This is a follow up to my Council Retreat Day 1. I wrote this one before Day 2 because this is what was swimming around in my head. I may get to day 2 at some point. Again. this is a total work of fiction and if it offends you, don’t read it. I would never wish this upon a real person. Amethyst is a virual character I once portrayed with a very good friend of mine playing my master. I hope you enjoy it.
It had been several years since Angie & Brads encounter in the duplex in Ohio. Angie remembered fondly the time they had spent together, when she had taught young Brad the secrets of physical passion. But once her college classes were completed, Angie moved to a different state where she had been working for a computer corporation.
Angie now traveled often on business trips, and her luscious body and pretty face didn’t hurt her sales. Men would go to great lengths to spend more time with her than the other salesmen. They wanted to watch her perfect butt, and perky breasts more than they needed computers. Angie just smiled and talked about her products, she was very animated, this gave her the opportunity to show off her athletic build.
It was early spring and Angie found herself on a trip to Ohio, she decided to look for Brad.
“Brad should be about 17 now” she thought as she drove her rental car to her old neighborhood. She quickly found the old duplex and parked in front. As she walked towards the door she could feel her legs tremble, she was excited and afraid of this encounter.
She knocked on the door, and when it swung open, Brad’s mom appeared. She smiled broadly.
“Well, if it isn’t Angie!” said Brads mom.
“Hi!” said Angie, “I was in town and I thought I would come see the old neighborhood.”
“Well come on” said Brads Mom, “My husbands still at work, and Brad is at band practice at school”
Angie didn’t want to appear too interested in Brad so she went in a chatted with Brads Mom. As they talked, Angie picked up bits and pieces of information about Brad: he was in Washington High school, making good grades, no steady girlfriend. Angie chatted a bit longer then said goodbye, she said she had to go visit one of her clients.
It was almost 4:00 in the afternoon, Angie raced across town to Washington High hoping to find Brad before she had to fly back home. Her heart was pounding. Brad, even though he had been very young, had been one of her favorite lovers. He had always been open and honest as most children are, but he had the passion of a grown man, even then.
She found the high school and parked by the auditorium. She looked in the mirror: her long dark hair flowed by her pretty face, her green eyes and full lips were still as gorgeous as they had been in her twenties. As she got out of the car, she smoothed her dress and checked her reflection in the car windows: she still had a tight athletic body that looked great in her business skirt, jacket and sheer white blouse. As she looked at her reflection, she had an idea that added to her excitement.
She picked up her purse and walked into the auditorium. The auditorium was empty but she could hear the students practicing their instruments somewhere in the back. “Brad’s here!” she thought as she looked around for a bathroom. She found one a walked quickly towards it: her high heels clicking on the hard floor. Once in the bathroom she quickly removed her jacket and blouse and hung them over the coat hook. She took off her camisole, which was essential in the business world when she wore her sheer white blouse. She removed her bra and stuffed it and the camisole into her purse.
As she put her blouse on, she could see her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts had actually become better looking over the last few years: they still had the smooth brown skin and perfect small, hard nipples. But now they had a little more ‘jiggle’ in them since they weren’t so high and tight as they had been in her twenties. They looked spectacular under the almost completely see-through blouse. She put on her jacket to cover her nearly exposed breasts. The jacket and the shadows it produced covered the near nakedness of the blouse. She walked back into the auditorium to look for Brad.
She followed the sound of the music to the back of the auditorium and found herself by a doorway to a small room in which several teen-age boys sat playing their instruments. She took a deep breath as she recognized Brad; he’d grown up well. Brad was now a tall, handsome young man with well groomed blond hair. She watched him for a few moments from the doorway as he guided his fellow students through their practice.
He had an easy, confident air and a quick dazzling smile. Angie’s heart was pounding, she was sexually excited, but that was nothing new. She had a new feeling that took her a moment to recognize: she was proud! She knew her gentle & honest encounter with the 11 year old Brad had helped mold him into this fine young man; how else could he be so confident at 17?!
She waited for the music to stop and stepped into the room.
“Hello Brad” she said, her voice was too was a little lower than it had been in her twenties.
“Hello” Brad said as he turned toward the woman who had greeted him. She was pretty, well dressed, obviously a professional business woman. “Who is this person?” he asked himself as looked at her high-heel shoes, her shapely legs and hips under her smart business skirt and her ‘all-business’ jacket. He flashed that dazzling smile and exclaimed “Angie!” as he stepped forward to hug the first woman he’d ever loved.
“This is great! I thought about you all the time and wondered if I’d ever see you again!” he said as he held her closely. She held him tightly too. “Hey Guys, this is a dear friend of mine; Angie”.
Angie marveled at his muscles, his smooth voice, his poise and self assured manner. She was thrilled that he chose the word ‘dear friend’ instead of ‘old friend’. She was probably prettier than she ever was, but she was still a woman. And no woman wants to be called ‘old’. Brad already knew that, at 17, when most boys are stumbling over their words trying to make any sense at all. “Yes”, thought Angie, “I am very proud of this boy, this man!”
“How have you been” asked Angie, looking deeply into his blue eyes, but her eyes were asking much, much more: “are you happy? Did I harm you? Do you now believe what a natural lover you were? Is everything OK? Was I wrong to be with you? Am I wrong to be here now?” were the questions that raced through her mind.
Brad knew her concerns, and answered all of them with a smile and a slight nod as he held Angie by her shoulders and stared into her green eyes “I’m OK, Angie, better than OK” he said softly, “you helped me, you never hurt me, you gave me a head start into adulthood that has helped me in every possible way, I’m very happy”.
“That’s so good to hear Brad” Angie said, her body finally able to relax “ I missed you Brad, I thought about you all the time too”. She was surprised by the intensity of the emotions that flooded her mind, she had thought it was just sex, but there was something more…She lowered her eyes as Brad held her with his hands firmly on her shoulders, when she raised her eyes she saw that Brad was no longer staring into her eyes. Her jacket had pulled open exposing the flimsy cloth that covered her perfect breasts, he was staring at the breasts that brought back so many memories. As he looked, Angie could feel her nipples harden by the cool air and Brad’s hot stare. “Oh…” she said, “I didn’t have time to buy a gift, so I wore this to surprise you”.
“That’s better than any gift” he said to her, “Guys, you’re on your own, I have some catching up to do” he call out to the musicions as he steered Angie out the door, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. “Angie?” he said, “I think I love you”.
“I think love you too” blushed Angie, hoping he wouldn’t be some teenage love struck schoolboy, hoping he’d remember one of the most important lessons she’d taught him: “Love your woman Brad” she had told him 5 years ago, “treat her like a queen, but when it’s time for sex, take what you want. The bedroom is not the place for the royal treatment, in the bedroom a woman wants to know she pleases and satisfies her man, and that can only happen if you take what you want. Do that and your woman will be happy and know she is pleasing to you. Then you treat her like a queen later”. He had been able to take what he wanted as a boy, but now she wanted him to take what he wanted as a man.
“Angie…” he started as he guided her into the dimly lit room that held all of the padded floor mats the gymnasts used. “Angie I have thought about you too long, No girl has been able to please me like you did” he said as he closed the door and pushed her down on a stack of mats, kissing her firmly, maybe too firmly. He wanted Angie know that her queen treatment would come later, that he would take what he wanted now.
Angie knew, and was thrilled at his forcefulness. This was better than she’d ever imagined. She felt the moistness growing between her legs as Brad kissed her mouth, her neck, and somehow her breasts were naked to his lips. “How’d he do that?” she thought as she felt his hand on her thigh. She drifted off into a sexual bliss as Brad touched her mound with his hand as he kissed and sucked her stiff nipples.
Angie had taught him that sex was a natural healthy thing. Brad was not at all shy or inhibited about it now, Angie felt her clothes being taken off, felt herself being turned over on her belly, she felt her perfect butt being lifted into the air by one hand while his other hand held her head down on the mats. “I must have it this way” she heard him say as she saw him reach for her purse. She was confused, was he stealing her money? She tried to lift her head. He held her down even harder.
She saw his hand pull out of her purse, it wasn’t her wallet in his hand. It was the small squeeze bottle of hand lotion she kept to keep her skin from drying out in the dry air of all those airplane flights. “What is he up to?” she thought as she felt the lotion being squirted all over her beautiful, round, firm bottom. “Oh no…” she moaned as she felt him squirt the lotion on her anus. She tried to get up, to crawl away as he rubbed to lotion into and around her tight sphincter but he held her even tighter. “Brad.. oh Brad…” she gasped breathlessly, but she didn’t say no again.
She reached back and grabbed his penis, remembering the perfect little 2 ½ inch rod he had just a few short ears ago. “Brad?” she gasped as she felt his fully grown manhood. It was still perfect, but is was much bigger she discovered as she wrapped her small hand around it. She could just barely make her middle finger touch her thumb as she clutched his penis in her hand. His cock was so hard that it throbbed, it was so big she could barely close her hand around it. She pulled it hard towards her face, trying to please him with her mouth , but Brad would not let her. Brad would take what he wanted… she had taught him well.
Brad felt her body relax into submission. He knew that she was now his, his to use as he wanted. She would give him his pleasure now, just like she’d taught him. He knew she would be happy that she pleased him, that she could give him exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t shy or embarrassed. He wasn’t in a hurry or nervous. He was completely in control as he pushed his cock against her rectum. He sighed as he felt her give up any resistance and let him slide in.
Angie was no naïve school girl, she’d had a dick in her ass a time or two in her series of sexual adventures. One time, when she was much younger and ‘experimenting’, she’d had a cock in her ass and another in her mouth at the same time. But she’d never had one so hard, so perfect, so big ‘back there’ before. She felt her sphincter rebel and try to clench shut. She felt her body try to lay down on her belly to escape from this rear attack, but he pulled her butt up in the air and pushed deeper into her ass until his balls nestled against her pussy. She now pushed back, pushing her butt higher in the air, helping Brad drive his cock deeper into her rectum.
Brad let her relax for a moment without moving, letting her tight sphincter get used to his hard penis. Then he started stroking slowly, gently. Angie grunted softly each time he pressed back in, but she kept her ass high in the air for him. He stroked harder and harder, grabbing her hips with his strong hands as he drove his cock deeper and deeper, over and over, as he began pounding her ass.
Angie was grunting loudly with each stroke, she didn’t care if anyone heard, it felt too good. She reached back and started tickling her pussy, rubbing her clitoris as Brad pounded away at her ass. “Oh God!” she cried, “Grab my tits Brad, grab them hard” she was almost screaming as she felt his hand reach around and grab her right tit firmly. Then her left tit. He held them hard! It hurt! It hurt so good!
He did just what she wanted as he gripped her tits hard with his full hands and used them as handles to pull her towards him as he rammed his dick into her ass, she arched her back to help him keep balance and get more leverage on each stroke. “Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me” she chanted as she rubbed her clit faster and harder as she felt his dick somehow getting impossibly harder, somehow growing even bigger in her ass. It felt like it was going to rip her apart and she knew he was close to cumming as she drove herself to climax just as he started spurting huge jets of semen deep into her bowels.
His pumping slowed, his body relaxed. She lowered herself to her belly with him still in her as they basked in the afterglow of a terrific climax. He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her as she felt her tortured anus try to keep what seemed like gallons of cum from draining out of her ass.
“Brad” she said in a soft, tired, but happy voice, ,”I’ve got to catch a plane, may I call you later, come visit you later?”
“You know you can Angie” said Brad, “you’re my queen” he smiled drowsily, they both got the joke.
She kissed him gently on his lips, he kissed her back even more gently.
She left him sleeping on those mats as she quietly, happily left to catch her flight.
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She quickly rose up off her back and tried to sit up. I was just as quick at pushing her back down onto the bed. “John!” she shouted out sounding alarmed
A man and wife find sex in the most intersting place
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sandi, I’m a 35 Y/O single woman, 34DD-27-30, 5′ 9″ tall, 110 Lbs, blue eyes, and light brown hair down to my waist. (I just love long hair, don’t you?) And last night I was so very horney. As I usually do when I get this way (which is quite often) I went to my favorite bar. I wore knee high black boots, a black mini-skirt that is just above mid thigh and a black tube top. Of coarse I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra, because I wanted to be ready for all the hot action I would soon see, feel and taste. But because of the time of year (it is mid-winter now) I also wore a long black coat.
As I drive my ’85 T-Bird around the corner I can see that the parking lot is fairly full tonight. I finger my cunt and it is getting wet just thinking about getting fucked tonight. As I pull into the lot and park I see a couple of men watching me, so I decide to give them a little taste of what is to come. I open the door and swing my left foot way out and down to the pavement. With my legs wide open like this they had a good view of my shaved pussy. I pretended not to notice as I fussed with my lipstick in the mirror before getting out of the car.
As I approached the entrance to Tony’s Bar and Grill one of the men opened the door for me. Of coarse he was standing very close, no dought hoping to inocently brush up against my tits. The look on his face was priceless when he not only got a good feel as I turned sideways to brush past him, but my hand strayed accross the front of his pants, and sure enough his cock was standing at full attention. “Thank you, you are a true gentleman.”
“Are you going to meet someone tonight, or may I join you?”
“Yes I’m meeting someone tonight, and I think I just did. My name is Sandi and of coarse you may sit with me.” I smiled into his face and kissed his cheek, and taking my arm he started leading me to one of the back booths. “Lets sit at the bar for a while, shall we . . . ?”
“Sorry, my name is Tony, and what ever you want Sandi. The bar it is then.”
“Hi Sandi, having your special tonight?”, Bob the bartender ask me as we sat down. Tony took my coat and I just sat there and slowly crossed my legs and leaned back, so my breasts were straining the tube top I wore. I didn’t have to say a word, “Right you are Sandi, the special it is then.”
About 2 hours later and several drinks, it is almost closing time and poor Tony is beginning to wonder if he is ever going to fuck me. Just then Bob announces last call, “Last call for drinks, closing in 5 minutes. Also tonight we are having a special after hours show, so anyone wanting to stay for the special I suggest you buy 2 or 3 drinks before 2:00 A.M. when I lock the door.”
“Lets stay for the special Tony, it’s always a fun time.” I’m trying really hard not to laugh as Tony tries to put on a happy face, knowing for sure he’ll never fuck me now. “Sure, why not!”
Just then Bob calls out,”Show time!”, and locks the door. “Sandi, your up”. Bob then walks to the bar and leans back, looking me. I lean into Tony and give him a kiss right on the mouth, sticking my tongue into his as my hand starts stroking his cock. I get up and walk over to Bob, and before I reach him my tube top and mini skirt are gone, leaving me in just the boots and thigh high stockings. When I reach Bob I immediatly drop to my knees and open his pants and pull them and his boxers down to his ankles. As I look up into Bob’s face I see him smiling at me, I reach out and start stroking his 9 inch cock, already hard and stiff. My lips close around the head of his cock, and slowly I start stroking his cock in and out of my mouth. Deeper and deeper as my saliva covers his cock shaft, making it slick and tasty. Finally my nose is pressed right into his stomach, his cock deep in my throat, almost gaging me. I slowly withdraw my lips over his wet glistening shaft, feeling the raw power of his hard cock, untill just the head is between my lips again.
I stop sucking Bob’s cock for just a second, and stand up to face the men in the room. My hand rubbing my cunt, Bob bends me over the back of a chair and starts fucking my cunt. “Come on, I want another cock in my slutty mouth.” The mesmerized glazed look in their eyes went away, as a mad scramble of men removing their clothes made me push back harder onto Bob’s cock.
“Fuck my cunt, Haaa, yes, harder, deeper. Fuck that feels good, fuck my cunt, fuck my face.”
I didn’t have to ask twice as the first cock was shoved into my mouth. They were lined up waiting a turn to shove a cock into me and they didn’t care which hole it was. And neither did I, I just wanted cock, lots of cock. And this night I was going to get seven cocks and at least seven loads of yummy cum.
Just then Bob said to the croud of men, so it wouldn’t get out of control, “Every one line up here at the bar and let her do the line sucking cock.” They all did, and I started at one end of the bar, sucking a cock, deep into my mouth, looking up into his face with my eyes open, staring up at the man whose cock I was sucking. Slowly sucking deeper and deeper untill my nose was buried into his cock hair, my hand feeling his nut sack and rubbing it against my chin before withdrawing my mouth. Then down the line to the next cock, and it was Tony.
“You really are a fuck slut, aren’t you!” A statement of fact, not as qusetion, as I hungrly sucked on his hard cock. I could see the other men in line, stroking their hard cocks, anticipating their turn. And each didn’t have to wait long. A couple of minutes on each cock, sucking and savoring the flavor and taste of hard cock meat in my mouth.
Then Bob led me to a table and I laid back, with my legs open wide. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck my face, just give me your beautiful hard cocks in any hole you want.”
And they did, first fucking just my cunt, while some shoved their hard cocks into my ass. My head was turned to the side as a stiff cock was once again shoved into my mouth.
After about 45 minutes the first cum load was deposited in my mouth, and I hungrly sucked his cock, tasting every drop of cum. “Nobodys leaving untill I’ve tasted every swinging dick here cum in my mouth.”
A big cheer was my answer to that, and another deposit of yummie cum in my mouth.
After everyone had fucked me and cum in my mouth, Bob thanked me for the good time and the extra after-hours business.
Well, if you liked my adventure leave a comment or 2. As I just love getting gang banged. Bye
Love and Kisses . . . Sandi
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An Ice Storm brings two strangers together
Mrs. Roby
It seems as though this all happened in a time warp in which I never had control of any of the events. Most people would have seen it coming and probably would have changed course knowing that what happened would be construed as deviant behavior. But then, I am not most people.
Growing up on a farm, just outside an ex-urban community, not too far from a major upper Midwest metropolitan area gave me the opportunity to have my life experiences in both. The rural part taught me to always complete the task and ignore the grime, while the urban side enriched me with the advantages of diversity, fueling my curiosity. So while going through high school, my hard work ethic and not being afraid of the dirt in the trenches made me a stand out varsity tight end on the football team. During this time, I befriended Mark who played wide receiver on our team. Mark’s family moved into the town from the city when he was a freshman, and being black, stuck out like a sore thumb (there were only two other black families in the whole school district). But never mind that, we became the best of friends. Maybe because I was ostracized for being a farm kid and Mark for being black, I do not know.
This led me into being close to Mark’s family, less his dad who was not around as much, but with his mother and little sister who is three or four years younger than Mark. Mark’s dad was much older than his mother, at least ten or fifteen years difference I would guess, and he was at least 300 pounds. Looked almost round.
Mark’s mother on the other hand, was a tall, athletically thin woman (picture a ten year younger Michelle Obama) mid thirties to late thirties at the most. To be honest she quite often became the focus of my fantasies, as I would jerk off.
Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year football season. I was a seventeen, almost six-foot, skinny white kid horny almost all the time.
At the end of the second week of practice I was to stay at Mark’s house because of a late Friday practice, coupled with my parents going out of town for the weekend, and my sixteen year-old sister have custody of the second family car this week.
Ok, this was all cool. Mark’s bedroom was down in the basement, next to the laundry room, which also was kind of a bathroom too. It had a shower stall, sink, and toilet all within the same room as the washer, dryer, and wash tubs. It was great for Mark as he could come home from practice; dump is dirty uniform in the washer, then jump in the shower all within a few steps.
Mark was gracious enough to offer his digs to me as he and his family planned on getting up early to go into the city. So Mark used his old bedroom upstairs and I had the complete run of his pad.
The next morning I slept in, way late for a farm boy. Figuring I was alone, I tossed my clothes to the side and walked around stark ass naked. Even walked up stairs and grabbed some cereal before heading back to take a shower.
Stepping out of the shower, I realized that I had forgotten a towel and noticed a pile of folded clothes on a table next to the dryer. Without even thinking about it I walked naked over to the table and started to reach for a towel when I noticed a couple of bra’s next to a stack of very sexy thong underwear. Oh yeah, my mind raced to the gutter, visualizing Mrs. Roby with just the thong underwear on with her luscious tits being cupped by the sexy Victoria’s Secret bra I was now holding in my hand.
Absent-mindedly my other hand moved to fondle my cock, then stroking it with the thoughts Mrs. Roby’s smooth chocolate skin, the imaginary scent of her sex, and my imagination of her sexual desire for me. Damn, my cock was hard as rock, my imagination overwhelming, squeezing my eyes shut trying to focus the picture in my head as I felt my body build to a climax. Then…
Heard a shuffle sound. Turned towards it, my left hand holding Mrs. Roby’s bra and my right around my cock. There was Mrs. Roby, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
I froze; do not even think that a breath came out of me.
Mrs. Roby had a look of a deer caught in the headlights of a car; her eyes wide open along with her mouth in the form of an “O”.
Her eyes traveled to the bra I was holding, then to my now softening dick. I just stood there.
My eyes moved from her face down her body, noticing that she had on a tight fitting silky jogging suit on. It formed her body perfectly, the curve of her hips as they widened from her relatively thin waist, her flat stomach as it transcended down to where there was noticeable mound just above her crotch. And then…an obvious CAMEL TOE! My cock almost immediately began to respond again. I raised my eyes, Mrs. Roby’s nipples were reacting like my cock, hardening and poking straight out, the silky, stretchable material of her jogging suit offering no hindrance to the visibility.
This all happened in a moment, frozen in time.
Again, I just stood there.
Then, Mrs. Roby walked directly over to me, taking her bra from my hand and placing it without looking on the table. She placed her other hand behind my head pulling me to her, her lips meeting mine.
My mind tried to grasp what was happening, but my response was pure instinct as my tongue naturally found its way into her mouth.
Now I felt her free hand move to my cock, encircling it, foundling it, then grasping my balls.
My hands went directly to her tits, slightly squeezing them through her clothes, the hardness of her nipples begging my fingers to explore them. It all felt so right, but also so wrong.
I broke our embrace momentarily and started to say something, but Mrs. Roby placed a finger over my mouth to quite me.
Taking my hand, she led me out of the laundry room and straight to Mark’s bed.
Again turning towards me, she took her top off, then her sports bra, releasing her perfectly formed dark brown tits. Then pulled her tights off, exposing her trimmed pubic mound, thin athletic thighs, and firm formed ass.
Mrs. Roby steered me onto the bed, gently pushing me on my back. Sliding her hand down my chest, then my stomach, she wrapped her hand around my cock.
As she stroked my cock lightly, she gave me a slight smile, and then licked the end of my knob.
I was never fortunate to have had an actual experience past second base so this was all new to me. I did not know how to react, so just let my body take its course.
Mrs. Roby’s mouth went around the head of my shaft, my hips responded by pushing up. She engulfed my cock and I could actually feel the back of her throat.
Oh man alive, up and down she went, the feeling exquisite. In a matter of seconds I could feel the climax welling up.
Then she stopped.
Standing up, she turned towards me, placing her leg over me and straddling above my body.
Without looking at me, she took hold of my cock and slowly lowered herself on to it. Stopping momentarily as my cock spread her pussy lips.
The feeling, never felt but only imagined by me, was actually better in reality than in perception. The wet slickness, the warmth emitted, the heightened sexual feeling, my gawd, this was the first time!
Mrs. Roby lowered herself, completely taking me inside her wet, warm cunt.
She started to pump her body up and down my shaft, my hips trying to coordinate her movements.
My hands now embraced her firm flesh of her tits, squeezing and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers.
Her hands braced against my chest, digging her fingernails into my pecs as she rode faster and faster on my shaft. With each thrust our pubic bones bouncing against each other.
Looking down, the contrast of my pale white cock embedding itself into her dark brown chocolate vagina escalated the impending force building in my body.
It must have been doing the same thing for her, as her humping became harder, but more erratic.
The for the first time, she threw her head back, dug her nails into my chest so hard they broke the skin and yelled, “oh God, oh God.”
Without warning, my cock exploded into her womb. I could feel the cum squirt out, but my orgasm did not seem to happen as that was still building.
So I just kept pumping my hips as I felt her nipples dilate in my hands. My body was building to a crescendo and just as it was about to peak, Mrs. Roby jumped off.
She grabbed my cock and stroked as fast as she could, my body responded. Within a few strokes, I bucked upward as my body convoluted. But, nothing came out of my cock.
A look of astonishment came over her, then she stood up and looked down to her crotch. Putting her fingers at her opening she came away with a glob of cum. With an exasperated look she said, “Oh shit!”
The expression on her face changed dramatically to one of consternation, shaking her head at me, “damn, first time, no control…shit”
She thought for a moment, then said, “what the hell”. Again slinging her leg over my body she now straddled my head.
“Eat that shit out of me!” she commanded.
As she lowered her wet, cum seeping pussy towards me face.
Had just enough time to view the open pedals, the contrast of her vivid pink inner folds with the outside of the lips traced in ebony, the white rope beginning to form from her vagina.
No time for being revolted, Mrs. Roby settled her cunt right across my mouth.
Lapping up as much juice as I could, licked the folds of her pussy, and then sucked on a little knob that sat at the head of her pussy lips.
Mrs. Roby let out a moan, started to grind her crotch against my face while now sliding her pussy back and forth across my tongue.
Because of her response, I kept my tongue as hard as possible, even when she slid so far up my face, my tongue rubbed over her asshole.
She moaned louder. Then pushed her weight down forcing my tongue into her sphincter. She moaned louder yet and started humping my tongue.
Harder and faster she humped, and then her movements became erratic again, the same, “Oh God, Oh God!”
Just as she finished the last ‘Oh God!’ she moved her pussy back on my mouth. Her vagina released its juices, smothering my face with our intermingled cum still coming from the depths of her womb.
Without saying a word, Mrs. Roby dismounted from my face and walked back upstairs.
I fell asleep, dreaming of all that had just happened.
Fortunately, I did manage to awake in time to get cleaned up before Mark and his dad came back.
Mrs. Roby barely acknowledged me the rest of the weekend, not even responding to good bye when my sister picked me up Sunday morning.
But, for months I jerked off every day to the thoughts of what had happened!
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We had been having sex almost from the beginning. It was a relationship where you were having sex before you actually considered yourselves to be dating, despite not seeing anyone else at the time. We met at a time when she was separated from her second husband, with a divorce pending. Whatever the quality of her sex life was in both her marriages in the beginning, in the end, it was dismal. Both her husbands ended up being emotionally and physically abusive. At best, the way she described sex, it seemed to be a ‘wifely duty’, endured but not enjoyed, and often silently loathed. At worst, she never said, but I can only assume sex was taken from her unwillingly and abusively.
But when I met her, I would have never guessed that she had such poor sexual experiences for the past 10 years or more. We had gone out a few times, and at her home one evening, it began with gentle kissing, caressing, and ended with sweet love making. I guess I came across one of those women that was just starved for good sex with someone who cares about her, which I did very much, and everything really was wonderful.
We grew a lot together, sexually speaking. Living out fantasies or playing on desires that had never been realized before. We never went so far as anything sadistic or masochistic, didn’t introduce others into our sex life, and never did anything that we didn’t think the other wouldn’t like. It ranged from lovemaking by soft music and candlelight, to mutual and lone oral sex to orgasm with no penetration, mutual masterbation, to rather hard-core fucking porno-movie style.
But early in the relationship, while talking about sex, she mentioned that she thought anal sex was wrong, implying it was a moral sin of some sort. I held no such belief, even though on only a very few occaisions I had done such things. A few months later, discussing previous sexual encounters (and trying to avoid admitting to have had anal sex with another woman), she bluntly asked me if I had had anal sex before. I couldn’t lie, so I told her I had. Wow, the next few hours were less-than-pleasant with her. Despite having a quite open relationshiop and free discussion of limits of sex, even when referring to previous partners, she didn’t much appreciate my previous sexual acts in this arena, regardless of the very minor exprience I had.
She told me again how it was wrong, and even said it was ‘dirty’. Not ‘dirty’ in a provocative or sensual manner. She said ‘dirty’ in a way a mother chastizes a child for wanting to handle or investigate a dead bird. ‘Dirty’, as in the mere matter of being near the creature would bring disease or even death upon the one in the dead animal’s presence. With that in mind, I never approached her with any prospect of anal sex.
So, despite a deep and wanton desire of anal sex, I never actually asked for such action. Anal sex has always been a form of gratification that turned me on. I really have no idea how or why…it just did. But, knowing her stance on the matter, I kept the fantasy to myself.
But somehow she must have known. In our open attitude towards sex, I guess one evening she felt compelled to let down her predujice and let her body be used for my unspoken desire.
She came home rather drunk from an evening out with a friend of hers. I had worked late (but she came home later), and was already in bed, naked as usual. She sweetly snuggled next to me ‘spoon’ style as I lay, almost asleep. I knew she was drunk and more horny than usual, but I had had a long day, and had to be at work early the next day again. I would have been content to fall back asleep with her in my arms in the few minutes it would normally take. I have no idea why or where it came from, but she whispered to me:
‘Will you have anal sex with me”
So, I immediately went from a few moments from deep sleep, to instantly aroused. In my mind, I knew she was just feeling particularly happy to be with me, and wanted to do anything to please me. I think the thought of her wifely duty from her previous husbands may have been running through her mind. But the sudden pressure between my legs took over control and didn’t particularly care that she would likely change her mind once I were inside her backside.
Weakly, I sputtered, ‘Honey, are you sure”
I knew I didn’t particularly care whether she said yes or no, but hearing her say ‘yes’ loosed my inhibition.
I was still somewhat tired (having been in bed for a while by the time she came home), but figured this was a very rare moment. I tried kissing on her neck and shoulders to entice her, but I’m sure my actions were clumsy. It wasn’t long before I reached for the KY we kept in the bed’s headboard cabinet. I tried to be romantic as I lubed my hard-on and her anus, but I doubt I was.
Since I had little experience with anal sex, I didn’t know what advice to give her as I pressed my cock to her puckered ass. I pushed myself into her, maybe past the head of my penis. At this point, I tried to evaulate her response. She had never been very vocal or verbally response to anything I did to or for her, so I had to ‘sense’ whether she liked it or not. Now, with only a small part of my cock inside her backside, I sensed she might not enjoy this. However, I still hoped that the initial feeling of discomfort and inhibition would pass for her. She didn’t object, and so I pressed myself more fully into her.
She didn’t exactly stop me, so I started sliding myself back and forth inside of her backside. Knowing how much she loved vaginal sex with me, I caught on quickly that this didn’t feel as enjoyable to her. I don’t know why, but it didn’t stop me. Her tight, virgin ass felt so exsquisite to me, I thought I would cum inside of her in a moment or two. I actually hoped that I would orgasm quickly so that I could have my wish so fast that it wouldn’t hurt her too much to want to try again some day. But, my heart knew that her pleasure wasn’t the same as mine. It was like trying to get a kiss on the cheek from a girl I knew didn’t want me to kiss her at all.
But, I was already inside of her. My cock was half-deep inside an ass I had wanted to fuck for months. I wanted to be gentle, and sweet, and loving…but it was almost like it was too late for that, and I would never have a chance to try again. I grabbed her hips, and pushed against them until I felt my hips against her buns. She winsed, and tensed up. At this point, I knew her body was no longer as willing to accomodate her love for me as her mind was a few minutes earlier.
Again, I was already inside of her. Her tight asshole squeezed around my cock in a way I had never felt inside of her before. From her body language, I knew that I would never get this chance again. I figured she relapsed into the feelings of having to endure sex with someone that she experienced when she no longer enjoyed sex with her previous husbands. I still held her firm, my full cock inside her ass. She ever-so-softly whimpered.
Something came over me that I had never felt before. I was actually angry with her. I felt inside that she deserved to feel pain or discomfort for even asking me to do something she knew I wanted to do but wasn’t really hoping I would accept the proposal of. Even though I loved her, I wanted to fuck her in a way she didn’t want to be fucked…and I didn’t care.
In this spooning position, with my cock inside her dark, ‘dirty’ hole, I wanted to fuck her out of my own deep desire…but wanted to fuck her even more because she didn’t want me to be inside her like that any longer. Never before had I felt like that, but knowing she wanted me to stop, turned me on even more.
I started sliding my cock back and forth in her ass, feeling the urge to fuck her until I came, and the thought of doing her this way made me even hotter. I knew I was hurting the woman I felt very deeply for, but I just didn’t care. I wanted to fuck her tight, tender asshole until I filled her with all the cum I had. It envigorated me, and I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her.
Then, something that I didn’t expect happened, and it turned me on even more than I coul d have imagined. She cried out:
‘Baby, you’re hurting me…..please, stop.’
Hearing her on the verge of begging me to stop made me want to fuck her ass all the more. I wanted to make her hurt, I wanted to make her beseech me to not cum inside of her bowels.
And then she said it. She whimpered:
‘Honey, stop it….please don’t. Don’t cum inside me like this. I don’t want it. Please, baby….please…’
With those words, I couldn’t hold back. Something inside of me wanted to punish the one I so dearly loved with the most painful and intrusive sex she had ever known. I thrust myself harder and deeper inside of her ass, mercislessly pounded her virgin hole without remorse. I fucked and I fucked and I fucked her asshole. To my surprise, and dark appeasement, she began whimpering tears and choked pleas.
‘Please, honey….pleeease. Don’t. Please, stop. I don’t want this anymore. I’m sorry. Anything for you, but please stop. Please don’t cum inside of me like this. Baby, please stop. Please, baby……pleeeeaaaaase.’ I could feel her body quiver as she quietly began sobbing in pain and sorrow.
Despite all the feelings I had for her, I didn’t want to stop. The tingling and excitement I felt at both the physical feeling and dominance I felt was too much to let go for her sake. I knew it would only take another moment or two and it would all be finished. And then she said what I wanted to hear:
‘OOOOoooooooowwwwwwwwwww- uuuuuuuuucccccccchhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! It hurts so much, honey, pllllleeeeeasssseeee don’t cum!!!’
With that, a vibrating sensation sprang from deep within my loins. It started with a pressure somewhere near my bladder, and I felt my balls contract as the pressure exploded from hips, to my ass, and then from my cock to inside of my lover’s bowels. I couldn’t stop it then, and wave after wave of orgasmic release jet inside her beautiful body. I quivered and pulsed, allowing the full pleasure my orgasm fill her dark side with more of my cum than I could have imagined. I felt my own warm fluids begining to escape from her full backside and fill the area between her backside and my hips pressed against her.
In near exhaustion, I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her close to me. I kissed her still quaking shoulders and held her, hoping to show her that I still loved her. I was still inside her as she openly sobbed in pain and disappointment. I tried to withdraw from her as gently as I could, but at this point, any care was useless.
I wanted to hold her and tell her ‘I’m sorry’ but I knew any apologies would be of little comfort to her. The moment she was free of my embrace, she rolled to the other side of the bed, and got up. She hurried to the bathroom, where I heard a bath being drawn, and quiet crying. My guilt kept me in bed, hoping she would come back, so that I could muster some sort of apology.
It must have been an hour or more later when she came back to bed, and even then she stayed well out of reach of my soft, cuddling apologies. We must have laid in bed for two or three hours before she rolled over to face me. I was never good with explanations of bad behavior. So, she began:
‘Honey,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry. I know you like that sort of thing, and I wanted to please you.’
‘Its my fault,’ I said, ‘I pretty much knew you wouldn’t like that. I should have just not said ‘ok’ when you asked. Baby, I’m really sorry. I know I hurt you and I would never do that intentionally. I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to.’
The next few hours were spent apologizing back and forth, each trying to make it more our own fault than the others’. Just before dawn (when I had to get up for another long day of work), we finally made amends. We both agreed that we were both sorry and had forgiven each other, and that no one was actually at fault.
After another long day of work that day, we went to bed together, and had the softest, most gentle and sweet ‘make-up sex’ we had ever had. We fell asleep very happy and content, in each other’s arms.
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It all happened in late Sept. It was a Saturday night. I was clocking out from my shift at work. My boss told me my ride was there. I looked up and to my surprise it was Michael. Michael was dating my friend Lynn. I asked him “What are you doing here?” he said “Lynn asked me to pick you up because she is working late tonight.” I said “Ok that’s cool. What time does her shift end?” he said “11:30″. Which was 2 hours away.
On the ride to their apartment I could stop my mind from going wild and crazy. All I could do was think about naughty things I wanted to do to Michael. When we got there we hung out for a while. We started flirting with each other. Then to my surprise Michael leaned over and kissed me. My body responded immediately. I could feel my nipples growing hard beneath my clothes. I wrapped my arms around Michael’s neck and pulled him closer so I could deepen the kiss. I drove my tongue past his lips and into his mouth. He moaned in response. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. I kissed him harder. His hands started to move down my shoulders. Slowly his hands found their way to my breasts. He gently squeezed them. I let out a deep moan from the pleasure of it. His fingers found my rock hard nipples and started to lightly pinch them. It sent shivers down my spine. As he continued to play with my nipples my pussy grew wetter by the second. Slowly his hands traveled down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttoned them and slid his hand inside. When his fingers grazed my clit I screamed with pleasure. My pussy was so wet and on fire that he easily slipped 2 fingers inside me. He started sliding them in and out of my pussy. It felt so good. I started moaning and screaming ” Oh yes. Right there. Fuck me with your fingers. I want more. Harder. Faster. Oh yes!!!!” As my orgasm hit like a lightning bolt through my body he held me until I came back down to earth.
I looked him in the eyes with a devilish grin and said ” My turn now.” I kissed him. I shoved my tongue in his mouth over and over again. then I slowly started trailing kisses down his neck to his chest. My eyes watching his face the whole time. I of that.” I kissed the head of his dick. He moaned as I ran my tongue down his massive dick and back up. I looked into his eyes as I encircled his dick with my mouth. Sliding him in my mouth inch by inch until I had all 8 1/2 inches in my mouth. I slowly started picking up the pace as I slid him in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was getting close by the sounds he was making and the faces he was making. So I increased the pace even more. That did it. He lost all control and started pounding my face. Faster and Faster. Then I felt his cum shoot down my throat. “Mmmmm you taste delicious.” I said. He said “That was amazing. I had better get cleaned up before Lynn gets home.”
About 30 minutes later Lynn got home from work. Michael had gotten cleaned up and went to bed because he had to work the next morning. Lynn and I sat and talked for awhile. And I have to admit I was still very horny from my previous round with Michael. I sat there staring at Lynn. A million and one things went through my mind that I could be doing with her other than just talking. She was sitting there watching the TV looking so beautiful. I sat beside her on the couch just so I could get closer to her. I slowly leaned in and started kissing her neck. I wanted to get her in the mood because I wanted her lips on my pussy so bad. She smiled at me and asked “Have you ever been with another woman?” My face blushed at her question. I looked down and said “No. But I have wanted to.”
She took control of the situation from there. She lifted my chin with her fingers looked me in the eyes and said “I find you so damn sexy. I have wanted to eat your pussy for a very long time.” I smiled and said “No time like the present.” She wrapped her hand around my neck and kissed me deeply. Our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I wanted her so bad. She then started trailing kisses down my neck. She paused long enough to remove my shirt and bra. She resumed kissing and licking her way from my neck down my shoulders to my breasts. When she reached my rock hard nipples she sucked one in her mouth and pinched the other with her fingers. “Mmmmm. That feels good.” I said. While she continued to suck and play with my nipples her other hand unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them off of me. She slowly started trailing kisses from my breasts down my stomach to my pussy. When her tongue slid across my clit the first time I screamed with pleasure. She licked my clit for what seemed like eternity. She paused and asked “Do you like the way that feels?” “Oh yes!!!” I replied. She said “You haven’t felt nothing yet then.” At that exact moment she slammed 2 fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. The pleasure was so intense that I orgasmed immediately. As she slammed her fingers in and out of my juicy pussy her tongue was steadily at work on my clit. She was trying to lick up all of my pussy juices that were coming out. I grabbed her by the head of her hair trying to get closer to her tongue as she slammed her fingers inside me harder and faster. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.
When I opened my eyes I saw Michael standing at the door with his massive dick in his hand. He had been watching the whole thing from the hallway. As I lay there collecting some energy back. Lynn stood up and walked over to Michael. She pulled him down into a deep kiss. She asked him “Doesn’t her pussy taste so sweet?” He replied “It tastes delicious on your lips.” They started running their hands all over each other while they kissed. Lynn then dropped to her knees in front of Michael. She took that massive dick all the way down her throat. She started sucking Michael’s dick at a rapid pace. This had me hot and horny all over again. So I got up went over to them. I told Lynn “Lay down on your back.” she did as I told her too. I wasted no time. I dove right into her pussy. She was so wet already that I slid 2 fingers insider her pussy. She moaned from the pleasure of it. When I sucked her clit into my mouth the first time she went wild. She tasted like peaches and cream. Michael was so worked up by the sight of me eating his girlfriends pussy that he came up behind me and slid his dick all the way in with on hard thrust. I screamed at the intense pleasure/pain. As he started pounding away at my pussy from behind I sat my fingers to the same pace slamming into Lynn’s pussy. She screamed as her first orgasm hit. I lapped up all her juices. I didn’t stop pounding away at her pussy with my fingers. I continued to lick and suck on her clit. She was tossing back and forth under me. As her second orgasm hit so did mine. We screamed together with pleasure. Michael pulled out of my pussy and said “Trade places, NOW!!!!” We did. the instant I layed down Lynn slammed 2 fingers inside my pussy and started sucking and licking on my clit. I could tell when Michael entered her wet juicy pussy because her breaths on my pussy became shallow. As Michael pounded away at Lynn’s pussy she continued to slam my pussy with her fingers and suck on my clit. The pleasure was so intense that all three of us came at the same time.When it was over the three of us lay there holding each other and talking. We all came to the agreement that the three of us would get together often to do this again. We also agreed that Lynn and I could have each other any time whether Michael was there or not.
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This is a story about coming across a dream girl while driving. Never thinking that we would pass ways again. And what happened when we did.
Part 6
Reunion
An exhausted Michael arrived in New York the following night. As he exited Customs, he saw a uniformed driver holding a card with his name. Surrounded by four bodyguards, Michael handed the man the handle of his suitcase and followed him to a waiting limousine. The contrast between the bustling terminal and Rafaela’s village could not have been more jolting.
As the limousine snaked deftly through traffic, he pulled out his phone and dialed Peter. After a moment his friend’s voice reassured him that his girls were safe. Though tired, Michael knew he had to debrief or lose more than half a day. Twelve hours more without Beth. Or Rachael.
Carrying a laptop, Peter met him at Michael’s home, several hours north of the city.
They sat at the kitchen table, each with a glass of wine. The anti-surveillance unit humming in the background.
Too tired for lengthy explanations, Michael was cryptic. He knew Peter would ask if he needed more information. “It was as set up. They’d paid David to get Rafaela out of prison. He didn’t or couldn’t come through for them, so they put pressure on him by threatening his family. When he ate a bullet, Tim’s men were too fast and got the information they needed before they could get there,” a sip of wine before he continued, “They wanted the trade we set up.” He looked at Peter.
Michael’s instincts snapped on high alert. “But you knew that.” He said softly.
Peter nodded sadly. Michael waited for an explanation.
“I’ve known Rafaela for a long time. I sued the bastards that raped her the second time. When Tim identified the men searching for Beth and Rachael as Zapatas, I couldn’t believe it. I contacted Miguel to see if it was true. He never responded. Then they contacted me right after David killed himself. When they found out what we had, they said they needed you to come as a negotiator, but they said that if I told you, the deal was off. They guaranteed your safety, but you were not to know that.” Peter searched his friend’s hard eyes.
He handed him a folded sheet of paper. “This should explain it.”
Love
You cannot know the joy in my heart as I wrote that word. Love.
You are back in your world and I in mine. When you said I was one of the women you love, my heart soared. I never said it, but I love you. How this can be true after just two days, I do not know. I only know that it is true.
Peter is a friend and would never have let you come if there was real danger. I am so sorry for the terror I forced you to live with, but it was my last chance for freedom.
Alice told me about you and I knew you were my last chance as a woman. You sounded too good to be true, so I had to see for myself.
I know you are far from perfect, but right now, I can only think of the good.
Beth and the Walsh women are as safe as I can make them. I hope I will soon be as well. After all, you invited me to join your harem.
At the end of this letter is an e-mail address. I have also sent a laptop that you can use to communicate with me. Please send e-mails to me only on that laptop.
I long for your arms around me, for your lips on mine…
I pray that we will be together again someday, but if two days is all I ever have of you, I am content. The painful place inside of me is now filled with a warm glow and love.
Thank you Love
Rafaela
“You read it?”
Peter nodded.
“Tim’s said that all threats have been removed. There are apparently still a few credible threats, but he is dealing with them. He’s really pissed that they knew where the girls were. He’s still trying to figure out how.”
“Alice. Probably a tracking device hidden in her body. They didn’t do body cavity searches of the girls.” Michael said with a weariness of the soul at the multiple layers of betrayal he had just discovered.
“I feel like a damn puppet.” He said bitterly, anger seeping into his eyes.
Peter recoiled, knowing their friendship had been badly damaged.
“Michael. I’m so sorry. Once Rachael and Beth got together, it had to be this way. David was pure evil. So was Tom. The girls needed to heal, away from this place. The plan worked beyond our wildest dreams. The good guys won.” Peter was pleading.
Michael looked up with empty eyes.
“Peter, I love you as a friend, so you know I’ll get over it. I need to get to Beth and Rachael. Call Tim and make it happen. I need them now!” Michael began to cry as the incredible tension of the past year finally breached his emotional dam.
Peter reached for his sobbing friend, but Michael rejected his comfort.
“Get me to Beth!”
The car sped along the narrow mountain roads, though the leafless trees. A cold misting rain gave them a sad look as Michael looked out the back window. The window tinting made the day look even more depressing, yet his heart sang in anticipation.
Following his emotional meltdown, Peter and Tim shifted into high gear. Every man had his breaking point and they understood that Michael had reached his. 26 hours later he was nearly there.
Diversionary cars, private flight to Florida, long car ride to North Carolina. They traveled in a three-car convoy with rotational position.
The car took a gravel road leading to the cabins. They stopped at a roadblock about a mile from the houses and were inspected by several men wearing paramilitary gear and carrying short-barreled assault rifles. A .50 caliber rifle probably tracked them as well.
The girls stood together outside the cabin, Rachael having to restrain Beth from running at the moving cars.
As the car stopped, the back door of the second vehicle flew open and Michael darted out, running straight to them.
Beth broke free and jumped into his arms. “Daddy”. Over and over. Then she planted a lover’s kiss on his lips as they both squeezed hard.
Rachael had given them some time, but Michael noticed her standing beside them. He freed his right arm and brought Rachael into a group hug. Ripping his lips free of Beth’s, he pressed his lips longingly against Rachael’s.
Rachael was startled, but began to warmly return his kiss, opening her mouth slightly, their tongues dueling for a moment, her body responding immediately to his touch.
“Get a room!” Lynne blurted impatiently. She was miserable, cold and wet.
Michael broke the kiss and turned to walk to the cabins, his arms around Beth and Rachael.
“You’ve gotta be Lynne.” Michael chuckled. He released Rachael and started to stick out his hand, but Lynne jumped to hug him. He squeezed her close. She smelled fresh. She kissed him on the cheek.
“Hi Dad,” startling Michael.
Playing along Michael said “Dad, huh? Then I guess I can’t grab your ass, huh?” as he grabbed her ass. She giggled softly.
She released him with another swift kiss, this time on the lips.
“Shoshana?” A woman’s hug. She pulled her head back slightly and gave him a lover’s kiss. He felt his cock start to rise.
“Let’s get inside,” Rachael said softly.
Releasing Shoshana, he pulled Rachael back into a three-way hug as they led him to their cabin.
The cabin was relatively large. Three bedrooms and two baths with a kitchen along one wall and a large fireplace at the end of a large open living/dining area. Rustic, comfortable furniture filled the room.
Michael tried to be polite and started to sit on one of the couches so he could socialize. Beth wouldn’t let go, however and pulled him toward her room.
“I have to show Michael something,” she tossed over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail swinging from side to side.
As their door closed, Lynne said, “She’s going to rape him!”
Rachael turned the stereo on and turned the volume up a bit, chuckling to herself.
Inside the room, clothes flew in all directions. As the last sock came off, she was on him, kissing his lips, squeezing his cock and rubbing her painfully hard nipples across his chest.
He pulled her close and dropped his hand to cup her sex. She was actually dripping.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, quickly lying beside her. His last conscious thought was to have her on top as he might hurt her in other positions in his fuck lust.
She understood, swung a leg over his chest and grabbed his cock. It seemed much larger as she rubbed the head along her wet slit. She felt it at her opening and pushed down hard, putting months of need into the thrust. A flash of pain told her body to move slower. Knowing that she had Michael back allowed her to heed her body’s advice.
After a few more strokes, she was sitting with his entire cock in her. Her eyes had been closed during her impalement. She opened them, finding Michael’s eyes a peculiar shade of gray / green.
He’d almost cum with Beth’s first frantic push, but he barely managed to conquer his need. He watched her concentrate on the feelings as she jammed more and more of his pole into her tight tunnel. She was an incredible creature.
“Oh God, I need you,” she gasped.
He thrust upward a bit.
“No. Fuck me! I’m your slut!”
He began thrusting into her savagely while his hands rolled her hips in the lust dance he learned from Rafaela. The dance caused his cock to caress all of her tight tunnel. This was not making love. This was primal fucking.
She danced with her arms over her head as her climax built.
Michael took his right hand off her and placed his palm against her belly, just above her clit.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGG,” she wailed
Michael’s thumb flipped across her clit and she screamed her delight. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and felt his own climax approaching. He jackhammered his cock into his beautiful daughter’s cunt. And let loose, still caressing her clit.
Finally she pushed his hand away and collapsed atop him, saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth.
They lay like that for a while as senses returned to normal, Michael’s softening cock still inside her.
“God, I needed that,” Beth whispered, only now realizing the music blaring from the living room.
She extended her arms and levered her torso off his chest so she could look into his eyes. She could feel his cock hardening.
“Twofer or a little rest?” she asked with an impish smile.
“I think we probably should get cleaned up and talk with the girls.”
The shower was too small for two people so Beth took hers first. While she was in the shower, he began unpacking.
As Michael came out of the shower, Beth was holding the sealed enveloped and package Rafaela had given him in Mexico. She looked up quizzically.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t really know. It’s from a woman named Rafaela. Long story Kitten. It really concerns Rachael and her girls more than us.” He tilted his head to the door.
Beth dropped the envelope and package back into his bag.
Rachael turned the music down when they appeared, grinning.
“First round goes to Michael. God did you scream!” Lynne teased.
“You’d scream too if he did it to you!” Michael thought, ‘Cheeky minx, my daughter.’
“I suspect we all would,” Rachael said, joining the game. Only her eyes said she was serious.
Michael detected the aroma of a roast as he realized he had not eaten all day, his stomach growling loudly.
Rachael cocked an eyebrow. “Let me guess, no food all day?”
Michael nodded sheepishly.
Rachael turned to go to the small kitchen and almost bumped in Shoshana who was carrying a small platter of cheese and shrimp.
“After all that exercise, I thought you’d be hungry,” she said giggling softly
He sat in the middle of the large couch, Bet beside him. He patted the other side, “Shosh.”
She smiled broadly as she wiggled close to him. Michael knew that of all his broken birds, Shoshana needed the most attention.
“For now just the basics because we have almost a year to catch up on. First, we’re safe. All contracts have been cancelled. You know David is dead?” The girls nodded as Shoshana snuggled closer, her head now resting on his shoulder. He reached and put his arm around here shoulders earning him a satisfied sigh.
“You know Tom is dead?” Again they nodded. “May he roast in hell,” Lynne added softly.
“We’ve filed a number of suits in your names. Most are now settled. We’ve also recovered the money David took out of your trusts. We need to get you,” nodding to Rachael, “to sign several affidavits, but the money is secure.”
Shoshana’s hand moved dangerously close to his cock. He gently moved it away bent his head to her ear and simply said, “we’ll talk later, OK?” She nodded impishly.
Rachael felt her heart hurt. Perfect handling of her little girl.
“The lawsuits and investigations pissed off a lot of people. Powerful people, so we’re still going to need security, so I think it may be best for us to stay together.” The Walsh women nodded enthusiastically as Beth stroked his arm.
“Making anything secure in a city is nearly impossible, so I think we need a new home. If someone wants to find us, they will, but I’d like to be in a place where we can see them coming,” he paused for comments, then continued, “Beth and I love being near the water. What about you guys?”
The girls looked to Rachael. “I think that would be good, but someplace warm! It gets fricking cold here!”
“Lynne?”
“So long as they speak English. I’m terrible at languages, except maybe Spanish.”
He looked down into Shoshana’s adoring eyes. “Someplace they can fix me,” she lisped.
Rachael almost cried.
Michael gave Shoshana’s shoulders a squeeze.
“That kind of narrows it down.” He pretended to think for a moment since he had the same parameters, “I’d suggest a place called Noosa. It’s in North Queensland, Australia. Near Brisbane. Warm. Great surfing. It’s on what they call the Sunshine Coast.”
Michael rose and got his briefcase and laptop from the room. He loaded a flash drive and played a video about Noosa and Brisbane.
When it finished, the girls had faraway looks on their faces. It looked so clean, warm and inviting.
Looking outside into the cold rain, Rachael blurted, “When do we leave?”
Michael got his satellite phone. He dialed Tim’s number.
“Tim, I think it’s Noosa,” looking over his shoulder at four enthusiastically nodding heads.” Michael listened for a moment, then said, “I agree, make it 12. How long? What about a moving holiday? I’ve gotta get these girls out of the boonies and Shosh to a surgeon. “ Another pause, “Yeah, I’m OK with that.”
He turned to his enthralled audience.
“Noosa’s going to take at least several weeks, so we have a choice. We can go to Raleigh to get Su…Shoshana treated and then go on a “Road Trip” or we can stay here and fly out in a couple of weeks.”
“Road Trip!” They shouted with glee. Michael knew that somewhere Tim was groaning.
His stomach growled alarmingly. “Can I please get something to eat?”
That night with the urgency of coupling a bit less, Michael tenderly made love to his little girl. Beth really liked being on top and danced herself to several orgasms again. When she slept in his arms, she snored softly.
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This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters have been made by the author and all rights are reserved.
Laura, a lesbian, is the subject of degrading blackmail that is pushing her further into hetero sex and humiliation…
Lust and Horny
The girl across the street grew up and became quite daring.
Curiosity had haunted me for years. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Sandra gets after care, Janis gets great morning sex, Janis and Sandra get used in the play room. together.
My real name isn’t Juliana L., but that’s the name I am going to use in these accounts. Almost all of what I will write in these pages really happened; the remainder is changed to protect the identities of those involved, and for dramatisation purposes. After all, I can’t possibly remember verbatim conversations that happened fifteen or twenty years ago. Can you?
Part 9 and there was Three
Harry woke feeling his wives, ‘wives I have two wives‘, he smiled, laying next him, his eyes closed. Hermione snuggled up to him, her leg over his, Ginny on his other side pressing into him, their heads on his chest and shoulder, their breasts against him, he could feel their breaths on his skin, their heart beats, Hermione‘s wetness on his thigh, Ginny’s hand gently holding his erect manhood. He laid there thinking of how his life had turned around it the last years.
First Hermione, found out how Ron had been lying to her all those years, and came to him in her pain, as she always had in the past, it hurt him to see her in pain. He loved her, so he was always there for her, to talk and heal, then she’d go back to Ron. Of course it always tore him apart when she did, he loved her for so long.
The truth of Ron’s deceptions came out and now done with, she left him for good.
He remembers that night, the night she was finally his and he hers. That first kiss, their souls intermixed together in that kiss, the missing part of each heart bound together at last and they both knew they would be together from that moment forward, as it was intended to be. Their first love-making, where they surrendered their bodies in total love to each other, that wondrous night. The next morning when he asked her to marry, as he had wanted to for so long. She said “Yes“, without a moments hesitation. He was no longer alone. ‘God he loved her, his first and eternal love, his heart’
And now Ginny, the one closest to his heart, after Hermione. If there had never been his Hermione, he would have pursued her, and may have anyway, being Hermione was with Ron, but Ron lied to her too, turning her away for him, keeping only their friendship, but that’s over and done with.
He recollects of that night when Hermione mention a threesome. At first he was dismayed that his loving wife, had even mentioned one, His first thoughts, was she tired of him, did she want another man to join them, did she want another man’s child, not his, was she going to leave him, what did I do wrong. It weighted heavily on his mind for days. Although he never showed Hermione his troubled feelings.
After thinking it though Harry finally decided, maybe his love just want to experiment with one, at least he hoped that was all she wanted, after all in the wizarding world multi-marriage partners were acceptable. He did love her so and anything she wanted was fine with him, for she was his heart. Even if she wanted to sleep with another man, he was willing, anything for her.
So he brought it back up. It surprised his wife when he asked “Would you like to try a threesome?”, that first look she gave, Hermione had forgotten she mentioned it weeks before and how she thought at first, the same as he did when she first mentioned it to him. He negated her fears, assuring her he has not nor ever will be tired of her. It surprised her more when he told her, it was totally up to her if they did and with whom. After which he explain that all he ever needed was her and her happiness. If she wanted to do so, he loved her enough for her decide when and with who.
He was more than pleasantly surprised when she said “I was thinking of Ginny.” in truth if he had to chose someone it would have been Ginny, he did love her, after Hermione. He recalled Hermione saying ”Actually I was seriously considering her. She’s always loved you, you know, and she definitely has the experience. And… she did ask once “if I shared“…” She love Ginny too and had several experiences with her back at Hogwarts and now she was ready to share her husband with her best friend.
So they invited her to dinner and ask, she was more than pleased to join them and she did a few days later. It was glorious, you could almost see the love radiating off the three of them that night. Next day Hermione asked him if he would like to have Ginny join them again and often. She also told him how she heard Ginny quietly wished to herself that she had something like our loving togetherness that night. The look on Hermione’s face, was so heart warming when he said only if she wished and if so they should make it permanent. Later the slight teasing and the look on Ginny’s face as he did, then when they ask her to marry them, she screamed YES and covered them in kisses, that was less than a month ago, now the three were married, yesterday.
Now their a family, the three of them, he could not be happier, and Ginny wants five children. Hermione only wants three for sure, maybe more. And Harry hoped to start expanding their family soon, unbeknown to him Hermione canceled her contraceptive charm the night they ask Ginny to join them in a threesome. Wanting to give her husband the third gift dearest to his heart, their child.
.
Harry laid there holding his loves in pure happiness and joy. The universe was in harmony.
Ginny woke first, still holding onto Harry, they kissed, she nibbled his ear and whispered “I want to taste my husband”, kissed him again and moved down to his rock solid member and began kissing and lovingly nursing on it, caressing what not in her mouth. Harry gasped, waking Hermione, she looked down and smiled ‘hungry are we’ then turned her lips to Harry and began trying to tickle his tonsils. Ginny’s slow manipulation of his penis was almost excruciating wonderful, he thankful let loose the flood of semen, that had built up. She drank the first wave of his nectar, wanting, needed every drop. He groaned into Hermione mouth. The others Ginny held in her mouth as she slowly wanked him. When he spurt the last. She rose and pulled Hermione from Harry and kissed her, surprising Hermione as Ginny shared their husband’s morning gift. Harry watched the sexy battle of his wives oral blending, Ginny was still slowly stroking him, he never soften. As his loves separated, each relishing the taste of their husband, Ginny gently pulled on Hermione, she understood and moved over Harry and lower. Ginny guided their husband into their wife.
Upon the third blissful orgasm, Hermione clamped down on Harry , pushing him over the top and he filled her with his life giving cream. As Hermione rode Harry, Ginny would kiss her then Harry, sometimes on the lips, sometimes their nipples, sometimes Hermione clit, at times she would lick their joining, a few times she kissed Hermione’s butt cheek as Hermione and Harry kissed. The angle she was at allowed Harry to reach Ginny’s fanny and his fingers made love to her. They all climaxed together. Hermione laid down on her love and the kissed, Ginny joined a few moments later into a three way kiss, then whispered into Hermione ear. Hermione rolled off Harry and laid beside him, Ginny slid over Harry and moved into a sixty-nine with Hermione. Hermione found Harry and pulled him towards her head. Harry realizing what they wanted, moved into position, Ginny raised her hips slightly allowing Hermione to guide Harry into Ginny hot wetness, he slid in fully slowly as Hermione lick them both.
He made sweet slow love to Ginny, never rushing, holding her to prevent her from rushing. Hermione bathing them with her tongue as Ginny matched Harry and slowly devoured Hermione. Both of Harry’s wives orgasned several times, before he unleashed a wave of hot sperm into Ginny womb. As their love mixture slipped out around Harry’s slow pile driving cock Hermione lapped at it, not missing a drop. He pulled from her and watched his first wife, his first love continued oral loving his second wife. He just sat and watched them love each other. His heart, his loves, loving the other. He was truly blessed to had them, his family.
Harry slipped out of bed and walked into the bath, started the shower stepping inside, he liked his magical shower that always had the correct temperature for as long as he needed. Back in the muggle world he knew, you have to adjust and if you stayed too long it got cold. He was standing there enjoying the hot water caressing his body, his eyes closed, letting the kinks melt away. He reached for the soap and found a breast in the way, opening his eyes as he fondled the soft mound to see Hermione’s face approach his, their lips met, he could taste Ginny as they kissed at first, then just her. That enchanting taste of Hermione’s lips that he loved so much, the words of love without any words spoken. He felt Ginny move in behind him, her hard nipples slid across his back and the soft whisper “I love you Harry” and then a loving nip of his ear lobe. He moved one arm around Hermione and one back around Ginny and pulled them tightly to him as he hugged his loves.
After washing each other quite thoroughly, they emerged from the shower, dried and dressed. And headed for breakfast.
Hermione checked her parents room first, she stuck her head thru the veil with her eyes closed, just in time to hear the sound s of love-making and her mother scream “Richa”. she quickly pulled her head back ‘oops’
With a satisfying grin on her face, she looked at Harry and Gunny standing there waiting her, wide grins appeared on their faces. You could almost hear Hermione say oh will you two behave as she looked at her loves, She motion them to go on. She waited a few minutes and stuck her head in again, this time only after-bliss kissing. “Mom Dad we’re going down for breakfast” and turned and walked downstairs to join Harry and Ginny in the breakfast nook.
“Your parents”
“Ah.. Just finishing up be down shortly I image”
“Just finish my, my”
“Behave don’t embarrass them”
“I won’t say a word”
“And that goes for you too Ginny”
“oh Ok,”
The Grangers came down about fifteen minutes later.
“Bout time you sleepyheads crawled out of bed”
“oh yes comfortable bed”
“and quiet too”
mom Granger blushed “huh Yes”
Richard said “food looks good I’m famished”
“yea me too” Harry added
As they were sitting, eating and talking, an owl flew in, with a copy of The Witches Secret, which surprised everyone. No one here reads that rag. After casting a Specialis Revelio spell checking for hexes and such, Harry gave the owl a piece of bacon, unrolled the paper and read the note attached, “thought you would enjoy this” and then read the paper
Harry Potter Takes Second
By Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter the destroyer of the Dark Lord, took second yesterday, a second wife that is, He and Hermione Potter nee Granger, yesterday were observed at the Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, marring his old school sweetheart, Miss Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley in a unannounced and hurried wedding. Family and close friends only in attendance of the double ceremony. First in the Ancient Magical Feudalism tradition, then in their own declaration of their love for one another, which was quite lovely. This was no surprise to this reporter, after watching their openly friendliness for each other, first at the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program, which the now Ginny Potter is/was a seeker for the Harpies, of their visits to Gringotts, shopping and dining in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and London. Not to mention the late night nude excursions. I only wonder that Mr. Potter did or said to Ms Hermione to accept Ms Weasley as second wife. After all Ms Hermione is known for her over possessiveness nature according to her old classmate and friends.
What surprised this reporter however at first, was the absence of Ronald Weasley, Ms Ginny brother and Harry’s life-time friend, who fought beside Mr. Potter in the elimination of He-who-wasn’t-named and was the best man at Harry and Hermione’s wedding, although sources told this reporter that the Harry/Hermione Potter wedding surprised everyone, due to Ms Hermione had been living with Mr. Weasley, her school sweetheart, for years to just shortly prior to the wedding to Mr. Potter. Makes one wonder doesn’t it and Mr. Potter is anything but poor.
And then the now Ginny Potter nee Weasley moved out of her flat shortly after the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program last month, where she had pulled the Potters on to the field to entertained the kids present, she moved to an undisclosed location. One can only guess where, after all The Potter’s home is under Fidelius. Hum… Could Mr. Weasley be upset with his old friend, his years old girlfriend and sister or is there more… Mr. Weasley couldn’t not be located to answer questions. The Cannons, who he plays for as keeper have no idea where’s he at, owls deliver messages with no reply. Lord Neville Longbottom who attended the wedding just says “no comment“ and appeared to be hiding something, Anna Symilt, Lord Longbottoms date, said “it was a lovely ceremony and Harry couldn‘t wait to get Ginny home, to bed“.
I image the Harpies are rather upset as their star seeker, the now Ginevra “Ginny” Potter will be taking a much needed maternity leave, as I sure Mr. Potter has been stuffing the pudding jar, for some time now and everyone knows Quidditch is a rough sport and is unhealthy for fetuses. I can only speculate how Ms Hermione Potter is dealing with her husband’s second wife beating her to motherhood.
Pictures of pages 2,3, 7, 10, 12 & nude get togethers 14.
Copy of the vow on page 4
They were old pictures with some new ones mixed in, which were taken outside the Chapel as they entered and exited along with some of the insides of an empty Chapel and a definite fake photo of the ceremony. Anyone who had been in Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, knew the chapel photos was of the different Chapel. And then the pictures of Harry and Ginny without Hermione, but if you paid attention you could tell they were deliberated taken at angles to prevent Hermione being seen, weather she was there or not.
The nude pictures were fuzzy, dark and mostly of the backs of someone, with the clear, everyone can tell fake, head shots of Harry and Ginny. One showed four men and one female very dark, nude silhouettes and shagging, another with Harry‘s brighten face and five nude women silhouettes. The photos of meals together that only showed Harry and Ginny, but showed three place settings, the one showing Harry kissing Ginny did show Hermione’s hand, the ring was unmistakable. there were even a couple of chopped old pictures spliced together to show something that wasn’t.
Their wedding vow she had word for word.
Heedless to say everyone was pissed. The Grangers was the main reason Rita was not boiling in oil, hexes into oblivion or worst. They managed to calm Hermione down who in turn calmed Harry down, as the Grangers calmed Ginny down.
Breakfast was over.
About half an hour later or so and a relative calmness prevailed, Ginny received an owl for the Harpies asking her to come in for a meeting with the general manager and to dress nice, there was to be a press conference after the meeting. Hermione suggested she reply that she’ll be in tomorrow afternoon, cause in her present state, she may say something she didn’t meant to, Harry agreed and said they should have an interview with Harry’s solicitors, a reporter from the Prophet and Quibbler, before Ginny’s meeting. Harry stated “I’m going to nail that bitch’s arse to the wall”. Mrs. Granger explained to Ginny it was a muggle term, Harry was going to sue the Witches Secret and Rita for calumny and some of the pictures were her downfall, he was going to ruin her“..
Harry added “And God forbid if I see a beetle anywhere“.
Hermione said she was going to take Mom and Dad home, Harry quickly added we’re, Ginny and I are coming with you, that bitch may have your parents home under surveillance and looking to interview them, to attempt to get arise from them with her version of the truth and that damn quill of hers. After a few minutes Harry being Harry and wouldn‘t give in a nanometer, they agreed. Only to let Harry check the house and garden for weird flying beetles.
They arrived safely no beetles or snoops. While Harry and Ginny checked everything, Mrs. Granger and Hermione saying they be back later, mom needed a few things from the market and they drove to the chemist. Paid for an early home test kit and Hermione used the loo in the store. Didn’t want Harry to see the kit.
If someone who knew the Grangers walked in they would have been wondering what, Hermione and her mum were standing there by the loo door looking at something in her hand so intensely. Slowly the stick turned positive, Hermione yelp, her smiling mother hugged her pregnant happy crying daughter, crying herself. If Mama Granger hadn’t been there Hermione may have floated thru the store, literally.
Just so happen one of Hermione old grade school mates walked in, seeing Hermione walked up
“Hi Hermione how’s it going haven’t seen around lately”
“Oh Hello Mary Beth, yes it’s been awhile, I got married almost two ago to the sweetest, best most wonderful man in the world.” she was still crying smiling.
“Oh lucky you I just recently divorced the louse I married… you remember Jimmy Franks.. what’s wrong then, you’re crying”
“Oh I’m so happy I’m Pregnant” and stuck the stick towards Mary Beth.
“Congratulation s, your first, I guess, I’ve got two girls, their with their Gran. Who’d you marry that Ron fellow, I saw you with.”
“No no definitely not that arse, thank God. I married the boy from school the one I wanted for years Harry Potter, Harry James Potter the man of my dreams, my soul mate.”
“huh from school huh If you.. he was all that why the Ron guy,”
“Oh it’s a long story, just say I was tricked and lied to, but I discovered the truth, before it got too late thanks the heavens above and now I‘m Mrs. Harry Potter, the future mother of Harry‘s children.”
“Oh ok, what’s this Harry do”
“oh what ever he wants, he’s rather well off”
“oh good for you got a loaded one… If you don’t mind, how were you tricked”
“It’s a long story, got a couple of hours” hoping she doesn’t.
“Oh huh no, maybe some other time.. see you, need to get some medicine for Sally, my youngest, later, call me I‘m back home with my parents” and she walked off.
“God I’m glad she didn’t have the time, I rather not talk about it”
“Er Hermione dear”
“Yes mom”
“Something you never told me about isn‘t there, I mean I’m glad you woke-up and finally connected with Harry, we’ve known for years Harry loved you, even though Ron said he did, there was just something about him I didn’t like, but you seemed happy so we left it alone your father and I“.
“You… you knew Harry loved me”
“Yes of course dear one look in his eyes as he watched you told me that, years ago, I though you knew”
She just looked at her mother in awe.
“We were so happy when you brought Harry home and you told us he asked and you said yes, you remember dad nearly shook his arm off”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier”
“You had seemed to had your mind made up that Ron was the one, so we tried to accept it, well everything worked out for the best… now lets go see Doctor Milford, shall we”
As they left the chemist and sat in the car, mom tuned to Hermione, “when you going to tell Harry he’s to be a father”
“I don’t know, I’d like to see Poppy first she can tell what sex and if he or she is healthy, she should be back in a couple of days”
“Doctor Milfords is just around the corner, lets see if he can squeeze you in and give you a check-up for your mother sake, ok”
“Ok mom” Hermione knew auguring wouldn’t help.
The Doctor had a easy day and could see Hermione. Mrs. Granger left her there and went to the market to pick-up a few items. After the examinations and blood work Doctor Milford said every thing seemed fine and apparently Hermione was near three weeks into her first trimester.
Old Doc Milford said to Mrs. Granger, when she walked back in to pick-up her daughter “Hermione in excellent condition and I can’t see any problems at this time, she about three weeks pregnant and I’d like to see her in a month or so, sooner if you feel and pain little lady, you certainly grown into a lovely young woman, this Potter must be doing something right, I‘ve never seen you so happy… hum Potter, Potter, Harry Potter don‘t remember any Harry Potter, live around here, no“
“No I met him in school he’s from Little Whinging “
“Harry Potter humm Potter seem to remember a Potter, oh what was his name huh… James Potter or was it Jamie, no it was James, years ago, before you were even born., weird young fellow about twenty came in. I only remember him caused he came in and said he needed a cat can, told him there wasn’t one, he meant a Cat Scan, couldn’t talk him out of it, the results were puzzling, he vanished before I got the them back. Kept them, they were all wrong.”
Hermione looked at him dazed like “Harry’s father’s name was James, he died on Halloween of 81”
“Could be him, died from what, do you know”
“He was murdered by… a.. burglar, him and his wife Harry‘s mother”
“Oh sorry to hear… Oh bring Harry in with next time if you don’t mind, I like to talk to all expecting fathers, clue them in on the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy”
“Oh ok Doctor Milford, bye” ‘Harry’s father had a cat scan???’
Next morning the Potters walked into Harry’s solicitor’s office and explained the problem with the Witches Secret and Rita Skeeter and he wants to ruin her. They contact the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler and ask for a reporter to come to their office as soon as possible. When all were present and after they put up an anti-beetle shield and sweep the room, Harry explained about the pictures and the falsehoods of the story. They talked of the wedding, no Ginny is not pregnant and they have a meeting with the team general manger shortly, Harry’s solicitor would be present for that meeting too. The solicitor loved the picture of Hermione’s ring. Both the Prophet and Quibbler photographers took pictures and explained that the Secrets pictures were bad fakes, and intently were misleading, suggested they contact the MLE and have their people examine them. The solicitor had his secretary contact the Magic Law Enforcement office.
Harry answered when asked why they married Ginny, “The three of us having loved each other for years finally decided we want to be together for the rest of our lives, we‘ve known each other since second year, we were even in the same house at school. We didn‘t want to appear to be sneaking around or such, so Hermione and I talked and decided together to ask Ginny if she wanted to become part of our family. She happily accepted.”
“As for Hermione living with Ron, that’s between Hermione and Ron, it ended on a bad note, he hurt her and when Hermione came… well crying as she done many times before, to her best friend, the one she’s had all thru school and afterwards, we discovered we were soul-mates… I, I was holding, her comforting her as she cried… and I’m not sure why but I leaned down to give her a light friendly kiss, she tuned slightly and when our lips met, the love exploded, our souls leaped from one to the other and we knew we were meant to be together. It may have been rather quick to some after she had left Ron, but we knew we loved each other completely right then and there, that night I ask her to marry me and she accepted.”
“We not ashamed of any thing we have done, my only regret is I was an idiot and didn’t kissed her lips back in school.”
Hermione beamed at her husband.
“However the lies of Ms Skeeter need… She, she more or less called my wives huh you know loose women, some thing…insulting them… and I won’t stand for it… hell I’m not sure what can be done to prevent her from hurting others also I just want her stopped, I really don‘t want to sue for an money, but that seems to be want it takes to make some people listen, so any and all monies I, we are awarded minus expenses and fees will be donated to Hogwarts.”
The MLE forensic specialist arrived and was shown into the meeting room. His first statement was shocking.
“Wondered how long it take for you to call, these pictures in the paper are so fake it screams, there’s something else behind them, I mean does Ms Skeeter really think she can get away with something like this crap.”
“Oh it’s some sort of a trap or what, but how what… tell you what, no money is to be asked for”
“Unless that’s the trap” Hermione said
“Huh”
“Rita knows Harry, she been haunting him for years, and knows he doesn’t need or want any monies, that he didn’t earn. She may figured this was an opportunity to get back at Harry and promoting herself to higher gossip stature. After all once it’s there it can never be truly erased. And the more you yell I didn’t the more people think you did.”
“So what do we do”
“Ask the Quibbler to print it story showing it’s findings and comments of the pictures, answer a few questions, let the Harpies straighten out Ginny job and sleeping habits, next week have the Prophet print a story following up the Quibbler’s story, and allow the MLE to make their investigations and peruse any legal actions, no hint of suing, if ask just state something like you believe that rubbish, I thought of you better than that“.
“Don’t say she lied, that’ll ruin everything, when asked about the pictures, just say you must have seen more that I did or you didn’t see the whole picture.”
“Do nothing”
“Yes my love do nothing, it’ll scare the shit out of Rita”
“She right you know, smart lady you have”
“So she gets away with calling…”
“No, just laying the snare, then later we’ll crush her”
“Ok then”
“Harry, Lady Ginny Lady Hermione lets go have a talk with the Harpies, shall we”
The Harpies meeting went better than Harry expected. The General Manager ask one question “Ginny are you pregnant”
“No need, you say you’re not, that’s good enough for me, oh it Potter now isn‘t it, you need to change you paperwork to show you’re married and I will need to know when you plan to start having children, just please give me enough time to train-up Sarha or find a replacement, or Glynnis gets back in shape,” looking hopeful.
“what are you going to do about Ms Skeeter story, I know I would ring her neck, if she said that about my wife”
“My first thought wasn’t ringing her neck, more like dissolving her body from the feet up, slowly very slowly, after I ripped her lying tongue out and nailing to the Secret’s front door and shoving that damn quill of hers up her arse” in a tone that sent chills thru everyone.
Hermione looked at Harry in totally disbelief ‘Do what’ and she wasn’t the only one in the room, you could feel the ‘oh shit, never let me get on Harry’s bad side’
“Harry”
“Yes love”
“Calm down”
“I’m calm, dear”
“Harry”
“Yes my love”
“Kiss me”
“Yes my love”
And he did.
Ginny stepped up “And me”
“Yes my lov..”
The coach asked the General Manager later “Did you get the feeling the only reason Rita is walking around is due to those two Ladies”
“Yes and I wouldn’t advise making neither of them angry or hurt one, might be just the last thing you ever do, hell I nearly pissed my pants when he said what he wanted to do, that tone….”
The press conference, went brilliantly, the Quibbler even had a mediwitch to confirm Ginny lack of pending motherhood, which shut up the Witches Secret reporter, rather quickly, he tried to bring up topics from Rita’s story but was cut off by the Harpies Press Agent, “this interview was about the Harpies as a team not Lady Potter marriage or family life and was told if he couldn‘t remain on track he could leave” All in all the conference was good and tore holes in Rita‘s story, in fact the night of the so called outdoor sex orgy, the team was out of town and playing, at the time, the pictures showed the Harpies scoreboard with time and date in the background. The coach even said “Damn all that fun and we weren‘t even here.” which got a laugh from everyone, except Harry, who only smiled.
The Daily Prophet next morning.
Lady Potter Still Flies
Yesterday in a called press conference by the Holyhead Harpies, the Lady Ginevra “Ginny” Potter nee Weasley laid arrest to the claim that she was expecting. Yes there are many men and boys alike sadden knowing the vibratious Redhead Seeker Ginny Weasley is off the eligibility list. A fellow paper brought in a mediwitch to examined Lady Potter and she’s not pregnant, much to the delight of the Harpies. The Harpies General Manager Geogere Jilhamer said he asked her earlier, she said she wasn’t and that was good enough for him. However Lady Potter graciously allowed the mediwitch to check her, in front of the press and the test was negative. Making this reporter wonder What Ms Skeeter has been drinking lately. Honest reporters always stride to be correct in their reporting, after all our words is our life and honor and most so-call investigative rag reporters have some truth. Well she did spell their name correctly and according to a source the wedding vows was word for word.
Lord Potter sat quietly with Lady Hermione Potter and reframed from answering questions, All he said was “this is a team press conference and I’m just here with my lovely wives enjoying the day, later we have a night on the town planned, I only hope if any photographers that may be taking any pictures, manage to get all three of us in the picture this time, after all Hermione is just a beautiful and sexy as Ginny and I love them both. I‘m the luckiest wizard alive to have them.”
Needless to say it went all down hill for Rita Skeeter. She tried to catch Ginny or Hermione alone, but couldn’t. Harry wouldn’t say a word, she had a photographer hidden in attempt to catch Harry in a fit of rage or anger, nothing, as she attempted to rile him. Harry just smiled that smile that placed fear in all who knew him. That blood curling smile, that said be fearful, and watch your arse.
Rita was getting worried, her plans weren’t working. A mad, raving Harry Potter sold papers, a docile, happy Harry didn’t and did not cover her “exaggerations of the truth” as she put it. She needed to do something to make Harry publicly angry, but what.
She decided to slap him in front of witness of her choosing and claim her insulted her. She had her photographer ready and a couple of so call friends she kept around. In the area, she knew Harry would be at, the HolyHead pitch and had some friends separate Harry from his wives for just a moment, that all she needed.
Everything worked perfectly the wives were blocked, she stepped up and slapped him, the picture was taken, ‘it worked’ suddenly the camera was confiscated by an Auror and an female Auror stepped up to Rita placing a bracelet on her wrist and politely said “Miss Skeeter you will come with me, Lord Potter you will be called upon to bear witness”
“Miss Rita Skeeter you are under arrest for assault on the personage of a noble” She tried to apparate and couldn’t, she attempted her animagus form, but couldn’t. she began “yelling entrapment”, before the Auror silenced her. Harry just smiled, Hermione and Ginny reaching him kissed the slap mark.
“I’m hungry let’s eat, London or Cauldrom”
“London dear Butlers Wharf’s ok” Hermione asked,
Harry just nodded, grinning that Harry grin, that she loved
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Taking the next step in Natalie’s crazy life…
Sarah should have been nicer to her brother
The Bastard’s Fucking my WIFE!
I came out to my car to go to work. I noticed a thick letter under my wiper blade. I got in my car and opened it. Here’s what the letter said:
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Dear Sir:
“I think it’s time I let you know that I have been lusting for your wife Liz, for a long time now. I can’t tell you who I am. I’ll just say I’m Mr. X, but I see her every day as we work at the same place. Many men work here so you’ll never know who I am. I see her and I start getting an erection. To me, she is the hottest woman I‘ve ever seen. She’s friendly, sweet smile and those big tits look so lickable. I like her legs and such a nice ass. I love her blond hair, so sexy, and when she walks it swings across her shoulders.
It started out with just some business talk, while we walked, but when our eyes met, we both paused and had ‘that’ kind of reaction to each other. My dick and her pussy got a charge that made us suddenly take a breath. She started fanning herself with her pretty hand, and I put my hand in my pocket to pull back my erection. She stopped talking to me mid sentence…and looked at me in a strange way.
We both began to breathe hard. Our eyes froze on each other. We both knew we should….. just turn and walk away, but we just couldn‘t. No one was around and there were no cameras in the corner of that dead end hall. We just both ended up walking there. Maybe we both knew it was hidden and private there, I don’t know. I leaned against the corner, closed my eyes and whispered: (“we need to go back to work, but my legs won’t move.”) then I smiled. She smiled so sexy and stepped forward to me and messed with my shirt, playing with my top button. She unbuttoned it and took one finger and played with my chest. She whispered: (“why do we always want the things we can’t have?”)
She paused, looked around and continued: (“…I have to admit, I’ve been noticing you for quite a long while. You always smell so good, and that ….well…a…it gets ’things’ flowing inside me. Of course we ’should’ just walk away from this, were both married and…..and…could you …just ….(gasp)….hold me for a minute.”)
I held her for the shortest minute in the world. I smelled her hair and she felt my hips. She stepped back and fanned herself, I held my boner back in my pocket, and she smiled at me and adjusted her panties. We walked away.
We both trembled in our stomachs, as we went back to work. My heart pounded as I felt the hot flashes from our little meeting. I had to have her.
Liz told me later……
My pussy stayed wet all day, all I could think about was us getting together and how glorious the sex would be. I had to have him.
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I had to stop reading. The letter was making me so fucking mad, but yet I had a huge boner. I put the letter in my coat pocket, and went to work. At lunch time, I went out to my car and continued reading the letter.
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Mr. X, continued……
Damn…Liz was messing with my mind bad. I knew she wanted me too now, and I had to find a way for us to have an affair. Day after day went by and we kept meeting in our little spot at the end of the hall. She stopped wearing a bra and panties. She wore a thick sweater over her blouse, buttoned to hide her hard nipples sticking out. I wore a shop coat to help hide my constant boners.
At our meetings, our hands went crazy feeling each other. Up under the sweater and her blouse my hands went. I felt the most beautiful, warm tits in the world. She could un zip me fast now and feel my warm boner. She would quick bend down and give me quick suck on the head of my dick. We would have to stop and calm down before returning to work. WHEN and WHERE… were our thoughts all day long.
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I had to stop reading again. I couldn’t go into work with a big boner. This guy was my fucking with my wife!…and I was getting a boner reading about her affaire! I thought about tonight. First fucking her real good, then shoving the letter in her face!…or just packing her shit and throwing her out. I could try and find this ’Mr. X’ and do some ass kick’in on him and her too!!!
After work I was back in my car to keep reading.
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Mr. X, continued…..
I had to find a empty conference room, a store room, a place for us.
I got it!
…my SUV. I had blacked out windows and I knew where to park next door at a closed business. Now I knew where, next was when. I told Liz at our little spot. She gasp real big and said quietly: (“after work!…I want you right after work!”)
I pulled up to the back door to our offices, Liz came out all excited, got in and laid a kiss on me that made me see stars. Our hearts both pounded together and our breath went away. She took my hand and put it on her tits. I finally got to feel those beautiful tits freely. Her hand went for my instant boner, and squeezed it so good. I had to stop us so I could drive next door and park.
We scrambled to get in the back. I already had the seats down and a big soft thick pad and blanket in place. As we laid down her hands pulled at my belt to undo it. I ran my hand under her skirt to take off her panties. She had none on. Her mouth was on my dick in a flash, licking and sucking. I had her skirt up and was diving in to taste the pussy I had dreamed about.
Dual moans filled our ears and fast breathing. She was so wet, my tongue quivered as it sunk in her slit. I felt her soft lips around the head of my dick, making all wet. “..now …now…now , she said and turned around and put my dick in her warm pussy. We kissed with our tongues sinking deep in us. I held both her bare tits under her blouse and bra. Her pussy was nice and tight as my boner pushed in as deep as it would go. We began to moan loud and tremble. All I remember her saying was “OH YES BABY!!!” Our body’s took over fucking us deep and fast. Our moans got louder as her sweet legs wrapped around me. The SUV began to rock violently as we were out of control fucking. My balls hurt already from being so full for so long. She squeezed my dick over and over with her pussy, a moan with each squeeze. We both felt like we would black out. It was here. We locked our body’s up and yelled our moans. She shook hard with her climax as I unloaded a huge shot of cum in her.
Our hips were fucking us fast and deep. We both kissed every where on our faces fast. The cum kept jolting us with each shot. We tried to suck air, but it was gone, used up moaning so loud. Her pussy kept squeezing my dick as she moved her pussy around on my dick. Cum was every where, flowing between her legs and all over us. Our voices let out little noises of pure pleasure, over and over again. We still jumped with my dick and her pussy still trying to cum. We lay in a steam bath of heat in the SUV. We lay there for longest time.
It was dark now. We lay locked together. We still felt little pulses from my dick and her pussy. I barely remember letting her out of the SUV, I was in like a trance of euphoria. I watched her wobble to her car, She was so beautiful, even with her hair all crazy looking.
I think we belong together Sir, you may want to plan for a different future for yourself.
I have to have her.”
Mr. X
When I got home, I was shaking, holding the letter in my hand. I was raging… MAD !!!
I was met by at the door by Liz. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered:
(“…so…how did you like my new little porn story I wrote and left on your windshield?”)
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