled my balls, coaxing all the come out of them, as she sucked me. She continued sucking as my legs became weak and my shaft became sensitive, then sucked beyond the sensitivity as I maintained my erection in her warm, wet mouth.
I leaned my head back and wiped my brow. "Sara, you give one hell of a blowjob. You are a wonderful cock-sucker. I mean that as a compliment. Your mouth was even better than I dreamed it could be."
She licked the shaft and head again, then smiled up at me and said, "It’s your turn now, Suhail. Eat me. Eat my juicy pussy. It is wet for you. You can savour its juices to your heart's content. Tell me how sweet is the honey from my pussy"
I lay beside her on the bed and traveled down her body with my kisses, tasting her sexiness as I went towards the junction of her legs. I could smell her musk as I moved closer. I felt warmth in my crotch. Sara was sucking me again, coaxing my cock back into working order.
The fur on her mons did not hide the puffy pink lips of her slit. Finally I pushed her legs up and back towards her shoulders. The pink lips of her sex opened like a blossoming rose inviting me to continue my quest to taste that honey nectar and bring her to an orgasm. I put my thumbs on either side of her slit opening it even more. As I leaned toward my goal I could see that she was more that ready for anything that I had in mind. The wetness flowed from her honey hole and puddled at the bottom of that opening. Her sexual odour reached my nostrils and I could wait no more. I put my mouth on her cunt and sucked her love juices.
I spread her pussy lips wider and drove my tongue into her pussy. It was as juicy as she had said. "Yummy pussy," I said. Brilliant repartee it wasn’t, but I challenge anybody to say something brilliant while tasting a new and delicious woman’s sex, when she is at the same time bathing your prick with her talented tongue and lips.
She let go of my cock and got frantic in her arousal. Her hips started working up and down with my tongue on her clitty. The movements became even more forceful, and I found my tongue sliding into her honey pot, which had widened in her excitement. I did not disappoint her. I pushed her shapely legs up to her shoulders, took hold of her hands, brought them under her buttocks and told her Open your cunt lips for my tongue". She did just that. I slid my hands to her ample boobs and started pressing them, pinching her nipples as I sawed my tongue in and out of her super-sensitive cunt. "Ooooh! Hai! Hai! Hai ,Ooooh! Oh God! Oh God! Moorrrreee! Eat my pussy. My pussy has been made only for you. Don't make me suffer any more. Suck it more. tongue-fuck it." She was in throes of a super-orgasm.
I stroked my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. As I reached the top, my tongue caressed her clit which stuck out like a small erect penis, she gasped and shuddered at that touch. My tongue on her slit, I shook my head. Then I sucked her clit between my lips and put my middle finger into her cunt. I began to work it in and out of her pussy, to open it for better things.
She moaned, "Yes, Suhail, finger-fuck my pussy. Make me come continuously."
I licked Sara’s delicious clit and lapped up the sex juices her pussy was leaking as I fucked her with my finger. Then I put another finger into her hot box and fucked her with two fingers. Sara let out another moan, as she began rubbing her breasts, pulling her nipples and massaging her milk-jugs. Her hips started jerking as she pressed her pubic mound against my tongue.
She wrapped her legs around my head and moaned, " My pussy and my body are burning up. Oh Suhail. Oh Suhail. Suck me. Suck my wet pussy. Eat my pussy". Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably and her pubis pushed against my teeth.
She moaned out dirty talk. " My champion, keep on sucking my pussy. I love it. Lick my clit. Oh yes. Use more fingers." I put in another finger and fucked her pussy with all three. Keep on licking me. " Something is happening to me. It seems like a storm is overtaking my senses. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh God this really is pure ecstasy. I’m coming. Suck me harder, Suhail. Keep licking me. Oh, SuhailSuck my pussy, keep on sucking. Finger-fuck me harder. Move your finger fast. Press my ass-cheeks with your other hand. Oooh! Aur! Aur!(More! More!)"
Sara shuddered as she came, and I lapped up the juices that oozed from her tasty pussy. She shook and moaned my name while her legs held my face tightly against her muskiness. Finally, she was done and her legs released my head. "Oh yeah, Suhail. You give great head, my dearest fucking machine. I know for sure that not only do you lick and eat so well, you are the greatest fucker too".
My cock throbbed to get into the honeyed hole I had just been licking. "That’s just the beginning."
"Are you going to put your hot cock in my cunny? I’m all juicy for you. Quick. Put your cock in my pussy" she was whimpering.
I got up and pulled Sara to her feet and we kissed for a while, rubbing each other into a state of frenzy. Then I picked her slim body up and straightened her on the bed.
What are you preparing for?" she asked with a smile.
just lay down), Sara, we’re going to fuck now
Sara eagerly agreed, wiggling her hot little body at me with her pussy looking as inviting as a million bucks. "I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big cock of yours, Suhail."
She smiled at me, "Just start slow, loverboy. My pussy is still unused. Stretch my cunny. Make it good and juicy before you ram it with your horse-like cock."
She grabbed my blue veined cock with her small hand, then as I leaned into her she guided it into her fuck hole. She moaned her desires, "First, enter me slowly. Let my pussy get used to your big hard cock. Later you can fuck me hard."
The head of my dick touched that hot wet tunnel and I wanted to drive every inch into her on the first thrust. But the feel of her hand guiding me reminded me of her plea for tenderness so I was able to hold back. I slowly pushed the red knob of my cock head into her. She moaned as our sex organs merged. As I pushed into her hot cunt she thrust her ass at me, taking more and more of my meat, until I was fully inside her sugar walls, pubic hairs entwined and my balls against her ass. I slowly pulled my cock out of her. The elastic lips of her cunt clung to my shaft, stretching as her hot hole slowly gave up my meat.
I began to push back in just as my tip slid out of her cunt. I fucked her in long, slow, steady strokes. With every stroke Sara raised her ass to meet me. As she became accustomed to my presence she pushed her crotch up at mine with even more power, forcing my cock deeper into her slowly stretching vagina. I pushed into her even harder forcing her ass back to the bed with each thrust, my balls slapping her ass as my cockhead beat a slow rhythm against her cervix.
She moaned, "Fuck me harder. My pussy wants to be fucked by your cock." She reached behind her head and braced her arms against the wall. "Fuck me like an animal, Suhail."
I grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. I moaned and grunted savagely and she chanted "Fuck me, yes, Suhail. Fuck me as much as you want" again and again. We fucked on that desk like wild beasts.
Finally I could hold out no longer. "Sara, I’m coming," I announced.
She smiled at me divinely, "Yes, lover. Come inside me. Fill me with your hot load!"
Then she kissed me, sucking my tongue between her lips and breathing into me. That was all I needed. With a spastic lunge I buried my burning fuck-meat into Sara’s pussy and rested the tip against her cervix. I erupted. Sperm boiled out of my nuts, through my reproductive plumbing, pumped through my pulsating shaft, and splattered white man-spunk in the buttery depths of her cozy, pink tunnel of love. I was possessed with desire. I wanted to kiss her forever and eternally pump sperm into her warm, welcoming cunt.
As she felt my cock jerk in orgasm she came too. Sara moaned, "I want you, Suhail. I love your fucking hard cock This cock is only for me. After enjoying it so much, I will not let anyone else play with it."
I answered "I want you too, Sara" as I continued to orgasm in her warm, snug sheath. Her vaginal walls squeezed my spasming cock. Her hot pussy, with the added heat from my boiling load, kept me coming for a long time. I just kept on shooting deep in Sara’s pussy until I couldn’t even stand up straight. She milked me with her wonderful lovebox until I was dry. Drained, I collapsed on her heaving breasts. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily from the power of our love-making.
Sara said that this time wasn’t enough. She wanted to make love to me again and again, many more times. We kissed and spoke of love and lust in the afterglow. It was divine to be in Sara’s arms, holding her in mine, my cock still inside her, kissing her and hearing her sexy voice telling me how sexy I was. I nibbled her earlobes as she whispered in mine, and after a while I got hard again. She wrapped her legs around my back and we fucked again, slower and less urgently this time. It was no less a beautiful fuck, though. After she came, her vaginal walls squeezing and gripping my cock, pumping the come out of me, I came again.
Finally my softening tool slipped out of Sara’s warm, wet, wonderful pussy. We dressed and straightened the room hoping that we left no clues for the cleaning staff. Then we made plans to do it again the next day.
Sara and I made love several times while we were in Islamabad, and every time has been as good as the first. I couldn't seem to get enough of her blowjobs or her wet and wonderful pussy, and she loved my tongue action almost as much as the way my fat cock fills her up
Now we are back and have reverted to our discreet routine lives, but, are planning a trip to relive the beautiful moments. As soon as I come back from this planned holiday with her, I'll let you know how it went.
e="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">  My name is Nikky. I am 16 years old, tall for my age – 5 foot 10 inches. My dark brown hair hangs below my shoulder blades. Despite my height, I am of slim build. I got my height from my birth-father and slimness from my petite mother.
  It was the school holidays and I was at youth camp. Youth camp is for all us young Christians. We go there in the holidays to have fun and learn about God.
  It ended prematurely for my friend and me. I woke up at about eleven when a camp leader flicked the light on to our room. There was my friend, Nancy, on her knees with some boy’s penis in her mouth. As he looked up, he panicked. I saw Nancy suddenly choke and force his penis out from between her lips. He was still ejaculating and covered her cheeks, nose and lips with his opaquely white syrup. What was shot into her mouth, now dribbling out down her chin.ÂÂ
  So we were all sent home two days before the end of camp. I felt disgraced and embarrassed and I had nothing to do with it. I knew such things happened. I had been to a couple of parties and heard the stories, bla bla bla – but to see my best friend doing that was quite a shock. I even sat next to her in church. I had too many wild thoughts running through my head as we were driven home to bother writing down.
  I had asked to be dropped off at my Godmother’s house. That was where I usually spent my weekends. I knew they would be away, and it would give me a chance to collect my thoughts from the weekend at God camp.
  As we pulled up outside her house at about midnight, all the lights were on, music was blaring out loud. I couldn’t believe it, they had left their immature 15 year old son at home and he was throwing a party.
  Getting out of the car, I walked up the driveway to the wide-open front door.
  On the seat in the foyer, there was a guy and a chick making out. I recognised her from school. She was two years my junior, sucking his face and loving every moment of it. I turned to walk up the stairs and could see the front of her jeans unzipped and the guy’s hand inside some flimsy pink knickers, finger-fucking her good and proper.
  Upstairs, I walked through a maze of drunken teenagers. There was a smell of dope in the air. I went looking for Simon, my Godmother’s son.
  Out on the balcony, there was some kid pissing off it and another puking.
  I went into my Godmother’s bedroom and flicked on the lights. Two faces appeared from under her be covers. “Fuck off.â€Â
  I exited the bedroom, walked back through the lounge and outside. I found Simon out on the lawn drinking and smoking a cigarette. “What do you think you’re doing?â€Â I snatched the bottle of champagne off him. The champagne, my Godmother was saving for her 40th birthday.
  I found three unopened bottles in the kitchen and took them next door with me. Luckily someone was up. It was Greg. I asked if Terri was home, and he went and got her out of bed.
  We were all a little uncertain about what to do, so we called the police to bust up the party.
  When the police turned up, we watched and laughed as kids jumped fences and ran in all directions.
  Watching out the window, we could see the police making Simon clean the broken glass off the roadside. As the police were finally leaving, he was going crazy. He smashed the letterbox on his way back up the driveway.
  Greg and Terri set up a bed for me downstairs in their lounge before heading off to bed themselves.
  I took off my pants and jersey and got into bed. Admittedly, I was a bit worried and couldn’t sleep, so I sat up and began texting my friend, asking her what she wanted her new nickname to be. I told her she looked like a geisha girl after that guy had plastered her face.
  About half an hour later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Greg. “Sorry,†he said as he walked into the kitchen. The area was all open-plan so I could clearly make out he was pouring a glass of water. “You sure, you don’t want a drink?â€Â
  “Yeah, okay. Water will be fine.â€Â
  He poured another glass of water and brought both over to the bed and sat on the edge. “Was it a bit traumatic for you?â€Â
  “A little,†I admitted.
  “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. They’ll all get over it. It adds to the adventure. In a few years time, everyone will be laughing about it.â€Â
  “Yeah, but you don’t have to go to school with them on Monday.â€Â
  “True. So, they weren’t expecting you home, you were saying.â€Â
  “No, that’s slightly awkward in itself.â€Â
  “Oh, your fault or someone else’s?â€Â
  “Someone else’s. I was asleep.â€Â
  “No need to worry then. I won’t ask any more.â€Â
  “It was kinda’ funny though.â€Â
  Greg just took a sip of water.
  I felt prompted. I had to say something. “The camp leaders, must have heard some noises and burst into our room. When they turned on the light, my best friend was giving a blowjob to one of the other guys on the camp.â€Â
  “That is kinda’ funny.â€Â He began to laugh.
  I felt even more prompted. I began to laugh too, as I explained the last detail to him. “When they turned on the light, he ejaculated all over her face.â€Â
  “Quite the showman was he?â€Â
  “I guess so.â€Â
  We were both laughing.
  “Well,†he skulled the last of his water, “I guess they’ll see your side and that you had nothing to do with it. And I’m sure your friend will stand up for you.â€Â
  “I hope so.â€Â
  “Oh well, good night then.â€Â
  I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me in a warm embrace. “Thank you, I needed to hear something positive,†I whispered.
  He moved from my embrace, yet remained close. I could smell the light scent of soap on his skin and feel the warmth emanating from his body.
  “Anytime.â€Â He smiled.
  I don’t even know why I did it. I guess I needed someone. It could have even been the warm smile. I grabbed his face in both hands and planted my mouth on his.
  My tongue entered his mouth searching and finding his tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck and I felt him return my embrace – his hands gently caressing my back, from my shoulders to the base of my spine and back up. Fingers stroked my hair, and God it felt so fucking wonderful.
  Before I knew it, my t-shirt was on the floor and I was only in my bra and panties and his hot moist mouth was creating trails all over my neck and upper chest. I was so turned on. My breasts and tried to break free from my tight lacy bra as his tongue ran across my nipples. A bolt of electricity shot down my spine to my pussy as he sucked on one nipple, then the other.
  I actually thought I’d wet myself. I could feel my panties were moist. One of his hands stroked my inner thighs, parted them slightly and reached through and under to stroke my bum cheeks. I pushed my crotch hard against his hand trying to stimulate myself even more.
  It turned out he was as hungry as me. His tongue had run down my belly to the top of my panties and was tracing the line of the elastic across my lower abdomen. It snaked its way down my left outer thigh and into my inner thigh. He licked each inner thigh up and down then lifted his head slightly to avoid my vagina and began licking my pubic bone, tickling my trimmed pubic hair though my knickers. I was going fucking crazy, trying to at least grind my clit against his chin.
  Suddenly, out of nowhere, absolute extreme pleasure coursed its way up my spine, as his tongue grazed over my clit.ÂÂ
  It was at that point I realised I had been holding my breath for a while and I began gasping for fresh oxygen.
  My panties were soaked. His tongue ran up and down my slit before his mouth nestled on my hole licking up my nectar. I pushed hard up against his mouth and realised my hands were forcing his mouth back onto my pussy. He wasn’t going anywhere.ÂÂ
  His fingers peeled the crotch of my panties to the side exposing my soft virgin pussy to his rampant mouth.
  All the muscles in my groin began contracting as slipped a finger between my labia, his tongue still massaging my clit.ÂÂ
  I thought I was going to scream in ecstasy, then realised his wife was upstairs. I held my mouth shut, grunting through clenched teeth as my all the muscles clenched tight and an orgasm ripped through my body.
  I wanted to keep him going, but as my body relaxed slightly Greg came up for air. He planted his wet mouth on mine. My tongue tried to grip his, licking my own juices from his tongue and lips. I was as turned on by my own flavour as he had been.
  “I’m going to suck you off, but I don’t want your cum in my mouth,†I told him. I don’t even recall where that came from. “You’d better put on a condom.â€Â
  Looking back, he must have planned this, because Greg dipped his hand in the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small foil package. He opened his robed and squirmed out of his boxer shorts. Tearing open the foil wrapper, he handed me the slippery latex thing.
  “I think you should have the honours.â€Â
  I looked at his penis. It was slightly engorged and still aiming down. “I guess I’d better make him stand at attention like a good little soldier.â€Â
  I wrapped my fingers around his dick and it twitched in my hand. I sat up and he moved closer. “Now don’t cum.â€Â I put his penis to my lips and slid it back and forth; corner to corner. I got brave (hey I’d never given a blowjob before), and licked the end. The foreskin didn’t taste spectacular. It was just a floppy bit of skin against my tongue.
  “Pull the foreskin back,†Greg instructed me.
  I peeled the foreskin back with my thumb and forefinger revealing a big purple head. I aimed his penis at my mouth and licked the end. There was some clear fluid coming out and I used my tongue to smear it round the head of his penis.
  “My god that is fucking sexy,†said Greg. “Squeeze the shaft and slowly pull towards you.â€Â
  I did as I was told. More precum seeped out the eye of his penis. I licked more of it. It had a salty, slimy texture and tasted fucking great. There was now more fresh moisture seeping into the crotch of my panties. I put the head into my mouth while holding him with my hand. I could feel his dick growing and twitching. I licked all about the head while it was in my mouth and began sucking like it was a straw.
  “That is so fucking good. Keep doing that.â€Â
  This time I didn’t obey. I pulled back and let his penis spring from my mouth. “We’d best be safe,†I said, placing the condom over the head. It was slightly awkward and slimy. My fingers kept sliding off because of the lubricant and partly because of my nervous anticipation. As I completed the task, I noticed that I had completely unrolled the condom. His penis had filled it completely.
  “Is that going to fit later,†I asked.
  “I’m sure it will,†he said rather comfortingly.
  I had again wrapped my fingers about it and was stroking the slippery surface. I licked the reservoir tip, then placed the head in my mouth. I was nervous and didn’t want to choke, so I sucked on the head like it were a baby bottle and stroked him with my hand. I was certain I had seen my friend taking more dick in her mouth, but I was a first timer; she obviously wasn’t.
  The latex and lubricant wasn’t overly pleasant, but my taste buds soon got used to it. I much preferred the taste of a raw dick, but didn’t like the idea of drowning in semen.
  I kept sucking and as I got more excited, my hand stroked faster. His penis suddenly began throbbing in my hand and mouth. Holding my tongue at the tip of the condom, I could feel it begin to fill up as Greg moaned. It was such an erotic sensation, my tongue on the tip feeling it fill up. He just kept cumming and cumming. I almost thought it would burst as Greg pushed forward and almost gagged me.ÂÂ
  I pulled back, letting his dick slide away from my mouth. The tip of the condom was full and I could see the semen splashing around up to where his shaft joined the head.
  “That was simply amazing. If only my wife could do that.â€Â
  Greg kissed me on the mouth, pushing me back down. I could feel a hand pushing my knickers to the side, then something a lot thicker than a finger insert itself between my labia. He pulled out and rubbed the head of his penis up and down my pussy, moistening the outside of the condom even more before slipping it back between my labia. It met the resistance of my hymen, but he pulled out and then pushed back into press lightly against it, all the time massaging my clit. I was so caught up with my clit sending shocks through my body, I hardly felt my hymen break as Greg pushed his penis all the inside me. He held it there, pressing against my cervix, my vaginal muscles involuntarily contracting and releasing, squeezing him; accepting him.
  A long time seemed to pass before Greg slowly withdrew and then gently pushed his dick back into me. He placed my hand on my pussy, fingers on either side of his penis and I could feel him push in and out.ÂÂ
  Suddenly, he pulled out and rolled me over onto all fours. I made an advance to pull my panties down, but he whispered in my ear, “leave them on, it’s so much sexierâ€Â.
  Instead I pulled my knickers to the side to allow him access. Bolts shot up my spine as his penis slid inside me grazing across my g-spot. I was in pure ecstasy again. My hand found its way down the front of my knickers and I began to vigorously rub my clit as he pounded me from behind. I tried using my vaginal muscles to squeeze and pleasure him even more, but my whole body spasmed then went floppy.
  Greg sensed this, withdrew and flipped me onto my back.
  “We’ll make it a little easier on you. Just keep stroking yourself.â€Â
  My panties were to the side again and he was back inside me. I tried to meet his thrusts but the only muscles that seemed to be working were my vaginal muscles, clamping tightly around his penis. I kept stroking my clit as another orgasm ripped through my body. I think I was screaming, although I really have no recollection of it.ÂÂ
  He let out a grunt. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, filling the condom again.
  Realisation hit me as my removed my hand from my pussy. My hand was so sticky. We must have made one hell of a mess.
  Greg lay down beside me and kissed my forehead.
  I gathered my breath. “I was hoping to save myself for my husband, not someone else’s.â€Â
  Greg just laughed.
  “I know you’re not supposed to use the same condom twice, so I hope I don’t get pregnant.â€Â
  “You’ll be okay. Get some rest.â€Â He kissed me on the mouth again, got up and was gone.
  When I woke in the morning, I could feel my crotch was still sticky. I found the toilet and pulled my panties slightly down, noticing sticky white beads of semen in my pubic hair. I looked into the crotch of my knickers and saw a condom. I felt my pussy, which was lathered up with sperm. My fingers slid between my labia.ÂÂ
  “I’ll get you, you bastard,†I said to myself.
  I tasted our combined juices, licking my fingers, then took the condom from the crotch of my knickers. I squeezed out the remainder of his semen into my brown pubes. I smeared the remainder all round my pussy and through the coarse hair. Looking back, I have no idea why, it was just some turn on for me. I pushed the condom up into my pussy and pulled my panties up.ÂÂ
  I left Greg’s house, plotting some form of revenge as I walked down the street.
It was pouring down rain and just ahead of me I could see a set of flashers on the side of the road. I slowed my RV down to see if anyone
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needed help, and out of the car jumped 2 young women. Well seeing them I stopped and asked what was wrong, the redhead said that they were driving along and that the car just stalled and wouldn’t start again. I explained that I was no good with engines and asked if they needed a lift to the next town, which was about 5 miles ahead. They jumped at the chance and I opened the side door. As they climbed in I went to fetch some towels because they were both soaking wet. I introduced myself as David and they responded back their names were Tammy and Claire. Tammy is a beautiful young lady; she is 5’4†tall with long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a pouty mouth with a really nice figure. Claire on the other hand stands about 5’7â€Âtall has long red hair, sexy green eyes and a pair of lips begging to be kissed, with a figure to die for. I handed them the towels and asked if they needed anything from their car before they dried off, Claire and Tammy both said they needed their purses and suitcases, and ran back to retrieve them. As they settled in I climbed back in the drivers seat and started for Humble the town just ahead.
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As we pulled in I could see that this placed closed down with the sun. I pulled up in front of the police station and told the girls I would find out where the local gas station was. Ducking out and running though the rain I was shocked to see that the deputy on duty was a pretty young women. I explained the problem and asked for directions. Shelia informed me that we would have to wait until morning as the place was closed right now. I thanked her and asked where the nearest motel was, she said that there wasn’t one in town but seeing the RV said they had a campground a few miles down the road. I rushed back to the RV and told the girls the bad news. Tammy looked at Claire and then asked if I could let them spend the night. I said sure. We drove to the campground and a sign on the door of the office said the office was closed and to just pick a site and settle up in the morning.
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I picked a site close to a building that looked like public showers. Parked the RV and went out to hook up the water and power to the RV, thank god the rain had stopped for the minute. When I was done I told the girls that they were welcome to use the shower, and as soon as I said it Tammy yelled I’m first and jumped up and kissed me to say thanks. While she was cleaning up Claire and I talked about the RV and I explained that my wife had died of cancer last year and that since I was retired I just drove around the country seeing different places to forget her last few painful months. Tammy came back during the story and wanted to know how seeing as I was only in my 40’s I could afford to retire. I told them I won the lottery and invested it, and lived off the income.
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While Claire went to clean up Tammy and I got to talk about my wife, and I started to tear up. She pulled me close and said it was ok to cry. As I cried on her shoulder she asked how long it had been since I last had sex. I looked into her eyes saw the lust and said over 2 years. Tammy smiled and asked if I would like to make love to her, she took my hand and slid it under under her nightshirt to her right breast. As I massaged her tit and I looked her in the eyes she moaned, saying how good it felt. We sat like that for few more minutes until I pulled her nightshirt over her head and started to suck on her gorgeous 34 d size tits. Tammy moaned as I licked and sucked moving from one tit to the other. My cock was now hard as a rock and Tammy was rubbing it though my pants. I move down Tammy’s body kissing my way down on my way to her beautiful shaved pussy. She was propped up on one elbow while she held my head in place with her other hand. I slipped a finger into her slick pussy I had my head between her legs and was feasting away when I felt her hands on my head holding it urging me to tongue her harder. Tammy moaned again and began pushing her hips up toward my face, her orgasm getting closer I continuing to pump her pussy with my finger, I started sucking on her clit, she started moaning louder and pushing her pussy harder at my face as her orgasm over came her, I did my best to comply.
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I then felt another set of hands undoing my belt and pants and I lifted my hips so they could be removed, and groaned as a set of hot lips wrapped themselves around my hard cock. Claire parted her lips and slid them down my rigid shaft, taking me as deeply into her mouth as she could manage. With a moan, she started sliding her lips up and down my tool while pumping the base with one hand and fondling my balls with the other, but not wanting to miss a second of her pretty face bobbing up and down on my organ, i pulled my head from between Tammy’s legs to see Claire sucking like crazy on my cock Claire moaned around my stiff shaft, sucking with renewed vigor. My orgasm was welling up quickly as her warm, wet mouth engulfed me over and over. I was pushing my hips up, wanting to penetrate her mouth as deeply as possible and she seemed to pick up the vibe sensing that I was on the verge of cumming. She continued to suck with amazing skill as my cock began to swell within her mouth. I ran my fingers through her long red hair as she sucked my cock, feeling an orgasm beginning to approach. Finally, I had to let my head drop back onto the top of the couch as I forced my cock into her mouth as deeply as she could take it and began to spew. My orgasm was long and intense and she continued to suck me, swallowing every drop of cum.
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We rested for about 20 minutes reclaiming our stretgh. I went to the frige and got a few beers and handed one to each of the girls. Claire smiled took hers but didn’t drink from from it setting it aside. She looked deep in my eyes smiled again and kissed me gently as she lifted up and straddled me, she was very wet, and rubbed my cock head up and down her pussy, then guided my dick into her sopping cunt with her hand. I entered her with one hard thrust, her soaked pussy taking me greedily. Arching her back a little she allowed me better penetration as I thrust home again and again, her tight pussy becoming wetter and wetter. I felt my cock bend inside of her each time she swayed back and forth. Because of the tightness of her soft pussy I began to move faster and faster taking my dick almost fully out then plunging it back into her suddenly her legs tightened around me as she had a very powerful orgasm pumping herself back and forth into me… This little girl was a fucking machine. Up slowly, down hard, up slowly down hard. I met each one of her downward thrust with thrust of my own. Banging together, Claire started to cum again. Her pussy soaked my cock, but I just kept shoving my cock into her, wanting for this to last forever.
    I just left her place, and it was My dream cum true!!! It began a few hours ago, it's now 7 AM on a Friday morning. At around 3 this morning I heard a car pull up, then some giggling, then the car driving off. Next thing I hear is someone at my front door trying to get in. I put on some clothes, a warm up suit, and go to the door, it's BethAnn trying to get in, she so drunk she thinks she at her door, we share the same driveway. When I open the door she literately falls in on the floor, laughing her head off, as she looks up at me she ask what I'm doing in her house? I try to tell her where she is but she is to far out of it, I h
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elp her to her feet, I put her arm around my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist and walk her over to her place, open the door and let her in. I help her taking off her coat and she flops on chair, eyes very glassy. I tell her she better get to bed and sleep it off, she ask me to help her to her bedroom, I help her up and walk her to her room, there she sits on bed and falls back lying on her back passed out. I look down at her with a smile on my face, so young so pretty and O so drunk!! I wonder if I should help her get undress and under the covers, I say to myself go for it!! First I help her with shoes, I remove her heels, then her top, is a white turtle neck sweater, was difficult as she keep falling back down, but I finally got it off, exposing her satin white bra holding those beautiful 38 tits!! Then I slide off her black slacks, and she lies before me with just her matching white satin bra and panties!! I sit on the bed next to her, trying to help move her up higher on bed, as I do she rolls over her arm going over my lap and her head landing on my thigh right at my crotch! I must admit my 9" are at attention at this time, I begin stroking her hair, my fingers running Thu her long soft hair and then I slide my bottom down exposing my hard on, my hard cock is at her face with pre cum coming from it. I take my cock in my hand and rub the head over her lips leaving trails of my pre cum on her lips, my cock is ready to burst! I push her head towards my cock. Pushing it in her mouth, she opens and takes my cock into her mouth, her lips circling it like a pro, I begin pushing her head up and down on my hard shaft. I know she is passed out but she still is giving me one of the best blow jobs I ever had!! I reach over and begin playing with her tits, pinching her nipples Thu her bra, I can't take much more before I shoot my cum down her throat. I roll over on top of her, my cock still in her mouth, I begin fucking her mouth, lying on her face my cock going deeper in her throat, I hear her gag but I can't stop now and shoot a big load down her mouth................. DAM
After I recover I roll off her looking down at her my cum dripping from her mouth, I i can't help myself but I need to remover her panties and bra and take with me. AS i get ready to leave I cover her with blanket and make sure she confortable and as I'm leaving I see her computer in her room, I'm wide awake now so I figure lets me see what I can get into on her computer. I'm shocked as I turn on the pc, she has no security, logs right into her alo account, I begin reading her email, and seeing what sites she has visited recently. TO my pleasant surprise she is a member of Bondage.com, I got her nic and pass word, she really what's to be a slut, she has 20 men in her hotlist, most are my age or older, "whaT A SLUT" I love it wait till I talk to her later. I check move, I got her hotmail and her yahoo, nick and pass words, she is talking to over a dozen Men, cyber sex like a real whore!!  I figure I can uses this for later, to get her to cu and give me herself!!! Then I find she visits a bestiality site!! what a cunt, am I going to have some fun!!! Looking at all the sites she visits has me rock hard again, I go back to her bed, remove blanket, lie next to her I take her hand and place around my cock, she take's in hand instantly and begins playing with me, I roll on top of her, take her hand and guide my cock to her cunt. AS i rub up and down her cunt lips I push inside her, little at first, then more on each thrust, next thing I know I'm fucking my sweet slut, driving deep in her cunt, and as I cum I scream, take it you BITCH!!!!!
I roll off her leaving her cunt and mouth full of my cum....... My question how do I use the info I got from her computer to get her to suck and fuck me again and a again. ... I'm not going o get any more opportunities to fuck a young beautiful cunt like this again. so the more suggestions would be appreciated..
Elise and I fucked every night that week until she went back to college. Before she left she gave me my own 10 inch vibrator and even a small vibrator for my purse.
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The day before high school classes started up again, Jessie and I went out and bought are own thongs. We both bought a silk black thong that looked really hot on both of us. “What will your Mom think when she washes these†I asked picking up a plain white thong. “I don’t know, but your mom won’t have a problem†she said. “What do you mean†I questioned. “Come on, your mom always has them on, that’s another reason why the guys love your house†Jessie teased. “Whatever†I said as I dropped her off at her house.
I guess curiosity got the best of me. Later that same night I looked in Mom’s underwear drawer, sure enough Mom had just as many thongs as Elise did. I really don’t know why, but I looked around for other sexy things in my parent’s room. In my dad’s closet where a bunch of porno mags along with some condoms. My mom on the other hand, 3 dildos, magazines, and 2 unmarked videotapes. I put one into the VCR and sat down on my parent’s bed. At first it was just Elise’s room. Nothing happened so I began to fast forward, I stopped just in time to see Elise and her old boyfriend, Justin from high school walk in. Elise was totally drunk as she slobbered her tongue into Justin’s mouth. Elise squealed as Justin squeezed Elise’s tits threw her top. “Shhhhhh†Justin tried to calm her down. Justin pulled her top off and licked my sister’s humongous tits in circles. I quickly pulled off my jeans and new red thong and rubbed my clit. Justin carefully pulled off Elise’s skirt. Justin began to eat out Elise’s cunt. Elise screamed in pleasure so loud my ears started to hurt. Justin pulled out his cock and quickly pushed into Elise’s pussy. It was probably 7 inches and 2 inches thick, but it seemed Elise was enjoying it. Justin took one look up at Elise’s tits and started pumping faster. I grabbed one of mom’s dildos and shoved it into my cunt. Elise was going crazy and I was turned on by it. Justin came in my sister’s cunt just as I came. The dildo fell out of my pussy and I rubbed my clit some more. I rubbed myself all over and fell asleep on my parent’s bed.
The next day I woke up late and rushed to school. I told everyone that I got sick and nothing really happened.
When I got home dad’s car was home. ‘Holy shit’ I said pulling into the driveway. I remembered that I didn’t put away the dildos and the tapes. I ran into the house Dad came down the hall in a business suit. ‘Bye honey’ he said, kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door. I then quietly walked up the stairs and into my parent’s room, everything was put back. Maybe I put the stuff away I thought. I calmly walked downstairs to the family room. ‘Hi’ Mom said normally ‘can you help me with my bags’ she asked. ‘Sure’ and I went over to help. Mom then reached down into her bag. Then, for the first time I noticed a pink thong obviously sticking out of her jeans. I pretended to not notice it and helped her unpack.
That Friday Mom went out with her friends. I called up Matt and the usual gang to come over once again. Around 7 everyone showed up. We started drinking while watching a comedy with a couple of sexy scenes. Sarah and Tony were on one couch, me, Lindsey and Matt sitting on the second couch, and Jessie and Greg were spooning on the third couch underneath a blanket.
During one sexy part I noticed Jessie and Greg started to move around a lot. After a couple minutes they were moving in unison. ‘No way’ I thought and whispered to Matt to look at them. I looked down just in time to see Matt get a large bulge in his pants. I decided I was going to have sex with him right then. I grabbed the blanket off the floor and positioned Matt behind me. I pulled my jeans off just enough so Matt could get access. Matt grabbed my thong and pulled it back like a slingshot ‘I like this’ Matt whispered into my ear. After fondling with my ass for a couple minutes, Matt pulled down the thong. For a couple of minutes for tried getting in different positions to fuck my pussy, but we couldn’t unless I hit Lindsey. ‘What do we do’ Matt whispered. I then took his hand and placed one of his fingers on my asshole. I thought Matt had cum in his pants right there. Suddenly I felt a mix of pain and pleasure as Matt stuck a finger into my ass. I nearly fell off the couch as he pumped his finger into my asshole. Matt stuck in a second finger into my ass. I was going crazy knowing I couldn’t let my friends hear us. He pulled out his fingers and silently put them in my face. I looked him ‘Please’ he said desperately. Not wanting to ruin the moment I took the shit covered fingers into my mouth. It tasted bad at first but then I got used to the taste and sucked his fingers like a pro. Matt took out his fingers, and pulled out his cock and started to rub his cock around my tight brown hole. Matt slowly entered my ass. ‘What’s that bad smell’ Lindsey asked. She got up and walked toward the light switch. My fingers where slowly rubbing my clit. Just before Lindsey turned on the lights, Matt then shoved his whole cock into my ass. I jump in pain and fell off the couch as the lights turned on. Jessie and Greg scrambled on the couch to hide each other. ‘Holy shit’ Lindsey yelled as she saw me with my fingers on clit with my pants pulled down. Everyone stared as a long shot of cum exploded out of Matt’s cock on the couch and on my shirt. I pulled up my thong quickly but tripped my jeans and fell. Everyone started in silence as they walked me pull my jeans over my white cotton thong. “You guys were having sex without me’ Lindsey said and threw off her shirt. Her huge tits bounced as she jumped over me and right next to Matt. They kissed wildly as I looked at my 4 other friends. The blanket fell off of Greg and Jessie and Greg continued to fuck Jessie. Sarah and Tony looked stunned. I looked back as Matt began to suck Lindsey’s DD breasts. Lindsey moaned and jerked off Matt’s cock. After several minutes of this Sarah took off her bra and shirt and rubbed Tony’s dick as he squeezed her tits. Jessie and Greg continued to fuck away. Lindsey got up off the couch and tried to chug a large bottle of vodka, she put the bottle down ‘Matt I’ll show you how a real girl fucks’ Lindsey yelled as she threw her jeans and black panties off. Matt got up and easily put his cock into Lindsey’s pussy. Lindsey ground her pussy against Matt’s cock, she picked up the vodka took a drink and then poured some on her tits. Matt then squeezed and little the enormous tits like no tomorrow. They dropped to the floor, Matt on top as Lindsey poured vodka in her mouth and all over her body. Lindsey screamed as Matt furiously fucked her pussy. ‘I’m cummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg’ Lindsey shouted as Matt tensed up and shot his load into Lindsey’s stomach.
I turned to Greg and Jessie. Jessie was riding Greg reverse cowgirl on Greg’s 8 inch cock on the floor. Jessie screamed in pain and pleasure while squeezing her own breasts. Jessie fell over after cumming. Greg pulled his cock out of Jessie’s pussy and squirted his cum all over Jessie’s back. They also fell asleep.
I decided I needed to get some too so I walked over to Sarah and Tony. Sarah was naked giving Tony a blowjob. I pulled Sarah off and put her on the floor. Tony got up and slowly inserted his cock into Sarah’s pussy. I watched Tony break Sarah’s hymen and I soon got up on Sarah’s face. Sarah quickly licked my drenched pussy. I shouted as Sarah was licking in, out, and all around my cunt. Tony seeing his first real lesbian scene came in Sarah’s pussy. I pushed Tony out of the way and Sarah and I got into a 69. I licked the cum out of Sarah’s pussy as I felt my orgasm build up. Sarah put me over the edge as she stuck her finger up my ass. I bucked wildly as my juices went all over Sarah’s face. This was enough to get Sarah to cum ‘ohhhhhhh shittttttttt’ she yelled as she love juices leaked to the floor.
We all fell asleep on the carpeted floor in a heap.    ÂÂ
As she lay there in Jonathan's arms sleeping peacefully, Jonathan looked down at her face his eyes zeroing in on her pouty lips. He wanted to taste those lips again so he leaned over and lightly brushed his tongue across her bottom lip. She shifted her head away and rolled onto her back. Jonathan smiled at the full frontal view he had of her thick, luscious body. Her heavy breasts having shifted towards the sides of her body due to gravity moved up and down with the even rhythm of her breathing. He loved her nipples. They were dark but not too dark and when they hardened in passion they were like little pebbles. Jonathan's gaze traveled down the length of her body. Her stomach wasn't flat and had stretch marks but that didn't stop Jonathan from wanting to run his hand across her stomach
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. He placed his hand on her stomach and enjoyed the feel of the stretch marks under his hand. His hand moved slowly down between her legs. She instinctively opened her legs wider and Jonathan was able to stroke her pussy folds as he looked at her face, willing her to wake up.
She opened her eyes and smiled at Jonathan enjoying the feel of his hand between her thighs. She wanted to feel him inside of her again but first she wanted to taste him. She rolled Jonathan over and straddled him. She could feel his hard cock throbbing against her still moist pussy. She began to kiss Jonathan on the neck just behind the ear. Jonathan released a gentle sigh. Slowly, taking her time she moved down Jonathan's body kissing and nibbling until she got to the prize that she wanted. She braced her arms on either side of Jonathan as she knelt on the bed between his legs. His cock was fully hard and she knew that it was screaming at her to just kiss it. She leaned over and gently kissed the tip. Jonathan's cock jumped at the touch and she smiled. She rained gentle kisses up and down the shaft of Jonathan's cock enjoying the sounds of pleasure escaping from Jonathan's lips.
She nudged Jonathan's cock into an upright position with her mouth and took him in all the way to the back of her throat. Jonathan groaned excitedly at the swift and smooth way she took him in. He looked down at her head and loved the contrast of her brown skin against his lighter wheat colored skin. He'd been with Black women before but this one was blowing his mind. No, she wasn't the most beautiful woman, but the way she looked up at him as she sucked on his cock made him want to drown in those deep chocolate brown eyes of hers. In Jonathan's mind, she was the cutest, sexiest woman he'd ever had the pleasure of being with. Jonathan braced himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. She began to play with the spit that had worked up on Jonathan's cock and Jonathan could feel himself about to explode at the sight of the spit trailing from her mouth to his cock. He didn't want it to be over yet, so he stopped her and pulled her up to him. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his back as he sat in the middle of the bed. He kissed her passionately wanting to express to her the only way he knew how, how she had just made him feel.
She began to grind on his cock allowing Jonathan to feel her juices mix with her spit and Jonathan swiftly rolled her over onto her knees. He knelt behind her and looked at her nice, thick ass facing him in the air. She had some junk in the trunk and Jonathan couldn't help but give one of her butt cheeks a light swat. She giggled at his playfulness. Finally, Jonathan reached over the side of the bed to find his pants and rummaged around in his pants pocket and found what he was looking for. He sheathed his rock hard cock with the condom and slowly entered her juicy waiting pussy from behind. Gawd!! She was tight. Her pussy felt as if it had a vice grip on his cock and it was hard for Jonathan not to just lose all sanity and explode right then and there. He didn't want the sensation to end and he wanted her to really enjoy herself. He gently shoved her down onto the bed and lay on her back so that he could whisper in her ear as he gently pumped his cock into her pussy. He whispered how good she felt and how he never wanted to stop. He whispered how incredibly sexy she was to him. He whispered that he would make her feel things she never felt before.
Never having had a man communicate with her during sex, drove her wild. She immediately came and Jonathan couldn't believe how wet she had gotten from just a few words and some well placed strokes. She gripped the sheets and began to buck up against Jonathan wanting to take him in as deep as he could go. Jonathan wasn't ready to cum yet and he knew if he continued to allow her to buck up against him with her tight, wet, and now throbbing pussy, he wouldn't be able to resist. He pulled out and she groaned in dissatisfaction. He smiled down at her and rolled her over. He looked down into her passion filled eyes and knew at that moment that he would make love to this woman whenever and wherever. He was hooked!
He put her legs up on his shoulders marveling at how limber she was to be such a healthy woman. He rubbed his hands down her thick thighs as she reached down, gripped his cock and placed him back inside of her looking into his eyes the whole time. He slipped in easily and she grabbed his ass and silently pleaded for him to continue to give her the pleasure she never knew she could feel. He leaned down on top of her as she raised her legs back and opened herself up wide to him. He sank into the passion and began to thrust his cock into her in long, hard strokes. She scratched his back and demanded he fuck her harder. He complied. She pleaded that he fuck her even harder and faster. Jonathan began pumping his dick into her pussy with everything he had. They were flying as they both exploded simultaneously, violently shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. As they came back down to earth, they looked into each others eyes and smiled a smile to each other that just confirmed their new discreet relationship.
“Father do you need me at the store tomorrow afternoon?†Sara asked at dinner.
“Why no Sarah, I won’t be there myself in the afternoon, I have to take of some busi
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ness, but Mrs. Cunningham, you know, Bertha’s mother, is planning to work and mid-week evenings are never as busy Saturdays so she can handle the work alone.  What do you have in mind?â€
Sarah, hadn’t thought this all out, but the sensations that had ravaged her body we insistently demanding another visit with the good doctor although she could hardly tell her father she wanted a stranger to pleasure her body, so for the first time in her life, good little Sarah told a lie.
“I wanted to visit Mabel Hutton, you know she’s been sick and out of school all this last week.â€
“Yes I heard she has consumption. Too bad, she was a lovely girl.†He said as if she’d already died. Yes that would be the Christian thing to do, good-girl!†he praised her as if she was still five.
The next day she took a moment at noon and ran by the doctor’s train. His assistant was working the reception area and Sara inquired as to whether she could obtain another treatment that afternoon. The woman looked at her and smiled an understanding smile. “Quite a treat wasn’t it, sweet heart?
“Ah yes I suppose you could phrase it like that. It was… I don’t know how to explain it.â€
“No explanation needed my dear, none at all. Yes you can come at four-thirty. How are you free from school in the middle of the day?â€
“I came over on my lunch break. I often join my family at home for lunch because we live so close to school so no one questions my absence especially no Miss Becker, the poor woman is so overwhelmed with the younger grades, that us who are older hardly get attention.â€Â
“You don’t have to go right back then?â€
“No… not for a hour or more.â€
“I’ve no clients for a while so if you wish you can come back with me and I will help you be a little more comfortable until this afternoon’s appointment with the doctor.â€
Sarah couldn’t later explain, even to herself, her strange willingness to follow the beautiful woman, but she only knew that she’d do anything the woman ordered, no matter how degraded or sinful if might be. Her experience yesterday has filled her with longings she’d never had and that now wanted, indeed demanded to fully be experienced. Some detached part of her mind concluded that this must have been how Eve felt when she ate the forbidden fruit, enjoying the luscious thrill of that which had hitherto been forbidden.Â
The treatment room was small and private with a padded table and a chair for the practitioner. The table was short with gleaming raised metal supports at either side of the foot. The woman ordered her to strip and climb at top the table, which she willingly did. She didn’t know quite what to do when she found that table far too short her bottom was hanging off the edge, but the woman had long experience with inexperienced girls and gently pushed her legs back toward her chest, far back to her chest until she could place the feet in the cloth stirrups that hung from the metal supports.Â
Sarah relaxed her legs and was amazed at how completely exposed and vulnerable the table made her private areas and even more so at how excited she was at the idea of being vulnerable to anything these people might want to do to her. The wall at the foot of the bed held a full length mirror and she carefully examined her own image from the neatly spread legs down to her public mound and her hot pink opening already glistening with arousal to her tiny, pink, and very exposed anus which moved and contracted as she squirmed.
Her body suddenly seemed so wonderfully made, her sex she realized in that moment designed for a specific purpose. Her sex education was admittedly scant, but she’d seen horses mate, the huge male organ entering the female’s body and looking at herself for the first time she realized that she was designed to accept the male into her body and the thought of the huge horse’s organ violating her small opening brought her feelings of both terror and strangely, at the same time the desire to have one of the huge organs she’d seen on horses impale her immediately! She contemplated the idea of human male organs and whether they were as large as horses with both fear and more than a little longing curiosity. These duel feelings of pleasure and fear seemed totally a part of her current experience for there seemed not a part of her whole mind and body that was not confused or contradictory in some way.
She’d been so occupied she’d no paid attention to the other woman until she stood at the foot of the table and began to touch her legs with a knowledge and skill that not even the doctor had exhibited. Sara felt the woman’s hands massage her inner thighs, using just enough pressure so that it didn’t tickle and yet not really hard either. Her hands moved down her inner legs inching ever closer to the boiling cauldron that was getting wetter and wetter between her legs at last brushing over her pubic hair the hands parting to slid down either side of her labia, the woman skillfully tugging at each inner lip their movements transferred to her center of pleasure that was just now emerging from its covering.
Just when she was sure the woman would bring her to the peak of pleasure the hands left her sex to wander up to her still developing breasts with their ultra sensitive nipples. The soft fingers pinched, pulled, and twisted, oh so perfectly, while Sarah’s groans and cries of pleasure could no longer be contained.Â
The woman moved to her side and leaning over took first one and then the other nipple into her mouth making Sarah pant with uncontrolled lust. Sarah thought she was going to die of unmet pleasures until the woman’s hand reached down for her tiny node of pleasure while sucking her nipples much harder causing the whole area between Sarah’s legs to twitch and contact in pleasure just before her orgasm took her.
When Sarah could think once more the woman’s tongue was gently flicking her nipple with Sarah’s arms locked over her head as if fearful the woman would leave. Feeling foolish Sarah let go of her head, but the woman continue to work both her nipples with mouth and fingers, taking ten or fifteen minutes, never letting up until Sarah began to make noises of pleasure once more, then her mouth moved downward toward Sarah’s sex.
The idea that the human mouth could be used for pleasuring another person had not occurred to Sarah, however, there was no denying to massive wave of arousal that had flowed from her nipples to her pleasure center when the woman had suckled her now hardened tips. Now still coming to terms with what had just happened, the pleasuring tongue was beginning to probe in between the lips of her sex and if a hand had been enjoyable this was absolute heaven.
Sarah rode to flickering tongue and caressing lips making noises she was unaware of, as her whole world dissolved into that pleasuring mouth and two probing hands taking her higher and higher, yet not taking her out over the edge into the ultimate pleasure. She had to reach that special moment of release or she was going to go insane. The woman was driving her nearly frantic. Sarah reached up with both hands and began to tweak her own nipples feeling an almost electric shock of extra arousal from playing with them.  Then the woman’s hands suddenly pulled her labia way back and sucked hard on her exposed pleasure organ.          Sarah exploded into a second climax and then as the sucking continued was over whelmed as the organ became extraordinarily sensitive the sucking almost painfully too much and amid her cries of protest, her body launched its self into a series of three more climaxes in rapid succession leaving her nearly delirious with pleasure and her sex swollen and extraordinarily wet.
She found she was trembling when she at last rose and the woman kissed her full on the mouth—her first kiss and it full of her own sex juices and yet she never wanted it to end. She was filled with the odd desire to eat the other woman’s wetness and explore her body, to try and give back a little of pleasure she’d just received. The doctor’s skill had been wonderful, but this was something beyond belief and she was no longer able to contemplate the rightness or wrongness of any action and knew only that she had to have more and was glad for her afternoon appointment. She left for her afternoon at school amazed the woman knew how terrible her desire was and that if couldn’t wait until 4:30.
To be continued.
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I quietly opened the door to my sons’ bedroom, the light from the passage casting a beam of light on his bed. He was sleeping peacefully; as I watched him I thought how much he was like his father. God has it been two years since he was conceived. I turned left the room leaving the door ajar. As I descended the stairs Stephen was just coming out of the downstairs bedroom, tucking in his shirt and zipping up his fly, then checking out his appearance in the hall mirror before running a comb through his hair.
“Ok Dave it’ll be the same time next week†He said
“Yeh fine mate…every thing to your satisfaction†I asked
“Oh god yeah just peachy couldn’t be better as always†He replied.
My wife Ellen came from the room Stephen had just left moments before, pulling up the zip on her skirt and adjusting it.
“Goodnight Stephen…give my regards to your wife†She said
“Like bloody hell†He replied with a wide grin on his face and left closing the door behind him.
I followed Ellen to the large spacious lounge that was part of our early century villa. I watched as she moved one of the pictures on the wall and her fingers deftly twirled the knurled knob on the safe as she searched for the combination. The hundred dollars she held in her hand was placed inside along with the other three one hundred-dollar deposits we had made previously in the evening.
“Would you like a coffee my love†I asked
“Yeah I could murder one darling†She replied. I turned and headed for the kitchen
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Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Ellen turned to me smiled and said. “That’s for you darling I’ll leave you to it. Old man Smithies is right on time again as usual it must be loveâ€Â. The grin on her face getting bigger-------------My thoughts went back a couple of years-------------------
Ellen and I had taken time out to actually have a holiday together, the first in a long while.
Since re-discovering my homosexuality our lovemaking had not been the same. My sexual interests had turned more and more toward the male species.
When I’d met Ellen I thought she was so marvellous in fact she still is, it was I who was at fault not her. I had forgotten how beautiful and desirable a woman she was until that afternoon over two years ago. I married her because I was in love with her and I also thought it would cure my homosexuality. It did…for a while.
Then the firm I worked for was invited to a product launch. I always enjoyed product launches, a time to meet up with other members of the company and in general have a good time. It was always two to a room and this time I was sharing with a guy who I had never met. There was nothing sexy about him, he was perhaps the opposite. Average height balding, bearded face and a beer gut. I would never in a thousand years put him down as the guy who would get me back to my addiction to cock again.
The first day of the launch had gone well and at the finish I had gone back to the room, followed shortly by my room mate.
“Whew thank goodness that’s over…I need to take a shower†He said
He did not go to the bathroom to disrobe he merely started to undress there and then in front of me, peeling off each piece of garment and discarding them on the bed.
His body was not that of a Greek god, it was his cock that caught my eye. It had been quite some time since I’d been this close to a real live one. I tried hard not to be seen looking at it but what I saw did excite me a little in fact quite a lot.
I watched until his fat backside and big belly had entered the bathroom. He did not close the door or draw the shower curtain and from where I sat I had a good clear view as he turned on the shower and let the water cascade over his body. He sang and hummed softly to himself as he lathered on the soap. His body was pink and flabby and surprisingly devoid of hair just the bushy pubic hair from whence grew the piece of flesh that interested me. It seemed a little larger than when he had stood before me as his soaped hand fondled it.
I quickly looked away when he glanced up and caught me gazing at him.
When I heard the shower turn off I made sure my concentration was well and truly on the magazine I had picked up to read. He did not wrap the towel around himself instead he marched past me towel in hand and proceeded to dry himself when standing by his bed. A quick glance at his wet body, and at his wet cock, water still dripping down the slightly hard shaft.
“I think I’ll have a shower myself†I said, starting to disrobe. I was going to test this guy. I had a feeling he was sending out a message and was keen to see if I was reading him right.
When I was completely naked I lingered a little then dropped my watch on the floor, getting down on all fours to retrieve it. I pointed my hind end deliberately toward him letting him have a full view. Nothing was said and like him I proceeded to the shower leaving door and shower curtain open for further viewing, again when I’d finished I walked naked back to the room and picked up a towel drying myself off in front of him, keeping my hind end toward him for his further viewing. If I thought I was going to be jumped on and ravaged I was disappointed. In fact I thought I’d misread him completely. He merely dressed and said he was going to the bar for a drink.
Obviously my arse had no attraction to him and likewise I dressed and went to the bar where I stayed along with a few others until bedtime, returning to an empty room and climbing into bed and sleep.
The morning light was streaming in through the drawn curtains when I awoke. My room mate must have returned at whatever hour and gone to bed. I lay there contemplating the ceiling and feeling very disappointed that what I’d thought about had not happened.
I heard him groan then his voice “Shit is it morning alreadyâ€Â
“Yeah sure is…you must have got what you wanted last night†I said
“Naw not at all†He said
“If you don’t mind I might grab the shower first off†I said.
“Yeh go for it mate†He replied.
This time I did the same as last night I threw back the covers revealing my naked body (No night attire) and slowly walked to the shower, again leaving door and shower curtain open. I took a sly glance in his direction he was laying on his back hands behind his head and he was watching me as I showered. I made sure that he received a good long view of my rear end. Then shutting off the shower I walked back to the room picked up the towel and slowly started to dry myself.
He was quite open as he watched me towelling off his eyes running up and down my body.
“I’ll have my shower now†He said as he rose and like me had slept naked.
I continued to dry myself as I watched him in the shower twisting and turning under the cascading water. I openly watched as he soaped and washed himself.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat in the chair until he finished washing. It was the same as last night he made his way to his bed and started to dry himself off. My eyes were fixed on his cock when his voice broke my trance.ÂÂ
“Here would you like to touch it?†He asked.
Suddenly caught out I stammered “Oh no…I “
“No go on you can have a play with him…I know you want to†He said
“Oh look sorry I…â€Â
He took a few steps toward me, now standing right next to me. “Go on put it in your hand feel how good it is†He said invitingly.
Oh god I wanted to so much it was now or never. Once I did I knew I was lost forever. Like an alcoholic with that forbidden drink, if I touched it now it was all over for me.
“Go on I’ve seen you drooling over it, just reach out and touch itâ€Â
It felt soft and clammy in my hand as I squeezed and fondled it, but it was not going to stay that way for long, each moment I held it, each squeeze and fondle made it larger and larger, until it was full grown.
Oh god I was done for, a wonderful wanting feeling flowed through my body, and suddenly I was a homosexual again. It had been quite some time since feeling my last rock hard cock in the palm of my hand an it excited me no end to have one once again. They were beautiful objects when all hard. Skin stretched so tight around the hard shaft. That bulbous end and the Cyclops eye looking at me inviting me to kiss it.
“Mmmmm†It felt so good in my mouth as my tongue explored hungrily over the surface.
“Oh shit I should have woke you last night†He said
“Mmmmmm†was all I could say, trying to nod at the same time in agreement
His hands held my head firmly against his fat wet belly as I sucked eagerly like a man dying of thirst at the tap of life.
Up and down the hard shaft, hand, mouth and tongue creating havoc with our emotions. Then the great gasp from my partner “Ahhhhhh!†as the warm wet sticky fluid spread over my tongue and down my throat forcing me to gag as I fought to swallow it.
“I wasn’t sure about you last night†He said “I wanted to fuck you when I came back…I wasn’t too sure whether you did or didn’t’?†He said
“Did or didn’t do what?†I asked knowing full well what he meant
“Fuck†He said
“Well I guess we know what we will be doing tonight don’t we†I replied
“Yes…that arse of yours is going to be mine†He said.
It was around ten that night when he eventually entered me. His arse rose and fell on mine sending his cock in and out his balls banging against my bum. His fat belly slapped down on top of me, his weight pushing me into the mattress as he arse rose and fell, his cock, the first cock in a quite some time giving me a long overdue fuck.
It was good to feel a mans hot breath on my neck, hear his heavy excited breathing and grunting with each stroke and thrust. “Uh…uh…uh…†Thrust, thrust, thrust.
That was it. I’d had the forbidden fruit. I was a homosexual again eager to make up for lost time, which I did; any male seaming to have a sexual interest in me was encouraged. Sexual interest in Ellen starting to wane.
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Thus it was as I walked the beech that hot sunny summer morning, the warm golden sand beneath my feet. I’d left Ellen at the rented beach house to read and sunbathe; unaware of what was going to take place a couple or so hours later.
I liked to search for good quiet sunbathing areas where I could strip naked, feel the warm zephyr like breeze move gently and sensually over my body. There was something about being naked that I liked. The place I was heading for was a spot I’d found a couple of days ago and it gave me a great opportunity to work on an all over tan. As I walked further and further down the beach away from the populated popular area. I could hear the sea gulls screeching and scattering as I approached. The gentle lapping of the surf. There was little of it today; it certainly wasn’t a surfer’s paradise at present. I waded part way in feeling the cool salt water around my feet and ankles.
“Ah here we are my own little place†I thought to myself. Up the rising sand dunes with their grassy tussock, if I kept walking I would come to bush and pine trees, but today I just wanted to strip naked and catch the summer suns rays on naked body.
I dropped into the sandy hollow, throwing my knapsack to the ground. One last look around. To the north where I’d come from nothing, not even a speck. To the south a tiny dot someone out walking but not hear enough to worry about.
First I discarded my shirt, and then stepped out of my shorts and undies. The hot sun and breeze moving over my body. Oh god it felt so good, so sensual first a breeze then the warm sun caressing my buttocks Oh god I’d love to be fucked right now. I thought
I reached into the knapsack and took out the beach towel, spreading it on the warm sand, then the suntan lotion, spreading it liberally over my body. Now lying on my back, eyes closed as I daydreamed, daydreams about some nice hunk that would join me in a little bit of cock fun.
Time to turn over on my stomach; let the sun at my back and bare buttocks. I lay with head resting on my arms as I returned to my fantasies. They were suddenly shattered by the sound of a voice.
“Hi there buddy, mind if I join you, you got yourself a real good pozzy thereâ€ÂOh god I felt so embarrassed at being caught out.
“Oh er, yes, yes I guess so†I stammered, at the same time looking for something to cover my nakedness with.
He must have read my mind as he said “No don’t bother covering up I’ll join you, I doubt if anyone else will be along to join us…or disturb us†It was the way he said disturb us that got my mind working. Hey this could be the guy I’d been fantasying about all afternoon, after all who would join a naked bloke on the beach.
He threw his own knapsack down next to mine removing a beach towel and spreading it close to my towel.
“Hey that back of yours is going to get red raw, you got any lotion on it†He asked
“Er no I couldn’t reach there†I replied.
“Well I think I should spread some on for you…better be safeâ€Â
I rested my head on my arms again, letting him rummage in his bag for some lotion.
“Ohhhh†I said as the cool liquid hit my body. Firm hands followed massaging the fluid into my skin.
“Mmmmm! That feels real good†I said as his hands worked their magic. Around my neck down to the small of my back and up again, over and over.
“You like that†He asked
“Mmmmm it makes me feel real good†I replied. I was starting to get that feeling in my loins
“Yeh I thought it would†He said
A cool squirt hit my buttocks, followed by warm firm hands squeezing and massaging them. Adrenalin started pumping through my veins. I was filled with sudden excitement.
“How about that then†He asked
“Oh god yes, that’s great†I replied.
His firm hands and fingers squeezing and caressing.
The next squirt hit the crevice between my buttocks and started to trickle between my legs and thighs. A finger followed searching for my love tunnel entrance, then thrusting inward.
“Ohhh, ahhhh†I gasped, at the same time letting my legs part a little and thrusting upward onto the inserted finger.
“Now what about that, how does that feel my fiend†He asked.
“Oh god that is fantastic†I eagerly replied, letting my pelvis and hips work in time with his finger fucking.
“I’ve got something even better for you†He said
“Oh what’s that?†I replied and at the same time turning my head toward him for the first time.
“OH MY GOD†I exclaimed as my eyes fell upon the biggest cock I’d ever had the privilege to see, and Id seen quite a few big cocks in my time.
He must have read panic in my eyes as he flung himself on top of me pinning me to the deck.
“Hey, hey take it easy…just relax it’s going to be ok, it’ll go in alright…trust me†He said as my heart pounded in my chest.
I could feel the warm contour of his enlarged penis against my skin, hard and throbbing. His pelvis moved back and forth, his cock pressed firmly against my buttocks.
“Now just image that inside you buddy…would you like that?†He asked
My mouth was dry. I could only croak “Oh god yes pleaseâ€Â
“Then just relax and between us we’ll get it inâ€Â
He wasn’t going to let me change my mind as he lay on top of me. He reached for the sun lotion and first one finger then two fingers he slowly with and enlarged my entrance, making sure I had a liberal amount of lubricant.
“Now some on my shaft and we are in business†He said
“You ready for it pal†He asked
“Yeh, yeh…go for it†I said at the same time reaching for the cheeks of my ass and pulling them apart.
“Ok…just relax, completely relax†He said as I felt the large bulbous end caress the entrance, he pressed inward.
“Ohhh, ahhhh†I was saying
“Just relax buddy it’s going in†He said
Another deep breath, relax, relax
My love tunnel slowly opened and enlarged as he pressed inward.
Oh god I think I can feel it partly inside. I thought to myself
“It’s going in old buddy, I’ve got the head in†He said
Yes he was right I could feel it, it was in. His hips and pelvis twisted and pushed and inch by inch I felt myself being enlarged. There was no doubt he was going to get it in. I could now boast that this was the biggest cock I’d ever had.
“Oh buddy I’m right in there now…how does it feel?†He asked
“Oh my…just fabulous…I can’t believe we did it†I replied “It must look real good†I said
There was a pause then a reply. “It looks real good…your arse is stretched wide open…it’s never going to be the same again†He said. Then laughed and added “You’ll have a funny walk from now onâ€Â
I felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear “I’m going to fuck you now buddy†I felt the shaft slide in and out as his arse rose and fell, rose and fell. Thrust, thrust, thrust…easy steady motions. My pussy ass becoming accustomed to its new size.
As he bounced up and down he could feel the contours of my bum with each inward thrust.
“Hey what’s your name pal†He said as his shaft slid back and forth.
“David†I said
“Hey I’m Michael†He replied
I laughed and said “Very pleased to meet you Michael†He laughed and replied “Me tooâ€Â
“You got a regular boy friend David†He asked
“No I’m married†I replied
“So you have a husband†He said assuming it was a homosexual relationship
“No a wife, female, women†I said
“Oh sorry I assumed it was another male you were withâ€Â
“No she is a real live woman†I said
“So do you fuck her on a regular basis?â€Â
“No not really… our relationship has lessened in the past year or so…I rarely fuck her now†I replied
“So who fucks her for you†He asked
“No one she wouldn’t do that†I said
“Oh yeh she must be a cold non feeling women then†He said
“No I don’t think so she’s very attractive†I replied.
“And no one is fucking her…you must be very naïve if you think thatâ€Â
“She just wouldn’t do that sort of thing†I replied
“So you get yourself fucked by a bloke and you think that your wife wouldn’t do the same thing…does she know you’re a poofta†He asked
“Of course not…I keep that part secret†I said
“She is probably doing the same thing†He said
“No not Ellen†I said defiantly
“I bet I could get to fuck†He said challengingly
“I bet you couldn’t†I said again more defiantly
All the time his arse was rising and falling, pumping his hard cock back and forth. He was obviously a talker. Some guys loved to talk as they fucked, this was one of them.
“Ok you’re on…$100 says I get to fuck herâ€Â
He was calling my bluff, there was no way he was going to get to fuck Ellen but I was unsure of myself I hesitated
“Come on put your money where your mouth is†He said
“Oh I don’t know†I said hesitating.
“Look I’ll make it easy for you…if I don’t get to fuck her I pay you $100…if I do fuck her it’s quits…let’s just say I get to fuck her for $100…you owe me nothingâ€Â
It sounded too good to be true. “Yeh, yeh you’re on†I said hesitantly.
“Oh great†He whispered closely in my ear two fucks in one day, first the husband then the wifeâ€Â
He sounded too confident; now on consideration I may have been too hasty.
Thrust, thrust, thrust went his cock. His arse rising and falling at a steady rate.
“Oh god isn’t fucking just the best things in the world†He said excitedly. “God yes, yes†I replied excitedly
His arse was continuing to rise and fall his shaft piston like in its action. I would love to have a picture of it to see what it looked like.
The motion was speeding up his arse pounding faster and faster
“Oh I feel all excited now…I’m going to cum†He said
There was no great outburst or exclamations. Three final thrusts, then he lay still. The monster was pulsing and throbbing its final moments, warm sticky sperm spewing from the hard shaft filling my own love tunnel.
We remained locked together as we both felt the afterglow of our love making. Lying there I could hear the gulls squawking and gentle surf lapping on the foreshore, the slurping sound as his cock withdrew, limp and exhausted
“God if your wife is as good as you to fuck I’m going to have a great day†He said.
Perhaps this was not a good idea. How was he going to approach the subject? Did we just walk in an say “Hey honey this is Michael he’s a great guy he’s here to fuck you sweetheart†I could see no way he was going to get between those lovely legs of Ellen’s
“I’m for a swim†He announced and then was up and off, out of the sand bunker and streaking down to the water stark naked. I watched as he dived head long into the surf, well what surf there was. Then taking a look around the area to make sure we had no prying eyes I followed suit. The cool salt water felt good as I likewise plunged beneath the surface.
He continued to ask questions about Ellen what was she like, how had we met, does she work, blond, redhead brunette. I told him everything.
“Hmmm I like blondes†He said “Is she a real blonde----I mean I’m going to find out†He said with a smile.
“She’s a real blonde†I replied.
“Who was it you said was fucking her†He asked
“No one fucks her†I said getting a little irritated at his remarks
“Where she works---what about a male colleagueâ€Â
“No there’s no one†I replied but he’d suddenly got me thinking. Neville----Neville Granger he’s always sniffing around----he is somewhat older but a good-looking guy Ellen would like him. There was the odd time I’d come home and his car was outside, but I’d never caught them at it, we were all good friends could it be Neville.
The more I thought about it the wilder my imagination became.
It would be quite easy for him to slip her a length and without me catching them. The bedroom was at the front of the house, if she was to pull her skirt up and her knickers down, all he had to do was unzip his fly remove his stiff cock and insert it into her. If they heard my car it would take only moments for him to pull out, her to pull up her knickers and straighten her skirt. He on the other hand would have his stiff member safely tucked back in his trousers not forgetting the zip and the pair of them back in the lounge looking the picture of pure innocents. God yes it could be. Now I wondered if it would be easier than I’d anticipated for Michael to slip Ellen a length of that monster of his.
Our swimming over I followed Michael up the beach back to the sand dunes, the sight of his naked body tight arse end making me excited once more. Even slack as it was it was impressive, but what disturbed me was that I was excited at the prospect of watching it being inserted into Ellen. I shook my head to clear and rid myself of such thoughts as we picked up our towels and dried off. My eyes were never off his cock or my thoughts on what might be later in the afternoon.
Packing our gear we walked back along the beach, each step taking us nearer to our beachhouse and Ellen. My responses to his questions were automatic; my mind wasn’t on them. The nearer we got, the faster was my heart rate, my stomach in a knot, my mouth dry. Oh jeez it was going to be all on I thought.
A question from Michael got my attention. “Do you want to watch†He asked
“Eh---what?†I replied suddenly taken aback.
“Do you want to watch me fuck Ellenâ€â€your wife†He asked again.
He was real sure, very confident he was already calling her Ellen. God he’s going to do it, I knew deep down he was going to do it, what does he know that I don’t. My mind had already been playing pictures of them together.
“Er yes, yes I’d like that†I stammered watching his smiling face.
“Well when we get there you introduce me, offer some refreshments then take off and leave us alone for a while---let me go to work on her---get her confidence. If your around she may not respond so well---you can come back and watch---if you want†He said with a wink and a grin on his face a mile wide.
We entered the property from the beach, walking to the covered patio. Ellen was laying on one of the two sunbeds. God I’d forgotten how great she looked. People buy houses because of there views and for a while stand and admire that view day after day, then it becomes ho-hum and forget it’s there until one day someone who has never seen it before comes along to remind you just how great that view is. Today was such a day as she lay back dressed in just a bikini, skimpy blue bottom and skimpy blue top, her sensuous sun tanned body looked real desirous inside it. The look on Michael’s face said it all; it was beaming with excited anticipation. His eyes exploring every inch. The cleavage of her well-formed moulded breasts, down and over her flat stomach, his imagination working furiously at what lay beyond the material that was the bottom part of her bikini. Right now there would be a stirring in his loins, perhaps a little stiffening of his cock.
“Ellen this is Michael; Michael this is Ellen†I said introducing them. “I have offered Michael some liquid refreshmentâ€Â
Pushing her sunglasses on top of her head she smiled one of her most charming smiles and greeted our guest.
Michael took the opportunity to grab the other sunbed and stretched out alongside Ellen.
“Hey I’ll get us some fruit juice-----orange alright with you Michael†I asked
“Whatever’s going†He replied. I went to the fridge my hands trembling, legs feeling weak as I took the jug containing the fruit juice and three glasses back to the patio.
The conversation seemed to be going well, mind Ellen was a good conversationalist and I would think Michael was also.
I poured three glasses handing one of them to Michael, at the same time his head and eyes giving a quick nod to the right and his lips silently wording “Fuck offâ€Â
“Hey sweetheart did we have some of those chocolate cookies leftâ€Â
“No of course not---you know darn well you finished them last nightâ€Â
“Oh shit yeah that’s right---I’ll just nip to the local store---won’t be longâ€Â
The silently moving lips of Michael’s seemed to be mouthing. Twenty minutes.
I took off slowly down the drive heading for the local store, this far from the city centre it was the only one. My thoughts were going mad, Michael alone with my wife, just what was happening right now as step by step I slowly made my way to purchase the cookies.
There were more people than usual there and I had to wait my turn deep in thought. I selected the type I liked and whilst I waited I perused the magazine stand, the girlie mags caught my eye. On the cover of one was the picture of a voluptuous young female hugging herself thus forcing and accentuating of her breasts being held in place by the black laced edge bra. He smooth legs were encased in black nylon stockings that were being held up by the black suspender belt the white thighs a real turn on. The face seemed that of Ellen as I gazed pensively at the photo. Hands---Michael’s hands were roaming, touching, exploring her body. A voice broke into those thoughts “Hey can I help you fellah?†It was the storeowner; the other customers had gone it was him and me now. I looked back at the young girls’ picture. It was nothing like Ellen
“Oh sorry lost in thought†I croaked mouth dry          limbs shaking
He seemed to want to talk I wasn’t really listening to him, my own thoughts were on the beachhouse and what or where was Michael up to now. A customer broke up our conversation and I left the store, with heart pounding. My strides were a little quicker but limbs weak; surely I’d given him enough time.
I strode up the garden path expecting to hear voices conversing with each other. No it was quiet. When I reached the sunbeds I knew something was on. Ellen’s blue bikini top lay on the ground. Into the house, I moved quietly through the kitchen placing the cookies on the bench. Nothing! I stood there head cocked to one side listening, then a murmur from down the passage. I followed the sound. I could hear her moans and then there on the floor leading to the bedroom was Ellen’s bikini bottom half.
Oh no, no I don’t believe it, it can’t be, as I slowly took the final step and peered around the open door.
Oh my god. The sight before me was unbelievable it could not be happening. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming it.
There was Ellen naked as, on her back knees bent, those lovely legs wide apart. He finger was inserted into the wet pink slit of the blond fury glen that was nestled between her thighs a soft low moaning came from her.
Michael was just removing his shorts and undies his big throbbing cock was in his hand. Moving on to the bed and kneeling between her widely spread legs. He pointed the monster at her wet slit. It was a magnificent beast to behold. The tapered end, the corona, then the vine like veins winding all the way up the shaft. It was like a giant torpedo being prepared to be placed in the launching tube. I watched as the bulbous end touched the moist lips.
I raised my hand in the air in protest. Screaming at him to stop. The only trouble was nothing came out of my mouthâ€â€not a sound. I stood there watching like some statue in the park. He pushed onward, lips parting, her cunt eating up the monster that was being fed into it. Inch by inch it vanished inside her until all that was left was the sack coating his big balls that were dangling beside her arse.
I heard her gasp “Ahhhhh†Her back arched, buttocks rose upward forcing herself onto the hard shaft. I couldn’t move I was frozen to the spot. Her cunt was stretched wide open just as my own love tunnel had been earlier in the day.
He threw his head back, eyes closed, his hands moving down her legs feeling her warm thighs---- thighs that had been impaled on his warm hard shaft along with her cunt. A long intake of his breath through clenched teeth as he relished on the feeling he was getting from penetration.
 “Oh my god that feels so gooood†He declared.
Now he covered her body with his, arms around her hugging her tightly. His lips and mouth kissing her neck and ear. Then in a loud whisper for me to hear he declared.
“Now I’m going to fuck her Davidâ€Â
My eyes dropped to his hind end, his arse was well formed tight with a nice contour to it. In fact his whole body was so perfect. I watched as it rose up, then dropped back down, rose and fell. Thrusting in to her. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Stroke after stroke. Oh god he was, yes he was fucking her and it was my wife he was fucking. I should be pulling him off shouting at him to leave her alone, but I wasn’t I was enjoying it, a feeling stirring in my loins at the sight before me. I could only imagine the shaft now sliding back and forth between Ellen’s thighs, he sighs and moaning was enough to tell me she was enjoying it. I could hear the squelch and slurp as his arse end gyrated. More screams of delight from Ellen.
For the first time I looked at her, her eyes were wide glazed and staring at me but she wasn’t seeing me, she had no apprehension of me being there. I could have been a million miles away. My cock was getting harder by the minute watching Michael bounce up and down on top of her. I started to undress.
I heard Michael say “Do you like watching a real man fuck your wife Davidâ€Â
My reply was barely heard as I croaked “Yes, oh yesâ€Â
He stopped his motions then raised himself up letting me view the scene between her thighs. “Take a look at that David does that excite you†He asked I could only nod in agreement at what I could see.
His hard shaft was now wet, covered with Ellen’s cunt juice. His hips moved a few times letting me see the monster moving, sliding inside her. Then laughing he threw himself back into the job at hand. Thump, thump, thump.
I now stood beside the bed naked stroking my own hard inadequate cock.
I could watch Michael fuck my wife all day, I found it so exciting.
I heard the slurp as Michael withdrew from within. Then turning her over and placing her on all fours, I could see her now well fucked slit, then with hands firmly on her hips he penetrated from behind. Again I head her gasp “Ahhhhh!†as he entered. I loved the sight of the shaft vanishing inside her. Now I could see quite plainly his hard cock as it moved back and forth, first all the way in then a glimpse as it returned only to vanish from sight again and again and again. He thrust into her harder and harder. She was screaming for more “Oh yes, yes, yes†“Harder, harder, harderâ€Â. The perspiration was starting to show on Michael.
I heard the slap, slap, slap as his thighs pushed up hard against her hind end. Her blond hair hanging down and her firm breasts bouncing back and forth with each powerful forward stroke. I was sexually excited watching. Ellen’s naked form was perfect, taught skin the nice firm rounded hind end that Michael was pounding away at, all added to the excitement. His hands running sensually over her body touching, exploring. Smoothly over her rounded buttocks, up over her back and shoulders, then under, closing around her firm breasts squeezing, massaging. Fingers caressing the hardened nipples.
The look on Ellen’s face said it all, she was enjoying it, but not alone, Michael’s hips were swaying back and forth, the expression of sheer joy on his face also.
“Oh fuck yes, yes†I heard him whispering eyes closed.
Ellen’s “Oha, oha, oha†Keeping in time with the swaying hips. “Oh god she’s a great fuck David†He gasped as if short of breath. Every once in a while he would stop, gyrate his hips a few times. Ellen screaming out each time he did so. Her hands firmly holding and squeezing his buttocks as she tries so hard to pull him further inside her warm pulsating cunt.
He pushes her forward into the mattress falling on top. His arse pounding faster and faster. His breath coming in quick short pants “Uh, uh, uh, uhâ€Â
“Oh I can’t hang on much longer I’m going to cum inside of her†He declared.
“Oh god no, no you’re not using a condom and I don’t know if she’s been taking the pill’ I said
“Too late Dave I’m going all the way buddy†His arse pounding up and down in a great frenzyâ€â€Then one final thrust and pause, I knew right then his cock was spewing out his seed, the millions of tadpoles rushing through her passage eager to fertilise her eggs. Another thrust as he released a further squirt of sperm, pauses. Then a final thrust and a final squirt of semen, before he collapses exhausted on top of her.
I stare transfixed at the scene before me. Michael turning toward me.
“Well you didn’t get $100---but you don’t have to pay me any money either---she was worth every cent of $100---you should get her to do it more regular†He said
He removed his defunct penis, still showing signs of her pussy juices. I hear Ellen still moaning from the pounding she has just taken, then roll on her back bend her knees and part her legs. The gash between her legs was all pink and wet, like a nice ripe melon, my eyes transfixed my mouth hungry and eager to feed on it.
Michael can see that hunger in my eyes.
“Hey why don’t you give her a fuck David---she may be a little slack for you but she’s all opened up and ready for itâ€Â
My mouth dry, voice weak I nod and murmur agreement.
Then slip first one leg then the other leg over my shoulders, hands on her firm buttocks, my mouth and lips bite into the sweat moist flesh, my tongue delving well into her crevice licking at her love nub. I taste a cocktail mix of sperm and pussy fluids. I feel heady, light-headed and intoxicated with its taste.
Her excited screams are muffled as her warm thighs clamp my ears and head like earmuffs her hands also holding on tightly, her back arches up pushing her pussy onto my warm mouth and tongue. The orgasm flows through her body
It was never going to be long and drawn out. I was ready to cum. I quickly pulled my mouth away and frantically pushed my hard cock into her warm moist and inviting velvet lined cunt. I let out a great sigh “Ohhhhhh†and with less than a dozen strokes and a final upward thrust sperm spewed from my hard penis.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god†Was all I could manage as I felt myself being drained. I lay in Ellen’s’ arms enjoying the afterglow of passion, removing a pubic hair from my mouth. The first I’d enjoyed with her in a long time. Sleep swept over both of us and it was a while later when I awoke our arms still entwined. I looked around the bedroom, there was no sign of Michael, Ellen stirred opened her eyes, they were now clear and focused.
“Ohhh, mmmmm†She purred squeezing me tight “That was wonderful darling---we haven’t made love like that for a long time---it must be the sea air that does itâ€Â
What about Michael I thought, does he figure in this.
“Did your friend what’s his name leave?†She asked
“Er yes, yes he went earlier†I replied
“Oh just as well†She giggled “We wouldn’t want him seeing what we were doingâ€Â
“Oh, er no, no that would never do†I replied.
Hell she doesn’t remember what has gone on this afternoon. I thought to myself.
“Mmmm----we must do it more often†She murmured in my ear.
The first sign was when she missed a period. After a visit to the doctor it was confirmed she was pregnant. At first she blamed me for not being careful enough with our lovemaking. Then we both became used to the situation and looked forward to the birth. The day arrived and we had a boy and as he grew I could see Michaels’ likeness in him. I started to feel guilty about the whole thing and I could not let it go on. Our lovemaking was on the decline again and I thought I was not being fair to her by hiding my homosexuality. I decided to come clean
One day I sat her down and blurted out the whole sorry affair. I waited for the bomb to explode at the end, but she just sat there looking at me quietly for what seemed an eternity.
“Well seeing as it’s the time for confessing---I’ve got to tell you that Neville and I have been having an affair for quite some timeâ€Â
“Ha---I knew it I thought you were---Michael said….â€Â
“Oh you’re boyfriend…and hero Michael said…are you in love with him?†She asked
“No of course not I never was he was just a one off…I never saw him after that day†I replied
“Tell me truthfully did you enjoy watching as he screwed me?â€Â
I swallowed hard and replied “Yes…yes I did†Trying to read her reaction to my answer.
She just looked long and hard.
“I’ll get some gear and move out†I said
Her answer was cool and very unexpected “No don’t bother you might as well stay here…after all we have a son to take care of…even if he is the result of your boyfriends seed…a hundred dollars…is that what he said?â€Â
“A hundred dollars what?†I asked
You said Michael would pay me a hundred dollarsâ€Â
I realised what she meant. “Yes that’s what he said…a hundred dollarsâ€Â
Life seemed to settle remarkably well after that, more than I’d ever dreamed it would do. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
It was approximately three months later, life seemed normal. We were sitting in the lounge, I’d found a good novel and Ellen was on the computer.
I heard the door bell ring and I was about to get up to answer it
“Leave it, it’s for me†She said
I looked at her quizzically wondering how she could know it was for her.
I heard their voices, one of them a mans, there was talking then nothing…just quiet. I could stand it no longer my curiosity got the better of me and I went into the hall to see who it was. Nothing, nobody there…I searched the down stairs rooms…nothing. Then climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. The spare bedroom door was closed. I tried the door knob but the door was locked. I pressed my ear to the door. There was no doubt about the sound that was coming from within
“Huh, huh, huh†The bed-head making knocking sound in time. Donk, donk, donk. It was the sound of fucking. What was going on? I would wait and ask her after they finished. I turned and quietly made my way back downstairs to the lounge. I couldn’t really concentrate on the book. I sat waiting watching the clock on the mantelpiece as the time ticked away, my mind trying not to visualise the guy upstairs fucking Ellen.ÂÂ
At last voices, they were coming back. The guy taking a look in the hall mirror adjusting his appearance running a comb through his hair. It was the person who I would get to know as Stephen…one of many Stephens’.
Ellen descending the stairs her fist gripping dollar bills, one hundred of them as it turned out.
When the guy had left I looked at her the question on my mind.
“Don’t bother asking…he’s a client only. I got to thinking about your boy friend Michael saying he would pay me a hundred dollars. So I bought a cell phone, put an add in the paper and have built up my own business…and seeing as you don’t mind guys screwing me you shouldn’t have a problem with this†She said
I was speechless; there was nothing I could say. I’d admitted to her that I liked watching as Michael had fucked her but I never thought it would have gone this far.
“So how many clients do you have?†I asked
“Twenty regular plus the casuals’†She replied
“And all pay $100 a time†I asked
“Every one of them…on that Michael was right†She said.
I just stood there mouth open speechless staring at her.
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We converted the spare room downstairs into a bedroom. It seemed to make more sense than the upstairs bedroom.
I could listen to the sounds being emitted from within. I should really put a two way mirror in one day.
I suggested we should have a little brother or sister for Jason. Maybe you should stop taking the pill and not use condoms. One of the clients could be the father.
“And what if the baby turned out to be black†She asked
I’d forgotten that she had four black clients. “Doesn’t matter, he or she would still be welcome†I said
 “If I do have another it will be to Nevilleâ€Â
“Does he still fuck you†I asked
“Yesâ€Â
“But he’d never leave his wife for you would he?â€Â
“No but that would not matter†She replied
I remember a time I stood outside listening to the love making
“Oh no, no not there please†I heard Ellen pleading
“Come on, come on you bitch, you’ll love it up thereâ€Â
“Oh no, oh no I can’t…oh, ah ouch! No pleaseâ€Â
There was a pause as he struggled to get it in
“There now that’s better…you like that honey…you feel nice and tightâ€Â
I knew where he was and what he was doing; she was going to get an arse full of cum.
Next morning at breakfast she said
“I don’t know how you could enjoy having a man put it up your arse…I got no enjoyment from itâ€Â
“Well you’ve got all the right running gear…I don’t I make use with what I’ve gotâ€Â
It got me to thinking…the result…the door bell that night.
“That’s for you darling I’ll leave you to it. Old man Smithies is right on time again as usual it must be loveâ€Â. The grin on her face getting bigger. Don’t forget I’ve got an all nighter to night. Trevor will be here after he’s finished with the clubs.
“Christ! How time fly’s I thought it was only last week he was here†I said. “I’ll give you a call about midday and a cuppa ehâ€Â
“That would be great darling…thanksâ€Â
An all night session was hard on her. It meant all night. No guy wanted to pay $600, have a one off fuck and then go to sleep with a good looking blond next to him
I let old man Smithies in.
“Straight through Andy…now let’s get rid of those pent up frustrations ehâ€Â
“He, he, he†He laughed through his toothless wicked grin. His bony hand gripping my left buttock tight and squeezing it hard.
“Yeh you sexy bastard you…first you suck then I fuck eh!…he, he, he.â€Â
ahoma?="" mso-bidi-font-family:="" script?;="" nimbus="">His Story – The Scene is set
I knew it was going to be a good night tonight. As I was getting ready, I grinned evilly while I contemplated what I was going to do tonight. I was wearing my Italian leather shoes; a pair of black trousers that would help me to remain unnoticed in the crowds and a loose fitting light coloured flannel shirt. And of course, as always my lucky pounamu, a Maori good luck stone. Somehow, I always know this helps guide my way.
I leave in the taxi waiting outside, the hot night air upon me. As I sit in a pleasurable silence, lost again to my world of contemplation, I imagine the night that lies ahead. Finally arriving at my destination, the sounds of the night already fill the air and a warm scent of candles light my way as I pay the driver and walk confidently towards the club. I reach the doors. I’m patted down by the bouncer, looking for any excuse to deny my entry, but, finding none, I flash my best smile and walk confidently past him. I pay my money and wonder into the depths of the club. The music beating hard and loud, the place is already filling up nicely. Good, I didn’t arrive too early. And then I see her. Just a fleeting glimpse, as she stands at the bar in the corner near the far wall. I order from the bar nearest me, as I watch her from afar . . .
Her beautiful legs encased in sleek knee length leather high heeled boots look just stunning to me. My gaze being drawn up her legs to meet her plaid skirt, far too short for decency. I bet she knows it and I bet she loves the attention. My view is interrupted momentarily as someone goes over to hit on her and I see her shake her head. He wonders away, embarrassed. My view, again unobstructed, I’m careful to remain out of her line of sight. My gaze travels up over her perfect form resting again on her perfect breasts, accentuated only by the beauty of the top she’s wearing. As she turns toward the bar to order another drink, I can’t help but steal glances at her perfect bum and I see she can’t be wearing a bra as her top is backless. Good. That should make things easier I think to myself, determined that she will be mine before the night has ended.
I cautiously walk over to her, her dark hair flowing down around her shoulders; our eyes meet as she turns toward me. I say nothing to her, I just keep walking until I’m inside her personal space. I know she can feel my breath on her, as I can feel hers on me, my eyes boring into her. I don’t say a word as my hand snakes slowly up under her skirt. She isn’t wearing any underwear. She must really need it tonight. I gently rest my hand on her hot pussy and for an instant I see her think about pushing me away until I touch her hot clit. Then she just melts against me, her arms around my waist, concealing where my hand is. My other arm around her back supporting her weight as I lean her gently against the bar. I pay for her drink as though there is nothing out of the ordinary. The bar man gives me a slightly quizzical look but I simply flash my smile at him and wink and I tell him not to worry, I’m an old friend. I don’t think he believes me but, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. Feeling her grind herself against my hand, I know I have won this first battle with her. She can’t resist my touch but it’s not quite enough. I hear her whispering: “please†in my ear as I collect my change. I grin back at her, my eyes flashing that same evil glint they had before. I look at her and tell her firmly: “Not yet, you won’t cum until I let you, until you beg me,†and with that, I lift her off her chair. My hand snaking inside her top and we walk towards the exit, flicking her nipple stud. She must like it as she presses up against me hard, trying to stifle a moan, but nobody in the crowded club sees.
She blushes lightly as my hand moves lower down, reaching behind her again I rest my fingers underneath her pussy. If anyone would care to look, her bum is exposed. But the club is far to crowded for anyone to notice, even her squirms on me are taken for her having just had a little too much to drink. As we reach the door I move my hand around her waist and kiss her gently, giving the bouncers something to think about. They eye me jealously. Good. I don’t like the way they manhandled me anyway, just because they didn’t want a single man in the club. Well I’m not alone anymore and I give them a bit of a show as we walk outside. I turn her to face them and, standing behind her, I pinch both of her nipples until they are like bullets through her top – I don’t think either of us will be allowed back in but, it was worth it to see the looks on their faces. She asks me in a pleading but irresistible voice: “why?†and I grin at her, simply answering: “Because I can†and then I kiss her again, this time more forcefully.
She melts against me, all her will to resist forgotten. She needs me now, needs to cum more than she’s ever needed anything. I make sure of this before I hail a taxi for us to go back to her place and as we get in, I ask her where she lives. The taxi driver knows it, he says it’s about 10 minutes. I just know she’ll cum for me before we get there. As we sit down in the taxi, she tries to sit with her legs together but I have other ideas. My fingers easily find my way back to her clit, her legs instinctively spread for me and I kiss her deeply . . .
Her Story – The journey home
I feel his hands snake up my inner thigh and under my skirt as he moves in towards me. His hand parts my legs and finds its way to my panty-less pussy. My eyes close as his mouth melts against mine in the back of the taxi. We kiss slowly, deeply and passionately as his fingers start to tease my hot clit. I instinctively spread my legs wide to give him better access as I kiss him back harder.
I finally pull away from his kiss and open my eyes, my lips still tingling slightly. I see the way he looks and me and at that moment, I know I’m in for a fantastic night. He increases the pace of his fingers on my swollen clit slightly, but not enough. He certainly knows what he’s doing. He grins evilly as I look at him with a deep need now filling my hot pussy. I reach out and my hand slowly finds its way to rest on the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. Oh god, I needed to feel that. I feel like my heart’s skipped a beat.
A small moan escapes my lips as he slowly slides one of his fingers inside my now incredibly wet pussy. One of my hands finds its way up my body and starts kneading my breast, giving him a show as he slowly finger fucks me. I close my eyes again just as he slides yet another finger inside me. I’m in heaven and can feel my body just melting into him, still lightly stroking his now hard cock through his pants.
In my own little world, I feel the cool air as he pulls the material of my top away from my right breast and open my eyes to see him lowering his mouth over my nipple, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of me. I moan loudly this time. Then something catches my eye. The taxi driver is watching us in the rear-view mirror, only one eye on the road. That pervert! I catch his eye and smile devilishly at him and let out an even louder moan as I feel those magic fingers pump into me again, displaying my swollen clit and wet pussy lips to the taxi driver, putting on a brilliant show for him. This feels so good but the dirty bastard will definatly pay for this when I get him alone!
I close my eyes again as he slips another finger into me, still sucking on my nipple, now flicking my piercing with his tongue. I need him to let me cum now. I can feel it building up in my groin and I want, no, I need release. I lean over and whisper in his ear for him to finger fuck me harder and how much I want him to make me cum. But he just releases my breast from his warm mouth, smiles at me and shakes his head.
Finding the buttons to the front of his pants, I pull them open and slip my hand in and wrap my fingers round his deliciously hard cock, stroking slowly I plead with him again to let me cum. I watch that same evil grin play across his lips as he slowly shakes his head again. He’s wanted this all along, torturing me by keeping me just on the edge of orgasm. He wants me to give in completely, to let the taxi driver know that he might be able to look, but, I’m his prize and nobody else’s. God, it feels great but I need more. So, not bothering to whisper this time, I ask him: “Please! Let me cum. I need to cum for you so bad†and he only responds with one word: “Beg!â€Â
Feeling his thumb continue its slow dance on my clit, I can’t help but moan out loud in frustration as well as pleasure. He’s still slipping his fingers slowly in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I can’t take it any more and I give in to him, “Oh GOD, PLEASE! Let me cum!†He smiles an evil and victorious grin and quickly leans over and kisses me hard on the mouth, His tongue intertwining with mine. His fingers start to pound me faster and his thumb is moving on my throbbing clit. It’s all just too much. Overwhelmed by these sensations I let out a loud orgasmic moan against his mouth just as we pull into my driveway. Feeling it wash over me, as my whole body tenses around the sensations in my hot pussy, I moan loudly for him, my submission to him complete in his mind judging by the smug look on his face as he continues to make me ride the aftershocks as I moan around his kisses.
He pulls his fingers out of my now spasming cunt, juices coating his fingers as he holds them to my mouth for me to hungrily suck. He pays the driver, saying cockily over his shoulder: “I hope you liked the show†and I follow him out of the cab towards my front door. He thinks he’s won, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants as I fumble for the keys. As I turn the lock, I know everything is about to change, this is my domain and I am in control. I knew I’d end up here tonight, and I’m prepared for him!
His Story – The ties that bind
We finally make it to her place and she pulls me upstairs, almost forcefully now and I feel a change come over her suddenly. I feel my control rapidly slipping away as her confidence builds. She kisses me hard, dragging me all the way up the stairs. I’m pushed down into a chair and she begins slowly, seductively dancing for me. She positions my hands so she can straddle me. Then, as she’s straddling me, I hear a snap as she quickly cuffs me to the chair. She had this planned!
I fear for my predicament as she is now the one grinning evilly. She leans close enough that I can almost taste her as she whispers sexily in my ear: “You’re going to pay for what you did to me.†I shrink back in the chair as best I can, remembering how I teased her, never saying more then a few words, making her beg me to cum in the taxi as the driver watched, pinching her nipples for the bouncers.. Oh God, I’m in trouble!
She moves away from me slightly, just out of reach. She hits play on the CD player and starts a very slow, very seductive dance, my cock already hard from the excitement. I’m loosing control at the prospect of this raven haired beauty dancing for my pleasure. No, not for me. To punish me. I test my bonds and can’t quite reach out to grab her breasts to make her mine. She moves closer, so tantalizingly close and my cock is so hard. As she slowly pulls her top over her head, flashing those gorgeous breasts to me she asks me: “do you want these?†as she runs her fingers over them, making them so hard for me, she’s almost panting as she does but she won’t let me touch them.
She wants me to beg, it’s not that easy though. I beckon her closer and foolishly she moves towards me. I whisper in her ear: “Of course I do, you hot little slut†with that, I bite her ear, holding her close, just enough that she can’t move away without it hurting. I let my tongue flick out and quickly move to her neck, she almost falters as she leans in against me. But she’s too quick for me and regains her composure.
She looks down at me, something akin to pity in her eyes, then grins evilly at me; “now who’s the toy?†I’m ashamed to admit it but I’m loving this strength in her, but, I won’t tell her. She continues her dance for me, making sure to stroke herself just how she knows I’ll love. I watch as she leans back on her bed, her fingers gently slipping in and out of her sopping wet pussy. I can see the need on her face but I know my control is broken. If she asks again, I am hers and she can see this change on my face as I watch her stroking herself for me. Slowly sitting up, still fingering herself, she looks at me almost innocently. She draws her fingers out of herself, walking over to me, running her slick fingers over my lips. I eagerly try to suck her juices off her fingers but she quickly pulls away and tells me to ask her for what I want as she slowly seductively makes me watch as she licks all of her fingers clean, as if she’s sucking on a hard cock. So, I do the only thing left to me; I plead with her to let me lick her hot pussy for her, to make her cum for me, to let me fuck her tight little waiting pussy that I know from her juice covered fingers tastes amazing!
Finally she gives up to my pleas and lays at the edge of the bed where I can lean forward in my chair. I go to work on her hot clit, flicking it with my tongue before slowly, tantalizingly, letting my tongue slip inside of her. I can see she loves every second of it as she throws her head back in pleasure, almost screaming as I feel her so close to orgasm. If I make her cum again she will be mine again and she realizes far too soon. As she manages to separate herself from my probing tongue, unwrapping her legs from around my head, I take in every last part of her I can, planting kisses as she pulls away.
She looks down at me and smiles; “you almost had me there.†I grin back up a mixture of triumph and failure on my face, knowing I’ve at least made her want me so much that she can’t help herself. She needs to feel me, as she pulls my trousers down and off, my cock springing free. She gazes on it almost reverently. As she positions herself above me, I can feel the heat of her pussy, just a little bit more and she’ll be mine again. I know she won’t be able to resist me. She can see it in my eyes though and grins cheekily at me. She whispers in my ear: “You know, I don’t think you want it enough… by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging so much you’ll have forgotten what it even feels like to be in controlâ€Â
I know she is right, as she sinks to her knees before me. Making me watch each and every agonizingly pleasurably second as her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, before taking me fully into her mouth, sinking down until I feel her nose pressing against me, deep throating me. I feel her throat spasm around me, almost milking me. I can’t help but let out a high moan of pleasure, almost screaming there and then. As she slowly returns to the tip of my cock, teasing me, I can’t help but beg. She was so right, I need her, I need to feel her pussy wrapped around me, encasing me, it’s the only way I can survive this sweet torment she is forcing upon me. I need her, I need to feel her legs around me and I keep telling her so. She drives me so wild until finally, a seeming eternity later, she slowly, so slowly (oh my god, she’s going to pay for this when I get free) she reaches me and kisses me fully on the mouth incredibly passionately, keeping her eyes open this once as she watches me.
Finally she thrusts herself down upon me, all the way. She’s so wet and I'm so hard, unable to stop ourselves. My tongue everywhere at once on her body like a tornado, making her scream her desires, pumping in and out of her. She realizes that she has won this battle and I've given in to her completely even after trying to turn the tables... Knowing this drives her just over the edge. She starts to cum hard for me, my cock buried in her, my bonds chaffing just a little as I try so hard to wrap my arms around her. Then, I too grunt and moan in ecstasy, exploding deep inside her hot wet pussy, flooding her with my cum as she rides me hard finally then slowing down and just riding me gently…
She asks me if anything is wrong, she realizes I'm still as hard as a rock inside of her hot pussy. I simply smile at her and beckon her closer... This time, breaking the chair as I rip my handcuffs free of their binding, regaining control in one sudden movement, I press her back down to the bed... Moaning as I whisper in her ear, she just made me cum that hard and my cock is still hard for her. I’m totally in control of her again now. She realizes how quickly the tables have turned but she can’t help but love this too as she slowly gives in to the pleasure. My cock starts to slide sooo gently inside of her...
Her Story – When Bonds are Broken
As he slides inside of me so very slowly, making me feel every ridge of his cock, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of ecstasy. He wanted control over me. He slides his cock into me so slowly, frustratingly slowly, I wanted to grab him and pull him into me as fast and hard as I can but he held me down, pinning my arms above my head with his big strong hands.
When he was finally all the way inside of me, filling me so completely, the weight of his body pressing down upon me with his cock buried deep inside my aching pussy, I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure and longing. He then, so agonizingly slowly pulled all the way out again, making sure I again felt every ridge of his cock as my pussy gripped him tight. Trying so hard to thrust back against him, to pull him back inside of me but failing. His cock only pressing my pussylips, nuzzling my clit.
This time when he slid back into me, I instinctively try to raise my hips to meet his, wanting him inside of me so badly, trying to regain some control but to no avail. This is his time to be in control, his revenge for my teasing. I’m struggling, overcome by lust I want him to fuck me hard and I can’t take it any longer. I know what he wants, and I know what I need, he wants me to beg him to fuck me but I won’t give in, I can’t, I still have some control.
Still pinning my arms above my head with one hand, he uses the other to hold my hips to the bed and continue to slide slowly into me before repeating this again and again, agonizingly methodically slowly. I feel as if my pussy is on fire for him. I need him too fuck me faster than this. I need to cum for him so I do the only thing I know how to do; I beg like the bitch in heat he is making me. “Please, please, please!!! Oh god, let me cum! Please!†I beg of him to let me. I beg him to fuck me faster so I can cum all over his big hard cock. But he wants more and continues with his agonizingly slow assault on my pussy.
I’m so wet that my juices are dripping out of me onto the bed as he continually fucks me agonizingly slowly. I plead for more; “Please let me cum for you!†And still he slides slowly in and out of me. It’s like the sweetest torture. I can’t control myself. I surrender totally to him and scream out for him to fuck me. Finally, he does. He pulls out of me, his cock glistening with my juices and pushes himself forcefully back into me, hard and fast, filling me all the way to the hilt. That’s it for me, My legs start shaking uncontrollably and I’m moaning and screaming so loud as I cum I’m sure someone will hear but I’m beyond caring.
My orgasm is so powerful as it rocks through me, I feel it like a wave as it floods my entire body while he continues to fuck me long and hard. As I come down from my orgasm he releases my hands and allows me to wrap my long legs around his body and help him to pound into me harder. I grab his back and dig my fingernails in as he fucks me. Harder and faster, I’ve never been fucked like this in my life and I love it. Once again I feel a familiar tingling building up inside me and scream out that I’m cumming as I start another fantastic orgasm. He feels the contractions in my pussy squeezing his cock and he can’t take it anymore, finally exploding deep inside of me with a loud moan of release, holding his cock in deep as we cum together. Finally collapsing onto each other, still impaled on his hard cock.
Their Story – The end
He whispers in her ear, his cock still inside her; “I love you Leigh. God, you have some wonderful fantasies. We have to try that one again sometime.†Kissing him gently she playfully smacks him on the chest “you still owe me though, you bastard. Making such a show of me, you know I can’t help it when you get me all worked up like that. God I love you though. Your fingers feel fantastic!†he grins back at her, “That’s not the only thing.†emphasizing his point by taking her fingers back in his mouth, sucking the remaining taste of her juices off them before kissing her deeply again. “Marc… I want more†she whispers so seductively into his ear, that irresistibly devilish smile creeping back across her flushed face. He winks at her: “Good things cum to she who waits,†as he smiles his knowing smile.
   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..."
   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."ÂÂ
   "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?ÂÂ
   "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.ÂÂ
    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.ÂÂ
    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.ÂÂ
    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.ÂÂ
    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.ÂÂ
    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!
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.
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!â€Â
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!â€Â
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!â€Â
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.â€Â
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.â€Â
Haruka shrugged her shoulders, “Oh well, either way this is definitely a night I will remember.â€Â
She licked the cum off her fingers and slowly closed his door, before wandering off to her own room for a well deserved sleep.
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.
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.
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 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 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.
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."
"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."
"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.
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 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..
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.
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.
 Pillow talk after many all night Fuck sessions.....led to something I never thought I`d say.......and something I never thought my husband would like or agree to. My husband Rick asked my what I would like to experiment with and really make happen.........i told him that strong dominate women make me wet and wild. After a being surprised by a mischievous grin on his face, I asked."what?".......Rick said," one of my workers would love to take you up on that statement". I was stunned......"who" I asked....."who in the hell would be a dominate women wanting to get next to me"..........then It dawned on me. Rick had a very butch lesbian chick working for him.............and she did always hover around me and stare me down. I laughed and just blew it
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For the next few days.......I could not get it out of my mind. I thought about what that would be like and how I would react. How would this be ....ok. The more I told myself it shouldn't happen, the more I wanted it too.
It was fall and we were invited to a Halloween party at an associate of Rick's at the last minute . It was a "pimps" and Ho's party.....and I love to dress slutty.....no need for costume here. So I had a ton of slut ware to choose from...I hurried up and got my big and sexy....got ready. Rick got horny as hell watching me dress when he got out of the shower....The slutty I looked the hotter he grew and wetter i got.....next thing you know Ricks cock was harding and throbbing as he rubbed it on my ass. I could feel his pre-cum and did not want to waste it....I had to have him in my mouth...It took Rick about two minutes to damn near drown me as he came in my mouth. God, I loved that. his hot cream was just what I need to start my night out right. I put a very clingy one piece outfit on and got out my 5inch spikes......and we left.
When we arrived at the party....everyone looked great.....some of the women were just gorgeous....and after already getting some and being primed for action, I was introduced to Jen.....Rick's lesbian coworker. I noticed her eyes getting real big......and just how cute she really was. All Rick's friends were laughing and quietly joking about her and I. I couldn't help but hear what they were saying....and I have to admit....it did not bother me.
Every where I went at the party....I felt her eyes following me and undressing me. I felt helpless as I played right into it....wetting my lips.....smoking my cigarette as sexy as I could and just trying to make eye contact with her.Rick noticed and came over to me and whispered to me......"I dare you". "Dare me to what" I asked as I started to get mad. Rick relied, "I know what your after....you told me, remember". He went on to say....."she really wants you, and I want you to"....."so, I dare you". I looked at Rick and could not find the will power or strength to resist,
I grabbed my purse and headed to the little girls room......but made sure I passed her and made damn sure she knew where I was going and what I wanted. We made eye contact and that was that.
I walked in and she walked in right behind. I made off like I was just fixing my face....I dropped my handbag and all my shit rolled out all over........off coarse I had to bend down with my ass towards her......I don't wear undoes.........so I wanted to get maximum effect. To me, the best way to view a pussy is from behind....evidently she did too. Just as I turned around, she grabbed me with a surprising strength and stuck her tongue into my mouth and I surrendered right there. Jen picked me up put my ass on the sink and lifted my skirt and parted my wet lips with her tongue....I cannot remember ever being so horny....I thought I was going to loose my breath. I came instantly...again and again. For a 10 minute trip to the bathroom....I had to come 3 or 4 times. I really didn't know how to react....all I could think of was Rick and how much I wanted more from Jen. I kissed her gently and asked her to please not say anything and I would like to meet her in here again in 30minutes.....to talk! She laughed and gave me a impish smirk....as she said..."yeah talk". She grabbed me again as I tried to exit and kissed me passionately.
On returning to Rick....I was nervous. Rick knew we made it. He was very pleased, and I was stunned, nervous, and wanting more........but not comfortable with that feeling.
After about 30 minutes......just about time to meet Jen, Rick grabbed me and tol me "go get her....and bring her home to our house"....."I dare you". I did..... and I expected her to balk at that.but she did not. She was laughing like she knew the plan ahead of time......somehow, I believe Rick and Jen had a bet....I don't know who won....actually don't care. I know I had a great time.
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