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Necrophism PT3: My Sister’s Keeper

Title: Necrophism PT3: My Sister’s Keeper
Author: Morbidreams
Disclaimer: I do not condone the act of actual rape, mental or physical. This story is complete fiction. Note: Consenting adults acting out fantasies on the other hand, writing stories of imagined events (like this one), or discussing these topics with others; is quite all right, and often entertaining as well.
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~:Prologue:~
Amber, a 17 year old goth in a small town in southern Mississippi, was severely gang raped exactly one month by local red-neck teens while she was trying to gather materials from a graveyard for a black magic ceremony; and this is her story. Earlier tonight she started the black magic spell to enact revenge on the boys that had raped her; there was only one thing left to be done to finish the spell and receive the Daemon Lord Belial’s power. She required the blood of a virgin to sate her dark lord’s lust; and the only person she positively knew was a virgin was her younger, goody-two-shoes sister, Crystal.
~:Part 3: My Sister’s Keeper:~
On the bike ride home Amber thought of how she could possibly get her sister back to the graveyard for her dark lord without rousing her father and mother from their sleep. There were a few possibilities, but it was a complicated matter. She would never be able to just convince her sister to get up in the middle of the night the night and sneak out to a graveyard; so that would be the first problem. The next was if she couldn’t convince Crystal to go willingly, how would she force her? And if she forced her, how the hell would she get her there on her fucking bicycle? Problems, and more problems; but she would find a way. In fact, she thought she had it already figured out.
When she got to her house and dismounted her bike, her daemon cum-soaked pants stuck to the seat and made a slushing noise as she pulled herself off. With every step she felt her freshly fucked ass and pussy twitch and spasm; and she could feel her ass cheeks and pussy lips sliding back and forth the cum acting as a lubricant. She had to stop herself as she realized she had started rubbing her clit through her moist jeans; she would have to focus all her concentration on the task at hand.
Quietly she slipped into her house, moving as a ghost up to her room and to her closet. She had bought a stun gun from one of the truck stops in town, for $20 and a look down her shirt; the clerk hadn’t even bothered to check her I.D. This little device would solve the first problem, convincing her sister to go to the graveyard with her. Just one more problem left to solve and she would be on her way to sweet revenge.
Slowly opening the door to her parent’s room, she silently slipped through the door; and moved to the dresser where she knew her dad would have left his car keys. Slipping the keys into her pocket she crawled back out the door, and quietly closed it; her parents never even moving in their sleep. It was almost too easy she thought as she moved to her sisters room to “convince” her to go to the graveyard.
When she opened the door and peeked into her sister’s room, she was mildly surprised to see her sleeping there on top of the covers in just a tight night shirt and no panties. She always thought her sister would have worn a full set of pajamas or something modest like that; but there she was laying there in a tight shirt that accentuated her surprisingly round breast and her legs spread revealing a cleanly shaved pussy. Again Amber was surprised by the fact that her sister actually shaved her pussy; which raised the question “was she really a virgin?”
Posed by this new dilemma she had no real way to check other than by going through with her plan. It really was too late to turn back; she had come much too far. She crawled over to her sister’s bed, making sure to move as quietly as she could. When she got to the bed she pulled out her taser and moved it to where it was close to her sisters temple; she figured a shock to the body might immobilize her sister, but leave her able to call for help; as such she knew she needed to completely knock her out.
“ZZzzaaaaht!” came the sound as she pressed the device to her sisters temple, causing her sister to convulse and twitch on the bed. Amber heard a sloshing sound as well, and realized quickly by the smell that her sister’s bladder had just expelled itself soaking the mattress. She removed the taser from her sister, and quickly felt Crystals pulse to make sure she was still alive; worried that the shock had been too much. As she felt her sisters pulse and relaxed she looked down at her sister’s limp form, noting how wide her legs had spread as she twitched, the large wet-spot between her legs; and the way her hard nipples poked through her tight baby T.
Amber reached down between her sisters spread legs, touching Crystal’s wet pussy, and slid her finger in. She had to know if her sister was a virgin, Belial would be happy with nothing less. She felt the hot tightness of her sister’s cunt grab her finger as she slide it, slowly inside. “Yes!” she whispered, struggling not to yell in her excitement. Her sister was still a virgin! It wasn’t all for nothing, she just had to get her to the cemetery now, and the ritual would be completed. She would get her power and take revenge on all the people that wronged her. Sure, her sister would be “sacrificed”, but her sister was one of the ones who had wronged her.
Walking over to her sister’s dresser Amber pulled some panties out of the draw and a couple belts and scarves. Using the supplies she quickly gagged Crystal using the scarves and panties; then she used the belts to bind her legs, and arms. She couldn’t risk her sister waking and trying to get away. It took her a little while to slowly slide and pull her sister out, down the stairs, through the living room and then out to their parent’s car. It only took her a couple minutes then to drive to the cemetery, and drag her sister out of the car and to the area she had performed her spell.
“My Lord, I’ve brought you a virgin,” She called out to her dark lord.
“I see,” replied a deep voice coming from the air around her. “She is unconscious. Wake her,” Belial commanded, “and remove your clothes as well.”
“Yes Master,” Amber instantly responded as she began to strip off her clothes. Her jeans clung to the cum that had dried on her cunt and ass. She quivered as she felt the cool night air hit her still gaping cunt and ass; they felt as though someone had rubbed sand paper over them – and yet, some how good. She vaguely wondered how her sister would take the stretching and pounding as she began to untie her bonds and take off Crystal’s clothes.
Crystal was still completely unconscious, her body loose and easy to move around. Amber had no difficulty taking off her sister’s clothes, and then positioning her on a sarcophagus with her legs spread wide and hanging off either side showing her bald pussy lips. Her sister’s pert, full breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Her virgin cunt lips still nice and closed; but all to soon they would gape open. Belial began to materialize at the base of the stone sarcophagus while Amber was finishing placing her sister, and tying Crystal’s legs and arms down.
Belial stood there, his erect double penis’ protruding from his pelvis. His powerful, obsidian body commanded the obedience of all who witnessed his immense presence. His massive horns jutted from his brow, the moonlight glinting off them. His forked tongue snaked out of his dark lips gently licking them as he gazed down at the incapacitated body in front of him; and precum was beginning to ooze from the heads of both his cocks.
Kneeling down between Crystal’s legs he let his long tongue run over the lips of her pussy; even in her state she let out a little moan. Amber was amazed to see her sister’s pussy lips begin to get puffy, and moist; just from the touch of Belial’s tongue. She watched as her sister, still unconscious arched her back and let out a gasp of pure pleasure. His tongue slowly went up and down over the pussy lips causing them to continue to grow and moisten. His tongue gradually forced it’s way between the hot, moist lips of Crystal’s virgin cunt; burrowing deep in the sopping snatch. Her pussy lips began to twitch, and quiver to the arousing presence, as the aphrodisiac in Belials saliva gradually worked its way into her bloodstream through the pours in her sensitive vaginal lining.
Crystal’s eyelids suddenly popped open as she regained consciousness, and realized a burning longing coming from her loins. She tried to move and realized she was tied down, the cold stone pressing into her back; she looked down to see the deamon crouched between her legs, his tongue wiggling in and out of her sopping pussy. Her scream was defining as she began struggling to get free of her trappings, unable to even close her legs; she was in a nightmare! Despite the lust building in her dripping snatch her mind still fought against her rape, trying vainly to get free.
Belial looked up and laughed at her, his voice rumbling in the graveyard, “there is no one here to free you. You’re body and soul are mine…. Thanks to your sister. “
“Noooo! Please, please! I’ll do anything!” she begged and pleaded, her voice cracking in desperation.
“Alas, it’s much to late for that. You are mine to deflower.” He responded, as he leered down at her nubile young body.
Crystal’s eyes bulged as she looked around and found her sister standing, also naked, to the side, “Why?? Why would you DO this to me?”
“Why? You dare ask? You treated me like a slut after I got raped, RAPED! Well now it’s your turn bitch, and I’m going to enjoy watching every second as my Dark Lord rips your cunt and ass open.” Amber sneered.
Belial slowly stood up, revealing to Crystal for the first time, just what was about to tear away her virginity and innocence. His massive thirteen inch duel penises jutting forward, black precum glistening in the night as it slowly oozed out of the heads and rand down along the shafts. Belial grinned wickedly as he watched the girl close her eyes and shake her head from side to side trying to block out the horrid image that was about to rape her. He eyed her now puffy pussy lips that had swelled with arousal from the caresses of his forked tongue; and he knew that the saliva that acted as an aphrodisiac also had other properties, like allowing her little holes to stretch and take his massive members. He knew it would still hurt, and he would enjoy giving intense pain; but it wouldn’t permanently tear her.
He slowly placed the heads of his cocks against her cunt and ass; enjoying the pleading look in her eyes as she looked up at him. Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued sobbing and pleading with him not to rape her. As Belial pressed his hips forward he felt the heads of his cocks pushing into Crystal’s tight ass hole, and virginal cunt. The lips of her pussy spreading to take in the massive intruding object; and at the same time her puckered anus stretched, opening to accept the head of his cock. Crystal grunted and cried out as her cunt and ass stretched to enormous proportions accepting the large phalluses.
With one powerfully hard thrust Belial deflowered the poor girl, ripping threw her hymen and sinking his cocks all the way to the base. Her tiny cunt and ass gripped his massive cocks like a vice; squeezing his cocks hard as he began to pump them in and out of her. Her screams as he pistoned in and out, music to his ears. His large balls slapped against her ass as he thrust his cocks the full thirteen inches into her tight holes, raping her and feeling her stretch around his massive members. Reaching down he grabbed her legs and easily pulled them free of their restraints lifting them, and spreading them even further allowing him full access to her.
Crystal Grunted and gasped with each thrust into her, crying out for help, but there was none to be had. She looked over at her sister, standing there nude her pale skin shining in the moonlight and realized that her on sister was masturbating while watching her rape. She could barely think, the pain was so intense, but her body, her cunt and ass were beginning to respond. The Daemons saliva and dark precum’s evil magical properties taking hold of her. She could feel her nipples stiffening, her hips beginning to buck back forcing the massive cocks deeper even as she felt her mind beginning to shatter under the trauma.
“Come Amber, sit on your sisters face and grind your cunt into her. Show me how much you enjoy her degradation,” Belial called out.
“Yes, My Lord!” Amber replied as she moved to mount the sarcophagus and plant her dripping snatch on her sisters open grunting mouth.
“Nooooo! Uuggghh! Please uhhhgg! God uugggh! NOOO!” Crystal called out between grunts.
“I am your god NOW bitch, and you will worship me. Your body and soul are mine!” Belial replied.
“Yes dear sister, You’re his whore now just like me.” Said Amber as she thrust her pussy down on her sister’s mouth, grinding her gaping, young snatch against her sisters soft lips.
“Lick your sister’s evil cunt, give in to your desire, your lust.” Urged Belial.
Crystal felt her tongue of it’s own free will begin to respond, moving up to touch and caress Ambers dripping pussy; tasting its juices and working its way inside. Her tongue flickered over her sisters clit, working it back and forth as her sisters hips bucked against her face, covering it with pussy juice. The smell of sex was strong in her nostrils, and she felt her mind finally shatter; her eyes rolling back into her head as her body took over. Her soul being torn from her body in that instance and devoured by Belial; her body was just a living husk of lust filled evil as Belial began to cum.
Belial felt his balls stiffen as they slapped against they young, waifs ass; feeling his dark, evil cum building for release. He knew as it poured into the girl and filled her that her soul would be expulsed for him to pluck and add to his collection. Her body here would be an empty vassal for him to mold and use as he pleased his own slutty, whorish puppet on Earth. With a massive bellow the daemon released his dark seed into the girls gaping ass and fertile well fucked cunt; her limp legs flopping with each of his thrust as his cum shot into her. A slurping sound came from the girls cunt and ass and ass as the cum bubbled out and splattered on the tomb with each thrust.
Amber came also, on her sister’s face to the ministrations of her sisters lapping tongue. She had been reaching down and squeezing her sisters large breasts harshly has she was grinding her cunt down; rocking her hips back and forth. She pinched her sisters nipples violently; seeing them harden and turn red from the pressure. Her cunt quivered in evil pleasure as she felt her orgasm explode spraying her own cum all over her sisters face, coating it. Standing up she looked down at her sisters limp body, glistening with sweet and covered with the juices of sex and lust. She smiled as she saw her sisters eyes were rolled back in her head, comatose.
Belial slowly pulled his cocks from the girl’s over-fucked ass and cunt, and smiled to himself as he listened to the slurping, sucking sounds. His still hard cocks sprang from the young girl’s abused holes; and his black seed erupted from the holes squirting out from the holes that had been filled to capacity with his cum. Crystal’s cunt and ass continued to gape open, refusing to close after the hour long fucking they had endured by objects with the girth of baseball bats; and cum continued to run out of them for several minutes.
“You have done well Amber, come to me slave and lick your sisters juices from my cock and I’ll give you your reward.”
“Yes Master,” Amber said as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over toward Belial; raising up to run her tongue from the base of his large ebony balls to the top of his cum oozing pricks. She ran a hand up each shaft as she tongued his large cocks tasting her sister’s cunt juice and the Daemon’s own cum. She swallowed all the liquid enjoying it.
“Raise your ass for me slut, so I can give you what you deserve.” Belial said as he reached up; grabbing one of his large iron colored horns. Twisting it he wrenched it from his head with a snapping sound. He then took the horn and pressed it against Amber’s cunt, slowly sliding the hard, phallic horn into the girl. She squirmed as her cunt spread to accept the object, but she never quit performing her duty of cleaning her Dark Lords cocks with her tongue.
Amber felt the horn sliding into her spreading her cunt, piercing her and relished the searing pain of it. She felt her cunt spread and gape open from the intrusion and realized that she liked it, she liked the feel of her cunt being spread and stretched open. She needed it. She wished Belial would fuck her cunt and ass again, like he had done earlier tonight and really use her body. She was his slut; his whore; his slave. She realized with sudden disappointment that the horn he had pressed into her snatch was, some how shrinking; growing smaller; but at the same time she felt this warmth spreading from her open cunt. This powerful heat spreading through her veins, through her nerves, her limbs. It filled her whole body. She felt, powerful. Finishing cleaning her sister’s juice off his cock she looked up at him in wonder.
“Stand up,” Belial commanded, and when Amber did he ran a clawed hand down her body, cupping her full breasts and then running a clawed finger down her stomach to her stretched pussy. “I want you to concentrate. I have given you some of my power, a finite amount. You can use it however you want; but when it is expired you will be pulled down to my Kingdom in Hell. Now, there are some benefits you have received that will not require you to expend your power. My semen that has coated your cunt and ass is a potent aphrodisiac; the smell alone will drive humans to lustful thoughts and arousal, BUT the touch of it seeping into their skin will cause them to be insatable. The will have to have sex, to thrust their cocks into cunts or asses, or if they are female have their cunts and asses filled with cock. In you, and your sister, it is permanent.. but in others it will only last for a little short while depending on how much they get into their body.”
“The second power you have received I want you to use now. Concentrate on your cunt, and imagine how it feels to have a cock in you. Now imagine that large cock in you, coming out. Imagine it extending from your pussy, instead of going in and you will grow your own; able to produce black cum with the same effects as mine.”
Amber concentrated as her dark lord said, and felt a tingling deep inside her cunt, that slowly began to build. She felt her pussy lips swelling and merging. They were growing out larger and larger, the head of them where her clit had been. She looked down and at the large cock that was growing from her pussy and slowly darkening in color to deep ebony. It enlarged and continued to stiffen until it was about as large as one of Belials massive cocks. Amber reached down and stroked her new member, and shivered at the sensation as a bit of black precum began to emerge from the head of her shaft. She wanted to use her new cock as soon as possible; she just needed a hole.
Sensing her thoughts, Belial said, “Look at your sister, laying there. She is ready for you to rape her again. Take her. It is my last command before I depart back to my realm.”
“Yes, My Lord. She will be my first victim.” Amber replied as she moved over to where her sister laid.
Crystal was lying on the sarcophagus; her body limp from the abuse it had just endured. Her eyes were still rolled back in the back of her head, and her legs were still spread wide. Her cunt and ass still gaped open as Amber positioned herself between her sister’s legs and decided which fuck-hole to fill first. She decided to fuck the girl’s cunt, as she lined her massive cock up to Crystal’s dripping snatch. Her large, new cock easily slipped in the slick, wide hole.
Amber thrust her hips forward plunging the cock into her sister’s well fucked hole producing a low slurping noise as she worked the cocking in and out. Belial’s cum that was still in Crystals cunt spurted out around Amber’s hard pumping cock. Amber felt herself leaning forward to really pound her large cock into her sister’s loose pussy; enjoying the new sensations as she fucked like a guy for the first time. Finally, with a last hard thrust, planting her pelvis against her sister’s and burying her cock all the way to the hilt inside her sisters gaping, loose cunt she came. Her whole body shook as she felt the black demonic cum shooting through her cock as she had her first orgasm through a penis.
Her cum squirted and oozed out of her sister’s abused cunt when she pulled her daemonic cock out of her sisters twat; and there was a loud sucking sound when the cock popped free. Looking down at her sisters open cunt and ass she knew her own pussy and ass had looked the same when Belial was finished fucking her; she was amazed at how wide she and her sister must have been. Reaching down she touched her sisters open, juicy hole with her fingers. Sliding all her fingers in her sisters openness she balled her hand and pushed it inside; seeing her fist disappear into the messy pussy.
Ramming one of her fists in and out of her sisters cunt, she brought her other hand to her sisters ass; and began to prod it. Easily four of her fingers slide into her sister’s ass, while she continued to fist her sister’s cunt. It didn’t take long to force her fist into her sister’s loose ass, and then ram it in and out as her sister continued to lie there; occasionally grunting from the constant ramming. She was surprised at how easily her fists worked in and out; there was almost know resistance and she realized that her cunt and ass would be just as easy. When she finally pulled her fists out of her sister’s cunt and ass she was surprised to see them gape open even more.
Amber realized the hour was getting early and she needed to get her raped sister back, as well as her parents car before they woke up. She looked down at her sisters limp frame and wondered how on earth she would do it. Finally she just called out to her, “Crystal, are you there?”
“Yes,” Crystal answered in a flat tone.
“Then get up, Bitch!” Amber called to her.
Slowly Crystal pulled herself up from the tomb and stood up; cum poured from her abused holes and ran down her legs to pool between her spread feet. Her mind was a blank slate; her soul gone. She responded as an automaton as she followed Amber’s commands, moving to the car, getting in and then following Amber into their house and up to her room. She crawled in bed at Ambers command, still nude, and lay there. Her legs slightly spread, her cunt and ass still open, and cum still oozing out; she closed her eyes and her body slept.
Amber stood there, looking down at her sister lying there in bed in almost the exact same position she was in at the start of the night. She slowly licked her lips looking at her sisters abused body; thinking back to Belial using it, then her fucking it; then fisting it. Amber quietly walked out of her sisters room, and closed the door behind her. She would take a shower now; and then the punishment of the individuals that raped her would begin. She would have her revenge.
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Emma Watson Chapter 2

The support for the previous part was overwhelming. I have one more part written for this storyline, and i’ll post it if I get a decent amount of support for this one! Don’t forget to comment and vote 😛

Kris and Kat, The Swensen Girls

Now that I’m the only one still alive that would be affected by this story, I will share it with my readers. Basically, this story may be a little different than most, that’s because it is about ninety percent (or more) true. Very little is embellished, but the names and places (although similar to the actual ones) have been changed. In those days, I could pop a nut just about anytime. My personal best was seven times in ten hours…

“TRISHA”

Trisha
By Blueheatt
…. Once in a while, you will see a girl that just shocks you with all the things you like about a girl. Whether you’re a guy or another girl. I don’t think anyone knows why and each person is different. This girl was one that just looked so hot, she was like a magnet to me.
Her face, body shape, the way she smiles, her sweet eyes, the way she stands, just all hot female. You sneak all the looks you can, but can’t get enough of it. You start to plot ways to talk to her.
I first saw Trisha at the burger place where she worked. She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra.
I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad. She had the cutest nipples, that showed thru in her white uniform. Her light brown hair was pulled up under the cap they had her wear, but I could tell she had a lot of hair.
I took my time about getting friendly. She would blush when I complimented her. After a few visits, I told her as a commercial artist, I said the human face was the hardest to draw. I asked her if we could get together, and could she model her face for me and to just think about it, and handed her my business card. My next visit, she came over to my table and sat down. My heart was pounding looking at her beauty close up. She said her mom said she would have to meet me first, then do the sitting, that evening. I said deal. She leaned over and whispered: “Your very sweet.” and kissed me on the cheek. (Chills!) She handed me a note with the address and time. Then just waltzed away, looking back with a big smile.
She had a cute ass, nice waist and legs, as I could tell through the baggy uniform. I was so hot for her, and tonight I would see her without the uniform.
That night I found the house and knocked on the door, my drawing stuff in hand. The door opened and there stood what had to be her mom. Wow!, a real beauty. After introductions, she said come on in, and pointed to the couch. Jenna was her mom’s name and she was a carbon copy of Trisha only older and with big tits, and just as hot looking as Trisha.
She was super friendly, 35ish and went and got us glasses of wine. Now I was in double love as she was so beautiful too. She wore a tight full length gold dress, nice tits, no bra, long light brown hair, pulled back on the sides and a hot build. Soon she was at ease with me and decided is was ok to have Trisha sit for my model. She leaned over and quietly asked me: “ Do you have the hots for my daughter?” I laughed and said that male artists always fall in love with their female subjects, and that it always makes for a better picture. She reached over and pinched my ribs, making us both laugh.
She yelled for Trisha, and down the stairs she came. Oh shit, she had on short shorts, and a tiny little T shirt top, and no bra. Her legs were fucking beautiful. She had her hair pulled back like a pony tail but with curls way down her back.
I tried not to be shocked as my heart banged away. She said hi, and then Jenna’s cell phone rang. Jenna walked away. Trisha smiled and whispered that her mom must have really liked me, because she had winked at Trisha behind my back. She asked where to sit. I got up and checked places where the lighting was good and picked the kitchen. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw.
I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and noticed she had a glass of wine too. Now I could look at her all I wanted, and smell Jenna sexy perfume as a bonus. After an outline of her basic beautiful face , I went to work on those eyes. I called up all the talent I could and her eyes came to life. Jenna said: “Wow, he captured your eyes perfect Trish! Trisha got up to look and I stopped her.
No, first go get all your eye makeup and bring it down here. She ran up stairs to get it. Jenna smiled big time as I said her daughter was so beautiful, as was she, and made my work easy.
Trisha came down and I said ‘OK, put on the eye make up on the picture, just like you do on your self. She sat in my chair as Jenna coached her as she applied it on the picture. “Perfect”, said Jenna as they stood up
and both hugged me, Jenn’s firm boobs planted in my chest and side.
I had to sit down as my boner was trying to bust out of my pants. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on my left and held my left arm.
She said her mom will talk and talk but we can talk private in here. We sat in the middle of the couch. I turned sideways and pretended to study her face with my right hand. I touched her cheek and all around, played with her hair and touched her soft lips. She shivered, and squeezed my arm, then pulled my right hand to her warm tummy. I was in heaven. She was breathing hard and leaned her head back as I touched her soft neck and shoulders. Her eyes closed as I again felt her lips softly. She reached up with her left hand and kissed my fingers, as I leaned in and kissed her fingers in return.
I then noticed that we couldn’t hear her mom talking on the phone anymore. I looked around to see where her mom was.
I saw her reflection in a big glass picture frame on the wall. I could just barely see her sitting in the shadows on the staircase. She had been watching us. Her dress was pulled up and her hand was between her open legs. I whispered to Trisha where her mom was. She whispered: “She’s so damn horny, I wish she would find a boyfriend.” I figured I’m making two women hot, so I continued.
I started kissing Trisha’s face and then her lips. She started breathing heavy and really kissed me back hot, with our tongues going wild. I slipped my hand under her short top and felt those wonderful little boobs and nipples. She reached over and rubbed my boner.
The stairs light came on and down came her mom, glass of wine in hand. We quick recovered and I covered my boner with my hands. She sat down. She said: “It’s your bedtime Trish, better jump in.” Trisha was pissed, and said: “We can continue my sitting tomorrow night, OK?” as she stomped up the stairs. I said OK, as she blew me a kiss behind her mom’s back. Jenna quietly giggled as she drank more wine. She ask me if she was next subject for me to draw.
I smiled and said first I would have to study her. By now she was kinda drunk, she turned, leaned back on the end of the couch and put her legs on my lap. “Study away”, she said with a big smile. It wasn’t a big couch, so her thighs went across my legs. She was to my right, as I used both hands to feel her legs. Slowly I went under her dress farther. She slowly opened her legs at the knees.
I kept going until I felt pubic hair. She had no panties on. She had her eyes closed and moaned slightly. With my right hand I felt her soft bush, and my thumb found her clit. She jumped slightly and moaned longer. With my hand I went up the insides of her legs and slowly eased in two fingers in her pussy. I heard a long moan. She was dripping slick wet. I could smell her strong sex. She reached down and pulled her dress way up, then held my hand and began to work my fingers in and out of her hot pussy. Soon I added a third finger as she was so wet. I started to massage her G spot as she worked my fingers faster. Her breathing begin to pant. My right hand worked her clit with my thumb, still.
I glanced up and saw Trisha’s reflection in that wall picture. Now, Trisha was sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs. She had on a short nightie and I didn’t see any panties on her. Her hand was between her open legs.
Now Jenna used both hands to work my fingers in her pussy, pushing them in deeper. She started to moan more and buck her hips up and down. She moaned: “ohhhhhhh, oh yes, yes yes Yes! Her hips lifted up as she drove my fingers deep into her pussy. She let out a Ahhh!!!!! sound, and her whole body started shaking, as she orgasmed hard. She started gasping for air as she worked my fingers in her pussy.
I looked up as Trisha made a mad dash away.
Jenna looked at me and played with my hair and whispered: “If you want to do my daughter, you’ll have to do me first.”
I said to myself, thank you lady luck. I’ve got two beautiful women I can fuck!
She led me upstairs to her bedroom which was dimly lit, we started kissing and we started taking our clothes off. She whispered in her drunk slurred voice: “I know Trish listens and watches and I don’t give a damn, you just fuck me and make me happy, then I don‘t care what you and her do.” I noticed she never closed her bedroom door. Trisha’s bedroom was right across the hall, and her door was open also.
I lifted her dress up and off, kissing her body all the way up and down. I unbuttoned my shirt, pants and underwear and took them off. Wow, what a body she had. I kept kissing her tits as we lay back on the bed.
I put her up on the bed on her back, spread her legs wide and dove in to lick her pussy. She wasn’t quiet and moaned as she guided my head up and down her pussy and clit. I took a glance over and sure enough, Trisha was watching us from her dark bedroom. I could just make it out, but it she was sitting in a computer chair with her hand on her pussy.
Her legs were up on the chair arms and rubbing her pussy. I just had to smile at her, and blow her a kiss. She held up one finger to her mouth for me to be quiet. Jenna then rolled over and put a pillow under herself and mumbled something about ‘do me from behind’. Her eyes were closed facing away from the door. I fingered her wet pussy as she muttered and moaned quietly. I heard a little noise. As I looked over, Trisha had entered the door way and quietly came over to me. She whispered, ‘if you rub her back, she’ll go to sleep.’
So as I fingered her pussy, I started to rub her back with my other hand. Her mom moaned, muttered and in few minutes began to snore, passed out. Damn, my raging hard on wanted to fuck her, but I figured later with some wine I could fuck her anytime. Trisha was the one I really wanted. Trisha held her own hand over her mouth to cover a giggle, and I took my fingers out of her mom’s pussy and quit rubbing her back.
She was out cold, snoring away. Trisha pulled my arm and led me into her room, closed and locked her door. There was only a wall night light on, as she took her nighty off. I felt her warm naked body mesh with mine as she started putting my hard on between her legs and we kissed long and wet. She led me to her bed and put me on my back.
She went down and took my hardon in her mouth slowly, and jacked me gently. My balls felt like they would explode as she speeded up. Soon she got on top of me and slid my dick into her warm wet tight pussy. She slid her body back and forth on me, pushing her clit hard on my pubic hair. I grabbed those sweet butt cheeks and worked with her to slide on me. She gasp every time we went deep in her. She began to move frantic while moaning, “yes, oh god yes” and kissed me as she trembled and shook, squeezing my dick hard with her pussy as she moaned loud and climaxed hard.
I rolled her over.
She wrapped her legs around me as I slid down to lick her pussy. She bucked over and over as I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. She yelled, shook hard and climaxed again, stiffening her body and twisting her pussy on my tongue moaning. I moved up to suck her stiff little nipples on those beautiful tits as she reached down to my dick and moaned, ‘oh god, put it in!’ She guided my hard dick into her wet pussy and pulled my body all the way into her. We started franticly fucking and both moaning. She humped hard with those beautiful legs wrapped around me. I said: “ I’m gonna cum in you so hard, oh….. My….. God…..”.
She growled in my ear and pulled me in deep, we both yelled as I pumped a massive load in that sweet pussy. Over and over my dick shot while her pussy squeezed my dick, over and over. Hot cum overflowed her pussy as we both flooded ourselves. She moaned ‘oh my god’ quietly over and over. Just ‘oh my god’, ‘oh my god‘, as the pulses finally died down from my dick and her pussy. We were so spent, I couldn’t get up and just went to sleep with my dick still in her warm pussy.
I woke up with her arms around my neck, kissing me. I said I have to go, but I’ll be back tonight. She just kept kissing me. I got my clothes, her mom was still snoring away.
That evening, her mom answered the door. She held out her hand, which I kissed, and took me in the house. She said Trisha had to work the later shift, but got off at 9. It was now 7. She had her usual big glass of wine, and we sat on the couch. She said: “I want a nude drawing of me. I know you can handle it, can’t you.”
I said: “ Oh yes!”… and that I love beautiful women nude. She wanted me to draw her nipples firm, with young and perkie tits. Include a extra full bush on her pussy.
I said I can make it anyway you want it. I said while Trisha is gone, I could take some pictures to study. She said great, in fact I have some myself. She got up and went to the den, then brought me some pictures of her nude. Wow, she was younger then, looked like about 16, were they hot! She said: ”Make the picture about this age.” We went up to her bedroom with my camera. She killed another big glass of wine. She said: “Undress me and take shots each step of the way“. I said sure. I posed her all the way thru each stage of undress.
It made her feel hot as I did it, and she posed so sexy. I had all the shots of her you could want, her butt in the air, legs open, holding her tits, you name it. She smiled and stood up staring me in the eyes and began to undress me. She pulled me on top of her in the bed. She said: “you snuck out on be last night, didn’t you.” I stammered and said, well you passed out on me kinda but I’m here now. She said: “Did you make love to my daughter last night?” My grin told her the answer. “I want to plead the 5th on that question,” I said.
She smiled a sexy smile and said: “Damn it, I wanted to do you first….OK, do to me what you did to her, now.” We both grinned and I had her stand up and re-enacted the whole thing, She fucked harder and squirmed more than Trisha. I think she was trying to outdo her daughter. She was noisy, and moaned loud, bucked like it was the last dick she might ever get.
We did way more than I did with Trisha, I fucked her from behind, which she liked the best, then I rolled her over and I put her legs on my shoulders, and fucked her hard! She liked it rough and pulled hard on me as our body’s slapped to gather. She would freeze up, yell “Ohhh Fuck!” and orgasm hard, then go for more. She knew when I was about to cum real hard. She pushed me back and sucked my dick to take all the cum I had in and swallow it. Wow, I fingered with her butt hole which made her orgasm moaning dirty words, “Fuck me hard!, suck my pussy and suck my nipples harder! Fuck me deep, fill me up with cum!”
She was a wonderful animal when she fucked. We were so spent, she finally passed out moaning.
It was 9pm now and I got dressed and waited for Trisha. She came in and kissed me very hot, then started smelling around. She smelled her mom’s perfume on me. She started smiling and said: “My mom gotcha, didn’t she.” Again, I said I want to plead the 5th on that question. She kissed me and said she didn’t mind sharing me this time, as she and I were both so tired from last night and her working late. Plus me fucking her mom. She said I better rest up because Wednesday night I was all hers, and mom was gonna be out of town all night.
I told her mom and I had a photo shoot and I had lots of pictures of her now. She said yes, her mom loves to have her picture taken nude. I said I would like one picture of you
Trisha, for the art picture, and one nude. She smiled big and said you want a picture of me naked?
“Yes, it won’t take a second.”
“Oooooo, I think I’d like that.”
She started stripping right there. Like her mom, she got hot just thinking about me taking pictures of her naked. She told me that she saw some pictures of girls, and guys got so excited they had cum on the pictures. She whispered in my ear: (“will you take the one that you like the best and cum on it for me?”) I said: (“I’ll do better than that, you can watch me cum on the picture while thinking only of you. And you can keep the real thing.”)
She really started getting hot over that, and gasp as she took off all her clothes in a hurry. She was so hot looking, small cute tits, an ass that was still like a built 14yr old. I placed her on the couch, and shot way. She did it all, not just one picture. I even did a close up of her little pussy, and the small patch of pubic hair.
I told her Wednesday we would sit at the computer and pick out the best one for me to cum on. She kissed me long and hot with out tongues going crazy. She rubbed my boner as I felt her pussy. I bent over and kissed her pussy. She got the chills as I had to leave. She didn’t want me to leave and said: “Wednesday your all mine, and I’m going to lock you in my bedroom!”.
Wednesday night came, and she pulled me up to her bedroom. We started kissing hot, as I removed her robe, and she my clothes. She was naked now and looking hot as ever. I kissed her sweet tits and rubbed her warm beautiful body. She dropped to her knees to suck on my dick. I knew her favorite was to sit on my dick while I was on my back. I lifted her up, as we still kissed and placed her on top of me on the bed. She eased my wet dick in her warm pussy. As she started moving up and down on it, I reached over to massage her clit.
She had never had anyone do that before, and started to moan over and over. She leaned over on top of me and ground hard on my dick with her slick pussy and started to mutter for me to fuck her hard. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started driving my dick in deep. She started gasping for air and moaning loud. “Gezzzz, oh yes!…yes..Yes..YES! And clamped her whole body on me. I could hold back no more and fucked her as fast as I could.
Our bodies slapped together. Her tight young pussy was like a clamp around my dick, squeezing it as she began to yell out. I felt my balls pulling so tight against me when we both yelled loud and a flood of my cum shot in her. She screamed “YES!!!!” and flooded me with her juices as I pumped over and over until every drop of cum I had was in her. We squirmed and shook, to feel all we could get from us. Her trembling fingers reached down to feel our cum and juices. She tasted her shaking fingers.
I remember a floating feeling as I drove home, I could still feel her hot body clamped around me and fucking me so hard. There is nothing like an 18yr old girl, under a 26 yr old guy….nothing.
…. It was a Wednesday, and Trisha called me to come over. She wanted to see all the pictures I took of her.
She wanted me to then pick out my favorite and think of only her and cum on it for her. I said they’re ready on a disk, and you can print out the one I pick. I’ll be over at 9 pm. She sounded so excited and kissed me over the phone. Her mom wouldn’t be home all night. She always went out of town every Wednesday night to look after Trisha’s grandmother, and spent the night there.
I knocked on the door, it was all dark inside. The door slowly opened, just enough for me to enter. Trisha was completely naked and jumped in my arms.
She kissed me, sunk her tongue all the way in my mouth, and felt my now, rock hard boner. The feel of her bare ass with her legs around me was hot. She took all my clothes off, and started feeling and kissing my dick. Then she whispered, (“….let’s go see the picture your going to cum on.“) She was really hot about this, and said again I was to only think of her when I came on it. I sat at her computer and we looked at the pictures of her. She stood behind me and felt my chest, as each picture made us hotter and hotter. Finally I said: “There!”…It was one of her lying on the couch on her back. She had her legs bent at the knee and way apart, in a wide open little pussy shot. You could see the wetness of her pussy. She had a devilish smile and her arms extended out to the camera. It was like a ‘come and fuck me’ type pose.
I hit ‘print’, and out it came…perfect! She took the picture and placed it on the table in her room. She stood behind me, I could hear and feel her breathing on my neck. She reaching around and undid my belt, button and zipper, and let my pants drop to the floor. She rubbed her little pussy on my butt cheeks and her hand felt my boner, balls and pubic hair. Her hands trembled slightly. She whispered in my ear: (“…cum big on my picture, I want to hold your hands as you jack off on it.”) I said breathlessly: “I’m thinking only of you Trisha.“
Damn!, she was making me hot!!!
She had two girlfriends who had pictures of themselves with huge splatters of cum on them, and Trisha had seen them both. Those pictures had got to her, and she fantasized about one of herself and a guy who had the hots for her shooting a huge load of cum on her picture. She found her guy,…me.
Now it was going to happen, and she was dripping wet as I reached back to feel her pussy for a second. I stood over the picture, staring right at her wet pussy in the picture, and wrapped my hands around my dick. Her hands wrapped around mine. We started in slowly jacking me. I could feel the heat from her body behind me as she squirmed. She kissed my neck as she stared at the picture to. She was breathing right in my ear, or should I say panting.
We heard a noise.
Someone was trying open the front door. We froze….then Trisha whispered: (“Oh Shit!, my mom!”) Her mom was the only one who had a key. She quick grabbed her robe, and I pulled up my pants and slipped the pictures under her bed. Trisha and I walked down stairs. It was her mom ok, a little drunk. She waved to someone and closed the door. She had gotten stopped by a cop and she smelled of booze. He liked what he saw and had her blow in the devise. A .079. A .080 was the limit. He had to let her go, but advised her to drive home and he would follow her, to be safe…(yeah sure.) Her mom laughed when she sat down. “That fool cop thought he was gonna fuck me, but I got away by feeling his dick!….I told him my husband worked for the mayor…tee hee.”
Trisha was pissed, and said: “Lay down mom, you need a rest.” She was hoping she would fall asleep on the couch and we could continue with our little picture project. Her mom spotted me then and smiled big. Trisha whispered: (“…go and start rubbing her back. See if she’ll go to sleep.”) I whispered: ‘ok’ and sat on the couch with her. Her mom looked at me and winked. She said: “Time for you to go to bed Trisha.” She got up and went to the bathroom. Trisha jumped on top of me on the couch and whispered: (“Please come to my room, no matter what happens. I want you so bad, this waiting is killing me! I want your cum on that picture with us both jacking you off, then I want to fuck you all night!”) She kissed me like a wild animal and felt my dick firm! She got up and wiggled her tight beautiful ass and smiled as she went upstairs swinging her butt for me.
Trisha…
Well…here I was. A hot girl I wanted to fuck real bad, and her mom, half drunk that wanted to fuck too. If I could feel her mom up real good, I might just get her to sleep.
Boy, was I mistaken.
Her mom, Jenna, came out of the bathroom with just a short white robe on. Oh shit, she looked so hot. Those perfect legs, big boobs and her hair was long and pulled back. She poured two glasses of wine, and brought me one. She leaned over and whispered: (“…you not getting away tonight mister. You owe me big time, and I’ve just been waiting to get you alone….drink your wine and prepare to fuck me, you sweet man.”)
(Gulp) I about choked on the wine. She set my wine down and pushed me down on the couch. She had no under panties on and she put her legs over my chest. I stared at a beautiful pussy, just inches from my face. I could smell her aroma of pure female sex and perfume. She just sat and smiled at me, sipping her wine. My arms were pinned down with her legs. She continued to whisper: (“….do you see something you like?…would you like to taste Jenna?…put your tongue out and taste me….you’ll like it…”) She inched her pussy a tiny bit forward. She played with my hair, rubbing it and the sides of my head. She inched forward just a little more. I could just feel her pubic hair on my lips. She was teasing me beyond words. All my tongue would reach was the very tip of her clit. She started rocking a little, each rock just touching her clit to my tongue. She began to moan and mutter something. Now I could just barely get my arms up and feel her smooth ass and hips. She moaned as I did it. She just toyed with my tongue as I was trying to get in a good lick on her clit. She teased my tongue with her pussy like a game. She had her eyes closed and rocking slightly, while feeling her own tits. Out of the side of my eye I saw Trisha with a digital camera smiling. The camera made no noise and no flash. She was taking pictures. I started slipping a finger down her mom’s butt crack. She gasped!….and moaned and started breathing faster. She reached back and started unzipping my pants. As she leaned back, her clit came right into my mouth. Now she really started gasping and rocking her clit into me. She pulled my boner out and started scooting back. She undid my belt and pants button and pulled them down. She started breathlessly kissing me and I felt her put my dick in her warm wet pussy. It slipped in so slick. Her tongue went wild in my mouth as we both gasp for air. She started fucking me steady now and moaning more. I started rubbing her back firm. She got weak and laid on top of me, moaning little moans. I kept it up as she wilted into a warm pile of woman on top of me, all spent. It was all I could do not to cum in her warm pussy, but I wanted Trisha so bad, I figured I could fuck mom anytime later. Soon mom was passed out on top of me. I waited until I heard her little snoring start. I slowly worked my self out from under her.
Trisha was jumping up and down smiling with camera in hand. I left Jenna on the couch as Trisha pulled me upstairs.
She closed and locked her door and jumped in my arms. She started kissing me while taking off her robe. She whispered: (“….now!…where were we!…”) and giggled. She got down, threw her robe off and took my pants off. I got the picture out and we began again. The feel of her tits and naked body behind me was driving me crazy. Now my boner was maxed out big. She stroked it and took my hands and put them around it. Her hands on mine again. She whispered: (“….I wished that was me on top if you down stairs, I would keep you there all night, and never let you go. I want to see your cum so bad, because I know what it feels like inside me, so hot and slick.”) We started jack me faster and faster and watched my dick explode at that point. She moaned at I shot mega loads on the picture, covering her pussy right on the picture. I felt her knees buckle as she orgasmed. I reached back to hold her up as she kept jacking my dick to the last spurt. The picture was covered with many shots of my cum, just as she wanted. I scanned it and now she had her purse size picture. She was dying to show her girlfriends. She said it had way more cum on hers than on theirs.
I picked her up and placed her in her bed. I got on top of her put my spent, but still hard dick in her. Her pussy squeezed me over and over and she just kept moaning.
I woke up to someone kissing me. My dick was hard again and in Trisha….but her head was turned away from me. It was dark. I tried to focus to see….Jenna was kissing me and feeling my butt, while I had my dick in her daughter! My mind went numb.
She whispered in my ear softly: (“…my little ‘burger queen’ has to work late tonight, so I’m coming over to your apt. at 9pm….we have some ‘unfinished’ business, mister.”)
She slipped her tongue in my mouth and left. I was in a daze. It was 6:30 am and she just left for her work.
Beautiful Trisha was under me again, and my dick was in her….ahhhhh….now to wake her up properly….‘while fucking.’
I reached down to her little damp clit, and started to just rub around it just slightly. I heard this little tiny moan. I felt a slight squeezing on my dick from her pussy. I heard her mumble:….’oh daddy….yes‘…
I made a mental note to try and find out about her ‘daddy’.
Later on, her drunk mom finally told me all about Trisha‘s ‘daddy‘, late one night….Wow!
Two years ago, Jenna caught Trisha’s in bed fucking her dad. Jenna and her dad split over it. This started the battle over men between them. Jenna went after Trisha’s boyfriends and Trisha went after Jenna’s boyfriends. Jenna thought it was a one time thing when she caught Trisha.
It wasn’t. Trisha and her dad had been having sex play since she was 11. When Jenna caught them, Trisha was 16 and It was the first time they had full sex. Jenna came home early that day and surprised them. He didn’t cum and Trisha didn’t either. Dad moved far away and Trisha wanted a man like her dad. That turned out to be me. Jenna wanted me too but didn’t want Trisha to have me. They both reluctantly decided to share me.
For now, I had my dick in a sweet 18 yr old, ready to fuck as I felt her arms go around my neck……

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Not exactly Cinderella

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

Water PArk Love PArt 5: Mile High Club

Note: This is a continuation of “Water Park Love” and I have posted this story already and it got deleted so if it appears twice, sorry.
The rest of our beach vacation was filled with sex, sex, food, and more sex. Our families were amazed at how well we were getting along and swore we could have known each other before all of this happened.
Mark and I were getting more into Public Sex, it made us both feel so much more alive and the passion of it was amazing. We did it on the beach, in a convenient store bathroom, behind a dumpster in broad daylight, and my personal favorite, a dressing room. This is my favorite because as he had me pushed against a wall with his cock buried in my ass, the store clerk asked if everything was alright and Mark, god bless him, said “Everything’s fine, it’s just that this is a little tight” I almost dies laughing.
So anyways, on the last day, as I was getting into the car, he called me into the house because I “forgot” my IPod. As our parents were outside and I came in and said “Um I have my iPod right here” and he said “Let me play you a song” and he grabbed me by the ass and pulled me onto the bed and kissed me passionately, as he was reaching for my belt the front door opened. “Dammit” I moaned. I got up kissed him, we exchanged “I Love You’s” one more kiss, and I was gone.
On the way home, I kept having the most amazing dreams; I mean it was only what? Like a seven hour drive? I had dreams that we grew old together, adopted some kids, and lived the rest of our life traveling the world; little did I know what I was in store for.
When I got home I went to my bed, crashed out, and slept well into the afternoon of the next day. During that sleep I had a million more dreams, and when I woke up, my underwear was dripping with cum and god knows what else. I got up and washed off.
In the Shower I kept thinking of meeting Mark, our trips, the fight, and the reuniting at the beach and having amazing times. Through all these thoughts something occurred to me. I had to be the luckiest man alive. I mean I found this Adonis at the water park, with his amazing tan and fucking hot pecks, plus his muscular man boobs, I mean yum. Then when my “lucky” mind ran to his perfect cock, my dick sprung to full attention.
What do you do with a hard dick and amazing memories, what every man is born to do, jack off. I began to stroke my cock and kept letting these entire memories flood into my mind. I began to pump faster and faster and before I knew it, cum was spewing out of my dick.
I got out of the shower and dried off. I went to get food when I found my mother, who is usually at work, sitting at the kitchen table with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. Oh shit. What now. I slowly approached the table and sat down. She looked pissed. “I have a bone to pick with you young man. WHAT DID I DO?? She slid an envelope across the table with my school districts logo on it. I gulped. I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
A million thoughts flashed into my mind. Was this about the tests I cheated on? I thought I was sly! “Don’t worry about it Jeremy, I took the liberty of opening the envelope my self. I slid a piece of paper wrapped around two pieces of thicker paper. “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU JEREMY?!” she screamed. I opened the paper and began to read. This is what I saw:
Jeremy,
Sorry to put on a show. I wanted to freak you out. PAYBACK! So anyways, as you know, there are three weeks left before summer break ends, and you are going to be a senior!!!! Your Father and I are so proud of you Jeremy! You have no idea. Onto the point, I took the liberty of calling Trish (Marks mom) and told her what I am planning. She said absolutely, that Marks calendar was free and that it would be up to you to tell him. You and Mark have hit it off so well and I wanted to give you a trip since your good friends. I’m sure I am not making any sense, but you leave tomorrow. Leave where you may ask. You are leaving on a trip around the world for the next two and a half weeks!!! You leave tomorrow for Belize, which you will be staying in for four days. Then you will be off to Spain, staying at the same place your father and I did, for three days. Then you will be off the France for four days, then onto Britain for four days. The remainder of your trip you will spend in South Africa!!!!! Mark I am sure your thinking this is strange and are not prepared for this, but you have the rest of today to shop!! ( Go to your wallet for the money). Have fun and you Father and I love you and are so proud! Be fun and safe!!!
XOXOXOXOXO Mom and dad
P.S Be careful Jer Jer, you and mark are cute kids and those Frenchies are weird
P.P.S Mark is allergic to Latex, so don’t get that around him
At that last part, I almost died laughing. I looked at her to see her beaming. “Sorry I had to scare you, but I thought it was funny. I started bawling. I love my parents so much. I literally jumped across the table and hugged the shit out of her. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!” I screamed. I ran to my room , put on my shoes and grabbed my keys. I opened my wallet and counted 45 100’s, or $4500. God they are eccentric, I thought. I raced to my Suburban and sped to the mall. I bought the whole place.
I got swim suits, jeans, shorts, shirts, sweatshirts (I didn’t know the weather). I got books about the countries, culture books, and a Canon t2i to document the experience. I then got a ton of traveling stuff. As I was walking out I walked past a swimming store and saw something for the both of us. The skimpiest, sexiest, Speedo’s I have every seen. I got a blue and red one, one for me, and one for my man.
As I sped home, I picked up my phone and called Mark. “Hey babe” he said. “MARK MARK MARK MARK MARK!!!” I screamed. “WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?!?” he said sarcastically. “YOU KNOW WHAT!” I said. “Um no I don’t” then it hit me that I had to tell him. I then shouted at him what was going on and the phone dropped and I heard running, then shouting I love you’s at his parents, and then repacking up the phone “I LOVE YOU AND YOUR PARENTS!!! He shouted. “BABE I GOT TO GO SHOP!!” he said. “LOVE YOU!” we both said at the same time.
When I got home and packed everything, taking special attention to my camera and stupidly shooting pictures of my parents and me as “Pre-Trip” photos, I went to bed, but really did not sleep. I kept dreaming about the trip and all the amazing things we would do.
The next morning I sprung out of bed and showered. In the shower I got as clean as possible. I then put clothes on and threw my stuff into the back of my car, I then put my camera into the trunk. I wasn’t forgetting anything. It was 2:45 AM and the flight was at 5 AM. My parents came out and kissed me and we said I love you. “Give me your wallet” my mom said. She then put a ton of money into my wallet “Do not spend any of this until you get into Belize, you need to have it to exchange currencies, god knows the dollar sucks in other countries!” I laughed and sped off. I felt like the gate was opening to slow for my community. I then sped to Mark’s house. When I got there he threw his stuff into my car and his mom took pictures of us with my camera. She then replaced it in my trunk and he said bye.
When I got to the stop sign, Mark reached over and pulled me towards him, shoving his tongue down my throat, we made out for what seemed like hours. He broke the kiss and said “Step on it!!”
During the drive to the airport, I flew down the freeway because there was no one on it. “I got us a little something” I said devishly. “Well so did I” he said winking. He reached over and grabbed my hand. “I love you so fucking much Jeremy, never forget that” I smiled at him and said “I love you oh so much more”. He smiled back.
When we got to the airport, put our luggage into the baggage thing, got checked into the airport, and got our passports stamped, we went to the terminal. We had an hour until the flight opened up, and I left Mark with the Camera and Carry-on’s while I went to go get coffee. When I got back he snapped a picture of me and said “That gave me a boner” I laughed out loud.
When the terminal opened up, Mark and I went through and to our seats. I sat in coach, but the flight attendant told us to move to first class because that was where our seats were. THANK GOD FOR MOM!! When we sat in the large white seats, I looked around to see the rest of the cabin vacant. YES!!
The captain came on and said that we would be taking off in one minute and I was ecstatic. As we began to race down the runway and the first tires left the ground, I looked over to Mark and saw him squeezing the arm rests. I grabbed his hand and said “Hate flying?” “YES!!” he said. “Relax babe, you got me”
The trip was underway and five minute into our Eight hour flight, Mark said, “I need to go to the restroom” He got up, turned around and winked. He walked into the bathroom and I took his wink as an invitation. I looked around to see the old woman asleep and the light attendant gone. I got up, and sure enough, the door said “unoccupied”. I walked in and locked the door.
The bathroom was huge. It had granite counters and a toilet and a sitting area! I looked to the toilet to see Mark, Butt naked, his beautiful abs flexing as he stroked his huge 10 inch dick which I missed. I got on my knees and engulfed his monster. I bobbed my head and he ran his fingers through my hair. He stood me up and replaced himself with me on the toilet. He got on his knees and gave me one of his famous blowjobs. After about five minutes I was getting close, but he stopped. He stood me up and peeled my clothes off.
As I stood there, he pushed me against the wall and furiously made out with me, stroking both our dicks at the same time. My hands wandered his body and I did what I usually did, trace his abs with my fingers. I began to squeeze his nipple and he let out a moan. He pulled away and turned me around, shoving me into the wall. He kissed my neck as he slid his dick into my ass.
He began pounding me, there was a familiar lust in his thrusting. He was hungry. He turned my head and began to make out with me. Mark reached around and grabbed my dick. He began to stroke me and I was in heaven.
He started to speed up and we were both getting close. I was first, I came all over the wall. He sped up his thrusting and soon he was cumming in my ass and biting my neck to keep him quiet. I t hurt, but it felt soooo good.
We both cleaned up and shared one last kiss. As we went back to our seats, he sat against the wall, and I fell asleep in his arms. The trip was already on to a great start and I was in love!
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13Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirteen: Hooters Galore!
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 Thirteen Summary: Luna lends her hand to the Hunt!
With a bounce in his step and a smile like he was the kneazle who ate the fairy, Ron joined Harry and Hermione for breakfast in the kitchen the next morning. Normally, the three friends would’ve had their morning meal in the Great Hall, but the House-Elves were still out spreading the word that the Great One had arrived. So the trio was forced to prepare their own meals.
Harry was loathed to admit it, but Ron was positively glowing (he was loathed to admit it because one bloke never describes another as “positively glowing” – well the Creevey brothers might, but not Harry).
“I hope you don’t mind,” Ron began while he shoveled great piles of food onto his plate, “but I invited Luna over for breakfast.”
“That’s wonderful,” Hermione cheered. Harry could tell by the look on her face that his girlfriend was overjoyed because her plan had worked. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a smile that threatened to split her face open. Harry couldn’t help but to feel happy for his best mate as well.
“I told her how to enter the kitchen, so she knows where to find us,” Ron stated. “Anyway, I had the strangest dream last night.”
“Was it about Luna?” asked Hermione. Harry knew she was hoping to hear some romantic story about Ron and Luna, even if it was a dream.
“No,” Ron smiled even more when Luna’s name was mentioned. “Harry and I were playing chess in the Common Room, and you were cheering us on,” he said to Hermione.
“Well, what’s strange about that?” asked Hermione.
“The strange part was that you were really loud,” informed Ron. “You kept screaming ‘Yes, Harry that’s it!’ and ‘Sweet baby //Maeve//!’ And every once in a while you’d kick out your legs and knock something over and then say ‘Yes!’ It was weird.”
Harry nearly choked on his food as he heard Ron’s tale. Harry could tell that Hermione wanted to run away and hide. Apparently, even though Ron had been dead asleep, he still heard Hermione’s cries of passion when Harry had done his best to return the pleasure Hermione had given him before Ron returned from his date. Luckily, Ron had just thought it was part of his dream and didn’t realize that Harry was using his Parselmouth and love-based magic to make Hermione a very happy and satisfied witch.
“So tell us about the date,” Hermione said with a hint of hope in her voice. Harry reckoned that she hoped that Ron would drop the discussion of his dream.
“We realized it was a fake Lust Potion after…” Ron began, and his face lit up even more. “After we… you know. Anyway, I guess I need to thank for tricking me like that. If I hadn’t thought you’d dosed me, I probably would’ve done something rash.”
Harry wondered what Ron considered rash; apparently getting a hand-job in a pub from a girl he was set up on a blind date, after only saying hello to no less than two minutes before, wasn’t an action Ron considered /’rash’/.
“So, as I was saying, after you two left, Luna and me, we started talking. She doesn’t know much about Quidditch, but she says she’d like to learn,” Ron stated as he continued to recap his date. “And she listens, I mean, really listens. I’m not stupid; I know that I say some pretty dumb things. Sometimes, I just can’t find the right words, or I get frustrated and I say things I don’t really mean. But Luna just sat there and listened to me. It was as if she knew what I was saying when I didn’t even know how to put it into words. After a few minutes, she was actually finishing my sentences for me; do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, we know…” began Harry.
“…how that feels,” concluded Hermione.
With a smile, Ron went back to happily shoveling copious amounts of food into his mouth. But Harry realized that Ron’s recollection of his date was a little lacking; it didn’t explain his state when he walked in on Harry and Hermione the night before. Ron was utterly exhausted, and his clothes were a tattered mess. According to his story, after he received the public hand-job, he and Luna talked. As Harry knew, hand-jobs were nice, but they usually didn’t leave one exhausted. And it definitely didn’t cause one to get their robes all torn up. So Harry figured that something else must have happened to Ron, perhaps after the date ended. Maybe he wasn’t paying attention while he was lost in his happiness over the date, and tripped down some stairs.
Before Harry could inquire as to what happened, footfalls drew the three friends’ attention to the entrance of the kitchen. From the open doorway, a very happy looking Luna Lovegood strolled in. The first thing Harry noticed was her cute smile and the glow in her cheeks. The second thing he noticed was that she was walking funny, as if she was in some discomfort. He wondered briefly if she had fallen like Ron might have.
Hermione, on the other hand, lost her happy and proud look. It was replaced by anger, and it was directed at Ron. Harry was taken back at Hermione’s sudden change in demeanor and was about to ask her what was wrong when she hissed across the table at their red-haired friend. “Ron. What. Did. You. Do?”
Ron hung his head in a mixture of shame, embarrassment, pride, and happiness but remained silent. Luna took her place next to Ron, but Harry saw that she was sitting a little funny. She seemed to place all of her weight on the side of her hip; Harry thought that couldn’t be comfortable for her.
“Luna, are you okay?” Harry asked with concern before taking a bit of food.
“Harry, I’ll explain-” Hermione began, but Luna interrupted her.
“I’m a little sore because Ronald made me a woman last night,” the blonde witch informed them. Harry did, in fact, choke on his food this time. While Hermione was trying to help Harry breathe by slapping him on the back, Luna explained further. “After he came in my hand, we talked for a while. Then Ronald tossed me on the table and plowed my virgin fertile fields.”
Finally, Harry was able to dislodge the bit of food that was blocking his airway and took a huge gulp of air.
“But, wait,” Harry started. “Ron, you said that you’d figured that out it was a fake Lust Potion after the…” Harry paused, hesitant to say the name of that particular – and extremely fun – activity in front of Luna simply out of embarrassment.
“You mean, after he came in my hand?” Luna asked and Harry blushed. “Harry, it’s called a hand-job. I’m surprised you didn’t know.” Harry gaped at her like a fish out of water as she turned her attention to Hermione. “It’s a wonderfully easy way to please a wizard. I can give you some tips on how to do it if you’d like, Hermione.” As Harry continued to gape at Luna, Hermione stared bug-eyed at the blonde witch. “First, you have to lubricate your hand; you own saliva will do nicely. Then you just squeeze – but not too hard though – and pump. It’s fairly easy. I have to warn you though, the ejaculate gets all over,” Luna paused once more and her smile got even brighter as she turned to Ron. “It was so warm and sticky… I just couldn’t help but to lick-”
“But that doesn’t explain why you two had sex!” Hermione interrupted to which Harry was grateful. He was glad that Ron and Luna had connected (though he was a little shocked to see that they had connected in that manner) but he didn’t want intimate details.
“Hermione, I’m so surprised by you,” Luna replied patiently. “That’s the problem with some intelligent people; very smart when it comes to books, but a little slow in other areas.” Luna began to speak slowly, as if she were speaking to a child, “Sometimes when a Hippogriff meets a Unicorn-”
“We were just caught up in the moment,” Ron put in.
“Yes, we were caught up in the moment three times before Tom threw us out of the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna clarified.
It was as if both Harry and Hermione’s jaws had hit the table. Three times! Ron had shagged Luna three times! Including the hand-job, that meant that Ron had cummed four times!
Hermione looked at Harry and her eyes clearly asked,/ “Can you cum four times?”/
/Harry responded with his eyes, “Not in a row.”/
/ /”Then we were caught up in the moment again in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron,” continued Luna.
“And then there was the time outside the twins’ shop,” added Ron.
“No wonder you’re sore,” Hermione muttered. Harry looked at his friend in shock and awe. Six times… one after the other. No wonder he was almost comatose when he walked into their dorm room last night. Along with the sense of awe, Harry’s confidence was knocked down just a little. He realized, at best, he could do it twice, and then only if he was really riled up. And here Ron could do it six times!
“To be honest, each time was what I’d call /’short and sweet,’/” Luna confessed. A bit of Harry’s confidence returned – of course it was at the cost of Ron’s self-esteem. The red-haired teen looked like he had just been hit across the face.
“But of course it doesn’t really matter now that I think about it,” Luna cooed while caressing Ron’s cheek. “I mean, we did have sex for nearly twenty consecutive minutes. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed.”
“Twenty minutes!” both Harry and Hermione screeched and Ron beamed at his own masculine prowess. Harry knew that he was lasting longer and longer each time he and Hermione were intimate, but twenty minutes! He was lucky if he had lasted five minutes the night before. Harry was equally jealous and impressed with Ron’s stamina and virility.
“I have to tell you something; witch to witch,” Luna said to Hermione. “When a man ejaculates in your pussy as much as Ronald did in mine, you’d better know a good Cleansing Charm.”
“This is all my fault,” Hermione wailed. “If I hadn’t tricked you two into thinking I gave you a Lust Potion, you could have talked a little and made a deep connection.”
“But we did talk and make a connection,” Ron countered.
“Yeah, they connected six times,” Harry mumbled. “In a row.”
“No you didn’t. You talked for all of fifteen minutes,” continued Hermione. “Then you shagged like a pack of… a pack of-”
“Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys?” offered Luna.
“Yes!” Hermione agreed – Harry knew that Hermione had no idea what Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys were or what their mating habits were like, but that she had agreed to Luna’s analogy just to move the conversation, or rather, the argument along. After a second, Hermione continued, “I had hoped you two would have a deep and meaningful relationship; that you’d talk for hours and hours. But you two spent the night shagging each others’ brains out.”
“But we did talk,” stated Luna.
“I know you did,” Hermione said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. Harry knew that she was only a little disappointed with Ron and Luna’s actions; most of the frustration that Hermione was feeling was with herself. Harry knew that his girlfriend was berating herself for not coming up with a better plan. “But you only talked for a short while, then you two had sex on one of the tables in the Leaky Cauldron.”
“But we talked during that time as well,” Luna said.
“What?” both Harry and Hermione blurted out.
“It’s amazing what one will say in between thrusts,” Luna stated dreamily. “I feel like I know Ronald completely.” Luna turned to her boyfriend, and looked as if she was lost in his eyes. “His favorite color is orange.”
“Luna’s is lilac,” Ron said as he too became lost in his girlfriend’s eyes. “I didn’t even know it was a color; I thought that it was just a flower.”
“Ronald’s afraid of spiders,” Luna continued.
“So is Luna,” added Ron.
“His dream is to coach Quidditch.”
“Her dream is to prove to the world that Snorkacks really do exist.”
“The three of you are hunting You Know Who’s Horcruxes.”
Harry’s heart stopped beating for two whole seconds. He could feel Hermione tense up next to him.
“She’s so creative with vegetables,” added Ron, oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend just admitted that he had told her a very big secret.
“Ronald likes the smell of coffee,” Luna continued. “But he doesn’t like the taste.”
“You told her?” moaned Hermione while Harry just looked at Ron dumbstruck.
“Why not?” Ron questioned. “I don’t like coffee.”
“No, you prat,” Harry chided. “You told her about the Horcruxes.”
“I did?” Ron asked himself more than anyone else.
“Yes, you did,” Luna replied. “It was when we were outside your brothers’ shop. You remember, it was when you missed your target.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ron said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry Ronald, they are fairly close together now that I think about it,” Luna consoled her boyfriend with a tender caress of his cheek. “It’s completely understandable that you missed in the heat of the moment.”
“Luna you’re not supposed to know about it,” Hermione said.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Luna asked, completely befuddled. “I do know for a fact that Ronald missed.”
“No, not that,” Hermione explained. “You’re not supposed to know about Voldemort’s Horcruxes.”
“Yeah, you can get in trouble,” added Harry. “If Voldemort or his followers know that you know something, they will try to make you talk.”
“Harry, you know as well as anybody, most people simply assume I’m insane,” Luna put in. “Even if I did get caught, no one would bother to listen to me. Besides, I think I can help you. And I want to help any way I can.”
Pausing, Harry thought on what Luna said. He already knew that she was trustworthy, dependable, and intelligent. She had proven her loyalty and bravery when she joined them to invade the Department of Mysteries. Harry decided that he believed that she could indeed help with their hunt for the Horcruxes. He turned to his girlfriend and with a simple nod of his head, told Hermione that he thought that the notion of Luna joining their group was a good idea.
“Alright, you’re in,” announced Hermione.
“Thank you,” Luna beamed.
The two couples ate in silence for a moment before Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her.
“Luna, you said that Ron told you about the Horcruxes when he missed his target. What did you mean by that?” Hermione asked.
“After pulling back too far, Ronald tried to reenter me, but he missed his target,” explained Luna. Both Harry and Hermione were a little confused while Ron was blushing madly. “It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but Ronald seemed to be enjoying himself immensely so I just relaxed. I’m just glad that Ronald’s penis was well lubricated by our juices from the pervious times he plowed my fertile fields, otherwise it probably would’ve been unbearable, if you know what I mean.”
Harry gulped as Luna’s tail… err… tale became clear while Hermione muttered once more; “No wonder you’re sore.”
Thankfully, any further revelations of Luna and Ron’s incredibly successful first date were quelled when a hyper-active miniature owl zoomed into view. Harry realized that the bird must have found its way into the kitchen by flying down one of the unused chimneys.
“Pig,” stated Ron as he tried to catch his pet. “Mum must’ve sent a note.”
Pigwidgeon zipped past Ron and made a spectacular dive right into the front of Luna’s robes. The blonde witch giggled and thrashed about as if she was being tickled by dozens of feathers – which in fact, she was. By the looks of it, Pigwidgeon was flitting about her overly large breasts, because Luna was involuntarily squeezing her boobs against each other by bringing her arms together, jiggling her mounds this way and that, while giggling uproariously. In other words, she was giving Ron and Harry quite a show; even Hermione seemed intrigued – though not as intrigued as the boys. After a very entertaining minute, Luna stilled and said with a glow in her cheeks; “I think he’s asleep.”
To prove her point, Luna pulled down the front her robes to reveal the small owl resting right in the valley of her cleavage. Pigwidgeon was hooting softly and rhythmically as if he was snoring peacefully. Harry doubted that the hyper owl had gotten tired, more than likely, Pig just really liked Luna’s boobs and had decided to use them as pillows to sleep on.
“Ronald, aren’t you going to get your post?” Luna asked.
“W-w-what post?” asked Ron as he stared dumbly at Luna’s breasts. Harry imagined that Ron had a bit a drool hanging from his mouth at the time. Harry had to imagine because he too was staring at Luna’s cleavage as well.
“The post on your owl,” clarified Luna.
“W-w-what owl?” asked a distracted Ron.
“They’re huge,” Harry heard Hermione mutter. Apparently, she was just as enthralled as he was.
“The owl between my titties,” Luna further pointed out.
“Oh,” mutter Ron, and reached for his sleeping owl. On the first attempt, Ron completely missed the owl and wedged his hand in Luna’s cleavage. He made no effort to remove his hand and left it there for a good ten seconds before he muttered, “Sorry ’bout that,” in an insincere tone. Luna giggled – and jiggled – as Ron removed his hand and tried to grab his owl. Again Ron missed his target and wedged his hand in-between her boobs – and again, Luna giggled. Harry wondered if Ron’s actions were accidental or intentional. The third time Ron “missed” Pig, Harry’s suspicion was confirmed.
“Um, Luna,” began Hermione. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione was looking directly at Luna’s chest. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where the hell did those come from?” she asked and pointed a finger at Luna’s orbs.
“Puberty,” Luna answered simply, while Ron uttered another/ “oops” /when he “missed” Pig again. In her traditional sing-song voice, Luna explained; “My mother was similarly endowed, and my father often told me how much it vexed her when people assumed that since she had large breasts, she couldn’t possibly be intelligent.” Luna continued to speak in a tone that conveyed the idea that it was an everyday occurrence to have Ron fondle her breasts in front of two people while a tiny owl slept in her cleavage. “Simply because my mother was blonde and had very large boobs, people thought that she was dim; which wasn’t the case at all. So to avoid the same problems that plagued my mother, I merely hid my size with various Glamour Charms once I started to develop.
“I wanted people to listen to what I say and not focus on my breast,” stated Luna… well at least Harry thought that is what she said. At that time, he was pretty much focused on her expansive cleavage. Yes, Harry did prefer Hermione’s boobs. But Harry was a man, and men tend to be entranced by any set of breasts; large or small. Boobs are boobs and men like them… a lot.
Luna cooed as she scooped the little owl out from its nesting area of her tits and plucked the post off of his leg. After she retrieved the scroll, she placed the sleeping bird back where she had picked him up. Pig appeared to snuggle into a more comfortable position in her cleavage.
“You can remove your hand now, Ronald,” Luna requested in her dreamy voice. “But mind that you don’t bother Pigwidgeon, he’s sleeping.”
Ron dejectedly slid his hand out from his new girlfriend’s cleavage and Luna unrolled the scroll and began to read aloud.
“Dearest Ron,
Your sister and I have had a few… conversations over the past few days and I have finally made her see the errors of her actions. Normally, her behavior would merit stern punishment, but her sixteenth birthday is near. And after all, a witch only has one sixteenth birthday.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to convince your sister to grow up and accept that Harry has moved on. More importantly, she has come to realize that her behavior and actions were unacceptable. To this end, Ginny has given me an Unbreakable Vow stating that she will not make any more advances on Harry or try to disrupt his current relationship. Would you please extend an invitation to Harry and Hermione to come to Ginny’s birthday party? All the family as well as a number of friends will be here.
Sadly, neither Remus nor Tonks will be able to attend. Tonks will be on patrol and unfortunately, Ginny’s birthday falls on a full moon this year.
I hope to see you and your friends on the eleventh.
Love
Mum
PS do buy your sister something nice, she’s had a rough few days.”
/ /”Luna, would you like to come?” Ron asked his girlfriend.
“Yes,” Luna smiled, “as often as possible, please.”
“How about you two?” Ron asked turning to Harry and Hermione (apparently Luna’s joke went over his head).
Harry was hesitant at the idea of attending Gin-Gin the Erection Killer’s birthday party. However, she had given her mother an Unbreakable Vow and if Ginny went against that Vow, she would die. Harry figured that he could get to spend some time with a family that he loved and Ginny would have to behave herself. If she didn’t, she’d die. So, either way, it looked like it was going to be a good day for him.
“We’d love to,” Hermione answered for the two of them. Harry wondered if Hermione had come to the same conclusion as he had.
“Fantastic,” Ron heralded. “Let me just send a note back to mum.”
Ron snatched Pig from his resting place between Luna’s boobs. The tiny owl hooted in protest as Ron scribbled a quick note and attached it to Pig’s leg. Before flying back up the chimney, Pigwidgeon looked forlornly at Luna’s immense breasts and hooted sadly.
“So, what do we do for the rest of the day?” Ron asked while blatantly looking down Luna’s top. It was obvious to everyone what Ron wanted to do for the rest of the day… perhaps in the nearest broom cupboard.
“We can discuss the Horcruxes,” Luna suggested and Ron’s shoulder’s slumped. “Maybe a fresh insight would help?”
“Actually, that’s a good idea,” admitted Hermione. She gave a naughty smile to Ron and added; “And it’s something you’ll enjoy, Ron.”
As the four friends made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione told Luna and Ron about the han… the ritual that would locate hidden or missing items. Luna was genuinely intrigued by the ritual and how it worked, whereas Ron was honestly fascinated by the hand-job. When they got to Ron and Harry’s room, Hermione handed Luna the ‘special book.’
/ /Luna thumbed through “The Magic of Making Love” while Ron looked over her shoulder. The blonde witch paused at a familiar page in the book and asked; “Whose foot is that by her ear?”
“This is the greatest book…” Ron breathed. “Ever!”
“Remember, you’ll have to focus on the Horcruxes. We need to know where the missing one is,” explained Harry.
“We’ll leave the two of you to it,” Hermione said wickedly, and led Harry back to the Common Room.
As the couple re-entered the Common Room, a sudden thought occurred to Harry. Now that Ron was happily paired up with Luna, Harry and Hermione’s relationship could move on to the next step; they could have sex. It was going to happen; he was going to make love to Hermione.
Harry had thought that when this moment came up that he would be eager and willing. But now that it was going to happen, he felt rather nervous and light headed. His hands shook and sweat beads popped up all over his face. Normally, Harry’s moods never affected ‘Harry, Jr.’/. His penis was always up and willing even if Harry was in a bad or apprehensive mood. However, /’Harry, Jr.’ was apparently so nervous about the idea of getting to play inside of Hermione’s womanhood that the poor thing hiked up its overcoat over its head and hid.
It was odd; if someone were to have asked him the day before if he was ready to make love to Hermione, he would’ve shouted to the heavens an impassioned “YES!” But the idea of actually doing it frightened him somehow.
Hermione must have caught on to Harry’s discomfort – more than likely because she was still holding his hand and it was sweating like mad. She cupped his face in her hands and said, “Don’t worry. We’re not going to do the other ritual right now.”
“W-w-we’re not?” Harry asked nervously.
“I was waiting to see if Ron and Luna liked each other before I even started making the potion,” she explained. She then added in an undertone; “And boy, do they like each other.”
“How… how long until the potion is ready?” Harry asked with dread. He was afraid that Hermione was going to say something along the lines of “two minutes” and in that moment, Harry was not ready to lose his virginity.
“Seven days,” stated Hermione.
A wave of relief washed over Harry. He relaxed and smiled at his girlfriend. Of course ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still hiding.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around,” Hermione said coyly.
‘Harry, Jr.’ threw off his overcoat and bounced into action.
“What did you have in mind?” Harry asked saucily.
“Well, I’ve only tasted you once to see if my experiment worked,” the naughty witch said as she rubbed herself against Harry’s rapidly hardening organ.
“How about while you’re doing your experiment, I give you a little…” Harry began and paused as he focused on an image of a snake in his mind. He finished by saying in Parseltongue; “… pleas-s-sure.”
He took Hermione’s hand and was about to lead her up to one of the other rooms when she pulled him back and pushed him onto the couch. “Wait, what about Luna and Ron? What if they walk in on us?”
“This coming from the bloke who ate me out right next to Ron last night,” she said playfully. “You weren’t so worried about Ron waking up and seeing us.”
“But that was different,” Harry argued weakly. “Ron was out cold; there was no way he was gonna wake up. And now Luna’s up there and neither one is asleep.”
“Harry, first they have to read how to do the ritual. Then they have to brew the potion,” Hermione began. “And judging by what those two did last night, they won’t be down for an hour. Once they’re done with that the ritual, they’ll probably be shagging like bunnies.”
“Hopefully, Ron’s aim has improved,” muttered Harry.
“Before we get started, let me clarify something,” Hermione slipped into her lecture mode. “You will not be doing that to me. To quote you: /’That’s a one-way exit on me, mister’/.” She finished her statement by slapping her own bottom.
“That’s fine by me,” agreed Harry.
While tenderly kissing his girlfriend, Harry began to slowly removed Hermione’s clothes as she removed his. Harry paused after lowering Hermione’s slacks. As he knelt in front of her, he stared directly into the eyes of “Hello Kitty.”
/ /”I like these so much,” Hermione said lustfully as she traced her fingers gently over the cartoon cat. “I had to ask Dobby to return them.”
“You’re such a naughty girl,” commented Harry as he saw that her knickers were damp.
“How naughty?” purred Hermione.
The raven-haired wizard had an idea as to how to show her how naughty she was. He turned his girlfriend around and guided her so that she was bent over the arm of the large couch. Hermione arched her back so that her round bum was shoved up into the air in anticipation. Harry caressed her bottom through the pink cotton of her “Hello Kitty” knickers before giving her a playful swat.
“Oh come on, I’ve been naughtier than that,” Hermione taunted.
A slap echoed off of the walls of the Common Room as Harry’s open palm smacked Hermione’s bottom.
“Ooh, that’s more like it,” Hermione moaned before biting her lower lip and sticking her bum out more for Harry.
Again, Harry slapped his girlfriend’s rear and Hermione groaned in pleasure. He entertained himself by watching her bum jiggle as he alternated slaps between her left and right cheek. After nearly a dozen hard spanks, Harry decided that it was enough.
Slowly, Harry removed Hermione’s special knickers. He was amazed at how red her bare flesh was. The heat coming off of her bum was intense as he marveled in the sensation. He massaged her tender and assaulted bottom causing Hermione to groan.
“Lick me now, Harry,” she growled throatily. Harry leaned down and pressed his mouth to her neither lips. Her wetness poured down his chin and her pleasant musky odor filled his nose. Harry unleashed his tongue and his magic into Hermione’s flower.
“Smack my bottom, Harry,” Hermione pleaded. As he continued to eat her out, Harry’s hand flew and smacked her arse. The brunette witch cried out and ground her moist lips against Harry’s talented mouth. “Again,” she implored, “do it again.”
Her bum jiggled against his face when he spanked her. Hermione cried out “Sweet baby Maeve!” as she orgasmed and erupted into Harry’s mouth. He lapped up her juices happily as she gushed over and over.
Harry stood over her proudly as she rolled over and sat up. Her body was flush and her eyes were dark with lust.
“Get out of those effing boxers right now!” she growled.
Harry couldn’t have possibly taken his undergarment off any faster. After he tossed his boxers aside, Hermione remove her bra and freed ‘Natasha’ and /’Carmella’/.
“Lay on the couch,” ordered Hermione. Harry quickly flopped down on the couch with ‘Harry, Jr.’ pointing straight up at the ceiling. Hermione crawled over him so that her flower was right over his eager lips.
What happened next was a game; one where each person would try to out-pleasure the other. Hermione slurped, sucked, bobbed, and hummed Harry’s special theme on his member, while Harry ravished her with his tongue, using both his Love and Parsletongue magics.
In a few minutes, Harry felt the pressure build up in his loins.
“Hermione… I’m gonna…” Harry began.
“Shut the hell up and get back to work!” Hermione commanded – at least that’s what Harry thought she said. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still in her mouth when she spoke, so it sounded more like “Suphz du helth oot und githe tou wurt!” But Harry got the general idea.
With a grunt as a warning, Harry came. He buried his face into Hermione’s flowing flower as she gulped up his load. She continued to swallow and suck his penis even after he was finished cumming. With a slurping noise from Hermione, a limp ‘Harry, Jr.’ flopped out of her mouth.
“Yeah, it’s working,” Hermione commented. Whether she was commenting on her experiment to adjust the taste of Harry’s seed or if she was referencing his cunnilingus technique, Harry didn’t know.
Harry continued to work his magic on Hermione’s flower and in a short amount of time; he felt her begin to tense up. She sat up on his face – which gave Harry a wonderfully close-up view of her still red bum – and ground her hips into him. In the heat of the moment, she dug her nails into his chest which caused Harry to growl in a combination of pleasure and pain. Of course, he growled right into her pussy which sent her over the edge.
Hermione’s muscles locked up and she bucked on top of him. Harry clamped down on her legs and hung on as he continued to eat her out. He swallowed her juices as she howled. After she climaxed, Hermione slumped on top of her boyfriend.
However, Harry had no intention of stopping there. He licked, suckled and nibbled at Hermione’s petals and bud. Hermione panted heavily as she rose up to sit on Harry’s face again. She thrashed around and groaned; Harry could tell that she wouldn’t last much longer this time around.
“I’ve found them all,” a voice that definitely didn’t belong to Hermione announced.
Hermione tensed up again but Harry knew that it wasn’t the “Oh, God I cumming!” sort of tense. But rather it was the “Oh, God, somebody is standing right next to us!” tense.
“I said ‘I’ve found them’,” the voice repeated. Harry wasn’t able to see – because his girlfriend was frozen in fear as she sat on his face (which was quite nice) – but he could tell from the sing-song tone that it was Luna, and that she was standing very close to them.
“I’ve found them,” Luna repeated yet again. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Harry could tell from her tone that Luna was waiting for some kind of response. Seeing that Hermione hadn’t moved or uttered a sound since Luna first spoke up; Harry answered.
“That’s great, Luna,” he stated flatly.
What Harry didn’t know was that he was still speaking in Parseltongue. And seeing that Hermione’s flower was still pressed up against his mouth, Harry used his magical language and spoke directly into Hermione’s womanhood.
“OH MERLIN!” screamed Hermione as she climaxed and flooded Harry’s mouth. “I’M CUMMING!”
Bucking wildly, Hermione uncontrollably fell off of Harry and crashed to the floor next to the couch. Hermione continued to spasm and moan, riding out her orgasm.
Finally able to see, Harry stared gob smacked at a very topless Luna standing no less than three feet from him. Even though he wasn’t wearing his glasses, Harry could see clearly enough to tell that the only thing Luna was wearing was a set of light purple panties… and a smile. Harry noted that her left eye appeared to be red and puffy. It would seem that Ron’s aim was just as bad as his.
“I’ve found every single one of them!” heralded Luna, as if it was perfectly normal to be standing nearly nude in front of a messy faced and naked Harry as an equally naked and thrashing Hermione as she continued to convulse through her orgasm on the ground. “I know where all of them are located!”
“That’s great,” Harry said. If this would have happened a few weeks ago, he would’ve been scrabbling to find something to cover his nakedness. But seeing that almost everyone he knew had seen him naked, he just lay there. He wondered idly if he was slowly turning into a nudist or exhibitionist. “So where’s the missing one?” he asked as a very gratified ‘Harry, Jr.’ slept in the open air.
“Oh, there’s so many more than just one,” Luna announced happily. “There’s a few dozen in Sweden.”
“D-d-d-dozens?” Hermione uttered as her orgasm finally subsided and she was able to sit up.
“Yes, in Sweden,” Luna said with a little bounce – a bounce which caused her huge tits to jiggle. “And scores more of them are in Spain; at least a hundred!”
“M-m-m-more?” Harry groaned. Voldemort had created over a hundred Horcruxes. Harry’s heart sank at the realization that the hunt for Voldemort’s Horcruxes was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
To Be Continued

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Chapter 22
I stayed on the sofa composing myself for a few minutes, pulled my clothing back on and headed for the shower again. After a nice long shower, I walked back down the hall and heard the shower on in the second bathroom. I walked into the great room, but it was empty. I figured both ladies were in the shower at once, so I headed back to my bedroom. I pulled back the comforter and sheets and slipped into bed. I was laying there with my eyes closed when I felt someone climb in next to me. I looked over and both Jen and Tiff had gotten into bed with me. Jen leaned over, close to my ear, reaching for my cock.
“I hope you’re not done with us.”, she whispered softly.
I have to say that sex with two women at once was probably the most erotic and intense sexual situation, I had ever been in. But, as good as it was, I felt somewhat strange. I’m not sure if it was guilt I felt for fucking Tiff in front of Jen. Or perhaps, it was watching Jen enjoy herself with Tiffany. I couldn’t decide what exactly was wrong, but it definitely bothered me. I knew I was falling in love with Jen and somehow this, perhaps tarnished what I was feeling. By the time I had finished showering I felt guilty as hell. I turned slightly to face Jen.
“You sure about this sweetie ?”, I asked.
“Yes, why is something wrong ?”, she replied.
“No, I’m just asking.”, I responded, “I just don’t want us to be awkward with each other after tonight.”
“Everything will be fine.”, she answered.
Jen leaned over me and put her mouth on mine kissing me softly. I pulled her close to me, responding to her lips with mine. She slid her tongue between my lips and reached for mine. I felt Tiffany moving in the bed and soon she was between my legs, both hands on my cock. Jen released me and continued kissing me, as Tiffany warm wet mouth surrounded my cock. In no time, she had me rock hard again, as she softly licked and sucked my cock back to life. The feeling of her small mouth was incredible, almost mesmerizing, she really knew how to please a man. At that time I really wondered why she had no boyfriend. Strange thing to think while your in bed with two women, but it crossed my mine. I knew this time, I would be able to last longer, so I was not concerned. Jen’s lips left mine, slowly moving down my body, until I felt a second mouth on my cock. I looked down and both ladies had my cock trapped between their mouth’s, moving up and down my shaft. The feeling was indescribable to say the least. They continued for a few moments, then Tiffany leaned over to kiss Jen. Their lips met in a very sensual kiss, their tongue’s probing in and out of each other’s mouth.
Jen broke the kiss, smiling at her friend, reached over and took her hand. She guided Tiffany on her back, laying the tiny woman next to me. She slowly lowered herself down Tiff’s body, until her lips met Tiff’s small, tight pussy. Tiff arched her back in appreciation as Jen’s tongue entered her. Tiff reached up and pulled my face to hers, kissing me firmly on the lips. Her tongue quickly separated my lips and plunged into my mouth. I reached over and softly began to stroke her breasts, every now and then gently squeezing one. By this time Jen’s tongue was having quite the effect on her friend. I could tell Tiff was close. I pulled away from her and looked down at Jen to see that she was alternately licking and sucking Tiff’s clit with her lips and tongue. She was completely oblivious to anything else going on around her. As I watched her, I have to say, I felt a twinge of jealously. I don’t know if I was thinking she was too much into this or what it was. I didn’t have time to really dwell on it because Tiff erupted in orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Jen, dammit.”, Tiff screamed.
Tiff’s hips came up off the bed pressing into Jen’s mouth. Jen reached under her, grabbing her ass with both hand’s and pulling her tightly into her lips. Tiff bucked and squirmed against Jen’s mouth continuing to moan in a very loud tone. It took maybe twenty seconds before Tiffany, pushed Jen’s mouth off of her pussy.
“Geez girl, stop for a second, it tickles.”, she giggled.
Jen lifted her face from between her friends legs and I could see it was completely coated in Tiff’s cum. Jen ran her tongue along her lips tasting what was left of her friend’s orgasm. Tiff sat up and pulled Jen close to her kissing her deeply. I could see Tiff’s tongue licking Jen’s lips, tasting her own cum at the same time. They kissed for quite some time until Tiff, turned over and rolled Jen onto her back. She grabbed my hand pulling me towards Jen.
“Fuck her pussy Jeff, make her cum.”, Tiff said in a husky voice.
I climbed between Jen’s legs and guided my cock into her dripping wet slit. I slid in as easy as a knife cuts warm butter. Never have I been inside Jen when she was this wet. I started to move in and out of her in a slow but steady pace, making sure I pressed hard against her mound on the down stroke. Tiff moved from behind me, and got on one side of Jen. She lowered her mouth to Jen’s pussy, using two fingers to open her up and expose her clit. Tiff then extended her tongue and began to flick Jen’s clit as my cock pumped in and out of her. It took maybe a half of minute and Jen erupted in a violent orgasm. I buried my cock deep into her pussy and pressed as hard as I could. Her body convulsed and I felt the walls of her pussy contracting against my cock. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body, filling her pussy with fluids, which now had begun to leak down her ass.
Tiff moved her mouth off of Jen’s clit and looked up at me.
“Fuck her Jeff, fuck that pussy till you cum.”, she urged.
I began to pump my cock into Jen’s soaked pussy. Jen was exhausted, her eyes closed, coming off of a mind numbing orgasm. It did not take long for me to feel my balls tighten up and move up into my body. I knew I was going to cum soon. Tiff got up, and pressed her lips to mine in a very hungry kiss driving her tongue into my mouth. She probed it for a few seconds, then broke the kiss, staring into my eyes.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, when you’re ready pull out.”, she whispered.
She leaned back down intently watching my cock piston in and out of her best friends pussy. It took only a few seconds for me to lose control. I reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled out of Jen’s pussy. Before Tiff could get my cock completely in her mouth, the first stream of cum shot out coating her lips, dripping down onto Jen’s stomach. The second spurt hit the back of Tiff’s throat as she swallowed with quick motion. She moved her lips up to the end of my cock and began to lick the head as cum continued to pour out, falling all over Jen. Tiff reached up and grabbed my cock in her hand and began to pump it rapidly, milking what was left of my cum into her mouth. The orgasm was intense, leaving my thigh’s trembling trying to support my weight. Finally I had to push away, sitting down for a second, to catch my breathe.
I looked at Jen who was now fingering her pussy intensely. Tiff was leaning over her, licking my cum off of Jen’s stomach. Tiff’s hand was buried in her own pussy as well, frantically rubbing herself. When Tiff had completely cleaned Jen of all of my cum, she moved up and pressed her lips to her friend’s mouth. It took only a few seconds and once again Jen’s body began to shake and tremble in another orgasm. Tiff followed her quickly and she began to spasm on her own finger’s as she drove her tongue into Jen’s mouth. They shook and moaned together as the orgasm’s subsided and their breathing became more normal. They finally broke their kiss and Tiff looked at Jen.
“I think we need another shower.”, she giggled.
The ladies got out of the bed and went into the master bathroom, turning on the shower, grabbing two towels. I watched them step into the shower and close the glass door. Through the door, I could see the ladies soaping each other lovingly, enjoying the hot water and each other. I saw Tiff lean in and kiss Jen, pulling her close. The kiss lasted a very long time and I remember once again feeling very jealous. As they broke the kiss, I saw Tiff slide down Jen’s body until she was kneeling in front of her friend. I watch Tiff take Jen’s pussy in her mouth again and begin to pleasure her. I am not sure what happened after that, as I must have fallen asleep.
I opened my eyes quickly sensing something was not normal. The room was pitch black and my eyes struggled to adjust to the blackness. I heard faint sounds from over my shoulder, not quite sure of what they were. It took a second for me to realize what had happened and remember that I was not alone in the bed. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, I heard Jen’s soft voice behind my back.
“I love you.”, she whispered.
I swallowed hard, closed my eye’s as a warm feeling swept across my body. Finally, the words I had been waiting to hear, it was real. I opened my eyes, but before I could roll over to face her, acknowledge those same feelings to her, the silence was broken.
“I love you too Jen.”, Tiff replied in a soft sensual voice, “I love you so much it hurts.”
I froze, holding my breathe not wanting either of them to know I was awake. I laid there perfectly still, not moving a muscle. My stomach suddenly felt in was in an elevator going down, giving me an uneasy feeling. Was this simply a result of what had happened tonight or was it something more ? I once again heard noises and it took a few seconds for me to realize they were kissing each other again. I had no clue as to what to do, so I just laid there, motionless. For the next half hour I guess, I listen to these two beautiful women eat each other pussy’s to orgasm, all the while expressing their feelings to each other. I felt horrible. All Jen and I had shared and not once had she ever expressed her love for me. Of course, I had never uttered those words to her either, but still it hurt like hell. I’m not sure how long I laid there before I fell back to sleep, it seemed like an eternity.
I opened my eyes, to light flooding the room, blinking quickly to dull the absorption. I looked at the clock on the night stand, it was nine -twenty in the morning. I rolled over and saw I was alone in bed. I slowly got up and headed into the main part of the house. I entered the great room, but it was empty as well. I walked into the kitchen to see Jen and Tiff sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Hey sleepy head, good morning.”, Jen said, “How did you sleep ?”
“Good, I guess.”, I replied lying to them, “Was I asleep when you got out of the shower ?”
“Yea, you were.”, Jen replied, “We fell asleep right way as well, we were exhausted.”
This was the first time Jen had ever been untruthful to me, at least that I knew of. Maybe I was reading more into this then I should be. After all, how many guys actually complain when their wife or girlfriend wants a three way. Most guys dream of it their entire life, never ever getting to experience it for themselves. I decided to down play the entire night and just see where we went from here. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with them.
The rest of the day was really uneventful, just relaxing, watching TV. Then was no more physical contact between any of us, which I found kind of surprising after what we had shared the night before. Late that afternoon, Tiffany called her neighbor, who informed her that the gas line had just been repaired and the building was back to normal. I went to the back changed into jeans and a shirt, loaded Tiff’s bag in the trunk and we all left to bring Tiff home.
We dropped Tiff off at her building about thirty minutes later. I open the trunk, grabbed her bag and handed it to her. She kissed me quickly on the lips and thanked me for being so nice. She waved to Jen telling her she would see her in the morning at work. I got back in the car and pulled out heading for Jen’s. We drove for about five minutes in silence, the mood was very awkward.
“So, you have a busy week ahead ?”, I finally asked Jen.
“Yea, it going to be a killer. Not looking forward to it.”, she replied.
She went on to tell me she was opening a new case Monday, in addition to having one not yet conclude, then she had to prep for two more. We agreed to try and talk as much as we could by phone during the week. I pulled up to Jen’s and parked in the lot. I got out and walked around to open her door. She got out and put her arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips.
“Thank you for being you.”, she said softly.
I struggled to find words. I wanted to say it, the words choked in my throat. My mind was demanding that my lips tell her “I Love You”, but somehow the words did not come out. She once again, told me she would call me soon, turned and entered her building. I got in the car, pulled out the lot and fought every urge I had to pick up the cell phone and call her right way. As great as the sex had been last night, emotionally I felt destroyed. I had no way of processing just what had happened and how it all affected Jen and I. I arrived home, pulled in the drive and went in. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered and got into bed. In the dark, I laid there just thinking, trying to make sense of it all. One thing was for sure, I was sure I did not want to share Jen again with anyone. I knew that perhaps was very selfish on my part, but it’s how I felt. I close my eye’s and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 23
The work week started much as any other, cleaning up the previous week’s mess. Soon it was mid-week and I had still not heard from Jen. I called her office, Tiffany answered telling me she was in a meeting and was really busy. I left a message for Jen to call me when she got a chance. Later that night, Jen called me at home. She told me she had just gotten home after a long day in court. She did sound tired, so I decided to cut it short. I told her I would call her Friday to see about the weekend. I told her, I wanted to take her somewhere special, just the two of us. She replied that sounded good to her and we would talk later.
I had no sooner hung the phone , when it rang again. I grabbed it quickly, thinking Jen may have changed her mind. It was Beth.
“Hey Jeff, how are you ?”, she said softly.
“I’m ok Beth, what’s up with you ?”, I replied.
“Jeff, I need to talk to you. Just you and I, one on one, no interruptions.”, she stated.
I started to make excuses, the last thing I needed right now was more drama in my life. I added that things were really crazy right now and I might not be the best person for her to confide in.
“Please Jeff, if you care for me at all, do this, please.”, she pleaded.
What could I say, I was trapped. After all she was family, and really we had to get this settled. I agreed that we would meet the following Friday night at my house. It was over a week away and I had a plan. I was going to tell Jen that I loved her, that I wanted us to be a permanent thing, whatever that took. That would take care of both situations and by the time I met Beth next week, Jen and I would be a couple for good.
The weekend arrived quickly and I was so looking forward to meeting with Jennifer. I called her Friday night but she was still at work. She told me she would be getting home at about nine o’clock, if all went well. I asked her if she had eaten, offering to bring her dinner. She told me she would fix a frozen dinner when she got home, she didn’t have time to eat. She told me she was staying late tonight to avoid going in on Saturday. She promised she would call me in the morning as soon as she got up.
I hung up the phone and looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. I thought to myself, if Jen got home at nine o’clock and was off tomorrow, why not grab a late dinner and surprise her ? I jumped up, showered and dressed. I called in a take out order at one of Jen’s favorite sandwich shops, deciding to surprise her. I picked up the order and drove to Jen’s condo arriving there about quarter till nine. I saw Jen’s parking spot was still empty, she had not arrived yet. I sat in the parking lot for about an hour waiting for her. At a little after ten o’clock, I started up the car and pulled out of the lot. As I did, I suddenly got a feeling, and turned the other way. As I drove in the other direction, I really hoped I was wrong. A few minutes later, as I pulled into Tiff’s parking lot, my heart sank. Jen’s car was parked next to Tiff’s, they were together. I turned the car off and thought for a moment, not sure of what to do. After a few moments, I reached down, started the car and pulled out, heading home.
I woke the next morning to a dull, overcast sky threatening rain. I waited a few hours and called Jen to try to make plans for later. She answered in a sleepy voice. I asked her how her night went, did she get her work done ? She told me yes, she had finished and gotten home about nine thirty and went straight to bed. I didn’t let on I knew better, I was going to wait till tonight to lay all my cards on the table. We made plans to go to a nice restaurant that night and enjoy a quiet evening.
I picked Jen up about seven and we drove to the restaurant. All day long I had been trying to come up with my “speech” so to speak. How to say it, when to say it. I had rewritten it in my head a thousand times, I would probably do so a few more before I got it out.
I asked the hostess to seat us in a quiet booth so we would not be distracted by patrons coming and going. She seated us near the rear of the restaurant, in a very private booth. We both slid in across from each other and picked up our menu’s. A few moments passed, and our waiter approached. He took our orders, picked up the menu’s and told us it would be about twenty minutes for our food to arrive. Perfect, it’s now or never.
“Jen, there’s something I have been meaning to talk to you about.”, I said softly, reaching over and touching her hand.
“Yea, me too.”, she replied looking into my eyes.
“Oh, well, you want to go first ?”, I asked, surprised.
“No, you go ahead Jeff.”, she answered.
I thought one last time, making sure I knew what I was going to say.
“Jen, these past few month’s I have spent with you have been special. After I lost Susan, I thought that part of my life was over. But then you came along and things got a lot better.”, I started.
“I have been wanting to tell you something now for over a month, but never could find the right time, or the right words.”, I continued.
“Jen, I think I am in love with you. I would really like for us to be a permanent thing in each other’s lives, if you feel the same way.”, I ended.
It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I looked at Jen trying to get an idea of her reaction to the words I had just spoken. She had brought her hands up to her face and I could see water filling her eyes as she looked down at her napkin. I knew with Susan, crying at an emotional moment was usually a good thing. It seemed like forever before Jen lowered her hands to speak.
“Jeff, I don’t know what to say, I’m trying to think.”, she replied.
Well that was not the reaction I was hoping for, but sometimes ladies take the long road to get where they are going. I squeezed her hand gently, as I watched a tear roll down her cheek.
“Jen, did I say something wrong ?”, I asked, “If I did, I am sorry.”
“No Jeff, you did not say anything wrong, it’s not that.”, she answered.
“It’s ok Jen, just tell me how you feel, I will understand.”, I promised.
She swallowed hard looking down again at her napkin, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that I loved to look into.
“Jeff, I am in love too.”, she said softly.
Once again, I squeezed her hand softly and smiled at her. I felt a warm feeling spreading over me as I waited for more.
“Jeff, I’m so sorry, I have fallen in love with Tiffany.”, she said between sobs.
She must have felt my hand relax on hers, as the news hit me like a heavyweight fighters punch to the stomach. I think she saw the sadness wash over my face, my shoulders sag to the weight of her words.
“Jeff, I am so sorry, you deserve so much more. I never meant this to happen. It just did.”, she said softly.
There was just silence as I saw the waiter approaching with our order. He set our food down in front of us, ask us if we needed anything else. I simply shook my head no, he turned and walked away.
“Jen, its ok, I understand, love is a strange thing, it just happens.” I started, “But can I ask you something ?”
“Of course you can.”, she answered.
“When did you realize you were in love with Tiffany ?”, I asked, “Was it the first night we were all together at my house ?”
“No Jeff, it was before that.”, she answered. “That was just the first time Tiffany and I had any physical contact. The sparks have been there for a long time. We just both knew it for sure that night.”
“Yes, I know. I heard you tell Tiff you loved her that night in bed.”, I replied.
Jen reached up with her hands covering her face in horror.
“Oh My God, you heard us Jeff ? I am so sorry, I feel terrible.”, she replied.
She went on to explain that she had a crush on Tiffany almost as soon as the small woman began working for her. At the time Tiffany had a boyfriend, so Jen did not give a thought. Then she met me and she thought maybe she was wrong. But her feelings proved to be too strong. She kept apologizing to me over and over.
“Jen, it’s ok sweetie. I understand, just be happy. That’s all that matters in life.”
We quietly finished dinner and made our exit to the parking lot. I knew that we both felt terrible, so continuing the night made absolutely no sense for either of us. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Jen’s. She realized where we were going and said nothing. As I pulled into her space, the silence in the car was deafening. I reached over and took her soft hand in mine.
“It’s ok Jen, really. I hope you are happy. I care a lot about you, I want that for you.”, I told her.
“Jeff, please stay here for a moment. I will be right back.”, she asked climbing out quickly.
She went into the building and was gone maybe five minutes when she re-emerged with Tiffany at her side. I looked around, I did not see Tiffany’s car anywhere. They both walked up to the driver’s side window and Jen motioned for me to step out, which I did. Jen reached up and put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest sobbing.
“Jen, told me what happened Jeff. You’re quite a man.”, Tiff said softly.
“Not really Tiff. But I want her to be happy. Life is too short to be anything other. I know from experience.”, I replied.
As soon as Jen released me, Tiff came over and gave me her own hug and kissed my neck. She broke away and looked up at me.
“Jeff, we talked for a minute before we came down. Would you spend the night with us here. Let us be as kind to you, as you were to us tonight. We both want to do this for you. Please.”, she asked.
I have to say, I seriously thought about it for a moment. Another night of wild passionate sex with two gorgeous women who were solely intent on my pleasure. But no matter how great that sounded, it would not help any of us.
“Thank you so much. But I think I will leave you two alone.”, I replied.
“You sure Jeff ?”, Jennifer asked.
Yea, I’m sure.”
I wished the two of them goodnight, but made sure they understood to keep in touch with me. I still wanted Jennifer to know, I was there as a friend if she would need one. I got into my car and took a very long and lonely ride home.
I dreaded Mondays, but this one was really bad. I was starting a week with absolutely nothing to look forward to, this weekend, I would not spend with Jennifer. I trudged through the day at work, several people asking me if I was alright. I guess you could tell, I was somewhat not my normal self. On the ride home my cell phone rang, I looked at the number, saw it was Jen. I answered quickly. She told me she just called to make sure I was ok, once again telling me how badly she felt about what had happened. I reassured her as best I could, once again wishing her happiness. Then she brought up something I had not thought of. How was she going to explain this to her parents, and my mother in law ? She confided in me she really was not prepared to tell her parents she was in love with another woman. We discussed it for a few moments, after which I told Jen to tell everyone, I was the one who decided that we stop seeing each other so much. That I was just not ready and I still missed Susan too much to get serious with anyone. Jennifer replied that would not be fair of me to take the blame, when it was her fault this happened. I assured her this was the only way we could explain it, but not let on about her relationship with Tiffany. After some thought, we agreed.
It was mid-week when I got the call I had been expecting. It was my mother-in-law. After a brief hello, she got right to the point.
“Jeff, what happened with you and Jennifer ?”, she asked, “She told her mother your not seeing each other anymore.”
“Yea Mom, that’s true.”, I replied, “I just wasn’t ready.”
“That’s not true Jeff. I know better, just what happened ? Jen’s mother is really upset, she really likes you.”, she demanded.
I didn’t know what to say and not give Jen away which I had no intention of doing.
“Mom, it’s me, I still miss Susan. No one can replace her.”, I lied.
“Jeff, I will find out what happened, so you might as well tell me.”, she continued.
“Mom, that’s all there is. I’m sorry, I really care for Jen, I wish it would have worked out.”, I answered.
“I know you care for her, that’s why I know something more happened.”, she stated.
I thanked my mother-in-law for her concern, but again told her I had made the decision to break it off with Jen. We talked for a few more seconds then hung up. I got home, took a shower and dropped into my chair to watch TV. About an hour later Jennifer called and told me her mother had just gotten off the phone with her. She told me her mom had grilled her for over an hour about what had happened. I told Jen the conversation I had with my mother-in-law as well. Jen was scared that they would discover what was going on before she would be ready to tell them. I reassured her I would stick to my story and not let her down. She thanked me and we hung up. How in the hell, did all of this get to this point, I thought.
Beth called me at the office on Friday morning to make sure we were still on for later that night. I assured her I would be home and had nothing to do. She told me she would be there about seven, as Lance was leaving town for a long weekend of golfing in another state. I told her that would be fine. During the day, I gave it a lot of thought and decided since I was already feeling pretty low, I would put my relationship with Beth to rest as well. It was time to end it all.
I got home around six in the evening, jumped in the shower, got out and ordered a pizza. I had just sat down to eat, when the doorbell rang. I got up, answered the door, it was Beth. She stepped in, I closed the door behind her. We entered the great room.
“Want some pizza Beth ?”, I asked.
“Sounds good“, she said with a smile.
I went into the kitchen, got Beth a plate and a glass of iced tea and returned. We sat and ate, making small talk, both knowing what was to come.
“You seeing Jennifer this weekend ?”, Beth asked.
“No, I’m not.”, I answered, “We aren’t seeing each other right now.”
“What ?”, Beth exclaimed, “Jeff, what happened?”
I gave her the same lame duck excuse I gave her mother earlier in the week. Beth took it as well as my mother-in-law had, she knew better, but didn’t know how to get it out of me. I quickly changed the subject.
“So Beth, what did you want to talk about ?”, I asked.
“Jeff, I have decided what I want in life. I can’t be real explicit yet, but I wanted to tell you a few things.”, she said.
“I’m not sure you really trust me anymore, but I need to say this. I still have feelings for you. Not a day passes that your not in my mind. I want you to know that.”, she continued.
“I know I handled this whole thing badly and I am very sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what the future holds for me but I know I have a future. And very soon, it will be a reality.”, she ended.
For the second time in as many weeks, I had no idea what to say. I had no clue what she was talking about, or even much less how it pertained to me.
“Well Beth, I hope it all works out for you. I want you to be happy.” I answered.
I had been saying that a lot lately. I wanted everyone to be happy. But it seemed nothing was working out the way I intended it to. We talked for a while, then Beth got up, thanked me for listening and head for the door. She kissed me briefly, thanked me and told me she would call me soon.
Several weeks passed by and I heard nothing from anyone. I was falling back into my normal routine before all of this mess had started and was beginning to get comfortable. I was on the way home from work and passed in front of Beth’s. There was a U-Haul Truck in the drive way with the tail gate down. As I slowed down, I saw Lance walk down the ramp. He waved and motioned for me to stop. I lowered the window as he walked up.
“Hey brother-in-law.”, he said with a smile.
“Hey, Lance. What’s up ?”, I asked.
“Aw, nothing much. Beth kicked me out for good this time.”, he laughed.
“Oh man, I am sorry to hear that. What happened ?”, I inquired.
“Heck, I don’t know. I was being good this time. But I don’t blame her, she deserves way better then me. It’s been coming for a long time. We will both be happier doing our own thing.”, he answered.
He went on to tell me that they were drawing up final papers to sign and he would be leaving the state to move back closer to his family. He shook my hand and wished me well, saying he would keep in touch.
I drove home and pulled into the drive. I have said before, life can be cruel and relentless. Every time you think your one up, it has a way of beating you down. I was just so tired of thinking about everything and everyone, I was exhausted.
Over the next several weeks, life was almost normal. I had my routine down pat again and was beginning to feel like my old self. I had not heard from Jen in over a month, I hoped she was doing ok, but really did not want to call. I did not want her to think of me as a long lost puppy begging for a home. The holidays were right around the corner again, another year had passed.
I started Christmas shopping early in December and was finished the week before. I agreed to Christmas Dinner at my mother-in-law’s as usual and planned on spending the rest of the holidays relaxing. It was very cold out this year, very unusual for New Orleans. Three days before Christmas, I got a call from Beth.
“Hey Jeff, what’s up ?”, she said in a cheerful voice.
“Not much Beth, how are you ?”, I asked.
“I’m doing great, thanks.”, she replied.
We went on to talk about the upcoming holidays and what our plans were. She told me she was going to her mom’s for dinner as well, she would see me there. She asked if I would be interested in spending Christmas Evening with her for supper and dessert after leaving her Mom’s. I told her, I really wasn’t up for anything more, that I wanted to spend the rest of the holidays just relaxing. She persisted that I go, she wanted to take me out and thank me for being a good friend to her during her troubles with Lance. I told her , we would see how dinner went and go from there.
I arrived at my in-laws early for dinner, giving out presents and helping my mother-in-law in the kitchen. Mom told me she had invited Jennifer again this year, but she declined saying she had other plans. I was relieved, it would have been sad to see Jennifer in a lot of ways. About an hour later Beth arrived, and entered from the rear kitchen door. She looked absolutely stunning. She had on a very short red skirt, white pull over sweater and knee high suede boots. My father in law sprung up from his chair.
“How’s my baby girl ?”, he shouted, grabbing Beth around the waist and squeezing her.
“I’m great Daddy, I love you.”, she exclaimed.
You could see the old man eyes tear up. Since he had lost Susan, he had become so close to Beth. She was all he had, his only baby girl. Beth kissed her mom and moved over to me. She leaned over to kiss my cheek, and as she did whispered in my ear.
“Merry Christmas Jeff, I love you.”, she said in a very low voice.
She turned very quickly and hugged her father again and followed him into the den. We all ate dinner together and really enjoyed the day. Everyone was in a good mood, the food was great. About four o’clock, we helped mom, clean up and put everything away. We had coffee in the den and about an hour later, I was ready to go. I thanked everyone for a nice dinner, grabbed my coat and headed outside. Beth followed me quickly and soon caught up.
“I will call you in about an hour. Be ready.”, she demanded.
I got home, took a long hot shower and dressed casually for dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. I heard the door open and Beth yell out.
“You ready ?”
“Yes, be right there.”, I called back.
Beth told me she wanted to drive, so I climbed into her SUV, it would be nice not to drive. I reached for the seat belt, I saw Beth look over and giggle.
“What’s so funny ?”, I asked.
“Nothing”, she answered with a laugh.
We backed out of my drive, and pulled off. We drove around the corner and pulled into her drive way.
“We’re here.”, she laughed.
“Here ?”, I asked, “I thought we were having dinner ?”
“We are. Come on.”, she said, jumping out.
She unlocked her front door and we went in. Beth’s house was not quite as big as mine, but it was every bit just as nice. The layout was very different though. Beth’s master bedroom was in the front of the home, mine was in the rear. Her bedroom door, was immediately off of the foyer when you walked in. She also had a formal dining room, which I did not have. As she walked through the kitchen, I could smell something very good was cooking. She led me to the dining room where the lights had been dimmed, three candles were lit on the table.
“Isn’t this better then a noisy restaurant ?”, she asked.
“It’s very nice Beth.”, I replied, sensing the amount of work she must have put into this.
She pulled my chair out holding it for me, sort of laughing, this was something I always did. She slid the chair under me and bounced off to the kitchen. She returned shortly, carrying a large white casserole with a top on it. She set it down and scurried off to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee.
“I had mom make your favorite.”, she said, lifting the top off the casserole.
I knew instantly by the smell, it was homemade Bread Pudding, and it was my favorite dessert. She grabbed a bowl and spooned out a large serving for me, poured me a cup of coffee. She made some for herself and sat down next to me.
“This is a nice surprise Beth.”, I said thanking her.
“Don’t thank me, you better call mom, she made it for you.”, she replied.
“She knew it was for me ? She knew we were getting together for dinner ?”, I asked
“Yea, she did, I told her.”, she answered.
She went on to tell me that Mom had been worried about me lately. I had once again shut myself off from most of the world, staying home a lot, not going out. I have to admit, it was nice, the bread pudding was warm, the coffee was hot, but it was cold outside, really cold below forty degrees. And for New Orleans, that is cold. We finished eating, put the dishes in the sink and moved into the den. Beth had a fire going and that was the only light in the room. She sat next to me on the sofa, watching the flames jump off of the wood. I was think to myself, how did things get this crazy in one year’s time ?
“What are you thinking ?”, Beth asked.
“Nothing.”, I replied, “Things just don’t go like you think they should sometimes.”
“You miss Jennifer ?”, Beth asked.
“No, it’s not that.”, I answered.
“Susan ?”, Beth shot back.
“Yes, I still miss Susan sometimes. I think I always will.”, I responded sadly.
“I miss her too Jeff.” Beth replied, grabbing my hand in hers, “But she knows we still love her. She can see us, she is always with us.”
“Oh God, I hope not Beth. I am not proud of my self lately. I feel I have really let her down.”
“No, you haven’t let her down.”, she scolded, “Never say that to me again.”
We got quiet again as the only sound was the cracking of the wood in the fire. I glanced over at Beth, the fire was dancing in her eyes.
“Jeff, I want you to look at me.”, Beth demanded.
I turned and looked at my wife’s sister. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, she was beautiful. She reminded me a lot of Susan in so many ways. Physically they were much different, but they had so many of the same character traits, the smile, the laugh, the great sense of humor. I guess that’s why it was so easy to love Beth.
“I Love You. Really Love You. I know I messed things up by being indecisive, but I had to be sure. I know I hurt you and I probably lost you for good, but I have to tell you this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I am willing to go right now to my parents and tell them everything. Tell them I Love You and have for a long time now. If you get up and walk out, I understand, I will move on and I will try and make a life for myself. But I just had to tell you, its your choice. I Love you, I want you, I want to be with you, period. The choice is yours.”, she boldly stated.
“Ok, I’m done.”, she finished.
I just sat there stunned, looking into her eyes. Suddenly my mouth was as dry as the desert, my brain was not working. It seemed like an eternity passed.
“You heard me, I Love you.”, she stated. “It’s simple. Do you love me at all ?”
Again I just sat there stunned, not knowing what to say. Finally I gathered some wits.
“Yes Beth, you know I still love you. But……. “
“No but’s. No regrets. I messed up bad once Jeff, and maybe I lost you, but I need to know.”, she whispered.
“I turned my life upside down to make this possible. Not for you, for us. But you can walk away and nothing will change, I will still love you. You will always be family, I just want you to be more. I want to be loved, liked you loved my sister.”, she stated.
We sat there, holding hands, looking into the fire for a long time. I had a million thoughts running through my mind. I had fallen in love with Beth, what seemed like a very long time ago. Was it still there ? Could we spend the rest of our lives together and be happy ? So many questions, not enough answers. Am I supposed to make a life changing decision in the wink of an eye ?
I looked at the clock, it was almost eleven, Christmas was almost gone. I did not know what I was feeling nor could I attempt to express myself.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have your present here.”, she said jumping up, running to the stock that was pinned to the mantle of the fire place.
She reached in and carefully pulled a long white envelop from the stocking, turned and walked towards me. She handed me the envelop and told me she would leave me alone for a while. I looked at the envelop which was sealed, nothing on the outside. Beth left the room, and closed the door behind her. I reached under the flap and tore open the envelop, pulling out a single legal sized white sheet of paper that was hand lettered. I opened it up and immediately recognized the hand writing, it was Susan’s. I looked up and Beth was gone, the door was closed. I lowered my eyes back to the letter and started reading.
My Dearest Jeff,
If you are reading this letter, I have left you alone in this world, and for that my darling, I will be eternally sorry. We have fought a long and courageous battle, but in the end it was not meant to be. Please know, my love, without you by my side, I could not have walked these last few miles. You were my rock, my strength, you never gave up hope, you never let me give up. I fell asleep every night holding your hand, I awoke every morning, you were still there. Now as I approach the end of my life, I have no regrets, for I had you, even if it was not as long as we both hoped for . You showed me what true love was, for I know I was your entire world, as you were mine. Perhaps a love as strong as ours cannot endure forever, it is too strong, perhaps it burns itself out. But, if I would have a choice of a short life with you or grow to be a very old woman never knowing you, I would choose the fleeting moments we shared all over again.
I know I will close my eyes soon for the final time, my pain will be forever washed away. Please do not wrap yourself in grief and try to understand what has happened. I want you to, one day in the future, again have a happy life. Please do not let my death, be your own.
Please tell my parents, I love them and for what they have given me, I am so grateful. My mom is strong, but my Dad will take this very hard. Please tell him, he was the only other man in my life that I ever loved. You both made me the woman I am, and I love you both with all of my heart.
I am sorry but I do not have the strength to go on writing, I am so tired. I want to leave you with one last thought my love. For the rest of your life, when you are sad, lonely, hurting, or troubled, close your eyes and feel my loving arms wrapped around you. I will hold you close to me for all of eternity, even in death I will not forget you.
All My Love
Susan
By the time I finished reading the letter, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I pressed the letter to my chest and wrapped my arms around it. I bent over, closed my eyes and cried like an infant. I’m not sure how much time passed until I felt Beth’s hand stroking my hair. I looked up at her, wiping my eyes.
“I’m sorry, I must look like a fool.”, I said apologizing.
“No Jeff, you don’t. You’re the most thoughtful, caring man I know. Never be sorry for that.”, she replied.
“When did you get this letter ?”, I asked Beth. “How ?”
Beth went on to explain that in Susan’s last days, she had called her over to her bedside and handed it to her. Apparently Susan had asked me to go and ask the nurse for some pain medication so she could pass it without my knowledge. Susan had made Beth promise to wait and give me the letter when she felt I needed it most.
“After all that has happened this past year, I just thought now was the right time.”, Beth said.
“It was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten. Thank you Beth.”
Chapter 24
I stood up and pulled Beth close to me, holding her for a long time. As I released her, I kissed her and once again thanked her for a wonderful Christmas. I decided to walk home since it was only around the corner. I needed the cold air to clear my head. It was a very cold, clear night. As I walked home, I looked up at the stars and could not help but think of Susan. I smiled as my hand was holding the letter in my coat pocket, somehow I felt Susan was walking with me. I got home a few minutes later, locked up and got comfortable in my chair. I glanced and saw the message light blinking on the phone, I reached over and pressed the message key.
“Hey Jeff, this is Jen, just uh….wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know it’s not how either of us imagined it would be. I hope your ok, talk to you soon.”
One thing she was definitely right about, this is not how I pictured myself spending Christmas Day, alone. But somehow, I knew I wasn’t alone, Susan was here, if even for only for tonight. I must have fallen asleep in my chair, when I next looked at the clock it was four in the morning. I got up, went to the bedroom and climbed into bed, falling to sleep immediately.
I woke the next morning around nine, it was extremely cold in the house. I walked down the hall and glanced at the thermostat, it was off. The temperature read fifty degrees, no wonder, it was cold in here. I flipped the switch to heat, continued into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee. The house warmed up quickly, soon the coffee was finished. I drank a few cups while I read the morning paper. I spent the rest of the day cleaning house, washing clothes, getting ready to go back to work the following day.
The following week flew by and New Year’s Eve was approaching again. It seems as you get older, the years pass by so quickly. I made an early New Year’s resolution to get back into the gym full time, I had gotten soft. I had stayed in good shape my entire life. Having played college football for a major SEC school, I was always a fairly large man. My weight had always stayed between 230-240 pounds, but I had held my thirty two waist. Now my pants were a big snug and I knew it was time to get back into a routine.
The following Monday, I started back at the gym full time and it felt good to be exercising again. After a few days, I was back into a full time routine. I received several calls about New Year’s celebrations but I had decided to spend a quiet evening at home. I just wasn’t up to being around a bunch of people drinking and cutting up.
It was Friday, New Year’s Eve was tomorrow , we were wrapping up work until the second of January. I was the last to leave at around six that evening. I stopped at the grocery on the way home, picked up a few things, headed home. I put away the groceries, took a long hot shower and settled in to relax. Around eight that night, I got a call from Jennifer wishing me a Happy New Year. I responded in kind to her, we chatted a bit, then said goodnight. I found it strange that she kept calling me, wondering if Tiffany knew about it. I had made no real attempt to stay in touch with Jen, respecting her decision, not wanting to cause problems between her and Tiffany.
I went to bed that night but couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. I thought about everything that had happened over the past year, how everything had gotten so confusing. How I had misread Jennifer, the relationship ending how it had. Then Beth coming back and ending her marriage, telling me that she loved me and the decision would be mine if we were to be together. I thought about Beth for the rest of the night and what I really wanted to do with my life. What exactly was it about Beth that made me feel this way ? Yes, she was incredibly attractive, extremely fit and knew how to make a man feel like a man. Or was it that I saw so much of Susan in her ? The smile, the laugh, the look in her eyes , I just was not sure. I’m not sure what time I actually fell asleep, I know it took a long time. Sometime during the early morning hours, I felt a cool, almost cold hand brush my cheek. I heard a soft whisper in my ear, a voice so familiar, yet strange.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years, go to her now.”
I opened my eyes startled, sitting straight up in bed. I looked around the dimly lit room, focusing my eyes. I felt something cold on the side of my face, reaching up with my hand brushing my cheek. My face was ice cold and wet to the touch.
As my eyes adjusted to the room, I saw it was empty. I turned and threw my feet to the floor rubbing my eyes. I could have swore, someone was in the room. I looked down at the floor and saw what appeared to be two small wet spots on the hardwood floors. I once again, looked around the room. Maybe someone was in the house. I got up, walked through the entire house checking the doors, but everything was locked, nothing amiss. I must have been dreaming, but it sure seemed so real.
I spent the day relaxing and watching TV, several good football games were on. Around five that evening I got a call from Beth, I had not spoken to her since Christmas night at her place.
“Hi Jeff, how are you ?”, she asked.
“I’m fine Beth, and you ?”, I replied.
“I’m ok, thanks. Are you doing anything later tonight ?”, she asked.
“No, not a thing. Just going to be hanging out here, watching TV.”, I responded.
“Same here. I’m not in the mood for partying.”, Beth stated.
“Yea, I know the feeling.”, I replied.
“Well have a Happy New Year’s, Jeff.”, she wished.
“You too, Beth.”, I responded.
The day passed slowly , I guess about six-thirty that evening the neighbors started shooting fireworks. They had an annual party and always spent a small fortune on fireworks. Several times, Susan and I had set up chairs in our front yard, wrapped in blankets and watched the show. Once again, there were dozens of people across the street all having a very good time. I decided to go sit outside for a while and watch the show, grabbing a chair, a blanket and a thermos of coffee. My neighbors waved to me, wishing me a Happy New Year’s and returned to their festivities. I sat up my chair, poured a cup of cup, wrapped up in the blanket and sat down. The fireworks were extremely colorful and very plentiful, never slowing down as the hours passed. I looked at my watch, it was almost ten-thirty, the temperature was really dropping. I decided to finish my cup of coffee and call it a night. Just as I was about to pickup and go inside, I saw Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She waved when she saw me, coming over to where I was sitting.
“What are doing out here tonight ?”, I asked.
“I saw the fireworks from my back door, decided to come watch for a few minutes.”, she replied.
“It’s cold out here.”, I laughed.
“Yea, I know.”, she giggled
“I was just about to go in. I have been out here for about ninety minutes.”, I told her.
“Oh, go ahead, I am not going to stay long. Just watch for about ten minutes.”, she told me.
“You want my chair and blanket ?”, I offered.
“Yea, sounds good.”, she laughed.
I got up, giving her my seat and wrapped the blanket around her. I went inside trying to shake off the cold. I made another pot of coffee, poured a mug and sat down in my chair. The coffee was good and quickly warmed me up. I had just gotten up to pour a second cup when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Beth, holding my chair and blanket.
“Here, I have had enough, it’s freezing out here.”, she laughed, “I’m going to get warm.”
“I just made a pot of coffee, you want a cup ?”, I asked.
“That would be great.”, she replied.
She stepped in, I closed the door on the cold night air. We entered the great room, I offered to take her coat and scarf. She sat down on the sofa, I went to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and returned handing it to her. She took a small taste of the very hot liquid.
“Mmmmm, this is good. Thank you.”, she said.
I sat down across from her, picking up my cup. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it. Even now, dressed only in jeans, a sweater, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, no makeup, she was stunning. She reminded me so much of Susan, in so many ways, I guess it’s why I fell in love with her so quickly. As we sat there drinking our coffee in silence, I could not help but wonder why things had turned out like they had. Two years later and I had traveled full circle, sitting here again with Beth. For some reason, I suddenly thought about the night before and how I was startled from sleep by a voice.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years. Go to her now.”
Suddenly, I felt a cold damp breeze, pass behind me. I looked up to see Beth staring at me with a blank stare.
“What’s wrong ?”, I asked.
“I can’t explain it. I just feel strange.”, she replied.
“Strange ?”, I asked.
“Never mind, it’s probably just the cold.”, she laughed.
I got up and poured us each a fresh cup, turning off the pot. I returned , handed Beth her cup and sat down. I looked at the clock it was eight minutes to midnight, almost another New Year. I looked up and saw Beth once again, looking directly at me. She smiled that smile that would stop your heart for a few beats, then just as quickly, jump start it back to life.
“I guess, I should be going, it’s getting late.”, Beth said.
I looked at the clock again, it was eleven-fifty seven, three minutes to midnight. I could hear the intensity of the fireworks pickup outside , anticipating the stroke of midnight,
“Wait just a few minutes, you can hear the grand finale.”, I said pointing towards the front of the house.
“I would, but I’m afraid Jeff.”, she answered.
“Afraid of what ?”, I asked.
“I’m afraid when that clock strikes midnight, I am going to want to kiss you, and if I do, I will never be able to stop.”, she confessed, looking down.
I suddenly knew at that moment, there was no denying it, I was still in love with Beth, I always had been. Perhaps the reason, I never ever said those words to Jennifer, because deep in my heart, I knew better. The words from last night were all too clear, I had one last chance for happiness, if I was willing to go all in on this hand.
“Maybe, I won’t ever ask you to stop Beth.”, I softly responded.
She looked up from her cup, her eyes wide and focused.
“Are you saying…..I mean….Do you….What are you saying Jeff ?”, she stammered.
I set my cup down on the coffee table, leaned towards her and took her hand in mine.
“What I am saying is, I love you. I have since that day over two years ago, the first time I kissed you. You hurt me when you took Lance back, I am not denying that, but as bad as that was, letting you go again, would be worst.”, I admitted.
“Jeff, I am so sorry for what I did to you. So many nights I cried myself to sleep, it hurt so bad. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to rush over here, jump into your arms. But I thought you were in love with Jen, I didn’t want to ruin your chance for happiness.”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
“If I could go back and change everything, I would. But I do love you so much and I promise, if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”, she finished between sobs.
I got up moved next to her on the sofa, pulling her close to me. I wiped the tears from her cheek looking into her soft warm eyes.
“You do know, I’m never letting you go again. No matter what happens, no matter who objects.”, I told her.
“You had better not.”, she replied softly.
I sat there holding her close to me, feeling her warm breathe on my cheek. She looked over at the clock and turned to me.
“It’s a new year, let’s start our new life off right.”, she whispered to me.
“What do you mean ?”, I asked ?
She stood up, grabbed her jacket and scarf, turning to me.
“You still have the key to my house, the one we gave you years ago.?”, she asked.
“Yes, it’s here.”, I replied.
“Good. I’m going home. Give me about an hour, then come over. Use the key to let yourself in, I will be waiting.”, she said with a smile.
She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. I went into my office, opened my desk and was relieved to see the key in the drawer. I picked it up and headed to the bedroom. I jumped into the shower, shaved and changed clothes quickly. I looked at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. I went out, jumped in my car and drove around the corner to Beth’s. I hurried to the door to get out of the cold, unlocked the door and stepped in. I locked the door behind me and walked down the foyer towards the great room. I called out to Beth.
“In here.”, I heard from over my shoulder.
I looked to my right, saw that the master bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open, my eyes adjusting to the candle lit room. Beth was lying on the huge bed in a floor length, snow white ,silk gown. She was breathtaking, like a scene out of a movie. She held up one hand, asking me to join her. I moved over to the bed and joined her. I leaned over and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers. She responded by easing her tongue between my lips, seeking my own. My hand traveled down the smooth fabric of her gown, until my hand was on her ass. She pressed herself into me, responding to my touch. I reached down to her thigh, gripping the smooth fabric and lifting it slowly up her body. I released her gown and reached down to feel the back of her soft smooth thigh. She moaned into my mouth softly as my hand moved up the back of her thigh. I rolled my hand around the top of her thigh and slowly pushed my way between her legs. She willingly opened her thighs allowing me easier access. I slid my hand up slowly, until I felt her warm, very moist pussy. I extended one finger and began to slowly stroke her slit from top to bottom. Once again she softly moaned into my mouth.
I broke our kiss, and began to slowly move down her body with my lips and tongue. As I reached her thighs , I pushed her long gown up to her hips, completely exposing her pussy. I lowered my mouth to her, pushing my tongue between her smooth lips. She gasped out loud, arching her back slightly. I eased my tongue out of her, and started to gently suck her clit, between my lips. I reached up with my fingers spreading her puffy lips, further exposing her clit. I began to flick my tongue across her swollen clit, stopping only to suck it between my lips for a few seconds. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her body trembling beneath my mouth. I felt a shiver run through her, then felt her hips come off the bed.
“Oh baby…………..Ohhhhhh…., she cried out.
I pushed my tongue deep inside her, feeling the first spurt of her orgasm wash over it and coating my lips. I eased my tongue out and opened my mouth on her, feeling the second and third waves hit the back of my throat. I stayed with her, feeling her body tremble as waves of pleasure swept over her. She relaxed slowly, her breathing returning to normal. I moved back over her, leaning down, kissing her softly. Her tongue, licked my lips, tasting her cum, then driving past my lips wanting more. She reached down, pushing her hand inside my shorts, finding my rock hard cock. Her hand gently squeezed me, softly stroking me up and down. She reached down with her other hand and pushed my shorts down my legs. She opened her mouth, still on my lips and whispered.
“Make love to me baby, I want you inside me.”
I moved over her as she opened her legs, her hand moving to her pussy. She began to rub her clit, looking up directly into my eyes. I moved forward, reached down and pressed the head of my cock into her opening. I eased between her wet soft lips and with one slow easy motion, pushed completely inside of her. I leaned over her, my head going to her neck, kissing it softly. I could feel her warm breathe in my ear. I began to move slowly inside her, pulling almost all of the way out, then slowly back down again until my hips met hers. Slowly, I increased my speed as I felt her body respond to me, once again. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching me tightly as I felt her hips lift off the bed, slamming into mine. Once again she erupted into orgasm, moaning softly into my ear.
“Oh baby, I love you….I love you…, she whispered.
She gently pushed me off of her and on to my side. She sat up, pulling her gown over her head, completely exposing her beautiful body. She moved down my chest, reaching for my wet, rock hard cock. She quickly wrapped her mouth around me, sucking me deep into her throat. Slowly and very softly her lips moved up and down my shaft, as her hand softly caressed my balls. Soon the speed of her mouth increased, quickly sliding up and down my throbbing cock. My hands moved down to her head, my fingers entwined in her soft silky hair. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I reached out for her.
“Baby, I’m coming…now…, I warned.
She moved her mouth off of me, grabbing my cock in her right hand, stroking it madly. The first stream of cum shot out of my cock landing on my stomach. She lowered her mouth over the head of my cock, as the next waves exploded on her tongue. She continued pumping my cock into her eager mouth, wanting every last drop. My cum was now running out of her mouth and down my shaft. She stayed on my shaft, making sure I was completely drained of fluid. She released my cock, moving back up my body. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I pulled her closed, as I felt her mouth open and her tongue push into my mouth. Her tongue pushed my cum from her mouth into mine then moved around the inside of mouth, coating it with my warm , salty fluid. I swallowed what was left, allowing it to ease down my throat. I reached down her body and my hand met hers, which was buried between her legs. She was eagerly stroking her clit once again, no doubt aroused by the thought of my own cum in my mouth. The speed of her hand increased, and without warning, she erupted into a powerful orgasm that sent fluid gushing from between her legs. She shook violently on her hand, pressing it hard into her slit. It took her breathe away, causing her to gasp for air. Slowly it subsided, as she collapsed on top of my body, her breathing returning to normal. Her face turned to mine, her eyes tearing up slightly.
“I love you baby, I have never felt like this, never felt so loved.”, she whispered.
I held her as she sobbed, her face buried in my neck. I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as well. I pulled her body to me, squeezing her to my chest. I closed my eyes, grateful to whatever had brought me to this time and place, for it was right. This was the woman I loved, though the path was not easy, it was the right one. Today would be the first day of our lives together, I was determined to live each one to the fullest, for no one knows just how many we still have promised to us.
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Broken Birds, Part 13, Beloved

Part 13
Beloved
Michael watched the effect of Alice’s words. His women moved as if in a synchronized ballet.
Shoshana and Rafaela, who had never been in a “Harem Night” were fascinated. Beth who had been at the foot of the bed, waved Shoshana over.
“Shosh, I think you may like this position. I’ll join Rafaela.”
Rachael and Lynn helped Alice to straddle Michael’s formidable cock. Lynne gently applied warming lube to Alice’s opening, even though Alice and Michael’s cock were already very wet. They positioned her facing Michael’s feet and then let nature take its course.
She slowly descended on his cock. It felt huge! She stopped several times, feeling hands on her body, but concentrating on getting his shaft inside her. Finally she was sitting on his pelvis.
Rachael and Lynne helped her to lean back without hurting her sore legs. When her back rested on Michael’s chest, his steely arm encircled her waist.
“Now, enjoy.” He whispered into her ear.
Michael’s cock pressed against the top of her pussy directly beneath her pelvic bone. Every movement he made caused his cock to caress that soft, sensitive tissue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Two sucking ravenous mouths covered her sensitive aureoles.
Alice moaned and then gasped as Shoshana’s sharp tongue reached her clit. Shoshana’s tongue descended again, caressing Alice’s inner lips distended around Michael’s cock. Her tongue danced back down to Michael’s balls, up his shaft back to her clit.
“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” Alice screamed.
Michael restrained her for a split second, giving Lynn and Rachael time to pull back, then allowed Alice to sit bolt upright, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Alice pushed Shoshana back, mumbling, “Too much.”
Except for Shoshana, each woman took her turn and still Michael did not cum.
Finally, it was time. Alice lay on her back and welcomed him into her. He started slow.
“Fuck me, Lover. I’m all yours.”
As his pelvis rubbed her clit, she began to climb her climax. She mirrored his rhythm. He looked into her trusting, needy eyes.
“Cum in me….”
He was very close, but needed her to climax first. He needed her to know he would wait for her.
Rafaela understood and bit her lip willing Michael to wait.
Finally Alice began to swing her head back and forth, screaming out Michael’s name. Her legs snapped around him, pulling him deeper, lubricant leaking from her stretched pussy.
AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Alice screamed incoherently as she climaxed.
The fluttering walls of her pussy caused Michael’s ejaculation, a flood of semen and sperm, deep in side her.
Five women watched in awe.
“I want that,” Shoshana whispered to Lynne, “Kiddo, was it like that for you?”
Lynne shook her head, “Better.”
They cleaned up and dressed for dinner, Rafaela discretely ordering the bed be changed.
Seated at the dinner table, a light dinner before them, Alice tapped her champagne glass with her knife and rose for a toast.
“To Michael.”
They all drank.
As she was sitting down, she paused, “Oh, did I forget to tell you I can have babies and I’m not on any birth control?”
Beth threw her cloth napkin at her.
“But I hope I’m not pregnant yet,” looking at Michael, “I kind of like baby making.” She held up her right hand, slipped off the commitment ring and put it on her left hand.
Everyone clapped.
Michael looked at Shoshana with love in his eyes.
Shoshana fidgeted as Lynne helped her shave, lovingly caressing her upper thigh. Michael had taken a side bedroom for tonight. Tonight was Shoshana’s. Each of the other women envied her a little, but each wanted her night to be filled with wonder and pleasure. While Beth and Rafaela had become the de facto leaders, Shoshana was their heart and soul. A stunning beauty, with a kind, strong heart.
Alice, their doctor and sister, understood that Shoshana would never fully recover, but she suspected that loving Michael had filled her life. A child would be great, but after her abuse, it was just too dangerous. Perhaps Lynne would be a surrogate. She had offered, but Alice had other thoughts.
Michael gently knocked on the master bedroom door, “I’ll be in the other room.”
Inside, Beth nodded and sent Alice to the bathroom to get Shoshana.
Michael had on a bathrobe as he sat, sipping a glass of champagne in the candlelit room when Shoshana knocked. Michael tabled the flute on the bedside table and opened the door.
Before him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dressed in a gossamer thin robe, her flowing black hair below her shoulders, warm brown eyes filled with passion.
He took her delicate hand and led her inside. He noticed Lynne hiding in the corner of the living room. She gave him a thumbs up sign. She covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
Michael closed the door.
Shoshana stood in front of him, waiting.
He lifted her chin so he could look into her soul. Her arms circled his neck. Their lips met with a passion that felt like liquid fire. Their bodies molded together, Shoshana squirming urgently against his hard cock. She pulled back, “Please,” a plea and demand. Her hand untied his robe while his hand released hers. Her arms went around his neck. He reached behind her legs and lifted her He placed her on the bed and followed to lay beside her.
“My love, I have never seen anyone as beautiful,” he said truthfully, still stunned.
“Michael, make this night a dream. I want to tell our children…”
He gently caressed her neck, behind her ears with the tips of his fingers. She shivered sensuously. He stroked her shoulders softly, while placing soft, butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, his tongue darting to give a light lick, tasting her skin. His fingers created a light “piano touch” across her upper chest. It felt strange and exotic.
Her eyes were open but unfocused. She was lost in a well of pleasure and her private dreams. His mouth followed his magical fingers. Instead of heading directly for her breasts and their hard, elongated nipples, he caressed the back of her arms.
She moaned.
Now Michael understood. Shoshana needed someone to return all the love she had given others. She needed to receive, not give. It wasn’t about pleasure or technique. It was about love. Alice had suspected as much.
Michael spent a very long time caressing and kissing her. He turned her over and did the same to her shoulders, back, legs and feet.
He turned her face up and kissed her softly, but she just murmured her need. She was floating in a sea of protective love.
His mouth reached for her left nipple and sucked gently. A sexual moan. The trance broken, but with pleasure. He sucked harder and flogged it with his tongue. A delighted squeal. He moved to the other breast and repeated his assault. Her breathing became ragged.
His hands remained on her breasts, kneading, teasing, and pleasuring her. His mouth descended, butterfly kisses to her belly, a tongue flicking over her naval ring, into her belly button, then moved lower.
He shifted, lifted her leg and found himself staring at her naked pussy with a shiny clit ring.
She was incredibly wet. He blew warm air on the leaking slit, but kissed her left inner thigh, dragging his tongue along its toned interior. He repeated with the right, but brought his tongue closer to her womanhood. Then back to the left, teasing her unmercifully. Finally, she grabbed his head and pulled him to her pussy.
Michael knew he could not compete with Alice or Rafaela in pleasuring a woman, but this was about loving.
He pointed his tongue and slowly licked from her puckered starfish to her clit, parting her inner lips while tasting her juice. He stopped just short of her clit ring. He remembered to be very careful in spreading her pussy lips.
She started to scream her pleasure as his lips grazed her clit. He gently inserted two fingers in her pussy, palm up.
She began thrashing, making it difficult to keep his tongue in place. He flicked the clit ring with his tongue and curled his fingers to reach her g spot.
She exploded in a shattering climax screaming “Michael” over and over.
Michael had no experience with the violence of her orgasm. She jammed his face against her pussy, locking her legs to keep him against her. He darted his tongue into her pussy. She bucked wildly. He flicked the clit ring. She shrieked, her body contorted in spasms. He lubed a finger on his left hand and began to caress her starfish. She screamed his name again and impaled herself on the finger.
Then she went limp. Sensory overload.
Alice had told him that what happened after was more important for Shoshana than the actual lovemaking.
Shoshana slowly came back to reality. She felt safe and loved in a way she’d never experienced. She was lying with her cheek on his chest, his arm around her back. She looked up into the most loving eyes she had ever known. He was sipping some champagne. He put his glass down so he could caress her cheek.
“I love you Shoshana.” He said softly.
Unknowingly, his words opened the door to her private hell.
Her eyes began to tear, her face contort. It wasn’t crying. It was the scream of an anguished soul, spewing her pain, anger and humiliation into the night. She screamed. “Bastards” over and over again.
The door opened and Alice stuck her head in. Seeing Michael holding Shoshana, she hesitated. Michael motioned her in. She shook her head, knowing that Shoshana would share her pain only with him. As hard as it was on Michael, he was her answer.
Alice went back to the others.
“Whatever he did, Michael got her to finally open up and let out her pain. She’s in there crying now. Michael and I talked about what to do. Dear God, she’s been through such hell.”
Beth said softly, “Dad will get her through it. He got me through mine.” Beth began crying. Soon, all five women were weeping.
Several hours later, Alice checked on them. She listened at the door and realized that Shoshana was talking to Michael.
She ran back to the master bedroom. “I can’t believe it! She’s talking with Michael.” She looked at Beth. “He’s one hell of a man.”
The four other women nodded.
She told him of her pain, degradation, humiliation and finally her submission over several harrowing hours.
Michael knew she had to get it out, but she remembered the most intimate details making Michael’s anger grow. She let it all out. Her initial rape by her father and brother. Being sold to her brother’s friends. Each mutilation. She remembered everything in vivid detail.
Finally, as the sun started to lighten the blinds, she looked at him.
“I’m ready. Make me a woman.”
Michael sent thanks heavenward for the little blue pill.
He began to again caress her, slowly bringing her to readiness, but she was impatient. “I want you inside me!” trying to push him back. He’d been told to be gentle and to avoid violent penetration, so he resisted.
“I want my lips on yours when I enter you,”
She relaxed and he levered himself above her. She was still incredibly wet as she guided him into her. He moved slowly, controlling her impatience. Finally he felt his balls at her ass.
“God, I’m so full.”
He began to roll his hips. She copied him. Several slow, long strokes followed by more side-to-side movement.
Her face showed her frustration.
He put his arm around her waist, his other hand pushing her leg down and flipped so he was on the bottom.
“Now you’re in control.”
Her eyes flashed with lust.
She began doing a dance on his cock, eyes closed, her arms raised above her head. His hands found her nipples and he twisted them hard. She wailed her delight. Again and she started her climax. His hands flew to her clit, one thumb rubbing right, one left.
Her eyes snapped open. She leaned forward as though punched in the stomach, her hands on Michael’s chest to break her fall. He thrust up, into her, hard again and again as his climax washed over him.
She lay on his chest and opened her eyes with difficulty, “I love you Michael.”
She was already asleep when he replied.
A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time it was Lynne. Michael waved her in. She entered silently. Michael was spooning Shoshana. He had Lynne take his place. He needed to talk to Alice.
Alice was in the living room with Rachael and Rafaela.
Michael looked like hell, but he didn’t care. Alice understood. She ran to him.
“I wanted to tell you everything before I forgot.” He went on to tell her about the pain, rape, sodomy and forced bestiality.
When he finished, he turned to leave. She reached and touched his arm. He turned. Without words, Alice kissed him gently. “Get back to bed and stay with her.”
He nodded and silently reentered his room.
He changed places with Lynne. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
“I guess I wore you out,” she said with genuine laughter in her voice.
Shoshana smiled down on him. He searched her eyes and found only happiness.
“Come on, get up! It’s past noon!”
Smiling, he started to get up.
“Shosh, I love you.”
“And I you, husband.”
He dragged himself to lunch, ravenous and exhausted. Shoshana, though, seemed refreshed and at peace.
A family lunch.
Shoshana called for silence as she stood. She showed her right hand and slowly removed her ring. Michael moved to her side, took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.
Clapping and hoots of approval.
Shoshana drank in their approval and love.
As lunch ended, Shoshana asked Alice if they could talk. She looked at Michael for approval. Michael nodded and smiled.
Michael napped for several hours.
He awoke alone in darkness and quiet. A moment of terror jolted through him. He grabbed a robe and burst into the living room.
His women looked up, startled. Only Beth knew that look.
After a moment, he said, “Please don’t ever let me wake up alone again like that. I thought I had lost all of you!”
Beth came to him, leading him back to the bedroom, feeling him trembling. “I’ll make sure, Dad.” She alone knew the violence of his nightmares. She motioned Shoshana to come with them.
Shoshana stayed with Michael.
When Beth returned to the living room, she confronted their questioning looks. Beth understood their looks.
“Dad was a SEAL when I was born. He was a good one. The guys protecting us are part of a company owned by one of his old team members.” Beth paused, “Dad’s call sign was “Terminator” if that tells you anything. He quit. He HATES violence,” she looked at Rafaela, “he would never kill again unless his family was threatened.”
“The bastards that raped me live in fear. I don’t know what will happen, but my uncles will be sure they NEVER do anything to a girl again.”
“But Dad has nightmares. He did things that he has trouble with. Have you ever really looked at his scars? He’s got scars from being shot, from shrapnel and knives.
“Look, he needs us. Someone stays with him. Always. Deal?”
Four determined women nodded.
“You mean he’s kinda Jason Bourne?” Lynne asked seriously.
“A real Jason Bourne with a big dick and real nightmares.”

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