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Denise and Ron

This is the full story I alluded to in Denise and Darnell, pt 1: my wife and my buddy, Ron, fool around a bit as I watch.

Fantasy

The forgotten heroes – Chapter One “The adventure begins.”

Hey it’s Reed here I’m going to start another series this one been in the works for quite a while. A quick introduction to it is a story of a young man on his journey to discover who he really is. Its a journey of self discovery almost a coming of age type of story plus a fantasy backround. Hope you guys enjoy it and like always votes and comments are appreciated

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Mrs. McConnel… MILF.

It was a warm summer day, the 23rd of July to be exact and I had a long day ahead of me. Today, I turned 21. Me and a few of my friends had made some big plans for the night, plans to go clubbing. Here in Miami, you have to be 21 years of age to enter bars after a certain time of day so we decided tonight was going to be my night. It was mid-day, around noon when I had decided to pop over to my friend, Jeff’s house to pick him up. We had made plans the previous nights to go out during the day to get some shirts, go play pool; you know. The usual. I got into my 2001 VW Jetta and left for his house.
I arrived there around 2:15pm and noticed that his car was gone. None the less, I figured that his mother could have borrowed it to go run some errands so I parked my car in his place and exited the vehicle. As I approached his walkway, I noticed the curtains moving and figured that someone was home.
You see, me and Jeff grew up together. We’ve known eachother since we were around 6 years of age so we treat eachothers homes like our own. Ie: Walking in without knocking.
I opened up the door and called out. “Jeff… Jeff you home?” I heard the water running in the kitchen and could smell freshly cooked food. “He’s gone to meet Robby, he told me that you might drop by. It’s okay by me if you want to stick around and wait Jeff. The remote is on the couch, make yourself at home.” Ah. His mother. “Oh ok Mrs.McConnel. That’s fine. I’ll just watch some TV and wait for him.” Wow. Jeff’s mom. She’s not too hard on the eyes let me tell you. In fact, she’s very attractive and fit for a women her age. I’ve never asked her age but she has to be at least in her late 30’s or early 40’s. Appearance wise, she looks like a 25 year old. I mean it. She’s about 5’9″ and weighs about 130Lbs. About 15Lbs of that 130Lbs can be blamed on her tits. She has a washboard stomach, long slender legs, and the nicest CSL’s I have ever seen. Even nicer than those of Angelina Jolie. Her skin is tanned, toned and looks to be well moisturized. She has big brown eyes and dirty blonde hair which she usually keeps back in a pony tail. As I flick through the channels on the TV, my mind begins to wander. In fact, it wanders back to when I was 17 years old and spending the night here because my parents were out of town and didn’t trust my party-throwing ways.
I can remember hearing the shower running while I was trying to sleep. The constant sound of the water was bothering my bladder, causing me to have to urinate. I waited for the shower to stop before climbing up out the bed in the spare bedroom right next door. The bedroom is right between the bathroom and Mrs.McConnel’s room. As I opened the door, I rushed out without looking; bumping into someone and knocking them to the floor. “Hello?” I asked, nobody answered. I reached into the room closest to me and flicked the switch. I was both astonished and afraid because what I saw excited me and made me nervous.
Mrs.McConnel lay there, dazed and confused. Holding her head. Naked as a newborn baby and spread eagle. The towel on the floor beside her. She slowly noticed me standing there and quickly covered up. “I’m sorry Mrs.McConnel… I had to use the washroom so bad that I hurried out of the room not paying attention to my surroundings…” I helped her to her feet. She seemed un-concerned at the fact that I had just saw her naked. Shaved pussy and all. I let her lean on my arm and use me as a crutch as I accompied her to her bedroom. I helped her sit on the bed. I quickly left the room in a panic and fled to the bathroom where I pissed and kept picturing her naked, wet and sexy body lying there in front of me. I quickly zipped off and walked towards the door. As I opened it, I stepped back a few feet as Mrs.McConnel was standing there. Wearing a medium sized T-shirt as a nighty. Her hair still wet and messy. The shirt just came down low enough to cover the bottom of her ass. God she was sexy. “Sorry, I forgot my hairbrush…” I smiled. “It’s okay Mrs. McConnel. Listen, about what happened…” She cut me off while grabbing the brush. “Accidents happen.” She stated. “Let’s just keep what you saw between us okay?” I nodded. “Agree’d. Anyways, I’m off to bed Mrs.M… I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled. “Goodnight.” I walked back into the spare bedroom and lay there. Thinking about her body. I pulled out my penis and began to masturbate for a bit, at least 15 minutes before cumming and going to sleep.
“Would you like to join me for lunch?” I sat back up and opened my eyes. Mrs.McConnel stood there, wearing a pair of loose jogging pants and a tank top. Her nipples visible through the shirt. “I must have fallen asleep… Of course I’ll join you for lunch.” She walked out of the living room, I watched her ass wiggle through the entrance into the kitchen and I stood up. I quickly sat back down, noticing that I had a very visible bulge in my pants. The outline of my 8″ penis clearly shaped in my jeans. I sat there for a moment, letting myself calm down before proceeding into the kitchen. I walked in and sat down, she came from behind a placed a plate in front of me. Vegetables and dip. She walked over to the other side of the table and sat opposite of me. We began eating, it was a fairly quiet lunch. I felt as though tension was building so I had to break the silence. “So… How have you been doing?” I asked. She looked up and smiled. “I’ve been doing great. I’ve been going to the gym often and recently took up kickboxing.” I laughed. “Well, it sure does look like it.” WHAT HAVE I SAID?! Did I say that out loud? Oh my god. How’s she going to respond? I shove some food in my mouth. “Why thank you… I’m glad it’s paying off somehow. What about you? How are you doing?” The question completely passed over my as I found myself hypnotized by her perking nippled peeking through her white shirt. No bra. Her areola’s where about the size of loonies. Her purple shaded nipples were perfect.
She noticed me staring at her tits. “Chris… Are you looking at my breasts?” She asked. No response. I was so into them that I couldn’t take my eyes away from them. She reached in front of herself and touched them. That got me. I looked up quickly and saw her smiling. Her face almost more inviting than those knockers. “Do you like what you see?” She asked. “Uh huh.” I blurted out. “Do you remember that night when you spent the night here?” She asked. “Uh huh.” I blurted out again. “You’ve been thinking about that since it happened haven’t you?” She giggled. She licked her lips. “Mrs. McConnel.” I stated as she sat up straight. “I’ve been thinking about it since I got here earlier. Your so attractive and mature. There is just something about you that draws me in.” She blushes. “Chris… That night, I heard you.” I coughed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I heard your groaning from the guest room. You were masturbating weren’t you?” She asked quietly.
“Ummm…” My mind wandered off. “It’s okay to admit it because… So was I.” I choked for a moment. “Wh-What?” She slowly stood up and made her way towards me. “I laid there in my bed, rubbing my wet slip thinking about you…” She cooed as she came closer. Taking me by the hand, she stood me up and pressed herself against me, kissing me. My cock was growing quicker and quicker by the moment as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. As she pressed against me, my cock had been rubbing up against her inner thigh when she let out a slight moan. She reached down and gave it a firm squeeze and a hard rub before pulling away quickly and smiling. “Come upstairs…” She whispered as she jogged into the living room playfully. I followed. As I enter the living room, she had been entering the stairwell, her shirt lay there on the stairs. I picked it up and walked up the stairs, my mind running wild. By the time I had gotten to the top of the stairs, her jogging pants lay there on the ground. Her pink thong panties lay inside them. I pick up her pants and thong up and walk down the hall. I notice that her panties are wet and grin. I walk into her room and stand there for a moment. Nobody in there. I throw her shed clothes on the bed and walk into the hall where I hear water running. The bathroom. I make my way back down the hall and get to the door. By this time, the shower is running and I hear the shower curtains move.
I slowly open the door and walk inside. It’s already steamy. I slowly make my way over to the shower where I stand for a moment. “Mrs.McConnel?” I ask. “Call me Erin.” She says back. “Are you going to join me? I need someone to wash my back for me…” She coo’s. I quickly pull off my white tanktop and then my jeans. I then pull off my socks and boxers. I stand there for a moment, completely naked. I reach down and notice that my cock is rock hard so I move the shower curtains aside and enter slowly. There she stands, facing away from me. Her wet, tanned body glimmering. Her ass is so perfect. I reach forward and rub her back. She lets out a small moan before leaning back onto me and grabbing my cock. “I’ve been waiting for this…” She explains as she begins stroking my swollen member. I groan as she slowly gets down onto her knees. She looks up at me and licks her CSL’s before grabbing my cock and shoving it into her warm, wet mouth. I let out a sigh as she begins bobbing her head, taking me in more and more with each attempt. After a solid sucking for about 5 minutes she stands back up and turns around, rubbing her ass against my hard dick.
I slowly kneel down and turn her to face me before leaning her against the wall of the shower and lifting one of her legs onto my shoulder. I dive right into her shaved cunt. Soaking wet with water and her juices. Her lips spread and my tongue lashing her swollen clit as I insert two fingers. I begin to finger fuck her furiously while I tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, sending her into a frenzy. After about 3 or 4 minutes of that, she cums and she cums hard. All over my face and in my mouth. She’s sweet tasting. Instead of stopping there, she brings me up off the ground and wraps one of her legs around my waist before grabbing my rock solid seeker with one hand and my ass with the other. She guides it into her twat as she pulls my ass towards her, driving my cock deep into her. She lets out a loud gasp as I continue to pump away. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She begins moaning incredibly loud as I bury myself deep in her love hole. I pull out and flip her around so shes facing the wall. I bend her over and spread her ass cheeks before inserting back into her vagina. I begin thrusting, but she interrupts me with words. “Uhhhhhmmm fuck me in the ass…Uhhh” She blurts out.
I’ve never had anal sex before so I didn’t know what to do. I slowly pull out of her cunt and spread her ass cheeks once more before spitting on my fingers and lubing the area. She reaches back and inserts a finger into her ass. She begins wiggling it around while moaning before grabbing my cock hard and slowly pushing it in. She lets out a loud scream of joy as I push it in past the head and begin rocking back and forth. At first, I do it slowly. Until she begins ramming her ass against me, causing a loud clapping sound because of the impact of my ballsack and her wet and sloppy pussy. After fucking her for about 5 minutes in the ass, I feel that feeling. I’m going to cum soon. I begin fucking her harder and harder up the ass, she is now screaming instead of moaning. “Ohhhhh f-f-fuck! I’m going to c-c-c-cum! Ohhhhhh!” She’s going crazy! She pulls away from my cock and sits me on the ledge of the tub before getting on top of me. She shoves my cock into her pussy and begins bouncing up and down like mad. Her tits flopping around. I grab them and begin rubbing the nipples while I burrow deep into her. She lets out a loud scream and then begins twitching while pushing down all the way. “Oooooooooooh Uhhhhhhhhh!!!” She relieves as I pull out. “I’m going to cum!” I yell as she takes my big, hard, wet cock into her mouth. It’s covered in her own cum yet she doesn’t even care. She begins sucking hard while jerking me off. “Oh my God!” I yell as I cum hard. I shoot 3 loads into her mouth and she swallows them all before pulling my cock out and jerking me off on her face and tits where I shoot out another 3 streams. She wipes the cum off her face and tits before licking it off her hands…
We washed off and got out of the shower, just in time to dry off and make everything seem normal by the time Jeff came home… It was a close call but it was most definately worth the risk. I’,m at Jeff’s all the time now… I think his mom is trying to divorce his dad… Either way, I’m still getting all the mature pussy I want.

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” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher “

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher
* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*
__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.
I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”
She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”
I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”
I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.
I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.
I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”
Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.
On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.
Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes.
“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”
The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)
She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)
Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.
(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)
Mrs. Clay, (Jill)
It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.
I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.
We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.
I’m still waiting.
When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.
Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.
Kurt…..
She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.
This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.
Jill……
This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.
Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.
Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.
It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….
10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.
Kurt….
My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”
I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”
Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.
Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”
She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.
Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.
Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..
Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.
That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.
He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.
He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …
He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…
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Jill…..
It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:
“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.
“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”
Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“
We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.
I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.
I taunted him.
In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”
That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”
Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.
I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.
This was the kind of fucking I wanted.
Kurt…..
She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.
I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..
She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……
*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.
“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..
Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

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Little sister Kimmy

This has been pent up inside for years. I have never told a soul until now. As to whether this is a true story or not, it is true to the best of my memory. The thing is there truly are two sides to every story, so I am telling my side…. The way I remember the following events.

Fantasm

WE LOVE THEM YOUNG

this is a story about a wife and husband with a daughter the wife makes a confession to her husband that she likes young boys the husband want to have his daughter so they make a deal and both get what they want

Fantasy

35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor – Final Chapter

Disclaimer: These stories are not mine all characters belong to JK Rowling.
Nineteen Years Later…
Wait… what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,” “ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.”
Who am I to go against convention?
Fifteen years later…
No matter how many times Harry saw the “new” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle.
It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not exactly. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet pleasing curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “crown” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “The Little Mermaid.” The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.
Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower.
Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a “punishment” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.
Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.
“Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “Risqu?aid” was one of her most favorite games after-all.
As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “Mona Puckle” and sixth month pregnant (with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.
“It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.
“Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.”
“I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included.
The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a “Stay-at-Home-Dad” while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “Chosen One” by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.
Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward.
“’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions.
Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.
“What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked.
“Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem.
“Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna.
“Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?”
Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?”
“Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.”
“And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione.
“Yes,” he replied.
Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.
Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said, “Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.”
Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.”
Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?”
“Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly.
“You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.”
After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “delay in the truth.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After a long, drawn out argument, and as a form of “penance,” Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “delay in the truth.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family.
“What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented.
“But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out.
“That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.”
“Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.”
“So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.”
“Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face.
“I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna.
“No,” Harry said, flatly.
“To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was a joke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.”
“Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ or ‘Snarky Schoolgirl’?” asked Ron.
“No, it was the ‘Risqu?aid’ this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’”
“Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.”
“And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer.
“Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette’s other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.
“Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said.
“What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully.
“We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.
“We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends.
“Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron.
“No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.”
“That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.”
As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw; “Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.”
“Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly.
“What is it dear?” asked Hermione.
“Some damn insect just bit my scar.”
The End

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