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Owned Teacher Chapr 19-21

This is not my own work. This wonderful little piece was written by an another known as “Thumb” about ten to fifteen years ago. I repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it as much as I have over the years.CHAPTER 19
kimmy redid Mary’s make-up and straighten her hair. Then Mrs. Simon handed Mary a bag and told her to put on the clothes inside. She took the clamps off of Mary’s swollen nipples and allowed her to get dressed. kimmy moved off to the other side of the room.
Mary looked in the bag and found a black lace garter belt with matching black stockings and one
of her favorite powder blue business suits. The last time she had seen it was when she was going through her closet for Lisa which seemed like a century ago.
Once she was dressed she saw her reflection in the mirror and was reminded of her old self. How she wished she could go back to those times before all this had happened to her.
kimmy came back across the room and Mary’s breath caught in her throat. She was dressed in Amy’s favorite red dress and her hair was pulled back just the way Amy wore hers. For a second she thought it was Amy before she realized it was kimmy made up to look like her.
Mrs. Simon lead the two over to a couch placed along the wall. She outlined again what was expected of Mary and reminded her that a substitute was available just upstairs if she didn’t do a very convincing job. Mike would direct the video and they were to follow his directions enthusiastically.
Mike ordered the two to sit on the sofa and talk with each other. Mary couldn’t stop seeing Amy not kimmy sitting there. Mike ordered Mary to begin kissing kimmy.
Mary leaned forward knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to bring Amy down to see her mother. She pressed her lips against kimmy and felt kimmy’s tongue searching her mouth.
“More tongue,” order Mike and Mary began running her tongue around kimmy’s hot wet mouth. The kiss went on and on. Mary could feel her pussy heating up. She had been so close so often in the last week, her fuse was short. The warm moist lips on hers were sending false messages to her brain. She couldn’t actually be enjoying kissing her daug…, kimmy like this.
Why was Amy flashing through her mind. The dress and perfume were Amy’s which didn’t allow Mary to put the thought out of her mind..
“Begin to play with her tits bitch while you are kissing.”
Mary moved her hand to kimmy breast and began massaging her through Amy’s dress. She could feel kimmy hard nipples through the material. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The hard nubs were burning her hands as she opened the buttons on the dress and reached inside to touch the bare breast. Amy moaned into her open mouth as the kiss became more arduous.
Their tongues were waged in a real battle and Mary could feel herself getting more and more excited by the demanding tongue and lips kissing her and the feel of the warm swollen breast in her hand. kimmy opened the jacket on Mary’s suit baring her breasts to the camera. Mary was to the point she hardly noticed. Her nipples were swollen and painfully stiff. kimmy’s touch was like electricity to her sensitive nipples.
Mary’s breath was becoming labored as her body climbed to it’s natural peak in this unnatural
situation. Mary leaned forward and took kimmy’s nipple into her mouth. Shewondered why but couldn’t stop herself. She was sucking and nibbling kimmy’s nipples while kimmy slipped her jacket off and twisted and pulled her tender nipples. Mary’s pussy was almost steaming. ‘This is not normal but I need it.’ thought Mary as her knees slid apart.
kimmy stood and removed her dress and Mary with little direction from Mike reached out and
touched another woman’s pussy . She could feel the heat and juices as they soaked her fingers. kimmy squirmed on the end of the teachers probing fingers.
kimmy pushed Mary’s skirt up revealing her bare thighs. As the sliding skirt continued it upward trip her shaved pussy came into view with her secretions clearly visible. She ran her fingers up Mary’s slit and sent shivers through the teacher’s body. Mike told Mary to lie down on the couch and then had kimmy climb on and continue kissing and rubbing their bodies together. Mary was nearing orgasm. ‘I need to cum but this is not right’ thought the confused
teacher.
kimmy broke the kiss and turned her body around so her face was above Mary’s dripping pussy and Mary was looking into kimmy’s own drenched cunt.
Mike ordered Mary to lick kimmy pussy. Mary was so far gone she had difficulty understanding what he was talking about. Mike hissed, “Get your tongue in that pussy bitch or your daughter will be down here in 30 seconds.”
The mention of her daughter reminded Mary of her impossible situation and she reached out with her tongue touching the other woman’s pussy. She wanted to gag but just at that moment kimmy pushed her pussy down on her face and locked her lips deep in her musty wet slit. Mary’s face was trapped between kimmy’s tight thighs with her lips deep in her disgusting wet slit. To compound her confusion kimmy at that very moment ran her tongue across Mary’s clit sending her over the top. Her body spasmed and she had the most intense orgasm of her
life.
kimmy began sliding her pussy up and down Mary’s lips and face while licking and sucking Mary spasming pussy sending her into repeated orgasms. Mary body was thrashing as she was in the throes of continuing orgasms. kimmy’s pussy kept sliding over her face. Her mouth and nose were surrounded with the kimmy’s hot scent. Soon kimmy was over the top and cumming on the teacher’s face. The two exhausted women couldn’t move for a while and then finally kimmy climbed off Mary. Both women were soaked in sweat and their faces were covered with the others cum.
As Mary began to come back to reality she was shocked with the intensity of her orgasms. There were 5 or 6 that she could remember. Then the realization of what she had done hit her like a sledgehammer. Her body started shaking and she crumpled to the floor vomiting all over herself and the floor. She was appalled at what she had done and allowed to be done to her.
After 10 minutes of uncontrolled sobbing Mrs. Simon slapped Mary very hard across the face. “That’s enough.” She tossed Mary the jacket to her suit and said, “Clean up that mess right now.”
Mary took the jacket and wiped her face first and the wiped the vomit from her body. Then using the jacket to her favorite suit she cleaned the vomit from the floor until it was clean.
“Take off the skirt and throw the suit in the trash teach. I was going to letyou wear it home but now it is ruined.”
Mary did as she was ordered and came back and sat on the couch next to kimmy as she was ordered. She couldn’t look at anyone she was so ashamed. She sat with her stocking covered leg locked tightly together totally ashamed of what had just happened.
“That was quite a performance teach. Lets watch the video.”
Then Mary was forced to watch herself in an obscene lesbian sex session. Mike pointed out how it looked as if she seduced this young girl and had sex with her. Mary tried to look away but Mike forced her to watch every minute. The video lasted 90 minutes which was a surprise to Mary it hadn’t seemed that long. She was ashamed that it seemed she enjoyed herself tremendously. The film showed her having repeated orgasms and licking kimmy like there was no tomorrow.
“I think anyone watching this will see you are a child seducing lesbian slut. I hope for your sake we don’t have to show it to anyone.”
Mary realized that she was beyond any hope now. No one seeing this tape would ever believe she had been forced to make it. And kimmy looked about 14-15 in the video. Then she noticed that the couch was exactly like the one in her house and the picture behind the couch was like her’s also. They had planned everything and now she was caught in a web from which there was no escape.
When the video ended Mrs. Simon went upstairs. Mary was petrified that they would send Amy down. She sighed with relief when Lisa and her father came down alone.
“We heard there was a hot new video. Lets watch it together.”
Mary couldn’t believe she was going to be forced to watch her indecent behavior again.
Mr. Simon said to Mary, “Since you have seen this already crawl over here and suck on this,” as her lowered his pants exposing his huge semi-hard cock.
Mary knew he was big but she couldn’t believe he was so large and he wasn’t even hard yet. She slide to the floor and crawled across the room as she saw her disgusting video starting again. When she reached Mr. Simon he grabbed her by the hair and fed his hardening cock into her open mouth. “Take it slow and easy teach I hear this tape is a long one.”
Mary began sucking the growing cock in her mouth. She knew she had no choice. Her life would never be the same again but she could at least protect her husband and daughter from the humiliation of what she had gotten herself into.
“You look like you real enjoy kissing kimmy pet.” said Lisa as she watched the video. She made constant comments about what Mary had done on the tape while her teacher knelt practically naked and sucked her father’s cock.
Mary just wished it would all end. She wanted to go home and wake up from this nightmare. She could feel the cock in her mouth growing and pulsing. She tasted the precum on her tongue as she slide her lips up and down the thick pole.
“kimmy go over and slide under pet and lick her pussy while she sucks daddy,” ordered Lisa.
The naked slave of her brothers crawled over and slide under the kneeling teacher forcing her legs wider apart. Her mouth directly below Mary’s red swollen pussy. She reached out with her tongue and began licking inside the spread teacher’s pussy. Her nose was running over Mary’s swollen clit and sending bolts of pleasure through her body.
Mary struggled to pull her mouth off the leaking cock in her mouth and escape the lips and tongue probing her private area. Mr. Simon held her in place easily and forced his cock into her throat gagging her until she stopped struggling. When she settled he withdrew slightly and allowed her to breath again and moved her head up and down as a signal to get busy.
Mary was trapped. A thick, hard cock in her mouth pulsing and growing, ready to fill her mouth with cum and a young woman’s tongue thrashing her clit and setting her body afire. She couldn’t resist either. She slid her lips down the throbbing shaft and gave in to the tormenting tongue and was overcome by another earth shattering orgasm.
Lisa’s father shot a thick load down her open throat and then pulled his squirting cock and blasted her face with hot burning cum.
“What a slut you are pet. You must really love being used. You can cum from sucking a hot cock and you obviously love having your pussy licked. What would your class say if they could see you now? I bet your husband never made you cum like that.”
“Nooooo, I do not enjoy this at all,” stuttered the cum covered teacher. ‘What is wrong with me? How can I cum when they are making me do these filthy things. I’m a happily married teacher with a wonderful family. I could never enjoy anything like this.’ Yet…how could she explain her orgasms. They were more powerful than any she had ever experienced before.?
Mary remained kneeling with the softening cock in her mouth while they finished watching her video. She was thankful she didn’t have to watch it again.
When the video was over Mary was lead back to her cage and locked in. The TV was wheeled in front of the cage and the video was started again. It was set to rewind and continue to play until someone shut it off. kimmy was ordered to slip a dress over her naked body and lead up stairs. The lights were shut off leaving the confused teacher in the dark watching herself perform acts she had never even imagined. She could feel the cum drying on her face as her exhausted body drifted off to sleep to the light of the TV showing her continuous orgasms into kimmy’s mouth.
CHAPTER 20
Mary’s sleep was restless at best with the constant flickering of the TV reminding her of what she had been through. She shuttered at the thought that she had enjoyed everything to the point of repeated orgasms. Here she was locked, practically naked, in a dog cage with a very explicit video of her and another woman playing over and over and her pussy was soaking wet with her excitement. How could she ever get back to a ‘normal’ life?
As these thoughts ran through her mind the lights came on and she heard 2 pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. She couldn’t see who was coming and hoped one of them wasn’t Amy.
Lisa came around the corner followed by kimmy on a leash. Mary breathed a sigh of relief.
kimmy open her cage and Mary crawled out stretching her cramped legs. She remained kneeling hoping that pleased Ms. Simon.
“kimmy is going to help you to shower so we can go out tonight pet. I want you to be sure to thank her for being so kind. Use your imagination. She has been ordered to report to me on your behavior and I trust you will meet my expectations.”
kimmy lead Mary to the small bathroom on the other side of the basement. She knelt and removed Mary’s heels and stockings. Standing she removed Mary’s garter belt and finally her collar. kimmy removed her own collar but her heels were locked on and she lead Mary into the tiny shower after adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature.
kimmy took the soap and lathered Mary’s exhausted body. She kneaded her stiff sore muscles with her slippery hands. Once Mary was clean kimmy began massaging and rubbing her breasts with the swollen nipples. One hand slipped down and into her steaming pussy. As kimmy’s fingers slid up and down her slit and over her nipples Mary’s hips began to sway back and forth. She quickly was lost in a fog as her body responded to kimmy expert manipulations. Out of
nowhere Mary’s body was slammed by an intense orgasm that caused her knees to give out and she would have slipped to the floor had not kimmy’s fingers been deeply embedded in her spasming pussy.
“Now it’s your turn,” said kimmy as she gently pushed down on Mary’s shoulder pushing her to her knees.
With the warm shower falling over her, Mary in a contented daze, reached out and spread kimmy dainty pussy lips and began to run her tongue up and down over her swollen clit. As Mary came down from her high she realized what she was doing and tried to pull away but kimmy held her face firmly against her humping pussy.
With a loud moan kimmy’s secretions flowed onto Mary’s licking lips. Her hips thrusting forward forcing Mary’s face deep into her wet pussy.
After her orgasm kimmy pulled Mary back to her feet and gave her a hard deep kiss to which Mary, to her dismay, responded enthusiastically. Finally kimmy broke the kiss and finished showering with Mary. The two got out of the shower and toweled each other dry. Mary was dismayed that she was actually feeling an attraction for this young woman.
kimmy put her collar on and then fastened Mary’s collar around her neck. Maryslipped on her heels at kimmy’s direction and with kimmy carrying the discarded stockings and garter belt the two left the steamy bathroom.
As the two naked slaves entered the basement they saw Lisa sitting on the couch watching TV. “Your clothes for tonight are over there on the chair pet. Get dressed and kimmy will fix your hair and make-up for you. I’ll be upstairs getting ready. I put your purse there too with all of your required articles. Be sure to bring it when we leave. kimmy when you finish with pet Mike wants to use you up in his room. Be sure to slip a dress on before coming up so we don’t shock our guest.”
“Yes Ms. Simon”. responded the two slaves in unison.
Mary moved to the chair and found a pair of 5″ red heels and a pair on denim bib overalls. Stepping out of her current heels Mary slipped into the overalls. She found them to be at least 2 sizes too large. After fastening the suspenders over her shoulders she adjusted the straps so that her breasts were covered as much as possible, which wasn’t much, and the waist was in the right place. She could slid both hands down inside the overalls without opening them. She knew she was in for an evening of embarrassment and putting herself on display again. She wasn’t sure she could do it again. She put the heels on her feet and buckled the straps on her ankles. Her breasts fell out the side of the bib with the slightest sideward movement.
kimmy expertly applied her makeup in the fashion Ms. Simon liked and her hair was done as any normal teenage would love. Her earrings were changed to larger hoops in each of the five holes. When Mary looked in the mirror she was shocked to see herself. She looked more like a teenager than ever with the clothes and the make-up. The hair and earrings were the finishing touches that brought her image together. The heels and overalls made her look like a teenage slut on the prowl. She couldn’t possible go out in public like this.
Slipping a dress over her head kimmy gave Mary a fleeting kiss and climbed the steps to her Master. Mary was left standing there waiting for her owner. She used the time to check her purse and found her black dildo, plug, nipple clamps and 11 rubbers. “What does she have planned tonight” Mary mumbled to herself. I hope food is part of her plan. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and that wasn’t much.
Shortly Lisa came down wearing a stylish skirt and sweater with white socks and tennis shoes. She really was attractive.
Grabbing Mary’s leash, “Come pet we have places to go and people to see.”
Mary discovered walking in the high heels caused her body to sway from side to side slightly which threaten to cause her breasts to pop out the sides of the overalls. She would have to walk very carefully.
As they drove across town in Mike’s van with Lisa at the wheel. Mary waited in fear to see what her owner had planned tonight. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Well pet tonight we are going to the “Hub” (a local teenage hangout with an extensive arcade, bowling alley, pizza shop, and dance floor).
Mary’s greatest fears were coming true. She was going to be displayed to a horde of teenagers looking like a hot teenager wanting to get some action.
“First we are going to get a pizza and some Coke. Then you will find at least six different guys and take them individually or as a group out to the van and show them each a good time. I want 6 rubbers filled and in your purse for me tonight. Tie them tight so you don’t leak any of their valuable nutrients. ”
“Ms. Simon your pet can’t do that. There are kids from our school who go there.”
“Well you better be careful then. You wouldn’t want anyone else to have bad evidence on you would you?”
“Please Ms. Simon your pet begs to go somewhere else.”
“Enough whining. I want to go there and that’s we are going. If you can’t or won’t do as you are told you will be severely punished and then all of your pictorial history will be exposed. Daddy is making several copies of your video now.”
“Ms. Simon your pet will do as ordered but is begging for your compassion and understanding.”
Lisa parked the van in a dark corner of the lot and removed Mary’s collar. Come in and eat first you have a lot to do tonight and we need to advertise you are here.
Mary followed Lisa into the “Hub” very conscious of the display her loose breasts were providing under the too large bib of her outfit. Lisa found a table in the center of the pizza shop and sent her self conscious pet to get a small pizza with a coke and water.
Mary walked to the counter very aware that her heels made her ass sway and her breasts threatening to fall out the side at any moment. She placed her order and stood trying to hide herself waiting for it. She surveyed the crowd looking for faces she might recognize and need to avoid and also looking for prospects to complete her assignment. Her face blushed hot and red when she realized she was looking over a room of teenage boys to find six guys
to gather cum from.
When the pizza was finished Mary took it with the 2 drinks back to the table. Lisa indicated she should stand and and gave her one piece of pizza.
“This should give you enough energy to get through the evening. Eat up and then get busy. You have 2 hours.”
Mary thankfully ate the pizza even though she didn’t taste it. Her mind was on what she was now being required to do. She was also appalled at herself because she could feel the moisture growing in her pussy as she thought about what she was about to do.
As soon as she finished the pizza Mary moved into the arcade area. She had no idea how to begin to get the first boy to take her to the van. As she was pondering her plan she heard someone say “hi”. She turned and found herself face to face with a rather good looking young man.
“Hi” she replied.
They got into a pleasant conversation and Mary noticed his eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her semi exposed breasts. After about 10 minutes of chatting Mary finally got the courage to ask him if he would like to take a walk. Of course he was more than willing. As they went outside Mary steered him toward the van. She hoped she had the courage to get through this. When they were next to the van Mary swallowed her pride and leaning close gave
the young man hard tongue lashing kiss. She allowed his hands to roam freely over her breasts.
Mary was ashamed that she was getting excited by this perverse action but she convinced herself she was being forced to do this. She opened the door to the van and pulled her current partner into the van. After locking the door Mary knew she would complete the assignment.
Mary slid the straps off her shoulder allowing the bib to fall baring her breasts to her young suitor. He began sucking her nipples and she opened her purse and took out the first rubber.
Mary had planned to suck the six guys which wouldn’t be too bad because they would cum in a rubber and she would be , in her mind, uninvolved. But her pussy was signaling her brain it needed filled. Mary slid out of her pants while her current lover pulled out his thick hard cock. Mary opened the rubber and slid it over the head of his tool and rolled it down the shaft. Laying back she spread her legs and pulled the young man on top of her guiding him into her steaming hole.
The young man was so turned on by the fact the this older girl was fucking him he lasted only about 15 strokes before he shot a huge wad into the rubber. He collapsed onto the frustrated Mary. She had just been getting into the rhythm when he shot off.
Struggling out from under the young man Mary carefully rolled the rubber off the spent cock and tied the end so that nothing would leak out.
Mary hurried to dress and get the young guy out so she could get on to number 2 and hopefully get the fire in her pussy extinguished. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that she had been with this guy 45 minutes. She only had 1 hour and 15 minutes to get 5 more rubbers filled. She couldn’t believe she had sunk to the level of gathering cum to please her owner. But she had to protect her family. Rushing the guy out of the van Mary quickly
moved back to the arcade to find number 2.
Mary decided to take the direct approach since her time was running out faster than she expected. She saw a tall muscular blond guy near the door and walked directly up to him with her breasts threatening to pop out the sides of her bib at any moment. “Couldyou help me?” she asked.
A quick look at the practically exposed teacher and he answered, “Sure. What’s the problem?”
“I need some help out at my van.” the embarrassed teacher responded. She could not believe she was picking up this young man just to milk his cock for a rubber full of cum. She didn’t recognize this person she had become. Mary took his hand and lead him out to the parking lot.
When Mary reached the van she opened the door and invited the shocked boy inside. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
Mary closed the door and shrugging the straps from her shoulders she kissed the astonished boy passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands began to squeeze and fondle Mary’s breasts and swollen nipples as she struggled to get his pants open and release his thickly swollen cock. Once she had freed his hard cock from his jeans she immediately rolled a rubber down its 9″ length. This rubber had little nubs all around the head she noticed as she
was putting it on the excited boy. “Please done cum too soon,” she panted as she pulled the boy between her legs.
Mary could feel the nubs on the rubber sliding over her clit and deep into her boiling hole. Thanks to the nubs Mary reached an intense orgasm quickly and wrapping her legs around the trusting blond hunk she worked to give him a quick release. To her amazement he had great staying power and brought her to a second more powerful orgasm before erupting into the rubber.
Mary was weak from her orgasms and laid quietly for several minutes with the young man shrinking cock still in her pussy before she realized she needed to get moving. She carefully slide out from under the boy and removed his filled rubber and tied it tight. As she was slipping back into her overalls Mary glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that this guy had used 35 minutes of her remaining time. She became frantic when she realized she only
had 40 minutes to get 4 more rubbers filled.
She thanked the boy for his ‘help’ and rushed back into the arcade. As soon as she walked in she spotted a group of boys from her school. Knowing she couldn’t let them see her she rushed back out into the parking lot. ‘Now what am I going to do?’ she wondered.
Without much thought knowing if she didn’t complete her assignment her owner would punish her severely she stopped two boys about to enter the ‘Hub’. “Could you guys help me with my van?’ she asked. She hated that she allowed herself to be forced to do this but she had no choice.
“Sure.” they answered giving each other a leering look.
Mary led them to the van and opened the door inviting them inside. She couldn’t believe she was acting this way but she said to the boys. “I need cock.” she said as she reached for their zippers. The boys helped her to get their cocks out and fondled her breasts which fell out of her bib while she rolled a rubber on each boy. She kicked off her overalls and had one boy sit in the chair in the back of the van and told the other boy to get behind her. She guided the boy behind her into her well used pussy and slide her mouth down on the other boy.
The sheer depravity of her position caused her to experience another powerful orgasm as one boy shot his load in her pussy and the other’s pulsing cock pumped a thick load into her mouth.
Knowing her time was running out the tired teacher collected the two filled rubbers and hustled the boys out of the van. She scanned the lot and spotted three guys getting out of a car near the van. Recognizing she had very little time she had no choice. She approached the boys and asked for their help with the van.. Looking at her disheveled appearance and her breast which was peaking out from under the bib, they readily agreed.
Mary took all three boys into the van and sliding out of her overall she helped the boys to get their pants open. After putting rubbers on all three boys Mary got in the same position and guided one into her pussy and swallowed the second while holding the third hot cock in her hand pumping it slowly.
Because her pussy was slick with her juices the boy fucking her lasted a very long time during which she sucked off the first boy and then the third boy. Finally the second boy shot into her pussy and she quickly gathered her filled rubbers and kissed each boy good bye.
Mary straighten herself as much as possible and cautiously went into the arcade to find her owner. Mary spotted Lisa sitting at the same table talking with two girls she didn’t recognize. She went over and stood silently waiting for Lisa to acknowledge her.
Lisa ignored her for 10 minutes before looking at her and asking, “Did you get what you were told to get?”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Did you spill something on your lap pet?” asked Lisa with a wicked smile.
Mary looked down and saw the entire crotch of her overalls was a huge dark blue spot. Her face turned several shades of red when she saw her mess.
“Go wait for me in the van. And by the way you were 10 minutes late getting back.”
Mary answered “Yes Ms. Simon.” With lowered eyes and shaking inside Mary move quickly to the van knowing she had not been successful in avoiding punishment.CHAPTER 21
Mary hurried to the van wanting to get away from the embarrassment she had been through. Once she was inside she locked the door and slide down in the seat hugging her used body. The van reeked of sex and Mary could feel the wetness in the crotch of her overalls.
As she sat there her mind began to wonder back to the events of the evening and she was horrified that her pussy was again throbbing and leaking onto her pants. ‘What had she become?’ Her mind was saturated with the thoughts of the young boys and their throbbing cocks. Her hands reached into her purse and felt the 7 cum filled rubbers reminding her that she had enjoyed what had happened to her. She had even orgasmed. She was so ashamed.
But she had disappointed her owner. Lisa was sure to punish her and she deserved everything her owner did to her. ‘Why am I feeling this way? What is happening to me?’
Lisa left her pet in the van for over an hour while she relaxed with her friends. When she finally went out to the van she found her pet huddled in the passengers seat hugging herself with tears dried on her cheeks.
“Please forgive your humble pet Ms. Simon,” said Mary as soon as she heard the door opening. She wanted her owners forgiveness.
“Too late pet. You have embarrassed me by not obeying my instructions. I expect more from my pets and when I don’t get what I expect I have to punish them so they will improve.”
“Your pet understands and accepts any punishment you demand Ms. Simon.”
Lisa smiled to herself and started the van. “Sit up straight and lower your bib pet, ordered Lisa.
Mary sat tall and lowered the bib baring her breasts to anyone who looked. As they drove through the parking lot Lisa honked the horn so that people would look and see her pet on display.
Mary cringed but remained sitting tall facing forward as her owner displayed her breasts to all the teenagers in the parking lot. She knew her face was beet red but she had to be punished for embarrassing her owner.
Lisa drove toward Mary’s house but decided to drive through a fast food place because she didn’t want Mary to become too weak to continue. Her night was just beginning.
Mary sat bare chested as they drove through and got their food. Lisa ordered Mary a chicken sandwich with a side salad and a glass of water. Then Lisa parked in the nearly deserted lot under a light while Mary wolfed down her food. She didn’t even notice the car load of young boys who parked next to them and were ogling her bare breasts.
When she finished eating Lisa told her to wave good bye to the boys. She became mortified when she realized they had been staring at her exposed breasts. Her impulse was to cover herself but knew that would further displease her owner so she swallowed her pride and waved to the boys allowing them a clear view of her naked breasts.
When they arrived at the teacher house Lisa ordered Mary into the kitchen. She left Mary standing in the center of the room with her overalls around her ankles while she went back out to the van.
When she returned she ordered Mary to carry a kitchen chair into the living room and sit down on it in the center of the room. Mary was left with only her heels on her feet as she sat on the hard wooden chair. Lisa when up stairs to her room and returned in a few minutes with several items in her arms.
Lisa ordered Mary to stand and she sat in the chair. “Pet you really need to learn to follow instructions. You have disobeyed me every time I gave you a task to perform. I intend to punish you to encourage you to be a better pet. You do want to be a better pet don’t you?”
“Yes Ms. Simon your pet wishes to improve and please you.”
“Show me your collection tonight pet.”
Mary went to her purse and took out the 7 cum filled rubbers.
“Why are there 7 ? I ordered you to fill 6.” demanded an irritated Lisa.
“Ms. Simon the last group I could get had 3 boys and I had to do them all.”
“Let me explain. I said 6 rubbers filled. If you got yourself in a situation where you had more boys than rubbers allotted you should have done the extra without a rubber. Are you totally stupid?”
“Sorry Ms. Simon, your pet understands now.”
“Bend over my lap pet.”
Mary bent over her owners lap knowing she was about to be spanked like a naughty child.
“You kept me waiting 10 minutes, you couldn’t stop and wasted a rubber, and you are in your house without your collar. We will start with 50 swats with this hairbrush. Count each swat pet.”
SMACK “One”
SMACK “Two”
By the tenth swat Mary was sobbing and having difficulty counting the swats.
SMACK “Ffffffifteen”
The spanking continued. By the 25th swat Mary’s ass was on fire and she was squirming uncontrollable on Lisa’s lap.
Lisa paused for a moment and reached between her pets thighs and felt her juices flowing freely. “You really enjoy this don’t you pet?”
“No Ms. Simon it hurts terribly.”
“Your pussy tells me you are enjoying this. Don’t cum my pet.”
An embarrassed teacher endured the remaining 25 swats in more pain than she had ever endure in her entire life yet a building heat in her pussy disturbed her even more. When Lisa was finished Mary’s ass was a deep red and throbbing in pain. “Stand up pet and don’t touch your ass or pussy.”
Lisa got off the chair and placed a rubber pad on the seat. The pad was covered tiny hard rubber nubs.
“Ms. Simon may your pet get her collar?’ asked Mary through the tears from her spanking.
“Yes pet and get your plug too.”
Mary hurried to her purse and took out her collar and plug.
“Put your plug where you like to have it pet.”
While she didn’t like the plug in her ass Mary knew where Lisa wanted it. She bent her knees slightly and performed the humiliating task of sliding the plug deep into her ass.
“Sit here pet.” ordered Lisa indicating the nubbed pad.
Mary gently lowered her throbbing ass onto the pad. Her pain intensified and the plug slide even deeper into her ass.
Lisa the tied Mary’s hands behind the chair and the to the rung under the chair holding her to the seat. Then she tied a rope above and below Mary’s breasts forcing her tightly against the back of the chair.
Then Lisa ordered Mary to lift her legs and put her heels on the front edge of the chair. This cause Mary to spread her legs to accommodate Lisa’s order and sent jolts of pain through her abused ass.. Mary used this position to lift her sore ass slightly from the nubbed pad to ease the pain.
“I want you to drop your feet and squeeze your thighs together holding this in place”, said Lisa as she slide an 8″ long vibrator deep into Mary’s sopping wet pussy. “My, my you are really getting into this pet.”
An ashamed teachers blushed even deeper red but said nothing as she dropped her legs holding the vibrator deep inside her pussy. She knew to allow it to slip out would make matters much worse and she wanted to show her owner she could be obedient.
Lisa then tied Mary’s thighs tightly together locking the vibrator in place. She then bound her knees and ankles tightly together. Mary was now immobilized in the middle of her living room, naked tied to a chair with her ass plugged and her pussy leaking juices around a long hard vibrator locked in her pussy. How much worse could it get?
Lisa moved to the TV and inserted a video tape into the machine and turned it on. Mary was shocked to see the inside of the van. Then she saw herself and the first boy she brought into the van that night. “What?”
“The van is equipped with a sound activated infrared video camera. We have your entire evening recorded forever here.” explained Lisa.
As they watched the tape Lisa commented on Mary’s actions. Her technique was critiqued and responses were noted. Mary was especially ashamed of her pleasure that was evident throughout the video. She was nothing more the a bitch in heat in the video. It clearly demonstrated she was the aggressor and that she enjoyed every minute of it. Lisa pointed out that while the first two boys were 18 the 3rd and 4th were sophomores which makes them 16 and the last three were 17, 16, and 15. Clearly underage. “After you finish watching this tonight I’ll have daddy make several copies in case you want them distributed”.
Just when Mary thought it couldn’t get any worse it did. Now she could lose her job and family and go to jail. Lisa truly owned her now.
“I’m really tired pet. I’ll put your rubbers in the fridge you enjoy the video.” said Lisa as she went into the kitchen.
‘I can stand this punishment’. thought Mary, ‘I thought it would be worse’.
Lisa came back into the room ,”Oh I forgot a few things.” She moved in front of Mary and what she had in her hands brought panic to Mary’s heart. Lisa had a skirt hanger with the two clamps spaced wide apart. Mary knew Lisa was going to attach them to her nipples. The pain was much worse than the nipple clamps.
Lisa stepped back to admire her work. “We are almost done pet. But I don’t want to listen to you all night so open wide.”
Mary opened her mouth and Lisa fastened the penis gag into place. Her nipples were throbbing she knew it would be a long night.
Then Lisa did something the Mary didn’t expect. She lifted Mary’s bound legs until she could attach the hanger hook on the skirt hanger around the rope binding Mary’s knees together. “Now if you can hold your legs up all night your nipple won’t be stretched too much.”
Mary’s eyes opened wide with fear. She couldn’t possible do that. She would pull her nipples off. As she struggled to hold her legs up she discovered she could barely get her toes on the edge of the chair which allowed her to take the strain off her nipples but she couldn’t keep them there long because of the strain on her legs.
“One final touch and I’m off to a good nights sleep.” Lisa reached down and forcing her finger between Mary’s tightly bound thighs turned on the vibrator. “Good night pet”.
Lisa went up stairs to bed and left Mary tied in the living room with all the lights on and the video playing.
Mary struggled to keep the strain off her nipples by alternating holding her legs up and using her toes to rest her cramping thighs. She tried to ignore the buzzing deep in her pussy and the ache of her ass resting her entire weight on the nubbed pad. She could see herself fucking and sucking teenage boys on her TV and when she glanced at the entry way she saw herself as she looked now. Her mind was overloaded but she had to concentrate on protecting her stretching nipples. Her discomfort was growing each minute but so far she was able to maintain herself.
Suddenly out of the blue her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Her legs slipped and she painful pulled her nipples, which much to her dismay triggered another more intense orgasm. As the pain increased so did the intensity of her orgasms. By morning she was totally exhausted and her body was overwhelmed by the pain of her stretching nipples and the pleasure in her pussy which because it was so intense and so often was almost like a pain too.
When Lisa came down she saw her pet soaked with sweat with her thighs quivering and the nubbed pad on the chair were cover with her juices. It was even dripping on the floor. Mary seemed to be in a daze.
Lisa released the hanger from the rope around her knees allowing her legs to fall to the floor and her nipples to draw back from their stretched length but she left the hanger attached to her nipples. Sliding her finger between her soaked thighs Lisa turned off the buzzing vibrator. Next she removed the gag from her pets mouth.
“Your pet is sorry Ms. Simon.”
“Don’t you want to thank me?”
Your pet thanks you for teaching me the importance of complete obedience.”
Mary was so exhausted she passed out at this point.
Lisa finished untying her pet and lowered her to the floor in her own juices and allowed her to sleep. She had plans for this evening.

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Used By My Sister

Grandpa gets sick, Mom goes to him, and my sister practically rapes me. Fortunately you can’t rape the willing.

7Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Seven
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Seven Summary: Brainy birds are naughty!
Harry cursed at himself for his own stupidity as he dashed behind the couch where Hermione had landed. Hermione had simply wanted to see how his love based magic affected his power and Harry had complied. He concentrated on his love based magic and yet, somehow he bollixed it all up. He meant to cast a simple Cheering Charm on Hermione but instead he must have hit her with a Banishing Charm. Harry blew her off of her feet and she ended up falling behind the couch. As Harry rounded the corner of the couch in question, he expected to see the woman he loved crumpled in a heap on the floor. Bafflingly, he found nothing but the floor of the Common Room. ‘Where could she have gone?’ he thought.
Before Harry could continue his search, he heard a soft “whoosh” sound and felt a draft on ‘/Harry, Jr./’ Looking down, Harry saw that his pajama top was still on, but his pajama bottoms had mysteriously dropped down around his ankles, leaving his lower half naked and exposed.
Harry quickly bent over to re-cover himself, and to recover whatever was left of his dignity, when he felt, rather than heard, Hermione run toward him from behind. Apparently, Harry’s naked bum was too good of a target for Hermione to pass up. The wizard yelped as Hermione roughly, painfully, and quite unexpectedly smacked his left arse cheek. Before Harry could regain his wits enough to stop Hermione, she had disappeared again. He was busy rubbing his red bum when Hermione dashed out of nowhere and laid an equally painful thwack to his unprotected right cheek. Harry jumped up in pain at Hermione’s strike. Unfortunately, this jump, added with the fact that his pajama bottoms were still around his ankles, caused Harry to fall to the ground in a very unflattering position: his face was on the ground while his naked posterior was sticking up in the air. This became another opportunity that was too good for Hermione to pass up.
Harry cried out in pain as Hermione delivered powerful smacks to each of his cheeks at the same time. He finally had the common sense to roll over so that he was sitting on his now welt-covered backside. He looked up and saw Hermione swinging from the chandelier like some sort of crazed trapeze performer. How she got up there was a mystery to Harry, but the bigger mystery was how he was going to get her down. Hopefully, he could perform a levitation charm on her.
Standing holding his wand in one hand while hoisting up his bottoms, Harry was very surprised to see that Hermione had disappeared once again. He was staring at the swinging chandelier when he felt a new draft on his bits. Harry looked down to see that his pants were around his ankles again. Having learned his lesson previously, Harry decided not to temp Hermione to spank his bottom by bending over and giving her a target. He figured it be safer to use his magic to lift up his trousers. Harry had only barely pointed his wand at the fabric when he heard Hermione rushing toward him.
“Oh, shite,” Harry was able to groan out before Hermione physically tackled him by throwing her body at his back. Harry ended up on the floor in the same embarrassing position he had just gotten out of: his naked (but now red) arse sticking up in the air. This time however, Hermione was sitting on the back of his head. She was evidently pretending his backside was a set of bongos because she began to slap, smack, and spank his arse very rapidly and with increasing force.
“OW! OW! OW!” Harry cried in unison with the slaps as Hermione began to sing.
“Baba-loo!”
“OW! OW! OW!”
After several dozen paddles Hermione finally stood and commented on her work. “Wow, look at how red that is! I think it’s actually throwing off light! That is sooo cool!”
As soon as Hermione had gotten off of him, Harry once again rolled over so that he was sitting on his red and throbbing bum. Wincing slightly from the pain in his rear, Harry looked up and saw a very flushed Hermione standing him front of him. Although her eye was still red and irritated from the accidental “/ejaculate in the eye/” situation, she had a face splitting grin.
“That was fun!” Hermione declared. Harry noticed that she had very, very erect nipples; they looked as if they were going to poke holes through her blouse. “Okay, my turn!” Hermione then promptly shoved her bottom in Harry’s face and ordered “Go on, give it a good whack!”
“Hermione, I don’t -” Harry began to whine.
“Smack my arse, Potter!” Hermione commanded.
“Fine,” Harry complied and placed a gentle slap to her bottom.
“What the hell was that? Did a fly land on my bum?” Hermione mockingly asked. She lowered her slacks to reveal her milky white flesh and thin white cotton knickers to Harry. The white cotton knickers, which Harry noted, were fairly damp around Hermione’s flower. At first, Harry thought that it was just sweat, after all the witch had been running around the room. But he could have sworn he smelt the musky odor of her arousal. “When I say ‘/smack my arse/’ I mean it. Now spank me!”
“Hermione I don’t want to hurt you,” objected Harry.
“SPANK MY BOTTOM NOW!” Hermione demanded.
Spurned on by her command – and a little fearful of her wrath if he didn’t comply – Harry smacked her tender flesh with a resounding slap, his fear combined with his own sore bottom making him use a great deal more force than he intended.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Hermione chanted through gritted teeth (but still grinning like a madwoman) as she hopped around Harry. “That felt sooo good!” She paused in front of Harry to lower her knickers so that her bottom was completely exposed, a sight that Harry marveled in. Right before his eyes, a hand shaped red welt rapidly developed on her naked bum. “That’s a good one, isn’t it? Now kiss it and make it better.”
Rather than argue, Harry leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her red flesh. Her skin felt incredibly hot under his lips.
“Now rub it,” Hermione ordered.
But before Harry could happily fulfill Hermione’s wish, a soft “/ahem/” from the entrance to the Common Room drew their attention. Minerva McGonagall stood patiently by the entrance while pretending that nothing unusual was happening and she was busying herself by examining something in the corner away from Harry and Hermione.
As quickly as he could, Harry stood and pulled up his pants, covering ‘/Harry, Jr/.’. Harry turned, assuming that Hermione had done the same seeing how her bum was hanging out of her slacks. But Hermione hadn’t. In fact she wasn’t anywhere near Harry. Instead she was doing pirouettes in a circle around McGonagall like a ballerina on a sugar high. A ballerina on a sugar high who happened to have her very pretty, and very bare, arse hanging out of her slacks, mind you.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” McGonagall asked sternly as Hermione, while giggling non-stop, continued to pirouette around the Headmistress. The Headmistress scrutinized Hermione’s puffy red eye as the younger witch spun around her. “Is something wrong with your eye? Were you hit with a Conjunctivitis Curse?”
Hermione paused momentarily from her incessant spinning to answer McGonagall’s question. “Kind of, it was Harry’s own special /Cum-/junctivits Curse.” She then frantically pantomimed the cause, pointing between her eye and Harry’s crotch as if McGonagall needed a visual reference to her crude joke. Thankfully, Harry thought, judging by McGonagall’s skeptical expression, the prim Headmistress didn’t get it. At McGonagall’s questioning look, Hermione felt the need to explain her joke further. “He came in my-” Harry dashed forward and clamped his hand down on her mouth, hoping to muffle the word “eye.”
“What the hell are you two doing?” McGonagall demanded, as a grinning Hermione wrenched herself away from Harry.
“Um… we… we’re… uh experimenting…” answered Harry, ending up speaking very loudly. He had to answer loudly because the still bare-arsed Hermione was now standing on the window seat singing “/I’m a Little Teapot/” at the top of her lungs.
“I’M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT.”
“I would suggest that you should stop your ‘/experiment’/ sometime soon,” stated McGonagall over Hermione’s caterwauling.
“HERE IS MY HANDLE, HERE IS MY SPOUT!”
“What was that, ma’am?” asked Harry pretending as if Hermione singing a children’s song at the top of her lungs was an everyday occurrence.
“WHEN I GET ALL STEAMED UP, HEAR ME SHOUT:”
“I would suggest that you should stop your ‘/experiment’/ sometime soon,” McGonagall repeated, trying her best to tune out Hermione’s less than dulcet song.
It was at this point that Hermione had decided to veer away from the traditional lyrics of “/I’m a Little Teapot/” by improvising some of her own.
“JUST PUSH ME ON THE BED AND EAT ME OUT!” Hermione also added something akin to a dance move as well; when she “/sung/” the words “… and eat me out!” she thrust her hips lewdly at Harry.
Both Harry and McGonagall stared at Hermione with stunned expressions. Ignoring the stares, Hermione hopped off of the seat and began to do wind sprints around the Room. McGonagall and Harry turned to each other and shared a look that clearly stated that neither one would ever mention Hermione’s song. Ever.
“Ron Weasley has requested to stop by in an hour or so,” McGonagall continued, speaking as if one of her favorite students was not behaving in anything less than a most responsible manner. Only her pale face, due to Hermione’s song, gave away any sort of clue as to her current mindset.
“Ron’s stopping by?” Harry asked disbelievingly.
“Yes, he said you wanted to talk to the two of you,” concluded McGonagall.
Knowing Ron, his idea of a “talk” would include him yelling and perhaps even screaming. The “talk” would also include him accusing Harry of being a glory hound and/or stealing his girl, then making Hermione cry, and then storming off.
Hermione stomped up to McGonagall, threw up her arms and cried out in an overly joyous manner, “I’m so depressed!”
Harry finally decided that it was time to lift the super-powered Cheering Charm off of Hermione. He pointed his wand at her and quickly cast a simple: “/Finite/!”
Much to both Harry and McGonagall’s surprise, Hermione’s ‘jolly’ mood did not dissipate. Instead she attempted to do a cartwheel away from the Headmistress. Her attempt failed and the brunette witch crashed to the ground. The rational part of Harry’s mind felt embarrassed for his girlfriend at her crash. However, the naughty part of Harry’s mind (the part of the brain that has control over most thought processes in most males) liked the way Hermione naked bum jiggled when it hit the floor.
Regaining his composure after being enticed by Hermione’s naked bottom, Harry looked at his wand disbelievingly as Hermione stood up, laughing. Again, he pointed his wand and said, “/Finite/!”
Apparently, the second cancellation spell worked as well as the first, seeing that Hermione still continued to laugh.
“Why isn’t it working?” McGonagall asked.
Before Harry could speculate as to the reasons, Hermione dashed at him and shouted, “Maybe because he’s using the wrong wand!” She then promptly yanked Harry’s trousers down and before he could cover himself up, she grabbed ‘/Harry, Jr.’/ and suggested, “Here, use this wand and see if it works!’
“Good grief!” McGonagall exclaimed as she tried to shield her eyes.
“Hermione,” Harry whined as he tried to push her hands away from his bits so that he could cover them.
“Fine, have it your way spoil sport,” Hermione said as she gave up and let ‘/Harry, Jr./’ go. This of course freed up her hands to do other things, like spank Harry’s naked bottom.
Harry cried out in pain as his bum was spanked once more. He recoiled away from Hermione’s hand but this led to him thrusting his bits in McGonagall’s direction. Thankfully, Harry thought, the Headmistress still had her hand over her eyes.
Hiking up his clothing once more, Harry told McGonagall it was okay to look again. But just as the elder witch lowered her hand away from her eyes, Hermione decided to lower Harry’s bottoms again.
“Oh, for pity’s sake!” McGonagall shouted.
It was at this point that Hermione decided to give the Headmistress a special puppet show, with ‘/Harry, Jr./’ being the puppet. She knelt in front of Harry and grabbed his organ once again.
“‘Hello, Professor McGonagall,'” Hermione said in a gruff voice as she held ‘/Harry, Jr./’ and made him bow in a greeting to the older witch. She was squeezing the crown of the appendage so that his urethra was opening and closing as she pretended that the slit was a mouth and it was talking. “‘I’m Harry’s Penis. How are you today?'”
Harry tried to push Hermione off of him, but Hermione held fast to his member. Because of the slight tugging going on, ‘/Harry, Jr./’ started to wake up to see what the commotion was all about.
“‘Gee, Hermione, can I come out to play?'” she ‘asked’ in her gruff voice as she continued to squeeze and tug at ‘/Harry, Jr/.’ “‘I’ve been lonely for a while. Lonely and bored. Can you help?”
“I don’t know Mr. Harry’s Penis,” she replied in her normal voice. “Your friend Harry is being a bit of a spoil sport right now…”
One can hardly blame Harry for what happened; because of all the spanking -yes it hurt, but in a good kind of way – the fact that Hermione bum was completely exposed and naked, and the fact that his girlfriend was literally and figuratively playing with his bits; Harry was starting to get aroused. This of course was mortifying because McGonagall was in the same room as he and Hermione. Harry reckoned that if the Headmistress wasn’t there, he’d let Hermione use ‘/Harry, Jr./’ as a puppet all day long. But the unfortunate fact that McGonagall was there was disturbing.
“Oh, it looks like Harry has decided to let you play after all, Mr. Harry’s Penis!” Hermione exclaimed as the organ began to swell and grow in her hand. “Would you like to play ‘/tonsil boxing/’ with me, or perhaps ‘/all hands on dick/’?”
“Ms. Granger,” McGonagall howled with her hand over her eyes. “I insist you stop this foolishness right now!”
Harry groaned as Hermione stimulated him with her hands – that and the fact that she had just used the word “/dick/,” apparently he discovered that something about Hermione talking dirty made him randy. A bit of clear pre-cum seeped out of ‘/Harry, Jr./’
“Oh, no. You poor thing. You’re crying! Why are you so sad Mr. Harry’s Penis?” asked Hermione in an overly sweetly concerned voice. “Did Professor McGonagall make you upset? Maybe you need a kiss.”
Hermione leaned in and was about to give ‘/Harry, Jr./’ a kiss when Professor McGonagall announced, “This has to stop!”
She whipped out her wand and leveled it at the kneeling witch.
“/Finite/!” the Headmistress shouted.
Hermione paused, mere centimeters away from Harry’s crown. She looked up at Harry and declared with a wink, “We’ll finish the puppet show later!’ She then jumped up and ran around the room while holding her arms out to the side and making airplane noises.
Harry and McGonagall stared at the young witch as she appeared to pretend to be a plane while running around the room. After a bit, they both shared a concerned look. Then McGonagall happened to look down.
“For heaven’s sake, Potter!” she shouted as she covered her eyes yet again. “Cover yourself up!”
Harry looked down and saw that his aroused state was still very much exposed. He quickly hiked up his pajama bottoms, completely embarrassed.
“Sorry about that Professor,” said Harry, indicating that he was now decent.
McGonagall lowered her hand and gave Harry a stern look. She proceeded to say in an austere tone “Cover yourself a little more, Potter!”
Once again, he looked down at himself in shock. He was still fairly erect and was pointing in McGonagall’s direction. It was if ‘/Harry, Jr/.’ was pointing at the Headmistress in an accusatory way and was saying “YOU! It’s your fault! I can’t play with my Hermione because you made her stop! YOU BITCH!”
As quickly as he could, Harry snatched a pillow from the nearby couch and held the fluffy accessory like a shield in front of his crotch.
“Well, at least I know you’re a true Gryffindor,” McGonagall muttered. “You ‘/dress right/’.”
Hermione had finally stopped pretending to be a plan and was now tumbling head over heels across the floor chanting “Hoop-ah!”
“What in the hell did you do to her?” demanded McGonagall as Hermione’s tumbling knocked over a small table, breaking it. Hermione muttered an “oops” and quickly performed a Repair Charm on the broken table.
“I… I just used a Cheering Charm on her,” admitted Harry.
Hermione giggled as she transfigured the table into a dozen tiny, miniscule red elephants.
“How many Cheering Charms did you use on her?” McGonagall asked incredulously.
Unable to answer McGonagall, Harry pointed his wand at Hermione, who was frantically chasing the tiny red elephants around the room.
“/Finite/!” Harry commanded.
Hermione slowed her frantic chase to a trot, but was still giggling like a school-girl.
“/Finite/!” he shouted again.
It was at this point that Hermione seemed to lose interest with the pack of puny pachyderms and started to hop like a bunny toward McGonagall, a bunny with her beautiful bare bum hanging out of her pants.
“/Finite/!”
The hop changed into a skip.
“/Finite/!”
The skip was replaced by a saunter, a saunter with a bounce to it, mind you.
“/Finite/!”
Her bouncy saunter disappeared as Hermione finally reached McGonagall. Harry could tell by the glow in Hermione’s cheeks (both sets, he thought wickedly) and the goofy grin on her face that she was still under the effects of his super-charged Cheering Charm, but he reckoned that it would be close enough.
“I’m sorry Professor,” Hermione said with a chuckle as she hiked up her slacks, covering her bum. This made Harry a tad disappointed. He rather liked seeing her bottom.
“It’s quite alright, Hermione,” replied McGonagall. “I was young and in love once, too.”
It was at this point that McGonagall focused on Harry and the message on his pajamas. She then gave Harry the same saucy smile she had given him the other day. It was like someone had dumped a very large bucket of ice water on his head.
“And speaking of love,” McGonagall said to Hermione, oblivious to Harry’s discomfort, “I thought it would be best if you had a look at today’s /Prophet/.”
The Headmistress pulled a rolled up copy of the newspaper out of her robes and handed it to Hermione.
“Is there anything wrong, Professor?” Harry asked as Hermione took the Prophet from the Headmistress. Harry noted that when she took the paper from McGonagall, Hermione was guffawing softly and he swore he heard her mutter a word that Hermione would never say. But he could have sworn he heard her mutter the word “/gimmie/.”
“Oh, not at all. The Prophet is merely reporting Harry’s declaration he made during the reception yesterday,” McGonagall answered. “I’ll leave you two alone,” with that, McGonagall left the Common Room.
Harry gasped in fear. He had totally forgotten to warn Hermione about his outburst. And now, she was going to hear about it from the /Daily Prophet/!
“What declaration?” Hermione asked as she started to read the front page.
“I’m sorry Hermione,” Harry rapidly spoke. “I kind of told Ron — and everyone else — that I’m in love with -”
“Draco,” Hermione interrupted.
“Yes – What? – NO!” Harry sputtered, stunned.
Hermione started to read the article that adorned the front page of the Daily Prophet/. Of course, since she was still under the effect of the super-charged Cheering Charm, she read it in a silly voice. “‘/The //Chosen/ One announces his forbidden love!’/
“‘/During the Delacour/Weasley wedding yesterday, Harry Potter (The Boy Who Lived, The /Chosen/ One, and Dumbledore’s Man, Through and Through) announced his undying love for novice Death Eater and all-around bad-boy, Draco Malfoy.'”/
“WHAT?” Harry screamed. He could swear that he could hear McGonagall laughing in the hall.
“‘/Stunned guests witnessed as Potter proudly stated that he was in love with the wizard who helped Death Eaters invade Hogwarts.'”/ Hermione continued to read in her giddy voice. “‘/Potter shouted “I don’t care who knows anymore, I’m in love with Draco!”‘/
“Bu… bu… bu… but I’m not gay!” Harry defended himself. “Even if I were, I could never be attracted to Draco. I don’t know where anyone would get that notion. I hate the little ferret.”
“Well, it looks like they’ve got an explanation for that,” Hermione said while trying to fight a fit of laughter. “/’Fred and George Weasley (brothers of the groom) who attended Hogwarts with Potter gave us some insight to Potter and Malfoy’s relationship: “Every time we played a Quidditch match against Slytherin, Draco and Harry would always go for each other’s throats…” Fred told us’/
“/’Yeah, everyone could tell their aggressiveness towards each other was just unresolved sexual tension,” George concluded.'”/
“I-am-going-to-kill-them!” Harry hissed.
“‘Another classmate of Potter, Dean Thomas, informed, “I swear I saw the two of them snogging in the halls last year.””
/ /”Right after I kill him,” Harry hissed again.
“Alas, does this mean we’re over Harry,” Hermione asked with overly-dramatic and obviously fake sadness and dropped the Prophet on the table. “I don’t think I could share you with another man!”
“Oh, shut it!” Harry moaned dejectedly and flopped on the couch. “How’d this happen?”
“Well, you know how this newspaper never gets anything right,” Hermione attempted to console him. Her attempt to comfort him was difficult however seeing that she was still chuckling.
“I know that,” Harry stated and Hermione sat down next to him. “But why would my friends say that about me?”
“That’s simple. As to Fred and George, they did it as a joke,” Hermione explained and then added under her breath “a bloody good one at that.” She then said “And Dean, well he probably did it because you did steal his girlfriend last year.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess I deserved that last bit,” Harry said.
“The girlfriend who happened to look like your mum,” Hermione added. Harry groaned pitifully and Hermione muttered “sicko.”
Hermione pecked Harry’s cheek and announced, “We have an hour or so before Ron gets here and I have something we can do in the mean time. A deviously clever idea struck me while I was under your Cheering Charm.”
“An idea about what?” asked Harry.
“Revenge,” heralded Hermione. She then stood and declared in a very dramatic way: “Revenge against Remus and Tonks!”
Hermione spent the next twenty minutes gathering potion supplies and explaining her plan to Harry.
“I was inspired by Remus’ prank where he used a theory for one spell but used it on a different spell, causing a completely unheard of effect for the latter,” Hermione spoke very rapidly as she threw several ingredients in the simmering cauldron. “I asked myself ‘why don’t we do the same thing? Combine two different things and hit those two with it?’ So, I decided to mix two different potions, a mild Lust Potion and an Infelix Infaustus potion. The Infelix Infaustus potion does the exact opposite of the Felix Felicis, instead of giving the drinker good luck, they’re plagued with bad luck. My theory is that when we combine the Lust and Bad Luck potions, the victims -Remus and Tonks – will have bouts of lowered inhibitions at inappropriate times and places.”
“You lost me at ‘/I was inspired/…'” Harry admitted as he watched his girlfriend stir the contents of the cauldron.
“Remus and Tonks will be molesting each other, much like I did to you when I was under the influence of Ginny’s Lust Potion,” Hermione explained in simpler terms. “But they will be doing it at the most inappropriate times and places. Imagine the next Order of the Phoenix meeting; Molly will be going over the minutes from the last meeting and Tonks will mount Remus right then and there!”
“They’ll be mortified!” exclaimed Harry.
“They’ll never live it down!” proclaimed Hermione.
“They’ll never be able to show their faces in public again!” added Harry.
“Excellent!” both teens gloriously cried out.
Hermione cackled and put in the final ingredient. She carefully poured the contents of the cauldron into a glass vial. “Now all we have to do is sprinkle this over something they’ll eat or into their drinks.”
“How about we sprinkle it over their tea supply?” offered Harry.
“Wonderful! That way they’ll have to deal with the effects whenever they have tea! They will be pranked continually, and not know how!”
The sound of the portrait of the Fad Lady opening drew their attention to the entrance to the Common Room. A silent and sullen Ron Weasley walked in.
“Um, hi Ron,” Harry nervously greeted his hopefully still best mate.
“Hiya Harry… Hermione,” he responded in a quiet and apprehensive way. Hermione weakly waved at her former “we’re together” friend. And those four words, well four words and an “/Um/” sound, were the only things said for a very long minute. During that minute, the trio busied themselves in various ways; Hermione seemed to be fascinated by a strand of her own hair and inspected it closely. Ron appeared to be counting the dust specks on the chandelier above their heads (which was still swinging slightly due to Hermione impromptu impersonation of Tarzan) while Harry was literarily twiddling his thumbs trying his best not to look at anyone or anything in particular.
“Ooh, this is maddening!” announced Hermione, finally breaking the awkward silence. “I never meant to hurt you Ron, it just that…”
“I know, I know,” Ron said. “I did a lot of thinking about what Harry said, and it made sense. In the long run, I don’t think it would’ve worked out. It still hurts a little, but I think that it would’ve hurt a lot more if we had been together longer and then realize that we wouldn’t work out. You know what I mean?”
“Yes, I do,” replied Hermione, taken back at Ron’s surprising amount of insight.
“And I reckon that it will hurt a little seeing the two of you together for a bit, but if it makes you two happy then I’m happy.” Ron concluded.
“Thanks mate, that means a lot,” Harry said, his heart feeling a little lighter.
“Besides I should’ve seen this coming, the two of you hooking up. I mean, look at all the stuff you two have done together,” Ron stated. “You both went into the Forbidden Forest in our first year while I was stuck in the Hospital Ward. Then there was the Time Turner Adventure you had in our third year where you saved Sirius and rode Buckbeak. And in our fifth, you two went into the Forest twice together and then when we split up in the Department of Mysteries, you two were still a team.”
A genuine smile appeared on both Ron and Harry’s faces as they shook hands, renewing their friendship. Hermione then hugged their tall friend. As she pulled away from him, Ron looked at her red eye and asked “Were you hit with a Conjunctivitis Curse?”
Hermione snorted in a very un-lady-like fashion and Harry’s heart sunk as he realized the awkward situation of the talk with Ron had forced Hermione to suppress the urges she was feeling from the super-charged Cheering Charm. Apparently, since the awkwardness of the talk had passed, the effects of the super-charged Cheering Charm kicked in once again.
“My eye is red because Harry came in it,” informed Hermione with a chuckle.
Harry gaped with his mouth open in shock at Ron. Hermione had just blurted out how far their relationship had progressed and Harry was fearful of Ron’s reaction. You see, Ron was prone to bouts of jealously and anger. And Harry worried that Ron would react badly because Ron was basically just told that Hermione had given Harry a hand-job. But thankfully, Ron was also prone to bouts of denseness.
“What do you mean?” Ron asked, dumbfounded. “How can someone come into your eye?”
Before Harry could defuse the situation, Hermione answered Ron’s question, “Not ‘into’, in. And it’s quite simple: Bad aim, that’s how.”
Ron stared at his two best friends in bewilderment for a moment. Then slowly, understanding dawned in his eyes.
“SHE NEVER DID THAT WITH ME!”
“Pfft,” Hermione countered – if one could call a “pfft” noise a counterpoint. “I never did /any/thing with you.”
Hermione then proceeded to attempt to once more lower Harry’s pants. Luckily, Harry seized hold of his trousers before Hermione could tug them down.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” Ron asked Harry.
“I hit her with a super-charged Cheering Charm,” Harry tried to inform his friend while wrestling for control of his pants with Hermione.
“You hit her with a super-charged Cheering Charm by cumming in her eye?” demanded Ron.
“No, no, no,” Harry stammered. He was beginning to lose the battle over his pants and he was quite worried that Ron was about to formally meet ‘Harry, Jr.’ “No, we performed a ritual to find the Horcruxes…”
Harry paused as he started to feel the fabric of his pants slip away.
“And you performed this ritual by cumming in her eye?” Ron asked, still trying to follow the chain of events.
“No,” Hermione answered and thankfully gave up in her quest to expose ‘Harry, Jr.’ and walked over to stand in front of Ron. “I found a ritual in a dirty little book Harry was trying to hide from me.” Of course, Hermione was speaking very rapidly. “The ritual required me to wank his willy,” Hermione paused momentarily to make a rude hand gesture to Ron, as if she needed to give the red-haired wizard a visual reference to what she was talking about. “Well, then we had an out of body experience where we found the location of all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, but the ritual ended when Harry came. Unfortunately, he cummed in my eye, duh!” She accentuated this point by leaning very close to Ron so that he could inspect the eye in question.
“And as to the reason I’m acting so strangely,” Hermione continued after she believed that Ron had inspected her red-eye enough. “Harry informed me that there was more to the prophesy concerning he and Voldemort than just ‘me against him’ and it dealt with a power Harry has that Voldemort doesn’t even know about. And apparently that power is love and so I decided to see how much his love affected simple charms and spells. So we did a little experiment with a Cheering Charm and ‘lo and behold you have a very hyper-active Hermione. Harry has tried to cancel out the charm, but what he doesn’t realized is that he had so much power in the charm that he’ll have to tap into his love-core again to cancel it completely. That or hit me with a dozen or so more ‘Finites'”
“Oh, okay. So when are we going to Godric’s Hollow and start looking for the Horcruxes?” Ron asked, abruptly changing subjects, obviously pretending that not only had he understood what Hermione had said, but that she was acting completely normal.
“How about now?” asked Harry, equally trying to pretend that Hermione’s actions were normal.
“Why not?” Ron agreed.
“Fine, but let’s stop by Remus and Tonks’ place first,” Hermione said with a knowing look in her eye – well her one good eye that is. “Just to let them know we’re going on a trip.”
“Alright, before we leave let’s go to the kitchen and get some food,” Harry said. “I’m famished.”
“Wait. First, I have some ‘f/orgive me I was such a berk/’ presents to give you two,” Ron said as he started to reach in his robes.
“Ron that’s not necessary,” Hermione said gently.
“It’s something I feel I need to do, is all,” stated Ron and he pulled out a single yellow rose and handed it to Hermione. “I hope we can still be friends.”
“Of course we are,” Hermione said with tears of happiness in her eyes and she hugged Ron again. After they broke apart, Ron pulled a box out of his robes and handed it to Harry.
“Here you go Harry,” Ron said as Harry took the box. “I had it made for you this morning. I hope it fits.”
Harry opened the box to find a bright pink pullover with the words “Draco’s Little Princess” embroidered on it.
“I think Draco would like that,” Hermione said with a chuckle as she examined the shirt over Harry’s shoulder. Harry groaned and looked at Ron who appeared to on the verge of laughter.
“Ha, ha, let it out you two,” Harry said mirthlessly.
“Do you think that Harry would be the Keeper or the Chaser?” Ron asked. “I think he’d be the Keeper in the relationship.”
“Oh, yes, I can totally see that,” Hermione answered. “Draco is very aggressive, so that would make him the dominant of the pair.”
This playful ribbing continued as the trio went to the kitchens and grabbed some food. Dobby made it a point to say goodbye to Harry and if they needed anything that they shouldn’t hesitate to call on the little House-Elf. As Harry left the kitchen, he absently noted that Kreacher was no where to be seen.
After they left the castle grounds, Hermione turned to Harry and demanded “Lift this Charm off of me this instant! I refuse to go any further until I am normal. It’s taking too much effort to restrain myself right now. And I’m afraid that I’ll lose my concentration in the middle of a large crowd of people.”
“Okay, /Finite/.” Harry said after he pointed his wand at her.
“No Harry!” Hermione exclaimed gleefully. “I told you earlier you will have to hit me with a dozen more Finites or one loved powered Finite!”
“You did?” he asked.
“Yes, remember when I was explaining our situation to Ron?”
“Um, no, not really,” Harry responded honestly. In Harry’s defense, she had been speaking rather rapidly earlier.
“Well, tap into your love-core so I can be normal again,” demanded Hermione.
Harry paused and focused on how he felt for his girlfriend and muttered “/Finite.”/
With a sigh, Hermione acknowledged that she had finally returned to normal.
The trio signaled for the Knight Bus. With a loud BANG, the triple decked bus appeared in front of them. Harry, Hermione, and Ron got on and took the Knight Bus to Remus’ cottage.
“Wothcher, kids,” Tonks greeted them as she answered the door. “Come inside.”
Tonks led the group to the small front room where Remus was reading The Quibbler.
“Hello, you three,” Remus greeted. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, just wanted to stop by before we head off to Godric’s Hollow,” informed Harry.
Remus and Tonks shared a concerned look.
“Pardon me, but may I use the bathroom?” Hermione interjected.
“Of course you can, Hermione.” Tonks answered.
Hermione winked at Harry before disappearing around the corner. Harry had some difficulty controlling his joy at the thought of Remus and Tonks embarrassing themselves due to Hermione’s ingenious plan of revenge.
“Now Harry, I want to warn you about what you’ll find at Godric’s Hollow,” said Remus, the concern in his voice was obvious to anyone who was paying attention. However, Harry wasn’t paying attention. His mind was filled with images of the humiliated pair of Tonks and Remus.
“Joseph Middwood was the man Lily and James hired to be the house’s caretaker,” Remus continued and Harry nodded his head as if he understood what the older wizard had said. “And he has done… some questionable things since your parents died…”
Harry almost laughed out loud as a mental image of Remus and Tonks sitting at the dinner table at the Burrow entered his mind. He imagined Molly setting the main course in front of Remus. The werewolf then looked up at Molly and thanked her before shoving his hand down Tonks’ blouse to squeeze her tit. In Harry’s mind, Molly then gasped as Tonks whipped out Remus’ willy and started to wank him off.
“… and apparently, he thought he deserved more money…” Remus continued to speak. And Harry continued to ignore him.
Harry gleefully imagined another mortifying predicament caused by Hermione’s Bad Lust potion. In his mind’s eye, Harry saw Remus stop by the Ministry of Magic to drop off some lunch for Tonks. He imagined them talking for a bit about inconsequential things, but the moment that Tonks’ supervisor happened to stop by, all hell would break loose. Harry fought the urge to chuckle at the imagined shocked expression on Tonks’ boss’s face when Remus put his willy in-between the pink haired witch’s boobs and began to whack himself off with her mounds.
Another image suddenly popped in Harry’s mind driving the current scenario from his imagination. Instead of Remus giving Tonks a good old fashion titty-fuck, Harry saw himself in the same position, but with Hermione and her wondrous breasts being the stars. He wondered momentarily if Hermione would ever agree to such an activity. He didn’t think that she would agree to such a thing just for the pleasure of it; but remembering his sore bottom and how moist and musky her knickers were from earlier, Harry realized that his girlfriend was a touch kinky. He even considered momentarily using his super-charged Cheering Charm just to bring that naughty girl out once more, but quickly put that thought aside. He could never use Hermione. He loved her and would never intentionally force her to lower her inhibitions for his pleasure. Hopefully, he thought, a ritual would be in the ‘/special book’/ which would require him putting ‘/Harry, Jr.’/ between Hermione’s beautiful boobs. He felt ‘/Harry, Jr./’ began to stir at the thought of getting the opportunity to frolic with ‘/Carmella/’ and ‘/Natasha/’.
“… I’ve tried talking with Joseph.” Remus sighed dejectedly before continuing. “But he won’t listen to reason.”
The magnificent image of Harry giving Hermione his own special pearl necklace was sadly replaced by another vision of a “Bad Lust” attack. The image this time focused on Tonks taking Remus to visit her folks. Remus gave Mrs. Tonks a kiss as a greeting and shook Mr. Tonks’ hand like a gentleman before Remus began humping their daughter’s leg like a rabid dog – or in Remus’ case — a wolf. Granted, Harry found this image humorous, but he found the image of a naked Hermione underneath him much more preferable.
“… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now,” concluded Remus. “I just wanted to prepare you for what you’ll find there.”
“Oh, thanks Remus,” Harry responded, absentmindedly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
What he’ll keep in mind was a total mystery to Harry since he hadn’t heard a word that Remus had said.
“Sorry about that,” Hermione began as she reentered the room. “Did I miss anything?”
“Nothing important,” replied Harry. Hermione gave him a look that clearly told him that the mission was accomplished. Soon, very soon, Tonks would be jumping Remus’ bones and their revenge will be complete!
“All right then, I guess we should be going,” Hermione announced.
“Okay, see you three later,” Remus bid them farewell. But before Harry could turn and leave, Remus said to Tonks: “Tonks, love.”
“Yes, sweetie,” she replied.
“Remind me to throw away the tea,” Remus said as he picked up The Quibbler and started to read it once more. “Hermione spiked it while pretending to use the loo.”
“Yes dear,” Tonks replied nonchalantly as if their tea supply was often spiked and she was rather bored with the chore of throwing it away.
“Why would she spike your tea?” Ron asked.
Harry could feel his eye twitch. His dream of revenge was destroyed before it even started. Remus just killed his dream. Harry looked at Hermione and saw that her eye was twitching as well.
“Just for a prank,” Remus said to Ron.
“But… but…. But how’d you know?” stammered Hermione.
“I have wards up all over the house, and they alert me if something gets disturbed.” Remus answered. “You two will have to come up with better ideas if you want to pull a practical joke on me. Remember, I am a Marauder after all.”
“DAMN IT!” Harry cursed and stomped out of the cottage. Hermione followed, grumbling under her breath. Ron silently followed, not realizing all the trouble his friends had been through.
“Oi, Hermione,” Tonks called out from the house to the trio as Harry signaled for the Knight Bus. “Next time, turn your head. That way you avoid getting it in your eye!” Hermione shot Tonks a dirty look with her one good eye as the pink haired witch continued to taunt; “Oh, and Harry, don’t forget to give Draco a kiss for me!”
The purple bus appeared with a bang and Harry gloomily walked on.
“Godric’s Hollow,” Harry told the driver. Harry sat on a chair in the back after paying the driver and Hermione and Ron soon joined him.
“Why were you trying to prank Remus,” Ron asked.
“He pranked us first,” Harry blurted out not realizing that he would have to describe the prank to Ron. Even though Ron was being a sport concerning Harry and Hermione’s relationship, Harry didn’t want to aggravate Ron by telling him the whole “/Tonks caught me eating out Hermione while you thought you two were still a couple and then Remus pranked us by making us believe the Ministry made flyers describing the scene Tonks saw/” ordeal. So, as quickly as he could, Harry made up a prank that wouldn’t possibly rile Ron. “Remus called me a poopie head.”
Hermione slapped her head in annoyance at Harry’s poor cover-up.
“Really? A ‘/poopie-head’/?” Ron asked; thankfully Ron wasn’t the brightest person in the world. “You’d think a Marauder would come up with a better prank than that.”
Hermione slapped her head again; this time in annoyance to Ron’s stupidity.
“I mean ‘/poopie-head’/ isn’t even funny,” Ron continued, unmindful of Hermione’s vexation. “I thought the Marauders were supposed to be the best pranksters to ever attend Hogwarts. But /’poopie-head’/?” Ron concluded by shaking his head in a disappointed way. “Fred and George would be so disappointed.”
Harry began to grow concerned. Not only was his friend digging into the very unlikely excuse, but worse, Ron appeared to believe it. Harry truly wondered how Ron could be that gullible and trusting.
“But there’s something I don’t understand,” Ron said. “Why would you want to prank Remus back if he called you a ‘/poopie-head/’? I mean, why bother? You could just call him a ‘/berk’/ and be done with it.”
Worrying that his friend might finally deduce that the “poopie-head” story was just a cover-up for the “I got caught eating out Hermione,” Harry decided to divert Ron’s attention.
“Hey, we found where the Horcruxes are hidden!” announced Harry.
“That’s right!” Ron responded. “Where are they?”
“Harry!” hissed Hermione. With a tilt of her head, she indicated a group of four wizards sitting near the front of the Bus. “Do you want them to hear this conversation?”
Harry doubted that they had heard him mention the horcruxes, but he knew that Hermione was right. Discreetly pulling out his wand, Harry pointed it at the group of wizards and muttered: “Muffliato!”
The Muffliato Charm was designed to fill the ears of the people who were hit with it to have their hearing filled with unidentifiable buzzing sounds. It was a simple charm that would allow Harry and his friends to talk without being overheard. It was also a charm that wouldn’t harm anyone. Harry hated to admit it, but Snape did make some useful spells.
The Muffliato Charm wouldn’t harm anyone unless the caster had gone and unwittingly performed a power boosting ritual, much like Harry had.
“OH SWEET MERLIN!” the first wizard shouted while frantically looking around him. “ARE WE UNDER ATTACK FROM MONSTROUSLY HUGE BEES?”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” the second wizard screamed at the first.
“THE AGONY OF TINNIUS!” the third hollered while clutching his ears.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” the fourth wizard yelled.
Both Ron and Hermione shot looks at Harry as the four wizards continued to frantically scream and shout. Ron’s look told Harry that the red head was confused and didn’t understand why such a simple and harmless charm had created such havoc. However, Hermione’s look was different; it clearly told Harry that she was very upset with him.
“What’s going on?” Ron hollered as the first wizard continued to warn everyone around him at the top of his lung about the impending bee attack. “Why are they acting like that? The Muffliato shouldn’t cause that type of reaction!”
“Because Harry forgot he performed a power-boosting ritual!” yelled Hermione.
“What?” shouted Ron over the cries of the four unknown wizards.
“Harry performed a power-boosting ritual!” she yelled louder.
“WHAT?”
“HE PERFORMED A POWER-BOOSTING RITUAL!!!” screamed Hermione, her face had turned a bright red as she shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Oh, how’d you do it?” Ron asked Harry rather loudly.
Sharing a concerned look with Harry, Hermione began to sputter: “We… um… he… err… well…”
Harry noticed that Ron was trying his best to hear what Hermione was muttering but he could tell that Ron couldn’t hear anything she was saying over the shouts and screams of the four wizards. Harry shouted to Ron “NEVER MIND, IT ISN’T IMPORTANT.”
“ALRIGHT!” Ron shouted and asked “WHERE ARE THE HORCRUXES?”
Hermione must have realized that it would’ve been very difficult to tell Ron the locations of the Horcruxes over the four wizards’ screams so she pulled some parchment out of her robes along with a quill and scratched out some notes. After a moment, she showed Harry the note and shouted in his ear so that he could hear what she was asking: “Does this look right to you?”
Harry quickly read the parchment.
“Slytherin’s locket was at Borgin & Burkes, but was sold to an unknown wizard.
An unknown item is hidden under the orphanage where Riddle was raised.
Hufflepuff’s cup is at number twelve, //Grimmauld Place//. (R. A. B. was Regulus Black, Sirius’ brother)
Voldemort, the final Horcrux.”
Harry silently nodded his head in approval and handed Hermione’s note to Ron. After reading the note once (which took an abnormally long amount of time), Ron reread it again, this time, it appeared that he was counting off the Horcruxes. With a perplexed and somewhat pained look (Harry couldn’t tell if the pained expression on his face was due to the fact that he just had to read something that wasn’t homework or Quidditch related or not), Ron attempted to ask Harry and Hermione a question. Unfortunately, Harry couldn’t hear what he was saying over the four wizards who were now panicking.
“To hell with this,” Harry muttered and pointed his wand at the wizards. “/Finite/”
“Thank heaven,” the first wizard exclaimed as he sat back down. “The monstrously huge bees have called off their attack”
“I’ve been cured!” the third wizard cried out.
The other two wizards sat down and appeared to be pretending as if nothing unusual had just happened.
“What was that Ron?” asked Hermione.
“There’s only four,” Ron answered.
“So?” asked Harry.
“Well including the diary that you destroyed in second year and the ring that Dumbledore destroyed last year; that only makes six.” Ron explained. “I thought there was supposed to be seven of them?”
Harry and Hermione were taken back for two reasons; firstly, Ron was correct in the fact that they were one Horcrux short. And the second and more shocking reason; Ron was correct.
“Maybe we did the ritual wrong,” speculated Hermione. “Perhaps we should do it again.”
Harry’s heart leapt up at the thought of Hermione’s small hands wrapped around ‘Harry, Jr.’ and a goofy grin stretched across his face.
“Maybe I could do it too?” Ron asked hopefully.
The goofy grin quickly disappeared from Harry’s face and he glowered at his friend. ‘What the hell is he implying?’ Harry thought.
“Just what are you implying, Ron?” Hermione demanded, scandalized.
“What? Wait?” Ron sputtered, noticing the shocked looks of his friends. “What’s wrong with me wanting to help? Why can’t I do the ritual?”
“Ron, weren’t you listening to me back in the Common Room? Hermione asked. “I told you: Harry and I performed a… sex based ritual. That’s why ‘not you’!”
“Oh god, no, Hermione,” Ron replied quickly. “Um… No, what I mean is that no I didn’t really pay atten… that is understand you back there. But why can’t I do the ritual? Not with you Hermione. I was thinking about giving Lav-Lav another go.”
“What? Lavender Brown?” Hermione screeched, obviously upset with Ron and his choice of witches. Harry was just glad he wasn’t propositioning Hermione. He loved Ron like a brother, but he had no intention of sharing Hermione with him. “She is a bubble-headed, silly girl,” Hermione continued. “You will not date her again.”
“Why not?” asked Ron.
“Because the only thing you two had in common was over-active hormones!”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Yes!” Hermione called out. “You cannot have a relationship built strictly on lust, you have to have a relationship, a truly deep and meaningful connection. Like Harry and I do.”
Harry tuned out his friends’ argument; ‘if you’ve hear them argue once, you’ve heard them enough’ he rationalized. His mind drifted back to Godric’s Hollow, the place where he and his family once lived. His heart was filled with anticipation and trepidation at the thought of visiting the house where he was born and where his parents were killed.
“The only way that I will allow you to even contemplate participating in any ritual,” Hermione stated with authority, “will be after Harry and I find you a proper girl you can date.
“And that is final!” Hermione concluded, ending the argument.
The Bus suddenly stopped and a witch with four young children climbed on board. “Godric’s Hollow, please,” she said to the driver.
Harry was a little more than taken back; she wanted to go to Godric’s Hollow like he did. Ever since he had first heard of Godric’s Hollow, Harry had assumed that it was the name of the house he and his parents had lived in. Harry looked over to Hermione, who appeared to be having the same quandary as he. Ron however, was still concentrating over Hermione’s dictate.
“I don’t see why I can’t have a say in who I’m allowed to date,” Ron muttered sullenly. “At least let me have some input, please Hermione?” he pleaded.
“Perhaps, if you behave yourself,” Hermione conceded, simply to stop the discussion.
Maybe, Harry thought, Godric’s Hollow was the name of the village where his parents had lived. This seemed very possible because the Bus stopped again and the people who got on also wanted to go to Godric’s Hollow. It seemed very feasible until Ron spoke up and said: “I haven’t been here since I was a kid. I know it’s kind of lame now that I’ve grown, but it’s still cool.” He then added very excitedly; “I can’t wait to ride the stairway again!”
Before Harry or Hermione could ask Ron what he had meant, the Bus came to a screeching halt and the driver announced, “Godric’s Hollow.” Harry was the first of the trio to exit the Bus, and what he saw made him almost faint.
Harry stood in front of a large grey warehouse. There were a number of wizards and witches with their children that had formed a queue waiting to get into the building. This wasn’t all that shocking, but the flashing sign hanging above the entrance to the warehouse was the thing that made Harry almost faint. The sign stated:
“Welcome to Godric’s Hollow; Home of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived! Watch Mr. and Mrs. Potter as they bravely try to fight off He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Marvel at the miracle of You-Know-Who’s downfall!
Ticket Prices:
Adults: 3 knuts
Children (11 and under) 2 knuts
Seniors (80 and older) 2 knuts.”
“Excuse me, but either join the queue or get out of the way please,” a witch with three children said to Harry as she pushed her way past him. The witch then stepped in the back of a line that went from the street where Harry had stepped off of the Bus to the entrance.
From inside the warehouse, Harry could hear shouts of excitement, cries of fear, and various explosions.
“What the bloody hell is this?” Hermione asked, giving voice to Harry’s internal question.
“It’s just a tourist ride,” Ron explained, ignorant to the shock Harry was experiencing.
Harry wanted to hurt somebody. Hurt them very, very badly. He didn’t care who that somebody was; he needed someone to hurt, very, very badly. Then Ron had the misfortune to offer “Hey I know, since I didn’t get you a birthday present, how ’bout I buy you a glowing ‘/baby Harry/’?”
And the somebody that Harry needed to hurt very, very badly was going to be Ron.
To be continued.

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I had left my window slightly open, it was hot and I didn’t want to leave my air conditioner on. I only heard the click of my window shutting, I heard no one opening the window, no one climbing through the window, and no foot steps to my bed. The next thing I knew there were hands all over my body. I didn’t know how many at the time but it felt like they covered every inch of me, from my feet to my thighs to fingers running through my hair.
As a chill ran up my spine I tried to scream for help, but a rough hand covered my mouth and I felt a heavy weight fall on my legs, before I got as much as a sound out. Different hands, softer hands were then around mine as I tried to claw for something to defend myself with, a lamp my phone anything. I hit the light switch in my panic for something and caught a brief glimpse of the person on top of me. It was a man, late 20’s, dark hair and skin, he pushed my head to the side before I could see anything more of him. He yelled at his accomplice for the blindfold. As they did this I got my hands free and dug my fingernails into the hand covering my mouth and holding my head down. I managed to kick the man off me, he fell to the ground, I got to my feet to run to the door but the other person, a woman, long blonde hair and tanned skin, caught my foot. This time I scream, and I screamed loud. The man got up and grabbed me, lifted me with no struggle and threw me onto the bed, he got a knife out of his pocket and held it to my throat and told me if I tried anything like that again I would have scars and he laughed as he put it on my night stand.
They got the rope next and tied my feet and hands to each of my bed posts so I was spread eagle on my bed. Then the blindfold went on. This was the scariest moment as I didn’t know what they were doing, I couldn’t see them, they weren’t touching me so I couldn’t feel them, they weren’t talking so I couldn’t hear them. I was completely alone, and completely vulnerable. I don’t know how long I was like this.
I felt a hand crawling up my thigh it felt like the mans but I cant be sure, I felt it crawl from just above my knee up the inside of my leg stopping just before it hit my panties, and then someone gently bit my nipple and began to suck, flicking it with their tongue then sucking it again. I was torn between excitement and terror as the hand that was crawling up my thigh moved again and reached pussy and very gently caressed it, I was sure then that it was the man. He applied a little bit more pressure and stroked. He would have had to have felt the moisture that was beginning to gather down there, it made me feel sick knowing that these people were turning me on, knowing that I had no control and they could, and would, do whatever they wanted to me and there was nothing that I could do about it. He started to pull at my panties and they dug into me. He tugged them again and I wasn’t sure what he was doing because my legs were tied he couldn’t get them off then I heard a rip, he had just torn them apart, he must have ripped them at the crouch cause I could feel him pulling them up to my stomach and I felt the wetness on the torn area that my excitement had caused. I began to cry and they laughed I asked them why, they replied that I was the lucky one. I wasn’t sure if this was true or not.
His tongue was on the lips of my pussy next and I shuddered, this time with excitement, he traced them up and down, I could feel my hips moving with his hands in anticipation, I knew he was either going to fuck me or lick me and I couldn’t wait. My pussy started to ache with hunger for something, the pressure was building and I wanted some sort of release, his tongue parted my lips and hit my clit he flicked it and sucked it as he inserted 2 fingers into my pussy, while the woman began to kiss my neck, I could feel her breath and it made me feel even more aroused. He started flicking my clit and sucking it quicker and harder and I felt like I was about to cum, I was trying to hold back, I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of making me cum, but he must have heard me breathing harder and as much as I tried to suppress my moans the woman definitely would have heard them, she obviously didn’t want be to cum then, or maybe at all, because I felt her pull away and heard a slap and heard her say it was her turn. Then she was on top of me working her way to put her pussy over my face, it was wet, I had never licked a woman before, so I tried just licking her the best I could. She must have been getting frustrated because she pinched my nipples and held my head still. She told me to stick my tongue and pinched it and pulled it so it wasn’t just hanging out of my mouth then she sat back over me and started to move her hips over my tongue back and forth, I got the rhythm she was moving her hips to and started to wriggle my tongue back and forth and she stopped moving her hips. She started to moan so I moved my tongue quicker over her clit. And she grabbed my breasts hard. So I slowed down a little and she slapped them. So I stopped and she slapped me again, it was nice to know that I had a little bit of control at this moment, but I started to lick her again anyway, as I got quicker she started to breathe heavier and moan and eventually she came, nearly falling on me in the process but I didn’t stop I started to move my tongue as quick as I possibly could, and her whole body shuddered and shake I could feel her trying to keep steady. She was moaning and wriggling all over the place, and it was hard to keep a track of her clit but it didn’t take long for her to come again, except this time she didn’t stay where she was for long.
I hadn’t been paying attention to what the man was doing and next thing his cock was inside me, it was thick and hard and felt good sliding in and out, he pumped hard and my head banged against the wall, the woman did not like this. She untied my arms and legs they sat me up and put me on top of him and lent me back, she sat behind me and moved my hips, she knew what he liked and forced me to do it. He rubbed my clit, a bit too hard but it still felt good. She grabbed the knife and showed it to me and said be good, he pulled out and I thought it might be over but they were just getting comfortable. He sat up at the other end of my bed, back to the wall, and she pushed me towards him, I sat on his cock and it felt good going in. he held me close and bounced me up and down, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm and he must have felt it to as he pulled out and said no not yet. I felt my pussy quiver as he put his cock all the way in and pulled it all the way out over and over. He was just teasing me and it was driving me crazy. Slowly in, and slowly out. It was too much so I pushed my hips towards him and started to wriggle back and forth quickly.
He didn’t like me taking any control and pushed me back and flipped me onto my stomach. I felt a weight on my back as the woman was laying on my back, he was fucking her then hard and fast he must have been playing with her clit because it didn’t take her long to orgasm and having a woman laying on top of me orgasming was not something I ever thought I would experience but it was an incredible feeling. He was kissing her and whispering something in her ear that I couldn’t quite hear and she giggled. She got off me and pulled me up so I was now on my hands and knees. I couldn’t wait to be fucked by him again his dick was thick and he knew just how to use it, but then I felt some moisture around my ass and started to panic. He shoved it in hard and fast and rough, I sat up and tried to get away, this wasn’t fun anymore, it hurt it burned. He kept me sat up and pulled me close to his chest and fondled my breasts and pinch my nipples, he kissed me on the neck at the same time. I wasn’t sure if he was doing this to distract me from the pain, to stop me from wriggling or just because he wanted to. He kept fucking my arse though and the pain didn’t subside as he got quicker and harder. I started to cry the pain was that bad. I wanted this all to be over and started to scream stop when the woman started kissing me hard on the mouth, and shoving her fingers into my pussy. That helped me forget the pain a little bit. She moved and he pushed me back down and flipped me onto my back and shoved his cock back into my pussy and played with my clit he was pumping hard and fast and it didn’t take long for me to get close to an orgasm, he pumped harder and harder, faster and faster, then I felt something across my neck and I couldn’t breathe. This was when he really shoved it in and out as fast as he could. All I could think was that they were trying to kill me. Then I started to feel something building inside of me. Something I had never felt before. It was the most explosive orgasm I have ever had, it seemed to last forever. Then nothing.
I woke up several hours later, my body was sore and I could barely breathe, I felt like I had been in a boxing ring, but when I tried to stand to grab the phone the rush of that last blast of pleasure hit me again and I had to sit down and think, who were those people that gave me the best orgasm of my life.

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Blackmailed By My Brother – Part 2

Chapter Five
Carrie started to turn and run back out but before she did, Jack spoke to her.
“Stop. Close the door, then come here.”
Carrie froze at that tone and turned back toward her brother, then walked next to him.
Jack leaned closed and sniffed at Carrie’s coated face.
“That’s pussy!” he exclaimed.
Carrie blushed furiously.
“A-A-Angel is here,” she said, her eyes averted.
Jack just looked at her.
“Get on your knees,” he said, turning towards his younger sister. She did what he said. Jack took his cock, still hard, and rubbed it over her face, gettin it wet with Angel’s outburst, and then put the head up against Carrie’s mouth.
“Suck it.”
Carrie resignedly opened her mouth and took the head inside.
Jack knew that he wouldn’t have much time if Angel was in the house, so he took hold of Carrie’s ears and immediately started pumping back and forth in her mouth, face fucking his younger sister.
Carrie’s eyes got big as saucers as she felt Jack’s cock bang into the back of her mouth once, twice, three times then again and again as he carried out the mouth rape. She could taste Angel’s pussy on his cock and in her haste and confusion over the taste and events taking place, she was licking Jack’s cock.
‘God,’ thought Jack to himself, ‘she’s really getting into sucking my cock!’
He felt a rumbling in his balls and knew that he was going to shoot soon so he increased his pace until he felt the orgasm start. That’s when he pushed deep, deeper than before, and felt the head of his cock pop into his younger sister’s throat.
Carrie panicked when her brother pressed his belly up against her nose as the cock in her throat cut off her air supply. She felt him shooting his sperm directly into her gullet and was swallowing reflexively to clear the air passage, her hands trying in vain to push him away.
When Jack finishing draining his balls he pulled back and then out of his sister’s mouth.
“Thanks sis…now, go clean yourself up.”
Jack put his cock away and walked out, leaving his sister a bit stunned on her knees, the taste of cum and pussy resident in her mouth. He walked over to her room and peered inside. He could see Angel laying on his sister’s bed, eye’s closed, her shorts off and on the floor. Angel was playing with her pussy, more teasing herself than seriously going for it.
Jack felt his semi-soft cock starting to rise again. He walked into the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, looking directly at Angel’s eyes, which now fluttered open.
“Wh-what the hell…”
“Listen up. I have a video of you and my sister last night, getting high and sexing it up. I have the coke that you left behind. I have her admitting on video that you sold her the coke. Unless you want me to totally fuck up your life…”
Angel just blinked at him. She never before had felt quite this exposed.
“What do you want?”
Jack walked over to the bed and then dropped his shorts, revealing his semi-hard cock.
“I wanna’ fuck.”Chapter Six
‘Well that’s not so terrible’ thought Angel.
“Ok.”
“You need to get me harder.”
Angel smirked and then slid around on the bed so that her head was hanging off the side of the bed, her mouth opened in silent invite.
Jack moved forward, allowed Angel’s hand to guide his cock inside her mouth. When he felt her suck hard, he knew that unlike his younger sister, Angel had had some experience sucking cocks.
Just then Carrie walked into the room.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, surprised to see her brother in her room, and getting head from Angel.
“Come over here, Carrie. Get behind me on your knees and lick my ass.”
As Carrie moved into position, Angel had moved one of her hands down to her pussy and was now rubbing her clit, knowing that it would further excite Jack. She could look and partially see Carrie behind Jack, and knew that the young submissive was now starting to lick his crack.
“Feels good, Carrie…get it all nice and wet.”
A minute or so later Jack told them both to stop. He didn’t want yet another blowjob finish, but instead wanted pussy.
He pulled Angel around into position, putting her legs up onto his shoulders while he was standing on the side of the bed.
“Hey, go easy, you’re kinda’ bi…”
Jack didn’t heed her request, but instead sunk his cock completely inside her exposed pussy, bottoming out against her cervix.
“Owwwwwww….fuckkkkk!” cried Angel, not used to such a big cock from a high school kid.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” said Jack as he started fucking in and out of the younger girl, her saliva around his cock providing the necessary lubrication to allow the fast pace.
“Carrie? Get on the bed.” Carrie climbed up onto the bed and was watching his cock go deep inside her friend’s cunt.
“Get over her face and let her lick your pussy,” said Jack, tightening his grip on Angel’s legs to allow him better thrust.
“Waaaaait…I d-do-don’t eat…”
“You do now,” interrupted Jack, as Carrie settled her pussy down on Angel’s face, taking some satisfaction in getting someone to service her. When she didn’t feel Angel’s tongue she reach down with both hands and tweaked both the girl’s nipples hard. That got a response, and soon she felt Angel’s tongue and mouth against her slit.
Jack had one more trick up his sleeve. He’d never fucked a girl in the ass, but as he was looking at Angel on her back, covered up by his younger sister, and bent around by his arms, he decided to go for broke. He leaned forward and whispered to his sister.
“She going to try and push you off and get away. Don’t let her.”
Carrie lustfully nodded.
Jack slowed his pace and then stopped and pulled out. For a moment, Angel thought he might be tired or something and just concentrated on the pussy that she was licking, which she admitted to herself tasted pretty sweet.
Angel then felt Jack adjusting her legs and bending her a bit more. She thought he was just trying to get even deeper inside. Then she felt his cock press up against her asshole but before her brain could really register what was happening, it had happened. Jack’s cock was wet enough with her pussy juice, and she was angled just perfectly so that when he pushed, she couldn’t budge. His cockhead just popped into her cherry asshole and then he kept on pushing, figuring he had to get balls deep in order to hold her in place.
For Angel it felt like her ass was on fire. She yelled but of course her yell was muffled by the pussy on top of her face. She tried to push away but Jack just grabbed her hands and brought them to her legs which he gripped tighter, not moving within her ass, but resting balls deep.
Then he pulled out, just halfway, and then pushed back inside. He heard more cries from Angel, and this turned Carrie on. She wiggled her pussy and asshole against Angel’s mouth and nose and ground against her, trying to reach orgasm.
Jack pulled out again, this time until just the head was within. He held it there for a full five seconds…giving Angel time to think about it. Angel tried tightening her ass muscles by squeezing down, but, it still wasn’t enough. It just provided Jack with a more exquisite grip around his cock was now pushing back into the depth’s of Angel’s plundered ass.
She screamed again into Carrie’s pussy, and the vibrations against Carrie’s pussy lips, plus just the whole situation of watching her brother assfuck her friend, was enough to drive Carrie’s pussy into orgasm. She came over Angel’s face, and Angel just gave up, relaxing her arms and muscles and surrendering to the assfucking.
Jack felt this relaxation and began stroking steadily in and out of Angel’s ass, making deep strokes, not pounding hard to hurt the girl, but long, steady strokes to ignite the fire within his balls one more time.
Carrie was out of it and moved off of Angel’s face and lay down on the bed. Angel, her face covered with Carrie’s secretions, looked up at Jack with a mask of slight discomfort and passion melded into one.
“Gonna’…cum…in…you…ass…” said Jack to Angel, his thrusting increasing now.
Angel reached down with one of her hands and began rubbing her clit. Jack saw this and smiled and then shot a load of hot cum into her ass, pumping four, five, then six jets before collapsing himself on the bed.
Angel hadn’t quite cum yet, and was still masturbating.
“Carrie…get over between her legs and lick my cum out of her ass.”
Carrie moaned but didn’t want Jack getting mad so she moved, with Angel spreading her legs as she felt the young girl’s tongue licking her well-fucked starfish.
“Ohhhgawwwddddddd………” Angel crested and came, her body bouncing on the bed like she was having a seizure and then she settled down, almost passing out, just cooing quietly, closing her legs to stop Carrie from licking her asshole further.

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Mom Caught Me

I received a PC from my grandfather toward the end of 5th grade and spent most of middle school discovering the wonders of the internet. I quickly became the one to beat in chess club with the intricate and advanced strategies I learned from chess sites. I became fairly decent at drawing my favorite cartoon characters, I studied photography, weightlifting, golf, military history, anything that sparked my interest.
While waiting patiently in the lunch line towards the end of my 7th grade year, I was snapped out of my drooling cheeseburger daydream by the word “tits”. After some careful eavesdropping, it appeared that some kids in front of me discovered a place on the internet with animated naked women. I mentally wrote down the name of the site just out of mere curiosity and bee lined it off the bus to my PC later that day.
With a shaky hand, I typed in the URL of the website and hit “enter”. I was instantly disappointed when the words “YOU MUST BE 18 TO ENTER” flashed up on the screen. Just as I was about to click the “LEAVE” button, I realized… How do they know how old I am? So I clicked “I’M 18, ENTER SITE” instead. Suckers…
The first picture that greeted me was of a character from Sailor Moon. (don’t ask me how I knew that). She was on her back with her hands tied up over her head and her shirt was ripped open down the middle. Her massive tits were shiny and slick looking and appeared to be dripping with sweat or some other liquid. A shredded strip of her shirt was still hanging from the end of one of the oversized nipples to illustrate the violence with which her shirt was ripped open. Her legs were also spread wide open and her skirt was pushed up just enough to see the bottom half of her little slit. It was slightly agape and oozing out some sort of liquid into a puddle under her cute round ass.
That’s when I heard my door open.
“Jeff can you he-” Mom stood in the doorway, her eyes focusing in on what was on my monitor.
“Mom it’s for a project.” I said with as much confidence as possible. I didn’t attempt to cover what was on my screen due to the admission of guilt it would undoubtedly present.
Her eyes slightly flared with anger, due to the obvious lie I just told or the image on my screen, I wasn’t sure yet.
“What class is it for” she calmly began the strategic process of picking my lie apart. She’s good at it. I couldn’t admit to the truth this time, so I began my counter-attack.
“It’s for art” I countered. She took one menacing step into my room and folded her hands under her arms.
She was wearing a tank top, like she usually does while working around the house, and the act of her arm folding served to push her breasts up into a nice cleavage valley at the top of the loose-fitting tank top.
“What is the assignment” She asked through ever-so-slightly gritted teethe. I faltered. I expected her to ask something like “why would they ask you to look at dirty pictures!?” or “What the hell are you doing looking at that!?”
I had to think fast.
“The assignment is to, um, report on why the woman form is so difficult to depict in art” I said flatly, rotating my desk chair to face her while I was spewing out my lie.
Her jaw relaxed slightly. Had she believed me?
“That animation is hardly the true depiction of a woman form” she stated firmly. “What are you hoping to gain by looking at that?”
“I don’t know” I kept my eyes directly on hers. “I’m looking around at many different art styles of the woman body”.
She relaxed her arms slightly. Am I winning?
“Was the assignment to study naked women? I have a hard time believing your teacher wants you to look at naked pictures on the internet” She still doesn’t completely believe me.
“I figured it would be the best way to learn about the shape of a womans body” I was so deep in lies by now that I couldn’t give up my stance. I’d be grounded for two months if she found out everything I just said was a lie.
She walked over to my bed which sits directly next to my PC.
“What other ‘styles’ were you looking at?” she sat down on my bed, her tits jiggled sexily when she made contact. Why did I notice that?
“You know.. Different art styles” I don’t know anything about art styles.
“Show me” She shot back quickly. I knew I had to come up with something fast. I immedeately rotated my chair towards the monitor and deftly navigated to my favorite search engine. I wanted to stay in the same genre to create the illusion that I had spent some time researching this. So I typed in the word I remembered seeing at the top of the screen on the previous site, “Hentai”.
That was not the right word to type. I clicked on the first site quickly and I was presented with an image similar to the one before, except this woman was completely naked. She was sprawled completely out on the ground in a puddle of some indescribable slime and there were massive snake-like tentacles invading her orifices. Her eyes were bulged out with panic and one slimy tentacle was lodged deeply into her throat. Another thicker tentacle was deeply rammed into her pussy. And a third tentacle was wrapped tightly around her body to hold her in place. Her tits were again, immense, and dripping with sweat and tentacle slime. Her little cunt was drooling out some unknown mixture of juices around the edges of the large invading tentacle.
My dick began to harden quickly and I felt a wet spot begin to puddle in my underwear.
“See. Similar style, different artist”
Mom smirked knowingly. This was way too obvious. I should have typed in “animated woman form” or something more simple. Damn!
“What other styles?” She’s just trying to see how many lies I’ll tell now. She wants to ground me for life. I should just fess up, but I notice a big “NEXT” button at the bottom of this picture and I decide to play it out. Besides, this is the last chance I’ll ever get to look at these pictures after mom takes my computer away for life. So, I click next.
“See here-” I begin to say before the picture fully loads. Damn I really screwed up this time. “This is another classic example of the woman form”
It’s a side shot of another large breasted anime woman on her hands and knees with her back arched in a sexy curve. Her big oiled ass is pointed straight up in an inviting fashion towards the figure behind her, a muscular looking male which happens to be grabbing her hips tightly and pulling her towards his big dripping cock.
My mom quietly stifles a giggle
“So why-” she lowers her hands to her knees to lean in for a better look “-would you need to see a naked male as well?”
I realize I’m leaning in for a better look also. The guys penis is so big that there’s no way he’s going to get the whole thing in there. Just the tip is nudging at her opening and it’s already nearly splitting her open. Her vagina is dripping out some liquid which is running down the length of his penis and there’s some more dripping down her-
“Jeff!”
I’m snapped back to reality by my moms slightly angry, yet somewhat softening voice.
I slowly move my gaze over to my mom and am startled by what I see. She doesn’t look like the same mom. I’m instantly aware of her large breasts pushed up against the thin cloth of her tank top. Her large hard nipples poking against the tight fabric. Her thick pouty lips and fiery sexy eyes. The smoothness and flawlessness that her asian heritage gives to her perfect skin. Her sexy skin tight short shorts and curvatious hips.
I avert my eyes quickly to prevent any more awkwardness.
“So when is the due date?” She asks flatly.
“It’s due tomorrow” I reply with a hint of urgency in my voice. I’m hoping that will end this conversation and she will let me get back to “work” so I can finish in time.
“Want me to help” she asks with her eyebrows pointed up in an inquisitive fashion. She not only knows I’m lying, but she also wants to test my lying capabilities for future inquisitions. But what the hell… I can’t possibly get in any MORE trouble…
“Sure” I say, still confidently, still hoping there’s some glimmer of hope of getting out of this.
“OK, so if you really want to study the woman form, you shouldn’t be looking at these exaggerated animations. Go to this other website.” Mom reaches over my lap and begins to type something into the browser. I don’t see what she’s typing because her large tit is hanging inches from my face, tempting me to gently pinch that big nipple that’s poking out towards the ground. I can smell the pungent scent of woman-ness emanating from her body. The smell of laundry soap, hair shampoo cuts through the light hint of female sweat and causes my eyelids to droop slightly as I deeply inhale the scent. Just then, she sits back down and clacks the “enter” button.
The picture is of a young teen with large breasts pulling her shirt off over her head. She doesn’t quite have the shirt over her large tits, so they are held up hammock-style by the bottom half of her shirt. My penis continues to harden rapidly. I shift slightly. She notices and glances down at the large tent in my shorts. Theres a slight wet spot at the tip where a generous amount of my precum has leaked through my clothes.
“Yes quite interesting indeed” I say “This is a very good depiction of the woman form”
My mom, again, smirks openly at my deciet and hits the space bar. The woman on the screen comes to life and music begins to play. She pulls her shirt up past her tits and they sexily bounce out into view. I glance, slightly panicked, at my mom to make sure she did that on purpose and find her glaring at me with a waiting look.
“So will this help you with your report?” she firmly asks, pointing at the screen. “Why aren’t you writing anything?”
I blankly blink at her and look back at the screen. The woman is pouring some sort of oil onto her hands and is spreading it around on her large tits. This is not a drawing like the ones before and my dick is raging hard at this point. The large wet spot in my shorts is obvious.
“Well I need to study it a little more” I state as confidently as I can. Then a man enters the screen and walks right up to the teen girl. He kneels down slightly and lays his enormous cock right between the teens tits which she then luxuriously wraps around the large member. The man starts humping his cock, slickened by the copious dose of oil which was pooled between the teens tits, in and out of the fleshy tit valley created by the teen. The camera zooms in and brings into vision a river of precum drooling from the tip of the mans dick. The young girl leans down and sticks her tongue out so that the next thrust of the mans dick causes the head to drag sexily against the teens tongue, leaving a slick pool of precum which she eagerly brings into her mouth.
I look at mom and her expression has changed slightly. Her eyes are slightly glazed over and shes tightly squeezing her thighs together.
I’m in pain at this point and my dick is violently throbbing against my shorts.
“Hun, it’s not like I havn’t seen it before. I can tell you’re in pain. Why don’t you just take it out..” My mom lazily recommends as if it’s nothing. I stare at her blankly for a few seconds to make sure she’s not trying to get me to dig myself deeper, but I don’t need any more encouragement. It’s hurting.
I quickly rip my fly down and pop the button at the top and my previously restricted tent becomes an impressive, much larger boxer clad tent. My cock is visibly throbbing against the boxer material and the whole tip area is wet with precum.
Mom actually looks a little startled and shifts back ever-so-slightly when I pulled my zipper down. Her look changes suddenly and she’s staring blankly at my crotch for some reason. I’m embarassed by all the wetness in my boxers. I’m afraid she’s going to think I wet myself or something, but she’s not saying anything.
“Might as well take your boxers down.” She says with a different tone than she’s had since she walked in. I’m not sure if it means she’s getting more mad or if she’s about to decide my fate.
I need no more encouragement. The wet spot is starting to cool and it’s not real comfortable. I pull my boxers down enough for my cock to flop out and *slap* slightly against my stomach.
“Jesus Jeff!” Mom exclaims, not taking her eyes off my dick. “That thing is fucking huge!”.
I didn’t think it was that big… I didn’t have much to compare it to, but it’s about the same size as the guy’s in the anime picture. I thought that was average. It’s bigger than the guy in the current video. Theres more pronounced veins up and down the length of it and a much bigger head, but I figured that guy was just below average.
Nevertheless, about that time, the guy in the video grunted hard and a thick stream of cum squirted from the tip of his cock and lavishly splashed against the teens pouty lips. She was startled and clearly not expecting such a forceful cum shot, so her head jerked back slightly. The guy’s dick jerked again violently and another long rope of cum shot out and forcefully spattered against the underside of the teens chin, making an audible *spat* sound and sending cum flying all directions away from the teens face. A few more shorter, but still copious squirts, bathed her chest from the top of her tits up to her neck.
Needless to say, it was really turning me on. I looked down at my still visibly throbbing member and a new warm stream of precum was drooling down the side of my cock, changing it’s path lazily as it ran across the pronounced veins protruding from my dick.
My mom had a glazed look over her face and was staring blankly at my twitching cock.
“Jeff I see you’re still not writing anything. Maybe you need a better visual interpretation of the woman form”
At that, she stood up and took her top off slowly like the teen in the video. The bottom of her tits began to come to view first and then her large areolas. Her shirt hung slightly on the tips of her huge, hardening nipples and finally her tits dropped into view making a grand jiggly entrance and they fell ever-so-slightly to their natural hang. Wow… They were huge compared to the girl in the video. There was a slight trail of sweat running down between them and I couldn’t help but think of how my cock would feel between them like the guy in the video. My cock continued to throb violently and another large dose of precum began running down the length of it.
“Will this help” My mom asked dreamily.
“Yeah I think so mom” I replied in the same flat, dreamy tone.
I have never touched my cock in an impure manner, but my hand naturally began moving toward my dick before I knew what I was doing. I felt my fingers wrap around my dick and slightly smear the exorbitant amount of precum on my thick shaft. I didn’t know what my plan was, but I started sliding my hand up and down slightly, glistening my cock meat with slick precum as I stared blankly at my mom’s huge tits.
Mom began to take her pants off, and with one smooth motion, she had them to the floor. When she stood back up I noticed a large wet spot on her panties like the one on my boxers. I wondered if that meant she was as turned on as me by the images on the screen. She turned around to show me her ass. It was amazing. Perfectly round and sticking straight out to greet me. As she rotated her body, her steps caused it to jiggle slightly and cause my cock to twitch hard. She began pulling her panties down slowly and I could see a long stream of some thick clear liquid connecting the crotch of her panties and her little slit. Once the panties were down halfway the stream snapped apart and clung to the inside of her thigh. Some more was dripping down the inside of her other thigh. I wondered if that was the same liquid that was depicted in the anime pictures.
I was stroking my cock to the best of my abilities and when mom turned back around she giggled slightly at my attempts, causing her tits to jiggle beautifully.
“So you shouldn’t just stare at me, Jeff” She said in a normal motherly tone. “Close your eyes and combine everything you know about the female body based on all the styles you just saw, real and animated, and decide on a theme for your report”. Her tone was so motherly in fact, that I realized she really was trying to help me with my report.
I closed my eyes and instantly heard her shuffle around slightly, probably picking up her clothes and leaving my room. That would be a relief. Then I could get back to daydreaming about her and playing with my still hardening cock. I began to think about laying my thick cock meat between her fleshy-
What the hell.
A hand grabbed my arm and pulled it away from my cock. Aw… Mom wanted me to actually work rather than play with my prick. Ok fine, I resolved. I’ll wait ’till she’s out of my room before I-
Woah something happened! Something touched the tip of my cock where the precum was dripping out. It was such a faint touch though that I don’t know what- Woah it happened again! Something is touching the tip of my dick repeatedly and slowly cleaning up the copious precum coating the head. It feels amazing. I’m afraid to open my eyes in fear that it will stop.
Suddenly the whole head feels as though it’s being covered by something wet and warm. Theres a slight suckling noise as the warmth leaves the tip of my cock but is returned shortly after. The warm wetness returns to my cock and theres a sickly sucking noise as if something is “kissing” the end of my cock. I hear a deep gutteral moan coming from the intrusion and it sounds like mom! Is mom kissing my cock?
As soon as I have time to register the thought, the warm wetness slowly engulfs and slides past the head of my dick and down across the veiny shaft. Is mom sucking my cock? I can feel her tongue gliding luxuriously across the bottom sensitive spots on my cock and she moans deeply as she gets a mouthful of warm precum oozing from the tip of my cock. I feel her put her hands on my thighs as she begins sliding her saliva and precum filled mouth up and down my thick cock meat. I moan uncontrollably and run my fingers through her smooth black hair, careful to keep my eyes closed.
I’m quickly aware of the changing feelings in my balls as her mouth movements speed up and her tongue begins flicking the underside of my dick with more urgency. She’s forced to swallow several times as my cock is steadily oozing out a thick stream of precum into her fleshy canal.
Just as my balls begin to tighten to a nearly painful state, an amazing feeling washes over my body as my cock twitches forcefully and erupts a long white stream of cum into the air. I open my eyes in enough time to see a thick stream of my cum bathe the side of my moms face and lips. I am suddenly aware that my younger sister is standing behind my mom with an appalled look on her face and her mouth agape in silence. That pushes me over the edge even harder. My cock begins spazming violently in my moms hand and squirting rope after rope of cum over my moms face and neck. Many of them long and forceful enough to land on my sisters legs and feet. She yelps slightly and my mom turns her head panicked to see my sister standing behind her. My cock continues to unload into the side of my moms face splashing cum all over the carpet and down her naked body.
It’s quite a sight. My mom is positively bathed in my cum from face to stomach. Cum is still dripping off of her face and making light *splat* sounds as it lands on her soft tits. My sisters legs and shorts are dripping steady streams of the thick liquid down to her feet.
“Shit Jessica what the fuck are you doing standing there” mom spats at my sister “Go get me some towels. That was the biggest load of cum I’ve ever seen”
Jessica stood silently for a second, mouth still agape and then finally went to retrieve a towel.
“Why is your cock so fucking big, Jeff” Mom demanded incredulously. “That thing is twice as big as your fathers”
My cock gave a light twitch at hearing that and a big glob of cum leftover in the head oozed out and dripped onto my moms left thigh.
“I don’t know… I thought it was normal size” I shrugged. Jessica came bouncing back into the room with a large bath towel in her hand and tossed it to mom. She had already wiped herself off as well as she could. There was a circle of shiny wetness around her lips that wasn’t there before she left the room. Had she scooped some of the cum off her legs and tasted it? She couldn’t take her eyes off of my slightly softening cock.
“Can I try that mom?!” she inquired excitedly.
“No, I was helping your brother with a book report” Mom stared at Jessica for a moment while she toweled generous helpings of cum off her face and chest. “Why would you want to do that to your brother?”
Jessica left the room in a pouty fashion. My mom turned to look at me with a slightly bewildered look after what my sister just said.
Mom cleaned up my softening dick and wiped what she could off of the carpet and my desk chair and started leaving the room.
“Ok now you have the inspiration you need to complete your report. I expect an A from this class” She demanded as she was walking through my doorway. She closed the door behind her and I was left in solitude to replay the moments in my head of what just happened. I couldn’t keep my eyes open for much longer having been so physically and emotionally exhausted by what just took place, so I turned out my lights and went to bed early.

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Not exactly Cinderella

Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.

KRISTI’S FAMILY REPOSTED

Kristi woke from a sound sleep as she felt the covers being whipped off her warm body. “D-Daddy?” she whispered as she spied a large shadow hovering over her in the darkness. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling her upwards and dragging her from her bed as a low, gravelly voice said “nope, but you’re going to see him in a minute.” Kristi stumbled to her feet, the cool air washing over her body. She was wearing panties and her nighty, which came to just below the rounded mounds of her ass. Terror had grabbed her, and she could barely breathe. “Shit girl, you’ve got one Hell of a body” the stranger said as he looked at Kristi’s body in the moonlight streaming in her window. On the verge of tears, the pretty High School Cheerleader whimpered, “W-Who ARE you? What d-do you want?” She felt a large hand pressing against her lower back, pusher her towards the door. “You’ll find out soon enough, kid.” the man said gruffly as Kristi stumbled barefoot across her carpet and out into the dimly lit hallway. Down the hallway she hurried. Quickly glancing behind her, Kristi saw the man following. She felt a chill of fear when she saw that his hard eyes were staring hungrily at her behind. She was afraid for herself, but was also becoming concerned for the rest of her family. Kristi froze in the doorway of the den, the man behind her now pressing against her as his hands tightly gripped her arms. She stood openmouthed at the scene before her. Her older sister Erica was sitting on the couch next to her father, her face red from crying. Erica was also wearing her nighty and panties, and her naked legs were tightly pressed together. Her father had a large red spot on his cheek which was beginning to turn dark as he sat still, his hands opening and closing on the material of the couch. He was only wearing his boxer shorts, the thick hair on his chest very visible. But what drew her attention was the activities happening on the pool table. Kristi’s eyes were wide open as she watched her mother, Erin. Erin was on the table flat on her back. And she was absolutely NAKED! Her head was whipping back and forth, her hair wildly tossing as she moaned, “Ohhh god, NOOO. Don’t.oh please Stop this.don’t do this in front of my husband.Oh NOOO, DON’T! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Her mother was mewling, sobbing and screaming because of the two men who were abusing her body. She almost passed out as she saw that one man was holding Erin’s legs wide apart and his head was buried between her legs. He was LICKING HER! Stunned, Kristi saw that the other man had one of her mothers breasts in his mouth as he leaned over the table. He was obviously suckling her. Kristi saw his other hand squeezing her other breast, his fingers plucking and tweaking her mother’s dark, hardened nipples. Involuntarily, Kristi tried to take a step backwards. But she only pressed herself against the hard, muscled body of the man behind her. Immediately, she felt the hardness of his cock pressing between her bottom cheeks. She shrieked and tore from his hands, leaping forward and running to her father. She sat by her father as closely as possible. But he was almost catatonic as he watched the ravishing of his wife. Besides the man who had awoken Kristi and the two men who were raping her mother, there was one other man in the room. He was a tall black man and he was carrying a gun. “Well, now that the whole family is here, I guess we can go over the ground rules for our weekend together. Bill and Bob, why don’t you let Mrs. Winter’s have a little rest for a minute while we visit.” The man was calm and completely self possessed. Kristi was numb as she looked at her mother. The man suckling her breasts reluctantly lifted his mouth. Kristi could see light glistening from her mothers wet nipple. The man who had been sucking her between her legs lifted his head, making smacking sound with his lips. “Damn, this sluts got a sweet tasting cunt. You have to give it a try, Tom!” He said as he stood looking down at Erin’s naked body sprawled on the pool table. Kristi turned a bright red hearing the man talk about her mother that way. Tom chuckled. “Yeah, she looks like a sweet piece of ass. Don’t worry, we’ll all get our fill of her before the weekend. Or maybe I should say we’ll all get to fill her!” The men all laughed as Kristi and Erica shrank closer to their father, who seemed to be comatose. Erin was still shaking and shuddering, taking in huge lungfuls of air as her body attempted to recover. Though she was not a virgin when she married her husband, she had only had two boyfriends before, and since then she had been faithful to Roger. She had been content with their sex life. But having two strangers doing the most horribly obscene things to her body didn’t disgust her as she had imagined. Instead, she had found that her body had exploded with sexual heat. “my god” she thought, “I acted like a complete whore!” Tom continued speaking. “Now that we have sweet cheeks one and two here, we can get ready to party. Kristi and Erica, before we brought you here we had a long talk with your parents. They’ve agreed to cooperate with us. You might wonder why your dear daddy is just sitting there while Bill and Bob played with your naked mother.” Kristi stole a quick glance at her father, noting the set of his jaw. She knew that he was struggling to maintain his anger. “Well, let’s just say that we’ve been able to convince him of our way of thinking. Of if you prefer the truth, we told him that if he cooperated with us this weekend, that when we leave on Sunday night, we will leave you alive.” Tom spoke so matter of fact that it took a couple of seconds for the import of his words to sink in. She gasped and heard Erica gasp as well. “You see, if your father tries to disarm us, if he doesn’t do exactly what we say in the way that we want, then we will kill him. Now your old man is brave and it would be worth him to risk his life to try and stop us. But if we have to kill your father, then we will kill you and your mother as well. Simply put, your father has to stay alive in order for you to stay alive. Do you girls understand what I’m saying?” Tom stopped looking at each of the girls. Kristi numbly nodded her head. “Let me tell you what is going to happen. As you can see, your mother is naked. What you didn’t see is that your father made her that way. He stripped her and then he picked her up and put her on the table for Bill and Bob to go to work on.” Kristi looked at her father and saw the rage and shame portrayed on his face. She knew that it was true, and her heart went out to him. She could imagine how difficult it had been for him. “In a couple of minutes we’re going to let Bill and Bob have round two with Mom. After they do a little fuck and suck with her, then we’re going to find out just how sweet you two little bitches are. And guess what? Daddy’s going to help us get YOU ready too!” Erica was sobbing and Kristi could hardly believe this was happening. Again she looked at her father and saw that his face was devoid of emotion. She realized that he was attempting to be brave and strong, and his example gave her just a bit of courage. Kristi’s mother had curled up into a ball on the table, lying on her side as Tom had been speaking. As Kristi watched, Bill and Bob began stripping our of their clothes. She tried not to look, but curiosity overcame her. She knew that she was blushing as Bob’s jeans were pushed down his legs. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she saw that he wore no underwear. She could see the trim muscles of his ass and legs, realizing that he was very well built. Kristi was shocked to feel a gradual swelling in her bra as her body began pumping blood to her nipples, causing them to swell and tingle. Bob was facing them and had bent over, pushing his jeans down his legs. When he stood up, Kristi saw her very first adult male cock. She couldn’t help staring, transfixed by the sight! His shaft was fully erect, sticking upwards at a 45 degree angle. The cap of his cock flared out and was a purple color, with a tiny piss slit in e end. Under the gently bobbing shaft were two dark brown sacks covered with hair. Kristi was almost too terrified to realize that looking at the man’s cock and balls was creating a stirring between her legs, a stickiness developing just inside her pussy lips. Kristi wasn’t a virgin, but she was very inexperienced, having only made out in dark cars with a boyfriend who had only fucked her once, barely penetrating her before shooting his boyish cum inside her body. She had not allowed him to do it again. The two naked men were now stroking their pricks as they approached the pool table and Kristi’s naked mother lying there. “How do you want to ball her? Bob asked. “Let’s put her on her back. I’ll take her mouth and you can fuck her cunt.” Bill replied with a grin. “Fine by me.” Bob replied. Erin whimpered piteously as the two men grabbled her arms and legs, moving her to the end of the table and pushing her onto her back. Erin’s head was now hanging off the table, her long blonde hair hanging almost to the floor. Bill stepped up to Erin’s head, taking her hair in his hands and swinging his hips to slap the hot flesh of his cock against her cheek. Again and again, he slapped Erin’s face with his cock, grinning sadistically. “P-please don’t.please stop!” she whimpered. “Come on, bitch, open your mouth and swallow my prick. I’ve got a load of cream I’m just dying to shoot down your throat!” Erin kept her mouth shut, moaning “Noooo!” as she tried to pull her head from his grip. Kristi saw that Bob had climbed on the table and was moving up between her mothers parted legs, his hands grabbing her knees and separating her legs. Tom said “Maybe you’d rather we just put a bullet through your daughter’s head?” He walked over to the couch and pulled Erica to her feet. Erica was sobbing wildly as the man pulled her towards him, spinning her around to face her mother as he ground his crotch into her ass. Kristi glanced at the fourth man, the one who had rousted her from bed, and saw that he had a shotgun and was covering her father. The loud sound of a hammer cocking on Tom’s pistol caused everyone to freeze for an instant. “NOOOO!” Erin cried out. “Leave her alone. Please don’t hurt my baby! I-I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt her!” She was looking at the man holding her daughter, pleading in her eyes. Tom was angry. “I’m tired of your shit! You’re a whore, you and your slut daughters. You’re good for only one thing, and that’s being a hole for guys to fuck. So get it through your stupid bitch mind now! You do what you’re told and you’ll be well fucked but alive on Monday. Question us or resist again, and you’ll be well fucked by Sunday night, but you and your bitch daughters and hubby will get a bullet in the head. Now SUCK HIS FUCKING DICK!” The man was shouting as he tightly held on to the quaking teenager. Nodding her head, Erin reached out and lifted Bill’s prick, steering it towards her open mouth. As Kristi looked on with sick eyes, her mother took the head of Bill’s cock inside her mouth, her lips closing around the shaft just behind the head. Throwing his head back, Bill groaned out, “Oh damn that feels good!” He took Erin’s hands and pulled them over her head around his hips, putting them on the tight muscles of his ass. “Hold on to my ass, you whore! And keep sucking my prick!” he grunted as he began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Kristi watched helplessly as Tom held Erica’s head in his hands and crushed his lips to hers. Her sister struggled but he was too strong. “Mmmmffmfmffffff” she grunted, trying to escape his kiss. After a second, he pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes. In a menacing voice, he said “Listen you little slut. You’re a whore just like your momma and you’re going to get fucked. But if you don’t’ start cooperating and pretend to enjoy yourself, I’m going to shoot your old man between the eyes!” Erica began pleading “NO, please don’t do that. Don’t hurt my Daddy!” Tom smiled sadistically. “OK then, let’s do this again. Now put your arms around my neck and kiss me like the hot assed bitch you really are. And if your don’t convince me that you can’t wait to spread your legs and get a prick shoved up your little pussy, you can say goodbye to Daddy and to any future for your family.” Erica had tears streaming down her face. Quickly, she glanced at her mother who was noisily sucking Bill’s cock as Bob knelt watching the interplay between Tom and Erica. “O-OK” she whispered, her hands moving up to snake around her captors neck. Lifting her face, she pressed her mouth to his, opening her mouth and allowing the older man’s tongue to enter her mouth. Kristi saw her father glance at Charlie. But Charlie was coolly watching her dad, and they both knew there was nothing they could do. Her attention was drawn to the pool table. Bob had grabbed her mother by the ankles, lifting her legs and spreading her mother wide apart. Looking down, he steered his prick to nestle in the wet pocket of her pussy. He didn’t give her any warning, but simply rammed forward, impaling her mother’s pussy with his cock. Erin moaned loudly around the cock that was stuffed in her mouth. Immediately the two men began buffeting her naked body between them on the table. Each time Bob slammed into Erin, she grunted around Bill’s cock, increasing his pleasure. Kristi noticed that her mother was very wet, for the sounds of Bob’s cock slapping into her was laced with the liquid squish as her pussy juice flowed freely. Looking again at Tom and Erica, Kristi saw that Tom had broken the kiss. “That was pretty good, sweet cheeks. If you all cooperate like that, you’re going to make it to Monday morning.” He released Kristi’s sister, pushing her back towards the couch and moving over beside Charlie. They all watched as Erin was thoroughly fucked by the two naked men. Her legs were pointing toward the ceiling, her ankles on Bob’s shoulder as he shafted her deeply in long, strong thrusts. Erin had made every attempt to resist the sexual heat that was building inside of her. But her will had crumbled. She had begun moving with the men, thrusting her pussy back at the cock invading her cunt. Bob’s cock was significantly longer than her husband and each time he slammed into her, she felt the head of his cock hitting previously untouched parts of her rhythmically spacing pussy. She was shamed, but couldn’t help it. Her hands had gripped Bill’s asscheeks, and she found to her shame that she loved feeling the strong ass muscles. Her fingers were unconsciously massaging his ass as she sucked and licked wildly. The sheer wantonness of being fucked in front of her family had begun erasing the shame and resistance from her mind. When Bill leaned forward and took her nipples in his hands, roughly pinching and tweaking them, it set off an orgasm. “Shit, you should feel what her cunt is doing!” Bob shouted as Erin’s pussy began a series of rippling contractions up and down his cock shaft. She cried out, but it was muffled by the cock stuffing her mouth. She was sobbing as a powerful orgasm washed over her body. It had been years since she had felt anything so strong. It made her feel all the more shame to know that these two rapists were doing something that her husband hadn’t done for a long time. She vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with her. But the two men continued plundering her body, not caring that she was cumming. Her orgasm continued for a half a minute, leaving her extremely sensitive. It was almost painful, but within another minute, she was again moving with the men, her body tingling and building to another cum. Wet sounds of hard fucking were heard in the family’s living room.

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