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Calving Signs – part 6
After dinner Terri ran downstairs to call Mark. Or rather, she walked reasonably quickly. In the heels and the short tight skirt it wasn’t very practical or easy to move fast. Bending over was hard, too.
She was worried. Yesterday night, Mark’s conspiracy theory of sexual alteration had seemed bizarre, with maybe a hint of truth somewhere inside. But after today…
“Come on… come on.. pick up…” Terri muttered, tapping the phone with her still-damp nails.
Mark answered on the sixth ring. His voice was like a deep bell, and whenever it rang, it sent shivers down Terri’s excited thighs. She picked up a bottle of nail polish, borrowed from her Mom, and unscrewed the top. Painting her nails would calm her down.
”Mark!” she said, checking her nails. “Thank god! How’re you holding up and stuff?”
“Bad,” Mark admitted. “I’ve been trying to do some internet research to figure out what’s going on, but it’s so slow. How’re you?”
“Worried. Kind of scared,” Terri chimed. Even so, her voice seemed to gush when she was talking to the guy. He was very… trustworthy. She felt safe, talking to Mark. “I did what you asked and kept an eye out for strange things, today. It’s starting to get totally scary.”
She refreshed her nail polish while she talked. Terri had already put a coat on, that morning, after watching her Mom’s pretty fingers work a chef’s knife. Her own had suddenly seemed so dull and ordinary.
Now she liked to watch them glitter and shine while she did chores.
“What did you find?” Mark said.
“Um, okay,” Terri said. Just his voice scattered her thoughts. “There’s two girls and two guys living here, right? Oh! And Pastor Flynn. He’s weird. So Candice, she’s the one with the cute black hair and the yummy legs, okay? And she loves high heels, she’s got like thirty of them in her room.”
“Uh, okay,” Mark said.
“I had to go clean Darrell’s room. That’s part of my chores. He’s like a foreman or something like that. Candice stops me just before I’m about to go in. She says “Terri, why don’t I make sure you get it exactly like Darrell likes it.” Plus she’s wearing this teeny-tiny black skirt and these skyscraper heels.”
She paused. “Do you like big heels, by the way?”
“Sure?” Mark said. Terri made a mental note. She shook her hands to dry the nails.
“At first she lets me work. Then she says “No, no, let me do that,” and readjusts how I made his bed,” Terri said. “Okay, fine. Next, she grabs my feather-duster, just to “show me how to get his desk right.””
Terri shook her head. “I stood there for fifteen minutes while she bounced around the room, cleaning up. And every time she bent over, guess what?”
“What?”
“No panties!” Terri exclaimed. “And she bent over a lot. I don’t think she even noticed me! She had shaven everything. Everything! She seemed so happy to be working on his stuff. You could tell it was starting to get her wet. She re-made the bed for a third time, dusted everything, pulled his socks up, and flashed her pussy at me.”
Mark liked the word “pussy.” She could tell by his indrawn breath. Terri made a note of that, too. Then she started to ease down her own shorts. The memory was a hot one. Even her growing concern couldn’t beat her constant thrumming libido.
“So what else did you notice?” Mark managed.
“My own Mom.”
“Huh?”
Terri took a deep breath. “She works outside all day. Gardening and stuff. I go outside, just in time to see her disappear into this shed we have out back. I wait and wait, and she doesn’t come outside for nearly a half-hour. I’m just standing there in the sun.”
Actually, she had found the sun and the wind to be very nice. Terri had slipped inside a nook in the building and quickly brought herself off to an outdoorsy kind of climax.
“When she finally comes out, her shirt is soaking wet.”
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, puzzled.
“I don’t know! So I went into the shed to find out. But the only thing that was there was the fridge where the Reverend keeps his homemade ice cream. But it smelled… not right. Like… like we were in a barn.”
Dinner had been the worst part.
Both Patricia and Candice had come home at least two hours earlier then normal working hours, then disappeared into their rooms. When they emerged, the black-wearing Professionals had disappeared, replaced by cooing displays of girl, dressed up in satin and pastels. Candice had on another of her teetering pair of heels, along with a short pink skirt and a clubwear rubber white corset. Patricia had laced herself into a slinky green dress. And no bra.
Both had surprisingly large tits.
“They acted like they were the maids!” Terri moaned. “They watched Ronald and Darrell the entire time. They refilled their drinks. They took their plates. They giggled whenever they talked. I don’t think they said anything. They were like little toys for the men!”
And, even with her mouth full of ice cream, Terri had noticed when Ronald’s hand crept up Patricia’s skirt. The brunette flushed, and leaned back against her chair, ice cream forgotten. Anne had walked by—she had to have seen!—and not done anything.
Candice had left with Darrell’s hand firmly up the back of her skirt, leaning on his arm.
Of course, that had left Terri to clean up. At least she had gotten Patricia’s ice cream.
“That’s everything?” Mark prodded.
“Y-yeah. What do you think it means?” Terri asked, worried. Her free hand had managed to pull down both skirt and panties, and was lightly stroking at the outside of her slit. Mark would have an answer. He was really smart. He worked with computers.
“I don’t know. I wish I did. I only have questions. Terri, have you noticed any… physical changes?”
“Um, yeah,” she said. She was touching them right then. “My boobs are bigger. I think that’s just all the ice cream, though.”
“What about your… sex drive?” Mark said.
Terri blushed. “I’m, uh, actually touching myself right now. My slit.”
There was a short pause. “Really.”
Terri took it as encouragement. “I get really hot all day, you know? So yeah, I’m kind of slipping a finger… in and out… of my pussy…” she whispered the final word. “It’s weird, I’m so worried, but I see all these things, and it’s… so fucking hot.”
“Oh,” Mark was breathing heavily, now. “I asked about getting bigger because… my dick is larger. Then it used to be.”
Terri’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered his cock very well. And its scent. “How much bigger?”
“A lot bigger. I’m… touching it right now.”
“Are you thinking of me?” Terri asked. Her worries were starting to vanish. She kept up her own eager strokes.
“Yeah, I am, but… Terri, I shouldn’t be this turned on. I want to fuck you. I want to split you apart, and cum inside of you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Terri groaned, happily. That sounded… good to her.
“No! It’s not normal! I—ahhh!” Mark said.
He was coming. He had to be. Terri wished he was there, coming on top of her tits, creating a waterfall of cum. She added a third finger, pumped it in and out. She came, moaned and hissed her orgasm over the phone.
Both teenagers panted, at each other, over the line.
“Look, Terri, I’m coming over first thing tomorrow,” Mark told her. “Don’t touch yourself or anything until then. This is getting out of control.”
Don’t touch herself? Terri gritted her teeth. Already she was starting to feel warm again. But if Mark was right.. and something weird was going on…
“I’ll do it,” she said. For him. “But please… hurry.”
* * *
Mark showed up at eight the next morning. Anne met him at the door, dressed in a white cotton blouse and a knee-length jean skirt. Her face was elaborately made up, and she wore two large hoop earrings that dangled nearly to her shoulder. The sun beat down on both of them.
“Hi, uh, Terri’s Mom,” he said, muscles shifting under a plain t-shirt.
“Anne. I’m Anne. Come in. Here so early?”
Terri was in the kitchen, up to her elbows in the morning round of dishes. Since Mark had ordered her not to play with herself, the only activity left was her Mom’s cooking. Terri had worked her way through a pig’s worth of hot links, then channeled her now-usual morning rush of tit-play into cleaning up.
“Mark!” she said, hugging him with sopping wet hands. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, happy to see him.
Anne just watched, her arms crossed, with that never-quite-gone smile.
“You two have fun,” she said, lingering on the last word. “Don’t forget that you have dusting and varnishing to do, later today.”
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said, and seized Mark by the hand, drawing him back downstairs. There she hugged him harder, running her hands over his back. His chest was so broad she couldn’t get her hands all the way around. It didn’t bother her.
He made sure to sit in the computer chair, so that she had to sit on the couch, far away from each other. Mark swept his eyes up and down her body, and she flushed with heat.
“Terri,” he said, “Do you usually look so…” he searched for the words “…good? First thing in the morning?”
Terri glanced down. She was just wearing an old t-shirt from High School and a skirt.
“It’s not my fault,” she pouted. “I’ve been, you know, swelling. Just like you.” She tugged on the t-shirt. It gripped her tits, showing them off, and her nipples fought against them. “My boobs didn’t used to be this big. Now they’re all enormous and stuff.”
They also dominated her thoughts. It used to be that her boobs were a slight distraction. Now they demanded constant attention, cut off any views of her feet, and flushed with pleasure at any slight sensation.
The skirt was no better. It had been a casual jean skirt, just above knee-length. With wide hips and a dainty waist it rode up high. Very high. He could probably see her panties. She checked to make sure he could.
“Yeah, okay, I get that,” Mark said, soothing. “But what about the makeup?”
“What about it?” Terri said, puzzled. She looked in the mirror on the bathroom door. Dark red lipstick, layer on layer, until it perfectly matched the luster on her nails. Big, wide eyes, accentuated with liner. But no concealer or anything like that.
“It’s just that you look.. great. You look great.” Mark was sweating. He pulled on his shirt. It was starting to bead up with perspiration.
They both looked at the floor. It was spotless. She had cleaned it twice already this morning.
Terri sniffed. Something smelled good. Nothing she could put her finger on. Just something… good.
“It’s not just physical stuff,” Mark said. “Terri, you went to college, right? You like literature and books and culture?”
“Sure, of course!” Terri said.
“How many books have you read since you came home?”
Terri thought about it. “Um. None. But I’ve been busy!”
“I’m not sure that’s it,” Mark said, shaking his head. “All I want to do is… fuck. Not have sex, or make out. Crazy, sweaty, breeding. It’s insane. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to goof around on the Internet. I see a girl, and all I can think is: what would she look like naked? Is she seeing anyone? What do her tits look like? Is she pregnant? If not, how can I fuck her?”
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri offered.
Mark clutched the seat armrest and shuddered. “Yeah. I know,” he whispered. His eyes flickered across her stomach.
Terri urged her legs to cross. They didn’t want to. They wanted to give Mark a better look at what he was thinking about, to slink towards him, to wrap themselves around them.
“You’re bigger too, huh?” she said, softly. Her voice sounded so slinky, these days. It matched her tits. “Your… penis?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. He shifted it, under his shorts. It was obvious just how large it was. It had to hurt, keeping it locked down in there, a powerful tool made for fucking women senseless. Terri’s lips opened.
“Can I… see it?” She offered. “Just for looking at it. I mean, to measure it. I should probably keep… like a record. So we can see how big it gets.”
Mark paused, tried to fight the urge. But he was already standing up, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down over hairy, rugged legs. His boxer shorts looked aggrieved, bent at an impossible task. When he finally pulled the elastic down, they groaned.
Terri nearly groaned, too. Was he even larger then yesterday? Was it just her first good look? His cock was beautiful, sticking straight out, proud, with a big red head and a long shaft.
She inhaled. That smell was back. Stronger then before. It called to her, bypassed anything she used for rational thought, and touched at ancient urges and nerves she didn’t even know she had. From way back when, when mankind was barely civilized, and sex was about rutting in the dirt. This time her legs sprang open, pointed at Mark’s dick.
“Don’t come any closer,” Mark said, uneasily.
It was too late. Terri was already drooling, primal, lost in the sight of his urgent, quivering cock. She got on hands and knees, knuckled over to the member, examined it closely with wide eyes. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, tried to keep from staring into the valley of cleavage.
“I just want.. a closer look,” Terri lied, to herself. Her body was firmly in control. Her mouth swished with spit.
“Terri, don’t… Jesus, Terri!” Mark whispered, when she slipped her mouth on top of it.
It spurt cum almost immediately, not an orgasm, just a welcoming burst of hot, creamy fluid. It was amazing, salty and sweet at the same time, and Terri eagerly lapped it down. She had never taken a cock into her mouth before, but it was easy, natural, fun.
She looked up as she bobbed up and down. The important thing, she knew, was that Mark enjoyed himself. True, her pussy was sending strong “need” signals, and her boobs burned, but he came first. That’s how boys and girls worked. Her body knew what to do. It was made for pleasure, with big boobs and a hot, sensual figure. She just had to… drift away.
“Fuck, Terri, what are we… ahh… do that thing with your tongue again,” Mark said. He grabbed her hair, and she did that thing with her tongue, easing it down the length of the hardness inside her mouth.
“You smell so good,” she said, briefly letting go. “I need… more…”
Mark nodded, still pushing hard. She struggled to keep him down, but gagging seemed impossible, with something this delicious filling her.
“Scent,” he said. “It’s got to be … scent. That new factory. That’s it! It must have put something… in the water!”
Terri smiled. She sucked even harder, diligently, until he came in her mouth, flooding her with salty, sexy boy-juices. She kept him in her mouth as long as she could, just enjoying the smell of his sweat, filtering into her head. Then she lazed back to the bed and lied back down. Her pussy, wet and willing, shone through her panties. Mark, still dripping down, had a beautiful view.
“Christ,” he said. “I’m getting hard again.”
Terri rubbed her legs together, smiling.
* * *
They lost their virginity without really thinking about it.
First Terri’s toes extended to the ceiling, flexing, coursing with the pleasure of being completely filled. Then they closed around her man’s back, pushing into his skin, urging him onwards. Her ass pushed deep into the mattress, nearly to the floor. Her vision blurred, and caught flashes of his snarling, screwed-up face.
Mark pushed all the way, then pushed even harder. She felt delicious, stretched, and complete. That hole she had always had was finally getting properly satiated. The very tip of his cock touched at something far within her, and she spasmed around him, wrapping her arms around his head.
Her man grunted, pushed roughly back and forth, without finesse. His cock pulled back, waited briefly at the tender folds of her pussy, and then went back in, setting off fireworks with each eager inch. He didn’t bother to explore her body. He was using it for his own enjoyment. And that was such a turn-on.
It was already messy sex. Mark had never stopped drooling cum from his cock, and she was wet. Their fluids mixed together, combined into a heady combination of pheromones and seed.
“You’re sure you’re on birth control?” Mark said, the cultured boy briefly emerging from the grunting, sweating male marking his territory all over her.
“Are you worried I’ll get pregnant?” Terri said. The word set something off in Mark’s head. He redoubled his pace, needy and frantic, and reached up to maul her tits. His hands were rough, thumbing at her nipples, and she loved it.
“Pregnant… big fat titties… big tummy…” she said, testing each word. They sparked more and more effort from Mark, until she was a quivering bundle of nerves, wrapped around a dick. Talking wasn’t possible.
Mark came. He howled, like an animal, and dumped another huge load of cum inside of her. It swam up her cunt, down her thighs, and pooled on the carpet. When he pulled out another gusher landed on her stomach, spreading white fluid around her belly button. More of that delicious, beautiful smell rose from it.
Her boy came back down. He looked afraid, unsure of himself, and studied his finally-softening cock with something close to fear.
“You’re SURE sure you’re on the pill?” he said.
“I’m sure!” Terri insisted, still riding the waves of fun herself.
But she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be.
* * *
She had to talk to Anne, if only to find out what her role was in this small-town transformation. True, Anne had been acting… different. But at least she wasn’t boy-crazy, or acting like an airhead, or mooning over a big pregnant belly, like everyone else. She had even picked up those birth control pills for her daughter.
And besides, Terri had to admit, who else could she trust in this town?
Anne was knitting in the parlor, in the big, upholstered chair. Weeks worth of dedicated cleaning had paid off. The floor shone with waxed and polished wood. Everything was nicely dusted and re-dusted. Even the walls looked brighter in the mid-morning sun.
“Mom, I need to talk to you about…” Terri began.
Then she noticed Patricia and Candice.
The two girls were diligently toying with knitting needles, trying to pick up the motions. Both wore perfect makeup, with painted smiles and coquettish eyelashes that batted on general principle. They appeared to be knitting little booties.
“Terri, can you do me a favor, dear?” Anne said, placid as always. “These girls wanted to learn how to do a little housework. I told them they could follow you around during your afternoon chores”
Both of the Professionals leapt up, eagerly. Terri bit her lip. Whatever had infected the town, it had bit these two especially hard. When they sprang up two mammoth pairs of boobs bounced up and down. It ruined their credibility, made them look like puffed up tit job recipients without a thought between the two. They had huge eager eyes and vapid, empty smiles.
And they had each put together their own version of a maid’s outfit. Candice had outdone herself with heels; it was unclear how she even walked on the pinpoint stilettos with the bow strap on front. Cobweb-style pantyhose climbed up her legs, and didn’t bother to make it all the way under a white and black French Maid skirt.
Patricia was even worse. She had worn a latex blue dress that failed to hide either boobs or butt. The zipper ran, blatant and enticing, along the side of the outfit.
“I thought you could start with dusting,” Anne said, needles flashing. “Since it’s your specialty.”
* * *
The girls were depressingly keen on it. They nearly fell over each other, to get their turn dusting things. They asked endless, inane questions about dusting. Different fabrics. How often. Hard to reach spots. Dust bunnies: what were they.
And they couldn’t seem to help but let their asses trail in the air, or to bend over while they worked, so that their boobs nearly popped out.
“This is fun!” Candice pronounced, tittering. “I like how clean everything gets after you clean it.”
Patricia agreed that it was nice that things got cleaned.
“Don’t you have an advanced degree?” Terri prodded.
“What’re you saying? That I can’t do housework like a nice girl because I have an Accounting degree from UT?” Patricia sniffed. She had worn underwear, but it was silky and matched her outfit perfectly.
“I am a lawyer,” Candice announced. She tittered. “I handle papers and stuff. And…” she groped to remember what else she did, “and other legal stuff.”
“What about your jobs?”
“Oh, we asked the boys to handle our things today,” Candice said, dismissive. “It’s a boring job, anyway. Darrel and Ronald said they’d let us know when we need to go back.”
At the mention of the men, the two girls looked at each, and giggled.
And, despite herself, Terri found it.. nice… to fall back into the ordinary routine of housework. The two girls hung on her every word, admiring her work, nodding vigorously when she explained something so simple a kid could’ve figured it out. When they smiled, which was constantly, she smiled along with them.
“Don’t you want to go back to work?” she said, idly, when they were mopping together.
Both girls shook their heads so hard their tits jiggled. “This is so much better!!” Patricia announced. “It’s so… relaxing. You just kind of do it, and let your mind wander.”
The two giggled, again. Terri froze.
What had Mark said about that? Right, that the town was making everyone stupid. Was she turning dumb, too?
Had she read a book, or a magazine, or anything? No, she had done housework, with a happy, lazy grin, eaten ice cream, and masturbated. And that was it. Basking in that inescapable feeling of… contentment.
There had to still be time to somehow stop from becoming a contented, horny, dumbo. Terri tossed down her mop, left the two bimbos to finish up the housework, and stomped off to find her Mother.
* * *
This time, she was drinking tea with Pastor Flynn. The Reverend was in casual attire, for him, khakis and a long-sleeved shirt. He looked strange outside of all black. That same, intimidating aura hung on him, but now on a middle-aged man who used too much hair cream.
“Terri!” he said, happily. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you, recently. I’ve been very busy this past week. Caring for herds, you know how it is.”
“Hi Pastor Flynn,” Terri said, impatient. “Isn’t it caring for flocks?” It felt strange to contradict the man. He had a way of looking at you that heavily implied you were on display, and should act accordingly. Terri felt like sticking her chest out for grading. She hoped she got an A.
“You’re looking very nice, Terri,” Flynn said. Anne, next to him, nodded approvingly.
Terri took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping it. Compliments had a way of sparking her sex drive, unstoppable, leaking juice into her still cum-filled slit and sparking her nipples. She tossed her hair back, and her legs quaked.
“Pastor,” she squeaked, her legs tensed, “can I talk to Anne for a—“
“Actually, we were just talking about you,” Pastor Flynn said. “We were wondering when you planned on returning to college.”
College? Terri hadn’t thought about college since… since her first night here, actually. Why was that? Her head felt sluggish, confused and assaulted by the remaining tingles from her morning fucking. Critical thinking was too much to ask after so many surges of endorphin-laced pleasure…
“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it?” she said.
“And why did you leave in the first place, exactly?” Flynn said. He sipped at his tea, loudly.
A week and a half ago, the question would’ve pushed her out of the room, snorting, incandescent with rage. Now it was hard to actually recall what it had been. Whatever it was, it had devastated her. Terri had stopped eating, stopped going to class, let her grades plummet until the suspension notice arrived by e-mail.
“Something… about a boy?” she said, uncertain. It was all so blurry, now. Everything she had done in college. She must’ve gone to classes, right? Learned… things. About stuff. It had all drifted away, leaving behind a confused blonde with melon-shaped boobs.
Flynn chuckled. “Isn’t that always the way?” he said. He was so understanding. “College relationships are so rocky. Nothing like the old style—meet a boy, shove your tits in his face, and let him knock you up. Works like magic. Or so I’ve heard.”
Had the good Pastor said… tits? That couldn’t be right. Terri was too distracted simply by trying to keep cum from leaking down her legs. A new breath of hot wind ignited in her head from the idea of Mark knocking her up.
“What Pastor Flynn is talking about,” Anne interrupted, from her perch on the old chair. “is that we’re thinking of making the house into an official Bed and Breakfast. Calving is getting a lot of visitors, visitors with money, and we could charge more if we were registered.”
“So what does that have to do with me?” Terri said. She was going back to college… right? She certainly wasn’t going to stay here, and let Mark fill her with his hot, salty cum, and pump out babies for him. That just wasn’t… her. Right?
She felt dizzy. Running a conversation while thinking at the same time was so hard, for a girl.
“We’d need your help to run the place,” Anne explained. “You would be the maid. Except we would be paying you, of course. And you’d have to wear a uniform. Would you like that, dear?”
A uniform? One of the black French maid outfits the Professionals had shown up in, only tailored to hide a pregnant belly, Mark’s baby. No—fit to show it off—to demonstrate to all the visitors that she was a knocked up slut.
Anne and Flynn took another sip of tea. Sperm leaked down her thighs, despite her best efforts.
“You don’t have to decide right now, dear,” Anne said. “Why don’t you get dressed? The ladies are coming over for book club, and you’ll be serving tea. I have an outfit picked out for you.”
She reached behind her, behind her pile of knitting, and her unopened copy of Invisible Man. The outfit was one slight sheath of white and black, made out of silk, and with little tassles on the fringe of the too-short hem. It was hard to imagine how she could squeeze it over her big, floppy boobs.
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said. A part of her kept fighting. A small part, and growing smaller.
* * *
The Ladies had refreshed their wardrobes over the past week. They filtered into the sitting room, brilliant in bright colors, wearing huge smiles to go along with their jewelry and high heels. They settled comfortably into chairs, clutching fresh and untouched copies of Invisible Man.
Terri filtered among them. She felt calm, at ease, placid. The dress had fit very well. Her boobs were huge now, too big even for her hands. She had rolled them around with her fingers, felt the comforting weight pull on her body. Funny how the rest of her body hadn’t gotten much bigger. A little more weight at the hips, a little bit more padding all around, filling her out.
She bent over carelessly, letting everyone see the tops of her stockings. They had come with the outfit, and they were dark black. The ladies didn’t seem to mind. They were too excited to get big bowls of Flynn’s ice cream.
Terri took a big drink of water from the kitchen before she could think about it.
“Oh, right,” she thought, hazy. Mark was sure it was full of chemicals and hormones and stuff, making her big and stupid and horny. Well, she had only had two glasses. It probably wouldn’t do any more damage.
Anne took her seat, triggering the meeting. There wasn’t even a pretense of discussing the book. The ladies immediately set to gossip—who was pregnant, who wasn’t pregnant, who was fucking who. In graphic and unashamed detail, complete with hand gestures.
“Ladies,” Anne said, breaking in, “I’ve invited two new members. Candice and Patricia have been staying with us, you might have seen them working at the factory.”
The two Professionals flounced in. They hadn’t changed their outfits. But they had clearly been busy with each other. Both had flushed, red cheeks and mussed hair, and kept throwing happy looks at each other. They bounced into their seats and didn’t bother to cross their legs. Neither wore panties.
“I think Candice has an announcement for us,” Anne said, smiling. She pushed her hair back and gestured at the new Maid.
“I’m pregnant!” Candice squealed, beaming. She was crying, she was so happy. “I’ve got a baby in me!”
The ladies cooed, excited, and everyone applauded.
Patricia’s mouth hung open. “Ohmygosh,” she shrieked. “I’m pregnant too!” Patricia and Candice launched themselves across the room, hugging in a big-titted display of joy. Their hands pawed at each other, excited and busy.
The ladies went wild with approval. Terri stood there, with the tea kettle limp in her hands. Both of them? They were going to get heavy, with even larger boobs.. how much bigger could they get?
“They’ve both quit their jobs to help out with our new Bed and Breakfast,” Anne said. “We’re very excited.” She paused, and for nearly the first time, her docile smile disappeared behind a sad little line. “You know, Terri was the last I could have. So it’ll be nice to Mom around just a little bit more.”
Her Mom was… infertile? Because of her? Terri hadn’t known that.
“And maybe a grandmother, soon enough?” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “I heard about Terri and Mark. Such a nice, strong boy.”
The eyes shifted to Terri.
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri told them, backing away, resistance flaring. “I’m not a big-boobed Mommy like everyone else in this town.”
They all laughed.
“Oh, Terri, look down at yourself,” Mrs. Collie said, cocking her head. “You’ve got the boobs, you’ve got the big hips. You’re practically designed to have kids. They’ll slip right out of you. You won’t even notice.”
“No.. no, we’re using protection,” Terri said. Did she just admit she was fucking Mark? There were so many eyes on her…
“Protection, of course,” Mrs. Pritchard said, condescending nicely. “I’m sure those pills will do a wonderful job when Mark dumps a full load of cum inside of you. Or has he already?”
More giggling.
“I… I have to go,” Terri said. She could feel the eyes on her tits, on her stomach, on her moist slit. She had to get out of there, to run away.
To masturbate so hard that the ladies upstairs tittered some more.
* * *
“They’re like… teenagers,” Erica thought, numb.
It was nearly 5 in the afternoon. That meant that Robert was about to return home from his job as—she shuddered—some kind of construction tool. And that, in turn, meant the daily welcome-home ritual between him and the slutty cow that used to be Erica’s sister.
Deanna’s reaction was pathetic. When there was still an hour to go she began to watch the clock, turning towards it to check the tick. She would rub anxiously at her stomach, just now starting to show the first bulge of her pregnancy. She would toy relentlessly with her always-brief skirt, or tug at her figure-hugging shorts with the button undone. When she thought her sister wasn’t looking, she stroked at the undersides of her—huge!—breasts.
Of course, she was hard to engage at the best of times, these days. Once upon a time Deanna had been the prize student in the family, The One Who Got The Brains. She had graduated from High School at the top of her class, and been set to go to the very best college. Even when she had rebelled against her upbringing, run off with a brawny, dumb man, the family had figured she’d grow out of him. How could she not? Breeding would tell.
The brainy Deanna had disappeared. Her interests were limited to: Robert, pregnancy, sex, and daytime television. If Erica tried to talk politics, or literature, she listened patiently, rubbed her stomach, and then changed the subject back to something inane.
Robert arrived home. “Ding-dong!” he said, as he always did on the front step. Erica sneered.
He crashed through the front door, as always, sweating and enthusiastic. He caught his expanding wife up in a bear hug, kissed her—indecently—and then the two made out where they had met. If she hadn’t been there, Erica was half sure they would simply fuck on the carpet.
She wiped a bead of sweat off her own forehead.
But what was really bothering Erica was the—there was no other word—the scent.
It was maddening.
Whatever it was, it kept assaulting her at odd times. She would be walking around the house, and this strange, musky odor would creep into her head. And then she would have to look around, sniffing, trying to get another burst of the smell.
Erica knew it was making her do strange things. She stalked around the house when Deanna was gone, trying to get another hit. She dug through cupboards and prowled bedrooms, looking for it, aching for it.
And when she did get a hit, she was inevitably in her bedroom within minutes, rubbing furiously at her puffy and swollen tits. They had taken to the country air, just like her sisters.
Robert and Deanna retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to do the cooking, again. But Erica couldn’t seem to mind. She had gotten two hits in there, just yesterday.
* * *
She finally found the scent in the bedroom.
Not hers, although the guest bedroom was perfumed by her embarrassed and extremely erotic self-play sessions.
Deanna and Roberts. Erica eased into it, increasingly desperate, while Deanna was out running errands.
The couple had a small, twin-sized bed, with cheap sheets. Deanna’s side was barely used. They apparently slept nearly on top of each other. Or—the erotic imagery was getting more frequent and indecent—with him inside of her.
Robert’s boxer shorts sat on the carpet, flung halfway across the room. Deanna typically kept a spotless house; boring cleaning had become one of her few passions. She must not’ve had time to toss it into the wash.
The scent seemed to grow out of the disgusting, wrinkled shorts.
Erica inhaled, tried to stop herself, and failed. She willed her fingers to stop, and they reached out to grab the discarded pair of underwear. It was still sticky with what had to be drying cum, from last night’s adventures fucking the shit out of her sister.
Erica lowered her nose to it.
When she came to, she had fallen backwards onto the bed, and was pawing lewdly at her own tedious pair of pants. The underwear was just underneath her nose, Robert’s scent filling her, completing her. Making her understand—her sister hadn’t chosen Robert. Robert had chosen her, and all she could do, as a girl, was to simply obey.
And get fucked, of course. Erica finally managed the zipper, plunged two fingers into her slit. Two more followed, all the way up her cunt, until she dripped onto their bed. She was unused to masturbation, and had to teach herself where to touch, where to stroke, how to grab at her nipples to add to the burning heat in her head. She bucked, shaking the bedsprings, cumming wildly in a spray of juice.
Eventually she stopped, out of exhaustion. One hand rested on her tits, another lingered just inside her pussy, and Erica fell asleep.
When she woke up, her sister sat on the bed, on top of her.
She was giggling, amused, and wore hot pink shorts with another slutty halter top.
“Deanna… I can… this isn’t…” Erica said, propping herself up. “It’s not my fault. There’s something… some sort of drug..” Her pants were still bunched around her ankles.
“You want this, don’t you?” Deanna said, smirking. She waved the underwear in front of Erica’s nose. Erica nodded, weakly. She did need more. So much more.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” Deanna said. “Lets get you all ready, sis! Oh, this is going to be fun! We’ll be sisters together!”
“I’m not going to be… like you..” Erica said. Her sister arched an eyebrow, then slipped a finger into Erica’s still available snatch. It sunk to the hilt. Erica groaned. Stopping this madness never occurred to her.
How could anything feel that good?
What was happening to her?
* * *
It was nearly time for Robert to come home.
It had been a long and mortifying day.
She was wearing pink. Erica had never worn pink in her whole life, just a long stretch of blacks, greys, and browns. Sensible clothes.
And she certainly hadn’t shown off her ass. Now it waited just beneath a daringly brief skirt, coupled with pink pantyhose that Deanna had picked out.
She had tried to draw the line at the pink panties. But every time she got the will to resist up, Deanna would just wave that pair of boxer shorts in front of her, and she gave in. By the end of the day she just looked at her purse, where they were, and Erica gave in.
Deanna had decided to show off her ass “until your titties come in.” That sounded ominous. Her boobs were nicely sized. A decent handful. Was she about to pop out sweater-kittens like her sister’s new rack?
Erica licked her lips and tried not to want them.
The bustier made her look like trash. It was light green. It didn’t really match the skirt, actually, but Deanna seemed to care only for what the outfit did show, rather then what it didn’t.
Deanna had allowed her one orgasm, in the changing room. She had been surrounded by girls in the same horny daze, flying through cheap, slutty clothes as fast as they could throw them on. All had large boobs held back by complicated bras. So many were pregnant. So many had boobs leaking white milk. Erica had screamed an orgasm and no one had even thought it strange.
The town was insane. Girls walked around in a blissed-out haze, either pregnant or clearly planning it, and not a single one in anything less then a two-inch heel. The couples groped each other, hands up skirts, and the outlines of monster-sized cocks were always obvious down the front of the male’s pants.
Deanna kept chatting about their “future together.” They were going to have babies, and big milky boobs, and take turns fucking Robert. She assured Erica that he had enough “cum and dick” for both of them.
Erica just nodded. That was good. Right? Then Deanna waved the scent in front of her, again.
They stopped at the diner for lunch. Deanna met up with her new friends, equally vacuous young girls with swelling tummies and no brains. They had chatted idly about looking hot with a preggo tummy. Erica had been served a milkshake by a dark-haired girl in tight blue shorts. The nametag read “Susan!”
In the middle of lunch, Deanna innocently slipped a finger under her sister’s skirt, and fingered her greased up clit. Erica had nearly gotten the will to fight back, to charge out of their, get into the Mercedes, and drive madly away.
Then she had spread her legs wider.
Now it was 4:30. Deanna was trying to explain to her what she had to do to get Robert to unleash more of that delicious, wonderful scent on her. But she couldn’t seem to pay attention to the most simple of directions.
Instead, she kept looking at the clock.
* * *
Robert busted through the door, ready with his usual enthusiastic smile and bear hug.
Instead, his wife was positioned on the couch, giggling like mad and touching herself. He frowned, puzzled. What was this all about?
Deanna pointed down, at his feet.
Erica, her snotty sister, was kneeling just in front of Robert’s pants. Her meager tits were open for display, underneath a halter, and she had long, smooth legs covered up with shiny pink. Her eyes glistened.
“Go ahead and fuck her, honey!” Deanna said. “But I told her to suck your cock, first.”
He shrugged. Robert wasn’t much into critical thinking these days. Working hard all day and fucking his wife all night seemed to pretty much cover his needs. Why turn down free head?
“Then you’re going to get her knocked up,” Deanna announced.
Robert’s cock sprang to attention. Now Erica had his full interest. As much as he loved his wife’s growing tummy, and the big chest that came with it, there was just something about depositing a load in a fertile womb. It… called to him.
Erica fumbled with his fly. She had pink painted fingernails. Those were new.
It sprang free. Robert was proud of his dick. It had grown impressively, in just the past month. Now it snaked down his leg. It came matched with large red balls, stuffed with sperm. Deanna had assured him that it was amazing.
“Go ahead, suck it,” Deanna urged. But Erica seemed to be just concentrating on her breathing, sniffing, weirdly, over his dick. Finally, sighing at her inexperience, Robert maneuvered his cock to her lips, and pushed in.
Erica seemed startled. A bit of the self-assured, condescending sister pushed back, and her eyes bulged, protesting against the warm cockhead pushing its way towards her throat. Then Robert let loose with a early jet of precum.
After that, Erica was happiness itself.
She swallowed just as much as her sister, who was frigging herself with eager abandon on the couch, mixing it up with fits of the giggles. Erica sucked hard. Robert chuckled. She had no idea what he could unleash, these days. She would choke without some training.
His balls boiled, and he pulled out, unceremoniously.
“What.. why’d you stop?” Erica whined.
“Go ahead and bend over, honey,” Robert said. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
Erica pondered this, thoughts moving sluggishly through a sea of scent. “Okay,” she concluded. That sounded pretty hot. Babies were cool.
* * *
The formerly prim sister laid on the floor, breathing hard. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant. If the first load of cum hadn’t done it, the second or third had. Robert had just kept pushing inside of her, igniting her, long after the last bits of proper woman had been replaced by knocked-up slut. She felt… gooey, he had left so much white stuff inside of her.
Her life lay in tatters. She had a career, back in the City. Friends. A life. Interests outside of fucking and sucking.
Deanna kneeled next to her. Still smiling, she rubbed at Erica’s tummy. It was covered in cum, from when Robert had dripped, after finally pulling out.
“This is going to be great,” she said, enthusiastic. Erica smiled, weakly.
At least she had her sister back.
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Author’s Note: I’d first like to thank everyone who read my first story and gave me feedback. I had seriously not anticipated or was even prepared for my story to attract any readers amongst a site where far more experienced writers reside (I say that as I’ve seen excellent stories myself as I am a fan of this site.) I had only contemplated writing my first story out of boredom, but now, due to the inspiring acceptance and excitement I received from my first story, as well as the gifts on constructive advice and motivation for future reference from more experienced writers/readers, I have decided to continue writing in my free time. (Thank you by the way to The_Purvv and other commentators, leave a name for me to reference my thanks in the comments and I will thank you by name in my next Author’s Note.) Before I continue however, I would like to address some things that were present in the comments in the last story’s comments, such as the authenticity and realism of details; I would like to remind that this is a fictitious story line but has certain aspects of reality to add the texture to the authenticity. For example, I was and still am a practitioner of Krav Maga and have been in several small competitions, I did participate in sports such as soccer and diving, I do have a sister who I am protective of and have gotten into physical altercations on her behalf on several occasions. I realize that some of these aspects within the story make it seem fake or even impossible to believe, but please understand that I only intend to create a story to intrigue and draw people in, a work of fiction and imagination with changes to many details of the small portions of my life written in the work. If I wanted to write an autobiography of my personal life I’d label it true story and properly describe myself and others in a more detailed light. But nevertheless, I appreciate the honesty of the comments and advice I received, and I intend to use it to the best of my ability, so now, I would like to show my thanks to all the readers and supporters by writing my next story. I sincerely hope that this next story does not disappoint and that you all enjoy!
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A delicately, tickling sensation was what drew Jason Frost out from the cool tranquility of a dream. He began to stir into consciousness when he vaguely became aware of someone next to him on his bed. The first thing he noticed as they looked down was a hand, his sleepy eyes followed the hand to an arm, then a shoulder, then a bare body that lay next to him. He felt a shift from the head that lay on his chest and looked down where his eyes were met by a familiar sight; his brain immediately kick-started as he recognized the girl with the stunning golden eyes.
“Hi…” He whispered in a mumbled voice, his body slower than his brain at waking up. Kyra answered in the same voice,
“Hi…” Jason could feel her tiny, little fingertips lightly tracing patterns on his chest; her heart beating in time with his own, as they enjoyed the feeling of their bodies so close and entwined together. The light was shining through the window as they lay in a blissful embrace on the bed, the sheets barely covering them, he knew that if anyone walked into his room right now they would see a tangle of naked limbs. He wasn’t concerned and didn’t even care if he got caught, he was holding a beautiful girl in his bed and had just had one of the most memorable nights of his life. Just then though, Kyra’s fingertips had probed the wound on his chest and he instantly felt pain erupt from the cut, she noticed him winced and realized she had done something wrong, pulling herself into a sitting/leaning position over him, her softball-sized boobs hanged down off her chest as she looked between his eyes and the cut.
“Where did you get that gash?” she had a facial expression that was caught between shock and concern, her fingers gently crossing the skin around the cut. Jason’s eyes were working quickly, he was caught between looking at Kyra’s eyes or her outstanding tits. Smirking, Kyra pulled her hand to his face and snapped her fingers, when his eyes quickly met hers, “Eyes up here pretty boy,” while gesturing from her boobs to her eyes. Smiling from being caught, Jason replied,
“Sorry babe, I can’t help it. I mean, a naked pretty girl in your bed would make you stare right?” He sat up and kissed her deeply before falling back on his pillow, smiling. Kyra smiled back as she began to rub and massage her hands along his torso and stomach,
“What happened tough guy?” she asked. Jason, who was actually enjoying her hands roaming his body, became aware of the serious tone in her voice and sat up to look her directly in her eyes. He could immediately tell that her golden eyes were filled with worry and, vaguely, fear. He took her head between his hands and kissed her, holding her head and the kiss for a couple seconds before slowly pulling away and answering.
“When I faced those jackasses last night, they were all swinging around little switchblades and one got a little lucky with his, that’s why the hoodie I gave you had a small cut. It looks worse than it is Kyra, trust me.” He was looking at her face when he realized that her eyes were starting to tear up, he pulled her close and hugged her, and it was then that she started to sob in his arms. He held her for a few minutes before she pulled away, she still had tears on her cheeks but had stopped crying, she managed to mumble out a couple words,
“You fought those guys to save me even though they could have killed you! I can’t do this to you! I can’t let you risk yourself just to protect me!” She started to sob hysterically again, not able to stand seeing her like this, Jason pulled her close and kissed her, holding his lips to hers and not letting her slip away. He held the kiss with her for a minute, his body touching hers helped him feel her heart pounding through her chest, which slowly calmed down to which he pulled his lips away.
“Kyra, I did not risk my life to kick those guys’ asses, I knew I could beat them from the start and I would not have let them hurt or rape you. I would never allow myself to stand by when I know that someone could be hurt and I deliberately do not assist them knowing that I could have save them.” Kyra sniffled,
“But…” Jason quickly interrupted,
“But nothing Kyra! I have been gifted with fighting skills that allow me to protect people, I like protecting people and if I can use my skills to aid that endeavor, then I’m glad for that. I do not regret risking anything to save you or anyone else, believe me.” This time she leaned in and kissed him. Immediately, they embraced and began to passionately make out, their lips barely separating at all as though if they did they wouldn’t be able to breathe. Their kissing was not meant to be wild or feral, but instead pure passion, they wanted to be together. Their actions were heating up, groping each other soon began to make both teens start to pant and sweat in the heat of the moment, slowly moving close to hot morning sex. Kyra was the first to succumb to the desire, pushing Jason onto his back and slowly crawling onto him and preparing to mount him. They both had the looks of fierce desire in their eyes, neither of them wanted to do anything more than to make love again and again before they had to return to the world, but unfortunately, fate had other ideas.
Two bad situations would occur to the teens in the next few minutes, both ruining their morning glory. Jason’s alarm had just become the biggest cock-block and the worst enemy in both his and Kyra’s world. Shrill and extremely annoying, Kyra was so surprised by the alarm that she lost her balance and fell before she could mount Jason, he was so surprised and infuriated by the alarm’s abrupt end to their primal urges that he swatted the alarm off his nightstand, promptly shutting off after it hit the floor. They had to get out of bed, they needed to clean off all the dried sweat and cum and juices from their bodies and the sheets, Kyra also needed to get to her house to change and get stuff for school, they each synchronized a groan as they got up from the comfy bed. That was the first situation, the second followed minutes later. Both of the teens knew that they had to get moving or else they’d be screwed, Kyra however had other ideas, she pulled him by the hand out the bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom. Just as they reached the bathroom door, they started making out in the doorway, deciding to be halfway in the bathroom and halfway in the hall. The next bad situation followed in 5..4..3..2…
“WHAT THE FUCK!!?!?!?!!”….1… Jason and Kyra spun around, both stark naked, and faced a shocked and infuriated Tina standing at the top of the staircase. Simultaneously, they muttered “…Fuck…” as they realized that not only had they been caught, but from Jason’s sister and Kyra’s friend of all people. They each stood where they were, the two blushing teens were embarrassed and naked but could not move from Tina’s view, who stood there with her mouth forming an angry “O” shape. “Would either of you like to explain why I happened to walk right into my younger brother and one of my friends, who I don’t remember coming home with me last night so why the hell is she IN MY HOUSE. Furthermore….WHY ARE YOU NAKED!” Kyra had pursed her lips shut and Jason could only gawk at first before an elbow to the guts from Kyra made him start to think again. His mind worked furiously as he tried to think of something to say, all he could think of was,
“Uh Tina….well…..when a man and a woman are interested in each other, sometimes a series of events lead to a rise in temperature, the two then decide to take their clothes off and one things leads to another and…..” He heard a short giggle come from Kyra before they both were cut off by a single gesture from Tina.
“Jason, if you fucking smartass me right now so help me God I will end you and bury you so deep that the fires of hell will give you a tan.” She was dead serious and Jason knew that she would do it if he fucked with her. He felt himself take a big gulp. Tina pointed to him and said, “We are going to talk about this later.” He gulped again and said,
“Yes ma’am.” She turned her attention to Kyra.
“And you…. Since you’re a good friend of mine I won’t do shit until I know how the FUCK this happened. Right now I want you to take a shower quick so I can take you the fuck home so you can change and so you can get your shit and we can get to fucking school. Go. Now.” Promptly, both Kyra and Jason moved to enter the bathroom together, they managed to get the door closed before they heard a shout from Tina. “SEPARATELY YOU DUMBASSES!!!” Jason gave Kyra a big kiss that neither could pull away from. “JASON!!!!” Another shout from Tina got him moving, “And put on some pants before I kick your ass!!”
Jason made it too his room before he burst out laughing his ass off, he could not believe what just happened. He probably would have kept laughing had he not looked at the time and realized Will was picking him up in 45 minutes, he needed to hurry. He ran and took a shower in his parents’ bathroom, quickly finishing and drying off before running to his room, where he could not find anything that was Kyra’s. “They must have left while I was in the shower,” he began to crave Kyra’s naked body again, it had been 20 minutes since he last saw her but it started to feel like days, he missed her already. Jason sighed and quickly got dressed in a gray tee and jeans and quickly ate breakfast, he stepped outside when he saw Will’s car and jumped into his truck. He tried hiding his last experience from him, but once again, he never had a chance
“You had sex.” Jason was stunned and began gawking, he quickly straightened out,
“Since when did you start reading minds?!?” Will laughed,
“Since the last time I saw that awful attempt at hiding something from me, which I think was when Mallory Wells had told you she didn’t like me and you tried to keep me from getting hurt.”
“In my defense, she was a whore and I didn’t want you getting depressed because some slut rejected you. And last I checked you took it better me telling you than hearing it from her, soooo……” They both started laughing incredibly hard, as Will began asking questions about how it was, basic male questions about sex, but one question he never answered was who it was with. Will kept asking, but he was adamant.
“Come on man! I’m your best friend, you gotta tell me!” Will practically begged, but Jason’s answer was always the same,
“You’ll see.”
“You suck!” They both laughed again just as they arrived to the school. Will had informed Jason as they walked across the parking lot that his bruises had already started to fade away, but both of them could still tell that people were staring at him as he walked through the school, he wondered why, was everyone still talking about the fight? As he and Will walked down the hall, they didn’t see it coming when all of a sudden they felt an arm around their necks, they looked between them to see Mara, who was using them like crutches as they all walked down the hallway.
“Do you know how easy it is to sneak up on you two? Seriously, Will, Jace, too easy.” They all laughed, but Mara could immediately tell something was up. “What’s the matter guys?” They both responded, “Nothing…” She looked at Will, then to Jason, turning back to Will she asked, “Okay, what’s up with Frosty.” He jabbed her in the side for calling him that, only Mara used that nickname on him since they were kids and she knew that it drove him crazy. Will grinned as he looked at Jason and asked,
“Can I tell her?”
“Tell me what?” Mara was confused, glancing from Will to Jason. Jason shrugged the okay, to which Will leaned in and whispered into her ear. Her reaction was immediate. “Shut the fuck up!! He did!! No wonder Frosty seemed like he melted!” Jason couldn’t help but grin, and just like Will, Mara started nagging him to tell them who it was that he had sex with, but Jason kept his mouth shut. Now both of them were nagging him and he didn’t know what to say except nothing.
“Tell us who it was Jace!!” They were begging him by the time they reached Jason’s locker, but he kept refusing again and again, until they finally broke,
“You know what, we’re just gonna wait until we see her, neither you nor her can wait forever to meet in school, we will find her!” This is where things got interesting, for as they were speaking, Jason was looking past them and saw the one girl he really wanted to see more than ever. He instantly recognized Kyra walking down the hall towards him, she was wearing a frilly red blouse with dark jeans that already got his blood pumping, bringing his sail to half-mast already. She was 20 feet away and closing when he dropped his bag and stepped through Mara and Will, they met in a hug in the middle of the hallway before they kissed in front of everyone, they didn’t even care that everyone was staring as they held the kiss for almost a minute. When their lips finally separated, Jason smiled as he introduced Kyra to his gawking best friends.
“Guys you kept asking to tell you who she was, here she is.” Kyra managed an awkward little hello, giggling, Mara and Will returned the greeting just as awkwardly, partly because they were still gawking, “Kyra Despos, meet my two best friends, Mara Bell and Will Kingsley.”
“Nice to meet you…Kyra… Jason, a word please…” Will and Mara muttered out responses before promptly pulling Jason aside, away from Kyra, and started to bombard him.
“Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck,” this was Will, “Your first bang was with HER!?!” discreetly gesturing towards Kyra, Jason nodded the affirmative. Mara squealed in excitement as she hugged him as Will followed suit and sandwiched Jason between Mara and himself, the two started acting like 5 year-olds as they jumped around still hugging. Jason, who was jumping and laughing from within the hug, looked over to Kyra and caught her eye, giving her a sheepish grin as his best friends still kept hopping around. Finally, Mara extracted herself from the hug and said to Will,
“Looks like Jason finally decided to join the club. Took him long enough, huh Will?”
“Yup. I don’t know about you Mar but I was getting kinda worried that Jace bought the farm, I was starting to think that he needed saving by his playmates.” Mar just stood there with a confused look on her face, even after being his best friend for almost 13 years, only Jason was able to understand Will’s aviator slang which constantly baffled Mara.
“What?” she obviously had no idea what he said, so Jason had to come to her rescue.
“He said that he was getting worried that I failed at getting laid by myself and thought that I would need my wingman,” Mara glared at him, “AND wing-woman, to save me and help me get laid.” Will did a Hallelujah and stuck his fist out for Jason to bump, which he did. Will was obsessed with the Navy and the Air Force, mainly due to the story of his parents, which everyone had heard more than once heard from him. His parents had met while they were on leave from active duty, his mom serving as an aircraft mechanic and his dad an aviator who flew missions during the Gulf War, both of them had met while off-duty when their ships were docked. They didn’t know if they would see each other again until they discovered that they were in fact serving on the same aircraft carrier; Will said that his dad had constantly chased her around and it wasn’t until the war ended that his mom finally reciprocated. Since Jason and Mara had met him, Will had always wanted to go to the Air Force ever since he learned his parents’ heritage and he would constantly say how he was born to be in the air. “Oh and by the way, I was not in trouble asshole, I just wasn’t interested in getting in bed with every girl that came onto me.” Will shrugged,
“Eh, fair enough.” He was about to say more when the 3 friends were interrupted by the 5-minute-bell that meant they had to get to homeroom, Jason quickly told his friends they’d talk in class before slipping past them and reaching Kyra.
“Where’s your homeroom?” he asked after grabbing her hand. He saw a twinkle in her eye.
“Follow me.” She said smiling as she pulled him away from the lockers. He followed her through one of the school’s emergency exits, which led to the unused stairwell that the stoners would use to get high in, the nerds would play games in, and the couples and sluts would bang in. Jason knew that he wasn’t going to be seeing Mara or Will in homeroom.
The second Jason confirmed the coast was clear and the door locked, Kyra jump on him, her arms and legs wrapping around his neck and waist, as her lips honed in on his. Jason returned the kiss as they began to passionately make out in the stairwell, Jason with his back to the wall as he held Kyra aloft in his arms. Both of them knew that if they were going to do anything fun, they wouldn’t have much time before homeroom finished, and Kyra was the first to move into action. Separating herself from him, she swiftly knelt down to undo his belt buckle and pants, her fingers fumbled around in his boxers before he felt her hand pull out his semi-erect dick. He saw her eyes widen and fill with lust as she deftly started to stroke it,
“I’m never going to not be surprised by how big this is, I just gotta have it right now.” She returned her attention to the quickly hardening cock in her hands, and ran her tongue up its length, stopping for a second at the tip were she began flicking her tongue across the head. She kept licking up and down his dick until he was at his maximum size, Jason all the while feeling great as he climbed the stairway to heaven, what she did next though brought him directly to the pearly gates instantaneously. Without taking her tongue of his head, she brought her mouth around the tip of his head and plunged her head down over his shaft, pulling in over half his length down her mouth on the first go. Bringing her head back up she started sucking and swirling her tongue around his cock head before taking a deep breath again and plunging her head down again on his shaft, trying to take the whole length in. She almost made it, stopping at only two-thirds its length, where Jason felt his head rub against the sides of her throat, unaware he was lightly pushing his hips to get further in her mouth, he was in such bliss that he could have been punched anywhere on his body and he wouldn’t feel it in his ecstasy. He heard Kyra make a small choking sound, which reverberating through her jaw which caused a vibration around Jason’s cock, he tried to stifle a moan through his teeth but to no avail, it still came out pretty loud. She pulled off once more, to his displeasure, but before he could say anything, she took a deep breath and once again swallowed his cock, this time taking his whole length into her mouth. “Dear Sweet Mother of God” was he could think, he tried to speak but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was an uninhibited and uncontrollable moan. This time Jason knew without a doubt that he had hit the back of her throat, and he was aware that he was thrusting into her throat, hearing Kyra start to gag but not pull her head off, holding her mouth over his entire length for a couple seconds as Jason felt her throat contract and squeeze his whole shaft, he could feel himself getting close. A couple seconds later and Kyra pulled her mouth off his cock and coughed, Jason however was not coming down from his high as he tried to find his voice, managing only a couple words,
“’Bout…to cum…” he barely got the words out, Jesus he was out of breath from that. Kyra was already pushing her pants and a sexy black thong down her legs when she quickly stepped closer to Jason, pulling her leg up to allow him easier access to her pussy, which was already glistening wet.
“Well I need you inside me right fucking now so don’t even think about cumming without me.” She said seriousness heavy and hot in her voice, he was so aroused by it he instantly was ready to continue. Catching his breath again, Jason moved his hands around her and grabbed a firm hold of her ass and lifted her into the air, allowing him far better mobility for what they were about to do. Kyra’s hand was underneath them, using it to guide Jason’s cock head to her dripping slit, they both gave a slight moan as he gently penetrated her and slowly slide his length deeper inside her. When he finally bottomed out, his shaft buried deep inside her pussy, they both started into a rhythm, Jason thrusting into Kyra’s pelvis, while her hips humped back into his, both gradually picking up speed and intensity. Jason was back in heaven as he felt Kyra’s tight pussy walls clench his dick, she gyrated her hips as he thrust into her which made the sensation even more amazing on his dick. Kyra was already making soft, sexy moans already, and Jason knew that they didn’t have much time left, so he decided once again to be spontaneous. Pulling out of her, he got her back to her feet and turned her around so that she was closer to the wall. Both now standing, he turned Kyra so she would face the wall and have her back to him, Jason then made her lean against as he stood back to admire her sexy, round ass. Smacking her ass a couple times, she gave an innocent yet sexy “ow” mixed into a moan as he re-entered her tight pussy, immediately going into a fast, intense rhythm as he fucked her from behind. It didn’t take long before Kyra was moaning loud, trying not to scream but Jason could tell she wanted to hard. Thinking fast, he reached in front of her and pulled her top off her chest before placing the wadded up shirt in her mouth, allowing her to scream and moan without care as she grew closer to an orgasm. But he didn’t stop there, one hand pulled her bra down, freeing her magnificent tits and exposing them to the world and his hands which immediately began to grope and knead them. Keeping one hand holding onto her boob, he moved the other back to her ass, spanking her right butt cheek as they entered into the final stretch of their sex session. Kyra reached up to her mouth and pulled out the shirt and panted out between moans,
“Ooohhh…….yesss….babe…..don’t stop…..I’m so close…” She placed her hands back on the wall for support as Jason continued fucking.
“Me too….I’m almost there…Come on, final push baby!!!” He picked up the pace as he and Kyra began to fuck more wildly and roughly than they had ever done before, wanting to finish in full swing. Less than a minute later, both of them screamed as a powerful, intense orgasm rocked their bodies. Jason clenched his teeth in an attempt to suppress his own scream with mild success, as he felt long ropes of his cum spurt inside Kyra’s flooding pussy; his orgasm had taken him so high that right now he was sitting on cloud nine. Kyra was struck by a far more intense orgasm, she was still biting her wadded up shirt in a far more vain and futile attempt to suppress her scream, which was still loud enough that it echoed in the empty stairwell. Her body went rigid in her orgasm, her pussy flooded by the mix of Jason’s cum and her own, so much that a couple drops had fallen from her leaking cunt.
They both started to come down from cloud nine, Jason slouching against Kyra’s body as they both tried to catch their breath; it took a few minutes before they finally were able to manage words. It was Kyra who spoke first.
“How…can you possibly…be so good…..” she was still panting from the sex, Jason was in a slightly better state.
“Maybe it’s not that I’m good……maybe I just have a good partner.” He gently planted kisses on her neck from behind. Kyra smiled and reached behind her to caress his face,
“Jason, you’re definitely the best I’ve ever had, but I have to tell you something, something important.” Jason could feel his heart stop, it practically skipped a beat, as he noted the seriousness in her voice. He sat down on the wall and pulled her too him.
“What’s the matter?” Kyra took his hand in hers and pulled it to her face, she gave a small smile as she looked into his silver eyes.
“Jason, I love having sex with you, but can I tell you the truth.”
“Of course you can.”
“When your sister was driving me home this morning, she told me that I could not stay with you because she knew how I like to sleep around. I told her with you I never planned on doing anything when I’m with you, but she continued with something else that kinda got me.”
“What?” Jason was trying to hide his rising anger. “Tina, that bitch!” he thought.
“Well, she had apparently found out that a couple other girls that are now interested in you. When she saw me and you naked in your house this morning she knew that I had stayed the night, she knows that I’m not the kind of girl to fall asleep after sex so that was her first inclination you were good.” “What the fuck?” He thought.
“Since when is my sister allowed to take liberties over who I’m with and who my dick goes into!” He was starting to get visibly angry, he was fuming. Kyra quickly tried to explain.
“Jason! She told me that as her little brother, she wanted you to have the best final two years of high school before college, she told me that she wanted to try to set you up with other girls before she left! I felt selfish keeping a Godsend like you only for myself!” He took her face between his hands,
“But what if I wanted to stay with only you! What if I didn’t care about other girls anymore?!?!” He felt her pulling away but moved in and kissed her deeply, passionately. After about 5 or 6 seconds he pulled away and just stared deep into her eyes, trying to memorize everything he could about her beautiful, golden eyes. Kyra smiled weakly as she put her hands over his, his palms still holding her face.
“Jason….I will never forget you, ever, but I’m leaving for college in a year and I’m not getting into a relationship only to leave you soon after, I will not do that to you. And I will not allow you to keep the gift in your pants all to myself.” She promptly stood up and started to redress herself, her pussy was still dripping with cum. Jason still sat against the wall, shocked, while his mind worked at a million miles an hour to comprehend what just happened. He had just started to pull his pants back up just as Kyra finished and knelt in front of him.
“Jason, you are a great guy, there will be other girls that will make your life better, and I know there will be one girl who is perfect for you, I can’t be in the way to stop that girl from finding you, and I will not be there to stop you from living you life.” She stood up and moved to the door, opening it slightly and looking to see if anyone was around, before stepping halfway back into the hall. Jason didn’t know what to say.
“Kyra……” he felt tears begin to form around his own eyes. “Not now,” he thought, “Damn it, not now….” Kyra looked at him once more with her radiant, golden eyes, and said,
“Goodbye….Jason Frost.” She stepped out the door and in a split second, she was gone. Jason’s hands went straight to his head, cradling it as he tried to process what just happened.
“No no no NO!!!!” He lashed out with his fist and hit the wall, not hard enough to break his fist, but hard enough that the wall made a dull thud and his hand began to hurt. He ignored the pain, he felt tears fill his eyes and begin to flow down his face as he buried his head between his legs as he let the tears flow, quietly sobbing from a new ache in his heart. “GODDAMMIT TINA!!! WHY!?!!?!!!” he screamed inside his head, he would have kept swearing vulgarities and curses about Tina but was interrupted by the ringing of the first period bell, homeroom was over, he had to move.
Wiping his face of tears and slapping his cheeks to get rid of the redness, he finished pulling his pants up and grabbed his bag, checking himself in window’s reflection before quietly exiting the stairwell and entering the hallway. Keeping his head down, he walked to his first period class, where he didn’t think he would see anyone he would know, he was wrong when he noticed out of the corner of his eye someone familiar. It was Tina.
Jason saw his sister talking to a couple girls, he could feel his stomach fill and bubble with anger as he rapidly approached the group and spoke, he made his voice overflow with too much happiness, almost sarcastically.
“Hey Tina! Hey Tina’s friends, sorry but I need to borrow my sister for a second. Thanks!” He didn’t even wait for a reply, he just grabbed her arm and clamped his fingers together as he pulled her away from the group. She was already berating him.
“What the hell is WRONG with you!?!” Jason had pulled her aside from everyone, no one would bother them or see them.
“What’s wrong with me,” he hissed, “Nothing actually, I just have a sister who proceeded to take liberties over my love life because she didn’t want me to sleep with one of her friends!” He could feel his anger seething out, Tina noticed that.
“Jason, I was only trying to protect you from getting hurt from Kyra, she sleeps around and I didn’t want my little brother getting hurt.” She answered quietly.
“No, no you weren’t. You were trying to stop me fucking YOUR friends. You didn’t give a shit about whether or not I would get hurt, you wanted to maintain your reputation as Tina, popular girl, not Tina, Jason Frost’s older sister!”
“Jason that’s not true!” She was getting defensive.
“Don’t you dare tell me what is true and what isn’t true Tina!!!” he almost screamed, “You told Kyra to not stay with me when you were driving her home! She left me after we fucking during homeroom and now I just lost a chance with the girl I happened to really like, because you couldn’t handle catching me fucking someone in OUR house even though I’ve caught you doing just that a dozen times before!” She was staring at the floor during his tirade, she glanced up when he said, “Girl he really liked.”
“You like Kyra?”
“Yeah, I DID like her. You ruined that when you told her to leave me hanging the night after I lost my virginity to her.” He saw a tear forming in her eye, he didn’t give a shit.
“Jason…I’m sorry…I didn’t know…” She was definitely starting to have tears well up in her eyes.
“Tina, I have taken and done a lot of shit for you since we were little, you have told me thousands of times sorry and I accepted them because you are my sister, but right now, take your sorry and shove it up your ass.” He said this with a stern face and a serious tone, trying to suppress the anger that was raging inside him as he began to walk away, noticing tears already sliding down her cheeks as he turned away. “Fuck that” he thought as he walked away from her, ignoring the tears.
The next couple periods passed quickly when lunch came around. He hadn’t seen Will, Mara, or anyone else all day and the same occurred when he went to lunch. No one was around; normally he would see a couple of his friends but due to the school’s strange, weekly schedule, perhaps no one had his lunch period today. Sighing, he went to his regular table that he always sat and kicked back, closing his eyes to in an effort to clear his head again. It worked a little bit and he was sure it was working when suddenly he felt two small hands cover his eyes from behind. Jason was so shocked he felt his chair wobble as he fell backwards, hitting the tile cafeteria floor with a bang.
“Oh my God! Jason, I’m so sorry!” Flat on his back, Jason could feel his head start to ache as he looked up to see who was standing over him. Normally, he would have jumped straight up and played it off as his fault for the person in front of him, but today Jason could not even pull it off.
“Oh, hi Brook. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He felt a little banged up, but he ignored the pain.
“Are you okay? Do you need help getting up?” She was obviously way more concerned than she needed to be, it was both cute and funny. Jason may have been hurt both physically and emotionally, but he still had his humor.
“Oh no worries, I’m fine, I’m just enjoying the view from down here.” He managed a smile and she giggled, she stuck her hand out to help him up, he took it and she tried pulling him up. He smirked as he felt her put all the strength in her tiny body into pulling him up, but it eventually worked and Brook managed to help him up, Jason pulled upwards and managed to gain his footing. He found himself standing extremely close to Brook, mere inches actually, and they still held each other’s hands. Jason was taller than Brook by a few inches, so he had to tilt his head downwards to look at her, they made eye contact. Jason felt his heart pump a little faster as he looked into her light green eyes, he became aware of Brook’s chest swelling when he noticed her boobs becoming more defined in her tight-fitting t-shirt. He also heard an almost inaudible gasp come from her lips as she looked into his eyes.
“Wow…” he heard her say,
“What?” he asked, Brook tilted her head as she looked closer into his eyes.
“Your eyes, I first thought they were blue, but now I don’t see any hue of it, I just see silver.” He turned away a little, pulled his hand away and broke eye contact, but he smiled and thanked her.
“Thanks Brook….” She saw how he was avoiding her eyes,
“Hey, Jason what’s the matter? You look like you just had a really bad day.” He tried to pull a grin together, but couldn’t manage it and glanced back at Brook.
“I…..I’m fine.” She was persistent.
“You don’t look fine. Come on, tough guy, you look like you need to talk to someone.”
“I really appreciate the offer Brook, but I met you yesterday, and I wouldn’t want to involve you in something you have a choice to hear.” She was an adamant girl though, pulling out a chair and sitting down, kicking her feet up.
“Try me. Sit down and talk.” Jason was trying to avoid sitting.
“Brook I….” She interrupted him,
“Sit.” Jason didn’t know why but he found her demanding tone kind of appealing, but he sat down and said,
“Are you sure? It’s a long story.” She glared at him and he shrugged an okay.
They talked for a while, and Jason could not believe how much he told her, the fight for Kyra, his night with her and getting caught, round two in the stairwell, his breakdown from her revelations to him, and his confrontation with his sister. She absorbed all of this, even asking questions, she was very psychological and understanding, she even got Jason to tell her the details of his sex encounters. By the end, he felt like he had been fully dissected and emasculated, but at the same time calmer, at peace, did talking to her about his problems really help that much?
“Jason, are you more interested in random sex, or in having a girlfriend?” He was caught off guard a little.
“Um what?” He was still stunned when Brook repeated herself. “Why do you want to know that?” Jason wanted to turn this examination around. She shifted slightly, herself caught off guard.
“I…uh…just was wondering, you know, just to get a better understanding of your dilemma.” she gave a laugh that was fake but Jason caught that and decided to play along.
“Okay, after having a taste of sex for the first time, I guess I’m a regular guy who likes it too. But I’m not necessarily a typical sex addicted guy who will drop everything for a random girl, I think I want to be the kind of guy who will drop everything for just one girl.”
“Why.” She was getting all Doctor Phil on him. Jason remembered a quote from Hugh Hefner,
“Because it’s not about the quantity, but the quality of the experience, I would rather have a constant new and great experience with one girl that a million random encounter with random girls, it would be more meaningful to have one person to love than dozens more to pretend I do.” Brook had put on a pair of black framed glasses and put her hair into a pony tail, she was a mix of the therapist and the sexy librarian vibe going on, it was sexy as hell.
“So right now you want a relationship more than sex?”
“I will always want a relationship in the future, but right now, after the shit I’ve had today, all I want is to get my head back on straight, to just go up to a random girl and just kiss her.” He said this looking directly into Brook’s eyes, her green eyes looking amazing through her glasses, what happened next was something he could never tell Will or Mara and convince them it really happened. Brook got up from her chair on the other side of the table and walked right up to Jason who was still sitting, where she pulled off her glasses with her left hand and used her right to grab the back of his head. Before he even realized it, Brook had leaned over him and placed her lips to his, kissing him softly, but firmly at the same time. It took Jason a long, shocked-filled second to realize that Brook was kissing him, he didn’t think though but his lips kissed back through muscle memory. Jason just leaned back in his chair making Brook lean further over him so she wouldn’t break the kiss, their lips melded together as they each got a taste of the other, both of them had their eyes closed as they pressed their lips into the other. Brook still had her hand on the back of Jason’s head, and he could feel her push his head closer to hers as they slowly began to make out in the middle of the lunchroom. Just like the rising intensity of their slow “dance,” both the teenagers started to feel their quickening heartbeats embolden them. His right hand floated up to where he gently placed it on the side of her stomach, he held it there for a second, seeing if she would back away, she didn’t, instead moving leaning closer to Jason. He knew that they wouldn’t have long before someone walked in, so he resolved to enjoy the moment. He continued with his right hand and lifted it to her face, taking her cheek into his palm, rubbing it, caressing it. He was surprised when he felt her lean closer, so much that she was about to fall on top of him, she surprised him even more when he felt her hand leave the back of his head and her arms move to wrap around his neck, she then sat her round firm ass on his knee as they continued to kiss each other. He removed his hand from her cheek and let both his hands fall to his sides, letting her body cover his. They sat there making out for at least 6-7 minutes before Brook pulled herself off him, Jason was confused as her lips left his, which abruptly took him out of his world of bliss.
“What the-” He asked bewildered, “Brook?” She stood there, her hand hovering over her mouth, she had a astounded look on her face.
“I…Jason…I gotta go…” and just like that she rushed out of the cafeteria, blushing, leaving a stunned Jason to try to figure out what just happened. One minute Jason had been in the midst of living the fantasy of most of the guys in the school, making out with Brook DeLinn, the hottest girl in the school who had come up to him and initiated a hook up in the middle of the empty lunchroom. Then without explanation, she stopped just as they both started to feel hot and their kissing got heavy. Jason felt the blood rush back around his body as he felt a softening feeling coming from his waist, he looked down and instantly figured out why she had stopped. While he was making out with her, he was so aroused by her that his blood had flowed into his member and had grown to his full length, the outline of his size showing on the side of his pant leg. “She must have felt my dick rubbing up against her, she must have been freaked out by it. Dammit!” he thought. Huffing, he cursed a little as he grabbed his bag and got up, he was about to leave when he noticed Brook’s black-framed glasses on the table, realizing she must have forgotten them, he picked them up and placed them in his bag so he could return them. The bell rang for to end the period, he started walking towards his next class.
He saw Will and Mara in his class, they immediately asked what happened, he told them everything that occurred that day, except he kept out the part with Brook. His best friends stood there gawking for the second time that day as they listened to him unfold the day’s event, it was Mara who came and hugged him first as he finished his story.
“Jesus Christ, Jason…….” She just held him in a hug, Will put his hand on his shoulder,
“Wow dude…..Are you okay?” Jason, holding back a couple tears as retelling the story made him break a little, had returned Mara’s hug with one arm, and had grabbed Will’s shoulder with his other one. Now fighting back tears, he said in a slightly broken voice,
“I…I’m fine guys….It’s just a scratch.” He tried to pull off a laugh mixed with a smile but it came out as a hoarse and creepy chuckle. “I just need some time alone today.” Mara and Will nodded, and they moved back to their seats, leaving him sitting at the back of the class. He was the same way for the rest of the day, quiet and reserved, he didn’t see Brook the rest of the day, or Kyra, or Tina. He got a ride home from school by Will, quiet still, and called his boss for the rest of the week off, his boss didn’t have a problem with it, actually noticing Jason’s disheartened voice and giving him the weekend off as well.
“Just come back when you’re good, I can’t have you teaching at your best if you’re having a shit week.”
“Thanks boss, appreciate it.” He hung up the phone and went to his room, he collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes. He flipped over and buried his head deep into his pillow, while lying face down on the pillow he smelled something sweet and rich on the pillow. Pulling his head up, he sniffed a couple more times as he realized he recognized this scent before, it was some really nice perfume he had smelled before. It hit him like a stone as he realized how it got there, it was Kyra’s. Suddenly flaring with rage and emotion, Jason chucked the pillow at the wall across from his bed, before grabbing his second pillow and doing the same thing, he then fell back onto his bed, head covered by his arms as he felt tears starting to surge. He didn’t try to stop them, he just let them flow down his cheeks and wet his sheets. He just wanted to be alone. An hour later, he heard his mom come in and ask if he was alright, he said he just needed his privacy, when she tried to say more, he heard his dad approach his mom,
“Leave him be, he’s a Frost, if he’s got a problem he’ll work it out best on his own. Come on dear.” He pulled his wife from the doorway; his mom looked uneasy, but left with him. Next came Tina,
“Jason…It’s me…” She was greeted by a flying shoe that Jason had grabbed and hurled at her head. “WHOA!….Okay I get it you’re still mad I just want to say—“ she was interrupted by the second shoe, followed by a loud “GET THE FUCK OUT!” Tina quickly closed the door and ran off down the hall. Jason didn’t give a shit about anyone right now; he just wanted to be alone.
He went to school the next day and didn’t talk to anyone, Mara and Will knew better than anyone that he just needed time and space, if they got involved he would only take longer to get his head straight. Jason just went to classes, did his homework, and just ignored the rest of the day. He saw Kyra in the hall, she was laughing with some guys and once or twice would make eye contact that they would hold for a second before they both broke it, he didn’t see Brook once, not in classes, halls, or even in school, he also avoided Tina like the plague, ignoring her feeble attempts of trying to talk to him. This process continued the next two days, he was pushing away from people and did nothing to try to make it any better, until Jason went to school on Friday.
Friday morning he woke up feeling significantly better about himself, he felt better than he did the past three days, and he got out of bed feeling great. He got dressed in jeans and pulled on his favorite plain white tee, went downstairs for breakfast and tried to find his keys to head to school. Will wasn’t driving him today because he had some kind of club already and he had to go early; Tina on the other hand didn’t need to attend school till later, allowing Jason to take the car to school today. He didn’t see his mom or his dad, they were still sleeping from their last 24 hour shift at the nearby hospital, they would have a full day to themselves before they would be called back into their next shift. Many people thought that because his parents worked in the medical field, long hours meaning little contact with family, it was the opposite really, they always spent time together and were a rather close-knit family. As Jason and Tina grew older, their parents instead of trying to keep them from going out or keeping the birds from leaving the nest, rejoiced and helped them leave, it sounded stupid at first but both Jason and Tina developed a heartache for their parents and would always come back to spend some time with them. Their folks were geniuses. Jason went back to look for his keys, which wasn’t in their normal place. He and Tina shared their family’s old 2002Mercedes ML320, a sleek black SUV that Jason considered his baby, asking his dad for help on learning on how to change the oil, changed the tires, and once he even learned how to fix the engine’s fan belt, he loved it. He was the one who took care of it, and whenever Tina needed a car, she had to ask HIM before taking it. As Jason would soon discover however, Tina could just take the car, for his dad had left him a present. He noticed a not on the counter next to a set of keys, Jason first took the note which read,
“Jason, your mom and I aren’t planning on going anywhere today, let Tina take your car and today you can use mine. You seem like you need a little down this week and I think this should give you the boost you might need. Have fun.” It was signed DAD with a little winking smiley face, it had an arrow on it which pointed to the keys next to where the note was. Jason’s face was struck with a colossal smile as he snatched up the keys and RAN into the garage.
A minute later, a massive roar echoed out the open garage door and out pulled a strikingly-beautiful 2012Dodge Challenger, painted granite grey with a black stripe down the center of the hood. Both his parents and Jason had been muscle car enthusiasts, his dad and mom wanted to get an older, more classical version of a muscle car, like a Mustang or Camaro, but instead decided to buy a brand new Dodge. Jason rarely drove it and Tina never had moved it more than an inch, she was apparently to “delicate” to handle such a machine, Jason laughed at the thought of her trying to drive this powerful beast as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the street. He could not believe his dad was letting him drive his car! He opened the windows and revved the engine, the sound that followed was not a mere purr, but a powerful roar from a 5.7 liter engine, he smiled as the vibrations shook the car when he floored the accelerator and sped down his empty street. He was grinning the entire drive as he entered the school parking lot, pulling into a spot close to the entrance and giving the engine a couple of revs, just to enjoy the shaking car and draw a couple eyes. He shut off the engine and exited the vehicle, making his way to the school entrance; people were already staring at him, and for once, he didn’t care, he actually kind of enjoyed it. He saw Will and Mara and ran up and hugged them both at the same time, lifting them both into the air in a big bear hug.
“What the hell Jason!” said a giggling Mara, “Put us down!” He swung them around a little before placing them down. Will turned to face him and said,
“Jesus Jace, you scared the crap out of me! What’s with the good mood?” Jason was so excited he couldn’t even respond with words, instead pulling out the Challenger’s keys from out of his pocket. Mara was the first one gasp.
“He gave you the Dodge!!!” she practically screamed, she was hopping up and down, “Oh my God I’m so happy for you! Let me drive it please!!” Mara also loved muscle cars, and she had wanted to drive his car just as much as he did.
“Maybe.” He said, grinning at her excited expression. Will suddenly jumped in,
“Wait I want to drive it too!” Mara immediately got defensive,
“Back off I’m driving it first, Jace loves me more.”
“No way Mar, I called first rides since his dad got it.”
“Will I swear to God I will bitch-slap you if you don’t back off.” She and Will then began to argue over who would get to drive it first, all Jason could do was stand back and laugh as he saw them argue. He just watched the scene and laughed when he suddenly her felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around and saw someone rather familiar, he felt the air get caught in his chest as he recognized her.
“Um…Hi Jason.” Jason forced himself to breathe, exhaling his pent-up breath and taking another breath of air, he then spoke.
“Hi Brook.” She stood in front of him wearing a pair of jean shorts and a beige tank top that cut off just above her belly button, Jason felt his blood rush as he saw a lacy white straps of her bra and her hot, toned stomach.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you, in private. Please?” Jason glanced towards his friends, who were still bickering, then back to Brook, who was biting her bottom lip.
“Sure.” She took his hand and led him towards the side of the hallway. Jason leaned against the wall as Brook stood close to him and spoke.
“I’m sorry I left you alone in the lunchroom without telling you why the other day.” He folded his arms,
“You just wanted to pull me aside to tell me that? I thought you left cause I was bad and you were out of my league.”
“No no no Jason, I swear to you it wasn’t that. You weren’t bad at all, like at all. If anything you were better than I imagined, I was completely enjoying what we were doing, and when I felt your…”thing”… on your leg I thought it was almost too good to be true.”
“Then why did you leave?” Brook fidgeted a little, like she was trying to dance around the question.
“……Because you opened up to me and I realized you were a sweet and amazing guy and I couldn’t go through with it…” Jason was confused.
“Wait…Go through with what?” She turned away but he could tell she wanted to let something but was holding it in, “Brook…..Please, tell me….” She looked up at him with her big green eyes, this time he noticed that her eyes seemed a little watery.
“One of the guys who you beat up was my on-and-off boyfriend, he was so mad at you that he made me try to get close to you just so he could take advantage of you when you were occupied and get back at you with some other guys. After I met you I realized you were actually a sweet guy, and when I saw and heard you on Tuesday, I wasn’t able to help myself. I swear to God what we did in the lunchroom was really me doing it and not Brent making me.” She started to tear up, water brimming in her eyes. Jason stood there aghast, he slumped against the wall and took a deep breath.
“So what I thought was my lucky day, meeting you, a girl who I figured I had a one in a million chance of meeting had really been playing me from the very start? I honestly thought that we were friends, not just some game your douche bag boyfriend made up because he couldn’t handle getting his ass kicked.” Brook was now crying, he could see the tears streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry Jason……” she started to walk away from him, but she turned around a few feet away, “I broke up with Brent, permanently. After what he made me do to you, I never want to go back to him.” She turned again and started to walk away. Jason realized what she had just done, for him, he was not going to lose a second girl in a week. Pushing off the wall, he quickly caught up with Brook, grabbing her arm and spinning her round. As she spun around, he saw her wet cheeks and red eyes, now filled with astonishment, her lips formed a single word, “Jason….?” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Jason pulled Brook close to him, without missing a beat leaning forward and planting his lips directly on hers, kissing her deeply. Her puffy eyes were starting to get back to their normal look, but they possessed a look of pure surprise in them, surprise which turned to desire and lust as Brook kissed him back. They stood in the middle of the hallway, kissing for a long time, or what at least felt like a long time to them, finally separating after a while. Jason looked into her deep green eyes before saying,
“Brook….I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean any of what I said….” She took his other hand into her own, glancing down at their clasped hands before returning to eye contact.
“It’s alright….I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you when we first met, I was just doing something my idiot ex made me do.” He put his lips to hers to shush her, except it ended up turning into another extended kissing session. They were so oblivious to everything else besides each other that they didn’t notice people approaching. They didn’t notice till they heard a shout coming from the newcomers.
“Brook! What the Fuck!!!” Jason and Brook separated, where they were confronted by a couple football players, one of them was Brent. “You left me for this prick!?!” Brook pulled away from Jason and started to walk toward Brent, her voice filled with an accusative and angry voice.
“No Brent! You’re the prick! You wanted me to use this guy so that you could TRY and hurt him,” she walked right up to him, her tiny finger wagging in front of his face, “because you got embarrassed when he handed you your ass early, cause you are nothing like a man.” Brent then did something that would make his day a million times worse. He wound his arm back and let it rip, his hand coming down to slap Brook.
Brent expected his hand to connect with Brook’s soft cheek, but instead he felt his hand being stopped by someone very strong. Jason was standing beside Brook, he knew that Brent would get mad at Brook so he stayed close to her in case he lashed out, he was right. Jason had caught Brent’s wrist mid-flight before it hit her, his hand wrapping into a tight grip as he reverse the slap and flung the arm away from Brook. Brent was knocked back a little from surprise, to which Jason used the opportunity to moved Brook behind him, placing himself in front of her and facing the recovering Brent. In a stern, serious voice, he said,
“If you hadn’t tried to hit her I might have let you walk away, but now I’m going to teach you a lesson that you obviously didn’t get the first time.” Brent stepped forward and prepared to swing,
“Fuck you asshole.” He let a fist fly, but his hesitance let Jason be prepared for it, and Brent’s inexperience at throwing a good, fast punch allowed him to do something that shocked everyone. He merely stuck his hand out when Brent’s fist hit his palm, Jason’s fingers clutching around the fist as he applied force to stop the moving fist, he had caught the punch. Brent stood there with a look of shock on his face while Jason had one of utter aloofness, he said one thing to the douche-bag’s face,
“No, Fuck You.” Jason took a step forward and head-butted Brent, hard. Unlike the first time, Jason did not intend to end the fight quickly, but painfully, intending to teach the prick a lesson. Brent’s head snapped back from the force of the head-butt, but Jason quickly ducked underneath the arm in his control, standing parallel to Brent now, his arm still in his control. Grabbing the arm with both hands, Jason yanked the arm down and backwards, forcing Brent’s body to follow the arm again as he was flipped by the massive amount of force exerted by Jason’s strength. Brent hit the floor on his back, knocking the wind out of him and momentarily forgetting how to breath, Jason didn’t care, he still had control over his arm. Jason adjusted his grip with both hands so that it was around the guy’s wrist, he was thinking, “Let’s see if he ever hits a girl again with this hand,” Jason firmly gripped and twisted the wrist in one direction while turning the arm in the other, breaking his wrist with an audible crack. Brent had started to scream but he never got much out, for the moment that Jason broke his wrist, Jason quickly tossed the arm aside and turned around before kneeling on top of Brent, pinning his injured arm on the ground with his knee and placing one of his hands over Brent’s mouth, preventing him from screaming. Lowering himself to look his opponent in the eye, Jason said something loud enough that his friends and Brook could hear him as well.
“If I ever find out you hit a girl in the school, I will break your wrist AND your arm. If you attempt to hurt my sister or Brook every again, I will break BOTH your arms and wrists. And if you ever fuck with me again, I WILL put you in a full body cast if you’re lucky. Do I make myself clear.” Jason heard Brent shout “Fuck you!” from under his palm, he simply responded, “Shut the fuck up.” He removed his hand and delivered a quick, hard punch to Brent’s forehead, knocking him out.
Standing up, He looked at the jocks, one of them was taking a video on his phone, the rest looked nervous of him and just stood there, Jason simply turned away and approached Brook, who stood there open-mouthed. Taking her by the hand, he said quietly,
“Come on, let’s go…” she looked into his silver eyes, which shined not with anger or hatred, but with the conviction he had done something necessary, like he was fulfilling .
They walked down the hall, still holding hands. Brook wasn’t frightened by what she had just seen Jason do, she felt hot…turned on….like what he had just done was incredibly arousing. Jason turned to her when they were farther away, he turned to her and reached to cradle her cheek,
“Are you okay Brook?” She responded by standing on her tiptoes and stretching up as far as she could to kiss him fiercely on the lips. She pulled away slightly and bit her lip in a seductive way before asking him,
“Can you come over Saturday night?”
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The piano and Rachael’s wet panties3
A middle aged piano teacher finds himself fantasizing about one of his teenage students not knowing that the girl herself is battling similar thoughts
Adult Shop Anal First
Having just turned eighteen the week before I was anxious to test my new freedoms as a now legal adult, and what better way to do that than to check out a real genuine adult shop.
our innocent young niece part 1
worked hard better than the other stories
Confessions of a High School Cheerleader – Part 2
Amber’s family moved to a new town, where she experienced a sexual awakening.
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY – PART – 31
FRIDAY FUN FUCK
Daddy comes home from work (pt. 6)
When she had finished rubbing in her fresh load of ‘moisturizer’ we unloaded the truck and set up lunch on a nearby pick-nick table. Lunch was a fun and fresh change of scene. We talked and joked about all kinds of things and I felt like we got to connect on a level that I felt like I had missed. I hadn’t been able to spend time like this with my daughter in a long time because of working two jobs and her busy school life.
All through lunch she sat next to me and almost the whole time her hand was on my lap caressing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. She kept rubbing against me and hugging me in a way that seemed innocent and loving but I could tell wasn’t because every time she did so I could feel her erect little nipples poking into me and her hand would grasp my cock tight and stroke it lovingly. When we got done eating she insisted that we go for a walk through the park so I agreed and we set out on a trail. I walked along behind her admiring her shapely legs and imagined her cute little ass as it swayed slightly with her steps. Every so often she would bend over to pick up a rock or twig to examine and eventually throw at a nearby tree, but as she bent over I would get a nice glimpse of her ass as her skirt rode up. She was doing it on purpose, and she was enjoying teasing me a lot I could tell. After she would bend over to pick something up she would glance back over her shoulder at me to make sure I enjoyed the sneak peak. After a few times of doing this I picked up my pace to catch up to her and wrapped my arms around her in the rouse of giving her a big hug, but in reality I wrapped my arms around her front and let my hand fall on her small breast and gave them a good squeeze while teasing her nipples a little between my fingers. By this time I had a pretty solid erection that was now pressing into her back. She grabbed my arms, preventing me from letting go and motioned off to the right that there was a bit of an overgrown trail that she wanted to explore. I knew where this was going and I had no intention of stopping her, I wanted the same thing right now.
After a few minutes of exploring down this little path and many gropes and grazes along the way a little clearing in a tight cluster of trees just big enough for a person to lay in, or have sex in. As soon as Roxy stepped into the clearing she turned around and grabbed for my belt and undid my shorts. She had my shorts off and my cock slurped into her eager little mouth before I really realized what was going on. She was greedily sucking at my cock and moaning erotically all the while I realized she had her hand up her skirt and she was playing with her tight little pussy.
“That’s not fair,” I said to her. She looked up at me questioningly. “I wanna taste.” She offered up her freshly soaked hand to my lips and I gladly took her fingers in my mouth and sucked the juices from them. “That’s not what I meant baby, lay down so daddy can taste his little girls pussy.”
“Oh, daddy, you like the way I taste?” she asked as she laid down and drew her skirt up to give me access to her young juicy cunt.
“You know I do,” I said as i knelt over her in the 69 position and began teasing her little lips with my tongue. I continued to eat my daughters lovely little pussy as she reached up and started sucking on my erection. I could hear her moaning as I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and penetrate her deeper with my tongue. I ran my fingers up and down her lips and licked and sucked at her perky little clit then drove two fingers deep into her hot little hole and started furiously fingering her tight little pussy as she sucked my cock deep into her throat. I was glad my cock was in her mouth to muffle her moans and groans of ecstasy, because I was afraid nearby hikers would hear her and come to investigate.
A few minutes went by and she was heaving under me and moaning loudly around my cock. She pulled my cock from her mouth and said “OH, god daddy, I want you inside me. Please fuck me daddy.”
I was happy to oblige so i got up and turned around so that she was under me. “Take your shirt off baby, I wanna see you little titties while I fuck you.” She complied and I knelt down between her legs and positioned the head of my dick at the entrance to my little girls cunt and teased her pussy lips with the head of my dick.
“Oh daddy, don’t tease me, I need your cock inside me, Please Dadddy? Fuck your baby girl please” she begged. I loved it when she begged like that, so without further ado i rammed my rock hard cock into her tight thirteen year old pussy and started pounding away at it. “OH yess daddy, Fuck me hard. Ohh, I love the way your cock feels in my tight little hole. OOohh Dadddy…”
At this point I didn’t care if the whole park heard her, I was loving every second of her bliss and the awesome feeling of my dick inside my daughters little cunt. I was pounding away at her pussy and starting to get the familiar feeling, and apparently she could sense it because she let out with “Cum in my pussy daddy, shoot your seed in my fertile young twat.’
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gave in to her wishes without a second thought and let loose a torrent of semen into her young accepting pussy with a deep guttural growl. As soon as I let loose my seed I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as her whole body went rigid under me in an intense orgasm of her own. “Oh DADDY!! I can feel your cum pumping into me, Oooooohhh…”
After the climaxes wore off I sat up and looked at her lovingly just admiring her body in the afterglow of sex.
“Wow Daddy, you pumped my pussy full of cum, I hope you got me pregnant, I’d love to have your baby”…
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Utopia for one Chapter 5 – Enforcers recruited
Claire breif escape ends as the master recruits tormentors
First Time M4M
This is a true account of my first time with another man. I’ve never realized how wild my inner desires were until I met him.
Daddy’s birthday present to son
Daddy’s sex toy gets special birthday gift…..
Here is another true experience that I had with my father when I was a kid. I have enjoyed the comments I have received in regards to the previous stories keep them coming.
It was my 14th birthday. My father had been using me as his sex toy for quite a while now. My father had made special arrangements to have me come to his place for the weekend. He had told my mom that we were going on a guys weekend trip and would be out of town all weekend. I was excited to be going on a trip with my father as we had never really gone anywhere before.
When my mom dropped me off my father told me to strip my clothing off. Which was normal when I arrived at his house each weekend he would have me strip naked.
I asked him where we were going for the weekend and he just said I would find out soon enough and that we were going to have a great time this weekend.
He had a bag already packed beside the door of the house so I placed my bag down beside his. He picked my bag up and said I wouldn’t need it and tossed it aside. He led me to the bedroom and ordered me to suck his cock.
Dropping to my knees in front of him he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. Just as he was about to cum he pulled out of my mouth. I could already taste the pre cum in my mouth and on my lips. He had been using me for his pleasure for so long and I enjoyed being his slut. Knowing that he liked to hear me beg for him to cum in my mouth. I looked up at him and begged him to let me taste his cum. He asked me if I liked the taste of his cum.
Oh yes daddy I do love it please cum in my mouth. He pushed his cock past my lips and into the back of my mouth and and started to cum. The first blast hit the back of my throat and was immediately followed by another large blast filling my mouth up some of it dripping out the corners of my mouth. I Swallowed his cum as fast as possible.
I had only been at my dads place for 15 minutes now and was already naked and had already tasted my dads cum. I knew he was going to be using me a lot this weekend and was excited to leave for my guys weekend.
He told me to get up and turn around. He grabbed my wrist and put one leather cuff on. Grabbing The other wrist he put another cuff put the same types of cuffs on my ankles. but he didn’t cuff them together though.
Now for something new he put on a waist belt that had several heavy duty rings on it that he cuffed my hands to. This was very restrictive as I couldn’t pull my hands from my sides at all.
He lead me to the door of the garage. opening the door he walked me out to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. When I looked into the truck he had somehow attached a dildo to the passenger seat. He ordered me to get in and sit down on it. It was large and flared out at the bottom. Being flared as it was I was not able to get it all the way in so I was just kind of propped up on the top of it.
he had 2 hooks on the floor boards that he attached my ankle cuffs to. Reaching behind me he grabbed the seat belt and strapped me into the seat still sitting on the large dildo. With my hands to my sides and my legs cuffed I could not move very far and definitely not enough to get the dildo out of me.
My cock was hard with excitement wondering where we were going. Precum was running down the sides of my hard cock. My dad lowered his head into my lap and sucked on it for a few seconds and looked at me and asked if I was ready for my birthday present.
I moaned that I was and asked where we were going. He said it was a surprise and grabbed a blind fold from behind the seat. He whispered in my ear that it was a guys weekend and that I was going to be used all weekend as a sex toy. I loved him for teaching me and just using me in what ever way he wanted. I would do anything he wanted I was his and he knew it.
Closing the door I could here him go back into the house him coming back in a few minutes. I was still propped on top of this large dildo. He started the truck and we started to back out of the drive way. When we got to the curb at the end of the driveway I bounced on top of the dildo and it shoved it in a little bit more. I moaned out loud and could hear my dad tell me to relax and let the dildo slid into my ass.
It was still to large and I had not stretched out enough yet. My legs were getting tired and I could not hold my self off the dildo for long so I focused on relaxing my muscles. Driving down the road hitting the bumps would push the dildo in further to my ass each time. Until he hit one large bump and it finally slipped all the way in. I was moaning with pleasure. Each time he would brake or hit the gas my body would move on the dildo like I was being fucked by a big machine.
We must have been driving for about an hour when we slowed down and I heard a garage door open. I thought that we were back at his house. My dad reach over and uncuffed my ankles and released the seatbelt from around me.
He didn’t take the blind fold off though he just took me off the dildo and lead me into the house. When we were in the house he pushed me to kneel down. He leaned me over and I could feel what I thought was a padded table in front of me. He clipped my waist belt to the table and cuffed my ankles to the legs. Leaning forward like I was he would be able to slid his cock into me whenever he wanted. He uncuffed my hands from the belt and tied them to the front of the table so that I was face down and spread eagle on this table.
He asked me if I was ready to be fucked. I was so ready for him to slip his cock into me and make me his sex toy. I was so horny from being fucked by the dildo in the truck that my body was vibrating. I said that I was ready.
He wanted me to say it louder which I did ” yes daddy please fuck me!” He asked me if I was ready for a guys weekend. I loved admitting to him that I was his for the taking. “Yes daddy I am your slut please fuck me” I said. He asked again if I was ready for more!
I was tied to table in the middle of what I thought was my dads house begging him to fuck me. I screamed out ” yes daddy i am ready for more”. he slapped my ass making me moan out loud.
He removed the blind fold and when my eyes adjusted I could finally see that in front of me were 5 men. Listening to me beg my father to fuck me. My father said that this was a guys weekend. What he ment was that these guys were going to use me as their sex toy all weekend.
I was scared and embarrassed. I was helpless in this position. They could do what ever they wanted and I was powerless to stop them. It was my 14th birthday and I was going to be used as a sex toy by all these men i was at there mercy. Laid out on a coffee table in front of me was an assortment of dildos, butt plugs, whips, paddles and other sex toy items that i didn’t even know what they were.
My dad said that these men are here to give you more much more. He looked at the men and said a few rules to go by.
1 – don’t let him cum. You can suck his cock or masterbate him but he doesn’t get to cum until I say so.
2 – don’t leave any marks that are going to last more then the weekend. this would be tough to explain to his mother.
Let the guys weekend start.
With that said the 5 men in front of me stood up and started to undress. I was not sure if i was shaking with fear or excitement. Seeing these men eyeing up my naked 14 year old naked body I had been used a lot over the years for my dads own personal pleasure and had only had one other man use me when my father pimped me as i explained in my previous story.
I was theirs to do what ever they wanted and was so excited and a little embarrassed that I was now going to be used by these strangers.
The first 2 men came over to me one grab some lube and rubbed it on his cock and the other picked up a paddle and approached my face. He put his cock up to my mouth and started to push it into my mouth. When I resisted he slapped my ass with the paddle making me scream. When I opened my mouth he pushed his cock in to the back of my mouth. He told me that I was to do what ever anyone asked or I would be spanked again. When I didn’t respond he spanked my ass leaving it red and hot. I moaned in pleasure and he started to fuck my face as fast as he could. I could taste the salty percum on his cock already. Just as he was going to cum he spanked my ass and continued until he was done cumming in my mouth. I had my first load of what i knew was going to be many that night shot in to my mouth. As soon as he was done cumming he moved back and his cock was immediately replaced by another man.
I felt a man come up behind me and in one long stroke shoved his cock into my ass. It pushed me further onto the cock that was in my mouth pushing it deeper into my throat. I could not move to stop them from going any deeper.
They timed the strokes so they Would push into my mouth and young ass at the same time driving their cocks deeper into me. I could feel the cock in my mouth pass into my throat gagging me a bit until i got used to it and then it would freely slid down my throat all the way to the base of his cock. he would hold it there sometimes to feel me squarm for air and then pull out. They picked up the pace until both of them moaned at about the same time and came in my young helpless body.
For the rest of that Friday night these men took turns fucking me, spanking me and making me beg for them to cum in my ass or mouth. My father sat in the corner and watched these men use me in any way they wanted. I could not count the number of times these men cam in my mouth or ass but I was loving it. My father had turned me into a 14 year old male slut. I could feel the dried cum all over my body.
Early Saturday morning everyone had went to bed and left me to sleep still tied to this table.
As each person would wake during the day Saturday they would come over to me and either have me give them a blow job or fuck me again.
One of the men was sitting on the couch watching a guy fuck me from behind while he was smoking a joint. He asked if I had ever smoked drugs before I hadn’t and said no. He got up and came over to me and told me how to take a puff off his joint. I started to cough the first time but he continued to give me more. I was getting pretty high. My body felt like it was super sensitive. I would focus on the nerves in my ass as the cock slipped into me it would send waves of pleasure through me I was moaning in pleasure. Begging this man to make me cum. Oh it felt amazing he shoved his cock in me and started to tell me what a dirty little slut I was. Until he exploded in my ass.
They continued spank me and fuck me. one guy even pissed in my mouth making me swallow it all. Finally Sunday morning I was released and taken home to my mothers where I slept with my stomach and ass still full of cum.
I know my father loves to use me as his sex toy but I love it just as much as him.
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The Prego Club Pt.05
As for the oldest
Such good friends; Chapter 1–Beth
first of six or seven chapters
Jenn & Becky, the sequel
Me (17), Jennifer (15), Becky (16)
Sailing Weekend
Taking the office secretary for a sail
Pleasuring a Granny. Ch. 8
Doreen’s Birthday Treats
The Fat Slob Next Door
The girl next girl isn’t always beautiful and a Miss Teenage America.
MyNew Job
Making me work for it
Art Feasible
Lori was one hot fuck
My Asian Treat Pt.8
My Asian Treat Pt.8
Love
There are a few moments in your life when notable events happened and you can remember exactly where you were and what you were doing. The landing on the moon, for example, I watched live from the floor of a rented house my parents had. The day the space shuttle exploded. 911. All of these are events that point to an exact place and an exact moment in time. Today was another one of those days. I will always remember Tuesday, July 6th, 1996 as the day I first told Kayko that I loved her.
I know she remembers it. I don’t see how she could forget. She was hanging by her ankles and hands with her legs wide apart and every last millimeter of my dick stuffed inside her after having just shot a huge load of cum directly into her uterus. I will freely admit it was not exactly how I had planned it, but the result was just as I guessed it would be.
Upon hearing my admission of love for her, Kaykos eyes immediately began to well up and pour tears down her cheeks. In the instant just before she started hugging the life out of me the biggest smile I have ever seen from her came across her face. She hugged me tightly and began crying her eyes out as I stood there still fully imbedded inside her now rippling and clenching pussy. I felt complete. I don’t know how else to describe the sensations going through me at that moment. Everything was right, everything!
Kayko pulled her face back a little and began brushing her tears away with shaky hands. “I have waited so long to hear that!” she exclaimed with a sniff.
“You have?” I asked while gently cradling her back.
“Yes,” she replied while doing her best to regain her composure. “I have been in love with you from the first time I saw your picture.”
Well knock me over with a brick. Now things were starting to fall into place. The practice exercises so diligently followed, the extra care and attention I was getting at every turn, Kayko was mine! Kayko hugged herself very tightly against me again. I could feel her trembling as her breathing began to slow and become more relaxed. She didn’t want me to go anywhere and I had no intention of leaving. We were one.
After several minutes Kayko released me and leaned back a little. “I have to finish my exercises,” she smiled.
Reaching up she grabbed the spreader pole and hung on, allowing me to extract my pussy cum covered dick from inside her. It felt like I was inside her a mile as I slowly slid out. With one slow and steady motion I pulled free. My dick was still rock hard from her massaging me with her internal muscles, even though I had just cum. Taking hold of her hands I slowly lowered her down until she was again hanging upside down. Her beautiful pussy was gaping wide open having just been vacated by my manhood. With the bright afternoon sun shining down on her open crotch I could easily see deep inside her all the way down to her cervix. I could not see any of my cum inside her. I can only guess that all of it was now inside her uterus. I stepped back and tucked my now deflating dick into my pants. As I stepped around in front of Kayko she looked up at me and smiled.
“I think you need this,” I said, holding the stone phallus out in my hand.
Kayko smiled at me again and said, “Hy.”
I didn’t give her the chance to reach for it. I reached out with my hand and placed the pointed end against her open pussy. It began to slide in easily. With almost an inch inside her I let go. I was surprised as to what happened next. It was almost like a free fall drop the way the stone disappeared into her, sliding in completely out of sight. Kayko let out a little yelp and quickly placed her hands over the pit of her stomach, grimacing slightly from the force the stone applied to the top end of her pussy.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I quickly knelt down next to her. “Are you alright?!”
“Yes,” she said while nodding her head, “It usually does not go in that easily. You just surprised me.”
“I am so sorry sweetie,” I exclaimed while cupping her pussy with my hand, “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I’m ok,” she reiterated while placing her hand on my cheek, “that’s not the first time that has happened.”
“It’s not?”
“No,” she replied while bringing her hands down from her stomach and placing them together to start her practice. “Why do you think I do the horse last?”
That made sense. I walked back over to the porch and sat down while Kayko resumed her exercises. Her eyebrows furrowed and her abdomen tightened up and slowly the stone emerged from inside her. I just watched in amazement as for the next ten minutes she pushed the stone up until almost half of it was visible before letting it slide back down inside. I could not help the feeling of satisfaction I felt as I watched her repeat this over and over, knowing she was doing this for me. After about 20 or 30 repetitions she reached down and untied the rope. Once she had lowered herself to the ground and unstrapped her ankles she stood up and walked over to me. I was mesmerized by her movements. (It was more like my mouth was hanging open again) As she walked her hips swung back and forth very seductively, causing her long black mane of hair to swish across her back. She walked up to where I was seated and stopped and spread her feet apart. I didn’t need any more incentive. I reached out with my hand and cupped her pussy. Moments later I felt the end of the stone press into the palm of my hand. As I withdrew it I still did not see any of the large deposit of cum I had given her just a little while ago. I guess I had planted those seeds deep. Kayko then went to the horse and finished her exercises. Working from the smallest to the largest upright phallus, she did not vary in the slightest from her routine. She spent the same amount of time on each one with the same number of reps. Her diligence was amazing. When she finished she walked over to me and stood with her clenched fists on her hips and her feet apart. For a moment she reminded me of a warrior that had just walked of the battlefield after having slaughtered an army. She was absolutely beautiful, and my dick agreed with me. I could feel myself getting hard again inside my pants.
As I stood up Kayko smiled at me. “So what now?” she had this mischievous grin on her face.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard dick out past the zipper. “How about a ride back to my place,” I mused while holding my arms out.
Kayko looked down at my hard dick and then back up at my face with a huge smile on her face. “Why aren’t you the gentleman?” she smirked while stepping up to me.
She lifted her left leg and I hooked it behind her knee at my right elbow. She clasped her hands behind my neck before putting her weight on my right arm and then lifted her left leg. In turn I hooked it behind the knee. Kayko then took one hand and guided the head of my dick straight into her as I pulled her toward me by her waist. It is pure heaven sliding into her. Her warm soft depths enveloped me gently as I slid in until our pelvic bones touched. As soon as all of me was inside her she clamped down on me and started massaging my dick with nice firm squeezes.
“That feels so good,” I sighed as I turned and walked to the post where her short robe hung. “Do you need anything from inside?” I asked while turning toward her back door.
“What are we doing this afternoon?” she asked.
“First of all I need to find a caddy for tomorrow. Do you know of anyone?” I asked while bouncing her up and down on my dick.
“I will be glad to do that for you,” Kayko replied while changing the squeezing action of her pussy to match the short little thrusts she was getting.
“Have you ever caddied before?” I asked while walking in through her back door and into the hallway.
“I have caddied for Hirito several times during some of his business rounds of golf. I can handle it.” Kayko was smiling and looking long fully into my eyes. I knew she wanted to come along and watch me play.
“Ok,” I replied. “Do you have the proper clothes to wear?”
“I have some clothes that might be suitable,” she responded while pointing to her room.
“I have an idea,” I said as I drew her close to me. “Why don’t we ride into town and I will buy you something new?”
The grin on her face and the squeeze of her pussy told me that I said the right thing.
“Ok,” she cheerfully replied while putting on the short white robe. When she had the black sachet tied around her waist she said, “I’m ready.”
“You’re going to go like that?” I asked while still holding her firmly mounted on my dick.
“Yes,” she replied. “I just need to get my cell phone to call the limo back.”
“Ok,” I replied while carrying her into her room.
Kayko was able to reach her cell phone without me having to put her down. As I walked down her steps and into the garden she called the limo. Speaking Japanese I could not understand what she was saying, but the call was short. As I walked through the garden I bounced Kayko against me with each step. The short but sharp fuck strokes felt really good, and Kayko just let me beat my dick into her repeatedly with this sexy satisfied smile on her face and her arms lightly draped over my shoulders.
“You know what?” I said as I walked through the garden carrying her and looking into her eyes, “You really are something special.”
A huge smile came across her face and she immediately increased the speed at which she was squeezing my dick.
“And why do you say that?” she asked while looking into my eyes. “I haven’t done anything special.”
“That’s a load of bologna. You have done everything a guy could ever dream of.” I replied as we crossed over the little bridge that crossed the brook feeding the pond. “You are so beautiful and sweet. You have done everything for me since I got here!”
“But I am supposed to do all of those things,” she replied while pulling herself up against me. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my chest as I walked. “Besides,” she continued as she brought her face up to mine, “I love you.” She then reached out and kissed me very softly on the lips before pulling back to gaze into my eyes.
I felt like I was the king of the universe! I stopped dead in my tracks and began kissing Kayko like it was my last moment of life. Her soft lips opened and allowed my tongue to ease into her mouth while I pulled her crotch tightly against me, driving my dick in hard against her cervix. A barely audible whimper escaped from her throat as she opened her legs wider, allowing me the deepest possible access to her. Her hands cradled the back of my head as we kissed and her hot breath teased my cheek as we exchanged our love and passion in the most intimate of embraces. If the world were to have suddenly come to an end neither one of us would have known or cared. We were completely focused on each other and the moment. As Kayko kissed me her pussy sucked on my cock which now felt like a titanium steel rod stuck inside her. It felt like if I had let go of her she would have just hung there by her pussy, impaled by my hardness. Kayko kissed and sucked on my tongue for what seemed like ages before she finally pulled back to look at me. When she did I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong honey?” I asked as I started walking through the garden again.
“I am just so happy!” she sniffed before hugging herself against me with a death lock from her arms. “I love you so much!”
One at a time I unhooked Kaykos knees from my arms and allowed her to wrap her legs around my waist. With my arms free I hugged her tightly against me, smashing her featherweight body against me.
“I love you too sweetie.” I replied as I made the turn toward the driveway where the limo was waiting. Kayko never once hinted at letting go of me as I stepped up to the open door. The limo driver opened the door for us and I did my best to crawl in with Kayko still attached to my waist. It was a little difficult, but we did make it inside with only a few bumps and quite a bit of laughing. Kayko barked out something in Japanese to the driver before he closed the door and got into the drivers’ seat. In seconds we were off toward the city. Kayko sat with her full weight on my dick as she sat backwards in the car facing me, pinning my dick deep inside her.
“You like being there don’t you?” I queried while running my hands over her ass.
“I want you inside me always,” she replied while squeezing my dick extremely hard with her pussy.
“I can’t say that I mind,” I replied, enjoying the attention my dick was getting.
Kayko has the uncanny ability to keep me hard for extended periods of time by squeezing my dick inside her with varying degrees of intensity. It is absolutely fabulous! I can stay inside her for as long as she wants and remain just as hard (or harder) than when I entered her. There is nothing quite like being inside your woman for an hour or two and not lose any hardness or interest due to a lack of activity. Kayko is an expert at this.
Thirty five minutes later the limo stopped at a very busy block of downtown Tokyo. As the car came to a stop Kayko dismounted and quickly sucked my dick clean before tucking me back into my pants.
“Are you not going to ride me into the store?” I joked.
For a few seconds Kayko pondered what I said before reaching back over to my pants to unzip them.
“Hold on a second there,” I said as I stopped her from pulling my dick back out, “I was just kidding.”
“I’m not.” she replied with a very serious look on her face.
I knew she meant it. If I had not stopped her I would have walked into the adjacent store with Kayko wrapped around my waist and my dick buried deep inside her.
“It’s ok sweetie. Come on,” I said as I stepped out of the limo and offered her my hand. “Let’s go get you an outfit.”
I was a little surprised that we did not get any strange looks as we climbed out of the car. Of course I got some odd looks being a foreigner in downtown Tokyo, but no one even seemed to notice Kayko. And she was almost completely naked! All she had on was the mid-thigh length robe and a black sachet around her waist. Not even shoes! We walked across the busy sidewalk and into a huge sporting goods store without anyone giving us a second glance. Maybe I should have been inside her.
This store had everything. Golf clubs, tennis gear, hiking and swimming gear, and even surf boards. We looked around for a little bit before I found this really nice pleated white skirt with a pink belt and pink stripes down the sides. It looked like it was a tennis skirt and would leave two thirds of Kaykos thighs exposed. I liked it and asked for one in her size. As the store saleswoman went to retrieve the proper size for Kayko we looked at some nice golf shirts. Kayko found a pink one that would match the highlights on the skirt exactly. With both garments in hand Kayko went to the fitting room to try them on. It only took her about 30 seconds before she came out in the new outfit. She looked fabulous! The skirt was a little shorter than I thought, covering only a quarter of her thighs. As she stood there I could just barely see the place on her legs where they began to open up just below her pussy. The top was equally nice, allowing her hard nipples to show plainly through the thin material. I was hard again and almost drooling all over myself. She is absolutely beautiful.
Kayko looked at me and then looked down at herself. “What do you think?” she asked and then gave a little spin to show me the back. When she did the skirt flew out exposing a glimpse of her pussy and her delicious ass. She stopped with her back to me and looked over her shoulder. The smile on her face gave away the fact that I was standing there with my mouth hanging open.
“From the look on your face I can tell that you like it,” she said while smiling.
“Oh yea sweetie, you look terrific!” That was a tremendous understatement. She was an absolute knockout! “Let’s get you some shoes.”
After picking out a pair of white and pink Nike’s and some pink trimmed bootie socks she was set. At the counter I picked up a sleeve of Titleist golf balls and a new golf glove before making the purchase. I don’t even know how much it cost because I couldn’t keep my eyes off her delicious legs and shapely ass. The sales woman just handed me the credit card slip and the bag, and Kayko wore her new outfit out of the store.
As we approached the limo I told Kayko to get in.
As she climbed into the car I stepped up to the limo driver and asked him, “Do you speak English?”
“Yes,” he replied, “Where would you like to go?”
“Take us to the nicest Jewelry store you know of and be quiet about it.”
The driver nodded and then shut the door behind me.
Inside Kayko picked up the phone and buzzed the driver. She said something to him in Japanese and the car then started moving. I knew where we were going but Kayko had no idea. When the car stopped several blocks later Kayko seemed a little bit pissed off.
“What is the driver doing?!” she barked and quickly reached for the phone.
I stopped her and said, “It’s alright sweetie. He is doing exactly what I told him to do.”
Kayko looked at me with a really puzzled look on her face as the door swung open.
“Come on,” I said as I climbed out of the car.
At the curb Kayko looked around and asked, “What are we doing here?”
I took her hand and said, “Just trust me honey.”
Directly adjacent to the limo was a large and expensive looking jewelry store. Giving her hand a little tug I walked her into the store. I started getting butterflies in my stomach as I walked her over to the display case and began looking at the sparkling diamonds below.
“What are you going to buy?” she asked with a noted degree of uncertainty in her voice.
I did not give her a reply; I just motioned for the saleswoman to come over. When she arrived I pointed to a three quarter carrot 24K yellow gold engagement ring in the case below and asked to see it. As the sparkling ring was brought out I heard Kayko gasp a little. I took the ring from the holder and looked closely at it. It’s a flawless stone and brilliant in color and clarity. I turned to Kayko and then quietly dropped to one knee. Before I could say a word tears began streaming from Kaykos’ eyes.
“Kayko, you are the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever known in my life. I don’t think my life would ever be complete without you. So,…” I said as I slipped the ring onto her left ring finger, “Kayko, will you marry me?”
The ring was an exact fit. Kaykos’ hands were shaking and the streams of tears running down her face were dripping onto the floor like miniature waterfalls. Clutching her face with her right hand she looked at the shiny ring and said without a moment’s hesitation, “Yes!” before bursting out into an all out cry. As I stood up she threw her arms around me and squeezed every last bit of breath out of me. It was only then that I noticed that everyone in the store was clapping and all of the women were crying. I am so glad she said yes because I don’t think I could go through that again. The butterflies in my stomach were swirling around so fast that I felt like I would throw up right there! Kayko gave me a big kiss and then stepped back to look at her ring. I gave her my handkerchief so she could wipe her eyes while I paid for it. I think the sales woman was torn up worse that Kayko because she dropped my American Express card three times while trying to conduct the transaction!
I know this will seem sudden to my readers and you might think I am full of shit. After all, I have known Kayko for only a few days. But in my own defense I will say that I am a bit impulsive at times and a genuine hopeless romantic at heart. And proposing to Kayko at this point and time seemed to be the right thing to do at the exact right time. Besides, it was already done so I would have to live with my decision. (And the bill! It’s not every day you give a $12,000 ring to woman.) But as far as I am concerned, that was the easiest decision I have made in my 45 years of life.
With the transaction completed we headed out of the store and climbed into the limo. I barely had time to get in before Kayko was on me. In a matter of seconds my pants were off and she had her sweet lips wrapped around my cock and was sucking away. I picked up the car phone and told the driver to take the long way home. As soon as I was hard Kayko climbed up into my lap and quickly sat down, taking every last inch of me into her in one fast motion. Her usually smooth and deliberate movements seemed like the movements of someone in a panic, quick and sporadic. Once she was fully impaled on me and she clamped down her movements became more familiar.
“I take it that you like your new sparkler?” I queried.
“Yes!” she replied with a huge smile on her face. She was holding her hand up and admiring the new accessory on her finger. But then she looked over her hand at me and said, “But what is really important is that it means I’m yours forever.”
“That’s right sweetie,” I replied as I leaned back in the seat to enjoy my fiancé. “And I am all yours.”
Kayko didn’t say another word, she switched her pussy into super suck mode and leaned over onto me and began kissing me with as much passion and fervor as I have ever experienced. Even though we were in a car and it was not the most comfortable of places, we had the most satisfying session of love making that I had yet experienced. Kayko was very slow and deliberate, bringing me to the threshold of orgasm before changing her movements and manipulations to prolong our lovemaking. At least 7 or 8 time she brought me to the brink without letting me go over the edge before we pulled into the driveway. When the limo door opened she was still riding me.
“Sweetie,” I said as I sat her upright on me, “We’re home.”
Kayko spun her head and looked at the open door before dismounting. I would swear that my dick was at least an inch longer as she slid off and sat down next to me. In a flash she was sucking my dick to clean it again before she tucked it back into my pants.
“I’m not done with you,” she said as she climbed out of the car.
I grabbed the bag and followed her out. She was saying something to the driver as I stood up. With a nod of his head he closed the door and climbed back into the drivers’ seat before backing out of the driveway.
As the car headed down the road Kayko looked at me and said, “He is going to get us some food. Come, I will give you a bath.”
I like bath time! It was definitely one of my more favorite activities. And Kayko never disappointed me when she “cleaned” me. As we walked toward the guest house I got a good look at my little Asian treat in her new outfit. WOW!! That should sum it up in a nutshell. Her delicious tanned legs extending out of the pleated skirt, her hard little nipples’ jabbing at the material of her top, and her silky black hair flowing down over her back made for a memory that is burned into my brain until this day. In that moment I could not believe how my life had made such a miraculous turn as I watched her climb the steps in front of me. I had always wanted to have someone like her in my life, and now that we were engaged, she would be mine forever. I felt like the luckiest man in the universe! But the next 24 hours were going to test my metal in ways I could not have possibly imagined.
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23Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Three: What’s a Tree?
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Three: The ultimate male fantasy gets a booster shot from one of Harry’s classmates and Another Horcrux Hunt!
Harry and Hermione ended up having to wait a week before giving Ron and Luna the Pensieve memory lesson. They had forgotten one vital ingredient in their plan: an actual Pensieve. The two young lovers had been so caught up with the notion of making a naughty educational memory for their best friends to view that they hadn’t realized that they did not have a physical Pensieve basin for Ron and Luna to use. Harry had considered using Dumbledore’s Pensieve, but didn’t want to go to Professor McGonagall and ask /”May we borrow Dumbledore’s Pensieve? Hermione and I made a Sex Educational memory and we need to show it to Ron and Luna.” /So, Harry decided to buy a Pensieve of his own and ordered it through an Owl Order Catalog.
Once it arrived, a very nervous Harry and a blushing Hermione handed the Pensieve, with the silvery liquid already in it, to Ron and Luna.
“What’s this?” Ron asked as he looked at the basin.
“It’s a little something to help you two out,” Harry answered cryptically.
“You mean like homework?” Ron inquired.
“Yes,” Hermione said with a wink to Luna. “A very special type of homework.”
Realization dawned in the blonde witch’s eyes and it was clear that she knew what memory was contained in the Pensieve. Luna rapidly embraced Hermione and whispered a “thank you” in her ear. Ron, who was still looking at the swirling silver liquid, missed this interchange.
“Now remember to study this in private. And don’t show this to anyone,” Hermione concluded.
“Why wouldn’t you want us to show anyone else?” Ron asked, still oblivious as to the Pensieve’s contents.
“You’ll see, Ronald,” Luna said with a glow to her face. She wrapped her arm around her husband’s and quickly led him out of Harry and Hermione’s chambers. “Let’s go study, my love.”
A few seconds after their friends left, Dobby came strolling into Harry and Hermione’s room with a tray piled high with food and the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. The house elf set their breakfast in front of them and Harry thanked Dobby.
“You’s be welcomed, Harry Potter sir,” the elf squeaked happily. “Dobby be thinking that Harry Potter’s Weazy and Harry Potter’s Weazy’s big boobied Missus would be joining Harry Potter and the Great One for Breakfast. That be the reason why Dobby be bringing so much food; Harry Potter’s Weazy be eating like a starved wizard. Several starved wizards, really.”
“That was very kind, Dobby,” Hermione said while she unfolded the Daily Prophet. “But Ron and Luna had to do something so they couldn’t join us.”
As Harry munched on some food, Hermione gasped aloud: “Oh no!”
“What is it?” Harry asked after quickly swallowing a mouthful of kipper.
“Voldemort’s attacked again,” she said and then read the article on the front page of the Prophet:
“You Know Who Strikes Again!
The dreaded Dark Mark hovering over Honeydukes Sweet Shop alerted authorities of an attack. When MLE and Aurors arrived at the sweet shop, they found that a struggle had ensued and that the shop’s proprietor, Ambrosius Flume, and his wife were missing. It is believed that Mr. and Mrs. Flume were the most recent victims to be taken by He Who Must Not Be Named.
“The motivation behind the Flumes’ abduction remains unclear. When Florean Fortescue was kidnapped, it was widely believed that the ice-cream maker was nabbed because of his in depth knowledge of history. However, Mr. Flume has been described as only knowing how to make sweets and is allegedly woefully inept in other fields. In fact, some of his friends believe that he is an idiot savant and could only make sweets. Why You Know Who would target this wizard and his wife is a mystery. Surely he could not have abducted them simply because of Flume’s skill in baking sweets. The Ministry has downplayed the notion that He Who Must Not Be Named has an insatiable sweet tooth as being ludicrous.”
/ /”He has to be stopped,” Harry announced. It chilled him to his bones that Voldemort had struck yet again, this time at Hogsmeade; a short distance away from the school. “We’ll go and destroy one of his Horcruxes tomorrow.”
“I agree, but tomorrow? Hermione asked. “Isn’t that a bit quick?”
“I’ve wasted enough time,” Harry countered. “The longer I wait, more people get hurt!”
“I’m not saying we shouldn’t go after them,” Hermione replied, trying to placate Harry’s growing anger. “It’s just that we should take the time to plan how to get the Horcux. Which one should we go after?” Hermione asked.
“Well, not counting the one we can’t seem to locate, there are three Horocruxes left including Voldemort. There’s the locket that Zardoz has. And the one under the orphanage where Voldemort was raised,” Harry responded. After a moment of thought, he added; “The orphanage probably has a bunch of hidden entrances and traps much like the ones Voldemort placed around the cave. I doubt that the locket has any traps around it. But we’d have to get it away from Zardoz first.”
“All right, let’s compare the difficulties of going after each one,” suggested Hermione. “This Zardoz fellow is an unknown factor. We could explain to him why we need the locket and if we are lucky, he would just hand it over to us to save the world.”
“But he could be a Death Eater or sympathizer who doesn’t realize what the locket is,” Harry sounded. “If he found out what it truly was, he’d never hand it over.”
“So obviously, we can’t tell him why we need the locket unless we do some major research into his background; see if he’s had any anti-Muggle tendencies. Perhaps he could be bribed,” offered Hermione. “Buy the locket from him.”
“That may work. But Borgin said something about Zardoz being a collector of relics belonging to the founders. If he is a die hard collector, we’d have to give him a fortune. He might not even be willing to part with it for any price.”
“Okay, so we can’t go after Zardoz without doing some investigation and research,” announced Hermione. “That leaves the one under the orphanage. You said that it could have a bunch of traps because of your experience in the cave. Exactly what kinds of traps were used in and around the cave?”
“Well, first, the entrance was hidden, like I said. Then we had to cross the lake, but we could only do so by crossing on a specific boat; a boat that was hidden magically no less. Oh, and the boat would only allow one magical person to cross at a time. Dumbledore said that he and I could cross because I was so underpowered that the charms and hexes on the boat wouldn’t even recognize me as a wizard,” explained Harry.
“Wait a minute,” Hermione interrupted. “You’re actually quite powerful, Harry. In fact, you’re more powerful than many adult wizards.”
“Yeah, but that’s just because of the power boosting ritual I preformed,” Harry pointed out.
“I’m talking about before the ritual,” Hermione replied. “You were able to perform the Patronus Charm perfectly when you were only thirteen years old.”
“Big deal; Tonks was able to do it easily,” Harry said. “And she was depressed at the time.”
“I think that may have been a fluke,” Hermione argued. “Besides, even if it wasn’t a fluke, she is a fully trained Auror. She has had three more years of training than most witches and wizards.
“Remember what happened when you were on trial for under-aged magic?” Hermione continued. “You told me that a number of the Wizengamot were gob smacked that you could perform the Patronus. We know for a fact that at least two members of the Wizengamot were so impressed that they talked to their family and co-workers: Amelia Bones told her niece, Susan. That’s why Susan wanted to join the DA. And at least another member brought it up with the O.W.L. board because one of them specifically asked you to perform it during our DADA exam.
“Let’s talk about the graveyard where Voldemort was resurrected,” Hermione went on. “You threw off the Imperius Curse – an Unforgivable to which there is no defense. Added to that, the Imperius was cast by one of the most powerful wizards of our age. You also fought off a score of Death Eaters as you dragged Cedric’s body back to the cup-Portkey, even though you were injured.”
“So then why did the boat allow me to cross?” Harry asked. “If I was as powerful as you say, it should’ve recognized me as a full wizard and not allow both me and Dumbledore to cross.”
“The boat did recognize you. It recognized you as Voldemort,” Hermione answered.
“What?” Harry blurted out.
“Remember the prophesy, Harry. / ‘…the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,'” /Hermione quoted. “When Voldemort made the boat, he must’ve created the charms and hexes to disregard his presence. That way, he could hop on the boat and ride across the lake if he ever wanted to check on his Horcrux. And since he marked you as an equal, the wards and charms on the boat recognized you as being Voldemort himself and allowed you to cross with Dumbledore. Actually, I’m surprised that Professor Dumbledore didn’t come up with that explanation.”
“Oh,” Harry said in understanding.
“So what other wards and traps were there?” the brunette witch asked.
“Well, there was the cauldron,” he replied. “It was full of a green liquid. We couldn’t touch the liquid, so Dumbledore figured out that someone had to drink it.”
“Wait, what?” Hermione interrupted once more. “You couldn’t touch it but Dumbledore somehow came to the conclusion that he could drink it? How did he come up with that? And if you couldn’t touch it, how would you be able to drink it?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me,” admitted Harry.
Hermione looked at Harry as she chewed her lip, clearly deep in thought. After a moment she asked; “You said that the entrance to the cave and the boat itself were hidden magically. How did you find them?”
“I didn’t find them, Dumbledore did,” he answered.
“Did he tell you how he was able to find them?”
“No, he said that he was able to recognize Voldemort’s handiwork,” he replied.
“Damn that insufferable man!” Hermione cursed. “What was he thinking?”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t tell you how you could recognize any traps that may have been placed around the Horcruxes,” she explained. “This was important information and he didn’t tell you anything. He didn’t teach you any charms that would reveal traps or even how to get past them! And don’t get me started on those asinine lessons he gave you last year. He wasted your time; instead of teaching you helpful charms and hexes, he spent a year showing you the magical equivalent to Voldemort’s home movies.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Harry agreed. He started to feel a little angry at the deceased Headmaster. Harry was destined to face Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world, and all Dumbledore taught Harry was that Voldemort liked to collect things. How the hell that was supposed to be helpful was not clear to Harry.
Pushing his bitter ponderings to the side, Harry returned to the subject of which Horcrux they should go after next. “We should probably go after Slytherin’s locket first. That one probably won’t have any traps around it.”
“Yes, you’re right,” agreed Hermione. “We’ll send a post to this Zardoz and try to set up a meeting.”
“Good idea,” he responded. “Since he’s a collector of founder relics, I can tell him that I’m the new owner of Gryffindor’s Sword.”
“You’re not suggesting we swap the sword for the locket are you?”
“Oh, no. I was just thinking I could use the sword as an incentive to meet with us,” corrected Harry. “I reckon that he would be eager to see it.”
“I see. And when we meet with him, we can persuade him to hand over the locket,” concluded Hermione.
Harry made his way over to the desk and wrote a quick note:
“Dear Zardoz,
I’m Harry Potter. I own the Sword of Gryffindor. You want to see it?
Harry Potter.”
/ /Hermione took one look at Harry’s post and shook her head disapprovingly.
“Let me handle the writing,” she said as she began to write her own letter. “When I’m done, you can copy it.”
“What’s wrong with my note?” he asked. “It’s direct and to the point. What’s the matter with that?”
“Harry, it sounds like you’re propositioning him,” she pointed out. “‘Hi, I’m Harry; wanna see my sword. Wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean?'”
/ /”Oh, I see your point.”
Hermione’s letter was much longer than Harry’s and was filled with flowery words and phrases such as “Dear Mr. Zardoz…” “I would be honored…” /and “please….” /After Harry copied his girlfriend’s note, he made his way to the owlery and had Hedwig deliver the post to Zardoz.
As they waited for Zardoz’s response, Harry and Hermione busied themselves with research. The library had an expansive collection of past editions of the Daily Prophet which the teens scoured through in hopes of finding anything on the enigmatic Zardoz. Unfortunately, they could only find a few scant references to the wizard; in 1982, he had an appearance before the Wizengamot asking for permission to lead an expeditionary team into Hogwarts to find the Chamber of Secrets in hopes of finding artifacts from Salazar Slytherin. And in an editorial cartoon from 1991, a caricature identified as Zardoz was hopping up and down chanting/ “I’ve found the lost dill sandwich of Ravenclaw!”/
/ /Since their research into Zardoz had not proved useful in the slightest, Harry and Hermione turned their attention to the Horcrux located under the orphanage. They delved into any book they could find on ward detection and magical traps in preparation for going after the unknown Horcrux.
Three days later, Hedwig returned as Harry and Hermione were having breakfast with the rest of the school in the Great Hall. The snowy owl stuck out her leg for Harry and presented a reply from Zardoz.
“Thank you Mr. Potter for your generous offer. I would so enjoy seeing your relic, but I must take you up at a later date. You see, I, and all of my founders’ relics, are on a world tour at this time. Currently, I am displaying my wonderful collection to very important people in //Belgium//. In the morning, I will head directly to the Gruenberg castle in //Germany/ to show them my precious relics. Then we are off to /Asia//. I will not be back to //England/ for three weeks. When I return, I will send you a post and set up a time when I can see your famous sword./
Zardoz.”
/ /”Damn,” Harry groaned out. “Three weeks.”
“Perhaps we should go after the other Horcrux?” suggested Hermione.
“What about the wards and traps that might be around it?” he asked.
“Well, we’ll just have to deal with any that come up,” Hermione said. “Let’s spend the rest of the week cramming, trying to learn as much as possible. On Saturday, we’ll go after the Horcrux under the orphanage.”
After classes that night, Harry and Hermione stopped by the library and fetched as many books on ward-breaking as they could find and returned to their chamber. A short while later, Ron and Luna joined them.
“I cannot begin to show my appreciation for what you two did for Ronald and me,” Luna stated in her usual dreamy tone. “Because of that Pensieve, our love life has improved, much like the Spotted Tailed Mongoose-Bat’s life improves when they migrate to Bolivia every year.”
“Please, it was our pleasure,” Hermione said as she picked up a sandwich from the tray that Dobby was carrying around the room.
“Still, Ronald and I are indebted to you two,” Luna said and returned to her book.
“Oh, look here, this one describes that silly boat Dumbledore and I rode on,” Harry announced as he read from a book titled “Potent Wards and How to Break Them.” /”It’s called ‘Vacillatio Canna’ or ‘Don’t Rock the Boat’ /hex.”
“I wonder if Dumbledore had come across that book when he was researching,” Hermione pondered.
*
The night before they were set to go to the orphanage, Hermione suggested that they should perform one of the rituals that she had created. The ritual in question created an advanced and powerful constant Shield Charm. She theorized that it would take at least seven Stun Charms to bring the Shield down. If it was not destroyed, the Shield would remain around each of them for at least two days.
They figured that if they did the ritual that they would be protected if anything went wrong while they hunted the Horcrux.
The ritual itself was a very enjoyable activity. First, they wrote runes and other symbols all over each other’s body with a mixture of cream and honey. Then Harry had to sit on the floor with his legs crossed and then Hermione straddled him. It was rather fun for Harry to have Hermione bounce up and down while grinding her hips into his.
Even though it was a very simple ritual, Harry and Hermione created a Pensieve for Ron and Luna so that they wouldn’t perform it improperly (which, from previous experience, was a distinct possibility). The married couple successfully performed the ritual just minutes after Harry had given them the Pensieve memory.
Saturday finally rolled around and Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna met in the Great Hall before heading out.
“What kind of supplies should we bring?” Ron asked.
“Well, I have all the notes on ward detection and breaking that we’ve been taking all week,” Hermione announced.
“I brought a number of healing potions as a precaution,” Luna added.
“And the Shield ritual we performed should protect us,” Harry concluded.
Harry was about to suggest that the group should get going when he was interrupted. As he opened his mouth to speak, Su Li (the exotic beauty from Ravenclaw) threw her arms around Harry’s neck and planted a very deep tongue kiss on our hero. Harry stood there in shock; he had never even said a single word to the pretty witch and now here she was shoving her tongue into his mouth for some unknown reason.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” demanded Hermione.
In response to the brunette witch, Su released Harry… and repeated the same act she had performed with Harry on Hermione. Harry watched in utter awe and fascination as Su wrapped her arms around Hermione and kissed the witch soulfully. Hermione’s eyes bulged in surprise as the Asian witch forced her tongue into her mouth. And speaking of/ “bulging”/;/ the sight of two very pretty witches kissing passionately (even though one witch was “passionate” while the other was stunned) awakened ‘Harry, Jr.’. /The raven haired wizard’s jaw dropped open as all the blood rushed out of his upper head and ran to his lower one.
“I thought Su Li was dating Zacharias Smith,” Luna commented.
“Eeep,” Ron muttered in response. Even though Ron was no longer attracted to Hermione, it was still a common reaction for blokes to become transfixed by two pretty witches kissing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Su finally broke her kiss. With eyes shimmering with happiness, Su said to Hermione; “Thank you.”
She turned to Harry and repeated he expression of gratitude before trotting off to Zacharias who was standing in the entrance of the Great Hall. When Su reached the wizard, Zacharias gave Harry a “thumbs up” signal before the couple ran off into the castle.
“That was weird,” Hermione said aloud.
“Yeah… weird,” Harry muttered while trying to ignore the image of his girlfriend being kissed by another witch. This was a difficult image to ignore seeing how it was very entertaining and was etched into his brain. Also,/ ‘Harry, Jr.’ /was demanding that Hermione should kiss Luna now for more entertainment.
“Why did she do that?” Hermione asked.
“Hermione, did you enjoy that?” Luna inquired.
“What makes you ask?” the brunette witch returned.
“Your lips are quite puffy,” the blonde pointed out.
“Well… I have to admit she’s a good kisser,” Hermione responded with a saucy smile.
And that smile sent Harry over the edge. He grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and walked very briskly out of the Great Hall.
“You’re really eager to get this Horcrux, aren’t you,” Hermione commented as Harry half dragged her.
“What Horcrux?” asked Harry as he led Hermione into a nearby broom closet.
What followed next was an evolved sort of “quickie”. The couple didn’t even undress fully; all Harry did was open his trousers and lowered Hermione’s knickers enough to allow him access to her flower. You see, the standard “quickie” only consist of rapid intercourse and usually doesn’t allow such niceties as “foreplay” or the mood-killing “talking.” But Harry wasn’t inconsiderate to his girlfriend’s feelings; he was thoughtful enough to go down on Hermione for a bit before leaning her against the wall and shagging her rotten.
A few minutes later, the satisfied (and tousled) pair of Harry and Hermione came staggering out of the closet to find a satisfied (and tousled) looking Luna and Ron waiting for them. Clearly, Ron and Luna had copied Harry and Hermione’s actions.
“You should kiss girls more often, Hermione,” Luna suggested. “The boys seem to like it.”
Serendipitously, both Ron and Harry began to push their respective lovers toward each other, silently urging them to kiss. It was as if both wizards had subconsciously thought that when Luna suggested that Hermione should kiss witches more often what she really meant to say was “I’d like to kiss you, Hermione.”
“Harry James Potter, we have more important things to do,” Hermione scolded.
/’More important than seeing two witches snog?’ /his mind asked silently.
“We have to go destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux,” Hermione said.
“Fine,” Harry grumbled.
*
The four friends took the Knight Bus to London and the orphanage where Tom was raised. The moment they got off the bus, Luna and Hermione began waving their wands in intricate motions. Each witch was performing various detection charms in order to locate the hidden entrance and any wards or traps.
A few minutes later, they found the entrance on the north side of the building, hidden behind several concealing charms. Thanks to the witches various charms, they discovered that someone needed to sacrifice a bit of blood to gain entrance – much like Dumbledore had done at the cave.
Harry conjured a simple knife and cut a small gash in his left palm. He smeared his blood on the bricks and a doorway suddenly appeared in front of them. A loud creaking noise emanated from the door’s hinges as it slowly opened on its own.
Cautiously, the four friends entered the dark doorway. Their only light was from the light spilling in from the out side and Ron and Harry’s wand tips. Luna and Hermione waved their wands as they walked down the dark corridor, checking for traps.
“Hold up,” Hermione announced and everyone stopped moving. “There’s something here,” she said and pointed at the floor a few feet in front of the group.
The two witches worked in tandem as they waved and spun their wands at the floor.
“It’s a tripping jinx,” Luna stated and a yellow line appeared on the floor. Obviously, the line marked where the jinx was located.
“A tripping jinx,” Ron said dubiously. “I thought it would be something dangerous.”
“Actually it is very dangerous,” Hermione added as she waved her wand once more. The floor just beyond the yellow line shimmered for a second before disappearing. A six foot wide section had been cut into the ground creating a pit. Harry could see some very large and nasty spikes jutting up from the floor. It was clear that if they had walked down the corridor and had not noticed the tripping jinx, they would have fallen into the pit and impaled themselves on the spikes. Even the Shields around them would not have protected them.
Hermione perform an anti-tripping charm on the yellow line to cancel out the jinx while Harry conjured a wide plank across the pit. The raven haired wizard stepped on the plank and led the way over the pit. Once all four friends were on the other side, they came to a door.
The witches began waving their wand once more. Every once in a while, one of them would announce that they had found a trap and then disable it. At one point, Hermione found a nasty hex called/ “The Flesh Melter”. /She had to consult one of the books she had brought along before she could successfully disable the trap. All in all, Luna and Hermione had to deal with seven traps and wards placed on the door.
After the wards and traps had been disabled, Harry opened the door to reveal a long stairway that led down into the ground. As the foursome (no, not that type of foursome – there will be no partner swapping in this story so don’t get your hopes up) traveled down the stairs, the witches busied themselves by constantly checking for traps.
After walking down for a few minutes, Luna asked “I am curious Harry, why didn’t the Headmaster show you how to detect wards or traps when you two went to that cave? I understand that you had private lessons with him all year long. Why didn’t he teach you anything about such things?””
“Because he was too busy showing me home movies,” he snapped bitterly. “All I learned was that Voldemort liked to collect things. I didn’t find out how he made the Horcruxes or any clues as to where he might’ve hid them, but I do know ol’ Tom’s a pack rat.
“The one thing that bothered me most of all was the Pensieve memory of Voldemort’s mum,” Harry continued on his rant. “Did the fact that she was some sort of emo kid have an impact on Voldemort’s life? Was the reason Voldemort was evil because his mom was abused by her father and she ensnared Tom Sr. No; she died a few minutes after he was born so he had no idea how horrible his family was until after he met. But he was already an evil bastard because he had killed Myrtle by that point. What was the point of making me sit through that silly memory? Dumbledore told me it was because Merope had given up on life and therefore Voldemort turned evil. How does that make sense, he was less than an hour old for pity’s sake. She said /’Name him Tom’ /and then died! For all Voldemort knew, she could’ve died crossing the street to get him milk.”
“I might have some input on that, Harry,” Luna began. “As I have said before, Ronald told me about the prophesy concerning you and He Who Must Not Be Named and I think that particular Pensieve memory has some insight on it. You see, Merope, the mother, lusted after Tom, the father; she was not truly in love with him. She saw him as a rich man who could take her away from her horrible life. It didn’t hurt that Tom was easy on the eyes. So she used a potion or an Unforgivable to bewitch Tom into believing he was in love with her, which was a lie. Therefore, when You Know Who was conceived, it was done so out of lust and lies – literally. So even in conception, You Know Who did not know love, the power you have Harry, and the power he knows not.”
“Oh,” Harry muttered as understanding settled in. “I never thought about that.”
“Why the hell didn’t Dumbledore think of that?” Hermione griped.
“Um guys, this is fascinating, but I think I heard a hissing sound,” Ron announced with a bit of fear in his voice.
Everyone became silent and Harry strained his ears. A moment later, a sound drifted up from the darkness.
“I am so-o-o bored. There’s nothing to do,” Harry heard a voice say.
“I hear hissing too,” Hermione whispered.
“It’s a snake,” Harry said. It was clear to him that it had to be a snake waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs because his friends had heard hissing while he heard a voice clearly.
“What kind of snake?” Ron gulped.
“Dunno,” Harry replied. “But I reckon that Voldemort put it here to guard the Horcrux, so it’s probably a nasty one. You three wait here.”
Harry continued a few feet further before activating his parsletongue abilities.
“Hello,” he said to the darkness.
“Who’s there?” the voice demanded.
“Um… your master,” Harry replied. He was hoping that he could fool the snake into believing that he was Voldemort.
“No you’re not,” the snake snapped. “My Master has a high, girly voice, you don’t.”
Thinking fast, Harry back-tracked, “Did I say I was your Master? I meant I was sent by your Master.”
“Really? Did you bring my virgins?”
“Ah, no… fresh out.”
“Damn, he promised me virgins,” the snake pouted.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of snake are you?” Harry asked. He was hoping that it wasn’t a Basilisk. But judging by his infernal luck, it would be.
“What kind? I’m a bored one, I am,” the snake moaned. “I’ve been down here doing nothing besides eating rats. I want to nibble on a virgin… I was promised a virgin, damn it!”
Slowly and silently, Harry crept down the stairs. The snake continued to grumble and gripe and Harry drew closer and closer. Soon, he approached a massive cavern carved out of the rock. In the middle of the cavern was a table covered by a red cloth.
“All I want is one lousy virgin,” the snake complained from the shadows surrounding the table.
Even though the monster was cloaked in shadows, Harry could tell that it was easily twenty feet long and it had a bright red plume sticking out of its head. As silently as he could, Harry turned around and trotted back up the stairs.
“Is it a Basilisk?” Hermione asked.
“Yes,” he answered. It was significantly smaller than the last one he had faced, but he was positive that it was the dreaded Basilisk.
“So what? Harry’s killed one and he was only twelve,” Ron stated.
“Ron, it was luck. And if Fawkes wasn’t there with his healing tear drops, I would’ve died,” Harry pointed out. “I’m not pressing my luck again, especially since I don’t have a phoenix handy.”
“We can drive it off,” Hermione suggested. “It’s afraid of roosters; their crow can kill them. If we make it believe there is a rooster here, it might run away.”
“We can’t just let it get away,” Harry stated. “It’s too dangerous to let live.”
“He’s right,” Luna agreed.
“Well then we’ll just have to kill it,” Hermione concluded. “We distract it by making it think there’s a rooster here and while it’s trying to get away, we hit it with a few Blasting Hexes.”
“Good plan,” Harry said as he drew his wand.
“All right, Ron start clucking,” ordered Hermione.
“What?” the red haired wizard shot back. “Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m a girl not a boy. A rooster is a male chicken, I can’t make male chicken sounds,” she argued.
“Then why doesn’t Harry do it?” Ron asked.
“He’s a parslemouth, we need him to listen to the Basilisk to see if the monster buys it so we can sneak up on it,” Hermione pointed out. “We can’t do that if he’s clucking.”
Ron frowned before acquiescing. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
The red haired wizard began making soft clucking sounds.
“Louder, Ronald, it can’t hear you,” Luna urged. Ron added a little more volume to his efforts. “Louder Ronald, louder.”
Egged on by his wife, Ron let out a very loud crow.
“That’s it!” Luna cheered with a chuckle and a rosy bloom to her face. “Again! Again!”
As Ron continued to cluck, Harry turned to Hermione and asked; “You really don’t think the basilisk could tell the difference between you and Ron clucking, do you?”
“No,” Hermione admitted. “I just wanted to see Ron act like a chicken.”
“Ronald, flap your arms like wings! I’m sure it will help you sound more convincing!” Luna passionately suggested. Ron rolled his eyes before complying. Luna giggled and Harry knew that she too had wanted to see Ron cluck like a chicken.
Slowly, the four friends made their way to the cavern. As they got nearer, Ron became more impassioned and louder. It was as if he was truly getting into the role.
Ron let out a loud crow and Harry heard the snake exclaim: “Holy shit! Is that a rooster?”
“Yes it is,” Harry replied using his parseltongue. “It must’ve gotten in when I opened the door. Sorry about that.”
The basilisk let out a startled yelp and Harry could hear it slither away.
“Bloody hell, I’m out of here,” the snaked said in a panicky tone. “Screw my Master; first he won’t give me a virgin and now a freaking rooster comes strolling in.”
Cautiously, Harry peaked into the cavern and saw the giant snake had its head wedged into a small hole; it was trying to squeeze itself into that hole in an attempt to escape. Harry gave the signal that it was safe to enter the cavern. As Ron continued to cluck, Luna, Hermione, and Harry circled around the snake’s body. The three leveled their wands at the snake and shouted the incantation for the Blasting Hex.
In retrospect, Harry realized that it was a bit of overkill – literally – having the three of them blast the monster. The job could’ve been easily accomplished by either him or Hermione alone thanks to their power boost. Not only did both Harry and his girlfriend hit the monster with super charged Blasting Hexes, but Luna had hit it with her own normal hex. The giant monster was blown into a fine mist… a mist made entirely of blood and magical monster bits. The gore rained down on our heroes; coating their robes, hair and exposed skin.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Hermione murmured. Even though Harry couldn’t see the color of her skin thanks to the thick layer of blood, he reckoned that her complexion was a sickly green.
“I wonder if this Basilisk blood is as good of a moisturizer as Ronald’s semina-” Luna began. The blonde witch was interrupted by Hermione retching out the contents of her stomach on the floor. Apparently, the mention of Ron’s spunk had sent the brunette witch over the edge.
Being a good boyfriend, Harry knelt down next to Hermione – who had fallen to her knees – and held her hair back as she continued to vomit. Although he did wonder why he bothered; it’s not like Hermione’s vomit would have made her hair a worse state thanks to the goo that was basilisk in it. Once she was finished, Harry waved his wand and magically cleaned the blood off of everyone.
With a quiver in her voice, Hermione said, “Let’s get this over with so I can take a nice hot bath.”
Luna and Hermione began to wave their wands once more. After a few moments, Hermione stated: “There’s no traps. Apparently, Voldemort thought the Basilisk was enough protection.”
Harry nodded his head and approached the table. When he was four feet away, giant trees popped out of thin air. There were dozens of yew trees formed in a tight circle around the table blocking Harry from his target.
“What the hell; I thought you said there wasn’t any traps?” Ron asked as he eyed the trees.
Hermione waved her wand and said “There isn’t. In fact, I’m not detecting the trees at all; as if they aren’t there.”
“How can that be?” Harry asked as he reached out and touched the rough bark of one of the trees.
“Perhaps they are nothing more than an illusion,” Luna offered. Before explaining herself, Luna walked toward the tree and did not stop when she came close. She proceeded to walk through the trees as if they weren’t there.
“Luna?” Ron shouted in confusion and fear after his wife disappeared behind the trees.
The blonde witch’s head popped out of the tree, the rest of her body obscured by the foliage. “Just as I thought; a very complex Illusion Charm. It is so powerful that your mind actually thinks it is touching something when you run your hand across it.”
“Well, how do we get past it like you did?” Harry asked.
“Don’t listen to your mind,” she offered and she disappeared behind the trees once more.
“Oh, that’s helpful,” Hermione groaned. /”‘… don’t listen to your mind…’ /Thanks for that.”
“I think she means that we have to realize that the trees aren’t real,” Harry sounded. “Recognize that they aren’t there and that belief will offset the illusion.”
Harry closed his eyes and imagined the cavern the way it was before the trees sprang up. Slowly, Harry blindly walked to the table. His body tingled slightly as he passed through where the rings of trees were. When he opened his eyes, Harry found Luna standing next to the red draped table smiling.
“Hermione, it worked,” Harry called out. A moment later, Hermione came through the trees.
“That was weird,” the brunette witch said off handedly.
“Okay, here I come,” Harry heard Ron say. A second later, a thud sounded. “Ow, that hurt,” Ron shouted.
Clearly, Ron had failed to counteract the illusion and walked directly into the trees with a painful effect.
“Ron, you have to realize that the trees aren’t there,” ordered Hermione.
“That’s what I did,” he replied bitterly.
“Try harder, my love,” Luna said dreamily.
“How the hell am I supposed to try harder?”
“Try imagining that not only that these trees don’t exist, but all trees,” offered Luna. “Pretend there is no such thing as trees; they don’t exist.”
Harry heard Ron begin to fervently chant “I don’t believe in trees. I don’t believe in trees. I don’t believe in trees.”
A few moments later, Ron walked through the illusionary trees. Harry turned back to the table and grabbed the red cloth.
“Let’s get this over with,” he said and tugged the fabric off of the table.
Placed in the middle of the table was what appeared to be… something. A very small something, minuscule even. Whatever it was, it was no bigger than the pad of Harry’s thumb.
“What is that?” Hermione asked as she pointed at the tiny item.
“Oi, I know what that is!” Ron shouted out, snapping his fingers as if he recalled seeing a similar item. “That’s a wizard’s anvil!” Ron made this declaration as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Judging by the lion engraved on the side, I’d say it was Gryffindor’s anvil to be precise,” added Luna from her spot behind Harry.
“Lion? How the hell can you see that?” Harry asked as he bent over to get a closer look. On one side of the so-called anvil were a few scratches. He strained his eyes even further and saw that the scratches could be interpreted as a drawing of a lion. “How’d you see that?”
Luna silently responded by simply pointing at her large and protruding blue eyes and stating, “How I see everything; with my eyes, silly.”
“That’s not an anvil,” Hermione argued. “Anvils are large and … bulky and … and obvious things.”
“Why would an anvil need to be large?” Ron inquired.
“Because a blacksmith uses it to fold and form metal items by striking hot metal on it with a hammer,” Hermione explained.
“Oh, I see, you’re thinking of a Muggle anvil,” Luna said. “This is a wizard’s anvil.”
“I’ve always thought that an anvil is a pretty stupid thing,” Ron added. “I mean, they’re so useless that most people don’t remember them. Heck, even if a family has theirs on display, most people either don’t see them or intentionally ignore them. The whole idea of an anvil is stupid, if you think about it. Why would a wizard need one?”
“Well, what about in a forge or something?” Hermione thought aloud. “Wouldn’t Gryffindor have needed one to create his sword, or at least to repair it?”
“Why?” Ron quickly countered. “He was a wizard, wasn’t he? He would’ve just used the appropriate spells. Heck, even we’ve learned how to turn one item into another. So why would one of the world’s most powerful wizards use a Muggle method? He wouldn’t; he’d just create the sword and then add a self-sharpening spell to it.”
“But if a wizard didn’t need an anvil to work metal, why have one at all?” Harry asked.
“It’s for show,” Ron explained. “It’s usually a family heirloom that’s passed down from generation to generation. Heck, even we have one back home, from mum’s side. It sits on the mantle above the fireplace.”
“Wait, I’ve been to your place a load of times and I’ve never seen any anvil,” Harry said.
“No wonder, it’s only a little larger than this one,” Ron said as he pointed to Gryffindor’s anvil. “Don’t worry about it, Mate, no one pays attention to anvils in the magical world, they’re small, insignificant and meaningless.”
“You’re right, Ron,” Hermione stated. “I guess the idea of an anvil in the wizarding world is downright inane.”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed, shrugging his shoulders. Sometimes, the magical world made no sense at all. He wondered why anyone would want something like this anvil; it was too small to even notice. “It seems to me that only an idiot would’ve looked for an anvil,” he decided.
Pushing his ponderings to the side, Harry drew out his sword and swung at the anvil… and missed. He swung the blade again and still missed the target. The anvil was so small and insignificant, that Harry, even with his excellent eye-hand coordination, had trouble hitting it. Finally, Harry was able to cleave the Lilliputian anvil in two, easily destroying the Horcrux.
The four friends turned and made their way out of the cavern. As they walked up the stairs, they discussed the other Horcruxes.
“So that leaves two more besides You Know Who,” Luna said.
“Yes, we know that one, the locket, is in the possession of Zardoz,” Hermione stated. “But we still don’t know where the last Horcrux is.”
“Well, maybe you two can do that hand-job ritual again,” Ron offered to Harry and Hermione. Harry leapt at the idea of doing that activity again – for any reason.
“For some reason, we only see blackness when we do it,” explained Hermione.
Harry remained silent, lost in his thoughts. The nagging feeling that wherever the last Horcrux was located was familiar in some way weighed heavy in his mind.
“And then we have to find a way to get Voldemort, too,” added Hermione. “Even if somehow we miraculously find out where the missing Horcrux is, we can’t just walk up to Voldemort’s castle and ask him to come out so we can kill him, can we?”
“We’ll hurdle that obstacle when we get to it,” Harry said as he led his friends over the plank suspended over the pit of spikes and out of the dark corridor. Over his shoulder, Harry saw the door magically disappear, as if the door never existed.
“I’m hungry,” announced Ron as the group walked onto the street outside the orphanage.
“How can you possibly be hungry, Ron?” asked Hermione. “We had breakfast less than three hours ago.”
“Well, we just successfully destroyed a Horcrux,” Ron defended. “That took a lot of energy.”
“All you did was cluck like a chicken, for pity’s sake,” Hermione expounded. “Luna, Harry, and I did all the actual work.”
“Hermione must I remind you? Even though Ronald only pretended to be a chicken,” Luna began and added to Ron “And a wonderful chicken at that,” before turning back to Hermione, “before we went on our little trek, Ronald and I had sex.” Once again, the blonde witch turned to her husband and added, “Wonderful sex at that.”
“Actually, I’m kind of hungry myself,” Harry stated as his stomach growled.
“I smell fish and chips,” Ron said as he sniffed the air. “Over there!” the red haired wizard said and pointed down the street.
Sure enough, past the crowd of Muggles walking on the sidewalks was a fish and chips stand.
“All right fine, we’ll grab a snack,” Hermione assented.
The four friends began walking down the street when Harry saw someone exit the crowd of people ahead of them. Something in the pit of his stomach told Harry that he should hide. Listening to his instinct, Harry pushed his friends into a shadowy alcove.
“Harry, what-” Hermione began.
“Hush,” Harry ordered.
The man’s black robes billowed out behind him as he walked briskly. He continuously looked around him; trying to see if anyone was following him. His large hooked nose gave him the appearance of a bird of prey. Thankfully, the shadows concealed Harry and his friends from the approaching man’s vision.
Harry watched silently from the shadows. The person walked down the other side of the street and slowly came into view. Harry heard both Luna and Hermione gasp and he felt Ron tense up.
“Snape,” Harry hissed.
To Be Continued
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