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The Voyeur and the accident

Jacob had not seen or been with Nick for two months after Nick declared his love for him in the Library. Jacob had felt horrible and was dying for Nick’s touch, he decided to go to Nick’s house to see him…

Fantasy

Meating Stephanie

This is only my second story. I would like to make it into a series, but I need to see what you guys think. Let me know. All criticism accepted.

True Story

My first Master Part 2

He stepped in and used his hand to slap my cheek with his hard cock, not hard but hard enough to make a slapping sound, he then rubbed his head over my lips, my, chin, my cheeks, wetting me with his pre cum. He lifted his cock and rubbed my forehead, his balls now rubbing my mouth. His other hand moved behind my head and he pulled me into him, my face pressed hard against his shaft and balls.
Use your tongue he said, lick those balls boy! I didn’t need another invitation, my tongue slipped out of my lips and lapped at his ball sack, heavy, full and so large, I could feel each of his balls in there, fat, hot and full of his spunk, I knew I wasn’t going to be happy until they had emptied out for me, anywhere he pleased!
He pulled, away from me, still holding his cock, it pointing right at my mouth. You want it now boy he asked? Yes please Sir, I said, I want you big fat cock in my mouth! If you want it there are conditions, I only let boys suck my cock if they can take it all, can you do that? I looked at his big cock, wet, hard, thick and long and I doubted I could manage to take it all into my mouth and throat but I wanted it so bad so I just said yes Sir.
There’s another condition, once you’ve sucked my cock and got me fully hard I will have to fuck you, do you understand that? Yes Sir, I understand. Good boy he replied, now open your mouth and let’s give you what you want!
He stepped in, guiding his cock towards my waiting mouth. His head hit my lower lip and I realised I needed to open my mouth more but he didn’t wait, he pushed on in with his fat hard cock. My jaw opened further and he continued to push his cock into my eager mouth, my tongue tasting his juices as he slid in. My lips closed around his fat shaft, his foreskin moving smoothly over my wet eager tongue. He kept on pushing in and I realised that the test was going to come any minute as to whether I could handle all of his big fat dick.
He put his hand down onto my head and used it to pull me onto his cock. I felt his cockhead push on down the length of my tongue, further onto my mouth, moving on towards my throat. I felt myself gag as his head pressed at the top of my throat, he held my head on his rock hard cock, my jaw tightened and my teeth pressed at his manhood as I gagged. Good boy he said as he released my head and I pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth with my own gastric juices stringing out of my mouth still attached to his head.
Yes, good boy indeed, you managed most of it, you will get better with practice! He pulled my head back towards him and instinctively I opened my mouth again, letting him guide my head onto his wet shinny cockhead. I closed my lips around it and let it slide back into my hungry mouth, feeling it push my tongue down as it filled me up. He let go of his cock and now both hands held my head firmly as he started to fuck my mouth, pushing in deeply before pulling out again until his head slipped out from my lips.
Suck on my balls he instructed as he stood in front of me as he lifted his cock away from my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs and leaned in to take his swollen sac into my mouth, tasting his flesh as my tongue lapped at his balls. He moaned as my tongue and lips went to work, sucking a ball into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, then releasing it and swapping to his other ball. They were big, firm, hot, full of the cum I wanted so much.
He pulled away, stoked my hair, smiling down at me as he said I was ready to taste the rest of him. He then turned around, facing away from me, his hairy bum now just inches from my face. Boy it’s time to eat my ass, have you rimmed a guy before he asked, yes sir, I replied, good then here, eat mine. With that he leant forward onto the kitchen worktop and opened his legs. His cheeks parted in front of my face to reveal his puckered asshole, his swollen sac hanging underneath. It was a very erotic sight to me, yet also very manly and strong, I knew that id do anything for this guy and I leaned in, my tongue already out. His smell was strong and musky, not unpleasant at all.
My hands reached for his cheeks as my tongue reached for his hole, the heat of it surprised me a little as I lapped at his asshole. I opened my mouth and buried my head in between his cheeks, covering his hole with my mouth. My tongue went to work on riming him, feeling his tight circular ring relax as my tongue massaged it repeatedly. I heard him sigh and as he did I felt his sphincter relax and his ass opened to my tongue, allowing me to push my tongue into him. Yes he moaned as my tongue slipped inside his ass and opened him further, good boy, you like eating ass don’t you he said.
He was slowly wanking himself now as my tongue continued to explore him, rim him and taste him. After only a couple more minutes he stood up causing me to have to pull away from him. He turned around, his cock still in his hand, you’ve got me very excited boy, I think its time you got to finish me he said. With that he pointed his cock at my mouth, it opened immediately and he stepped forward and pushed it deep inside. His hands back on my head he forced most of his cock into my mouth and throat. I gagged again, but he didn’t seem to notice as he kept on pushing, further into my throat, his body now practically pressed into my face.
Before I knew it he said good boy, you’ve taken it all, I was gagging still and my mouth was full of cock and my spittle as he slid his cock first out a bit then back in fully, jamming his belly against my nose. My throat got used to this action and the gagging stopped as he fucked my throat with his throbbing dick. It was amazing to feel all of him move inside me, my tongue now able to move a little and increase his pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe a minute before suddenly pulling out completely and telling me to open wide and stick my tongue.
I did as he ordered and watched him as he gave his cock 3 or 4 rapid yanks and then he started to spurt his cum in my mouth, over my tongue and across my face. 5 or 6 spurts roped out from his eye as he pumped his cock again and again, filling my waiting hungry mouth and covering my face with his precious load. As he stopped spurting he pushed his cock back into my mouth, pushing it deep and, fucking me once again until I felt his cock spurt again twice, deep down my throat, giving me more of his juice, this time delivered direct.
He pulled his softening cock from me, it shone with his own cum and my juices. He looked down at me and smiled, you are covered in my juice boy he said and he used his cock to rub the cum spurts around my face before offering me his cock to clean which, of course, I did.
You passed that test boy he said, thank you sir I replied. There’s another test that you have to pass and that will be later on tonight. Do you wanna take that test boy? He asked. Yes sir I replied. You don’t even know what is it yet he said, laughing. Now finish cleaning me and I will then give you the instructions you will need to follow for later!

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My 2 favorite dirty jokes

Okay so there is a guy in Russia getting a blowjob from an 86 year old women and at the same time a guy in america walking on a tightrope between two buildings and they are both thinking the same thing what is it : Dont look down
What is the difference beetween a whore and a drug dealer…
A whore can wash her crack and sell it all over again.

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Fantasm

Mardaani – A Fantasy – Part 5

This is a fantasy based on the hindi film Mardaani, starring Rani Mukherjee. I have used the basic characters from the film. However, I have kept the name of the cop as Rani Mukherjee for better visualisation purpose.

Fantasy

Calving Signs – part 5

“He’s wearing a tie,” Anne reported, peering out the front window.
“So?”
“So…” Anne frowned. Even late at night she wore another dress, a white one, with pink flowers embroidered over her breasts. Plus heels. “So you should dress up. It’s polite.”
Terri rolled her eyes even as she tugged nervously on the hem of her shirt. A part of her agreed, wanted to rush downstairs and get changed into something a little more… feminine.
But she had seen enough of that in the Diner. Seen hordes of miniskirt-wearing, high-heeled country girls dripping over young men. There had been lots of tits on display, cooing, and a scent of a strange perfume that nearly overpowered the burgers.
Two of the patrons had even started essentially fucking each other in the booth itself, before stumbling out the door with milkshake-stained shirts. Hands pressed on each other’s privates.
The doorbell rang. Anne swung it open, and the light nearly blinded her date.
“Oh, hi Terri,” the boy said, to her Mom. Anne blushed and stepped backwards.
There was a long moment of mutual examination. The boy looked over Terri’s backswept, pony-tailed hair, then her blue jeans, and defiant college t-shirt. She had re-applied the old white makeup. If it wasn’t for her new boobs, straining at the t-shirt, and the way the jeans barely fit over her hips, she would’ve been completely back to normal.
Mark, the boy, wore his Dad’s tie, Dad’s shirt, and Dad’s blazer, all just a little too large. His face was pink where he had recently shaved.
Her Mom pushed her outside. “You kids have fun!” she said, and slammed the door. Terri was left alone with a boy she didn’t know.
“Welcome back to Calving,” Mark said. His voice strained to stay casual.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking excited,” Terri sniffed. “Did we… ever meet in High School?” she said. He looked familiar, and it hadn’t been the largest school.
“Not really. I ran with the Computer Geek crowd. We didn’t get out much.”
“Oh,” Terri said. She sort of remembered them. Pasty and white. Small boys with squeaky voices. Terri had run with a small and elite crowd of literates. All of them still at college, of course. She was the one back at home, set up on blind dates by her Mom.
Mark drove a crappy car. They pulled away from the house.
“I don’t want to do this,” Terri said. “It was my Mom’s idea. I was planning to stay home and come up with an escape plan.” Actually, she had planned to take a shower and probably get off in the hot water. But that didn’t sound right.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mark confessed. He rubbed at his face. “Dad wanted me out of the house so he could hit on Mrs. Taylor.”
What? “That is ‘Mrs.’ Taylor, right?”
“Her husband is gone for a month. I don’t know. This whole town has gotten weird, just in the past couple of months. All of a sudden my Dad is talking about me meeting more girls, and my best friend spends all his time at his Girlfriend’s… weird.”
Terri nodded. The town WAS weird. She remembered a dusty cattle town with staid, proper women. Not the drooling collections of tits and ass bustling with children.
“So,” Mark said, “What do you want to do? Diner?”
“Hell no.”
“That’s the only restaurant, outside of fast food. Uh. Movie? They’re playing Lessons of God III. I haven’t seen the first two, I’m guessing it’s just more lessons.”
“Ugh,” Terri said. She slunk into her seat.
“Cow-tipping?” Mark seemed to mean it as a joke.
“What? Cow-tipping?”
“You never did it before? In High School?”
“Not really, no.” But it was sounding pretty good. Terri felt like smacking into something heavy and pushing it over. She gave Mark another look. “Tell me a little more about it.”
* * *
It hadn’t been hard to find cows. That pasture smell trailed everywhere in Calving. Just follow your nose and listen for mooing.
They shut the door, quietly. Terri giggled. Already this was fun. She had located a target, a big brown one in the center of the field. The fence was no obstacle.
She glanced back, and nearly bit through her lip. Mark had taken off his blazer.
The former computer geek was built.
With the shirt tucked in Terri could see big, broad shoulders, along with a strong chest and trim stomach. She caught herself wondering what he would look like without the loose, baggy shirt. And if he had any chest hair.
“Something wrong?” Mark said, puzzled.
“Oh. No! Ah. Lets do this,” Terri said. She looked away, took a deep breath.
The cow didn’t move when they approached. Terri narrowed her eyes, then flipped it the bird. Cows! Only good for milk and burgers!
Mark crept near her to whisper. Terri inhaled. Had the boy worn cologne? There was something extra-intriguing about him, once she got close enough. Something manly and rugged, like a very well-chosen aftershave.
“Okay, this is easy. You hold on, I’ll push. Be careful, they kick sometimes.”
“I was born careful,” Terri promised.
She put her hands underneath the cow, grunted, and waited. The cow’s belly was warm and moist. “Hurry,” Terri whispered, “this is actually pretty gros—“
Mark shoved. The cow not only toppled, it slid, and landed with a wet thud in the loose mud of the pasture. Only then did it let loose a confused, agonized “Mooo.”
Terri was on her rear in the mud. Mark’s strength had caught her by surprise, and she had stumbled forwards, toppled into the muck of the field.
“Oh, shit!” Mark said, mortified. He helped her up, grabbing hold of a mud-covered hand. They examined Terri by moonlight. Her shirt was a total loss, and her jeans weren’t much better, glistening with mud. At least she had managed to keep her hair dirt-free. “I’m sorry, Terri.”
Terri giggled. She nearly twirled her hair with a brown finger, and only just caught herself. “Oh my god. That was amazing! That was so great! You were so strong!” She pulsed with euphoria, despite a cold coating of muck. She had caught sight of Mark’s determined face when he pushed, and it had sent such a thrill through her…
She looked down. “Oh. I guess I should clean up.” She looked up at Mark and winked at him. “Lets go back to my place. I was getting tired of this outfit, anyways.”
* * *
Her body was very aware that there was a man in her room. And that she was naked.
Terri’s nipples were flushed and pink, heated and warm, and it spread throughout the new weight of her bigger boobs. Her pussy informed her that it was lubricated and ready to go. Plus there was a pink fog of warm arousal in her head, that seemed to squish out her more logical thoughts. Right now it was gushing over how big and built Mark had turned out to be. He was strong—strong enough to push over an entire cow!—and for her!
They had sneaked back inside the house. It was such a big house that there hadn’t really been a chance of her Mom catching them, but it had been… nicely naughty to sneak.
Terri checked her reflection. Washing her face had rinsed off the white makeup. Now she was back to her usual, pink-cheeked self, with the plump lips. She tossed on some clothes and went back to the bedroom.
“Miss me?” she cooed.
Mark clearly had. He sat on her bed—her bed! Terri walked towards him slowly, to give him a chance to admire.
“Uh, you look good,” he said, startled.
“Yeah, the old outfit wasn’t right for going out,” Terri said. “I figured the heels would help if we had to stay above mud, again.” They also picked up her legs, adding inches of height and pursing out her rear. “And I thought shorts because, you know, it’s kind of warm out.” It wasn’t, but the thought of hiding her legs in jeans was disgusting.
Mark, tactfully, didn’t question why she had let her hair down, so the blonde streaks framed her face. Or the tight green t-shirt that sculpted itself around her tits. She didn’t quite have a rational answer, either.
“Shall we?” Mark said, standing up. His pants couldn’t disguise the firm outline of an erection. Warm tingles burned through Terri’s head.
“I’d love to,” she took his arm, and leaned, just slightly, against it.
* * *
“Is he wearing cologne?” Terri asked herself. All of a sudden, inside the car, she couldn’t seem to get away from his scent.
It smelled like grass and straw, and long days of working machinery in the outdoors. It flowed through her head.
“So, what do you do?” she said. Conversation had to help.
“Oh, me?” Mark said. He seemed equally distracted, and kept glancing at her legs. “I wish it was something in Computers. That’s what I wanted to do. But Dad has me working on the farm, since it’s so hard to get help, these days. That factory hired everyone.”
That explained it. “Is that where the muscles came from?” Terri said. She tried to say it neutrally.
“Huh? I guess so,” Mark flexed his right bicep. It was sculpted and bronze. “It’s weird, I was a pretty scrawny guy for so long. Dad said I’m just finally filling out.”
“I know!” Terri said. “Mom said I finally filled out, too.”
He admired the filling out. Terri beamed. “Stop it!” she told herself. She was flirting way too much for a first date, especially considering that her Mom had set them up. But that scent kept crawling up her panties, making her warm…
Mark stopped the car. He turned sideways. “Listen, Terri, I’ve got something serious to ask you.”
Terri’s legs started to slide apart, and she licked her lips.
“Have you noticed anything.. strange… going on in the town? In Calving? I know you’ve only been here for a week or so…”
Her legs snapped shut again. “Oh,” Terri said. She unrolled a window, to help herself think. They were parked in the solid end of nowhere.
Mark had intense blue eyes. “Because I’ve been noticing things. Everyone is acting… funny. Dressing up on weekdays. Lots of flirting. At first I thought it was just all the newcomers from the factory, but I’m not so sure…”
Terri forced her head back onto business. Mark had a point. “Yeah,” she said, frowning, “It does seem weird, I guess. This was such an armpit town. Now all the high heels and big-sized bras are sold out.” Partly because of her.
“Right! Exactly!” Mark said. “I didn’t want to say, but since when did the women in this town have such gigantic boobs?”
“Plus there’s the pregnancies. That’s weird, too,” Terri noted.
“I know! Seems like everyone is in hot-Mom maternity wear. Even my best friend, we used to play Counterstrike like, every night. Now he’s completely shut off with his girlfriend, and his Facebook status has said “Makin’ Babies’ for like the past week and a half!”
“What do you think it is?” Terri said. Mark, outraged and intent, was just as much of a turn-on as the other kind. Plus certain words were setting off fireworks in her head. Boobs. Babies.
“I have no clue. I even thought I was crazy,” Mark said. He turned those eyes back on her, like a lighthouse glow. “I’m really glad to hear it’s not just me.”
“Why don’t you come back over in a few days?” Terri suggested. Actually, now that her struggling logic was beating against it, that seemed like a good idea. Something in her little crappy town had changed. “We can probably figure it out if we’re both working on it.”
“Great!” Mark said, enthusiastic. “Although I’m kind of worried that… anyway, nevermind. Let me drive you home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“What?” Terri asked. She arched an eyebrow.
“It’s just… I’m a little worried that it’s affecting me, too. Whatever it is,” Mark admitted. He shifted position, and Terri’s eyes zeroed in on the outline of his cock. It was obviously big. “I’ve been… kind of horny, lately. A lot horny. I’m hoping that it’s just working outdoors all day, but what if…”
“Oh,” Terri said. She swallowed, hard. Her hands were starting to move by themselves. She struggled to rationalize it. “Actually, ah, I’ve been a little… randy… too. Since I got back to town.”
The silence crystallized. Mark’s scent was pumping into Terri’s head, now. Over and over, more insistent hormones. And, as her legs started to creak apart, the same poured out of her body, closed the distance to Mark.
“We could keep an eye on each other,” Mark suggested, at last. “That would probably work.”
“Right!” Terri seized on the idea. “And we could, you know, relieve the pressure. Keep our heads clear.”
“You think so?” Mark said.
“Yeah! Kind of… milk each other, you know? Not boyfriend or girlfriend or anything like that,” she reassured him.
Freed of lingering constraints, Terri’s hands descended on Mark’s lap. He quickly shoved the seat back, unzipped his zipper. Terri’s hand dove underneath his shorts, and drew out long, rod-sized cock.
“Holy shit,” Terri murmured. Precum leaked out of the tip and directly into her brain.
“Yeah, that’s been… bigger as well,” Mark said.
Terri started to jack up and down. She turned and leaned over, putting her head close, as Mark groaned and leaned back. Terri put both hands on it, then just the fingertips, letting the slick precum glide her tiny hands up against the monster of a cock she was jerking off.
“Just gotta… milk it…” she said, watching the tip shudder, and more creamy precum spit out the top. Mark had his eyes closed, and moaned, gripping both sides of the car seat. Now she let her fingers leap up and down, desperate to extract more dribbling fluids, feeling him buck and twitch under her fingers. Terri couldn’t help thinking that they would be that much more sexy if they were painted bright pink.
“Like that,” Mark murmured, and Terri gave it her all. She swiveled her fingers in little circles, the other hand around the base, and felt her tits swelter under her shirt.
Mark finally came. His first eruption hit the wheel of the car. The second and third weren’t much less, coating the entire driver’s side with sprays of cum. It pooled in a little white pond underneath him, and a spider web’s worth clung to her fingers.
The boy finally came down from the clouds.
“Was that okay?” Terri said, anxiously.
“Great,” Mark exhaled. “I feel… better. A little clearer.” He turned to her. “Your turn, huh?”
Terri grinned, and her pussy creamed with approval.
Mark took his time positioning her. First he just rubbed her slit from on top of her shorts, while grabbing crudely at her tits with her other hand. It felt great. But he clearly wasn’t satisfied, and had Terri pull the seat down, yank her shorts off, and expose her glistening slit to the stifling air inside the car. She let her high heels scratch against the windshield, and licked gently at her cum-stained fingers. His fingers weren’t gentle, and that was exactly what she wanted. They pressed up against her clit, pushing and prodding, and each touch felt like a better touch.
“I can’t get deep enough,” he complained, and this time Mark had her slip into the backseat. She didn’t even care that first she had to waddle outside, pussy exposed to the night, and then slide into the back. Mark leaned on top of her, breathing hard, pumping his eager fingers in and out. His other hand found her nipples, and squeezed.
Terri came. The car rocked as she moaned.
“There,” Mark said, exhausted. He walked back to the front seat, and sat down. “Better. We’ll just have to… keep doing that to each other. Feel any better.”
No. In fact, Terri’s body wanted more. More delicious stimulation, more of Mark. More of Mark’s sweaty, big body leaning over her.
“Yeah,” she lied, overruling it.
Then they drove home, covertly stroking at private parts whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking.
Terri made a mental note to pick up birth control pills as soon as she could.
* * *
Anne was waiting for her in the parlor room.
“How was your date?” she said, eyes affixed on her library copy of The Invisible Man. She hadn’t really gotten beyond the first page, and her eyebrows were crinkled with concentration.
“Eh,” Terri said, noncommittal. “I’m going to bed. Try not to set me up with any more men in the near future.”
“Fine,” Anne said. She put the book down, blinked, and picked up a Cosmopolitan that just happened to be nearby.
Terri walked, on shaky legs, downstairs. Anne examined the big wet spot on the back of her shorts, sniffed the air, and smiled to herself.
* * *
Terri took her time getting out of bed the next morning. She had ended a delicious evening with another friendly finger-fuck, giving in to her sensitive titties just one more time. Then a long night full of sex-scented dreams.
She wanted nothing more but to laze in bed, thinking happy thoughts about boys and their big, strong hands. But then her stomach churned, and she realized, abruptly, that between cow-tipping and long, hot sessions of hand-play she hadn’t actually ever gotten around to having dinner.
The air smelled of waffles.
Terri was halfway to the door, thinking about syrup, when she thought to look down at her disheveled outfit. She had fallen asleep in last night’s clothes. They were a canvas of spatter—her shirt dotted with what had to be Mark’s sprayed boy-juice, and a long smear where he wiped his fingers free ofs her own fluids.
Something about simply throwing on another pair of old jeans felt… wrong…
Terri stood in the doorway and willed herself forwards, towards the maple cloud in the kitchen.
Then she groaned and trudged into the bathroom.
* * *
“Good morning, Terri. You’re looking… nice,” Anne said. Her Mom had on a tight apron with a smiling cartoon cow written on it.
“Just waffle me,” Terri said, darkly. Her hair kept falling into her eyes, but it just hadn’t felt… right unless it was layered in two blonde sheaths around her face. She scratched at an exposed leg. The jean skirt was daringly high, and her thighs shifted around inside, inviting. The t-shirt exposed a lot of belly button and was warped by both of her heavy breasts.
Anne served her up a triple serving, along with a mound of whipped cream and two kinds of syrup. A slab of bacon was thoughtfully placed on the table, along with pulp-only orange juice. Terri put her head down, and laid into it.
Her Mom not-so-discretely put a brown paper bag next to her. Terri stopped gobbling long enough to glance inside.
The bag held a month’s worth of birth control pills. They were pink and large. Terri blushed until she was sure her hair turned pink. Anne didn’t say anything else, although the blonde thought she was turning waffles very smugly.
“What chores do you have for me?” Terri said, finally. She tried to summon some snakebite, but in truth, the humdrum exertion of chores was starting to get not only routine… but kind of nice. It was something to do, at least.
“Dishes, sweeping, scrubbing, and cleaning out the men’s rooms.”
Darrell and Ronald. Terri thought about sticking out her tongue, but stuck more waffles inside of it, instead.
* * *
Terri did the dishes in a haze of carbohydrates and steadily increasing sex drive. Her mind kept replaying last night, each hot-fire touch, each tweak on a sensitive girl part. Which seemed to be almost all of them.
So it wasn’t until she washed her hands in cold water that she remembered her promise to Mark. To keep an eye out for weirdness. It would be tough to do without a trip into town, but that had been the entire reason for their eager sex-play.
“And…” Terri’s libido coaxed “If you find something Mark will be very happy.”
Suddenly, she felt very alert.
* * *
The clinic waitroom was empty, again. Paul had done his best. He had gone out and cleaned up the pigeon crap on the “Planned Parenthood” sign. He had replaced the ancient Redbooks with somewhat up-to-date magazines.
It hadn’t mattered. Calving was apparently a wasteland of actual family planning. The only visitors were longtime clients renewing their birth control prescriptions. And even they looked increasingly uncomfortable, dashing in and out.
Ally swiveled on her chair, behind the front desk. To her left, Michelle flipped a pencil back and forth in the air. They had jointly decided to volunteer at the clinic to fulfill Calving High’s ridiculous community service requirement. Then, off to the East Coast for College. It hadn’t been the empowering, affirming choice the two friends had imagined.
“Get out,” Paul threatened, inside of his office. “Get out right now, that’s all I have to say.”
Ally and Michelle looked at each other.
Moments later Pastor Flynn walked out of Paul’s office, calm, and still smiling.
“I’m not doing any business with you, comprende?” Paul said. He was mid-30s bachelor, with the goatee and the stained and wrinkled button-down.
“I understand perfectly,” Flynn said, and shrugged. They locked stares for a moment, and then Paul disappeared back into his office.
The Pastor sighed, and ran a hand through oiled black hair. He put his arms on the counter and mildly examined the suspicious duo.
“Ally, right?” he said. “And Michelle?”
“Um, yes,” Ally said, cautiously. “How do you know our names? And weren’t you told to go? Just now?”
“Only from his office,” Flynn explained. “Plus, a Pastor makes the names of his flock his business.”
His dark black eyes noticed their Office Lump of candy. Paul kept it filled to the brim with M&Ms. It was one of the few joys Michelle and Ally had.
Flynn took a handful. Just a for a moment, it looked like something glittered out of his sleeve, came to rest on the mound of chocolates. Ally blinked.
“So, why did you get kicked out?” Michelle asked, eagerly. She was tall, with brown hair and small brown lips.
“I felt like we should discuss matters of mutual interest,” Flynn said. “I don’t feel like we should be competing. Paul disagreed, as was his right, if not in his best interest.” He finished his chocolates, then sucked on his fingers. “Competition benefits nobody. He’ll see that, soon enough. I’ll see you two some other time.”
Then he was gone.
* * *
The next time Flynn showed up, a week later, it took Paul a half-hour to kick him out.
Ally spent much of it admiring the hem of her new skirt. It was stretchy, which was nice because it really emphasized her ass. But it also meant it kept riding up when she sat down. Oh well.
She took another scoop of candy. In just the past week both her and Michelle had found a passion for chocolates. The big bowl was nearly empty.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Michelle said. She had visited a salon yesterday, apparently. Her hair, formerly two big clumps on either side of her face, had been pinned up and layered. It was cute. Ally was already thinking about how to destroy her boring ponytail.
“Management stuff?” Ally said.
“I guess.” Michelle put her pencil back in her mouth. She crossed her legs, and a pair of jean shorts strained around her rear. They both had great legs, but the fact was, Michelle was taller then she was. The heels barely compensated.
They used to talk about College, and Majors, and High School. But in the lazy Spring air, waiting for nobody, it had been a lot more fun to talk makeup and clothes and… boys. Lots about boys.
“Just go. Go, and don’t come back,” Paul finally announced, low and threatening.
Flynn took his time swaggering out the doors. And he zeroed in on the candies. Apparently he had as much of a sweet tooth as they did.
“Hey Pastor,” Ally said, waving. Her bracelets cracked together.
“Michelle. Ally,” Flynn said. He reached for the M&Ms once more. Paul appeared in the doorway, face lined, then left without a word.
“I swear,” Flynn said. “Did you girls get taller since I saw you last? You young ladies always surprise me.”
Ally blushed. The juncture at her legs started to warm up, too. Any sort of compliment from a guy seemed to set her off. “It’s just the heels,” she confessed.
“Notice anything else?” Michelle said. She had a deep, husky voice, and backed it up by crossing her arms underneath her chest. Both Ally and Michelle had been delighted when they had simultaneously hit a late-adolescence growth spurt. Ally was still getting used to lugging big boobs around.
“Just that your immediate superior is an impressively honorable man,” Flynn said. He took another grab for the M&Ms. “It really is too bad he can’t be more agreeable. Like you girls.”
They both flushed again. Compliments hit Ally like a burst of sweets, recently. Whenever a boy admired her skirt or her legs she had to stop and calm down.
“You’re leaving?” she said, disappointed.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Flynn said. “I’ll be back, soon enough.”
* * *
The next week, Flynn didn’t come out for a long time. Ally didn’t keep track, because she was too busy wondering if she could get away with masturbating in front of Michelle.
Her dress was bright blue, and she had gone into the City to get it. Ally had expected resistance from her Mom. It only reached mid-thigh, the upper part of mid-thigh, and she had flashed her Mom and two clerks while practicing walking in it. But the older woman had cheerfully paid for the sexy outfit.
The reason for the trip had been her bobbling boobies. Most of the girls at School had caught Tit Flu, it had seemed. But hers were titanic. They opened doors. They preceded her into rooms. And they had a mind of their own—which demanded petting and stroking at all times. So she had gotten special bras. Not that she really needed them.
She was hot today. Aroused. Horny. Most days she was hot, it seemed. The girls at School had discarded jeans for pretty, flippy things that lifted and supported. The boys had become just as randy, showing approval by caressing or stroking whoever walked by.
Michelle had on a matching green dress. It was pretty clear that she was feeling pretty horny, too. That pencil of hers kept feeling underneath her open skirt.
They liked to talk about boys at school, and who was fucking who. She was pretty sure Paul could hear them. It was fun.
“No,” Paul said, hunted. “No. I can’t. It’s madness. You’re insane.” His voice was troubled, nearly broken. “Leave.”
This time Flynn was beaming as he stepped outside. Both girls flew out of their chairs, up against the side of the desk. “Hi Pastor!” Ally sang. Her hair bounced around in gold circles.
“Hey girls,” Flynn said. “You want some candy?”
“I love candy,” Michelle said, and winked. So did Ally. Flynn produced two huge pink ovals from the sleeve of his suit.
“Go ahead,” he said, and they eagerly swallowed them.
“Kind of medicin-y,” Ally said “But, uh, I like it!”
Flynn smiled at her, and she nearly dripped into her panties. Then she actually did.
“Girls, what are you accomplishing here, exactly?” he said, serious all of a sudden.
“Huh? I don’t know… stopping babies and stuff… I guess,” Ally said. This sounded like school. And school itself had become super boring, lately. Ally hadn’t done her homework in weeks. The teachers hadn’t minded.
“Yeah,” Flynn said. “Does that seem right to you?”
Actually, now that the Pastor mentioned it… a lot of the girls at School had confided in the fun of bare-backing, letting a boy fill you with his goo. Plus there was all the sexy girls in town, parading around with big bellies. The boys nearly walked into cars when they saw them walking around.
They had been talking about it for most of the week. Those that were knocked-up High Schoolers seemed proud of it.
“I guess… it’s bad?” Michelle said, nose wrinkled.
“It is,” Flynn nodded. “I mean, you girls are young. Wouldn’t it be so nice if you were pregnant together, getting big and fat, sharing the experience?”
Ally and Michelle stared at each other. Ally imagined Michelle swelling up, her mammoth boobs getting even bigger, the two of them stroking at each other as they grew..
“Um, I got to go to the bathroom, Pastor Flynn,” Ally said. “Scuse me.”
“Me too!” Michelle squeaked.
“Then don’t let me detain you, ladies,” Pastor Flynn said, and took a parting scoop of M&Ms. “Remember, cooperation. I just wish Paul would.”
* * *
The bathroom wasn’t really big enough for two, unless they pushed up against each other. Ally had to reach up to kiss Michelle’s hungry, insistent mouth. And their tits, mashing together, made her even more hard to reach. But Ally made it happen anyways.
Their boobs rolled around, up against each other. Nipples touched and rubbed together, and fireworks kicked at her head.
With her free hand Michelle reached underneath Ally’s dress, fit her hand underneath her panties.
“You’re juicy,” she noted, eyes glazed.
Ally did the same. Michelle wasn’t even wearing panties. Ally giggled, and moved her hand around inside the hot, wet folds.
They stood there, pumping at each other, balanced impossibly on heels as they moved back and forth. It should’ve been impossible to stay steady, not to mention also rub hard against budding clits. But they managed.
“Flynn was so fucking right,” Ally hummed, into Michelle’s ear. “Oh god. You hear that Erin and Paula and Carrie got pregnant, right? All from Tom, he fucked all of them.”
“We could have babies together,” Michelle said. “You and me. Best friends and mommies together.”
They came at the same time, shivering and teetering in each other’s arms.
Later, Ally knelt between Michelle’s legs, as the brown-haired girl leaned back on the toilet seat. She sat upright.
“Ally, I think I know how we can get some cum in us,” she said. “If we work together.”
* * *
“You’re sick,” Paul groaned. Ally urged him onwards, towards the orgasm she could feel coming. Soon Paul would fill her up with his sexy, baby-making sperms, get her all pregnant and fat.
Just like Michelle, who was in the office chair, her legs up on the table. She had her hand protectively over the outside of her cunt, to keep Paul’s cum inside. Her other hand rolled her nipple around in her palm.
Flynn stood respectfully in a corner, calm in his dark black suit.
“I can see that you’re busy with your staff,” he said. “I can come back later. Maybe I’ll bring a pregnancy test with me?”
That did it. Ally squeezed again, at the shaft inside her. She was bent over the side of Paul’s desk, tits out, head bumping against his laptop. He had both hands on her ass, and kept pumping until his entire cock was inside her.
Their plan had only taken a week. Day one, they came in wearing matching pink skirts, and made a point of bending over in their halter tops when Paul was around. Day two, they did the same, only without panties. By day three Paul had been pitching a permanent tent pole, and was sweating the entire day.
At Day Five, on Ally’s suggestion, they had brought vibrators into the office, and buried them up their snatches while simply sitting around. Paul had come outside, seen their buzzing and giggling, and hadn’t said a word.
On Day Six he had finally given in, grabbing Michelle like a wild animal and, grunting, running his hands over her tittering body. But he had insisted on wearing a condom when they finally fucked, even if the plastic sheath had barely fit over his cock.
Day seven, Ally and Michelle had made their joint demand. If he wanted more tender teenage ass, it was bare or nothing. Paul hadn’t taken long to decide.
Paul came. Wonderful hot stuff filled her. Ally came too, a million images of milky tits and fat tummies overwhelming her thoughts. They had both deferred college. It seemed boring stuff anyway. Paul stayed inside her, panting.
“What did you do to us?” he said, defeated. “Some sort of chemical? Why can’t I resist this? Why aren’t I going to the police?”
“Paul,” Flynn said, smoothly. “You’re just learning to cooperate. You’ve become part of the flock. Just let it happen.”
“You mean, part of the herd,” Paul said. But he was already growing hard again. “I’ll do it. Give me those pills. Although I don’t know what more you can do to this town.”
Flynn grinned. “Oh, I think plenty,” he said.

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WOMAN WHO’S LIKE A REFRIGERATOR

Did you hear about the woman who was like a refrigerator?
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Amateur Glamour Model

Glamour Model
“Good morning, Adriana, my little ray of sunshine!” The chubby, Italian restaurant owner, said, as he entered the newsagent shop, that I used to work in. “How are you this morning?”
“Fine,” I replied, smiling, as I folded his newspaper and took a packet of his usual cigarettes from the shelf. I looked forward to Tullio’s visits, each day; he was a very happy man, mid forties, with shoulder length black, wavy hair, and a big moustache. He always took the time to flatter me, which I appreciated.
As, he handed over a £10 note; he took a card from his jacket pocket, “How much will it cost to place an advert in your window?” He asked, as he passed it over the counter.
Local Camera Club
MODELS WANTED
Portrait & Glamour
Over 18’s only.
Generous hourly rate.
“That will be fifty pence, per week,” I replied. Tullio smiled, “I’ll go for the whole month, thanks.” He said in perfect English, but with a sexy Italian accent.
“I didn’t know that you were a photographer,” I told him, as I took his change from the till. “I am sure that there are many things that we don’t know about each other!” He laughed. “Yes, I love to take pictures of beautiful things, you know? A sunrise, a bright red Ferrari, a beautiful girl, it is all the same to me. My friend and I have a small studio, above one of my shops, where we have a darkroom, and some of our friends can take pictures, in private.”
As there were no other customers around, I continued the conversation, “What sort of photos need to be taken in private?” I joked. Tullio raised his eyebrows, and grinned, “Wouldn’t you like to know! A beautiful woman like yourself, would always be welcome to find out.”
I laughed, as a young boy entered the shop. As he was closing the door, he turned and looked at me, “We will talk about this, again, tomorrow,” and left the shop.
I spent the rest of the day fantasising about being a model, or a girl in a ‘top shelf’ magazine. It was fun, but even though I had always been considered ‘pretty’, I felt that I would be too tall (5 ft. 9ins.) and my boobs (34DD) would be too big, but my fantasy was fun while it lasted.
At exactly the same time, the following day, Tullio came into the shop, “Good morning, my ray of sunshine, can I say that you look even more beautiful, today.” I had his paper and cigarettes prepared, and handed them over. As he passed me the £5 note, he smiled, and said, “ I have told my friend that you are interested in modelling for us, I have arranged for him to meet you in my restaurant. We will meet you at 1.30, don’t be late.”
My head was in a spin; he couldn’t possibly be serious, could he.
At 1.30, I was outside the restaurant, debating whether to go in, or not, my heart beating like a drum, and butterflies in my stomach.
“Adriana, you are on time. I like that, in a person,” Greeting me with two kisses, Tullio held the door open for me. He then guided me, past a couple of customers, to a secluded table at the back, where a younger, English man, with glasses, was sitting. “This is Ian, who owns the camera shop, next door, and this is, the beautiful, Adriana.” I blushed, as I shook hands.
As I sat down, he ordered some pasta and a bottle of wine, for the three of us, in Italian, from a gorgeous, muscle-bound, waiter.
Ian turned to me, “Tullio, tells me that you would like to pose for our club.”
I snapped, “This is all happening too quickly, I didn’t say that I would,” “You didn’t say that you wouldn’t!” Tullio responded.
“Why do you want me, surely there are plenty of younger girls who would love to model, for you” I asked them as the food arrived.
Ian looked at Tullio, who nodded, “Yes, we do get quite a few girls from the college, who like the money, and enjoy ‘showing off’, but some of our members would like to photograph a more………voluptuous, older woman. Not that you fall into the category of ‘older’!”
I should hope not! I was only 29.
“If I was interested, what would I have to do, nothing rude, I hope?” I asked as I sipped my red wine.
They looked at each other, and smiled, they knew that I was interested, but how would they get me to commit?
When I had finished eating, Tullio suggested visiting the studio.
We went outside, and Ian unlocked the door next to the restaurant. He led the way, up the stairs; Tullio followed, muttering something in Italian, “What did you say?” I asked, “I am sorry, I was just telling myself that you have a most fantastic arse!” I was wearing my favourite jeans, which were very tight, and did emphasis the shape of my cheeks. The wine was now starting to take effect.
“Thank you,” I giggled, as I wiggled it in his direction. If their plan had been to get me drunk it was certainly working.
There was an office, the studio, which was actually, quite large, and a couple of more rooms, which were locked, leading off. The studio had a small stage and was surrounded by some very professional, looking, lights and tripods and an assortment of chairs. There were also two large cupboards, that, when opened were full of, theatrical props, hats and some women’s clothing.
“My God, I thought that this was just for a few of your friends.” I turned to Tullio. “It is, but if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing properly” he chuckled, “the members who use this, all shop with Ian, so the expense is worth it”.
There was also, a small bedroom, with a shower and toilet; there was even a pool table. “What are these for?” I asked, “Sometimes my new waiters have nowhere to stay, and sometimes, I like a bit of privacy.” They laughed at their ‘in joke’.
“So, what do you think?” Ian asked me.
“You haven’t told me what sort of pictures you want me to pose for,” I replied.
“Well, there’s a meeting on Friday, you could do some portraits, and, if you want, some glamour shots, with your jeans and top on.” He looked at Tullio, who smiled “You don’t have to do topless………..unless you want to.”
The butterflies were back in my stomach.
“Okay!” I stuttered.
Friday would be good for me, as my daughter would be with her father, for the weekend, and my husband, Sam, would be working late and not be home, until the early as usual.
I arrived, at the restaurant, at the agreed time, wearing my western boots, tight jeans, and a Lycra t-shirt, with a sports bag, full of t-shirts, blouses, and bra’s.
Tullio met me, and greeted me with a kiss, on the lips.
We went upstairs, where there were 6 guys and Ian, standing around, drinking coffee, chatting and fiddling with their cameras. As I was introduced, I heard two guys talking about my breasts, “Fucking Hell! Have you seen the size of them? I hope she gets them out,” the shorter one said, his friend replied, “Tullio hasn’t let us down, yet!” They both laughed.
As Tullio returned downstairs, Ian took me to a small changing room, which had a table, chair and large mirror. “This should give you some privacy, when you want to change outfits,” he told me, as he produced a bottle of wine and a glass.
“What should I wear?” I asked him, “You look fine, so why not start like that. Just come out, when you’re ready.” He replied.
I gulped down two large mouthfuls of wine, and made my way, onto the stage.
Ian placed a gold coloured chair, next to me, and announced, “As you know, this is Adriana’s, first time, and she’s nervous, so what ever poses you want, ask me, instead of, just, shouting at her.”
Over the next half-hour, I went through a number of poses, straddling the chair and bending over it. It was easier than I had expected, and I quickly relaxed, even suggesting some poses, myself.
Ian handed me my glass, and asked if I would mind changing my top, I nodded agreement, as I again, gulped at the wine.
In the changing room, I had just taken off my t-shirt, and was loosening my bra, when I heard the clicking of a camera, startled, I turned around, the door was still open, continuing to take shots, of me, in my bra, the guy said, “OOPS! Sorry, I should have asked, but I couldn’t resist a couple of ‘voyeur’ shots,” the others were watching, smiling. I smiled back, “It’s okay, but you should have asked.”
I wore a white, silk shirt for the next session. A, larger, ‘throne’ type had replaced the original, chair. The poses were similar, until someone asked me to unbutton my shirt, I looked at Ian, who grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Slowly, I did as they had asked, leaving one, fastened at my bust. I could tell from their faces, that this was what they wanted, my cleavage look huge, and I felt my nipples poking through the lace of my white bra.
My poses nearly all consisted of me bending over, swinging my pendulous breasts, which I found very stimulating. On impulse, I opened the last button, giving them a better view.
As I left the stage, to change, Ian again, approached me, “How do you feel about going topless? The guys would really appreciate it,” I smiled and raised my eyebrows, he gave a ‘thumbs up’, to his friends.
In my room, I removed my shirt and bra, and looked at myself in the mirror, my breasts were swollen, larger than ever now. It was now or never, I teased my brown, nipples, took another long gulp of wine, and the bottle was empty, now. I slipped on a transparent chiffon blouse, which was see through, again, only fastening, one button, and left my bra, on the table.
As I walked across the room, the men fell silent as they stared at my bouncing breasts.
When I took my place on the stage, the guys were nudging each other, and looked very excited. I moved around, bending over, and squatting; my tits never actually coming into view. With my back, to them, I undid the button and took off my top. I was trembling with excitement, but the wine had made me very relaxed, and I was now losing all of my inhibitions. When I turned round, with my arms in the air, the camera clicks sounded like machine-gun fire!
I posed for about 15 minutes, getting more and more excited, by the second, “ Drop your jeans, and show us your knickers,” someone shouted. Immediately, I undid the top button and pulled the zip down, exposing my red G-string, I couldn’t stop grinning, as I turned around, and slid the jeans down over my bum, flashing my cheeks, then pulling them up, just as quickly. I felt so naughty, my breasts wobbling, as I ran from the stage.
Ian joined me in my room, “thanks for a great night, the guys want to know if you’ll come back next week?” I didn’t need asking twice, frantically, nodding my head. When I had dressed, only Ian was left, “Tullio, would like you to join us for supper,” he said as we walked downstairs.
The restaurant was busy, but we were led to the same secluded table, where I sat between the two men. Tullio, called the same waiter, as before, and ordered food and wine for us.
“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, as he put his arm around my shoulder, he felt warm and was wearing very expensive cologne.
“Yes, it was wonderful, so exciting, Ian has asked me back, next week.”
“I’m sure he has, but, you didn’t do anything that you didn’t want to, did you?” Tullio looked at Ian, for confirmation.
With a big smile, Ian replied, “Well, you won the bet! We did see her tits! With a flash of arse, too!” Both men laughed out loud, as I blushed, bright red.
The, young waiter arrived with our wine, “Adriana’s good health!” Tullio toasted me.
“Bet, what bet?” I asked.
Hugging me firmly, and kissing my forehead, Tullio whispered, “We always have a small wager, on how long it takes a new model, to go topless, and, my dear, I will look forward to seeing the evidence!” His big hand squeezing my breast.
When we had finished our meal, Tullio called the young waiter over to our table, and handed him, his car keys, muttering something in Italian, the boy smiled and nodded, “His name is Sandro, and I’ve told him, no Hanky-Panky! We are busy, so he must come straight back!” As I squeezed past him, Tullio grabbed my arse, and laughed as I drunkenly sat on his knee, wriggling on his groin. As his English was very poor, conversation was at a minimum, as Sandro drove me home in the large Mercedes. When we arrived at my home, I was now feeling very, very horny. I needed sex, as soon as possible. Frustrated, I got into bed. My pussy was on fire, so I had to take out my dildo, and fuck myself to sleep
The next three Fridays followed the same pattern, with another four men turning up making the group ten strong, each week, as they where, now, guaranteed to see my enormous breasts. I used the wages, to buy new underwear and stockings, which I wore in the scenarios that they would create for me. The skimpier the underwear, or costume, the more photos they would take. Their favourite positions were, me leaning forward, over a chair, drooping my breasts, licking my own breasts or with my legs open, trying to get a flash of my pussy. I would, also, wear some of the outfits, from the wardrobes; ‘wench’, ‘police woman’ (with truncheon!), and everybody’s favourite – ‘naughty schoolgirl’. I would, nearly, always end up wearing stockings and suspenders!
Tullio began to attend, with his camcorder, getting up very close to my tits and between my legs, I didn’t like to ask what he did with the tape, but it was fun thinking about it!
When we finished, Ian and I would join Tullio for supper, as I would have no one to go home to, and look at the pictures from the previous week. Seeing the pictures of myself showing my body, especially my tits, to a bunch of strangers was becoming more of a turn on each week. I had taken to hiding the pictures and lingerie in a small suitcase in my wardrobe.
Each week Sandro would take me home, and my trusty dildo would be used to great effect.
My husband, Sam, was also, feeling the benefit, as I would jump on him the moment he returned from work, in the morning! He thought that I had been missing him! Bless!
Although, I was still refusing to take my pants off, I knew that it would only be a matter of time, before I would give in.
That night coincided with Sam finding my stash of photos.
I came home from work one day to see him sitting in the living room with my file on the coffee table, next to the case full of sexy underwear.
“What’s all this then?” he asked in a very controlled manner. My head went blank and I burst into tears, running up to my bedroom.
Sam followed me. Throwing a dozen or so sexy photos of me onto the bed, he said, “Just tell me what’s been going on,” as he stroked my hair.
With tears streaming down my face I clung onto him, as I confessed to my new role as a Glamour Model.
His hands stroked my hair as he quizzed me about how many men were there. What they asked me to do, did they touch me? Did I want them to touch me? On and on he went, but now he was stroking my heaving breasts, His grip on my breasts became tighter and tighter as my stories became more lurid. How I got turned on wearing tiny G-strings that hardly covered my pussy, for them. How wet they were when I took them off. How much my nipples would ache when I went topless, in front of twelve strangers.
I told him that I had never actually shown my pussy, but I wanted to, and I always left the changing room door open, when I got changed, knowing that they were still taking pictures through the gap.
As I said the last few words he kissed me and let out a long sigh.
I moved away from him, to see a wet patch on his thigh.
“Sam!” I gasped.
“Oh shit!” he gulped, as the patch slowly became more obvious as it soaked his jeans.
We hugged each other like our lives depended on it.
As we talked, Sam confessed that he’d always fantasised about seeing me with another man, but had thought that I would be too shocked. We talked and talked about our ‘situation’ long into the night. At one stage he asked me to put some sheer black seamed stockings and a tiny thong on for him. I was amazed that he only wanted me to wank him as he looked at my photos. When he came, spunk gushed all over my breasts. The look of pure lust on his face made everything worth while.
For the rest of the week, I wore stockings for him, instead of my usual jeans. He couldn’t keep his hands off me. The sex on the Thursday night was out of this world, as he kept making me tell him about the things that I was going to do the following night.
As we were having a drink on the Friday night before I was due to pose, Tullio told me, “I am sorry, but we wont be needing you tonight,” my heart sank, “we have decided to use some girls from the college, for a few weeks.” Then he looked at Ian, who took up the conversation, “But………. We would like to ask a favour, of you.”
Their eyes met, “If you would be willing, we would like to use you for some………..Private pictures, without the others being present. Of course it would mean more money, but the pictures would be,” again, he looked at Tullio, “fully nude, and………well, personal, ‘top shelf’, you know what we mean?'” He whispered the last few words.
I asked, “How personal?” The butterflies had returned to my stomach, and I felt my nipples expanding, as the words came out.
“How personnel would you let us go?” Tullio asked.
I looked up and grinned.
They didn’t know it, but this was exactly what my husband had begged me to do. We agreed to meet the following day, as two pretty, giggling, teenage girls introduced themselves as that night’s models.
When I arrived home, still wearing my stockings and suspenders, Sam was waiting for me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “You’re early.”
I took my skirt off and told him what the men wanted me to do, as he stroked my legs while I rubbed his throbbing cock. He came twice, each time soaking my breasts.
The following lunchtime, I met both men, outside of the camera shop, with my bag of goodies in my hand.
“Are you sure about this?” Ian asked, “Of course she is, look at her titties,” Tullio told him, as he stared at my nipples, which were poking out of my shirt, again. I blushed, he was right; I was up for anything, this afternoon.
The studio was empty, as Tullio opened a bottle of wine and Ian turned on the lights.
I looked at them; “I’ll get ready, then. What do you want me to wear?” For the first time, I felt in charge of the situation. “Anything black, would be nice,” Ian replied.
I went into the changing room and took out an array of underwear, and my collection of dildos, in a small bag.
Guessing what they wanted, I undressed, only leaving my tiny knickers and high heals on. When I entered the studio, they whistled their approval, as I walked towards them, my wobbling tits swinging, from side to side. “Is this what you want?” I asked. Tullio, smiled, “Let’s use one of the bedrooms,” and guided me to one of the small rooms.
Ian quickly set up a camera, and lights. I began rolling around, on the bed, posing in any amount of provocative positions. Then, as I was on all fours, facing away, from them, I removed my knickers, showing my neatly trimmed, pussy, for the first time. “My God! That is beautiful, can I touch it?” Tullio asked.
I shook my head, “No!” I told him. Rolling onto my back, I pulled my legs up to my shoulders, my hole gaping open, for them. Tullio, nearly put his camcorder inside, he was so close.
When Ian’s film ran out, I decided to put on, one of my new outfits, a black basque, tiny knickers, seamed stockings and extra high heals.
After applying an extra coat of lipstick, I made my entrance, “Wow!” Tullio gasped. “Where do you want me, on the stage?”
Ian placed a small, bag in front of me, as I started parading around the large, gold, chair.
They had three cameras set up, and Tullio was using his camcorder. I bent over, in a number of seductive ways, pulling my top down, letting my tits swing free. Holding onto the chair, with my arse facing them, I stroked my pussy, it was as wet as I’d hoped, moving my fingers across, I pulled the tiny strip, to one side, exposing my fanny, again.
Tullio was kneeling beside me, getting a ‘close up’ shot. He moved away, allowing me some room to sit down, to remove my pants. I opened my legs as far as possible, letting them feast their eyes, on my huge 34DD tits and soaking wet cunt. I began rubbing myself, slipping one, then three fingers into the sopping hole. As I bit my lip, Ian whispered, “Open the bag.” I did as he’d asked, sitting on the edge of the seat, I shouted, “Bloody hell, have you seen this lot!” as I poured the contents onto the floor, “I need the…. the black one!” I whispered huskily. It was in my hand in a second! Sitting back on the chair I spread my legs again, opening my hole with my fingers, I moved the tip along the slit, two or three times, then slowly slid it inside. I’d never used a vibrator this big before but was looking forward to feeling this 13 inch monster inside me. I was so wet, all 13 inches slid in very easily!
With one leg over the chair arm, I fucked myself with my ‘black monster’, purring and groaning with pleasure. I was hoping that they were still taking pictures, I needn’t have worried, Tullio was back, between my legs with his camera. After a couple of minutes, of this exquisite fucking, I rubbed my clit, and came with a breathtaking climax.
I pulled the dildo out, and dropped it onto the floor, landing, with a thump.
“Was that ‘personal, enough, for you?” I asked, as I stood up, and walked back to my dressing room. “Too fucking true!” Tullio said, as he placed a new film in his camcorder, adjusting his hard-on, at the same time.
Ian spoke up, “ Let’s use the pool table next.”
I changed into my white Wonderbra, stockings, suspenders and no knickers. When I walked out they had moved some lights around the table, and set the balls up, as if we were going to start a game.
“I’ll help you,” Tullio said, as he put one hand on my hip and the other inside my thigh, as I attempted to climb up, onto the table. I cocked my left leg up, onto the edge, giving him the opportunity to slide his hand between my legs, and touch my throbbing pussy. As he tried to get a finger inside, I scrambled away, “Cheeky bugger! You can stop that, that’s for later!” The words were out of my mouth, before I could stop myself.
They looked at each other, and then at me. “I’ll keep my hands to myself……until later” he emphasised the last words. I stuck my tongue out, at him.
Ian positioned me in the corner of the table, as if my hole was the pocket that the balls would go into. Ian unclipped my bra, and slyly felt my tits. I did some poses kneeling, pretending to ‘suck’ the cue, and then I rubbed the ‘fat’ end against my pussy, spreading my legs, eventually sliding 4 or 5 inches inside. This was too much for Tullio, who, had already stripped off, climbed up, to join me. I lay on my back, sliding the cue in and out, as he proudly showed me his cock; it was about six inches long, and quite thick. He placed it in my mouth; it tasted sweaty, which was wonderful. Lying on my side I started to suck him like crazy, continuing to fuck myself with the cue. After a couple of minutes, of my blow-job, and him fondling my enormous tits, his body tensed up, and hot come splashed into my mouth and down my throat. As he pulled out, some seed dripped down my chin, onto my tits.
As I scooped it up, with my finger, to put in my mouth, I was aware of Ian pulling the cue out of my cunt, then replacing it, with his face. When his tongue lapped against my clit, I went into spasms, as my orgasm tore through my body.
Ian raised his head, his mouth and chin, covered in my love juice, he was pulling his trousers down, when he said, “It might not be as big as that dildo, but it is real!” “Quick, put it in!” I shouted, still swallowing Tullio’s spunk. He did as he was told. Burying his face in my breasts, he rammed into me, like a schoolboy. In under a minute, I felt the hot wave, enter my womb, he was shaking as lay on top of me.
As we climbed off the table, Ian thanked me, for letting him fuck me! I kissed him, on the cheek. Looking at Tullio, I said, “I hope that you’re not finished? I’m just getting started!” then went into my dressing room. I caught my reflection, in the mirror; I had spunk on my chin and cheek.
Four weeks ago, I was a housewife, working in a shop, now I had been semi-naked in front of a group of 12 men, masturbated for two others, sucking one and letting the other fuck me. I grinned at the thought.
When I opened the door, just wearing my black stockings and suspenders, with a pair of high heals; Sandro was standing next to Tullio. They were both, only wearing boxer shorts, but as short and fat as Tullio was, Sandro was six feet tall, with rippling olive coloured muscles, and was completely hairless.
The elder man laughed, “I hope you don’t mind, but Ian is a ‘one shot’ man, and well, we know that you like my nephew, so…….”
His nephew!
We went back into the bedroom, I lay on the bed, quickly joined by Tullio, who immediately began suckling my tits, and stroking me between the legs. Ian was taking photos, of ‘the action’, as he called it.
I looked at Sandro, “Aren’t you going to join us?” He grinned, and slipped off his shorts, releasing the biggest cock that I had ever seen, it was huge, nearly as big as the black dildo! My eyes were on stalks, as Ian told him to kneel beside my head. Up close it looked fantastic. I took hold and kissed the purple tip, he let out a sigh, then ran his fingers through my hair. I could only get four or five inches in, but worked up a head of steam, sucking and licking, as if my life depended on it. When I saw the photos, later, I was so wet, Tullio actually, had his whole hand inside my fanny!
After five, or six minutes, Ian asked, them to change positions, Tullio was ‘rock hard’ again, as he pushed it into my mouth, I could still taste his dry spunk, from my earlier blow job. With my knees raised to my stomach, and my legs wide apart, I thought that I would be prepared for Sandro, but when the tip, entered my hole, I began to panic, it felt massive. I tried to take the cock from my mouth, to tell him to stop, but Tullio was too excited, and was holding my head in place, as his hips pushed his own cock down into my throat.
I was struggling to get free, when the ‘monster’ entered me, in one long push. Ian was now standing next to us, with the camcorder, urging him on, “Go on, fuck her! The bitch loves it! She can take it! She can take it all! Tullio, I’ve never seen anyone take the whole fucking thing! Fucking Hell! Tullio, she can take it all!”
As Sandro was sliding in, with ease now, my panic subsided. I was now enjoying myself. Every thrust felt like it would split my fanny and womb in two. This was awesome; sucking Tullio’s fat cock, having my sweaty tits roughly mauled, as a handsome young stud, with a huge cock was fucking me.
“Spunk on her face! I want to see her swallow your spunk!” Ian was shouting excitedly, as he captured every moment on videotape, “Grab her tits, shake them!” he continued. Tullio, eased out of my mouth, and started wanking, in front of me. Sandro, suddenly, increased the speed of his fucking, taking my breath away. Suddenly, taking my breath away, he whipped his monster cock out.
I was gasping for breath, as I felt the cool air enter the hole that was once my tight vagina. Sandro moved forward. Squatting over my tits, he joined his uncle, tugging on their sticky weapons of mass destruction. Within a minute, the first of their spunk shot out of Tullio’s knob, hitting me on the cheek, “Open your mouth, I want to see it on your tongue, go on Sandro, make her drink it!” I obliged, opening my mouth, as wide as possible. Tullio fired even more goo, at me, which went straight in, seconds later Sandro erupted, emptying even more hot, sticky spunk into my mouth. It was like a game, as I moved my head, trying to catch every last drop, from each man’s cock. I managed to get most of it, but some landed in my hair and on my face.
Together, Sandro and Tullio placed their cocks, against my lips, for me to lick the last drops, off. Holding their, softening cocks, I pulled both knobs into my mouth, and flicked my tongue over the tips. As they moved away from the bed, Ian said, “Open your mouth, again, squeeze your tits,” and pointed the camera, at my spunk filled mouth, “Now swallow it.” Keeping my mouth open, for the camera, I did. It was still hot and lumpy, and the taste was divine.
As, the men moved away from the bed, my hand slipped between my legs. My cunt was still swollen, wet and throbbing. Closing my eyes, I began rubbing my clit, with two fingers, Ian quickly positioned himself, at the bottom of the bed with the camera, filming the final moments of this fantastic afternoon.
When I had orgasmed, with an almighty scream, Tullio kissed me, on the lips, flicking his tongue inside, tasting their juice. “ If you would like, we will leave you, for a few moments.”
I lay on the bed, reliving the last couple, of hours, playing with myself, another twice.
When I re-entered the studio, the men had already dressed.
“For you,” Tullio said, as he handed me a large glass of wine. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked. Still only wearing my stockings and shoes I nodded, “Yes, it was a dream come true,” I said, grinning; revelling in the effect that my nakedness was still having on them, Sandro was adjusting his hard-on.
Tullio, looked at his watch, “I am sorry, my dear, much as I would like to continue, I must get back to the restaurant.” He kissed me on the cheeks, “but, Sandro will drive you home, and can ‘stay for a coffee, if you would like!”
Sandro drove me home, kissing me on the cheek as I left the car.
As he drove away, I turned to see Sam smiling at me from the living room window.
I was hardly through the door, when I was pulling his jeans down, and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. Kneeling, in my hallway, I took him in my mouth and sucked him until he was ready to come. Leading him by the cock, we went into the living room, where we fucked and sucked for another hour, with me telling him of every intimate detail of what I had just done with three men.
Tullio rang me, later that night, to invite me back, the following Friday, as many of his members had requested my ‘services’.
After discussing how much I had enjoyed our ‘Saturday session’, we agreed for me to alternate, Friday night glamour, one week, and Saturday ‘hardcore’ the next.
On the Monday, Ian visited the newsagent and handed me a package, “Open it when you get home, Adriana,” he smiled.
Then as he paid for his magazine, he whispered, “We have some more friends, that would pay, a lot of money, to be present, next Saturday. Will you think about it, please?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled, “You never know!”
That night, after tea, with my husband, we opened the package; it was the collection of photos and video, from the previous Saturday. As Sam poured me a large G & T, I was shocked, but so very turned on at the range of things that I had done.
We spent the next two hours, and most of the following week, masturbating, sucking, fucking and even Sam watching me fucking myself, with a dildo, as we watched the first of my ‘porno tapes’.
Adriana

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Michelle – Jeff Plot 2 – Ch. 8

The Plot – Jeff – Part 2 – Chapter 8
My plot was, assuming Jeff came over, to be in the pool, wearing the same whispy white bra and panties that I had yesterday. I was sprawled out across an over sized inner tube, spread out, arms back over my head, legs dangling over the other side of the tube. I had propped one foot up on the deck, both to anchor my position, and to insure that my legs were spread as far apart as possible. I anchored the tube, and thus myself, so that my wide open legs were aimed right at the door he would be coming through. I had ducked in the pool to thoroughly wet my bra and panties, and double checked to make sure they were, again, completely see through. (Like clear plastic wrap.) I wanted to make sure as he came through the door, the first thing he would see was my wide open pussy. I must have dozed off.
The next thing I remember was the sound of the screen door opening. I opened my eyes and saw Jeff coming through the doorway. He froze the instant he saw me, splayed out, “spread eagle” on the oversized inner tube.
I watched him, my eyes hidden and secure behind the dark sunglasses, as he turned and very quietly closed the door.
Jeff is my nextdoor neighbor, the one for whom this “plot” had been laid. We had known each other forever, since we were quite small, and although he was a couple of years older than me, (he was entering his high school junior year, while I was just preparing to enter as a freshman), we had always been pretty close friends.
He’s a pretty decent looking guy, maybe six feet tall. He’s on the slim side, with a body that, although fit and muscualr, could best be described as “wiry”.
Yesterday had been an “almost” day, abruptly stopped by the return home of his parents. Jeff was again shirtless, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and his sneakers and socks. I wondered idly if he was wearing the same white briefs he had on yesterday, the kind that became almost transparent when wet. I feigned sleep as he tiptoed over toward me, stopping almost right above me. His eyes were glued to my lewdly displayed pussy, and I reveled in the fact that I could watch his every move with him having no idea that my eyes were even open, much less where they were looking.I lay motionless as his right hand reached down to his shorts. As he continued staring at my wanton display, he began fondling himself, rubbing, squeezing, stroking through his shorts. Watching him play with himself was really turning me on and my mind was racing, trying to figure out my next move.
Jeff made it for me.
Hooking his fingers in the eleastic waistband of his shorts, he gave them a quick tug down and let them fall to his feet.
My heart stopped beating.
Instead of the white briefs he had been wearing yesterday, today he was wearing…he was wearing…he was wearing…well…I guess, “pouch” for lack of a better word. The tiny white bag barely covered his penis and balls, with a thin string extending around both sides of his waist. I could actually kind of see through it, not just his shape and outline, but the actual flesh color where his penis pressed against the flimsy material.
I was instantly wet, this time from the inside.
His hand returned to his groin, and he again began fondling, squeezing, stroking himself. Under the thin material, I could see him growing bigger and harder.
GOD, I wanted to touch myself!
But I continued to fake dozing, wondering where this would go. I lay motionless for a few more minutes as he continued caressing himself, his penis growing larger every second. My heart was now racing, my pussy was dripping, and it became harder and harder to lay there motionless.
Jeff bent down and pulled his shorts off his feet, picking them up and turning.
This time I did gasp!
His “pouch” had no back to it, just a thin string running up between his cheeks!
He moved to the patio table, setting down his gym shorts, and then lifted one foot up onto one of the chairs. He bent over and began untying the laces of his sneaker. In this position, with his legs slightly parted, and the one foot up, the cheeks of his butt parted. I swear I could actually see his little hole, or at least most of it! The thin string running up to waist barely covered a fraction of the opening. His cheeks, tight and muscular, looked particularly “inviting”.
My mind flashed back to the movie last night, and all of the things people were doing with other people’s butt holes. I rmembered my session with the candle sliding in and out of my own little hole. I remembered the erotic sensations from my “accidental” enema.
Jeff finished removing his sneakers and socks, and turned, returning to the edge of the pool, and once again standing right above me while I faked sleeping. His hand moved back to his groin, and the fondling and squeezing started again. His penis was now so big and hard it appeared ready to burst right through the thin material of his “pouch”.
I was so wet! I was so turned on! I was so…something! I wasn’t even sure what! I just knew I wanted to do something…anything to make something more happen!
Didn’t have to…Jeff did it for me.
He dropped his hand from his groin and turned, moving toward the shallow end of the pool.
Without budging my head, I let my eyes follow until he was out of sight.
I waited breathlessly, wondering what was coming next.
With the radio playing right next to me, I didn’t hear him enter the pool, was unaware of him approaching me, until he reappeared in the corner of my eye. Keeping my head motionless, my eyes followed him as he moved past me and stood just on the far edge of the inner tube. His eyes were fixed on my lewdly open pussy, and I watched as his one hand disappeared down into the water. The tube was interfering with the view of what I really wanted to see, but I could see his upper arm moving. I knew inside that his hand was once again fondling his penis.
It was getting harder and harder to remain motionless, faking sleep, while I kept watching his arm movements. This “act” continued for a few more moments as my mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next, without giving myself away.
I saw him briefly lower his other hand into the water, and could tell from his movements that he was sliding his “pouch” down off his hips. Sure enough, a moment later his arm took on that identifiable motion, telling me he was now actually stroking his hard penis.
I watched in absolute silence as his mouth opened slightly, his chest started heaving, his arm movements became faster and faster, all the time his eyes glued to the display between my wide spread legs.
An idea hit me. Without moving a muscle other than my lips, I purred in a sulky voice, “Starting without me, are you?”
He froze momentarily, his eyes moving from my panties to my face, where my open eyes were still hidden behind the dark glasses. I raised my left hand and removed my sunglasses, placing them on the deck next to the pool, while extending my right hand slowly and deliberately across my midriff and into my panties. I extended my middle finger and bagan caressing up and down my slit. His eyes followed my hand downward, becoming fixed on what I was doing between my legs, and in seconds his arm motion started up again.
I watched him watching me for a moment or two. His eyes appeared to be bulging, and the speed of his arm movements increased.
I ran my other hand down inside my panties, and, using two fingers, lewdly spread my lips. His breathing was becoming faster, his arm flying. I looked right at him as I slowly inserted one, then two fingers all the way up inside of me. “Slow down,” I cooed sexily, “You got a head start. Let me at least get caught up.”
I started pumping my two fingers in and out. He was panting now, but his arm movements did slow down considerably.
The warm rushes started to roll through me as my fingers contined tormenting my suddenly soaking wet channel, and with a sudden thought, I moved my right foot and pressed it gently against his hard penis, and the hand covering it. He immediately removed his hand and I beagn a slow, teasing up and down movement with my foot.
“Or perhaps,” I murmured, “you’d rather that I helped you take care of this thing.” I pressed my foot firmly against his throbbing penis for added emphasis.
“Oh God yes!” he blurted, almost pleading.
I removed my foot and rolled off the tube, moving and standing right in front of him. I took both his hands in mine, and placed them on my breasts. I ran one hand down the front of him, gently cupping his balls, but not yet touching his hard on.
“Since my hand is going to be kind of busy,” I whispered naughtily, “I thought you might like something to do with yours.”
He began squeezing. “Not so hard,” I said. “You have to be gentle.” He immediately loosened his grip and began squeezing in a gentle rythm. “That’s better,” I purred. I began very gently squeezing his balls in the same rythm he was squeezing my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks, standing stright up.
“Take my bra off,” I breathed, still gently squeezing his balls. Since it has a clasp in the front, it took him only seconds. He slid it off my shoulders and set it on the deck by the edge of the pool, his hands immediately returning to my breasts. This time, he started pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Not so rough,” I had to say again, “You HAVE to be gentle!”
He lightened up at once and began pinching and gently twisting my nipples in a way that was very quickly becoming very pleasant, and very erotic.
I removed my hand from his balls and curled a light fist around his rock hard penis. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing in my grip.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered throatily. He just groaned.
I gave his penis a gentle squeeze.
He jerked and squirted!
Just like that, it was over.
I was momentarily stunned, unsure what to do next. So fast? Within seconds I had convinced myself that it was me, I had some magical power over guys. That feeling gave me quite a rush, and my self confidence grew by leaps and bounds.
I kept my hand loosely wrapped around his penis, which was starting to soften. I started squeezing in a slow gentle rythm, while trying to figure out what to do next. I wasn’t ready for this little encounter to be over with.
I continued my rythmic squeezing while I looked down into the water. I could see where he had squirted. It looked like three small pieces of white string, floating, drifting aimlessly in the water. With a sudden thought, I cupped my left hand and scooped in the water, catching a couple of them. Bringing my hand up between our faces I pouted, “I was kinda hoping you were saving this for me.”
He froze, not saying anything, but I thought I felt a slight twitch in his penis. I continued my gentle squeezing, thinking what to do next. I rmembered the way his eyes had been devouring me, and had an idea.
Still holding his penis, I led him a few feet further toward the deep end, stopping when the water level reached his chest. At this depth, it put the level od the deck right at his chin. I turned him toward the edge of the pool, and, releasing his penis, took both his hands and placed them up on the deck, leaving them separated by a good two and a half feet.
“Wait right here,” I whispered throatily, “I’ll be right back.”
I scurried to the steps in the corner of the shallow end, and hurried up out of the pool. I walked back towards him, stopping right in front. I slowly and deliberately hooked my fingers in my panties and pushed them down off my hips, letting them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and crouched down to pick them up, making sure to keep my knees well apart, my legs spread. I retrieved them and straightened. With my feet apart, I held the wet panties out over past his head., wringing them out and letting the excess water drip back into the pool. In this position, he was looking stright up into my pussy.
I turned and retreated a couple of steps, keeping my back to him. With my feet well apart, I bent over as far as I could, making a show of smoothing my panties and laying them out on the deck. I stalled in this position for a moment or two, making a show of fidgeting with them and making sure they were lying out flat in the sun. I knew from his position at the edge of the pool that this “pose” would offer him a perfect view of my lips, my slit, and even my little back hole. I fiddled with my panties for another moment or two, and then strightened up, turning and approaching him.
I reached the very edge of the pool and stopped, then squatted, and sat, right in front of him. I brought my knees up high and placed my feet on the edge of the deck, spreading them apart as far as I could so they were almost touching his outstretched hands.
This position was perfect. His face was at the exact level of my wide open pussy, his eyes but a mere foot from my lips. Without saying a word, I brought my right hand down between my legs, extending my middle finger. I began slowly teasing up and down the length of my slit. I still said nothing but continued gently stroking my lips.
His eyes were glued to my naughty display, and I thought they were going to pop out of his head when I pushed a finger up a little bit inside of me. I continued this lewd display for another minute or two, and then feigned a gasp as I pushed my finger all the way up inside of me. I held it there for a minute, wiggling the tip back and forth, caressing the inner walls of my channel.
His mouth was slightly open now, and I could sense his breathing becoming heavier.
Feeling daring, I pulled my finger out of my hole and joined it together with my index finger. Watching his eyes watching me, I slowly and deliberately inserted both fingers back between my lips, then made a show of slowly pushing them both all the way up inside me, groaning as I did.
I alternated between sliding my fingers in and out of me, and holding them all the way in, just wiggling the tips around and around. My pussy was quickly getting wetter and wetter as his eyes became glazed, staring hungrily at my wanton display. I continued this “show” for a minute or two, and then, convinced my fingers were now thoroughly soaked with my juices, withdrew them from my sopping hole.
I held them up under his nose and asked in my most innocent little girl voice, “Do you think I smell sexy?”
He didn’t move, didn’t say a word, but began rapidly and deeply breathing in my scent. Feeling bold, I pushed the tips of my fingers against his lips until they parted a bit. I slid them into his mouth and asked demurely, “Do I taste OK too?”
I could feel his tongue moving all over and around on my fingers. From this angle, I couldn’t see his penis down under the water, but fervently hoped it was getting hard again.
With a sudden inspiration, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth, him making a sucking sound as I pulled them away. I reinserted them into my now drenched pussy, pushing all the way in and again wiggling the tips around my inner channel.
He hadn’t moved one inch since I had “positioned” him for my “show”. Both his hands were still placed on the very edge of the deck.
I reached my left hand out and grasped his right wrist. I put his hand down in the water and then pushed downward on his arm. Wickedly, I purred, “I think you can find something more fun to do with that hand,” hoping he would get the hint.
Sure enough. Even though I still couldn’t see his penis down in the water, in a matter of seconds I could see his upper arm start moving back and forth.
I withdrew my fingers from my hole, dripping wet, and offered them again to his nose and now eagerly awaiting mouth.
When he was finished, I withdrew my fingers and reached down, grasping his left hand. I curled it into a loose fist, then extended his index and middle fingers.
“Now,” I whispered hoarsely, “Let’s find something fun to do with this hand…”
I looked him in the eyes as I brought my left hand down between my legs, using my fingertips to spread my lips wide. His gaze immediately went between my legs, and I slowly guided his hand until his outstretched fingers were just grazing the entrance to my wet hole.
I gave his hand a slight tug and felt his fingers start to enter me. “Now,” I hissed, “in and out.”
He immediately jammed his fingers all the way up inside of me. I quickly grabbed his wrist and admonished again, “Jeff, if you’re going to touch me you have GOT to be gentle!”
He looked somewhat sheepish as I released his wrist, but he started a very nice, slow, steady in and out rythm. I continued to hold my lips open as his eyes were glued to the sight of his fingers moving in and out my now very wet, now very hot, channel.
The rythm of his fingers moving in and out of me remained steady, but I could see the movements of his arm down in the water start to quicken. I didn’t want this to end like this, not again, and besides, I still couldn’t see what I really wanted to see.
With sudden inspiration, I grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers from my wet hole. Looking him in the eyes, I brought his hand up to my face, then passed his fingers under my nose, inhaling deeply.
I parted my lips slightly and stuck my tongue out. Slowly and seductively, I made a show of licking my juices from his fingers. When finished, I pushed his fingers into my mouth and began sucking gently.
“Mmmmm…” I purred, “I hope you like the way my honey tastes as much as I do.”
He just stood there, dumbfounded. But the movements of his arm quickened even more. I needed to something now, before it was too late…again…
I reached my arm down into the water and grasped his wrist. “Easy,” I cooed, “You’re supposed to be saving that for me, remember?”
He grinned sheepishly, but his arm movements slowed, and I decided it was time to move this further along. I slid off the edge and into the water, replacing his hand with my own. I led him, holding his penis, to the steps in the shallow end. Although I still couldn’t really see it, I could tell from the feel that it was again big and hard.
I led him up the steps and out of the water, starting over toward one of the patio tables under the overhang. He kept glancing around nervously.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “there’s no one around to see us.”
I led him to the table, and turned him to face me. I let go of his penis, and grasped both of his hands, placing them on the table behind him. I brought my hands to his chest and began lightly caressing his nipples. (My brother Ricky just loves it when I do that to him, so I figured, why not?
His nipples, although remaining small, immediately hardened. I moved one hand back below his waist and gripped his penis in a loose fist. I began a slow, deliberate stroking motion. Standing up on my toes, I whispered in his ear, “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”
His only response was a low groan.
I continued stroking him, breathing heavily in his ear. On sudden impulse, I stuck out my tongue and began lightly running it around the inside of his ear. I kept the rythm of stroking his rock hard penis, while panting in his ear, my tongue dancing lightly. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered huskily. His only response was the quick twitch of his penis.
I removed my hand from his nipple, and reaching over, grabbed one of the patio chairs, pulling it around so it was directly in front of him. Without missing a stroke, I sat down and settled myself.
This was perfect!
Sitting directly in front of him, his hard penis was right in front of my face. Inches away from my eyes…I could see everything. Inches away from my nose…I thought I could detect his manly scent. Inches away from my mouth……….
Half of me really wanted to just part my lips and take him inside my mouth. I debated and debated while I continued stroking him. I could see a small drop of fluid at the end of his tiny pee hole. I wondered what it tasted like. I thought back to the movie I had watched, with the guy’s penises in the girl’s mouths. I thought of the scene where you could actually see a guy’s penis squirting into a girl’s waiting, open mouth, and her swallowing greedily, or the scene where the guy had squirted all over the girl’s face, her then wiping it up with her fingertips and then sticking them in her mouth, sucking them clean.
I was tempted…so tempted. I continued stroking him while this debate raged inside my head. I finally decided not this time. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I wanted to experience each one of these new erotic experiences one at a time.
I stared directly at his throbbing penis as his hips began gently rocking. I reached my other hand down and gently cupped his balls. I extended my middle finger and started teasing around his little back hole, finally making direct contact.
He gasped.
I looked up at his face as I continued my stroking rythm. His head was tilted back. His mouth was open…his eyes closed. I returned my gaze to his throbbing penis.
I pressed my fingertip against his anus more firmly, then tried pushing a bit. It didn’t budge. I pushed a little harder. Nothing.
I remembered my own private pleasure party with the movie, and the candle in my own little back hole, and had a sudden flash.
I removed my fingertip from his anus and my palm from his balls and dropped my hand between my legs. I pushed my middle finger all the way up inside of me and wiggled it around, thoroughly wetting it with my juices.
I removed my finger from my dripping pussy, and returning my hand to cup his balls, pressed the tip of of my wet middle finger against his tight opening. When I pushed this time, my finger, wet from my own juices, actually parted his tiny hole and went in a little bit.
He gasped again.
I left my finger with just the tip a little bit inside of him, and began wiggling it, then twisting it back and forth. His breathing became raspy, his chest heaving. His penis was throbbing, demanding, as his hips began rocking steadily.
I squeezed a bit harder on his penis, and increased the tempo of my stroking. He was hard as a rock. My stare returned to his penis, and the head looked like it was ready to explode. Big and bright red, it looked…it looked…it looked…well…delicious.
I told myself no again, and increased the rythm of my strokes, continuing to wiggle just the tip of my finger in his tight hole.
He was openly panting now, chest heaving, hips rocking.
His balls, so soft and fragile cupped loosely in the palm of my hand, were in stark contrast to the rigid throbbing penis inches in front of my eyes.
I increased both the pressure of my fist and the tempo of my stroking. Looking directly at his penis, it almost seemed to be talking to me…asking me…pleading with me…begging me. There was now a thin string of fluid dangling out of his tiny pee hole. One more time, I sped up the pace of my stroking.
My left hand, cupping his balls, actually knew when he was coming first. His balls tightened and contracted. His body started to jerk, his penis twitching and throbbing.
I knew it was time.
I stroked faster, and shoved my finger all the way up inside his tiny back hole, wiggling it furiously.
He grunted, mouth wide open.
His body jerked, then went rigidly still. I stared intently at his tiny pee hole as he squirted once…twice…a third time.
My chest was covered with his juices.
I continued stroking gently, slowly, as his penis rapidly softened. His breathing returned to normal, he lifted his head, and opened his eyes. I released his penis and brought both my hands to my chest, running my fingertips through the thick cream collecting between my breasts.
I was really, really turned on now, and hadn’t come yet, and was thinking about what to do next.
I thought about raising my fingertips to my mouth, and again had to tell myself no.
I massaged his cream into the sides of my breasts, still gazing into his eyes. His eyes were alternating between my fingers and my eyes. Neither of us spoke a word. I’m not sure either of us had any idea what to say.
I returned my fingertips to the middle of my chest, gathering more of his liquid. This time I started to massage it directly onto my nipples, which immediately became hard.
His eyes were glued to my fingertips.
We sat like this for a good minute or two, neither moving, neither speaking.
Our revelry was broken (again) by the sound of his parent’s car pulling into their driveway. He quickly straightened, retrieving and putting on his “pouch” and his shorts. He scrambled into his socks, and his sneakers, and then stood facing me.
This was really wierd.
Neither of us spoke…just looking at each other…not knowing what to say.
He finally stammered…”I think I gotta go…”
“Yeah you do,” I mumbled back…frustrated…again…
As he turned to leave, I grabbed his arm, spinning him back to face me.
“So tell me,” I purred, “Maybe another encore…?”

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Fiction

The Life and Times of an Expatriate, Chap. 6-7

This is a story of a widower rediscovering young love overseas. It is not pure, graphic sex continuously. Some chapters do not even contain any sexual matter. But it does build to a strong finish that should satisfy the reader. This is my first written story of this type, so constructive feedback is appreciated.

Fantasy

Harries Ladies Rivised

Harry’s Ladies Part 1 Revised
Fifteen year old Harry Potter sat in Buckbeak’s room feeding/grooming his godfathers winged friend while Remus and himself was getting sloshed a few floors down. It was two nights to his hearing at the ministry at the boy was getting nervous. “Hey Harry” spoke His best friend’s sister who had been watching him for a few minutes while he groomed “beaky” as Hagrid called him.
“Hi Gin” said the green eyed young man, “What brings you up here?” He asked the red head.” I just wanted to tell you night but you looked so peaceful I did not want to interrupt you. Ginny bowed to Buckbeak who bowed back. Harry looked Ginny in her nightwear up and down noticing her breast growth and the womanly curves forming; he swallowed and adjusted his paints when she was not looking.
Ginny smirked when she saw Harry adjust himself when he thought she was not looking and decided to give his something to masturbate to. She turned and walked away acting like she was going to the couch in the room but she deliberately tripped herself Harry seeing this saw up her nightgown and got the first sight of her beautiful pussy and a glimpse of her large b cup breasts he instantly became hard and not the kind he could hide by adjusting himself. Ginny looked back to see Harry and her eyes were drawn to him very large bulge in his baggy clothes.
Ginny felt herself get wet and her hand absentmindedly went to her cunt and started stroking it. Harry seen this and felt himself become even harder. He watched until he could not take it anymore. He strode up to the masturbating girl picked her up and kissed her soundly on the lips. Her teen moaned into his kissed and quickly got into it. Harry forced his tongue into her mouth. He reached around and cupped her arse and squeezed it tightly. Ginny just could not believe that she was finally kissing the man of her dreams.
She about came when his magical hands found her arse and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hand into her pussy harder until Harry grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face he sniffed her sent and found him-self enchanted by it. Harry sucked her fingers one by one until they were all cleaned of her juices. Harry felt Ginny grab his shirt and pull it over his head. She kissed her way down to his crotch and ran his hand over his bulge.
Harry by now was frightened it had went farther than he had originally planned but a force was compelling his to pounce on Ginny and ride her raw. He just keeps himself from doing just that. Ginny by now had his eight inch cock out licking on his head. The teen too had aspirations as to why it had gone too far but it felt so right.
Harry about came when Ginny finally took him into her mouth but just managed to keep himself from doing just that. Ginny bobbed her head for about four minutes and Harry erupted into her mouth. As soon as his semen hit her tongue the witch felt her magical core’s binding break and her core expand fivefold. The young witch looked at Harry shocked and she swallowed his cum.
“Harry have you ever had an orgasm before just now?” The petite redhead asked him. Harry looked embarrassed but shook his head but that quickly changed as his new lover ripped her nightgown off she straddled him possessed his cock head inside her vagina she looked into his eye and dropped.
Harry was tiring to stop her but it just felt so right and when he felt her hymn tear he held her close, even though his instincts . When Ginny finally started moving he thrust the rest of his dick into her, she squeaked wrapped her arms around her and started ridding. Harry had his hands on her arse moaning “oh Gin” over and over. Ginny was much more vocal writhing, shrieking, and yelling her pleasure for all to here, (Thank God Sirius silenced this room thought Harry as his orgasm approached.
Ginny who was biting Harry’s neck and clawing his back at this point unashamedly screaming Harry’s name at this point finally fell over the edge. Harry felt her walls clamp down on his manhood let go flooding her womb with its potent seed. Unbeknownst to the two of them a powerful magical pulse radiated outward in all directions destroying to ministry’s underage tracking device and was felt as far away of Ireland. Two half drunk men downstairs were knocked out of their seats. Dumbledore was work from a dream where he lived in a land of lemon drops and woolen socks; he was shocked to see his magical instruments shattered when he exited his bedroom. Bellatrix LeStrange smiled to herself when she felt her mind come into its own free of that pesky contract the insane witch laughed and was able to finally call on her animagus form and fly out of the window.
Tom Riddle felt the pulse and a shiver ran down his spine when he recognized half the magic. Sirius and Remus got up and ran upstairs to the epicenter of the pulse. Albus dressed then strode to her fireplace he grabbed the floo powder. Just as he was about to step in McGonagall came flying into his room. She said nothing as he took in her younger appearance he had de-aged at least fifty years. “Minerva what happened”? Whatever do you mean Albus said his lifelong friend and student. He pointed to the mirror and fainted dead. Albus sighed then asked Fawkes to take her to the infirmary.
“Gin I am so sor” harry began to voice but the witch grabbed his lips between her finger and thumb. Harry Potter don’t you dare try to blame yourself… I felt the urge to continue too, “Well since this has happened I guess it’s safe to ask you if you would do me a great honor and be my girlfriend”. Ginny smiled and kissed her boyfriend. That’s when Sirius,
Remus and Albus all came crashing thru the door.
Several things went through the adult’s minds, Albus’s signature twinkle was going full blast, Remus was just shocked, and Sirius was thinking (losing his virginity at fifteen, just like me and James that’s my boy Harry).
Harry quickly covered Ginny and himself with a blanket from the back of the couch. “We were ah” started Ginny but was cut off by her headmaster. Harry you and Miss Weasley get dressed and met us in the dining room. Harry nodded with his head down knowing he was in trouble.
Harry and Ginny walked into the dining room Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, Sirius and Remus at his right and left. Remus and Albus had disappointed looks on their while Sirius was bemused. “Sit down the two of you” Remus intoned. We would like to address the severity of the actions the two of you took. You both know from the talk with Madame Pomfrey about sex and pregnancy and its ramifications, its dangers and pleasures. What the three of us want you to explain your selves’ right now.
Harry started with telling the headmaster about how he and Ginny kissed but Ginny took over. “We both were not going to do more than kiss honest Professor but it just felt so right it was like neither of us could stop and I know I was urged on by something to complete what was started with a kiss. Albus looked shocked, he stood and paced a few times, on his fourth time he stopped and called out “Jiggs” a House-elf popped in and asked “What can Jiggs be doing for Headmaster” “Bring me book seventeen fifty-two a from my private library please”.
The Elf nodded the popped away only to pop back in several seconds later to hand the headmaster a book that looked fairly new. Albus flipped a few pages the read for several minutes until Remus got fed up with waiting and asked “are you going to tell us what you think or are you going to just sit there and read?” The aged headmaster looked up and smiled saying “ I got this book about fourteen years ago as a gift from Lily and James the last Birthday gift they ever gave me it’s a detailed history of the Potter family, from its origins to its myths and legends” intoned Dumbledore.
The particular story that Harry’s situation pertains to is that of Maxims Potter and Alexander Longbottem in the year 630 A.D. ,the two of them were traveling along the coast after leaving Canterbury. They chanced upon a group of ten slavers, who were trying to force themselves on their “merchandise”. Enraged Alexander (whose wife had been killed by slavers) attacked the group despite the disadvantage. The duo while the two of them had never been formally schooled the two were magically powerful they Easley defeated the two wizards in the group and dismantled to others with swords.
When checking on the victims they discovered two of the two captives they that seen the men tiring to force themselves on were a Veela and a Woodland Elf and they were not just any two the two were Princesses Serene of the Veela and Emalia of the royal woodland elf’s. Alexander and Maxims knew that the nations had meeting to form peace between their races and the disappearance would result in failure and then all out war.
They quickly gave the Females their steeds and set about checking on the other captives. An hour later Alex had erected a camp and Max had successfully hunted a stag down, gather some wild eatables and they had stew over cooking over one fires and the rest of the meat roasting over another. Among the captive were two women named Shellena Ravenclaw and Gladus Hufflepuff pregnant wives of two lords. A few hours more and Envoy came requesting the two of them to come and meet the elders.
When the two of them met with the elders they were asked what reward they wanted. The two of them turned down offers of gold silver and jewels, when offered a Veela or Elvin bride they both rejected the offer. In a conundrum the elders met in a room and talked for a half an hour and returned. They offered them to do a ritual that would not let their family lines die out. Reluctantly they agreed. Runes were painted and cut into their bodies and they were set in a circle while the elders were standing around chanting. Alexander was shocked when the Veela princess straddled him impaling herself on his manhood. Maxims was likewise shocked when the elfin princess straddled him and dropped on his manhood. Several hours later and several rounds of sex the Duo left behind several satisfied pregnant wemen.
It wasn’t until Maxims’ death that the gift presented its self. Septamus Potter who was yet to be looking for a bride kiss a woman by the name of Cassandra Black and the gift was activated, Magic married them and them and the consummated their marriage right in fount of the bride family. Over the next several months Septamus and Cassandra traveled to find her sister wives and found three more. It was also discovered by Irgot the terrible that a pregnant Potter women could not be killed even if her husband still lived. But it did not stop him from raping her. Several hours into her capture Charlemagne Potter his other six wives and Fastion Longbottem broke into his fortress killed most of his followers rescued his bride and razed the castle after stripping it of all valuables. Charlemagne and Fastion them out later that they could not only draw magical power from their wives but read their minds too.
A nameless dark lord found out in 1822 that if there is only one Potter left alive he would be immune to death until his heir was born. He did not get to test the theory because Ernie Longbottem shattered this wards and killed the would be dark lord only a fortnight into his reign and took little Samson Potter away razing the manor as he left.
Albus put the book down and Harry looked at Ginny shocked and grabbed her stomach looking pale. Harry too looked pale but was holding on to Ginny’s other hand. “Harry we are going to be parents”. Muttered Ginny, OH MUM’S GOING TO KILL ME the teen shrieked. Dumbledore pulled his wand and cast a cheering charm on the distraught teen. Ginny stopped her hysterics at once and had a goofy grin on her face. Now Miss Weasley or should I say Mrs. Potter, Ginny got a even goofier look. “I will explain to your mother and father about the circumstance, just be glad you two shared your first kiss privately and did not end up like Edmund potter and share his kiss at the Ministry’s annual ball.
Harry and Sirius gave a chuckle. “But Professor how will I know who magic choose to be the other wives “asked Harry. Well young Harry there is a spell it requires a drop of blood and a few spells on your part, and since you’re now married you have no restrictions, Harry nodded and got to work an hour latter Harry dropped the list in shock. Thirteen he mumbled. Ginny grabbed the list and read
Ginavera Weasley…….Married and pregnant
Susan Bones
Daphne Greengrass
Hermione Granger
Kimberly Daniels
Bellatrix Black
Nymphdora Tonks
Lisa Turpin
Minerva McGonagall
Gabrielle Delacour
Padma Patail
Pavarti Patail
Katie Bell
Ginny was shocked at the names on the list most were severally strong or smart witches and Bellatrix Black? Did it mean LeStrange? Her musings were cut short by an owl and her parents arriving at the same time. “Author, Molly I need to speak to the both of you in the study” Said Dumbledore when he saw Molly about to go off on a rant for Ginny and Harry being up so late. Harry relived the owl of his burden and noticed the seal was that of Gringotts. He opened the letter and read.
Dear Lord Potter
We at Gringotts would like to congratulate you on your marriage to Mrs. Ginavera. We have took the liberty and set aside the amount previously agreed on of the bride price 10,000 galleons and are prepared to move it to the Weasley vault but need you to come and approve of the transfer’s . We have also been noticing some discrepancies in your account and have just finished the investigation. We require your presence to deal with this issue. We have the appointment set for 10:30am tomorrow see you then young Lord.
Sincerely
Account Manager Bladesinger
Harry passed the letter to Remus who read it and nodded. Ginny grabbed his hand when her mother came back into the room. The witch looked pale and had tears in her eyes. She hugged her daughter then Harry saying I still expect a real wedding you two. Harry smiled and nodded to his mother in law. Tired and knowing they had to be up early Harry grabbed Ginny’s hand and pulled her up stairs to an empty bedroom and both fell into a deep sleep.
Harry awoke to Ginny bobbing her head down his length he smiled at her then ran his fingers thru her hair. He groaned when she started humming and wrapping her tongue around his cock he pushed on the back of her head trying to get more into her mouth when Tonks but into the door looking for a place to sleep. The startled witch stood shock still then closed the door removing her clothes the young metamorph stood over them fingering herself. Ginny pulled his cock out with a pop and stroked it. Tonks straddled Harry and dropped her hips and engulfed his cock with her hungry cunt. She rode Harry like a stallion while Ginny teased her nipples from behind. It was not long before Harry and Tonks were both screaming in ecstasy. Harry pulled Tonks close and kissed her on the lips and just as the night before a pulse of magic exited the two but this one was less powerful.
When Harry was over his orgasm he felt different like he had just and something returned to him that he had sorely missed. Harry groaned when Tonks walls stiffened him back to full mast. The older witch hopped down and Ginny took her place. Tonks straddled Harry’s head and smashed her pussy on his face. Taking a hint Harry stuck his tongue as far in as it would go. Tonks eye went wide as she felt his tongue reach father than any had before him and she rode it to completion. Ginny had switched positions and was ridding Harry reverse cowgirl Harry grabbed her hips and helped the young witch bounce. When Tonks finally removed herself Harry changed positions. He put Ginny into the doggie style position and thrust deep into his lover. With each thrust Ginny squealed until she young witch finally went overboard pulling Harry with her. Tonks stood shock still about to have a panic attack. The witch would not calm down until Harry explained the circumstances behind the copulation. The witch was grateful to me married to a kind considerate lover and took it in stride.
After bathing Tonks went to sleep on the bed and Ginny and Harry showered together the descended to the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s wonderful cooking. Harry loaded his plate full and dug in while holding Ginny’s Hand Fred and George rushed into the room and hugged the both yelling congratulations mum’s just told us. Yea ickle Gin Gin has finally found a way to snag the man of her dreams. Ginny stood and pointed her wand and yelled Bates muco , several large flying bats burst out of her brothers noses and started flapping around. The only thing that save them from having their nasal cavities from bursting was they had two shield gloves on they were trying to test out.
Harry cast the counter curse and told them just how lucky they were. The pale twins took off to their room to change their under draws Ron came down at a sedate pace the sat down. He sighed and said just don’t hurt them mate he said talking about Gin and Hermione. Harry nodded the returned to his bangers and eggs. After a second plate Harry and Ginny both went and dressed for the trip to the ally.
Harry dressed in his best which was his Hogwarts shirt and slacks. He met Ginny on the stairs she too was dressed in her best summer dress which was made by her mother last year. Harry met Remus, Kingsley, and Mad-eye in the kitchen then flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry and Co were making their way down the alley when they met Neville coming out of the Dirty Herboligest Harry greeted his friend and seeing he had a few minutes stopped to chat. Agreeing to meet up on the train the two separated.
Harry waited in line for a free teller when he arrived to be helped he recognized the goblin. “Hello Griphook how are you today? Harry intoned. The goblin looked stunned that he was addressed by name. “Hello Lord Potter may your gold always flow” remembering the traditional response replied “And may your enemies fell only pain and steel”. The goblin looked shocked. Then said “You are here for your meeting with Bladesinger are you not?” Harry nodded. “Rippaxe and his warriors will escort you their its embarrassing to say but our halls are not safe right now, or at least until the purge is complete. Harry did not know what to say to this but nodded his thanks.
Harry, Ginny and his guard were escorted thru the halls by eight burly Goblins in full battle dress. This made Harry a little nervous but they arrived in due time to the meeting. The Goblin nearest to the door knocked and they were called in. Harry entered a medium sized conference room were two goblins were sitting. “Greetings honorable account manager Bladesinger may your gold always increase and your enemies fell your wrath” Harry spoke remembering the traditional greeting. He almost laughed thinking Binns was good for something. The head goblin chuckled the replied “Thank you for the greeting but I am not Bladesinger he is” said the older goblin pointing to the Goblin to his left. “I am Ragnuk Lord of Gringotts and head of the goblin nation of Briton. Harry bowed then said” My apologies my lord for the mistaken identity”. The Goblin nodded then said sit down Lord Potter we have much to discuss.
Harry sat down across form Bladesinger and Ginny beside him the others sped out over the table and room. “Ok Lord Potter when your vault was randomly selected for a full accounting Account manager immediately noticed something was off. When your parents were killed the total potter assets were counted in the hundreds of millions of galleons. The total was 596,891,935 galleons 20,258,249 Sickles and 239,947,784 knuts”. “Manager Bladesinger’s job is to randomly select an account then check them over”.
After a full accounting Bladesinger came to a shocking conclusion your vault had only five million galleons left! We instantly took the account from your previous manager Slipknife and tracked the money down. We found that the money went to several thins and people. Lucius Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge, Antony Parkinson, Deloris Umbridge, Doulas Goyal and Septum Crabbe, and last but not least Slipknife.
“You have had only used about 16200 Galleons and sixteen sickles for tuition and school supplies’ and that was out of your trust vault which was only accessible by your key, so it does not count to your family vaults total”. “We have tracked down every knut taken from you and it will be returned with double interest then their vaults will sealed off to count them to see if they are swindling any more money from anywhere”. “Just sign here with this quill, beware it will sting as it is a blood quill and it it’s illegal to use outside contract singing”. Harry enraged quickly read though the papers and signed. He grimaced when he felt the letter of his name cut into the back of his skin.
“Now onto Slipknife, He has been executed along with his family except this babe and daughter. The child will be placed with a proper family”. His daughter on the other hand is a different matter. She will either be sold as a slave or she can marry you and swear on her life she will not try to harm you or any of your friends or family. Ginny thought it was a good idea to keep the Goblin because she had read that they were excellent felid medics and that the females were rather fiercely protective of their family.
Ginny passed to knowledge over the bond as did a sleepy Tonks who had just woken up. I will take the female as a wife; no sentient being should be slaves. Ragnuk smiled then nodded he clapped his hands and a tall almost human looking female goblin entered the room. She was just shorter than Harry at 5’9”. Figa as she was named knelt before Harry and spoke in rapped Gobbledygook and a golden aura surrounded them and she stood up. Shed look human if not for the golden tan and pointed ears.
“Lord Potter we have a complete list of charges compounded in this file and can send it off to the DMLE at a mounts notice but it will probably be file 13ed in a few moments so we ask you to pass it off to your other wife, a Mrs. Nymphadora I believe. Harry nodded taking the file. Now we have to Galleon transfer authorization here just sign here and here. “Up the amount to seventy five instead of ten for both Ginny and Nym, shocked the Goblins nodded and changed the amount. Harry signed the paper; just as he was done a knock came from the door. Two goblins entered with smug smiles carrying stacks of files.
Bladesinger and Ragnuk read over the files and started laughing, tears rolling down their faces. The two of them finally composed themselves after a few minutes explained what was so funny. “It seems that the bubbling fool fudge paid of the entire Tri-wizard tournament with Lord Potter’s money. Also all but two can’t pay back the full amounts owed so their seats on the wizengmont will be turned over to you, even their properties will be taken and sold. The goblins started laughing again and Harry joined. In one day he had taken out most of the Death Eaters fanatical support.
“Ok Lord Potter here is the Potter’s headship ring and the other for Mrs. Ginavera Harry and Ginny slid on their respective rings and felt magical serge. Harry’s scar burst and black mist poured out but not before all the memories that Tom Riddle had up to the day he gave Harry the scar was “downloaded” into his mind, in a desperate attempt to shield him-self from the memories Harry constructed a wall around them and the pain finally stopped.
The goblins looked shocked the started talking in Gobbledygook again until they issued commands to search every suspected and convicted Death Eaters vault. The Goblins nodded then they took off. “Ok now that that over, your scar was a abomination of nature apparently Voldemort made a Horacrux”. When Harry looked lost the goblin explained. “When a being kills in cold blood remorselessly its soul is split. Then the being, through rituals, can remove its soul half and place it into a object. The being then cannot die as long as the other half of his soul is still earthbound the being is still alive. That’s how he survived.
Ginny went pale, “Harry the diary” she mumbled. Harry went still. Then well it seems that he made more than two. The goblins looked astounded then asked him to explain. Harry gave them the back-story on the chamber of secrets. He told them of the Basilisk and how he killed it when he reached the part of the diary the goblins were entrapped with the youth. They just could not believe that harry has killed a sixty foot basilisk until harry showed them the scar and swore a magical oath.
“Lord Potter what happened to the carcass of the beast?” Asked Bladesinger, it’s still in the chamber rotting said Harry. The goblins laughed then said “a highly magical creacher like that would not be rotting yet, it would still be prime for harvesting”. Oh said Harry. So does the snake have any uses? Does it you damn right it dose the hide can be made into the finest armor and its bones make wonderful swords and knives, the meat is a delicacy and the venom can be made into a cure al for poisons and I mean cure all. Its blood can be used to make the best bloodstones for warding , its organs can be used for food and rituals. If the beast is half as big as you say it could be easily worth a hundred million galleons.
Harry was shocked to the estimate, but asked “when do you think we should harvest the beast”? Right away, the fresher the better so I will have a team assembled immediately. Harry nodded and asked “what will the cost of the harvesting and time is”? Ragnuk chuckled then said five percent of the value and an additional ten for the processing and sale. Harry nodded and said take an extra five percent and we have an accord. Ragnuk was stunned but nodded his head then said the team will be ready in about three hours. I will meet them at the gets of Hogwarts; I have some shopping to do.
After visiting the Potter family vault Harry and Ginny left Gringotts with two sacks full of money, several bank drafts, and a debt card for muggle purchases, Harry strode to Madame Malkins to finally buy him-self a new wardrobe. Entering Harry made a bee line for an assistant seeing the Madame was busy with a costumer.
“Hello welcome to Madame Malkins what can I do you for?” “Yes I need a complete wardrobe five heavy winter cloaks in black, red, blue and green in your finest material, and a plain white one. I also need dress slacks again in your finest material. I also need new dress robes eight sets of regular everyday robes various colors, and light cloaks. Also several pairs of woolen boot socks and three new wizard hats the Potter family crest should be set in the traditional place”. “and a pair of black business robes”. The assistant went wide eyed at the amount of items thinking about her new bonus she would be getting.
“Now I need my wonderful Ginavera to pick out her new wardrobe also I forgot to mention I want warming charms self fitting, anti rip and expansion charms placed on them too”. Harry smirked when the young woman fainted. Remus woke her with a enervate the woman quickly took her order and Harry made a reluctant Remus pick out a few robes for him-self saying “Your spending your time guarding me so I am paying you ten galleons an hour when you’re on duty and you can’t say on I will hex you otherwise”. “Oh I forgot again I need Wizengamont robes to with the Potter crest in the left chest pocket”.
By this time the assistant was swooning with joy. This very large order would secure her not only a hefty paycheck but the promotion to EA of the shop. Harry about laughed as the teen sauntered off to Madame Malkin with a smile on his face. Harry made his way over to an odds and ends store to browse and was amazed to find a pensive, an Auror grade foe-glass, and two regular invisibility cloaks. Harry left several thousand galleons poorer but happy with what he had bought.
Ginny was having a blast watching harry spread the wealth he tipped Tom a galleon when he paid for their lunch. Noticing they still had a little under two hours to be at Hogwarts Harry made his way to Ollivanders. When reaching the shop Ginny looked at him with the wtf look. “I seem to recall that your wand was once your Grand mums”. When Ginny heard this she gave Harry a long snog then rushed into the store.
After about thirty wands Ginny finally found her perfect match Ebony and unicorn tail hair 13 1/3 inches rigid quite useful for defensive magic and charms. Harry had also bought two polishing kit’s and the highest grade wand holster’s they had.” Mr. Ollivander I was wondering where I could get dragon hide armor in the ally”? Asked Harry, the old man looked at the young man then said “well there are two”. Averters that are up on Black Street but his stuff is just for show if you want real protection you need the Xavier’s Tannery in Knokturn alley”. “Xavier Greengrass is a master armor maker he even weaves enchantments into the hide. It is just inside the alley two stores down to the left”. Harry thanked the man then they rushed off to Xavier’s tannery.
From experience Harry knew that Knockturn alley was a little dangerous. They all walked down the street with their wands drawn. Harry noticed their destination was nestled between a wand crafters store and aexotic pet store. Harry and co entered the store ringing the bell that hangs over the door. “Hello Potter, Weasley” said a voice behind the counter. Harry looked to find Daphne Greengrass behind the counter sitting on a stool reading from her transfiguration book.
Harry strode up to the counter then said “Hello to you too Miss. Greengrass how is your day”? The young girl noticed the ring on his finger and said “very well Lord Potter, let me fetch my father for you”. Harry smirked at the witch as she disappeared to the back of the shop hips waving back and forth a little more than she usually did. She returned with a tall man whose eye she shared.
“Greetings Lord Potter, what can I do you for” Well i would like to know if you could make some basilisk hide into about fifteen suits of armor. Harry knew that it would bite into his profits but did not care. The man looked shocked the said there is not enough hide available in the world for that much. Harry smirked then said “I am sure you have heard about the chamber of secrets being opened a few years ago” the man nodded. “Well the monster within was Slytherin’s Basilisk”. Xavier looked shock then stuttered “th-the thing w-w-woul-would have been over sixty feet long”. Harry nodded then the man let out a booming laugh saying using Slytherin’s monsters hide to protect your own from the man heir brilliant”. The man and harry talked price they were took into a room for fitting Daphne did the measuring. When it came Harry’s turn the witch jumped him giving his along wet snog.
It progressed from their and soon Harry was munching on her twat making the witch writhe in pleasure. Daphne grabbed his hair the forced it back and forth over her cunny. Harry had a idea and he started his hissing in parselmouth and the witch came unglued squirting all over his face. Harry stood up and positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust in to the hilt. Daphne bit his shoulder so hard it drew blood. Harry waited until she finally removed her teat and nodded her head. He thrush in again and she groaned, but by the fifth stroke she was thrusting back screaming at the top of her lungs “FUCK ME HARDER” “SLAM MY CUNT” “HARDER HARDER HAREDER” Harry keep thrusting away but he felt his orgasm approaching so he thrust a finger into Daphne arse and it sent the witch over the edge. She screamed bloody murder and her cunt muscles milked his sack dry.
Leaving the room after the measurements were done he noticed the look on the others face. Xavier Greengrass stepped forward and said “silencing charms were made for a reason kids” They both blushed. Also I expect you to be coming over for dinner in two days the floo address is Rowan hill. Harry nodded kissed his new wife then left saying “I will bring the address of my home for a few weeks over then to show you, and if you ever need a safe place go their”. Xavier went wide eyed and nodded.
As they were leaving Daphne caught up to them saying that she was coming with them to see Slytherin’s fabled chamber. Harry cheeked his watch and they still over forty-five minutes left before the meet. He entered the wand crafters and was greeted by a man that looked the twin of Ollivander. Sigmund Ollivander was shocked to see Harry Potter in his store he knew from his brother that his wand shared a core with Tom Riddles. The man then decided to craft his wand extra specially to finally get rid of the old coot’s mistake. “Ok Lord Potter let’s make you a wand that is worthy to take down that menace once and for all. He had Harry pick out woods that felt right to him.
Harry ran his hand over several blocks but none felt right he moved to the next row and instantly felt a pull from two blocks of wood. One was apparently elder wood and the other the last piece of Yaggdrisl left in the world. He then had Harry pick out a solid core liquid core and a gem stone. He ended up with an wand of Elder wood with a tail heir of deaths steed twined with unicorn hair a liquid core of basilisk venom, with a stone of diamond, a true deathstick. His other wand had Griffin feather with demguise hair and dementor cloak thread twined around it a melted scale of a Egyptian black dragon of the liquid core, the stone was a blood red diamond a wand for defending and warding.After Ginny and Daphne got their wands picked out they had fifteen minutes to make it to the school. Harry paid fifteen thousand galleons ½ the total price up front and learned that the wand would be completed within a week they made their way to the nearest portkey point.
They arrived with eight minutes to spare and Dumbledore was already waiting for them. Hagrid was with him. They witted the other few minutes chatting and Albus showed Daphne the secret of the headquarters. The goblin team arrived right on time with them was a potion’s master, who turned out to be Hannah Abbots mother, Bill, and another cursebreaker then the goblin team with Ragnuk and Bladesinger in tow. They all made their way to the bathroom. When they got there, they were met a crying Myrtle who had flooded the bathroom. Albus vanished the water and Harry opened the chamber. He conjured a mat to sit on saying the pipes were really slimy.
After everyone had arrived down Albus and bill started vanishing the rocks and using permeate sticking charms stabilized to roof of the cave. Arriving at the shed skin the goblins harvested it citing that it could be used for fashion instead of armor Harry shrugged then continued on. Reaching the outer door Harry hissed and it opened. Lights he hissed and the whole chamber lit up. Everone gasped at the size of the snake and the potions mistress started directing the goblins while Bill and t=his fellow cursebreaker started exploring the sub chambers.
Twenty minutes later they arrived back excited about something. Ragnuk motioned for him to follow them. Bill led them thru a series of tunnels marked on the sides of the wall with arrows. They came upon a door which was locked open hissed Harry the door opened to find a room that was at least twice the size of myrtles bathroom and it was filled to the brim with jewels unprocessed gold silver and coins galore. Harry entered and noticed a piece of paper. It read
Dear heir
I have hidden this wealth here for the marked one who will defeat the pretender dark lord he is of my brothers line not mine so is not permitted to take things from here. You will find his anchors in the vault of Le Strange, House of Black, Gaunt shack cursed beware, and his loathsome snake but the Ravenclaw diadems in this room it can be purified with a drop of basilisk venom it won’t hurt the piece, the same goes for the Perevell ring make sure the old coot dose not put it on . Thank Row for this information. You can find her painting behind her statue in Ravenclaw tower. The password is courage before loyalty, cunning before courage and intelligence before all. Inside the bust of my father you will find mine and Godric’s paintings. Helga’s is in the Room of Requirement. And you can find our collative works in the vault behind my and Gyrif’s portrait. I hope this helps you young heir.
Salazar Slytherin
Harry was shocked the reread the letter the said “Bill do you see that Diadem just there, levitate it out to the main chamber we have another horcrux to destroy. Bill gulped the dun as he was told. Ragnuk and Bladesinger was giddy looking at all the gold and jewels the duo produced a trunk the filled it with what it could fit, closed it then opened another compartment and filled that till the room was empty. They handed to trunk to Harry to carry out after shrinking and lightning. After passing the wards Harry handed to trunk back. We will appraise the items for you and get back to you with the number. Harry nodded then said I noticed several things were Goblin made keep three of them that you want and I will but the rest back. Both goblins were shocked again by the wizard in front of them. They nodded their heads giddy again to be returning with three lost pieces of their treasure.
Arriving back in the chamber core Harry noticed the basilisk was de skinned and all the blood was drained into buckets. Harry strode to the pile of fangs picked one up and gave it to Ginny. She stared at him the picked it up and placed the tip on the Diadem a piercing scream came from it as the venom in the fang did its work. After the soul was gone the diadem flashed white and appeared looking new. Harry picked it up and turned it over to the Headmaster who had tears in his eyes as he accepted a old family relic. “Harry not many people know this because it’s dangerous for my family but you have just handed me back a lost heirloom Harry’s eye went wide. Yes my mother may have been a muggle born but she was descended from a long line of squibs until she came into her power. She had a large family but the only known survivors of that line because of wars over the years is one Hermione Granger and her mother Selene and Selene brother Dan.
So Hermione is like a cousin of yours abet distantly. Albus nodded “ell you two will just have to share it”. The old man laughed the stuck the relic into his robes. “Oh and professor the Perevell ring is in the Gaunt shack but it is cursed do not put it on even though you want to. Albus eye went with he took a fang and ran off Fawkes flashing in and out taking the old man with him.
Harry walked up to the bust and spoke speak to me Slytherin of the Hogwarts four. The mouth opened and a bridge appeared out of the water Harry and Ragnuk entered to opening. “ABOUT BLOODY TIME GET US DOWN FROM HERE” Yelled a voice. Harry looked and saw two paintings at the end of a long wide space. Several more shed skins were in their which Ragnuk had a helper collect. “Godric please lower your tone” “Hello heir I am Salazar and this ponce is Gordric just call us Sal and Ric”. “Please take me with you; you don’t know what it’s like to live with this arse for over a thousand years. Harry laughed at the two antics. Wait thought Harry did not Gryffindor kill Slythrin. “Why are you two friends”? History tells us you two fought and Godric killed you. No my son on the other hand he did. My son’s best friend sent him a letter begging for his help one day. He and his new bride rushed to his friend’s aid only to find him burning alive at the stake and when he finally extinguished the flames he man was dead. He looked around and saw that Xena was held captive by his friends dad the man yelled out death to all daemons and slit her throat.
“It was the last straw he went mad and killed the whole village. He slaughtered them all even the wemon and children. When we found out what we he had done we confronted him”. “He attacked us but was no match for the two of us and a stray curse killed him” Godric took over. We latter found plans to attack and kill as many norms as passable in London and York during trades meet and market day”.
“I guess the story got twisted with time eh Sal”. “Too right it did” Harry took their portraits down and moved them outside. “Well I see Daisy is being out to use” said the green clad man” “Daisy” muttered Harry this one need to meet Hagrid he thought.
After acquiring the book and scrolls that were hidden Harry watched the Harvesters finish up. Bill and Galen (the other curse breaker) came back with several more relics like Slytherin’s sword, Helga’s Daggers, and Ravenclaws looking glass. They all headed up to the surface and was met by a ecstatic Headmaster who had tears in his eyes. He gave the paintings to the headmaster when they left
Harry returned to Gringotts so Ragnuk and a team could appraise the jewels and gold in the vault. After waiting twenty minutes in a conference room Ragnuk came in with a grin on his face. “Well my Lord Potter you have just returned three of the most important relics that have been lost for centuries”. You are now considered a goblin friend and are now given better interest rates and privileges if you want we will forge a sword for you to use in the old way, and we will train you to use it with Agento. Harry was shocked then smiled and nodded. That will be excitable. The goblin smiled and handed several memories over to Harry he took his wand stuck it in a vial the pulled out the memory.
After absorbing seven memories of great swordsmaters harry had a pounding headache but a little occlumency helped that. Now lord Potter there were two other goblin relics in the pile of gold a necklace and a ring they value on the two items since you are a goblin friend if ten thousand Galleons and ten sickles. Harry nodded and said take it out of my account. Along with another ten as a down payment for another that is in the Potter vault. The goblin nodded head said “it shall be done”.
“Also you have added another two hundred thousand to you total liquid assets”. Harry nodded then said” I would like to keep about twenty square feet of the hide from the Basilisk to make armor. Ragnuk smiled then said we have already sent it to Lord Greengrass Also when have came up with a idea to sale the hid at premium price and keep the prices high by not flooding the market with Basilisk parts. Harry nodded and said do what you will to get the best price available”. The goblin just grinned. Also I noticed that #97 was available to buy, I would like to purchase it and deed it to Fred and George Wesley for their joke shop.
After stopping at Madame Malkins to pick up the clothes and paid two thousand galleons for them the exhausted team returned to # 12 to a feast Molly was whipping up. While Harry was away Dumbledore had Dobby clean and restore the master bedroom for Harry and Ginny. Harry went to his new room to drop his stuff off and was met by a naked Hermione. He smirked closed the door then put up a silencing charm he walked to his best friend declothing to whole way. Harry kissed her tenderly the one full of passion for he knew deep down he had always loved her. Their copulation was slow and tender like a couple that had been together for years and knew what buttons to push to make the other cum. While in the shower on the other hand it was raw and passionate his new lover was thru with the genital stuff and as Harry pounded her pussy raw she was digging long bloody gouged in his back and batting his neck adding to his multitude of hickys. After drying off Hermione rubbed some ointment on his back to seal the wound she had given him. The duo descended to eat. The dinner was a loud affair freed and George were ecstatic to receive to deed to #97 which they were going to rent. Ron was smiling because Lavender wrote him a note asking to meet up tomorrow afternoon. Sirius because Remus finally had new clothes to wear, Tonks entered the room and tripped into Harry’s lap he smiled and pulled her into a sitting position and feed her from his own plate.
After dinner Harry handed Tonks the file on the Ministry employs who had stolen his money, he giddy witch knew this could be a big promotion for uncovering this kind of corruption. The witch flood directly to Amelia’s house to give her to files, she knew the witch would be breaking out the fine wine because she finally had something on Fudge that would stick.
Amelia Bones was sitting in her easy chair contemplating the trial of one Harry James Potter, she could see it was a farce she had already received a note changing the time and venue a full adult trial for a simple case of underage magic it was ridiculous and she believed the boy.. nay young man had not even received the note changing the time.
Suddenly the fire sprang to life and Nymphadora Tonks came out flat on her arse. She had a file in her hands and a grin on her face. Mam you’re not going to believe this but we got him she said handing her a Gringotts certified file she picked it up and read a smile formed on her face until she burst out laughing how she could not wait till tomorrow’s hearing now. “Tonks please sent a note to Mr. Potter that the hearings time and place has changed the Venue in now old court room ten and the time is now eight thirty.
Susan Bones heard her aunts laugh and went to investigate she listened on the plain and smirked maybe the hearing tomorrow was ok to go to after all. Especially of Harry was going to be their thought the buxom witch.
Harry woke in a tangle of leg and arms Hermione was on his left and Ginny the right. Daphne and Tonks were snuggled up to their sides. Harry smiled feeling happy Tonks opened her eyes to notice Harry’s hair was shifting through color related to happiness her eyes went wide. “Harry you’re your hair” Harry looked in the mirror and freaked, “What the sodding hell” yelled the teen. Tonks to him aside and explained. “Harry you’re a metamorph too” His eye went wide, “really” he asked. She nodded and said let’s get the other up and dressed then down to breakfast we have an hour and a half to the start. Harry nodded and could not believe that his yelling did not wake the others.
Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen cooking already when they arrived Harry was in his business robes Ginny in her new dress and Daphne borrowed a dress of Ginny’s since they were the same size. Hermione was in a little black dress, and Tonks was in her auror robes. The all flooed to the ministry the teens had their wands checked then Tonks shepherded them to the elevators.
Tonks led them out when the voice said DoM. She stopped outside the door and said Daphne and the others would have to stay here if they wanted to keep their marriage secret. Ginny and Hermione took his hands and Daphne put a hand on his shoulder. They all entered the room together. The room was like the one in the pensive Harry viewed. Daphne went up to sit with her father. Fudge looked shocked to see them there on time. “Thank you Auror Tonks for escorting the accused hear.
Fudge threw her a scathing look but turned back to Harry. He whipped out his wand and conjured three chairs for himself and the wives to sit in. “NOW SEE HERE YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANT BE USING MAGIC OUT SID EOF SCHOOL WHILE UNDERAGE, AUROR ARESST HIM. “Sorry minister Lord Potter has full authority to use magic now that he has claimed head of house ship. Fudge paled “imposable” fudge spat “the only way he could do that was if he was emancipated or married
“Oh I am married to four beautiful and talented wemen. “QUIT LYING POTTER YOU ARE NOT MARRIED” Just then a Dumbledore arrived, Minister Fudge hear is valid proof Lord Potter is Married to Ginavera Potter nee Weasley, Nymphadora Potter nee Tonks, Daphne Potter nee Greengrass,and Hermione Potter nee Granger. Fudge looked over the documents and ripped them in half.
“DOSE NOT MATTER THIS WELP BROKE THE STATUE OF SECREASY”. “Ah but under extenuating circumstances. If he had not his and his cousins souls would have been sucked out by a Dementor. As Proof of this hears is the pensive memory of the night. After a solicitors pensive was found the memory viewed fudge was red faced and saying memories can be tampered with”. “But not without damaging them minister said Amelia”. Fudge blustered the said “He blew up his aunt for Merlin’s sake”. “But you kindly waved it off Cornelius”.( Excerpt from JKR Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix) “All-in favor of convicting” Barley a third raised their hands. “All opposed” sated Madame Bones. Everyone else raised their hands. Accused cleared of all charges Fudge slammed his gavel down. Just then Kingsley Sacklebolt strode in with a crumpled up Luciius Malfoy. He threw him in the chair which bound the struggling man.
“What is the meaning of this release my advisor at once”. Belay that Aurors said Madame Bones and arrest Minister Fudge, Madame Unbridge, Antony Parkinson, Doulas Goyal and Septem Crabbe. You are all charged with theft from the Great and Moste noble house of Potter. How do you plead? Not guilty spoke all the voices. Ok as evidence here is a official Gringotts file acquired by Auror Tonks-Potter. The chief Warlock(Xavier Greengrass)looked it over and said “this evidence is sufficient enough but I suggest that we hear it straight from the hippogriffs mouth . Weasley bring me Vertiserum a new sealed bottle so no one can suggest tampering with the phial”. Percy ran out of the court room and returned a few minutes later with a phial.
“Auror Tonks administer the potion”. She poured three drops of the liquid on Fudges tongue. “Is your full name Cornelius Oswald Fudge”? “yes”, “Did you knowingly steal from Lord Potter”? “yes” did you accept bribes to postpone new polices or the raising of more auror forces”? “yes ,did not believe they were needed anyway”. Name all your crimes. Theft, Slander against any who opposed me, Rape of minors, mostly young muggleborn or muggle girls under ten who I murdered after”.
“Also framing Sirius Black for those murders ten years ago I also slipped in a clause in a contract I wrote up for Bellatrix Black, it stated that the witch was to have no free will of her own she was to do as her husband thought and told her. I also embezzled money from Author Weasley when he was supposed to get a raise I diverted it to my other account under the name Timas Maxwell”.
“Cornelius fudge you are hereby stripped of your position of minister of magic your name will be stricken from the books and family name erased you are hereby sentenced to the veil. Several gasped but no one opposed. Moving on, Tonks again forced three drops of the potion down Umbridge’s throat. “Is your full name Deloris Jane Umbridge” asked Amelia? “Yes”. “Did you knowingly steal from Lord Potter”? “Yes”. “Name your other crimes”. I cast all three unforgivable multiple times, I cast hate and animosity charms on Lord Potter’s relative’s tom amp up the underlying feelings hoping the muggles would kill him”.
I have ordered dementor to attack people who hurt me in life, I have ordered Grayback to attack several people and often provided the Wolf’s bane potion for him to use”. The nost notable attacks were the Lupins so I could gain their power and wealth, The McKinnon’s and I have helped Peter Pettigrew set up Gideon and Fabian Prewitt ambush resulting in their death”.I have gladly murdered up and comer muggleborns on Lord Notts orders. The said Lord Nott was quickly stunned and bound. “I have helped traffic sex slave muggle-borns Metamorphmagus’s and the occasional pureblood”. “That is all” Veil again” intoned the Chief Warlock.
Kingsley quickly dosed Parkinson. “Are you lord Antony Jones Parkinson”? “Yes” Di you knowingly embezzle form Lord Potter”? “I did not know from who the money came but I accepted it anyway” “Why”? “The Dark Lord drained my family vault dry with his constant need for resources”. “So you were a Death-Eater”? “Yes” “Ok name your crimes” said the Chief Warlock.
I have killed, raped, stole and blackmailed. Used the imperious curse on a father and made him rape his twelve year old before slitting her throat”. “I used my position to block and hide the Weasley family vault from them while embezzling from it. “I set up the Bones murders, I raped Ashlyin Bones, I kidnapped her, she is still alive in a secure room under my bathroom floor”. The man fell silent. Amelia was shaking with rage Ashlyin Bones was her daughter and was three when she was taken. Amelia immediately sent a patroni message to Savage to raid the manor and reclaim her daughter. “ Kiss” muttered Amelia
During this time Crabbe and Goyal were questioned and sentenced to Azkaban. Then it was Notts turn, He admitted to rape, and murder. Several supposed muggle-borns were his children. He also admitted to killing Samantha Greengrass when she would not accept his advances. He ammited to bribery of several ministry official’s and gave their names, Dawlish, and Smith being the main ones. He had also forcefully rapped and impregnated Nattily Burbage then erased her memory so when she showed her husband, who had been away to America, believed she had been unfaithful. The too was sentenced to Azkaban.
Then it was Lucius. He admitted to stealing knowingly from Harry, being a Death-Eater. He also confessed his part him killing the Prewitt brothers, Raping Sara Bones before stabbing her to death with daggers imbued with the flame brand curse. Helping the Lestrange brothers subdue and torture curse on the Longbottem’s and leaving before the auror’s got there. He admitted to trafficking in Veela and succubus slave along with several class c de and e trade able substances, having several hidden caches of money supplies and another vault in the name of Himrick Livinston at Gringotts and another in Sweden with the dwarfs. “Veil “ everyone chanted.
In the end Lucius, Unbridge , and Fudge were tossed into the veil on their collective backsides. And the others were shipped off to Azkaban to be processed or kissed. “Now we have had a new minister is decided. For right now Amelia Bones is acting Minister for Magic”.
Harry and co were asked to meet in a conference room beside the court room. Inside waited Amelia and Xavier. Harry set down beside Amelia and Dumbledore right across from him. “Now down to business, Harry we need your help getting Amelia into office, Fudges and Unbridge’s departure left a power vacuum and it need to be filled with people we can trust”. I know the Dark Lord is back, he has came several times to my home and tried to get me to join his cause but so far I have played the neutral card but I can’t after today so we need strong people to get the job done
“Rufus will just be trying to look like he is doing something instead of doing it and Newcalk is a contributor to Voldemort’s cause”. Harry nodded then said “ I believe Madame Bones will be the best bet but who will fill the Undersecretary spot”? “I will spoke Xavier I intend to offer Albus his job back. Harry nodded his head then said “You have my support, but you have to give Sirius a fair trial”. Just then three aurors arrived with a young and somewhat healthy woman. She spotted Amelia as said “Mummy” in a childlike voice the girl threw herself onto of Amelia sobbing into her neck. Amelia too was crying holding on her for dear life.
Susan was watching her cousin hold onto her aunt and mother with a sad look on her face. “Done said Amelia and Xavier. Harry walked up to Susan and asked would you like to stay the night at my place while they get reacquainted? The buxom witch nodded and Harry escorted her out.
Twenty minutes later they were in front of Grimauld place and showing Susan the secret. The witch went wide eyed when she met Sirius but knew he was innocent. Harry led her upstairs pushed her against his door and kissed her red head. She groaned into his mouth as he started feeling her up. He unlocked the door picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her red hair made a halo around her head and harry removed his robes Susan just removed her blouse and knickers. Harry smirked at her kinkiness. He slowly kissed his way up her thighs until he reached the junction then he teased her clit for a moment the slid up to her DD mounds. He played with them.
After teasing her for a while he slid back down and used Parcletounge on her cunny, “OH MERLIN” screamed Susan as he back arched up she wrapped her leg around Harry’s head grabbed his hair and forced his face into her quim. Harry continued this until she was writhing in orgasm. He slowly sheathed his cock into her before she took over and thrust the rest of his cock into her cunt. Harry surprised looked at her,” broom accident a year ago” she explained. Harry shrugged and concentrated on his task. Susan flipped him over and started ridding the poor boy. “FUCK ME HARDER FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER HARRY HARDER” yelled the witch as Harry’s throbbing now eleven incher slid home again and again, until the felt her walls contract clamping his rod in a vice. Harry quickly came with her as orgasm rode over her.
Breathing hard harry led her to the shower to get cleaned up. Harry met everyone downstairs and had a feast, the twins were throwing a massive beach ball around yelling he got off . Until the door bell rang and in came Tonks escorting a young Bellatrix Black and Minerva McGonagall . The trio made a bee line for Harry and took him upstairs for a very vagarious work out…
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Fantasy

The Acolyte

A young girl at a school for magic and wizardry receives a sexual education from a stranger.

Fiction

Owned Teacher Chap. 10-12

This is not my own work. This wonderful piece was written by an author known as “Thumb” about ten to fifteen years ago. I thought I would repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it was much as I have over the years CHAPTER 10
Lisa emerged from the house around 8:30 the next morning to find a cold shivering Mary huddled under the towel which of course was not large enough to provide much comfort. “Good Morning Mrs. C.”
“Morning Ms. Simon,” mumbled the miserable teacher. She was cold, dirty, hungry and needed to use the bathroom.
Lisa released Mary’s ankles and helped her to stand. Taking the leash in hand she started to lead her teacher pet to the house. “Do you need to use the bathroom before we go in Mrs. C.?”
Mary remembered the humiliation of yesterday but she really needed to go. “Yes Ms. Simon I need to use the bathroom.”
“Well hurry up then.”
Mary squatted once again in her yarn in front of her student and released her bladder. She didn’t know what she would do when she needed to have a bowel movement.
Once she finished the humiliating task she was lead into the house and up to the bathroom. “Take a shower Mrs. C. No playing with yourself and no using the toilet.” Lisa hooked Mary’s leash over the shower head and left the teacher to get cleaned up.
Mary was exhausted. She had gotten little sleep the past 2 nights. Her muscles ached and her feet were very swollen. Her nipples and ass hole were tender.
Mary let the warm water massage her body, She scrubbed her skin pink and washed her hair twice. After several minutes Lisa returned and unhooked the leash. She led the dripping teacher into her bedroom. “Get dried off and do your hair and make-up the way I like it. Your clothes for today are on the bed. What time do you expect Amy home?”
The mention of her daughters name brought her back to the reality of her situation. “She should be home around 5:00. Ms. Simon,” answered the naked, dripping teacher.
“You have 30 minutes to get ready. Meet me in the kitchen.”
Mary dried quickly and looked on the bed for her clothes. She found a red garter belt with red stockings and the 6″ heels. She dressed and then dried and styled her hair. The make-up was not to her liking but to Lisa’s liking.
She took a last look in the mirror and saw a 35 year old woman dressed or rather undressed made up like a teenager. She felt ridiculous but she marched down the stairs to the kitchen. Lisa was sitting at the table eating eggs with a slice of ham and toast. She had a cup of steaming coffee in front of her.
” Your breakfast is in the bowl on the floor.”
Mary looked down and saw a bowl of dry spoon sized shredded wheat with a bowl of water next to it. Mary sank to her knees and began to eat the shredded wheat. She was starving. She picked up the bowl of water and washed the 10 shredded wheats down. When she had finished Lisa ordered her to clean up and meet her in the living room.
Mary cleaned up and walked into the living room.
“Put this where it belongs” said Lisa handing Mary the butt plug and the tube of lubricant.
Mary started for the bathroom. “No, no, Mrs. C. right here.”
Mary stopped and began lubricating the plug. She realized that the only way she would get it in was to squat and force it into her ass. As she did just that, her student was watching closely. It was just slightly easier than the night before but it was still difficult and very uncomfortable. Once the plug was in place Mary was ordered to kneel on the floor before her student.
“Mrs. C. you know how you made us learn all the rules of grammar and writing. And when we didn’t follow them you corrected us and in some cases punished us.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Well I have prepared a list of rules for you. It is important that you follow them to keep our secret and protect your and your family ‘s reputation. If you fail to follow every rule you will be corrected and punished. Is that clear?”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“The rules are not open to discussion. If you do not understand something you ask me. You are not to attempt to interpret them yourself.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
Lisa handed Mary a list of rules. “Read these out loud to me now to be sure you understand them. Rules may be added or changed as I see fit.”
Mary began to read:
“Rules for my pet teacher to live by:
1. I will remain naked with 6″ heels at all time when I am alone at home unless directed otherwise by my owner.
2. When I am not alone I will wear a skirt and top or dress with garter belt and stockings and 3” heels unless directed otherwise by my owner.
3. I will always have my hair done and make-up as my owner likes it.
4. I will only eat what my owner permits and I may not use utensils unless my daughter is present.
5. I am never to sit on a toilet seat. If I am alone at home I will use the back yard for my toilet needs. If I use a bathroom I will squat over the bowl with the seat up.
6. I will always have my ass lubricated.
7. I will keep my pussy bald at all times.
8. I will never wear panties or bra unless directed by my owner.
9. I will sleep naked on the floor every night unless directed otherwise by my owner.
10. I will never refuse an order of my owner.
11. I will wear my collar at all time when I am alone and carry it in my purse at all other times.
12. I will exercise daily and keep myself fit.
13. I will never sit on any furniture without the permission of my owner.
14. I will never make any decisions without consulting my owner.
15. I will have my plug, big black dildo and nipple clamps with me at all times.
16. I will respect all students by calling the Ms. or Mr.
17. I will always display a smiling face.
18. I will masturbate every morning, at lunch and as soon as I get home from work BUT I will not have an orgasm without permission.
19. I acknowledge that I am obeying these and all other rules and orders from my owner because I want to be a good pet.
20. I understand that my life is now controlled by my owner.
“Very good Mrs. C. Any questions?”
“No Ms. Simon”
“I will be moving into the guest room. We will tell Amy that I am having problems at home and you agreed to let me stay here with my parents permission.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Now go put on the skirt and blouse I laid out for you so we can get my stuff before Amy gets home.”
Mary went upstairs with her head spinning. She had no choice other than to obey her owner. Why does that thought make my pussy wet. She put on the skirt which really was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her stockings and Amy’s sweater which was way to tight. Her hard nipples were poking holes in the front of the sweater. The plug in her as was still uncomfortable.
Mary went down the stairs and when she saw Lisa she begged, “Ms. Simon I can’t meet your parents dressed this way.”
“Don’t worry they won’t mind at all. Put your collar on.”
The confused teacher buckled the collar around her neck and walked to the car in a daze.CHAPTER 11
Mary climbed into the car wondering what Lisa had planned. Surely she didn’t plan to make her meet her parents dressed this way.
“Spread your legs and pull your skirt up Mrs. C. ” said Lisa as she climbed into the car. ” I live across town and I want you to play with yourself until we get there.”
Mary spread her legs and began to gentle slid her finger over her wet bald pussy. She was ashamed that she could possibly be excited being treated like this and being forced to act this way.
After about a twenty minute drive they arrived at Lisa’s home. It was in a nice suburban neighborhood. Her house had a wooden fence all around with a gate off the driveway. Lisa parked in the driveway and ordered Mary to get out of the car and pull her skirt down.
Mary hesitated getting out and Lisa came around the car and opened the door pulling her teacher out of the car by her leash. “Come on Mrs. C. my parents are anxious to meet you.”
Mary didn’t know what to do as she was led to the door at the end of her leash. How could she face this girls parents like this? What would she say? How would they react? What would they think of her? Would they have her arrested? A million thoughts went through her mind as Lisa continued to pull her leash leading her to the door.
Lisa opened the door and lead the cringing teacher into the house. “I’m home,” called Lisa.
Lisa’s mother came out of the kitchen. “Hello Honey”. said her mother ignoring the scantily clad collared teacher. “Your dad and brother are watching the game in the living room. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.”
Lisa pulled the teacher into the living room. “Hi dad, hi Mike.”
Mary immediately recognized Mike. She had been his teacher two years earlier. She hadn’t realized Lisa was his sister. ]
“Hi Lisa” said her dad.
“Hi sis,” said Mike. “Hi Mrs. C. You look different today.”
Mary blushed deeply and remained silent.
“You remember my brother don’t you Mrs. C.? You gave him a D on his term paper and he was ineligible to play football for two games.”
It came back to here immediately. Mike had done a terrible job on that paper and she had been forced to give him a low grade. He had asked her to please give him a C and let him do makeup work but she refused. Even the coach had asked her to make some allowances but she held fast and he was not permitted to play for 2 games until he brought the grade up. She could see him leering at her and Lisa’s father was checking her out closer than was comfortable. She knew she was in a really bad situation.
“So you are not so high and mighty are you now Mrs. C.?” Mike laughed reaching out and patting her tightly covered ass.
“Dinner’s ready”, called Mrs. Simon.
“Let’s eat” said Lisa’s dad.
Lisa pulled the frightened teacher by her leash into the kitchen. There were four chair set around the table. Mary was left standing next to Lisa as the family sat down to dinner. The family ate dinner and talked as if Mary were not even there. She was very uncomfortable just standing there watch them eat and being ignored.
After they finished eating Lisa turned to her teacher and explained. “You see Mrs. C. Mike was the one who actually found the magazine and when he showed me, we laid out a plan to get revenge. Mom and dad were in total agreement with the plan after what you had done to Mike. Mom and dad have practiced D/s and S/m for years and have a very open understanding between them. They belong to a group here in town that meets monthly. I attended my first meeting when I turned 18 and Mike has been attending for two years when he is home from college.”
“So you see this is a family affair. You are now the property of all of us. You are primarily mine but they can use you in any way they want. We will not involve your daughter directly since we do not believe in involving minors . However we may use her without her knowledge to assist in your training. Your husband will be involved but we will not unveil his involvement until later. He is unaware of what is happening at this time.”
” Take off your sweater Mrs. C. and show daddy and Mike your tits.”
The overwhelmed teacher knew she had no choice and lifted the sweater over her head exposing her hard tipped breasts to the family. Mike reach up and grasping the right nipple pulled the teacher down and gave her a hard opened mouth kiss. His tongue slide between her lips and her knee went weak. She forgot the pain in her nipple and was electrified by the intensity of the kiss.
He released her nipple and lips and she stood on wobbling legs.
“Remove your skirt Mrs. C. before you leak all over it.”
Mary lowered her skirt showing her shaved pussy to everyone.
“Spread your legs,” demanded Mike.
“Show us your cunt teach” added Lisa’s father.
Mary spread her legs and reached down and spread her juicy pussy lips showing them her excitement.
“You were right Lisa. She is a natural,” said Mrs. Mason.
“Turn around and show your plugged ass.”
The deeply shamed teacher did as she was ordered.
“Enough of this we don’t have all day Mike needs some relief before going back to college. Mrs. C. go over and demonstrate you cock sucking talents on him. Bend at the waist and keep your ass up.”ordered Lisa taking charge of her pet.
Mary turned to Mike and saw his huge swollen cock sticking out of his pants. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth down over his cock.
“He better be happy or you will be very, very sorry Mrs. C.,” said Lisa patting her teacher’s bare ass.
Mary worked her mouth up and down the long thick pole. She used her tongue and tried to get this over a quickly as possible. That’s when she felt hands on her ass, forcing her legs apart. A finger was sliding into her dripping pussy. Ohhh the sensations were too much..the thick cock running over her tongue and the finger playing in her pussy she was so close to cumming.
At that moment she felt a sharp sting to her left breast. “Don’t you dare cum you slut,” hissed Mrs. Simon.
Mary felt the finger leave her pussy and be replaced with what she knew was Mr. Simon’s cock. It felt huge and was stretching her pussy but had no problem sliding in with her juices flowing. She felt another sharp pain in her right breast. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and ignore the hot rod now slamming into her steaming pussy. The stinging pains continued in her breast as Mrs. Simon smacked each one with a wooden spatula. FLASH. She could see the flashes as her use was recorded.
Soon she felt the cock in her mouth begin to pulse. She worked hard trying to get this former student to cum in her mouth before she had an orgasm and drew the wrath of her tormentors. The first shot of cum hit the back of her throat gagging her and then Mike pulled out and landed squirt after squirt of hot cum on her face and in her hair.
Her face remained in Mike’s crotch with his deflated cock now back in her mouth as his father continued to pound her pussy while his mother smacked her by now sore sensitive breasts. Her orgasm was so near it hurt and she was fighting the pleasure to avoid anything worse happening to her.
After what seemed an eternity she felt the splash of Mr. Simon’s cum deep in her stretched pussy. Then he pulled out and covered her ass and back with hot white cum.
As Mr. Simon pulled his cock from her very used pussy the teacher collapsed to the floor. Looking down she saw her breasts an angry red and her nipples were painfully engorged. Her pussy was crying for release which was not to be.
Mr. Simon took some pictures of the bedraggled teacher covered in cum. His hobby was photography and he planned to use Lisa’s pet for some very inventive pictures.
“Get up Mrs. C. and take my things to the car. Don’t bother to clean up just put your sweater and skirt on and get moving. We want to get home before Amy gets back.”
The cum covered teacher dressed and moved to load her owners things into her car. She couldn’t look any of them in the eye and silently went about completing her task.
“Mike will be going back to college tonight but I will take you over to visit daddy and mommy next week,” said Lisa as she drove her once proud teacher to her home with cum drying on her face and in her hair.CHAPTER 12
When they arrived home Mary carried all of Lisa’s things into the large guest room and unpacked for her. She was a real mess with cum dried on her face and in her hair. Her breasts were very sore from the abuse of Lisa’s mother and her pussy was crying for the release she had been denied.
“Shower and wash your hair Mrs. C. you look disgusting. I will lay out your outfit to greet your daughter. And Mrs. C. don’t you dare play with yourself.”
A thoroughly dominated teacher moved to the shower. There wasn’t much time to get ready and Lisa required her to always have her hair and make-up done.
After a quick show Mary entered her bed room apprehensive about what Lisa would require her to where. She found a respectable but short skirt, a heavy sweater which would conceal her unfettered breasts and 3″ heels. There were no stockings or garter belt so she was totally naked under her clothes. Her ass was still plugged and she put her collar in her purse with the dildo and tube of lubricant. As she was doing her make-up she realized how hungry she was. She hadn’t had anything to eat all day and hadn’t had a decent meal since last Friday at lunch. As soon as she was ready she went down stairs looking for Lisa.
“Better start dinner Mrs. C. Amy will be hungry when she gets home. First show me your plug” she demanded.
Mary lifted her skirt and bent over.
“Spread your cheeks Mrs. C.”
The shamed teacher reached back and spread her ass cheeks so her student could see the plug in her ass.
“Stay like that and finger your pussy”
Skirt up, bent at the waist Mary began to finger her pussy. In seconds she was dripping.
“Mrs. C. you are such a hot number,” mocked Lisa. “Enough of that now fix dinner. Amy and I will had ravioli’s and a nice salad. You will have some plain lettuce. Unless of course you want to dip it in front of Amy”
“Please Ms. Simon I am so hungry.” begged Mary.
“But you just had a load of high protein cum not more than an 2 hours ago. We have to get rid of a few pounds Mrs. C.”
A red faced Mary had no reply to that and began getting the dinner Lisa had ordered.
About 10 minutes later They heard the front door open and a cry, “Mom I’m home”
“In the kitchen “, called Mary.
Amy stopped in her tracks when she came into the kitchen. “Mom, What did you do to your hair?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s so different. Why did you get it cut so short?”
“I just wanted something really different.”
“Why are you dressed up on Sunday night? Are you going out?”
“No Honey I just decided to dress up more. You know with Daddy gone I tend to let myself go a little.”
“Oh”. Just then Amy noticed Lisa. “Hi”.
“Amy you know Lisa don’t you?”
“Sure from school”.
“Well she will be living here for a while until she can get things worked out with her parents.” Mary lied to her daughter.
“Cool. An older sister. That will be neat.”
” I think so too,” said Lisa. “Come on I’ll help you unpack.”
Lisa and Amy went up stairs and left the nervous teacher cooking a dinner she was not permitted to eat. At least the 3″ heels didn’t hurt her feet as much as the 6″ ones.
When dinner was ready Mary called the two girls and when they came down they were chatting like old friends. Amy and Lisa sat down and Mary served them a large salad and ravioli. Then she moved to the counter where she picked at her lettuce.
“Aren’t you having any Mom?” asked Amy.
“No, I’m trying to lose a few pounds Honey.” Mary lied again to her daughter.
“Get us a couple of Cokes Mrs. C.”, demanded Lisa.
She got out two Cokes and glasses for the girls.
“Mom why do we have Coke you always liked Pepsi and wouldn’t ever but Coke for me.”
Now Mary was in a tough spot. What could she say.
“I bought the Coke” said Lisa “I didn’t know but if you like Coke I’m sure your mother will buy it from now on. Won’t you Mrs. C.?”
“Sure since you both like it and I am dieting I’ll get Coke from now on.” Another lie.
“Aren’t you going to sit down Mom?” asked Amy.
“No honey I have a lot to do and want to keep moving.” Lie number four Her life is becoming one lie after another as she protects her family from her tormentors.
The girls finished and went upstairs leaving Mary to clean up. Usually Amy cleaned up but Lisa had said for her to come upstairs with her and Mary was left to clean up as she knew she would be doing from now on. After everything was cleaned up Mary went upstairs and asked if the girls needed anything. She suddenly became aware of the need to use the bathroom. But she was plugged.!! She tried to catch Lisa’s eye but Lisa ignored her.
“Did you finish checking our papers yet Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa innocently. She could see the beginning concern on her teacher and suspected she knew the reason. “I’ll entertain Amy you go check the papers.”
It was an order Mary knew that. What were Amy and Lisa talking about? In this first test her nerves were on edge. The stress was tremendous. She moved off the her room to check the papers. She sat on the floor and spread the papers around her as she went to work trying to ignore the cramping in her bowels.
A couple of hours later Amy came in to say good night. “Why are you on the floor mom?”
“I needed room to spread everything out Honey,” Mary lied again.
“Well I’m really tired and have a busy day tomorrow. Tell daddy I said hi when he calls,” said Amy as she kissed her mother on the cheek. “Good night.”
“Good night Honey” said Mary. Damn she had forgotten all about Bill’s calling on Sunday nights.
After Amy had gone to bed Lisa came into Mrs. C. room. “We are alone. Strip Mrs. C.”
“Please Ms. Simon may I remove my plug and use the bathroom.” begged the stressed out teacher. All this lying and deprivation was making her fall apart.
“Of course Mrs. C. Why did you ask me sooner? said Lisa with a wicked smile. “Be sure to lick the plug clean and remember how you must ‘sit’ unless of course you want to go outside.”
“I’ll use the bathroom, thank you Ms. Simon.”
Mary hurried into the bathroom and pulled the plug from her ass and squatting over the toilet with the seat up she didn’t have to strain hard to empty her bowels. Then she began the disgusting task of licking the plug clean.
“You do not need to put it back in right now Mrs. C.” called Lisa from the bedroom. When Mary came back into the bedroom wearing only her heels Lisa told her to change into her 6″ heels. “they make your legs and ass look almost respectable.”
Handing Mary her purse Lisa ordered her to get the dildo out. She was told to sit on the floor with her knees drawn back so her heels were against her ass. Lisa moved up and pushed her teacher knees apart exposing her bald pussy. “Put your black friend into your pussy Mrs. C.”
Mary took the black monster and tried to slip the end into her moist slit. It was too big. ” Ms. Simon it is too big, it doesn’t fit.”
“Get it in or I will and your might make too much noise if I have to do it.” snarled Lisa. “I’ve been much too easy on you.”
The frightened teacher managed to get the head into her pussy stretching it further than ever except when Amy was born. Once the head was in, it slowly slide deeper and deeper until about 4″ were buried it her pussy. FLASH
“Now slide it in and out and get it deeper.”
Mary pushed and pushed the huge black cock in and out. It stretched her to the limit and was so large it rubbed her clit on every stroke sending shivers through her body. Another inch disappeared into her hole but at least 8 ” was still showing.
“Mrs. C. by Christmas you will take every inch of that,” said Lisa confidently.
‘Impossible’ thought Mary but she kept her mind on the fire building in her pussy.
“Don’t cum Mrs. C. If you are good maybe I’ll let you cum later but keep that black toy of your moving.”
The phone rang. Mary looked at Lisa with pleading eyes.
“Keep fucking yourself Mrs. C. while you talk to your husband. Don’t mention me. If you cum or stop I will wake Amy to talk to her father” said Lisa with a smile.
Mary answered the phone. She did her best to talk in a normal voice as she slid the dildo in and out with 6″ disappearing now. She was on fire. Her husband was so preoccupied he didn’t even notice her ragged breathing. She could here the sucking sounds as the black pleasure maker slide in and out of her blazing pussy. The conversation lasted about 10 minutes and Mary could not remember one word that had been said. As soon as she hung up she begged Lisa,”Please Ms. Simon May I cum?”
“What are you willing to do if I let you cum Mrs. C.?”
The frantic teacher hissed “Anything Ms. Simon. Anything.”
Lisa lifted her skirt showing Mary her bare ass. “Kiss my ass Mrs. C.”
The chagrined teacher leaned forward and placed her lips on her student’s bare ass.
” Come on Mrs. C. if you want to cum you have to do better than that.”
Mary leaned further forward and planted her lips firmly on Lisa’s ass.
“Use your tongue Mrs. C.”
The overcharged teacher ran her tongue over Lisa smooth ass. She dipped her tongue into the crack briefly.
“Lick the hole Mrs. C.”
Mary couldn’t last much longer. Her pussy was burning up. Her ass was bouncing on the floor as she shoved the black dildo in and out. There was a puddle of her juices on the floor and she was getting a full 8″ in. Lisa noted there was only 6″ to go.
As Mary’s tongue licked her students ass Lisa said “Cum Mrs. C.”
Ahhhhhhhhhhh… moaned into Lisa’s ass as she bucked through the most intense orgasm ever. She was cumming and cumming one after the other. Her tongue was whipping over Lisa’s ass hole as she made an even larger puddle on the floor.
Once she came back to earth Lisa said, “Well Mrs. C. you are a pretty good ass licker and look you have 8” of the black cock in that hole of yours already.
A mortified teacher realized what had just happened and broke out sobbing.
“If cumming is going to make you cry Mrs. C. I won’t permit you to cum anymore.”
Mary fought for control.
“Now lick your toy clean and then lick up your mess on the floor. Sleep right there and keep your black plaything in your mouth all night. Set you alarm for 5 and be showered and made up with breakfast for Amy and I ready by 6:30. You may wear the robe we saved until I pick out your clothes for school.”
“Oh have your bag for the gym ready to pack too.”
“Nite Mrs. C.”
The stunned teacher sat there unmoving for a half hour before beginning the jobs assigned.

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The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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The Shifts of Mike

‘Man that was intense’ I said to myself as I woke covered in sweat. Slowly consciousness crept into my sleep addled brain as I recalled the events of my slumber. It was her again, the short raven haired beauty that I had been lusting after in my dreams for weeks now, her name is Jamie, she is also my younger sister. Pulling the covers back I swung my legs off the bed and reached down to throw on a pair of boxers for the ritual morning trip to the bathroom.
As the shower was warming up I leaned over the sink just staring at myself in the mirror. That’s when I first noticed it, my eyes were green not their normal blue. As I stared in shock wondering what could have happened I watched as they turned back into the blue I have always known. Figuring it was still sleep fogging my brain I shook it off and dropped my boxers to the floor as I stepped into the shower. I stepped under the water feeling it was over me wishing I was anyone but me. Don’t get me wrong, I lived in a nice house with a great set of parents and my sister Jamie. I did pretty good in school, had friends and a fairly healthy social life, but it was how I looked I couldn’t stand. I was your typical run of the mill nothing special. At 5’9” 170 lbs I was just shy of being actually noticeable.
This is where my recent obsession has come in. Unlike me my younger sister Jamie got a double helping of looks. Just a month shy of turning 16 she stands a short 5’2” about 100 pounds even , long straight black hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her breasts as I found out later were a C cup and had been for about the last year now. Her stomach and legs were tight and toned from hours of cheerleading practice. Basically she was a vision of pure beauty, and the only girl that actually paid me any attention. Ever since it got hot enough to tan and I saw her in her new bikini this year I have barely been able to contain myself around her. Constantly excusing myself to go jerk off to her or sneaking around trying to get glimpses of her.
Even now in the shower as my dream comes back to me I feel my cock start to rise. Not wanting to waste a good erection and wanting to relive that dream I shut my eyes as my hand starts slowly stroking myself to full hardness. I go back to the dream, Julie underneath me, her legs folded up as I piston my cock into her hard and fast. I hear her moans telling me how big I am when I realize that in the dream its not really me fucking her, its me but a lot more muscled and with a bigger cock. As I think about watching myself enter my sister over and over again something feels different to me. I open my eyes and look down at myself and instead of the usual 5 inch skinny dick I see my hand wrapped around a 9 inch long 2 inch thick piece of meat jutting out from my body. My eyes widen in disbelief as my cock and my forearm are now the same size. Stuck in shock I hurriedly finish up my shower grab a towel and run back to my room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed thoughts of insanity run through my mind. Something is going on and I need to know what. With a deep breath I open my towel revealing the same small dick I’ve grown used to over the years. Now I’m lost. I must be losing my mind. Knowing what I saw and felt was real I decided to try and figure out what could possibly be going on. Since it was hard when I saw the difference maybe I had to be hard again to see the change. Being in such an excited state from two denied orgasms it was relatively easy to bring myself back to full hardness despite the nervousness of the situation. As my cock grew I was filled with excitement hoping for the best but after a few moments my cock was rigid and only the 5 inches I knew. Feeling slightly defeated I thought back to what was different and besides the obvious of not being in the shower anymore the only thing different was that at the time I was imagining myself with that same hard beast I had plowing into my sister. That scene coming back into my mind I started wanting that cock again. I started imagining it on my body jutting out. I looked down taking in my small cock wishing it to grow and before my eyes it started to. Slowly it gained in length and girth until I was back to being massive.
Over come with happiness at the possibilities for me now I stroked hard and fast while keeping my sister in my head. My orgasm was swift and powerful, as it hit rope after rope of cum shot out from my tip coating my chest in cum. As I squeezed the last of my cum out I fell back onto the bed in a daze and slipped into unconsciousness.
Waking back up for the second time that day I found myself in ridiculously high spirits. Who wouldn’t be?? I can change anything I want to physically about myself. Or at least maybe anything. I had to know my limits with this. Looking down at myself I needed to get cleaned up. Seeing what time it was I knew my sister had already left for practice and she wouldn’t be back until late that night, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe myself down from the earlier orgasm.
While wiping myself down I looked into the mirror and started to play around. I started with my eye color again changing it from one color to the next finally deciding on brown. I then moved to my nose and just for shits and giggles I made it long and pointy like Pinocchio. Finally cleaned up I left my face the new way and walked back into my room closing my door. In my excitement I didn’t realize that my door didn’t completely shut. Now standing in front of my full length mirror I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw this ridiculous nose jutting out from my face.
Knowing that I basically had a do over at my disposal I started on becoming the way I always wanted to look. Adding a couple inches in height I was now 6 foot even. I set to work on my frame bulking me up a little bit and defining my muscles that would take months in a gym to achieve. Once happy with that I started on my face, not changing anything major just a little tweak here and there until I was happy. I enlarged my balls a little bit to match that of the destroyer now hanging limp between my legs. Once finished I memorized every inch of what I changed tweaking what needed it and leaving alone what was perfect. Taking a full look at myself I couldn’t have been happier. Looking like this there was no way girls would keep ignoring me. I would finally get laid.
Filing away what I wanted to look like I started playing around. Making myself fat and skinny, super tall and tiny like a midget. I added muscles and hair, took them away basically being absolutely ridiculous with my new found ability. Returning back to the new me I stood just admiring myself when all of a sudden it hit me. If I could change into anything why couldn’t I change into a chick. The thoughts of my possibilities started to excite me, bringing my impressive cock to life. I started off just seeing if I could do it. My chest losing its muscle as it started to expand out ending up with a pair of firm large breasts. Not being able to choose between the mirror and looking down I kept glancing back and forth as my hands came up to feel my first breast. My hands reaching their goal sent all the air out of my lungs and I fell back onto the bed slowly caressing my new toys. My nipples now even more sensitive began to harden under the movements of my hands. My cock was so hard it was actually beginning to hurt as I pinched down on my nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my throat. Leaving one hand to play with my breasts I moved my other down and slowly began stroking my cock imagining it was my sisters breasts I was playing with. Getting so into it I started moaning her name which in turn brought me immediately to orgasm my cock exploding and sending my cum shooting out right onto my breasts.
As I lay there in my after glow I started picturing my sister in my head. I closed my eyes forming a complete picture of Jamie in my head. I pulled on every memory I had of her forming a complete image of her in my head. Keeping my eyes shut I imagined her and pushed that image of her onto my body. I could feel things moving and changing and when it all stopped with eyes still shut I stood up. Slowly I opened my eyes and staring back at me in the mirror was my sister.
So stunned at this, all I could do was stare as I turned around and bent over trying to see everything I could. Finally I let my hands do what my eyes were doing. I laid back on the bed closing my eyes and just ran my hands over every inch of my sisters body. Going straight to my breasts I started caressing and squeezing finally getting the prize I had been aching for. Under the ministrations of my fingers I could feel my nipples harden, moving down to them I gave them a pull when I felt a wet heat coming from between my legs. Going into very unknown territory I slid one hand down my stomach and in between my legs. I could immediately feel heat emanating from my folds. Gingerly I began exploring lightly playing with the area rubbing my fingers up and down coating them in the juice of my excitement. My breaths were now beginning to come in deeper and more ragged as my excitement grew finally resulting in a loud moan as my probing fingers found my clit.
Now feeling flushed and more turned on in a new way than I have even experienced I began to rub my fingers in circles over my clit, going faster and faster until I couldn’t even breathe. The only option my brain gave me was to keep rubbing. And that’s when it hit. My entire body being sent into spasms I twisted around as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt washed over me. With one final wave of ecstasy washing over me blackness edged in.

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Playing Dare with Sis

This is a fictional work and all characters are above 18 years old. Themes involve a brother blackmailing his sister into sex with him and his friend. Do not read if you are not interested in this theme.