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Master Claims His Pet Part 2

I woke up slowly. I think my entire body was sore, although most of the pain was concentrated in the muscles between my legs. I stretched slightly, realizing as I moved that I was under the satin sheets of his bed and the ties that had bound my arms had been released. I opened my eyes. The curtains over the windows were drawn, showing me that it was still night. My new master was not in bed beside me. I turned over to the empty side of the bed, my lower lip trembling in disappointment.
“Carol Anne.” I sat up quickly and turned toward his voice, a smile breaking out across my face an instant before a slight wince replaced it as the pain of my sore muscles flared up. He was sitting in a chair not far from the foot of the bed. On the table next to him was a glass of wine. He had a book in his hands that he lay down beside the glass as he smiled at me. Much to my disappointment, he was wearing pants.
“Did you enjoy your little rest?” I nodded slowly. “Are you hungry, pet?” I realized at that moment that I was indeed starving, and told him so. “Then come here, little one.”
I got out of bed and turned to walk toward him. I froze when I saw his eyes were narrowed at me. He flicked a single finger down towards the ground. It was then that I noticed that a plate of food and a glass that was sitting on a stool at his feet and understood. I dropped to all fours and crawled to him. He didn’t really smile at me, but his frown did disappear. I stopped at his feet.
May I?” He nodded, and I placed my head on his knee. He placed a hand on my head.
“You learn quickly, Carol Anne.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I waited for him to give me permission to begin eating. He was watching me carefully, a small smile returning to his face. Finally he gestured towards the plate of sandwiches.
“Eat, my pet, while we discuss some things.” I reached for one of the sandwich halves and slowly ate while watching him. He, however, was staring out the window at the stars. I had finished one half of a sandwich and had started on a second before he spoke.
“You realize that I have every intention of keeping you here until I tire of you, don’t you, pet?” I didn’t answer, just smiled broadly at him. He looked down at me when I didn’t answer, saw my smile and looked back out his window, even though it was so dark I couldn’t see anything out it.
“I imagined you would be quite delighted at this. I have already indicated to your boss that you would be leaving. He believes you are coming to work for me, which I suppose is not entirely untrue.” He smiled slightly to himself.
“How did you…” I said softly before I realized it said it. I quickly covered my mouth with my mouth, looking up at him, expecting to see anger. He did frown slightly down at me.
“Finish eating instead of talking. If you have questions, you may ask them later.” I nodded and took a sip of the drink in the glass. It appeared to be a red wine, but was thicker and appeared to be stronger. I eagerly took another sip as he continued speaking.
“I will deal with your friends as the need arises.” I frowned slightly, not really wanting him to harm my friends, even if we weren’t really close anymore. He seemed to notice my frown because he gently said, “Despite my nature, I am perfectly capable of handling things without violence, Carol Anne.” I relaxed at his words.
After that, he turned back to the window, seeming to be thinking something over. He was, however, stroking my hair, petting it quite absentmindedly. I sat at his feet sipping my wine as he sat quietly thinking and petting my head. Finally, I lifted up slightly into his hand like my childhood cat would do as I pet him. My master looked down at me, smiling softly.
“Am I boring you, Carol Anne?” I smiled but shook my head playfully. “Are you finished eating?”
“Yes, Master. It was very good, thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Now put your glass down, you have more to learn.” I obeyed eagerly, turning so that I was kneeling between his legs facing him. It had not yet occurred to me what he wanted.
“My pet, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed you earlier.” I smiled enthusiastically, but he simply raised one of his hands and continued. “But there is much more of you to enjoy.” His hand slid under my collar, using it to pull me closer. “Take it out, pet.”
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching into his pants for the object of my desire. It wasn’t completely hard yet, but his size was still quite considerable. Having him in my small hands made the fire within me flare up quickly again. I looked up at him for guidance. He met my glance and then moved to settle himself more comfortably in his chair. He pulled me closer by the hair until my lips were an inch away from him.
“Open and put it in your mouth, Carol Anne.” I licked my lips and did as he told me. I tightened my lips around him and start to gently suck at him. I started to take more of him in my mouth and gently bob my head up and down on his cock as my tongue massaged the underside of his cock. At first, I had no problem taking him in my mouth, but he quickly grew quite hard and larger in my mouth. I was now struggling to stretch my mouth sufficiently around him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t see his face from my angle, but I could hear his soft moans and grunts at my actions, and his hips were thrusting slightly towards me. Finally, I felt a hand on my head firmly yet gently pushing me down, forcing me to take more of his cock. I gagged several times as his cock forced his way into my throat. I could feel my throat contacting around his cock, trying to dispel him. He let up on the pressure on my head for a few moments allowing me to take several deep breaths before he pushed back down on my head. He repeated this several times, and each time I made sure to continue my sucking as well as the massage of my tongue.
The fourth or fifth time he pushed me down, my nose pushed into his pubic hair. He held me there for a moment before I heard him grunt slightly. He pulled me up slightly so that only part of his cock was in my mouth as he said, “Swallow it all, pet.” He grunted again, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was far hotter than I had realized. I held his cum in my mouth until he finished and sat back with a sigh. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes and rolled his cum around on my tongue, savoring the taste for several moments before swallowing it. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was watching me, but finally spoke.
“You did better than I thought you would,” he said, “although I’m sure you will improve in time.” As he said it, I felt tears fill my eyes and lowered my head, feeling that I had disappointed him. I blinked quickly trying to prevent my tears of frustration from falling. I felt his finger under my chin to lift my face towards him, but I turned away quickly. Immediately I felt his hand slap across my face and his hand cupping my chin to force my face up to look at him.
“Do not pull away from me again, Carol Anne.” His voice was even softer and more dangerous than usual. For the first time since having arrived, I was actually scared.
He let me go, however, and sat back, watching me. I raised my hands to hover over his knee, hoping to be able to touch and placate him. “May I, Master?”
“No.” I lowered my hands back to my lap, sadly. “I never thought you to be such a perfectionist that you couldn’t acknowledge that you could improve something you’ve never done before. Unless, of course, you have such experience I should expect more expertise,” he sneered. I shook my head fanatically, opening my mouth to answer him. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
I whimpered slightly and sat back on my heels. He was watching me with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how old I am?” I shook my head, wondering at the seemingly irrelevant question.
“Suffice it to say I am centuries old. You are hardly the first I have claimed.” He paused for some time.
“However, you are the undeniably by far the most responsive and one of the most obedient and affectionate pets I have ever had the pleasure of claiming. I have never been more pleased with my choice of pet.”
I smiled slowly, not sure he wasn’t kidding. He smiled his slight smile back at me and continued. “Now stop your pouting because I note you can improve at something. It’s infantile and annoying.”
“May I speak?” I asked softly. He considered, then nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Master. I just thought I was disappointing you.”
“You weren’t. Trust me; you’ll certainly know if you do.”
“Are you going to punish me now for pulling away from you?”
He cocked his head slightly, obviously thinking. “Wait right there.” He got up and walked to a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened the door closer to me, preventing me from seeing what was in this cabinet. “I must say, pet, that there is such benefit to living in this century. So many toys readily available.” He closed the cabinet, and I finally saw what he had brought out. It was a leather flogger. He played with the tassels as he spoke to me.
“I don’t think my belt really made the impression I was hoping for, so let us see what this can do.” He used my collar to drag me to the center of the room. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling there that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He threw the flogger on the bed, and then pulled out a length of rope.
“Your hands.” I lifted them up to him, my eyes still on the flogger. I was still scared about the beating I was about to receive. He tied my hands together and then slipped the rope over the hook. My hands were raised high above my head. Only the balls of my feet touched the floor. He stepped back and looked me over. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I was more interested in the flogger. He picked up the flogger and used it to turn my face towards him.
“Just remember that I love you,” he said softly before he brought the flogger down onto my left breast. I jumped at the pain, and whimpered slightly as the flogger fell onto my right breast. He continued until five blows had landed on either breast. He paused and I relaxed slightly, thinking it was over, but he only moved around to my back. He continued my beating, this time allowing ten blows to fall on my ass. He paused again.
“Now spread your legs.” I whimpered again through my tears, but did as best I could. He was in front of me again, this time raining four blows on the insides of each of my thighs. I was crying softly now.
“Just two more now, pet.” I was relieved until the first blow landed on my exposed pussy. I screamed, barely noticing the second strike. I stood there crying in pain as he put his toy away. He returned to me, untying my hands and whispering the only thing that could have alleviated my pain, “Good girl.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I tried to roll over, but his hand pushed down on my back, preventing me. I frowned for a moment before I felt his hips against me, and realized that he was hard and throbbing again. Apparently, my master now wanted to take the last virgin part of me.
He moved away from me to get something, presumably some sort of lube. He inserted two fingers into my anus, trying to spread the lube around sufficiently. I heard him spreading the lube onto his cock before placing it against my hole. He leaned into my ear.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked in a mocking tone. I knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be gentle even if I asked him to, perhaps especially not if I asked. It didn’t matter, though; if I had wanted gentleness in a lover, I would not be here.
“No, master, I don’t,” I told him honestly. He chuckled against me.
“Insatiable,” he whispered as he began to push into me. It burned at first, only to be replaced by sharper pain. He seemed to be having trouble pushing into my tight hole. When I saw that he was half way into me, he pulled out slightly to thrust back into me. He continued in this manner, pulling back only to thrust even further into me. Finally, he pushed his hips against the sore cheeks of my ass.
It took longer for the pain to fade than it had when he first took me, but in time it did. I tried to thrust back against him, but found it difficult from my angle. He seemed to realize this and, without pulling out of me, he lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. From this position, I could meet his thrusts without reserve.
I had not expected to enjoy this as much as I had our previous acts, but I slowly started to feel pleasure at his thrusts. The pleasure quickly spread when his fingers began to rub at my clit. He leaned forward over me to whisper in my ear.
“Cum with me, Carol Anne.” I nodded, unable to speak. His thrusts were getting stronger, and his fingers were circling my clit faster. I was incredibly close, but held myself back, determined to wait for him. I was rewarded when I heard him whisper, “Now!” followed by his groan of pleasure. I let myself go, feeling the pleasure flow through my body, causing it to convulse under him for some time. I collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled himself from me.
“Come clean me off, pet.” I slowly pulled myself off to look at his wilting cock. Somewhat reluctantly, I licked it clean. I finished without verbal complaint, but couldn’t help making a slight face.
“Do you not enjoy that particular act, pet?” he asked as I lay my head on his thigh. I hesitated before answering.
“I will do what you ask me to do, Master.”
He chuckled slightly. “That is not what I asked.”
“No, Master, I didn’t. But…”
“You’ll do as I tell you, I heard you the first time you said it. But I will keep your dislike in mind nonetheless.”
I was surprised, but answered with, “Thank you, Master.” I was exhausted now. My two naps since the morning were simply not sufficient when compared to the energy I had expended. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I asked him where I should sleep.
“Unless I tell you differently, you may sleep at the foot of my bed.” Slowly, I crawled to the foot of his enormous bed and curled up there facing him. I felt him place a blanket over me before I fell into a deep sleep.
****
He looked at the foot of his bed, where his newest pet was curled up and fast asleep. He had had all types over the years. He had never wanted to keep any of his women permanently, so he went through many. He had had blondes, brunettes, redheads. He had had small women and large women, tall women as well as short women. He had claimed someone from most countries in the world today. While most of his women were virgins, he had occasionally taken women who were slightly used as well as incredibly experienced. Some of the women he claimed came willingly, while others he had to drag back to his home and break over time. However, he had not lied to her; he had never had a woman who was so responsive or so eager to please from the beginning. He had taught such responsiveness to some of his women, but it came so easily to her. Furthermore, she had accepted her punishments better than anyone before. He had yet to test the full extent of her, but he doubted he would be disappointed. If anything, he felt that in time she could only improve.
Considering her lying there, he felt for the first time that he might have found his perfect pet. If she continued to please and improve, he might just make her completely his. Forever.
In her sleep, Carol Anne felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment that consumed her. She smiled in her sleep, feeling truly happy for the first time in her life.

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My cousin took my virginity

This happened. It’s up to you if you believe me, I don’t really care. I want to write it down though. While I don’t think I will ever forget this for the rest of my life, I want to remember the smaller details while they’re still fresh in my mind. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head ever since it happened. A large amount of it is about me, a 17 year old male with nothing but my dick and my messed up thoughts. So no homo. You’ll get a better idea of what actually happened and how amazing this was for me if you read it all.
Two weeks after finishing school for the day I decided to visit my auntie and cousin with whom I haven’t seen in quite some time. I’ve always been really close to both of them, and they’re more like a second mother and sister to me. My auntie is a single mom. The dickhead dad ditched her and his daughter around 4 years ago. He moved 200 miles away and started a new family with some other woman. He sends money and Birthday cards though, so that’s OK.
Both myself and my cousin are only children with no siblings, so the two of us have been especially close to each other growing up. She’s a little bit older than me, 18 years old, in her first year of University. I’ve always thought she was pretty. The fact that she is related to me has always compelled me to limit my perception of her as merely “pretty”. You can judge for yourself from the New Years Eve photo. Not sure why the Christmas tree is still up though.
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My cousin Emily was on her Christmas break from University for a few weeks. So I got there and there was no one home. I’ve had a key for years since it’s my 2nd home, so I decided I’d go in any to get some food. I went and made myself a sandwich and coffee and watched some TV. I wandered into my Emily’s bedroom, curious to see any University work she had brought home just to see how difficult it was.
I spent a few minutes looking at some of her books, and photos, I dunno, just snooping around…bored. I don’t why, but I to opened up the top drawer on the dresser. I saw all her panties, bras, socks, and tampons. I questioned why I was looking through her drawer and was about to stop, but just before I did I caught something shiny out of the corner of my eye. It was one of those small “bullet” vibrators. I picked it up and turned it on, and it started vibrating quite softly. An image immediately crept into my mind of her lying on the bed, naked, with the vibrator on her privates while she moaned softly. I looked around further, and found a dildo with some sort of weird attachment which I suppose was meant for the clitoris. There were also several condoms in the drawer, including a few empty packets that had obviously been opened.
That was the first time I had any sexual thought about her. Yeah, I know she’s hot, but we’re cousins. You don’t really think about that sort of thing unless something triggers it. There was only two occasions I can remember in my life that might be considered sexual between the two of us. One time when I was about 6 years old, during a time when I was obsessed with Wrestling, I found a porno mag which must have been her dads. This was my first exposure to sex and it confused the hell out of me. Why are the man and woman naked and holding each other? Why do they look so happy? All I can remember afterwards was that myself and Emily were playing as we always did upstairs in her room when my mom was visiting my aunty. We were both naked. We were both copying positions that were in the porno mag. Out of fucking nowhere my mom opened up the door on, looked angry, split us up and we went home. Nothing else was said and never has been. I’m not trying to say I was having sex with my cousin at 6 years old, we were just sort of rolling around and play fighting. We had no idea what the fuck we were doing. 10 minute beforehand she was watching saved by the bell on TV and I was playing Pokemon Red on my Gameboy(blue is for faggots son)
The second incident, to cut a long story short, was my proper introduction to sex. Emily’s dad had bought a new PC and an internet connection. This was the only computer in the house, and no one was allowed to touch it. Absolutely no one. Apart from her dad. So she’d always be over at my house using my family PC to go on Myspace or Kazaa. She was around 13 years old, and one day when we were alone she showed me a hardcore porn video.* Dick. Vagina. Semen. She said that I was supposed to watch it and pull on my penis and it would feel good.
“That’s what some of the boys in my year said they do”
And that was that. My Sex ED lesso. So it began. I guess this was the exact moment I became a teenager. Like before, this was never brought up again. But within one week of Emily showing me that video and saying the words “Pull” and “Penis”, my family PC was littered with “DIRTY-TEEN-FUCKEDHARD-18YEAR-ANAL.exe” and thousands of its variants. Gone were the days of looking curiously at the lingerie section in my mom’s clothing catalogue and questioning the meaning of life. Welcome to the internet. Enjoy. I’ve been jacking it almost every single day since then like the filthy animal I am.
I’ve never heard her talk about boyfriends or anything like that. She teases me about girls and deliberately makes me embarrassed when she asks me if I’m a virgin. I’ve always thought of her as a sweet and innocent girl. It’s not like she dresses slutty or even talks about guys she thinks are hot. No posters of Justin Timberlake and Enrique Iglesias on her wall If you get what I mean. But It would be quite naïve to think a girl as hot as her doesn’t get any sexual attention from other guys. And the condoms in her drawer pretty much confirmed that. Behind all the innocence, girls can be just as naughty as guys.
Anyway, I kept looking. There were bikinis, briefs, french knickers, shorts, thongs, g-strings, suspenders, tights, stockings. Everything from plain white cotton to dark red satin and see through black mesh. All styles and colors and materials. Hard to picture her wearing any of this stuff. After a quick scan I picked up one of the thongs and without even thinking of what I was doing, my motions on cruise control, put the part where the vagina sits up to my nose. I inhaled deeply.
It was absolute heaven.
These weren’t dirty panties, but I could still smell the scent of her vagina. I didn’t even know what a fucking vagina smelled like, I had yet to so much as finger a girl. But it was a smell so distinct it had to be it. And mixed with that “fresh out of the washing machine” smell, it was just beautiful.
Standing there in the middle of the room with my head back and a pair of panties on my face, I suddenly realized the fucking window in her room looked out to the entire street with the curtains wide open in broad daylight. I was almost about to snap out of it, to stop being such a fucking weird perv, and just go home and distract myself from all of this with my crack-like addiction to Starcraft and 4chan (shoutout to mah niggaz MVP, Zyzz, and based adam farrignton)
I felt a twitch in my trousers. I felt aroused. Very aroused. Then I felt like any moment now my Auntie or Cousin would walk past the window and see me standing there with the panty drawer wide open and with absolutely no explanation to offer. So I went into panic mode. I picked up 4 pairs of underwear. Rationally thinking that 4 missing would be too suspicious, I put one back. Irrationally thinking with my dick, I picked it back up.
Regular cotton white briefs with a black playboy logo on the front. Some sort of tutu/micro skirt black underwear with frilly pink bits that stick out. Then I don’t know what they’re called, but like a tiny version of mens boxer shorts that were yellow and with a sort of see- through mesh material. And finally, a dark red and black satin/ silk thong. Really smooth.
So I crammed them all into my jacket pocket. Left the house, and started walking. It was a good 15 minute walk to the bus stop, which involved me having to go the shop to pick up some things, so my arousal level slowly faded until I had forgotten everything about the last 15 minutes.
I was sitting at the back of the bus where the only other person was a middle aged woman and her daughter at the other side. I had my music playing, half reading the newspaper. In the back of my mind was trying to ignore the fact that I had just stolen 4 panties from my cousin, for no apparent reason. I stared out of the window and contemplated for a good minute how fucking weird this was. One part of my conscience telling me I should be so fucking ashamed of myself, the next It’s “normal” to do this and not that bad really. Whatever it is, when I put my hand in my pocket and felt the materials of each of the panties, I didn’t give a shit about what I was doing. I imagined how I would feel if I found out some girl had stolen my boxer shorts so she could rub them on her pussy. That would be fucking awesome. Then I remembered the really weird part about the situation. That the panties didn’t belong to just any girl, but my cousin. So then I pictured Emily masturbating with them instead, and well…that didn’t really change my mind.
I was sat right next to where the bus engine is, and anyone in Britain knows how much vibration there is at the back of the buses. Felt like a faggot getting turned on by erections, but it felt good. Those slight vibrations in my penis. I was just sitting there staring out the window, quietly content with the semi in my pants and the silky texture of the panties in my hand. I was telling myself to be patient, because I knew my mom wasn’t home and in about 15 minutes I’d be jacking it like a motherfucker.
The patience ended after about a minute. Packed bus. Woman and child sitting a few feet away. Couldn’t give a fuck. I just couldn’t help myself. Delving into that fucked up weird sexual state of mind every guy knows, I decided to up the ante. I slowly pulled out the pink satin panties that were in my jacket pocket, and slid them down my trousers. I was looking sort of to the right a little bit, so I could see the woman and child out of the corner of my eye just to make sure they weren’t looking
(No homo for the next part. Seriously, the girl will come, chill out. I’m just enjoying remembering every detail of this as I type)
I hadn’t masturbated in over a week, and as soon as I put that soft material touched on my penis…rock hard. All 7 inches of my virgin dick. Thick, solid, tight. I felt it grow an extra half inch that I previously didn’t know was there. Every capillary felt like an artery. Testosterone and every chemical aphrodisiac hormone there is were flowing through my body. My dick was pulsating. For the guys reading this, you can identify with this state of dickdom. There are different tiers of erections, sometimes you can masturbate while semi hard and it’s not so great. Sometimes when you think you’re fully hard you look at your dick and notice it’s slightly smaller than what you’ve seen before, and you can feel a slight limpness in it. On those rare occasions, you know your dick is a fucking Redwood tree. You just know it.
And that silky sensation of the panties brushing over the head of my penis was a hippie treehugger nourishing and taking care of my 100 foot wood. I began to become less aware that I was in a public place, and my alertness faded as the sensations and fantasies took over. Very slowly, as if I was I tugged the strap of the panties, moving my foreskin up and down. I’d grap it hard and let go. I’d pull my foreskin all the way down and hold It there, then massage the exposed head with the saddle of the thong. Imagining my cousins warm juices that were previously once there mixing with my precum, which by now was literally flowing down the entirety of my penis. A weeks’ worth of semen is demanding to be released, but I’m just enjoying this as much as I want right now. I was sitting there, not giving a fuck. Hand in pants, rock hard cock, the bulge In my pants visibly moving up and down. Eyes staring out the window at nothing. Jaw open like a complete and utter retard. I don’t even have any idea if anyone had saw me. If they looked in my general direction for even one second they would have clocked it. Some 17 year old virgin loser jacking off in the back of a public bus in the middle of the day. Fuck it. So I continued. In a total trance. Then I realised I had missed my stop. 5 fucking minutes ago.
I snapped out of it, looked around and the woman and child were long gone. They fucking saw me I knew it. Fuck it I need to get home and spew this fucking load.
Next stop. Ring the bell. “Thanks.” Out the bus. Hands in packets, feeling those panties around my fingers as walked as fast as I could back home trying to keep an erection.
I got back home, my dick hard as ever. No one’s was home so it was straight to work.
Laptop positioned, lube in place, trousers down to my knees.
I felt like some Sunny Lane. I’ve always had a thing for her.
To keep this sort, what followed was an hour of ecstasy. An hour of hanging delicately, but with a state of the art harness, on the edge of orgasm. Sometimes you can control it. Sometimes you get within an inch of It and your body just takes over you. My dick was in a different state that day. An hour of watching porn and an hour of jacking off my rock hard dick in which I was almost constantly on the edge of orgasm. Throughout my fap, I did all sorts of weird shit with those panties. I couldn’t help it. Half way through I…..I put the lace ones on.
Possibly the lowest I’ve ever sanked so far, and it’s hard to admit. But yeah, I was sat there jacking off while wearing a pair of my cousins panties. Weird I know, but fuck it felt good.
I decided I had had my fun for the day and time to go for the money shot. Fuck it, not even going to cum in my hand or a sock or tissue or anything. All my clothes are off. I’m aiming for the ceiling if I can. Sunny Lane is getting railed and she’s loving it. Taking it like a champ. She turns around and some dude is about to ejaculate into her mouth. I decide to cum as well, and I increase my intensity.
Just at that point.
I hear the back door open
“Anon, are you home?” my mom said
There were other voices there with her
They were my Auntie and my cousin Emily.
Most guys know the deal here. Being caught masturbating is not a nice experience. Those few seconds you have between being caught with your dick out or sitting there chilling on the computer are precious. Girls don’t know shit about multi-tasking.
Picture the situation. I have Sunny Lane on my laptop about to receive a gallon of cum down her throat with the fucking guy who won’t stop moaning with the volume very loud. I’m sitting in the living room completely naked except for a family members panties wrapped around my crotch. I have dick that is screaming to cum everywhere and to top it all of I have lubricant on the table, a pair of panties in my hand, and another of which I have no fucking idea of their whearabouts.
I made a decent effort though. It was almost perfect. Emily was the first one to see me. I caught her eye as soon as she appeared in the doorway, while my waistband was simultaneously being snapped back into place over her thong I was wearing and the laptop lid being smashed closed. She had witnessed the final few milliseconds of the aftermath of what had been a weirdo sexual adventure that lasted a good 3 hours, starring my fucked up self and the her panties.
It hadn’t clicked immediately, but it was the very first moment of eye contact with her that gave it away for me. Some of these things you just know, an unexplainable sixth sense. Or just a tiny giveaway in visual communication.
Despite this, I hadn’t seen her in like 4 months. She walked towards me with her arms wide open and a huge smile on her face. Too afraid to get up and reveal my erection, I remained seated as she leaned over to hug me. I snapped back to reality. She was my beautiful cousin. Like a big sister. I missed her.
My mom and auntie came shuffling in yammering about something uninteresting. The three of them had been shopping in the post-Christmas sales and had bought a shit load of clothes
I was so fucking paranoid. I was still transitioning from sexual beast mode to my normal self. Emily was asking me how I was getting on, telling me she missed me, telling me about the University, her classes, how much fun she’s having… I was finding it hard to pay attention, more worried about the missing panties that were somewhere in this room. I know I had a pair stuffed in my pocket. And a silky red thong riding my asscrack and holding in place my limp dick. The other two were a fucking mystery. Emily kept trying to talk with me. More chit chat. What Universities I applied to. Telling me I should go to the same as her. Telling me about the apparently crazy parties that happen. Wasn’t paying any attention. Face was still red, tiny beads of sweat crawling down the sides of my face.
Emily is staring right into my eyes having a one way conversation. I’m looking at the ground mumbling incoherent responses. I hear something coming from my mom and aunty, who have been engrossed in conversation with each other and arguing somewhat. I picked out the words “use” “anon” “ebay” “laptop”, and aftwerwards “anon im just going to order something off ebay”.
My Auntie reaches over to grab my laptop. As soon as she opens that fucking lid she, my mom, and Emily are going to be greeted with a full screen image of the beautiful Sunny Lane. All glazed up with fresh cum and with a huge veiny cock resting on her tongue.
I snatch at the laptop at yank it away from her in with one hand in one lightning quick motion.
“hold on a second I need to check some of my music downloads” I mumble.
Emily lets out a faint giggle. I glance at her and she’s covering her mouth looking at the ground, trying to stop herself from bursting into laughter. My mom asks her what’s so funny and she just says she’s remembering something funny that happened earlier.
Well there it fucking goes. I might as well have whipped out my dick and finished the job in front of my whole family. The jig is up.
While this was extremely embarrassing, out of the three of them I’m glad it was Emily who had caught me in the act. No doubt my mom and auntie would have made a huge scene. And I can imagine your own mother catching you in the act must be the worst feeling in the world. It had to happen sooner or later. Multiple times a day, every day since the the time Emily showed me that video of the cheerleader on her knees getting demolished by the big black dude. * (google “Vivian valentine cheerleader locker room” if you’re curious)
My cousin is a very chilled out girl. She makes light of everything, and has never seemed to have either a care in the world or be bothered by anything negative in her life. I knew she knew. And she probably knew I knew that she knew. But she was nice enough to not make a big deal out of it. I’m just jacking off after all. Right?
A few hours go by. I eventually relax and catch up with my cousin. We talk about everything, with most of it being about her first semester at University. When my mom and auntie leave the room to make some coffee, me and Emily were left alone. I was expecting her to mention something, but instead she just continuous as normal. Yapping about whatever. She had matured so much since the last time I saw her. A different person, like she had gone from a teenage girl to a woman in the space of a year. I suppose it feels that way for any high school kid who meets a University student. Something about her did seem slightly different though. Whereas before I was somewhat of an equal while growing up with her, now she was like a big sister teaching her little bro about life at university. I had noticed how much more revealing her clothes were as well. I’ve never seen her dress like this before, but she was wearing some sort of leather type pants and a white vest and jacket. Her legs and ass in those pants, everything was skin tight, her curve in her lower half revealed. I could see her goddamn camel toe whenever she stood up. I knew she was hot, or to be appropriate since she’s my cousin, I always thought she was a pretty girl. Now though, seeing her like this…
She’s fucking smoking.
Eventually, my mom drives them home. They live only 10 minutes away, so before they leave I’m already planning my ninja wank. I tell Emily I’ll see her before she goes back to University, say bye to my auntie and give my mom some money for some food, trying to delay her as much as possible. Emily is the last to leave the room. I’m sitting on the sofa watching her walk out. With the laptop sitting in front of me on the table. Just before she walks through the doorway, she turns around, looks me in the eye, and says “Have fun anon”, giggling as she walks away with a huge smile across her face. I’m sitting there and I don’t know how the fuck to respond.
Sure enough, as soon as I hear the car driving away, I’m pulling my dick out of the red satin panties I’m stiill wearing and I’m going to town. I don’t need any porn. I’m rock solid within seconds with my eyes closed picturing that tight little ass moulded in those leather pants she was wearing. That tiny waist those perfectly shaped perky tits. Jacked off to my cousin. Finished within a minute. Exploded everywhere.
I cleaned up, found the missing panties which were stuffed down the gaps in the sofa, and tried to come to terms with the shame I brought upon myself that day.
For the rest of the day, I was just alone in the house with my mom, doing a bit of studying, wasting away time on the internet. The house phone rang at 8pm and my mom answered it. It was Emily.
She asked my mom if she had left any underwear there, I could hear her on the phone too. Telling my mom she thinks some of her panties she bought from the store had fell out of the her bag.
“Can you ask anon if he has seen them please?”
“Have you seen any underwear lying around anon?” my mom asks.
Emily then gives a description of what they look like, and specifically asks my mom to pass this information on to me in case I find them. The yellow shorts/hot pants. The white briefs with the playboy logo. The black mini skirt. All described in perfect detail.
“Yeah ask anon if he has seen any of those.”
My heart is fucking pounding. As if getting caught wasn’t embarrassing enough. She now knows that for whatever reason, 3 of her panties happened to be in my house at the time she caught me. And not only that, two of them stuffed in the sofa that I was sitting on, one of them hanging out my trouser pocket clear as day.
My life is fucking over. I’ll never be able to look her in the face again. Ashamed of myself for the rest of my life. And now she’s just fucking with me.
So for the next week, nothing eventful happens. I’m on my Christmas holidays doing a little bit of night shift work when I can for some extra cash. Mom is working through the day. New years eve comes and goes with nothing special happening. I’m not so big into parties, and I just end up spending new years eve with a couple of friends and family. Emily had arranged weeks in advance to spend New Years Eve with one of her University friends and her family who live across the country.
Two days later. It’s Thursday morning. Four days ago at the time I’m writing this.
Emily hadn’t spoken to me yet about anything, and I’ve deliberately tried to avoid her. I honestly just don’t think I’d be able to handle the embarrassment. She might not have come out and say it, but I knew she knew I had been jacking it with her panties.
I wake up around 10am to the sound of my phone vibrating. My mom has already left for work a few hours ago. I pick up my phone to read the text..
Emily – “Hey anon need to use your printer for some coursework, be down in 20 minutes xxx”
Nothing I can really do, so I prepare myself for inevitable awkwardness and beta behaviour. And I’m guessing she’ll end up staying for a while and want to spend some time with me before she leaves for University. Because coming in, printing a few things off and leaving straight away without saying anything isn’t in her nature. She could meet a stranger and be best friends with them by the end of a day. She’s an incredibly friendly girl with no malice in her whatsoever. Everyone gets along with her. Not even the most jealous girls would dislike her.
Me on the other hand, I’ve just turned 17 years old and I’ve ever been with a girl. The most I’ve ever done is make out with some girl in school when I was 14. It wasn’t exactly asking my friend to ask her friend to ask her if she would isn’t exactly the smoothest move. I have few friends as well. To be honest, I’m just shy. I live in a remote town of less than 10,000 people.
I stayed in my bed, analysing the situation. Running it through my head, everything that happened over the holidays. I’m still ashamed and extremely embarrassed. Wearing my cousins panties. Masturbating in them while thinking about her. How fucked up can you get. I had to throw them away as soon as I could that day.
And there I was, waiting for her to arrive. Absolutely petrified. It will be ok. She won’t even bring it up because she knows how embarrassing it was for me. I masturbated with my cousins panties and she knows about it. The thought never goes away. I get changed and go and wait in the living room for her to arrive
I hear her open the front door and she calls me name
“Yeah I’m here” I respond.
She walks into the room casually and says hello and asks me what I’m up to.
While I’m talking to her, she talks off her winter coat and hangs it up. I don’t know what the fuck she’s trying to do, but she’s wearing a tiny skirt that must have been around 10 inches long and a fucking tied up t-shirt showing off her stomach. She is so goddamn sexy.
I can’t even look her in the eye I’m so nervous and embarrassed
She says she’s making coffee and asks if I want one. When she comes back she sits down next to me on the sofa. What the fuck is she doing? I thought she needed to use the printer?
General bullshit chat continues. The fact that she’s dressed like a stripper doesn’t is never mentioned. She’s just her normal old self. But the way she’s dressing is so out of character. I consider asking her why she’s dressed like that, but I pussy out. She tells me about her New years. Asks about mine. Asks me if I hooked up with anyone. Yeah. We spend 10 minutes talking, although much like before, it was more of a one way exchange with me mumbling back short answers. I wanted her out. I love her as a cousin but I can’t handle the embarrassment and tension. She’s acting as if nothing happened but to me it was really fucked up and shameful.
I ask her if she still needs to use the printer, Trying to rush her out.
After I tell her where it is, a few minutes later she calls me through, unable to get it working.
So I get up and go in the other room. I fiddle with the printer and then sit in the chair and ask her what the problem is. She shows me what she needs printing off while leaning over my shoulder. The smell of her perfume is overwhelming.
She stands up, and then out of nowhere I hear a spark. I turn around and she’s lighting up a fucking joint. What the fuck?
I was pretty fucking shocked. She’s never so much as talked about any drugs. She isn’t even a regular drinker.
She’s acting casually, as if she’s been smoking weed her entire life and explains that everyone in her University dorm does it. She really has become a completely different person. Not necessarily in a bad way, but seeing her smoke weed is really weird. She asks if I’ve ever tried it and after saying no she puts it in my mouth without even asking if I want to and tells me how to inhale it. I honestly didn’t really feel any different. Probably didn’t inhale properly. But she is completely baked. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her like this, and I don’t know how to react. She tells me to put some music on and I then remind her that she wanted to print something off.
So I ask her what she wants done. She moves around the chair and sits on my knee, explaining that she can’t see the screen.
Her coursework is printed off. It was only 3 pages. And it just lies in the printer next to the computer. She stays sat on my knee and asks me to check her Facebook.
So now I’m sitting here with Emily on my lap, my arms around her waist controller the keyboard and mouse, and she’s telling me where to go. She continues smoking the joint and hands it to me every so often. I have no idea what I’m doing or if I’m even inhaling properly, but I don’t want to seem like a pussy. I’ve started to warm to her being her, and my embarrassment over the situation a few days ago has gone. We’re both kind of chilled out and just having fun together at this point. Listening to music, watching youtube videos, browsing facebook. She shows me various pictures of her at University and tells me all about it. We’re chatting away and having a good time. This is what it had always been like. We were always close friends. I realised there’s no point in being embarrassed about what happened, and to just get over it.
At this point, what I think are the effects of the weed start happening. It’s not very intense, but I do feel a warm glow in my body. A light tingling. I notice I have a huge dumbass smile for no reason. Emily continues talking about the people she’s met at University. She’s still sitting on lap, just down next to my knee.
Then things start turning a little strange.
She starts talking about the boys she’s met at University. She turns around and looks me in the eyes, and she’s completely stoned.
“Are you still a virgin?”
“You can tell me the truth you don’t have to be embarrassed”
I fucking hate this. She’s done it before and she’s doing it again. She’s giggling while saying it as if it’s cute that I haven’t been with a girl. It’s embarrassing and I still haven’t admitted I am. So I try to dodge the question by saying dumb shit like “I don’t kiss and tell”. She knew I was lying and after pressuring me she got me to admit it.
“Jeez it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, stop worrying.”
We continue chatting about random stuff. And after a while we end up reminiscing about the fun times we had together.
She brings up the time we both got caught “wrestling”. She can’t stop laughing about it and I’m playing along pretending it’s funny when all I can think about is the enormous erection that has now filled my shorts. If she ever looks down she’d see the outline of it stretching all the way down the other leg from the one she’s sitting on.
We continue laughing about old times and at one point she shuffles her body, raising her left leg over my right so that rather than sitting on my leg she’s now straddling it. Her skirt is splayed over my leg as she continues talking, I can feel her underwear on my bare leg
She is soaking wet.
I’m getting extremely nervous at this point and I have no idea what to do. We’re both high as a kite. My dick has been rock hard for 10 minutes now and now I can feel her pussy on my thigh.
Suddenly, she brings up the event that happened a few days ago.
I knew it was coming.
“The other day, when I walked in on you. Were you jacking off with my panties?”
I froze. Complete silence. The only thing that filled the air was the sound of the computer fan and both of us breathing.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I just came clean.
“Yeah…” I said sheepishly.
Another five seconds of silence passed, then she replied with “That’s hot”, while she simultaneously began grinding her pussy on my leg very slowly.
I was speechless. I have never been in a situation like this before. For the next minute or so, I was pretending to be clicking on websites with the mouse, oblivious to the juices seeping through her panties and down my leg as she continued moved back and forth. Back and forth, never gaining speed, just going slow. We didn’t speak. All that I heard was very faint moaning. I could tell she wasn’t trying to make it obvious, I think we both knew what was happening but were too afraid to admit it and go all out. We are first cousins after all. It’s fucking weird. But she sure as hell was enjoying herself. We were both facing forward and I leaned forward to look at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. She was the one taking charge and I just let her. This was my first sexual experience with a girl and I didn’t know what to do. I reached down my pants and grabbed my dick, moving it up to lie on my belly. I started stroking it slowly over my shorts, while still clicking away on random things that I wasn’t paying attention to, trying to act cool about the situationill.
She continued lightly moaning, making it slightly more obvious every time.
She asked in a me stuttered mumble, “Why did you jack off with my panties, that’s…uhhh, kinda weird”.
All I could say was that, “They looked nice and feel really good on my dick.”
At that point she stood up and in one slow and smooth motion without hesitation turned around and faced me. I leaned back in my chair, I had never been so fucking excited in my entire life. Adrenaline was pumping like a motherfucker. She was looking me in the eyes as both her legs hanged over mine, her skirt covering her panties. She lifted it up and reveal her crotch.
“What do you think of these ones?” She asked.
At this point she’s staring deep into my eyes. My eyes are darting all over the place. I can’t look her in the eyes even though I know she wants me to. It’s just too intense. I look at her underwear an just mumble “..wow”
Her plain jane white cotton panties are two different shades. She is absolutely gushing.
She moves her body forward and rests her pussy on the obvious bulge in my shorts. She begins grinding up and down. Slowly to start with. My hands are behind the chair, but she grabs both and moves them around to her ass, making me grip her ass cheeks tight. She’s still looking at me in my eyes, every time I tried to look back I can only last a few seconds. She stops for a second and stands up.
She pulls my shorts and underwear down, and my dick springs right out. It is rock hard. Absolutely fucking rock hard. It’s actually a tiny bit painful, as if there is too much blood in my dick, but when she sits back down she’s resting her panties right on my dick. She starts moving up and down faster and faster, moaning louder each time. Her hands are on my shoulders and she’s really working it. All the precum from my dick creams her panties, and by now they are so wet that they are almost see through. She’s grinding really hard and I can see the outline of her pussy lips underneath her panties. They’re wrapped right around my dick, with her clit riding the shaft up and down. By this point she’s not moaning but giving out short exasperated gasps. She leans forward and throws her arms around me, her pussy is not moving up and down on my dick like a jackhammer. I can feel her thighs vibrated as she lets out a huge moan.
I’m pretty sure she had just come. Her legs twitched randomly as she slowly came to a rest. She sat upright with a look of complete exhaustion across her face, her hair messy and with sweat on her forehead. Her eyes went moved staring at the ceiling down to meet mine. She was still sitting on my dick. Still twitching. She leaned forward and we both stared deep into each other’s eyes.
She whispered in my ear
“I want you inside me”
I didn’t even respond. I didn’t know what to say. Was I really about to lose my virginity right now?
She sat upright once again, pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy was amazing. It was tiny, with small hole with two tiny pink edges. Her clit was in clear view and glistened with whatever fluid was on it. She grabbed my dick and raised her body.
I wanted to say something, I don’t know what, just something. I blurted out
“But I don’t have any condoms”
All she said was “It’s OK”. I didn’t even know why I said that, because to be honest I couldn’t give a fuck. I was about to put my penis in a vagina.
She took control of my penis and rubbed the tip on her clit. She moved it down, made sure it was positioned correctly, and in one motion she just sank into it. All the way down. I went right inside her as far as I possibly could. I couldn’t believe how tight it actually was. It gripped my cock as much as I did whenever I masturbated. It was just fucking amazing. She went up and down slowly to start with, and it didn’t take long until she was riding me hard.
I don’t think she was getting as much enjoyment out of it as I was. She had already came, but she fucked me hard, and gazed into my eyeballs. A minute after it began, I was ready to blow. I said to her “I’m gonna cum”.
Without taking my eyes off me the entire time, she just whispered “Go ahead…”
And then it happened. I squirted out cum about 7 times. It started spilling out of her pussy and on to my stomach immediately. We kept looking into each other’s eyes, and she slowly began to ease the pace. And our heaving panting slowly began to die down.
While still inside her she leaned forward and embraced me. At the point, she whispered inn my ears.
“I’ve wanted this for so long”
She immediately felt embarrassed after saying this, and then she climbed off me. Cum started dripping out of her pussy as she got up off my still erect cock. She didn’t even clean herself up, just moved her panties back over her pussy and that was it.
She told me what would happen. She told me it was a one off thing and the weed she smoked just made her lose control. Apparently, this was probably some bad weed, that had been sprayed with “crystal meth” and that was the reason she had lost control.
I’m not an idiot. Even I knew she was bullshitting and making excuses. She told me not to ever tell anyone or she’d never talk to me again. After we had both regained our composure and settled down, we realized together how fucked up it was. But I could sense that she didn’t regret it. I know I didn’t. We lay down on the bed talking for a while, and through all the excuses and shame, she still couldn’t help herself and told me she had had the best orgasm of her life. We both looked at each other with wry smiles.
After a while, I noticed what time it was. My mom had finished work already and was on her way home. She wouldn’t have been suspicious about anything if Emily had stayed, but we agreed it was best to save ourselves from the awkwardness. I walked her to the front door and we said our goodbyes. She started walking towards the door to leave, and I just gazed at her firm ass I could see from under that tiny skirt.
She stopped at the door and turned around to look at me for one last time. Then she looked at me and smiled. Walking back towards…she said “Since I might not see you again for a while….and this sort of thing seems to turn you on…” Reaching under he skirt, she pulled down her panties and held them in her hand. She moved closer and shoved them down my trousers, wrapping them around my cock while stroking it and standing on her tip toes to make out with me.
She stopped just as I had got erect again.
“…You can keep those”
She turned around and left. And that was that.
Anyway, she went back to University on the 8th of Jan. 300 miles away. I’m have no idea what will happen in the future, but when we do see each other again it’s certainly going to be interesting. She didn’t get in contact with me since it happened on the 3rd until I woke up this morning and noticed she had sent me a text last night at 3am, the night before she she was leaving.
“Remember Anon, DON’T TELL ANYONE. If you do, we’ll never be able to do it again. xoxox <3”

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Fiction

The Island, Chapter 38

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

True Story

My Girlfriends Adventures at the Porn Theater

My girlfriend and I have been to the theater a few times, but this was going to be different. She was going to finally let loose and try to take as much cock as she possibly could. She is 23 and I am 24. We just started going to the theater about 6 months ago.

Fiction

Drill Sergeant Domination part I

This is a work of fiction. While I was a Drill Sgt at one time I never slept with Soldiers or put myself in such a position. But I always thought that it would make some really good erotic stories and here is what I have come up with. This is my first attempt at writing and would love any input.

Fantasy

6Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Six
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 Six Summary: The Scavenger Hunt… err… the search for the Horcruxes begins! In order to locate the Horcruxes, Harry and Hermione use their inner-eye, that and Hermione gets something in her eye.
An ungodly scream erupted from Hermione as she discovered that it was Godric Gryffindor who was fondling her arse. In a combination of disgust and panic, Hermione tried to flee from the ancient and lecherous ghost. Unfortunately for Hermione’s impromptu escape plan, Harry’s right hand was still tangled in her bushy hair which forced her to unwillingly attempt to drag him along with her. More unfortunately though, Harry was much heavier that she was. With a resounding crash, Harry and Hermione crumpled to the floor. The couple landed in an unnatural and uncomfortable pile, with Harry on top. Thankfully though, this led to Harry’s hand becoming untangled from Hermione’s hair.
“Ooh,” Gryffindor exclaimed. “That had to hurt.”
Groaning, Hermione tried to wriggle free from Harry’s body and tangled limbs. But, she did a little too good of a job wriggling. You see, because of their awkward positions and that pesky thing called gravity, Harry’s crotch was firmly pressed against Hermione’s shapely bottom. And Hermione’s squirming caused ‘/Harry, Jr./’ to wake up, and very quickly as well. Hermione obviously felt Harry poking her in the bum for she growled, “Not now, Harry!”
Harry didn’t care about the uncomfortable position they were in or the fact that Gryffindor was watching. All Harry wanted was for Hermione to wriggle her bum against ‘/Harry, Jr./’ some more. He loved how it felt to have ‘/Harry, Jr/.’ pressed in-between Hermione’s cheeks.
“Harry!” barked Hermione.
Harry begrudgingly obliged and untangled himself from Hermione’s body. Realizing that he needed to get back on Hermione’s good side, he gallantly assisted her in regaining her feet. The now-erect…. um, upright couple glared at the ghost. Hermione took a deep breath and was about to verbally attack Gryffindor when the ghost pointed at Harry’s groin and declared, “You are a true Gryffindor… you ‘/dress right/,’ just like me!”
“Why are you here?” Hermione demanded, ignoring Gryffindor’s comment on Harry’s state.
“I was checking up on your search for Voldemort’s Horcruxes,” explained the ghost. “So, how’s it going?”
“If you must know, we haven’t begun yet,” said Hermione.
“Why not?” questioned Godric.
“We were working on a plan for when Harry faces Voldemort,” Hermione answered. “Voldemort has decades of experience more than Harry and he has gone through power-boosting rituals as well. Harry has to train, to learn more skills and somehow become more powerful, otherwise he won’t stand a chance. It won’t matter if Harry has destroyed all of the Horcruxes if he can’t defeat Voldemort.”
“You think too much,” retorted Gryffindor.
“Oh, what would you suggest we do then?” Harry asked, finally joining the argument.
“It’s not really difficult. You sneak up behind him and stab him with the sword,” exclaimed Godric.
“Oh,” said Harry, a bit taken back at the simplicity of the plan.
“It’s not that easy,” argued Hermione. “How would Harry get past all of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and any defensive wards he may have around him, and still sneak up and stab him?”
“Easy,” replied the ghost. “You flash ’em your titties.” The ghost then lowered his head so that his eyes were level with ‘/Carmella’/ and ‘/Natasha’/ and said, “Alright, whip ’em out and lets see if they are ‘/distraction’/ worthy.”
“You disgusting…” Hermione seethed, as she defensively crossed her arms over her chest..
“Alright, I can tell I’ve upset you,” Gryffindor apologized. “So I reckon you’ll only have to show me one of your boobs then. Alright, let’s see the… right one.”
“Get out!” Hermione commanded, pointing to the door. With a disappointed huff, the specter marched to the door.
“Fine, but you two better get cracking,” began Gryffindor and he stepped out into the hall. “People are getting hurt out there… and according to the prophesy, Harry’s the only one who can defeat Voldemort.”
“He’s right you know,” sighed Hermione.
Harry was stunned, she agreed with Gryffindor’s plan? Harry imagined Hermione standing on a hill in front of Voldemort with her blouse open and jiggling her lovely boobs at the snake-like villain. Now, Harry rather liked Hermione’s boobs and he could easily get distracted by them himself, but he doubted that Voldemort would have the same problem. After all, there weren’t all than many female Death Eaters, were there? Which might lead some people to question Voldemort’s “orientation”? He did exclusively hang around Wormtail for a year, and people do have needs.
“People are getting hurt,” Hermione concluded.
“Oh, that” Harry said aloud. A part of him was upset that she wasn’t talking about her boobs.
“We still need advanced training, but we can search for the Horcruxes at the same time,” Hermione announced. And then she abruptly changed subjects by ordering: “Now give me the book.”
“Um… Book? What book do you mean?” asked Harry, attempted to play ignorant, even though he knew she was referring to his ‘/special book/.’
“I assume it’s in your room,” stated Hermione, not falling for Harry’s weak ploy.
Harry gave up and nodded his head. Hopping on his Firebolt, Harry hovered next to Hermione as they left her room and headed to his. After arriving in his room, Harry retrieved the book from his trunk and reluctantly handed it to Hermione.
“The Magic of Making Love: By Thos Antric,” Hermione read aloud. “Is this a joke? ‘/Thomas Antric/’?” she asked rhetorically. “A man named ‘/T. Antric/’ wrote a book on Tantric Magic?”
“What’s the big deal? I don’t get it,” Harry responded to Hermione’s question, not realizing it was rhetorical.
“Tantric Magic is magic through sex; this book is about magic and sex. The author’s name is obviously meant to be a humorous pseudonym.”
“Oh,” Harry replied, feeling a little silly for not knowing.
Hermione opened the book and started to thumb through the pages. She paused on one particular page and scrutinized it before asking, “Is that her foot by her own ear or is it his?”
“I was wondering about that myself,” replied Harry.
“So, Harry, can I assume that you learned how to perform cunnilingus from this text?” she asked, leaving the quandary of ‘/whose foot is that?/’ for later.
“Yeah,” replied Harry. “Um… it’s on page three hundred and forty two.”
Hermione turned the pages until she got to the section entitled: “/The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!/” It only took Hermione a few minutes to read the entire chapter twice. She closed the book, looked at Harry and asked “Let me guess, you skipped over the theories and benefits when you read this?”
“Well you know how much theory bores me,” explained Harry. “And as to the benefits, all I really cared to know was that it would be something that would make you happy.”
“Thank you Harry,” Hermione said with a bloom in her cheeks. “You really did make me… happy.
“But I think that it’s an important point that you skipped the segments on benefits,” she continued. “You see, you unknowingly performed a power boosting ritual.”
“I un-what-ingly what a what what?” stammered Harry, a little shocked at Hermione’s revelation.
“This chapter in the book was written so Parselmouths, like yourself, could use their unique ability to gain a temporary boost in their magical power.” Hermione explained. “That would explain how you set the Common Room on fire yesterday and why you /’accidentally’ /Summoned my bra earlier. You see, you’re not used to having such power and it’s taking you a little time to adjust.”
“Wow,” Harry muttered, still a little stunned. “You said that it was temporary; how long until the boost is gone?”
“Hmm… it says about six to seven months,” informed Hermione after she checked the text once more. “So we won’t have to do the ritual again for a few months.”
A wicked grin appeared on Harry’s face as he asked “So can we do it again?”
“No, that would be pointless,” Hermione answered, her eyes focused on the text. “The book clearly states that the power boost can only be gained every six to seven months. The tactic doesn’t allow for a continual growth in your core through repeated attempts.”
“So can we do it again?” repeated Harry, this time putting more emphases on the word “it”.
“Harry, the only reason to do it again would be to…” Hermione began and paused as she finally noticed Harry’s wicked grin. The witch blushed while Harry wriggled his eyebrows. “Oh… well there would be that… reason, wouldn’t there?”
Harry walked over to Hermione and leaned in close to her so that his mouth was very close to her ear. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of a snake in his mind before saying in Parseltongue: “C’mon Hermione, I want to taste you again.”
Hermione shuddered with desire as she obviously recalled the event from the last time Harry used his snake-language on her.
“Harry, we have more important things…” Hermione began to argue.
“It’ll be fun,” Harry said in Parseltongue. He kissed the tender spot behind Hermione’s earlobe while gently pushing his Parselmouth magic into her.
“Oh dear,” muttered Hermione, her resolve failing. “H-Harry we have to look for the…” Harry placed another one of his magical kisses on the nape of her neck. “My goodness…. t-there’s this book to…re… read….” With a deft flick of his fingers, Harry pushed the top of her gown down, exposing her marvelous breasts. Before she could object, Harry’s lips enveloped “/Carmella/” and continued to push his Parseltongue magic into Hermione. “H-H-Harryyyy…” Hermione began, her breath was escaping her lungs in short and rapid bursts. “We’re wasting…. v-valuable t-t-time…” Harry silenced her momentarily by switching to “/Natasha/” and continuing the same tactic. “Good god, that feels so good…. But we can’t, we need…”
Harry pulled himself away from Hermione’s nipple and offered in English, “How about you read the book while I eat you out?”
“Okay!” Hermione gleefully shouted and flopped down on the bed as she held the open book in the air and started to read aloud. “‘/Welcome to the wonderful world of Love Magic!’/” Harry wasted no time and pulled her gown all the way off. “‘/My name is Thomas Antric and I’ll be your guide/…'”
Harry gently removed Hermione’s already moist knickers and marveled once more at her shaved flower.
“‘/Many people have misconceptions about Love Magic. Too many people believe it is just about…/'”
Concentrating on a snake again, Harry began to work his magic on Hermione’s lower lips. Hermione immediately started to randomly read certain portions of the text louder and faster.
“‘…/SSSSSEX!// But that isn’t the case. It just so happ… happens TO BE a p-p-pleasant SSSSSIDE effect/…'”
He gently massaged her clit with his thumb while using his tongue to penetrate her vagina. After a moment, her body glistened with sweat and her honey flowed out of her body. Harry lapped it up like a starving man. Harry twirled his magical tongue in this way and that around Hermione’s bud and nether lips for a good amount of time while Hermione continued to read page after page.
“‘…/the theory behind THIS is SIMPLE/…'”
After several minutes, Harry decided to change tactics slightly. He decided to add his love based magic to his Parselmouth magic. He started to concentrate on just how much he felt for Hermione and how deeply. Harry’s new approach had an instantaneous effect on Hermione; she locked her legs around his head and began to scream out the text.
“‘… /THE MORE P-P-P-PLEA//SUR//E THE COUPLE FEEEEEELS, THE MORE POWER ISSSS PUT INTO THE RIT-RITUAL/…”
When Harry had gone down on her before, he was surprised how wet she had gotten, but it was nothing compared to how much she was flowing this time. Hermione’s juices ran out of her box and soiled the sheets of the bed. His face had become incredibly damp and the excess dripped steadily down his chin.
Hermione didn’t last long after Harry’s love magic poured through her body. She dropped Harry’s ‘/special book/’ to her side and started to thrash wildly on the bed as an orgasm unlike any Harry had seen her have before rocked her body. She cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. She gushed so much that he nearly choked on her juices. Harry clung to her, riding her flailing body as she gushed again and again.
Harry watched his more-than-a-friend, no, Harry realized, his girlfriend laying on his bed. Hermione was breathing heavily and her luscious body dripping with sweat. Hermione was trembling in ecstasy as she spurted the last remnants of her orgasm. Harry was about to congratulate himself when he noticed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was trying to get his attention. The organ was painfully erect and was apparently saddened because he wasn’t allowed to play; ‘Harry, Jr.’ seemed to be crying.
“Looks like you’ve got a problem there Harry,” said Hermione, noticing Harry’s aroused state from her prone position. She added in a lusty and husky tone: “I think we need to perform an experiment. I should do to you what I did when I was under the effects of Ginny’s Lust Potion. Just to prove once and for all that it wasn’t just the potion making me do it, mind you.”
“Huh?” Harry muttered, a little taken back at Hermione’s tone.
“I think I should do a repeat performance,” She continued. Hermione pointed at Harry’s aroused state and said: “Let me give you a hand with that.” For the second time ever that Harry had known her, Hermione worked up a large amount of saliva in her mouth before licking her palm. Harry shuddered with desire at the memory of Hermione’s hand wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “Now strip!” commanded Hermione.
A smile appeared on Harry’s face as he tore off his clothing. Harry stood completely starkers in front of Hermione.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to sit next to me,” stated Hermione as she propped herself up on her elbows. “My knees are really shaky from that last one. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before,” Hermione added and Harry beamed with pride. “What did you do differently? I mean the first time you went down on me was spectacular, but this time… wow!”
“Oh, I just tapped into my love based magic, that’s all,” Harry offered while eagerly awaiting Hermione’s touch.
“You tapped into your love magic?” asked Hermione, an inquisitive look appeared on her face. “But how – ?”
“Questions later,” Harry interrupted. He usually didn’t like to be rude to Hermione but ‘/Harry, Jr./’ desperately wanted to play and then take a nap. “Handjob now!”
“Aren’t we impatient?” Hermione jokingly chided. She sat up and started to move the ‘/special book/’ off of the bed when her eyes caught something on the page that had flopped open when she dropped it during her massive orgasm. By the looks of it, the book had opened to a section near the end, a section that Harry hadn’t read yet. Hermione’s eyes bulged as she scanned the page. “Harry, get me your potion supplies!” she commanded. “I found a ritual which will lead us to the Horcruxes!”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered pathetically. Hermione had promised a handjob, and now she was talking about a ritual. This, Harry thought, was totally unfair.
“It’s a ritual designed to locate missing or hidden items!” Hermione cheered, oblivious to Harry’s predicament. “Hopefully we can use it to find where the Horcruxes are.”
“Bu… but… but…” Harry stammered even more pathetically. This time Hermione looked up into Harry’s dejected face.
“Harry, don’t worry. The ritual requires me to use my hands to stimulate you,” Hermione explained.
“Huh?” asked Harry, he hated it when she used big words, especially when he was focused on the lost opportunity of another handjob.
“Handjob, Harry,” Hermione clarified, knowing that her use of ‘/big words/’ threw Harry for a loop, specifically when he was already distracted. “Now go get your potion supplies.”
Harry gleefully hopped into the air and scampered to retrieve his supplies like a boy on Christmas morning going to fetch his presents. Within seconds Harry had returned with his arms full. He was so happy about Hermione’s promise of a ritual that would have her use her hands to stimulate him that he had forgotten what Hermione had actually requested. He remembered that she had wanted his potion supplies, but he was afraid that she would need something else. So to be on the safe side, Harry not only brought Hermione his potion supplies and cauldron, he also brought along his Herbology supplies, his telescope… and for some odd reason, a pair of his dirty socks.
While muttering “not this, or this,” Hermione discarded Harry’s telescope and herbology supplies. But when Hermione was about to fling the socks away, she paused and rechecked the ingredient list in the book. “That’s strange,” she said to no one in particular. “I do need these.” She then unceremoniously tossed the socks into the cauldron along with several other liquids and powders from Harry’s potion supplies. After stirring the concoction clockwise four times and twirling it twice, Hermione commanded: “Sit on the bed, Harry.”
Harry complied and sat next to Hermione. ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was happily looking up at the ceiling, eagerly waiting for playtime to commence. Hermione slid off of the bed and knelt in-between Harry’s legs. She dipped her hands into the cauldron and began to explain the ritual to Harry.
“While I’m stimulating you, we both have to focus on the object or objects we are searching for,” she explained clinically. Hermione promptly noticed the dazed and stunned expression on Harry’s face and decided to repeat what she had just said so that Harry could understand. “While I’m giving you a handjob, we have to think about the Horcruxes.”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that,” Harry tried to reply nonchalantly.
“Also we each have to chant an incantation throughout the ritual,” continued Hermione. “Yours is ‘/Ructo// Vermis/’ while I have to chant ‘/Praefoco// Pullus/’.”
“/Ructo// Vermis ,/” Harry repeated.
Hermione took her hands, which were now completely coated with a clear oily liquid, out of the cauldron and began to gently coat Harry’s organ. The liquid was warn and, along with Hermione’s hands working it into Harry’s member, made ‘/Harry, Jr./’ cry just a little more, but this time Harry would have said that they were definitely tears of joy. Hermione started to use both of her hands to stroke Harry’s shaft (mind you, Harry wasn’t ‘/hung like a hippogriff/,’ it’s just that Hermione had tiny hands), and placed her mouth so that her lips were hovering over the crown.
“/Praefoco// Pullus ,/” Hermione began to chant her portion of the spell, her warm breath danced across his crown and Harry closed his eyes and started to chant in counterpoint to her. “/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
After Harry repeated his half of the incantation for the third time, he felt the magic pour over his body and he started to feel light-headed. Hermione’s hands started to pump in cadence with her chanting.
“/Praefoco// Pullus, Praefoco Pullus.”/
“/Ructo// Vermis, Ructo Vermis..”/
Then something strange happened; Harry felt as if he had left his body. He could still feel himself chanting while being pleasured, but he also felt as if he was floating. He opened his eyes and noticed that he seemed to be hovering near the ceiling of the room. As an experiment, Harry looked at his hand as he floated near the ceiling and was surprised to see that it was transparent, as if he was a ghost. Harry looked down and saw himself lying on the bed with Hermione wanking him off while they were both chanting.
“This feels weird,” Harry said as he witnessed his corporeal body.
“I know what you mean,” Hermione replied. Harry looked down and saw a ghost-like Hermione hovering below him. She was transparent like he was, but Harry could see as well as feel that she had her hands wrapped around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. Harry marveled at how nice astral-Hermione’s boobs looked. “Harry, are you looking at my breasts?”
“Yes,” Harry replied while not taking his eyes off of her luscious mounds. “Yes I am.”
“Harry stop look at my tits,” Hermione commanded. “We have to find the Horcruxes!”
“It’s really hard thinking about the Horcruxes when you’re holding my willy like that.” Harry complained. “Besides, I like looking at your titties, they’re really nice.”
“Thank you Harry,” said Hermione. Harry couldn’t tell for certain, but he swore that astral-Hermione was blushing at his compliment. “You can thoroughly examine them later.”
“Promise?” asked Harry.
“Yes, I promise,” she answered. “Let’s try and find the Horcruxes.”
After Harry begrudgingly agreed to stop focusing on Hermione’s boobs and focus on Voldemort’s Horcruxes, both Harry and Hermione plummeted toward the floor; actually their astral projections plummeted while their bodies remained where they were. They rapidly fell past floor after floor of the castle. Harry recognized the dungeons and the kitchen as they shot by them before they felt like they were slowing down. Their descent had paused, but where they ended up, Harry couldn’t tell. The couple was in total darkness and was unable to discern where they were.
“What’s going on?” Hermione’s asked. Harry couldn’t see where she was in the darkness, but he could definitely feel her hands still wroking his organ.
“I don’t know,” Harry responded. He heard the sounds of dripping water coming from somewhere nearby. It felt oddly familiar to Harry, and it also felt as if something important was there in the darkness. “Did the ritual work?”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied.
Another second passed in the darkness and suddenly, Harry felt as if they were flying. At first, it felt as if he were passing through the dark and dank air, but then it felt as if he was hurtling through solid rock. After a few seconds of flying through rock, Harry’s spirit began to fly through the early night sky. He could still feel Hermione’s hands on him as he looked behind himself and saw the shrinking castle of Hogwarts as they rocketed away from it. For a full minute, Harry and Hermione flew through the darkening sky when they started to approach a cluster of lights. They dove at the cluster of lights and Harry quickly recognized it as Diagon Alley. Before either one could guess what they were doing there, Harry and Hermione’s spirits passed Diagon Alley and its assorted shops and flew into the infamous Knockturn Alley.
The pair slowed as they neared Borgin & Burkes. Their spirits passed through the shop’s door and saw that Mr. Borgin was speaking to an old and crumpled looking wizard.
“You won’t find a nicer piece anywhere else, I assure you,” Borgin announced as he handed the unknown wizard a simple locket. It was obvious that the two older wizards had no idea that they were being spied upon by Harry and Hermione. For some indiscernible reason, Harry’s attention was drawn to the locket, and it felt like something was telling him that this was one of the items he and Hermione were looking for.
“That’s one of the Horcruxes!” Hermione declared triumphantly.
“Wait,” Harry said as he examined the locket and recognized it from one of the Pensieve memories that Dumbledore had shared with him. “That’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, the one R. A. B. stole from the cave before we could retrieve it.”
Harry and Hermione watched as the unknown wizard paid Borgin and left the shop with the locket.
“So this R. A. B. bloke nicked Voldemort’s Horcrux and sold it to Borgin?” Harry asked.
“That doesn’t make sense, why would he sell it to Borgin,” answered Hermione. “According to the note he left in the fake locket, he intended to destroy it. He or she probably died before he or she got the chance to do it and the Horcrux somehow ended up here.”
Before they could continue their discussion, Harry and Hermione flew off into the night again. The couple flew for a brief amount of time before descending into London. They rapidly approached a building that Harry recognized; it was the orphanage where Tom Riddle grew up. Harry and Hermione passed through the brick wall of the building and promptly started to go down through the floor. After a second or two of falling through darkness, they ended up in a dimly lit chamber. There was an object that was covered with a black sheet in the middle of the room. It was this object that Harry’s attention was drawn to.
“So, which founder do you think this, whatever it might be, belong to?” Harry asked.
“With the locket and the ring being Slytherin’s, I would have to guess that all the other Horcruxes would be from the other founders; either Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor,” replied Hermione.
A moment later, the pair was off again. Their spirits soared across the sky for some time before they once again descended toward the ground. However this time, both Harry and Hermione recognized the building they were headed to. It was the family home of the “Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,” number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
“Why are we here?” asked Harry as they flew through the dark walls and entered the dusty house.
“I don’t know…” began Hermione.
The pair entered the kitchen and stopped when they reached a grimy pile of rags that Kreacher had called his bed before Harry had ordered him to go to Hogwarts. Placed on top of the pile was a golden cup with a badger engraved on one side.
“That must’ve been Hufflepuff’s,” stated Harry. “But why would R. A. B. hide it here…?”
“I am so dense!” Hermione announced. “R. A. B. must have been Regulus Black, Sirius’ brother!’
“Huh?” asked Harry.
“Yes, remember when we were here and had to clean up the place? We found a locket that we couldn’t open. That must’ve been Slytherin’s locket,” Hermione explained. “Regulus must have taken the Horcruxes that he managed to steal and simply hid them here until he could find a way to destroy them. But he was murdered before he could finish the job.”
“And then after Sirius died, Fletcher stole a load of stuff from the house, including one Horcrux, and sold it to Borgin,” Harry concluded, finally catching on to Hermione’s line of thought. “Boy, this Horcrux Hunt is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.”
With that, the couple soared out of Grimmauld Place and into the sky once more. This time, Harry was unable to keep track of where they were heading because the ground below them had turned pitch black, as if there were no towns or homes to give off lights. Soon, they approached an eerie looking keep. They quickly passed through the moldy rocks that made up the walls and entered a dark and clammy throne room. Sitting on an ornately decorated throne was none other than Voldemort. Kneeling in front of the villain was the kidnapped ice-cream maker extraordinaire, Florean Fortescue. The confection creator was trembling in fear as Voldemort sampled a bright orange scoop of ice cream. As Voldemort worked the frozen treat in his mouth, Hermione stated, “And finally, the last Horcrux, Voldemort himself.”
“Ah, very good, Fortescue,” Voldemort announced. “You get to live for another night. Tomorrow, I want ‘Rocky Road,’ but with no fucking marshmallows! I loath marshmallows! Heaven help you if I see one single marshmallow in my ice-cream!”
“But what about Nagini?” asked Harry, trying his best to ignore the villain gorging himself on ice-cream. “Shouldn’t she be one of the Horcruxes?”
“Why?” Hermione asked, her voice sounding a bit perplexed.
“Dumbledore reckoned that the reason Voldemort was able to control her so well was because he had made the snake into one of his Horcruxes,” Harry explained.
“But Voldemort is a Parselmouth, which means he can order the snake around,” Hermione countered. “And when you witnessed Nagini’s attack on Mr. Weasley, Voldemort was actually possessing her at the time. That is why Voldemort has such good control over her.
“Voldemort is obsessed with becoming immortal,” Hermione continued to explain. “He placed fragments of his soul into different items, thereby creating the Horcruxes. This would assure his immortality. We know that when a Horcrux is destroyed, like the diary and ring, that fragment of his soul is destroyed along with it. So why would Voldemort risk putting a piece of his soul in a mortal creature? When the creature dies, so does the fragment of Voldemort’s soul.”
“What if Nagini is like a Basilisk?” Harry retorted. “What if she could live for centuries?”
“She could still get sick and die. A rock could fall on her head and kill her. A larger predator could eat her. Nagini could even starve to death,” Hermione listed. “Dozens of things could happen that could cause a creature’s death. That’s why all the Horcruxes are inanimate objects; things that cannot die. Voldemort would never risk his immortality by creating a Horcrux in a living creature. There are too many unpredictable things that could happen.”
“Oh,” Harry replied simply when he suddenly felt a familiar tug, much like the tug associated with Portkey travel. However, the tugging sensation wasn’t located behind his navel, like Portkey travel, Harry felt the tug come from ‘/Harry, Jr./’ and his luggage.
In the blink of an eye, Harry had returned to his body which was still lying on his bed. The young wizard was breathing heavily and his loins felt as if they had just spent themselves. It was odd, he didn’t feel his orgasm, but he definitely felt the after effects of one. He was about to ask Hermione about it when he saw her face and paused. Harry didn’t need to ask Hermione if he had cummed, he could see it on her face. The whitish goop was slowly dripping down her forehead and in-between her eyes. It looked as if Hermione was deep in thought and she had not yet noticed Harry’s cum upon her face.
“Um, Hermione…” began Harry. He wanted to warn her about the mess on her face, but was trying to find a delicate way of telling her about it. He couldn’t just say ‘/Sorry Hermione, but it looks like I just came on your face/’ now could he? However, Harry’s attention was diverted from Hermione’s predicament when another voice coming from the corner of the room spoke up.
“You know, for beginners, you’re doing pretty well,” the ghost of Gryffindor commented. He was sitting on Neville’s bed and he appeared to be jotting down notes on a spare piece of parchment. “First off, Harry did a bang up job, the way Hermione was gushing, cheers mate. I tell you if Salazar knew he could do that with his haughty ‘/I can talk to snakes/’ thing, he would’ve gotten more arse. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so bitter.” Gryffindor continued. Both Harry and Hermione were so much in shock that neither one even attempted to cover their naked forms. As a matter of fact, Hermione was so shocked by the ghost’s presence, that she still had her hands around ‘/Harry, Jr./’. “As for you, Hermione, you did fairly well. But there is room for improvement.”
It was this point that Gryffindor showed the two naked and sweaty teens the parchment. The page was full of crude drawings. The drawings were crude both in style (stick figures with overly large circles for boobs and something that looked like a huge cigar for ‘/Harry, Jr./’) and subject matter.
“Hey, that’s a one way exit on me, mister!” Harry shouted upon finally recognizing one particular drawing which showed what he assumed was Hermione’s index finger going into a notorious orifice in Harry’s body.
“C’mon Harry,” Gryffindor argued. “Think of it as a ‘/how’d you do/’.” The ghost decided to illustrate his argument by forming a tight “o” with his thumb and forefinger from his left hand and them promptly shoved his right forefinger into the “o.”
“THAT IS IT!” Hermione shouted. The naked witch shot up and Harry could tell that every muscle in her body was tense with rage.
“Nice shave job there love,” the specter commented as he indicated Hermione’s crotch. “I told you brainy birds are naught-”
“GET THE HELL OUT!” screamed Hermione.
“A-ha!” exclaimed Gryffindor as he waggled a finger at Hermione’s face and the goop that was silently dripping down it. “Next time turn your head, love.”
“What are you talking – ?” Hermione began to demand before she started to violently tear at her right eye. “OH SWEET BABY MAVE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!”
Obviously Harry’s ejaculate had finally seeped into one of Hermione’s eyes. She continued to howl as she started to frantically look around the room with one eye open. Harry realized she must’ve been looking for something to wash the seminal fluid out of her eye. That is when Harry decided to help her out.
He snatched his wand off of the bedside table and performed a simple Water Jet Charm at Hermione. It was supposed to be a simple charm that caused a gentle stream of water to flow from the tip of the caster’s wand. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, Harry had forgotten about his power boost. Instead of a gentle stream of water flowing from Harry’s wand tip, a rather large wave exploded out of it. The wave was at least two feet taller than Harry and not only did it knock Hermione to the floor, it also flooded the room.
“Oh, boy, this isn’t good,” Gryffindor declared and scurried out of the room, obviously afraid of Hermione’s impending wrath. “I’m out of here.”
Hermione slowly pulled herself off of the water covered floor and to her feet. Not only was she completely soaked, but her right eye was puffy and red. She took a calming breath before addressing Harry.
“I think it would be best…” she said slowly, as if she was having difficulty controlling her anger, “… if you leave this room, right now.”
“But this is my room, Hermione,” Harry said stupidly. It was stupid because Hermione felt compelled to repeat her order in a very load voice.
“LEAVE THIS ROOM, RIGHT NOW!” she snapped.
His senses finally returning to him, Harry ran like a bat out of hell out of his room. Harry didn’t stop running until he reached the safety of the Common Room. He reckoned that it would be for the best if he were to just sleep on the couch in front of the fire. It was then that he realized that he didn’t have a sheet to cover himself with, nor did he have any clothes on. He thought about conjuring some items, like some clothes, but he was afraid that because he was still unaccustomed to his power boost, he would end up conjuring a lacy and frilly sleeping gown instead of a pair of boxers. Harry sighed and spoke aloud to no one in particular: “I need some help.”
Soft popping noises alerted Harry to the presence of two house-elves, Kreacher and Dobby. Before Harry could cover his bits, the two elves commented on his nakedness.
“Master Harry Brat is more wrinkly in areas then Kreacher is,” the ancient elf cackled pointing a finger at Harry’s organ.
“I’m not wrinkly!” Harry defended himself against Kreacher’s statement.
“Harry Potter is the Greatest Wizard ever!” Dobby declared as he genuflected. “Far greater than all the Malfoys combined! Dobby had the bad fortune of dressing former masters, so’s Dobby knows what Dobby is talking about”
“I’m greater then Lucius and Draco, combined?” asked Harry to which Dobby replied by energetically nodding his head. He knew he wasn’t small, but he never thought of himself as being huge either. Harry had the decency to cover himself up with both hands before continuing. “Well, that’s good to know,” he took a great amount of masculine pride in the fact that he was more endowed then the entire male portion of the Malfoy family.
“Then again, Master Draccy was only tweelves the last times Dobby dressed him and even Dobby is greater than Master Luscius,” Dobby added. Harry’s masculine pride was suddenly shattered in a thousand pieces, Harry couldn’t imagine that Dobby was well endowed and every twelve year old is under developed. So the fact that Harry was ‘/greater than all the Malfoys combined/’ wasn’t such high praise after all. The guilt ridden House-elf punched himself in the head for insulting his former master before continuing. “Former master never made former mistress happy. Dobby always had to help finish former mistress off when former master fell asleep -”
“Okay stop right there,” Harry blurted out and he held out both of his hands if front of him as if they would shield him from the nasty image of Dobby being… intimate with Narcissa. This action, of course, exposed his bits again.
“Much more wrinkly,” Kreacher added as Dobby bowed once more to ‘/Harry, Jr./’.
“Damnit,” Harry cursed as he dropped his hands to his sides. It was pointless to try and cover himself now. “Listen, my magic’s gone all wonky and I can’t conjure anything. Could you two make me some pajamas and a bed to sleep in, please?”
Kreacher grumbled and snapped his fingers. A humble and somewhat lumpy bed appeared in front of Harry. With Dobby’s snapping fingers, Harry was clothed in a fine set of silk pajamas. Of course the words “/World Greatest Wizard/” were embroidered on the font of his shirt with an arrow underneath pointing to Harry’s crotch.
“Wills yous be needing anything else, Harry Potter sir?” Dobby asked.
“No you two can leave,” said Harry. With two pops, the House elves disappeared. Exhausted from this long and adventurous day, Harry fell asleep the moment his head touched his pillow.
“Harry, it’s time to wake up,” Hermione’s soft voice drew Harry out of his dreamless slumber. He was stunned to see that her right eye was still red and puffy-looking.
“Morning, Hermione,” Harry greeted her as he sat up. “I’m sorry about your eye.”
“It was just an accident,” Hermione began to say. She abruptly stopped speaking when she saw what was written on his shirt. “My, aren’t we confident?”
“Um, err…” Harry stammered, totally embarrassed by his shirt and hurt by Hermione’s statement. Her comment made Harry think that she believed that ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was unworthy of such praise.
“Well, I happen to think you are the greatest,” Hermione cooed as she slipped her petite hand down Harry’s pants and gave a good morning squeeze to ‘/Harry, Jr./’ “Especially down here.”
“Thanks,” Harry said sheepishly and he felt a blush creep into his cheeks.
“We can play later,” Hermione stated and she pulled her hand away from Harry’s member.
“Hey!” protested Harry. “You can’t just squeeze a bloke’s thing and then stop.”
“We have something to discuss,” she said gravely.
“Is it about the Horcruxes?” asked Harry.
“No, something else. Remember when you performed oral sex on me yesterday?” Hermione asked. “I told you it felt different, more intense than the first time you did it. You told me you added your love based power to your Parseltongue magic. That got me thinking and I read the segments in ‘/The Magic of Making Love/’ concerning the two acts you performed on me, using your Parselmouth abilities and ‘Pleasure Pressure Points.’ Well according to the book, the pressure point technique you used on me during the wedding should have only made me feel a little pleasure, not a mind blowing orgasm. I can assume you tapped into you love magic yesterday during the wedding?”
“Yes, I thought you needed to relax a bit,” Harry responded.
“I would like to run a little experiment concerning you love based power,” Hermione said.
Harry’s heart leapt up as well as ‘/Harry, Jr./’ at the notion of Hermione’s experiment.
“Not that type of experiment,” chuckled Hermione noticing Harry’s reaction. “I want you to perform a simple Cheering Charm on me.”
“That’s it? A Cheering Charm?” asked Harry, a little put out. He was hoping for a little romp with Hermione. “Can we do this experiment nude at least?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” Hermione said and stood up. “I want you to perform the Charm like you would normally. But don’t tap into you love core. With your power boost, there should be a fairly powerful reaction on my part.”
Harry got out of the elf-conjured bed and pointed his wand at Hermione.
“Now, wave your wand at me in a half-crescent motion, like the mouth on a smiley face and say ‘/Exhilaro// Hilaro/.’ Remember to put emphasize on the ‘/Roh/’ sound at the end.” Hermione lectured.
Harry followed her instructions and said in a loud and clear voice “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
Harry felt the charm spring from his wand and fly silently at Hermione. A bright and goofy grin appeared on Hermione’s face instantaneously as she stood in front of Harry.
“Good job, Harry!” Hermione announced. She tapped herself on the head with her own wand and said “/Finite/” and the goofy grin was gone. “Now try it again, but focus on your core, focus on loving thoughts.”
It was easy for Harry to do that, he simply recalled how he felt when he blurted out that he loved Hermione at the reception; warm, happy, and complete. He pointed his wand at Hermione once more and said “/Exhilaro// Hilaro!/”
With a loud bang, Hermione was thrown over the couch and out of sight.
“Whoops,” Harry nervously exclaimed. “Hermione?”
To be continued.

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